it's about the dwarves

anonymous asked:

Do you have any thoughts on Dwarf babies?

Oh boy I have lots of thoughts about dwarf babies ALL THE TIME

Dwarf babies are colloquially called Pebbles and are small with fuzzy pudgy cheeks!

Parents carry them around in slings when they’re very little and often keep them nearby when working on their crafts. The babies get comfort by holding onto their parents’ beards or hair, and they like to grab noses when they’re in reach. 

(They also tend to headbutt things in reach when they get the strength for it)

Dwarves raising pebbles tend to have quite good support from others when caring for them, especially within extended families and guilds. Bearers of pebbles are highly respected for crafting life like Mahal the Maker crafted the first dwarves. 

As pebbles grow, the first craft they learn (or at least try) tends to be that of a parent or other family member, because they are around them when they work.

(Contrary to popular belief, dwarf babies do not spring from the ground or the stone. The misconception that the Dwarven reproduction rate is so low is held by other races because not many outsiders ever get to SEE dwarf babies. Dwarves tend to raise their children in the mountains where it’s safe)

Dwarf Wardens leaving their home with Duncan and looking up at the sky and seeing clouds and the sun for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens looking up at that same sky at night and seeing the moon and stars for the first time ever

Dwarf Wardens that have never even seen a dog before suddenly having this Mabari following them around

Dwarf Wardens getting caught in a rainstorm and Alistair has to explain No it’s okay the sky didn’t break this is a thing that happens sometimes

Dwarf Wardens boggling at how foods that are so rare back home- grains, fruits, crops- are everywhere up here

Dwarf Wardens being fascinated by flowers or bugs or trees

Dwarf Wardens that feel vulnerable without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens that feel free without a cave ceiling overhead

Dwarf Wardens exploring this world that is so vastly different from the one they know

Dwarf Wardens

Courting Customs (Thorin x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys!! So here is a request of @deepestfirefun The idea was so cute! I hope that you will like it! 

Request:  Thorin x reader (human, little smaller than average human) She has very long and thick hair and has problems taming it one (knots etc) Thorin notices that and offers to help. She agrees without really thinking about its significance to dwarves. While Thorin is busy with her hair, she suddenly remembers what it means in dwarven culture when a male us attending female’s hair. She actually has strong feelings for him but because he is a king, she has been quiet about it and is wondering how is it possible to someone so fierce and ruthless warrior like Thorin to be so gentle. Thorin is secretly happy that she has allowed him to help her and notice that she has fallen some sort of trance by his touch. Looooots of fluff!!!!

Fandom: The Hobbit 

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader

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Courting Customs (Thorin x Reader)

Originally posted by tinysofia

You sighed as you sat on a log not so far away from the company at night. It wasn’t a particularly cold night but the wind was chilly and you started to shiver, alone on your log. The fire was surrounded by the dwarves, not that they didn’t try to make you sit with them but you were too pissed off to be among others for now. You groaned and almost threw your hairbrush on the ground as you tried to untangle your long (H/C) hair desperately. You had always love your hair, for a human you had beautiful long and thick hair, almost as soft as an elf and almost as thick as a dwarf. You were proud of your beautiful locks and you always loved taking care of them. However, now that you were riding on a pony in the wild all day long, you slowly started to get annoyed by your long and tangled hair. It was simply a mess, no matter how long you brushed your locks in hope to finally remove the knots and how hard you tired, you could never manage to untangle them. It was so infuriating that you started to get grumpier as the days passed. The company saw your struggle but no one dared to propose their help.

It was a serious matter for dwarves as no one other than the husband of a lass or the dwarf who’s courting them can touch their hair. Balin had told you about the courting customs among dwarves a while ago but it has weirdly vanished off of your mind as you slowly started to get angrier with each day passing. Even Bilbo couldn’t dare to touch your hair but only because he was afraid of Thorin’s wrath. You didn’t know it but the dwarf King had his eyes on you since the first time you met him at Bag End. You had intrigued him with your big (E/C) beautiful eyes and your charming smile. He remembered wondering how a daughter of men could be so small as you only reached Thorin’s height. You were indeed smaller than an average human but Thorin couldn’t care less, it even increased his interest in you. However, Thorin remembered looking with want and adoration at your hair. It seemed so soft and glorious. Slowly, the King started to fall in love with you and he hopelessly tried to keep you safe. Thorin tried to make you notice his care for you but weirdly, any attempt would go unnoticed. So much that the dwarf started to think that you would never return his feelings.

