#hobbit slash

[thebyrchentwigges]

Yesterday I was on the Weta Workshop tour, like a good Wellington host. They’ve added more chain mail samples, including the chain mail they used for the mithril mail coat given to Bilbo. Here is how it was described to us:

“This stuff is amazing! Like liquid! Slinky! You don’t want to stop touching it!”

[natalynathaniel]

Thorinduil by me

[acornhole]

[feanope]

I have received incredible feedback for my first Barduil fic 'Of Darkened Eves' and a lot of people have asked me if I would write a Sequel to it, how Bard ventures into the Woodland Realm.

And as I GREATLY enjoyed writing them, because they are just so lovely and perfect together.. I gave into the temptation and began to write them :)

Here are 9000 words of PWP for the first chapter *cough* - the story will evolve in the following chapters.

Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it *evenmorecoughinghere* (and aye, feedback is always nice :) )

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It was some days after the funeral for the fallen dwarves that Thranduil had come to him, announcing “Tomorrow my remaining men and I will depart, returning to Greenwood the Great.”

Something between them comes to pass that Bard has never expected to happen, that turns his word upside down.

“Will you visit me?” Thranduil was saying almost inaudible, his fingertips still ghosting over Bard’s chest. “Of course I will” replied Bard determined, shaking his head against the pillows.[..] “Yes, you have said so before.” Thranduil stated matter-of-factly. “But will you visit me as my lover and not as new King of Dale who must pay his respect to his allies?” [..] “When I visit your Realm after Dale is rebuild, I will pay respect to my allies, to my king – in every way he desires” Bard was answering truthfully.

[yaoi-news]

Thrandruil to Make More Orgasm Faces in New Hobbit Flick

Copyright © New Line Cinema

AUCKLAND | Mon Nov 10, 2014 11:26am EDT

(Rueters) - When he's not invading the personal space of dwarf leader Thorin or giving reward spanks to his son Legolas, Elf King Thrandruil is often creating what fans have come to know as 'orgasm faces.'

"It's his honking brown eyebrows," said Hobbit creator J. R. R. Tolkien, "and his petulant bitch face.  He just naturally gravitates to expressions of sexual ecstasy.  I'm glad New Line found such a wussy snot to play him."

Viewers can expect more facial fan service in The Hobbit: The Battle of Five Armies, slated for release December 17, 2014.  Thrandruil is said to be making several notable faces on the back of a bouncy horse.

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[shameonme23]

made by Smut-Slut

I think this is just beautiful!

[dragons-quill]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Woot!

I had a seriously bad week and then today.  Today.  Such wonderful news.  So fantastic.  *starry eyed*  My outlook on life has vastly improved.

Which led to too many ridiculous pop culture references in this chapter.  But I regret NOTHING.

Summary: Round One begins. The Elders are sneaky. Bombur sacrifices for the greater good. There is cooking. Oin's life is difficult. Balin's life is hard. Alas.

[feanope]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Just did a 4000k update on my fic :) Hope you enjoy it

“Legolas?” What did you just say?” Thranduil thought he was dreaming when his swirling mind had processed the true meaning of the bitter-sweet confession his beloved son had whispered in a hoarse voice filled with passion and longing – panted breathlessly with lust-darkened eyes whilst he was fingered deeply only seconds ago.

Aye .. a dream .. nothing more … nothing real

Dreaming – floating in a moonlit sky – kept in a never-ending fairytale of love and obsession, a realm of fantasy he was wandering together with the love of his life, a love he had thought long forgotten flourished in the soft rays of the morning.

Legolas - Did … you… just say .. you .. love … me? Why did you say it? Did you mean it? Am I dreaming my child? When? How? Why? Valar, I do not understand it, do not believe it?

No! It cannot be, it can’t be the truth you have spoken

Thranduil was certain that Legolas’ confession must have been a sinful illusion his desire had played on his expenses, an invisible ghost wandering his troubled mind - the mere thought that his own son could love him in THAT way was beyond belief. In a low voice, almost shy, and with sparkling, curious sapphire eyes Mirkwood’s King questioned his beloved child which he held in his arms – never again did he want to let go of Legolas by any means “Did … Did you mean it, Legolas?” but his words were lost in the noisy rustle his son created, fighting against the tight embrace in which the young elf was still kept, struggling against his father’s body – finally jumping out of the spacious bed into the bright morning light with flowing silken locks.

“Legolas! Man cerig?” Thranduil’s voice was now questioning and sorrowful, as he was torn out of his wake dreams, the shimmering bubble in which he was caught only minutes ago did burst in an instant – gone, never to return again.

Gods! Valar! Thranduil sent silent prayers to the gods, gathering the blissful truth for the first time after the aftermath of passion. Valar! Nay!

Great despair rose once more deep in his heart and soul as Thranduil never wanted to let go of this heated moment of love and affection they had shared together – father and son in a Morgoth-may-care attitude. Legolas’ father wanted nothing more than to hold onto the subtle strings of love, lasting for the eternity of an immortal life. But Legolas was young, ages too young to be capable to understand what was happening between them – millennia too young to deal with the subtle signs of an illicit love – his mind innocent and unspoiled, nearly still the little spoiled elfling. Valar forbid!How should he be able to manage his turmoil, to handle his emotions?