#bilbo is mentioned too the hobbit sweetheart

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my sweet sweet babe can you do a story where Eddie is a single dad of twins who are maybe in like 5th grade and Reader is Steve’s sister who works at the library and that’s where he meets her? Their names can be whatever you want!❤️❤️❤️

Hiii lovey!! So I am just now noticing you said 5th grade and not them being 5 so I am very sorry about that😂🙈 I went with them being 5 and this is very short but it’s to give you an idea of how a story like this could go? To test the waters if you will? I hope you enjoy💖

*The girl’s names are super random and can change if you have something you like better! It will 10000% not hurt my feelings if you hate the names lol*

*Eddie just wants to take his girls to get some new books but as always they have other ideas*

“Daddy is not going to let you get all those.” You place your hand over your mouth to cover your giggle as you see two little girls walk past you, both with their arms full of books.

“He will too they are his favorite.” You slowly follow behind them with your cart full of books to place back in their correct spot on the shelves. You can’t help but notice the section of the library they wondered out of, science fiction, which wouldn’t be an issue if they didn’t seem to be no older than maybe five or six.

“How do you know? You can’t even read.” The blonde one stops in her tracks and turns so she’s glaring at her brunette haired sister.

“Now that’s just rude.” You’re about to ask the little girls if they need help finding their dad when all of a sudden someone rounds the corner and lets out a dramatic sigh when he sees them.

“It’s about time.” He says as he reaches down and fixes the bow in the blonde girl’s hair that’s keeping half of it up while the rest flows freely past her shoulders. “I was about the send out a search party.” The girls laugh as he kneels down so he’s eye level with them. “Let’s see what we’ve got here….Rachel first since she’s the one who asked oh so nicely to visit the library in the first place.” The brunette little girl grins as she hands the man her pile of books.

You lean against your cart as you watch the interaction between the three of them. Rachel is all smiles as the man who you can only assume based on how all three of them have the same curly hair and big brown eyes is their dad, looks over her selection of books putting one in a stack next to his converse covered foot. The other little girl is patently waiting her turn but also smiling as her dad puts another book on the stack next to his foot.

“Excellent choices sweetheart but I say let’s maybe stick with the Harry Potter series for now and let’s save the Hunger Games for another time?” You feel your eyes go wide as he mentions two book series that are usually read by much older kids. Rachel just nods her head and picks up the two books next to his feet, both being Harry Potter books. “Now let’s see what you’ve got going on over here little miss Lydia.” You smile as she proudly hands over her stack of books and the man instantly smiles and nods as he picks up the first book on the stack. “Really? Again? We’ve read it six times already princess.” You see that the book in his hand is the Hobbit and you’re not surprised based on the other little girl’s selections.

“I like Bilbo.” Lydia explains and the man just smiles and puts it on the floor next to his foot, creating another keep pile like he did for Rachel.

“Honey…this is the whole Lord of the Rings trilogy…don’t you want something you haven’t heard before?” Lydia just shakes her head and he just lets out a sigh of defeat as he places the three books on top of the Hobbit. “Okay well let’s help Rachel put her books back that she’s not getting.” With that Lydia grabs one of the books that Rachel picked that didn’t make it to the keep stack as the man picks up the lord of the rings series.

“Told you he’d let me get them all.” Lydia smirks as Rachel just playfully rolls her eyes, you quickly try to act busy so it’s not painfully obvious you just spent the last five minutes watching a man and his little girls pick their next library books.

“Excuse me ma’am,” You turn your head and all of a sudden you’re face too face with the dad and you have to admit he is extremely handsome up close and personal. “Can they give these to you? I’d normally take them back myself but we are running late for someone’s music lessons.” He smiles down as Rachel before looking back up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Oh of course.” Rachel and Lydia each hand you a book and give you kind smiles before they turn and take off towards the front of the library so they can check out their books. “They have great taste.” You joke as you place the first two volumes of the hunger games on your cart full of go backs.

“They do don’t they? At least for two kids who can’t read yet and just make their dad do it all for them.” You laugh making Eddie smile as he moves the books in his arms to one side so he can reach his hand out towards you. “I’m Eddie…Munson.” You make a mental note of his name in your head because you swear you’ve heard it before as you reach your hand out to shake his.

“Nice to meet you Eddie.” You say after you introduce yourself. “I think you’re being summoned.” Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder and low and behold there’s his two girls waving him down and pointing at their wrists letting him know he needs to hurry because they’re already late, not that they are old enough to tell time but they just are impatient and want to leave the library.

