#Hobbit Fin

[greenlaut]

the four hunters 🗡🌿

extras + rambles below cut

yipeee i finally finished this illustration 🎉🎉

this is my personal take on the hunters gang (we will ignore that boromir died). honestly, i had a lot of fun thinking of the designs.

had to bring back my aragorn with his silly braid and blue hair ribbon. he's a ranger for most of his life, so he'd definitely go for practicality and what he's already familiar with—so no armour nor gambeson. he probably had a small fight with elrond before they left for the quest; where elrond tried to make him swap his gear for better, newer ones and aragorn just adamantly refusing because he's a lot more familiar (and more comfortable) with his own. which is why he's wearing tattered and worn rags. his red tunic is the only new thing he allowed elrond to swap to a new one. boromir definitely got exhasperated and somewhere down the line, he loaned aragorn his pair of arm bracers.

boromir (and faramir's (not featured here)) design changed a lot since the past years. it's a mash-up of both movie!boromir and lore accurate book!boromir. his hair is a lot darker and he has more of a storm blue-grey eyes as a nod towards his elendil ancestry. his clothing is heavily based off the movie. as for his cloak; since he's The son of gondor and denethor's favourite, i think he'd definitely get the fortune of wearing a fur cloak. the clasp has the white tree engraved on it.

gimli is by far my favourite. i always wanted to draw my take of gimli in his regalia. as a dwarven royalty, i think he'd groom his hair and beard really well, and he would've put on a lot of accessories to show his status. but since he's on a quest, he's not fully decked out in jewelries—wearing very practical clothing: gambeson with chainmail underneath. also, i like the dwarven fighting style they did in the hobbit movie where they go around and knock people off with melee. so gimli got hefty arm bracers and knuckle weights to really punch the shit out of some orcs.

for legolas; i think despite being an elf, he has the factors of being (1) mirkwood elf and (2) lowkey autistic coded. so he doesn't dress "like an elf"—not that the company would've known, with how limited their interactions with elves in general already. this meant that he dressed too casually despite going on a life-or-death quest. very light leather armour to support his speed and agility. he's not even wearing boots; just a pair of tree-climbing canvas shoes that he wrapped tightly. god knows how he survived this far. he's mostly a right handed archer—but since he lived for quite a long while, he taught himself to shoot with left hand too for emergencies. since his left hand isn't as stable as his right hand, he has a left-shoulder-pad.

THEY ALL HAVE SCARS because who doesn't get scars when you're literal warriors be fr. legolas' are more faded out though, because he's old as fuck.

close-ups:

fin.

[ast3ryne]

Go the Distance

Request: #9 & #17 on the post on my prof @thesurroundingbeauty

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

Warnings: None tbh (but if there should be lmk)

Word Count: 1714

Summary: Regardless of how much you like Steven Grant, it seems like he just can’t stay put, and the one thing you hate almost as much as infidelity is inconsistency.

A/N: I’ve actually quite missed writing, sorry if it’s kinda boring I did find myself drawing this out a tad bit, also unedited asf

Steven Grant, public nuisance to some, clumsy and unreliable to others, but above all, your boyfriend…for now. Don’t get it wrong, Steven is a sweetheart, the sweetest even, but he’s inconsistent. Not just that he doesn’t text all the time, or doesn’t keep up the same energy and attitude with you inconsistent (that’s dealable, that’s every guy you’ve been with so far), no he literally disappears for days, weeks even, at a time. Not a word to you, his job doesn’t seem to notice, or when they do they don’t care all that much, it’s like Steven Grant just…poofs into thin air at least twice a month.

You’ve tried to get him to explain, for any reassurance so your head isn’t rife with thoughts of a secret family, a wife he’s hiding, something to justify it, but Steven acts like he was never gone to begin with. As though you imagined him seemingly going missing every time you guys find your footing again.

Which led you to today, you demanded he take you back to his flat, something he’s always insisted against after dates, and opting to stay with you instead.

“It’s quite a mess, you know.” He’d muttered as he slowly pushed open the door to his flat, and had he been anyone else but Steven maybe that would’ve been surprising, but you pretty much expected that from him at this point.

You both stepped inside, him a bit more fidgety than usual, but then again the usual was pretty damn fidgety anyways. You’d grown to love those little things about Steven, which is perhaps why instead of dumping him, like you planned, you delayed it even more.

Carefully, you stepped into the room, taking in the decor, if it could be called that. It’s more like his obsession with the history spilled into even this aspect of his life, walls of books, everywhere, above his bed, to the far right end, hell even the middle of the room was separated by a bookshelf, which perfectly framed the vibrant blue aquamarine in the middle of it, it was the most color in the space actually, so naturally you gravitated toward it, Steven mirroring your movements and landing on the opposite side of the tank.

“What’s its name?” You finally say, breaking the silence that felt like it was holding the both of you hostage, and Steven himself seemed relieved at that because he immediately piped up.

“Gus, he’s rather anomalous actually. He’s grown back that-” he gestured to your side, “-fin back a few days ago. Though that shouldn’t be possible, considering he was born that way.”

You almost respond, wanting to ask what exactly he means by that, but he presses his hand to the glass, the fish swimming up quite happily and blowing bubbles at him. Steven. You find yourself thinking that with him a lot, just his name, and his beautiful face popping in your head to follow.

“What about all of those, the statues and stuff.” You ask, moreso to keep from the drawn out silences again, but much to your delight Steven’s face lights up, right away he moves on from the fish tank and rounds to your side, grabbing your hand and pulling you both into the nook you presume he does most of his work in, because the book stacks are even messier than others. Papers skewed about, some with handwriting that could only be Steven’s with how borderline illegible it is, but somehow still clearly meant to be cursive. Steven.

“This…is where I do most of my work, all of my research, general inquiry and delving, it’s my little hobbit hole so-to-speak,” he starts, moving a stack out of the way as he pulls out the desk chair, “and of course, most of it revolves around egyptian mythology, as confusing and slightly convoluted as that can be.

You see her,” he asks as he picks up a small figurine, thought it’s more of a statement, “this is the goddess, Tefnut, who’s pretty much the goddess of water, in simple terms and-”

You don’t understand much after that actually, and while that may have to do with the fact that you know next to nothing about Egyptian mythology, it’s more likely because you’re distracted. He moves back and forth through the small space, his eyes alight as he went through the gods in the Ennead and their stories, though if he asked you to recite any of it back to him…well you’d be talking about different topics entirely.

You were far more interested in the way his messy dark hair flopped with every excited movement, or how his eyes flit between you and his work, making sure you were still listening, or how everytime he paused to catch his breath, his pupils dilated all over again at the sight of you.

It softened you, as much as someone who doesn’t really want to let go can be softened that is, but he is still inconsistent. You turned to the rest of the room, your eyes glossing over the bed, and then doubling back at the restraints on the support beams, oh.

Steven’s still rambling, though he kinda lost you the second he tried to explain the afterlife process, so you place a hand on his shoulder, gently, but pretty firmly guiding both of you over to his bed, pushing him down so he’s sat with you standing over him.

“Steven, I need you to be honest, very honest with me…is there someone else?” Actually, that’s not what you were going to say, but that question bubbled to the surface, and it just seemed much more important than…well if he was a part of an organized crime group.

He stared at you, but not so much at you, more through you, like he was paying attention to you, but listening to something else…except the room is quiet.

“Steven?” you repeat, hoping to snap him out or something.

“Y/N…” he starts, sighing as he takes his hands in his, handling you with the care you’ve grown to appreciate so much, like you’re one of his fragile artifacts, “I’m not seeing anyone but you…and I’m not interested in it either.”

Your brows furrow, as reassuring as that is, that explains nothing.

“Then explain-“ you pull your hands away, picking up the leg restraint nearby instead “-explain that. And the constant disappearing, I mean for goodness sake Steven whenever it feels like we’re doing good for longer than a week you just-you disappear!” Your voice raises at that last part, the built up frustration surfacing as you finally have the chance to question him.

Again, he stared up at you, through you, his mind elsewhere.

The two of you stay like that for several beats, in the silence, your mind racing while was his miles ahead, or behind, you truly can’t tell with this man.

Finally, he takes your hands back into his, gripping them like you’ll disappear the second he lets go, he sighs, closes his eyes, nods, shakes it, and nods again, before opening them.

“I sleep walk, that’s why I have those restraints. And I know, believe me I know how insane this is going to sound, but it’s dangerous, not just for me but for everyone else,” not once does he break eye contact with you, which is so unlike Steven who sputters when you hold his gaze a few seconds too long, “I go to sleep, and wake up miles from home, with no idea how I’ve found myself there, no clue what I did when I was ‘asleep’, just the knowing something is so so wrong.”

He shakes his head, closing his eyes for a couple of beats before continuing, “I don’t- can’t trust myself Y/N. My life constantly feels like it’s falling apart around me, I spend days at a time trying to piece together what happened, how I could’ve gotten away from myself, the only constant in my life right now is..well you. And I’ve gone and mucked this up too.”

