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heilith · 1 year

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Bottled Up

A/n: Aaand it’s here! :DDD I couldn’t be happier.

The absolutely stunning art was brought to life by @mysandwichranaway Applause, guys, please - I will never forget how he saved the day and stepped up to collaborate with me, when I was absolutely discouraged. Thank you, my friend, you’re gorgeous!

Long story short, here’s our piece for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration 2022 project, that united so many talented, kind and creative people. @fellowshipofthefics, you, guys, rock.

Our prompt was “Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses”.

@i-did-not-mean-to You know, the night before I wrote it I dreamed I was writing it with you for 3-4 hours straight. So you can totally consider yourself a co-author and an inspiration

Also tagging as requested - @mismaeve (a new Lindir, my love!!!), @glassgulls @oenothera5 @noldorinpainter @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @eunoiaastralwings @a-contemplation-upon-flowers (may be, you will enjoy it)

Forgive me, if I forgot anyone. Ok, I shut up.

Bottled Up

“Spin that baby, laddie!” Bofur cheered happily.

“I don’t want to kiss you,” Kili growled, pushing the bottle with one finger only, “Any of you, on that matter.”

“Why are you playing this, then?”

“There’s a lady among us,” reminded Kili with a wink.

You laughed, just happy to relax and leave the troubles you all had to live through in the back of your mind, if only for a while.

Of course, the refined abode of the Elves was no place to play such childish games, but the cheer of the Company was contagious, and you let yourself get unleashed for once. Spin the bottle seemed just the right thing to teach them. You had to admit it was hilarious, the whole thing in general and the way each of them demonstrated the involvement in the process so peculiarly.

Dwalin kissed his loyal kin and fellows with the face he must have been saving up for the fiercest of battles, the ever-enthusiastic Fili was as enthusiastic as ever and Ori just a bit less bewildered than you had predicted.

The ones that had the luck to kiss you were rewarded with handclaps and sighs of envy.

The attendant Elves were judging you hard, which only added zest to the already spicy pastime.

The day was obviously a success.

Once again congratulating yourself on a lucky idea, you stretched your neck and took at the waist of the bottle resolutely.

“Let it be me,” prayed Fili, whose luck with you had been failing him this afternoon.

It wasn’t. Neither was it anyone else. The bottle made two lazy spins and stopped, pointing between Ori and Dori…Right at the Elf who had been the first to greet you in Rivendell and was stepping on the Company’s heels ever since. He’d been watching the game, too, a sour expression not leaving his face for a moment.

“Go kiss him,” Kili suggested, before you could replay your go.

The Dwarves perked up, anticipating a good laugh.

“Kiss the boy!”

“Go for it, buttercup!”

“Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him,” they chanted as one. You were looking around desperately in search of at least one disapproving grimace – but no. It was impossible to thrust in a word, let alone make them change their minds.

Caught up in your own game, you stood up to approach the one called Lindir in uncertain steps.

The closer you were getting, the less life and blood were remaining in his face. You had no idea why he didn’t move back – the alley behind him was clear, yet he opted out of escaping for a reason inconceivable to you.

Instead, he simply froze still, looking at you in what seemed to be rather close to panic.

You stood on your tiptoes and shut your eyes not to see what a fool you were about to present of yourself.

“Kiss him!”

You didn’t know why you failed to make it a peck on the cheek or forehead. May be, it was the heady Elvish wine you’d tried for the first time this evening, or the overly heated encouragement of the Company, but, instead of taking it easy, you went for the honest to Eru mouth-to-mouth.

The Elf’s lips were surprisingly smooth and coolish, the banal word “silky” describing them best of all. He gave a start, but didn’t pull away as you cupped his face with the last surge of boldness and kissed him deeper and more softly.

It felt good, almost like the real thing, despite the lack of response on his part.

At an instant you had an almost-but-not a sensation that some reluctant sort of a reaction was still there, but you couldn’t truly tell. And surely, it would be strange to expect him just stand there like one of those prim statues, which surrounded you at each step in here.