On the other hand, you were completely and utterly in love with Thorin Oakenshield. You loved everything about him, his kind heart, his courage, his strength, his love for his kin, his deep blue eyes, … You knew that your attraction toward the king was more than a simple crush. However, every time you caught yourself fantasying about what your life could be with Thorin by your side, you quickly remembered who he was and how unworthy a common folk like you was for the greatest king among dwarves. Your heart clenched every time you thought about your forbidden love for the soon to be King. It was simply impossible and you knew it.

Your hand clenched around your hairbrush as you closed your eyes, trying not to shout in desperation and anger as yet another knot got stuck in your brush. You sighed and let the brush fall on the ground as you finally gave up. From the other side of camp, Thorin was watching you struggle with your hair. The king sat next to Dwalin and Balin, wondering if he should make the final step and see if you would accept to be courted by him. The king was scared as he watched you, he had already accepted his fate. Dwarves could only love once and he had recognized you as his One. Thorin’s heart and soul were now linked to yours even if you might not feel the same.

“Go talk to her.” An annoyed gruff voice said from next to Thorin by the fire. The dwarf king wiped his head to look at his friend with wide eyes.

“Who are you talking about?” Thorin answered, trying to hide his shocked face.

“Who do you think I’m talking about! (Y/N)! She occurs to be the only one here I can refer as ‘she’.” Dwalin said sassily, making his brother smirk. Balin looked at you then at his king with a soft smile.

“My brother is right, lad. (Y/N) seems to have some issue with taming her hair lately. The lass would definitely need some help from your capable hands.” Balin said and Thorin groaned.

“She does not need my help, or at least she does not want it.”

“How can you know?” Dwalin scoffed, rolling his eyes at his stubborn friend.

“She did not blink when I gave her my share of food, she did not…” Thorin started to explain but Balin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“(Y/N) is not a dwarf, Thorin. She doesn’t know how to react properly to what you’re doing for her. She might just think that you are being nice to her.” The old adviser said wisely. Thorin stared at Balin for a while before finally looking down in defeat and sighed.

“Very well… I will try.” Thorin muttered grumpily as he looked back up at you then finally got up.

Dwalin and Balin smirked at each other as they observed their king and friend walk in your direction. Dwalin sent a stern look Fili and Kili’s way as he saw them make a move to follow their uncle. The two young princes quickly sat back down next to Bofur and Bifur, scared to challenge the ruthless warrior. Thorin approached your shaking form with slow paces, the king squeezed his palms into fists with nervousness. The possibility of yet another rejection was too much to handle for the poor awkward king. Thorin was usually quite proud and sure of himself but every time he was around you, he didn’t know how to act. You made him nervous without even knowing. Thorin stopped before you, his boots only visible for your leaning head. You slowly looked up, your (E/C) eyes meeting his deep blue ones and you blushed.

“T… Thorin.” You stuttered his name, making him smile. Maybe he wasn’t the only one to feel nervous after all.

“My lady.” Thorin answered with a small bow of his head. You chuckled softly at his choice of word and smiled up shyly at him. “I couldn’t help but see you struggle to tame your hair.” His deep baritone voice made butterflies fly in your stomach but you quickly made them all fly away, trying to keep your brain focused on the conversation.

“Y… Yes. Unfortunately, it seems that I can’t untangle the mess the wind and the wild transformed my hair into.” You answered with an embarrassed chuckle. Thorin looked at you with kindness and another feeling that you didn’t think possible.

“Well, my Lady. Would you like me to try for you?” Thorin asked with the smallest but also gentlest smile you had even seen.

“You mean… You would help me with my hair?” You asked, confused.

