I cannot guarantee his safety.
For Manic! Who had been terribly nice to me through 2012 and I have wanted to make her something for a while now. Heh, now’s a good time since I’m hobbitspired. This one’s pretty rough, but I think it will do for now.
"Look, ada, I look just like you!"
Little!Legolas plays dress up with Thranduil’s autumn crown for August 27th’s Daily Doodle Sketch.
Tolkien is careful to note that children are precious to the elves, so my head-canon gleefully has Thranduil doting on his golden son and indulging him at every possible turn…
Red and white pencils on tan paper. 9x12”
How The West Was Won And Where It Got Us by stickman
Bilbo is a harried 1st year British literature Ph.D. (early 20th century fiction) who happens to have an interest in spatial narrative structures, a lack of time-management skills, and a tiny apartment with a lot of books and very little furniture. He’s stressed, always, and doesn’t quite know where he belongs. He tells himself that really, this is, in fact, what he wants to be doing. But sometimes, as much as he loves books, he gets an urge to do something with his hands.
Thorin is a disgruntled M.Arch. 1 in his last year who can’t be arsed to shave and frightens his students, and, frankly, his profs, but his work is top-notch so no one can really say much. They can, however, bully him into running a hands-on design workshop on Saturday mornings, which is complete crap, because he’s used to drinking his Friday nights into oblivion so showing up at Milstein at 7:45 the next morning and trying to teach in a room of wall-to-wall windows as the sun rises is not at the top of his list. Besides, no one ever shows up.
Except one morning, someone does.
oh my GOODNESS
thank YOU for letting me know, these are all wonderful and incredibly flattering things to read… I’m so happy that you enjoyed both ngcs and now lii (I’m still oscillating between that shortcut and li2 to be honest hah)
I’m SO excited to be writing dis properly for once - I always wanted to explore her more while I was working on ngcs and I pretty much made this fic as a treat to myself when it comes to her character. I really wanted to try writing her, and now I don’t know how I could have ever gone without her.
once again, I’m so happy and giddy and honored that you enjoyed my fics this much, and it really means the world to me that you let me know. thank you for your kind words! :’) <3
The pines were roaring on the height.
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread.
The trees like torches blazed with light.
Desolation of Smaug + pink/purple