pestiset:

adhesivesandscrap:

ladydragon76:

sabenzero:

omnicat:

genalovestoons:

kungphooey:

my headcanon here is that legolas is just BARELY visibly holding it together

since canon tells us that mirkwood elves like to party and are fully capable of passing out from drunk

so legolas is using EVERYTHING HE HAS to fuck with gimli and pretend he hasn’t a clue what it’s like to be affected by alcohol

while inside he’s all ‘sdkla;hgsj you can do this leggles you can do this’

‘don’t think about that time you blacked out from dorwinion wine while naked in the middle of an impromptu archery contest’

‘and all your friends drew orc penises on your face’

‘and when you woke up you were halfway to dale without a clue as to how you got there’

‘And especially don’t think about that time you drank so much that the dwarves you were supposed to be watching escaped in the empty barrels of wine.’

‘Dad never let me hear the end of that one’

Leggles

While all of the above is great, I’d like to offer that dwaven ‘ale’ probably isn’t made from barley.  they live underground.  what grows underground? Mushrooms.  I’m saying Dwarven Ale is halucinogenic.  I’m saying Legolas was tripping balls.

all of this is perfect

HEADCANON. FUCKING. ACCEPTED.

Boom.

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

Boromir: *lying awake one night* Hey Merry. you awake.

Merry: ?I am now

Boromir: what are baby hobbits called

Merry: …hobbit… babies?

Boromir: yes those, what do you call them?

Merry: hobbit babies.

Boromir: yes but what are they CALLED.

Merry: hobbit. babies.

Boromir: but what are they called?

Merry: I give up *goes back to sleep*

Boromir: *staring up at the sky* I still don’t know what they’re called

~next morning~

Merry: hey Boromir

Boromir: hm?

Merry: last night. did you wake me up. to ask me what hobbit babies are called.

Merry: or did I dream that

Boromir: ………………….you never answered the question

Merry: yes I did

Boromir: no you didn’t

Merry: Frodo. Sam. Anyone. please help.

Sam: Mr Merry what the fresh hell are you talking about

Merry: Sam tell Boromir what we call baby hobbits

Sam: ……you mean… babies?

Merry: exactly

Boromir: ………….OH

Boromir: I thought. there might be a special word.

Sam: no we just call them babies why would there be a special word

Merry: what would it even… be

Boromir: I don’t know that’s why I was ASKING

Legolas, from the other side of the hill: BOBBITS

Pippin: BOBBITS

Merry: no

Pippin: I’m making it happen

Merry: nO

Pippin: bobbits. little bobbits. back when i was a bobbit. I love it.

Sam: *not looking up from what he’s doing* Mr Pippin if you ever say that word around me again I am going to rip your guts out through your nose

Pippin: ……………wow.

*Merry losing his shit in the foreground*

*Aragorn losing his fucking mind in the background*

cynicalpie:

lollard:

ihavealotoffeelings:

jrrtolkiennerd:

gwuscrc:

Gandalf breaking all the rules. 

The Minas Tirith Archives Department probably had strict rules about proper record keeping procedures too, but try telling Gandalf anything and you’d probably get some form of “I do what I want.”

@nerdyveganrunner

Eh, I’m gonna quibble with “the Minas Tirith Archives Department probably has strict rules about proper record keeping procedures”, given that we see Gandalf being shown into a poorly lit room full of jumbled stacks of books and loose papers that was clearly a disaster before he arrived. Maybe they did have good standards at one point, but Denethor cut the library budget and they had to downsize their storage space, let go of some staff, you know how it is.

#DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON MINAS TIRITH’S POOR ARCHIVAL STANDARDS#I HAVE RANTED ABOUT THEM BEFORE#I WILL RANT ABOUT THEM AGAIN#I HAVE A TAG SPECIFICALLY FOR RANTING ABOUT THE MINAS TIRITH ARCHIVES#much that once was has been lost for none now live who can remember where we shelved it

@backofthebookshelf

@fuckyeahrichardiii

elucubrare:

Where now are the base and its owner? Where the snake that was creeping?
Where is the rat with its pizza, or the lad for Britney weeping?  
Who then was phone? Where are the man and the hook and the hand and the door?
Where are the Caremelldansen of old, and the lava that covers the floor
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The memes have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. 
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the ancient jokes from the Net returning?

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

ms-demeanor:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

uhtcearemorning:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

tehri:

penny-anna:

tehri:

penny-anna:

penny-anna:

also consider: LOTR but hobbits have Tapeta Lucidum

Boromir gets the fright of his life their first night on the road

Boromir: *glances over his shoulder* ??!!!!???!!

Hobbits:

Hobbits: what

i will never get over that you used an image of raccoons for this purpose because it is incredibly accurate

LOTR au but instead of hobbits literally raccoons

Gandalf: well this raccoon found the ring and has been carrying it around. unfortunately we can’t take it off him or he gets very bite-y. so I figure, the raccoon is the ringbearer now

Elrond: what are those other three raccoons doing here

Gandalf: he brought his buddies. I call this one ‘Merry’

TRASH PANDA HOBBITS

@auraboo THE LEGACY OF FATTY MCFAT LIVES ON

Aragorn: *watching Frodo & Sam scamper off in the direction of Mordor* our hopes lie with those raccoons now

Legolas: do they… know where they are going

Aragorn: I sure hope so

Faramir: father why is this raccoon in the livery of the citadel

Denethor: haha doesn’t he look precious

Elfhelm: Dernhelm, is that a raccoon in your bag?

Dernhelm: *sweating nervously* Uh no, sir.

Eowyn, later: And I said no, you know, like a liar.

Denethor: WHY did you let a raccoon go off with the Ring??

Faramir: ….it just seemed like the right thing to do

Gandalf: he scratched you up real good huh

Faramir: ……………gouged my FUCKING arm and bit me on my face

Witch King: no living man can kill me – AUGH FUCK, RACCOON, RACCOON ON MY LEG ARGHHHH

Eowyn: *stab*

Wraiths break into the room at the prancing pony: *UnHoLy ScReEcHiNg*

Trash Panda Hobbits:

Wraiths: Oh, what the fuck, whAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

Treebeard: Baroom, humm, where are my small, impatient friends?

Merry and Pippin:

Don’t go where I can’t follow, Mr. Frodo.

~~~~~~The Hobbit interlude~~~~~~

Thorin:
You’re the burgular.Go on and…burgle something!
Bilbo:

Saruman: Well since some fucking TREES took over Isengard I guess I’ll take over The Shire.
Farmer Maggot and ever other Halfling down to the Sacksville-Bagginses: