Monday, April 14, 2014

tylerfucklin:

yijitumbles:

'SEED WOLF' - 2 / ?

I’m actually continuing with a project I started! Who’d have thought? 

Oooh, I expect the secret of the tiny seedling will be revealed soon! ♥

SEED WOLF MASTERPOST

SO EXCITED FOR THIS COMIC

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Anonymous asked: have u ever a fic where thorin is cursed to be a dragon so thror doesn't get goldsickness and Bilbo is the only person who can free him? there's technically no smaug but frick I cant find it anywhere!!!!

avelera:

pandamani:

Sadly no, I only know of fics similar to it but they don’t fit that exact description D:. I wish you luck in your search, hopefully someone else knows~ 

I would be curious to read this fic!

Saturday, March 29, 2014

sinyhale:

sterek meme: sterek au: anne of green gables (3/10)

Kindred Spirits by Stoney

The Sheriff had gone inside first, leaving Stiles with the responsibility of hitching up their horse and buggy outside the store. Stiles was triple-checking his work when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He felt a chill prickle down his spine when he sensed a large boy – or was it a man? – walking behind him, walking too slowly to just be passing by.

Stiles whirled around to come face-to-face with a very handsome boy who seemed a few years older than Stiles. He was undeniably manly with a broad chest, thickly muscled shoulders, and an air of strength about him for all that he had a fine, tapered waist. He was down to shirtsleeves rolled up at the elbow, and Stiles all but gulped at the flexing tendons in the young man’s forearms as he hoisted a heavy bag of grain higher up onto his shoulder. He had glossy, almost unruly black hair that somehow looked soft to the touch and the most piercing green eyes Stiles had ever seen. He was also scowling right at Stiles.

Stiles swallowed his nerves and gave what he hoped looked like a friendly wave. The young man gave Stiles a thorough once over – so thorough that Stiles’ heart ratcheted up and his palms began to sweat because he couldn’t understand what that could mean, that heated, questioning look from a stranger.

The young man held his gaze for a long moment – long enough that Stiles felt struck queer and tingly all over from its intensity – before he nodded his chin and stalked off, not making eye contact with any of the men or women he passed.

Before Stiles could catch his breath and try to understand just what that was all about, especially why it seemed to have affected him so, the Sheriff poked his head out of the store’s door. “I think if you tie that horse up any tighter, it’ll take that Houdini fellow to come let Roscoe go. Now get in here and pick out some shoes, would you?”

seadeepspaceontheside:

I did this comic as a break from school stuff.
It’s for a fanfic I absolutely adore!

It’s called The Road Delivered Us Home. 

It’s by keelywolfe.

 (Also I LOVED how my Frodo turned out)

littlecofiegirl:

trilliath:

No Way Out: Book 2 Begins.

Every big city has its share of organized crime. This city is no different, having a long-term association with the Hale family crime organization. The problem for this particular city, however, is that the crime has been getting steadily worse each year. In part due to Peter Hale’s leadership, which is ruthless and cunning, and in part because of his highly effective nephew Derek Hale who has taken on the mantle of his family upon his parents’ deaths.

Nobody had been able to infiltrate the Hale family using conventional covers until Officer Stilinski donned the persona of Stiles, the street-kid and sometimes prostitute and after months of careful work, earned himself a position of trust inside Derek Hale’s side of the organization.

Now, nearly a year into his mission he’s not a fresh-faced cop straight out of the academy anymore and the whole good-versus-evil distinction isn’t nearly as simple as it once seemed. Neither, for that matter, is Derek Hale.

Faced with corruption in the forces of justice and competing pressures within the greater Hale and neighboring criminal organization, the further Stiles digs, the further he gets from his way out.

Will he be able to survive?

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Oh YESSSSSssss °u° yess yess very good veeerrryyy goood.

Monday, March 24, 2014

garnetquyen:

Soooo I have been planning a Frozen AU fic with velvetcadence~, these took forever since I get distracted by things easily…

But this fic will have to wait (probably a very long time) since we both have other stuff to be done first akfgahf *throws this into the long list of WIPs*.

Bonus a glimpse of Charles’ coronation painting!

Sunday, March 9, 2014
kaylocker:

euclase:

I drew that last drawing and then decided to see if I could turn it to stone for fun. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be! 

