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dwarrowdams · 2 years

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I realize I’ve not talked about my Adventures in Middle-earth ladies much, so here, have a bio of the first of the two, Eadgyd!

Eadgyd the Bearhearted

(Beorning slayer; she/her, cis woman, pansexual greyromantic; age 30 at start of gameplay)

Eadgyd the Bearhearted (formerly Eadgyd the Bold, Eadgyd the Sad) is a fierce Beorning Slayer who was rarely seen without her twin brother, Eadgar the Sharp. The twins were inseparable, known in their community for their adventurous spirits, prowess in battle, and respect for nature. The twins were always eager to travel, but loved returning home most of all to spend time with their parents and sisters.

The two would have likely lived out their lives together, but tragedy struck. A grueling battle led to the death of Eadgar as well as the loss of Eadgyd’s left forearm. Eadgyd was heartbroken at her brother’s death and took up the moniker Eadgyd the Sad to reflect how profoundly Eadgar’s death affected her. Although her family commissioned dwarven artisans to craft a prosthetic arm for her, Eadgyd spent the two years after her brother’s death in a deep depression, picking up her axe only when necessary.

However, something eventually drew Eadgyd out of her homeland: a promise that she and Eadgar had made to their youngest sister, Frida. They had vowed that when she was of an age, they would take her adventuring; although Eadgar was no longer with them, Eadgyd honored the promise. She took Frida to the city of Dale for festivities, planning to return home shortly after.

But fate had different things in store for Eadgyd the Sad. While in Dale, she happened upon a group of adventurers and joined them in their efforts to help the peoples in the area. Over the coming years, Eadgyd grew close to her companions: Dyri, son of Galti; Friggir, son of Fugga; Hanar of Erebor; Holma of Dale; and Lottie Lavina Littlefoot. With them, she began to return to her old self, and although she continued to miss her brother, she found the pain lessened as she aided the peoples of Mirkwood and the Dale-lands.

It was not long before Eadgyd was the one who would need aid. The Viglundings, a cruel tribe that had been raiding her homelands and capturing her people as slaves, had taken her middle sister, Avina the Eloquent. With the aid of her youngest sister, Frida, as well as her kinsman Oderic and his beloved Aestid, the Beorning women infiltrated the Viglunding camp and freed Avina, as well as many other enslaved Beornings. Eadgyd nearly lost her life during the mission, and for her bravery was given the name Eadgyd the Bearhearted by her chieftain, Beorn.

Eadgyd went on to have more adventures since then, but her greatest victory often goes unsung. She and her companions faced on Raenar, a dragon dwelling north of Erebor, to whom Eadgyd dealt the killing blow. The dragon cursed Eadgyd with his dying breath that picking up her axe would only bring misery to her. This troubled Eadgyd a bit, but not as much as it would normally, for she knew it was time for her to hang up her axe and her mail.

After her adventuring days were over, Eadgyd retired to her homeland and married her beloved Astrith of Lake-Town. The two settled in Beorning-land with their angora rabbits, whose fur they spun into wool for Astrith’s family’s cloth business.

Eadgyd did venture forth once more to aid her sister in Erebor, and was stabbed by a Morgul blade while fighting a Ringwraith. Thanks to the healing skill of her friend Lottie Lavina Littlefoot, she lived, but the wound troubled her, and Eadgyd has not strayed far from her homeland since. In her retirement, she continued to farm and garden, while training young Beornings in combat and watching her niblings in her spare time.

#hush Bree #eadgyd the bearhearted #eadgyd the sad #(bc I'm lazy and idk if I changed my tag for her)#anyways #I know I ask for asks about her so like #here's some actual background #she was in her mid to late 50s by the end of the game #also: Slayer is the AiME equivalent of a barbarian

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thehobbitbookblog · 2 years

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blog 3-feminist theory

Bilbo is the only son of his late mother, Belladonna Took, Gandalf, and all the twelve dwarfs are also male. Beorn is a male, Gollum, the trolls, the orcs, every elf in Mirkwood, the Master of Laketown, Bard; “a descendant of Girion, Lord of Dale, whose wife and child had escaped down the running river long ago.” (Tolkien, 228); even Smaug the dragon. Naturally, we can infer the existence of women because no men would be around to have adventures in the first place if they didn’t have a Mother, yet no woman has an active role in the story. Not as a secondary character, nor an extra.

