#dwarrow oc

[elrondss]

here’s my first silly little attempt at a… dwarrowsona?? self-insert?? i’m not really sure of the right word to use tbh! basically just an oc based heavily on myself

i currently work with dogs, and i used to work with horses and sheep, so i thought it’d make sense for him to be a caretaker/trainer for Erebor’s battle rams! probably a bit of a farrier as well, for craft’s sake

now will i ever draw him again? mahal knows! but i had fun with it nonetheless 😆

[khazdmazerb]

Risa and Kalaroth are consuming my brain

Sorry it isn’t Bagginshield but I haven’t had an OC since I was like 17 and I just love my lil babies so much

[khazd-concentrate]

Little Risa, before she traveled to Erebor

Risa at the young age of 20 is decently smart. She enjoys reading and finds herself enthralled by the histories of the dwarrows of Arda. She is not the most adventurous of dwarrow dams and is rather anxious and has exhibited some signs of being a bit of a coward (this will later contribute to her being sent to Erebor, as cowardice is an extremely undesirable trait in a dwarrow.)

Her mother Frina is the matriarch of the family, being a very accomplished weaver and sales woman.

Frinas husband Nár will be killed when Risa is 25, defending her mother from a desperate band of dunlendings expelled from the reformed kingdom due to their remaining loyalties to the now dead Saruman.

Prior to his death Nár is the fellow sales person and guard of Frina on their travels.

[vakenart]

Frerin likes bothering my OC and his brother at work :P

(This is my design of Frerin :3 which will have a separate post!)

They are obsessed with each other <33

OC is a Blacksmith that works with Thorin whilst Frerin is a hunter!

(My Head cannon as to why Kili uses the bow :3c he learned from his uncle)

[shirefantasies]

FIC RECS MASTERLIST

I wanted a place to share all my favorite works in this community and find them again- please check these all out 🥰 and check back here too, because this will definitely be getting added to 😁

Lord of the Rings- Multiple/All Characters

You’re in the Fellowship and the Hobbits Have a Crush On You- @wordbunch

How You First Met- @rivendell-poet

Cuddling With Them- @princessofgondor

The Fellowship + Romance- @ironmandeficiency

How You Look After the Hobbits When They're Sick- @wordbunch

The Fellowship With an Oblivious-to-Flirting Tenth Walker- @rivendell-poet

The Fellowship Around Their Crush- @live-laugh-legolas

Lord of the Rings- Single Character

Histories and Legacies- Eowyn x GN!Reader- @tobylix-blog

Pippin x F!Human!Reader- @r0se1111

Your Own Stars- Arwen x F!Reader- @friendship-ditch

Gentle Dark- Haldir x F!Elf!Reader- @gloomwitchwrites

Sugar and Cinnamon- Eowyn x F!Reader- @friendship-ditch

I Forgive You- Eomer x GN!Reader- @wild-lavender-rose

Eowyn SFW Alphabet- @wordbunch

Platonic Aragorn x Writer!Reader- @heliads

My Sweet Girl- Eowyn x F!Maid!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Thunderstorm- Eowyn x Wife!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Pippin Relationship Headcanons- @tuckboroughdays

The Hobbit- Multiple/All Characters

Ways Thorin’s Company Remember You On Their Journey- @brainrotbabe24

Thorin’s Company’s Favorite Slang (Humor)- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Kissing the Mirkwood Elves- @theelvenhaven

Cuddling With Thorin's Company- @kilibaggins

The Hobbit- Single Character

Courting Thorin Would Include- @ghostwholikesghosting

How Was Your Day?- Dis x F!Human!Reader (Smut)- @filiswingman

Chamomile Tea- Sigga (Dwarf OC) x F!Human!Reader (Fluff)- @filiswingman

Loving Stares- Bofur x F!Reader- @andinthedarknessbindthem

Apple of My Eye- Ori x F!Reader- @i-did-not-mean-to

Bard x Mermaid!Reader- @welikeimagines-andfandoms

Dressed to the Nines- Bilbo x GN!Dwarrow!Reader-@immawriteyouthings

[helplessavacado]

Day 7 (31st August): Freeform

Decided that since this whole event was started for OCs in Tolkien’s world, I should do some fan art for some people I admire, either artistically or irl. Hope y’all enjoy this, it was so fun to draw other people’s characters 💖💖💖

Duartr (@lonicera-edulis), Sela (@chardysstuff), and Piper (@opossum-prime) for our dwarrow characters. For the elves, we have Lirien (@/jee_jay6 on Instagram), Lírphen (@official-mudskipper), and Malthenglír (didn’t make a serious bust for her unfortunately) for my lovely friend Geli who doesn’t have a Tumblr or IG. And finally, the hobbits. Mira (@verkomy), Leanna (@pistachiozombie), Bono (@holidamned), and Thaumiel (@crucifhijo).

