#affectionate puppy love bilbo

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

This wasn’t an official request but after @yacrimago​ did this wonderful wolf pic for my Reverse Werewolf AU, I couldn’t resist! 😍 So here’s a little drabble for what happens to werewolves during the Blood Moon!

Fic Universe: Cursed

Warnings: N/A

Words: 1390

By the Light of the Blood Moon

Bilbo had never hunted with another being before. However, he found running with Beorn to be exhilarating. Whether the massive bear asked him to because he did not trust the wolf around his animal companions or because he too sought the camaraderie of a fellow shifter, it did not matter to Bilbo. The foreign concept of “pack” was one he was trying to form with the dwarves, but definitely felt within reach patrolling the valley with Beorn. For once, Bilbo was truly enjoying his time as a wolf. 

Beorn finally came to a stop atop a boulder where he could see far and wide. Bilbo fell to his side, tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting hard as he let the cool rock help bring his heart rate back down. Beorn made a snuffling noise as he cocked his head at Bilbo. His body froze, alert and quiet as he tried to assess what Beorn wanted him to see. When he repeated the motion, Bilbo got up to stand next to him. Beorn’s eyes went up, and when Bilbo’s followed he finally realized what had caught Beorn’s attention.

The moon. A full moon was due within the next couple of days.

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Bilbo was lapping at the milk presented to him in a bowl trying to maintain his dignity even as his hackles raised at the ‘house pet’ treatment. Almost as if sensing Bilbo’s anxiety, Thorin reached over to pet him behind the ears. While it didn’t ease his feelings of being treated like an animal, he did find comfort in the gesture. More and more he found comfort anytime the dwarf king was near. 

Beorn was explaining to the dwarves why Bilbo would not be joining him on tonight’s patrol. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he saw Thorin’s shoulders relax. It gave him pause. He knew Thorin had bristled at the idea when Beorn had first suggested it, but he had no idea that the dwarf had been that bothered by his late night explorations.

“It’s not just a full moon, but a blood moon, I fear.” Gandalf huffed around his pipe.

“What does that mean?” Fili was the first to ask.

“Will Mr. Boggins not turn back now?” Kili added with concern.

“His body will turn, his mind not so much.” Gandalf warned. “With normal werewolves they still have the killer instinct making them a danger to everyone.”

Fifteen sets of eyes landed on Bilbo making the wolf shrink and whine, his tail tucked between his legs. Gandalf’s face lit up with a smile, his eyes twinkling bright. 

“With our dear Mr. Baggins though, I see very little reason to worry.”

The subject was dropped at that point and conversation resumed, but Bilbo still felt just a touch of dread as the shadows began to lengthen. What if he really did turn into a monster? A monster in hobbit form. He’d never had to consider his behavior as different in his wolf form before. It has always felt like himself. Just with different…instincts. 

Bilbo smelt the familiar and welcome scent of the forge and mountains, alerting him to Thorin’s presence far before he heard him. It wasn’t enough to get him to move from his spot in front of the window. Fingers curled in his fur, touching on that hard to reach spot just at the back of his head.

“It will be okay.” Thorin promised. “No one is worried you’ll suddenly have a desire to kill us all.”

Bilbo flicked an ear.

“Maybe eat anything you can get your hands on…”

Bilbo grumbled at Thorin’s jest as he sunk down on his paws to glare up at him. His tail slowly moved back and forth at the dwarf’s bright smile. 

“In all seriousness though, I trust you.”

It was words that Bilbo held close to his heart almost like a prayer as the sun finished its cycle and the large, burning red moon took its place. Bilbo flinched as he felt his skin tighten around him. He hunched in on himself as forepaws were replaced with hands, and a lone howl was pulled from him which turned into a shout. He shook off the last of the tingling sensation, moving to stand on his own hobbit feet again. 

“Bilbo?” Thorin asked hesitantly.

Bilbo felt his ear cock before turning to look at him. Every feature of the dwarf he was able to make out even in the low interior light, including his incredulous expression. Bilbo felt his tail begin to wag as he approached the dwarf. Wait. His ears, his tail…

“Uh…I’m guessing this doesn’t usually happen then?”

Bilbo gave a cry of alarm as he reached back to feel his wolf tail still attached. Same as his ears. Footsteps came running at the sound, and Bilbo quickly started backing up, his tail between his legs, and his ears flat against his skull as he gave a low sound of distress.

“What’s going on?”

“Is Mr. Baggins okay?”

Pretty soon, Bilbo had an audience before him, and it did nothing to soothe his frazzled nerves. 

“Is that…is that what the blood moon does?” Kili choked out.

“He’s downright adorable.” Nori smirked.