Having counted to ten, you called it a kiss and stopped to retreat to the safety of the Company’s circle.

There was a very pronounced response to your ministrations, after all.

Your victim’s face was flaming, and so were his eyes. He reeled, then stammered something you didn’t understand. The Dwarves were laughing without mercy, and some of the Elves followed the example, but you were probably the only one who paid attention to it. Lindir didn’t look like he cared. As shocked, he turned on his heels and almost fled the scene, leaving you and his duties behind.

“There goes the courage of the Elves,” Bofur concluded out loud and reached for the bottle for the hundredth time since morning.

“Spin that baby!”

All it took was one single mental image of your dragging the thing on your back all the way to the Lonely Mountain, with no to little chance to ever put it in good use.

Alas, a tin ear was the rudest of understatements in your case.

You snorted without any backthought and was ashamed of the sound immediately, as your eyes met his.

“Am I being a figure of fun?”

“Not you,” you tried to sound placating. It wasn’t each day you experienced a cultural revelation in such a brutal way, “And still, I’m sorry, I can’t take it.”

He had found you lazying around in the gardens, your head more than a little heavy with the consequences of yesterday’s overindulgence in cheer and drinking. In the good news, your usual case of a nosebleed had happened minutes before that. You’d just barely managed to wash the last spots off your face and shirt in the nearest fancy fountain, when the one still called Lindir stumbled upon you, a lute in his hand.

Had he’d found you a moment earlier, it would have definitely added only more awkwardness to what was enfolding before your eyes now.

“I can’t let you not,” stated he very slowly, as though his opinion of your comprehension skills was less than poor.

You couldn’t say you blamed him for that.

“Let me have this straight,” your temples were splintering with ache, “I have to take this with me, because I happened to be your first kiss?”

The thing he did with his shoulders reminded you of an agonal twitch. His lips stretched into a lopsided line for a moment, and you concluded he was enjoying this one-on-one as little as you were. And that was really not a lot.

“By the ways of my people, yes.”

“And this … instrument is your most precious possession, that is now mine? Because I happened to be your first kiss?”

“What do you do, when your first kiss comes?”

Just as always, you spoke quicker than you thought.

“Pop a foot.”

Lindir’s brows went up, but, as your luck had it, he obviously interpreted your answer as another manifestation of how small a brain you had.

“Am I being a figure of fun?” repeated he patiently.

“No, I’m sorry.”

Without further words, he held the lute out for you yet again. And yet again you couldn’t imagine yourself taking it.

The pause was a lengthy one, so dragged-out you had to wonder whether his arm was getting tired of holding the weight of this “precious gift” you had earned through such a little effort.

“I can’t,” you shook your head again.

“Please,” a note of desperation slipped into his voice.

He was travelling from anger to misunderstanding and spiraling farther into unhappiness, that you couldn’t fully comprehend, in a matter of seconds.

“Are you a minstrel?” you asked him at last.

The lute came down.

“Isn’t it obvious?” reciprocated he with a merriless smile.

“Write me a ballad.”

You didn’t doubt you would feel bad about this new brainchild of yours, too. But you had to save yourself out of the honour and him – out of the misery.

“I beg your pardon?”

“When this journey ends, I want to look back and know I did well,” the inflow of inspiration made you unusually eloquent, “That I was a hero. I don’t need a lute, what good can I get out of it? I want something I can remember, not break one day and never regret it. You wouldn’t wish I did that, would you?”

The deep dark eyes were never off you. This Lindir guy wasn’t the one to hand out his approvals easily, you thought, when another handful of minutes had passed without a word from him.

“I wouldn’t,” agreed he finally.

“Then write me something about how brave I can be. What deeds I can do, if there’s a chance. What hardships I can deal with. And I’ll say you paid for that ki-.”

“What do you know of pigeon mail?” he interrupted you suddenly, in the most business-like kind of voice.

“But how-“

The Elf allowed himself a smile, showing only too clear that your standing somewhere between a mindless rubble and a bit more mindful slug wasn’t changing for the better with him.