After the Storm Times, the Fire Times, and the Great Silence, after nearly five and ten years of slow and steady healing, the green tentatively begins to return to the land beneath the mountain, and with it eventually the town folk come back too, quietly coming in through the grasses and trees below like families of mice ready to make the most of fertile space. The land at the base of the Mountain that once rained fire has been quiet for decades, but now the children of those who ran from Hell on Earth have their own children and are returning to rebuild and grow their small seeds of hope.
Dean has been the sole inhabitant of the area for miles these last fifteen years and he has made do on his own. He is a goat herder and a gardener and a hunter – a hermit. And, until these last few years, an unbothered hermit. Now there are others living close enough to travel to him in an afternoon, children playing close enough down below to hear from mouth of his cave if the goats and the winds are quiet.
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kaylocker:

euclase:

I drew that last drawing and then decided to see if I could turn it to stone for fun. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be! 

After the Storm Times, the Fire Times, and the Great Silence, after nearly five and ten years of slow and steady healing, the green tentatively begins to return to the land beneath the mountain, and with it eventually the town folk come back too, quietly coming in through the grasses and trees below like families of mice ready to make the most of fertile space. The land at the base of the Mountain that once rained fire has been quiet for decades, but now the children of those who ran from Hell on Earth have their own children and are returning to rebuild and grow their small seeds of hope.

Dean has been the sole inhabitant of the area for miles these last fifteen years and he has made do on his own. He is a goat herder and a gardener and a hunter – a hermit. And, until these last few years, an unbothered hermit. Now there are others living close enough to travel to him in an afternoon, children playing close enough down below to hear from mouth of his cave if the goats and the winds are quiet.

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Friday, March 7, 2014

Synopsis: The Rise of the Nazbukhrin – 2014

orocarni-scholar:

The struggle will come to the East on both sides…

Forty years after several great Corsair fleets were decimated at the hands of the Gondorians, Umbar is beset with waves of refugees fleeing the Southern lands of Harad. Their news: Gondor is attacking again, burning ports, looting towns, blackmailing their leaders. Rumours are starting abroad and in the city that not only do they have their eye on the coastlands once more, but on new territory to the East, a land that has been left mostly unscathed by men of the West.

Many miles away from Umbar at the Port of Bozisha Dar, wealthy businessman Jarmil Inu’Ile bundles heaps of books and manuscripts into wagons laden with goods, bound northwards and away from the violence. First Felaya, now Bozisha is succumbing to the ships, which have struck like lightning and so overwhelmingly that people are deserting towns that have stood for thousands upon thousands of years. Drawing his lifelong friend Sango aside from the crush of bodies, he shoves him into one of the overcrowded caravans in a train heading through the night to Umbar. Sango goes with Jarmil’s last parting request: to find influential dwarf pirate captain Balar Jazrul and inform him that nowhere is safe from Western attack anymore, not even the rich civilisations of the four Dwarven Clans in the vast Orocarni mountain range, the mightiest of the Dwarf Kingdoms…

**

The Rise of the Nazbukhrin is a fanfiction novel set in Harad and Rhun in the late Third Age. Inspired by the lack of people of colour in Tolkien’s mythology, and the racist way in which they were mentioned, this story combines a critique of colonialism (much less academic than it sounds) with human stories of dwarves and Men of colour. It’s not all politics, though- well, most of it is!

Like badass queer dwarven women of colour kicking ass on pirate ships?

Like to see a story about dwarves that isn’t all about Durin’s Folk?

Like to see a mentally ill, mixed race writer writing about mentally ill, mixed race people? (Try saying that three times faster)

You might like this! I’m aiming to write this from March up until There and Back Again comes out, and the story will be hosted on my Ao3 account.

I don’t think there’ll be many, if any, people of colour in the film, so this is sort of a remedy to feeling shit about the amount of whiteness in Tolkien. There’ll be queer love, magic battles pirate ships, and probably just as much travelling as is present in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. The exciting thing is that it’s not going to be a stand-alone: there’s more to come!

My credentials: I’m a mixed race, queer trans and feminine person who has a mental health disability. Full time nerd and part time activist, dwarf and hobbit lover since the age of 8. From the UK. Super stoked to write this!

The struggle will come to the East on both sides. Gondor stretches out its arm, and its ugly face now unmasked is just as grasping and covetous as it has always been. From the South comes the rise of the Zigûr, bringing a struggle for power that Harad had almost forgotten, a reason for Gondor’s forces to pour into our land and eradicate us once and for all. Destroying Sauron means destroying civilisations. We are Men and Dwarves who need to be controlled. Who need to be razed. Penned like animals. Our goods and our people to take for the betterment of the world. Their world.


Please reblog and spread the word! 

