#Belladona Baggins

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Double checking the timeline reminded me of some fun facts:

Bilbo, Age 18: Frodo's father (Drogo Baggins) is born.

Bilbo, Age 21: The Fell Winter. Loss of crops, "large white wolves" (could be wargs) invade the Shire.

Bilbo, Age 22: Region just south of Brandywine floods.

Bilbo, Age 26: Bilbo's paternal grandmother (Laura Baggins nee Grubb) dies at 102, his father (Bungo Baggins) becomes head of family at 70.

Bilbo, Age 30: Frodo's mother (Primula Baggins nee Brandybuck) is born.

Bilbo, Age 33: Officially considered an adult by Shire reckoning.

Bilbo, Age 36: Bilbo's father (Bungo Baggins) dies at 80. Presumably old age.

Bilbo, Age 44: Bilbo's mother (Belldonna Baggins nee Took) dies at 82. Presumably old age.

Bilbo, Age 50-52: The Dwarf Company meets at Bag End in Hobbiton (50/51), Quest ends (51), Bilbo gets home (52).

Bilbo, Age 78: Frodo is born and presumably lives in Hobbiton.

Bilbo, Age 90; Frodo, Age 12: Frodo's parents die (boating accident). Respectively 72 and 60.

Frodo is taken in by his maternal uncle's family (Rorimac Brandybuck) and lives in Brandy Hall in Buckland. Because his parents would often take him to visit his mother's family there, presumably just as much as they'd visit their Baggins side relatives in Hobbiton.

Bilbo, Age 99; Frodo, Age 21: Bilbo officially names Frodo his heir and brings him to Bag End. Note, it's implied he's had lots of visits and everything in between so its not just out of nowhere.

Bilbo, Age 111; Frodo, Age 33: Gandalf visits Bilbo regarding the Ring. The Birthday Party. Frodo is officially considered an adult in the Shire.

Bilbo, Age 112: Bilbo moves into Rivendell.

Bilbo, Age 128; Frodo, Age 50: Frodo gets visited by Gandalf regarding the Ring. Frodo leaves the Shire and reaches Rivendell. Fellowship is founded.

Bilbo, Age 129; Frodo, Age 51: Sauron is defeated. Later, Grima kills Saruman.

Bilbo, Age 131; Frodo, Age 53: Bilbo and Frodo sail off to Valinor.

Presumably Bilbo and Frodo live near/in Valinor for the rest of their days. Barring health issues, Frodo should live another 40 years.

So remember when Bilbo was stressing out over the dwarves using his mother's glorybox to scrape his traveling boots off on? Keep in mind a glory box is basically a big fancy chest that young women would/do (not sure if some places still do this) put items and goods in to help prepare the dowry and then transport it to the new home.

The fact that Hobbits apparently do dowries considering how they handle gift-giving is a little confusing to me. Bungo Baggins did make Bag End for his new wife, though, so maybe both sides do an equivalent to a dowry?

But even setting aside the fact that it was a keepsake and something he clearly cherished, dude was probably still grieving his parents and here comes this pack of random ass strangers just scraping stuff on it like it's that metal thing outside of some old houses I've seen around here. I forget the word for them. Those little metal plates screwed near to the front door on the pavement so that people can scrape off mud and in some cases dogshit/horseshit before entering someone's home.

Honestly I like those plates more than the welcome mats which are often either too thin to be of real use or too difficult to clean. The plate solves both issues.

Bilbo was essentially a teenager when everyone survived a horrible winter with food shortages and vicious attacks by wolves who either overhunted or ran out of prey in their original territory. And then he was a young adult when his parents died. Hobbits come of age at 33 and live to about 90-100. 110 is old af to them while the oldest known hobbit (before Bilbo) being at 130 as incredible. Give it up for Gerontius Took, everyone: Bilbo's maternal grampa!

Also considering Lobella Sacksville-Baggins is Bilbo's immediate cousin through his father's siblings, we have a massive reason for why Lobella being a salty ass isn't just a personality trait but more about family drama. Your bachelor cousin head of the family who has apparently zero interest in marrying or having kids of his own happily visits all his relatives and makes grand gifts to people as part of the local custom regarding birthday parties (Hobbits give gifts on their birthday rather than receiving them).

And then Bilbo adopts a distant cousin instead. 1st/2nd degree actually based on family but Bilbo's grandfather's brother's great-grandson doesn't roll off as easily, although Bilbo's maternal aunt's grandson does. Meanwhile Lobella is Bilbo's uncle's daughter-in-law making her son Lotho would've been his immediate successor by inheritance laws. Of course, Lobella is no saint and she was preemptively nasty and grabby with things not even hers but I'm gonna admit, if I cared about that I would definitely feel hurt.

[heart-select]

shire movie but its literally just belladona and bungo's love story (altho probably just belladona adventures really)

[midnightstar789]

Hobbit (TMK) WIP update 9/13/24

Hobbits are now shapeshifters.

Hobbit ages are now adjusted

Bilbo went from being the youngest (chronologicly coughKili+Filicough) to the second oldest after Gandalf

Thorin has been drugged

Backstory of how Bungo Baggins dies (and at what age) Unlocked

Backstory of how Belladona Baggins dies (and at what age) Unlocked

Added 3 new potential chapter names

Adjusted sizes of animals

Picture is from Google shearch for Smaug and Erebor

[greenhairedwerewolfstreasures]

178. Or, if you count Father Christmas and the Polar Bear, 180.

I really, really wanted to make it to 201, but, alas.