“How do I sing something I have no knowledge of?”

And just may be, he wasn’t that wrong on your part.

“A deal, then?” you put out your hand for him to seal the agreement. Much to your surprise, he didn’t hesitate to accept it, wrapping his long fingers around yours politely, if a bit stiffly.

And that’s when the awkwardness returned.

You were quite ready to have your limb to yourself again, yet he had decided otherwise.

“Noble Y/N?”

Your fingers were feeling the pressure that his ones were giving them quite acutely.

“Yes, my Minstrel?” you decided not to dwell on it, in hopes that the light tone will repair this change to his manner.

“Did you…” he stumbled through the question, which you somehow realized was not a common occurrence with him, “Did you do it on purpose?”

“Did what?”

You hoped you sounded surprised enough. Just like you didn’t guess the answer on your own and didn’t wish he had never asked that.

“Spun that bottle…that way.”

It was safer to keep on playing dumb. He was surely able to forget that kiss. Would he forget other advances you had no intention to offer him was quite another question.

“Why would I?”

His hand went loose around yours.

“True,” uttered he with a nod, “I thank you then. For the kiss. And your generosity. And I promise to honour our deal.”

“I have no doubts you will.”

You were becoming a smooth liar.

My dear Minstrel,

I fear I thought too much of …I wish I hadn’t been that presumptuous… I can’t recount the events of this day in…I saw them, Lindir. The stone giants. They were murdering each other right before our eyes. It was a life-altering…an experience, that I…

Scared, my dear Minstrel,

But I’m still here.

Yours,

Y/N

My dear Muse,

Do not test your skill and my patience with…

Do you not think me able to read a simple…

I’ll pray to the Valar to keep you safe. Or what my ballad will be worth of otherwise?

Your faithful Minstrel.

My dear Minstrel,

I have one word for you. Goblins. I’d love to say my heart was not in my feet, but it was.

You could describe it better, if you were me, Lindir.

But I wish you’ll never have to be in my place.

Yours,

My Muse,

I wish you were not yourself, either. I wish you were not there where you are.

No song is worth it.

Lindir.

My Minstrel,

The castle is under siege. I don’t know how it ends. I just know that it will.

Do I need to say that word? Scared?

I don’t. I am not scared.

I didn’t mean to kiss you. But it was not bad.

Your-

A heavy drop of blood rolled down your lips and splashed against the scrap of paper. Your last one. As the things were rushing now, you couldn’t even ask Ori for a replacement.

Who even cared?

You tied the string around the pigeon’s neck carefully. Something told you it was the last time you did that.

“Go.”

You wanted to cower under his stare. He was not like you remembered at all. The eyes narrowed in anger, the jawline sharper and outlined more cruelly.

“So…You’re an Elf-Friend now?”

It wasn’t in the least the happy reunion you’d imagined to yourself.

“Your friend, too, then, my Minstrel,” you tried to mellow his temper with a smile, but it didn’t work. It couldn’t have worked with the way he kept scorching you alive with this disdain.

“You’re not,” he spat out, flinching back at your attempt to approach him.

Very well. You had your pride, too. It’s not like you had ever needed the friendship with a handful of faceless letters on a torn piece of parchment.

“If you wish.”

The next thing you knew were his hands, digging into your shoulders so hard that bruises were just a matter of minutes for you. He shook your whole body twice, with a furious murmur in some distorted kind of Elvish, and let go, as though touching you was the last thing he had expected himself to do.

“I thought that you…” he drew in a heavy breath and went on, with about as much success, “I thought…”

“I didn’t, Lindir.”

You felt it happening too late. The world filled with the steely smell of blood. You choked on it, just as usually, and coughed, lowering your head to let it flow freely. You were not fond of what swallowing it brought on.

The red blots painted the floor with a pattern that was always new and curious.

A sigh of exasperation reached your ears.

“Oh, please,” Lindir exhaled tiredly.