Friday, February 28, 2014
apfelgranate:


Bilbo’s cheeks have grown ruddy. “Look, I’m really— flattered, I mean, I care for you as well, very much so, but— I don’t—”
She looks away desperately, her hands fluttering around and it would be quite adorable if her words weren’t lodging themselves in Thorin’s chest like ice shards.
"Is it because I’m a dwarf?" she asks, and Bilbo’s head snaps up.
"No! It’s not that, it’s—" The hobbit exhales abruptly and plunks down onto a great tree root. She sighs again and folds her hands in her lap and looks at Thorin with dark, somber eyes.
"I… I don’t like men, Thorin.”
Something sharp and burning rushes through Thorin’s veins. It’s relief, probably.
"But I’m not," she says numbly.
"You’re not what?"
"I’m not a man." Bilbo frowns in confusion and Thorin, made bold and reckless by the song in her blood, starts to unfasten the claps holding her tunic closed, to undo the knots of her jerkin and Bilbo’s eyes go wide.
"What are you doing! Thorin—" She breaks off when Thorin’s chest is bared, just enough to see that it is very much a woman’s chest. There is a very different redness to Bilbo’s cheeks suddenly.
Bilbo swallows heavily, looking the dwarf up and down.
"…Well."
Her hands are warm on Thorin’s skin and she’s smiling.

GUYS I HAVE FOUND MY KRYPTONITE

apfelgranate:

Bilbo’s cheeks have grown ruddy. “Look, I’m really— flattered, I mean, I care for you as well, very much so, but— I don’t—”

She looks away desperately, her hands fluttering around and it would be quite adorable if her words weren’t lodging themselves in Thorin’s chest like ice shards.

"Is it because I’m a dwarf?" she asks, and Bilbo’s head snaps up.

"No! It’s not that, it’s—" The hobbit exhales abruptly and plunks down onto a great tree root. She sighs again and folds her hands in her lap and looks at Thorin with dark, somber eyes.

"I… I don’t like men, Thorin.”

Something sharp and burning rushes through Thorin’s veins. It’s relief, probably.

"But I’m not," she says numbly.

"You’re not what?"

"I’m not a man." Bilbo frowns in confusion and Thorin, made bold and reckless by the song in her blood, starts to unfasten the claps holding her tunic closed, to undo the knots of her jerkin and Bilbo’s eyes go wide.

"What are you doing! Thorin—" She breaks off when Thorin’s chest is bared, just enough to see that it is very much a woman’s chest. There is a very different redness to Bilbo’s cheeks suddenly.

Bilbo swallows heavily, looking the dwarf up and down.

"…Well."

Her hands are warm on Thorin’s skin and she’s smiling.

GUYS I HAVE FOUND MY KRYPTONITE

elegantlydisastrous:

theartfuljackdawkins:

I made myself sad imagining Stiles becoming a werewolf, and when he sees his eyes flash blue for the first time, he locks himself in the bathroom and curls up on the floor.

They’re just so blue. Painfully blue. Blindingly blue if you want to be ironic. 

Scott and the girls all try to coax him out. The Sheriff and Isaac elect to leave him be. 

And Derek waits. 

He waits until the four teens have given up. Waits until they’ve fallen asleep in pallets on the living room floor. Lydia and Allison are still facing one another as though they’d drifted off mid conversation. Isaac is sprawled out haphazardly between his girlfriend and his alpha, body splayed like a starfish. Scott’s on the floor by the couch, one hand relaxed and half curled in front of him. Kira, who won the coin toss for sofa, has an arm hanging off the edge, knuckles brushing against Scott’s just so.

It’s quiet. Still. 

Derek sneaks into to the kitchen, and he has to check a couple drawers to find the one with all the kitchen utensils. Derek’s the only one besides Isaac who grew up with siblings. He’s the only one who remembers three year old Cora becoming fond of locking people out of rooms when the Hale house smelled of warmth and supper instead of fire and ash. He’s the only one that remembers unfair advantages in hide-and-seek and "Laura it’s not fair if you lock me out!" and the answering laughter echoing down real, whole hallways.

He finds himself back at the bathroom doorway with an ice pick in hand. He can hear Stiles breathing inside, slow and steady like maybe he’s fallen asleep. Derek jiggles the pick a bit until the lock clicks open. 

Stiles is sitting on floor, back against the tub and knees drawn up so he can rest his head atop them. Derek thinks he was probably asleep before, but he isn’t now. His wide, brown gaze stares unwavering into Derek’s. Bambi eyes peaking out of wolf skin. 

The older man slides to sit next to him. Stiles doesn’t turn his head but keeps his gaze on him out of the corner of his eye like an animal that’s only very hesitantly letting you near. 

