#especially hobbits

[pearlswine]

funny feelings

[bluecaeriart]

All of the individual full bodies from my piece for The Unexpected Collab!!  I really wanted to post these separately/post them in general cuz I worked so hard on everyone and i’m so so so proud of how they all came out and all of the detail work and O;IAHRO;GIHAEO;RGHAEO;RIGHAO;ERIGH (ALSO BONUS GLOIN BY HIMSELF CUZ HES MOSTLY COVERED BY OIN)

Here’s the full piece with a link to the fic it went to as well!!!

[la-pheacienne]

George Martin, 2013: "In a very basic level winter is coming for all of us. I think that’s one of the things that art is concerned with: the awareness of our own mortality. “Valar morghulis” – “All men must die”. That shadow lies over our world and will until medical science gives us all immortality… but I don’t think it makes it necessarily a pessimistic world. Not any more pessimistic than the real world we live in. We’re here for a short time and we should be conscious of our own mortality, but the important thing is that love, compassion and empathy with other human beings is still possible. Laughter is still possible! Even laughter in the face of death… The struggle to make the world a better place… We have things like war, murder and rape… horrible things that still exist, but we don’t have to accept them, we can fight the good fight. The fight to eliminate those things.There is darkness in the world, but I don’t think we necessarily need to give way to despair. One of the great things that Tolkien says in Lord of The Rings is “despair is the ultimate crime”. That’s the ultimate failing of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, that he despairs of ever being able to defeat Sauron. We should not despair. We should not go gentle into that good night".

JRR Tolkien, 1962 : "One reviewer once said, this is a jolly jolly book, all the right boys come home [...]- this isn't true of course, he can't have read the story. [...] Human stories are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . . . . . (He quotes Simone de Beauvoir) 'There is no such thing as a natural death. Nothing that ever happens to man is natural, since his presence calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man his death is an accident, and even if he knows it he would sense to it an unjustifiable violation.' Well, you may agree with the words or not, but those are the key spring of The Lord Of The Rings".

"Lotr is all rainbows and unicorns and Asoiaf is nihilistic and grimdark". Wrong, and wrong. In all its hope and radiance, lotr often gets very dark, and despite all the death and suffering, the hopeful moments in asoiaf shine bright. The meeting point of these two is this: having hope while in despair, and even better, refusing to give up because you have to go on despite not having any hope left.

[blakbonnet]

Fic Recs For Getting Over Writers' Block:

To me, the only way to get over the writing horrors™️ is to read some good fucking prose. Even if the summary of these fics doesn't appeal to you, I'd suggest reading them purely for their tactile prose that somehow gets the brain working again.

General Block Breakers:

Magpie by yellowmustard

Skirts and Barbells by @petrichorca

Malleability by jazzxdaffy

The Nest That Hope Builds by @red-sky-in-mourning

Grounded by @forpiratereasons

So Long Seabird by @adamarks

Find Your Stede Voice:

Adventures of a Leggy Blonde by @palavapeite

Find Your Ed Voice:

You Belong in that Home by and by by @alchemistc

Stealing Romance by skrifores

[creatureesque]

many doodles. and bilbo with big cape

[tathrin]

The Extremely Serious and Scientific Legolas Fandom Hair Colour Poll:

What colour hair do you picture in your head for your personal mental image of Legolas of the Woodland Realm? (Not necessarily which one you think is more or less "canonical"; rather just what you see in your head when you're reading something.)

Ideally, you can also share when and how you were first exposed to Lord of the Rings in the tags or reblogs, and what you think most influenced your mental image.

No I'm not procrastinating from writing stuff, go away.

[winters0689]

Ever have the desire to buy an original copy of The Hobbit that came out in the 1930s so I can read what the original story was before Tolkien changed the story in the 50s so that it could align with the Lord Of The Rings?

