bingo_bolger_baggins

Hello, dear Ms. lbilover! Sam "Goldberry" Gamgee and I wanted to wish you the happiest of birthdays from our soon-to-be new home. Isn't it wonderful?

Please don't mention this to Ms. Lavender, as we haven't broken it to her yet. We suspect she might take it hard, so we're waiting for the right moment. And to find movers who will accept her credit cards without making us show I.D.

Oh, and please don't mention this to Ms. Obelia, as we haven't asked her yet, either and are wondering if we should, or if we should just sneak in--after all, she's not likely to notice us among all her Sam and Frodo's, I suppose.

We know your Frodo and Sam had something grand planned for you today. We hope it was the most splendid of days!

For annwyn55's birthday, Red Carpet Tours decided to add a special surprise outing before sending the tour home, and they found special guides to take them there.



Here you can see the special guides giving instructions to the Red Carpet Tours staff.
( The Adventure continues . . . )

For mews1945 on her birthday this weekend and a

Happy 40th Anniversary of the Moonwalk!



Bingo: *worried* Be careful, Sam! Do you need a hand there around this fellow here? I don't want to lose you, dearest.

Sam: I'm good, Bingo. *looks around* Well, we've got too much of what we didn't have in Mordor! Water, water everywhere!

Bingo: *smiles fondly* I'm so glad we got to walk on the moon. And that we got to say together, One small step for a hobbit, one giant leap for Hobbitkind.

Sam: That was some trip, and no mistake! *whispers* Though I have to say these folks' feet here are a little too Stinker-like for my liking.



( One small LJ cut for hobbitses . . .  )

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. Though 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.



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.


( Couldn't we add an H to that for further inclusivity? )

Bingo, having a permanent account, and mine being a basic account, has kindly allowed me to use his journal to post in. Have you figured out who the important one is around here yet? - lavendertook

For the read_lotr_aloud community:




( Transcription below )

Hello! I'm taking a break from the current storyline here to celebrate Professor John Ronald Reuel Tolkien's birthday today. It's 117 years since he was born. Please join me in raising a glass to him in a toast.

( Fill your glasses, please! )

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.
( Follow here to find out what our erstwhile hobbit adventurer decides . . .  )

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.
( Follow me if you want to see just how simple climbing onto a mumak is . . . )

MARCH OF THE MUMAKLING

Chapter 1. On Conspicuous Consumption: 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.]



I, Bingo Bolger-Baggins, had been tarrying on Tol Eressea since I sailed West, so this is my first time in Aman proper, and it is quite lovely here. Not a midge anywhere, thank you very much. Though I have to say . . .

( a little bit about conspicuous consumption )

Oh no. If I'm not mistaken, I believe my drum trance has carried me hence and left me in the Bechdel Universe.



Am I now to be but the hobbit neighbor in DTWOF?

Am I doomed to have house cats groom themselves in an undignified manner in every domestic frame I'm in?

How did it come to this?