#Bilbo Baggins Would Approve

[rivendell-poet]

*･༓˚✧❝𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Tauriel ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

GN!Reader | Wordcount : 4k (each individual around 230~ words) | Read on Ao3

TWS : Drinking, implied arranged marriage that doesn't happen & isn't between reader and Faramir (Faramir), nothing else

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ As one of the Dúnedain rangers who looked after the Shire, you had instantly gone to Frodo's side once Gandalf showed up. Although you didn't know the full details of the plan (they hadn't yet trusted you with the secrets of the ring) you agreed to escort them to Bree so they could meet with Gandalf there.

✧ Aragorn noticed you first when you entered The Prancing Pony, carefully herding the hobbits in and making sure that they didn't run off, or get into trouble.

✧ When you look around to try and spot Gandalf he begins to slip into the shadows out of habit, but stops himself and stays easily seen. Aragorn doesn’t know why he lets you see him, but the tension even slightly leaving your eyes seems to make it worth it. Even in the light, you both recognise each other as Dúnedain. 

✧ After Aragorn takes Frodo to a separate room, he barely has time to begin his greetings before you swing open the door with the other hobbits and a sword to his neck demanding you release him.

✧ Normally he’d be intimidated, perhaps on guard with you, but even with a sword to his neck the first feeling he gets is admiration - it’s rare to catch him off guard like you have.

✧ The two of you work well together, even though you're slightly suspicious of him, and when Frodo decides to place his trust in the ranger you give it to him as well.

✧ While setting up the fake hobbits together there's some debate over who will keep watch and eventually both of you stay up together (sitting in a comfortable silence).

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Even if Denethor hadn’t approved of Faramir going to Rivendell, he did allow you to accompany Boromir to the valley. (You had gone because Faramir asked you, saying your job - a ranger who often scouted Mordor - would be valuable, even if he didn’t know why).

✧ When you had finally arrived in Rivendell you didn’t immediately admire the scenery, instead focusing on finally being (truly) clean after over a hundred days of travel.

✧ Once you were happy with yourself you thought it only right to look at the beauty of Rivendell, wandering aimlessly.

✧ It was then, after taking the same turn for the third time, that an elf suddenly appeared with a pitying look and asked if you had ever been to Rivendell before.

✧ Legolas is delighted when you take him up on his offer to show you around (Mirkwood is not exactly the best place to roam) and takes great pleasure in showing you different places.

✧ At almost every turn he asks you which places you’d prefer to see, taking you on a rather haphazard tour (although he doesn’t seem phased by it).

✧ He doesn’t recognise your Gondorian accent at first, but once he does he’s eager to ask more about it and your opinions.

✧ Eventually, as the stars and moon begin to light your walk, you apologise and explain you must be up early in the morning for an important meeting.

✧ Realising you’ll also be at the Council of Elrond, Legolas wishes you a good night’s rest and that he will see you soon.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Gandalf, over the years, employed many people to subtly watch over the Shire - and you were one of them.

✧ Traditionally based in Bree, you had been honoured to be chosen by the grey wizard and kept a close eye on the Baggins family.

✧ Eventually, after being slightly careless the day before, Bilbo manages to find and confront you about your intentions (albeit aided by the one ring).

✧ After learning you're a friend of Gandalf, he quickly invites you in to talk about it over luncheon.

✧ Frodo is surprised when you suddenly appear with his uncle for food, but he accepts it.

✧ The two of you are quick to bond when you talk about your travels - even if most are only a few days away from the Shire.

✧ He's completely enamoured by you - and Bilbo eats quickly to excuse himself and let you two be alone.

✧ You reinforce his ideas of going on one of Bilbo’s grand adventures, and after luncheon is over Frodo asks you to stay so that you may talk some more.

✧ The two of you spend the rest of the day pouring over old maps as you tell him the facts you’ve learnt about those places from the wild, while he shares the facts that his beloved books tell him.

✧ When you realise the time you try to excuse yourself, but Bilbo insists you spend the night in a guest room.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Like most of the Shire, you were out in the summer festival - enjoying the field that had been cleared to make way for food, dancing, tents, hobbits sitting about, and more food.

✧ Predictably, your friends had dragged you into dancing, they wanted to as well but were too scared to go alone, and then had left you without partners you knew.

✧ The first few spins had been fun, but eventually you needed to take a break and actually enjoy what else the festival had to offer.

✧ As you stand close to the dancers, a hobbit with darker curly hair (the younger Baggins) comes up to.

✧ You ready yourself to say no to dancing, but instead he asks if you’ll dance with his friend.

✧ The words ‘no’ die in your mouth as you see the hobbit next to him, shy but looking on hopefully at the dancing before casting a glance to you.

✧ “Gladly.”

✧ To your pleasant surprise, he’s a decent dancer, and when you both run out of energy to go again Sam rushes to get you both food and seats.

✧ It’s a small gesture, in the scheme of things, but over the food he’s collected and the cheer in the air you can’t help thinking of just how sweet Samwise already is to you.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Being a hobbit from Bree meant you didn’t often travel to the Shire - it was a rather long distance after all - but it was always nice when you did.

✧ Like travelling to the harvest festival for when the crops started to become bountiful, and everything would be freshly picked and perfectly cooked. You could celebrate in Bree, but food based festivals are always better when done by hobbits.

✧ You’re stuck on what stall to eat from first, overwhelmed at all the options, when a young hobbit suddenly taps you on the shoulder and asks if you need help in choosing something.

✧ Deciding to trust the locals you say yes, and it’s rewarded by a large smile from the hobbit before Merry introduces himself then instantly begins to drag you to a further away stall - talking about all the different options, before trying to guess what flavour you’d like.

✧ He gets above five flavours in before stopping, and saying you should choose what you want - not what he thinks.

✧ When you decide, his eyes seem to light up even more as he tells you that’s his favourite too.

✧ The two of you spend the rest of the night together, and he eventually asks if you’re from Bree.

✧ You say yes but that you’re staying for a while, to which Merry immediately offers to show you around the Shire - offering a date for tomorrow.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ As one of Elrond’s advisors, you’re aware that something big is going to happen soon. Any elf in Rivendell can feel it, especially when you’re privy to whispers of information such as ‘Sauron’ and ‘the one ring’.

✧ What you aren’t expecting is for this ‘something’ to be in the form of hobbits, one brought by Arwen - and the other three to be brought by Aragorn.

✧ Knowing the Nazgul’s attack on them, you wait on the borders of Rivendell for Isildur’s heir and his company.

✧ When Pippin sees you, almost silhouetted by the falling sun, he believes for a second you might be an angel.

✧ Even when you move to where he can see you (and begin admonishing Aragorn in Elvish) he still can’t shake the feeling that someone like you is too good for him and the hobbits.

✧ He doesn’t realise he’s staring, or blushing, until you come in front of him and gently kneel to check his forehead, asking if he’s ok.

✧ It takes him a second to respond - which probably doesn’t give too much confidence - but you accept his answering, welcoming him to Rivendell.

✧ The place is beautiful, but when you leave them to inform Lord Elrond of their arrival he can’t help thinking the place is already not quite as good.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ It was at times like this, when you’d been called away from the crucial stronghold of Osgiliath because of ‘important meetings’, that you wished the rangers didn’t have to listen to Boromir, Captain of the White Tower, and could instead listen to his younger brother, your actual commander.

✧ This thought was probably shared among a lot of the rangers, but you were the only one brave enough to say it, which is why you were currently in what reminded you suspiciously of a school’s detention room.

✧ Apparently this was a good deterrent, seeing as only you were in here, holding a small slip of paper that says ‘Disrespectful to the Captain of the White Tower’.

✧ The door opens, finally, and you’re just about to express your thanks to them for actually showing up when you realise who it is.

✧ Boromir, Captain of the White Tower, stares back at you just as you realise you’re going to have to tell this man what you did.

✧ Trying to master the art of vanishing from Middle Earth, you can feel yourself blushing when you hand him your write-up slip.

✧ There’s a second of silence before a small laugh escapes him, and he looks at you more directly before asking what you said.

✧ You’re honest about it, and to your surprise he asks you for clarification and follow-ups, actually listening to your suggestions.

✧ In the end, it’s a bell chiming that snaps you out of your discussions and when the two of you get up to leave he opens the door with a smile, wishing you a good day.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ For the last three years, the Lord Steward had tried to find a betrothed for his eldest son, Boromir. For the last three years you had consistently refused to go. This year, however, your parents had finally put their foot down and made you attend the ceremony.

✧ It was a very small chance he’d choose you, and a (hopefully) even smaller chance the engagement would become anything.

✧ But on the chance it would, you decide to do what anyone would do, and get slightly drunk in a tavern to try and hook up with someone.

✧ With incredible wisdom, you had taken up a spot in a dark corner where literally no-one was approaching you.

✧ And then someone does.

✧ You’re shocked he hasn’t already found someone; not many people would turn down the man in front of you.

✧ In the tavern light his grey eyes seem to shine, his hair a gorgeous colour that reminds you of sweet caramel and looks incredibly soft.

✧ Moved, not entirely by the drink, you find yourself going over - saying a comment and trying to smile, laughing at his response.

✧ There’s a second of silence between the two of you and you realise how close you are.

✧ You close the gap, and the two of you are kissing - you’re going back against the wall and your hands reach out to pull him closer - then it stops.

✧ A muttered apology is all you get before he leaves.

✧ And in the morning you’re left with the vague memory of a kiss, a memory of a semi-familiar man, and a hangover.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ As Aragorn’s younger sibling, you’re no stranger to people fawning over your brother. That does not mean, however, it doesn’t amuse you and you don’t tease him incredibly.

✧ You watch Aragorn leave the stables, having just enough time to congratulate him on his new horse, and his new admirer, before said admirer appears.

✧ Although you tease your brother you’re still good to the people who fall for him, and you give a respectful nod to the girl - Éowyn.

✧ She smiles back at you, before her eyes flicker between you and your brother. It’s a tale as old as time, and you sit up slightly straighter.

✧ What you don't expect, however, is for her to compare you in terms of spirit - how both of you seem elven, and noble.

✧ Normally people make a shallower comparison, or just go to you to confirm facts, and it’s refreshing and nice to hear that instead.

✧ You confirm your relation to him, before focusing your attention back on her. That her nature seems noble as well, and that it seems like her uncles.

✧ When she glows at the compliment you smile, and the next few minutes of small talk are pleasant before you’re pulled away.

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ You first see Éomer while waiting for his sister to arrive, humming to yourself in the great wooden halls.

✧ To your credit you only jump a little when he appears out of no-where, and on his part he is most apologetic.

✧ From his perspective, he came because he heard the sound of your humming - better than the songs sung over festivals in this hall - and wishes to know from whom it came.

✧ He’s silent at first, scared to move in case he startles you too badly - and not wanting to be loud and disrupt the song.

✧ Hesitantly, he asks who you are - and if you are the friend his sister has spoken so highly of.

✧ When you confirm that is you, he says it’s an honour to meet you and he’s glad you’ve been such a good friend to his sister.

✧ There’s a pause again, and just when you’re about to speak Éowyn appears by your side and ready to go.

✧ As happy as you are to go with her, something in you is regretful you could not spend more time getting to know Éomer.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ In jail for assaulting a counsellor, especially as a guard of Laketown, is not exactly how you expected your Friday shift to go. Still, when you stare at the girl next to you (Sigrid) you can’t find it in yourself to feel bad about doing what you did.

✧ You had simply seen Alfrid towering over her, her being clearly uncomfortable - and you had pulled him off when things got physical. It was bad luck Sigrid had punched him at the same time, landing you both in jail.

✧ The girl seems more apologetic around you being here than her actions, to be honest, and she keeps reassuring you that her dad will come soon to sort things out.

✧ On Bard’s part, the news that his daughter is in jail for punching a counsellor is not what he wanted to hear but he goes out immediately. He’s about to head off when Sigrid tells him about you, and of course Bard realises he needs to get you out as well.

✧ When a drop-dead gorgeous man appears outside your cell, your mind begins to debate the merits of flirting your way out before he introduces himself as Sigrid’s father.

✧ Once you get out he thanks you profusely, as well as apologising for his daughter, but you wave him off with a smile.

✧ Bard can barely believe someone with this much honour still exists in this place, and makes a small note to thank whatever’s out there for having you look after his daughter.

✧ Eventually, you manage to convince him to stop thanking you and to let you go home - although when the man gives you one more piece of sincere praise you can’t find yourself annoyed.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ As you sit at a beautifully carved, uncomfortable desk you realise you’re not as nervous as you probably should be to meet the king.

✧ You’ve seen him before, of course, looking at him when all the elves of Mirkwood are out - or gossiping with the other single elves about what are decidedly fantasies. But you’ve never spoken.

✧ As a private tutor, in written work and fighting, you had jumped at the opportunity to mentor Prince Legolas.

✧ The door opens and you rise to your feet immediately, going into a deep bow.

✧ As Thranduil bids you to rise, you can feel his eyes sweeping over you and looking for any imperfections.

✧ Instead of cowering you meet his gaze, and you swear you see the ghost of a smile on his face before it becomes more serious.

✧ The interview, one of many, is surprisingly pleasant and you find it easy to talk to him.

✧ When you are made to leave, he watches you exit, thinking about saying something before thanking you for your performance and interest in the role.

