this is your daily reminder that gigolas is pure and canon and a gay middle earth au of pride and prejudice

So Laerophen and Gimizh are buddies, Laerophen and Merilin are partners in battle (and pretty good friends even otherwise, I dare say), and Gimizh and Wee Thorin are besties. Now if Wee Thorin ended up befriending Merilin by association, that would make a nice lovely full circle of friendship. (Just imagine the magnificent cookie parties and all the prank possibilities.)

*VERY LOUD INNOCENT WHISTLING*

DETS DON’T CRAI AND ALSO POPLI HAS IT OUT FOR YOU

determamfidd:

youpromisedmejetpacks:

You killed Dain though.

LIES AND CALUMNY

TOLKIEN TOTALLY KILLED HIM LONG BEFORE I GOT NEAR HIM

I AM INNOCENT I TELLS YOU

That is probably the least trustworthy face you could’ve chosen.

oh okay, I will pick another…

how bout this one! 😀

Gimli,back in Erebor: So what do you think of Legolas Greenleef?

Random dwarf at the bar: That weed eater? No one here would have a good opinion of that traitors spawn.

Gimli *shoving breadsticks in his beard*: I’ve gotta go, my husband is calling, say shit like that again and I’ll cut off your beard

coughs Well then. I… fans self Excellent. Very well done, er… excellent work on the smut and feels. hobbles away, muttering dazedly Extraordinary…

Aaaaaaaiiiieeeeee thank you! I was feeling pretty out-of-practice, tbh. Smut is ~~hard~~ DIFFICULT.

I’m glad you liked it! Thank you for reading and reviewing! 🙂

That last chapter. Thorin. Bilbo. There are real tears pouring out of my eyes. I am finished, this fic has officially broken me

(And every reader heaved a sigh and said “fucking FINALLY”)

BAGGINSHIELD IS A GO, REPEAT, WE HAVE LIFT-OFF, BAGGINSHIELD HAS LAUNCHED

Oh man, I’m picturing the argument about who’s going to officiate the Stonehelm/Bomfris wedding. They want it to be personal or family, which limits the possibilities. Dwalin sees what’s in the wind and hides – he’s not nearly as good with words as Balin was, don’t drag him into this! Eventually Gloin is roped into doing it.

Dwalin: No.

Stonehelm: but…

Dwalin: No.

Dis: Don’t look at me either. I’m done.

Orla: I don’t do public speaking. I do public intimidating.

Dori: I’m already doing everything else! I’m doing the decorating, the tables, organising the music and the speeches and the stylists and the…[goes on for three pages and finishes with] and so, King or no, if you think I’m taking on yet another thing, well then Mister Stonehelm, we shall be having a little… talk.

Stonehelm (hurriedly): forget I asked.

Bofur: Sure thing! Although, I cry at weddings, really big blobby tears, but if that’s not a problem, then…

Stonehelm: Uh.

Bomfris: He does. He bawls. Loudly.

Bofur: (cheerfully) Like a wee baby!

Mizim: *sighs* Gloin, dear.

Gloin: (grumbling around his pipe) Aye, all right then.

Mizim: (whispers) he’s been dying for you to ask. Soppy old romantic that he is.

Gloin: What was that?

Mizim: Nothing, you dear old bear.