Hey dets! I was just wondering, if you wrote a dedication page for sansukh, what would it say?

I had to think about this, very hard. My first thought was to dedicate it to perhaps my family, or the Sansukh Podfic Cast, and truly both deserve it for all their love and support. But then I thought: without a particular legacy, Sansukh would simply never have happened at all. So I changed tack. Here it is:

To the fic writers, past and present, who wrote us into the story. 

Thank you for allowing me to translate your fanfic :) (noticed a typoo in my first message… shame on me…) It is so beautiful, I’m nearing it’s middle and I love every chapter and every word. Thank you for sharing this wonderful work. Your Russian anonymous fan :)

Oh my goodness, Russian Nonnie – thank YOU! Honestly, thank you so so much! I am so very grateful! 

And I’m beyond grateful that you enjoy it, aaaaaah thank you forever!

i loooooooooooooooooooooove laerophen. so much.. i need so much more starring him. help. (also your latest chapter left me in way too many tears)

I have many ideas for our bookish introvert giraffe, yes indeed! Expect more Laerophen in the Appendices, as well as in the rest of the story! THERE WILL BE MORE LAEROPHEN, YES INDEED!

(*hugs* lsjdhgfksjdh thank you, I hope you enjoyed it! I am simply so relieved to finally have the song POSTED AND DONE heheheheh, I was at the stage of fiddling with it CONSTANTLY!!)

Hi! So I know that in your stories the Dwarves are marvellously accepting of differences in gender/sexuality but what about the elves? I know Mellrin (?) is trans and Legolas treats her just the same, but is this a universal elven concept? <3

Yes, but for different reasons… I reasoned it out this way: Dwarves believe that you are first and foremost a Dwarf, and the differences in sexuality or gender simply do not affect their perceptions of each other – because Dwarves of ALL genders and sexualities are strong, clever, broad and stocky, created by and beloved of Mahal.

When it comes to Elves, particularly Elves of the Third Age (as opposed to the hotheads of the Age of Trees/First Age etc), I had these ideas, idk if they’re well put-together, but here we go!

Elves are, as a race, old. They will live forever. FOREVER, barring accidents or war. The greatest natural threat to their life is from growing so old that they literally fade from existence.

so, if you’re going to live forever, what the hell use is it to deny who you are and whom you love? And if that person there is ALSO going to live forever, then what the heck is the point of imposing your beliefs upon their love and life? Elves have seen wars before – HAVE THEY EVER – and they’ve seen inter-Elf violence and civil war, they’ve got very, very, VERY LONG MEMORIES. They’re a dwindling people, too. And Big Stuff is coming, and they know the signs. They’ve seen them before. They have learned.

So, let’s say you are a different gender to the one everybody initially thought you were? Congratulations, we shall have a marvellous garden party, I’ll bring the Dorwinion, you bring the lembas. And nobody will fight, and everyone will be pleased. We’ve got to stick out the next eight millennia together: I’m with you all the way.

If thorin and frerin are like ori dori and nori, they might go by the brothers rin. But frerins name already basically means that. I’m not phrasing it well but what if frerin was like.. A placeholder name just bc tolkein couldn’t think of anything better than “rin brother”

Oooh yeah! It’s been suggested with evidence that ‘Dis’ simply means ‘sister’ – so, it’s possible that Tolkien had a couple of placeholder names there!

… or he was subtly suggesting that Thrain and his partner used up all their naming creativity on their firstborn, idk!! 

Hope you are doing okay? Having a good week? Re-reading “Hearts will as hearts must”, sooooo good :)

hey Nonnie, I’m good! Had one of those stomach-twisting, heart-squeezing, slow and drawn-out anxiety episodes earlier in the week, actually. I wasn’t so great then. So I took a few days offline, to re-sort myself 🙂  

Been at home with my little person all week: daycare is done for the year. I’m pretty knackered: a two-and-a-half year old is a small ADORABLE inexhaustible ball of unexpectedness!! We went to her first concert today: the Wiggles – OF COURSE, lmao. She went berserk. She adores all of them, but especially Emma!

(it’s the first concert I’ve ever been to where I knew every. single. word!!)

A proposal: instead of Glorfindel’s hair falling like a normal person’s, instead it goes up. Or more or less so. Pretty much just in all directions besides what direction hair is meant to go. Even if you headcanon Glorfindel’s hair to be very long, he is literally the sun as in it is impossible to not see him anywhere. Plus, his height only adds to the effect.

what

oh my god. Now I am imagining a kind of giant golden dandelion-clock

(the one shaking him is totally Elrond)

know what kinda breaks my heart? Bilbo’s long introductory monologue of AUJ, where he’s like “ahh, Frodo… Erebor! The greatest kingdom in Middle-Earth!” and then describes its utter glory in such *detail* and such feeling, and it’s just like… Bilbo… honey… you were never THERE. You’ve never SEEN it like this; only empty and burnt and desolate. He talks as if he witnessed it himself before the Dragon came, when really, only Thorin and Balin could’ve told such tales.

you come into my inbox and leave unadulterated pain