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It’s Thorin Thursday! Part 2 of “How I Fell for a Hot, Hairy Dwarf . . .”

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(If you missed the first installment, https://thearmitageeffect.wordpress.com/2013/03/21/guest-post-how-i-fell-for-a-hot-hairy-dwarf-never-looked-back-part-1/)

It’s Bechep! Welcome back dear readers to the next and final instalment of my guest post  “How I Fell Hard for a Hot, Hairy Dwarf & Never Looked Back”  If you missed last week’s post then I invite you to go back and have a read – even if you find the post uninteresting, there are some nice pictures!

Fasten your seatbelts and get ready for some blatant dwarf love!

Part 2. Hot and Hairy Dwarf.

Warning: For those fans that disagree with the objectifying of Richard Armitage, please look away now. Do join us again in Part 3 as I’m afraid there is lots of worshipping and objectifying about to take place.

Now dear friends, let”s just start with a pretty picture.

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If I begin to talk nonsense or babble incoherently, please feel free to throw a bucket of cold water over me.

Right, let’s get started discussing this hot and hairy dwarf.  Well, where to start? Let’s just take it from the top shall we?

The Hair –  And yes I use a capital letter for the Hair because it deserves it don’t you think?  I want to wash it, braid it and then wind said braids around my finger, grab handfuls of it, smell it, run my fingers through it and brush it.  It is like something out of a shampoo commercial.  The way he flicks it around in such an outstanding fashion and it all falls back into place just so – *sigh*

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Hair acting at its finest.

Younger Thorin with his shorter, darker mane is positively dreamy.  But I can’t help being ever so fond of the longer, thicker, slightly greying locks.  They just make him look so regal and worldly. I just want to brush them away from his face and…*cough* let’s get back to it, shall we?

The eyes –  OHHHHHHH the eyes. Richard’s eyes are quite honestly the most amazing, mesmerising eyes I have ever seen.  Their colour makes me gasp and their intensity makes me swoon.  Put these eyes onto a hot dwarf and Cha-Ching! You have got yourself a winner. Imagine if you will, staring into them while he talks with you about his quest to return to Erebor, well I don’t know about you–but I just melt into a puddle.

I cannot move on without just mentioning the eyelashes.  The way he flutters them at all manner of hobbits, wizards, dwarves, elves – no wonder Lord Elrond returned Orcrist the sword to him.  I’d quite frankly give him anything he wanted if he batted those eyelashes at me.

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See what I mean?

The Beard –  Again I use a capital letter.  I have seen many pictures of Richard as himself sporting this beard and, although not normally a fan of beards, I will confess that I love it.  Thorin’s beard is quite simply a thing of beauty. It’s sitting there all “look at me” and well, I comply and look at it!  It adds to the whole majestic, royal, yummy, scrummy vision that is Thorin Oakenshield. And no matter what sticky situation he has managed to get himself into, it always looks so well-groomed – how does he do it? Oh, well you see, he’s perfect.  Ohhh I just want to graze my hand along it and have it tickle my face…  Ummm, perhaps you should get that bucket of cold water ready, dear readers.

The voice– I don’t really think I need say too much about the voice as I’m sure you are completely aware of Richard’s voice. It’s one of his most wonderful and appealing features. That deep baritone and lovely accent. I would be quite happy to sit down and listen to him read the Phone Book with that voice.

But back to Thorin. The way he barks orders at everyone, speaks kindly to an old warrior, utters the name of the elves in disgust, apologises for his doubt to a hobbit, it really has me swooning.  Of course, one cannot talk about Thorin’s voice without mentioning the singing – I believe I actually hyperventilated right there in the cinema when he starting singing by the fireplace. *THUD*

Hmmmm it must be time for another pretty picture – one that shows off the beard I think…

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I realise that I am running out of time here (I do tend to waffle so when talking about Thorin Oakenshield) so I will just make a general final list of all the other things that made me fall for this hot dwarf:

  • His divine lips that curl in contempt, smirk with arrogance or smile in pleasure.
  • His coat pelt that just begs me to run my fingers through it or wrap it around me (or both at the same time)
  • His sword, belt, ring axe and shield – all add to the majestic vision of the King Under The Mountain. And the way he wields that sword…*ahem*
  • His attitude has me all in a tizzy. Because let’s be honest, there’s nothing quite like a bit of a bad boy with an attitude to match.  He’s so damn arrogant, haughty and domineering – and I can’t get enough of it! Of course he can also be humble and kind when he thinks no-one is looking.

