Political discourse between Erebor and The Iron Hills

Thorin Oakenshield in the prolog in 4k

intense majestic stare

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POV : You spend the winter in Erebor (with a very charming dwarf)

THE HOBBIT - LOTR + PINK

THE HOBBIT: THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG 2013 | dir. Peter Jackson

Middle-Earth by  Puk_Puk

1. Hobbiton

2. Lonely Mountine

3. Rivendell

4. Lake town

Aww, poor Dwalin! Still I grinned and giggled at everything he went through, whether he was angry, frustrated, playful, surprised or completely taken with the lady! I just love the way you worded his thoughts.

Endless Lord of the Rings Gifs [23/???]

“… I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night …”

- by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Beautiful 💖

Day 13: Cookies

Today's fic for the Writer’s Month 2021 challenge (see @writersmonth for more info) was prompted by @gwen-ever who told me once that there were not enough Dwalin fics in the world. This is my attempt to correct it. THIS IS FOR YOU, YOU HARD-WORKING WOMAN! 💙💙💙

It’s also my first time with Dwalin as a romantic interest, so forgive me for any errors (also, I was in a hurry) - I hope he’s not too much OOC. Any constructive feedback welcome.

Today's prompt: word: night | setting: tattoo parlor AU

Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: Dwalin x Reader Warnings: grumpy dwarves, 2k words (Mahal help me) Rating: G/T

Have you ever wondered what would happen if you were a tattoo artist in Erebor (Everyone Lives AU) and Dwalin visited your shop?

As usual, you can read this fic here and on AO3.

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Cookies

The first time that big, angry-looking Dwarf visited your little tattoo parlour, he wanted to touch up some of his tattoos that had faded over time. He had quite a few of them on his body: on his hands, his forearms, even quite a few on top of his head, and you suspected there were more in other places. Being a tattoo artist, you recognized the type easily. For many warriors, it was a way to record their greatest victories and achievements. Judging by the tattoos scattered all over his skin, this one saw many battles.

As you worked on inking the old patterns on his left hand, he sat still, not speaking much; you only managed to drag out of him that he was a warrior, and his name was Dwalin. You did your best when working on his tattoos and even improved their look a bit. After finishing your work, you asked whether he was satisfied with the outcome and were rewarded with a grunt and a nod. Oh well, you thought, perhaps he was just one of those Dwarves of few words.

The second time he visited your little tattoo parlour, he came with a friend, a cheerful Dwarf in a funny hat called Bofur who kept on amusing you with the anecdotes from their travels while you worked on Dwalin’s head tattoos. The warrior would sit still, grunting or chuckling from time to time in all the right places, but that was all he did. After you were done, Dwalin got up from the chair, stretched his impressive body, muttered a few words of thanks pointedly avoiding your eyes, and disappeared through the door as fast as he could. Bofur grinned, made a silly joke, and followed his friend. You sighed. Was Dwalin not happy with your work? Did you take too much of his time and he had a busy schedule? Mahal, have you offended him somehow? Touched his hair by mistake? No, you were sure you didn’t do anything of the sort.

I've always had this image Dwalin being intimidating, a bit rough around the edges but very sweet and protective at heart and this story brought that to life.

"If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a huge, hairy bear sitting in your tattoo chair" was so spot on and the way he acted with the other customer was funny. Somebody was a tad jealous. 😉