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the happy prince

some bonus smooches from the zine that i didn’t post yet! 😘 i miss these two

Still trying to figure out how to draw Damen and Laurent.

by thickenmyblood

It’s Laurent’s first summer out of the clinic. Damen and Nikandros are just helping out.

Words: 31735, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

25th of March, the last day in Mordor.

Fingon hummed. “You know, Russo, there is aught I’ve come to know on these shores,” he glanced at his cousin, a glint in his eye reminding Maedhros of bygone Tirion. Fingon was much the same in spirit, he found, save for the sharper edge to his dusky features and the icy resolve in his eyes. “The shadows are deepest before dawn.”

Maedhros turned the words over in his head. He added, lighter of mood than he’d felt in weeks, with a shade of snark he used to wield well. “Then, we must be near to dawn.”

Fingon shook his head with barely a whiff of laughter. “This I will say. Father is of a like mind with you. But keep your own counsel on this, for now. Please.”

“Have I ever been loose-tongued?”

“No, indeed. My father’s always known division will cripple us after we met the Enemy on the field, faced his stronghold and leaguer. But he is loath to foster more conflict and bring forth more dissent from ones holding resentment against those who abandoned them. Some would still rather punish than forgive.”

Maedhros caught Fingon’s gaze, and with much difficulty, smiled his smile that hurt. The light of the flames danced crookedly upon his scars. “I am hoping my attempt will aid in that respect.”

“My cousins—” Fingon began.

“... are my subjects,” Maedhros countered, frowning as he stared ahead. “Leave that matter to me.” Surprising even himself, he found a strong belief in his own words.

Fingon sighed again, his dark brow lifting in tune with a pointed half-smile, both tender and sorrowful. He lowered his head in a nod. “Well. I, for one, trust you.”

The muscles in his jaw unwound into the broader likeness of a smile, and Maedhros nearly did not utter the words. “After everything.” Emotion wound about his inner being like stubborn weeds on barren mountain paths.

“Moreso, after everything.”

I really love the modern/college AU where Damen grows out his majestic lion mane and has it in a man bun EHEHEHHE //;//q///;//, the more for Laurent to play with *wonkwonk*. And of course their life together didn’t start out that great being roommates, and coincidentally work together at the same place, oh man…. But hey “happy ending is a must!”, as I always say laff!

Fairytas on Etsy

i have witnessed unspeakable horrors . the horrors weren't undescribable or anything, i just had to sign an NDA

(source)

This looks like a shitpost but it’s actually solid advice, like, if you want to achieve a goal you have to pace yourself and be patient instead of expecting too much too soon and then giving up

And speaking of pronouns, flat-out my favorite part of the LOTR Appendices is when it’s revealed that the Gondorian dialect of the Common Speech differentiates between formal and informal second-person pronouns but the distinction’s been lost in the Hobbit’s dialect, so Pippin’s blithely been using familiar terms of address with the Lord of the City, and thus helps to explain both why the Gondorians are so ready to assume he’s a prince and why Denethor finds him so amusing to have around.

not what i expected from a post that began with “speaking of pronouns,” but an a++ show of the versatility and surprise daily available on tumblr dot com

are you telling me Pippin says “y’all”

“can you pass the mead fam”

This absolutely means Rohan (at least Rohan nobility) uses the same dialect, cause of their close diplomatic ties with Gondor, so both Merry and Pippin are out here solemnly pledging their service to kings and stewards while basically calling them ‘bro’ and being tiny and cute. No wonder even Denethor was like “… yeah, I really wanted to hate you cause of how Boromir died, but it’s literally impossible… also I suspect you’re Gandalf’s spy… but fuck it, come sit next to me.”

One of the things I definitely adore about Damen and Laurent is the fact they're such gentle lovers once Laurent allows himself to indulge.

Think about it, they're in so many tense situations, their lives more than complicated and both of them have so much baggage. Last thing I expected was for them to be so... sweet and gentle.

Damen really treats Laurent like something precious, even after they just realized they're attracted to each other. And that gentleness and loving is something Laurent just isn't used to and, as he said, "can't defend himself from it". The amount of "SQUEEEEEE" I was letting out whenever they started being adorable. Perfection

I never really liked how, in either the book or the movie, we never really get to see Thranduil and Bard paying their respects to Thorin by laying the Arkenstone and Orcrist on his body. I always thought it was such a touching thing for them to do and a good symbol of the future alliance between the three races in the north.