However, at the beginning of this story, there is mention of a woman who is responsible for Bilbo's strange love for adventure. Bilbo’s late Mother, Belladonna Took. She is not a character in the story, except as Bilbo’s backstory, but she "is- was the famous Belladonna Took, one of the three remarkable daughters of the Old Took, head of the hobbits..."(Tolkien, 4).

"Certainly there was still something not entirely hobbitlike about them, and once in a while members of the Took-clan would go and have adventures."(Tolkien, 4). We’re told this to understand why Bilbo feels compelled to go on his adventure there and back again. However, when Belladonna married Bungo Baggins, Bilbo’s dad, she stopped going on adventures. Bungo built her a luxurious hobbit hole “partly with her money”(Tolkien, 4, 5) and made a respectable reputation for her.

Regarding the one woman in the book, we can see that women are seen as the breadwinners and were highly respected, except for the clan itself. Women also exercise their power by being courageous and going on adventures, but hobbits do not see this very positively.

Though there are no women in The Hobbit, that doesn't mean that Tolkien was sexist. While it was clear that the 'Strong Man' killed Smaug and saved the city, I believe that the biggest hero had the most feminine presence. Bilbo associates adventures, which his mother used to have, with being uncomfortable, whereas his father is associated with comfortability because he preferred the domestic and quiet life of the home. Consequently, Bilbo becomes an adventure lover, like his mother, by the end of the story. In conclusion, Bilbo becomes what is considered to be Feminine in nature for hobbits, which in today's society is seen as empowering women.

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stcrforged · 2 years

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anger boil beneath heidrun’s skin. she will ALWAYS remember that no one came the day when the beornings was attacked. it was a massacre like no other. women and men, turning into giant bears to fight and protect, only to get killed by the filthy hands of the dark lord’s servant. and some even became slaves and prisoners. no men came. no dwarves came. no elves came. she can understand why no dwarves came. they didn’t have a kingdom. a home. it had been TAKEN from them. just like her home had become nothing but ashes and blood. she could understand why the riders of rohan did not came that day. they may live closer but it’s still a long way.

but it was the ELVES who lived the closest and they did not come. they did not fight. heidrun does not blame the mirkwood elves, except for one. their king. THRANDUIL. his kingdom is close to the vales of anduin and yet he chose to not participate in the battle. with their help they could have survived. but they did not.

so she blames their leader. their king. a fool. a coward. she despises him as much as the dwarves does and it’s well known that beorning does not fancy dwarves that much. but on this, they AGREE.

#‧₊˚✩ HEADCANON ₊˚✩ / ❝ heidrun ❞#tw mention of blood #tw mention of slaves

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mrkida-art · 2 years

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Beorning woman

#digital painting #didn't photobash this one at all #made this in one sitting after work too lmao #my art #beorning #beornings #tolkien #skin changers #not a dwarf this time #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #beorning women

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blunderpuff · 2 years

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Pjackson really went to all that trouble to invent multiple new characters for The Hobbit and then wasted all the screen time, lines, and characterization on the most useless and ugly addition possible: Alfrid Lickspittle

#peter jackson... these hobbit movies ain't it #he's such an unnecessary character!! the Master of Laketown is ALREADY a greedy self-serving coward!! we do we have TWO of them #alfrid's screentime could have been dedicated to actually DEVELOPING the stupid romance between Kili and Tauriel #it could have been given to Tilly and Sigrid so that they had more to do than just scream 'DA!!' and be imperiled #you could have animated more than like... ONE dwarf from the Iron Hills or EXPLAIN why Dain didn't help retake the mountain #or explain where the hell those battle mountain goats came from?? and where they went??? friggin cotton eye joe goats...#i had no feelings for Beorn prior to the films (except i didn't like how he infantalized bilbo) but he got 1/5 of Alfrid's screentime #glad we finally saw some women picking up arms in Dale and fighting back. too bad they're the only chicks in Middle Earth to do so

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middleearthpixie · 2 years

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hi ::::::::)

if your requests are open can i drop this in?

for thorin x reader: bandaging each other up and sharing a tender moment, grabbing your lover's face and not being able to let go

Hi there, Nonny!!

I'm sorry this took me so long, but here it is. I hope you like it. :)

In This Moment

Summary: In Beorn’s barn after the battle with first the goblins, and then the Orcs, you and Thorin are bandaging each other’s wounds and it leads to something a little more.