You’ve never seen Steven like this, so sure of what he’s saying, and this being the context that allows you to see this side is, well, frightening. He isn’t partaking in infidelity and half-truths, he’s dealing with whatever this insanity is. And it’s taking a toll on him, as sure as he is about what he’s saying, his brows are scrunched, trying to gauge your reaction, his hands, steady as they are, are sweating profusely at the moment, he’s even chewing the inside of his bottom lip.

You close your eyes, soaking everything in, and then sit beside him, never pulling your hands away.

“If the only thing I have to worry about is your body taking you against your will,” You start, your own nervousness seeping into your voice at your words, as if that’s not a wildly concerning statement to begin with, “then all I ask…is that you don’t go anywhere I can’t follow you.”

At that, Steven’s eyes widen, maybe in surprise that you’re not telling him to see a ward, or simply because that’s the last thing he expected to hear, it’s certainly the last thing you expected to say today.

“Y/N…I…that’s-“ his grip on your hand tightens even more, like a warning, but he certainly wasn’t warning you. “-so you still want to be with me?”

“Yes, Steven.”

“Sleepwalking, eccentricities and all?”

“Yes Steven.”

“Truly are you sure? I understand if you’re just being nic-“

“I’m absolutely certain Steven.”

“Even though I really am quite a mes-“

You shake your head pulling your hands away, and for a second his face falls, like that action alone was you saying no despite everything you’ve said , so you grab his face, pulling him in so your lips meet before he can spiel any more doubt. He tenses first, and then melts, letting his hands meet your wrists, holding you firm, yet again, like you’re bound to disappear if he lets go.

Neither of you pull away, so you sit in silence, a much more comfortable silence, as your foreheads are pressed together, Steven’s dark doe eyes staring at you like you are the most precious artifact in this room, if not all of London.

[a-minke-whales-tale]

What Am I? What of me is left?

Sometimes I wonder what I am - not in the sense of what theriotype am I, I am a whale and feel comfortable and confident in it - but in what am I now? I was born a whale - and though I am not a person -what am I? Am I still a whale, or simply the twisted shell of what was a whale? And if I go back to the water what will I be? Will I learn again myself as a whale? Is it just trying to paint over the shell of myself. I want to return to the water, but I have now lived so long in the human world under them, how will I adapt to being returned to the water?

I wonder who I would have been had I not been removed from the water? What would I have been like? If I had never become entangled and stranded, but had lived to be an adult surely I would be so different. I wonder how I would think about the humans. For me they would probably just be those strange creatures on their boats.

Who would I have been had I been sent to a marine park instead of twisted into a human? I wonder if I would have been sent to sea world like JJ was, though unlike JJ it would have been feasible to keep me there if I could not be released and perhaps I would have had a more or less normal captive life. I wonder how exactly I would have been, certainly different to than if I were released to the wild or had never left it.

I look at now what I am doing as I write a post on tumblr, and my daily activities as I work on my research and my pumps and my fins, the art I do in minecraft and the humans food that I eat. I wonder what I am, how much whale is really left in me. I know my friends always defend that their DNA is still that of a cetacean. But I wonder how much there is left. I was actually offered genetic testing by my doctor to prove my human parents were my actual parents, but if they humans twisted me to be this shape, what would that even prove? If they could do this to me, surely they could alter my genetics to mimic that of the child I replaced. I respond to medicines like a human would and my body seems indeed to be so human. Would there be anything the doctors could even find that says whale, and if there were would they even know what to look for? Or have the humans erased that so completely from my body that the only signs really visible to others are the schizophrenia, and the litany of problems of limbs just not working well, struggling to hear, trouble with vision and my taste being just different to seemingly everyone elses.

I look forward to the day I return finally to the water and swim again forever hopefully with my little pod of others they did this to. I wonder though what it will be like, what I will be like as a whale, and how I will handle that transition. Will I in time come across as any other whale would to the humans? I will no doubt not be the same whale as I would in the wild or had I lived a normal captive life. I wonder though if the shell of a whale I am, if it would eventually refill again with whale. I hope I will adapt well again to being in the water.

In a way I feel almost as though touched by fae, twisted and manipulated into a world I could never have imagined and still longing for home. I live in a world which other whales could not imagine and have access to tasty foods, comfortable beds, and sources of entertainment and curiousity only whales that have been through what I have could fathom. When I return to that water at long last, I will finally be free, but I will have been touched and changed forever by my experience in the human world. I hope still that I will adapt well and my time in captivity can be mostly a happy and comfortable. I also sometimes think about the ending of Lord of the Rings, of the four hobbits returning home after their ordeal, and while some are able to settle into life again, they are forever changed by their ordeal. My ordeal is not yet over and only in brief moments can I remember a life not on land. I wonder how exactly it will be for me to return to the water, and how I will adapt, shall I again be whale, or am I simply too twisted and hollow for what was done to me? What is there left of me, and is there enough to relearn myself and to swim free and swim forever.

~ Kala

[alicethethreshershark]

Silly Game Time: Which humanoid fantasy race would you choose to be? Possibilities include (but are not limited to) Hobbits/Halflings, Gnomes, Dwarves, Elves, Orcs/Goblins, Firbolgs, and Kobolds. Would you have any distinguishing physical traits?

does vampire count? if not a mermaid, but not like half fish half human more like mostly fish and fully blue and also fins and a big thresher shark tail

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 2nd Decmeber - 8th Decmeber

Once again late, but hey ho, here it is anyway. I have absolutly no organisational skills lol.

But anyway, recs <3

Wild Wings - DomesticGoddess - The Hobbit @domesticgoddesswriter, (Bilbo/Thorin, another amazing fic by DG, and its a WING FIC< and one of my favs!)

Summary: Wounded and stranded in a strange forest, Thorin finds himself in the care of a lovebird, a reclusive and mysterious race. He’s not impressed. His host appears backward and primitive. But Bilbo seems content enough to play caretaker while Thorin heals, and that is a mercy. Isolated with the halfling, Thorin has little to do besides navigate the barriers between them and learn more about his host. The more he learns, the more he finds himself drawn to the selfless, hardworking hobbit.

But how can he be sure that this growing attraction between them is anything more than an intimacy brought on by isolation? Besides, Thorin’s a king. He’ll have to return to his kingdom, and Bilbo has never left the forest.

old cat, new tricks - Shy_Urban_Hobbit - The Witcher (Aiden/Lambert, a cute look at the differences in cat and wolf schools)

Summary: Aiden witnesses his first 'fight' between the Wolves and is beyond confused. It's never too late to learn how to play though, right?

Married at first sight - TracingPatterns - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, this was such a fin read, and for someone who doesnt watch relaity shows, reading about them is much more fun for me personally)

Summary: Usually, a romance story ends when the couple say I do, but in this case, that is where it starts. Can you marry a total stranger and still make it work? Can a group of experts really find your perfect match? And how do you stay true to yourself when your every move is caught on camera?

The Kitchen Thief - mordelle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, different first meeting by the amazing @mordellestories, seriously, everyone check it out!)

Summary: There are pests. At first, Thorin thought one of his assistants was stealing from him. And that may have been why he was a bit harsher on them than what was deemed necessary. But one by one, the workers were replaced only for the goods to keep vanishing into thin air. It was driving him to madness. And when Thorin wasn’t at peace, everyone knew it. So, it had to be pests, right? Pixies, brownies, rats, something was pilfering his hard work and it was happening more often as time went by.

Not So Small a Thing - HerdingFlowers - Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All (Geralt/Jaskier, I adore deaging fics and little Jaskier is precious asf)

Summary: What is a witcher to do when he finds himself with a baby bard on his hands?

Take him to Kaer Morhen, of course.

An Infinte Ocean - orphan_account - Harry Potter (Sirius/Remus, muggle au, I hope whoever wrote this one day sees that this is my ultimute HP comfort fic. I adore everyhting about it and iM so grateful tey wrote it!)

Simmary: Remus Lupin knows two things--working and caring for his son, Teddy. When his babysitter sets up crowdfunding so Teddy can go swim with the sea turtles at the local animal rescue, Remus doesn't realise how completely their life is going to change. Especially when he meets Sirius Black, the weekend merman in the aquatic show, and someone who might convince him of love at first sight.

So, I hope you had a good week, and see you sometime tomorrow (or after lol)

So, I only wrote two fics last week, but thats alright, everyone slows downa t some point right?

Seven goats and a cow (Geralt/Jaskier, written from this amazing prompt from @odde11eth)

Summary: Jaskier is excited to spend winter at Kear Morhen and to ask Vesemir for Geralt's hand in marriage.

Vesemir does not aprove and sets Jaskier 3 all but impossible for mostly-human bards to complete.

Will Jaskier succeed?

And finally Our ghostly hearts reach for one another - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, Prompt #281 - Ripple effect)

Summry: Bilbo is old, and fells so alone. If only he could see Thorin again. Hold him one last time.