He had nice handkerchiefs. At least the one he had run against your mouth and chin. And his hands could be tender.

And he had gone a long way in kissing. That was the last thing you could think of clearly, when his lips brushed against yours and he returned the favour you’d done for him that sunny Rivendell afternoon a long time ago.

“Now,” being so close to him was still a novelty, but the one you couldn’t but welcome, “Where’s my ballad?”

Lindir chuckled, tightening his arms around you not to let you slip off his lap.

The golden fountains were singing their soft, honeyed songs…

And you wanted one, too.

“Forgive me, my dear Muse, but your writing abilities are not to be boasted of. What was I to do with your missives?”

“So that’s how you’re honouring our deal?”

“I’m agonizing in shame,” drawled he with no shame written on his face whatsoever.

You furrowed your brow and drew yourself up, straddling him more securely.

“You’re forcing me to take drastic measures,” you said, a threat in your voice.

“Do,” invited he through a smile.

Unhurriedly, taking your precious time, you wrapped your fingers around the brooch at his collar and unclasped it in a soft motion.

The sound he swallowed was sharp, as you skimmed your lips against his neck and had the kiss linger to make your point clearer.

“It’s either a ballad or else,” you purred into his ear, “Don’t you hate being in so much debt, my dear Minstrel?”

“Or else, my Muse,” he whispered back as carelessly, “I find I’m less complaisant that I had thought.”

#lindir x reader #lindir #fotfics #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration #thauc22 #ok #that was horrible #except for the art #the art is an eye-candy #thank you!

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dimdiamond · 1 year

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Song as old as rhyme by @i-did-not-mean-to

Ori - a popular but elusive author - is invited to a reading in a small bookshop.

He's nervous to be perceived by his audience and thankful that his best friend Fíli accompanies him, backed-up by his stern uncle Thorin.

Meanwhile, Bilbo Baggins - proud owner of the said bookshop - can't wait to surprise his employee and friend with a reading from her favourite author.

How will all these people fare when their most intimate longings and their jealously guarded secrets of loneliness and existential fear starting clashing?

Reveals are here and this is the piece, the book cover, I made for the beautiful fic my talented and kind collaborator @i-did-not-mean-to wrote for this event! We were both so happy to work together and I do believe something really special came out from this collaboration! Please go and show her love and support, it's the least she deserves!

#imagine having this in a printed book!!!!#such a great story with so many feelings #all my love to idnmt and hope we have the chance to work together again #ori #fili #oc #the hobbit oc #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #bagginshield #ori x oc #my art #thauc22 #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration

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likorys-shimenawa · 5 months

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I was lucky enough to write this work for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration hosted by The Fellowship Of The Fics (FOTFics) on Tumblr! I worked with @mulasawala as my partner for it - check them out on twitter, tumblr and AO3!

I used the prompt: After settling in Erebor, Bilbo is determined to find his "craft" with help from the company.

#thauc23 #fotfics #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration

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milliethekitty27-writing · 1 year

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The Unexpected Collaboration of Bilbo and Lobelia

When Bilbo hears someone talking shit about his husband and nephew, he has to work with the one person he’d never thought he’d work with again to get rid of them.

Well, at least Lobelia might stop stealing his spoons.

My entry for “an unexpected collaboration” run by the wonderful folks of @fellowshipofthefics! Thank you all so much for putting this on, and an even bigger thank you to the amazing fantastic @stardryad who did the art for this fic! You can find it here!

#the hobbit #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration #thauc #fanfiction #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bilbo x thorin #bagginshield #lobelia sackville baggins #love ourselves the dramatic husbands #with a dash of baby frodo

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rain-writeswriting · 4 months

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So excited! Here is mine (writer) and @ai-katsuu (artist) contribution to THUAC 2023 created by @fellowshipofthefics

Summary: Five years after the Battle of the Five Armies, Dale begins to flourish as it picks itself back up. Things have never looked better for the kingdom of men. Their princess, Sigrid, is now tasked with the duties of building relations with other nations, and what more than to wed the prince of the great kingdom of Gondor itself?

