In the sixth (or seventh, depending on who’s counting) TV spot, we got new scenes with Thorin. DJ at Heirs of Durin did some capping and I played around with some of her screencaps of our favorite dwarf.
Here he is in sepia:
And in living color:
And some artwork based on a photo from the Movie Guide:
And some more stuff:
Sorry I haven’t been around as much, but I am actually WRITING again. Or, in this case, re-writing the re-writes of the re-writes of my historical romance, My hero is a dashing and dangerous 18th century highwayman who bears a distinct resemblance to a certain TDHSBK.
Due to a number of issues, some I could control, some I couldn’t, things had been stagnant for while, and now I am back at it. Leigh, my beta, approves of the first scene, and it feels good to be writing fiction again, frankly. I like to think that thumbs up above is RA signaling his approval.
Richard Armitage and his wonderful assortment of ChaRActers have the power to inspire: fanfiction, blogs, fanart, fanvids. There are some amazingly talented and creative admirers of Mr. A out there who share their flights of fancy with us.
Several published novelists point to Richard’s characters as the catalyst for their original creations. I wonder sometimes if he has any inkling of what an impact, a positive impact, he has had on so many of us.
His intelligence, talent, humor, character, charisma, beauty and sex appeal are a potent combination. Simply put, Richard’s got the right stuff, baby.
Ladywriter was watching her favorite TDHSK. He was sitting in the swivel chair, long legs propped on the end of the bed, a rotund black and white cat sitting in his lap. Sir Guy’s long, elegant fingers gently stroked the feline’s glossy fur.
“You really do like animals, don’t you, Sir Guy?”
He rubbed the bridge of his lovely aquiline nose before giving a slow, thoughtful nod.
“Yeah. I guess I do. You–you know where you are with animals, don’t you? You treat them well, and they respond in kind.” LW saw a far away look mixed with a flicker of sadness in his blue eyes. “It isn’t always true with human beings.”
Poor Guy, she thought. If only . . .
“No, it isn’t.” LW gave him a smile and inclined her head towards the purring three-legged butterball in his lap.
“But it’s clear Thumper appreciates your attentions. As well as the rest of the pets here. And I truly loved how you always gave Richie a friendly pat when you dismounted in Robin Hood.”
Sir Guy’s mouth curled into a sweet half-smile. “You noticed that, did you?”
“Oh, I’ve noticed quite a lot of things about you, my dear Sir Guy.”
She glanced down and giggled. “And now you’ve got Thumper doing that ridiculous rapid-fire sticking her tongue in and out thingy. She is certainly happy.”
Sir Guy gave Thumper an indulgent smile. “We understand each other, don’t we, my girl? Yeah. Animals are–animals are OK, Ladywriter.”
Sir Guy is contemplating certain costumes and disguises he might don when he joins me at Comic-Con. See what you think . . .
And Richard complained about his medieval mullet!
I’d like to take a ride on a magic carpet with this Aladdin.
All hail the conquering hero. Veni, vidi, vici, Sir Guy style.
Dame Edna Gisborne, anyone?