Maybe in his dreams.

Take care all <3

[m0onberry222]

GET TO KNOW ME POST ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚ ⋅

this one might be an eensy weensy, little bit, ever so slightly, super duper crazily long…but i figured, why not. soooo, here is my take on an intro post if anyone feels like reading it!! :)))

ᯓ★ if i’m being so honest, this will probably continue to get longer as i grow and also think of more things, haha.

MY NAME IS…

m0ony! of course, i do have a real name, but this is what i prefer to go by online :). i picked this nickname for two main reasons — 1) it’s the nickname of one of my childhood comfort characters, and 2) i just love the vibe it gives!

CURRENT OBSESSIONS…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 supernatural

ᯓᡣ𐭩 gilmore girls

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the umbrella academy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the grishaverse (particularly the books)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 harry potter (marauders and golden trio)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the umbrella academy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 brooklyn 99

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the mcu

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the hunger games

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the folk of the air

FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS/SONGS…

꩜ .ᐟ jeff buckley

- nightmares by the sea, if you knew, morning theft, forget her, yard of blonde girls, lover, you should’ve come over, i want someone badly, lilac wine, last goodbye, haven’t you heard?, je n’en connais pas la fin, all i ask (yes, a few of these are covers but his versions are SCRUMPTIOUS)

꩜ .ᐟ deftones

- diamond eyes, swerve city, digital bath, 7 words, rosemary, be quiet and drive (far away), minerva, cherry waves, xerces, my own summer (shove it)

꩜ .ᐟ the cure

- the lovecats, a forest, fire in cairo, the perfect girl, lovesong, bloodflowers, charlotte sometimes

꩜ .ᐟ the neighbourhood

- sweater weather, fallen star, pretty boy, daddy issues, devil’s advocate, baby came home 2/valentines, cry baby

꩜ .ᐟ depeche mode

- blasphemous rumors, people are people, policy of truth, walking in my shoes, personal jesus, enjoy the silence

꩜ .ᐟ radiohead

- karma police, idioteque, everything in its right place, lotus flower, kid a, all i need, lift, how to disappear completely

꩜ .ᐟ the smiths

- how soon is now, bigmouth strikes again, heaven knows i’m miserable now, there is a light that never goes out, please, please, please let me get what i want, hand in glove, girl afraid

꩜ .ᐟ arctic monkeys

- stop the world i wanna get off with you, arabella, snap out of it, why’d you only call me when you’re high, baby i’m yours, do i wanna know, 505

꩜ .ᐟ michael jackson

- they don’t care about us, chicago, say say say, billie jean, beat it, man in the mirror

꩜ .ᐟ hozier

- arsonists lullaby, work song, someone new, would that i, take me to church, in the woods somewhere, jackie and wilson, wasteland, baby!

꩜ .ᐟ david bowie

- lazarus, as the world falls down, moonage daydream, rebel rebel, life on mars?, space oddity, magic dance

HOBBIES…

࣪𖤐.ᐟ reading

- if anyone would like to know/discuss favorite books please 100% lmk!!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ writing

- mostly original works these days

࣪𖤐.ᐟ theatre

- both performance and technical!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ photography

- my mother is a photographer, so i have always been around it — and i greatly enjoy it myself!! ofc i am most definitely an amateur but i love to take photos of all kinds :))

࣪����.ᐟ gaming

- WOW, minecraft, the sims, skyrim, oblivion, stardew valley, fortnite

࣪𖤐.ᐟ making playlists

- i believe i have nearly 100 public playlists at present on my personal account🫣

- here is the link to my fandom spotify!!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ journalling

࣪𖤐.ᐟ spending time with loved ones & pets

࣪𖤐.ᐟ researching topics

FAVORITE AUTHORS/SOME FAV BOOKS…

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ leigh bardugo

- SAB trilogy, SOC duology, KOS duology, HB duology

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ rick riordan

- entire riordanverse more or less lmao

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ j.r.r tolkein

- LOTR, the hobbit, etc

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ suzanne collins

- THG

(there are MANY more favs that belong here, but i am quite frankly utterly exhausted, so i shall update this shortly)

CURRENTLY READING…

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ american gods BY neil gaiman

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ the familiar BY leigh bardugo

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ 1984 BY george orwell (can you sense my nationality, lol)

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ the wicked king BY holly black

if you made it this far…thank you so much for reading and getting to know me a little better! i would love to get to know any of you better as well, and if you relate to anything here or would like to discuss anything, please don’t hesitate to comment or anything!! i LOVE talking to people, especially about special interests, tehe.

[autistook]

DAISIES - pt 2

Merry Brandybuck x fem!hobbit!reader/soft oc

Previous chapter

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Merry drags you and Pippin on an adventure as an apology for the panic attack their dare caused you days before. Halfway there, Pippin decides to turn back, leaving you and Merry alone. After smoking some pipe-weed, the conversation turns a little bit deeper, when you discuss things you have never talked about before, and getting more close to each other.

I want to say something before you start reading the second chapter of this fanfic. I hope you can still feel like you're a part of the story, even thought it is a soft oc. I prefer giving characters some qualities (reader's height, fears and personality traits for example) and backstories when writing, and personally I prefer when I can escape to a story, where I am a little bit different from my usual self.

I also want to point out that this story obviously has and will have some differences to canon events, and I will be mixing up some things from the books and movies, and other stuff from my own head.

That being said, I hope you enjoy this next part of 'daisies'!

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For the few days following the incident at the river, you mostly stayed in your own bedroom, every now and then getting something to eat from the kitchen. Frodo showed some concern, but knowing your need for space, he decided to let it slide. You were still shaken up by the panic attack, trying to avoid anything that could trigger one again.

Pippin and Merry did not take long to realize that you had been distancing yourself at home for more than a day. Normally you would already be at least on a walk, where one of them would run into you. They decided to visit Bag End to drag you out of the bed by force.

"No! You're not allowed to stay indoors any longer!" Pippin exclaimed and started to pull you out of bed. Merry was biting his nails. You groaned and made your body limp, so it would be harder to pull you away from under the comfort of your blanket. "You have been indoors for over a day already, and we all know how easily you distance yourself. Get up, Baggins!"

"We promised you some pipe-weed, didn't we?" Merry says, his arms crossed, looking at you. His eyes revealed just how guilty he was feeling about pushing your boundaries at the river. Pippin tended to feel more guilty, but never showed it to anyone but Merry.

"Is there any way you would just let me have some space for one more day?" you asked, already knowing their answer. Merry shook his head and bluntly declined your request. Finally, the two managed to pull you out of bed, and you rushed them out of your bedroom for some privacy. 

You went through your closet for quite some time, trying to decide between a few different dresses, your fingers gently rubbing the different kinds of fabrics to see if any of them would make you feel slightly more comfortable in your skin. You settled on a sage green dress, made of a material so soft and light that you could barely feel it on. You slipped the dress on, and unlike usual, decided to skip a corset, just to make sure no piece of clothing made you feel any more uncomfortable.

You made your way down the hall, where Merry and Pippin had made themselves at home and were chatting up with your brother, laughing about some private joke of their own. You passed the small mirror that was hanging on the wall in the hallway, glancing at it and smiling to yourself. You thought about the small gesture of comfort Merry had provided you by putting your favorite flower sneakily behind your ear. 

You entered the kitchen, fidgeting with the hem of your dress, nervous about leaving the house, while knowing it was the best decision for you. 

"Glad to see you up on your feet again!" Frodo said cheerfully, his smile gentle and wide. Merry put his arm around you, squeezing you firmly.

"We couldn't let her stay in any longer. Who knows how long she would've stayed indoors!" Merry said. "It was the pipe-weed that finally got her out of the bed. I fear our friend has an addiction," he continued teasingly. You gave Merry a soft, playful smack on his shoulder, making him chuckle. 

"We actually got something better for you, as an apology," Pippin said and handed you a small leather pouch. "It's Old Toby. We know you prefer it."

Smiling, you accepted the apology, immediately inhaling some of the sweet smell of the leaves through the leather. Frodo shook his head at this sight, taking a sip of his tea.

"So, do you want to smoke it now?" Merry said, hoping you would share some of it with him and Pippin. You gave him a nod, trying not to act too enthusiastic about getting to taste some of the sweetness of the pipe-weed soon. You then saw Merry's eyes shift slightly to the left from your eyes. One corner of his mouth curled up a little, making you turn around to see what he was grinning at. There seemed to be nothing amusing behind you, so you figured he had to be happy about your agreement to go have a smoke.

It was a cold day in the Shire. You were wrapped up in your long coat, arms crossed, slightly shivering. Merry seemed to be in his element, enjoying the cold spring breeze. Pippin on the other hand, was shaking and whimpering, not wearing enough layers. You were walking on the damp ground, wet grass getting between your toes. Merry was leading the way to a place, that in his words, was 'something very special indeed.'