[thedwarrowscholar]

Hello there! you're the reason I created a tumbler!

Your work is amazing!!

I have several questions, writing a few Hobbit-focused fanfics rn and need some Khuzdul help if you could?

First, I am creating dark-names and was wondering how to translate "Wind song" or "Song of the wind", "Rising sun", "The endurer", "laughing wolf" or "smiling wolf", "Iron hope"?

(Can you guess who they are for? One of them is a OC tho)

Second, I keep looking but cannot find adjectives and animal names to create nicknames, (I only found little dove), but something like "kitten", "my lion", "lionheart", "puppy" and such as "beautiful/pretty/handsome", "smart/intelligent/wise"

Any kind of appellation really, or ways to use descriptions as nicknames in Khuzdul, and think of the stage "pining, in love, not yet courting/ freshly courting, friends, found family".

I would greatly appreciate the help!

Lots of Love 💕💕💕

Well met, Distinguished Dwarf Friend — and thank you for the kind words and support! I’m honoured you created a Tumblr account for this — welcome to the community!

You’ve touched on a number of themes — naming, endearments, and emotional expression. The translations below are primarily sourced from existing resources like the Neo-Khuzdul Dictionary and the Sentence Maker Tool, which I highly recommend for future reference. To save you the trouble of gathering everything from multiple posts and documents, I’ve compiled the most relevant material here, along with a few clarifying notes and additions.

Let’s break your question into three parts:

🪶 I. Requested Names / Translations

Wind: bagd

Wind Song: bagd-akmâth (compound: wind-song)

Song of the Wind: akmâthu bagd

Rising (general): a'lazul (used for objects or the sun, not water)

Rising Sun: ibriz a'lazul

Sun: ibriz (“The bright red-one”)

The Endurer (person): ukhthaz

The Endurer (non-person): akhthaz

Wolf: kund

Smiling Wolf: kund biraithul

Laughing Wolf: kund athul

Iron (adjective): zirnul

Hope: adjân

Iron Hope: adjân zirnul Link to the Deckademy course on animal names

🧸 II. Terms of Endearment and Adjectives

Beautiful / Handsome: abnâmul, banm, or banim (Erebor variant)

Kind: gulukh (from GLKh, “good”)

Wise: bahir

Smart / Clever / Witty: kutub

Heart (physical): kurdu

Heart (non-physical): mudtu

Dove: gaih

Lion: ibrizbunt (“sun-cat”)

Little Lion (affectionate): ibrizbuntanut

Kitten (age diminutive): bantith (from bunt, “cat”)

Kitty (intimate diminutive): buntanut

Puppy / Doggie: kunbanub Examples:

Sâti ibrizbuntanutê → “You are my little lion” (to a male)

Sâtiya gaihê → “You are my dove” (to a female)

Keep in mind that nouns precede adjectives when combining some of the above. For a detailed explanation on diminutives, and the likes, I recommend reading this full breakdown post: 🔗 Little Lion in Neo-Khuzdul

💞 III. Courtship & Emotional Stages

In Love with: ni amrâl aya (lit. “in love upon” – not "with" - uses a different metaphor than English)

Friends: buhâ

Courtship (noun): targidrêd (lit. “beard-swooning”)

Courting (adjective): targidrêdul

Unsuccessful courtship: îrêzasran (lit. “crushing-dance”)

Pining / Longing (adjective): azrâlul (from azrâl, “longing (noun)”)

📚 Final Note

Most of the terms you asked about — and a great many more — already reside in the Neo-Khuzdul Dictionary or can be summoned through the Sentence Maker Tool. These are freely available (via the Library on the site) and a lot faster than waiting for an old scholar to dig through these (especially when there's a lengthy ask queue).

So, before sending your next raven, please do check the archives athe available tools. That said, it warms the heart to see Dwarvish used in thoughtful storytelling. May your characters bear names worthy of song — and may your writing echo longer than Durin’s line.

With axe, quill, and a well-worn copy of the lexicon, The Dwarrow Scholar

[amloveabledeathmo]

Masterpost of my fics and ideas.

All links for finished stories are to AO3.

Also if anyone wants to basically rewrite or write a fic based on mine please do and as long as they have a happy ending please send me a link.

My Star Wars Anakin/Padme fake dating happy ending fic. Titled Jedi Can't.

My partner and I's Dragon Age Inquisition fic about Cullen being a thirst trap for Thedas basically. Titled Commander Fancy Pecs.

A Lord of the Rings Legolas as a child with his parents. Titled Bedtime Storytime for Little Legolas.

A Lord of the Rings, Gimli/Legolas fic. Titled Secret.

The Hobbit Fili/OC dwarf Titled Once Upon a Battlefield.

The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin miscommunication fic Titled Khuzdul (Not So) Fluent.

The Hobbit Balin/Dori with background Thorin/Bilbo/Dwalin. Balin confesses to Dori. Titled A Gentle Nudge.