Derek pushes at his own cuticles, picks at his nails. But he doesn’t speak, doesn’t say anything. Just waits, like he’s been waiting all day. His back protests the angle, but the solidarity is comfortable, even if the position isn’t. 

Stiles opens his mouth a few times, like he wants to say something. He can’t at first, just shuts his jaw as his heart rate picks up at a steady pace.

Finally, he clicks his tongue against his teeth and says, “They’re blue,” with a little crack around the end.

Derek eyes his profile warily. None of the pack knew why Stiles had chose to sequester himself in this room, but he’d had his suspicions. The teen doesn’t meet his gaze now. Just gives a little look up at the mirror then goes back to plucking at the denim of his jeans. 

"Can I see?" 

Stiles head snaps toward him, and Derek raises his eyebrows in silent response. He tries not to let his eyes flick down to the boy’s mouth out of habit. Fails.  

He’s surprised when Stiles complies effortlessly. He always knew Stiles would make a good werewolf. He’s almost too good, picking up control like it’s a skill he’s had hiding beneath his bed. 

Derek thinks of himself. Thinks of Paige. Thinks of being alone and heartbroken with blue burning behind his eyelids. Think of his mother crouched down in front him with her hard jawline and soft smile. 

With his heart lodged behind his adam’s apple, he reaches out and rests his hand on the side of Stiles’ neck, his thumb brushing the turn of his jaw beneath the ear. Stiles’ eyes (still brilliant, glowing blue) scan his face. Right eye, left eye, mouth, and back.

"Still beautiful," Derek says finally, "just like the rest of you."

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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Big Post of Hobbit Fic Recommendations

mariejacquelyn:

  • General

Chance Consequences by archia

Chapters - 2/?

As mayor of the Shire, it falls to Bilbo Baggins to deal with the troop of nomadic dwarves who have been troubling the Shire lately. He may have some difficulty handling their leader though.

Thorin/Bilbo.

Of Dwarfs, Plans & Courtships by alkjira

Chapters - 62/?

Fili decides to court Bofur during the journey and Bilbo and Thorin have serious sexual tension. Completely adorable.

Fili/Bofur, Thorin/Bilbo, Kili/Dwalin

Of Cuddling and Dwarves by lilithiumwords

Chapters - 6/6 

Lots of hobbit snuggling.

Bilbo/Snuggling

A Token of Regard by jezebel_rising

Chapters - 1/1 

Dwalin and Bilbo end up courting Bilbo at the same time by giving him flowers with some very specific meanings.

Thorin/Bilbo, Dwalin/Bilbo

In More than the Wisdom of Years by jezebel_rising

Chapters - 1/1

Post war, from Dis’ point of view as she shows Thorin the error of his stubborn way with some extremely tough love.

Thorin/Bilbo

In Which Bilbo Baggins Forgoes Brass Buttons by kay_cricketed

Chapters - 1/1 

Bilbo gives up his ruined clothes in return for some dwarvish spares. The company greatly approves.

Bilbo/Dwarf Clothes

So I Wait For You Like A Lonely House by stopchasingflowers

Chapters - 1/1 

Post battle of five armies. Bilbo loses his voice and Thorin gives up his throne.

Thorin/Bilbo

Peace by Veskasa

Chapters 1/1

Nori has a moment to rest after a hard job.

Nori/Dwalin

The Journey Home by tirsynni

Chapters 1/1

Bilbo returns to the Shire after the Battle, not realizing everyone believed him to be dead. 

Thorin/Bilbo

Fast Falls the Eventide by KivrinEngle

Chapters 9/?

A thousand years in the future of Middle Earth dwarves are close to extinction. Bilbo is a jaded healer sent to Erelin to help them and there he reunites with some familiar figures. 

Thorin/Bilbo

A Question Asked in Person by Thorinsmut

Chapters 10/10

Emmi, a hobbit of the adventurous sort, goes off to Erebor in search of her dwarf lover.

Emmi (OC)/Balin

  • Teen

Invisible vs Indivisible by Moirai

Chapters - 12/?

Bilbo is captured by orcs and presumed dead by the company. He follows them invisibly and discovers that they mourn for him, some more than others.

Thorin/Bilbo

Thorin Oakenshield’s Majestic Diary by Fruitsie

Chapters - 2/?

Thorin keeps a Bridget Jones-esque diary during the journey, most of which focuses on being majestic and a certain hobbit.

Thorin/Bilbo

Warmth by semnai

Chapters - 5/5 

Bilbo finds some unexpected but welcome company during the cold nights.

