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about to kiss, so loved

Out of the Box: A Baggins Birthday Mathom for lbilover

Baggins Birthday Mathom Exchange

This mathom is a picfic for lbilover, who knows the problem of which Bingo speaks, as do many others who share their homes with hobbit dolls.

Title: Out of the Box
Pairing: Bingo/Sam
Rating: PGish--suggestive
Warning: Doll and character meta alert
Disclaimer: I'm borrowing Tolkien's characters. I'm not sure if he'd want them back after I'm done with them, but they're his'ns if his estate wants them.
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SAM: I reckon it couldn't be finer weather for taking a walk on your birthday, Bingo-love.

BINGO: Yes, dearest. it is lovely. I'm glad you dragged me away form my writing. I was getting a bit bogged down and it is a perfect day for strolling around Greenbelt Lake.


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loving look, can't fool me

A Birthday and Fic: "More Sand"

Happy Birthday, annwyn55!!! I hope you have a lovely celebration!!! And here's Bingo and Sam on Tol Eressea to celebrate it with a double drabble for you. This pic was taken at sunset at Delaware State Seashore last October--yes the sea really was that color! Click on it to embiggen.



Title: More Sand
Pairing: F/S
Rating: PG Fluff
Disclaimer: Just borrowing J.R.R. Tolkien's hobbits for the shear pleasure of it. And I'd never sell them; I'd keep them if I could.

Sam was worried. "Do you think they're still celebrating my arrival? You don't think they will have noticed our scampering off on our own for a bit in the dunes, would they have? He shook more sand out of his curls.

"Well, you did arrive shortly after dawn when I pulled you away, brooking no delay, melamin, and now it's dusk." Frodo affected a solemn expression. "I'm afraid to say our absence must have been noted quite some time ago." Seeing Sam's look of dismay, Frodo stifled a laugh by stealing another quick kiss from him.

The twinkle in Sam's eyes as they finished undercut his sigh of concern. "Then I reckon they know what we've been up to, and we're in for some teasing, my dear, ain't we?" He pulled at his waistline to let more sand fall loose.

"Well, just be glad the majority of them are Elves and not Hobbits, my dear Sam, or there'd be a reckoning we'd have to pay."

"Aye, I knew there had to be a good part to staying with these here Elves" Sam brushed more sand from Frodo's curls. Hand in hand they bravely made their way back to the dockside gathering.
stress, incoming!

Reading LotR Aloud: Book 2, Chapter 5: The Bridge of Khazad-dum; excerpt

Reading LotR Aloud: Book 2, Chapter 5: The Bridge of Khazad-dum; excerpt for read_lotr_aloud.

Click on pics to embiggen--they look better at a larger size.

They peered out. Before them was another cavernous hall. It was loftier and far longer than the one in which they had slept. They were near its eastern end; westward it ran away into darkness. Down the centre stalked a double line of towering pillars. They were carved like boles of mighty trees whose boughs upheld the roof with a branching tracery of stone. Their stems were smooth and black, but a red glow was darkly mirrored in their sides. Right across the floor, close to the feet of two huge pillars a great fissure had opened.


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I wish I could quit you, Brokeback Mount Doom Bingo

Yes, Sam, We Are . . .

Our current WIP, March of the Mumakling, will continue as soon as real life stops getting woefully in the way for my writer, though she did manage to catch the One Man LotR Show last night for a good refresher. Yet we plastic hobbits also have real lives that get in the way sometimes. I have to say, this was a good getting in the way, as Sam and I enjoyed a beautiful sunny day, which has been quite rare in these parts lately, and attended the Washington, DC LGBTIQ Pride Festival last weekend. I'll just let you guess how many of those letters apply to us. We did do our best to put the H into Pride day.



Sam: Do you want to stop and sign the petition at that next table, Bingo, my dear?

Bingo: No, I'm all petitioned out, I'm afraid. Don't tire yourself out carrying that Pride banner, Sam dear. Do put it down when you get weary.


