Self-reblog Coz I Think This One Pretty Drawing Of Thorin Deserves More Attention I’m Sorry

I am admittedly, not good at drawing people.,

I can how ever draw the hell out of a dragon. Or.. a drake in this case? Agh semantics, they all breath fire and eat naughty children aye? (Or at least that’s what I tell my niece)

galadriel trying to see the sam and frodo’s progression on their journey with her foresight and instead watching sam tell frodo how much he loves him a million times over and them basically kissing every 0.004628 seconds:

I can’t just go around telling you guys my real whole name.

But god it’s so crazy. I wanna spill the beans but I can’t 😭😭😭😭 me and my three full biological siblings have crazy ass names

We all have the same 5 names to 10 syllables ratio, they all denote exactly who we are as people and they’re just insane.

Just handed in my first paper for the year. Pretty sure I’ve failed it. Thoughts and prayers 😭

The plot of ‘The hobbit’ with one small change to the story: Bilbo has a gun.

Which is a prequel to:

“Lord of the rings but Gimli and Frodo Samwise both have guns”

Hey so what if Bilbo fully just drove Sting up through Azogs chest on the Karak and that was the end of it?

I love time travel AUs so much so let me just…

Avenge the living.

Tw: graphic depictions of battle (very graphic)

Bilbo watched in horror as Thorin was flung across the outcrop like a rag doll, hitting the flat rock like a body on a sacrificial stone, at best he had the wind knocked out of him, at worst he’d have a broken back.

Last time this had all happened he’s managed to walk away but Bilbo honestly couldn’t remember if he had fallen like that before. He cringed and steeled himself.

In the black speech Azog summoned a minion almost his own size to behead Thorin.

Last time it had all been flailing, desperate chaos, this time Bilbo sucked in a deep breath and sprinting, sword forward and close to his side until the final moment where he thrust Sting up and in, somewhere between the orcs floating rib, he yanked upwards on the handle of the blade and heard the putrid popping and sloshing as he rended the side of his blade though the orcs central mass, all it could do was look shocked for two seconds before collapsing dead on top of the king. Bilbo hadn’t turned his sword to catch in the orcs ribs and easily pulled it free. It stunk of the guts it had just shorn through and Bilbo tried not to wretch, he didn’t have time, in two more seconds the company would decent and this would be Bilbos only chance.

He had to kill the white orc. Tonight.

When the fighting began Bilbo was glad to see that for the remainder of his last life what small amount of practice he had kept up with a blade had done him good and sting felt all to right in his hands so when he came nose to nose with the great Worg matriarch that Azog rode upon, Bilbo suprised even himself when he thrust his sword up, piercing the monster from the chin up into her brain, the beast didn’t even howl, she just crumbled, Azogs eyes went wide as he toppled.

The rest of the company continued to dispatch the remaining orcs and Bilbo knew it would be only seconds until the great eagles arrived. It didn’t matter. He had lived his life before and if it ended now it would have been a fine life, full of love and adventure and he would be remembered well.. So while Azog was still freeing himself from under his dead mount Bilbo charged, silent as the grave, leaping onto the Worgs side and propelling himself straight for Azog in what must have looked like a tackle. But he had to intention of grappling the monster, instead he blade shot out again, lower then he would have liked, somewhere around the orcs kidneys, Bilbo assumed. It didn’t matter, he turned the blade vertically and shoved hard and up, until the gash he made in the orcs side was large enough for his hands to regrettably follow the blade in.

Oh course it couldn’t be so easy. Azog was a great and terrible warrior and he would not go down without taking someone with him, his prosthetic blade stabbed deep into Bilbos chest.

Everything seemed to grow quiet and slow, Bilbos heart was all he could hear as he starred down at Azog as blood bubbled out of the orcs mouth and Bilbo actually smiled. He wasn’t sure if he said it or thought it but “For Thorin” where the last words to cross the hobbits mind before it all went black.

Lost in that darkness he was sure he could hear people calling his name. Maybe it was the elves, rousing him for tea.. or maybe it was young Frodo, trying to get him to carry on with what ever story he dozed off half way through.

“Bilbo!”

“Burglar!”

No one in Rivendale or the Shire had ever called him.. Burglar.. so where was he?

Alternatively:

Thorin who grew up in the kings court and was being raised to be the next king: never said a undignified thing

Bilbo who grew up as the son of wealthy and respected parents in the shire: also never said a bad word

Bilbo watching Thorin in the smithy, sitting on a bench, legs crossed, drinking some tea, yapping his head off

Thorin gets too locked in on his husband friends yapping and accidentally over works and tears some brass he was using to make a twist for a bracelet: Fuck

Bilbo: what?

Thorin: what??

Thorin, who grew up in a society often portrayed as brash and crude, and faced many traumatic and difficult events in his life: has never said an “undignified” word in his entire life

Bilbo, who not only grew up in the prim, proper and respectable society but was considered a gentle hobbit of them: curses like a fucking sailor

Boromir and Thorin catching strays every ten minutes on Ao3

the fact that I’ve actually had this happen multiple times when I’ve entered a new fandom is hilarious like what do you MEAN

Hey is there anyone that would like to be a beta reader for me? I know a few people seem to like my stories and I have dyslexia so some corrections as well as feed back before posting would be awesome 😭

Hhhhnnnnggghhhhh my heart! My boy! Look at my boy!

Happy Gimli !