“Yes. If you want me to, I can take care of your hair for you. I had to do it quite a lot with my little sister.” Thorin admitted, the memory of Dis young and giggling as he tried to brush her hair warming his heart. You smiled at his words and took your hairbrush from the ground with a soft smile.

“It would be very nice of you, Thorin.” You said and extended your arm in front of you to hand him the brush. Thorin’s eyes widen and lit up as he bowed before you and gently took the hairbrush from your hand. His warm fingers brushed against the skin of your palm, making a shock of electricity ran up your arm and shivers down your back. Once again you tried to catch hold of your emotions but the strange pull you felt toward Thorin was even harder to control with his hands touching yours.

“Thank you, my Lady.” Thorin breathed out but you frowned and shook your head.

“It’s me who should thank you, Thorin. And… Hm… I’m not a Lady. I’m simply (Y/N).” You answered with flushed cheeks as you slid from the log to the ground so Thorin could take your place on the log. The King sat behind you, your back between his knees and for the first time, he ran his rough fingers through your hair.

“In my opinion, you are a Lady.” Thorin breathed next to your ear, his warm breath mixed with his fingers touching the base of your neck making your eyelids heavy as much that you closed your eyes and a soft sound of approval left your lips. Thorin smiled as he saw your reaction to his touch and started to work.

Slowly and gently, Thorin ran the brush through your hair, enjoying the feeling of your silky locks brushing on the skin of his palms and through his fingers. He hummed softly just for you both to hear, his voice sounded fantastic, like heaven to  your ears. The deep vibration he was creating reverberated in your ears and in your chest, sending your body into some kind of trance, feeling too relaxed and at peace to even see the looks of shock and amusement the company was casting you.

Thorin was happy that you had finally agree to let him help and he tried to pour all his love and adoration for you in his movements. His hands finished brushing your hair, magically taming it with graceful skills and he started to slowly massage your scalp making you hum in appreciation. Thorin smiled, amused to see you in such a state. You couldn’t believe that such a ruthless and fierce warrior like Thorin could be so gentle and caring. Weirdly you had the impression that he saved this soft side for only the ones he loved. However, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly had the privilege to see his secretive soft side.

His hands were now playing with your locks, secretly enjoying their texture on his skin. He took a deep breath and started to braid your hair as your eyes opened slowly, a content smile on your lips. However, a frown appeared on your features as you saw the smirks on the company’s faces. Balin smiled at you and casted him a confused look, why were they all looking at you as if another head had popped out of your neck? You tried to understand, your brain fuming and trying to remember. Then, your eyes widen and you gasped, making Thorin stop braiding and look at you.

“Are you alright?” Thorin’s deep voice asked from behind you, one of his hands squeezing your right shoulder.

“Yes.” You squeaked out, your eyes still wide open. You cleaned your throat then started to talk. “You know… I had a long talk with Balin the other day…” Thorin kept braiding your hair and hummed to make you keep going.

“And we talked about courting customs.” At your words Thorin felt his cheeks slightly flush. “He told me that dwarves were really protective of their women and that dwarves could only love once. You call those ‘One’ if I remember well. He said it is like a soulmate.” You said, twiddling your thumbs nervously.

“Yes, this is true.” Thorin said, trying to understand where you were going.

“He also talked about the importance of hair in your courting customs.”

“Did he?” Thorin said but at the same time the King glanced up to glare at his old friend. Balin smiled then leaned in to say something to Dwalin.

“Yes, he did.” You said. “So, there is something that I must have misunderstood. Balin told me that touching the hair of someone was reserved to family or your lover.” Your cheeks were as red as a tomato as you felt Thorin clip something in your hair.

“You understood perfectly, Ghishavel.” Thorin whispered as he finally let go of your hair. You turned around slowly, your eyes landing on a smiling Thorin.

“Then… Why did you propose to help me with my hair?” Your voice was shaking, scared to hear the answer. Thorin staid silent for a while his eyes never leaving yours.

“Because I care for you. Deeply.” Thorin breathed and your mouth fell agape.

“This… This is impossible.” You breathed out and Thorin frowned.

“Why? Why is that so hard to consider?” Thorin asked as he got up in a start making you jump on your feet as well.

