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Legolas by Rene Gross

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give elrond a break challenge failed

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[talking shit about a guy] he could not earn the trust of a horse

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lord of the rings bigatures my beloved

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Exhibition quality German hunting knife with chiseled silver mountings and sheath, stag handle. Late 19th or early 20th century.

from Rock Island Auctions

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the other elves welcoming Legolas in Valinor

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the other elves welcoming Legolas in Valinor

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THE RETURN OF THE KING (2003) dir. Peter Jackson

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Lost in the ruins of Amon Hen (ball point pen : black, red, green, orange)

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From the Facebook page: Tolkien's Amazing Middle Earth: The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, Silmarillion

ÉOWYN, LADY OF THE SHIELD-ARM

"Not by the hand of man was the Lord of the Nazgul doomed to fall, and in that doom placed his trust. But he was felled by a woman and with the aid of a halfling, and I heard the fading of his last cry borne away by the wind."

- Gandalf (The War of the Ring, HoME vol. 8 )

Art by Dmitry Sivakov

Link: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/Wk9vaC9RYWDNoZHh/

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"Pippin had liked [Boromir] from the first, admiring the great man's lordly but kindly manner."

My contribution towards @boromir-week Day 5, for the prompts "The People's Prince" and "Member of the Fellowship". I just wanted to highlight some moments that show Boromir's kindness, because I love him and his kind heart so, so much.

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"You want to help me, maybe?"

"Hmm but I'm so comfortable."

"I guess I could use the extra warmth."

Bagginshieldtober entry for Day 2: Breakfast

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can i matchmake you guys somehow?

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On their way from Mirkwood☝️

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AIDAN TURNER as DECLAN O’HARA

RIVALS (2024-)

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They’re so old couple coded, I honestly missed drawing them like this 😭

No clue if this has been done before but here’s the original (by frfrongg on x)

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Two more for @/acorn-and-oakleaves's Summer Shire Festival. Playing a little fast and loose with one of the prompts, but bear with with me :)

Prompts: "The worst part is that you didn't even notice!" & "Is that all?"

CW: Degradation kink - including cock degradation. Size kink. Implied power imbalance, bordering on objectification. Explicit sex. Dirty talk. Premature ejaculation because it's hot. Non-negotiated breathplay. No aftercare because of an abrupt ending but everyone's having a good time. Time to see how this fandom feels about strange kinks, I guess. MDNI

Festival Masterlist

"Is that all?"

Thorin's voice is sharp and waspish despite the loose, almost lazy way he holds himself open. Impatient, distracted. Shame bubbles deep in Bilbo's belly and his cock twitches, though Thorin gives no indication of having noticed.

"S-sorry, your ma -!"

He cuts off with a breathless gasp when Thorin's heel hooks behind his hips to pull him impossibly closer. It's useless, as Bilbo has nothing left to give, already sank to the root within the king's tight heat, but the motion makes him whine anyway, and Thorin rolls his eyes.

"Don't you dare finish," he warns. "If you can't fuck me proper, I'll find a Dwarf who can."

Bilbo swallows a plea, fists planting on the covers as he tries to reorient himself within his spiraling pleasure. He doesn't even know what he wants to beg for - a moment, an end to the teasing, more - but the words are on his lips regardless and the only thing that stays them is the very same thing that causes them: the certainty that Thorin won't care.

Breath hitching, the Hobbit's hips begin to snap up into the Dwarf's. Slow at first, building quickly as Throin sets the pace with a firm grip on Bilbo's hip. The king grumbles under his breath, the shape of it bordering a little too close to Khuzdul. Bilbo can't help but tip his chin up to face it, letting the foreign words wash over him. They sound ugly and cruel, but there's a touch of tenderness in the king's gaze, and his free hand lingers just a hair too delicately on his jaw, and he knows -

"Such a soft little thing," the king comments, and the care in his touch is perverted in his voice, a quiet coo that would remind Bilbo uncomfortably of Smaug asking after titles, if he didn't know better, if he hadn't come to trust the man beneath him so.

Even here, even with this. Even as his lip curls into disgust and his thick fingers fist in Bilbo's curls.

The world tilts - or maybe it resettles. Bilbo certainly feels grounded enough, supine on the bed, pressed flat like a flower in the care of a sturdy tome. Thorin is a solid weight above him, all-consuming. Bilbo reaches for him instinctively, worshipful hands settling only for a moment on the thick thighs that straddle him before they're being snatched up in one broad palm and pinned above his head.

This time when he whimpers, Thorin does not seem so unaffected. Indeed, his voice is much more reverential than probably intended when it pours from between his gritted teeth.

"Much too little. So fucking sweet." He raises himself up onto his knees before dropping back to sit on his heels, the slow drag of heat along the Hobbit's length making his breath catch pitifully and his head loll.

Thorin's free hand is not as soft this time when it cradles his jaw, wrenching at the hinge until Bilbo's dazed focus is forced on him again.

The king nearly blocks out his swimming vision, a looming threat with riotous curls and a fierce, possessive glint in his eyes. Bilbo would quail beneath it, if not for how firmly he's held in place. Pinned. Kept.

"Too soft," the king murmurs, and his eyes track the shudder it elicits. His grip chases after, heavy against Bilbo's throat, his sternum. Thorin's palm spans the width of his chest before blunt nails skirt lower, then up the hinge of his own taut hip. Bilbo's own fingers twitch when broad digits wrap tight around the king's thick, bobbing cock.

"Can't do it yourself, can you?" He asks, his rhythm climbing until the Hobbit can only writhe uselessly beneath him, head tossing as if to shake off his impending climax.

Much too soon. Embarrassingly soon.

He fails when Thorin looks down on him with something like pity - 'Just have to do it myself.' - but he rallies rather valiantly when the king sidles forward with a frustrated huff and stifles the Hobbit's gasps for air with an obscenely thick cock down his throat, the slick sounds of his own Dwarven fingers working behind him loud enough to be heard even above the thundering in his ears.

Divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more