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I will have war!
#hobbit#the hobbit#thorin#ihobbit#thorin oakenshield#botfa#king under the mountain#erebor#the lonely mountain#my gifs#king#my king#raven#Roäc#jrr tolkien#tolkien#royal#dwarves#bagginshield
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Little coloured sketch before bed
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hairstyle fit for a king!
#bagginshield#bilbo baggins#thorin oakenshield#roäc#idk i just love thorin and roac together#maybe thorin can give roac some shiny things to make him behave
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Roäc is baby. He is an ancient being. He can talk. He doesn't speak any language known to the likes of man, elves, or hobbits. He is average sized. He is a massive raven. He is witty and sarcastic. He is as stoic as the King. He is a pet. He is independently his own creature. He is a simple message carrier. He is an integral part of dwarven culture. He is Erebor. He is Middle Earth. He couldn't care less about the dwarf he serves. He would die for him.
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Summary:
On the day a young dwarf earns his epithet amidst fire and blood, a raven comes to this world with an acorn in his beak. It is an omen, a thread connecting their fates — wherever Thorin goes, Roäc shall follow.
This is my contribution to @thorinsspringforge! 💗 I am stoked to have partnered with @y97dgu, whose truly gorgeous art you'll find on their blog and embedded at the end of the fic.
I hope you enjoy this piece about a young Thorin struggling in the aftermath of war, and a newly-fledged Roäc discovering the world alongside him 🦅⚒️
#tsf23#thorin oakenshield#roäc son of carc#dís daughter of thráin#the hobbit#tolkien#my writing#this fic was brought to you by my undying love for ravens and all things birds <3#can you believe this is one of /only/ two fics with the 'Roäc & Thorin Oakenshield' tag on ao3???? cause i sure can't#king of my heart
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Here they are all together! 💍✨
I have also officialy decided to make an artbook (or two) with all the characters! Hopefully it'll be printed and ready in summer!
Big thank you to all of you who reserved some of the originals. I'll send you the info and ship the drawings during next two weeks 💖
If there is someone still interested in getting some of the original drawings please let me know. These characters are left - Bard, Thorin, Ghan-burin-Ghan, Beorn, Roäc, Wormtongue.
The prices are from 50 to 80USD (shipping included).
All the earnings will be sent to charities.
Thank you! ���
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Actually the biggest issue with the Hobbit movies is that they chickened out and didn’t give us talking ravens with established lineages.
“Oh but that would be silly” how dare you disrespect Roäc son of Carc chief of the ravens of Ravenhill
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Imagine: You can speak to animals in Middle-Earth
Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bilbo's reactions when they understand you can speak to animals in Middle-Earth
N/A: I haven't written in English for a while. I may be rusty…
Thorin
“The inn is this way,” you say to Thorin several times during the journey when he is lost in towns that you pass through. Or something like “I think the stable with our ponies is at your right, then at your left.” Or, “Oh, Balin is looking for you at the town's entrance, hm, straight on, then left after the bakery.”
At the beginning of the journey, it surprised you how many times Thorin could be lost. But now, you eventually get used to it.
The only thing you’re not used to is the look on his face every time you help him. Surprised and suspicious. While you just want to help him…
Well, could you tell him it's some ravens that are letting you know when he needs help? “The king is looking for Master Balin.” “The king doesn’t walk in the right direction.” “My lady, the king wants to go to the inn.” They are polite but they never give you the choice…
Other animals speak sometimes with you and you love to listen to them. It’s surprising how much you can learn with them. The best place for that is in Beorn’s house. Thanks to his hospitality, you can walk around his house and speak to animals you have never spoken to before. It’s fun and it especially changes your mind after everything has happened during the journey.
Yet, when you thought ravens have let you in peace, two of them come for you in an evening. You have just finished dinner and the night has almost fallen. They ask for help, explaining their baby is trapped in an orc’s trap. At first, you want to refuse : it’s almost night, Beorn is already out in bear’s form, and some orcs are also soon out.