“Stop it.” Bilbo demanded, snapping his teeth for emphasis.

“Give him some space.” Thorin demanded. “Dori, do you have Mr. Baggins’ clothing?”

“Uhh, I do. But I’m not sure about the pants now…may have to cut a hole…”

“No.” Bilbo mourned, approaching Dori who managed to stand stockstill in response. “Don’t do that.”

He started pawing at the material until it finally occurred to him that he could just take it. Fighting a blush, he reached for the shirt at least, buttoning quickly under the gaze of so many. He reached for his pants next, but stopped short, uncertain of what to do.

“You know…the shirt is long enough that you probably don’t need the pants.” Fili offered.

Bilbo’s tail wagged just slightly, and that was when he found himself enveloped in a large hug.

“He’s so cute like this!” Kili marveled.

Bilbo gave the dwarf a play growl as he pushed against his iron grip.

“Does he even realize he’s not a wolf right now?” Bilbo heard Dwalin ask.

“I’m not sure.” Thorin admitted.

“I…realize…” He huffed before finally breaking out of Kili’s grip.

He turned to face the young dwarf, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes as he growled. Kili took a slow step forward, and Bilbo immediately ran and jumped on the nearby chair, his tail wagging excitedly. Kili gave Fili a sly look before they both came charging at him. Bilbo took off like a shot, his pursuers right behind him.

“Well.” Bofur commented cheerfully. “He doesn’t seem like he wants to kill any of us at least.”

Thorin found himself disappointed. He had been looking forward to finally having a real conversation with the hobbit-wolf, and now it was looking like he would have to wait until the next full moon. Mahal only knows where they would be by then. Bilbo came running back into the room, and Thorin tried to appeal to the hobbit in him.

“Mr. Baggins? Bilbo, can you come here?”

Bilbo perked his ears as he spun around to face Thorin. His tail gave a small wag before he ran full tilt at Thorin.

“Wait. Wait!”

At the last moment, Bilbo launched himself up at Thorin, and the dwarf naturally caught him only to freeze at the hobbit’s next action. A soft kiss was placed just on the underside of the dwarf’s jaw before another joined it on his cheek. Heat blazed to life on Thorin’s cheeks at the same time he realized he was holding the hobbit’s naked bottom. 

“T-Thorin?” Bilbo came back to himself aghast. “I…”

“There he is!” Kili proclaimed.

With his playmates returned, any semblance of coherent thought was lost again as the hobbit-wolf hybrid tore his way out of Thorin’s arms, running from the boys once more. Thorin just stood there, frozen in place, immune to the jeers and snickers of his fellow dwarves. 

“No, Dwalin. I don’t think he fully realizes he’s not a wolf.” Thorin finally remarked.

At least, he hoped that was the case. He couldn’t even begin to let himself dwell on Bilbo’s actions otherwise.

[beenovel]

A Frankly Hilarious Misunderstanding

Pairing: Kili x gn!reader

Word count: 2,103 (.... I have nothing to say for myself)

Warnings: none, misunderstandings for the purposes of comedy, not angst

Summary: Some minor human/dwarf cultural differences lead to major confusion. (AKA Kili is a himbo that doesn’t understand human customs)

A/n: This was a random shower thought that made me laugh until I slipped and @claraofthepen encouraged me to write.

Thank you to @claraofthepen @elvish-sky and @messiambrandybuck for beta reading!! Y'all are the best <3

Brief background: Y/n and your brother (Will) are humans that Gandalf brought along on the quest. Don’t ask me why, the spooky old wizard is mysterious. In your culture, it’s traditional for the courter to ask a courtee’s older relative if they can court. This will be important later. Also, homophobia isn’t a thing because I said so.

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You lowered yourself onto a log by the fire with a grateful sigh. After a long day of walking, the thought of a hot dinner and sleep (even on the hard ground) was a relief. Thorin had called for everyone to stop right as the sun neared the horizon. This meant you’d had enough light to set up for the night much faster than normal.

Kili sat down next to you. He smiled and despite your exhaustion, you returned the gesture on instinct.

“Here,” he said while handing you a bowl of soup. You knocked your shoulder against his in thanks.

You, Will, Fili, and Kili had become all but inseparable over the past few months of the journey. Being so close in (relative) age, you all got along very well. You and Kili had grown especially close. He flirted with you non-stop and you had quickly fallen in love with him.

The only problem was that while Kili flirted with you quite a bit, he also flirted with everyone. Including your brother, though only occasionally. You were waiting to be sure he actually wanted to be with you, but if he made you wait any longer you were going to ask him despite your doubts. Patience is a virtue, but virtues are overrated anyway.