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Just fluff

Word Count: 2,854

Everything inside the barn was huge. The stalls were huge. The sheep? Huge. The piles of hay? Also huge. The structure itself was the biggest you’d ever seen, with a soaring ceiling that made sixteen voices bounce about until it sounded as if six hundred dwarves, wizards, hobbits, and women had taken up residence inside. Couple that with the low of the sheep, and it was a wonder you weren’t rendered deaf within the first five minutes of slamming the barn door on the huge (of course) black bear that had chased you all relentlessly across stream and pasture, straight to this huge barn. But once the bar dropped into place, and everything calmed, you knew you were safe.

Well, at least for now.

You sank into the corner of an empty stall, grateful for the chance to just stop moving. The last few weeks had been rough, and the last twelve hours were a culmination of that. You let your head come to rest against the rough slats of the wall separating your stall from the next while the sheep glared at you and moved further down before laying down for the night. Darkness crept in, and Gandalf lit two of the numerous lanterns hung on hooks both between the stalls and along the far wall. They provided just enough light to keep any one of you from falling over something and breaking your neck, but not so much that those who wished to sleep would be disturbed by it.

Sleep. Your eyes stung with a fatigue you’d never felt before. You were the newest member of the Company, having come to their aid when you happened upon them battling mountain trolls. You never asked to join, nor did they invite you, but nevertheless, you remained with them and slowly seemed to gain their trust, while they also gained yours.

Of course, had you known what awaited you beyond those loutish trolls. Goblins. Orcs. One fight after another, or so it seemed.

But hopefully the worst was now behind you. You weren’t so sure you believed it, but you certainly hoped it was.

You let out a low sigh and let your eyes close. You’d never run so much, or so fast, in your life, and everything still hurt from the battle with the orcs just the two nights ago. Trolls led to a brief respite in Rivendell, but then came the goblins and orcs and on top of that, being chased by the biggest bear you’d ever seen. Eventful, to say the least.

Little by little, the quiet that had crept in like a cat thickened, only to be interrupted by snores as one by one, the others drifted off, just as exhausted as you, no doubt.

If only you could sleep, as you hadn’t since the eagle dropped you on the Carrock, but despite the burn in your eyes and just the utter jelly-like state of what felt like all of your muscles, sleep mocked you. Any noise beyond the barn made you jump and reach for your sword before you realized it came from outside. Still, your mind wouldn’t shut off and the gash in your right arm refused to stop bleeding. Normally, the sight of blood didn't bother you, but this? This made you lightheaded, much to your aggravation.

The soft crunch of heavy boots on hay grew slightly louder and you stared into the quasi-darkness at the large, furry shape that was, in fact, the leader of your company, Thorin Oakenshield.

He’d fared the worst for the company’s encounters—his face still cut and scraped and bruised. Two nights had passed since you’d come face to face with the orc pack outside Goblintown. Thorin had been their target, and while he’d confronted the leader—a giant pale orc called Azog the Defiler—he paid dearly for it and was far worse for the wear.

Still, those scrapes and bruises didn't seem to trouble him much now. And they certainly didn’t detract from the handsomeness you fought so hard to ignore. You were fairly certain nothing could detract from that, although you’d rather choke on your tongue than ever admit such a thing to him. It simply wouldn’t do. Besides, it was a harmless crush and would pass in time.

Or so you hoped.

His sword, the Orcrist clattered softly against the floor planks, and with a low groan, Thorin sank into the hay next to you. His voice was deep and low as he whispered, “How do you fare?”

“I’ll be fine.” You tried to hold back your wince as you shifted, as you tried to make yourself at least a little comfortable. Impossible. The slightest movement and your arm burned merciless.

Thorin’s sharp eyes missed little, and they narrowed as he reached for your hand. “Let me see.”

You drew back before he could move your sleeve, a low hiss leaking through your teeth despite your best effort to hold it back. “Leave off. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t be so stubborn.” He grabbed hold of your dirt-spattered sleeve by the cuff and tugged.

You gritted your teeth at the fiery burn that crept from your elbow up as you moved your arm. You cared more about that and less about the fact that Thorin’s removing your tunic left you in only a sleeveless, half-chemise. That was no problem for you. The Company knew you were a woman and they didn't bat an eye over it, but accepted you as one of them just the same, and you’d proven your worth. You weren’t a dwarf, but again, it seemed to matter very little in the end.

“You should let Óin take a look at this.”