But you can’t let a baby raven die, right? So you follow them in the forest behind Beorn house. A forest that looks welcoming by day, but much less so at night.
Thanks to other animals' help, you finally find the trap, more or less quickly, and free the little one. As he thanks you, you notice the silence around you, especially the ravens. Then, you notice the darkness of the forest. You remain motionless until you hear a voice behind you.
“What are you doing here?” a cold, hard male voice says behind as you turn to him and realise it’s only Thorin. Even in the dark, it’s impossible not to recognise his voice.
Damn, your heart is dead by now. You don’t even find the good words. “It’s our fault, my King,” one of the ravens says as he comes closer to you on a branch. He explains everything to Thorin while you look at him astonished.
“Don’t tell me he could understand you from the start!” you say, upset as you turn to the raven. “Why did you use me all this time if he could understand?” you progressively raise your voice, ignoring where you are.
“Roäc is the only raven I can understand,” Thorin says. “But now is not the time to speak. Let’s go back to–” When he stops talking, you shiver. You can feel you’re not alone. The ravens and the other animals are already left. Thorin suddenly takes your hand and pulls it. You start a quick sprint to Beorn’s house and you’re glad no orcs found you.
You enter the house out-of-breath. Thorin turns to you, not making the effort to hide his anger. He shouts at you that you should never have gone outside, that you’re stupid, that you could die easy. And like Bilbo before, that you shouldn't be here with them.
Oh, hm, it really hurts to hear all of that. You remain silent, looking down until you notice he is still holding your hand. His hand is so big but warm. Oh. Hm. It’s hot all of a sudden, isn’t it?
“Well,” he starts, clearing his throat. “I’m sorry if Roäc bothered you many times. And thank you for saving his little one.” Is he embarrassed? Oh, you would give anything to have more light to see if he is blushing!
“It’s nothing. He and other ravens helped me during the journey, so it's normal.” Now you look him in the eye, you don’t know what to add. He also seems engrossed by your eyes.
Maybe something could have happened. Well, only if his nephews didn’t enter the room abruptly, shouting they were looking for him. Or maybe it's just postponed for another time…
Fíli
“Kíli is looking for you,” you say to Fíli once you find him cleaning one of his swords among a lot of them scattered on the floor. An impressive collection that you always wonder if you already saw all of them or not. “This time is because Dwalin has made fun of him and he wants revenge. It seems he can’t leave without you less than an hour,” you resume, smiling as you see him putting away his swords one by one. “The maximum was three days,” he replies, laughing at his own answer. “I'm surprised you found me before him.”
Can you tell him you asked for help from a bird and a dog? The town where you stopped isn’t big but it seems that Kíli couldn’t find his brother ; or maybe it was Fíli who didn't want us to find him. Anyway, you offered your help and with your capacity, it’s always easy to find someone, in exchange for some food or other information. Animals are easier to convince than humans.
“I guess I’m lucky,” you answer, shrugging as you start to walk with him. “Speaking of luck, you should speak to Oín about your recent injury. It could become infected.” Despite your serious tone, he looks at you with a smile, the radiant smile that swings the beads from his moustache, but doesn’t say anything about it. When you join his brother, they immediately start to plan to take revenge on Dwalin, leaving you to your own business before Kíli asks for your help.
During the journey, you notice Fíli disappears sometimes for a short time. You guess you need time alone when you’re a prince with an uncle like Thorin and a brother like Kíli. Even Dwalin and Balin seem to expect a lot from him. It looks exhausting, even from where you are. But, you always eventually find him when someone is looking for him, and luckily for you, he is never upset with it.
Yet, one evening when you were looking for him because Thorin needs him, you got lost in the forest. Because of the darkness of the night, your foot catches on a root and you fall suddenly to the ground. Great, now you’re hurt in addition to being lost…
You chose to sit down for a while, waiting for the pain to pass. Then, you strangely notice there are no animals around you to help you. It’s not good. Not good at all. The only time you didn't find animals in a forest was when there was an orc camp nearby.