You looked across the fire to see your brother all but sitting on Ori. Dori did not look particularly happy about this. Your brother, on the other hand, was giggling like a ditzy maid at something Ori had said. You could see how happy Ori was at having made Will laugh, as he was looking at him with a small affectionate smile.

You wanted to walk over and smack their heads together for being so obtuse. Everyone could see how much they cared for one another but they were both too nervous to do anything about it. You had seen your brother face down a lone warg with nothing but a handful of dirt and a stick. And now he quailed at the thought of admitting his feelings for the quiet scribe. Ori seemed convinced that someone as brave as your brother could never love someone as quiet and shy as him.

You shook your head lightly in exasperation. Will had forced you to listen as he lamented his 'unrequited love' countless times. Despite your many, many (many) attempts to convince him otherwise (and all evidence to the contrary) your brother resolutely believed that Ori could never love him the same.

You thought back to the other night when you’d both been on watch.

“I’m just some human,” Will had said as he looked over at Ori’s sleeping form like a kicked puppy. “How could he ever feel the same?”

You had rolled your eyes then and you rolled them again now. Will often told you that one of these days you were going to roll your eyes so far back into your head they’d get stuck. He hadn’t particularly enjoyed it when you strongly insinuated that it would be his fault.

You were so distracted by your brother and Ori, you didn’t notice the nervous breakdown Kili was having right next to you. He was staring into the fire with some intensity while silently moving his lips to the thoughts in his head. His hand was deep in his pocket, worrying a courting bead.

Fili (who no one was paying attention to unlike you, Kili, Will, and Ori, who had the entire company's attention split between the four of you, with varying amounts of exasperation) was watching Kili with much the same expression you were watching Will with. After a moment he leaned over to his brother and whispered in his ear so that only he could hear.

“Go ask, you know what the reply will be. I’m growing sick of watching you two dance around each other and if you don’t ask soon, I'll ask for you.”

Kili turned to Fili with wide, concerned eyes.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Want to bet?”

Kili really didn’t.

Kili turned to you and gently placed his hand on your arm, pulling you out of your (by this point slightly murderous) thoughts.

“Take a walk with me?”

You smiled brightly at Kili.

“Alright”

Kili leads you to a stream the company had stopped near earlier in the day. He was silent the whole way and while silence between the two of you was usually comfortable, you couldn’t help but notice how nervous he seemed.

“Everything all right?”

He smiled.

“Of course Y/n!”

He still seemed nervous but you figured he would tell you when he was ready. You soon came to the small stream and sat down on a fallen log beside it.

Kili took a deep breath and turned to you.

“Y/N, for months I have been quite taken with you.”

The boldness of Kili’s words and how suddenly he said them took you by surprise. Kili, upon seeing your expression, hastily tried to amend his words.

“What I meant to say, erm, is that I’ve fallen in lo-” Kili coughed “I mean, I would like— Mahal Damn it give me a moment.”

Much to your giddy amusement, the young prince stopped his ramblings and took a breath, gathering himself before he spoke again. His voice was level, though his hands still fidgeted and his eyes were downcast.

“(Y/N), your mind and your beauty have enraptured me. I’ve never met your equal in wit and kindness, not in all the years I’ve been on Middle Earth. I ask for your hand in courtship, if it would please you, for it would surely please me.”

The prince glanced up at you and saw the tears in your eyes. His own widened and he began to pull away as he backtracked.

“However, if you were to refuse me, I would understand… I shouldn’t have assumed you felt the same… I mean, I’m so sorry-“ you interrupted the prince's ramblings by throwing your arms around his neck.

“Kili I would love to court you!”

Kili pulled back just enough to smile at you.

“So you’ll let me braid your hair?”

“Of course! Isn’t that pretty much the same thing as asking me to court you?”

Kili nodded.

“Then I’ve already said yes, you silly dwarf! …. Though my brother might be a bit upset.”

Kili frowned and remained silent for a moment before he asked

“Why? I thought he liked me.”

“No, no he does! It’s just, well, you were supposed to ask him first.”

Kili looked at you for a moment in obvious confusion.

“Kili? Are you alright?”

That seemed to break Kili out of his thoughts and he gained a look of determination. He quickly got up and began striding back towards camp.

You sat on the log for a moment looking after him in disbelief before getting up and jogging after him. You caught up to him and moved in front of him to block his path.

“Kili, Kili stop. Where are you going?” You asked him breathlessly.

“I’m going to ask your brother,” Kili said, clearly confused.

“We can do that later, my love.”

Kili took your hands in his and looked up at you.

“If it’s an important human tradition then I would honor it. Your culture and customs are just as important as my own.”

You wanted to argue further, but he was being so sweet and thoughtful you only sighed. You could also tell this was something he was going to be stubborn about.

“Alright.”

