For thefemalegamgee. She commissioned me to draw her as a dwarrowdam. She wanted to be a singer (I mean she already is, but a Dwarf singer as well) so I humbly obliged.
Her lip ring, which denotes the status of a master of the art of making particularly pretty vocal noises, is not my headcanon. It belongs to the lovely determamfidd. It’s just really, really, really helpful to show people are singers.
Gamgee, I imagine you would be an accomplished singer by a very young age. Your skills would be in demand from Ered Luin to the Orocarni, and–hard worker that you are–you would have taught yourself oodles of languages and dialects to sound authentic anywhere you go. Whether it be a grand voice booming in opera houses of Gondor, the silky warble of the Elves under moonlight, or the deep thrum of the Dwarves like the sound of stone itself, you would sound…hella.
(And I really think the diligence and commitment to your craft would reflect the dark-name I came up with for you… Atrâtulerzûkh. Vigilant Rain, remember? :3)
This is the fault of both aviva0017 and determamfidd. Avi, because of her Sexyhelm that is just *drools* and Dets, because she complimented the last one I made her, and you know me I’m a sponge for compliments. (Plus she’s just fun to make gifts for) Hope you both like it!
Sansûkhverse, because Sansûkhverse.
My version of the Stonehelm with his morningstar, Amradamnârab. Do I headcanon it as red like his Father’s axe?
Yes, and you can’t stop me.
Now, back to my hole.
MIIISSSS PPPPPOPPPPPPPP!!!!!
HE IS SO GORGEOUS OMFG THOSE TATTS! THE HAIR! ARM HAIR! YESSSSSS ALL THE STONEHELM I CRY WITH HAPPINESS NOW
Because while I’m writing I wanna draw, but when I’m drawing I wanna write. Screw this infinite loop level crap, and have something. I can feel my Beta’s eyes burning holes in my skull.
When you realize that one day you’ll be able to read Dain’s death in the Sansukh fic as you listen to it with the Sansukh podfic; see it with the Sansukh graphic novel/ fanart as you feel it with the Sansukh Orc-estra, and you’re just like:
This is a Cheer-up comic for poplitealqueen. It’s beneath a cut because it’s so cracky and shitty it’ll probably be the cause of several deaths by anemia because of how much it makes your eyes bleed (and it’s kinda private). Sensitive viewers may avert their gazes, you have been warned.
This lovely tune was composed by goldberry-in-the-rushes, and the gorgeous lyrics are by poplitealqueen. My dear Miss Pop, here we are, told you I would!
I hope it makes you smile.
Lyrics under cut.
Afar it was from Iron Hills, When Barazantathul fell still. It’s wielder gone, by foul arts killed. A long vengeance at last fulfilled.
Our King fought hard with power true! With his red axe of radiant hue. Yet in the end, did come his doom. Tan gamut warg ai-menu.
In crimson earth of softest clay, Was his body finally laid. Endurer strong, Old Wise King Dáin Returned at last to home again.
Khathuzhâl= The Endurer (Dain’s Dark-name)
Barazantathul= The name of Dáin Ironfoot’s red axe.
Tan gamut warg ai-menu= May a good death be upon you.
Aw Yiss 