Okay it’s been a whole day and I’m still angry about that hobbit casting thing, so let’s lay down some Tolkien canon here.
Fact 1: Per Tolkien, there were originally three races of hobbit. The Stoors were a small group, they were broad and stocky, they grew facial hair, they liked rivers, and their skin color is not specified, so Tolkien probably meant them to be white (but there’s no reason they have to be, since again, not specified). The Fallohides were a tiny group, they were thin, pale and tall, they were bold and good with languages, and they like trees. The Harfoots were the distinct majority, they lived in holes, they had hairy feet, and they were brown. Tolkien is super clear on this. He explicitly calls out Harfoots as having browner skin than other hobbits when describing the races and he uses phrases like “nut-brown skin” and “long brown fingers” when describing specific hobbits to back it up.
Fact 2: Britain planted its ravenous imperial flag firmly in the soil of India three centuries before Tolkien wrote The Hobbit. He knew what a brown person looked like. He would know he was not evoking a slightly darker shade of Caucasian when he said a person had brown skin.
Fact 3: Bilbo, Frodo, and all of their friends are aristocracy. Sam is the only hobbit we ever meet who is an actual laborer. In Tolkien’s time, laborers worked in the sun and middle class and aristocracy stayed inside where there was something resembling temperature control. Apart from Sam and Aragorn, no one in the Fellowship (or Company) ever voluntarily got a sunburn. If Tolkien talks about brown skin he’s talking about brown skin, not a farmer’s tan.
Where does this leave us?
Well, Tolkien says that after colonizing the Shire, the three hobbit races mingled more closely and became one. This leaves us with two options.
Option A: He’s talking about that thing that sci-fi writers sometimes do where “everyone is mixed race.” So all three races would have smeared together into a single uniform color. What color? Mostly Harfoot, aka brown. The “strong strain of Fallohide” in the Tookish and Brandybuck lines means maybe they’re white-passing, but in this scenario all hobbits are brown.
Option B: He’s talking about a more melting-pot scenario where visual racial distinctions still exist but everyone lives side-by-side in a fairly uniform culure. The Tooks/Brandybucks having a “strong strain of Fallohide” means that they are themselves remaining strains of Fallohide, and are straight-up white. Merry, half Took and half Brandybuck, is thus white (possibly part Stoor, given Brandybuck comfort with water); Pippin, half Took and half Banks, is either white or biracial. The Baggins family, sensible owners of the oldest and most venerable hobbit-hole anyone knows of, are blatantly Harfoot, making Bilbo and Frodo (half Took and half Brandybuck respectively) also biracial. Fallohides being exclusively adventurous high-class types, and the Gamgees being staid low-class homebodies with a distrust of moving water, Sam is obviously Harfoot and thus completely brown. (Smeagol, a Stoor, is probably white, but as discussed above, doesn’t have to be.) In this scenario, a minimum of three of five heroic hobbits are various shades of brown, four out of five of them could be, and most background hobbits are brown.
In conclusion, if you think all hobbits are white, you are canonically wrong. If you geek out over Aragorn wearing the Ring of Barahir, rage about Faramir trying to take the Ring, and do not even notice, much less complain, that Sam, Bilbo and Frodo are being erroneously portrayed by white guys, you need to reexamine the focus of your nerdery.
Gavin: Jeremy, do you wanna have your mind blown? Jeremy: Uh, sure, what’s up? Gavin: You used to be a fan, right? Jeremy: Yes. Gavin: Little quiz, who won Wool? Jeremy: Who won Wool? Geoff did, and all you needed was ink. Gavin: You wanna know the truth? Jeremy: What’s the truth there Gav? Gavin: I won Wool. Jeremy: Uh oh. What’s the story there? Gavin: Well, back in the day, I used to help Geoff build a lot, right? Had a little advantage sometimes, ‘cause I built it, and I actually won Wool after like 25 minutes, and it was too short. So I just hung out, with my squid ink, I think I hid it in the chest. And then Geoff was like, “Oh, I’ll tell you when it’s long enough to win.” And then Geoff won. (laughing) Gavin: So if you ever wondered why I was just absurdly angry at the end of that video even though I lost fairly, that was why. Did you know that Jeremy? Jeremy: I did not. Blew my mind. Geoff: It’s entirely possible that that’s accurate. Gavin: And it’s entirely possible that that’s not the only time.
“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides,
we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.
“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s
to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft
gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”
“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In
the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly
skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you
were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were
reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing
in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair.
Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held
out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”
“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.
“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his
eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned
against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s
“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and
you had to look up to meet his gaze.
“Just to you,” you replied.
“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants.
The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”
“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied
nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job
orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your
late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.
“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly
educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically
fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”
“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?”
you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.
“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled
innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”
“What’s yours?” you asked.
“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.
“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might
have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or
the side of a milk carton.”
“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in
the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”
“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never
really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man
your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d
love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted
to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was
refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He
still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked
“What’s your name?” he asked again.
“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.
“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.
“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so
important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun
“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”
“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.
“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.
“Anything’s possible I suppose.”
“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.
“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”
“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”
“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair
flip. Before Sherlock could press you for more information Mycroft returned. He handed
you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.
“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.
“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and
you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up
with realization. He turned back to his brother.
“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and
made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the
landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your
name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.
“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has
the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed
before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his
brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for
anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new
Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.
“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching
people give you a hard time.”
“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up
straighter and leaned forward a bit.
“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even
know why I’m telling you.”
“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his
“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had
time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a
“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.
“Is she pretty?” John asked.
“Do you remember Anthea?”
“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.
“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”
John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen
to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.
“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”
Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation
went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed
and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It
was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against
Your feet push into the soft ground, making your body move forward.
“Until the milestone, girls!” Someone already catches up to you, which you can’t make up for anymore by quickening your pace. You stay behind, with burning lungs, exhaustion cutting through your legs - it’s only been mere seconds and you’re already giving up physically.
The only thing that keeps you going is the fact that everyone else is still far behind you, huffing just as loudly as you - everyone except for one person. This loss gets you furious, despite him having to be in front.
He just wants to bring you down.
“Faster, number two!” Hoseok shouts, turning around at a steady pace, simply to give you an unsatisfied glare. Not even running backwards holds him back from creating a bigger distance between you two.
okay but what if jungkook used to tease jimin by not calling him ‘hyung’ because he wants Jimin to see him as someone equal as him not as the youngest member in the group, because he don’t want jimin to love him as a baby brother he don’t want jimin to love him because he is cute and because he is the youngest among them, because he wants jimin to see him as a man that he could love and could love him back too so thats why he always making fun of Jimin also thats why jungkook works out a lot because kids are not supposed to have muscles right? kids are not supposed to look sexy right? that way maybe his jimin hyung will look at him as a man