You hadn’t even finished speaking before he resumed dragging you back to camp.

You got back to camp and Fili turned to you with a big smile, which was quickly replaced with a frown at his brother’s intense expression.

Kili quickly walked up to Will and got down on one knee in front of him. Will looked over Kili’s shoulder at you and you shrugged. He turned back to Kili when he started speaking.

“Will, would you do me the honor of courting me?”

Will blinked and your jaw dropped. Silence fell over the camp. Everyone looked either at Kili or each other in bewilderment.

Ori stood up beside Will and glared at Kili so intensely that he’d have died on the spot if looks could kill.

“You knew I was going to ask him to court me! How could you?!”

Your brother (who had been looking at Kili like he’d grown a second head) turned to Ori quickly.

“Wait what?”

“Don’t ask me, it’s some sort of human custom!” Kili said.

You, Will, and Ori all began talking at once.

“Why would you - talking about - FIGHT YOU FOR HIM”

Will turned to Ori with an “Again, what?!”

Kili turned back to you with a fearful and very confused face.

“You said I had to ask him first.”

You blinked at him for a moment then burst out laughing so loudly Oin fell off his log.

The rest of the company stared at you in shocked silence for a moment before Will asked you (or maybe just the world at large) a question.

“What’s going on?”

Unfortunately, you were laughing too hard to reply and poor Kili didn’t understand any better than the rest of them.

Dwalin looked at Ori (who had turned a brilliant shade of red) and then moved to stand between Ori and Kili.

“Kili I think you’d better explain what happened when you and y/n were in the woods before Ori bursts a blood vessel,” He said

By now your face was starting to hurt. Kili looked at you in worry before he began.

“When I proposed Y/n said,” Kili paused here and turned his eyes to the sky as he tried to remember the exact wording “Of course, but you have to ask my brother first.”

Will started laughing too, and by this time you were lying on the ground near passing out from lack of oxygen.

Bilbo came to Kili’s rescue as most of the company was doubled over laughing now, having realized what you meant.

“I think what y/n meant was that you have to ask Will for permission to court. Not that you have to ask him to court you.”

You vaguely nodded as you continued to wheeze on the ground.

Eventually, you stopped laughing long enough to get off of the ground and you wiped your eyes. Kili gave you a slightly betrayed look as Fili used your shoulder for support to keep himself from falling over.

Will had managed to pull himself together long before you, so he was only chuckling when he said “Kili, I give you full permission to court y/n.”

He got far more serious as he turned to Ori who was now calm and growing shyer by the second.

“And I would love to court you, Ori.”

Ori smiled and nodded and they went off to the edge of camp to braid each other’s hair.

You noticed Nori was having to nearly physically restrain Dori from storming over to them.

You turned to a bright red Kili. “Aren’t you supposed to be braiding my hair?”

Kili took your hand and slowly began leading you to the edge of camp.

He sat behind you and while you expected to feel his hands in your hair, you didn’t.

“Kili?” You asked.

When he took a moment to respond you turned around to look at him. He was looking at your hair with a strange mixture of longing and sadness.

You sighed.

“Kili, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, I-“

“Are you sure you want to court me?” He cut you off “I would understand if you didn’t, I mean I pretty much ruined the whole thing.”

“Kili” you whispered as you put your hand on his cheek.

“There is no one I’d rather be with,” you said.

“And besides, just think what a wonderful story this will make,” you said with a smile “plus if you hadn’t, Will and Ori might not have ever gotten together.”

He barked out a laugh.

“Those are very good points, ghivashel.”

“I know, I’m the one who made them.”

Kili pulled you in for a soft kiss. It quickly got more heated and your whole body was screaming for you to climb into his lap. Sudden whooping (from the company members) and exaggerated gagging (from Will and Fili) reminded you that you had an audience.

You lightly slapped Kili’s knee and said “get to braiding” as you turned back around.

He did and you reveled in the feeling of his fingers twisting in your hair.

“Now, tell me what ‘ghivashel’ means.”

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[estethell]

Hello my dear, I thought I might as well ask you one in return ;* Have you ever thought about: Smaug is long dead and only left an egg, which hatches when the company enters, because of reasons and a little cute baby dragon emerges from the treasury and starts to follow the dwarrows around, calling them 'mama' How would they react and why

OMG this ask improved my day, really!! It's such a nice thing!!!!! Let’s to answere!!!

