Tolkien - Blog Posts
Aragorn: Today I realised I'm old
Eomer: Oh? How so?
Aragorn: I slipped and fell in the courtyard and instead of laughing, all my Elven friends came running to see if I was alright
Eomer : (laughing)
Aragorn: I saw fear in Legolas’ eyes
Please tell me i’m not insane
I was listening to The Milk Carton by Madilyn Mei, and I fully realized, this is Sameise Gamgee’s song.
From the entire message of leaving home and being terrified yet enthralled, to the messages about seeing things only heard of in stories and realizing the true intensity of them, and trying your best to stay there for the one you support, and that knowledge that even if you do return home somehow, it will never be the same. Even the lines of “You can still win, just gotta be faster” falls into the reassurance for Frodo. Hell, even the “Something tells me kid never learned to swim, can I do anything when i’m also drowning?” fits Sam’s entire internal conflict SO FUCKING WELL??? I have no idea if this was intentional or if i’m reading WAYYYY too far into this, but please tell me what you all think!!
(Following are the main lyrics that stood out to me as Sam’s song!!)
Legolas pretty quickly gets in the habit of venting about his travelling companions in Elvish, so long as Gandalf & Aragorn aren’t in earshot they’ll never know right?
Then about a week into their journey like
Legolas: *in Elvish, for approximately the 20th time* ugh fucking hobbits, so annoying
Frodo: *also in Elvish, deadpan* yeah we’re the worst
Legolas:
About two years ago, @tosquinha drew my design of Glorfindel and I drew them a silly little Bilbo. It was one of my first art trades, and seeing the result made me so happy. I would constantly think about this perfect thing, and my days would be brighter. So, this is a little thanks to @tosquinha. Thank you!
Haleth for @epsilonium! I hope you like her and forgive my inability to draw backgrounds. Happy Holidays! Drawn as a part of the @tolkiensecretartexchange which is a wonderful thing!
Where I go when I have to look at my bank account
Moving my LotR, Hobbit, Rings of Power fan webcomics to their own Tumblr blog - The Green Dragon Inn. Go check 'em out...
My friend shares a birthday with Wanderer (and Tolkien) so this was their birthday card this year
Yes this is late
I got bored so I decided to make a list of every online fandom I’ve ever been in (I know my handwriting’s messy)
The current list consisted of around 54 fandoms, plus or minus 5 considering a lot of these overlap, from all sorts of media including video games, musicals, books, films, TV shows, and music (and not sports TAKE THAT PERSON I KNOW! You know who you are 👁️👁️). Of these about 54, I am currently active in 24 of these, and the other 30 I’m rather not that active in or just not apart of anymore mostly from moving on.
I only listed the first thirty on the list in the tags lol
Okay, hear me out. The Lord of the Rings…but they’re allowed to use curse words…
“They have a fucking cave troll...”
“I cannot jump the distance! You’ll have to fucking toss me!”
“Merry! It’s Frodo fucking Baggins!”
“Gods damn it…a Balrog of fucking Morgoth.”
“Fool of a fucking Took.”
“Bitch, please. I am no man.”
“Peregrin Took, you little shit!”
“By nightfall, these hills will be crawling with fucking orcs.”
“I think I’ve fucking broken something.”
“Your bodyguard?” “His fucking gardener.”
“I would cut off your head, you little shit, if it stood but a little higher from the ground.”
“You’re late…you look fucking terrible.”
“And for you Frodo Baggins…Elrond’s father in a fucking bottle.”
“PO-FUCKING-TA-TOES!”
Accountant AU where the reader works for a small town firm called “Istari Financial.” Making her living after coming home from college, looking after the books for the following local businesses…
The local vineyard, “Greenwood Acres” which has been around longer than anyone can remember, run by a single father as head of the business and a very dedicated team of young employees. Everyone from college hires to long time employees, but nobody in town can quite tell just how old anyone is.
