In the Barrow, Part Five
There was a shriek and the light vanished. In the dark there was a snarling noise.
Frodo fell forward over Merry, and Merry’s face felt cold.
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There was a shriek and the light vanished. In the dark there was a snarling noise.
Frodo fell forward over Merry, and Merry’s face felt cold.
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Aragorn: What are you guys going to be for Halloween? Gandalf: Tired Legolas: Sexy Merry, wearing ranger boots and a cape: Aragorn Pippin, lacing his boots: Also Aragorn Aragorn: Wait- Frodo: Aragorn as well
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I am ashamed to admit that I sometimes stalk the blogs of people who follow this blog but I hope this little doodle is just compensation.
OKAY FIRST OF ALL I LOVE THIS???? SO MUCH???? it’s exactly what I had in mind!!
And when I say exactly…
Have this doodle that I never ended up finishing :D
(And can I just say again how much I love your art? Fantastic.)
AAAAHHHHH the little sword!! And the way-too-long cloak and Aragorn’s fond little smile and everything! Same hat! :-D
If they stack Frodo on the very top, they’ll finally be taller than Aragorn! XD
You! I like the way you think. :-D
Then a grip stronger and colder than iron seized him. The icy touch froze his bones, and he remembered no more.
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Uhhh, France?
(That’s a Hamilton reference, btw. I have never been to France.)
So! Another Hobbit Day is upon us. On this day last year, I’d promised you all that we would take another trek through LotR, with all new drawings and poems and fanfics. I fully expected to be finished with Book One by now, at least halfway through FotR. What actually happened is that the blog struggled through the first five and a half chapters of the book before suddenly going radio silent.
So what happened?
Well, as you might expect, real life happened. I won't go into the details here—since it has nothing to do with LotR—but I can explain in DMs if anyone is interested.
Happy Hobbit Day! :D
This one was a beast, but man it was fun.
Once again, the poetry is from my super cool friend, Meg. Who also wrote the poem for this set of drawings. Though, if you asked her, she'd just tell you that she only rhymed what Tolkien wrote in the House of Healing chapter. Regardless, scream some love in the comments for her!
Or- check out her other poems and writings here! She's got a bunch!
With that being said, thank you, Meg, for giving me the proper outlet to draw this scene. I would not have been able to get nearly this far or include this much emotion without you <3
Since Grace decided to celebrate Frodo and Bilbo’s birthday by RIPPING OUR HEARTS OUT, I’m gonna subject y’all to this too.
Elemental Trauma, baby
If you haven't read this fic, you need to do it now. It will break your heart so many times.
Attention all four elements of trauma fans!! Lookit this beautiful fic AND THIS BEAUTIFUL ART!!
And for my next trick, I’ll make Frodo disappear!
“I’m glad you’re with me, Samwise Gamgee… here at the end of all things.”
😭💖
At the end of the world with a friend.
Now that we've gotten to the point where the hobbits spend the night in Tom Bombadil's house, I'd like to expand on this bullet point from my chapter review:
Much apologies to my girlies on the server who headcanon the hobbits with phobias corresponding to the four elements; sadly, Tolkien is not on the same page as us this time.
For context, I present to you these screenshots of messages sent on the Fig Tree Discord Server back in January:
This started as a half-joke, but it's since evolved into something of a shared headcanon for some of us. Pippin has a Thing about fire, because of the Pyre of Denethor. Frodo has a Thing about water, because his parents drowned. Bri has since told me that she headcanons Merry has a Thing about air, specifically cold air, after his encounters with the Black Breath. And that leaves Earth to Sam.
The good news is that this is a really fun headcanon; and when you look at LotR through this lens, it's actually kind of staggering how well it fits with the events of the book.
The bad news is that Tolkien did not write LotR with this idea in mind; and the whole thing with Old Man Willow, and the subsequent nightmares that the hobbits have in Tom Bombadil's house, make that abundantly clear.