The Hobbit AU
└ Thorin and Frerin before the Battle of Azanulbizar
(Note: dedicated to my beautiful Evelin who came up with most of it)

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The Hobbit AU
└ Thorin and Frerin before the Battle of Azanulbizar
(Note: dedicated to my beautiful Evelin who came up with most of it)
Sunset as it sinks into the waters of Lake Ontario. June 13th 2026
credit: Christa Gettys
Ok but hear me out. Thorin snaps out of goldsickness a little earlier, just in time for the elven army to show up, so the dwarves and Thranduil and Bard all meet to negotiate together.
Thranduil, upon walking into the tent and seeing Bard for the first time: decides the best thing to do in this situation is to give a rather detailed and explicit description of all the things he wants Bard to do with him, in Sindarin.
Thorin, who does not speak Sindarin but sees Bard's eyebrows fly up and really doesn't want him any more angry than he is over Thorin setting a dragon on his people and then nearly going back on his word to help them: If he wanted to insult you, he'd do it in Westron. Trust me on this, I would know. It was probably something nice.
Bilbo, who does in fact speak Sindarin, grinning next to Thorin: Oh, it was VERY complimentary.
Thorin, desperate to not cause a diplomatic incident: You know what he said?
Bilbo: Oh I'd be quite happy to translate.
Thranduil, who was entirely unaware that anyone else here spoke Sindarin and is trying to cover his embarrassment: Absolutely not.
Bilbo, having the time of his life: Oh don't be so upset about it, we hobbits aren't nearly as prudish as the rest of you.
Thranduil, getting defensive: That was not meant for your ears.
Bilbo: Well if they were meant for his I would suggest saying them in a language he can understand.
Bard, who spent years working with elves, somewhat amused and in pretty decent Sindarin: Oh I understood.
Dolgiye Mountains, Russia by Arseny Kashkarov
When I was a kid, we moved into a house that had a huge lilac tree out front. It was mostly rotten, and it needed to be taken down before it fell. It took a while, but eventually, it was gone.
Mostly. A couple years later, little lilac babies popped out of the ground in its place. My mom was determined to get rid of them, because she'd planted a beautiful flower garden there, and the lilac trees would overshadow and kill the whole garden. I insisted on saving at least a few saplings. She said fine, but I had to dig them out and put them in pots myself.
So, I did. I spent days digging little lilac bushes out of the ground and putting them into pots. Some couldn't be saved, but some could. When all was said and done, I had five brand-new lilac saplings. Seven or eight years old, and it was my absolute pride and joy.
Three died due to sun scorching, severe drought that no amount of watering could save, and perhaps just being moved from their place in the ground. But two survived, and I was awfully proud of them! I'd go out and talk to them every single day. I watered them by hand and made sure they were fertilized properly. I learned all about their favored environments, and I was determined to make sure they lived.
One of my mom's friends saw what I was doing with the lilacs. She asked if she could have one to put in her backyard, and I agreed on the condition that she take very, very good care of it.
It's now fucking enormous. I'm talking ten feet tall and bursting with beautiful purple flowers every spring. My mom still gets updates each year as they start to bloom, which she forwards to me. And all I can think is, "That's my friend! Thriving some twenty years on, there it is."
The other tree nearly died, too. It lived in a pot for far, far too long. I wanted to plant it somewhere in my parents' yard, but my mom was reluctant. Eventually, we agreed to put it in the far back garden. It grew okay for many years, despite the shade, but in all these years, it's never bloomed.
Last year, the massive tree casting massive shadows over the lilac and the garden cracked in half and fell. It tumbled into the garden, crushing part of the nearby shed and destroying a few plants beneath it.
It missed my lilac by inches.
The clean-up is long done. The rest of the tree has been cut down, and my lilac has full sunlight for the first time in fifteen years. It won't bloom this year, I know. But it's got new shoots up. It's taller than ever. I spent half an hour a few weeks ago praising it for surviving all this time, dreaming about its future and telling it how I believe it'll become the tall beauty it's always been meant to be.
I think next year, I'll see flowers.
Hello, everyone who scheduled this post to remind themselves to check in - which seems to be, uhh, quite a lot?? First of all, thank you for the interest and all the lovely notes on this post. It means a lot.
The lilac is doing very well! It's got almost a dozen new little branches and it's covered in more leaves than ever before. It looks so, so healthy - and that's where it's prioritizing its resources. No flowers this year, because the lilac has chosen essential growth and fundamental health over ornamentation and reproduction.
It's a good choice, I think. It looks so good. So many little leaves, so much new growth. Bits I thought were going to be dead are beautifully green. I decided not to take pictures of it; something about it felt wrong to do.
The other lilacs in the yard have bloomed, though, and I did get pictures of those. Plus the little potted one on my deck, which has teeny little flower buds on it.
I hope that you'll all be here next year to check for flowers with me again. Because you really never know.
And who knows? Maybe you'll have flowers to show me, too. I certainly hope so.
told myself i would wait for s3 to actually come out to start painting stuff but couldn't resist the temptation so here's a quickish thing
by Donna McL
I need a compilation of all the times he puts his hand on his thigh like that. 🫠 For research…
I just got all excited when my crescent rolls came out perfectly GBD! Golden Brown & Delicious The way the early morning sun was shining through the slats of the blinds and the brown parchment with the worn out baking tray just gave me a happy mood.
Perfect for Beltane!
Photo credit: Christa Gettys
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