It's been too many years since I read the Silmarillion. And I have to admit, elvish names are kind of hard, especially if the characters never really drew me in that much. (I loved reading it, loved the atmosphere, the stories. Most of the characters though - not that interested in them especially.

Other than that:

It took me a shamefully long time to remember Gil-galad. I'm sorry, Mark Ferguson. All those long years at Ring*Con...

What I am proud of remembering are the characters from the smaller works. Chrysophylax, the dragon from Farmer Giles of Ham, especially.

And Fang, Farmer Maggot's dog. :D

Generally speaking, if I remembered a name, remembering how to spell it was easy in most cases.

I'll put the list of names under a read more, if anyone is interested in it.

Bilbo Baggins

Thorin Oakenshild

Thror

Thrain

Dwalin

Balin

Bifur

Bofur

Bombur

Oin

Gloin

Ori

Nori

Dori

Kili

Fili

Dis

Smaug

Azog

Bolg

Beorn

Roac

Gwaihir

William the troll

Tom the troll

Bert the troll

Thranduil

Bard the Bowman

Frodo Baggins

Lobelia Sackville-Baggins

Otho Sackville-Baggins

Lotho Sackville-Baggins

Peregrin Took

Belladona Took

Bungo Baggins

Meriadoc Brandybuck

Samwise Gamgee

Gaffer Gamgee

Rosie Cotton

Elanor Gamgee

Frodo Gamgee

Pippin Gamgee

Diamond Took (née Long Cleave)

Sandyman

Mr Proudfoot

Fatty Bolger

The Old Took

Bullroarer Took

Farmer Maggot

Fang (Farmer Maggot's Dog)

Gandalf

Saruman

Radagast

Gildor Inglorion

Tom Bombadil

Goldberry

Strider - Aragorn

Barliman Butterbur

Bill Ferny

Bill the pony

Glorfindel

Elrond

Elrohir

Elladan

Arwen Undomiel

Gilraen

Arathorn

Gollum/Sméagol

Déagol

Legolas

Boromir

Gimli

Lindir

Grima Wormtongue

Éowyn

Éomer

Shadowfax

Hasufel

Arod

Brego

Old Man Willow

Théoden

Thengel

Théodred

Hama

Haleth

Eorl

Helm Hammerhand

Erkenbrand

Mablung

Ghan-buri-Ghan

Erestor

Halbarad

Faramir

Denethor

Ioreth

Beregond

Galadriel

Celeborn

Haldir

Oropher

Rumil

Elendil

Isildur

Anarion

Durin I

Durin II

Durin III

Durin IV

Durin V

Durin VI

Aragorn I

Denethor I

Boromir I

Shelob

Grishnakh

Snaga

Shagrat

Ugluk

Huan

Lúthien Tinúviel

Beren

Barahir

Melian

Thingol

Mim

Grond

Ungolianth

Draugluin

Sauron

Melkor

Ulmo

Yavanna

Mandos

Orome

Elbereth / Varda

Niniel

Nienna

Feanor

Cirdan

Gil-galad

Elros

Tar-Minastir

Tar-Palantir

Ar-Pharazon

Aredhel

Eriol

Berúthiel

Miriel

Turin

Hurin

Huor

Tuor

Olwe

Finduilas

Finarfin

Finrod

Maedhros

Laurelin

Telperion

Fangorn

Quickbeam

Thuringwethil

Gothmog

Nimrodel

Amloth

Maglor

Mr Bliss

Smith of Wootton Major

Prentice

Nell (from Smith of Wootton Major)

Chrysophylax

Farmer Giles

Niggle

Firiel

Fastitocalon

Princess Mee

Roverandom

Father Christmas

The Polar Bear

Bonus internet points will be awarded to anyone who actually tries this exercise before voting.

Assume you need to get the spelling at least somewhat close, and if a character has multiple names, only one counts. Also, if a character doesn't have a canonical name, I'm sorry, but "that guy's wife" doesn't count.

For reference, if you can name the 9 members of the Fellowship, the eponymous Hobbit and his 13 dwarf buddies, 3 prominent women, and the guy who runs the Rivendell B&B, that's 27 characters right there. And you probably also know the name of a dragon.

For further reference, Tolkien Gateway has 637 (!!) pages dedicated to Third Age characters. (Don't click that link until you've voted, of course)

Edit: Your humble pollmaker gave this a try, and got as far as 73 before deciding she was too tired to keep trying to remember dwarf and Silm names. If you also want to share (and don't mind people being incredulous at your having forgot ____), pastebin allows you to paste text and share it for free. :)

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Of Hobbits and Overprotective Dwarrow

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by waitshitgobackpls

Bilbo is not a pushover. He is Bilbo Baggins of Bag End, head of the Baggins-family, and son of Belladona Took and Bungo Baggins. He is proud of his family name, and a respectable Gentle-hobbit! And he currently has thirteen dwarrow and a wizard in his smial... Maybe he can be a bit of a pushover at times. Also, why is The King Under the Mountain looking at him like that...?

