You can read all about the rules of the auction here, so please do so before you bid.
All of the money raised will go to a Richard Armitage JustGiving charity, but which one will be determined based on the poll results, so please take a moment and vote.
To learn more about the charities, please click on the link above where (on the right hand side) you can read about the specific charities.
As way of thanking those who have contributed to the RA Silent Auction, either by donating and bidding, or commenting, reposting, retweeting, reblogging, I have also prepared a giveaway where you can get your hands on this Thorin Bookmark.
When Margaret Hale hastily rejected the wealthy industrialist’s fervent marriage proposal, she could not have foreseen the events that would lead her to change her mind and open her heart. But was it too late now to let the handsome, brooding mill owner know? Based on the novel North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell, this book weaves a change near the end of the original plot to create a romantic continuation of an enduring love story. A Heart for Milton brings to life all of Gaskell’s rich characters: Nicholas Higgins, Hannah Thornton, Henry Lennox, Mr. Bell, and others. But at its core, this tale unfolds the joy, hope, passion, and fulfillment of the love forged between John Thornton and Margaret Hale as the reader follows their journey through the uncertainties of their engagement to the trials encountered in their first year of marriage …and beyond.
I am also adding a Thornton bookmark, although I guarantee you won’t want to put this book down till you’re done.
This metal bookmark is bronze-coloured and features our dashing mill owner under a cabochon.
You are bidding on both items together.
No minimum bid.
If you are already a fan of Trudy Brasure’s writing, this item is an extra special treat.
She has donated a copy of her brand new book In Consequence.
The book isn’t out of print yet and you will receive a copy hot off the press mid December.
The winner of this auction will literally be one of the first people to get their hands on the book!
Trudy is very hush hush about the details of the plot, but if her previous book is anything to go by, this one will be a corker!
No minimum bid.
If there’s too much Thornton for your taste, the wonderful Charlotte Hawkins is throwing in some ebook Grizzly Gizzy into the mix and has donated:
Guy of Gisborne, a man of great darkness and sin, meets the woman who will be his redemption… Sir Guy is a fierce, brooding knight. He is both feared and scorned by those under his command. But under his harsh exterior lies a tortured soul, haunted by his many sins… Cassia is a peasant healer, with a secret longing for the fearsome lord Gisborne. When fate thrusts him into her hands, she soon finds he lives up to his fearsome reputation. But she also learns there is more to him than meets the eye… Soon they are drawn into a passionate love affair, one that will alter both of their lives forever…
Lady Evelyn Gisborne desires to be a proper young noble-woman, but independence runs strong in her blood. She follows her heart as well as her head, and temptation soon beckons her in the form of a handsome rogue. René Jean-Bastien is clever, bold…and forbidden, for she has been promised to another. Simon Jean Carré, Marquis of Laroque, is a born soldier. His life is commited to the pursuit of battle and the honor of the knight’s code. When he journies to the Gisborne estate, his only intention is to meet his promised bride. But he soon finds himself entwined in the life of a most unusual family…and falling in love with the woman he has sworn to keep at a distance. Evelyn is torn between two loves. Will she choose the man to whom she is promised…or the dashing thief who has stolen her heart?
Owen Gisborne is a knight in training. He vows not to lose his heart to a woman, but only to dedicate himself to the prestige of his warrior’s class. But to be a Gisborne is to love with a great passion, even if it goes against the rules…
You are bidding on the entire set of 3 ebooks from the Gisborne Series!
The Gisborne’s will have you steaming hot under the collar!
Format: Mobi for Kindle
No minimum bid.
Well, hello there Mr Postman, do you have something in your bag for me?
Ela has kindly donated an awesome Thorin treat:
There are TWO Thorin stamps up for grabs!
The stamps go to the top and second largest bid (one stamp each), so if you want both, bid big
No minimum bid.
I hope you enjoy the items on offer at the RA Silent Auction, dream big and bid big!
The auction will run till Monday 9am GMT, so make sure your get your bids in by then.
I will be contacting the winners on Tuesday, as well as the raffle winner.
The Auction is already over and a huge THANK YOU! to all of those who took part!
I will be contacting the winners today (Monday) with details regarding the Paypal transfers.
If you have any questions please contact me at rasilentauction [at] wp.pl
This is the morning after The Hobbit live fanevent and I’m experiencing a slight hangover.
First of all, I have to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I usually shy away from the frenzy, but this time I managed to embrace it and share it with others from our humble fandom.
I think I was a little too enthused as I feel a tad like I’ve been partying hard with a group of dwarves
The internet connection was exemplary (although I did have backup, just in case) and the feed was perfect.
My only complaint isn’t that there wasn’t enough Richard (duh! is there ever?) but that it ended so abruptly.
As I said on Twitter, it felt like my invite was revoked just as the party was in full swing.
Turns out, just as our feed broke, the actors also exited, which is a crying shame as I wished our RA friends would get more juicy RA details.
The highlights were Richard answering the only question he was asked.
Here’s an impromptu pic I made before I forced myself to get some shut-eye:
I really like Evangeline Lily, who no doubt is aware that some Hobbit fans are giving her evils (No hatin! she said), Lee Pace strutting his elvish stuff and the juicy additional The Hobbit: DOSclips.
*puts Sherlock dear stalker hat on*I wanted to take this opportunity to try to deduce a little something about what Richard has been up to.
The long curls are still in tact, he also seems to be growing a beard.
The thing that struck me was how slender he looked.
Not quite SpooksLucas North season 7, but I think it’s safe to say that Richard isn’t preparing to shoot an action movie.
The question is, does this slimmer frame mean he’s actually auditioning/preparing/shooting something or is it just the strain of shooting three films back to back, relocating to NY?
Does he perhaps miss English food and his mother’s cooking?