"How much further?" you asked, wrapping your coat more firmly around your figure. Pippin lifted his head up, lips quivering as he looked at his best friend, hoping for an answer that would be no less than ten minutes.

"An hour," Merry said calmly, looking over his shoulder at the two of you. Pippin stopped in his tracks, shaking his head. 

"No, I will not," Pippin said determined, his voice trembling from the cold. He turned around and lifted his hand up to wave goodbye, without even looking back. "Too far. No. I need to get something warm around me. Maybe ten thousand blankets. Enjoy your trip to whatever he thinks this suffering is worth!" Pippin cried, and as he walked he kept muttering to himself, long after he was no longer in the hearing distance.

"Well, more Old Toby for us," you smirked, slightly shaking from the wind. Merry smiled softly at your comment, turning his face back forward to where you two were walking. "I do feel cold though, Merry."

"Trust me, it's going to be worth it," Merry reassured you, giving you a confident look. Your eyes narrowed slightly, trying to decide whether to believe him or not. Merry took notice of your analyzing look. "I am not lying, and you're going to thank me when we arrive there, I assure you."

It took you and Merry less than an hour of walking, when he suddenly came to a halt. There was a cornfield opening in front of you. The stalks of them were a faint green, their length tall, forcing you to tilt your head all the way back if you wanted to see their highest points. Their growth was dense, making it seem like a too narrow path to pass. You lifted your eyebrow at Merry, your arms crossed as you were trying to wrap the thick coat tighter around you. Your coat covered you almost all the way to your ankles, as you were shorter than an average hobbit.

"Merry, why are we standing in front of a cornfield?" you asked. Merry looked at you, amused at your puzzled expression. His answer was a simple nod towards the cornfield. He started making his way through the first rows of the green stalks, his right side first and arms spread wide. With a loud exhale, you followed him. 

It was so densely grown, you could not move without at least one cornstalk touching your clothes, or messing up your hair. Every now and then Merry would tell you to duck, as there were some badly grown stalks bending downward. You followed his path for five minutes without saying anything out loud. Then Merry stopped walking, and you followed his example, stopping immediately. 

"Just a few rows forward," he said, smiling confidently, clearly trying to act all mysterious. He took one step, before you grabbed his shoulder to stop him from going any further.

"Would you just please explain to me why we are in the middle of a cornfield?" you asked, feeling slightly frustrated from the cold, your feet irritated by the dirt you were standing on. 

"Look, just trust me," Merry said and gestured to you to walk first. "M'lady," he snickered in a teasing tone. You decided to oblige, making your way through the last few thick rows of corn.

The bright daylight hit your face the second you had gone through where Merry guided you, making you squint your eyes. Your eyes had gotten used to the dimness of the field and the sudden exposure startled you. When you got used to the sudden flash of light, you could see that you were standing in a small opening. There was a large rock in the middle. It was rough and firm on the ground, and it was even taller than the corns were at their highest. The grey sky was solid behind it, as you gazed up, trying so hard to see the top of the large stone.

"Now we climb," Merry said as he appeared from behind you. He went up to the rock, placing his grassy feet on some of the rough edges of it. His hands gripped confidently on the solid stone under him, as he turned his gaze to you, questioning why you were not following him yet. "Well, come on!" he rushed. 

"I don't think I can climb, Merry," you responded, still shivering under your coat. "My hands are so cold. I can't feel a thing."

Merry hopped back down on the ground, walking towards you. He took your freezing, pale and delicate hands in his. He placed them firmly between the palms of his hands, rubbing them to provide some warmth. He lifted them to the same level as his face, placing his lips close to your skin, breathing some warm air from his lungs on your hands. Soon the feeling started to return to your hands, but Merry kept going, wanting to make sure they would not freeze back up.

"Is that better, my lady?" Merry said teasingly, still some tenderness in his tone. 

You chuckled softly, giving him a thankful smile. "Yes, thank you."

"Now, are you ready to climb?" he asked, already walking towards the rock. 

You followed his every step, trusting he knew his way up there better than you ever could. You truly did not want to slip down, even though a part of you was even suspicious it might have been a part of a long term prank that Merry had planned. The rock was cold beneath the bottom of your feet, and the air was more chilly the higher you got. 

It was a fast climb, and Merry soon offered his hand to pull you up. You took his hand, and he pulled you up with a firm grip. And the second you got to the top of the rock, you realized why Merry had wanted to come to this spot for a smoke.

The field opened up all around you, seeming like there were endless rows of beautiful greenery growing. The wind was cold, but beautifully it was softly blowing and making the corn, which was in its early stage of growth, dance like waves. It made you forget all about the temperature. The sky was grey, yet despite the seemingly melancholy weather, it looked beautiful. The contrast between the earth and the sky looked stunning from up there, providing a calming atmosphere.

"I've never told anyone about this place," Merry said, taking his wooden pipe from his pocket, preparing to smoke some Old Toby. "Except Frodo. I think he comes down here to read sometimes, and so do I. I believed it was time to show this to Pippin and you. Well, mostly you."

"What do you mean mostly me?" you asked, handing him the small pouch of pipe-weed. Merry filled the bowl of the pipe, pressing the leaf down gently. He lit it up, inhaling the first round of Old Toby.

"I know you like to have some time to yourself," he answered sincerely, taking another puff. He looked somewhere to the distance, admiring the surroundings. "I figured that after what happened at the river, I owed you a proper apology. I thought showing a place where you can cool down your overactive mind would do the trick."

"Well, apology accepted," you smiled, gently taking the pipe from his hands. You took a puff, the pipe lingering on your lips for a moment. It took almost no time at all for the calming effects of it to hit both of you. You passed the pipe to each other for some time in total silence. The wind was calming down, and the sky looked like it could rain soon.

"You seem troubled," you said, looking at Merry, who was deep in his thoughts. His eyes were fixated on the horizon, as he took a deep breath. He passed you the pipe, leaning backwards to lay down on his back, as the top of the rock was wide enough for a Hobbit to rest down almost comfortably. "Merry?"

"I broke it off with Estella," Merry muttered under his breath. He had been dating his friend's sister for several months now. This information was almost jaw dropping to you, but you tried to keep your composure and not pressure your friend too much.

"What happened?" you asked carefully and concerned, extinguishing the remaining pipe-weed. You put the pipe down and placed your palm on his shoulder, trying to make sure he knew that he was in a safe space with you. This was not an area of expertise for you when it came to Merry. The two of you talked about many things, but relationships or their difficulties, were not one of those things. Merry exhaled loudly.

"I don't know. Something about it did not feel right from the start, which I don't completely understand," he said, almost puzzled about his own decision. He placed his palms behind his head, gently resting on them. "If you wrote down her qualities next to mine, it would be perfect. Perfect, but only on paper. Whenever I held her close, or even kissed her... It just felt odd."

You felt compassion towards your best friend, still shocked that he was opening up about the troubles of his romantic life to you. You stayed quiet, still holding his shoulder gently. Merry did not seem to have anything more to say on the matter, but you had plenty of questions and could not keep totally silent.

"When did this happen?" you asked. It had to not have been more than a few days. He had not acted any way differently since the last time you saw him at the river.

"A month ago," Merry answered, your face showing all the possible signs of confusion at once. Nothing had seemed different, yet he was going through a massive change in his life.

"A month! How on earth did I miss that?" you cried, looking at him with pure shock. Merry shifted his eyes on you, a calm expression on his face.

"Well, we don't really talk about this stuff," he responded, softly chuckling at the whole reality of the situation. "Besides, I felt bad."

"I get it," you said. "Whenever a relationship ends, it's just always hard to-"

Merry interrupted you, lifting his other hand in the air. "That's not what I meant," he said, his body twisting a little from feeling uncomfortable. "I felt bad, because I didn't feel bad. She was crying, and all I could do was just stare at her. I felt so relieved. Seeing her cry made me feel like the worst being in all of Middle-Earth. I tried to comfort her, but she just ran off. We haven't said a word to each other since, nor has Fatty talked to me either."

You stared at Merry in confusion. You thought he had been happy, and you had no clue he had stirred the pot in his personal life so roughly. You gave him an understanding smile.

"Look, you tried to comfort her. That's all I'm saying," you responded, trying to cheer Merry up. "It did not feel right and you did the correct thing by ending it, before it escalated."

"I just wish I didn't make her feel so heartbroken, that his brother decided to not talk to me," Merry said quietly. "Fatty and I have always been friends. So have Estella and I. I might have ruined good friendships by trying to force something, when it wasn't there."

"Hey," you said, firmly grabbing his shoulder and giving him a supportive shake. "You did not ruin anything. Yes, sure, she might be mad at you for a while, but I'm positive she will eventually get over it. Both of them will. He's just very protective over his younger sister. You didn't force anything. You gave it a try, and it wasn't a match."

"The thing is," Merry said, sitting up, a slightly sad expression on his face, his eyes glued to his feet. "So far all of my relationships have been like this. At this point, I fear something is wrong with me!"