The Hobbit gen fic that is just fun about Dwarrow messing with Elves and Elves actually trying to be a good host. Titled Rivendell and a Joke.

The Hobbit fic that has both Bilbo/Thorin and Kili/Tauriel but isn't really focused on the relationships, just a fun idea where mithril comes from. Titled Not So Pointless.

The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin short fic Titled Missing Touch.

The Hobbit basically a gen fic Titled Touch.

One of my longer The Hobbit fics with Thorin/Bilbo and an accidental proposal. Titled Our Home.

The Hobbit, probably my most popular fic. Thorin/Bilbo Time travel fix it fic technically everyone dies but Bilbo gets sent back to fix it. Titled A Dream of Something More. There is an epilogue to this one that is posted separately A Dream or Something More Epilogue.

The Hobbit Thorin/Tauriel fic that was written as a gift. Little bit of a sex scene. Titled Mel Asar.

The Hobbit pre Thorin/Tauriel realtionship fic also written as a gift, had an idea about them meeting for the first time. Titled First Meetings.

The only Harry Potter fic I got written before the JK issues really came to light. It's Draco/Harry. Titled Firewhiskey Secrets.

The Hobbit Thorin/Bilbo fic miscommunication but also sweet and short. Titled Hairwash With Love

--WIPS--

My oldest wip written for Beauty and the Beast, no it is actually not abandoned, I will update someday! Titled A True Beast?.

The Hobbit Thorin/Bilbo fic about a very anxious Bilbo who loves architecture. Also not abandoned, someday my brain will work again!Titled Anxiety.

I would absolutely love nearly any kind of comment from emojis to paragraphs, just nothing rude please.

Ideas for more stories. These links are all on Tumblr

The Hobbit/The Lord of The Rings Collection

Sherlock Collection

[elrondss]

another doodle of the guy bc he’s grown on me

Aulë’s children were not built for beast-taming. unfortunately someone’s gotta do it anyway 💀

[khazdmazerb]

Finished my drawing of my lil lady Risa

Risa is a young dwarrow dam, she’s the daughter of Broadbeam/Firebeard nobles. She’s the family historian and after moving from Arglarond to Erebor she meets her cousin Kalaroth for the first time and they become fast friends.

Risa is a talented weaver and embroider but she loves singing most of all, performing with Kalaroth on the lyre for their family.

(Kal is also her personal guard which he enjoys more than his jewelry apprenticeship)

[khazd-concentrate]

Okay so I NEVER draw my characters in environments. And this is something I really struggle with a lot. I know this seems like.. suuuper basic but it was a real challenge for me. Obviously still a sketch but like? I’m kinda happy?

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Zirin u Uzbad

Chapter 41 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’.  Link to Series Masterlist. Also find it on A03!

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel

Translation(s): Zirin u Uzbad: Iron of Kings

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This is the first new chapter I've written of ADM in SO long. It feels so odd to be getting back into it, but so right at the same time.

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As evening fell, word spread through our company of our plan to raid the armory.  Nori disappeared to go do reconnaissance on the location, leaving the rest of us to stay and plan.

Thorin was adamant that we strike quickly and leave that night; an opinion that was unanimously shared by everyone else.  I was slightly more skeptical on exactly how that would work.

I didn’t want to stay in this place any longer than the rest of them, but I didn’t think we could pull off such a scheme.  There were just too many of us not to be noticed. 

Dwarves weren’t exactly the quietest bunch either. 

“Once Nori comes back, we can finalize our plan.  No use in trying to figure out the details when we don’t even know where the place is.”  Gloin offered the words of wisdom.  Murmurs of agreement rippled through the group of dwarrows.

I glanced over at them from my spot in the windowsill.  Whether on purpose or not, I’d been excluded from the discussion.  Or, at least, never invited to participate. 

Not that that was important.  I had no experience to offer them, so it made sense for me not to be asked my thoughts on the matter.  Even if they had, they wouldn’t have liked anything I had to say.  Part of being a voice of reason, I assumed.

Blue eyes rose to meet mine as Thorin raised his head from their plotting.  He jerked his head minutely, silently motioning for me to join him. 

I complied, weaving around Fili and Dwalin to stand by at Thorin’s side.  He placed a broad hand on my back, drawing me flush against his side.

“What?”  I asked softly, fidgeting with the laces of my shirt as I peered over at the sheet of paper they’d begun sketching a layout on.  “You need a woman’s touch or something to whatever chicken scratch that is?”  I motioned to the mostly unintelligible lines.

Thorin grinned, shaking his head.  “No,” he murmured, leaning down slightly so only I could hear, “I just wanted to have you next to me.”

“Ah,” I nodded, laying my head against his shoulder.  “That’s an acceptable excuse too.” 