You glanced down at the nasty gash that ran the length of the upper part of your right arm, down over your biceps muscle. Jagged and nasty, it still oozed blood. You’d slowed it some, but just looking down at it, you knew it probably should be stitched and the thought terrified you.

You carefully pulled free, ignoring the zing of heat that swept from your elbow to your shoulder. “I’m fine. But you’re one to talk, you know.”

He let out a low sigh and caught your wrist again. He rested your hand on his bent knee. “Let me at least clean and bind it for you, if you’re too stubborn to let him sew it.”

“I’ve no desire to scream like a child and wake everyone, as I highly doubt he has anything for pain.”

Thorin’s blue eyes softened a bit. “You’re probably right. Hold still. Let me see if I’ve something I can use to wash this out.”

“In my bag,” you said, nodding toward your knapsack, tucked into your bedroll. “I’ve several handkerchiefs. One should be clean enough.”

He offered up a rare grin. “You and the hobbit and your need for handkerchiefs.”

“Hush and be glad I have them. You have a few scrapes that could use tending as well.” You gestured to your cheek and then across your nose, the same places where he bore those deep cuts and several scrapes.

“Worry not about my face.” He turned to rummage your bag, and came up with a lacy handkerchief as blindingly white as fresh snow. “I almost hate to use this. The bloodstains won’t ever come out.”

“As if I’d worry about that.” You scowled at the blood still trickling down toward your elbow. The slightest movement sent a hot sting from one end to the other, and you couldn’t hold back the hiss of pain that escaped through your clenched teeth.

One of the horses whinnied out in the pasture, and the only other sound was the soft sweep of a gentle breeze that rustled through the oak and elm trees dotting Beorn’s property. You had only caught a glimpse of them as you all bolted for the barn, a large black bear chasing you from the forest, across the fields, and finally into the barn. Beorn, according to Gandalf, who also dozed peacefully atop a pile of hay. Your host.

You tried not to think about that, either, as Thorin held the handkerchief to the neck of the skin containing his ration of water, and then gently swept along the length of the slice. Tears stung your eyes, tears you fought to hold back. You refused to show anything that could ever be taken as weakness and crying was definitely for the weak.

Still, it stung so badly, your stomach tossed and a sour taste flooded your mouth. You swallowed hard against the rising wave of dizziness, tried to breathe through the burn. You bit the inside of your mouth, as Thorin looked up from what he was doing. “Are you all right?”

You nodded, a squeak the only sound you could utter. He pressed the sodden handkerchief, which was now more red than white, against the top of the wound, where the orc’s blade dug deeper into your muscle. A cold sweat prickled along your back and you pressed hard against the wall behind you as the pain rose to a fiery crescendo, then slowly ebbed.

Your shoulders relaxed and he smiled as he murmured, “The worst is over. Let me bind it and we will see how it is come morning.”

He left you for a moment to rummage through Óin’s supplies, returning with linen for binding your arm to at least keep out any more debris. This time, when he moved your arm, you didn't trouble to hold back the hiss of pain. You let your head thunk softly against the rough-hewn, somewhat splintered, wall, your breathing a little harder, but returning to normal.

He made quick work of binding your wound, his large hands with their thick fingers nimble and far gentler than you would have ever thought them to be. When he finished, you breathed a heavier sigh of relief as the pain faded even further into the recesses of your mind. “Thank you.”

“There is no need to thank me. It is nothing I wouldn’t do for any member of this company.”

Your gaze fell on those ugly scrapes on his face. “Let me clean those for you. It seems you’ve done a poor job of it on your own.”

He didn’t look at all happy about the suggestion, but nodded just the same. “I probably should allow you, after my lecture to you.”

With that, he pressed the second dampened handkerchief into your hands and you rocked forward on your knees before him. You curved one hand about his chin, his beard equal parts soft and scratchy against your palm, and he offered no resistance as you slightly turned his head toward you and went to work cleaning the worst of the cuts, this one across the bridge of his nose.

“Did you know that orc? The one that seemed so determined to have your head. Is he the one the Goblin King spoke of? The one who placed the price on you?” You kept your voice low, mindful of the others sleeping around you.

“I do, and yes, he is.” His eyes remained locked with yours, heavy-lidded and sleepy, and you wondered if he’d gone night after night without rest just as you had. “My history with him goes back to when my grandfather lived. Back to the battle of Azanulbizar.”

“Do you owe him money? Is that why he hunts you?”