Or

Gandalf decides to not be cryptid for once, and haves a proper conversation with Bilbo. Soon, our Hobbit finds himself on a daring adventure, and with thirteen overprotective dwarrow at his hands.

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Gandalf | Mithrandir

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Bofur, Bilbo Baggins & Dwalin, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir, Bilbo Baggins & Kíli, Bilbo Baggins & Fíli, Bilbo Baggins & Balin, Bilbo Baggins & Nori, Bilbo Baggins & Ori, Bilbo Baggins & Bifur, Bilbo Baggins & Dori, Bilbo Baggins & Óin, Bilbo Baggins & Glóin, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Bombur

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Protective Dwalin, Protective Thorin, Overprotective Dwarves, Gandalf Meddles, he be scheming, Poor Bilbo, Oblivious Bilbo, Smitten Thorin, but - Freeform, Emotionally Constipated Thorin, Bombur is a good cook, Dwarves in the Shire, and then not, Dwarven Ones | Soulmates, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits, also, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, bc I can't deal with that angst, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives, Kíli Lives, Óin's Bad Hearing

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[ao3feed-thehobbit]

Of Hobbits and Overprotective Dwarrow

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by waitshitgobackpls

Bilbo is not a pushover. He is Bilbo Baggins of Bag End, head of the Baggins-family, and son of Belladona Took and Bungo Baggins. He is proud of his family name, and a respectable Gentle-hobbit! And he currently has thirteen dwarrow and a wizard in his smial... Maybe he can be a bit of a pushover at times. Also, why is The King Under the Mountain looking at him like that...?

Or

Gandalf decides to not be cryptid for once, and haves a proper conversation with Bilbo. Soon, our Hobbit finds himself on a daring adventure, and with thirteen overprotective dwarrow at his hands.

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Gandalf | Mithrandir

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Bofur, Bilbo Baggins & Dwalin, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir, Bilbo Baggins & Kíli, Bilbo Baggins & Fíli, Bilbo Baggins & Balin, Bilbo Baggins & Nori, Bilbo Baggins & Ori, Bilbo Baggins & Bifur, Bilbo Baggins & Dori, Bilbo Baggins & Óin, Bilbo Baggins & Glóin, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Bombur

Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Protective Dwalin, Protective Thorin, Overprotective Dwarves, Gandalf Meddles, he be scheming, Poor Bilbo, Oblivious Bilbo, Smitten Thorin, but - Freeform, Emotionally Constipated Thorin, Bombur is a good cook, Dwarves in the Shire, and then not, Dwarven Ones | Soulmates, Fíli and Kíli Are Little Shits, also, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, bc I can't deal with that angst, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives, Kíli Lives, Óin's Bad Hearing

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[lidoshka]

An Unexpected Friendship by starspray

Story Summary:

After strange music is heard in the woods near Tuckborough, young Belladonna Took goes to investigate, and strikes up an unlikely friendship over tea and music with a lonely wandering elf minstrel.

This is part of the Tolkien Summer Reverse Bang Event for 2020 and boy! i can't believe it's finally here!

[mathelaw]

Ok ok I don't know if you're starting now taking requests but I would love to see Bilbo being crap at taking care of the garden Thorin gifted him in Erebor 👀

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[hello-robin-goodfellow]

FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASK: BILBO BAGGINS

TAGGED BY: @hmmm-what-am-i-doing​

@superkingofpriderock​ @mademoiselle-princesse​ @princesssarisa​ @amalthea9​

Favorite thing about them: His character arc, in wich Bilbo goes from being a homely and fearfull hobbit, reluctant to go in adventures, to become a more brave, curious and merry adventurer, as well as a historian, poet and storyteller.

Least favorite thing about them: Thank Heavens, his Sackvile-Bagginses relatives aren’t my relatives.

Three things i have in common with them:

-His fear of going outside.

-His love for food and homely comfort.

-His questioning of war and greed.

Three things i don’t have in common with them:

-Any will to go in adventures again.

-His talent to sneak in and burglary.

-All his money.

Favorite line:

“Dear me, no. We, Hobbits, are plain quiet folk. Adventures make one late for dinner”.  

“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve”.

“I regret to announce that – though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to spend among you – this is the END. I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE”!

“And now I think I am quite ready to go on another journey”.

brOTP: With Thorin, Bombur, Balin, Gandalf, Lord Elrond and Aragorn.

OTP: With my friend @amalthea9​ OC Silverlilly. Or no one.

nOTP: With Smaug.

Random Headcanon: This is less my headcanon and more of fans in general: I also believe that before him, his mother Belladona Took acompanied Gandalf to have adventures in distant lands. And before Belladona, her father, Gerontius “The Old” Took also was going on his own adventures as well.

Unpopular Opinion: Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit movies had some good elements in them, and Martin Freeman was a good casting for the role of Bilbo, giving a good performance... buuut i feel that the 1977 Rankin Bass animated TV movie and the 1968 BBC 8 were more cohesive adaptations, and i prefer their takes on Young Bilbo (Orson Bean and Paul Daneman), respectively.

