#*pets it*

(( OOC: Testing out a new camera. Won’t get to use this one very often, since it’s a family camera, but god that quality! *sobs* 

THAT’S RIGHT

tagged by @airebellah and @erinyewrites, :)

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This time I picked one I really really really want to finish one day. It was supposed to be for a Big Bang but then... stuff happened. 

The doc title is Warlord Thorin, but what it is is a Canon!Au where the Dwarfs and Men p much compete to take over the world, Elves have more or less fucked off rather than get involved, and Hobbits are sadly not allowed to live in peace.

Established Frerin/Thorin, and eventual Frerin/Bilbo and Frerin/Bilbo/Thorin

“It appears we are about to get new masters then,” Bodo Proudfoot sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I hope these are nicer.”   “Bodo!” Bilbo protested, echoing his cousin Primula who had crouched down at Drogo’s side, helping him stand back up again when it seemed as if his knees would not allow him.  “Drogo, tell us, what exactly did you see?” Bilbo’s grandfather asked, and even though he did not raise his voice the others in the room fell silent. “They’re fighting.” Drogo swallowed and dragged his fingers through his hair, yanking on the dark curls over and over until Primula made a soft sound and curled her fingers around his, bringing his hand down to rest between their bodies. 

“There’s an army out there,” Drogo continued, as he wrapped his arm around Prim’s shoulders, pulling her closer. “An army of Dwarfs. They’re clad in steel from head to toe…” he bit his bottom lip. “Steel covered in blood.”

“Good riddance,” Lobelia scoffed, uncaring of the upset looks aimed her way from most of the gathered Hobbits. Crossing her arms over her chest she glared at Drogo. “Silly boy, there’s no need to be upset about the death of Men who have treated us as their slaves.”