AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!

I keep telling myself to wait til I get a new iPad to draw and then I can post some stuff, but I’m getting impatient gang, I’m just gonna post my sketches cause why not

unless they specifically asked, you don’t get to tell a fanfic writer you think they mischaracterized the character by the way. because the second someone writes a fanfic about a character, that character becomes the writer’s own version of the character. canon is only a suggestion, but whether or not an author will follow it / how much of canon an author will take is entirely up to them. you don’t get to stick your nose in their world and tell them “hey this is not to my liking therefore I think you’re doing it wrong” when you can simply leave quietly and move on to something else you may enjoy

The Witch King's very bad day continues.

I love the hc that dwarves who cut their hair are either shamed or in mourning but cutting your hair is a huge part of self expression!! and I think of dwarven hair as the ultimate form of telling every other dwarf who you are and what you do in life

so I propose that ceratin crafts require cutting your hair in a specific way. you can't confuse it with shame or mourning because everyone knows what that very specific pattern is.

for example! Ori has bangs. bangs are perfect for a scribe! you never have to worry about hair blocking your immediate vision, especially when you are handling old documents where you can't afford to touch anything but the paper in front of you. so you see a dwarf with bangs and immediately know they're a scribe

example 2! Dwalin is half bald and the top of his head is tattooed which sounds pretty painful. what if that's just the hairstyle of warriors? they test your dedication to guarding and protecting and sacrifice by making you shave the top of your head and tattooing it. this also works great as a deterant, like imagine someone thinking to assassinate crown prince Fili but they see Dwalin with his shaved tatted head staring into their soul and they just. slowly back away. you don't fuck with dwarves whose soul craft is being a warrior, especially when they want you to see them coming by announcing to the world that I'm so dedicated to this, I shave the top of my head every day

Witerwy me gang, never found something more true

always torn between "this is fanfiction, it doesn't need to be 100% realistic" and "if i get even a single fact about this obscure thing wrong, i am going to be violently killed with hammers"

I am going to make a semi official announcement on my in no way shape or form official Tumblr account.

Only because I need help.

My current fic has been going by the names ‘I Have Your Back’ or ‘I’ll Carry You’ for the five years it’s been in progress, but I’ve never been as happy with the name as my other fic (which I’ll discuss at a later date).

So I’ve come here to ask for advice or suggestions! As well as any ideas for the fic in general that you’d like to see played out.

And I know that context will be needed for the naming ideas, so here is a little sneak peak:

Chapter One: An Unexpected Party

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‘Damned Dwarves and damned Wizards’ was all that Bilbo could think as his mind reeled from the throwing of his mothers West-Farthing pottery, and the song that he seemed very rude indeed.

And now, with the three hard knocks on his beautiful, freshly painted door, Gandalf the Grey expects him to welcome more?

He followed complacently regardless, mostly to ensure no more damage was going to be done. Though he doubted these bastards would listen if he tried to stop them.

And goodness he’d tried.

As Dwarves crowded behind in each of the doorways, peeking out enthusiastically, Bilbo mentally prepared himself and prayed for the night to soon be over.

He watched Gandalf bend over and open his door with a wide smile… too happy for his liking.

And outside.

Stood three bloody Dwarves.

They stood in a lineup, looking bloody majestic, looking bloody handsome, looking… ARG! What was he thinking!

He was looking at three Dwarves, wearing the same thick cloaks that made them look massive, same fur lining underneath, even same oil black wavy hair and similar beards.

From eyes to stature, from face to clothing.

They were identical.

Each turned their heads and eyes to the old man greeting them, and they all smiled charmingly.

The one on Bilbo’s right lit up and grinned wider then his companions.

The left one smile fondly with tired eyes and head tilted up high.

Then the forefront and centre, turned his lowered head and smirked. Bowing his head slightly in some form of greeting.

“Gandalf,” his voice broke through the silence, before he took a step into the light, his comrades right behind him.

There was no way they weren’t related.

Now that they were in the light, Bilbo could see certain things clearer.

The head of the trio was certainly older, a couple of grey strands shone in the candle light from his mane of hair, accompanied by two thin braids on either side of his perfectly carved face, which bore more then his fair share of stress lines.

Lefty bore a single beard braid at the chin, alongside hair parted into two large braids. Mostly resembling the centre Dwarf in stature, expression and… well, everything except the greying hairs.

Righty was certainly the easiest to tell apart, he remained grinning as he stepped into the light , hair tied up in, what Bilbo could recall to be two bubble braids on either shoulder, there was the faintest of a scar that he could only see for moments turned in the right light that ran across his face and over his nose, accompanied by moustache braids similar to… what’s his name? Kili or Fili? Regardless, there were less signs of stress and age, his youth thoroughly shown in his bright, puppy-like expression.

“You’ll never believe why we were late,” the cheerful one had a chuckle in his voice.

The single beard braided one joined in grinning as the eldest scoffed and rolled his eyes. “We let Thorin lead the way.”

“We got lost only twice, this time.” Thorin swung off his cloak in a fluid motion.

“Good thing Dis has an eye for detail,” bubble braid snorted. “Surely that mark was yours.” He questioned Gandalf.

Mark? That can’t be right.

Before he could speak up at all, he stepped forward only to bump into Dis, then Gandalf, then the still unnamed one and finally into Thorin before two hands on either shoulder clasped him steady. The Wizard and the Bubbly one.

“Bilbo Baggins,” he stood up tall as they both let go of him. He swept his long sleeved arm from him to the trio, all cloakless and lined up once more.

“Allow me to introduce the leader of our Company, Thorin Oakenshield.”

The eldest turned, and dark eyes looked Bilbo up and down… Inspecting him.

“His brother, Crown Prince Frerin”

The cheery one smiled politely. A sparkle in his eyes as he raised his hand in a tiny wave.

“And his sister, Lady Dis of Ered Luin”

“A pleasure,” she replied with a respectful nod.

Gosh he’d heard that Dwarven Ladies bore beards, which is more than most Hobbits could accomplish, but this was quite humorous and astonishing.

Thorin, slowly took two steps forward, making Bilbo’s tongue feel heavy in his mouth as he towered over him. Arms crossed, scoffing as he looked down on him.

“This is the Hobbit?”

And before the Hobbit could retaliate, feeling his blood boil at the ugly ego that somehow outshone his attractiveness.

The leader of this Dwarven mess, was whacked cleanly across the back of his head.

His sister glared at him and Frerin wheezed.

Maybe… there were some Dwarves that Bilbo Baggins could tolerate.

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Here we go! This scene alone has been rewritten to death but now I am somewhat happy with the result.

Enjoy my friends and I hope to hear your opinions, advice and suggestions! Or just a simple hello 😊

Omg I crack myself up. Please tell me someone else enjoys this as much as I did making it.

For all that is talked about, Legolas does not get nearly enough praise for how kind he is.

Joins the fellowship on a mission almost guaranteed to take all their lives in sacrifice without blinking. Never uses his title of prince and, in fact, doesn’t mention it at all. Takes part in the battle despite it having little effect on him, with his people sailing west and leaving the war-torn shores.

He rebuilds the rubbles of cities destroyed, makes the world better and filled with life, both flora and fauna. He stays beyond the calling of the sea, resisting the desperate urge engraved in his bones calling him to sail. He, with a gentle hand and a brave heart, handbuilds a ship and takes the risk of bringing Gimli along with him.

He doesn’t have to, but he did.

Very much quite possibly almost maybe completely my favourite dwarf family idk