Thorin Oakenshield slowly wakes to the sounds of Bilbo and his nephews softly talking, colder and heavier than he has ever been in his life, but before he can get a word out Bilbo is punching him square on the nose. Quite rightly, as it turns out, because he’s been dead for a week and has just sat up in his tomb with no warning whatsoever.
Following the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies where Thorin must fight with his own guilt and mind over his choices and what they mean and meant, where he must decide whether or not to rule, and how to live with himself after dying. Focusing on many different characters and relationships, as well as building on the lore of Erebor and Middle Earth. A story about coming home.
Bagginshield | Kíli/Tauriel | Gimli/Legolas | Thranduil/Elrond | Thranduil/Bard | And many more probably | Everyone lives au | Fix-It | Fake Marriage |Thorin in the Shire | Mental health |Angst |Pining |Fluff |Smut | And many many more tags to come as they happen most probably | Slow Build | Slow Burn | Happy ending | Diverse genders / sexualities / neurotypes | Lots of Angst | Loads of pining
(The grizzly old bear has mellowed a bit with age – he’s not quite as peppery as he used to be. But Gloin is still very much Gloin… it could go either way!)
LOTS OF TEARS AND NAMES AND PROMISES REPEATED IN RUSHED AND BROKEN WHISPERS
AND ‘OH DO SHUT UP’ AND STOPPING ANY MORE WORDS WITH EVEN MORE KISSES
IF THIS DOES NOT TAKE PLACE ON A HILL COVERED IN WILDFLOWERS THEN THERE IS NO JUSTICE IN THE UNIVERSE
Later on, when Gimli grumbles about his poor poor eyes, Thorin can call it his revenge for all the bloody PINING he had to witness. Furthermore, Thorin had to watch Gimli and Legolas snogging for decades. Thorin has quite a bit of time to make up before he can call it even, inudoy kurdulu!
I totally should have finished this months ago, but consider me a bit of a failure
I gotta edit it digitally since the paper got dirtied and damaged but I’ve gotten through half the song already so hopefully I can put up a full comic set soon 🙂
Elrond *wiping eyes*: ahhhhh aha hahaha ahaaaa oh Iluvatar, oh Elbereth, my sides… will they call you the Perenfeng1, do you suppose? *giggles uncontrollably*
Thranduil: Are you done?
Elrond *chances a look at Thranduil’s face – and loses it completely*: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Thranduil: *sighs and swigs straight from the bottle*
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1. enfeng = sindarin, “Dwarf” n. singular, specifically one of the Longbeards. Therefore ‘Perenfeng’ would mean ‘half-dwarven’, just as ‘Peredhel’ means ‘half-elven.’
Aw Yiss 