He chuckled, dropping his hand from my back in order to intertwine our fingers.  “I’m glad I’m not intolerable to you.”  The smile vanished as his face became serious.  “I know I haven’t been the easiest person to be around lately.  We’re so close to Erebor…Closer than I thought we would ever get.  And the hardest part is yet to come still.”

I squeezed Thorin’s hand.  The closer we had gotten to Erebor on this journey, the more Thorin’s moods turned dark.  A shadow of something I didn’t recognize, but knew deep down I didn’t like, would flicker across his face. 

I had heard the whispers around the fire at night.  Of gold-sickness and the Arkenstone.  The madness that afflicted Thorin’s family, and was almost certainly the reason why Erebor had been lost. 

He worried over it.  Was determined not to follow in the footsteps of his grandfather.  But feared that he would fall just the same. And that trial had not yet come to pass.  It loomed in front of him now that we were in Laketown. 

“I will always be by your side, Thorin.  You’re stronger than your past, amrâlimê.”  I promised, trying to reassure this dwarrow who already had enough burdens to bear.  “I trust you.” 

A shadow of a smile appeared on his face as he looked at me.  “Mahal forbid I do anything to break your trust.” 

~~~

Nori’s arrival back brought a flood of new intel.  Apparently, the armory was housed in the local jail, and the only access point that wasn’t in full view was a single small window on the second story.

“Are there any guards around it?”  Thorin inquired, his hand still grasping mine.  “Where is it located?”

“Far as I could see, there aren’t any guards in the place.  It’s off a ways from the main bits of this floating slag heap, but the window’s on one of the canals.  Doesn’t seem te get used much though.”  Nori traced a finger down the map, delineating the canal in question.

Dwalin nodded silently, arms crossed over his chest.  “How are ye suggestin’ we get in this place then?”

The grin that Nori wore sent chills down my spine. 

“Oh, nothing difficult you know.  Just a running start and a strong hand.”  He shrugged, “for what I have in mind, you’ll need to be on the bottom.” 

The murderous look Dwalin sent Nori’s way had the rest of us cracking up into stifled giggles.  Nori being Nori, he had worded the sentence into an innuendo.

“Thorin,” Dwalin hissed, leaning over me to murmur in Thorin’s ear.  “Ye canna be serious ‘bout lettin’ ‘im plan this.” 

I looked over at the dark haired dwarrow beside me who wasn’t doing a thing to hide his smirk. 

“Out of all of us, he has the most experience breaking into places.  We need that iron, Dwalin.” 

Dwalin sighed heavily.  “Ah know we do…” 

Thorin clapped a hand onto his friend’s shoulder.  “There is a reason why each dwarf is here with us.  Nori’s talents have a use, no matter how he happened to come by them.  Now,” he turned to the rest of the gathered dwarrows.  “We leave here at nightfall.  Then once we have the weapons, we head for Erebor.” 

Erebor.  The word echoed through the group.  The shining star at the end of this long journey. 

~~~~

Miraculously, fourteen dwarves and a hobbit went unnoticed in the streets of Laketown as we made our way to the armory. 

A fog was rising from the dank canals and spreading over the city, which helped our cause somewhat. 

But nothing could stifle our heavy footfalls and mutters. 

“Shh, keep it down.”  Dwalin hissed at Bombur as we hid along the side of the armory while waiting for the pair of guards to wander away on the other side of the canal.

“As soon as we have the weapons, we’ll make straight for the mountain.  We cannot delay any longer.”  Thorin muttered, giving Nori the nod as the guards disappeared from sight.  “Go, go, go.” 

The dwarf clambered up the backs of the company, using them as human stairs to get high enough to slip through the window.  And, just as he’d told us earlier, Dwalin was on the bottom, giving Fili a boost to act as the last stair.

Once he was through, Thorin nodded to Bilbo.  “Next.” 

The hobbit repeated the maneuver, awkwardly springboarding off the dwarrows to haul himself through the window. 

“Bofur.  Then Kili.  Then me.”  Thorin directed, then turned to me.  “You stay down here with the rest.  Keep an eye out for the guards.” 

“Okay,” I nodded, “but are you sure about Kili?  He’s got a wounded leg, remember?”  I watched as Kili practically crawled up the last ‘step’ and had his brother practically shove him through the window.  Thorin didn’t even turn around to see it. 

“He’s fine, Estel.  Kili’s gotten himself scraped up more times than I can count.  He’s perfectly capable for this.”  Thorin brushed my concerns off with a nostalgic smile and a shake of his head before he made his own ascent and forced himself through the small window.

Well, I couldn’t say I didn’t warn the dwarrow, but regardless, I hoped he was right. 

With Thorin safely inside the armory, the rest of the company disentangled themselves and stood warily alongside the building. 

“Did Nori mention the best way out of here?”  I voiced the thought that struck me suddenly.  “I know he said they were coming out that door at the bottom, but where are we going from there?” 