✧ It’s a small gesture, but to be thanked by the king? It puts a bounce in your step for the rest of the day.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ As the tenth shot in as many minutes hits the target perfectly, you can’t help but wish to use your sword, and against something that isn’t a training dummy.

✧ Elves are known for being archers, and although you’re skilled with a bow it’s easier to stand out with exceptional sword-mastery than exceptional marksmanship.

✧ Then, a voice behind you asks if you want to spar together - an offer almost too good to be true.

✧ Turning around you vaguely recognise the elf in front of you, her hair is distinctive, and you ask if she too is trying to join the royal guard.

✧ Tauriel confirms it, and then the two of you get into position.

✧ There’s something incredibly satisfying about a good match-up and the two of you fight well together.

✧ You’re mostly evenly matched, and it takes a lot of effort to push on the offensive and get her closer to the wall.

✧ Eventually, she wins the first fight. But as you both stand there, catching your breath and smiling at each other, you bear no grudge.

✧ You only ask if she wants a re-match.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Anyone wanting to become a healer knows that the halls of the elves are the best places to go, if you wish to learn, so here you are. Three weeks travel deep into your route to Rivendell.

✧ Whilst riding you can’t help feeling something is off about the place - almost as if you’re being watched - but you chalk it up to elven magic.

✧ Then you see an elf, near the borders and picking some kind of flower. He has long, dark hair and you’re reminded just how ethereal the elves are compared to the race of men.

✧ And then all hell breaks loose.

✧ Just as you’re about to call out in greeting, a small band of orcs come out of the trees - you recognize the monster as what they are, instantly drawing your bow.

✧ Lindir sees the orcs approaching, quickly getting out his dagger while cursing his luck.

✧ As an orcish blade pierces him, blood instantly spilling from his side, he begins to wonder if this could be the end before an arrow suddenly goes though the orcs head.

✧ There’s barely time to react as a horse with a rider gallops past him, holding their hand out and pulling him up before wheeling back around to finish off the last orc.

✧ You barely have time to celebrate your victory when you feel the elf beside you slump into unconsciousness, clearly from the bloodloss.

✧ You wish you could say you entered Rivendell in a better way, rather than with a highly wounded elf at your side, but enter Rivendell like that you do.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Haldir had been alerted of people in the woods of Lothlórien by the Lady as soon as they had arrived, and had found them quickly.

✧ He was rather disappointed in how easily his troops went undetected, not even by Isildur’s heir or the elves from a distance.

✧ You had been uneasy as soon as you walked into the woods, convinced something was watching you. As an elf you of course knew of Galadriel’s powers, but whatever you could sense was more imminent.

✧ Then, with the quietest of sounds, you hear bows being drawn and arrows knocked into place.

✧ On instinct you draw your bow at the same time as your prince does, except you're quick enough to fire the arrow.

✧ The second the arrow leaves your bow you recognise the elves, and instantly you attempt to bat the arrow down again - wincing as you knock it just enough off target to miss the lead elf.

✧ As Haldir feels the arrow whistle past him, his first thought is that of admiration - the intensity in your eyes to protect this band of people.

✧ Opening your mouth to apologise, he holds a hand to stop you and congratulate you on your shot before turning to the more serious matters of the Fellowship.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ As one of only a handful of elves still in their first century, it’s no wonder that you were eventually introduced to the Sons of Elrond.

✧ It had been in one of Rivendell’s great libraries, and although both looked interested to meet you there was one you were more interested in meeting.

✧ Elrohir had been the one to make introductions first, declaring their names before politely asking yours.

✧ Elladan on the other hand hung back slightly. You were beautiful, a full elf, and something about that made him slightly intimidated.

✧ It wasn’t until you had all sat down and you were looking around the library he realised just how compatible you were.

✧ “What books would you recommend?”

✧ The question is simple, but Elladan immediately latches onto it and begins to ask questions - what genre are you looking for, would you like something sad? Would you like a story or a historical account - and if so from which time period?

✧ He speaks fast enough that his elvish begins to flow together, but you keep up with him just as well.

✧ In almost no time the two of you are off the chairs, and he eagerly leads you to the section you're looking for.

✧ Your eyes widen as you gaze upon the piles of stacked books, neatly organised and in shelves.

✧ From the sidelines Elladan watches eagerly, and for the first time since his brother he feels he has finally found a kindred spirit.

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ When Elrohir rides into the Battle of Pelennor Fields with the army of the dead he can practically feel the relief of the soldiers, and wonders if there are many greater feelings in life that this.

✧ Almost two hours later, as the fighting dies down and he begins to look for the wounded he decides there probably aren’t.

✧ He doesn’t realise someone is calling, or at least calling specifically him, until the person yells for the ‘half-elf with the horse’

✧ Elrohir has no idea who the person is, but the fact they don’t refer to him as an elf already makes him love them.

✧ Going over, he sees you crouching beside a clearly wounded soldier - one of their legs incredibly damaged.

✧ Looking up you ask if he can transport them to the Houses of Healing, as not to aggrevate the wound further.

✧ He instantly agrees before hesitantly asking where they are.

✧ Upon seeing the slight despair in your eyes, he holds out the reins of his horse to you.

✧ “Fly swift with him. I’ll keep searching for wounded and sending more up. Return him to me when he’s no longer needed.”

✧ You can hardly believe your luck - but it isn’t for you to question, instead thanking him on behalf of Gondor before going as quickly as you can to the Houses.

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Why is cottagecore still seen as overwhelmingly feminine. Bilbo Baggins would not approve of this.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

for the prompts, if you're still needing them. these are.. a LOT.. because I love your writing and consume everything you ever put out... and I would love if you chose any or all of these... 72, 75, 66, 64, 62, 47, 33, 25 🥺

Anon, I have wanted to do all of these so bad! But I couldn't quite get there. 😅 So here was my top three:

#25: A king's ransom is used against Thorin...only it's Bilbo who is revealed.

Most Valuable Treasure in Erebor

Rating: T

Warning(s): Canon-Typical Violence

Snippet:

“You have to leave, Bilbo Baggins. Now.”

“What?! Gandalf, no! I can’t. I’m one of the Company.”

Gandalf turned to face the hobbit, his blue eyes wide and nervous. Never a good sign on a wizard.

“I don’t think you’ve realized quite what you’ve done.” The wizard urged. “Thorin won’t be forgiving on this slight, I can promise you that.”

Bilbo shifted from foot to foot, wondering if Gandalf somehow knew what Thorin thought of his gift. He decided to play dumb. “Well, I imagine he’ll be disappointed I gave his present away. But he’ll use my share of the treasure to get it back. You’ll see.” 

“Bilbo, the King Under the Mountain’s weak spot has been successfully identified, but it wasn’t a shiny piece of metal like you seem to think.”

Bilbo blinked and blinked again. “ME?” He finally asked incredulously.

Gandalf rolled his eyes before grabbing Bilbo’s arm to lead him away as if still anticipating enemies. “A bachelor you may claim to be, but I never took you as obtuse to courting customs.”

Bilbo’s cheeks felt like they had caught fire as he stumbled over his own feet. He certainly wasn’t, but he also didn’t expect it to be that obvious. Did Thranduil know? Living as close to dwarves for as long as he had, did he know what value Thorin had put on the mithril?

#66: The mountain is rather big, and Bilbo gets lost...a lot.

The Love of Mahal's Children- Chapter 2

Rating: T

Warning(s): None

Snippet:

Ushmik was wise enough not to answer, but he did turn his accusing glare onto Thorin. The King sighed, especially when his Consort raised an eyebrow at him as well. 

“He will get lost. He always does.” Ushmik implored.

“Let’s not forget who broke you and twelve other dwarves out of the Woodland Realm. I will be fine, Thorin.” Bilbo argued.

Thorin was beyond exasperated. He knew this is how anyone who had to deal with him and Dis for extended periods of time probably felt, but his empathy was buried deeper below his annoyance with every moment.

“Ushmik, Bilbo has lived here for two years at this point. He can surely find his way to the opening of a tea shop without that much hassle.” 

The older dwarf let that settle for a moment before nodding.

“Fine. I will do it. I’m not that sick anyways.”

Thorin sighed as Bilbo all but wrestled the dwarf back into bed.

“Please Ushmik, take the day off. I don’t want to have to order you as your king.” Thorin remarked wryly.

Bilbo, trying a different tactic, moved to take Ushmik’s hand. “Akhrâmadad, you know that I love our time together traversing Erebor very much. But I want nothing more than for you to get well.”

“It’s just a little cold.” The dwarf mumbled petulantly.

“Even still.” Bilbo smiled. “Please, let me prove to you that I can do this. It will not make me need you any less.”

#72: It's been weeks since Bilbo and Thorin have been able to be intimate.

Every Wedding Has a Few Disasters- Chapter 2

Rating: E

Warning(s): Smut

Snippet:

“Now to us dwarrows, we usually give a simple toast at this time and let the party get under way.”

There were many stomps and shouts of approval at that, and Bofur waited for it to quiet down before continuing.

“However, to our newly crowned Consort and his lovely family here with us, I’m told their traditions require me to make this speech a little more personal and well…you know me, lads. I’m never one to turn down a chance for storytelling.”

Bilbo had to hide a laugh at his cousins’ horrified expressions when Bofur was pelted with rolls and pork. To think, he’s at the point where this is normal behavior. 

“So this little story comes from a few weeks ago when wedding planning and their combined duties left them next to no time for…other aspects of their relationship.”

“Oh Mahal.” Thorin grumbled, his face turning ashen.

Bilbo pat his hand apologetically while trying to hide his smirk. Bofur had given him a heads up earlier that day. He supposed he forgot to pass on the message to his new husband. The miner’s eyes twinkled brightly seeing Thorin squirm as a grin split his face.

“Trust me. This is a good one.”

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The King and The Hobbit

I've ventured into a new fandom with a short piece that imagined Thorin survived The Battle of the Five Armies.

The King and the Hobbit (3928 words) by downstar Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-Canon, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, First Time, POV Bilbo Baggins, Dwarves in the Shire, The Shire (Tolkien), Bag End (Tolkien), Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Friends to Lovers, Post-Hobbit, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Non-Graphic Smut, Bottom Bilbo Baggins, Top Thorin Oakenshield, My First Work in This Fandom, bagginshield Summary: Several months after The Battle of the Five Armies, the dwarves travel to the Shire to celebrate Bilbo's birthday. One dwarf in particular arrives ahead of his company to reconnect with Bilbo. --- I recently did a marathon rewatch of LoTR and The Hobbit movies. I hadn't realized on first viewing how close to being canonical Thorin and Bilbo's love came. Thought I'd try my hand at this fandom and do a little Thorin lives piece. It was great fun to try out a new world and new voices. With apologies if I made any canon errors! I am a pretty casual Tolkien fan.

EXCERPT:

It was two days before the 53rd birthday of Bilbo Baggins, and the dwarves of Erebor were on their way. 

As much as the Hobbits of the Shire did not approve of Bilbo’s wandering ways, his contributions during The Battle of the Five Armies and the retaking of Erebor from the dragon Smaug were already passing into the realm of legend. So, plans had been underway for weeks to celebrate his birthday with a lavish party.  

Reservations about his improper adventuring aside, what hobbit doesn’t love an excuse to throw a feast? 

Bilbo accepted the honour reluctantly, and only on the condition that the dwarves with whom he’d shared the quest would be invited. That nearly derailed the whole thing then and there, but after a bit of squabbling and peacemaking, the council agreed to the conditions. 

Bilbo had spent the last week bustling around Bag End, preparing for his visitors whose presence he felt was far more significant than his own turning of the year. It was no trivial matter to travel from Erebor to the Shire, even though the journey could be made in relative peace and safety - unlike their original quest. So he was aware of what a great honour it was for his friends to make the journey.

At the best of times, Bilbo could be full of nervous energy. It had been hard enough to keep up his facade as an ordinary, respectable Hobbit when he hadn’t gone off on an adventure. But now that the residents of the Shire knew that his respectability had been a facade, they looked at him even more askance. That, in turn, had made him even more self-aware, especially as it felt like the entire Shire was attending his birthday party. There was admiration and awe in the way the Shirefolk looked at him, as well. Just because a Hobbit didn’t want to go off fighting dragons themselves didn’t mean they didn’t admire his courage. 

Admiration felt almost more awkward than disapproval to Bilbo. But he’d slowly been learning to lean into the attention. Still, he felt very relieved and excited that his dwarven friends would be attending as well. And one friend in particular. 

Bilbo was just finishing stowing away the most valuable pieces of silver and sentimental knickknacks when there was a knock on his door.

As Hobbits tended to be very well-mannered about not dropping by unannounced so late, Bilbo convinced himself he’d imagined the knock and went right back to his tidying up.

The knock came again, this time harder and unmistakable. 

Bilbo crept cautiously from the kitchen toward the entryway, peering around the corner and doing a little halt-step. The movement of a shadow outside the window convinced him there was indeed someone out there. He twitched his nose, flickered his fingers, then cautiously stepped forward to pull open the door.

The figure was broad-shouldered and heavily cloaked, and no hobbit. 

A moment of fear spiked down Bilbo’s spine. His adventure had shown him the wide word, but it had also made him much more aware of the mortal danger that most hobbits had the good fortune to never see. He started to reach for Sting, which hung just behind an old coat he kept by the door. 

“You look upon me as an enemy, Bilbo Baggins. Surely these few months haven’t changed things between us so much.” 