He offered up a slight smile. “I wish it was simple as that.” He sucked in a sharp breath and winced at the same time. “Take care. That hurts.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Thorin,” you teased, although you did swipe a bit more gently at the dirt and debris still clinging to the edges of the cut. “Even I managed to be quiet and my wound is far worse than this.”

“That was your arm. This is my face.”

You smiled and without thinking, leaned in to brush your lips along his cheekbone. As you drew back, he stared, “What was that for?”

“Did your mother never kiss it to make it feel better?”

He solemnly shook his head. “No. She didn’t. I tried not to ever let pain show if I could avoid it.”

“Really? Well, that’s too bad. A kiss is magical, you know. Takes away all sorts of aches and pains, both real and imagined.” You lowered the handkerchief and reached for his skin to dampen it further, then brought it back to his cheek this time, softly admonishing, “Hold still,” as he tried to pull back again.

He let out a soft hiss and tried to pull away a third time. “Thorin,” you told him, your whisper low with warning, “hold still. You have so much dirt in there, it will get infected if you don’t let me clean it properly.”

“I’m trying but it stings.”

You pulled the handkerchief from his cheek and leaned over to lightly blow against the scrape. “Does that help?”

His hand came to rest on your hip, his fingers warm as they tightened against you. “Try kissing it again.”

You looked up. The low light danced along the long, tangled waves of his dark hair and even without being able to see it clearly, you knew exactly where the silver streaked through it. Your eyes met his and you wondered how you never noticed before just how beautiful his eyes were—a pale, clear blue of a summer sky at midday—and as they held yours, your heart sped up. Your mouth was unusually dry, your tongue almost plastered to the roof as you managed to whisper, “Are you certain?”

He nodded. “Try again. I think it might help.”

You did, and at the last second, he turned and your lips met his. The hand on your hip tightened while his other hand came up to curve against your cheek as his lips, soft and warm, moved lightly against yours. They parted, the tip of his tongue slipping between your lips to meet yours. To glide along yours as you opened your mouth wider, your heart speeding up at the sensations that now ran rampant through your from the caress of his tongue against yours.

He pressed you down, back into the soft, sweet-smelling hay, and you slid an arm about his neck, his hair soft and silky against the back of your fingers. His kiss came slow and lingering, and when he drew back, he was nearly as breathless as you, and his whispered, “You’re right. It does take away the pain.”

You held his gaze, even as it made a thousand butterflies flutter to life in your belly. “What are you about?”

“I’ve wanted to do that since you happened upon us at the Trollshaws.”

“Happened upon you? My campsite was not so far away from that ruckus and you all made so much noise, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t simply walk away. I had to help you otherwise you’d have ended up their supper.”

“Just us? If memory serves, you ended up in a sack alongside us.”

“Your hobbit got in my way, remember. And don’t remind me. I still have nightmares about that bag.”

A low chuckle rolled toward her. “And yet, you tagged along after us. Why?”

“Because I thought you could use an extra pair of hands and another blade. And I wasn't tagging along, I was offering my assistance. Besides, you voiced no complaints, you know.”

“Would it have made a difference?” he said this with a hint of a grin.

“Not a whit. Besides, you still need my help.”

“I need more than that now.” He bent to you once more and this time, when your lips met, you wrapped both arms about his neck and pulled him closer still.

“Is that so?” you managed to whisper, your lips just brushing his.

“Oh, yes,” came his husky response. “This is but only the beginning.”

His kiss lasted a lifetime and passed in a single heart beat and this time, when he broke it, it was to sweep his lips along your jawline. You smiled at the soft prickle of his beard against your skin, wondering if it would leave marks on your jaw, your cheek, in its wake. Not that you cared, no kiss you’d ever had before—few though there were—even came close to how wonderful his were. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t ever wondered what kissing him would be like. You just took great care to keep those musings to yourself.

But now? Now you knew exactly what it was like kissing him and you just wanted to savor the moment, to make the night last as long as you possible could because you knew morning would come all too quickly and with it, a cloudy and uncertain future.

You curved one hand against his cheek, let your thumb sweep lightly against his cheek, then his beard, and as his lips found yours once more, you surrendered to the moment and to him.

#nonny asks #pixie anwers #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #AU #Thorin Fic #Romance #Richard Armitage #thorin x reader

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growingingreenwood · 3 years

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Ava and eowyn’s friendship is very important to me, the only thing holding me together tbh. Do you have any specific headcanons about how they met and became friends?