[chicotfp]

Inspired by that one scene from LOTR where Legolas is a sassy little shit)))

'Mykolaichik' For @graphicabyss ♡

[blujayonthewing]

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Boffins AU where both Bilbo and Bofur raise Frodo after his parents die and Bofur is constantly showing Frodo off and carrying him around because he loves his new nephew/adopted son. He loves to cuddle both Frodo and Bilbo because they’re his entire world.

[strangeruponclouds]

I've got at least one character from every show I watch or game i play that I want them to break down in front of someone. full on ugly sob. screaming and crying type stuff.

[failing-thought]

Hmm

[bluecaeriart]

A QUICK LIL DOODLE OF BILBO because i love all things tender and soft

[frodo-cinnamonroll]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILBO AND FRODO!!!! 🥳🎂🎉🥳🎂🎉♥️♥️♥️

Today is September 22nd, also known as Hobbit Day! I've been looking forward to this all year! To celebrate, my friends and I wore hobbit costumes and one of them and I reenacted Bilbo's party speech from the book! Since I was so busy today, I am going to create a list of 22 things I love about Bilbo and Frodo tomorrow 😊

[the-unabridged-version-of-myself]

The fan art I’ve seen so far of Jonathon Sims and Martin Blackwood just remind me of modern day Thorin Oakenshield and Bilbo Baggins and I’m happy that they’re together in every life.

[thefangirlofhp]

“The earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal” but let’s talk why that is an oxymoron. 

To love is to be changed, goes the saying. And when Durin is faced with a drowning friend holding out his arm for salvation, Durin thinks little of his own empire. His father, King, is wary: knows that Middle-Earth and all its variations are landmarked with remnants of empires and old glories fallen to memory and time and knows that, like all else, the elves have a time, the end of which they must eventually meet, no matter how long. It is bitter, as all passings are, and inevitable like all truths. To save the elves would mean their own demise; to risk dwarven lives, to plunge deeper into the depths of the earth with its foreboding reality hanging overhead: to dig further would be turning over the soil of their own graves. And yet, Durin does exactly that. 

To love is to be changed, and who’d have thought a dwarf would defy king and duty for the sake of elves (read: one half-elf who’d taken up a sword to save his life from a troll or two. Some think three and that the sword be a bow, but that is of no matter) and yet it is exactly what Durin does. Cripples his empire to save his friend (in hindsight, it does not fall in a day or two but years do feel like days to elves), and no-one talks much about how yet another ruin fell for love. When mentioning Durin’s great line, it is with the bitter taste of remembering yet another glory of another time brought to its knees. The dwarves pinnacled in their lifetime, it is remarked, but greed is a vicious master and they met ends in the depths of mountains where fire rears its head with a whip and a wizard would meet his match, where even Orcs and fell creatures of the dark cower in fear. But there is no-one to reiterate: Durin dug deep for his friend (read: the entire elven race). Durin’s empire had little gain from elven timber of a Whatnot Sacred Forest or wheat and grain though it turned the interest of dwarven lords, but Durin—loved and loving, against his wishes and better judgment—who rushed under crumbling mines to save his mining subjects from death defies king and country, and digs up precious ore for a most vicious greed: that he should keep his friend, for one more day, and one more lifetime. 

Empires are built to fall: it is the inevitable truth. Someday, whatever day it be, regardless of the cause. Empires believe they are eternal, or so the saying goes, and offers the evidence: ruin littering the earth. Yet all recognize the ruin, and the song such empires once hummed haunt the corridors and abandoned archways. Durin’s line broken, Gil-Galad fallen. Elrond passing into memory.

To love is to be remembered, and Elrond carries the memory of Durin’s hearty laugh and the set of his brow over determined eyes and recognizes its bearing in his descendants. Thorin looks little like his late friend but for the same fire in his eyes, the same secrecy and pride. Elrond is tempted to uncover such secrets if only to see whether the same spluttering indignation exists; Elrond misses it. Durin and his kingdom fall, or rather, it shatters into scattered starlight, yet it still remains. In elven memory, and elven kingdoms, shedding its light onto changed, remembering hearts.