Bilbo immediately stopped reaching for his sword. The spike of fear turned to joy. “Thorin?!” 

The bulky figure passed into the light of Bilbo’s entryway, revealing the most welcome face of the King Under the Mountain. Thorin smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “You sound surprised. Did you not invite us? Shall I go?” He motioned behind him.

Bilbo stood there staring at Thorin. They hadn’t seen each other in many, many months. When he’d left Erebor, Thorin was still under the care of Tauriel, whose Elven healing had saved him a mere breath from death’s door. Even then, his recovery had been long and slow, and Bilbo wasn’t certain that the King of Erebor would have the strength to make the journey to the Shire.

But now, here he was, standing right in front of him. Bilbo stared at him, and as he did, familiar, confusing feelings bubbled to the surface. He was somehow more handsome and noble than even his memory. He looked hale and healthy, though one hand held a silver-topped cane.

“Well?” asked Thorin with a roll of amused thunder in his tone. “Can I come in? I won’t do you the dishonour of pushing my way in uninvited as my kin and I once did.”  

“Oh yes! Yes of course. You are most welcome. Most welcome, indeed. Come, come,” Bilbo reached out to catch Thorin’s arm and pull him inside. He looked past him and stepped out onto the porch. He’d expected a gaggle of dwarves to be in Thorin’s company, but the lane was quiet save for the singing of cicadas.  “You’re alone?” 

“I left my company behind in Bree, where they will stay for the night. They will make their way here tomorrow. But I wanted to come ahead, to see you before the madness of the celebration to come.” 

Bilbo closed the rounded door and found himself staring at Thorin again. He wore a travelling cloak, but as the weather was still mild, it was not rimmed in fur. Even without that added bulk, the broad set of his shoulders was apparent. 

Bilbo reached for the cloak, and Thorin shrugged it off into his hands. He staggered under the weight of it. “Please, come in. Have a seat. I’ll make us some tea. Are you hungry?” He bustled off and gently set the heavy cloak on an armchair, then made his way back to the kitchen. He rocked on his feet, his whole body humming with unexpected excitement and a touch of nerves. 

Thorin rested his cane against the wall. He stood a bit askance and it was clear he was favouring the side where the orc blade had cut him clean through and nearly taken his life. “I wish nothing of you but your company, Bilbo. But…” he grinned softly, “...a cup of tea would not go amiss.”

“Right! I’ll get right on that. I’ve got some lovely cakes as well. The food is quite horrible in Bree. You’re probably dying for a bit of proper food after so long on the road. I’ll…”

Bilbo’s bustling was stopped in its tracks when Thorin caught his arm.

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Rereading The Fellowship of the Ring for the First Time in Fifteen Years

The more of this book I read, the less reasonable it seems to call this a reread. I definitely internalized almost nothing of this book the first time around. This time around though, we have fun things like Gandalf army crawling around Rivendell to troll Pippin, Boromir being the single person of the big folk to actually be practically concerned about the hobbits in the wild, and a personified and deeply pissed off mountain. So let's talk chapter three, "The Ring Goes South."

Literally the majority of the time we spend with the hobbits in Rivendell is in meetings. We JUST got out of the council meeting--which was a hell of an infodump chapter and frankly my head is STILL spinning over it--and now the hobbits are in Bilbo's room having their own little meeting. This is also kind of where I'm really starting to see the big folk totally disregard Merry and Frodo's relationship and lump Merry in with Pippin, because it's not even a QUESTION at first that Merry and Pippin will go along with Frodo and Sam. Which like...again...MERRY IS SOLIDLY 95% OF THE REASON THEY MADE IT OUT OF THE SHIRE AND TO BREE SAFELY. GIVE THE HOBBIT THE DAMN CREDIT HE DESERVES!!!

I can't say I'm not enjoying the Gandalf trolling Pippin dynamic, but it's wildly unfair to lump Merry into that, and frankly I cannot wait until our hobbit gets to Rohan and gets his own little adventure, because he deserves it.

In the meantime, however, all points to Sam for gently calling out that they'll "just wait long enough for winter to come" before leaving Rivendell to start their quest. I grew up in Alaska, and I am EXTREMELY with Sam on this one. A bigass quest in the winter is doable, if you're prepared and know how not to die of stupid or exposure or cold, but it is going to SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I also deeply approve of Bilbo pinning the blame for THAT precisely where it belongs:

"That can't be helped," said Bilbo. "It's your fault partly, Frodo my lad: insisting on waiting for my birthday. A funny way of honoring it, I can't help thinking. Not the day I would have chosen for letting the S.-B.s into Bag End. But there it is: you can't wait now till spring; and you can't go till the reports come back."

The SHAAAAAAAAAAAAADE on Frodo giving Lobelia Sackville-Baggins Bag End on Bilbo's birthday there is amazing, and honestly this is an excellent point. That said though, it's also just a biiiiiiiiiiit harsh on Bilbo's part to blame Frodo for making a plan without full information. We do the best we can with the information we have at any given point, and I rather think that given his druthers--a a lack of Black Riders on the road--Frodo might have spent longer in Crickhollow and Bree, which could have meant that they would have been off on this trip in the spring. That would also have been entirely too late to do anything useful, but there you go.

We do just casually spend two months in Rivendell though, so it's literally the end of December before they get word that eight of the nine Black Riders were successfully de-horsed and de-cloaked by the rushing waters at the ford, which clears the party to officially form up and leave Rivendell.

I am not gonna lie, having largely grown up on the movies, I find it absofuckingloutely hilarious that Peter Jackson just kind of went, "Let's do 'I am Spartacus' during the council of Elrond to put the party together" and Elrond is basically like, "Nine companions...Cool beans!" And I have now discovered that the actual way this went down was a lot more "I am Elf Daddy, Hear Me Roar":

"And I will choose you companions to go with you, as far as they will or fortune allows. The number must be few, since your hope is speed and secrecy. [...] The Company of the Ring shall be Nine; and the Nine Walkers shall be set against the Nine Riders that are evil."

Ok, cool; they're an explicit parallel to the Black Riders. And thank you Tolkien for trying to subvert the dreaded movie title mention, even if Peter Jackson didn't take the hint and got cute with it (affectionately). I will say though, Elrond might have...ASKED FRODO if there was anyone in particular he wanted with him while he walked to hell. Like, this should have been a conversation, not a declaration. I grant, Frodo wouldn't have known all of what he'd need, but damn Elrond, way to not even bother to ASK.

Which is also why I am grateful Gandalf pipes up when Pippin insists that he and Merry are going. Because not only does Gandalf make up for the trolling a bit here, he also is willing to respect hobbits' desires more than LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE UP TO THIS POINT. Here's how this bit goes down:

"We don't want to be left behind. We want to go with Frodo." "That is because you do not understand and cannot imagine what lies ahead," said Elrond. "Neither does Frodo," said Gandalf, unexpectedly supporting Pippin. "Nor do any of us see clearly. It is true that if these hobbits understood the danger, they would not dare to go. But they would still wish to, or wish that they dared, and be shamed and unhappy. I think, Elrond. that in this matter it would be well to trust rather to their friendship than to great wisdom."

THEY ARE NOT CHILDREN JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE SHORT, ELROND. Frodo is like fully in his hobbit 30s, and everyone else is a legal hobbit adult. They get to make their own choices, even if your ass doesn't like them. And THANK YOU GANDALF for supporting hobbit agency at this time. Honest to christ, it's like big folk see small folk and go "child" and as a short woman (five foot one on a good day) this is deeply irritating to me. Height isn't some indicator of adulthood and intelligence. It's an indicator of HEIGHT.

And sure, even if the hobbits have no fucking clue what they're in for, that's not like...wildly unusual for newly adulted adults. We make all sorts of decisions in our early twenties (or have them made for us *glares in military drafts and student loans*) that we absolutely would not have made given more life experience. Like...welcome to adulthood, sit the fuck down Elrond.

Which he eventually does, we sort out the company roster, and everyone fucks off to go get kitted up.

Anduril just gets casually reforged so Aragorn can have a sword that is actually USEFUL on this leg of the trip. My favorite thing though? Absolutely has to be Bilbo's CASUAL DISREGARD FOR RIVENDELL'S ARCHITECURE:

"Here is your sword," he said. "But it was broken, you know. I took it to keep it safe but I've forgotten to ask if the smiths could mend it. No time now. So I thought, perhaps, you would care to have this, don't you know?" He took from the box a small sword in an old shabby leather scabbard. Then he drew it, and its polished and well-tended blade glittered suddenly, cold and bright. "This is Sting," he said, and thrust it with little effort deep into a wooden beam.

The absolute HELL I would have caught from literally everyone if I ever casually plunged a sword into someone else's house doesn't even bear thinking about. I also appreciate the casual hobbity disregard for Frodo's own sword. Like, it was broken, and Bilbo just...forgot to get it fixed? Part of me is like, "Well, he IS a hobbit," and the rest of me is like "THE FUCK YOU FORGOT, SIR. THIS IS A PLOY TO SET YOUR NEPHEW AND HEIR OFF WITH A SWORD YOU TRUST." Which is deeply relatable and honestly super adorably parental, especially since it is ABSOLUTELY Bilbo's fault that Frodo ended up in this position. (Yeah that might be harsh and it might ignore the Ring's own agency, but I stand by "magic rings shouldn't be passed down to unsuspecting nephews" thing.)

I do appreciate that Frodo gets Sting though, because that sword served Bilbo well in The Hobbit, and even I can appreciate the value of the inheritance that Sting brings to the quest in general and Bilbo in particular. Same with the Mithril shirt--although the word Mithril is not used in this chapter!!! Bilbo refers to it as dwarf-mail, and I would need to go back and look at The Hobbit to see if he knows it's Mithril there and I cannot currently be bothered.

What is really adorable is that Frodo takes one look at this thing--and its matching pearl and crystal belt--and goes "I should look - well, I don't think I should look right in it." And Bilbo AGREES!!! But it's darling, really, because he does the hobbitiest thing imaginable to get the protective gear on the nephew:

"Just what I said myself," said Bilbo. "But never mind about looks. You can wear it under your outer clothes. Come on! You must share this secret with me. Don't tell anybody else! But I should feel happier if I knew you were wearing it. I have a fancy it would turn even the knives of the Black Riders," he ended in a low voice.

The masterful parenting skills on display here. First, we validate the kid's feelings that yeah, it looks pretty stupid. But hey, nobody has to see, and it can be our cool little secret! And it would make me, your beloved, frail, old Uncle Bilbo feel better if you did. Do you WANT to get stabbed again? Because not wearing this is how you get stabbed again. This is literally just Bilbo running through the parenting manual at warp speed, and I kind of love it. Because ultimately, the Mithril goes on, and it will end up saving Frodo's ass.

Although admittedly it's not going to do much on Caradhras.

It then takes three and a half pages to get everyone out the goddamn gate, but a third of the way into this chapter, we do FINALLY get the fellowship setting forth. Before they can get out the door though, Elrond spends a weird amount of time going "EVERYONE IS A VOLUNTEER. THEY CAN LEAVE WHENEVER THEY WANT." It has very "Covering my ass to not get sued" vibes, and frankly while I appreciate the clarity--and yes, I get it, the choice to stay together is what makes the bonds strong more than some oath--CAN WE PLEASE GET THE HELL ON THE ROAD ALREADY???

It is getting toward January, so walking to the mountains is cold and windy and miserable but probably also deeply boring, so Tolkien kind of glosses over that until we get to the Misty Mountains and we get like fifteen names for each peak that I'm not spending time on because I don't care. The important thing is that we have to go up the Redhorn Gate on Caradhras and head for the Dimrill Dale, where we will descend the Dimrill Stair toward the Mirrormere and River Silverlode. Got it.

It does not take long for Aragorn to get anxious because the patterns of the land are disrupted, and I love that as per usual, when something important happens, it's Sam who is there. When the crebain pull their little flyover, it's Sam whose watch Aragorn shares, SAM who actually first sees the dark patch that heralds the spy birds, and Sam whose eyes we see them through. Sam is the keeper of knowledge for our hobbits, and I adore that this pattern is still standing strong, even if it means that these people can't stay secret or hidden for longer than a few days if their damn lives depend on it. Literally at no point have the forces of Mordor not known that the ring is moving, and they've generally had a rough sense of where it is too. Even Gandalf is over here going, "and I have no freaking clue how we're getting over the Redhorn Gate unseen, but we will burn that bridge when we get to it."

Unfortunately, by the time they actually do get to Caradhras, weather seems to be moving in, and Wizard Daddy and King of Gondor Daddy are fighting about the route and refusing to ask for directions:

"Winter deepens behind us, [...] the weather may prove a more deadly enemy than any. What do you think of your course now, Aragorn?" [...] "I think no good of our course from beginning to end, as you well know, Gandalf," answered Aragorn. [...] "But there is another way, and not by the pass of Caradhras: the dark and secret way that we have spoken of." "But let us not speak of it again! Not yet." [...] "We must decide before we go further," answered Gandalf.

But ultimately, they opt to go over the mountain, with Boromir super wisely piping up as the expert on traveling in deadly winter that hey, MAYBE THEY SHOULD BRING SOME FIREWOOD, because "it will not help us to keep so secret that we are frozen to death."

