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Where did you find all of the song in Sansûkh? Are they written in Lord of the Rings or in another of Tolkien’s books? Or did you write any yourself? Is there any music you listen to while you write to help you get into the LotR mood/mindset? (I haven’t read the books and I’m really interested in the music in this fic ^^ Sorry if it’s an odd question)

Not an odd question at all, Nonnie! I’m very flattered and glad that you’re interested 🙂

Okay, well, some of the songs and poems I have used are Tolkien’s words. Here are the ones I have used (or referred to) that are from canon:

Lay of Nimrodel
The Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late
Bilbo’s Bath Song
The Song of Durin (Gimli’s chant in Khazad-Dum)
The Lay of Luthien and Beren
The Riddle of Strider

I also used ‘I Sit Beside The Fire And Think’, but made up my own two final stanzas.

I also wrote a whole slew of new ones. The songs I created (GULP) are

Now and Forever I’ll Be Marching Home (the song sung as the Dwarves leave Ered Luin)
Bijebruk! (Gimli’s mining ditty, also doubles as a drinking song)
The Dwarven Mourning chant (rather like a plainsong, very hymnal)
The Song of Beginnings
The Iron Hills For Me

No, I don’t actually listen to music as I write. I tend to want to concentrate on the music, instead of writing! I find it really distracting. My head is a noisy enough place already 🙂

Some absolutely glorious people ( notanightlight​ , muchymozzarella​, flamesburnonthemountainside) have composed and recorded songs from Sansukh. They are completely gobsmackingly beautiful. Check it out on the utterly bogglingly huge Sansukh Masterpost.

(It also has the link for my own version of the Iron Hills For Me, oh gawdelpme hahaha)

So now I’m starting to wonder, what were Laerophen and Laindawar doing while Bilbo and the company were escaping the barrels?

Laerophen was in the library most of the time, to be honest. He was very surprised to hear (afterwards!) that there had apparently been dwarves in the dungeons. Oh. 

Laindawar was on patrol in the eastern reaches of Mirkwood. He was killing spiders when a messenger came racing through the forest to tell him of the muster of the Elves and the march upon Erebor. He nodded, but did not speak. Catch him leaving the Greenwood? Not likely. He would stay and ensure its safety. No citadel of the Dwarves, not even the fabled treasure of Thror, could entice him to leave it.

At this point I don’t even know what is cannon and what is Sansûkh, because as far as I am concerned Sansûkh IS cannon. So there. Also, I convinced my significant other (who found Tolkein impenetrable and never got into it) to give Sansûkh a try, and it went over very well. Now the two of us and my best friend are reading LOTR together, and I suspect there are fanworks in progress. So basically, thanks for writing such an epic and wonderful story!

Oh, goodness, thank you so much! I am so happy you’re enjoying it, and I’m glad your partner liked it! I can’t wait to see what you make!

What do you think bungos relationship with his son is?

Okay, thoughts on Bungo Baggins…

He’s stated to be respectable and staid, well-to-do, rather a proper sort of Hobbit, and very well thought of. He’s described as ‘solid and comfortable’ – and Bilbo is supposed to be the spitting image of him.

I think Bungo was rather well-read. Bilbo is always quoting him, all those little axioms of his! ‘Third time pays for all’, etc. He also built Bag End! Guy wasn’t a slouch when it came to caring for his loved ones.

I think Bungo might also have had a pinch of the love of adventure that his son eventually acted upon so spectacularly. He did marry the famous and remarkable Belladonna, and she wouldn’t have married just anybody! I imagine that people simply didn’t understand their relationship very well, looking from the outside in. Belladonna brought adventure into Bungo’s safe, sedentary life; and Bungo gave Belladonna a safe harbour, a stability, a person that always meant home.

So, growing up, I think Bilbo would have adored his mother’s stories. I can imagine little Bilbo sitting upon his mother’s knee as she told him her tales, gazing up at her with shining eyes, while Bungo read in his armchair or sat smoking his pipe. Bungo would surreptitiously watch both those lively faces, full of joy and wonder and the love of faraway places, and feel a secret little leap in his stomach. Such remarkable Hobbits, his wife and his son. Though the whole of the Northfarthing called Bilbo the spit of Bungo, they couldn’t see this, couldn’t see that the lad really was his mother’s son. 

When the tale was done, little Bilbo would exclaim, “I will go there one day! I will!”

And although Bungo would shake his head and say, ‘never venture east, my boy!’, he probably did so with a little twinkle in his eye.

Dain Ironfoot totally had a Dain 1 doll as a little kid. And maybe he starts sleeping with it again after Azanulbizar.

OH GOD HELP ME.

Just. A mental image, then. 

A young Dwarf – too young, really – lying on sweat-sodden furs. Sleeping uneasily, moisture beading on his forehead. His leg is wrapped in so many bandages that it appears formless, but rust-red patches of blood are still drying upon the outermost layers. 

He makes noises as he sleeps: small ones, hurt ones. They escape his gritted teeth like flies that are disturbed from a meal. 

Tucked under his arm (nearly obscured by the covers) is a small, soft figure. Its hair is nearly threadbare, and its face has been worn by long years of concentrated affection. 

He clutches it like it is the only thing that is stopping him from falling.

I like how even though the hobbits view on gender and sexuality are… un-accepting… pippin still doesn’t seem to care(did I mis read), while bilbo has internal things going on.

Pippin don’t give a fuck 🙂 He’s young, not even of-age, and isn’t as indoctrinated in the respectability politics of the Shire. PLUS he’s a Took. 

Bilbo has internalised a lot of it, yes. From an adventurous youth he settled down to appear to all and sundry as Bungo’s proper, respectable son. Even though he shredded his good reputation with his little ‘holiday’, he is still a product of that society. 

I’m glad people are liking that I am addressing these issues!