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Bagginshield

This artwork was done by

🖼 @mathelaw🖼

for

✒️ @lordoftherazzles✒️ beautiful plot bunny:

Fuck Thy Neighbor

The voice next to him cut through Bilbo’s garbled and fuzzy train of thought, and as he looked towards the fellow next to him who had his attention on the bartender, the second olive that Bilbo had gone to swallow definitely went down the wrong pipe.

Long dark curls were pulled back into the messiest bun revealing a strong jaw coated in dark facial hair, a strong and pointed nose…and then there were those eyes. So strikingly blue that practically glowed as the neon lights within the bar seemed to change now and again. It was offensive, but not in the lethal sort of way like a near-deadly olive.

After a few coughs and tears pricking at the corners of Bilbo’s eyes, a heavy pat landed on his back, and for a moment he thought it was Hamfast, but the voice that spoke didn’t match his friend, but that of the dark-haired beauty that had sauntered up next to him–though sauntered would be a bit of a stretch. Stomped was more like it considering the ‘fuck you’ attitude this guy radiated.

“You alright, man?” 

Those are two of my truly beloveds; @mathelaw one of the first and favourite artists I've ever commissioned and @lordoftherazzles who's been a friend to me in many a dark moment.

The story is hilarious and you should definitely read it and the art is - as always - delightful and charming! (and I am laughing my fucking head off...@mathelaw has simply a sense of humour that makes my heart sing!!!)

Please do give both of them all the love you can!

Read the fic - it is a true treat - and consider commissioning some art (if you can afford it)!

Please do not repost or steal this work of art. Thank you.

Frodo & Thorin

This artwork was done by

🖼 @mysandwichranaway 🖼

for

✒️ @frosticenow✒️ beautiful fic:

Diamond in the garden (chapter 6)

Fíli appraised the hobbit for a second.  He had put on some weight since the last time Fíli had seen him which was probably normal.  And he seemed as though he had not aged over much.  Beyond that there was not much Fíli could determine about the hobbit and he dared not ask.  Is he happy with his wife?  Is this the life he would have wanted before he left on the quest?  

There was one other thing that was clear to Fíli, even if Bilbo had gotten married he still cared for Thorin.  So he gave the best answer he could given the circumstances, “You know Bilbo, we are not the only members of the company who wanted to see you and wondered after you.”  Bilbo’s eyes went a little at the implication but he shook his head.  “I’m glad to see you Fíli and to hear about everyone.” Or almost everyone.

Excerpt of Chapter 1

This is an ongoing story by my dear friend @frosticenow that presents the reader with quite a few mysteries and questions; we can't wait to see where this one is going!

@mysandwichranaway is by the way one of the kindest, loveliest, and most patient artists on this platform. Perfect for a first-time commissioner! He's also crazy talented, as you can see!

Please do give both of them all the love you can!

Read the fic - it is truly a head-scratcher - and consider commissioning some art (if you can afford it)!

Bagginshield

This work of art has been produced by

🖼@8thparadox 🖼

for

✒️ @sunnyrosewritesstuff✒️ beautiful fic:

Thirty Minutes to Change Your Life

Thorin chuckled and took a drink of his beer for courage. He’s learned that asking people out at bars takes a bit of strategy. Going for the nonchalant play, he decided to walk by their table until he found a point in their conversation where he could jump in. It works well for him most of the time. Only this time, he heard something that nearly had him stop cold.

“You say this every year! You’re not going to jump, Bilbo.” The cousin groaned.

“Nope. You won’t change my mind this time, Siggy. I’ve got nothing to lose. I’m doing it this time.”

It's a short story about the loneliness, despair, and humour inherent to the state of being alive. It's truly adorable, and you should give it a read!

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Read the fic - it is truly a joy - and consider commissioning some art (if you can afford it)!

Daeron & Túrin

This work of art has been produced by

🌟 @lycheesodas 🌟

for

✒️ @cuarthol ✒️ wonderful fic

A Haunting Tune

Consumed by the kind of misery that only an eight-year-old child who has lost everything they have ever known can feel, he curled up in a corner and wept softly to himself. And there he might have stayed all night had not he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Come, child,” the voice said, and it was full of pity and gentleness. “Come, let me take you back.”

He sniffed down his tears, wiped his face, and looked up into a kind face.

“Who are you?” Túrin asked.

“You may call me Daeron,” the Elf replied. “Now come, I will return you to your rooms.”

A very beautiful short ficlet about young Túrin and his encounter with an elusive, fabled singer.

Please do give both of them all the love you can!

Read the fic - it is delightful - and consider commissioning art (it's great fun)!

Please do not repost or steal this work of art. Thank you.

Special thanks to @polutrope for the rec of this ficlet and for the consistent and faithful promotion of Daeron as a character.

(Links under the cut...please do look at them and go give everyone some love and support)

Daeron x Maglor

This artwork was done by

🖼 @quarantinedwanderer🖼

for

✒️ @polutrope✒️ beautiful fic:

Hearken Still Unsated 

The crack of burning timber. The echo of vengeful laughter. 

Daeron gathers up all the sounds. There is nothing more than disconnected notes at first, but he sings them all the same. He finds shapes; he fits them into Song. He tilts his neck towards the sky and sings until his lungs are near to bursting with the swell of sound. He sings until his throat burns from shaping such ragged discord into harmony. He sings until a single star appears above him. 

“Ambar,” he sings. “Umbar.” His last mournful notes float up towards the firmament like tendrils of mist. 

The storm drifts off.

A beautiful fic - written for the TRSB22 - that follows the destinies of two talented souls. Musical, lyrical, and entirely enchanting, this piece deserves more readers by far!

Hence, why there's more art for it now. Shoutout also for the original artist @melestasflight

Please do give both of them all the love you can!

Read the fic - it is truly a symphony of words and feeling - and consider commissioning some art (if you can afford it)!

Caranthir x Finrod

This work of art has been produced by

🌟@Noldorinpainter🌟

for

✒️@oopsbirdficced ✒️ wonderful fic :

of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) - Chapter 5 & 6

Consciousness comes slowly to Findaráto, and when he surfaces, he wishes he hadn't. He's on a couch in the Ñolofinwean wing, head in Turucáno’s lap as his cousin strokes his hair soothingly. He sighs softly, turning into his cousin's hand, and Turucáno helps him sit up. He takes a deep breath and shoves up his sleeve, baring his new words to the light.

‘I fucking hate you, you fucking pretty-boy bastard.’ is scrawled in an elegant hand in a brilliant ruby-red on his forearm, and he feels like he's breaking into a million pieces. Excerpt from Chapter 1

A lovely, heart-felt story about involuntary soulmates, filial duty, and the longing of the heart, beautifully captured by a delightful artist.

Please do give both of them all the love you can!

Read the fic - it is delightful - and consider commissioning art (it's great fun)!