“Because you are a king and I… I am nothing.” You answered sadly. “I care for you too, Thorin but we could never…” Thorin shook his head and stepped forward then cupped your cheeks in his calloused hand.

“Stop. Don’t say that.” Your heart stopped as Thorin’s forehead touched yours. “Don’t say that we are not meant to be.”

“Thorin…” You breathed out.

“(Y/N), I don’t care about what other Lords could think. You are my One, my soulmate, my one and only love.” Thorin said, his nose touching yours and his breath ghosting over your lips. “I will always love you, even if you don’t feel the same I will forever care for you, I will forever try to keep you safe.” Thorin’s hand slowly shift from your cheek to your hair, his fingers softly brushing over the new braids in your hair including the one with Thorin’s bead clasped at the end. You closed your eyes, trying to process everything. It seemed too surreal, too perfect to be true but for once in your life you deserved to be happy.

“I love you, Thorin Oakenshield. More than anything on this earth, I’ll love you until my last breath and even after death.” You whispered, making Thorin’s eyes shine with happy tears.

“I love you too, Amrâlimê. With all my heart. My soul is yours.” You smiled and giggled happily at his word then Thorin asked something that made you blush.

“Amrâlimê, may I kiss you?” Thorin breathed. Your lips were brushing as you both breathed heavily and you nodded your head slowly, not trusting your voice.

Thorin smiled then slowly closed the distance between your lips, pulling you into a gentle but passionate kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft for someone who was spending so much time in the wild. His kiss was breathtaking, literally. Your lips moved in sync and you both tried to pour all your love for each other into this single moment, as well as all the longing and passion you had tried to hide for months. You smiled as you finally pulled away to breathe and Thorin pulled you in his arms then span you around in circles, laughing in joy as the entire company cheered for you and their king.

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve his love but you were never going to complain.

Tell me what you think! I always love to have feedbacks! 

XXX Lisy 

astronomutual  asked:

for the song meme thing: thranduil!


If I remember correctly, this was an ask for the lyrics that remind me of that character…..Well lets see….

“You want a hot body?

Originally posted by fuckyeahndu

 You want a Bugatti?

Originally posted by middleearthandjourneys

You want a Maserati?

Originally posted by quick-mind

 You better work bitch

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

You want a Lamborghini? 

Originally posted by imaginepace

Sippin’ martinis?

Originally posted by happytakes

Look hot in a bikini  crown that’s twiggy?

Originally posted by bohodoe

 You better work bitch

Originally posted by shipstership

You wanna live fancy?

Originally posted by futuristicphilosopheruniverse

 Live in a big mansion?

Originally posted by thranduilista

Party in France?

Originally posted by carrigold

You better work bitch,

Originally posted by tinysofia

 you better work bitch

Originally posted by addictedtoleepace

You better work bitch, 

Originally posted by thranduilista

you better work bitch

Originally posted by shipstership

Now get to work bitch!

Originally posted by thegnotesots

Now get to work bitch!” 

Originally posted by middleearthsource

-Work, Bitch by Britney Spears ( X )

Thank you for this. It improved my mood drastically!

(The dwarves are not impressed, Thranduil….)

(Shout out to all the amazing gif-creators! \m/ )

Warcraft might be garbage but it’s MY garbage, so Blizzcon is always a lot of fun and super energizing.  I feel turned off by the horde vs. alliance faction baiting (rip teldrassil) but I know the devs are aware that the conflict can’t carry an xpac, so I’m excited to see where it goes.

The new Overwatch hero looks like so much fun!  I’m so ready to see if she jives with my playstyle or not.

I’m bummed that there isn’t any real Starcraft news despite the StarcraftII esports push, but the Widowmaker/Nova skin is at least a wink and a nod in my direction!

Fenris takes care to fill their home with as many books as he can. He buys them in the marketplace, sometimes he finds them, though he mostly buys them now that he has the money. He buys books about…everything, from herb gardening to fantastical tales of man-made people, and he reads all of it. 