Thorin/Bilbo

An Unexpected Addition by karategal

Chapters 32/32 

Bilbo returns to Erebor with a young Frodo, much to the delight of the entire company.

Thorin/Bilbo

This Unexpected Summer of the Heart by Lee Whimsy

Chapters 7/?

Bilbo has some dwarves drop by for a visit and they are met by a young Frodo as well.

Thorin/Bilbo

Blended in Measure by littleblackdog

Chapters 8/?

Short stories set along the way to Erebor.

Thorin/Bilbo

The Sons of Durin by KivrinEngle

Chapters - 23/23 

Bilbo is a grocer who gets dragged into a plot between the powerful businessman Smaug and the terrorist gang the Sons of Durin.

Thorin/Bilbo

A Hobbit’s Business by millionthline

Chapters 9/?

Bilbo recieves a gold necklace from Thorin and chaos follows.

Thorin/Bilbo

Bilbo Baggins and the Most Unexpected Night by Cloud_Nine

Chapters 10/?

Bilbo rescues a young Fili and Kili from child snatchers and does his best to take care of them.

Thorin/Bilbo 

Dirty Deeds (Done Dirt Cheap) by greenkangaroo

Chapters 102/?

The neverending adventures of Nori.

Nori/The World

Crystal Coffin by LadyRedFeather

Chapters 1/1

Bilbo Baggins is honored as a hero after the Battle.

Thorin/Bilbo

Gardening by TheFeelsWhale

Chapters 7/7

Where exactly do baby hobbits come from? Well now we know.

Thorin/Bilbo

  • Mature – Explicit

Burned to a Cinder by ferretbaby

Chapters - 32/?

Bilbo works as a cook in Erebor and mistakes Thorin as a rather simple-minded guard rather than the King. Fili and Kili find this hysterical.

Thorin/Bilbo

Last Homely Hole by ClassicalTorture 

Chapters - 17/?

Thorin wakes up in Bilbo’s care after passing out on the road.

Thorin/Bilbo

To Fill and Fill Again by plingo_kat

Chapters - 10/?

A series of short meme-based stories.

Fili/Kili, Fili/Kili/Thorin

Bring Your Battle to my Door by kay_cricketed

Chapters 1/1 

Post battle of five armies, lots of angry sex and Bilbo sass.

Thorin/Bilbo

Beneath the Mountains Music Woke by EmilianaDarling

Chapters – 4/6 

Thorin learns that it isn’t wise to underestimate the strength and courage of hobbits.

Thorin/Bilbo

There’s Fantasy, There’s Fallacy, There’s Tumbling Stone by brodinsons

Chapters - 1/1 

Thorin is ambushed on the way to a diplomatic meaning and has all of his hair cut off. In despair he goes to the Shire to find Bilbo.

Thorin/Bilbo

When a Lion Meets a Mouse Series by DistractionReaction  

Of Springs and SteamWhen Three is CompanySoft Words Between Prison BarsSmall Troubles in LaketownTreasures in a Bed of GoldThe Lonely Road Home, Over Paths Less Travelled

Bilbo’s blossoming relationship with Fili and Kili and what came after the battle of five armies.

Fili/Bilbo, Kili/Bilbo, Fili/Kili/Bilbo

Made and Remade the Necklace of Songs by littleblackdog

Chapters – 11/11 

The dwarves of Middle Earth dream of Heartsongs and hobbits carry the name of their soul mate, but Bilbo has never been able to read his. Thorin, on the other hand, can.

Thorin/Bilbo

An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn

Chapters 35/?

Bilbo dies on his way to Valinor with Frodo and is sent back in time by a mysterious figure to prevent the deaths of the line of Durin.

Thorin/Bilbo

Baggins and the Smith by elluvias

Chapters - 22/?

Bilbo finds himself with three dwarves on his hands when they come looking for work in the Shire.

Thorin/Bilbo

Sleeping Series by keelywolfe  

For Those Who Cannot SleepAnd No Rest Shall We FindMoments Between WakingPast Bedtime

Lots of mischief between the sheets.

Fili/Kili, Thorin/Bilbo

Unexpected Aspects of Unexpected Journeys Series by TikaOn 

Five time Bilbo inadvertently turned someone on, and one time someone did it to himNightly NoisesUnder Covers and DarknessUnder Control 

Bilbo and Thorin get very intimately acquainted with each other during their travels.

Thorin/Bilbo

Boon Companions by Quasar

Chapters - 27/?

The bits of the story that Bilbo would never ever include in his book for Frodo.