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Chapter 7. A Grey Mist Dissolved: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

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I feel quite refreshed from our respite and the roseberries we found there. It seems Saffron does as well, if her pace is any measure of it. The air is much cooler here. As I mentioned before, the seasons in Eldamar are such that they vary from vale to vale.

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wonder

Chapter 6. Better Than Lembas: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

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Saffron and I do seem to have the knack of this riding business now. She's been taking us on a southwesterly route; I've seen no trace of Elf or Elven habitations as we've made our way through the wilds of Eldamar, but the birdsong has been a true delight.

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trust, shiny eyed

Chapter 5. To What Purpose: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

March of the Mumakling
See Chapter 1 here.
See Chapter 2 here.
See Chapter 3 here.
See Chapter 4 here.

Chapter 5. To What Purpose: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[All the usual disclaimers apply. Some of the characters and places mentioned herein are based on those of J.R.R. Tolkien, though I hardly think he'd want them back when I'm finished with them, and as Bingo reminds me, he wasn't even wanted in the first place. Many images here are inspired by Jackson/Walsh/Boyen's film adaptation of LotR. This journal at times contains same-sex pairings, multiple-sex pairings, and whatever gender combinations suit the storyline, and slides between earnest romance and ironic raunch, ironic romance and earnest raunch, at the touch of a toggle switch. There's no money in this, so don't even think it. I bet every kid would like to get paid for playing dolls, but life's tough. Credit lavendertook, if you will, because the following text and pictures are nobody else's damn fault, but my own.]



So here comes Saffron back to fetch me, I suppose. Assuming she's learned something about retaining her passenger--after all, oliphaunts are quite bright and rather quick learners--there's still the problem of not knowing where she is taking me.
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aww fuck!, oh no!, wearied

Chapter 4. Dissonant Chords: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

March of the Mumakling
See Chapter 1 here.
See Chapter 2 here.
See Chapter 3 here.

Chapter 4. Dissonant Chords: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[All the usual disclaimers apply. Some of the characters and places mentioned herein are based on those of J.R.R. Tolkien, though I hardly think he'd want them back when I'm finished with them, and as Bingo reminds me, he wasn't even wanted in the first place. Many images here are inspired by Jackson/Walsh/Boyen's film adaptation of LotR. There's no money in this, so don't even think it. I bet every kid would like to get paid for playing dolls, but life's tough. Credit lavendertook, if you will, because the following text and pictures are nobody else's damn fault, but my own.]



There are times when even a hobbit as loquacious as Bingo must halt his narration and concentrate on the task at hand, and this was one of those times. Having fallen from the back of the mumakling, battered by branches, he reached to find some grip, but found the bark slippery due to spray from the fast waters of the shallow stream below. And though the fall would not be all that far, he quickly surmised the jagged and slippery rocks beneath would promise an injurious landing, or worse.

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remembrance, composing, writing

Chapter 3. Quite Simple: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

March of the Mumakling
See Chapter 1 here.
See Chapter 2 here.

Chapter 3. Quite Simple: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[All the usual disclaimers apply. Some of the characters and places mentioned herein are based on those of J.R.R. Tolkien, though I hardly think he'd want them back when I'm finished with them, and as Bingo reminds me, he wasn't even wanted in the first place. Many images here are inspired by Jackson/Walsh/Boyen's film adaptation of LotR. There's no money in this, so don't even think it. I bet every kid would like to get paid for playing dolls, but life's tough. Credit lavendertook, if you will, because the following text and pictures are nobody else's damn fault, but my own.]



This climbing . . . is a little more . . . difficult than I remember. *puff* I suppose . . . it has been quite a few years since last I mounted an oliphaunt, and I'm . . . not completely up to form. *puff* All right, I'm not even in the same farthing of up to form, thank you very much, since the last mumak I climbed was probably ten times as big as this one. And further, I'd be flat back on the ground by about this time if it were one that big. And Elrond and Galadriel would be laughing their immortal asses off at me. *sighs* Before they helped me up and brushed me off, that is. *smiles at the thought of his friends' indulgence* And Bilbo would be shaking his head in complete sympathy. *grins* Good, ole Bilbo.
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