“Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people, more numerous formerly than they are today; for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth: a well-ordered and well-farmed countryside was their favourite haunt… They dressed in bright colours, being notably fond of yellow and green… All Hobbits had originally lived in holes in the ground… A preference for round windows, and even round doors, was the chief remaining peculiarity of hobbit-architecture.” from Concerning Hobbits of The Lord of the Rings Prologue by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Very fast sketch of kind of beast-Morgoth. In my headcanon when somebody is close to Bauglir he(person) can see weird stuff, some kind of bad dream alive or something like drug-effect where everything is different in colors, shapes and just meaning, all around is in some kind of fog and Morgot can be like illusion in this form. …I dunno if I explained myself correctly XD sorry
Actually I just imagined this concept of his crown and all the other things came after
Telling the young girl about your feelings for her father was a decision you’d made without thinking while chatting to her about the ‘platonic’ relationship you were supposed to have with him. Since then, she’s been teasing and taunting you about telling him.
You had absolutely no intention of telling Bard how you felt but Tilda was getting more and more obvious.
So, in hindsight, you really should have seen the incident at dinner coming.
The conversation had moved onto Bard’s current marital status (single and painfully so, according to Tilda)- how it got there you’d forgot.
“I can’t marry without love,” Bard was explaining, a small smile on his lips, “And no woman loves me, thus my prospects end there, I’m afraid.”
“Y/N loves you!” Tilda blurted out.
Everyone went silent and you froze in the middle of lifting a forkful of vegetables to your mouth.
Slowly, everybody turned to look at you.
With an awkward gulp and nervous excuse, you hurried away from the table and to your bedroom. Head to toe flushed scarlet in embarrassment.
A soft knock on your door revealed Bard who smiled warmly and took your hands in his.
“Y/N,” he whispered, “Y-you love me?”
Offering a silent nod, you avoided his gaze and chewed your lip shyly.
“Then,” he continued, tilting your chin with a finger, “Can I ask: May I court you?”