I Am Going To Make A Semi Official Announcement On My In No Way Shape Or Form Official Tumblr Account.

I am about to rant about the movies and acting and such, I want to make it clear that I am merely a film student with nothing but a certificate for the time being therefor I am not a professional with any professional opinion.

This is just me and my thoughts as a NYFA graduate and a gay ass BagginShield shipper.

The amount of times Tauriel and Kili’s love story is paralleled with Bilbo and Thorin’s scenes is literally a filmmaking technique to portray the two relationships without getting castigated by the audience.

Which also brings to my attention a possibility of Tauriel being made a character for the heavily disapproved of and messy love triangle thing, as a way to draw the attention away from Martin and Richard making Bilbo and Thorin’s story one of beautifully grown friendship, to love, to an toxic and tragic end.

Sound familiar? Because that’s similar to Kili and Tauriel, though they had the freedom of exploring more into the romance then the friendship that the main characters had to work with. Because who wants to see a straight couple slow burn? Plenty but not people who ogle at hot red heads such as myself, (I love my girlfriend guys).

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Example 1:

The scene of Balin telling Thorin that someone needs to go save Bilbo (while he’s in with Smaug).

Cuts to Bofur giving Tauriel the weed and asking what she’s going to do with it, she responds by saying “I’m going to save him”

Clean cut back to Thorin running into the mountain, not for the gold as he hasn’t even seen it yet, but he’s looking for Bilbo.

Example 2:

Tauriel crying over Kili, asking Thranduil why it hurt so much, and knowing the comfort she needed, he tells her; “because it was real.”

Then we get to Bilbo crying over Thorin, Gandalf sitting down with him and just being there, knowing the comfort that Bilbo needed.

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And yes I did in fact rant to my Poppy about this before finishing it and ended up in an in depth discussion about Peter Jackson’s directing on it in general. Normal Sunday night tbh.

Anyway THANK YOU FOR THIS TED TALK ❤️🫶🏿

AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!

the lovely Pangur commissioned me to draw some of @themarchrabbit‘s (Lapin) fics, in this case, A Thousand Stars I Wear, an adorable and amazingly interesting Fíli/Ori fic!!!

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⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 ⏖ ’ CANON FACTS ABOUT PIPPIN (idk if its "canon" or "cannon" but anyway-) according to the books !!

+ reblog if you have things to add, i probably missed some infos :3

splashes water absolutely everywhere when he takes a bath + likes to sing while he does so (fotr, book 1, chap. 5)

in lothlorien, the fellowship had to cross a very complicated bridge (i don't remember what it was exactly, i think it was made of ropes or smth). he was the only one of the hobbits who managed it very well because "he was sure-footed" (fotr, book 2, chap. 6)

when he was kidnapped with Merry, the orcs whipped them to make them run + a plan was hatched to make orcs believe they had the Ring (he was imitating Gollum) + he had been wounded at his arm + when they managed to escape from them, he was the one who made decisions etc, he was the most lucid (ttt, book 1, chap. 2)

when he and Merry first arrived in Fangorn, it reminded him of a place in Tuckborough, the "Took House", where "the furniture hadn't been moved for generations" (because it was very stuffy and dark). nothing in this place mentionned "changed in a century, when the Old Took died" (ttt, book 3, chap. 3)

when they traveled with Treebeard, he tried to count Ent's steps but quickly lost track (ttt, book 3, chap. 3)

his first impression of Theoden King was that he was a "good old man, very polite" (ttt, book 3, chap. 8)

when he saw Gandalf for the first time since his "death" in Fangorn, the first thing the wizard told him was "get up, you fool of a Took ! where is Treebard, for god's sake ? i need to see him, quick !" (ttt, book 3, chap. 9)

one of the reasons he wanted to look in the Palantir was that he was frustrated that Gandalf took it from him without telling him anything, whithout any explanations or informations, even though "he was the one who picked it up." he talks abt it with Merry just before he looks into it (ttt, book 3, chap. 11)

when he looked into the Palantir and "talked" with Sauron, he felt as if he was being "pierced with knives" (ttt, book 3, chap. 11)

at Minas Tirith, he spent most of his days with Beregond (a knight of Gondor) and his son Bergil (rotk, book 1, chap. 1)

his father cultivates some lands around Whitwell, its near Tuckborough (rotk, book 1, chap. 1)

