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HE WOULD
HE TOTALLY WOULD
Tag: Anonymous
Gloin and Dwalin totally go be old coots together. They grumble and snark and judge people.
YES.
I love the idea that eventually, the Royal Council just has these two old totally-unshockable, completely unflappable bastards sitting on it. And everytime someone says, ‘this is a catastophe!’ or the like, they’d glance and each other and snort very, very loudly.
Because what do these idiots know about catastrophes?!?
Puts Custard the Kitty on your lap.
*buries face in fur*
Siiiiigh. Thank you, Nonnie.
I had a crazy fantasy that somehow Christopher Lee got wind of this AMAZING FAN PROJECT that was pulling in elements of both LotR and the Hobbit while skillfully balancing book and movie canons and developing parts of Middle-Earth culture that even Tolkien never finished and it JUST SO HAPPENED TO NEED VOICE ACTORS so he auditioned and reprised his role as Saruman for Sansukh.
*chokes on her breakfast*
DEAR GOD
y’know, to the uninitiated, the sentence: *puts Custard in your lap* probably sounds INCREDIBLY weird. Or like you’re feeding us.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
For you ❤
This chapter left me with a mess of emotions. I’m laughing and crying at the same time and when I tried to go cry to my sister about it she just gave me this hollow look as if she way saying ‘I have enough pain from other fandoms don’t you start with me’ and walked out. Basically she gave me one big nope. Seriously though THE PAIN! Dáin was glorious but OH HELP ME SO SAD! *goes to listen to the cradle song again* (sorry if you got something like this already my computer bugged out)
Oh my god, your sister sounds hilarious. “I am a hollow shell burned by the flames of other fandom hells. Do not place me in the flames of another.”
lakdjgflajhgfkahdg THANK YOU NONNIE – and also sorry sorry sorry *puts Custard in your lap* SORRY.
I’ve figured it out. When You say there’s gonna be a happy ending, you don’t mean for the characters. You don’t mean for your readers, either. You mean for you, sitting atop a pile of our corpses, drinking a chalice of our tears.
MY EVIL PLAN REVEALED
k but. Legolas pressing one last, soft kiss to Gimli’s still warm but unmoving lips and just. “looks like I win, meleth”
NO NO NO NO YOU STOP THAT
I’m picturing Gimli as a soppy old Dwarf somewhere in his 260s, sneaking up on Legolas, stealing a kiss, and scampering off as fast as his aching knees can carry him, shouting “That’s 43000!”
AHHHHHHH THAT’S ADORABLE AHHHHHHHH
welp. my heart is no longer mine. neither is my soul. heart goes to the dwarves, and the soul goes to you. am I ever gonna be over Bofur and Dori and Dwalin and Dís being the last of their families? nope. am I ever gonna be over the craddle song? nope. but it will join ‘the iron hills for me’ as ‘songs that hurt me but i’ll sing them to my cousins anyway because they seem to like it and it lulls them into a nap while i cry’
(AND GLOIN REMEMBER GLOIN TOO)
Awwwww! Thank you so much, Nonnie – also, I feel like I should send you a Custard too eep. *hugs and blankets and furry puddy tats*
Aw Yiss 