Thorin: Obviously, the first dwarf that the little dragon see when it came out of the shell is certainly him. Thorin initially hates the little dragon and wants him dead, tries in every way to get rid of him and not be followed by him, screams at him and chases him when he hears him called “mama”, but the little dragon is very stubborn and does not give up. He even tries to sell him as a pet to humans or elves, but once humans start buying negotiations, he starts having doubts. The dragon is an exasperating and inappropriate creature, but extremely affectionate and easily educated. Thorin notes how the rest of the company becomes attached to the little dragon, and how the latter becomes attached to him. Thorin secretly begins to love when he finds the little dragon curled up on the bed, or runs towards him with bright eyes and the desire to cuddle, and in the end he decides not to sell it anymore. As an excuse use the idea that the dragon is part of the mountain heritage, therefore not salable. Eventually, Thorin becomes attached to the dragon and starts treating it like a small pet.

Dwalin: Initially, when he saw the egg he thought of a nice big omelette, but when he hatched he was very disappointed. His relationship with the little dragon is of mutual indifference, the little dragon intimidated by him, not interested in a small walking furnace that could destroy Erebor again. He tries to convince Thorin to send him away or kill him, but without success, until one day he finds the little dragon stuck in a crack in the rock, surely while trying to catch a mouse. If initially Dwalin had decided to leave him to his fate, the pitiful complaints of the little dragon stir his conscience and he decides to help him. Once released, the little dragon thanks the dwarf by partying and licking him and something in Dwalin's heart melts. Since that day, Dwalin has always been concerned with reserving a caress for the little dragon whenever he sees him around, unable to hide a smile on his face.

Balin: Being a kind soul, Balin loves all the animals of Middle-earth, but the memory of the destruction caused by Smaug is still alive in his mind and does not allow him to love the little dragon correctly. He relates to the animal in a diffident way, always expecting a surprise attack from him and always ready to retract his hand when he caresses it. He agrees with Thorin to sell the little dragon to humans, then he remains perplexed when the king changes his mind deciding to keep it as a pet. In fact he is so cute and sweet, but he is the son of destruction and Balin just can't stand to love him. Then one day the old dwarf sees his brother gently caressing the little dragon, a smile on his face. At that moment Balin realizes that Dwalin and the little dragon resemble each other very much: both are united by a chaotic and violence-prone lifestyle, but in reality they are very good and kind souls. He understands that the little dragon can't pay for Smaug's mistakes, and from that day Balin tries to overcome the trauma and love the little dragon like the puppy he is.

Fili & Kili: (They go together because I don't believe that one exists without the other) . Love at first sight. Not knowing the devastation that Smaug brought to Erebor, the two young dwarves see the little dragon as an exotic and funny animal and a playmate.They get very angry about Thorin's choices, because they now treat the puppy like a dog even if he can speak. They sleep with him, eat with him and try to train him unsuccessfully because he is unable to teach consistent things to an animal. The little dragon ends up considering the two dwarves as brothers and treating them as such.

Ori: Ori is initially scared to death by the little dragon, and runs away every time the puppy approaches. Noticing this, the puppy develops a sort of curiosity towards Ori and starts chasing and looking for him, as if they were playing with each other. Except it's not a game for Ori. Things change when one day the little dragon approaches Ori while Ori is busy drawing something in his notebook. The puppy decides to sit in front of him and stare at him, perhaps waiting for a new escape to play again, and Ori suddenly decides to draw him. After drawing it, Ori looks at the puppy with new eyes and starts to get curious. The little dragon is not scary but very interesting to study and discover, it is also really a very sweet and prone to cuddling puppy. Finally, the two exchange places with Ori chasing the little dragon to draw him or make him wear the new, yet another handmade woolen garment, while the puppy runs away desperately (but secretly very happy).

Dori: He immediately had mixed feelings for that little puppy eager for love. On the one hand, Dori hates him because his race has devastated his old home and it is their fault that his family has suffered from hunger, on the other hand, his inner mother hen pushed him to take care of the little one and educate him.  But being Dori, the second part prevailed.The little dragon prefers not to be in close contact with Dori, even if he loves him as well as every other member of his "family", because the dwarf requires impeccable behavior on his part and is always very careful to educate him correctly. We can therefore define Dori the true educator of the little dragon, and it is thanks to him if the puppy is able to sit on command, roll, turn on himself, use the handkerchief at the table and clean his feet on the mat before entering the rooms by night. Dori is currently working on teaching the puppy how to make good tea.

Nori: For Nori, that egg meant only one thing: money, a lot of money! He was one of the biggest supporters of the idea of selling the dragon to someone, no matter who and no matter how, the only important thing was the money they would receive in return. Initially, Nori had no interest in the puppy that hung around him, clearly attracted to his hair. Although a small dragon, he was a cub and Nori had neither time nor desire to waste time with him. But things changed when the little dragon started talking. He said a few random words, mostly “mama” headed for Thorin, but one day he learned a new word: Nori. When he heard the dragon's puppy voice say his name, the thief's heart melted. He reminded him of when Ori was born and said his first words, of how he was shaking the sparse beard he had at the time and smiling at him with adoring eyes. His little, beloved little brother had grown up, and although he was not a hen like Dori, he had always felt nostalgic for those times when his family was still united. Therefore, Nori started treating the little dragon like a younger brother to look after and teach all the dirty tricks of life.