So, there you have it.  Some of the reasons why I “fell hard for a hot, hairy dwarf”. And as I wipe the drool from my chin we shall sum up with-

Part 3 Never Look Back

As I move forward as a new Richard Armitage fan and Thorin Oakenshield admirer I’m quite excited to think of all the things that I can still look forward to. I will continue to have all those experiences that I mentioned in Part One last week (yes dear reader, I may still get those underpants!) and many new ones too I’m sure.

Of course there are the other two movies to look forward to,  but I can’t wait to meet more new people (Richard Armitage fans are really the best ever!), learn, tweet, blog, talk and read about Richard/Thorin, I still have many TV shows to watch that star our boy from Leicester,  and I’m very, very quietly going to whisper to you that I may even try writing a Thorin fanfic.

So,  that hot, hairy dwarf started a chain of events that has led me to a wonderful, educational, exciting, busy time in my life.  I wonder if I thank him will he look at me like this and say in that deep voice “You are welcome, Lady0akenshield” (QUICK get that bucket of water and throw it on me now!  *THUD*)

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And now as I dry myself off – that water went everywhere! – all that remains is for me to bid you  farewell.  I hope you have enjoyed reading my ramblings about Thorin Oakenshield and I managed to make you smile and, if you weren’t already a fan of our dwarf, see some of his outstanding qualities.

And to you Angie, thank you so very much for having me on your Blog. I was honoured that you asked me.  Now, I have tidied up, put everything back in its place and left the key by the door.  I may just leave a small belonging behind, perhaps up on a shelf so I have an excuse to come and visit again.  I won’t stay long I promise!

Visit Bechep’s blog “Such is Life” at http://www.bechep.wordpress.com

(Guest Post) How I Fell for a Hot, Hairy Dwarf & Never Looked Back: Part 1

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Today it’s Thorin Thursday and we have a guest post by one of our regular blog commenters from Down Under (who is also a new blogger and new RA fan, courtesy of one gorgeous dwarf we all know and love) . . .  I love her enthusiasm for our dear Richard and his characters.

Hello!

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I suppose I should start by introducing myself.  I’m Bec Hepworth – many of you may know me as Bechep from blogs or @lady0akenshield on Twitter.  Angie has kindly (and bravely) asked me to do a bit of a guest post on her wonderful blog for Thorin Thursday.  Just so we are clear, I love Thorin Oakenshield.  I’m talking totally and, to use a Richard-ism, pants-droppingly obsessed *ahem* by Thorin Oakenshield.  I’m a little nervous and oh so slightly excited to talk about my favourite subject – I may begin to waffle, please just bear with me!

When Angie approached me here was the outline: “How I Fell Hard for a Hot, Hairy Dwarf & Never Looked Back”

After a little giggle,  I decided that I would break down that statement into three parts.

  1. How I fell hard,
  2. Hot and hairy (and oh how I’m looking forward to writing about that!) and
  3. Never looking back.

So, get yourself a mug of mead/tea/coffee/wine/ other refreshment and  let us begin…

Part 1: How I Fell Hard

It was in fact, to coin a phrase, An Unexpected Journey.  There I was, just cruising along with my little life- young children, husband, part-time job as a primary school teacher, family, friends, mortgage-you get the idea, nothing really taking up too much time or brain space and  nothing out of the ordinary going on.

I went to the cinema on Boxing Day to see The Hobbit on its opening night (it opens later in Australia – I don’t know why and don’t get me started…) I’m an avid Tolkien fan and was very excited to see the movie having thoroughly enjoyed the Lord of the Rings trilogy.  I was lining up ready to go in. I looked up and saw this giant poster :

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and there…in the middle…Thorin Oakenshield.  I remember thinking “Oooh he’s very nice” and continued to stare at it until we went in.  I won’t bore you with my various reactions to the movie – oh, that glorious moment he arrives at Bag End… *stares off into the distance…*

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Anyway, where was I?  Oh yes. So we will Skip forward roughly three hours…

I floated out of the cinema in a complete and utter state of  euphoria.  I was totally and utterly smitten. I rushed home to get on the internet and find out who this amazing, delicious, gorgeous actor was. (sorry people who came to the movie with me, no coffee and Christmas Day left over goodies for you! Safe trip home, there’s the door.)

The next few days – which turned into weeks were spent finding out all I could about Richard Armitage.

The Armitage Effect was one of the first places I found when I Googled his name.  I loved that I could find like-minded people talking about and worshipping this incredible actor.  When I finally plucked up the courage to leave a comment back on  the 2nd January (Post: “We all need an Armitage Hero” – I still remember!) Angie and the other fans were very welcoming and it was so great to actually communicate with other people about my new passion and not feel silly or judged.