I’m not sure how many of you are aware of this aspect of my personal headcanons, but I believe that Legolas and Eowyn would have become really good friends basically from the moment what was left of the Fellowship got to Rohan. One of the main reasons I think this would happen is because Legolas is from a Kingdom that allows any member of the realm (regardless of gender) to join their military as long as they prove their skill. So when Eowyn figured out that Legolas was EQUALLY confused about her not being able to serve, even though she was more than capable of doing so, it was the literal definition of refreshing.

When Eowyn pressed him for even the slightest details about why he agreed with her so wholeheartedly, the first two people Legolas brought up were Avaleina and Eloissa. Without revealing him as the Prince of Greenwood the Great, Legolas told her about how Eloissa had served tirelessly as the Prince’s Second In Command and nearly all patrols since he had been put in charge of his own patrols.

Next he told her about Avaleina, who had against all odds and expectations had climbed both political and military ladders with such raw determination that she was the only other member of the Greenwood Kingdom who could travel as a dignitary with equal power to the King aside from the Prince himself.

Legolas told her about how both Elleths parted crowds like a boulder cut through a river without even a thought or a glance. He told her about how each of them commanded the battlefield and their people with such precision and accuracy that even the darkest powers of the world had begun to fear their names.

With every word that he spoke, Eowyn became more and more eager to know and see every inch of this wonderful world.

On Legolas’s behalf, he had like one single interaction with Eowyn and was like: “Oh yeah, this human… this human I like. This is the one.” And Aragorn just sort of pats her on the shoulder and is like, “If any of us survive this war, you’re going to have one HELL of an adventure in store for you.”

And Eowyns like, “What how do you know that?”

And Aragorn says, “Just trust me on this one. No mortal can be chosen by an elf and hope to live a normal life. Just wait. You’ll see.”

Then the second interaction between Legolas and Eowyn he was like: “Yo Aragorn, wait until this war is over and I introduce her to Avaleina.”

When it comes to the two of them actually meeting….

I think that it would have happened when Thranduil came to Gondor for Arwen and Aragorn large wedding celebration, since Avaleina would have traveled as part of the Kings Escort. Because if they had not let her do so, she would have traveled the distance by herself and showed up anyways.

I think that Eowyn would have been drawn to Avaleina even before they were formally introduced after just one glimpse of her walking into the courtyard where Aragorn waited. She never would have seen a women at the head of ‘war party’ before, especially not one that was clearly there due to rank and ability rather than born or married power.

I think that Ava would seek Eowyn out (probably with Aragorns help) and walked up to her and was like, “I heard that you snuck onto a battlefield in disguise as a man because the wouldn’t let you fight and ended up being the one who kill the Witch King.”

And Eowyn's like “.....y-yes,” while trying not to stare at any of Avalein’s obvious scars even though it seems everywhere she looks there's another one even worse than the last.

And Ava’s like, “That's so great, I think that’s the coolest thing any mortal has done next to Beorn intercepting the Silmaril after it had been stolen from Doriath.”

After the two of them are introduced to one another formally, Eowyns like "HEY WAIT A SECOND-"

Then the most BEAUTIFUL of friendships is born.

Since Legolas spends so much time with Gimli exploring Middle Earth and just generally making the most of Gimli’s ‘limited’ mortal life, I think that Ava and Eowyn would spend a ridiculous amount of time together since both of them would live in Ilithien after Legolas and Faramir officially settled it. (Their time together definitely including their own fair bit of exploring as the pleased, occiasly joining Gimli and Legolas and their adventures or purposeful planning to meet up with them part way through.)

I think that they would each teach eachother one major thing through their friendship:

Eowyn taught Avaleina the power of letting go of past situations and their associated emotions that you really truly could not have done any different or better no matter how much you wish you could have.

Avaleina taught Eowyn that you can be both powerful and feminie, that the two things can co-exist within the same person without contradicting one another.

Similarly to how Legolas refuses to leave Middle Earth until Aragorn has passed to the halls, Avaleina won’t leave until long after Eowyn has joined her ancestors beneath the grass and flower covered tombs.

#tolkien #greenwood #haleighs greenwood #answered asks #haleigh speaks #tolkien oc #tolkien OC Ava #lotr eowyn #eowyn headcanon

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Age of the five #2: Last of the Wilds, Trudi Canavan 3/5

After pitched battle, The White—the avatars of the Five Gods—have briefly turned back the vicious invaders. And now, the priestess Auraya is sent on an urgent mission to reconcile with the powerful, outcast Dreamweavers, for their magical healing abilities may be the key to saving the land. But as a deadly plague devastates their allies and old adversaries resurface, a dreadful surprise may ruin the chance for peace. For Auraya's terrible discovery will force her into a desperate choice—one whose consequences will change the world forever.

