Lol, I need to reinforce my ears, but this is my cosplay so far, I’m done with my beard, I keep finding beads and stuff to deck out my hair with and I refuse to them Haha!
My big cuffs are curtain rings that I got from Anna’s linens. And I glued on my beard with double sided tape because I didn’t buy my sprit gum yet
I’ll take a picture of my jacket and tunic soon. I have pictures of one of my dwarf costumes, but I don’t like the angles and how I look lol. But maybe you all aren’t as critical as me lol. I might post them later.
“Excuse me, it’s been more than thirteen months since the disappearance. If you are, in fact, Bilbo Baggins and undeceased - can you prove it? Oh, well, something official with your name on it would suffice.”
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell,
nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”
Had a little spare time for personal work over Easter so Hobbit fanart! I always liked the idea of living under a hill.
A/N: For the anon that wanted a reader-insert Thranduil’s wife (with a Bofur appearance) in Mirkwood. I hope you enjoy this!
Summary: The dwarves arrive in Mirkwood, and the elf!reader has to moderate Thranduil’s vehement reactions.
Word Count: 1,711
Warnings: None, I think…
You loved your
duties as Queen of Mirkwood. It brought you joy to plan feasts and ceremonies,
to tend the luscious gardens that hid in the recesses of the woodland fortress,
but most of all you loved to care for your subjects. The people of Mirkwood
were so dear to you, and you felt their struggles and triumphs as your own.
You did not
particularly love the duty of mediating your husband, King Thranduil’s
sternness. The vigorous, impulsive, headstrong elf you had fallen in love with
was slowly replaced by a suffering, brooding king as Greenwood fell to the dark
powers of Arda. You knew of his troubles, and the very good reasons for his
withdrawing, but it did not make your task of persuading him to be mildly
pleasant any easier. You loved him with everything in you, but he did not
always make the relationship easy.