You shuffled closer, placing your arm around him. He leaned his head on top of yours, as you always had done when providing comfort to each other. 

"Nothing is wrong with you, Merry. You just haven't met the right girl yet," you said, squeezing your arm around him tightly. Merry sighed, appearing to not believe a word from your mouth, as he dwelled deep in his guilt. "I mean it. Someone will come along. You'll be at the Green Dragon, and your eyes meet, and you'll know."

"It's just weird, that's all," Merry sighed. "I've had plenty of crushes, all around Buckland too, but when it came to actually something happening, it came to a halt from my side. There's always this empty feeling. It feels like it's wrong, and I can't quite explain it."

Merry's words made you quiet. As you thought of what he said, you related to it more than you had before realized. Most of the Hobbits you had dated were perfect on paper, but when it came down to actually feeling something real with them - it was never there. 

"I get it," you finally said after some time, Merry snickering at your response. "No, I mean it, Merry. I hadn't really thought about it like that before, but I think I was miserable because of that exact reason in my previous relationships. Even the latest relationship ended with her crying, and me feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders."

Merry looked at you, eyes widening with surprisement.

"My dear friend, you have just made me feel so much better," he smiled, hugging you tightly. His arms around you were always a source of comfort, and in that moment you felt like you really needed it as well. You wrapped your other arm around him too, squeezing him tightly. You were enjoying the calming effect of the hug, as always. His face was nuzzled comfortably in your neck, his smile pressing against your skin.

"I think you are sometimes too hard on yourself," you said to him as you pulled away from the hug. "There are plenty of Hobbits out there for you. You just have to find the right one."

"I am not as sure about it as I used to be, but I am definitely feeling more confident now!" he stated, voice full of sudden happiness. "Maybe it's the pipe-weed, maybe it's you, or maybe it's both."

You giggled at his joke, realizing then just how calm the smoking had made both of you. Talking about all this stuff with your best friend felt new, refreshing and like it should have happened a long time ago. 

You both talked about your past relationships for over an hour, in tears of laughter at the disasters they had all been. Neither of you noticed the passage of time or the cold air anymore, until the effects of Old Toby started to wear off. After that you both agreed that it would be time for both of you to go back for some late luncheon.

On your way back, you were both slightly more quiet and in your thoughts, but relieved as some weight got lifted off your shoulders, knowing you weren't alone with your catastrophic relationship history. 

"Did you know that suits you?" Merry suddenly asked, as the two of you were making your way through the Shire, Bag End slowly approaching in the distance.

"What suits me?" you responded, confused. Merry chuckled and picked up a piece of dirt that had somehow clumped its way to your curls on your journey. He flicked it to the ground with his fingers, looking at you with a mischievous grin. "How long has that been there?" you asked him, slightly annoyed.

"Since we got through the cornfield for the first time," Merry said, smirking. "I noticed it, but I thought it would be funny to not say a thing."

"I had dirt in my hair for hours and you said nothing?" you shouted in a playfully furious tone. "Meriadoc Brandybuck!"

"Calm down!" he chuckled and lifted his hands up, as if to surrender. "I just figured you might have thought it suited your style better than a flower behind your ear, but I suppose I was wrong."

"What, the daisy you snuck in my hair when you were calming me down?" you said, eyes narrowing as you looked at him in his blue eyes, which were glowing with mischief and self-satisfaction.

"Ah, you noticed!" Merry laughed whole-heartedly. "I thought it might frame your face nicely. I did not know it would make you upset. My sincerest apologies," he continued with a sarcastic manner, making you giggle.

"What a nice thought," you smirked, scrunching your nose at him. You crossed your arms, now again shivering from the cold spring wind. "When I have a panic attack again, I'll make sure we are surrounded by daisies."

Merry laughed. "Well, let's hope you don't have another panic attack. What if I don't have a daisy on me? More than that, what if you are so smothered by anxiety that I have to whip up a flower crown for you in a matter of seconds?" he exclaimed dramatically, making your giggles louder. His gaze traveled around your face as he talked, clearly looking for signs that his jokes about the dramatic need of flowers at all times were still funny to you.

"In all seriousness," you started, clearing your throat and changing your tone from playful to a more serious one. "It was a nice gesture. I saw it in the mirror later and it cheered me up."

"I figured it might," Merry said, smiling softly, looking at the ground as you walked through the gate of Bag End. "I know it's your favorite flower."

You gave him a tender smile "I am amazed how well you actually know me," you said, entering through the green front door with him.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Pole Position (Formula 1 x lectora)

Resumen: Franco debía prepararse para el fin de semana, y como en esa oportunidad Kimi no estaba en el lugar, Tania se las ingenió para encontrar la forma de no estar sola.

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~ XVI ~

—¡Me humillaste con esa foto!—

—No~, es adorable.—

Charles leía entre risas los comentarios de la publicación, o al menos los que entendía, porque la mayoría eran en español.

Al llegar al restaurante, el par de pilotos se ubicó en una de las mesas más alejadas del edificio. Eso no impidió que los hayan visto, e incluso fotografiado juntos. Pero la chica no se estresó mucho, sabía que si se seguía preocupando por esas cosas, se volvería loca.

—Las mozas nos tomaron una foto mientras pediamos la comida.—Charles la miró—. ¿Temes que haya problemas? Me refiero a rumores como los de Franco.—

—Nah, esta bien. Suelo cenar con otros compañeros, es algo usual. Lo de Franco fue muy alevoso.—

—¿Nadie sospechará entonces que es una cita?—Tania rió bajito.

—No lo es.—

—Si, lo es.—Charles la miró divertido—. Una muy entretenida, de hecho... ahora entiendo porqué Carlos habla tanto de ti.—

—Me dicen que tengo buenas vibras, si... A menos de que me enoje. No hagas eso.—

—Ah, vi el drama de Kimi en Formula 2 y como lo defendiste. Fue como ver a un hobbit empujando a un humano.—

—¡Que maldad!—

Tania rió con ganas, y Charles supo que necesitaba más de eso.

—Quiero cubrir el fin de semana de Las Vegas ¿Crees que sea posible?—

~... ¿Que quieres qué?~

—En TC solía hacer eventos con el programa de "Carburando", era divertido estar cerca de los pilotos. Y como aquí estoy sola... Pensé que podía entrevistar a los pilotos, asistir al paddock.—

Tania había llamado a Mary con una idea más que clara, y le parecía estupenda. Sus amigos o no estaban, o estaban concentrados en la carrera, por lo que se le ocurrió cubrir el evento para poder al menos entretenerse un rato.

Mary le dijo que si conseguía que algún canal deportivo la avalara, le daba el permiso. Y entonces Fox Sports, junto al programa de Telemetrico, le dieron el gusto.

—¿Te sorprende verme, querido?—

El rostro de Franco se iluminó al ver a su amiga aparecer en el paddock con un camarógrafo y equipada como toda una periodista.

—Me sorprende verte vestida como una persona decente, en realidad... ¿Esta bien hablar en español o...?—

—Sisi, estamos cubriendo para Latinoamérica. Entonces, contanos... ¿Cómo estás lidiando con el intenso olor a marihuana que se siente en todos lados?—Franco rió con aquello.

—Sir Lewis "Hammer" Hamilton, es un placer finalmente hablar contigo.—Tania estrechó la mano que el hombre le extendió.

—Un gusto... Pensé que eras piloto.—

—Ah, soy multifacética.—lo vio sonreír—. ¿Cómo te sientes al volver a Las Vegas? ¿Expectativas para este fin de semana?—

—... Me gustaría que tú me dijeras las tuyas.—le sonrió—. Eres mecánica y sigues el deporte ¿No?—

—Si, claro.—Lewis la invitó a continuar—. El año pasado se te complicó mucho el manejo del auto, muy resbaladizo y su estado no era el mejor. Fue duro... Pero este año vienes muy bien, tengo fe de que estarás en el podio.—

—¿Tú crees?—

—Absolutamente.—le sonrió—. Será un honor compartir pista contigo, pero te advierto que no dejo pasar a nadie eh.—lo escuchó reír.

—Carrlossss.—

—Eres como dios, chica. Estás en todos lados.—Carlos se acercó enseguida a la mujer, quien le sonreía emocionada—. ¿Eres periodista ahora?—

—Soy lo que quiera ser, Sainz... ¿Cómo te ves para hoy?—

—Me veo... Fresco, con ganas de comer algo rico cuando terminemos ¿Helados?—la chica rió—. Porque anoche me cambiaste, lo vi. Que conste que soy el amigo Ferrari titular.—

—Obvio, querido. No te lo quita nadie... ¿Algún mensaje para la gente que nos esta mirando?—

—Voy a dar lo mejor de mi este fin de semana, solo mirenme.—

—Bonne nuit, Charles ¿Avez-vous le temps pour un entretien? *Buenas noches, Charles ¿Tienes tiempo para una entrevista?*—

Charles sonrió enseguida al ver a la mujer, y esa sonrisa se ensanchó aún más al escucharla hablar en frances.