Crescent City #1: House of Earth and Blood, Sarah J.Maas 4,5/5

Bound by blood. Tempted by desire. Unleashed by destiny.

Bryce Quinlan had the perfect life—working hard all day and partying all night—until a demon murdered her closest friends, leaving her bereft, wounded, and alone. When the accused is behind bars but the crimes start up again, Bryce finds herself at the heart of the investigation. She’ll do whatever it takes to avenge their deaths.

Hunt Athalar is a notorious Fallen angel, now enslaved to the Archangels he once attempted to overthrow. His brutal skills and incredible strength have been set to one purpose—to assassinate his boss’s enemies, no questions asked. But with a demon wreaking havoc in the city, he’s offered an irresistible deal: help Bryce find the murderer, and his freedom will be within reach.

As Bryce and Hunt dig deep into Crescent City’s underbelly, they discover a dark power that threatens everything and everyone they hold dear, and they find, in each other, a blazing passion—one that could set them both free, if they’d only let it.

Calame #2: Les deux royaumes, Paul Beorn 5/5

(I didn't find the english translation of this book)

Le chef légendaire Darran Dahl n’est pas mort. Il est prisonnier avec ses compagnons dans la forteresse de Frankand sous un faux nom.

Sa fille Maura, interrogée par le conteur D’Arterac, doit continuer leur histoire. Alors que la jeune fille raconte les batailles qui ont changé une poignée de fugitives en une armée de femmes, les dernières rebelles attaquent la prison pour libérer leurs camarades.

Passé et présent se rejoignent, la lutte reprend contre le Roi Lumière.

Mais l’issue de la guerre dépend de cette monstrueuse magie de la renommée, le « Calame », dont la puissance dévore tout ceux qu’elle touche. Et c’est D’Arterac, l’incorruptible conteur, qui en détient les clefs.

Warrior of the Altaii, Robert Jordan 3/5

Draw near and listen, or else time is at an end.

The watering holes of the Plain are drying up, the fearsome fanghorn grow more numerous, and bad omens abound. Wulfgar, a leader of the Altaii people, must contend with twin queens, warlords, prophets and magic in hopes of protecting his people and securing their future. Elspeth, a visitor from another world, holds the answers, but first Wulfgar must learn to ask the right questions.

But what if the knowledge that saves the Altaii will also destroy them?

The Reckoners #1: Steelheart, Brandon Sanderson 4/5

Ten years ago, Calamity came. It was a burst in the sky that gave ordinary men and women extraordinary powers. The awed public started calling them Epics. But Epics are no friend of man. With incredible gifts came the desire to rule. And to rule man you must crush his will. Nobody fights the Epics...nobody but the Reckoners. A shadowy group of ordinary humans, they spend their lives studying Epics, finding their weaknesses, and then assassinating them. And David wants in. He wants Steelheart — the Epic who is said to be invincible. The Epic who killed David's father. For years, like the Reckoners, David's been studying, and planning — and he has something they need. Not an object, but an experience. He's seen Steelheart bleed. And he wants revenge.

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CURSED LATE NIGHT LOTR/TH ASKS

💍 — Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit

📖 — Bilbo or Frodo

🌲 — Rivendell or Lothlorien

💗 — Viggo Mortensen’s broken toe or Orlando Bloom’s broken ribs

🦶 — Hobbit feet or Hobbit hair

🪓 — Bombur’s Rope Beard or Bifur’s Axe-Head

🌱 — Ents or Entwives

🍅 — Denethor’s tomatoe eating or The Master of Laketown’s chicken eating

🌹 — Arwen or Eowyn

🧝🏻‍♂️ — LOTR Legolas or TH Legolas

🍞 — Lembas Bread or Beorn’s Honey Nut Cake

🗡 — The Fucking Bag End Ceiling Beam or The One Ring

👑 — Strider Aragorn or King Aragorn

🍎 — The Apple that Aragon threw at Pippin’s Head or the Cheese that was stolen from Bilbo’s Pantry

👻 — Fili and Kili or Merry and Pippin

🍽 — Bilbo’s Blunt Knives or Bilbo’s Bent Forks

👘 — Thranduil’s Robes or Thranduil’s Crown

🍲 — Eowyn’s Stew or Gollum’s dead beaten fish

💦 — The Mirkwood Jacuzzi or The Rivendell Fountain

💅 — Ariana Grande Ponytail Urk-hai or Double Chin Goblin King

🤧 — Bilbo’s handkerchief or Gandalf’s hat

🤪 — The Cursed Fart in the Hobbit Pile or The Chaotic Billy X Viggo Kiss?