Song i associate with them: 

The Greatest Adventure, by Mawry Laws:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dQ5c5SIYnc

The Road Goes Ever on And On, by Stephen Oliver:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fujDcsdFT8c

Bilbo’s Last Song, by Stephen Oliver:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xO4aaiftLuA

Favorite picture of them:

This illustration made by J.R.R. Tolkien portraying Young Bilbo smoking a pipe:

This painting made by dutch artist Cor Blok, representing Bilbo playing riddles with Gollum:

Rankin Bass’s Bilbo writing in his journal:

Paul Daneman and John Le Mesurier, the actors who voice acted Young Bilbo (BBC Radio 8 The Hobbit, 1968) and Old Bilbo (BBC Radio 8 The Lord of The Rings, 1981).

Ian Holm’s Bilbo from Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings, my first encarnation of the character:

[thorinthehottotty]

The Dark - Part 1

Summary: Having landed in Middle Earth, Addie and Silvia find it to be very nice after Bilbo takes them in. Neither have a desire to return to their world until the book begins to get things wrong.

Warnings: There is no gore yet, but there will be violence and a few trigger warnings. For this part, there is only language and minor violence.

A/N: I have rewritten this part so many times. I'm sorry if it's hard to follow. I promised myself this was the last rewrite. As always, let me know what you think, good bad or ugly, I love feedback! Special thanks to @daisy-picking-lady and @fizzyxcustard for letting me bounce ideas off them for this story. I have had this in my drafts since before I started posting on here.

The Shire was a peaceful town, overflowing with flowers and herbs. It was rolling grassy hills and sweet, quiet folk. Very much the place you'd love to retire in. The vegetables and fruit were delectable and Bilbo was adorably polite. Incredibly introverted, yes, but overall, he was kind. A good friend to Addie and myself.

Addie was a gentle soul. Soft spoken and sweet. Her being easy to get along with and eager to please settle right in beside Bilbo's politeness and my own stubborn streak. Together, the three of us spent our first few weeks in summer bliss.

He'd seen us arrive like fallen stars, shooting through the night sky by fire that didn't burn.

Neither of us remember how it happened, what events lead to us appearing in Middle Earth, but it didn't take too long to figure out where we were. We had both seen the movies, though we hadn't read the books.

To be fair, it was on my reading list.

Addie and I both found ourselves reluctant to leave the Shire and return home. Bilbo asked us about it once only for us to share reluctant looks between us both. She wasn't eager to return to her overbearing mother who was growing ever worse. I had no one waiting back home myself. It was a lonely existance.

So it started off not far from what we had remembered. We were blinded by the gentle charm of Bag End casting it's shadow over the rest of the world. A pretty painted picture to hide the black mold growing on the walls. First it was Gandalf.

One late morning as I knelt in the front garden, enjoying the warm moist earth in my hands as I weeded the garden, a man began to wander up the road. I thought nothing of it for a few moments, only the nagging that he was out of place. It was only when I realized that this was the first man I'd seen, rather than hobbit that I snapped my full attention to him. Bilbo continued to puff on his pipe as the man in tattered grey robes and a flopped pointed hat meandered nearby.

Addie stops pouring the tea she'd just made to stare. She turned her worried doe eyes toward me. Slowly, I lean back onto my knees, pulling the gloves from my hand, I stick them in my apron as I rise with a basket, moving toward where the old man stands by the gate, eyeing Addie in a way I definitely didn't like.

"Good morning," the man greeted with crooked teeth, yellowed from age and too much tea. His grey hair hung in dreadlocks around his face, his beard similarly tangled.

"Ah, good morning to you as well," Bilbo chirps politely, lifting a brow at my chilling expression. Suddenly, these clothes feel all too translucent with this man gazing me over. A traditional hobbit style, skirts past the knee, tight bodices and sleeves that rolled up to my elbow. I didn't normally wear delicate skirts, but the cotton was comfortable and I quite like the blue patterns.

Only now, the low neckline made me feel dirty as this man gave an appreciative eye over it. My hand tightened on a spade as I refrain from driving it into his chest.

"It's a fine morning, Bilbo Baggins. I'm afraid I do not know your companions."

"Oh, tell me that's not..." I groan, unable to finish my sentence to turn and gape at Addie who looked just as shellshocked.

"Gandalf the Grey?" She finishes.

"Is it my reputation, or has Bilbo spoken of me?" He asks, looking much to proud of himself. Addie and I exchange glances and shrugs a bit at me.

"Color me less than impressed," I reply, and Addie finishes pouring more tea. Bilbo looks startled by my callous and rude behavior. "The tales we've head of you are very different than what I see before me." The wizard raises his eyebrows at me.

"Silvia," Bilbo gapes, his pipe weed burning forgotten in his pipe as he nearly drops it. "Sir, you must forgive my guest, she must be in a foul mood today."

"Less foul if he stopped undressing me with his eyes," I snarl. The wizard looks more amused than insulted by me.

"Feisty she is. Where might you be from, my dear," he asks. I pause for a moment, debating telling him. Finally, I decided it wouldn't hurt.

"Not Middle Earth." He nods, not looking too surprised.

"So the rumors of twin comets touching down in the Shire are true. I assume the other beauty happens to be from your world as well?"

"Yes, sir," she replies softly. His smile turns dark at her meek reply and I step closer to him, my lip curling into a sneer. He lifts an eyebrow at me.

"Bilbo, you have two charming guests," he replies. "Perhaps they should come along on our adventure."

"Adventure!?" Bilbo balks in terror. "Oh, no, no, no. Certainly not." His shrieked response relaxes me.