Like, Aragorn is a ranger, but he isn't used to these altitudes. Gandalf and Legolas aren't bothered by snow. Gimli is...a dwarf. But Boromir has probably seen people die in snow and cold, and I'd bet he knows that thanks to the weird thing where people who are smaller have higher surface-area-to-volume ratios and lose body heat faster. Boromir and Aragorn are big dudes, but the hobbits are literally child-sized. They're going to be in more danger from cold faster. So YEAH, bring the extra fire wood.

Oh, and hey, Gimli? THIS MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE MOMENT TO MENTION THAT CARADHRAS HATES ELVES AND WIZARDS. I PERHAPS WOULD NOT HAVE WAITED UNTIL YOU WERE EYEBALL DEEP IN AN UNNATURAL SNOWSTORM TO MENTION THIS.

Seriously, they get partway up this mountain, and Gandalf and Aragorn are still having a pissing contest about the route they're now actively on, Boromir is hypothesizing that Sauron is yeeting a blizzard at them, AND NOT A GODDAMN WORD FROM GIMLI until the next day when Boromir is hearing fell voices in the air and BIGASS STONES ARE FALLING ON THEIR HEADS. And even then, it's not the full explanation we'll get in another couple pages, it's:

"Caradhras was called the Cruel, and had an ill name," said Gimli, "long years gao, when rumour of Sauron had not been heard in these lands."

Like, sure, ok. It's a mean, grouchy mountain. BUT AGAIN, MAYBE WE COULD HAVE PICKED A DIFFERENT ROUTE IF WE KNEW IT SPECIFICALLY HATED ELVES AND WIZARDS.

This heralds probably the worst night that the company spends on this mountain. They have almost no cover, the snow nearly buries the hobbits, and had Boromir not been watching, they'd have fallen asleep and suffocated to death under snow or frozen to death. And it is SUPER clear that Gandalf doesn't understand how biology works, because in response to Boromir's "This will be the death of the halflings" (which, YEAH, no kidding!!!), Gandalf pulls out the Elven liquor. Specifically miruvor, or the cordial of Imladris, but that means jack to me at this point other than IT IS NOT ENOUGH TO KEEP THE HOBBITS ALIVE IN A MOUNTAIN BLIZZARD IN JANUARY.

Ultimately it's Boromir's foresight to bring some goddamn fuel and light a fire that keeps the hobbits alive, and frankly as someone who grew up where it could hit minus 50 Fahrenheit, Gandalf is no longer allowed to lead on mountains. If Boromir hadn't been there, they would have had four dead hobbits on their hands. Like, yes, eyes on the prize, but PERHAPS NOT AT THE EXPENSE OF THE LIFE OF THE RINGBEARER LESS THAN A MONTH INTO THE JOURNEY???

At this point, Gimli calls for, and is granted, a retreat, because the mountain is absolutely going to kill all their asses. Boromir again gets MEGA points for being the beefiest of beefy warrior men and breaking a trail to get everyone else down--WHILE CARRYING MERRY AND PIPPIN. Like, quite literally this bear of a man has one hobbit piggyback, one clinging to his front like a monkey, and STILL manages to keep clearing and widening the path for everyone behind him. And this goes on for like another day or two as they get off murder mountain.

Quite literally I am gonna need everyone to stop what they're doing and acknowledge that Boromir pulled everyone's asses out of the fire that Aragorn and Gandalf bickered them into. Like, I'm not gonna say this man was done completely dirty by the movie, because he gets little "protector of the hobbits' physical well-being" moments throughout, but HOLY TITS WAS THAT SCALED DOWN.

I think I'll leave it here, with Caradhras having quite handily handed the fellowship their asses, and Boromir being the only reason that the hobbits survived that little foray into mountain passes. Like, they gave it the old college try, and I'm sure that probably seemed like the least bad of all the shitty options for travel in front of them, but if anything was DESIGNED to murder the hobbits in their little hairy tracks, it was the angry, Elf and Wizard hating mountain that can yeet stones and whip up killer blizzards...

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Love In a Time of Change

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by myeaglesong

For the longest time, Thranduil has wanted to find a good match for his son, Legolas, to marry. His search leads him to consider Arwen for Legolas to marry, but what if Legolas has already got his eye set on another match that Thranduil may not approve of? What will will happen when Legolas finds out about his father's intentions to marry him off? What would happen when the question of if Thranduil were to marry again was to come up, who could he marry?

Words: 919, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Elrond Peredhel, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Legolas Greenleaf, Arwen Undómiel

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien) & Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Inspired by The Hobbit, Oblivious Bard, Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, Eventual Romance, Everyone Is Alive, The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings Fusion, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Eventual Relationships

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1. Plausible grave rolling, it goes against Aragorn’s thematics. However if it ties into the theme of the old world dying and the grandeur of the past never coming back, coupled with the collapse of many aristocratic houses due to WW1, and his coffin just might stay stable yet.

2. ROLL TIDE MOTHERFUCKER. This one generates ALL the spin since it makes every single part of the painstakingly built up Lore and all the Thematic Messages meaningless.

3. The coffin isn’t rolling, it’s chugging along underground like a subway engine so JRR can smash into CS Lewis’s grave for an underground wrestling match. There will be biting.

4. Acceptable because of the Lore making them compatible species. He’s not sure if he ships it, the coffin will remain deadly still while he analyzes the thematic Catholic impact of redeeming love vs love that gets your kicked out of Eden.

5. Oh hell YES. The coffin echoes with the sound of scribbles as he writes down linguistic charts like the interior lid is a chalkboard.

6. Ditto, but this time it’s figuring out how to make Feanor even more toxic.

7. Ditto ditto, but somehow there’s even more Christ the Redeemer allegories and it gets unfortunately racist in a clearly “he’s not even aware of the true scope of these Implications” way.

8. That literally happened in the books.

9. Don’t test him, he briefly toyed with the idea that the reason no one called Bilbo as MIA/Dead sooner was that hobbit engagements meant they ran off away from society together and the longer you stayed off the radar fucking the more you loved each other. So him running off with the dwarves just made everyone think he was really coming back married. If you explained the concept to him he might genuinely consider it, and somehow it would be just slightly Wrong when he does post it that the poly community spends decades trying to correct the new assumptions that pop up.

10. Don’t Test Him 2: Asked His Lawyer To Look Into Possible Copyright Violations For The Ballad Of Bilbo Baggins Boogaloo. If Leonard Nimoy had asked permission prior to production to put Eärendil in the actual show, who’s to say. He never publicly disavowed The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins nor took legal action. He did want a bright line drawn around what he officially approved of vs people making their own tributes. So if he can let BoBB stand, and he was given full control over the episode, who’s to say? The coffin stays unmoved pending lawyer review.

11. TURBINE ENGINE TAKING OFF. He hated Disney’s dwarves. He hated them SO MUCH. The coffin rolls so fast it generates enough lift to crash him into Walt’s cryogenic frozen head chamber to spike it like a volley ball.

12. Coffin stays silent. He used up too much energy fighting Disney.

An option featuring a change of literally any kind to Lúthien not included as presumably even the mere suggestion would be catastrophic, overloading energy grids worldwide and resulting in months-long blackouts.

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Undying Days

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by marvelruinedmyspirit

Bilbo woke up with a start when the boat stopped its gentle rocking. He lifted his hand to block the golden rays of the sun that blinded him; for a moment, he thought his vision had worsened, and that he would have to go through his undying days with faulty eyes, but when he adjusted to the light, he realised that it had not worsened as he had thought, but had gone completely bad. His hand… His hand. His hand, unmarred by years and adventures.

Or, yet another fic in which Bilbo goes back in time to the beginning of the Smaug quest.

Words: 1650, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

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

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir

Additional Tags: time travel as god-approved fantasy therapy, an over-indulgent amount of neo-khuzdul, bilbo knows the future but his main asset is making friends, cw for suicide ideation, cw for ptsd and panic attacks, Mushrooms, i cannot express how useful silm knowledge would help to enjoy this fic unfortunately, tags to be added as the story progresses

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Undying Days

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by marvelruinedmyspirit

Bilbo woke up with a start when the boat stopped its gentle rocking. He lifted his hand to block the golden rays of the sun that blinded him; for a moment, he thought his vision had worsened, and that he would have to go through his undying days with faulty eyes, but when he adjusted to the light, he realised that it had not worsened as he had thought, but had gone completely bad. His hand… His hand. His hand, unmarred by years and adventures.

Or, yet another fic in which Bilbo goes back in time to the beginning of the Smaug quest.

Words: 1650, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

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

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Gandalf | Mithrandir

Additional Tags: time travel as god-approved fantasy therapy, an over-indulgent amount of neo-khuzdul, bilbo knows the future but his main asset is making friends, cw for suicide ideation, cw for ptsd and panic attacks, Mushrooms, i cannot express how useful silm knowledge would help to enjoy this fic unfortunately, tags to be added as the story progresses

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[mistofstars]

Oh no. I've fallen into the bagginshield pairing and I can't get out!

I mean, it perfectly makes sense 😍😭👌

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Hey. I was wondering if you could do a hobbit/lotr headcannon with bilbo, fili, kili, and pippin and whoever else you want to add with an s/o that's just really sweet and innocent who goes on the journey with them and like cooks and cleans things? Thank you.

Sorry for the long wait! I didn’t forget about your request though. I hope you like it!! I’m probably going to expand on this and do a part exclusively involving the respective journeys.

Bilbo:

· You and Bilbo had met at a local market in the Shire

· Being from Frogmorton in East Farthing you were not well acquainted with all the hobbits from West Farthing

· Certainly, you had heard of the Baggins' but never had you met any of them

· The two of you had become intrigued in one another

· The two of you fluttered shyly fluttered around one another before either of you had the nerve to ask to court the other

· Flowers, home cooked meals, and homemade gifts were a must in a hobbit courtship

· Thankfully like the good homebody hobbit you were, cooking and crafting like a second nature to you

· Once you married, you moved into Baggend with Bilbo and fell quickly into a nice routine

· You were the domestic homebody, doing the cooking and cleaning, while Bilbo handled the shopping and errand running

· He was certainly more of a busybody than you

· Your fussing nature suited Bilbo

· Naturally when Gandalf had recruited your husband for his journey you had insisted on coming along

· While many of the dwarves had objected to you coming along, they came around to you much quicker than they did to Bilbo

· Your warm nature and propensity to embarrassment at their crude humor endeared them

· The consistent doting and insistence on helping with even the worst of the chores - the cooking, washing, and mending

· Though most of all it seemed that the way to a dwarfs' heart was through their stomach

Fili:

· You had met Fili at the meeting of the Seven dwarven clans and grown incredibly close in the few days the event spanned over

· You had come along with your father hoping to make some new connections to strengthen the position of your clan

· Instead by the time the event was over, you had entered a courtship with the young prince of the displaced Longbeards (Clan Durin)

· Thorin approved of the courtship and vowed to your family that he would make sure that proper propriety was followed

· As you and Fili spent more time together you became more certain that he was your one (soulmate)

· Fili felt much the same, taken with your head down hardworking attitude and humble sweetness

· It seemed to him that you would give anything a try despite its difficulty

· Thus, when Fili had informed you of the plan to retake Erebor you had no doubts about accompanying him

· It was obvious that this reclamation journey was incredibly important to not just the royal family but the entirety of the Longbeard Clan

· Your commitment to help a clan that was not yours by blood paired with your relationship with Prince Fili had earned you immediate respect amongst the Company

· Considering how others within their own clan (the Ironfoots) had turned their backs, your commitment meant even more to Fili and the company

· Quickly you solidified your role in the company as a handy dwarf - aiding with as many of the chores as you could while consistently being co-cook with Bombur

· The company enjoyed how you doted on each of them - fussing and trying to keep their spirits up

· Fili felt pride watching you fuss over the company

· In the event that the quest was successful you had proved tenfold that you would be a good king/queen consort to his people

Kili:

· You and Kili had grown up in the Blue Mountains together

· It wasn’t until you were in your young adult years that you had noticed his flirtations seemed more serious than Kili let on

· Your shy and somewhat sheltered demeanor played a large role in your ignorance

· Your embarrassment at Kili's flirting seemed to encourage him more

· When he got like this Dis and Thorin would both scold him for being overbearing but were quietly amused by the two of you

· Flirting was Kili's attempt to gauge your reaction, eventually leading to him asking to court you

· Your shy personality and preference for homemaking was in stark contrast to Kili's outgoing rougher personality

· Both Dis and Thorin were greatly amused (and relieved) at your ability to mellow Kili out

· They also appreciated the way you doted on Kili, constantly fretting over him in an endearing matter

· Thus, when the quest to reclaim Erebor was announced, Dis was quietly relieved when you decided to follow Kili along

· She was right

· While you looked out for the entirety of the company, you tended to pay the most attention to your one

· Your tender and caring nature shone through in your actions towards the company, making even their darkest days much brighter

Pippin:

· Of all the places you could have met Pip, the two of you had literally run into one another in Farmer Maggot's field

· You'd heard that the farmer had the juiciest carrots in the entirety of the Shire but at the cost he was selling them you refused to buy them from his stall

· Instead, in an out of character move for you, you had snuck into the field to try some

· Your friends' raving about them and your love of all things food and cooking had led to that moment

· While you had initially been mortified to have been caught doing such a thing, your relationship with Pippin caused you to look back at the moment fondly

· He too was making off with armfuls of the Farmer's produce

· The two of you ended up making off to your house where you and Pippin had enjoyed a night of good cooking and merriment

· In the months later the two of you had spent almost every waking moment together leading up to the forming of the fellowship

· You had been out with Pip and Merry when you had run into Samwise and Frodo being chased by a Nazgul

· It had led to your joining of the fellowship

· You proved to be a valuable member

· Though your skill was not with sword or axe, your skill at cooking and mending was unparalleled by any other member - making meals out of nothing and fixing even the most threadbare of garments

· Pippin admired this greatly

· For a hobbit who was not accustomed to such travelling, you had adapted incredibly well to the circumstances and Pip was glad

· Although he constantly worried over you, Pippin was glad to have you alongside him on this world changing journey

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~Amrâlime~

Kili Durin x Fem!reader

Summary: The reader is Bilbo's sister, her and Kili first meet when Bilbo bids his farewells to her. When (Y/N) joins the company, Kili just won't stop calling her a stupid nickname.