—tu sais parler français ? *¿Sabes hablar Francés?*—

—Ah, lo siento, querido. Aprendí solo eso.—Tania rió bajito—. Para quien sea que no hable inglés o español de nacimiento, aprendí una mini introducción.—

—Ya veo... tu es très jolie ce soir *estas muy bonita esta noche*—

—¿Y eso significa...?—

—Nada relevante...—Charles sonrió—. Por cierto ¿Eres periodista ahora?—

—Oh si, ya que me gusta tanto hablar, le saco provecho. Una duda antes de que me olvide... la gente quiere saber qué comiste anoche que pico tanto.—el hombre rió con aquello.

—Lando Norris...—El piloto iba metido en sus pensamientos cuando escuchó que lo llamaban. Se llevó una grata sorpresa al ver a la mujer—. ¿Tendrá el candidato a campeón del mundo un segundo para esta periodista?—

—No eres periodista y dudo ser campeón del mundo.—

—Buah, si empezamos con esos ánimos...—

—... ¿Tú cómo estás? ¿Todo bien?—

—Yo hago las preguntas aquí, Muppet.—Lando sonrió—. Pero sí, todo en orden... Asi que sin dramas.—

—Bien, me alegra oír eso.—el tono de voz de Lando era suave, gentil. Raro de escuchar por la exaltada y risueña personalidad del chico.

—¿Alguna opinión de la qualy de hoy? ¿Posición esperada?—

—Tú eres mi fan ¿No? Dime en dónde crees que termine.—

—Y... Eso depende.—

—¿De qué?—

—De si debo opinar como fan... O de forma objetiva.—

—¿Varían mucho?—

—Un poquito.—Lando sonrió.

—Adelante, dilo. De forma objetiva.—

—... Pues segundo.—el chico rió.

—¿Por detrás de...?—

—George o Lewis.—

—¿Y Max?—

—Su alerón no esta en... Buenas condiciones. Hasta que se adapte y corrija eso, no creo que entre en el top 3.—Lando la miró sorprendido.

—Suena a una predicción firme.—

—¿Apostamos?—

—Tato, es hora de irnos.—el camarógrafo llamó su atención.

—Bien bien... Bueno, Lando. La mejor de las suertes hoy, y aparta esas dudas del campeonato. Puedes lograrlo, asi que ponle ganas o te bajaré de mi lista de pilotos.—

—Que buen incentivo...—

Tania no pudo charlar con todos los pilotos, pero fue un buen inicio. Y al programa le encantó. Le pidieron ser parte del equipo lo que dure el fin de semana, cosa que Tania aceptó encantada. Era divertido, y como no había otros representantes del programa en el lugar, se encargaría de conseguir unos minutos con cada corredor.

Durante las dos primeras prácticas libres, Tania entrevistó a todos los pilotos en diferentes oportunidades. Algunos le parecieron más o menos simpáticos, pero supo manejar el asunto con gracia. Fue divertido.

Al menos hasta que Franco chocó.

[booksbabes]

I need some opinions on a Thorin x ofc fin im writing

I want to attempt to get the whole thing written before I post it. I feel like I loose interest if I post as I go.

It’s set pre quest to Erebor. Everyone is about 7 years younger than the quest age. Should Thorin and OC fall in love in this fic before quest? Should the quest even happen? I like to read hobbit fics other than the whole quest itself it tends to get predictable. And I feel there are a lot of post-quest. Everyone lives. But not many pre-quest. (Everyone will live bc I cannot take unhappy endings) let me know what you think or any ideas!

[lunamoon1239]

Silly Game Time: Which humanoid fantasy race would you choose to be? Possibilities include (but are not limited to) Hobbits/Halflings, Gnomes, Dwarves, Elves, Orcs/Goblins, Firbolgs, and Kobolds. Would you have any distinguishing physical traits?

……………….mermaid. Sorry, probably boring answer but to give any other would be dishonest. I’ve got an obsession and I am not ashamed of it. So obviously I’d have a tail, but I also think I’d go for throat gills and ear, arm, and hip fins.

[rutlancecf]

Hay ocasiones en la que inspiro en cualquier cosa para escribir, y otras, en las que no me inspiro para nada. Al grado de que mi tren de pensamiento se descarrila o cambia en otra dirección, sin rumbo alguno.

Es, por poner un ejemplo, despierto aún algo dormida y me dirijo a la cocina, pensando si hay pan para desayunar.

*Pan* 🍞

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~A Jason Todd le gusta el pan~

No pasa ni un minuto, cuando a mi mente llega instantáneamente Tim Drake. Y es de entenderse, ya que él es el Robin que le sigue de los muchachos.

*Pan* 🍞

⬇️

*Jason Todd*

⬇️

*Tim Drake*

Y entonces, aparece en mi cabeza Tim Drake, sentado en un sofá, tomado de las manos con Bernard Dowd, 👬 platicando con Damian Wayne, que se encuentra sentado frente a ellos en otro sofá más corto junto con Karim (personaje original de mi historia "Dejarnos tirar a matar", que vendría siendo su hijo de 4 años, según veo)

Tim dice: ~Mar'i va a ser la niña de las flores, y nos preguntábamos si Karim podría ser el niño de los anillos~ 💍 (¿¡Ya están planeando la boda!? Ni siquiera he podido terminar de escribir el segundo capítulo y a éstos dos ya se les están cociendo las habas)

Y antes de que Damian pueda decir algo, Karim se emociona, casi aventándose encima de Tim.

~¡Oh, voy a ser Frodo!~ Exclama, mientras los presentes se echan a reír.

Y la siguiente escena en mi cabeza, es Karim vestido de hobbit, caminando rumbo al altar del templo 💒 (Creo que Tim es judío, de acuerdo con un artículo publicado hace mucho tiempo, que no recuerdo la dirección del sitio web), con una espada de plástico, cargando con ambos anillos en el collar que cuelga de su cuello. Y antes de dárselos a los novios 🤵🤵, saca su espada, hace una leve reverencia, dice unas cuantas palabras dirigidas a ellos que hacen enternecer a todos los invitados, y les entrega los anillos 💍💍, para regresar al lado de su Mami. (Sí, es un omegaverse, y Damian es un Omega)

Y sólo iba a buscar pan para desayunar, terminando con una boda en mi cabeza.

Quedando así más o menos:

~Pan➡️Jason Todd ➡️Tim Drake ➡️Preparativos para una boda➡️Hijo original de Damian Wayne, vestido de Frodo, llevando los anillos de boda~

😭 A veces no sé porqué si pasa esto en mi mente en menos de 5 minutos, ¿porque diablos me tardo tanto en poder escribirlo?

En fin. 🤷

[lordofthegoldenflower]

Hal side-eyed him for a moment, before pulling the taller Elf to the temporary room she'd been given and closed the door behind them.

"You need to sleep, Fin."

/Hey! | Fin - Hal / Hobbit

@rangers-arecool

Glorfindel didn't resist Hal pulling him along, he didn't have the energy to even if he had wanted to. He had known the sharp eyed Ranger would see his exhaustion as soon as she laid eyes on him, but to hear it stated so bluntly...At least she had waited until they were behind closed doors.

"It has just been a long week, Hal," he said softly, trying to give her a reassuring smile. "I can wait until after dinner to sleep."

[lordoftheringsmusical]

Okay I think I’m going to Chicago in like three weeks to see the musical is there a specific part of it that you especially liked?

Ahhh that's so cool! I hope you enjoy it ✨️

I liked so many things in this production (I'm referring to the production as it was at the Watermill Theatre), it's hard to narrow it down, but I'll try:

The audience interaction during the pre-show. I'm a very shy and awkward person, but talking to the Hobbits and playing games with them felt so natural. Bilbo was so excited to meet a Fin (hi Tuuli) and a German who were seeing the show together, and Fatty Bolger, upon realising that no one had brought something to eat, loudly proclaimed that this was the worst party he had ever been to xD

The end of "Star of Eärendil" is sung acappella and it just gives you the chiiiillls. It's so beautiful. A similarly powerful moment is the end of Act 1, when the musicians (almost threateningly) advance to the front of the stage. 10/10 epic moment.

The entire epilogue with the farewells. It just hits so hard. Across the Sea... (the Cat and the Moon reprise after curtain call is sorely needed)

Oh how Imiss this show. Have fun, and please tell me about your experience afterwards!!

[carretera-de-mis-suenos]

On approche du moment où nous allons enfin reprendre la route. La dernière pièce manquante pour la voiture arrive aujourd'hui et, si tout se passe bien, nous allons repartir demain matin avec le DoudiCuatro (c'est son nom pour l'instant, une référence au surnom qu'on se donne avec Charles et au fait que c'est un 4x4 chilien).

