loyalty honour and a willing heart

Boromir would have acknowledged that Thorin Oakenshield is a King approximately 10 seconds after meeting him.

He would’ve immediately volunteered to come along to the Quest, because the military situation in Gondor is manageable right now, and besides they really do not need the possibility of a dragon allying himself with Mordor, seriously, orcs are bad enough.

Boromir then proceeds to appoint himself as the official protector of everyone around him (because that’s what he does) and after a while he starts to challenge the people who sound like they’re being less than respectful towards Thorin, because fuck that. From what he’s seen and heard, this guy has been fighting tooth and nail for his people for who knows how long, so hold your tongues you’re talking to a King.

And the Company is just staring at Boromir, because there’s no way they’ve somehow managed to find a human Dwalin. Not possible. But there he is, asking those Men if they’d like to have Gondor declare war on them, because that can be arranged, and oh Mahal, definitely a human Dwalin. How???

Thorin isn’t exactly sure what’s happening or why, but this Lord of Men is defending dwarven honour and there’s no way he’s ever forgetting that. Boromir doesn’t know it yet, but he’s just accidentally secured an alliance between Gondor and Erebor. 

Dwalin is nearly beside himself with approval.


I would take each and every one of these Dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills. For when I called upon them, they answered. Loyalty. Honour. A willing heart. I can ask no more than that.

Finally done this too, commission for lovely loyalty-honour-a-willing-heart, a scene from her fanfiction Golden Emerald. It’s a no-Smaug AU, Thorin has gold sickness, hence the dark clothes. He’s still a dork though.


My second entry for the RBB is a Rock Star AU. Where Thorin is a sort of fallen from grace Rock God whose band decides to get back together for one last tour. And Bilbo is his new PR manager who has to deal with all that’s thrown at him. 

I had two lovely authors who brought this idea to life, and you should read their amazing fics.

Blaze of Glory by loyalty-honour-a-willing-heart


Durin’s Bane by bilboo

Aelin’s Coronation - ToG Fic - Chp 1/1

Summary/Notes: Oneshot. Title is fairly self explanatory. First fic posted on Tumblr so my apologies if its not satisfactory.



Her name was Aelin. Aelin Fireheart, Aelin of the wildfire. And she would not be afraid.

Aelin had been waiting for this day for years. She supposed she had always thought she’d be… wiser by now. That somehow, the pain and blood and tears, the wars, the years of fighting would have shaped her into a queen. A Queen of Terrasen. But she wasn’t. Or at least, she didn’t feel like it. She had seen her coronation day as some far off point on a distant horizon. She had imagined a different version of herself, an Aelin that was graceful, polished and conscientious. Court trained. Regal. But underneath her elegant robes, she still felt like the person she had always been. Yet everything had changed, and she would never be any different, but she would never be the same either.

She’d never be ready for this, she’d never be prepared. She’d never know completely what she was doing. Perhaps she would learn as she went along, she mused. Perhaps she would get to a point and something would click into place. That was the thing, she didn’t know. Maybe that was what was so overwhelming about it. Maybe that was the whole point.

Aelin walked slowly towards the throne. She could see her court, and the courts of the rest of Erilea. She spotted Prince Galan of Wendlyn, her cousin and ally standing tall and proud. The King and Queen of Eyllwe, smiling warmly, and the recently reinstated monarchs of Fenharrow and Melisande. Ansel of the Western Wastes was also in attendance, fiercely resplendent in the wolf carved armour Aelin had first laid eyes on in the Red Desert when she was just seventeen. Aelin almost missed Elide on Ansel’s other side, and Aelin noticed with a start that she was crying, tears of joy streaming down her pale face. And there was Queen Manon Blackbeak, and the rest of her Thirteen, to represent the Ironteeth-Crochan Witch Alliance. Manon’s eyes met Aelin’s as she passed. Asterin Blackbeak’s intense gaze burned as she flashed Aelin a wicked grin from her Wing Leader’s side.

Dorian, not more than a foot from Manon’s side, smiled kindly at her. Aelin beamed right back at her friend, remembering briefly the spoiled Prince who’d freed a self serving assassin from Endovier more than two years ago now, and she felt a strange rush of gratitude towards him, and a twinge of pain in her heart for all they both had lost. At his side stood the Captain of Adarlan’s Royal Guard, and Aelin surprised herself by wanting to throw her arms around him. For being what she had needed, once. For setting her life on a course that had in part lead her to stand where she stood today. Chaol did not smile, but he did not need to. She felt, looking at him there, that he understood. He saw her as she was, and he accepted her for what she was. Aelin could see in his all too familiar brown eyes that he wished her well, and she hoped with all her heart that he was happy.