When you wait in this kind of situation, it’s hard to know how much time passes, but the forest is totally dark when you decide to go back to the company’s camp. Now, you can only count on your luck to find the right path and not to meet orcs…
You barely walk when you hear silent branches crackling not far from you. Just a few metres from you, one orc with a small lantern is walking. An orc scout. You don’t have time to take out your weapon that he is already running after you.
When you are about to run, a raven rushes to his face, blinding him, while someone comes from nowhere and kills him without a sound. The lantern falls in the ground and you recognise Fíli. The raven doesn’t wait to fly away, letting you both alone while he crushes the lantern and the fire with his foot.
“How did you find me?” you ask, surprised, as he takes your hand and starts walking away. “Wait, my foot is hurt, I can’t walk fast…”
He stops his steps and takes you on his back as if you weighed nothing. Oh, his hair smells like earth and metal. “My uncle’s raven helped me,” he eventually says as he starts walking. “And some of your friends showed me the forest but my uncle’s raven was the only one who wanted to go with me in this forest’s part.”
“My friends?” you frown. “A squirrel, a bird and, hm, a frog,” he says. “The last one was really hard to follow.”
You stay silent for a moment, understanding he knows you can talk to animals. “How do you know?” you eventually ask, shyly hidden behind his back.
You hear him laugh first as you both get out of the forest, seeing the company's camp nearly. “You talked with all the animals you meet. It's not hard to guess.”
“So, everyone knows?” you exclaim, glad to be out of the forest given the volume of your voice. “I don't think so,” he says as you breathe in relief. “But I can ask them if they know about it.”
You don't need to see him to know he's smiling. You travel enough with him and his brother to know when they take advantage of a situation. “What do you want to hold your tongue?” you ask, a little upset. “Nothing,” he replies as he puts you on the ground, his smile widening when he sees your annoyed expression. “Nothing yet,” he hurries to resume. “Let me think about it and I'll tell you.”
As you both almost join the company's camp, the light of the fire shows his proud face. You don't know what you should expect from his future request, but you know he already enjoys it…
Kíli
If there is something you enjoy the most in this journey, it’s teasing Kíli. His reactions are always entertaining!
It started at the beginning of the journey when he asked the company where his knife was. Thanks to a little bird’s murmur, you found it for him. He was very surprised. It was honestly so cute.
Now the journey continues and you often answer his questions. You can even predict the rain. It’s amazing for you and troubling for him. Maybe you should tell him the truth before he imagines anything. But, well, his expressions are too cute and innocent to stop.
Some dwarves are still suspicious about you, and this doesn't get better with all your answers. So, you would like to avoid Kíli and his questions, but it’s impossible. You’re becoming more and more friends with him, and he often speaks with you, especially in the evening after dinner, when everyone is busy with their own things. (In truth, his brother is also often with you both, when he is not with his uncle and Balin.)
Yet, something changes when you arrive in Beorn’s home. When you realise the skin-changer can also, more or less, speak with animals, you spend a lot of time with him. Used to live alone, you thought you were bothering him, but he seemed interested in talking to you about some animals, their habits, their preferences or the manner to ask them a service.
So, as Kíli doesn’t know about your ability, he doesn’t understand your obsession for him. “Obsession” may be an exaggeration, but he really misses you. He tries to speak with you, but you often say that you’re busy with Beorn.
A night when Kíli notices you’re not sleeping yet, he looks for you in the house. His worry increases when he doesn’t find you and nobody can tell him where you are. Even if Beorn told them not to go out at night, he ends up outside, walking around the house.
“No! Don’t get too close to me like that!” he hears you exclaim in the distance. “Don’t force me to use my strength against you!” Then he realises your voice is coming from in the barn behind the house. “No, stop! I already told you not to touch me like that!” Alright, Kíli is now running to you, abruptly opening the front door.
