1. Holmes smiled in that infuriating, though affectionate, way of his. “Ah, Watson, You need to polish up on your French. Grantaire – or grand R; capital R. An approprate moniker. And a clever man to adopt it. I do not think drink dulled his wits much, Léa.”
2. “Well, you were the one who shot me,” said the Master, in the manner of a petulant child. “You were a very very NAUGHTY girl, Lucy.” She said ‘naughty’ as if she was spitting out a tasty sweet.
3. “All my thoughts of war and glory, and I never considered the grief of my brother, or my uncle, or any of those who may have loved me,” Eowyn said. “It feels almost like a punishment now, that I feel what they might have felt, had I fallen. Alas for my uncle! And alas for the uncle my children will not know.”
Ever since BOTFA I’ve been reading LOTR/Hobbit fic, so I oughta turn around and share them with everyone else!
My fanfiction taste has always been weird. Fic I like usually falls under one of three categories: 1. HECK YES IT’S CANON COMPLIANT 2. HECK YES IT’S ABOUT SIBLING/FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS or 3. HECK YES IT’S ABOUT A LADY. Or, in the best cases, all three…
(also, these are all pretty much focused on the Race of Men. My faves.)
On The Flood by acacea A Gondorian soldier finds Boromir’s war-horn in the river. Just the sort of fic I love, love, love.
The Care and Feeding of Hobbits by Baylor This fic has been around for a long time I think? But if you haven’t read it READ IT IMMEDIATELY. Boromir is the narrator, the hobbits are the Hobbits, and everything is lovely.
The Lady of the Valley by Evandar A character study of Sigrid, with a bit (a small bit) of background Thranduil/Bard. It’s really nice and sad and thoughtful and exactly the kind of minor-female-character fic there should be more of
Bittersweet by Selkit As is this one! This one features Sigrid and her father as she adjusts to being a Princess of Dale. Sigrid is my favourite of the Bardlings, and I absolutely love this view of her.
Requiem for Boromir by maranya14 Faramir asks for the details of his brother’s death. It has songs in it! Really good, fitting songs!
Worse Than The Witch King by Virtuella Eowyn is determined not to wear the wedding dress that was picked out for her. A fabulous short story about Eowyn, her life post-Ring War and the little things that humanise her
Letters from Faramir by Agape4Gondor Faramir writes letters to his brother both before and after his death. It’s as sad as you’d expect, but beautifully, beautifully done.
The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.
You know what hurts the most about this?
Boromir is lying on the ground in both shots, but for two very different reasons
No. In both cases, he’s on the ground because of his love for his hobbits.
This German art student, Benjamin Harff, decided, for his exam at the Academy of Arts, to do something only slightly ambitious — to hand-illuminate and bind a copy of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Silmarillion. It took him six months of work. He hand-illuminated the text which had been printed on his home Canon inkjet printer. He worked with a binder to assemble the resulting book.
My science project. We were to do some sort of creativeness for an atom. I got Boron. My teacher said I touched his inner nerd and this poster now sits right by his desk.
Five Positive Boromirs (Protons)
Six Neutral Boromirs (Neutons)
And Five Negative Boromirs (Electrons)
One Does Not SImply Make A Boring Science Project.
“Aragorn tells Eowyn that she can’t come with him on The Paths of the Dead because her people need her and that renown isn’t really all it’s cracked up to be. He’s not wrong, exactly, but he basically tells her it’s her duty to stay behind, something he would never say to her uncle or brother. And she calls him on it. Flat out. She tells him, “All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.” Think about that for a moment. Not only is she calling him out for sexism, she lays out why it’s sexist and does a pretty damn fine job of distilling down the lot of women in this culture. To whit: if there aren’t men around, you don’t really matter, and you definitely don’t get to decide for yourself how you live OR die if you’re a lady. That’s very powerful, especially in a series that deals a lot with the trappings of war and glory from a distinctly masculine point of view.” — “I am No Man” Doesn’t Cut It: The Story of Eowyn | The Mary Sue (via themarysue)
