Freak Yes Because I Don’t Just Do Hobbit Fanfiction

Can confirm. I say this to my girlfriend daily.

gay people can never say 'I love you' it's always gotta be some shit like "I have never been so wrong, in all my life"

I like thinking about the study done discovering that homophobia is only found in the human race among all living species, and I like to apply that the middle earth too. I imagine Bilbo and Thorin going off to their room while in Laketown, the Master is just like “what good friends those two are” while the rest of the Dwarves are like “tf???”

The thing I love about shipping thorin/bilbo or any of the dwarves together is that it canonically makes sense that some dwarves would have male significant others. I think it’s like 1/3 of all dwarves are female? That number may be wrong, but we defintely know dwarrodams are very hard to come by so like… why wouldn’t some of the dwarves be gay? At the very least due to “supply and demand” issues? Homophobia just does not logically make sense looking at dwarven culture.

Some stories don’t just entertain you, they shape you. They become part of your inner mythology, quietly influencing how you see the world and yourself. For me, The Lord of the Rings was one of those stories. Long before I understood its depth, I felt its weight. It wasn’t just the adventure or the battles or the magic. It was the sense that there was a vast, ancient world just behind the curtain of this one, full of language, loss, and quiet courage. And I wanted to live there. Not just visit, but understand it, piece by piece.

I started with The Hobbit. It’s technically a children’s book, but to me, it felt like something far older and more mysterious. What first grabbed me weren’t the goblins or Gollum. It was the Dwarven runes. I spent an entire night translating the symbols on the cover, realizing some of the letters matched the title. I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I was obsessed with cracking the code. Only later did I find out the introduction explained it all. But by then, I had already figure out every letter's equivalent English glyph.

That moment set something in motion. I wasn’t just reading a fantasy story. I was beginning a lifelong fascination with language, symbols, and the hidden layers of storytelling. When the films came out, it felt like the world I had only imagined had suddenly stepped into reality. The scale, the emotion, the music, it swept me away.

From there, I started learning Elvish. Not because I thought I’d ever use it, but because I wanted to understand it. I wanted to sit with the same beauty and care Tolkien poured into every word. The way his languages were rooted in history and myth made Middle-earth feel like a place you could find on a map if you just looked hard enough.

That curiosity pulled me deeper. I started reading the expanded works. The Silmarillion, Unfinished Tales, the appendices, the letters. I wanted to know about the First Age, the Valar, the ancient wars and sorrows that shaped the world long before Bilbo ever found the Ring. I was drawn to the tragedy and grandeur of it all. The way history echoed forward, how the light of the Two Trees still touched the edges of the Third Age like a fading memory.

Some of my earliest and most enduring friendships were forged over The Lord of the Rings. We traded favorite characters like sacred names, debated Elves vs. Dwarves like it actually mattered, and built elaborate inside jokes steeped in Middle-earth lore and behind the scenes trivia from the films. When I got into D&D, I couldn’t help but carry that influence with me. I made characters with the moral weight of Númenórean kings or the quiet resilience of a hobbit far from home. I didn’t want to just play the game. I wanted to tell stories that felt like they could have been whispered into a campfire by an old ranger on watch.

And to this day, I still wear a silver One Ring replica I got in middle school. It’s not flashy, but it’s meaningful. A tiny symbol of a much larger world that continues to live in me. A reminder that the stories we grow up with don’t always stay on the page. Sometimes, they become part of who we are.

The Lord of the Rings taught me that true strength often looks like perseverance, not power. That hope can exist even in the face of sorrow. That history matters. Not just the grand heroic moments, but the quiet choices that echo across time. It made me believe in the power of language, the weight of promises, and the beauty of stories that dare to dream of a better world. Middle-earth may be fictional, but the way it shaped me is very real. Tolkien didn’t just build a world. He built a doorway. And I’ve been walking through it ever since.

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Ch. 116 - Bait and Ghost - The Blind Burglar

“Once we have the Arkenstone and an army of my kin, the Master will be in no position to demand anything!” Thorin insisted. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“Woah. Wait. What?” Bard stopped them. “Army? What are you–” His eyes widened. “Oh, Eru. No. What the hell are you planning? I thought you were headed to the Iron Hills?!”

The Elve shared a look, and Balin shook his head.

“You’re going to the mountain.” Bard understood even without anyone saying anything. “I can’t believe I’m helping you. You’re going to bring the wrath of the dragon down on all of us!”

“Stop being melodramatic, Bard,” Bilbo said. “It’s not cute in a grown man.”

“Oh, pardon me. I suppose I should be grateful you want to stir up the embodiment of death!”

“We’re not going to let the dragon come to Laketown.”

“How are you supposed to stop a bloody dragon?!”

Shrugging, Bilbo said, “We’ll figure something out.”

~~Coming May 5th.

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Perfect remix, I wanna bring it to life.

I mean, fuck, I like fics, I like slash I like gettin' smutty, I like shippers, I like to fuck I like fic-writing' and blog posting about morning wood I like doin' fandom-shit, post it? Probably would (yeah)

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BAHAHAH I LOVE THIS

I got to meet.

Stephan Hunter and Lloyd Owen.

Aka. The actor of Bombur from The Hobbit and Elendil from Rings of Power.

Now I am about to absolutely rant about getting to meet and talk to these guys in a follow up post, and yes it was at Supernova.

“What’s your favourite animal?”

Me in my recovery arc