Following Beorn’s instructions, you spend your evenings talking to some animals and all the animals have their own personality. And this bloody dog is too affectionate and full of energy to speak with.
When Kíli enters, he shouts your name, waking up all the animals in the barn. He can’t understand them, but they’re furious against him. He runs to you until he notices the dog next to you. “What’s happening here? Are you hurt? Who is touching you? Even if he is very tall, if Beorn tries–”
“What are you talking about? Beorn didn’t do anything!” you suddenly say, standing up. Then, the dog you were talking with pokes you in the leg with his muzzle. “No, he is not!” you whisper, visibly embarrassed.
“He is not what?” Kíli asks, raising an eyebrow. You start to walk to the exit, but the dog is following you.
“Yet, you seem important to him!” the dog barks as he walks before you and goes out when you open the door. “He often looks at you during the day. Even his brother is sick of hearing him talk about you all the time.”
“Stop saying nonsense. Join the others for the night and we’ll continue tomorrow,” you reply, not noticing that Kíli looks at you talking to the dog until the dog barks again before leaving. “So, ask him what he dreamt about yesterday night, you will know!”
The dog finally runs away, leaving you and Kíli alone walking to Beorn’s house. He stays silent, hoping you would explain what happened. Yet, you surprise him so much by asking him what his dream was last night that he can’t help but blush and lose his words. His eyes suddenly open wide and he even takes a step back. He was far from imagining that you would ask that question and you clearly understand it when he quickly wishes you a good night before leaving you alone in the entrance.
You stay a while thinking about what happened until you choose to go to sleep, hoping the dog will be talkative tomorrow.
Bilbo
Talking to animals is so great. In exchange for information or services, they can tell you a lot of things, especially where the best fruits or nuts are. You’re clearly never hungry.
And it didn't escape the hobbit's notice! Bombur or some others saw it too, but they are still too suspicious about you to speak to you. So one afternoon, usually at tea time, Bilbo approaches you on his pony and asks you where you find your apple. You’re happy someone other than Gandalf talks to you, so you gladly tell him and give one from your bag.
That’s how you started your friendship with Mr Baggins. You even call him “Bilbo” now. But you never dared tell him your capacity. He'd think you were crazy, wouldn't he?
Bilbo knows you hide something from him, but everyone has their secrets, so he never asks you how you find those fruits and nuts. It’s only in Mirkwood that he discovers your ability.
Mirkwood, as everyone else, turns your head and you have trouble staying focused. It’s only when the spiders attack that you notice you aren’t with the company but you can still hear them shouting in the distance. A giant spider finds you, then another. It’s clearly impossible to flee, so let’s try talking?
Well. You try the same technique that Bilbo used with the trolls, but they are more intelligent than them. “It’s the first time a meal can understand us. It’s amusing, don’t you think?” one says to the other. “You’re right, let’s enjoy it a little longer.”
They talk to you until you don’t hear anything but them. No dwarves’ shouting anymore. Some other spiders join their friends and now, you’re in the middle of a circle of so many giant spiders that you’re ready to faint. You continue to speak, hoping the elves will be here any minute.
But to your surprise, you hear one of the spiders cries and falls, then another. But you don’t see any elf.
Then Bilbo appears, provokes the spiders, runs far away before disappearing again. All the spiders run in his direction, leaving you alone. You take advantage of it to free the dwarves and then, the elves finally find you like they should have.
After the elves’ dungeons and the escape, it’s only on the freezing Bard’s boat that you can speak again with Bilbo. You sit next to him, wrapping yourself to keep you warm. “I haven't had time to thank you for the spiders yet…” you say, knowing he saw you talk to them. “They seemed to enjoy chatting with you,” he chuckles.
“I prefer to chat with you,” you say, closing your eyes and letting your head fall on his shoulders. Some dwarves smile but remain silent. You can’t see it but Bilbo’s face has never been so warm despite the cold of the lake.