A local business ring run by the Durinson Family who own nearly every business in town. The local brewery, the auto repair shop, the car dealership, the pawn shop, etc. They run everything as a family, but all answer to the head of the family, a bachelor who’s yet to get married as he’s “married to his work.” Though, he secretly has his eyes set on someone in town. Who though? Nobody knows…
The bakery at the center of town, called “Lorien Confection” where the man behind the counter greets customers, serves icecream and brags about his wife while the white witch in the kitchen rolls out goodie after goodie by the dozen of sugar-coated goodness. The baker earning the title of witch as she always seems to know what people want before they do.
The coffee/tea shop doubling as a wholistic whole foods store run by three best friends who rejected their respected posh lifestyles and struck out on their own straight out of college to bring clean, organic food to the town sourced from local farms. A store called “Three Hunters Whole Foods.”
A fish farming organization called “Bard & Son Fishery,” that works hard to protect local wildlife conservation run by a father of three which provides clean, non-gmo fish, hydroponic-grown greens, vegetables and strives to teach young people about respecting the planet and sustainable farming on field trips for the local elementary school.
And who could forget the local bar/restaurant, run by the Baggins family, Uncle and Nephew, along with their friends who provide an atmosphere of home and hearth hospitality to any and all who cross their threshold…right up until somebody asks them to host a party that doesn’t involve their catering.
And last but not least, the readers worst enemy, “Mordor Credit,” the local bank out to screw everyone over and take their businesses. The reader often times being the only thing standing between them and a hefty audit…or worse, an eviction…

Are the dwarves in Tolkien's works actually anti-Semitic or is that another thing that comes from Norse myths? I don’t know how much of The Hobbit was based on Norse stuff (the premise and size of Thorin’s company come from Beowulf), but two of the famous dwarves from Norse myth are famous for their greed, Andvari and Fafnir. Andvari had a lot of gold and a cursed ring, and then when Fafnir got the ring, his greed was so great that he became a dragon (probably where the concept of dragon sickness comes from), and his presence is sometimes said to have poisoned the land.
Either way, modern dwarves seem to have mostly grown past the anti-Semitic stuff.
thoughts on goblins in the DRG universe?
(I don't really like goblins as a concept bc of antisemitic story behind them)
But would be cool to see other sentient little creatures in DRG that are not dwarves
This was too beautiful to not reblog
Here’s the last three chapters of Fellowship of the Ring
Plus two special episodes for the podcast
I’ve never even thought of shipping them together before but they are now my otp
if you think gimli wouldn’t climb onto any available nearby object to be able to kiss legolas (who is the love of his life but also inconveniently tall) properly, you’re very wrong
so we heard David could be Thranduil, and I did THIS lol
It puzzles me when people cite LOTR as the standard of “simple” or “predictable” or “black and white” fantasy. Because in my copy, the hero fails. Frodo chooses the Ring, and it’s only Gollum’s own desperation for it that inadvertently saves the day. The fate of the world, this whole blood-soaked war, all the millennia-old machinations of elves and gods, comes down to two addicts squabbling over their Precious, and that is precisely and powerfully Tolkien’s point.
And then the hero goes home, and finds home a smoking desolation, his neighbors turned on one another, that secondary villain no one finished off having destroyed Frodo’s last oasis not even out of evil so much as spite, and then that villain dies pointlessly, and then his killer dies pointlessly. The hero is left not with a cathartic homecoming, the story come full circle in another party; he is left to pick up the pieces of what was and what shall never be again.
And it’s not enough. The hero cannot heal, and so departs for the fabled western shores in what remains a blunt and bracing metaphor for death (especially given his aged companions). When Sam tells his family, “Well, I’m back” at the very end, it is an earned triumph, but the very fact that someone making it back qualifies as a triumph tells you what kind of story this is: one that is too honest to allow its characters to claim a clean victory over entropy, let alone evil.
“I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass. I’m naked in the dark. There’s nothing–no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes.”
So where’s this silly shallow hippie fever-dream I’ve heard so much about? It sounds like a much lesser story than the one that actually exists.
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