Bofur: After the initial fear, and moved by pure wonder, Bofur immediately loved the little puppy as it happened with Bilbo. In fact, the miner didn't find so much difference between the little dragon and the little hobbit, both of them so cute and tender, sweet and funny, and often Bofur was wrong with the names and called Bilbo with the name of the puppy and vice versa, much to the disappointment of the hobbit and amusement from the rest of the company. Despite efforts to restore the kingdom, Bofur always finds some time to devote to the puppy to play or simply pamper him and put him to sleep on his legs. Bofur had always hoped to one day become a caring and loved uncle, and he was finally satisfied.

Bifur: The long glances that the little dragon and Bifur launch from time to time have become legendary, enough to scare the company itself. When it happens, the two suddenly stop doing what they were doing and stand still and stare at each other, as if they were communicating in secret and silent language with their minds. They can remain in that state for tens of minutes, while the others continue to walk around them. When the magical moment is interrupted, the little dragon always flaps its wings and yawns, while Bifur approaches and caresses his head, and then leaves. Oin still hasn't found a scientific explanation for it.

Bombur: Needless to say, the little dragon is always looking for Bombur because the latter always has a good treat for him. Bombur loves to cook for the puppy and loves to see him fill his belly with taste, and has always been in favor of keeping the puppy in the mountain, after realizing that it was not possible to eat the dragon. But luckily, the puppy doesn't know about this little detail and they both love each other.

Gloin: Gloin hates that puppy. He hated him right away, ever since he saw he was a little dragon. He sought any pretext to kill him, and to convince Thorin to do the same or give him away. It is because of his race if Erebor had been destroyed, if he had been forced to wander like a beggar, if Gimli had been born far from his homeland and if he was not now with his family. But on careful analysis, one day when he had been forced to nurse the little thing, the little dragon behaved exactly like Gimli as a child. Same looks, same lines, same way of playing... So Gloin hates the little dragon, but now in a totally different way: he hates him because the puppy reminds him too much of his son and can't help but love him and spoil him when he can.

Oin: A mystery, really a mystery that egg and then that puppy. How Smaug, an adult male dragon, could hatch an egg was a real mystery to Oin. To answer his curiosity, Oin immediately accepted the puppy and pushed the others to do so, so as to have the little one around and be able to study it with a scientific eye. He also always loved animals, even though this was a dragon and he had bad memories about dragons. But the little thing always warmed his bed before going to sleep and often positioned himself at his feet to keep him warm, so Oin couldn't really hate him.

Bilbo: Another dragon no! Bilbo was still shaking from the experience with Smaug and he didn't really want to repeat such a thing, even with a dragon cub. He also could not stand his smell, the puppy drooled and dirty everywhere with his dirty paws. But he was a very sweet puppy and Bilbo immediately fell in love with him, not being able to hate him when it was such a sweet thing. And then Bofur always misspelled their names, and even though Bilbo was furious with the dwarf he was secretly proud to be associated with such a cute dragon cub, and certainly so strong and fearless when he grew up.

Ok sorry for the poem and for all english mistakes xD I hope you like this!

[winchesterandpie]

Part of the Company Part 2 (Thorin x Reader)

Pairing: Eventual Thorin x reader

Word Count: 1798

Warnings: None

A/N: Well, there wasn’t really much response to part one, so I might just post the parts that I already have written, but I don’t know that I’ll work on further parts if no one wants to read it. I’ll give it a couple more parts before I officially decide, but just so y’all know where we’re at. ANyways, in this part, you see a bit of that relationship, but it’s still just getting going. We’ll get some action in the next couple of parts, I promise! As always, feedback is GREATLY appreciated, and the gif is not mine!

Part One

Going outside, I found Obsidian in the line of ponies and stroked his soft muzzle before giving him an apple, which he slobbered over, as most ponies do. When he nosed my cheek, looking for more, I simply shrugged. “No more, buddy,” I murmured to him. At this, he seemed unendingly disappointed, giving me a puppy-dog-eyed look. Or as close as a horse could get, at least.

“You know me far too well, Dian,” I chuckled as I pulled a second apple from the pocket of my trousers and fed it to him. The stallion bumped my shoulder with his muzzle affectionately before he took a bite out of the apple, his way of showing me appreciation, as well as saying, Of course I do. We ponies know all. I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at his feigned somberness.