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I'm finally posting my contribution to @thorinsspringforge! A very special thank you to @coconi, who partnered with me in this event, writing an ✨absolutely beautiful✨ fic, detailing the first meeting of Roäc and Thorin and their budding relationship as destined companions.🪶⚔️💙
I've linked to her fanfic above, so please check it out! And please check out the other contributions to this event for our favorite dwarf king! 💖👑
#my art#thorin oakenshield#the hobbit#lotr#roac#lady dis#fanart#tolkien#the hobbit fanart#this was my very first fandom event i ever participated in so aaaaa <333#tsf23
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Make you choose; every hero needs their animal sidekick! Roäc or Myrtle?
I CAN’T ACTUALLY GIF THIS ANSWER 😭😭😭 But Roac will always win for me! Or at least my idea of him lololol I love portraying him as a mouthy little shit 💜
#raz answers#glacierhedera#aka bagginshieldoferebor#i can answer this one very quickly lol#not a gif to be made!
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Let's re(Read) the Hobbit! Chapters 15 & 16
We're entering the last stretches of the Hobbit. The dragon's dead, but the table of contents says we've got quite a ways to go. So what's going to go down and who won't be surprised? (*raises hand*)
“There is that old thrush again!” he cried. “He seems to have escaped, when Smaug smashed the mountain-side, but I don’t suppose the snails have!”
RIP snails. Tolkien is probably one of the very few fantasy writers who would pay you enough attention to acknowledge that you - and a wide variety of other small, poorly mobile living things - must have suffered terribly due to Smaug's temper tantrum.
“Those were crows! And nasty suspicious-looking creatures at that, and rude as well. You must have heard the ugly names they were calling after us. But the ravens are different. There used to be great friendship between them and the people of Thror; and they often brought us secret news, and were rewarded with such bright things as they coveted to hide in their dwellings.
As a corvid lover who has to watch so many great authors write off such an awesome group of animals as "literal servants of evil", I'll take what I can get!
“I am Roäc son of Carc. Carc is dead, but he was well known to you once. It is a hundred years and three and fifty since I came out of the egg, but I do not forget what my father told me.
I'm an enthusiast, not an expert, and so I can't tell you how long you can expect ravens to live off the top of my head, but I can damn well tell you it's not anywhere near this long. Guess even the ravens had a rough time of the slow decay of Arda. Poor guys.
By the lake men murmur that their sorrows are due to the dwarves; for they are homeless and many have died, and Smaug has destroyed their town.
Well he wouldn't have done it if the dwarves and Bilbo hadn't shown up, so they're really not remotely wrong. The elves are complete opportunists though; no wonder the dwarves hate them.
“And little food to use!” cried Bilbo, always practical on such points.
I did say we'd find out how many breakfasts he'd missed. So far we're at one, but let's see what happens!
Tools were to be found in plenty that the miners and quarriers and builders of old had used; and at such work the dwarves were still very skilled.
Haven't pointed out much dwarf magic lately but we can infer that this must be on the grounds that real tools left in such conditions would have rusted or decayed in some way.
But now their hopes were higher; for they had food for some weeks with care—chiefly cram, of course, and they were very tired of it; but cram is much better than nothing
Guess Bilbo didn't miss any other breakfasts after all! What a lucky guy.
The ponies they had brought only to the head of the steps above the old bridge, and unloading them there had bidden them return to their masters and sent them back riderless to the South.
I think if the ponies knew how to get home they would have done it in the week they were free to do so, not only once they were given permission. They're not Shadowfax or anything!
But they answered nothing.
I'm also not an expert in diplomacy, but that feels like both a really bad sign and also hella rude. The Laketown folks genuinely have a point that they're owed some kind of reparations after what happened, but refusing to say at this point makes it pretty clear they're about greed as much as anything.