But is this really what she wants? She can't help but have doubts, but the words of a red-haired she-elf just might give her the right answer for herself.

#THUAC 2023 #thuac #The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration #my writing #collaboration #collab #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #tolkien #sigriel #sigrid of dale #tauriel x sigrid #Tauriel #thuac23

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freshvanillapng · 4 months

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The Art of Gifting - THAUC23

enjoy my pieces for this year's The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration!

here is a link to the pieces on Ao3 for better quality!

i had an absolute blast working on these pieces from the prompt - unfortunately there is no other part to this collaboration so please enjoy these pieces a little out of context.

looking forward to next year! a HUGE thanks to @lordoftherazzles and @fantasyinallforms for their amazing help, as well as @fellowshipofthefics and mods for organising the event <3

#thauc23 #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration 2023 #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #dis #lady dis #dis durin #bagginshield #the hobbit fanart #lord of the rings #my art

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starsilversword-art · 1 year

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My art for An Unexpected collab for my partner @scary-grace fic.

Should have posted publicly ages ago lmao. Here is a link to the fic. It's called Lessons

#an unexpected collaboration #Lotr #The hobbit #fanfiction fanart #Tolkien #king thranduil #bard the bowman #legolas #thranduil's wife #scary grace

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sotwk · 6 months

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I am pleased to announce the fanfic projects I have decided to prioritize and tackle for my attempt to participate in this year's NaNoWriMo event!

This announcement is also my way of requesting everyone's patience for any delays in fic/hc requests, asks, or messages that I have yet to respond to. I am slowing down or putting those on hold for this month so I can properly give my attention to the NaNo goal.

My personal NaNo goal is not so much to hit 50K words, but to write fanfic words every single day for the whole month. Therefore, none of these projects will likely be finished by the end of November (except maybe the THAUC fic because deadlines), but I hope to make at least some decent progress on them.

I hope the works I produce from this month will sufficiently reward your patience and understanding. ❤️

Project One:

This is for the @fellowshipofthefics writing event, "The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration". I cannot reveal any details other than it will feature Legolas!

Project Two:

Other Paths We Might Take - Boromir x OC - Multi-chapter

Spin-off sequel to my Reader one-shot, "Breathe". This is my "Boromir Lives" story, rooted in the SotWK AU. (Every story in the SotWK AU links to Thranduil and/or his family to some degree.)

This tale focuses on Boromir's romance with a commoner from Gondor, which began in TA 3008 when he was a newly-appointed Captain of Gondor. Their relationship encounters numerous obstacles leading up to his departure for Rivendell. How does Boromir survive Amon Hen, and will this AU path lead him back to his true love?

Special thanks to @scyllas-revenge who is the muse of this story and my untiring cheerleader.

Project Three:

Change the Stars - Eomer x OC - Multi-chapter

Spin-off sequel to my Reader fic, "Taken". Also set in the SotWK AU, this story will continue the angsty romance of this pair (and switch out of "Reader" mode to OC), once I've completed and posted "Part 3" of "Taken".

It will delve into the history of Eomer and his beloved shield-maiden, with flashbacks to their shared youth, while taking us through the rest of their seemingly(?) ill-fated but sweeping love story.

I would love to discuss any of the above with you, so please don't hesitate to send Asks or Messages or Smoke Signals!

Please support all your writer friends during NaNoWriMo, as this can be a bit of a stressful month for us. (Yes I know it's self-inflicted, but honestly we are doing it because we are trying to improve ourselves as writers!)

Thank you as always to the kind friends who regularly send me love and support. <3

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unendingwanderlust · 5 months

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@trickstergoddessblog and I partnered for @fellowshipofthefics's The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration 2023 to bring you a sweet, fluffy Bagginshield fic and to cause Fili irreparable psychic damage!

All Fíli and Kíli wanted was to play a harmless prank by taking advantage of Bilbo's ignorance of dwarven culture. They'd have Bilbo propose to Thorin, Thorin would kindly refuse, and they'd all have a merry laugh about it.