“Ah yes my little timekeepers.” You laugh as he looks back at you and smiles. “Nice meeting you…maybe I’ll see you next time?” You’re not sure if he meant to ask it like a question but you just nod making him grin before he turns and heads off into the directions of his girls who are now visibly showing their annoyance of having to wait for him.

[poedameronwifey]

A true home (The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Also Imagine baby Kate with light brown eyes and dark brown hair as well as bit tanner. 

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Third Pov

It's been a few months since they landed in Middle Earth and took up residence by Bilbo. It's been hard for them to adjust to their new lifestyle. It was harder because they were so used to technology so they had to learn how to live without it. They had certain jobs they did everyday. Lilith was in charge of washing the clothes and hanging them out to dry. Kate was incharge of the dishes and washing up. Renée made up the beds and cleaned around the house.

They all helped Bilbo with the garden and shopping. They had to wear different clothes because they couldn't walk around with their clothes due to it being so much different from the rest. They didn't want to stand out any more than they already do.

They managed to get the jobs that Bilbo was talking about not too long after he told them about them. Kate and Renée worked at the tavern and they were able to adjust to that very quickly. They didn't need to work everyday. They only worked 3 days a week because they were still newbies so their boss took it easy on them.

Lilith was babysitting for her neighbour, Maria. Maria was worried at first but after seeing her with the kids she knew that she had nothing to worry about. She became good friends with Lilith and also met Renée and Kate one afternoon when they came to visit Lilith.

They all became very good friends and would often visit her and have tea with her. Bilbo became a father figure to the girls which they all loved as their fathers were unknown to them.

Lilith never knew her father as it was a sore topic for her mom. Kate thought that her dad was already dead as she also lost her mom at a young age due to a sickness. While Renée lost her parents in an accident.

So the girls started to see Bilbo as a father figure and they grew to love him. He was patient and kind to them since they arrived at his door. They also thought he was also very funny.

It kind of reminded them of Kate.

Renée's Pov

I was busy cleaning the counter at the tavern that Kat and I work at because we had a big crowd that couldn't hold their liquor and made a huge mess. Luckily I managed to clean the counter and even the surrounding floor.

Since I was done with my shift and so was Kate we made our way to Maria's house to help Lilith with the little hobbit she babysits. When we got there we saw Maria carrying some bags trying to open the door. So I went to help her to find her keys when Lilith opened the door and we all packed away the groceries.

"Thank you Girls. You are all such sweethearts. I hope you two haven't been working yourselves too hard at the tavern, Renée and Kate. Hmmm? And I hope that the kids behaved and didn't cause much trouble for you, Lilith. They've been more energetic these last few days."

"We haven't been working ourselves too hard, Maria but thank you. Hey, Lilith, we will be waiting for you at Bilbo's while you finish up."

"Kay, I'll see you in a bit, girls." She responded to me as both Kat and I made our way to Bilbo's. Kate stayed in the garden as she loved nature and I made my way inside to tidy up.

Lilith's POV

I shake my head as the girls leave. And then turn my attention to helping Maria with her bags. I start chuckling at her whilst packing the food away in the pantry.

"Oh they've definitely been energetic but it keeps me on my toes. They were angels. I put them to sleep. Hopefully they will actually stay asleep for a while."

We both laughed, knowing that soon those little rascals will be up and about soon but that's what childhood is for. I looked at the time and realised that I had to get back to Bilbo. I hugged Maria and left to head to Bilbo.

I spotted Kate in the garden with her eyes closed. She's been doing that a lot lately. I'm worried about her. She seems to always zone out when Renee and I talk. Now that I mention it, Bilbo's been acting weird lately too. He keeps looking at Kate with curious eyes and if I'm honest, they look alike. Their eyes are the same, their mouths, not to mention their sense of humour.

The only difference is that Kate has darker hair and is more skinny than Bilbo but they could pass as father and daughter. I wonder. What if Bilbo is actually her father. It would make sense.

Bilbo said he lost his wife and daughter when his daughter was two and Kate was two years old when she was brought to the orphanage. The only problem is that she was in our world and Bilbo was here.

I walked up to her and sat by her legs. I felt something hairy touch my arm. I looked and noticed there was hair on the top of Kate's feet. My eyes widened. This can't be some coincidence. Hairy feet, shorter than the rest of us, looks like a female Bilbo but with dark hair and she's beginning to eat like him too. I think Bilbo is her father. But first I need to tell Renée. Maybe she sees the connection and if I'm right, we need to tell Bilbo and Kate.

