but that’s totally perfect. TOTALLY perfect. Thrain would be the most understanding, gentle and yet matter-of-fact person to help them deal with the terrible conflicting tug of war between joy and sorrow.
During Frodo and Sam’s march to Orodruin when they’re pretending to be orcs, an orc captain asks Frodo if he’s okay. Frodo admits he’s suicidal. The orc captain tries to provide emotional support and vents to Sam about how Mordor’s military-industrial complex is killing all their youth and he wants to change that, but he’s unfortunately only gonna be able to protect Frodo until they get to the Black Gates and then it’s open war.
I was lying on a bed, surrounded by people who were speaking Quenya. I tried to lift my right hand because it itched, but it wasn’t there. When I tried to sit up someone told me to lie still. Red hair fell into my eyes.
Frodo and Sam get to Mount Doom but all the lava is frozen
so they have to dig a hole in the ice-lava to bury the Ring and destroy
it. Meanwhile a random dwarf from Valar know where is on the other side
of the lava hacking his way through with a battle axe trying to get to
Frodo and Sam and kill them.
I was a famous author and went on Stephen Colbert’s show to be
interviewed, but halfway through the interview Sauron showed up and I
had to song-battle him (I failed, and then Elrond had to come save my
ass).
Legolas and Gimli broke into the Dwarvish afterlife in Valinor by accident and wound up having dinner with Thorin’s Company. Thorin not only didn’t recognize them but thought they were both dwarvish women. Legolas was horribly embarrassed and insisted Gimli go find Gloín and tell him the truth right now. (Bonus points goes to this dream, because mid-dream I started thinking ‘wow, this would make a great fanfiction’.)
Bilbo was pissed off because he couldn’t find his favorite tea.
Somehow I wound up on the field of corpses after the Nirnaeth Arnoediad. I found Fingon’s severed head and what was left of his corpse, and I held the head in my arms and sang ‘History Has Its Eyes On You’ from Hamilton to it as an elegy.
anon, listen to Auntie Erina: you’re not doing anything wrong or being shallow if you just want Bagginshield fluff. ignoring canon? maybe, but I can name about a dozen other Bagginshield shippers who do that too.
so just cut those things that make you feel bad for wanting Bagginshield fluff out of your life. block, unfollow, whatever you need to do.
also here are some blogs you can follow for fluffy (sometimes angsty, but always quality) Bagginshield with zero guilt:
it’s run by me and a whole lot of other cool people, all worth following^^
ljhakdjash I feel very honoured to be mentioned amongst such august company!!!
Nonnie, YES ERINA IS RIGHT LISTEN TO ERINA – you danged well read what you want to read! Enjoying a thing DOES NOT MAKE YOU SHALLOW, holy heck. Some people love to delve into the vastness of canon and write ALL the pain and language and minutiae, and some people want to read about Bilbo running a bakery and Thorin the chartered accountant who is addicted to his custard tarts. Neither is a ‘better’ fan, neither is more appreciative, or somehow more deserving to CALL themselves a fan. Bleh. You like what you like!
Like, imagine if we talked that way about food. Some people like a full English, some people like French Toast. Some are happy with cereal and milk. IT’S ALL STILL BREAKFAST.
Also also: canon is a big elastic band you can ignore or not to your heart’s content. Block what you don’t wanna see, snuggle deep into the fluffiness and HAVE FUN. ❤
(I feel i should say tho: I write plenty of angst myself, so fair warning, but I LOVE FLUFF ALSO and I reblog/make plenty of it!)
regarding thorin’s birthday, what i thought would be funny is if thorin’s birthday fell on some date in late autumn/early winter in standard middle-earth reckoning, but in shire reckoning, it fell on september 22nd, the same day as bilbo and frodo
that opens up a world of possibilities, especially in domestic shire AUs, because wee little frodo would freak out about this, he’d be like BOTH MY UNCLES HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS ME THIS IS GREAT (barrels into the master bedroom) WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE IT’S MY BIRTHDAY and thorin would pop his head above the duvet looking muzzy and he’d be like (frowns, fakes confusion) “i thought it was my birthday?” and bilbo’s like (mumbles sleepily, eyes still closed) “no no i’m pretty sure it’s my birthday” and frodo’s like UGHHHHHHH UNCLE THORIN UNCLE BILBO STOP CACKLING THIS STOPPED BEING FUNNY LIKE FOUR YEARS AGO I’M NINE YEARS OLD I’M TOO OLD FOR THIS and thorin’s like “ah my apologies akhûnith yes i agree you’re far too old for such nonsense, so i wager you’re too old for birthday cake as well” and frodo’s like (severely) “…no uncle thorin i know you’re new here but that’s not how this works” and bilbo’s busy trying to muffle his hysterical giggling into the pillows
this was just an excuse to write thorin and frodo interactions, i am trash, forgive me, goodbye
Oh no this is was too cute I had to draw something sorry – shire AU and interactions with young Frodo are my weaknesses
The last portrait painted of the royal children before Smaug attacked Erebor in 2770 TA. From left to right: Thorin age 24, Dís age 10, and Frerin age 19.
Aw Yiss 