I looked around at the rest of the dwarrows.  It wasn’t like we were going to be inconspicuous with our newfound weaponry. 

“To the mountain, of course.”  Dori whispered, and I tried not to roll my eyes. 

“Yes, I know that part.  I was talking about how fourteen dwarves all carrying swords are going to sneak through Laketown without being noticed.” 

“We’ll manage.  It won’t be the first time for---”  Balin’s calm reassurance was interrupted by an ear-splitting crash from within the armory. 

We all stared at each other in horror for a moment before the sound of approaching footsteps sent us scrambling. 

Thorin.  I had a split second to worry before all hell broke loose.

“Run!”  Dori yelped, only to stop short when a guard came around the corner and put a pike to his throat. 

“Halt!”  He barked, motioning over his shoulder and drawing more guards over to us. 

“Keep yer head down an’ stay close.”  Dwalin hissed under his breath to me as we were pushed forward. 

I nodded once, watching as Fili maneuvered himself to flank me as the guards marched us around the corner and past the wagon we had all hidden behind a few minutes ago.  The armory door was ajar and the guards stopped us from going any further. 

One left us, peering through the door.  “We’ve got a group of the dwarves here, Davrel.  I assume they’re the companions of yours.” 

I rose up on my toes, trying to see past him into the building.  There had been no noise of a struggle once we had been apprehended, so I assumed there had been no choice but peaceful surrender. 

“Git down.”  Dwalin growled, catching sight of me trying to peer around him.  He twisted slightly so he could grab my shoulder and shove me back down. 

“Keep quiet!  Another word and I’ll be seeing which of you can swim.”  One of the other men who surrounded us threatened, looking directly at me. 

I looked away quickly, trying to subtly hide myself behind one of the larger dwarrows as my heart began to pound. 

Almost instantly, I found my mind wandering to what would happen if they found out I was a woman.  What they would do differently to me. 

The existence of dwarrowdames was a very closely guarded secret.  It had become apparent to me very quickly that they—I should say we—were rare.  And then Thorin had explained further the status given to their womenfolk because of that.  That we were treasured and were to be protected at all costs.

So for a human man to learn what I was….I had heard too many stories about the curiosity of men about women. 

A shudder went down my spine, and I suddenly found myself grateful that I’d had the foresight to change back into my original outfit before we left Bard’s house.  The skirt would have been a dead give-away as to my sex.  Not that there weren’t other obvious things about me that screamed ’female’.

While lost in my thoughts, I didn’t see the quick, subtle hand motions Dwalin made to the rest of the group, catching the eyes of those who didn’t see to make sure they did. 

Don’t let them know E. is woman.

A commotion in the armory had us all watching as the rest of our group was led out at swordpoint.  I restrained myself from trying to catch the first glimpse of Thorin, allowing myself to be shielded behind Dwalin as they were herded into our midst.

“Think that’s all of them?”  The last man out of the building asked to the guard who was leaning against the doorframe. 

He shrugged his shoulders, spitting onto the wooden walkway.  “Looks to be.  Sure are plenty of them.”

“Aye.  Won’t make the Master happy at all…”  He dropped his voice, the rest of his sentence unintelligible.  The other one grimaced, straightening up and grabbing hold of his pike.  “Move along, now!”  He ordered, and we were funneled down the boardwalk.

Dwalin was almost immediately grabbed by one of the guards, who kept a tight hold on his arm as if they expected him to make a fuss.  I drew back, trying to keep hidden in the middle of the crush. 

Fili had moved up in the group, arm wrapped around Kili, who was limping.  Obviously, his wound wasn’t just a mere scrape like Thorin had tried to play it off as. 

The further into the city we went, the more people were gathered.  Whispers followed us as we were led straight into the heart of the floating city.  Speculations as to who we were and what we were doing. 

And then, we were shoved through the crowd and before a towering building that loomed imposingly over the town and its occupants.

I was given a push that sent me stumbling, almost tripping over the uneven planks.  Strong hands caught me, steadying me against a familiar broad figure.  But just as quickly, Thorin released me, shooting a glare over at a man who I guessed had pushed me. 

“Thorin—”  I whispered, but he shook his head. 

“They cannot know what you are.  Stay silent and beside anyone but me.”  He murmured quickly, taking a step away from me and allowing Dwalin to take his place. 

I shivered as his warmth retreated.  Snowflakes were falling gently from the sky, heralding the beginnings of winter.  I didn’t fully understand why I couldn’t be associated with Thorin.  He was obviously trying to keep my sex hidden from our audience, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t stand at his side.

The place where I felt the safest in this town.

“What is the meaning of this?”  A new, irritated voice called out, and all eyes were drawn to the pair of men emerging from the building before us. 

“We caught ‘em stealing weapons, Sire.”  One of the guards spoke.

So this was the Master….This bloated, overfed man who so obviously rung this town dry of anything it could produce. 