Aelin stepped up onto the dais, facing the throne. The throne that had been hers since before she was born. She could feel the weight of her people’s eyes on her back, the gold dress she wore cut low, her scars and tattoos in full view, golden hair plaited back so her pointed Fae ears were also visible.

An assassin’s hood no longer sheltered her from judgement, from sight. She gave her people everything she was, as they gave her all the trust they had left to give in return.

Aelin glanced to Rowan and despite his impassive expression and strong warrior stance, his green eyes held love. To her left, she saw Lysandra, Evangeline hiding in her skirts. The shifter smiled widely at her queen, giving the reassurance that only a true friend could.

She reached the Throne of Terrasen, and the Heir of Fire, the Queen once of Shadows, but now of Light, turned to face her Ashryver cousin, the sword of Orynth sheathed at his side and the Terrasen crown jewels in his hands.

It had seemed fitting that Aedion be the one to conduct the ceremony. He was a prince and warrior general of Terrasen, and there was no one else Aelin felt could do it. Aedion had been here for her all along. He had truly seen her from the beginning and loved her even when they were apart, and the kinship and camaraderie between them could never be replaced or replicated.

Aelin knelt before the throne, her cousin behind her.

“Do you, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, swear blood, loyalty, and honour to the kingdom of Terrasen?”

The pause felt like it stretched out for an eternity. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was it. This was what she had been fighting for since the beginning. Since Nehemia’s death, and perhaps even before. Aelin sent up a silent prayer to honour and thank the Princess of Eyllwe. She wished her friend could be here today. This was what she was meant for, this was the path she had been walking for years, long before she was willing to accept it. This was for Nehemia. This was for her parents. This was for Sam. Most important of all, this was for herself.

She felt so aware of herself in that moment. Of who she was and what she was. She was the same girl she always had been. Headstrong. Passionate. Beautiful. And yet she was also a woman, a woman who was utterly different and new. Honourable. Brave. Powerful. That was the woman she saw in the faces of the people she loved when they looked at her. Her allies and friends. Her court and her family. A woman worthy of being called Queen.

“I, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, swear my blood, my loyalty, and my honour to the kingdom of Terrasen. I promise to serve and protect its people for the rest of my immortal life, and I will use every last drop of my power if that’s what it takes to do so.” Aelin bowed her head.

Aedion lifted the crown from the platter beside him and placed it on her head. Aelin felt the weight of the crown, the responsibility it held that had once frightened her so much, but no longer. She could bear it, she could hold it, and she would not falter.

“Rise, my queen,” said Aedion.

So as she rose, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius turned to face her people, and she was not afraid.


when they get married Bilbo refuses to don anything publicly that cannot be shed in private, foregoing the traditional ear piercings.

But there are more private spots that are less flaunting… More easily hidden.


or The consort!AU in which Bilbo has a tongue piercing and uses it to drive Thorin crazy

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where is your phone? couch
your hair? greasy
your dad? best
your other half? fictional
your favorite food? mum’s
your dream last night? forgot
your favorite drink? coffee
fear? falling
favorite shoes? sneakers
favorite way to relax? music 
your mood? ELVES
i love? food
where were you last night? middle-earth
something that you aren’t? hotshit
muffins? sure
wish list item? sword
where did you grow up? village
last thing you did? fangirl/cry
what are you wearing right now? onesie
something you hate? plantyourtreeswatchthemgrow
your pets? soon
friends? wolfgang
life? good
regrets? few
missing someone? yup

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I’ve muttered about this before but Thorin is pretty much coded to be the hero. From the sad backstory, to the noble quest; he’s even got the love interest.

And pretty much everyone acknowledges this, except I think Thorin himself.

I don’t think Thorin thinks of himself as the hero in the story. I don’t think he spares a thought to what people will say about him in the history books.

So who is the hero in Thorin’s story?

Bilbo of course. Which, he isn’t wrong. Because “The Hobbit” is the title after all. So it’s Thorin and the rest of us who knows what’s up.

Which isn’t really where I was going to go with this, but it’s a bit interesting.

