‘how to use your head’ a tutorial by Dwalin
NOW THATS USING YOUR HEAD! Take note everyone from the expert! xD
‘how to use your head’ a tutorial by Dwalin
NOW THATS USING YOUR HEAD! Take note everyone from the expert! xD
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I love how majestic the bald eagle looks from the side
but from straight on it just looks scared and confused
we ruined a post, we did ittttttt.
AH HA! xD
Ori and Dwalin share intimacy and passion one beautiful night, but nothing seems to change after that. Until one very unexpected surprise comes along that pulls them close and brings them together.
Ok Sooooo… first Dwalin -X- Ori story. Honest criticism is welcome and reviews are also… so please, do both.
This can be movie verse or book verse, whichever you readers choose. I prefer movie, but that is just me ^ ^
Dont know if this is really rated correctly, but it does have smut… which I tried not to make it smut, it was supposed to be romantinc =_=’
I got really inspired by a picture above ((with the planet)) and by the song fireflies by owl city.
I do enjoy adding music to my stories and when I read stories, so if you do to try the song Fireflies by Owl City while reading this!
For all who want to read it but dont like smut or anything of the sort, please feel free to skip that part ((devided by line brakes)). You wont be missing much so you can still enjoy the story!
I dont own the characters, only the plot! All characters mentioned and used belong to the fabulous J.R.R Tolkien! One of my favorite and most beloved writers, also my insperation to be a writer.
Ori slowly crawled out from between Dori and Nori, leaving his bedroll. The night blanketed them and the fire burned smoothly, crackling and spitting little sparks into the air. It shown against 12 sleeping faces, quietly snoring away. He carefully stepped over his companions, respecting there rest and quietly ventured off into the trees. The woods around him were dark, but he was not scared.
Ori stopped to stare and bask in the sudden magic that flitted all at once from the ground in front of him. All around him tiny glowing orbs danced around and lit up the darkness like tiny hanging lamps. They bobbed and weaved around his body, creating an enchanting feeling Ori had never felt before back home in the Ered Luin. Ori reached out a slow hand and brushed a passing firefly gently with the tip of his finger.
Ori pulled his hand back only inches as the little bug flinched away at the sudden contact, but continued to flutter and glow. Ori giggled at a firefly tickling his nose as it fluttered by, and in a circle Ori slowly spun, taking in mother natures nightlights. Sweetly Ori smiled and whispered goodbyes to the glowing bugs, tightening his arms around his journal pressing lovingly to his chest and continued through the trees.
Ori brushed aside part of a bush and poked his head through the leaves, smiling still as he looked to one side before looking ahead, his eyes catching the glow of something simply mystifying. Ori’s face fell in awe and his big brown eyes got impossibly large staring at the biggest planet before him. He had never seen anything like it before, and slowly he stepped out from the bush to the calm waters edge to look up at it entranced. It was larger then everything Ori thought large before seeing it. It was larger then the mountains, larger then the ocean. It seemed even larger then the entire earth, taking up the entire night sky around him.
A perfectly round sphere, half hidden by the silhouetted tress beyond the lake. Colours of gray and white, and a small bit of blue made with the help from the background of soft blending navy blue, Gandalf gray and rusty red star speckled sky. A beautiful thick ring flowed around it ever moving or ever still; Ori did not know. Closely off to the sides, small planets hovered near it, as if drawn to its enchanting powers as Ori was. This was an indescribable beauty that couldnt be explained in any amount of words Ori could write. Ori sat down before the calm, still lake and gently opened his journal to a blank page, quietly starting his sketch of the unforgettable scenery, taking his time to bask in its breath taking beauty while he could.
Just as Ori was inking in the last detail, the bush he came through rustled and someone else stepped out from behind it. But Ori wasn’t scared or surprised, he knew who it was. The heavy boots padded the ground softly and when they stopped at the little scribe’s side, Ori looked up and smiled at Dwalin. The fierce Dwarf looked down at him, but he did not ware his usual stone-hard face, instead he was smiling just a bit. Dwalin said nothing and Ori didn’t mind, they had become closer during their travels with the company, or at least Ori would like to believe. Ori stood with help of his hand pushing on the ground behind him and stood before Dwalin.
“I just finished it.”
Ori held his journal open for Dwalin to see the inked picture. It was amazingly done, only a true artist could have drawn it, but still Ori knew it did not come even the slightest bit close to the beauty of the real picture before him.
“Isnt it beautiful?”
Ori wasn’t referring to his drawing, but to the unworldly scene strung in the sky he turned his head towards and was now looking at again. Dwalin took in every detail of the picture little Ori drew and was amazed at the talent the Dwarf had. It was unlike any other, unique to Ori only and Dwalin liked that. Dwalin turned to look at the sky with Ori and even he was taken by the beauty of the scenery before them, but Ori was by far the most beautiful part of it all. The glow from the large, beautiful planet shown down on Ori, reflecting in his brown doe-eyes, its light illuminating Ori’s entire body, making him look more immortal and more fair then the elves themselves.