💀 — The Nazgûl or The Orcs

🎁 — The Naked Dwarf Calender or Women in Beards Extras

✏️ — Fanfic or Canon

Reblog and tag 5 friends! Anyone can participate :)

#send em in bois #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #LOTR asks #ask game #LOTR ask game

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gilmores-glorious-blog · 3 years

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ayy it’s battle of the five armies liveblog time!! posted at 3:00 in the morning for that extra emotional spice:

- god the scene of tauriel and kili on the beach is So Soft. and kili speaking in khudzul and then being like “i think you know what it means ;)” is. Very Attractive wow i’m heterosexual for one (1) man.

- the “welcome my sisters-sons..... to the kingdom of erebor!!!” is.... pretty hot ngl

- THE ACORN SCENE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it’s so soft and good and the way thorin breaks out of the dragon sickness completely to give bilbo that soft smile and those heart eyes,,,, i’m gonna lose it,,,

- “never underestimate the power of dwarves” is so homoerotic and for what ??

- wow the mithril shirt scene is... wow. it deadass seems like a wedding.

- pausing my emotions to be horny: kili looks hot in armor.

- can’t believe there’s war bats in middle earth. like. why do they exist.

- god everything bilbo does in this movie is just to help thorin and i’m just.. he loves him so much 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

- man the scene where thorin finds out it was bilbo who stole the arkenstone and then nearly throws him off the rampart... i’m ...... </3

- WHEN THE ELVES LEAP OVER THE DWARVES SHIELDS TO ATTACK THE ORCS?? SO FUCKING COOL!!!

- i hate how sexy dragon sick thorin is,,

- GOD THE SCENE WHERE THORIN SNAPS OUT OF THE DRAGON SICKNESS DESTROYS ME... THE WAY ITS BILBO’S VOICE THAT SNAPS HIM OUT OF IT.... I’M GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT

- the thorin and kili forehead touch..... 🥺🥺🥺

- taking a moment to stop and appreciate this dialogue: “SHOOT IT!!!!” “WHERE???!!!” “IN IT’S JAMBAGS!” “IT DOESNT HAVE ANY JAMBAGS!!!!!!”

- watching alfrid die is so satisfying 😌 hate that capitalist bitch 😌😌

- bilbo and tauriel realizing that thorin and kili (and fili) are in danger makes me so sad

- ayyy i love hearing legolas’ full name !!

- damn, thranduil’s having a Moment

- have i mentioned enough lately that i FUCKING LOVE BILBO BAGGINS!!!!!!!!!

- hobbit!legolas really drinks his respect women juice. good for him.

- i love the scene where bifur loses his axe so much

- oh great! here’s where things start to go Really Fucking Badly!!

- first up: fili’s death!! i am!!! a wreck!!!!!!

- next up: kili’s death!! i am!!!! absolutely ruined!!!!!!! i can not handle this!!!!!!! the tear that runs downs his face before he dies..... the promise he made to his mom to survive...... i am. So Sad.

- i’m watching this w/ my friend who hasn’t seen it before and they’re just. losing their entire mind over how goddamn cool legolas is and honestly,, me too

- FUCK YEAHHHHH RADAGAST AND BEORN!!!!

- uhhhh so i was crying too hard to type out many thoughts about the last bit of the movie 😔✌️ but they’re basically: Pain, Suffering, Agony, Heartbreak, and the like.

- i didn’t remember that the entire company came to ravenhill to kneel over thorin’s body and.. wOW that fucked me up

- two other things that fucked me up: no one mourning over fili’s dead body- appreciate him, cowards >:(, and thorin never knowing that kili died (+ bilbo not learning of it until after the fact)

- anyways. great fucking movie. great fucking trilogy. i cried just as hard this time as i did the first. 10/10 would recommend.

#wow i’m an ✨emotional wreck✨#the hobbit #the battle of the five armies #botfa #bagginshield #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #fili #kili #long post #eli.posts

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