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I love gimli

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mostly LOTR/HOBBIT, sometimes drawings/writings, transformers animated, jedtavius and others stuff i like, i am the candy blog/
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eliounora

I don't like the hobbit films for many reasons but the "what is this horrid creature, goblin mutant?" "that's my wee lad, gimli!" scene was such a precious addition, like legolas had no place in the films but if they gave him that one cameo it would have been brilliant

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Hiii!!! I love your works so so much, you're truly amazing!! I would like to make a request if that's fine with you. I would like to request Thorin's company with a reader that is afraid of heights. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, it was just a stupid idea that crossed my mind. If you do decide to do it, take as much time as you want and thank you so so much!! Again love your works, your way of writing and the way you portray the characters!!

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Thanks pal 🥰 for your kind words and for being one of the longest-standing members of this blog's taglist! It's funny because someone else sent this in for LoTR a while back so it is not at all stupid, quite a common ask~

Warnings: canon typical peril, suggestive jokes in one

Thorin's Company + Your Fear of Heights

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This is something no one requested, but that I wrote for sheer comfort at a rush of bad memories. Warnings are fairly obvious, but this post will contain implications of abuse, though no graphic/explicit depictions.

The Hobbit Characters Finding Out You Were in an Abusive Relationship

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Hello for the valentine's day prompt Bifur and Oin please? 💖

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Thank you so much for the request! I've never played with this couple before and it was so cute! I hope you enjoy.

Oin was fit to drop, but there was still so much to do. The healers’ tents had remained full and busy even when the number of survivors brought to them started to slow drastically. Oin sighed. War. Such a mess. Even camped in the shadow of the mountains were entirely too close to Azanulbizar in his opinion. The place where they lost their king and crown prince. The place where he almost lost his One. 

He checked on his patients doing what he could with them, and conversing as best as he could with the ones that were awake. He had taken a hit during battle that caused his ears to pop, and even now they were still ringing. He hoped the loss wasn’t permanent, but he also didn’t hold out much hope after three days. Perhaps he would be able to get by with a hearing trumpet and not go completely deaf. 

The final bed he made it to was the hardest one for him to handle. Bifur lay unconscious, the hideous orc axe embedded in his skull. The skin, red and puffy from where they had cleaned and stitched around the wound. It was a death sentence if they attempted to remove it, and right now he was at least breathing. However, the other healers had given up on any chance of him waking. ‘Dead between the ears’ was what they said. His body carried on living even as his mind gave up. 

Oin couldn’t bear to give in to that assessment. Even when he knew there were other patients who needed his attention. Even when he knew there was very little to hope for, that Bifur could ever have a normal life again. Personal feelings overrode professional integrity, and he found himself at the dwarf’s bedside more often than not. The best thing he could do in this situation was talk to Bifur and hope that something got through.

So he talked about his day. He talked about Thorin moving them on to the Blue Mountains as soon as they were able. He talked about what life would be like there. For them, for Gloin and Milja whenever his brother worked up the courage to finally court her. For Bofur and Bombur, Bifur’s dear cousins who were more like younger brothers to him. He talked so much he had almost missed when Bifur’s hand moved. However, when his eyes opened, Oin jumped into action assessing Bifur’s state.

His eyes darted around wildly as he mumbled in gibberish that would have been hard to understand even if Oin could hear properly. 

“You’re alright, mudùmel (comfort of all comforts). You’re safe.”

Bifur suddenly started shouting and reaching up towards the axe. Oin did what he could to restrain him, but Bifur had always been stronger than him. He shouted for help, and two other healers came running to help keep Bifur in place. The dwarf was shaking and screaming now as he fought to get loose. Oin kept trying to soothe him, but his words weren’t seeming to get through. Desperate, Oin grabbed onto Bifur’s hand and began manipulating it into Iglishmêk.

You’re safe. I’m here. You’re safe. I’m here.

Over and over until the dwarf finally began to calm down. Whether he could actually recognize the words or not, Oin wasn’t certain. He didn’t let up though.

I’m here. I love you.

Finally, the hands he was manipulating began to pull away until they were cradling Oin’s hands in return. 

I dreamt I was lost to you, my love. 

Oin’s hands were shaking as he made the final signs. He looked into Bifur’s eyes as he shook his head before signing once more.

Not lost, just misplaced.

Bifur smiled before sinking back into sleep. Oin just stood there, tears streaking down his face, relief bursting free. He knew the road ahead would be bumpy for them, but at least it was there for them to traverse together.

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TO MY BELOVED iraya, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

It took me waaaaay too long to make this. Have some bagginshield + jealous Thorin + shipper trash Gandalf and Dain! Thank you for being such a wonderful friend and especially for being there for me during my lonely days. I <3 you so much! Continue to be badass and awesome~!!!

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allbycharles

Not enough people in the fandom talks about the wonderful technology of the kingdom under mountain in hobbit movies.

The dude with two huge hammers? Omg!!!!

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And there we have it~! All of the Saintly dwarves of Thorin's Company are finally completed! I ran out of types of cheeses for the Lins and Oins, so I made up some cheese types :p Maybe they're special, Middle Earth-only cheeses.

It only took me, oh...4 years or so LOL And to think, it all started because of a joke on a discord server about Saint Bofur.

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I was re-watching the Lord of the Rings movies for the umpteenth time for the other day, and it struck me that Gimli never makes any kind of action or says anything to indicate he is fighting the call of the ring. Hell, in the council meeting he tries to destroy it with his axe, useless though that proves. 

And that realization made me start to wonder about how much Gloin told his son about Thorin’s gold sickness as the years went by. Was young Gimli told tales of caution by his father, warning him to never allow something like gold or gems to hold that kind of sway over him. Did he watch the grief of the company and promise himself he would not fall to the kinds of sickness that had proved to cause so much pain for so many people?

And that kind of thought lead to me wondering what else Gloin told Gimli. Did he tell him about the courage of Bilbo, about his quiet strength? Did he ever visit Bilbo? Did Gimli ever meet him? Was he constantly watching the hobbits for the quiet, selfless courage and loyalty his father spoke of? Was he a little annoyed that whenever the hobbits did something exciting or brave he was apart from them, so he never was able to see the same subtle fierceness? Was he constantly worried one of them would prove too eager to rush into danger but unthinking of the realities of it?

I have no doubt the company told tales of how special and brave and loyal hobbits were to anyone who asked and sometimes those who didn’t. But how much of that shaped who Gimli was? How much of what we see from him is pure and utter Gimli, and how much is stories and promises to himself?

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