To their shock, however, Thorin actually accepted...

RATING: G WARNINGS: None. RELATIONSHIPS: Bilbo/Thorin, minor Kili/Tauriel WORD COUNT: 3471

READ ON AO3

#thauc23 #bagginshield #thilbo #hobbit fanfic #bilbo x thorin #thorin x bilbo #eden writes

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fellowshipofthefics · 5 months

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THE COLLECTION IS LIVE

That's right! The collection is now live! Please be sure to go in and enjoy all the hard work our participants have put forward! You've got fics, artwork, and creations alike. Stay tuned as we put together a masterlist of works from this year's event.

Special thanks to everyone who participated, and we hope to see you back next year!

With this announcement, the FOTFICS mods are officially going on blog-vacation! Don't worry, we'll still have the queue running, alongside one little thing for the end of the year. We have many new plans for 2024, so be ready! We'll be back with games, challenges, and prompts to get you writing!

#thauc23 #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration #the hobbit #fotfics #thank you to everyone who participated!

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mysandwichranaway · 1 year

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for the "an unexpected collaboration". I worked with @heilith and i drew this for their fic, that will be revealed on December 6th!!!!

#the hobbit #sandwichart #lindir #fanart #fanfic fanart #thauc22 #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration

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heilith · 1 year

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Coming up later in the day - the THAUC collab. :) Finally.

My lame drabble and my partner’s awesome art piece for the prompt “Musical Bards and their Heroic Muses” - Bottled Up. One more Lindir x reader. Also loosely incorporating this imagine from Imagine-all-the-Elves.

Poke me if you want a tag. :) See you!

@fellowshipofthefics

#event promo #thauc22 #the hobbit: an unexpected collaboration #fotfics

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astrovian · 1 year

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Richard Armitage on playing Thorin Oakenshield for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Chronicles

The first meeting I had with Peter, Fran and Phillipa was the casting. I was given a scene to read that was actually a construct - it wasn't from the book. It was at this point that I became really excited by the idea, that the book was going to be the backbone of a much more fleshed out, well-rounded story. The scene they gave me to read was Thorin talking to Balin about who the Dwarves had once been, what they had become, why the Wizard had come to him with the map and the key, but that he didn't feel he had the strength to do this. In one scene, the writers had captured exactly what his character was all about - his dreams, his regrets, his insecurities, and his power.

Throughout the filming process, I was able to bounce my ideas around our forum. Often, ideas would spring from drafts of scenes being 'workshopped', or in progress. As we all grew to know and understand Thorin, the collaboration became easier. The way the character looked was very much in Peter, Fran and Philippa's hands; the way he moved, spoke, and delivered the ideas on the page were mine and Tolkien's. I was inspired very much by a particular pencil sketch of John Howe's, particularly the hands, eyes and nose. I felt they weren't dissimilar to my own. There was also a gentle, pensive attitude in the picture which I hadn't seen in Tolkien. It gave me a useful colour to paint with.

The most exciting part of collaboration though, isn't when one sits down to negotiate for ideas to make it into the script or film, but when they appear in the script at the very moment when they are desired. This happened a lot. This is when I felt we were all in tune. The lines never had to be learned. I suppose Peter, Fran and Philippa were hearing my voice when they wrote a scene - another great compliment - and when imagining that scene, I was in tune with the flavour of neo-classicism that I felt our writers were enjoying: the Dwarf kingdoms felt like the great Roman empires, and the literature and philosophical ideas were in line with Greek tragedy, at times Shakespearean. I felt that it was appropriate to allow myself to wander down that path, after all Thorin was heading for a kind of megalomaniacal insanity, which is a difficult thing to play without embracing that 'full throttle' style of art.

