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A belated birthday present for the wonderful @diskingoferebor​ <3

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1lpI6iD

by Marchwriter

Sometimes choices must be made, for good or ill. In the years after the Lamentation, Morwen finds herself making the hardest of all.

Words: 4198, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, Tolkien - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Aerin/Morwen Eledhwen

“Now… you said something about fun to be had on this throne?”

it’s still fembagginshield week right?

Down by the Hallowed Pool on SWG | on AO3 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Goldberry/Lady of the Blue Brooch Characters: Goldberry, Lady of the Blue Brooch Additional Tags: early Third Age, Textual Ghosts, Femslash, International Day of Femslash, Not A Lot Of Plot

Summary: After rescuing the Hobbits from the Barrow-downs, Tom Bombadil takes a blue brooch from the pile of barrow-treasures to bring to Goldberry, reminiscing about its bearer. This is her story.

during yesterday’s stream, I drew some fem!Bilbo teaching fem!Thorin how to do things, (click)

and then today @mcmanatea sent me pictures of cute underwear and I thought it was a good time to draw more lesbeans (click)

two of my favorite things in the same picture: satyr and female AU ♥ in this useless little scenario, their first meeting happens when Thorin helps Bilbo find her way home~ 🌱

‘My Truth’ is the short comic I made for grayfire during our secret holiday exchange, @haveahappyhobbitholiday this year!

tolkien femslash series 13/x — nimrodel x mithrellas

nessa + vána

YESSSSSSSSSS GOD I LOVE THE SMELL OF FEMALE ADVENTURERS IN THE MORNING (and yes that’s code for lesbians)

“Unfortunately, The World Won’t Save Itself”

For all he did, sometimes Arwen’s father made a few mistakes. Such as the one he made one eve, by holding council about Dwarves and inviting a grand total of none. And then said Dwarves (And a Hobbit, when on Arda did they get a Hobbit?) ran off into the mountains! Honestly, if anyone’s going to make sure nobody dies on this ridiculous endeavour, it might as well be someone who actually pays attention to these things. Like herself.

And so, on a seemingly normal evening, Arwen Undómiel sneaks away from the watchful eye of her elders and attempts to save thirteen Dwarves and a Hobbit, mainly because nobody else seems to be bothered with the idea of impending doom. 

this is my shameless excuse at drawing some explicit femslash bagginshield: these drawings were based on this great A+ sexy as fck oneshot fic “through her dooring” > click to read! <

They say nothing, but the question hangs in the air. Éowyn answers it. “It is not the same in Rohan–divinity is a quiet thing. Prayers are not spoken so much as thought of. Our temples are dark, hidden, smelling of fire-wrought stone and amber. Not like here, where worship is freeing.” 

“It is different in the world of Men,” Arwen reaches out, wraps her palm around Éowyn’s wrist. She feels the blood pump there, as Éowyn feels the cool pad of her thumb. “Please,” Arwen says, something in there pleading. “Do not feel so ashamed here. Do not be quiet.” 

The breath leaves her then, and Éowyn turns to find Arwen already facing her. Her eyes flicker around Éowyn’s face, making sense of it in the dark. She looks at her as if she is the most precious thing in the temple, worthy of all prayer. They are close enough for their breath to mingle, for Arwen to see the sun freckles splattered across Éowyn’s cheek, for Éowyn to see the intensity in her eyes. 

Éowyn does not recognize her own leaning, until her forehead touches Arwen’s, and there she closes her eyes and sighs. Do not be quiet. Arwen had said. Not a command, and though touching on a plea, Éowyn had believed it to be more of a want, a desire, a prayer. 

Do not be quiet. 

Éowyn opens her mouth–

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such breathless eyes — read on ao3 wc: 18k