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{ sanmelhekh };
The hobbit twisted upon his seat, blinking to the leader curiously as eyebrows rose. There was quite a few words for this situation, one of them simply being -- "What is this?"
{ murkhith };
He had watched his friends rush in, bull-headed, screaming, demanding, a rock landing smartly on his head knocking him out and only did he regain consciousness when they had all dispersed into the places he could not follow. Tears, sobbing, tripping on feet so much bigger than he realized before then. Eagles, he had gone home, spoke little to the rest of the dwarvern company that was left, if he could find them, instead insisting upon the Wizards company to take him back.
Take him away from here. Away from the cursed mountain, away from the place which ripped away friends and foes equally from his chest, making the journey seem so pointless.
Remember the good ... and the bad. Only a handful of months passed to let him achieve a place back at the shire. Getting all of his things back however, was another thing all together. He had gone between all the Bagginses, Boffins, Brandybucks, and then the Tooks, the Grubbs, Chubbs, Proudfoots, and Hornblowers, all of which had a piece or two of something from his home.
Home.
The word ripped his chest in half as he ignored any feelings, forcing himself to fix the fallen mantelpiece, something nobody had wanted, it seemed. A picture of his mother, Mrs. Bungo Baggins, upon the floor, upside down, dust, dirt, crumpled slightly despite it's frame. He picked it up, putting it back to the wall, working only then to return his home back into it's regular order.
It had been a long while, years even; the once fifty and some hobbit now nearing his sixties quite quickly. The leaves beginning to shine golden, the clear water warm, inviting to all those who went to go and watch it. Though, Bilbo did not linger outside much, the hobbits who used to be his friends not speaking much to him any longer. His hands were worn with writing and the adventure he strikes from his mind to keep from any thoughts of those bodies that fell to the ground, unmoving--
His teeth grit. Pushing the thought away when a loud knock was heard upon his door-- "Away!" He shouted, waving a hand over his head, "I am not having visitors today!"
{ smokinshield };
❝ Get some sleep. ❞
Gandalf had said, the graying wizard over in his corner silently as Bilbo could not help but keep his eyes open for a good portion of the night. Lips pressed tightly together as sounds between the braying horses outside to the squeaking mice racing upon the floor. Hair stood on the back of his neck, the back of his arms and even --he would swear-- upon his feet! Eyes closed, Bilbo turned, body curling upon itself trying to get more comfortable on the floor, jacket rolled up tightly as a pillow beneath his head felt nothing more than a propped up stone.
Letting breath slip between his lungs, the hired burglar lifted his weight from the ground to sit up, giving up on getting a full nights sleep. Shifting to sit down comfortably, one leg crooked inward, arms wrapping around his leg, the hobbit, starred at all the different dwarves in quiet contemplation. Snoring was heard now, the ignoring of such Bilbo had become so good at, he had not realized he was ignoring it earlier.
Head lowered, rubbing against his knee, curled hair against his neck itching as his nose twitched. It was in times like these, the warm comfort of his home, the familiarity, noises he knew, the soft trickling of the lake... All these things he longed for. Not to be chased by bear-men or get called a burglar; just to be a hobbit. A simple hobbit.
Giving a short sigh, he lifted his head again, hoping to find some comfort elsewhere in this shed that may help him fall asleep.
Sick rp Starters
"Hey there, Rudolph."
"I'm pretty sure tissues exist so you won't sneeze on me."
"Ugh! Cover your mouth!"
"You sound awful, you know that?"
"And you've been like this how long?"
"You really can't take care of yourself, can you?"
"Oh, gross! I better not get sick!"
"What are you doing here? You should be in bed."
"You're kind of adorable when you're sick. You know, in a pathetic way."
"Stop it! You're getting your germs everywhere!"
"I'm taking care of you, and that's final."
"I don't care if I get sick. I just want to help you get better."
"Did you sleep last night?"
"You've been coughing an awful lot. You okay?"
"Jesus! That the tenth time you've sneezed on me today! What is your problem?"
"Did you just throw up?"
"Do you need more blankets?"
"Is it too hot or too cold?"
"Hmmm, you definitely have a fever."
"I think it's bedtime for you."
"You have to take the medicine, or you won't get better!"
"Hey, you alright? You look pale."
"Here, just take the whole box of tissues."
"Gosh, you must be really sick..."
yes this exists and now imagine the funeral
In case any of you were wondering, this is from Lord of The Rings Online, the MMO RPG.
Let me tell you a thing about Thorin’s legacy in LOTRO, in case you thought a video game couldn’t make you want to cry.
The Dwarven stronghold in LOTRO is the Ered Luin, where Dwalin is the lord (yes, Dwalin. Just take a moment to think on that. However, it’s entirely plausible as Dwalin was actually fifth in line for the Erebor throne after Kili, Fili, Dain, and Balin.)
Lord Dwalin has named just about every-fucking-thing in the Ered Luin after Thorin. Dwarven housing? Thorin’s Halls. The great Dwarven stronghold? Thorin’s Hall. (The song on this post plays when you enter.) At the entry of both are huge statues of Thorin. The statue of Thorin in the great hall is massive (think the size of the golden statue in DoS) and is lit by openings that have been cut into the top of the mountain so that the sunlight or moonlight always stream down on Thorin’s face. *sob*
The courtyard in front of Thorin’s Hall? Frerin’s Court, in the center of which is another massive statue of Thorin.
Carved into the side of the mountain above the great hall? A likeness of Thorin that’s half the size of the mountain.
If you gain kindred ranking with the Dwarves of the Ered Luin, you may purchase from the Dwarves a saddled Ered Luin goat.
The first time I rode through the Ered Luin in LOTRO I legit had tears in my eyes.
Reblogging for the great info I have failed to give about this, THANK YOU, like seriously, try talking to Dwalin if you guys decide to play. It’s like the worst thing you can do because he talks about the quest, and wonders how his brother, Balin is doing in Moria (as he has yet to hear from him we all know what that means)
Like, you can talk to the old members of the company, Gloin is in the Misty Mountains and talks very fondly about Bilbo.
And I once saved Dori from being kidnapped lol he’s always being kidnapped.
protip never think about your otp and
one teaching the other how to kiss
one teaching the other how to french kiss
one teaching the other how to give head
one teaching the other how to smoke
one teaching the other another language
one teaching the other how to play any sport
one teaching the other anything at all
⎨❦. herpsy speaks;;
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❞ I came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over me.
⎨❦. B I L B O B A G G I N S
let this be the anthem of my love for all things Middle Earth, and the madness that they evoke