"You are the son of Belladona Took, are you not?"

"There will be no adventures here. You have come to the wrong hobbit!" Gandalf lifts an eyebrow in surprise.

"You are exactly the gnome I had in mind for this event. It will be a perfect fit." Bilbo's eyes darken and he stands from his bench. Those usually light green eyes turn to a dark forest as he begins to put out his pipe.

"The correct nomenclature happens to be 'Hobbit'," he rumbles out with a curl of his lip.

Bilbo normally looked soft and cute with his brassy curls and button nose. I had seen his teeth before when he spoke. Blunt white ones that were charming and a bit crooked. Cute. I was not expecting sharp needles of pearly white to sink from his gums as he bared them. When Gandalf saw our startled expressions, he smiled and drew back a sleeve, exposing the obvious scar of a bite. "Venomous as well," he had grinned mischievously.

I actually gulped at the frightening sight, hair rising on my arms. "Then perhaps you shouldn't call him that," I respond. Bilbo twisted toward me, giving me a glance that I couldn't quite read but felt a bit appreciative.

"Perhaps he should save those teeth for another day, the boggart. You haven't even heard the adventure."

"No adventures!" Bilbo shouts and turns to stamp into the house with Addie. I wait a moment, watching them disappear before turning back to the glowering wizard.

"If you bring your dwarves here," I begin in a quiet warning. "They will be polite, do you understand?" I knew of the adventure he wanted. How could I not. Bilbo was needed on the quest and I knew he would be fine.

Gandalf arches a brow at me, surprised. "And how is it you know of my dwarves?"

"Do you understand?" I demand. "I will not have them being rude to Bilbo." Gandalf smirks and nods at me slowly. With that being said, I moved into the house where Bilbo locks the door behind him.

"The dwarves are coming, aren't they," Addie asks. Bilbo frowns deeply and glances up to see my answer, his teeth had returned to normal and he looked more frightened than angry.

"Bilbo, I believe it is time we spoke of what we know of this world." And to his armchair we went.

And then the dwarrow began to arrive. I don't know what I expected, but this was certainly not it. I expected short men to crowd merrily in the dining nook. This was not the reality I discovered as dwarf after dwarf entered. Most close to my height of five feet, eight inches, but a few of them towering above at nearly six feet. From afar you might think they were short, simply because they were wide.

They were all broad-shouldered with hard muscles. Tattooed and pierced. Each and everyone of them had more piercings than us. All of the older dwarrow had their septums pierced and it made me wonder what had inspired that. I could see a big dwarf with a mohawk had even his nipples pierced, you could see them through his tight, embroidered tunic.

I saw the way one of the young ones eyed Addie. His icy gaze followed her everywhere. She had certainly captured his attention. It made her nervous, I think. She never met his gaze, keeping it cast down at all times. She stuck close to me under his intense staring. His braided mustache twitched up on one side when I met his gaze, just as coolly.

Fíli, if I remember correctly. The crowned prince. He had a long nose and the fairest hair of any of them. It was braided down his back decoratively, like ropes of white gold. He had sharper eyes than I had imagined. Almost white-blue and incredibly eerie to stare into. It contrasted starkly against his warm toned skin.

He leans back on the bench, tattooed arms stretching out bare. Most of them showed off their muscles and tattoos with their sleeveless tunics it seemed.

Bilbo was frazzled the entire time as he was ignored and jostled about. I felt terribly and when his teeth came out, I stepped right out of the way. "Such a bugbear," I grumble under my breath.

When there was a knock at the door, and the house stills. Bilbo's still too busy chasing a fat dwarf for tomatoes to answer the door. I knew who stood on the otherside and try to imagine what he would look like. It's closer than I expect.

When I open the door, I'm greeted by a fierce looking warrior. His septum twitches in annoyance when I stare at him. White blue eyes rip me apart, a gorgeously masculine face stares me down and he steps up. Challenging me to turn him away. "Is this Bag End?" He demands, not amused by my curious examination of the king under the mountain. Truly a mountain himself, only marred by the thick scar dragged jaw to temple.

"Yes, it is," I hum, curiously glancing over the tanned skin they all had and the dark hair tickled with silver that draped over him like his cloak. The wind blew in from behind him, casting me with his earthy, salty scent and I suppress my shiver of delight.

When he tries to step pass me, I step with him. "May I come in?" He spits through clenched teeth. I tilt my chin up and then glance to the little hobbit who's needle teeth are sinking away.

"Oh, what's another. They've destroyed my pantry as is." The hobbit crosses his arm, looking a little too childlike for me to take him too seriously.

"Alright," I hum back to the king, trying not to squirm under his great glare. I step back, opening the door widely for him. He wanders in, sneering at me.

"Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find?" He snarls in a deep baritone as the dwarrow prepare a spot for him.

The old man, who was much shorter and more portly than expected, lifted a challenging eyebrow. "I was quite clear in my instruction, Thorin."

"I lost my way. Twice."

"Hardly my fault. Everyone else seemed to find it just fine." Gandalf leans my way, a dirty grin on his face. "Be a dear and get me some ale please." When he tries to swat my rear I snatch his wrist away. I lean down into his face, teeth barring.

"Try to touch me again, I'll carve off your fingers one at a time." The dwarrow begin to chuckle around the table. I throw his arm away from me and move from the room.