in march he said he was "almost 29", then his bday is probably in april (rotk, book 1, chap. 1)

he's smaller than a 10yo boy (Bergil is 5' and he's around 4') lol (book 1, chap. 1)

he had been smashed by a troll during the battle of the black gate. its Gimli who saved him. he recovered only one week later (which is a bit odd. wdym a troll fell on him and one week later he walks around like nothing happens) (rotk, book 5, chap. 10 + book 6, chap. 4)

just after the war, at the Cormallen fields, him and Merry were serving the kings during the feast (rotk, book 6, chap. 4)

when the hobbits came back to the Shire, Saruman had taken possession of their lands so there was a war, and it was Merry and Pippin who fought the most and lead the others (rotk, book 6, chap. 8)

he lived for some years with Merry in Crickhollow. they were very, very popular bc of their swords and height and all (i can understand, they are sexy af), some called them of "royal" (rotk, book 6, chap. 9)

<3

PS : im sorry guys, my lotr books are in french, then all the quotes i wrote are note exactly the same as the original bc i translated it !!

kiss on ur hairy feet :3

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

don’t attempt to be cute if you’re easily spooked or have siblings with the tendency to ignore your privacy wandering about

Frodo listening to Aragorn’s stories about Númenor with quiet fascination, his love for lore and history shining through.

Frodo being the only one patient enough to sit through Gandalf’s long explanations, genuinely enjoying the depth of knowledge.

Frodo sharing a quiet understanding with Boromir, both of them burdened by duty.

Frodo smiling whenever Legolas describes the beauty of the Elven realms, though a flicker of longing crosses his face.

Frodo comforting Merry and Pippin after hard times, reminding them they’re stronger than they realize, and thankful they came along, even if it was just an accident at first.

Frodo instinctively reaching for Sam in moments of doubt, drawing strength from his presence even without words.

Frodo quietly writing in his journal at night, capturing the journey not just for history, but to remind himself that he is still himself.

Frodo trying to never let the Ring take away his kindness, even when it weighs heavier than anything he’s ever known.

Frodo proving, time and time again, that he is more than just the Ring-bearer—he is a friend, a scholar, and a heart too big for the burden he carries.

Thorin at the height of the dragon sickness dressing Bilbo in the finest of clothes and jewls. That's it, that's the prompt

yes.

"This is ridiculous..." Muttered Bilbo as he examined himself in a dusty, near broke mirror, running his fingers over the cold feel of Mithril that weighed his chest. He wasn't sure what to make of it, in all honesty; Thorin's 'token of friendship' had very well dazed him. In the truth of those words, he pondered if he'd misread Thorin's acts of kindness and that of possible affection to be more than friendship. He wasn't suited for a king after all, he was... well, a Baggins of Bag End! Nothing more to it; Yet Mithril stared back at him with a different story.

Bilbo slumped down to his bed, in the private chambers Thorin gave him, well---insisted he must have. He didn't recall anyone else in the company talking of their own room, now that he thought of it. He rubbed his weary eyes and sighed, tapping a foot repeatedly against the stone floor. Thorin was not himself, that had become clear, so did this gift of fondness come from a darker place, or had it truly been from the dwarf's heart? Bilbo smacked a hand to his face in unknowing frustration. Why did dwarves have to be so cryptic?

The knock of his door startled him up. "Ah---yes, come in!" He cleared his throat and grabbed for his over coat, fussing to get it on and praying to whatever sort of spirits roamed the halls that it was not Thorin for a multitude of reasons. He felt the heavy bulk of the Arkenstone move in his pocket that made him feel queasy.

Lucky him, it was Balin. "Sorry to bother you laddie." He said kindly, though his smile sunk down soon after as if he were to deliver unsavory news. "Thorin wishes to see you."

Bilbo's heart jumped to be at least twice as fast then; had he finally found out he had been keeping the Arkenstone? Was he being removed from the company? He did do his duty, technically speaking... or perhaps Thorin had another reason to get rid of him. Balin's smile was the only thing to console him that it wasn't something horrid. "Er, what did he say he wanted me for, exactly?"

"Oh, not sure." Balin shook his head. "Something about dressing you, is what I heard."

"Dressing?" Bilbo could barely speak the word aloud, as it came with far too many connotations for his liking. "As in literal?"

"Suppose that's between you and him."