“Your more beautiful.”
Ori smiled at hearing that, but was he mistaken? Ori turned back to Dwalin and found Dwalin looking back at him again, but Dwalin’s eyes shown with something Ori never thought he’d see expressed from the war loving Dwarf – love.
Ori closed his journal slowly and pressed it against his chest, never letting his eyes leave the others. Dawlin never took his eyes away from Ori’s either and reached out a slow hand, stroking Ori’s soft cheek with a battle-callused thumb. But as rough as it was, it felt like nothing but smooth velvet across Ori’s skin. Ori closed his eyes, leaning into the gentle caress.
He had not realized it, but he shifted closer to the bigger Dwarf and the bigger Dwarf moved closer as well. Their bodies were so close that Ori could confidently say he felt the beat of Dwalin’s heart and it felt nice. They needed no words to express to one another what they were feeling, that they felt the same, and wanted the other; actions spoke louder then words. Dwalin leaned down and slowly brought his lips upon Ori’s. He closed his eyes, only kissing Ori ever so softly, but causing Ori’s stomach to flutter with butterflies. Ori kissed back with gentle lips, and opened his eyes slowly as he felt Dwalin pull back.
A light blush graced Ori’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose, causing Dwalin to think him so much cuter and the feeling inside him to become stronger. Ori blinked slowly, a cute title to his head, and more of a small sweet smile then an innocent one playing on his lips. Dwalin took in the sight of Ori’s face, the only beauty he ever took the time to notice and truly smiled back. Both wanted this and neither would turn away; it was a perfect, once in a life-time moment.
Dwalin leaned in and kissed Ori again, but kissed Ori with more passion and Ori kissed him back just the same, even placing a gentle hand to rest on Dwalin’s chest ((while the other still held his journal)). Dwalin was the first to part again, but for good reason. He started unbuttoning his fur coat, never removing his eyes from Ori’s as he worked and slipped it off his body. He left Ori to watch in curiosity for only a single moment to lay the coat, that would be their bed, behind him and then returned to his little scribe and placed a large, but gentle hand on Ori’s hip.
Ori was happy Dwalin came back to him and stepped closer, gazing lovingly at the warrior’s chest. Ori loved what he saw and gently traced light fingers over the many scars along the firm, stone-carved chest while Dwalin watched silently with his own hands running along Ori’s sides. Ori leaned in, kissing one scar lightly, then another before he pulled away and looked up at Dwalin. He smiled, then leaned on his tipy-toes and kissed the lips he loved so much. Dwalin kissed back, slipping his arms around Ori’s small frame and lifted Ori up with little effort. Ori wrapped his arms instinctively around Dwalin’s neck and both continued to kiss.
Neither of them broke the kiss as Dwalin moved slowly to his laying coat and carefully knelt to his knees. He kissed Ori a moment longer before he broke away, both breathing heavy, smiling at each other though, and laid Ori down. Ori let go of his hold and gladly let Dwalin. It only took moments for Dwalin to crawl on top of Ori and kiss his lips again.
With the bright planet and the shimmering stars as their witnesses, Ori and Dwalin made passionate love.
It started with kisses and caresses over clothed body. Dwalin kissed from Ori’s mouth, to his rosy cheek, to his almost beardless jaw, to the sensitive skin of his neck. Ori shuttered at the smooth lips leaving trails of kisses on his neck and the hands that crushed many foes, sliding down his sides to his hips and thighs, being as gentle as if they could never hurt a fly. Ori never thought the hard seldom emotion-showing warrior that was Dwalin, could ever be this soft, but Ori was more then happy he got to find out.
Ori ran his fingers through the hair on Dwalin’s chest, his eyes closed and lips parted slightly as he let out cute breathy sounds at Dwalin’s tongue lapped at skin before he lightly, but satisfyingly, nibbled it. Bringing his lips away and hands back along Ori’s sides, Dwalin kissed Ori opened mouthed, in which Ori followed and did the same. For someone who had never done this sort before, Ori did amazingly well and learned quickly. Dwalin dove his tongue into Ori’s open mouth and flicked Ori’s tongue until Ori understood and flicked back. Their tongues touched tip-to-tip, the twirled and twisted, mixing saliva and tastes.
As their tongues played, Ori’s arms found Dwalin’s broad shoulders and Dwalin’s hands worked on slipping Ori’s cloak off. Once lying around them, Dwalin pulled his tongue back and easily willed Ori to work with him to take off his knitted cardigan and under tunic. Dwalin wanted full skin-on-skin contact and very much the same could be said for Ori. Lying down again, Dwalin went right for Ori’s chest and took his time kissing and tasting the skin. Dwalin ran his hands up Ori’s bare sides now, gently thumbing the places just beside Ori’s navel.