What I was going to point out was that Thorin is a romantic. The opposite of a realist.
Realism? What realism?
Because if he was a realist there’s no bloody way he’d set off on a quest to reclaim Erebor. A romantic on the other hand… Hell yeah. A hope and a dream and loyalty, honour and a willing heart. That’s romanticism.

So how to win the heart of a romantic? I think it’s when Bilbo starts making the big gestures that Thorin falls for him. When Bilbo shows he, an outsider, believes in the quest as much as Thorin does.

And I think Thorin seeing Bilbo as a heroic figure helps him to trust Bilbo.

Heroes are *good*. Which could be part of the reason why he didn’t think Bilbo could take the Arkenstone. (Which from Thorin’s perspective definitely was a not-good act).

Thorin’s inner narrative is basically built to make Bilbo the hero, and that’s also why he wants so much for Bilbo to have a happy ending. Going back to his books and armchair. Happily ever after.

But he fails to know his own importance when it comes to Bilbo’s happiness.

Thorin wanting the happily ever after for Bilbo means that Bilbo’s ending of his book is very bittersweet.

‘And he lived happily ever after, to the end of his days.’

He comes up with that ending as he’s doing the opposite of what Thorin told him, when he’s leaving his garden and books and armchair to go exploring again, planning to see the world again, to go back to Erebor again.

Because how can Bilbo’s happily ever after happen in the Shire when he left his heart half way across the world?

When Bilbo dies, Thorin is both sad and relieved - sad, because he knows now he will truly never see Bilbo again, because he will no longer be able to watch over him from the Halls of His Fathers now that Bilbo is gone to wherever hobbits go when they die; relieved because Bilbo is finally at peace now. Thorin resigns himself to this fate, because it if it means Bilbo is happy, then that’s enough.

So imagine his surprise when one day not long after, there is a knock on his door and he opens it to find one very familiar Burglar on the doorstep of his rooms, holding two cups of tea. Before Thorin can react, Bilbo says, almost petulantly:

“I once said tea was at four. Apparently, you didn’t listen, because you never listen, do you, and I waited, but you never came. I waited for a few decades, actually, but when you were still late I just assumed you got lost, just like last time. So I decided to come to you instead. To make sure you never got lost again…that I never lost you again.”

And really it’s a wonder no tea is spilt when Thorin hugs him and holds on to him for dear life (oh the irony). Thorin doesn’t really care how Bilbo managed to come where he was never supposed to go, as long as he is here, but he asks anyway, and Bilbo just shrugs and says that the Vala decided to make an exception with him on the account of something along the lines of loyalty, honour and a willing heart.

(they are together in the afterlife, I will fight you on this)


I would take each and every one of these Dwarves over an army from the Iron Hills. For when I called upon them, they answered. Loyalty. Honour. A willing heart… I can ask no more than that.

Amnâs, akrâg, rumush mudtu

(Loyalty, honour, a willing heart)

Frerin patted Thorin’s shoulder, grin still wide, and said in Khuzdul, “I like the Hobbit. He’s adorable.”

    “That’s the thing,” replied Thorin. “We need a proper burglar, not an adorable kitten. This quest cannot fail.”

    “How do you know he’s not a proper burglar if you’ve never seen him in action?” argued Frerin. Thorin scoffed and earned some strange looks from Glóin and Dori.

    “It’s more than clear that he has never done a day’s work,” said Thorin. “And then there was that talk about conkers…

    Frerin laughed and interrupted in Westron, “I think it’s a good thing he knows how to handle nuts. Might come in handy at some point.”

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because i reached 4.5k followers (idk why so many of you are following me but bless you all and thank you so so much), i chose to make a follow forever to thank all the amazing people who brighten my day by being awesome, and who have the greatest blogs. i know i’m gonna forget some people and i’m sorry for it but just know that i love absolutely everyone i’m following.

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anonymous asked:

yes!! i think the problem is when people don't get that characters who are well-written are different in different situations, just like real people. that's why backstory and how characters are shaped is important, because you need those contexts to understand them. but i always thought from auj that thorin was one of those characters who was definitely a softie once he trusted someone ;)

THORIN IS THE BIGGEST SOFTY!!! (well aside from dwalin)

No but seriously everything he’s gone through! The destruction of his home, exile, poverty, starvation, the death of most of his family, suddenly being the head of an entire people and barely old enough to be considered an adult in dwarven society, years of hardship accompanied by people sneering at him, insulting him, doubting him, manipulating him. He’d have had every right to be sullen and bitter about literally everything and everyone!

And yet

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