Apples in Winter 🍎

Bofur×OC

cw: mentions of miscarriage and alcohol use

Chapter 1 can be found below, all later chapters will be on AO3 only.

Chapter 1

The Oak and Shield was a popular Inn located in Achyrst. The town – which was once an unassuming village – had grown in the last few decades due to its fortunate location near the East Road and the foot of the Blue Mountains, as well as the resettlement of said mountains by Thráin II. Although there were a couple of other inns in the town, this was the one favoured by both dwarves and locals. Every evening music was played, food was eaten, and laughs were had.

The blustery evening, early in 2941 T.A., that Celandine met the dwarf that went on to be known as her dwarf was no different to any other. She was blown in through the door of The Oak and Shield with a large basket of bread for Edmer, the innkeeper. The sound of happiness filled the air as the patron's chatter intermingled with the music of the impromptu band that had formed of dwarves and men in the corner.

"Thank you, kindly, Miss Celandine," said Edmer, exchanging her heavy basket for the pint of porter he tipped her every evening, "I believe your lot found a table near the music tonight."

It didn't take long for Celandine to spot her friends clapping along to the tune. She was about to push her way through the audience to join them when one of the dwarves began to sing. His voice was deep and soulful. Even when the others joined in to create a perpetual canon, Celandine was certain she could hear his voice through the others, clear as a bell. It sent a shudder down her spine and goosebumps prickled at her skin, warming the last of the chill from her bones. Although he was singing in Westron, if you asked her the words, she could not tell you, for she was so entranced by the sound of his voice.

After over a month, I have finally posted Chapter 4! I hope you all enjoy it ❤️ you can read it on AO3

Hobbe Smith, "Floralia", 1898

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People will see silm art and be like ooo that’s a hot chick

I’ll say, that is a GUY thank you vm

They’ll be like, oh but at least she’s cute.

Yes beloveds, he is male as well.

Oh. Are there girls in your fandom then?

Me: Yes. I can count on my hands if you’d like?

Young Thranduil -Fishing4Stars Masterlist

Long Fic

The Pride of the Greenwood - After the sinking of Beleriand, Thranduil follows his parents' expedition to relocate the survivors of Doriath to Greenwood the Great. Oropher once knew their king, Lenwë, but it has been more than two thousand years since they've spoken. Searching for Lenwë, hoping for his help, the Sindar instead meet Rauwen, a young Silvan leader who is skeptical about welcoming the Sindar into her beloved forest. As the Sindar and the Silvans negotiate sharing space, sparks will fly - but will someone get burned? (WiP but will be a long fic) (Thranduil x OFC Rauwen). Ao3 Link

Chapter 15 is up!

Summary: Unable to shake a terrible mood after Rauwen's rebuke for a mistake that wasn't his, Thranduil makes an impulsive decision, knowing neither his father nor Rauwen would approve. At Sûlwen's urging, Rauwen sneaks into the forest for a day for some time to herself, seeking rejuvenation from the stresses of the year.

honestly sometimes stories where characters have self awareness and solve their problems maturely can be really refreshing sometimes. and sometimes it feels like therapyspeak slop. intense stories where no one is capable of understanding themselves and act out in incorrect ways can be very fun. and sometimes it feels like contrived bullshit. whatever makes "a good story" is harder to make happen than just using the right kind of characters using the right words

mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at. 

this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.

the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…

I simply must torment you a bit with these, let us see some of my personal favourites! (part one due to the image limit)

let us start with the kiss on the cheek (eyes averted! oh the pose! these were taken between 1910-1940)

or the nearly opposite energy (how daring!) of the kiss or caress with direct eye contact (1910-1930)

and then the innocent – yet so flirty – classic of the park encounter! (1890-1920)

and then the famed kiss on the bare shoulder – what an idea, what a vibe, such intimacy! (1910-1930)

and oh, I am not done, look at this – the adoration of the woman! look at this expression, this pose, this decorum! (1910-1940)

and then some of my favourites from the more playful or direct category, enjoy (1910-1930):

and, at last (thank you for still being here and witnessing my recent fascination with vintage polish photography) my three absolute favourites outside of any particular categories (1910-1930)

just look at her. just look.

SHARING THIS WITHOUT THE UPDATE IS EVIL

Now that nanowrimo has officially called it quits allow me to suggest roughdraftmonth.org as a substitute. It’s a small community with a discord server and it’s what I used instead of nano last November. There are flexible goals and we use trackbear to track our word counts. Everyone is super nice and I highly recommend it if you’re looking for a nano substitute! We are having another writing event in June, come join us!

the sound of her voice

In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.

Sam by Maia O. Tolkien's "chief hero", a gardener. The one who grows, tends, nurtures. It's too perfect 😭😭😭

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