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Ered Luin: A New Home? | Art #115 read on Ao3 here!

Post with full art can be found here! please go give it some love!

this is a collaboration between @asgardianhobbit98 and @joyfullynervouscreator for TRSB24 hosted by @tolkiensrb

rating: G warnings: n/a relationships: Dis / Spouse, Dis / Original Male Dwarf Character, Thorin & Dis, Bofur / Original Female Dwarf Character, Original Male Dwarf Character & Original Male Dwarf Character Characters: Dis, Thorin Oakenshield, Original Male Dwarf Character(s), Original Female Dwarf Character, Bofur, Bifur, Bombur Word Count: 8,580

“Now, Thorin has decided to let some strangers into our settlement so they can build a wall, or something. Defences of some kind. He worries there are still Orcs after him. That our father’s disappearance wasn’t…” Dis’ words died down, a heavy sigh escaping her instead. “Thorin would die for his people’s safety. I fear that is his fate too. But I cannot bear to lose him now… I cannot bear to lose him ever. And I understand he wishes to see our people safe, safer than they are outside of the mines the way we live now. But… we do not know these people. And…”   “Dis…” Tud interrupted gently, squeezing their intertwined hands once more. He gazed into her eyes, his gaze gentle and affectionate. “Why don’t you let me help. I can gather some friends, and we can keep an eye on these ‘Longbeards’, hm?” “Oh, I wouldn’t want to put this all on you- That’s not why –“ “I know,” Tud quickly interrupted, chuckling affectionately. “But you have enough to shoulder and worry about. Let me help you. Let me do this for you.”

Artist: @joyfullynervouscreator (here on AO3)

Author: @middleearthpixie (here on AO3)

A collaboration for TRSB 2022 (@tolkienrsb)

Art: Here (Slide #93)

Ratings: Art: G, Fic: G (here once reveals have passed!)

Warnings: No archive warnings apply.

Relationships: Bard x ofc Aislinn Dale

Characters:

Our Judges - Elrond Rivendell, Gandalf Grey

Our Hosts - Radagast Brown, Saruman White

Our Finalists - Aislinn Dale, Thranduíl Greenleaf, Bard Bowman 

Additional Tags: Fluff, Friendly Competition, Bake Off, Romance, Alternate Timeline, Alternate Universe, Modern Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Thranduíl of Mirkwood, Bard the Bowman, Radagast the Brown, Saruman, Gandalf the Grey, Elrond,

Word Count: 13k

Summary: Only three remain. Aislinn Dale, Thranduíl Greenleaf, and Bard Bowman are the last bakers standing in the Great Middle Earth Bakeoff, with three challenges left and the title of Middle Earth’s Best Baker on the line. 

All three have proven themselves worthy and skilled, but in the time they’ve spent together, both in the tent and out, they’ve become friends as well. And for two, something even larger may loom on the horizon, something that might be just as wonderful as the crystal plate proclaiming them the winner of the Great Middle Earth Bake-Off…

Excerpt from Chapter One:

The absolute worst thing about being in the tent was just how damn hot it was in there. Aislinn Dale exhaled harder than she meant to and sent her too-long bangs straight up for a brief moment. 

Still, she had to admit, she’d rather be sweating her ass off in the tent than be at home watching others sweat their asses off on the Great Middle Earth Bake-Off on television. Even so, she picked up her recipe card to fan herself—for all the good it did—and looked around at the now-mostly empty tent. 

What had begun as a field of twelve bakers had been whittled down to three. And Aislinn kept pinching herself, trying to convince herself she was actually one of the finalists. Over the last few weeks, she’d watched as her fellow competitors fell when their bakes betrayed them by being either over-or-underdone, or by not quite reaching the taste standards the judges had come to expect. The most bizarre dismissal had to be Nori, who’d been voted off the previous week when he’d been caught trying to steal his Kitchen-Aid mixer and several whisks. When pressed, he confessed he’d been swiping things almost since the first day and had amassed quite the collection of mixing bowls and spatulas. It was only because he promised to return every single item, and actually did so, that no charges were pressed against him. All in all, it made for a very interesting week...

of the woods. - listen a playlist for the elves of mirkwood

There were many people there, elvish-looking folk, all dressed in green and brown and sitting on sawn rings of the felled trees in a great circle. - the hobbit

@tolkiengenweek​ day two | platonic relationships | ulmo and nienna

Ulmo is the Lord of Waters. He is alone. Mightier than Estë is Nienna, sister of the Fëanturi; she dwells alone.

—The Silmarillion, “Valaquenta: Of the Valar”

Éowyn’s style of seduction is equal parts “Check me out--yes, you KNOW how lucky you are” and “I am 150% stronger than you and don’t you forget it” 

Draw a terrible guinea pig because you’ve escaped the flagging experiment?

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