Katra reads a good bit of it too, though she definitely has more of a preference for the ridiculous books than the practical ones. But Fenris is a book glutton, his appetite is not so easily satisfied with one genre. He reads and betters himself, teaches himself how to cook better and even some traditional Fereldan things for Katra. He learns to garden, and to train any new dogs that come into their lives. He even reads a beginner’s book on writing and he tries his hand at that. 

He adores reading about geography and history of different peoples. The Alamarri are particularly fascinating, as are the dwarves. He reads about the Chantry and its founding, then he reads the entirety of the Chant. He isn’t one for singing, but he thinks he can speak it well. He enjoys Genitivi’s work, surprisingly, and as he reads, the more apart he feels. Apart from Tevinter and slavery. He feels like Fenris, lover to Katra Hawke, avid reader, occasional creative writer, a man who enjoys his fine wines and his shit ales from shit taverns with good friends, not Fenris the slave. Just…Fenris. 

When little Macie is born, he holds her close each night and picks a book from the ever growing library. He shows her book covers and whatever she seems most interested in, he reads for thirty minutes to her. Over time, she develops slight preferences for bed time stories - she’s like her mother and enjoys fantastic tales to see her off to sleep. But during the day, Fenris will often find her curled up on a couch reading about birds or bee keeping. There’s a new book in her grasp every week and he talks to her about them, he’s just about read them all. And they gab and gab and gab for hours. 

He teaches her how to cook, particularly the Fereldan dishes because that is her heritage. He shows her how to garden and how to train the mabari that finds her one day. And together, she discovers the joys of reading. 

Are Elves really more beautiful than the other races of Middle-earth or is it just the plain, cold fact that they’re cleaner than everyone else at least 95% of the time? 

That inner glow in their skin … maybe it’s just a lack of grime.  Perhaps they had inherent traits of really good symmetry, height, and proportion, but every complexion looks better when it’s not dulled by dirt. 

The refugees of Laketown receive aid from the Elves of Mirkwood.

Child: (wide-eyed girl tugs on her mother’s hand) Mommy! The Elves are so pretty and their clothes look so fancy.  Aren’t they pretty mommy?

Woman: (awe-struck) They are fair as a spring morning and they smell like meadow flowers.  What is that fragrance that lingers about them?

Elf:  Soap.


An Instrumental Playlist for the Dwarves of Middle Earth

35 songs, 1 hour and 53 minutes


(I have ranted about this to my friend just now, but I have all these feels and I need to share my pain with all those of you who care to suffer with me)

I have never noticed this until now , but right at the beginning, when Gandalf comes to Bag End, Bilbo has a map of Erebor lying on the table. And I just….!

It’s been sixty years.

Sixty years!

All this time and the map is still lying on the table. He might have just looked at because he’s been planning to leave the Shire. Because he wants to see the mountains. 
But that map is framed. It hasn’t been resting in some chest to be forgotten about. It must have hung on the wall somewhere.

Just imagine him, every morning, having his breakfast (and second breakfast and Elevensies) sitting at that table, looking at that map. And every morning, it all comes rushing back to him: 

Fili’s laughter and Kili’s cheerfulness. Dwalin’s grumpy murmuring as he tends to his weapons. Bofur’s stories, and the sound of his flute. The way Bombur seemed to light up when talking about recipes and a good meal.

And clearest of them all is the sound of Thorin’s voice. The rare but warm smiles he seemed to reserve for those dear to him, and how Bilbo had been proud to count himself as one of them.

It hurts. It hurts so much. In the beginning because Bilbo finds himself thinking ‘what if’; if there had been anything he could have done better, if he could have saved them. 
Later it’s because he has realised that there is nothing that could have saved the three of them. They died too soon, too young, and Bilbo was helpless and knowing this is perhaps even worse than the wondering.

So Bilbo remembers. It hurts, and he lets it, because not remembering is worse. 
Because they were his friends, his family, and they were real and alive, and if Bilbo forgets that (-forgets them-) there will be no hobbit left to do so.

They deserve to be remembered.

So he tells their story to all those who want to hear it, and even to all those who don’t. It’s the only way Bilbo knows to honour their memory. He owes them that.