I got up and walked into the house, looking for Renée. I found her in her room, listening to music on her phone. I closed the door behind me. Renée noticed me and turned her music off, curious about what I had to say.

"Okay what's up? You have that serious I-just-discovered-something-crazy look. Is everything okay sis?" She looked at me with concern.

I hate that she knows me so well. "Ren, do Kate and Bilbo seem alike to you? I mean they sound alike, they act alike, they even look alike despite Kate having darker hair. I just can't seem to get it out of my head."

Renée stayed quieted, probably thinking about the likeness between the two. Her eyes widened in shock as she looked at me, nodding. I knew she had the same hunch I did.

"HOLY SHIT⁈ How did I not see it? They are literally the same person with just a few differences. But wait, how would Bilbo be her father if he was here and she was on Earth this whole time? It's impossible." She paced up and down trying to figure it out.

I realised something. The cave. The cave must've been some kind of portal. Maybe that's how we got here.

"The cave. Think about it. Before we entered the cave, we were back home but after we swam in the pool, we miraculously ended up here, in Middle earth. Maybe it was a portal or something. What if someone brought Kate to our world after finding Kate's mom dead? What if Bilbo's wife is Kate's mom? That would make Katherine a hobbit and Bilbo's daughter. I mean, Bilbo said he lost her when she was two and that's the same age that she was when she was taken to the orphanage before mom and dad adopted her. Maybe we can find some baby pics or something around the house and see if we're right. I know Kate has a baby picture in her bag so we can compare the two."

Renée nodded and we went to Kate's room. We found her bag next to her bed and looked through it. We found the picture we were looking for and studied it very carefully. We went to the living room and found a picture of Bilbo's daughter and we gasped, covering our mouths with our hands. It was identical. Katherine was indeed Bilbo's daughter. We were right. We had to tell them.

We waited until Bilbo came home from shopping. Kate helped him pack away the food in the pantry, laughing at something Bilbo said. I made dinner because I wanted to introduce Bilbo to the kind of food we had back home. Thankfully I still had the recipe on my phone and Renée helped me.

Renée's Pov

We all sat down at the dinner table and I looked at Lilith and nodded.

"Um Bilbo, we have something to tell you and Kate, this involves you as well."

They looked at each other with confusion and nodded for us to continue. Lilith then explained that we noticed them acting alike and how they had some of the same features.

I brought out the two pictures and put it in front of them, hearing Bilbo gasp.

"We think Kate might be your daughter Bilbo. You said you lost your daughter when she was two and that was how old Kate was when she landed in the orphanage. We think that the cave we were at might have been some portal and someone may have taken Kate through it after they found your wife dead as a way to protect her. It's just a theory though. We could be wrong."

I explained as I looked at them.

Bilbo had some tears running down his face and Kate was still in shock, my guess was she was taking it all in. Bilbo then looked at Kate and the picture before shakingly taking her head in his hands.

Kate looked at him with so much emotion,

"My little angel. Is it really you? My little Kate. You look so much like your mother. I knew there was a reason why you felt so familiar. My precious baby girl."

Kate and Bilbo were crying from happiness as Bilbo pulled her in for a hug. Kate gripped his shirt and cried on his shoulder while Bilbo rubbed her head, whispering how happy he was to have his daughter back.

Lilith and I just smiled and let a few tears fall without a care. We then walked to their side and hugged them tight. Bilbo got his daughter back and Kate finally found her father. We stayed like that for a while before letting go and finishing our food, Lilith washed up and I dried off and packed away.

Bilbo and Kate were talking in the living, catching up after being apart for so long. Lilith and I joined them and we all began telling stories about our childhood. We laughed and smiled.

Before we knew it, we were in bed with smiles on our faces. We reunited a father and his daughter after being apart for so long. Now all that's left is for some unruly dwarves and a mysterious wizard to show up. I wonder how that will go. 

[ao3feed-tolkien]

And Back Again

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by Blaise_Under_Hill (Blaise_On_Melancholy_Hill)

Bofur finds that he cannot stay at Erebor, the pain too close and too open for him to bear. So he goes with Bilbo when the hobbit leaves to return home. Dori, Ori, Dwalin and Glóin all join them and together they journey back across Middle Earth toward home. On the way, relationships are built and broken, devotion is put to the test and there are a whole lot of feels.

Rated for sexual content in later chapters.