"Are you still grabbing that ale for me?"

I didn't dignify him with an answer, just gestured to the skiddish Addie. She darts with me into the living room. Happy to get out under the heavy stares.

"What are two human maids doing in the company of a hobbit?" The dwarf king demands as I coax my friend into Bilbo's favorite arm chair.

"Bilbo, do you want tea?" I call. "I'm going to make some."

"Chamomile, please," he replies as I move into the kitchen. I listen to Bilbo tell the story of us falling from the heavens. Of the white fire that brought us here from our world and explained how he took us in, proud to find us civil. (He began to babble nervously about how I was really very sweet, I just had a temper. I think Thorin was glaring him down with skepticism.)

When tea was done, I brought a cup out for our host wordlessly. And then it began. The talk of dragons and mountains and Erebor. I was there to scoop Bilbo up when he fainted. Something about meat hooks and burning to ash in dragonfire.

"Grab the cards," I hum. And while sipping our tea, we played silently, aware of the guests slowly trickling into the room like a leaky faucet. Fíli and Kíli were the first to arrive, looking like a pair of foxes leaning by the fire place.

Addie casts me a worried glance and I sigh, turning to glare at the smirking pair. "Can we help you?"

"Fallen stars, ey?" Fíli hums, eyeing Addie's submissive staring at me.

"Bilbo likes his stories," with that, I return, playing another card. Addie reaches forward and snatches them both as the both of them approach now, curious.

"What's this game?" Kíli with his big brown eyes and messy hair chirps, settling on the coffee table.

"It's called, 'war'. You both play a card, whoever has the higher card wins the round. You play until one person has the deck." I murmur and play the next card on the top of the stack.

"The hobbit mentioned something about you knowing dwarves were coming to Bag End. How did you know?" Addie passes me a look and jerks when Fíli brushes her hair back from her flushing cheeks.

"Please, don't touch me," she murmurs. He gives an amused smile.

"Why? Because I'm a dwarf?" He challenges.

"No, Prince Asshole. Because you're a stranger that been watching her all night! You keep those hands to yourself." I match his glare.

"How did you know I was a prince?" He demands. The commotion has the rest of the company peeking into the room curiously. Thorin in front of most of them

"You're a story where we are from. Only..." I glance over them, "not quite how it was written it would seem."

Thorin approaches, very eager to learn more of this. "What kind of story?"

"An adventure. With Bilbo as the main character." This has them all staring at us. "He decides to go with you lot on your trip to reclaim the lost city of Erebor, steal the arkenstone, kill a dragon and then return home." I answer bluntly.

"Does Bilbo kill the dragon?" Addie mutters.

"No, its the pirate looking guy, remember?" I reply, then frown. "Or maybe it's Orlando Bloom..."

"No, no, I think it's the pirate guy."

"You know of our quest? You have information about how it will go?"

Suddenly, I'm not liking the way those white-blue eyes bore into us. "I guess."

"Then you will join us with the hobbit."

"Someone has to stay to watch over Bag End," I try to argue, my gut sinking at the darkening of his eyes. Tell him 'no' was exactly the wrong answers.

"That wasn't a request, woman." He moved toward me with slow steps, oddly quiet. In the stillness of the room, however, the creaking floor alerted me with how wrong this all felt. Why did so many of them look amused? "I will give you one more opportunity to join us before you regret your circumstances."

"Please, are you trying to make your journey harder?" I scoff, attempting to call his bluff. A humorless smile stretches across his face, looking more like a grimace.

"You leave me no choice then."

My gasp is cut off when he snatches me up by my throat. My oxygen already being cut off, I feel the pressure building in my face.

I don't miss the startled cry Addie gives as she reaches for me. I'm drawn so close to Thorin I can smell his dinner and ale on his breath, ever so faint. "You will both serve under me as slaves until I release you." I press up onto my toes as I claw at his arms. "You are less than the dirt we walk on. You will do as you are told or there will be repercussions. Understood?"

Gritting my teeth, I thump my hand as hard as I can into his nose. He grunts, but there is no noise beyond that, not break like I was expecting. Fuck. Maybe they were made of actual stone. 

Thorin releases my neck with a shove and I cough as I tumble back onto the couch. The cards fly and Addie looks terrified, sinking back into the couch. "And what makes you think that you can?" I demand through my coughs.

"We can always burn down this house as an example." His eyes were cold and empty. "This is your last chance. Are we burning the house?" 

Clenching my jaw, I meet his eyes and shake my head.

If he burned down the house we'd have no where to stay, even if he wasn't claiming us as slaves. I reach for my throat, dragging my fingers over the tender flesh. It's only now that I think I should have lied and said we were already serving under Bilbo.

Thorin doesn't say anything after that, only glares away toward the fire. Addie snatches up my hand, not bothering with the cards left abused and abandoned. In a way completely unlike her, she spits a foreign curse at Thorin and drags me away toward our bedroom.

....

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[amalthea9]

LOTR FS Collab: A Proposal in Elrond’s Garden

This is a collab with a dear friend @cinefantastiquemitho who has written a beautiful piece for me! Since Sir Ian's passing, I have re-listened to the 1981 radio production of the Lord of the Rings in where Sir Ian Holm is Frodo Baggins. And I confess that I am using Cornflower to be paired with Ian's Frodo in this production/timeline because I'm crushing terribly upon him as Frodo aheh. So after sharing bits of ideas with them, @cinefantastiquemitho  wrote Frodo's proposal of marriage to Cornflower at Rivendell! This is the piece and it makes me blush and I love it so much!   I have done some edits to the piece, but the main plot is written by @cinefantastiquemitho I can't thank them enough for writing this for me!   