Then the dwarves themselves brought forth harps and instruments regained from the hoard, and made music to soften his mood; but their song was not as elvish song, and was much like the song they had sung long before in Bilbo’s little hobbit-hole.
It's much like it in form and I'm sure melody, but in tone it's quite different isn't it? Way back when it was all about longing and righting a horrible wrong against a terrible beast, but now it's all empty celebration and dreadful anticipation.
But Bilbo’s heart fell, both at the song and the talk: they sounded much too warlike.
Oh that's another similarity: Bilbo doesn't like the song.
We are not yet foes, and we rejoice that you are alive beyond our hope. We came expecting to find none living here; yet now that we are met there is matter for a parley and a council.”
Yes, that's why you ducked out the first time. You were overcome with joy at Thorin's survival.
But also he did not reckon with the power that gold has upon which a dragon has long brooded, nor with dwarvish hearts.
Considering the behavior of the men of Laketown and Thranduil's elves, it has this power over most everyone.
Though he had hunted chiefly for the Arkenstone, yet he had an eye for many another wonderful thing that was lying there, about which were wound old memories of the labours and the sorrows of his race.
Oh yeah and it's fucking with Bilbo too! Stop trying to paint the Semites as uniquely greedy, Tolkien. It's a plague on all y'all!
Moreover the wealthy may have pity beyond right on the needy that befriended them when they were in want.
Bard's never met a rich person has he?
Then Thorin seized a bow of horn and shot an arrow at the speaker. It smote into his shield and stuck there quivering.
Okay that's even worse diplomacy by a large measure. Thorin's dickishness knows no bounds and no I'm not giving him the out of the dragon horde because none of the others act remotely like this.
So grim had Thorin become, that even if they had wished, the others would not have dared to find fault with him; but indeed most of them seemed to share his mind—except perhaps old fat Bombur and Fili and Kili.
Well I guess Balin just lost best dwarf status. Bombur gets it on the grounds that Tolkien keeps talking about his size and anyway the other two are just gonna die so it's not like they'd get the title for long.
Bilbo heard these words and he grew afraid, wondering what would happen, if the stone was found—wrapped in an old bundle of tattered oddments that he used as a pillow.
Well Bilbo, he's probably going to kill you, so you should hurry and get it in the Shire museum alongside all the Numenorean, Angmarian, and Elvish artifacts other hobbits Gandalf messed with stole.
"Winter and snow is hastening behind them. How shall you be fed without the friendship and goodwill of the lands about you? The treasure is likely to be your death, though the dragon is no more!”
So GRRM was pretty clearly inspired by this, wasn't he?
He had about five hours before him.
Considering how many dwarves there are and how few hours in a night, it's odd that Bombur's got such a long shift. Seems like it would be easier for everyone to break it into three hour shifts.
They will help him more than us, if it is that queer little creature that is said to be their servant.
Honestly it's a small miracle they didn't just assume he was a particularly ugly dwarf.
“Whatever it is, it’s my own, my good elves.
Bilbo, your employer pulled the "shoot the messenger" card and you're still in the running for worst at diplomacy in your party. It's another small miracle they didn't just decide to shoot you!
which fortunately I believe I have kept
That is fortunate considering all of the handkerchiefs you've lost along the way!
Dain, I may tell you, is now less than two days’ march off
I can't help but wonder if literally betraying the cause after stealing the most valuable item in the mountain was something they included a clause for invalidating your entitlement to the profits. If not, they really should have put it in there. That or maybe Gandalf trained them long ago not to do that for his own amusement.
Then Bilbo, not without a shudder, not without a glance of longing, handed the marvellous stone to Bard, and he held it in his hand, as though dazed.
Again: did Sauron make this stone? Should they be tossing it into a volcano for the good of all free people of Middle-Earth? Is everyone in this story part-corvid themselves?
“You are more worthy to wear the armour of elf-princes than many that have looked more comely in it. But I wonder if Thorin Oakenshield will see it so.