Words: 2992, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Bofur (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield (mentioned), Smaug (Mentioned), Original Characters, Gandalf

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Bofur, Dwalin/Ori (Tolkien)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Sexual Content, Intimacy, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Background Relationships, Canonical Character Death, Marriage Proposal, Loving Marriage, Roughness, Jealousy, Dwalin Is A Softie, Protective Dwalin, Bofur is a Sweetheart, Ori Is A Sweetheart, Glóin Misses His Wife, Dori Misses Home, Ori and Bilbo Friendship, Minor arguments, Mpreg, Bilbo Faints A Lot

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[allthingsbilbofur]

And Back Again

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by Blaise_Under_Hill (Blaise_On_Melancholy_Hill)

Bofur finds that he cannot stay at Erebor, the pain too close and too open for him to bear. So he goes with Bilbo when the hobbit leaves to return home. Dori, Ori, Dwalin and Glóin all join them and together they journey back across Middle Earth toward home. On the way, relationships are built and broken, devotion is put to the test and there are a whole lot of feels.

Rated for sexual content in later chapters.

Words: 2992, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Bofur (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield (mentioned), Smaug (Mentioned), Original Characters, Gandalf

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Bofur, Dwalin/Ori (Tolkien)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Sexual Content, Intimacy, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Background Relationships, Canonical Character Death, Marriage Proposal, Loving Marriage, Roughness, Jealousy, Dwalin Is A Softie, Protective Dwalin, Bofur is a Sweetheart, Ori Is A Sweetheart, Glóin Misses His Wife, Dori Misses Home, Ori and Bilbo Friendship, Minor arguments, Mpreg, Bilbo Faints A Lot

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[ao3feed-thehobbit]

And Back Again

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by Blaise_Under_Hill (Blaise_On_Melancholy_Hill)

Bofur finds that he cannot stay at Erebor, the pain too close and too open for him to bear. So he goes with Bilbo when the hobbit leaves to return home. Dori, Ori, Dwalin and Glóin all join them and together they journey back across Middle Earth toward home. On the way, relationships are built and broken, devotion is put to the test and there are a whole lot of feels.

Rated for sexual content in later chapters.

Words: 2992, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Bofur (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield (mentioned), Smaug (Mentioned), Original Characters, Gandalf

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Bofur, Dwalin/Ori (Tolkien)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Sexual Content, Intimacy, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Background Relationships, Canonical Character Death, Marriage Proposal, Loving Marriage, Roughness, Jealousy, Dwalin Is A Softie, Protective Dwalin, Bofur is a Sweetheart, Ori Is A Sweetheart, Glóin Misses His Wife, Dori Misses Home, Ori and Bilbo Friendship, Minor arguments, Mpreg, Bilbo Faints A Lot

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[ladylouoflothlorien]

Unexpected Destiny #2

Dwalin x Female!Reader

2110 words

Woah, part two posted in the same week as part one? Who is she I don’t know her. Anyway, here is part two for those of you who seemed to really enjoy this when I posted part one. I’ve got terrible great things planned for the rest of this fic. One final thing before you go on to read so you’re not confused, don’t worry, Dwalin’s conversation with Gandalf will be delivered to you in juicy detail in part 3. Enjoy!

Somehow they’d ended up at Rivendell, much to the chagrin of both the dwarves and [y/n], who had wished to never set eyes upon that place again. When Elrond had first greeted the dwarves, she’d ducked down in the centre of the dwarves and hidden so that he could not see her face, and though the elf had known exactly who she was without being able to see, he’d been kind enough to pretend he hadn’t and that he thought the odd behaviour was a product of the dwarves being overly protective of females.

Whilst the company was settling at Rivendell and the elves left them alone for a bit, [y/n] began to make an effort to get to know the company, though she found herself stubbornly sticking close to Gandalf as often as she could. Consequently, Dwalin had been given little opportunity to ask Gandalf any of the multiple questions swirling around in his brain. Most importantly, he had two main questions that he wanted answers to.

First, why had he felt some kind of reaction when he’d touched the casket’s lid but none of the other dwarves had the same reaction? Second, why did he feel a certain pull towards this human? Although Dwalin wasn’t entirely sure if the second question should really be asked or whether that was something more personal that he should really figure out for himself.

In any case, the first of the two questions continued to bother him more and more as time passed, and Dwalin was determined to get [y/n] away from Gandalf for long enough to interrogate the frustrating wizard.

In order to do this, Dwalin enlisted the help of two of the most mischievous dwarves… the young princes, Fili and Kili. In truth, he threatened them into helping him get [y/n] away from the wizard, but past that he’d left it up to the two young dwarves to come up with exactly how they were going to do that.

