So I’ve been re-skimming some LotR in between looking for new books to read and Boromir mentions his brother like, three times in the Council of Elrond. And I realize it’s dramatic foreshadowing shit, but consider (modern au apparently) Boromir who just talks about his brother all the time and has so many pictures:
“Hobbits like poetry? My brother won a poetry contest in third grade!!! You know who’d love to hear more about Dwarves? My brother. Gosh, I can’t wait until we all get to Minas Tirith so I can show you all the best things about my city and you can meet my brother.”
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“Yeah, I’ve seen Boromir, he’s a great dude,” says Eomer, “but I hear he talks about his brother a lot?”
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“How do I know you’ve actually met my brother?” asks Faramir. “And how do you know who I am?”
“… I have seen probably a hundred pictures of you and heard the stories behind all of them,” says Frodo.
“Ah,” says Faramir, resigned. “Yeah, okay, you’ve met him.”
According to those early drafts published by Tolkien’s son, Trotter has basically the same badass dialogue and “I could kill you in a second” attitude as Aragorn.
Just imagine what we could have gotten:
Trotter is not some Tyrion-Lannister-style badass or axe-wielding Gimli. He’s a lil hobbit with big clumsy wooden feet and all the fighting skills of a seven-year-old who just struts around like he’s a 6-foot tall master swordsman heir of Isildur.
Like a chihuahua who believes he’s a mastiff.
Also, in that first draft he’s called “Trotter” because his wooden feet make loud “Clop-trot” sounds whenever he walks (ideal for ranger stealth missions.)
TL; DR: I need a Lord of the Rings AU where everything is the same but Strider is replaced by Trotter
“They’re what we call the silver years…”
“No, and yet I would see it happen.”
Two paraphrased quotes from Sansukh that go someway to explaining why I’ve drawn Hrera, Queen of Erebor, not in the prime of her years but with silver in her beard and wrinkles round her eyes: because so few of the dwarrows had a chance to grow old. So yeah here is everyone’s favourite prim and proper grandma wearing her mithril and diamonds (and smiling at some mischief her grandsons have got into).
*SCREAMING*
OH MY GOD I LOVE
I LOVE
I LOVE
she’s so. perfectly. Hrera – and her eyeeees, and her gorgeous, wonderful wrinkles, and GOALS I MEAN HONESTLY – that BEARD, her smile! I AM ENVY OVER HER HAIR, it’s my beautiful bossy granny, I am so so so in love!! YOU ARE AMAZING! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I am utterly staggered by your skill and generosity!
Right things are about to get crazy here because it’s Eurovision and we’re going to attempt to cram 10 people into our not-enormous sitting room so I am posting the dwarrowdam now before everything gets swept away in a tide of glitter and madness.
Seeing as we had silver yesterday, it only seems appropriate to have the gold today: Frís, mother of Thorin, Frerin and Dís, in her wedding braids (which look incredible but are also incredibly uncomfortable)!
OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH AAAAAH LOOK AT THAT TRULY AWESOME BEARD????!!!!
OH FRIS MY GOLDEN LADY OH MY GOSHSHHSHSSHHSSHSH
her eyes are literally stopping my breath, holy heck you are amazing! Thank you SO SO MUCHHHHH
-Life doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway-
This song just seemed to fit to @determamfidd wonderful fic about a horse of Rohan, loyal like a dwarf and free like an elf.
*grabs queen’s face and COVERS IT IN KISSES*
AHH THANK YOU omg AAAAAAAH YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH TO SCREENSHOT??? *twirlfaint* you lovely soul! Thank you, I am stoked you like it! and laskjdgfhlajhdfa HAMILTON AAAAAAAHHHHHH
Awwww, Arod ❤ my fave infernal torture device!! He trained Gimli well!
(I had so many comments along the lines of ‘GEE THANKS FOR GIVING ME FEELS ABOUT THE DAMNED HORSE’ for this fic, lololol)
Aw Yiss 