Ori squeezed his eyes tight out of pleasure and let out the tiniest, cutest moan. His hands came up to wrap around the back of Dwalin’s tattooed head, clinging to it almost for dear life as Dwalin expertly swirled his tongue arou7nd one of Ori’s perked nipples while he rolled the other between two fingers. When Dwalin was finished paying them attention, he pulled away and kissed down Ori’s stomach to the waist band of his trousers. Ori had time to breath, but it came in heavy, his heart still raced and he was still full of heat created by Dwalin’s passion.
Dwalin undid the laces and wiggled Ori’s trousers down his legs. Ori watched breathlessly and helped Dwalin remove his bottoms by lifting his hips. Dwalin cast them aside and immediately went straight to kissing and caressing the inside of Ori’s thigh. It caused Ori to shiver and touch Dwalin’s head, but soon Ori was back to rolling his head and moaning low and cutely. Dwalin held both Ori’s thighs gently as he flicked the tip of Ori’s erection. He flicked it, licked it, then kissed it a couple times before moving down Ori’s length, slicking it wet with his tongue.
Both he and Ori were harder then either of them had experienced before, but it wasn’t from lust for each other. It was out of pure love and truly wanted to become one with each other because both were very much in love with the other.
Dwalin never took it into his mouth; he simply played with it gently and then left it. Ori gave a small squee in protest and opened his eyes as far as he could to see Dwalin. Dwalin was sitting up and smiling down at Ori, working now on the laces to his own trousers. Dwalin wanted no more four play; he wanted to completely make love to Ori now, wanted to be more then just two Dwarves like they had been. He cast his trousers away and Ori smiled more, wrapping his arms around Dwalin’s neck as the older Dwarf lay back atop him. They kissed for a moment as their bodies pressed against each other; moans from little Ori and throaty grunts from old Dwalin as their erections rubbed together.
When they parted they stared into each others eyes, Ori taking a few heated breaths in before whispering “I understand”, and lifting one leg to wrap around Dwalin’s hip. Dwalin smiled and kissed Ori, letting his hand go to and grip firmly the thigh of Ori’s raised leg. Dwalin only needed to shift slightly and the head of his hard member was at Ori’s entrance.
“This may hurt.”
Dwalin warned Ori quietly, considering Ori’s feelings and not desiring to hurt his young lover. Ori only smiled encouragingly.
Dwalin need say no more and he didn’t. He kissed Ori’s lips and pushed himself slowly into the unprepared hole. Ori whimpered and tensed, digging his heel into Dwalin’s lower back and his finger tips into Dwalin’s shoulders. But Ori did not protest Dwalin to stop and Dwalin didn’t until he was fully set up to his sack in Ori.
Dwalin kissed Ori and caressed Ori’s side comfortingly until he felt Ori relax. He knew Ori adjusted to his large length and gently, slowly, pulled out to the tip, then pushed in the same way. He repeated that way a few times, which Ori tensed and squeezed his shoulders, but soon was letting out tiny moans with Dwalin’s own grunts. They gazed into each others eyes loving and longingly, noses always touching. They panted and moaned together, hands roaming and touching always.
Dwalin picked up pace, but not to fast. It was a pace that both could live with and showed that this was not just a meaningless one-night stand. Their bodies rocked together and their voices mixed. Sweat dripped from Dwalin onto Ori as he huffed, continuing his thrusts into Ori’s sweet heat. Ori wrapped his other leg around Dwalin, sucking his length in more, panting cutely, flushed pinker then a rose, and stroking his hands up and down Dwalin’s chest; loving the feel of Dwalin’s well built muscles.
When Ori was very close, the little scribe let out the cutest… squeaks Dwalin had never heard before. They were unusual but Dwalin got much more pleasure at hearing them, and picked up the pace of his thrusts just a bit to help Ori along faster. Ori shut his eyes tightly and gripped Dwalin’s pectoral muscles, his body tensing suddenly. His head fell back with his mouth open, Dwalin’s name rolling from his tongue louder then any sound made before, and arched up against Dwalin as he came.
Nothing but dazzling colours shot passed his eyes and the muscles of his hole tightly gripped Dwalin. It was hard to move in, but Dwalin thrust only a couple more times, and before Ori had come down from the greatest pleasure he ever felt, Dwalin reached his peak and blew his seeded load deep inside Ori. It was warm and Ori moaned quietly at the feeling, before being able to relax from this passionate moment. Dwalin panted heavily and gently laid his sweaty body on Ori’s, wrapping his arms around the small Dwarf, as the smaller Dwarf did him and they lay in each others arms for a while.