Multiple/Bilbo

Your Axe to My Throat, My Knife to Yours by Thorinsmut

Chapters – 24/24

Dwalin is a guardsman and Nori is the thief he is determined to bring down.

Nori/Dwalin

Not Yet Into Death, My Dear Bilbo by Aravis

Chapters - 4/?

Bilbo is grievously wounded and taken to Rivendell, pursued by Thorin.

Thorin/Bilbo

When Their Need is too Great by Forianna

Chapters 1/?

Fili and Kili keep their burglar warm on a cold night.

Fili/Kili/Bilbo

A Halo On Your Body by freakylemurcat

Chapters 1/1 

Bilbo decides he’s very interested in the way dwarves decorate their bodies with piercings and tattoos.

Thorin/Bilbo

Seen And Not Touched by pherede

Chapters - 1/1 

Thorin takes Bilbo as his consort in a very public claiming ritual.

Thorin/Bilbo

Anything by thorinsexenshield 

Gratuitous porn

Anything by Sospes 

Fili/Kili and feels

Take Me From My Lace by littleblackdog

Chapters 15/?

Fem!Bilbo is an underwear model and Thorin is the firefighter who isn’t quite sure what to do with her. 

Thorin/Fem!Bilbo

For Those Who Wonder series by Eshli

The Curious Nature of Hobbits, A Lovely Touch

Bilbo makes his own toys on the road. 

Thorin/Bilbo

The Lay of Dwalin the Dwarf series by Glorfindel

The Secret, In Ered Luin

Bofur finds out a secret about Dwalin and it changes their lives forever. 

Bofur/Dwalin

The Road Delivered Us Home by keelywolfe

Chapters 22/23

Bilbo returns from Erebor having lost his heart and gained a nephew. What he didn’t count on was getting a dwarf as well. 

Thorin/Bilbo

A Pinch of Cinnamon by ThorinOakenshield

Chapters 17/?

Bilbo works at a cafe frequented by Thorin. Fluff and angst soon follow. 

Thorin/Bilbo

King and Dragonheart by manic_intent

Chapters 19/19

Dragons are common in Middle Earth and Bilbo and his dragon Myrtle have traveled to Erebor for war negotiations.

Thorin/Bilbo

Proofreading by keelywolfe

Chapters 1/1

Bilbo sneaks into the king’s room to see what Thorin thought of his book.

Thorin/Bilbo

Touch my mouth and hold my tongue… by thorinsexenshield

Chapters 1/1

Bilbo shows Thorin who is really in charge.

Thorin/Bilbo

The Golden Thread by sam_ptarmigan

Chapters 16/16

Dwalin seeks out his older brother to teach him the ways of the world.

Balin/Dwalin

Saudade by Thorinsmut

Chapters 10/10

The company is reborn in modern day and Nori works to hunt everyone down. 

Nori/Dwalin

Throne Games by windchijmes

Chapters 3/3

With as mouthy as he is, Fili needs to be punished once in a while.

Fili/Multiple

All Fingers and Thumbs by Jon

Chapters 1/1

Ori and Dwalin have a moment in the privacy of Bag End.

Ori/Dwalin

An Unexpected Romance series by Forianna and thorinsexenshield

A Reprieve, A King’s Frustration, When You Think No One Is Watching, Breath of Life, Making Up for Lost Time, A Puff of Old-Toby,  What Happens in Laketown…, The Only Thing That I Ask, The Dawn, A New Day

Thorin/Bilbo, Multi

Friday, February 14, 2014

Five things that unsettle Bilbo Baggins about his travelling companions

leupagus:

silentstep:

1.)    The dwarves spar as they journey, in the mornings or evenings, or sometimes when they break for the midday meal.  Sometimes they divide into teams, sometimes it’s a massive free-for-all, and not even the brothers and family units among them will help one another.  Sometimes one dwarf stands on a rock and the goal is to knock him down and take his place and defend it alone, other times they simply pile into each other and all may use the terrain however they please.  Sometimes they all attack Thorin at once, and he holds them off with sword and axe, or sword and the oaken branch that gave him his name, or the sword alone, or barefisted, wrestling and biting and kicking.  Sometimes they have one-on-one spars, or two-on-one or small groups against other small groups.  No one seems to hold back at all.  The company goes around with bruises, groaning as they ride the next day with wrenched muscles, ruefully let each other help staunch a bleeding wound.

          “Someone’s going to get killed,” Bilbo had said with certainty after a week of watching this, but Gandalf only smiled.