So he sings their song. Says the words and writes them down and whispers them to himself before he goes to bed and when he eats and when he regards that map - again and again and again.

Because if nothing else counts, all the world will know that he is sorry.


Look at all these wonderful wooden bits!!

This was a great Sunday afternoon. I got to finally play Belfort for the first time. It’s really interesting worker placement game and doesn’t really unfold its strategy to you until about half-way through. You’re elves and dwarves building a town, and you get points based on how many building in each section you control.

Then I got to play one of my all-time favorite games, Orléans. I can’t praise this game enough. It mixes deck building with worker placement and has a ton of ways to get points. Every turn you want to do everything, but you’re limited in choice based on the colored discs you draw. It looks like an intimidating Euro-barf of a game, but it’s incredibly elegant. Everyone I’ve ever played with loves it.

I also played Quantum and Can’t Stop, two other awesome games. The night before was Onitama, Tokaido, and Mission: Red Planet. It was a good weekend.

it’s that time again, the time when I’m pissed off when everyone is nodding wisely about ‘greedy Dwarves’ and 'mad mindless Thorin’, or 'every twitch Thorin now does is just the gold sickness’, or how Thorin and his blindly loyal company fucked up everything for everyone. While completely ignoring how Bilbo fucked up for selfish reasons as well, or how the Men and Elves didn’t stop to think either, or even about how Elves and Men have a higher track record of fucking up due to greed

He was supposed to have a shield according to concept art but I noticed he didn’t after the battle and so I figured he probably got hurt and I had to draw SOMETHING today

When Lenny and Gotham Converse...

So I know that a lot of you think that when @gotham-ruaidh​ and I chat it’s a lot of conniving to see which of us can come up with fanfic plots that will make you cry more… And you would be right. For the most part we do spitball ideas and pass snippets of works in progress back and forth to kill each other with feels - we have to make sure they work, after all. But we do often find ourselves on hilarious tangents and this one from the other day was too funny not to share. (You’ll have to let us know how much you agree and how much is just that we share the same lame sense of humor)

We were - as you’ve probably guessed - discussing fics in progress and I made a comment about my appreciation for when Murtagh is bashful (I bet some of you already know where this is going) and my mind immediately made the Disney association and so @gotham-ruaidh​ and I spent the next… let’s just say it was only an hour, debating and assigning which of the Leoch Higlanders would be which of the seven dwarves. 


The toughest role to assign was Grumpy, because there were so many viable candidates. Ultimately we decided that Colum was the grumpiest and most deserving of the designation. Once we knew that Colum was Grumpy, it became obvious that Dougal would have to be Dopey per Colum’s observation that 

“I’ve heard it said often enough that a man’s brain stops workin’ when his cock’s standin’, and now I think maybe I believe it. […] If the brothers MacKenzie have but one cock and one brain between the two of them, then I’m glad of my half of the bargain!”

With those two dwarves assigned, the next few were more obvious. Ned is the only true candidate for Doc just as Rupert immediately leapt out for Happy. Despite the bashful Murtagh comment that started the conversation, Willie was a more bashful Bashful. 

Though Angus had been a contender for Grumpy, he ultimately became our Sleepy - “Is that Spanish?” - which left only Sneezy. It was a tough rationalization but Murtagh is our Sneezy. Why? Because he’s generally quiet and innocuous but when he does get involved in something, it’s abrupt, forceful, and when it’s over you generally have the urge to bless him. 

With the dwarves settled, the question became which of Jamie and Claire would be Snow White to the other’s Prince Charming? The verdict: they share the roles in this unorthodox production of the fairy tale. They definitely take turns saving one another within the text and there’s plenty of kissing on both sides. 

And just like that, in the span of an hour we managed to turn the Leoch rent collecting party into a traveling production of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves with marquee performances at Fort William and Wentworth where Black Jack Randall assumed the role of the Evil Queen. 

(And now I’m wondering how long it will take for this to get photoshopped into a thing. Also, I found this conversation way funnier than I should have because Graham McTavish is a dwarf, just a Tolkien dwarf as opposed to a Disney one. Okay, I’m done now.)