I wish he’d make it easier to deduce by, I don’t know, having a script sticking out from his (gorgeous) leather coat pocket or accidentally spilling the beans by using another character’s name instead of Thorin.
As always. Richard knows what’s going on, but he’s not telling!
I dare not write and schedule a post for the next few days in fear that tomorrow’s fan event will be loaded with delicious goodies and will spark new posts that conflict with what I’ve already had planned.
In the meantime, as we count down the hours, pray for extra strength internet connection and smooth streaming, I turned my attention back to The Hobbit AUJ.
Yesterday I cracked an obtained a copy of the movie (in that Arrrr Captain! way, if you catch my drift), all 2,5 GB of it and watched it for the first time since January.
Although the extended version is out on November 11th, I just couldn’t help myself and needed something to tide me over.
I was also thinking how ironic it is for an actor who is afraid of water to always have to be drenched/dipped/drowned while playing a part.
He’s definitely been thrown in at the deep end more than once, but he’s been good about diving right into a part and has made waves with all of the parts he’s committed to.
I was thinking of making things a tad better for poor Thorin who no doubt did not find a particular scene a barren of laughs, so a few ideas were floating through my mind and this is what I came up with:
Just look at our water baby, all snug, comfy and protected in full Thorin get up!
As I was settling in for a nice quite evening in front of the fire, undisturbed by Tooks, Brandybucks, Gamgees, Hartfoots and all the other nosey Hobbits coming around, eating my food, drinking my wine, trying to offload their daughters, the most extraordinary thing happened.
Would you believe that a whole company of dwarves came crashing through my door insisting to keep ME company!
The only company I needed for company tonight was a nice fried fish and a cup of nice tea to accompany it!
Let me tell you, dwarves are not at all what I had imagined.
Apparently that giant bearded stalker I mentioned a while back, lurking around mummy’s rose bushes making a racket, decided to invite all his chums to my house this evening.
I knew beardy was trouble the first time I laid eyes on him and I should have turned the sprinklers on to shoo him away.
Mummy always said never to trust anyone who couldn’t be bothered to put on a nice crisp shirt on in the morning.
Who knows what he keeps tucked away under that grey robe, which I presume started out white, but I shall have to count the family silver before he leaves.
And, although proper Hobbits don’t talk of such things, have you seen the size of his pipe?
Compensating much Gandalf? (if that’s even your real name, weirdo…).
Anyway, here I was protecting my home from the onslaught of this motley crew, defending the honour of my poor violated pantry, catching flying cutlery and mugs, and listening to them moaning about mountains, caves and the like.
Maybe they like geography? I like cheese and onion pie but you don’t hear me serenading it!
And what’s the point of a tune you can’t dance to?
And if “Gandalf” looks scruffy, this bunch is just the limit.
I’d heard dwarves like to fight, but they look like they’ve just come back from a scuff with a pack of rabid boar!
Clothes torn, blood dripping from festering wounds, patches of hair yanked out from their scalps.
I could have sworn I caught a glimpse of a bone or sinew.
You try eating your supper staring at an almost torn off ear hanging by just a thread.
Do I really need a sign that says: “Leave your axes by the door! Yes, even the one lodged in your head”?
Being the host that I am, I offered to bring bandages, especially that they were bleeding all over Aunt Rosie’s rug, but they all just laughed.
Dwarf sense of humour? I don’t get it…
“An Orc, a Troll and an Elf walk into a bar…”- now, that’s a joke!
Anyway, as the evening progressed I found myself slowly dozing off as there’s only so much a poor Hobbit can take.
The Wizard kept banging on about not getting any peace (I know how that feels…), not being able to rest (again, sounds familiar), until their home is reclaimed (so he does get how naughty he was inviting this lot round!).
He insisted I confirm I understand what he’s saying, and as I looked around at muddied boots trampling my rugs, all I could do was nod.
I appreciate the mea culpa gesture “wizard”, but I hope you know a spell that will clean up this awful mess.
Grey kept harping on, using the phrase “roaming the earth in unrest” but the only roaming I saw was to and fro my emptying pantry!
Quite frankly I’m not surprised this lot got locked out of their dwellings because the smell of these creatures is stifling.
I’ll be airing the place out for weeks to come.
There’ve been more pleasant aromas coming out of Old Mother Took’s kitchen, and that’s saying a lot!
I don’t know what passes for polite and stimulating conversation where this bunch is from, but burglary (excuse me, but you’ll find that’s illegal), dragons ( The Easter Bunny’s BFF) and maps (enough with the geography already!) just isn’t my cup of tea.
And another thing, these dwarves seem to be autograph collectors or something as they asked me to put my name on a piece of dodgy parchment.
I didn’t have the heart to tell them I’m no one famous, apart from my prize winning pumpkin patch, and my signature will hardly enrich their collection.
Maybe they needed a Hobbit one to round up the whole set?
It seemed to make them happy and shut them up, although that meant that they scoffed down more of my apple strudel.
I must have dozed off again because I could have sworn that when the fat one was gulping down a mug of wine, it all came trickling out from the apparent wound he had in his belly.
I hope he mopped that up.
I awoke to mummy’s tea pot with the pretty rose pattern flying across the dining room, just as Thorin mentioned heading out tomorrow.
Good riddance stinkies and make sure you take beardy with you!
I hope the first stop you make is at a stream for a good scrub, so you’ll stop inflicting your fly-drawing stench onto the world.
And if you’re going to pinch anything before you go, might I suggest taking a bar of soap.
This is perhaps how you do things in Dwarfville, but that’s not how we roll in the Shire!
Dear Diary, it has been a testing day, but it’ll all seem better in the morning.
Remind me to change the locks, get an electric fence, and dwarf/wizard repellent so we won’t ever have a repeat from today’s catastrophe.