Warnings: (Y/N) and Kili are basically oblivious little losers, fighting mentions, Kili being annoying ig

A/N: so, my sibling requested this. They don't have Tumblr but I'm writing this for her anyways. Enjoy you massive Kill simp <3

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'Alright, alright, I'll do it.'

The company cheered at the sound of the hobbit's approval.

'But!'

The cheering faded into grumbles and sighs.

'I want to say goodbye to my sister first.'

Fili leaned forward, suddenly interested.

'Your sister, you say?'

Bilbo nodded.

'(Y/N), she's called, probably a better burglar than I'll ever be.' He only mumbled the last bit, remembering the time she stole his favourite trousers when the pair were young.

The dwarves let out loud laughs, and a chorus of 'let's meet her!' and 'she sounds like a good one' erupted from them.

Bilbo pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled deeply. Gosh, there was just no winning with them, was there?

'Fine, I'll go get her and you can all meet her.'

Kili grinned, downing the last of his beer.

'Bets on her being prettier than the rest of the women back home?'

The rest of the group cheered again at the young dwarf's proclamation, besides from Glóin, who insisted that none could be more beautiful than his wife.

But as soon as (Y/N) walked into the room, Kili's statement was proved true almost immediately.

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Kili really tried not to stare, he really really tried, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the hobbit girl. Judging on the fact that she barely reached the height of Bilbo's jawline, he could tell that she was smaller than average, but that just made her even cuter.

Her hair was tied neatly into a ponytail on the back of her head, and she was wearing an outfit similar to her brother's; a simple shirt with pants and suspenders.

No matter how stupid he may have thought himself to be, at least Kili knew one thing.

(Y/N) Baggins was positively perfect. And he was falling for her doe eyes and soft smile more every second.

She introduced herself to the company before wrapping her arms around Bilbo as a farewell.

Fili, noticing his brother's lovesick puppy-dog-eyes, spoke up.

'What if you came with us, lass?'

(Y/N) blinked, her (E/C) eyes falling on the blonde dwarf.

'Pardon?'

Bofur, also having noticed Kili's dreamy expression, joined in.

'Of course, your brother says you make a fine burglar.'

She gasped and turned to glare at Bilbo, who only shrugged with a sheepish grin. But when she turned back to the dwarves, her harsh expression fell.

'I would be honoured to join you, but only if I had permission, your Majesty?'

Thorin stared at her, and the girl did not crumble under his stone-cold gaze. The dwarf, taking note of the enthusiastic comments from the rest of his company, exhaled lightly through his nose.

'Fine.'

(Y/N) smiled again, truly a beautiful sight.

Despite how excited he was, Kili seriously had no idea how he was supposed to be around the hobbit for the entire journey and not be completely head-over-heels for her in the end.

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*huge time skip I'm sorry lol*

The company finally stopped, for the sake of their horses and their hunger. They all sat down around a fire, some of the dwarves singing to keep everybody's spirits as high as the moon in the sky.

(Y/N) noticed that the young dwarf brothers were missing, so she nudged her brother and they each took a bowl of stew, guessing that the pair were on the lookout.

And they were.

(Y/N) handed Kili the bowl of warm broth, to which he responded with a warm smile and a 'thank you, amrâlime.'

Fili began snickering, almost choking on his mouthful of food, while the hobbits merely frowned.

'What does that mean?'

'Nothing, amrâlime.'

'Kili!'

Fili began laughing louder, while (Y/N) stood there, completely puzzled. Bilbo too was confused, but he shrugged it off before walking back to the campsite.

'Fili, help me, what does it mean?'

The dwarf only placed a hand on his chest and laughed more, his brother joining him when the girl let out a groan of frustration.

'I hate you both.'

'Sure you do, amrâlime.'

'UGH!'

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*another rather large time skip*

It only seemed to be about halfway through the journey, and (Y/N) already wanted to go back home.

They had encountered multiple packs of orcs, trolls, in which she had almost been cooked alive, and creatures she didn't even know existed. And the worst part? Throughout the entire journey, Kili had not stopped calling her that stupid nickname.

Amrâlime. God that dwarf was a pain. It would be even worse if he wasn't unbearably and undeniably gorgeous, though, and (Y/N) would be lying if she said she didn't feel at least a little bit attracted to him.

After all of the peril she had been in over the past few months, Rivendell looked like heaven. Except she wasn't dead. Well, not yet at least, with how things seemed to be going.

Lord Elrond had ever-so-generously taken the company in, and been even kinder to give (Y/N) some of the most glorious dresses she had ever seen.

When the rest of the dwarves saw her wearing said dresses, Kili let out a low whistle.

'Looking good, amrâlime.'

There was that bothersome nickname again. It was really starting to get on her nerves, especially since all of the other dwarves seemed to know what it meant and chuckled whenever he said it. Instead of biting back, she offered to go on a walk through the gardens, to which Kili, and only Kili, gladly accepted.

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The two walked in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the light melodies the winds sung. One would occasionally glance to the other, desperate to tell them of their undying love, but no such words were spoken.

Until (Y/N) stopped walking by the grand fountain, taking in its serene environment.

'Is something wrong, amrâlime?'

There it was. Again.

'Yes Kili, there is.'

The world fell silent once more, before Kili spoke again.

'It's the nickname, isn't it.'

So he knew.

'Kili.' (Y/N) turned to face him. 'I just want to know what it means.'

Kili's cheeks glowed red in the moonlight. Should he tell her? How would he tell her? What if she didn't reciprocate his feelings?

But the tired glimmer in her eyes made him feel sad, sad and guilty for teasing her constantly.

'It means...'

She nodded.

'It means...'

She nodded again, slower that time.

'It basically means-'

'I can't do this anymore.'

She said abruptly, grabbing both sides of his face and pressing her lips to his. He froze for a moment, before placing one hand on the small of her back and one on the back of her head.

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The moment felt like it lasted forever, and frankly, both (Y/N) and Kili wanted it to last forever. It just felt right, a calm setting, just the two of them together at long last.

(Y/N) pulled away abruptly, her eyes gazing into Kili's.

'But what does it mean?'

He laughed, suddenly gaining confidence from the amount of serotonin and pure love rushing through his body.

'It means 'my love' in Khuzdul, my language.'

'But you've called me that since we first met.'

'Because I've loved you since the first time I saw you.'

He kissed her again, the pair simply relishing in each other's presence.

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And, yes, Fili would find them asleep by the fountain in the morning, but he wouldn't say a word to Bilbo, or anyone else for that matter. But despite the fact that he would not utter a word to any dwarf or hobbit, he was so incredibly happy that his little brother had found his love.

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Ay yo if this is good I'll do a part two with Bilbo's reaction!

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

oh my god pls do 73

YES! I am getting my inbox cleaned out and I feel so accomplished. 😁 I hope this was well worth the wait, Danny. Thank you for your ask! I really had fun with this prompt (even if I took a few creative liberties). 👀

A previous love interest/crush/admirer of Bilbo's returns.

The Love of Mahal's Children

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Words: 4004

Bilbo didn’t know if he should be nervous or not. On one hand, it was going to be the easiest thing he’s ever done. Easier even than breathing. To declare before the world and Valar above that he loves Thorin Oakenshield and pledges his heart to him. It was a silly daydream on the quest that he never would have imagined would come close to reality. Yet, here they were. No, the sincerity of the gesture would in no way be a chore, it was remembering all of his cues.

If Bilbo had learned anything about dwarves within his eight months of living in the Lonely Mountain, it was that there was a protocol for nearly everything. So when Thorin gifted him a stunning silver comb, Bilbo immediately went to Balin. In fact, he nearly fainted on the spot to learn it was a courting gift. From there, Ori and Gloin were very helpful in guiding him through the structured steps of courting their king. It had been a long but pleasant two months, and now that all the gifts had been given and received, Thorin would get to declare their engagement before the kingdom. A shiver traveled down the hobbit’s spine.

“Everything alright, Mister Baggins?”

Bilbo smiled at his dwarven shadow.

“I’m alright just…anxious. I hope everything goes okay, and I can move into Thorin’s rooms tonight.”

His guard, Ushmik, merely grunted in response. “We’ll see.” He mumbled.

Bilbo raised an eyebrow at the burly dwarf. Ushmik had been his bodyguard for nearly the entirety of Bilbo’s stay in Erebor. Originally from Erebor himself, he had traveled with the refugees to the Blue Mountains, but something had forced him back to the Iron Hills. He was one of many that had stayed with them after the dreadful battle, and Thorin had rewarded all of them with any position they wished. He was told Ushmik wanted nothing more than to be charged with Bilbo’s safety. An odd request, but then again, many had treated him with reverence, and this was even before his and Thorin’s courting. Thorin seemed to have quite a bit of respect for the old warrior, and had not batted an eye before seeing it done.

“That’s rather pessimistic of you, Ushmik.” Bilbo remarked.

The old dwarf sighed. “I’m rather fond of you, Mister Baggins. I don’t want to see you hurt. It’s my job after all.”

Bilbo’s answering smile nearly split his face. “You know you’re the only one to correctly refer to me as ‘Mister’ and not ‘Master’ Baggins?”

Ushmik huffed out a laugh. “Well I have spent some time in the Shire.”

“Really?” Bilbo gasped. “I had no idea.”

There was something imploring in the dwarf’s expression, but before Bilbo could press the issue, the doors to the gathering hall opened and Bilbo was immediately ushered to the front. There were many in the crowded chambers that grinned or nodded encouragingly, just as there were a few that seemed disgusted. Not all dwarves were receptive to the idea of a non-dwarven Consort, but Bilbo couldn’t change everyone’s mind. What mattered was that the overwhelming majority approved the match, and he had Ushmik for the rest. As the guard took his place against the wall, Bilbo turned back to give him a quick grin before stepping on the dais faced with the proud, hopeful face of the one he loved. 

Thorin took both Bilbo’s hands in his own, gently caressing the knuckles with his overly large thumbs, and succeeding in sending his stomach bubbling. 

“Ready, ukrad (greatest heart)?” Thorin murmured softly for Bilbo’s ears and Bilbo’s alone.

“I’ve never been more ready.” Bilbo responded breathlessly.

Thorin looked like he wanted nothing more than to kiss him as a ridiculously besotted smile was sent his way. The amazement at being subjected to those from Thorin never seemed to depreciate as he returned it with one of his own. A quick throat clearing from Balin reminded them of the job they still had to do though.

“Erebor.” Thorin’s deep, booming voice commanded even as his eyes never left Bilbo’s own. “I present to you my chosen for your Consort, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, Riddlemaker with Dragons, Lucky Number of the Company that retook our Home. We have completed all the steps towards courting with the exception of family negotiations as he has none here to speak on his behalf. Our engagement shall proceed accordingly, unless any find either of us lacking. They are free to speak now.”

Bilbo couldn’t help the silent laughter as the Company glared down the few dwarves that Nori had warned them might cause a scene. This was honestly just a formality as none could argue with Bilbo’s accomplishments, and the Council had already granted their approval. Thorin smirked as well as he opened his mouth to declare their engagement. This was where Bilbo would have to speak to Thorin’s numerous accomplishments and the strength of such a match. Then they would exchange beads, and head to the feast. However, before any of that could happen, a voice broke through the silence.

“I object to the match.”

Bilbo spun around only for his jaw to drop at Ushmik’s bright red but determined face as he stepped forward. Murmurs broke out from the gathered assembly. Bilbo turned to Thorin questioningly, but the king’s brows were pressed together and his lips forming a thin line. His grip tightened ever so slightly on Bilbo’s hands. The only outward indicator of his upset.

“Under what pretense, Master Ushmik?” Balin asked for them, interrupting the steady stream of chatter around them.

“As an…interested party on Mister Baggins’ behalf, I request the chance to present my…favor.”

Balin shared a look with Thorin who was minutely shaking his head. The older advisor sighed, which had Thorin gritting his teeth.

“So be it. We will take a brief recess to grant you your private audience. Ten minutes at most. Do you accept these terms?”

“I do.” He answered.

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The entire Company marched into the adjourning meeting room, and once behind closed doors, Thorin began to pace like a caged warg.

“Just what exactly was Ushmik thinking?” Fili demanded the moment they entered.

“Fire him!” Thorin growled at Dwalin.

“I can’t just fire him.” The Captain of the Guards snapped back.

“Now hold on just a moment! I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.” Bilbo stated. “Ushmik has been a very kind and loyal guard.”

“Because clearly he’s been pining for you.” Kili smirked.

“Fire him.” Thorin snapped at Dwalin once more causing the bald dwarf to roll his eyes.

