of the blue mountains

                                                                   i. ii. iii. iv.

          ‘ oh my my! i have an outstanding stylist, but did i hear correctly ? ’ a hand cupped his ear, pretending as if he had not heard it. certainly, caesar welcomed a change in the hobbit’s style. ‘  you want to do something with your hair ? ’

              “Well yer’ stylist certainly has some kind of taste--                Oh no!” Bofur was quick to throw a hand up in                defense, “I could nev’r. I mean I applaud you and                what ya’ do--all the power to you, but I couldn’t                do what you do.” There was a hint of nervous                laughter, “Far too... Excitin’ for me.”

don’t mess with the bros

for valkyrem

dwarf family pictures

She bites her lip in thought, desperately trying to recall his name. (There were too many of them to begin with and apparently the dwarves were overfond of similar sounding names) “It’s….B-,” No, not that? Perhaps? “…B…Bombur?”

                 Bofur let out a laugh and shoved his hands into                  his pockets, "Close! Bombur is m'brother." The                  dwarf fell into a silly bow, "Bofur, at yer' service."

"Why, I couldn’t pick just one favorite."

                 "Surely there must be one! What about the one                  you were jus' singing? Is that one of yer' favorites?"

                                                                 ( F Í L I )   &   ( K Í L I )                                                                        at your service