For movie Thranduil, it would have been an even nicer thing to see, considering how cold a character he had been turned into, but given that it was Leggo-my-Eggo who gave Thorin the sword during BoFA, such a thing wasn't possible.

But, hey, that's what fanfic's for, right? So, of course, in Nightmares, I made sure to write out a scene where Thranduil and Bard get their moment to pay respects.

And, having written such a scene, I now present to you, a rare snippet of Moosie's writing that will probably go unseen due to the glitchy account:

Whispers started to fill the chamber and, as she looked towards the entrance, she saw Thranduil and Bard among the procession of mourners. Behind her, she could hear Dain and some members of the Company grumbling about the presence of the Elvenking and part of her wanted to turn around and shush them. Bilbo, however, beat her to it and the grumbling abruptly ended.

When the pair reached Thorin’s bier, they halted, both man and elf bowed their heads in solemn respect to the fallen leader. After a moment, Thranduil lifted his gaze and glanced across the way, looking at the various members of the Company. When his eyes fell on Baylee, who gave him a small nod of her head, he returned the gesture before speaking.

“A warrior as great as Thorin Oakenshield should not venture into the afterlife unarmed,” he said, his voice being amplified by the chamber’s acoustics. Suddenly, he drew forth a sword hidden beneath his cloak—Orcrist. Around him, dwarves and humans alike jumped back from him in shock; a few of the dwarves uttered annoyed curses in Khuzdul.

“Should orcs or goblins ever come near this mountain again, this blade—being crafted by the elven masters of old—will glow blue in warning,” Thranduil continued, stepping forward. With the greatest of care, he tucked the sword into the crook of Thorin’s arm. “I gift this sword to the dwarves of Erebor as a token of friendship and of peace between our peoples. Let our feud be ended.”

Then Bard stepped forward. “I do not come bearing a gift,” he said, reaching into his jacket. “Instead, I come with that which was taken from this place in hopes of rekindling the bond that was once shared by Dale and Erebor.” He brought out the Arkenstone, which earned plenty of astonished exclamations from the dwarves around him. “Let the Arkenstone now be returned to the Lonely Mountain—to where it belongs.”

The gem gleamed brilliantly in the torchlight and almost seemed to glow from within as the human placed it atop Thorin’s chest. The sight of it, however, made Baylee’s stomach churn. It was that jewel that had driven her beloved to the point of insanity and nearly doomed them all. If it were up to her, she would cast it into the deepest pit of the mountain and forbid anyone from seeking it out ever again.

OMG everyone please reblog this! Thank you @missiemoosie for writing one of the most coveted scenes the movies deprived us of. 😭 I love the elegant style to your language and word choices and the tone you give Thranduil. This is the first of your writings I have been able to read and I am in awe. I love this so, so much; please let me know where I can find the rest of the story.

Thank you all so much for all the love you show to our Russingon cosplay

So here's a brand new photo of them being tender

We hope you like it ❤️

Maedhros by @nyarindeidhrael

Fingon by me

Auguste, maybe you should think of getting ready for battle first, and then help your brother?.. Well haha who cares anyways, you won't die there... right?

I spent like two hours on this silly lamen playlist to listen to while I draw them, didn't draw anything but it was entertaining 😶‍🌫️

Laurent is like the platonic ideal for “look like th’ innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t” except he’s also not because no one except Torveld even thinks he looks like an innocent flower. So it’s like he’s the serpent that’s even more serpent-y underneath. 

Feanor and his kids in the Halls of Mandos (or in the Void™ or whatever) watching Maglor talk to seagulls and crabs and sing Noldolantë for the 5420735891th time in a row:

A brief interruption in project: Draw ALL the Elves to experiment with some new paper. And to draw trash ship pictures for arrogantemu. Yes, this is Sauron and Celebrimbor making out. Yes, I am a terrible person. No, I don’t have any shame.

(For the curious: this is specifically Sauron and Celebrimbor from the happy AU version of the fic my partner in crime is currently working on. And yes, I’m making her write both versions.)