
All sales all the time only at Erebor Supermarket.
This was another “Holy shit Thorin” scene.
| Thorin
✧ (Sickness) | Dain
✧ Leadership & Stubbornness | Balin
✧ Taking Risks |
My three entries for the Hobbitcon 4 Fanbook Project. So much color vomit whoops.
Yikes.
This is the way I cope, dear Nonnie: I tell myself that this particular character is not Dain. That’s some nasty OC with Dain’s name. Dain is nothing like that.
Here’s some nice Dain ideas I am just rattling off:
– Dain loves to walk up behind Thira and hold her gently by the hips, resting his chin on the soft, smooth dark skin of her neck. Nothing salacious or pressuring about it. Just loves to hold her that way, smelling her and being near her warmth.
– Dain has raised every single pig in his sty, and names every single one. EVERY ONE. Even the ones that only live for a day. (and you’d better believe he weeps for them).
– Thorin Stonehelm used to clamber atop his father’s shoulders and tug on his hair as though riding a battle-ram. Dain ended up with slight bald patches over his temples. He filled them in with tattoos, and stared down any Dwarf who dared suggest that the loss was unfortunate. What on Mahal’s good earth was more important than the happiness and laughter of his son??
– Before Erebor fell, it wasn’t uncommon for Dwarflings to toboggan down the gentler foothills of the Mountain. On Dain’s one and only visit before the dragon came (he was a BABY when Smaug invaded), Dis and Thorin bundled the tiny thing onto a sled (Frerin thought it was a bad idea) and gave it a gentle push, intending to guide it along. It soon gained too much momentum, and sped out of their reach, zooming over the flat. When the three finally caught up with their miniscule cousin, he was laughing so uproariously that he was nearly blue, unable to catch his breath.
– Dain plays fiddle. He’s rather good.
– Not many have seen the mourning marks that Dain bears. He doesn’t wear his as publically as Dis does. He prefers to keep his public decoration less personal.
They spiral over his chest in concentric circles, one after the next.
(There are a lot.)
– Children are always clamouring to hear Dain read their story-books. He reads aloud the bestest of everybody ever. He does the voices and acts out the stories and sings silly little songs, and they are simply amazing. He even captures the adults when he reads, and there’s laughter and joining-in with the songs, and clapping along, and gasping when the children do. All the early childhood teachers agree that he’d make a fortune… well, if the whole Kinging thing doesn’t work out in the long term.
Oh jeez, and scent is such a superhighway to memories, and nnngh
ooohhhh I love it, it’s perfect – augh and also thank you Nonnie!
I made sad whimpery gaspy sounds all through reading this, Nonnie.
Ohhhhhhhhh ❤
*curls up in a ball and tries not to whimper*
(*fails*)
It’s about dancing, singing, building and creating and simply coming together to be one again. It’s a rich and strange and extraordinary culture of strong people. And I can see Thorin, in the middle of this celebration, tears in his eyes and smile on his lips, watching his people sing and play and dance again. And he’s so proud, if little overwhelmed, because he did it, he brought his people home again. Goddamnit Tolkien, that’s what we should’ve had. (2/2)
Oh my god, whoa. WHOA. I am always honoured to hear the reactions people have to music, because they’re always so subjective and personal… and this is beautiful.
I mean, yeah i put it on the Evil Overlord’s Mixtape, bc it’s hella fun and thumpetty-thump! I would probably put it on a Dwarven Classical playlist as well, bc… well, Mountain King. And well, intellectually I know that it tells the story of Peer Gynt running away from a mountainful of pissed-off trolls…
(but I LIKE YOUR VERSION MUCH BETTER)
Hey brother
There’s an endless road to rediscover.
They tell me I’m too young to understand
They say I’m caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don’t open up my eyes
Well that is fine by me.Hey sister
Oh the water’s sweet, but blood is thicker
So wake me up when it’s all over
When I’m wiser and I’m olderAll this time I was finding myself
And I didn’t know I was lost.
Oh, if the sky comes falling down
For you, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do
I’ll try carrying the weight of the world
But I only have two handsAnother fanart inspired by the ever amazing fanfic Sansûkh.
So, I mentioned drawing Frerin and Thorin in that last fanart I did, right? Well, I heard this song and it turned into a whole siblings fest, whoops. I absolutely adore Frerin’s relationship with Thorin in this fic, hands down. Frerin’s my precious cinnabun baby and I just want to hold him until he’s happy.
Next up on my To-Do list…some charr for a friend, and some fanart of my all-time favorite Mass Effect fanfic!
OH MY GOD OH MY GOOD GRAVY OH MY HEART
this
is so BEAUTIFUL
the composition of each pic has such… a classical, balanced feel… I AM IN AWE OF THE WAY YOU GET THEM TO GLOW, and oh cripes, my heart is breaking again. Their faces – their proportions, the colours
thank you SO SO MUCH!! this is absolutely stupendous, what an amazing work, thank you SO much, thank you thank you thank you!
(AND THOSE SONG LYRICS TOO? FINAL STRAW THAT GOT ME A-BLUBBERING)
omg they were so cute, weren’t they??
Ahhh, that’s BRILLIANT! I bet that a pigswool article is like, super durable and extra special or something ❤