          He gained some perspective when, during an unarmed melee, Balin neatly sidestepped a punch from Dori that smashed the tree behind him to splinters.  Because he’s seen dwarves take blows from Dori before, and they always leave bruises that last for days– but never more than that.

          Fili wasn’t sparring that day– he was still recovering from the near-drowning– and thus was sharpening his swords next to Bilbo and keeping one eye on the proceedings, yelling out the occasional encouragement or taunt.

          “What’re you gawping at there, Mister Baggins?”

          “Ori’s never managed to raise a single bruise on any of you,” he said slowly.  “What would happen if he struck me?”

          “Don’t worry, Gandalf warned us all not to.  You Shirelings are a soft little folk, hm?  ‘–but they’ll surprise you, Master Dwarf,’ you know how he is.”

          “Soft is what you call not having a harder skull than a tree, is it?”

          “Couldn’t’ve been a very hard wood,”  Fili snorted.  “Half-dead, too.  Dori’s pulling his punches.  He has to, he’s stronger than Dwalin even.”  He glanced over at Bilbo, who was still wide-eyed.  “You said you’d read a good deal about elves.  That you’d studied them.  How would you describe ’em?”

          “Describe elves?  Well… fair, tall.  Wise, immortal beings, the Firstborn of the Peoples of Middle-Earth–”

          “Well, whether any of that’s true,” interrupted Fili with a bit of a grimace, “we were made by Mahal, not Illuvatar.  And Mahal considered it rather more important than being tall, aye, or fair in the eyes of some, that dwarves be tough.

          Of all the things to be proud of, Bilbo thought.  But then he supposed they had to be proud of something, if they knew they were not made to be fair or wise or tall or immortal– or given a land like the Shire, with the gifts and the knowledge to till it.

2.)       Occasionally they stay at inns, in villages of Men that are apparently friendlier than others.  Bilbo has no idea what kind of unseen sign marks them apart, but the dwarves recognize something about them as they pass and Gloin takes out his ledger and abacus and talks to Thorin and Balin and Dwalin in low tones before Thorin announces whether they will enter.  Bifur and Bofur bring whatever toys they will have made since the last one, and sometimes a nicely inked scroll by Balin or Ori.  Dori might contribute a knitted scarf or hat or mittens or foot-mittens (at which name Fili and Kili fall about laughing and even Gandalf’s mustache wobbles suspiciously).  Thorin ties back his hair and disappears into the local forge for the evening.  Nori just… disappears.

They share rooms, because there are fifteen of them, and no matter who he rooms with Bilbo has never seen a single dwarf sleep in a bed.  The beds are right there, comfortable and inviting, and yet every single member of the company he has seen sleep— which is everyone except Gandalf— strips the sheets and blankets off their bed and carry them into a corner of the room to pile on the floor like a nest.

"Why do you do that?”

"Bad enough we’re on the second floor," Gloin grumbled.  "Sleep raised up off it?  No thank you, laddie.  We’re far enough away from stone as it is.

3.)  The metal pins go right through their ears!  Holes!  In their ears!  That they punched with needles and let scar around bits of metal that were still in there!  And he thought they looked far too regular for birthmarks but they’re self-inflicted, stabbed repeatedly with needles (again!) and stained with dyes that surely cannot be anything other than poisonous, to mark so permanently; what exactly is so wrong with the bodies they were born with?

4.)   Bilbo is perfectly familiar with the practice of breaking apart chicken bones to get at the marrow inside.  Healthy stuff, that, though you must be careful not to swallow bone splinters.  At home, if they had no guests in front of whom good manners must be practiced, his mother would bite down on them rather than bothering to get out the claw crackers.  His father would laugh and call her a barbarian.

But the dwarves crack open the bones of sheep with their teeth, crunch down on the leg bones of deer after the meat has been stripped from it.  There’s “Mahal made us to be tough” and then there’s having the jaw strength of a pack of wolves, and apparently the table manners to match.  It nearly puts him off his dinner.

5.)   In full darkness, the dwarves’ eyes widen and gleam like cats’.  In that first instant when they come into light again, if Bilbo looks quick enough, their eyes are black nearly edge-to-edge.  He strongly dislikes the way it makes him feel like a prey animal among predators.

 

1.)   SERIOUSLY HOW DOES HE WALK EVERYWHERE WITH BARE FEET.  SHARP ROCKS.  TWIGS.  THORNS.  SNOW.  WHAT IN THE NAME OF MAHAL.  GANDALF EXPLAIN YOUR BURGLAR.