Suddenly Bilbo felt his face grow unimaginably hot. With a pat on the back that could only be read as 'good luck', Balin left his side. A few careful steps in a new corner of Erebor he had yet to see, he eyed Thorin's figure from afar, and as his hand went to reached for support on a nearby shelf, a parade of coins and goods fell to the floor with a loud clank. Bilbo winced, waiting for the noise to fully die down; well, maybe he was about to be hired as a jester.

"Master Baggins." Thorin called to him, his voice riddled with command as if it could be faltered by no one.

"Yes, right, ah---" Bilbo stepped over the mess he'd caused and made his way over more awkwardly than he should've. "Here. And Bilbo is fine, no need for all the... 'Master' business. I'd like to think we're on familiar enough terms." He went to fiddle around with his pockets, but drew back at the feel of the Arkenstone. He really needed a proper hiding place if being this close to Thorin was going to be a regular occurrence.

Thorin turned a shoulder to acknowledge the presence of Nori and Bofur, who were likely tending to another odd job, standing (not so subtly) to watch before quickly pretending they weren't doing so at all. "Leave us." Was all he said to make the two dwarves scatter out.

"So," Bilbo started, patting at his sides, trying to make little eye contact. "Balin said you, er... wanted to dress... me." His heart picked up again.

With a silent nod Thorin lifted a hefty crown clad in solid gold from a table that held many treasures. The crown was embedded with shining dark blue gems, and out of it was the figure of a great raven. "If you are to be at a kings side," He stepped forward and held the crown high, placing it a-top the hobbit's head. "Then you should look the part."

"Thorin I---I can't wear this," Bilbo chuckled, holding to the crown that was a bit too large for him. "I'm not like you. I'm just... a hobbit. Far from dwarven royalty." He lifted his shoulders to shrug.

"You are more than you credit yourself to be." Said Thorin, as he then brought near an elegant robe much to his own, lined with fur and detailed embroidery. "Take off that odious coat the men of the Lake swayed you in; you need not wear its burden."

Bilbo had little excuses left to argue with that, though he did suppose he could use a decent change of clothing after rolling away from a displeased dragon. He slipped the weight off his arms, holding it to his chest as he grew in search for a place to keep it. He hastily placed it on an empty stool, and the aches of the Arkenstone tugged at him. He could be at ease if you gave it to him, maybe. His thoughts conflicted, till the sudden feel of Thorin's hands brushing against his shoulders turned his mind elsewhere; he guided his arms through the robe, and over Mithril it lay, drowning him in wonderus riches.

"You hold beauty unlike any other." Thorin's hand lifted Bilbo's chin, directing his eyes to look upon a golden mirror that reflected their figures. "It deserves to be treasured, to be kept from the wrong gaze. When you stand by me no one will treat you lower ever again; they will see us as one, and flock to our command."

There Bilbo saw them, a possibility, a future, and there he fell to Thorin's words. He watched the hobbit that stared back at him, the crown above his head that promised a life loved by all---a great kingdom, and someone to share its bliss with. He then did not yearn for the comforts of Bag End; what had he left there? Was he to deny an offer most could only dream of, to return to a lonely hole in the ground for the rest of his days? He found it hard to imagine going back to a life missing what he'd grown so used to over the course of their journey, and that of Thorin's touch he did not wish to see go most.

Bilbo let his eyes fall shut, leaning back to the warmth of Thorin that made his heart sure of itself. "Would you truly take me?"

At that, Thorin scaled down Bilbo's arm, taking hold of his hand with gentle ease, looking to him through the mirror. "I would have you in this life and all those after."

This is sending me like why are they attacking him 😭😭😭

Precisely

BAGGINSHIELD HEADCANONS

COOKING SKILLS

Thorin - He's good at cooking dishes that don't require many steps. Simple things like pasta, eggs, meat...

Bilbo - An experienced cook, he's really good at desserts. Likes to keep a clean kitchen while he cooks.

PAST RELATIONSHIPS

Neither for the two of them. They are akward middle-aged men, virgins. Bilbo is too shy to admit that his only romantic knowledge comes from books.

SHOW OF AFFECTION

Thorin- He's more likely to use gestures rather than words. He likes to buy Bilbo expensive things.

Bilbo- He is more prone to using words, He also enjoys using the written word, writing poetry and praises to Thorin.

They are both embarrassed to show affection in public but feel safe when they are alone or with close people.

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