Nah! I can’t stand some ships myself! Nothing WRONG with those ships, I just *shudders* yeah, so I think everyone knows what that can be like 🙂
Oooh, I really really do hope you enjoy it, Nonnie, and thank you so much!
Nah! I can’t stand some ships myself! Nothing WRONG with those ships, I just *shudders* yeah, so I think everyone knows what that can be like 🙂
Oooh, I really really do hope you enjoy it, Nonnie, and thank you so much!
AWWW NINA ❤ I have plans for those two!!
Their characters are truer in Sansukh than nearly anywhere else I’ve read them, and their flaws are the things that make them sing together– Bilbo’s snappish, stubborn, secretive persnicketiness and Thorin’s tendency to hold onto things forever even to his own detriment. And it’s built so well that I *want* that for them, and I believe it. The relationship *makes sense* for who the characters are and who they grow to be. (cont)
Which is not to say that you would find it the same, but my two cents as someone who went into the fic from a position of RAWR BAGGINSHIELD GOD IT’S EVERYWHERE UGH WHY. Dets has worked some magic in a lot of ways, but this iteration of Thorin and Bilbo and their relationship is definitely a big one.
oh my GOD
Cully, my star, Cully of the Golden Tonsils…! people will think I’m paying you!!
Thank you forever and ever and ever. *hugs, blubbering a little bit*
*blushes bright as the everlovin SUN* oh my gosh, Nonnie! oh my gosh
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
― Vladimir Nabokov
The jostling of the wagon lulled Muil into a drowsy state. She had not slept in sometime. A few days? A few weeks? She did not know. She was still paranoid about the newcomers that she had stumbled onto. Even in the… was it a month, that had past she still did not exactly trust them. But, Meluiwen trusted them short after they spent the night with them and had declared them ‘Fwends’ shortly after once she overheard them talking about their home and getting rid of the darkness. (Muluiwen didn’t go into detail as she ‘pwomised-ed’ and Muil respected that).
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awww Muil 😥
Laindawar, omg welp, you TRIED, kiddo. though you have the sensitivity and finesse of a shovel
laksjdgfljahsdgkahgkahgfkahsgdfkahg!!!!! THANK YOU, EEEE THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
I DID???? IF I DID IT WASN’T ON PURPOSE, PROMISE AND CROSS MY HEART
have fun on vacation!

booyah 🙂
(after my own Dwarfling, the idea of twins makes me sweat BUCKETS. Damn, Bomfris doesn’t believe in an easy life!)
I am super glad it lived up to expectations, Nonnie!
(I had that ask in the back of my mind, the whole time I was writing that scene, actually. So you are in part responsible for it too, Nonnie!)
(it really does feel weird to have them together in Erebor – probably why i was all: ‘right, LET’S GET THEM OUT OF HERE NOW, we’ve done all we needed to do!’)
*hugs* hope you got some rest, Nonnie!
UMMM IDK HERE’S SOME IDEAS
OPTION A: read it and ignore the Bagginshield as best you can!
OPTION B: download the thing and remove all mentions of Bagginshield (necessitates this effort on your part, tho)
OPTION C: don’t worry about reading it and just listen to the music or smthg?
hope that helps!