“Ah!  Enemies of the state, huh?”  He peered out at us, pulling his fur-trimmed robe closer around him as a gust of wind blew through the square.

“A desperate bunch of mercenaries, if ever there was, Sire.”  The second man spoke in a drawl, prowling out from behind the Master like a cat.

Dwalin bristled.  “Hold your tongue!”  He strode forward, drawing all eyes onto him.  “You do not know to whom you speak.  This is no common criminal.  This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror!”  He introduced his friend as though we had reclaimed Erebor and ruled from it.  The names of Thorin’s forefathers rang in the crisp air.

Murmurs erupted from the crowd as Dwalin said the last one.

As I stood, watching Dwalin defend my husband, Thorin stepped past me, coming to join him in the middle of the circle.  Passing by his friend, Thorin inclined his head, exchanging a look before facing the Master. 

“We are the dwarves of Erebor.  We have come to reclaim our homeland.”  His deep baritone thrummed through the square, prompting a whole new round of excited mutters from the crowd.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach upon hearing those words spoken aloud for the first time.  Suddenly, everything seemed…real.  Like until this moment, this entire journey—and what we were planning to accomplish—didn’t exist. 

Thorin began walking, locking eyes with members of the crowd.  “I remember this town in the great days of old.  Fleets of boats lay at harbour, filled with silks and fine gems.  This was no forsaken town on a lake.  This was the center of all trade in the north!

“I would see those days return.  I would relight the great forges of the dwarves and send wealth and riches flowing once more from the halls of Erebor!”

The crowd cheered around us, and I watched as the Master exchanged a look with his black-robed companion.  But they were forgotten by all as Thorin gave the crowd hope for their future.

This.  This was who he was meant to be.  It was so easy for me to see how comfortable Thorin was in this situation.  The ease with which he spoke to these people who struggled to eke out their existence. 

He was no princeling brought up on tales of grandeur and riches.  He had fought tooth and nail to earn his position and do right by his people.  He had walked miles in the same shoes as these folk.  Thorin had always chosen the hard path over the easy. 

That is what earned the respect of these people around us.  Why they so easily warmed to him.  They recognized the kindred soul who understood their hardships.  Who was so different from their current leader who leeched off their hard labour for his gain.

Thorin met my eyes as I watched him from behind Gloin.  He smiled minutely, not giving away any hints to those around us who might be watching.

“Death!  That is what you’ll bring upon us!”  Bard’s voice rang through the air, and he shoved his way through the crowd, passing by me and stopping in front of Thorin.  “Dragonfire and ruin.  If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all.”

Thorin stared him down for a heartbeat before he turned slowly back to the crowd.  “You can listen to this naysayer, but I promise you this; if we succeed all will share in the wealth of the mountain.” 

He was unruffled; confident in the crowd’s reaction to his words.  But there was still the oliphant in the room.

If.  The word we treaded so carefully upon.

“You will have enough gold to rebuild Esgaroth ten times over!”  Thorin boomed, and the crowd erupted again into cheers.

Balin leaned over to whisper in my ear, unable to keep from smiling.  “Laddie’s in his element now.”

“It’s in his blood.”  I murmured back.

Bard turned to look at the crowd, casting his gaze over them with furrowed brow.  Like he didn’t understand why Thorin’s promises were so well received. 

How could they not?  This was something straight out of a fairy tale—a king returning to reclaim his stronghold and the riches within.  I was willing to bet this was the first glimpse of hope these people had seen in a long while.

“All of you!”  Bard entreated.  “Listen to me, you must listen!  Have you forgotten what happened to Dale?  Have you forgotten those who died in the firestorm?  And for what purpose?” 

Women began to shake their heads, gazes cast down to the ground.  The men looked staunchly ahead; reliving the tales that had been passed down from their fathers.

Bard swung about to look back at Thorin.  “The blind ambition of a Mountain King, so driven by greed, he could not see beyond his own desire!” 

Thorin’s sapphire eyes turned ice cold; his jaw set as if he couldn’t trust himself not to speak out. 

The Master cleared his throat, reminding us all that he still existed and was watching this whole exchange.  “Now, now.  We must not, any of us, be too quick to lay blame.”  He shook his finger like he was telling off a naughty child.  “Let us not forget, that it was Girion, Lord of Dale, your ancestor, who failed to kill the beast!” 

“That’s the pot callin’ the kettle black, right there.”  Gloin muttered to Dori, who nodded. 

“Aye, he’s just as much at fault.”

Beside the Master, his lackey nodded sagely.  “It’s true, Sire.  We all know the story.  Arrow after arrow, he shot.  Each one missing its mark.”  He tsked sadly, managing to not look sorry at all while doing so.

“You have no right.  No right to enter that mountain.”  Bard’s voice was quiet as he looked down on Thorin.

