When I arrived home from college today there was a package waiting for me on the kitchen table.
I was at University from noon until 4 pm, and Mum said the package got delivered around 2 pm.
Imagine my surprise when I opened it and discovered this:I apologize for the bad quality; my camera skills aren´t the best ones.
The leaf brooch
That brooch is amazing! Very delicate, yet made of a robust material, with a rather strong pin on the back. The green is gorgeous in the sun. I need to find something to wear it on; it is too pretty to lock it away in my jewellery box!
Thorin´s Key To Erebor
The Erebor key is actually part of a keychain, but I´ve removed that part because I´m too afraid of losing it when I would carry it around on my already overfilled keychain. XD So many details on so little space! There are runes engraved on it, and decorations resembling Thorin´s armour. What I like about it is that it has actually the size of a real key! I might use it as a pendant; I´ve got a really long silver chain I´m sure it´ll look absolutely majestic on it.
I already own a copy of the Evenstar, which looks like this: www.mittelerde-onlineshop.de/m…
, only fully in silver. Mine is also slightly bigger; however this one looks more like the original Arwen was wearing in the movies. I might give it as a gift to someone.
I was VERY pleased to get those, and for all of you who haven´t noticed yet how obscessed I am with this Hobbit movie, I will feature some drawings I like about it.
And yes, I support Bagginshield. Maybe not in terms of in the actual movie, but I do like the pairing in drawings and fan fiction and sucheries. :3
Majestically Majestic Features
And some really adorable fan fictions:
The Story of Thorin HobbitshieldHis name was Thorin Hobbitshield. He wasn’t your average dwarf; no, not at all. He was the descendant of a line of kings and if there hadn’t been the attack of the dragon Smaug he would have lived a comfortable life and eventually he would have become King under the mountain.
But fate hadn’t been so kind and instead of living as a prince in Erebor, he had been forced to wander with his people, take jobs wherever he found them, and in the end lead them.
But all of that wasn’t what made Thorin so extraordinary. What was truly remarkable about him was the event that had earned him his name.
It was in a big battle, things stood badly, the dwarves were about to be driven back and utterly defeated when Thorin’s hour came. He had seen his grandfather die; beheaded by Azog, the Pale Orc, leader of the orcs they were fighting. Thorin was struck with grief and blinded by rage, and blindly he charged towards Azog. His first attack was no match for the Pale Orc and he
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. I)The first time Thorin saw the Hobbit, he knew he would be a liability. As much as the Dwarf trusted Gandalf, there was an innocence in the little creature's eyes that could not be ignored. It only took a glance for him to know that this Bilbo Baggins was no burglar. Most likely, the Hobbit had never lifted a weapon in his life; he was ill suited to the rough conditions that this quest would no doubt yield. As such, Thorin wasted no effort hiding his contempt at Gandalf's choice. There was no possible way this small, comfortable being could take his place as a member of the Dwarven Company. He was no warrior; it was obvious that he would be nothing but a burden. And to think that the Wizard would risk the life of such an innocent creature in a battle that was not his to fight— the Dwarf King was nothing short of disgusted.
Thorin's mistrust and fury at the situation lasted through the first leg of their journey. By the time his company fell prey to the Great Goblin, his frustration a
Comfort is many thingsComfort is many things.
Comfort is a face framed by golden locks, smiling down at him in his earliest memories. Comfort is the excited bouncing next to him as he opens a present. Comfort is walking across the room for the first time because that's where he wants to be, because that's where the smiling one is. Comfort is in the first word he speaks because it makes the other one happy.
He associates the feeling of comfort with him even before he understands the concept of "brother".
Comfort is being worried about when he has scraped his knee again. Comfort is his hand in a bigger one (though not as big as their mother's or their uncle's) and comfort is not being let go when they wander around. Comfort is being held tightly when he is frightened and comfort is being able to crawl into a different bed at night. Comfort is not being alone.
He gets older and he knows his name and that he is his brother but the first thing he feels when he hears his name is comfort.
Comfort is also being the
Lucky CharmOn the day of his first birthday Kili is woken from his afternoon nap by his brother. He doesn't understand what a birthday is, not yet, but he's old enough to understand that everyone is happy and the golden haired boy bouncing in and grinning at him is enough to make him laugh. Fili stops at his cradle and beams at him.
"Happy Birthday, little brother."
Kili smiles back and reaches out to grab a strand of blonde hair, but is soon distracted by one of the big ones entering. It's the dark one that intimidates him a bit, but today the creases in his forehead are not as prominent and there's a smile on his face, too. Kili is lifted out of his cradle and for a moment the big one just holds him, adjusts his hold on Kili, who grabs one of the braids coming down in front of his ears and immediately puts it in his mouth. It earns him a soft chuckle and a big hand cautiously pries the braid from him.
"You don't want to suck on that," the dark one says, voice rumbling from his chest, but he doe