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After having seen and talked with his old uncle Bilbo, Frodo walked around the gardens of Elrond’s house, searching for his cousin Cornflower.

-Cornflower? 

He called. No answer.

-Cornflower? Cornflower, where are you?

Giving a sigh in frustration, Frodo was thinking of maybe giving up on his search. Until he heard a singing voice:

-Look at how he looks at her Will someone ever look at me that way Full of all the feelings and the soft Unspoken words that lovers say?

Frodo stood still for a second, asking himself:

-That voice... so sweet... could it be her?

The voice continued to sing:

-I thought that I knew every single Look and sweet expression on his face Yet this is one that I don't recognize Although I've sat and studied him for hours

He decided to follow the voice, and walked a bit more. Until he saw a lady in a pale green dress, on her knees in the grass. Her face was down, picking flowers of pansy, primula and belladona to fill a basket. It was she who was singing:

-But now I see how love completely occupies A pair of' eyes See the way' they gaze at her Like slaves they follow every where she goes

‘It doesn’t appear to be Cornflower’. 

Thought Frodo.

‘This dress is so different from the ones she wears. But that voice... I will wait behind this tree until she rises up from the grass’.

He got behind the tree, and waited.

-Do my eyes forget themselves And do I ever look at him And smile in such a way

‘Who is she talking about’?

Frodo asked in his head, paying attention to the verses she sang.

-That what I'm feeling shows? Sometimes I have the feeling Everybody knows And even though it's crazy Still I can't help wondering If I'll ever live to see the day When by some miracle of miracles He'll turn around And look at me that way!

When the lady rose from the ground, carrying the basket of flowers, Frodo smiled at the vision of her face.

-’Cornflower!’ he called out.

The lady looked with her bright blue eyes in the tree’s direction.

-Frodo! You are awake!

She threw the basket of flowers onto the grass, and ran in Frodo’s direction. They embraced each other, laughing, and Frodo spun Cornflower in the air.

He set his cousin back down on the soil, and caressed her face, saying:

-I almost didn’t recognize you with that dress.

-Oh, it’s an elven dress. Lord Elrond’s daughter, Arwen, gave it to me.

Frodo stepped back to admire the green dress she was using.

-It is beautiful on you.

Offering his arm, Frodo and Cornflower took a walk through the garden.

After some time of walking, they sat side by side on a bench under an oak tree.

-So... Rivendell. The elven land on Uncle Bilbo’s stories. Is it like what you imagined?

Frodo asked Cornflower. She pouted, shaking her head negatively and answered:

-No.

Frodo’s jaw almost dropped with surprise.

-It is better.

Cornflower finished, giving a big smile to Frodo. He continued:

-Better... in what sense?

-Because it's a real place. Where we and Uncle Bilbo are together.

-Oh, good Uncle Bilbo. Did you hear the song he composed with Aragorn?

-I even made a copy on paper to help me remember it, Frodo!

-Hahaha. Oh Cornflower, I think that’s why you are Bilbo’s favorite niece.

-Oh no, no, no, no, sir! It’s you who is his favorite. After all, you are the Baggins who looks the most like him.

-Well... You also have a bit of Bilbo in you, Cornflower.

While saying that, Frodo softly caressed Cornflower’s face. She got a bit nervous, and felt chills on her back. Her heart fluttered as she touched the warm hand with which Frodo caressed her cheek.

-You know... Yesterday, I saw Aragorn talking with Arwen. I didn’t hear what they said to each other. But I believe they were tender and loving words, by the way they looked at each other. 

Frodo focused his attention on that sentence as the lyrics of that song came back to him:

‘The way they looked at each other's eyes’.

-And then Uncle Bilbo came up beside me with his walking stick, and he asked a very funny thing.

-What did he say?

-He said this: ‘Why aren’t you married to Frodo, yet’?

Frodo’s eyes grew big with surprise, and he turned his face away and started to laugh. Cornflower noticed that it was a nervous laugh.

She came closer to Frodo’s side of the bench, and breathing in sharply to take courage, whispered on his ear:

-My answer was: ‘I just assumed that Frodo didn’t love me, Uncle’.

For a moment, Frodo just stood still. Then he breathed heavily himself, taking up his own courage. He turned to face Cornflower, and while stammering a bit, he began to speak:

-A... ac... actually, I... thought about asking for your hand... some months ago...

Now, it was Cornflower’s turn to freeze in place, with her jaw dropping in surprise. Taking her hands into his, Frodo continued:

-I took a special liking to you... around the time we were two naive twenty year olds. As we got older... I grew to love you. But I was afraid.

-Afraid?! Of what?!

-I feared that... if I asked for your hand, you would say ‘No’.

They both stood still for a second. Then, Cornflower smiled, and whispered:

-I would say ‘Yes’.

-You... would?!

-I still can say it. I love you too, Frodo. I have loved you since we were twenty years old.

Frodo’s face showed a mix of shock and joy.

-So... the song you were singing, while picking flowers... it was about me?

