My Compliments To The Chef 🤤

Become a jeweler tarragon, follow in your fathers foot steps. You’ll have so much fun at art school..

Yeah great, a leather spoon. I hope ur happy.

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

Asked my husband if I was aging and they said “you’re looking a little Bilbo-y”

Thanks you my heart… I would like to remind you I am twenty three..

Fuck I’m cool you guys

No one talks about this but when you wear a hand full of heavy rings you can clack your fingers together and it’s very soothing, I do it a lot when I’m stressed, sometimes I just tap them together when my hands are clasped.

‘A dwarrow dame of Erebor’

She’s so pretty I’m in fits. What’s her name? What’s her job? What’s her story?

Brain storm:

I imagine she is very much in the upper class, if she works then she works a soft craft possibly with textiles. Perhaps she works with a manual loom and between that an an instrument she plays she has very callused finger tips for a lady of the upper class.

I imagine there is very little visual distinction between men and women in all classes but the upper classes are all very prettied up.

She uses gold, oxidization from bronze in powder and fat to make eye shadow too (also lapis is ground to a powder for make up as well but it’s not a color this dame wears often) (Thorin wheres so much eye coal and never washes it off before bed. His pillow looks like it belongs to Bofur)

Her parents are likely merchants who spend a lot of time away from Erebor traveling as far so Gondor and the Blue mountains returning with gifts for her.

She is only young, about 65, old enough to work with her grandmother in textile production but not old enough to travel with her parents on such dangerous roads. Though she is born at the beginning of the age of men there are still orc strong holds and devotees to the fallen enemy that are known to waylay caravans of traders

Thrirli daughter of Flenik the merchant.

Some dwobbit prince Frodo lore explainstions

Half stone is his title due to him being half Dwarf. He was given this title when he wish introduced to the kingdom after birth and has always carried it. His is Half stone as much as he his Frodo.

Silentstride is the name gifted to him due to his half hobbit nature making him incredibly silent and assassin like in him combat style, he’s hard to spot being smaller then your average Dwarf and more light of frame and his hobbit-ish feet and penance for going shoeless even in the harsh Erebor winters makes him move in near silence. It’s also why he wears such a heavy fur over his shoulders, it doesn’t make sound when he moves and muffles the rest of him clothing.

(Also Frodo is his papa’s number one sweet boy, he will always carry Bilbos basket for him at the market and bend down for Bilbo to kiss him on the forehead before he leaves to go sparing with his uncles)

If you have any questions, please ask! I’d love to draw some little doodles to explain more if anyone is interested

A little slice of a fic im working on

Post the Battle. It’s a nobody dies/everyone lives, Dw I wouldn’t hurt you all like that.

“How are you feeling, my boy?” Bilbo asked after a drawn out pause.

“Fucking terrible,” Kili groaned, his voice labored and raspy as though he wasn’t getting quit enough air, “Like I've been run over by an oliphant.”

“I'll bet… oh my bravest boys,” Bilbo heaved himself onto the bed edge and wrapped his arms around the raven-haired Durin son, “I was so scared. I thought I had lost all of you. Please don't ever scare me like this again. My heart can't take it, Kili, it really can't.” He wept.

Kili did his best to hug the hobbit to his side, his bruised fingers curling against the back of bilbos coat, the dwarfs somber expression made him look so much like his uncle that Bilbos' heart clenched painfully, and he hiccuped, holding the boy's bruised face in his hands “I am so proud of you” he kissed Kilis forehead.

Kili bumped his forehead against Bilbo’s in response, and they held there, sharing breath for a moment, eyes closed before Bilbo pulled away, gently pushing the boy's hair back out of his face. When Kili's eyes finally opened, they were glassy with tears.

“Please rest, my brave boys.” He reached down and pushed the hair out of Fili's sleeping face. They both suddenly looked so small in his eyes, so wounded and afraid.. it aches Bilbos heart, made his throat painful and tight and his eyes sting.

Kili sunk into the bed with a wince and rested his head against his brothers. Bilbo helped cover them up to their chests with a heavy fur blanket and kissed them again on the forehead, vowing to return as soon as they asked. Kili nodded, closing his eyes

My husband is a genius

The shire is warm for most of ther year and when it’s cold is doesn’t drop far below seven degrees

Erebor is fucking cold. Temps drop to around minus fifteen.

Bilbo is not build for these conditions and nearly gets frost bite in the tips of his ears and his toes and Thorin panics and makes him little fur lined leather boots that are soft and flexible but still provide enough warmth to stop his toes falling off.

Bilbo also has to wear a hat and ties his hair back as it grows so he doesn’t realize how much his hair has grown by spring and when he takes the hat off Thorin is gawking