“But if that’s the case, why wait until now to do anything about it.” Bilbo groaned, trying not to be too frustrated with his moody almost-fiancé. “He’s been with me literally every step of the way. He could have confessed at any time. Why wait until the most embarrassing situation possible for him?”

Thorin glared at Dwalin the moment Bilbo reminded him of how much time he spent in Ushmik’s presence.

“The best I can do is reassign him. He’s too good a guard to outright fire.” He grumbled.

“Yeah, because he’s been staring at that hot ass for months.” Nori teased as he slapped Bilbo’s behind.

The hobbit jumped with a yelp, his face turning bright red, but the spy had already continued before he could give him a piece of his mind.

“Bilbo has a point though. He’s never done anything that I’ve noticed to even act interested. And even your guards I can catch staring from time to time.” He stated looking over at Thorin.

Thorin’s hands closed into fists at his side, and Bilbo had no doubt he would rage battle against every dwarf who had ever looked at Bilbo at this rate. 

“Why don’t I just go in and talk to him like I’m supposed to do anyways? This could all just be a big misunderstanding.” Bilbo attempted to diffuse the situation.

“I don’t know.” Bofur shook his head. “Declaring your engagement before the entire kingdom is mainly reserved for traditionalists and nobles I’ll grant you, but any dwarf worth his stone knows how it works.”

“Besides, he would have seen it done both in the Iron Hills and in Ered Luin so I think that rules out that theory.” Ori added.

“What about his time spent in the Shire? He could have missed any dwarven engagements then.” Bilbo pointed out.

The dwarves around him went still. 

“I didn’t know about Ushmik visiting the Shire.” Balin stated. “Did you?” 

Dwalin slowly shook his head while Thorin’s face turned redder by the second.

“You…remember him then?” Gloin asked.

Bilbo shook his head. “No, I vaguely remember there was a dwarven blacksmith when I was a child, but not who he was or what he looked like.”

This seemed to make his companions even more antsy.

“Rukhs shirumundu (Beardless orc)! Has he been stalking Bilbo since he was a child?” Kili demanded.

“I don’t feel comfortable with Master Bilbo being alone with such a dwarf.” Dori frowned. 

“I take it back.” Thorin growled. “He’s not just fired, he’s banished. That abrâfu shaikmashâz (descendent of rats).”

“Now hold on everyone, let’s not jump to conclusions!” Bilbo tried to interject, but it was too late. His friends were in an uproar.

He heaved a sigh as he approached Bifur, surprisingly, the calmest of the bunch. 

“I’m going to have the audience now. Try to keep them from storming in after me until the ten minutes are up.”

Bifur gave him a thumbs up, muttering a quick ‘good luck’. Bilbo silently moved towards the side door, thankful for the soundproofing the stone offered. His relief was instantaneous after he made it into the quiet hallway, which gave his nerves a chance to catch up to him. What if they were right? What if Ushmik did have a romantic inclination towards him, or worse nefarious thoughts about his person? The dwarf had been nothing but kind, but even hobbits of the Shire knew how to hide behind a mask.

However, Bilbo was to be the future Consort of Erebor. He would not be cowed by ‘what ifs’ and he would face his problems head on. Feeling empowered, especially by the sword on his hip and ring in his pocket, Bilbo marched down to the next door where he knew Ushmik would be waiting. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

Ushmik seemed nervous as he fiddled with an object in his hands which made Bilbo’s heart plummet immediately. Please don’t let that be a courting gift. As soon as he caught sight of him, Ushmik’s fiddling grew worse as if nerves were getting the best of him. It gave Bilbo the courage to maintain his cool demeanor.

“I hope you have a good reason for interrupting my engagement.” Bilbo stated.

“Yes, Mister Baggins, I…”

“Because as my guard you would have been with me every step through the courting process, and could have voiced your objections then.”

Ushmik sighed heavily, his eyes downcast. “I know.”

“My heart is set on King Thorin, and I doubt there is anything you can say or do to sway me.”

There was a furrow between Ushmik’s brows, but his eyes remained glued to the item in his hands.

“That’s really what you want? He didn’t even try to bring your family to Erebor for negotiations. Isengrim may only be your uncle, but as Thain…”

“How do you know my uncle?” Bilbo demanded sharply, his eyes narrowed.

Ushmik sighed. “I used to be good friends with your uncle.”

“Not good enough to know he’s dead. He has been for a while.” Bilbo murmured. “Who are you? Really?”

Maybe the Company had been right, and Bilbo had put himself in a terrible position as Ushmik closed his eyes tightly against Bilbo’s words. The hobbit slowly started to back away when the object Ushmik had been playing with through the conversation was thrust into his face. Bilbo was ready to give the dwarf a piece of his mind over the sheer impropriety of trying to force him to accept a courting gift, when Bilbo got a good look at it. It was an old brass button with a ram’s head carved on it. However, that wasn’t what gave Bilbo pause. It was the slew of memories that suddenly, and rather violently, slammed into him.

Bilbo was rather taken with running down to the smithy to investigate the Shire’s newest addition. The burly dwarf was so tall and fierce looking, but every time he caught Bilbo staring he would make funny faces that would get Bilbo ducking and laughing. However, today, he had a surprise for Bilbo.

“WOW!” Bilbo exclaimed upon receiving the wind-up frog. “But Mama says hobbits are supposed to give gifts on their birthdays.”

“Well, I’m not a hobbit. So we can say you gave me the gift of ‘accepting my dwarven birthday traditions’.”

Bilbo didn’t quite understand, but he really wanted the frog and nodded enthusiastically. 

“Just be careful of winding it too much. I’m afraid you may never catch it again. Even an overactive squirrel like you.”

Bilbo protested being called a squirrel, but let the dwarf ruffle his hair while he escaped out the back to play with the frog. At first he was very careful about how much he winded it up, laughing in delight as it bounced around him. However, as he became more confident with the toy, he decided to crank the little key, tighter and tighter, giggling as the frog bounced higher and longer. 

“Bilbo…” His mother warned, stopping her conversation with the smith.

He looked back over at her in time to see her and the dwarf cry out before the frog slammed into his chest knocking him backwards. Bilbo hadn’t noticed how close he was getting to the river, and he fell back into the current. He screamed as his head went under, but it slammed into a big rock and he knew no more.

When Bilbo awoke again, he was cold, he was achy, and his vision was filled by a brass button with what looked like a sheep on it. He gingerly touched it.

“Baa-button.” He mumbled tiredly.

He heard a gasp from above as the gentle rocking motion he hadn’t recognized at first stopped. He looked up to see the crying face of the smith staring down at him.

“Bilbo? Oh, thank Mahal! You wouldn’t wake, and I was so scared…”

Bilbo felt bad that he was so upset, but he didn’t have much energy to do more than curl up tighter in the dwarf’s warm chest.

“It’s okay. I like your baa-buttons.” Bilbo informed.

The smith seemed to be choking on his laughter. “That’s good. That’s good, lad. We need to get you back home. Your mother must be worried sick, and I imagine we need to have a healer look at that wound on the back of your head. I’ll promise you this though, if you just stay awake til we get to your smial, I’ll give you one of my ‘baa-buttons’. Okay, Bilbo?”

Bilbo had hummed something unintelligible, unable to keep his promise as the dwarf was just too comfortable, and his head hurt really bad. However, that was far from the last time he saw the dwarf. After his heroic rescue, jumping in after Bilbo in the river, Belladonna and Bungo were insistent on having the dwarf over for dinner every night of his stay in the Shire. Even going as far as naming him as Bilbo’s godfather. A title that had moved the older dwarf to tears. He left that winter, but returned every spring except for the one after the Fell Winter and well…Bilbo had a lot on his mind with his father’s illness that year to stop and question why their dwarven guardian couldn’t return.

“Baa-buttons…” Bilbo whispered as he slowly looked up into Ushmik’s weathered face.

He looked so vulnerable, but now that Bilbo remembered, it was impossible not to see it. Ushmik was that very same dwarven smith who had saved his life so long ago.

“Oh Ushmik!” Bilbo cried, throwing his arms around him as tightly as he could. 

Dwarven armor wasn’t exactly comfortable after all. However, the warm hug that enveloped him in return more than made up for it. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Bilbo accused, only to feel slightly guilty at the small stream of tears leaking out from the guard’s eyes.

“I didn’t know how welcome I would be.” He sniffed. “I failed you Bilbo. I wasn’t there for you when Bungo died. Or even Belladonna, Kaminzabdûna (Yavanna) rest her soul. I had been called away to the Iron Hills, and by the time I received Isengrim’s letter…I felt like I was too late. You were already at your majority after all. I didn’t think an old dwarf like me would be of much use in your life at that point.”

“Well of course you would be welcome!” Bilbo cried aghast. “You’re my akhrâmadad (godfather)!”

The use of the Khuzdul term for such an honor had Ushmik ducking his head further in shame as small sobs seemed to hiccup from him. Bilbo smiled kindly as he placed a hand on Ushmik’s arm.

“Don’t deserve it.” He mumbled. “Always arriving too late.”

 Bilbo frowned trying to decipher his words when he was immediately reminded of that horrific war that took place before the mountain. He remembered Dwalin saying that Dain had sent some Iron Hill dwarves after them. The reinforcements arrived in time to save Fili, Kili, and Thorin’s lives. There was something else though. About someone protecting his body while he was unconscious…Bilbo’s breath caught in his throat even as a warm feeling spread through his body.

“I believe I do owe you my life once more.” Bilbo stated proudly. “I may not remember much of what happened, but I did manage to stay awake through most of the trip down Ravenhill. So I finally get to keep the baa-button, right?”

Ushmik let out a wet laugh as he nodded. Bilbo gently pressed his forehead against the other dwarf’s in gratitude.

“You know, you didn’t have to interrupt my engagement for this.”

Ushmik flushed bright red. “I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I think His Majesty is a great king, but he hurt you. And it just didn’t seem right that he didn’t even try to get your family here to speak on your behalf.”

Bilbo gave him a sad smile. “He offered but…you know how hobbits are about traveling. Besides, there’s no one I’m close enough to that I would want to speak on my behalf.”

Ushmik gave him a calculating look before slowly nodding. “Then, I apologize for mucking things up. I will always want what’s best for you, Bilbo. And you’re sure you feel completely safe with King Thorin…?”

Bilbo’s smile burned brightly before he nodded his head enthusiastically. 

“He really is a good dwarf, Akhrâmadad.”

Ushmik’s face burned brightly as he ducked his head at the title. “Oh, I never doubted that…not really. I just am a little overprotective, not that I have any right to be, but I’ve heard rumors about the ramparts and…”

Bilbo’s smile dimmed a little both at the reminder and how Ushmik talked about himself. However, the ramparts were not an issue. Not any longer. Bilbo and Thorin had discussed it…extensively. There were tears, screaming, Bilbo was pretty sure he tried to throw a book at Thorin’s head, but in the end apologies were issued and past hurts were soothed. Time and patience being the best healer sometimes. Bilbo’s eyes turned down to the button in his hand as an idea formed in his head. The eye of the button seemed to be just wide enough.

“Akhrâmadad?” Bilbo interrupted. “Would you be willing to braid your family braid in my hair?”

Ushmik seemed to freeze. “Bilbo…lad, you don’t know what you’re asking…”

Bilbo gave him a gentle smile. “But I’ve lived with dwarves long enough to know exactly what I’m asking. It took thirteen of them barging into my smial for me to realize what I had been missing. Family. And you’ve been my family longer than any of them. Even if we did lose each other there for a while. Please? I’m certain it’s what Mother would have wanted if she were still here…”

Ushmik bit his lip before nodding. “I’d be honored.”

Bilbo happily turned his head so Ushmik could gingerly separate his curls into three sections. Thankfully, Bilbo’s hair had finally gotten to a respectable length for braids. It was as Bilbo handed over the button for Ushmik to weave the braid into before tying it off that his companions came crashing through the doors. At first, they were all stunned into silence by the act, and Bilbo hated seeing the crushed look in Thorin’s eyes. However, once he turned for them to see the braid, a collective sigh of relief was issued from each and every one of them.

“Well that was an unnecessary heart attack.” Dwalin grunted.

“No shit.” Bofur whistled. “Guess this means you don’t have to fire him. Right, Thorin?”

The king approached, still looking rather concerned.

“I’m…confused.” He admitted.

Ushmik shifted uncomfortably, but Bilbo grabbed his hand for comfort.

“Ushmik is actually my akhrâmadad. My mother named him such when I was very young after he saved my life.”

Thorin’s jaw dropped as he stared at the other dwarf in surprise.

“Your Majesty,” Ushmik addressed, bowing low. “Please accept my apology. It was not my place to intervene today.”

Thorin stopped him with a hand to his shoulder as he bowed his head in return. “It sounds like it was exactly your place. I’m sorry I did not include you in the family negotiations, but it is a matter that will be rectified immediately. As well as a room of honor in the royal wing.”

Ushmik held out his hand. “Now that really would be taking it too far. I’m perfectly happy in my station. Keeping this little squirrel out of trouble.”

Bilbo’s nose twitched as the rest of the Company laughed.

“If you manage that, you’ll have to share your secrets.” Nori teased, making Bilbo squawk indignantly.

“In any case,” Thorin chuckled. “I humbly request you join our table for the feast tonight. I feel that I speak for everyone when I say, we’d love to hear this story.”

“That, I can certainly do, Your Majesty.” Ushmik nodded agreeably.

