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I love the hobbit fandom so much but please, my loves, my sweet baby pebbles, please… stop using really bad metal working analogies

Work hardened/annealed=

When you want to soften a metal to make it more pliable you heat it, this is called annealing. This is done when something you are working gets work hardened or develops tenseness that makes it fragile

So like.. if you’re writing some Bagginshield smut or fluff like you do (ha) you could say “Bilbo seemed to anneal under the heat of Thorins hands”

You’re welcome

- your local dwarrow jeweler

Hobbits make terrible pets I guess

Serves him right.

Thorin carving wooden toys and Bilbo painting them and they give them out to all the children that migrate to Erebor with their families:

There isn’t actually as much to do as one would think. Winter settled in hard and fast and with heat restored and water running there wasn’t much that could be done by Bilbo or Thorin personally as much as it drove them both crazy.

One night by the fire Thorin eyes up a small chunk of fire wood, grabbing it and taking a leather roll from inside a drawer of his writing desk containing some knives and files. He starts to whittle away at the wood. Bilbo grimaces at the mess it’s making but suddenly all those shavings bring something to mind

After the last snow of the season has passed families will be arriving in Erebor. Many of whom had to leave most of their belongings behind and many of those families will have children who will be scared and exhausted and missing their old homes not yet understanding what a haven Erebor is.

“Say… how many of those do you think you could make in a day” Bilbo hummed thoughtful

‘A dwarrow dame of Erebor’

She’s so pretty I’m in fits. What’s her name? What’s her job? What’s her story?

Brain storm:

I imagine she is very much in the upper class, if she works then she works a soft craft possibly with textiles. Perhaps she works with a manual loom and between that an an instrument she plays she has very callused finger tips for a lady of the upper class.

I imagine there is very little visual distinction between men and women in all classes but the upper classes are all very prettied up.

She uses gold, oxidization from bronze in powder and fat to make eye shadow too (also lapis is ground to a powder for make up as well but it’s not a color this dame wears often) (Thorin wheres so much eye coal and never washes it off before bed. His pillow looks like it belongs to Bofur)

Her parents are likely merchants who spend a lot of time away from Erebor traveling as far so Gondor and the Blue mountains returning with gifts for her.

She is only young, about 65, old enough to work with her grandmother in textile production but not old enough to travel with her parents on such dangerous roads. Though she is born at the beginning of the age of men there are still orc strong holds and devotees to the fallen enemy that are known to waylay caravans of traders

Thrirli daughter of Flenik the merchant.

‘Lamb’

I love dragon sickness Thorin so much (as in I hate him) I always love when people write him becoming a dragon and a total dick at the same time

A illustration I miiighhhhttt finish

Full disclosure Avenge the living chapter two is done but I’m a little concerned you guys because I have a vision for the story and it’s a bit dark and intense if that’s okay

Thinking about this ent wife taking a nap in someone’s backyard

Imagine if Dori and Nori were both dwarrowdames the whole time and they were just there to look after their shit ass nerd little brother.

The fact that when bitch ass bitch Azog killed Thrór he branded his name on his head means that that absolute sun stricken snot cough can write.. who caught him to write? And why!? Specifically so he could do hair like that? Does he know how to write other things? Does he sit does at his little orc writing desk and pen letters to his boss? What a loser.

This feels so wrong… GANDALF? Followed by.. Legolas… okay maybe I am just strange and off putting…that’s fine. You know what? I’ll take it

Someone said they liked the idea of Thorin using hand gestures and not talking much when he doesn’t have to (think somewhat selectively mute, maybe using Iglishmêk) and Bilbo yapper who fills every pause with his thoughts.

Bilbo: -and then he said ‘we can’t plant roses on the terraces, they’ll freeze’ can you believe that? We had the last winter snow six weeks ago- dear, where are the measuring spoons

Thorin: *doesn’t look up from his mountain of shitty paperwork, gestures vaguely in the direction of the a drawer that he put them in*

Bilbo: *rifling through the drawer* what do you think though? About the roses? Surely we can’t be expecting anymore snow? The-

Thorin: *without looking up* There’s not enough sun on the terrace you’re thinking of…

Bilbo: but-!

Thorin: plant them at the gates..

Bilbo: oh… o////o

A drawing of Thorin that baby Dis got ahold of and added some important details that the artist left out (sorry Dis)

Elves yawn like snakes. Pass it on…

Here’s the backgroundy version before it was looking a bit scant with just the white

Thorin and Frodo, because I love drawing them together so much

Also I need to add that this literally took me 6:35 hours to draw 😭😮‍💨

“Come on my boy.. your papa is expecting us”

Thorin enjoys his father-son bonding time but he can’t help but get a bit emotional.

When did his little Frodo get so big?

WIP for ‘After Training’

Thorin and Frodo are going back home after a very busy afternoon of goofing around training.

He’s getting a little misty eyed remembering his nephews being that little and also realizing how tall his little half hobbit son is already getting.

That last chapter of SanSûkh almost got be gang. I’m still ugly crying

I enjoy when people make the elves as creepy and upsetting as they actually are.

Gimli (who loves Legolas) looking at him looking down his arrow as he aims for a rabbit that seems far to far away to shoot: are you sure you can make that?

Legolas then takes the shot and slowly turns to Gimli with terrifying cat pupils and a very creepy sharp canined smile: I got him.