Mutters ran through the dwarves.  I bit my lip, silently disagreeing with his words.  He did not understand what we had all gone through in order to reach this point.  What we had fought or outrun.  What demons we had battled in our minds.

And that was only on this quest.  What I knew about the fall of Erebor and all that happened afterwards only scratched the surface of what really went down.  The struggles that each and every one of these dwarves had faced.  How they had suffered and struggled to make a living hundreds of miles from where they had been born and raised.  I could never truly understand, having not been there that day.

Thorin met his gaze easily.  “I have the only right.”  He murmured, turning away from the man to address the Master.  “I speak to the Master of the men of the lake.  Will you see the prophecy fulfilled?  Will you share in the great wealth of our people?”

I fully expected the greed of the man to present itself instantly.  How could he turn away such riches?  But he hesitated, and my heart dipped in my chest. 

Thorin asked him again, voice deepening into a command.  “What say you?”

“I say, unto you….”  The Master swallowed hard before throwing his hands out wide, “welcome!  Welcome and rise!  Welcome, King Under the Mountain!” 

The crowd erupted into cheers.  Bard was the only person who seemed disappointed that the Master approved of Thorin.  He stood with his back to me so I couldn’t see his expression, but he certainly wasn’t cheering with the rest of the townsfolk. 

“Come!  Join me in celebrating your return and continued success on your journey!”  The Master invited, grinning broadly.  “Dine at my table before you set out for the mountain.” 

We all exchanged looks.  Balin shrugged.  “I’ve never been one to turn down a good meal, particularly now.”

“Probably a good bit of ale, too.”  Bofur chimed in, and with that, we filed up the stairs and into the Master’s house.

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[vakenart]

Seeing people posting their Dwarf OC makes me want to post mine! So here he is!

He has pretty long hair!!

He’s the youngest of his family :D Although he doesn’t have a name (nor his bothers because I’m still building their story) Here is some art of his family! His older brothers :3c from oldest to youngest!

And Bonus!

He is besties with Frerin! (That’s another post on how I view thorins brother, I cannot stop drawing the both of them)

[lady-hammerlock]

I'm not really looking for a Valentine this year, at least not for myself. My Lord of the Rings OC Finn however...

This is Finn. He was a wee dwarrowling in Erebor during the War of the Ring. Growing up he loved stories of heroism and adventure and came to idolize Gimli a little bit. When Gimli announced his plans to retake Moria Finn signed up without a second thought.

Finn is a bit of a daydreamer and a romantic. Even as an adult he loves stories and songs, and especially loves singing. He's a pretty good fighter and a better cook.

Despite being such a romantic though he has yet to meet his One, but I want to change that. If you have a Lord of the Rings OC (dwarrow or otherwise) that you want to roleplay or ship with Finn then please hit me up. Alternatively, if you want to play Return to Moria on PS5 then that would be cool too.

[valandhirwriter]

This is a ask I saw in a ask list earlier, and I've been thinking of it all day. What song do you think would make a great fic?

Im going to be asking a few people. I'm actually really curious.

I got this questions twice. @regis-favorite-raven asked me too! Thanks to both of you.

It's a dangerous thing to ask me that, because honestly: I have too many stories and plot bunnies in my head and music is an easy trigger for more. So here we go.

Fires Fade by Miracle of Sound and Let there be fire by the Aviators

Those two would basically be the broken world arch in Witcher fanfic, starting with an ended world (and no the white frost would not be an ice age) and with re-awakening of either Eskel or Erland in the ruins, re-awoken after the world failed and now having to find a way to somehow free the world from the white frost's claws and maybe, just maybe also save it. It would be a rather dark tale, with a rather dark and cynical view on certain game events, as well as book events too. It would also claim that Alzur for all his madness saw what was coming and tried to arm the world with a new type of warrior, which sadly the world didn't want.

Fires Fade by Miracle of Sound. Let there be fire by the Aviators.

Birth of an Age by Clamavi de Profundis and Past and Future Secret by Blind Guardian

The Dwarrow Saga. This would be a dwarven story, not set in fanfic but actually in it's own world, though I won't deny there are some inspirations that came from Tolkien's dwarrow. So there's that. It would feature a dwarven art of implanting magical crystals into someone to create powerful warriors. Gemlings are feared outside the dwarven lands, and most humans are shocked to learn that Gemlings indeed are humans. It would feature a warrior, who got implanted by a power-hungry lunatic, and while he could prevent himself from being controlled his mind is fraying rapidly. Pained and shaken, he searches for the dwarrow, because they might be able to remove the crystal. Halfway through his journey he encounters a dwarrow crystal smith who is willing to help him. The dwarrow in turn is looking for his vanished older brother, who never returned from the lowlands…

Birth of an Age by Clamavi de Profundis . Past and Future Secret by Blind Guardian.