As they started to file out of the room to resume the engagement, Ushmik began to get bombarded with questions about Bilbo as a fauntling. Bilbo couldn’t even groan in embarrassment, too pleased that this was a courting step he would actually get to fulfill. It was more than he ever hoped for after his parents passed. 

Thorin took his hand and gave it a small squeeze. 

“Before I actually commit to marrying you, are there any more surprises? Any Elvish or Mannish relatives?” Thorin teased, pulling a face at the thought.

“And what if there is?” Bilbo raised an eyebrow. “Would that make you reconsider?”

“No.” Thorin admitted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I just may not be as amicable to opening up a room for them in our wing.”

Bilbo hummed along. “Well lucky for you, I don’t have any more surprise relatives. At least not that I remember. I’ve learned today that I’ve apparently had a fair amount of head injuries.”

Thorin pressed another kiss, this time to the top of his head, as he promised to take any surprises along the way if he could take Bilbo as his husband. While he had only expected one that day, Bilbo was more than pleased and proud to display both his new braids at the feast that night. A reminder to him that he was well loved by Mahal’s children.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Meet The Company - Kíli Durin

pairing: Kíli Durin x gender neutral!reader

wordcount: 3k words

triggerwarnings: noneeee

summary: meeting the dwarves for the first time, a particular one catches your eye

Gandalf stood in the midst of what Bilbo must consider his hallway, counting the dwarves that were already preparing the dinner table.  “We appear to be one and a half dwarf short”, he noted, more to himself than the dwarves rushing through the hall.  “Thorin is late, is all”, Dwalin reassured, sipping from the ale someone had already poured for him. “He traveled north to a meeting of our kin. He will come.”  Yes - indeed. Thorin, the one dwarf short. And, what Dwalin had either purposefully ignored or simply not noticed, you. Half a dwarf short. 

  It had been raining the whole morning, and your “two day travel” had extended to almost three. You wanted it to be the weather’s fault, the horse’s, or something, but you did have to admit that you’d stayed in that tavern too long. Now you weren’t soaked anymore, so that was a good thing. But night had fallen, and in the dark, you could barely find the way to the hobbit’s home Gandalf had described so vividly. Not. 

In a rather miserable mood, you banged your fist on the door. Once. Twice. There was noise inside, and since you had come late, you assumed the rest of the company had already arrived. Not that you knew who “the rest” was, exactly. 

The door opened, and there the hobbit stood. “Shouldn’t have been surprised there’s more...”, he murmured to himself, but offered at least some kind of friendly expression. You supposed he was in rather the same mood as you, which didn’t cheer you up in the slightest, but at least planted a feeling of sympathy towards him. The slight nerviness you had felt upon meeting the dwarves - their king, and their princes in particular - had ceased. You couldn’t tell if it was the weather, the long travel, searching for the hobbit’s home for half an hour or perhaps all of it.

“I’m here on Gandalf’s invitation”, you said, and bowed a little. You had no idea about hobbit culture, and little about dwarven. So you were quite reluctant to do anything at all. Normally you would have just extended a hand. But those were human customs, and you didn’t know if perhaps it would make all of this a lot harder. 

“Ah, yes, well... come in, I suppose. None of the others waited for my approval.” The hobbit closed the door behind you as you looked around a bit. You hadn’t caught a glimpse of the dwarves yet, but you could hear them. Very well. They were a loud folk; you didn’t usually mind it, but now it added much to your already troubled mood. 

“Might as well let in the one sane person, right?” You smiled as you pulled the gloves from your hands and put them in the pockets of your coat, only to strip it off a second later and put it on the coat rack. 

“Might as well.” The hobbit shrugged. “I’m Bilbo, by the way. Bilbo Baggins.” 

You glanced up at him, and did extend a hand this time. You introduced yourself as he took it questioningly and shook it gently, which made you laugh a bit. 

“If you don’t mind me asking, you’re not dwarven, are you?” 

You brushed a hand through your hair and straightened your shirt before glancing up again. “Half dwarven”, you answered truthfully. “It’s the human side that’s showing more, don’t you think? Only got the height, that is.”

You laughed again quietly as he shook his head and grinned, too. For some reason you had the impression that you’d cut a fine figure. You liked him already. He hadn’t that big of a personality; not as loud, intrusive and bothersome as you had found many people to be. He was rather thoughtful, it seemed, easily irritated, but caring, still. And if Gandalf had chosen him for this quest, he had a great deal of courage. You smiled. 

“I take it the dwarves are that way?”, you asked without expecting an answer, gesturing at the room, or, hallway, perhaps, from which all the loud noise came. 

“Right”, the hobbit trailed off. “After you.”

You stalked down the hall, for once thanking your father for the height you’d inherited. You did not want to imagine Gandalf in here; the poor man had probably hit his head a hundred times already. 

You turned a corner, and froze. 

So did the dwarves. 

One by one, heads turned to you, and they stopped chewing, drinking, munching; instead, staring right back at you as you stared at them wordlessly. You didn’t quite know why you were staring at them wordlessly. Perhaps because you’d expected something very, very different. Perhaps because your nerviness had not vanished at all. 

You’d gone over this moment a thousand times in your head. You’d planned it all: what to say, how to act. And now you were just... gaping at them like your head was filled with clouds. Though, to be fair, they were gawking at you just the same. Just that they hadn’t known you would be joining them. 

“I see you’ve come after all”, Gandalf said with a wide smile, and you inclined your head in friendly greeting, mirroring his expression as you looked at him. Mainly to avoid looking at the rest of the dwarves seated around the table. 

“I wouldn’t miss an adventure like this for all the gold in the world”, you told truthfully. From somewhere, Bilbo had brought a chair, and you thanked him as you took it and seated yourself next to the wizard, farther away from the dwarves than perhaps necessary. 

“You’re late”, he noted regardless, raised his eyebrows and took a puff of his pipe. You huffed. 

“Weather was horrible”, you said, and with a pang of confidence you grabbed a piece of bread from an edge of the table closest to you. At least some of the dwarven... manners, if you want to call it that, had been passed on to you. You’d never been one for sitting still, always loud, always on the move. And, perhaps, always behaving a bit off for human liking. “Horse was slow. And this little home is not as easy to find as you say.”

Gandalf chuckled a bit, and looked up. Only to find all the dwarves, silent, for once, what a miracle - still staring. Some were at least chewing, now. 

“Ah, right”, he said, as if he’d forgotten something entirely unimportant just a second ago. “Gentlemen, meet my friend.” So he introduced every single one of them, and introduced you to them, too. Quite quickly, just a name. You nodded and inclined your head, smiling at every one of them. You knew that in the next ten minutes you would’ve forgotten half their names already. Your memory wasn’t... particularly good. You already realised now that you would have to ask them for up to a hundred times about their names, and probably embarrass yourself by calling them by the wrong ones all the time. 

As he’d named every last one of them, he finally turned to you again. “Yes, very well”, he said, putting a hand to your shoulder. "Yes, very well indeed", he repeated, lost in thought now.

"So, what are they... doing here, exactly?" It was one of the younger dwarves, who had to be around your age, perhaps even a few years older. He had raised his eyebrows, and did not seem too fond of the surprise. Though the dwarf next to him - his brother, you supposed, since they had almost identical names (which, to your dismay, was also the only thing about their names that you remembered) and very similar faces - looked quite pleasantly surprised at your arrival. The first one’s reaction you could explain - maybe not understand, but explain. You were no part of them, and, despite your height, you had got almost none of your father's dwarven features. Except the hair, perhaps. The latter’s... well. You had to admit he was quite handsome. Not that the others weren't, but... You smiled at him. He smiled right back. God, what a charm. If you didn't keep your feelings under control, this whole adventure could take a very different turn.

“They are to assist you”, Gandalf chuckled. “Is that not obvious?” 

The dwarf... oh, what had been his name... Not Balin, no, that was the older one with the friendly smile and the kind eyes. No, this had to be... Fíli, was it? Yes, surely, and then his brother’s name was... Kíli? 

“A human?” Fíli, as you’d proudly figured out, gestured at you. “A human in the company. Thorin won’t be happy at all once he finds out.”

It had been the first time they had spoken about him this evening, though you would not know. But you did recognise that name. You knew who it belonged to. What title he bore. And you had known very well the second you’d stepped into this home that he was not present. Not now, anyway. Based on what Fíli said, he seemed to be late. Just like you. Only, much later. 

“Actually”, you corrected, and leant back in your seat. “I’m half dwarvish. Human mother, only. Mess up some genes and you get the height and the hair and no more.” 

You smiled as Fíli put down his hands, and his brother chuckled under his breath. His eyes were still fixed on your face, and you quickly had to look away. Confidence, god, he was confident. Unbelievably attractive and confident....

Alright, just when had that “kind of” turned into an “unbelievably”? It wasn’t like you’d even ever spoken to him. It wasn’t like the butterflies in your stomach were even possible after just looking at him. 

“What’s a gene?”, one of the dwarves whispered. You snickered. But as you looked around to find only more confused faces, you actually laughed. 

“Alright, so human humour is off the table”, you said quietly, pretending to take a mental note. Some of the dwarves laughed; you looked up to see if Kíli was, too. And of course you caught his eye as you did. He was, in fact. Louder than anyone else. It made you smile. 

“I like this one.” 

Dwalin, you realised, with pride and joy. Dwalin. You actually knew a name. You grinned at him as he chuckled and raised his ale. 

“Hand ‘em something to drink!”, one of the others chimed in. 

Soon, you were pushed closer to the table, an ale in your own hand, again and again being offered food while still chewing on the last piece you’d taken.  A few times, the dwarves asked questions, like where you came from, how you’d met Gandalf, and why, exactly, - this one was followed by a rather silent crowd - he had picked you to help. 

“You poor people need every helping hand you can get, eh?”, you’d said rather cheerfully and earned a few laughs. “No, the story goes as follows: So I’d spent the evening in a tavern, alright? Eaten a bit, drunk a few bottles. And then I see these absolute morons - drunkards, let me tell you - go about picking a fight. They were asking for it, really. Tried to force the poor waitress to their table. One even made a move to kiss ‘er. So I get up, eh? ‘Course. I know how to wield some weapons. Fists, especially. Right, so I walk up to ‘em, and they tell me to leave it. So naturally, I throw a punch. Gandalf must’ve seen me, that good man, watched me beat them up. I got thrown out of the tavern most certainly. But he comes up to me the next morning, seeing as I sliced open those bastards’ heads. Thought you lads would do good with at least one capable person amongst you.” 

Someone had clapped you on the shoulder as you finished the last of your ale. It couldn’t have been more than an hour that you’d come in a stranger, but now it felt like eternity. These were your people. Dwarves with whom you could laugh and drink and tell stories the way you wanted to. Not the way some human thought appropriate. 

“Tell us, did you slay them actually?”, Bofur asked, leaning forward to look at you. You raised your eyebrows and put a hand to your chest, as though hurt he would even doubt you. 

“I can assure you that I know how to cut open a man”, you said. “Bled out on that tavern’s floor, I suppose. I took my blades back, of course. Wouldn’t want to waste them.”

Bilbo seemed... less joyous about your change in behaviour. As the company made to put away what they’d used, and you sat with Gandalf, unsure if your help was of any good, he monitored their every step, bustling about between them and trying to, once again, get back whatever they had in their hands. 

Soon Gandalf stood up with an amused glance down at you. “I better see after them... we don’t want to lose our burglar just yet.” He winked, and you smiled as you watched him walk out of the room. 

A rather small dwarf, even for his heritage, stood up, his empty plate in hand. You watched him, too, as he walked out to where Bilbo stood, talking angrily with the wizard. 

“Excuse me”, he said, and you almost wanted to laugh at the expression Bilbo wore as he looked at the dwarf. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but what should I do with my plate?”

Fíli stepped out from the other side. “There you go, Ori”, he said - Ori, so that was his name -, and took it from his hands. “Give it to me.”

Without even hesitating for a second, Fíli threw it down the hall. You stood up at once, waiting for the crash that never came, and then peered out at Kíli, who’d caught it in his right gracefully. Or, not so gracefully.  He threw it into the room behind him, and you turned and watched as a dwarf at the sink with rather dishevelled hair and - terrifyingly - an axe stuck in his head caught it. And another one Kíli had thrown. And another. And another. And even more. 

You heard Bilbo complaining, but didn’t process his words. You were way too fascinated to listen now. 

Fíli, exceptionally talented, you had to admit, or perhaps a dwarven trait that had not been passed down to you, now balanced the bowls on his arms. And threw them over to his brother, of course. 

The rest of the dwarves started tapping the cutlery on the wooden table, and a wonderful rhythm began. You sat on your chair backed into a corner - once again, you’d wound up there with Gandalf - and simply enjoyed the show. 

“Can- Can you not do that? You’ll blunt them!”, Bilbo called, but no one seemed to really be bothered. You weren’t either, but you supposed that was because you were too focused on the dwarves to even notice half of what he was saying. 

“Do you hear that lads?”, Bofur asked. “He says we’ll blunt the knives!”

You laughed quietly, leaning back in your chair. And whipped around immediately after. Kíli had begun to sing from the hall. 

Your mouth fell open, and all your functions suddenly shut off. Your mind was a clutter of black and white clouds, no thoughts, just the dwarves’ voices as Fíli continued, and the others joined in. 

In hindsight, you can’t tell just why you’ve been so shocked. It wasn’t unlikely for you to break out into song, too. At any random time, a tune would appear in your head, and it would start as a hum and end in a performance. 

