I’ll be honest, I have immediate distrust of anyone that writes Hobbit fic that still has Thorin, Fíli, and Kíli killed off.
Unless that fic immediately follows it by revealing that Middle Earth is actually full of dwarven ghosts that return for the Drama™ by staring at Mahal’s magical Gimli pool for hours on end, and you suddenly find yourself cheering every time another dwarf dies, because you just *know* that reunion in the Halls of Waiting is gonna be amazing. Sure, you’re still crying, but it’s like crying in a long line for an amusement park ride: the wait is a painful test of endurance and you’re scared about what’s to come, but then you ride the ride, get off after a shockingly fun time, and remember that you’re still at that damn amusement park for the rest of the day. Also, you’re now a depression-recovering bisexual dwarven ghost king that has the power to yell WHAT THE FUCK at living people and sometimes they actually listen.
Sansûkh. I’m talking about Sansûkh.
MATE…!!

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you’re now a depression-recovering bisexual dwarven ghost king that has the power to yell WHAT THE FUCK at living people and sometimes they actually listen ’ <– excuse ME YOU MAGICAL PERSON YOU, BUT THIS IS THE MOST PERFECT DESCRIPTION OF SANSUKH!THORIN EVER WRITTEN AND HE NEEDS IT ON A T-SHIRT
( bilbo’s would say ‘i’m a secretive paranoid sassbucket w trust issues, but hey, i used to be MUCH worse’ )
YOU HAVE MADE MY NIGHT YOU DELICIOUS GENIUS THANK YOU ❤