“Yes, everything except how to get the apple out of my pocket for me, it would appear,” the horse snorted and rolled his eyes, if a horse could be said to do so.

Aye. But I certainly knew how to get to this place better than Thorin, the pony behind me nickered.

“Didn’t everyone?” I asked Thorin’s bay stallion, feigning an air of being utterly mystified. That drew as close to a laugh as can ever have been said from the entire line of ponies as they rattled their manes and snorted in horsey laughter. Did you come here for something besides giving us apples? Obsidian had a keen eye, and he knew I hadn’t come solely to give him a treat.

“Yeah, I came back for my iPod,” I replied to the horse. D’you think you can find it in that mess you call a pack? He turned his head, almost raising an eyebrow as I started digging through one saddlebag. It was hardly another moment before my hand found it and my earbuds, pulling both out to display to the horse.

“I think I can manage,” I chuckled good-naturedly. This time, anyways.

“Goodness, Dian! Must you always have the last word?” I said in mock irritation, turning back toward the house. It seems I must. No one else is quite witty enough to take my place. When I turned back to look at him, he was exuding an air of innocence in his quiet boasting. I was still chuckling when I went around and climbed up on top of the little hill that made up Bilbo’s house, sitting back peacefully with my earbuds in my ears.

“I thought I might find you up here,” a deep voice broke me from the spell of the song I had been listening to, and I realized suddenly that it was much later than I had intended to go back.

“Sorry, Thorin,” I looked at the ground sheepishly, not needed to see him to know that the voice belonged to him. “Must’ve gotten lost in the song.”

“You’ve no need to apologize, least of all to me,” he said, sitting next to me. “Has it still not run out of… battery did you call it?”

“Yes, battery,” I smiled at his hesitation of things that were known only in my world. “And no. It still has full charge. Though I’ve no idea how.” With a grin and a shrug, I settled back again, this time with my earbuds out of my ears. We sat together in silence for a moment, but not a heavy one. Rather, the quiet between us was companionable, as though we didn’t need the words to be at peace with each other. And I didn’t mean that in a romantic way. There had never been anything like that between us. Simply good friendship.

Well… until a few months ago, that is. That was when I had realized that I had started to feel something more toward this particular dwarf, perhaps stemming from our long years of friendship, and perhaps not. Either way, I had kept such thoughts to myself, not wanting to lose the wonderful friend I had made in an attempt to turn it into something more.

“As much as I like to just sit next to you, I’ll have to admit - that’s not the reason I came up here,” Thorin’s voice brought me back into reality, and I turned to look at him. “I still need to apologize. Or at least, based off your look, I assume so.”

“I’m not the one who needs apologizing to,” I replied simply, with a hint of a shrug.

“I know, but you are the one who glared.”

“So? I glare at a lot of things,” we shared a laugh at this, knowing it to be true. I had often glared at objects or people that were irritating me at that particular instant of time.

“But rarely at me,” he raised an eyebrow at me with a grin, and I had to admit he was right.

“Fair point,” I chuckled again. “But then, I rarely have cause to.”

“All the more reason to apologize on those rare occasions, then,” Thorin was still smiling at me. Not for the first time, I wondered if he felt something of the same sort as what I felt for him. But, also not for the first time, I pushed such thoughts away, deeming them impossible.

“And so, I have come to say,” he paused briefly, gathering his words. “I do sincerely apologize for the frustration I have caused a lovely maiden, and hope that she can find it in her heart to forgive a stubborn dwarf his foolish misdeeds.” Looking at him again, I smiled softly, reaching out to brush my fingers over his hand, as had been a gesture of friendship these long years.

“You must think very little of this ‘lovely maiden,’” I started, hiding my amusement as I saw his expression fall before I continued, “if you think that a small trifle like that will prevent her forgiveness. Perhaps I should go and find this lovely maiden and tell her how poor your opinion of her is.” After I finished, the smile was back in his eyes and Thorin’s arm slid around my shoulders, pulling me close to him.

“Somehow, I don’t think you’ll have to go far to find her,” his deep voice’s rich tonality vibrating from his torso through my head and shoulder.

“Well, I certainly don’t see any so-called ‘lovely maidens’ sitting around here. Do you?” I shoved the side of his chest with my shoulder playfully, and when he started chuckling, I about dissolved into giggles, relaxing my head against his shoulder.

“In fact I do,” I felt his cheek settle against the top of my head as the sounds of his amusement slowed to a stop.

“Where on earth did you find one?” I raised a hand to my brow, as though I were shading them to look off into the distance as I squinted.