"Thanks for handing us the most valuable part of the loot! We'll just be going now, Thorin can starve up here with all his dumb, way less valuable gold."
“Well done! Mr. Baggins!” he said, clapping Bilbo on the back. “There is always more about you than anyone expects!” It was Gandalf.
"I thought I was the guy fucking these people over the hardest, but you've outdone me. You're lucky I see you as a dog walking on hind legs instead of a real threat or I'd turn you to stone for this."
As a matter of fact he was dreaming of eggs and bacon.
And there you have it folks, two breakfasts missed. One literally, having to walk to the Ravenhill, the other figuratively, a particular menu item that he dreams about.
Next time: Everything goes to shit in ways that really make a fella miss Smaug.
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The Memory of the Light
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by lauriel_lunar
There are precious few ways the dead can communicate with the loved ones they leave behind- but Thorin Oakenshield is determined to make the most of them.
Words: 1287, Chapters: 1/36, Language: English
Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dís (Tolkien), Thorin's Company, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Roäc (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Thranduil (Tolkien), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Dwalin (Tolkien), Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Hamfast Gamgee, Galadriel | Artanis, Nienna (Tolkien), Elbereth Gilthoniel | Varda Elentári, Yavanna Kementári, Aulë | Mahal
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee
Additional Tags: Love, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Grief/Mourning, Mystery, Worldbuilding, Angst, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Romance, Slow Romance, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Compliant, I WILL MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER I SWEAR, Hurt/Comfort, all the feels, Undying Lands, Hopeful Ending, Hope vs. Despair, Language of Flowers, Animal Symbolism, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Love will have the last say.
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RIP to this scene from a chapter of MIO I'm working on
“Keep giving me good snacks, little master.” The raven suggests, as translated by Thorin, causing a scoff of laughter from the hobbit.
“Treats only come for good ravens, Roäc, you know. Now, you know where the satchel is, get yourself one whilst I tend to the aftermath of your vengeance.” The raven springs from Bilbo’s hold with gusto, cawing happily as he flies to the round, green door. “Just one. I’ll be counting.”
“You count the treats given to an ancient raven you’ve taken to treating like a misbehaving child?” Comes a question laced with amusement, and Bilbo looks back at Thorin with an innocent smile.
“Of course not. But what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him, surely."
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36, 37 for the writer asks? :D
36. Do you visualize what you read/write?
I do! It depends on my brain power at the moment, but it's usually pretty vivid. I also "feel" things through my other senses a lot (mostly auditory and olfactory imagery).
37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?
It's fairly new, so I can't really call it underrated just yet, but I think As The Crow Flies deserves a little more love! 💗🕊️
I'm very fond of the AU I created for it (where Thorin and Roäc are life companions bonded by fate), it was super fun to write from Roäc's point of view, and the accompanying art is simply stunning! There are only a whopping two fics on ao3 with that relationship tag (mine included), so I think it's also pretty unique hehe. I really hope to go back to that AU in the future, there's so much I could do with it.
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The Memory of the Light
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/K76mas2
by lauriel_lunar
There are precious few ways the dead can communicate with the loved ones they leave behind- but Thorin Oakenshield is determined to make the most of them.
Words: 1293, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dís (Tolkien), Thorin's Company, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Roäc (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Thranduil (Tolkien), Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Thráin II, Thrór (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Dáin Ironfoot, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, Hamfast Gamgee, Galadriel | Artanis, Nienna (Tolkien), Elbereth Gilthoniel | Varda Elentári, Yavanna Kementári, Aulë | Mahal, Aragorn | Estel, Arwen Undómiel, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Faramir (Son of Denethor II), Éowyn (Tolkien)
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee
Additional Tags: Love, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Love Confessions, Unrequited Love, True Love, First Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Love at First Sight, Death, Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Past Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Mystery, Worldbuilding, Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Romance, Slow Romance, Tragic Romance, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Compliant, I WILL MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER I SWEAR
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