But this - this was just something entirely different from your little songs. 

Partly, perhaps, because it had been Kíli to sing the first line.  Kíli who looked more handsome than you’d ever seen someone be, and you’d thought to have seen many beautiful people in your life. Kíli who... 

You couldn’t describe it. You felt stupid even feeling it, never mind thinking about it. So you avoided it as best as you could. You’d simply never felt that way, for nobody. And as his little smiles over dinner had grown into smirks, and even a playful wink, you were either not the only one who felt that way, or really, really obvious. Which was, in fact, possible, because you had no filter for your emotions whatsoever. 

The dwarves cramped into the room, the clean plates and bowls and cutlery on the table, the song ended with Bilbo barging through and staring at the pile. 

Kíli stood closest to you, laughing the loudest. You didn’t need to look up at him to know. Though after a few heartbeats, you felt his hand on your back, and did so regardless of the embarrassing warmth spreading through your body. 

“Kíli ”, he said, and you chuckled. “Kíli Durin.”

For a moment, he looked as though he awaited an explosion. You did, too. So this was his way of officially introducing himself as a prince. Instead of giving him the shocked expression he’d been expecting, the retreating, the sly bow and the embarrassment perhaps, you just smiled. 

“I know”, you told him, and you did. You’d figured it out early enough in the evening. “Prince Kíli Durin, who magically breaks out into song and has the worst manners I’ve ever seen. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Will you ask me to dance now and then kiss the back of my hand and propose in front of everybody?”

You laughed at your own bad humour, but found his smile quite breathtaking. And, his actions, too, as he actually did lift your hand and kiss the back of it. 

Your cheeks grew red.

“I’m sure that we can achieve all of your wishes, but there’s terribly little space in here and perhaps we should take it slow with the marriage.”

[ao3feed-barduil]

Love In a Time of Change

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by myeaglesong

For the longest time, Thranduil has wanted to find a good match for his son, Legolas, to marry. His search leads him to consider Arwen for Legolas to marry, but what if Legolas has already got his eye set on another match that Thranduil may not approve of? What will will happen when Legolas finds out about his father's intentions to marry him off? What would happen when the question of if Thranduil were to marry again was to come up, who could he marry?

Words: 919, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Thranduil (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Elrond Peredhel, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Legolas Greenleaf, Arwen Undómiel

Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien) & Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Inspired by The Hobbit, Oblivious Bard, Thranduil Not Being An Asshole, Eventual Romance, Everyone Is Alive, The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings Fusion, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Eventual Relationships

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[captain039]

PART 2 

In the company of wolves 

Werewolf!Thorin Oakenshield x reader

Some Kili x reader till his uncle smacks him xD

Warnings: Gore, light swearing, werewolf things, ABO, intimacy, sexual things, sadness, angst, anxiety and depression, fantasy themes, slow burn 

Last chapter <-

The morn came slowly, the sun rising rather brightly though. You readied your horse alongside Gandalf, the dwarf company behind you. You heard quiet muttering and Gandalf snickered piping in. 

“He’ll come,” Gandalf said mounting up as the dwarves let out disagreements. You frowned as Gandalf just winked at you making you roll your eyes and mount. 

“WAIT!” 

after some time of slow riding, a hobbit ran your way, the contract rustling in the wind as he ran. 

“Wait! I signed! I signed” Bilbo panted handing the contract to Balin. The dwarf grabbed his eyeglass and read over quickly. 

“All is in order” Balin grinned making you smile. 

“Get him a pony!” Thorin yelled. 

The hobbit declined but was put on a pony anyway. You chuckled as he rode awkwardly, holding the reigns up, body stiff as he stared in slight fear. 

“Mister Baggins,” you said slowing your horse to be in pace with him. 

“Hm, yes?” He asked looking at you. 

“Relax your arms,” you said and he did. 

“That is- much better” he stated making you chuckle. Something whizzed past your head making you flinch. 

“What-?” You stuttered as pouches flew by. 

“What’s going on?” You asked Gandalf. 

“There was a bet placed, to see if Master Baggins would in fact show” Gandalf grinned. 

“Did you think id come?” Bilbo asked as a coin pouch rushed past and into Gandalf’s hand. 

“I never doubted you” he chuckled making you sigh. 

You heard a low huff, the prince in front of you tense and annoyed. You glanced to Gandalf who shrugged and moved ahead. 

As night fell the company stopped to set up camp. You helped Fili and Kili tend to the horses while the rest set up the fire and food. 

“I didn’t mean to move away from you” Kili was by your side quickly making you jump. 

You didn’t answer and continued brushing down the pony. 

“Thorin he-“ before Kili could speak again Thorin called him making the young dwarf groan. You frowned slightly as he trudged off before looking to the king. His gaze was still stern and hard as he watched you. 

You looked away unable to handle the intensity of his stare, did he have something against you? 

You sat quietly as the dwarves ate, the stew was nice, a little help from Bilbo and it was better though. The hobbit was sneaky about it, you saw his gag when he tried it, he snuck in some herbs and mixed it before giving it an approving nod and sitting down. The two brothers were the loudest, they couldn’t sit still unlike the rest of the dwarves. 

“Kili, Fili” Thorin said in warning, his voice deep. It affected everyone, besides Gandalf, you tensed kept your head down and flushed a bit. You weren’t around many alphas growing up, certainly not king werewolf ones. He often used his warning voice when the brothers were acting up, they were like wolf cubs you supposed, too energised. 

“Excuse me” you muttered to the hobbit who hummed in response. You laid your bowl down and went into the tree area. You walked a little ways away needing to relieve your bowls, these dwarves were used to each other and it didn’t bother them, you however needed privacy. 

“What are you doing?” You jumped while untying your pant strings. 

“Gods!” You said seeing the king. 

“I am going to the toilet,” you said flushing furiously. The alpha jolted a bit, embarrassment coming over his face as he apologised and left. 

You let out a breath trying to calm your heart as you moved a little further away and relieved yourself. 

You went back to the fire, cleaning up your bowl and spoon, making sure to keep your eyes on the ground. You went to your bedroll, shuffled through your bag as you grabbed some scent blockers and heat reducer herbs. You mushed the herbs together after rubbing on your scent blocker and went to the fire. You filled the small cup with water and heated it for a bit. 

“What’s that?” One of the dwarves asked. 

“Uh-“ you gulped a bit. 

“A heat reducer” you muttered taking it from the fire so it could cool. 

“Oh,” the dwarf said embarrassed. 

“Goodnight,” you said quickly going to your bedroll. You drank the tea before making a gross face. 

“Gross” you muttered flicking out the shrivelled leaves and placing the cup back in your bag. 

You laid down finally looking at the stars, it had been a while since you went out and laid under the stars. 

Your little home hidden from anybody’s eyes was all you really knew. Gandalf sometimes took you along to see the elves or the kingdom of men. Gandalf didn’t really raise you, actually when you visited the elves usually one of them would teach you new things, you could speak elvish, just not very well anymore. 

A howl broke out startling your thoughts as a couple of the dwarves chuckled. You frowned counting them as you noticed Kili missing and his brother pouting. Thorin looked displeased as always and sighed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. 

You were a little scared, was that Kili who howled? Had he transformed into a wolf and ran off to eat something? You shuddered a little at the thought and turned onto your side trying to get some sleep. 

As Morning rose you jolted awake by the sound of soft snickering. You opened your eyes and sighed rolling onto your back, the sun glaring in your face. You grumbled with displeasure and sat up, rubbing your eyes in the process. 

“Good morning princess” one of the dwarves spoke, Dwalin by the sounds of it. 

“Not a princess” you grumbled, you and mornings were not fond of each other. 

“Slept like one” that was Kili who spoke. 

“I’m not the one who went out and howled” you spoke without thought and the dwarf laughed. 

“Did I scare ya?” He said and you glared lightly. 

“Come on, we’ve lost too much daylight,” Thorin said making you feel bad. 

On the trail again you could feel Thorin's eyes burning holes into the back of your head like you had slowed them down by ten days. 

“You could’ve woken me up” you muttered to Gandalf. 

“Thorin's going to burn holes in the back of my head” you added and Gandalf raised his brows. 

“It was Thorin who told us to let you rest,” he said quietly and you frowned. 

“That’s very doubtful,” you said and he gave his raised brow look again. 

“Very” you muttered as he shrugged. 

As the camp was set up again you wondered if any of the dwarves would go out again and transform. You wondered what they looked like, only ever hearing stories of them. You had grown a little closer to Kili, he was a fun dwarf, a little loud but he always teased and joked around. 

A howl came out through the night startling you, that wasn’t a normal howl. 

“What was that?” Bilbo asked standing up. 

“A warg,” Kili said. 

“A what?” Bilbo said stuttering. 

“An orc pack” Fili added. 

“Orc pack? There are orcs out there” he pointed to the forest and the dwarves nodded. 

“Be careful” Kili had an evil smirk on his lips. 

“They hunt at night, could scoop anyone up” he added and you saw the hobbit gulp. 

“You know nothing of the devastation of orcs” Thorin quickly butted in, anger laced in his voice. You froze a bit looking to the ground like the brothers before Thorin walked to the edge of the cliff area. 

“Was a joke” Kili muttered. 

“Thorin's seen a lot of the destruction of orcs laddy,” Balin said. 

“Knows every second of it” Balin muttered glancing at the prince. 

“He was there when Azog charged on the mountain” You looked to Balin as he spoke. 

“The pale orc had rallied an army, stormed on the mountain, Thror had been slain that day, Thrain clouded by grief went missing, but Thorin, he stood and faced the pale orc, with nothing but a piece of oak in his hand, he fought till he sliced the orcs hand off” You stared wide-eyed a bit before looking to the back of the king. 

“What about Azog?” The hobbit asked. 

“That filth died long ago from his wounds” Thorin turned and walked back to the group. You glanced to Gandalf who looked sceptical of the statement-making you tilt your head at him. He shook his head softly as the questioned wondered silently. 

“Get some rest,” the king said going to his bedroll. 

“Night” you muttered to the two brothers. 

“Goodnight” Kili smiled. 

“Night,” Fili said.  

You laid on your bedroll, grabbing your blocker oil and rubbing it into your skin. 

“Why do you do that?” You glanced to the hobbit. 

“Do what?” You asked confused. 

“Put on whatever that is,” he said pointing to the tin in your hand. 

“Oh, this is a scent blocker,” you said and he tilted his head. 

“Why would you need to block your scent?” You smiled at the hobbit, he seemed so innocent. 

“Alphas specifically are affected by my scent as an omega, I do it so the group won’t be bothered by it and men in the world see an omega as an object, your scent is like a magnet to horrid men” you trailed off sadly. 

“I’m sorry,” Bilbo said looking embarrassed. 

“It’s all right, you didn’t know” you shrugged placing the tin back in your back. 

“And the tea? It makes you not have a heat?” You smiled slightly at his curiousness, maybe he’d never met an omega, or maybe hobbit omegas were different. 

“Doesn’t quite do that, more like prolongs the not having it, if that makes sense?” you said and he nodded. 

“Sorry again,” he said looking away. 

“It’s fine Bilbo” you chuckled. 

“Never met a human omega I’m assuming” you laid down. 

“No I have not, hobbit omegas are, different,” he said and you nodded. 

“Each race is different” you shrugged yawning. 

“Goodnight Bilbo,” you said. 

“Goodnight Y/n” he returned as you closed your eyes. 

You awoke a little startled for some reason, you sat up, everyone else was sleeping. You held your head as it spun a little. You stood from your bedroll and went to the edge and sat so your feet dangled. It was still nighttime, you weren’t sure when you fell asleep. You sighed head still spinning slightly as you looked out to the forest. You froze though, two blue eyes on you. They shimmered in the shadows, you didn’t dare look away in case it pounced. 

You wanted to alert someone but those eyes seemed familiar almost. 

“You ok?” You jumped when Kili spoke, the eyes disappearing. 

“Yeah, sorry if I woke you” you whispered shaking your head slightly. 

“What did you see?” He asked sitting by you. 

“Eyes” you muttered and he frowned glancing at the group. 

“Seemed familiar almost” you shrugged as Kili only nodded. 

“Why are you up?” You asked softly looking at him. 

“Didn’t sleep in the first place” he said and you frowned. 

“You all right?” You asked and he nodded. 

“We wolves don’t need as much sleep as we get” he grinned and you chuckled softly. 

“Course you don’t” you mumbled looking back to the forest. You wondered about them, their wolf side. 

“You have questions,” he said nudging you gently. 

“I’ll be intruding if I ask” you chuckled. 

“I don’t mind” Kili shrugged making you shake your head. 

“Curious about our wolves?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Ask away,” he said leaning back a grin on his face. 

“It’s ok, I don’t want Thorin to get mad for me intruding,” you said jokingly. 

“He won’t” Kili whispered leaning back forward. 

“Our secret?” He grinned making you shake your head with a smile. 

Kili happily answered your questions, you spoke till dawn before everyone finally woke up and began to move again. It was nice to have someone to talk to, always alone in that little cottage, only seeing people at the markets, even then you had to keep a low profile, but here, almost felt like you could be yourself. 

You had burning eyes on you again though, you glanced back seeing a stern-faced Thorin staring at you. You didn’t know what you had done, maybe he didn’t like you talking to Kili? Asking questions? 

You didn’t know. 

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