They could have fallen asleep there in that spot, in each others arms, but both needed to get back to camp. After a bit of rest, holding each other and passionate kissing, Dwalin pulled himself out and up. He used his tunic to wipe Ori down while he still relaxed a bit and then used it to wipe himself down. Dwalin dressed first, save for his tunic and fur coat Ori lay on, then gently sat Ori up and helped him dress. Being sure Ori would be sore, even though Ori was already standing on his own, Dwalin picked his coat up, draped it over his arm and picked Ori up, holding him as if they had just been wed.
“I can walk”
Ori lightly protested, but wrapped his arms around Dwalin’s neck.
“I don’t mind”
Dwalin’s face went back to looking so hard, but Ori knew Dwalin loved him. Dwalin carried Ori back through the dense, dark forest while Ori got more rest against him. And when they stepped through the last set of trees and saw the flickering glow of the almost burnt out fire, Ori was preparing to get down. But Dwalin kept shocking him tonight and took him all the way back to his bedroll.
Dwalin crept past and over bodies, not stirring a single one until he got to the foot of Ori’s bedroll. It was risky for Dwalin to do this when Nori and Dori slept so closely beside him, but Dwalin was sure to make no sound or movement that would wake them. He kneeled and laid Ori down; pulling the covers from under his little body and tucking them snug around him. Ori smiled more then ever and snuggled into the warm covers of his bedroll, but did not forget about the other. As Ori was thinking the same, Dwalin leaned forward and passionately kissed Ori one last time.
“Sleep; get all the rest you can.” Ori nodded and snuggled into his bedroll again. Dwalin got up and left to go back to his guard post, but Ori called to him quietly just as he got to the edge of the companies sleeping circle and turned to look.
Ori smiled cutely at him and whispered “I love you.”
Dwalin cracked a smile and that was all Ori needed as closure and dived his head into the covers, curling up comfortable as Dwalin left to keep watch.
“I was there are you beginning, I was there at your worst.
I was there are your proudest. And I was honored and sad to be at your end.”
I’m sorry guys this idea wouldn’t leave me alone and you guys have no idea how much it was killing me while drawing it.
GOD DAMMIT TUMBLR IS IT MAKE ME SAD DAY!?
OMG! THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL BUT SO SAD TOO! I HATE AND LOVE IT AT THE SAME TIME! *Cries*
The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey - Chronicles Art Book:
→ Thorin Oakenshield
very few people have noticed that thorin actually had a long braided beard before his people were driven from erebor. a lot of the fanart of him in his early days is with his shorter, cut beard.
theres actually an interview where richard is talking about how it is his idea that thorin cuts it and wont grow it long again until he reclaims the mountain, in honour of the longbeards before him.
OMG MY FAVORITE THORIN PICTURE FROM THE CHRONICLES: ART AND DESIGN BOOK! OMG! I LOVE THIS ONE! IM SO GLAD I FOUND IT!
Concept art for Bofur from The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey Chronicles: Art & Design I like this for older!Bofur by far
uff. I love older, dressy Bofur. He’s lovely just the way he is, but with braids in his beard and armor and beads he sure cleans up niiiice.
I also like the hat with one earflap up. He’s like an inquisitive puppy.
OMG! I LOVED THIS PAGE! I HAD JUST GOTTEN MY COPY OF THIS BOOK AND IT IS AMAZING! I READ IT NON-STOP ALL YESTERDAY FROM THE MOMENT I GOT IT! OMG ITS AMAZING! BEST BOOK IN THE WORLD! I LOVE ALL THE DESIGNS! OMG!
Listen, just because Bifur can only comminucate in Khuzdûl (which includes the spoken language aglab and the sign language the iglishmek) doesn’t mean he is disabled. It just irks me that all these people keep suggesting that somehow having suffered an injury that makes it so he can only communicate in the Dwarf language must mean that he is no longer able to take care of himself, or no longer capable of understanding others, or that he must be mentally-challenged, or that he needs to be babied.
BIFUR. IS. A. MOTHERFUCKING. KICKASS. WARRIOR. WHO. KNOWS. WHAT’S. UP. AND. IS. SMART. AND. BRAVE. AND. FIERCE. AND. LOYAL. AND. HE. DONT. TAKE. SHIT. FROM. NO. ONE.
……. I can still give him smooches and feed him flowers though, right?
*badass dorf snorgle badger feels*
I agree… and honestly, thats one of the most loveable things about Bifur!
I… had to get it out of my system.
Looking at all the pretty art out there made me so jelly. ;_; Also all his clothes seemed too hard to draw, so conveniently!halfnaked Thorin.
so his heavy coat and fluffy collar were harder to draw than his steaming 24-pack and iron-forged biceps
that I would be holding onto as I rode him like a wild mountain stallion?yeah, I can see that
I’ll reblog for this truly perfect comment.