En attendant tout cela, Charles a fini la construction de son pont. Il avait promis à Gregorio de lui fabriquer un pont en bois autoporté pour remplacer l'ancienne passerelle qui permettait d'accéder aux oliviers. Celle-ci a malheureusement été détruite par une tempête, survenue il y a quelques années, qui a causé une inondation emportant tout sur son chemin. Après presque une semaine de travail intense les plans et la structure étaient finis et nous l'avons aidé à monter le pont. Gregorio et ses voisins ont même annoncé que c'était la nouvelle attraction de la vallée !

Hier soir, nous sommes aussi partis en exploration dans la vallée des artistes. Nous avons marché 3h, faisant tout le tour du domaine par les collines pour découvrir son immensité et ses paysages crépusculaires.

En fin de promenade, nous sommes passés devant la maison que l'on préfère dans la vallée (après celle de Gregorio et Patricia évidemment).

Sa clôture étonnante est faite de skis et la structure de la maison fait penser à celle d'un Hobbit.

Nous sommes en adoration devant cette habitation, on rêverait d'avoir la même.

On reprend bientôt la route, je vous tiens vite au courant de nos aventures !

Besitos,

Luna

[adventures-written]

Mun Things

Comfort food(s): apples, fried chicken, dark chocolate almonds, mini-eggs, and Swedish berries

Comfort drink(s): A nice hot cup of tea or hot chocolate.

Comfort movie(s): The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings series.

Comfort show(s):  Daredevil, The Punisher (I don't really have 'shows' that are comfort...more so Youtubers and their old playthroughs?)

Comfort clothing: Big sweaters, nice cozy t-shirts, boxers

Comfort song(s): Ahhhhhh I have so many...Here's a few?

Comfort book(s): I'm a terrible reader. I have trouble physically focusing on books. I don't read much.

Comfort game(s): Currently Northgard or House Flipper, but I always find myself being drawn back into The Last of Us. I could replay that game forever.

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Avatar : La Voie de l'eau par James Cameron

Anecdotes, potins, actus, secrets, tournages, autour de "Avatar : la voie de l'eau" !

Cameron succède à... Cameron

James Cameron règne en maître sur le box-office ! En 1997, Titanic est devenu le premier film à dépasser le milliard de dollars de recettes (2,185 milliards pour être plus précis). Il faudra attendre douze ans pour que le film de Cameron se fasse détrôner par... Le nouveau film de Cameron. Avec ses 2,78 milliards de dollars de recettes dans le monde, Avatar a pris la tête du classement.

Un Terminator chez les Na'vi ?

En 2013, il a été question qu'Arnold Schwarzenegger rejoigne Avatar : la voie de l'eau dans le rôle d'un bad guy. Une rumeur pas si aberrante que ça quand on sait que l'acteur et James Cameron ont collaboré à plusieurs reprises (Terminator, Terminator 2 : le Jugement Dernier et True Lies). Mais en 2014, le cinéaste a officiellement déclaré que Schwarzenegger ne participerait pas au blockbuster.

Sorties repoussées

En 2013, James Cameron acte les sorties de Avatar : La Voie de l'eau et ses deux suites pour fin 2016, fin 2017 et fin 2018. Deux ans plus tard, la production prend du retard et le réalisateur annonce que les trois blockbusters sortiront en 2017, 2018 et 2019. En 2016, ces derniers sont encore reportés à 2018, 2020 et 2022. Ce n'est pas tout, puisque le célèbre metteur en scène révèle cette même année une information capitale : un cinquième long métrage Avatar est prévu pour 2023 ! Mais les suites sont une fois de plus reportées à 2020, 2021, 2024 et 2025, puis à 2021, 2023, 2025 et 2027 (le rachat de la Fox par Disney constitue l'un des facteurs de ces énièmes reports). En 2020, la pandémie de Covid-19 oblige Cameron à interrompre le tournage de Avatar : La Voie de l'eau et décaler la sortie des suites. Finalement, Avatar : La Voie de l'eau sort le 14 décembre 2022. Le 3ème volet est prévu pour le 18 décembre 2024, le 4ème pour le 16 décembre 2026 et le 5ème pour le 20 décembre 2028.

La méthode Cameron

Cameron a confié les scénarios des suites d'Avatar aux équipes de Rick Jaffa, Amanda Silver, Josh Friedman et Shane Salerno (une équipe par film). Le réalisateur, soucieux d'écrire les quatre suites simultanément, a confié : "Nous nous sommes vus pendant 7 mois et nous avons écrit chaque scène de chaque film."

"J'ai assigné à chaque scénariste le film sur lequel ils allaient travailler...", poursuit-il. Le dernier jour. Je savais que si je leur indiquais leur scénario très en amont, ils n'écouteraient pas les discussions sur l'autre film. Résultat, chacun savait à la minute ce qui se passait avant et après le passage de l'histoire qu'il écrivait."

Lieux de tournage

Avatar : la voie de l'eau et sa suite ont été tournés simultanément en Nouvelle-Zélande et en Californie (pour les scènes incluant la motion capture). La première partie du tournage d'Avatar 4 a quant à elle débuté en septembre 2022. Le tournage du cinquième opus aura lieu si le succès des précédents volets est au rendez-vous.

Sigourney Weaver de retour !

Sigourney Weaver, dont le personnage de Grace Augustine est décédé dans le premier volet, revient dans Avatar : la voie de l'eau, sous la forme d'une adolescente Na'vi nommée Kiri, fille adoptive des protagonistes. L'actrice, qui a travaillé avec James Cameron sur Aliens le retour, confie : "Je pense que nous nous souvenons tous à peu près de ce que nous ressentions en tant qu'adolescents. Je faisais 1m78 - 1m80 quand j'avais 11 ans. Je pensais sincèrement que Kiri se sentirait mal à l'aise la plupart du temps. Elle cherche qui elle est. J'étais ravie de relever ce défi pour James Cameron."

60 images secondes

A l'origine, James Cameron envisageait de tourner Avatar 2 en 60 images par seconde. A titre de comparaison, le standard cinéma est de 24 images secondes et c'est Peter jackson qui, le premier, s'est essayé au "High Frame Rate" - soit 48 images par seconde - sur la trilogie du Hobbit. Fort de ce succès, Cameron aurait bien tenté la vitesse supérieure avant de finalement revenir aux 48 images par seconde.

Kate Winslet rejoint le navire

Parmi les nouvelles venues : Kate Winslet, qui pour l'occasion retrouve James Cameron 25 ans après Titanic. Elle incarne le personnage de Ronal, une redoutable guerrière Na'vi. Elle est leader de la tribu Metkayina avec Tonoware (Cliff Curtis). "Ronal est profondément loyale et c'est une leader intrépide", a souligné Winslet au micro d'Empire. L'actrice britannique a comparé son personnage à des héroïnes d'action célèbres comme Sarah Connor (Terminator), Ripley (Alien) et Neytiri d'Avatar. "Elle est puissante, c'est une guerrière. Même enceinte, face à un grave danger, elle rejoint son peuple et se bat pour ce qu'elle a de plus cher : sa famille et son foyer", a précisé Kate Winslet.

30 minutes de plus !

Avatar : la voie de l'eau dure 3 heures et 10 minutes. Le film fait donc une demi-heure plus long que le premier épisode, qui durait 2 heures et 42 minutes. Toutefois, ce n'est pas l'oeuvre la plus longue du cinéaste. Titanic est toujours devant avec ses 3 heures et 14 minutes.

Budget impressionnant

Les quatre suites d'Avatar bénéficient d'un budget de 1 milliard de dollars. A titre de comparaison, le premier Avatar avait coûté 237 millions de dollars.

Edward Norton refuse

Sollicité par James Cameron, Edward Norton a refusé de prendre part au film. La raison ? Le cinéaste lui a proposé de jouer un humain, or l'acteur voulait incarner un Na'vi. Cameron, qui souhaitait depuis longtemps travailler avec Norton, l'a finalement choisi pour camper le terrifiant Nova dans Alita: Battle Angel (2019).

Costumes et bijoux

Même si la grande majorité des costumes Na'vi ont été réalisés numériquement, de nombreuses tenues et une grande partie des bijoux ont été fabriqués comme des éléments réels et tangibles. La chef costumière Deborah L. Scott explique : "Nous avons fabriqué entièrement les vêtements parce qu'il est impossible d'en comprendre le mouvement sans avoir la pièce entière. Un vêtement lourd, léger, fibreux, façonné avec des plumes ou des franges ne bouge pas de la même manière dans l'air, face à la brise ou sous l'eau. D'où la nécessité pour nous d'en avoir un exemplaire pour voir la façon dont il se comporte."

Retour à Pandora

James Cameron a choisi de poursuivre son exploration de l'exolune Pandora. Le cinéaste s'est dit que celle-ci, qui tourne autour d'une planète géante gazeuse appelée 10 Polyphème dans le système stellaire Alpha Centauri-A, pouvait offrir tout une gamme de paysages, un peu comme la Terre. Il précise : "Pandora est un personnage à part entière du film. Nous l'avons utilisée comme une métaphore de notre monde. Nous pourrions voyager sur Terre pendant des siècles sans voir toutes les merveilles qu'elle recèle. Jim a donc pris la décision de maintenir l'histoire sur Pandora et d'explorer de nouveaux biomes et de nouvelles cultures. Compte tenu de son amour, et du mien, pour les océans, nous les avons choisis comme terrain d'exploration de nos histoires à venir."