I always imagine chracters who are defined by their history. If it's not there than I will inevitably construct a detailed biography. For Thorin this was very easy as Tolkien had given so much material to us through various other sources in his literature, but I still needed to investigate a more domestic biography; 'What do Thorin and Dwalin "chew the fat about"?' or, 'What was Thorin's relationship with his sister Dís like?' I felt that might inform how Fili and Kili would feature in Thorin's life.

The difficulty with Thorin is that he enters the story on the edge of failure, but with everything to win. I remember thinking when I first read the scene for the casting, that here was a character who felt like a dying ember, yet with the energy and hope to reignite into the furnace that once powered this great warrior. But, he has all the potential to fail.

I connect personally with that last sentiment. I was never really sure if I could pull this role off; I felt secretly that many others also felt the same and it's one of the reasons I could never sit down on set (I am a pacer, apparently). I could never rest.

Thorin is the same . He hasn't slept easily in his bed since the Dragon expelled them from Erebor. Thorin's grandfather went mad and his father disappeared a year ago to the day when the Quest begins. The desire for revenge upon Smaug and also on Azog, who beheaded his grandfather, has been bequeathed to him. That's a huge burden to carry, and one that can't be shared.

The glory of returning his people to their homeland is also in the mix, along with the personal revenge on the slaughter of his family. Also, buried deep inside of Thorin is a dormant lust for gold, a lust inherited from the line of Durin, and just as the Dragon who will be woken when the King returns to the Mountain, so too that dormant illness inside of Thorin will awake. He knows this and he fears it.

So really, the 'engine' which brings Thorin to lead his fellow Dwarves to their destiny is fuelled by the past but is 'front wheel' driven, towards their future, their destiny, their prophecy. It's a great place to imagine a character because they are always in flux, pulled towards something, which they fear, springing from a rage-fuelled past.

#richard armitage #the hobbit #hobbit #thorin #thorin oakenshield

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lordoftherazzles · 1 year

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THE NIGHT WE MET ↳ NOW ON AO3

I absolutely loved getting to work with @consultingpacha for the first year of @fellowshipofthefics‘ The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration event! Pacha was such a great partner and listened to my yelling, as well as brought many great ideas to the table!! I’d love to work with her again one day, and I hope you like this little story we managed to tie together! Be sure to give her artwork some love and attention, which you can find → here!

On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid.

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship(s): Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili, Kili, Thorin’s Company, Original Hobbit Character(s), etc.

“Bag End has a few rooms that are unused!” Bilbo practically shouted, earning an uncomfortable bout of silence within the entire main room of the pub, and three sets of dwarven eyes staring at him in both shock and confusion. “That is to say…since the Green Dragon seems to be out of vacancy…if you’re looking for a place to stay, I’d happily give you the rooms–” “I’m not looking for a handout.” The dwarf practically growled before a tiny tug came to the bottom of his tunic. Those big blue eyes of Fili’s staring back at him. “...But under these particular circumstances, my hands are a bit tied. How much?” “If you’re unwilling to take my handout as you call it, how about you just pay me what you think is fair?” Bilbo offered with a small shrug, offering a small smile to try and soothe the frayed nerves of the little ones that kept flickering their eyes between the adults. “There’s plenty of food, warm blankets, and a bathtub you can use.” “That won’t be necessary–” “The little ones look chilled to the bone. Think of their cold little toes in those boots! Some hot water and bubbles will do them some good and ensure their feet remain intact.” “Bubbles?! For my toes?!” Fili cried out in excitement as he bounced from latching to his guardian’s leg towards the stranger. “Mhm, lots of bubbles, and they’re lavender scented. You’ll smell just like a field of flowers,” Bilbo teased, his heart warming at the idea of his good deed, but the look he was fixed with by the rather exhausted-looking dwarf before him was telling. He didn’t like this, but as terrible as it was to admit, Bilbo knew he had no other choice, and was glad for that. “I’m…terribly sorry, I forgot to introduce myself first before throwing my home open up to you. Rather strange, isn’t it? Bilbo Baggins, of Bag End.” Jutting his hand out for a proper shake, it took the dwarf a few moments to so much as move. “Thorin.”

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