GUYS

READ THIS

BEST 5 THINGS/1 THING STORY I’VE EVER READ

qhuinn:

definitelyahalewolf:


That night, when she sneaks out of the house, Stiles follows her all the way downtown to a dark alley, where she meets up with a stranger.
His mother exchanges envelops with a man driving a big truck. And when the man seems to be content, she makes a gesture to the shadows and two teens are suddenly coming out of the darkness.
They look like siblings. Both tall, with dark hair, pale eyes and matching broody expressions on their dirty faces. The sister, who looks older, hugs Stiles’ mom in a tight embrace while the boy stands there.
It takes Stiles a while to recognize them. After all, it’s been almost two years since he last saw Laura and Derek Hale.
He observes Derek, the way he fists his hands and clenches his jaw when Stiles’ mom pats his back and he understands Derek hates humans.
He turns around and Stiles can see he has a big bruise on the side of his face. Immediately, he understands something awful must have happened, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach makes him sick.
Stiles’ mom cups Derek’s cheek, speaking something Stiles can’t hear and then the siblings are climbing inside the truck without a glance back.
Stiles understands his mother has paid that driver to take them out of Beacon Hills, but why? And more importantly, where are the other members of their family?

Ok ,so . First time using a tablet to draw! This SUCKS , I seriously don’t know how to art ,especially with this thingy , sigh . But I reread Enemy Lines by qhuinn (x) last night , and I had so many feels I just had to do something! 
 

Oh my god, I love this!!! I love the fact that you decided to draw this of all things, too. Thank you so much, you just made my Valentines Day. <3

qhuinn:

definitelyahalewolf:

That night, when she sneaks out of the house, Stiles follows her all the way downtown to a dark alley, where she meets up with a stranger.

His mother exchanges envelops with a man driving a big truck. And when the man seems to be content, she makes a gesture to the shadows and two teens are suddenly coming out of the darkness.

They look like siblings. Both tall, with dark hair, pale eyes and matching broody expressions on their dirty faces. The sister, who looks older, hugs Stiles’ mom in a tight embrace while the boy stands there.

It takes Stiles a while to recognize them. After all, it’s been almost two years since he last saw Laura and Derek Hale.

He observes Derek, the way he fists his hands and clenches his jaw when Stiles’ mom pats his back and he understands Derek hates humans.

He turns around and Stiles can see he has a big bruise on the side of his face. Immediately, he understands something awful must have happened, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach makes him sick.

Stiles’ mom cups Derek’s cheek, speaking something Stiles can’t hear and then the siblings are climbing inside the truck without a glance back.

Stiles understands his mother has paid that driver to take them out of Beacon Hills, but why? And more importantly, where are the other members of their family?

Ok ,so . First time using a tablet to draw! This SUCKS , I seriously don’t know how to art ,especially with this thingy , sigh . But I reread Enemy Lines by qhuinn (xlast night , and I had so many feels I just had to do something! 

 

Oh my god, I love this!!! I love the fact that you decided to draw this of all things, too. Thank you so much, you just made my Valentines Day. <3

Saturday, February 8, 2014

m1b1rd:

Inspired by and made for the beautiful story “Nothing Gold Can Stay" by bilboo(perkynurples)

Sunday, February 2, 2014

dwalinroxxx:

Long live the king, the king is dead.
Your prayers won’t call him back to your bed
With all this blood I’ve laced upon the moon.
No spells or tricks will bring him home,
Long live the king, the king is mine,
The king is dead.

A SERIES NOW. First part of head-canon here.
I was asked for glimpses of Fili&Kili’s part in this story, so there’s what we have.
There was another side to Erebor’s swiftly growing prosperity and wealth – toughening laws and harsh punishments for insubordination, garrison state and dangerous alliances with those who were considered foes for hundreds of years. As one might expect, not all dwarves were content with that state of affairs, including former company of Thorin, as they could hardly recognize their king in his horrifying actions. At first they suspected it was the Durin’s curse, a gold lust, redoubled by Arkenstone, but even Thror never was so cruel and cunning. Somebody had to do something until the consequences of Thorin’s actions would become irreparable, even if it means to disobey direct orders and act behind the king’s back. It worked well until Fili had become a witness to something much worse than evidence of gold lust. Whatever it is he saw, the retribution was immediate – death sentence, but before the execution he spent several days down in the torture chambers where Bilbo interrogated him about other insurgents.
Fili’s execution was the final straw that convinced Thorin’s company that their king is more than sick - he is possessed by something that needs to be stopped and if king’s death is what it takes to save him, then so be it.

THE FIRES OF REBELLION ARE COMING.