Synopsis: The Rise of the Nazbukhrin – 2014
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.”
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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."
Big Post of Hobbit Fic Recommendations
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.
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
Chapters - 6/6
Lots of hobbit snuggling.
Chapters - 1/1
Dwalin and Bilbo end up courting Bilbo at the same time by giving him flowers with some very specific meanings.
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.
Chapters - 1/1
Bilbo gives up his ruined clothes in return for some dwarvish spares. The company greatly approves.
Chapters - 1/1
Post battle of five armies. Bilbo loses his voice and Thorin gives up his throne.
Nori has a moment to rest after a hard job.
Bilbo returns to the Shire after the Battle, not realizing everyone believed him to be dead.
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.
Emmi, a hobbit of the adventurous sort, goes off to Erebor in search of her dwarf lover.
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.
Chapters - 2/?
Thorin keeps a Bridget Jones-esque diary during the journey, most of which focuses on being majestic and a certain hobbit.
Chapters - 5/5
Bilbo finds some unexpected but welcome company during the cold nights.
Bilbo returns to Erebor with a young Frodo, much to the delight of the entire company.
Bilbo has some dwarves drop by for a visit and they are met by a young Frodo as well.
Short stories set along the way to Erebor.
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.
Bilbo recieves a gold necklace from Thorin and chaos follows.
Bilbo rescues a young Fili and Kili from child snatchers and does his best to take care of them.
The neverending adventures of Nori.
Bilbo Baggins is honored as a hero after the Battle.
Where exactly do baby hobbits come from? Well now we know.
- Mature – Explicit
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.
Chapters - 17/?
Thorin wakes up in Bilbo’s care after passing out on the road.
Chapters - 10/?
A series of short meme-based stories.
Post battle of five armies, lots of angry sex and Bilbo sass.
Chapters – 4/6
Thorin learns that it isn’t wise to underestimate the strength and courage of hobbits.
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.
When a Lion Meets a Mouse Series by DistractionReaction
Bilbo’s blossoming relationship with Fili and Kili and what came after the battle of five armies.
Fili/Bilbo, Kili/Bilbo, Fili/Kili/Bilbo
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.
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.
Chapters - 22/?
Bilbo finds himself with three dwarves on his hands when they come looking for work in the Shire.
Sleeping Series by keelywolfe
Lots of mischief between the sheets.
Unexpected Aspects of Unexpected Journeys Series by TikaOn
Bilbo and Thorin get very intimately acquainted with each other during their travels.
Chapters - 27/?
The bits of the story that Bilbo would never ever include in his book for Frodo.
Chapters – 24/24
Dwalin is a guardsman and Nori is the thief he is determined to bring down.
Chapters - 4/?
Bilbo is grievously wounded and taken to Rivendell, pursued by Thorin.
Fili and Kili keep their burglar warm on a cold night.
Bilbo decides he’s very interested in the way dwarves decorate their bodies with piercings and tattoos.
Chapters - 1/1
Thorin takes Bilbo as his consort in a very public claiming ritual.
Fili/Kili and feels
Fem!Bilbo is an underwear model and Thorin is the firefighter who isn’t quite sure what to do with her.
For Those Who Wonder series by Eshli
Bilbo makes his own toys on the road.
The Lay of Dwalin the Dwarf series by Glorfindel
Bofur finds out a secret about Dwalin and it changes their lives forever.
Bilbo returns from Erebor having lost his heart and gained a nephew. What he didn’t count on was getting a dwarf as well.
Bilbo works at a cafe frequented by Thorin. Fluff and angst soon follow.
Dragons are common in Middle Earth and Bilbo and his dragon Myrtle have traveled to Erebor for war negotiations.
Bilbo sneaks into the king’s room to see what Thorin thought of his book.
Bilbo shows Thorin who is really in charge.
Dwalin seeks out his older brother to teach him the ways of the world.
The company is reborn in modern day and Nori works to hunt everyone down.
With as mouthy as he is, Fili needs to be punished once in a while.
Ori and Dwalin have a moment in the privacy of Bag End.
Five things that unsettle Bilbo Baggins about his travelling companions
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.
BEST 5 THINGS/1 THING STORY I’VE EVER READ