Stephen Lang is back !

Tué par Neytiri (Zoe Saldana) dans Avatar, Miles Quaritch, le grand méchant du premier opus incarné par Stephen Lang, est de retour dans Avatar : la voie de l'eau. Pour l'occasion, l'acteur reprend son rôle mais change de corps (à la différence de Sigourney Weaver qui incarne un autre personnage). Dans une interview accordée à Empire, Lang a expliqué :"Quaritch est plus grand, plus bleu, et toujours énervé. Mais il fera preuve de plus d'humilité. Quand vous prenez deux flèches d'un Na'vi dans la poitrine, ça a un certain effet sur vous." En 2013, James Cameron déclarait : "Je ne vais pas dire comment nous comptons le ramener, mais après tout, c'est de la science-fiction. Son personnage va évoluer de façon inattendue."

Une BA ultra-visionnée !

Mise en ligne le 9 mai 2022, après avoir été projetée au cinéma avec les séances de Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness, la première bande-annonce de Avatar : la voie de l'eau a été visionnée 148,6 millions de fois en 24 heures.Un chiffre impressionnant, mais en-dessous de Spider-Man No Way Home (355 millions en 24 heures), Avengers: Endgame (289 millions de vues), Avengers: Infinity War (230 millions de vues) et Ça (197 millions de vues).

2 chefs déco

James Cameron s'est tourné vers le chef décorateur Dylan Cole pour concevoir tout ce qui concerne l'aspect physique de Pandora et les Na'vi, tandis que son confrère Ben Procter était chargé de se concentrer sur l'environnement, les véhicules et les armes des personnages humains. Le réalisateur explique : "Habituellement, un seul chef décorateur gère tout ce qui se passe devant l'objectif. Mais il y avait deux mondes en collision dans cette histoire : celui des humains, qui est hautement technologique et très reconnaissable pour nous, et le monde de Pandora, les Na'vi, les créatures, les plantes.... Dylan et Ben ne créaient pas seulement les décors pour le deuxième film - ils devaient concevoir l'ensemble du métarécit."

Plus fort que Tom Cruise !

James Cameron a demandé beaucoup d'efforts à ses comédiens, comme celui de subir un entraînement drastique afin de tenir longtemps sous l'eau sans respirer. Kate Winslet a d'ailleurs tout donné pour ce rôle, explosant même un record d'apnée !"J'ai tenu 7 minutes et 14 secondes sous l'eau, baby !", s'est-elle exclamée. L'actrice a en effet battu le record de Tom Cruise de la plus longue apnée sur le tournage d'un long-métrage. L'interprète d'Ethan Hunt avait retenu sa respiration pendant six minutes pour Rogue Nation.

"C'était génial et j'étais très fière de moi. Mais je ne pourrais probablement jamais le refaire. Cela s'est produit au bout de quatre semaines d'entraînement assez intense et c'était dans le réservoir de plongée, dans la cuve d'entraînement. Mais j'ai adoré", a déclaré la native de Reading.

Un réservoir géant

L'équipe logistique a construit un énorme réservoir dans les studios de Manhattan Beach où se trouve Lightstorm, la société de production de James Cameron et Jon Landau. Il pouvait contenir suffisamment d'eau pour permettre au cinéaste de reproduire les conditions océaniques réelles. Mesurant 36 mètres de longueur, 18 de large, 9 de profondeur, et avec une capacité de près de 100 mètres cubes d'eau, l'énorme réservoir a servi de "volume" (terme désignant le plateau de performance capture) pour les scènes sous-marines.

Un spécialiste de l'apnée

Pour les aider à offrir des performances convaincantes sous l'eau, les acteurs se sont exercés à la plongée libre avec l'expert de renommée internationale Kirk Krack.

Performance capture

La performance capture a débuté en septembre 2017 et a duré environ 18 mois. James Cameron a travaillé avec les acteurs sur les scènes des quatre suites. Il confie : "C'était pour eux un processus très simple. Ils n'étaient pas distraits par quoi que ce soit. Il nous arrivait d'enregistrer pendant 10 à 12 minutes d'affilée. C'était un terrain de jeu créatif qui me permettait d'être beaucoup plus à l'écoute des acteurs." James Cameron a d'abord sélectionné avec l'équipe de monteurs les meilleures performances pour chaque scène, puis a utilisé une caméra virtuelle pour créer des plans spécifiques. Celle-ci a permis au réalisateur de tourner des séquences dans un monde généré par ordinateur, comme s'il tournait dans un lieu réel. À travers cette caméra, il ne voyait pas Zoe Saldaña ou Sam Worthington, mais leurs personnages bleus. Une fois les prises de vue de la caméra virtuelle montées en séquences, les plans et les performances captures ont été livrés aux experts en effets visuels de Wētā FX (la société de Peter Jackson qui avait déjà aidé Cameron sur le premier film). Sous la direction du superviseur des effets visuels Joe Letteri, les artisans de Wētā FX ont veillé à préserver toutes les nuances apportées à chaque performance.

Qui pour la BO ?

James Horner devait rempiler pour la composition de la bande-originale de Avatar : la voie de l'eau. Le compositeur mythique étant décédé en 2015, c'est Simon Franglen (Les Sept mercenaires, Notre-Dame brûle) qui a repris le flambeau. Il avait par ailleurs travaillé sur Titanic et Avatar aux côtés de Horner.

Retour en Nouvelle-Zélande

La plupart des scènes en prises de vue réelles d'Avatar ont été tournées à Wellington, en Nouvelle-Zélande. Pour les suites, James Cameron était bien décidé à retourner dans ce pays : "Nous avions apprécié l'expérience du tournage du premier film, la qualité de fabrication des décors et des accessoires. Cette qualité de travail m'a procuré une vraie fierté."

La famille s'agrandit

Jamie Flatters, originaire du sud de Londres, est Neteyam, l'aîné des garçons de Jake et Neytiri, et « le fils prodigue », celui à qui tout réussit. Britain Dalton, originaire du comté d'Orange (Californie) est leur deuxième fils, Lo'ak. Tout aussi désireux de gagner l'approbation de Jake, Lo'ak est né avec un doigt supplémentaire, ce qui fait de lui un paria au sein de son clan. Trinity Jo-Li Bliss incarne Tuk. Elle est téméraire, espiègle et incroyablement proche de sa mère Neytiri, de sa grand-mère Mo'at (CCH Pounder qui reprend le rôle qu'elle tenait dans Avatar) et de sa grande sœur Kiri. Jack Champion interprète Spider, un enfant humain abandonné sur Pandora alors qu'il était encore tout petit, auquel les enfants Sully - et Kiri en particulier - sont particulièrement attachés. Enfin, Sigourney Weaver joue la fille adoptive adolescente de Jake et Neytiri, Kiri (qui est aussi la fille biologique de l'avatar du Docteur Grace Augustine décédée dans le premier film, dont la comédienne tenait le rôle).

Vin Diesel de la partie ?

La star de Fast and Furious avait posté une vidéo de lui en compagnie de James Cameron en 2019. Les deux hommes se trouvaient sur le plateau des suites d'Avatar. Vin Diesel avait écrit : "J'ai passé du temps avec James Cameron mais je n'ai encore rien tourné. J'adore le réalisateur et j'adore Avatar. Je peux dire sans risque qu'on va travailler ensemble". Finalement, l'acteur n'est pas dans le second opus. Peut-être dans les suites à venir ?

Les Metkayina

Kate Winslet incarne Ronal, la Tsahik, ou matriarche chamanique du clan Metkayina, mariée à Tonowari (Cliff Curtis), l'Olo'eyktan du clan. Bailey Bass joue Tsireya, la fille adolescente de Ronal et Tonowari, dont les liens avec sa famille sont mis à l'épreuve lorsque Lo'ak, le cadet de Jake et Neytiri, entre dans sa vie. L'acteur canado-philippin Filip Geljo interprète leur fils Aonung, un grand chasseur, qui traite la famille Sully avec méfiance. Et le jeune acteur maori Duane Evans Jr. campe l'adolescent Metkayina Rotxo, le meilleur ami d'Aonung.

En quelle année se déroule le film ?

Les événements du premier opus se déroulent donc en 2154. Dans Avatar : la voie de l'eau, le synopsis explique que le récit se passe une dizaine d'années après. Pour déterminer la date exacte, il convient de se référer à Kiri, la fille adoptive de Jake et Neytiri. Cette dernière, incarnée en performance capture par Sigourney Weaver, est née en 2155. Dans Avatar : la voie de l'eau, c'est une adolescente âgée de 14 ans. L'histoire de La Voie de l'eau se déroule donc précisément en 2169.