Cornflower nodded as she smiled.

-Oh, Cornflower! How foolish I was for not asking for your hand a long time ago!

-Then ask me now, you silly hobbit!

Said Cornflower, giggling.

Then, Frodo rose from the bench, going to one knee, still holding Cornflower’s hand. And then, after so many years, he finally asked:

- I shall pine as a hobbit does for his pipeweed for the day I shall call you, Cornflower Burrows Baggins. The love of my life. Will you be my wife, Cornflower?

In tears of happiness, Cornflower replied:

-Yes. Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!

Frodo rose from the grass and took Cornflower Into his arms, spinning her around by the waist while they both laughed happily.

During this moment, they kissed.

And the three cheering hobbits, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, jumped behind the bushes, clapping their hands and cheering:

-Hurray! Finally!

-Oh, so there you are, you scoundrels!

Exclaimed Frodo, laughing.

To which Merry responded:

-We are your friends, Frodo! Whether crying on a dangerous trip, or celebrating your engagement. Friends who don’t know how to laugh together, don’t know how to cry together!

Later that night, Frodo and Cornflower met Uncle Bilbo in his room.

-Bilbo... I asked for Cornflower’s hand in marriage. And she accepted. Now we ask for your blessing.

Bilbo made a serious face for a second, that terrified Frodo and Cornflower for a moment. But then, the old hobbit started to laugh, saying:

- Well it is about time! Of course you have my blessing, Frodo, my lad! I was going to chastise you if you did not propose to her while you were here!

[joaniebluetoes]

Thorin, Son of Thrain.

Balin, Son of Fundin

Bilbo Baggins, Son of Belladona Took and Bungo Baggins

[bywandandsword]

I normally wear just jeans and a tshirt but my ideal sense of fashion is basically

- Would Bilbo or Belladona Baggins wear it?

- Would Evelyn O’Connell wear it?

- Obviously Gay

- Would Tom Robinson circa 1976 wear it?

- Would Freddie Mercury wear it? 

- Does it include plaid and/or stompy boots?

- Fantasy LARP

[tweedfrog]

Top five dead characters you’d bring back to life? Across any media. Top five characters you’d want to get lunch with?

Dead characters id bring back to life: Elia and Rhaenys and Rhaella (obvs), Bilbo Baggins mother Belladona (who apparently gave him his 'strange adventuring streak' from the Took family), Prince Andrei's wife Lisa Bolkonskaya from War and Peace (Andrei if i ever met you it would be ON SIGHT), and Anne Elliots mother from Persuasion (she needs to get back to sort out the mess her husband and eldest daughter are making my god), BETH FROM LITTLE WOMEN

Top 5 characters id like to have lunch with: Gandalf, Anna Karenina, Andromache from the Illiad, Marilla from Anne of Green Gables, and Rebecca from Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier

[savethesilmarils-blog]

Belladona Took

[Note: I think I’ll be organizing my meta posts by topic; this way I can add on to them as I go through chapters/books and get more information]

I am so fascinated by everything said about her, which is...not a lot, but also surprisingly a lot for a character who’s never mentioned again. So, what do we know about the famous mother of Bilbo Baggins?

1. She is legitimately famous. That is the first adjective Tolkien uses to describe her. “the famous Belladonna Took” (The Hobbit, pg 2).

2. She has two sisters, and her father is the same Old Took who seems to be the patriarch of the Took clan. So she’s like Hobbit nobility, or something?

3. “Not that Belladonna Took ever had any adventures after she became Mrs. Bungo Baggins” (The Hobbit, pg 4). She definitely had adventures before getting married.

4. She was at least acquaintances with Gandalf, but honestly probably friends or adventure-partners or something. “To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son,” says Gandalf. Not ‘by Old Took’s grandson,’ not ‘by Bungo’s son.’ ‘...by Belladonna Took’s son.’ Belladonna had adventures, and was known to Gandalf. 2+2=4. My brain is exploding with images of a little hobbit girl skipping through fields to the sea with Gandalf trailing behind and it’s making me so happy. ^.^

5. This isn’t quite related, but Tolkien mentions that Bungo built the hobbit hole for Belladonna (with some of her money), so my brain is taking that and running with it, and conjuring images of Belladonna demanding a fancy house as some kind of compensation for marrying a boring Baggins or something. xD I’m also kind of curious how Bungo and Belladonna wound up together? Like it’s outright said that Bagginses are proper (and kinda boring), and Tooks go on adventures and are somewhat scandalous for it. 

So did Bungo pursue Belladonna, or the other way around? This is more headcanon, but I’m picturing this shy little hobbit wringing his handkerchief while knocking on the Tooks’ door xD I mean clearly he consented to go on a boating adventure with her later, so he’s not so adventure-adverse as a respectable hobbit should be...

Anyway, those are most if not all of my thoughts about Belladonna Took. Add her to the list of Middle Earth ladies to look up to!

-Emms

[ao3feed-tolkien]

I don't deserve this

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by NefelibataNerd

Thorin proposed... to him! To Bilbo Baggins, son of Bungo and Belladona Baggins He is middle age for goodness sakes! He is too old to have found the love of his life! He is no longer spry and engaging, most of the times he is grouchy and rude He is not worthy of a fairy tale story of a Dwarven King

Words: 1412, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg

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