“Not over there, silly,” I felt the deep rumble of his laughter again as I rolled my eyes with a shake of my head. I was very glad to have seen him this relaxed before the quest began, knowing that the stress would only build as we got closer to the mountain, and knowing him well enough to know he would refuse to share the burden. Neither of us could hear the dwarves inside the house betting on when Thorin would ask to court me as they claimed sleeping spaces for the night, fortunately for them.

“We should probably go get some rest. We have to start out early tomorrow morning,” Thorin sighed after a long moment of peaceful silence had passed between us.

“I suppose so,” I replied, though neither of us made a move to stand immediately. It took a minute before Thorin stood, taking his warmth with him before offering me a hand up and then helping me down the side of the house.

“I cannot wait to see the mountain again,” I grinned at Thorin as we walked back to the door.

“Neither can I,” he returned my smile, squeezing my shoulders slightly before we went back inside to the room where the company were setting out bedrolls, me grabbing my cloak on the way.

“Thanks, Fee,” I said gratefully when I saw that Fili was finishing setting out my bedroll for me. He looked up at me with a wide grin, as did his brother next to him, who was apparently setting out Thorin’s bedroll right next to mine, and we had thanked them at the same time.

“Not a problem Au-- y/n,” he replied, covering up his small slip with a cough.

“What were you going to call me?” I asked, curious what he was hiding. After all, the slip up sounded suspiciously like he was going to call me Auntie…

“Nothing,” he said, far too quickly for it to be true, his and his brother’s cheeks dusting over with a tinge of pink. I decided not to question him further, figuring I wouldn’t get any more out of him, at least not tonight.

“Uh huh, sure,” I replied as I sat down on the edge of my bedroll to pull my boots off, my tone ensuring that he knew that I was by no means fooled. Fili and Kili moved away to their own bedrolls as the whole company settled in for the night.

“Cold?” Thorin’s voice interrupted my thoughts on what Fili could possibly have meant.

“Hmm? Oh, no. I’m fine,” I replied, looking over at him as he sat next to me. “I was just going to use it as a pillow for tonight.”

“Ahh, makes sense,” the dwarf nodded as he understood my plan, watching me fold up the dully colored cloak. Finally lying back, I allowed myself to stretch out fully, letting out a groan as my sore muscles unclenched fully. I tried, I really did try to muffle my groan so that Thorin wouldn’t hear, knowing full well he would keep me up even longer asking if I was alright when all I wanted was to sleep, but the muscles were just a little too sore.

“You alright?” he asked softly, his brow furrowing in concern as he leaned over me.

“Fine, just sore is all,” I replied tiredly, my eyelids already drooping. “Y’know you don’t have to worry over every scrape, bruise, or sore muscle I get, right Thorin? I can take care of myself.” As much as I liked his attention, I didn’t always like when he was overprotective, feeling constricted because of it.

“I know,” he chuckled to himself. “I know.” That was the last thing I heard before sleep claimed me, and I wasn’t ever sure if the gentle press of lips on my forehead was a dream or reality.

PART THREE

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Okay ... *pokes out head*

Well, I have synesthesia that is auditory-visual. So, I can totally tell whose talking with about 80% accuracy (20% goes to sound distortion in the stairwell).

I pace a ton when I talk - especially when I get on something that I find particularly interesting. My students have learned my special interests by proxy and know how to get me off topic. But, hey, we’re all learning. I LOVE Tolkien and my Hobbit unit is my child! I’ve worked so hard on that unit. It is full of all my special interests. Ugh! It’s my baby.

I know sometimes it’s hard for me to understand when kids are sarcastic vs. being serious. This lead to the affectionately named “confused puppy face.” I cock my head to the side and raise my eyebrows. I know I also sometimes take things kids and parents say too personally because it’s hard for me to separate their anger/frustration with something that’s not at all my fault with something I’m doing wrong.

However, I really empathize well with kids who have big emotions, and I’ve found they think I have good advice. I probably do because I have life experience in that regard. I also break gender roles a lot in literature because I don’t really see them. Tolkien my use he pronouns for Bilbo Baggins but, in my mind, he’s really just me. Lol.

Those are the ones I can think of off the top. But, that’s a great question. :D

Hi! I just found your YouTube channel while scrolling through the autism tag. I was/am a late diagnosed autistic person who is also a teacher! I have been looking for other autistic teachers and now I found another! Yay! You’re super cool and relatable. I’m gonna go hide now. :D

ANOTHER SAME HAT PERSON YEEE

Hi friend! I'm super excited to find another autistic late diagnosed teacher. I'm ☺ to know you think im cool...im so used to being called wierd that cool is a delightful change!

DONT GO HIDE COME BACK. ❤

A question for you (you don't have to answer) but do you notice ways that your autism affects your teaching (good or bad)? I should do a video about that later actually....