Under a coal black sun by Mono INC and The man who can't forget (cover by Gustavo Steiner)

Yes, I know that the Man who can't forget is already linked to Wheel of time. And this would be a wheel of time fanfic. A seventh age fanfic. A space fanfic. A Fanfic were the catastrophe happened, that threw the world back into the new coming of the first age (and as the first age is essentually our world, something must have gone horribly wrong). This would be the age where the Dragon falls to the dark, where the Dark one triumphs for a while, and the world is again shattered. It would feature space ships, channelers in space, the question whether others escaped the world in former cycles and whether the cyclical nature of the world is real. Except for the dragon and maybe a few heroes of the horn, most characters would have to be OCs, or maybe OCs where one might speculate whether or not we knew them in another incarnation. I have a space-ship in mind, the Valere - a sleeper ship - because in the end of the day we know: the grave is no bar to my call.

Under a coal black sun by Mono INC. The man who can't forget (cover by Gustavo Steiner).

Totentanz by Die Streuner

This would be a story about a strange ghost near a village, a ghost that only attacks Witchers. After Eskel is severely injured when surprised by the ghost, Lambert goes to investigate. He has heard stories about this weird ghost before. As he dodges an attack himself, he slowly digs into the past of the village and learns of a girl, who had a short if hot affair with a Witcher but was left by said Witcher, and took her own life shortly after. Who was the Witcher… now take a guess. But he will have to dance with her, before the ghost can find rest.

Totentanz by Die Streuner.

Honourable mentions:

Windmills by Blackmore's night

This is practically my Erland theme song. The story of an old knight, who is still fighting the battle he swore to fight, even as the world around him forgot the danger they were in, and mocks him for it.

Windmills by Blackmore's night.

tagging: @do-androids-dream-ao3acc, @tigerlyla-of-metinna, and @andordean

[burntoreo]

Masterpost!

Hello, welcome to my blog :)

Here is a masterpost where I will put all the fics, complete or WIP! I'll also do my best to add updates, sneak peeks and more! The RED tags beneath titles are warnings! Do not read the fic if these trigger you!

Comments, questions or concerns? Requests, suggestions or anything else? Send me an ask!

The Hobbit

Going Home Major Character Deaths, Depictions of assorted Death, Some Swearing Bilbo Baggins perished shortly after BOFTA and now awaits his companions in the (non-canon-accurate) afterlife. Slowly but surely, he welcomes each of his friends to everlasting peace. 10.2k Words | Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo & Thorin's Company Angst With a Happy Ending, Bilbo is a Psychopomp of sorts, Heavy Angst, Fluff & Angst Hurt/Comfort.

4 Times Bilbo Refused Help (And One Time He Asked) Ignoring Injuries, Mental Health Issues (One Ring) Bilbo Baggins is tired of being belittled and underestimated by the dwarrow. He is desperate to prove himself, but perhaps his methods are a tad bit... misguided. 4.1K Words | Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo & Thorin's Company 5+1 Things, Hurt Bilbo, Caring Thorin, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort

Laughing As You Run Kidnapping Wuh-Oh! Gandalf accidentally casts a spell on Bilbo (the king-consort of Erebor!) and he's turned into a child! Drama ensues! (Heavily inspired by my experiences as a childcare professional). 17.7K Words | Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo & Thorin's Company AU: Everyone Lives, AU: After BOFTA, Bilbo is a little shite, Fluff & Angst, Child!Bilbo

Lhûben (WIP) Minor Character death, Canon Typical Violence Tragedy strikes Bilbo while young. Luckily for him, his parents made an ally in high places (literally). A hobbit raised by dragons? Middle Earth won't know what hit 'em. ? Words | Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo & Thorin's Company, Bilbo & OCs AU: Everyone Lives, Dragon!Bilbo, DragonRider!Bilbo, Fluff & Angst, Long Fic

BBC Merlin

Ta Mo Chroi Istigh Ionat Swearing, (Temporary) Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence Merlin was raised by Druids and Morgana is running away to join his group. Arthur and Leon are guiding her there safely, and there, they meet the mighty Emrys. 15.8K Words | Merlin/Arthur Immortal Merlin, Druid Prince Merlin, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Evil Uther

Schwellenangst Graphic Depictions of Violence, Swearing Merlin's magic has been revealed and Arthur has sent him away! Morgana finds him and together, they form an unlikely alliance that turns into a friendship. What will happen when Arthur realises his mistake? 30K Words | Merlin/Arthur, Merlin & The Knights, Merlin & Morgana Hurt/Comfort, Good Morgana, Good Mordred, Magic Reveal

Lift With Your Knees (WIP) Swearing Merlin has just awakened his Dragonlord abilities and is struggling to deal with them, let alone balance them with saving the world. Luckily, he has his friends to help. ??? Words | Merlin/Arthur, Merlin & The Knights, Merlin & Morgana Hurt Comfort, Dragon!Merlin, Admittedly OOC

And more to come!