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Pause with me a moment, won’t you? as we just gaze at the majesty.

So I ordered all three series of Robin Hood. And began having Sir Guy marathons of 3-4 episodes a night (oh, to have all-night marathons with Sir Guy…whoops did I just say that out loud!?).  I believe my Long Suffering Husband ‘s comment was “all this because you saw The Hobbit?”  Yes my dear, seeing The Hobbit is PRECISELY why all this!

Even grumpy, the dwarf is a dream!

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And so it began.  Since I plucked up the courage to write that first little comment, I have experienced all sorts of incredible and wonderful things: meeting amazing, funny, very special people, Reading Blogs, Writing a Blog ( a very insignificant and amateur one over on Word Press), Twitter, You Tube clips, Fan Fiction, Watching all the Richard Armitage TV shows I can get my hands on (Oh Lucas, you are so dreamy…), buying Thorin-related products (I did draw the line at Thorin Oakenshield underpants but for a moment there, dear readers, I did consider it), getting pictures on my phone so I could have sneaky peeks at work, learning new verbs like Richarding and Thorinized (one of yours, Angie, I believe?), the list goes on.

I could go into detail about all these experiences but I can see Angie nervously checking her watch – I suspect she thinks I may be one of those visitors who, once arrived, digs their heels in, spreads their belongings around the place and doesn’t show any signs of leaving, so I shall stop here momentarily.

Lets all collect ourselves, stand up, stretch and leave it there for now.  I think we could all do with a little break before embarking on the Hot and Hairy part of this post.

See you back here next Thorin Thursday as we delight in his lusciousness and  majestic-ness (yes it’s a word).  Farewell dear readers until next week…

Oh, and here’s another pretty picture. Just to keep you going until then.

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Simply Sublime, that Serendipity Should Send RA to Me . . .

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I do love a bit of alliteration.

I mentioned that “splendiferous” is one of my favorite words in the English language.  To that I would have to add “sublime,” a word Hermione Norris, Richard’s co-star in Spooks and Cold Feet, used to describe him. Sublime: of such excellence, grandeur and beauty as to inspire great admiration or awe. Boy, did she hit the nail on the head or what? (I do love a smart, insightful woman who can also kick some major arse and look stylish doing it.)

The sublime Richard Armitage as the sublime Lucas North.

I am also very fond of the word “serendipity.” Serendipity: the act of finding something valuable or delightful when you are not looking for it. The occurrence or development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

I wasn’t looking for a brilliant, masterful, charismatic actor whose performances would touch my heart and soul. I wasn’t actively seeking out a man whose physical beauty would take my very breath away, an individual whose qualities as a human being–his kindness, thoughtfulness, modesty, groundedness, sense of humour and more–would stir such admiration and respect  and affection inside me.  Yet I found all of this by happy accident–by serendipity–one night in 2007 when I turned on my television and a tall, dark, leather-clad henchman came riding into my life.  Oh, I didn’t know all that yet, not then.

But as the months passed, I came to realize what a treasure this (then) somewhat obscure British actor named Richard Crispin Armitage, a fellow who had so completely captured my fancy, truly was.

I have speculated that Richard Armitage comes onto our radar when we need him most, even if we have no idea of it at the time. I was going through a difficult period with the health issues of our parents, Benny’s and mine, and coming to terms with their inevitable decline and loss. Since serendipity led me to discover the sublime RA, we have lost my mother, his father and a young nephew in heartbreaking ways. I have dealt with extended unemployment and a car accident that left me in horrific pain for longer than I care to remember, along with the everyday complications of chronic health conditions.

It’s all been made easier, a little more bearable, through the face, the voice, the words, the performances of Richard Armitage.  I’ve gotten cathartic benefits and the satisfaction of crafting something entertaining, moving, thought-provoking through the creative avenues I have been inspired to pursue–fiction, vidding, fanart, blogging–revolving around this very special man. And I have benefitted from the similar effect he has on so many others.

An exuberant RA with one of the scale doubles for The Hobbit during a fund-raising event in Wellington. I give YOU two big thumbs up, Mr. Armitage.

And the friends, oh! the wonderful, bright, witty, intelligent, talented, creative, compassionate friends I have made across the world, thanks to that serendipity that brought RA onto my radar.

It’s simply–sublime. Many thanks to Richard Armitage and to  you all for making my life a happier, more beautiful and creative one.