[Y/n] had point-blank refused to attend the dinner the elves were hosting for them that night; she still wasn’t ready to face Elrond and any of the other elves who would recognise her. After realising that this was an occasion when [y/n]’s stubbornness would not be out-matched – even by a dwarf – the dwarves all swore to sneak food into various pockets to bring her back enough for a proper meal.

“No member of my company will go without a proper meal.” Thorin’s words were eagerly echoed by the rest of the company, including one extremely insistent hobbit (although given the meal of rabbit food they were about to be served, they’d soon think that none of them were going to get a ‘proper’ meal whilst they were staying with the elves.)

As the company - minus [y/n] – made their way towards where they would be eating, Dwalin couldn’t help but feel a tiny thrill of excitement. This dinner could give him the perfect opportunity to quiz Gandalf without [y/n] being present. Maybe he wouldn’t need the young princes and their ridiculous schemes to distract [y/n] after all. Imagine his disappointment when Gandalf wasn’t even sat at the same table as him. He still enjoyed the dinner, all of the company did. What with the terrible food and their knowledge of the elves’ treatment of [y/n], they tried their best to be as rowdy and disruptive as possible.

Dwalin hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Gandalf at the dinner due to their seating arrangements – yet another reason to dislike the elves – but this unfortunately meant that he now had to rely on the childish schemes of Fili and Kili to get [y/n] away from Gandalf.

Being as they were, in Rivendell, the two princes had to hash out a rather crude plan… or at least they thought they had to. That was until they were discovered scheming by two very special elves – Elladan and Elrohir. The two dwarves were instantly on their guard, naturally. They’d been taught to hate elves since birth, and this had only been reinforced by hearing [y/n]’s story. Despite this, there was a certain energy coming from the two male elves that they related to.

“What are you two doing?” One of the elves asked, only for both Fili and Kili to shoot back at the same time. “Who are you?!”

The response that they received was so startlingly like the way they themselves usually greeted strangers that it almost made their beards fall off.

“Elladan and Elrohir at your service, young dwarf masters.” Though their bows were more graceful and less energetic than the bows that Fili and Kili usually blessed people with, they were still completely synchronised. The two dwarves blinked, looked at each other, then back to the elves before rising to give their own greeting.

Something about [y/n] that should, perhaps, have been mentioned earlier was the fact that she really didn’t like to dress like a lady. There was something about the way that women were treated by most males in middle earth that just got on her last nerve. Sure, there was a level of respect that was nice and she didn’t have to worry about her ‘honour’ when she was around males for the most part, but still, being treated like a delicate flower all the time was pretty annoying. Especially when she’d been taught how to fight by Glorfindel himself.

To try and distance herself from this treatment, [y/n] had taken to wearing what was considered ‘mens clothing’. To the credit of the dwarves, so far they hadn’t treated her any different to how they treated the hobbit, and so [y/n] was satisfied that the way they treated her was more to do with their (mistaken) belief that she didn’t know how to protect herself than her gender. Then again, she’d been put into that casket in her usual get-up of mens clothing and [y/n] believed that it was entirely possible they hadn’t really registered that she was a woman yet.

Why is this information necessary now? I’ll tell you, because this information is necessary to understand the prank that the dwarf brothers and the elf twins had come up with.

[Y/n] couldn’t cling to Gandalf forever – she needed to bathe after all. This could have given Dwalin the opportunity he needed, except [y/n] always bathed extremely quickly and the topics Dwalin wanted to discuss seemed sensitive enough that the thought of having [y/n] burst in during the discussion turned the warrior’s ears pink. So when [y/n] went off to bathe Fili and Kili sprang up and followed after her sneakily, nodding to Dwalin, who got up to talk to Gandalf as soon as [y/n] was fully out of sight.

When Fili and Kili found the room where [y/n] was bathing, they found the two elves they’d sort of befriended already waiting outside for them.

“Here.”

One of the elves – Elladan – handed a bundle of clothes to Kili, whilst Elrohir offered an explanation.

“This belonged to [y/n] when she lived here, so we know it’ll fit.” The two elves laughed quietly, trying to keep their voices down so as to not alert the woman bathing behind the door they were all standing in front of.

The dwarven princes had a look of confusion etched onto their faces that was almost enough to make the elves laugh still more, but they managed to contain themselves. This time, Elladan was the one to explain.

“This dress is the only one left. Lord Elrond kept trying to convince [y/n] to wear her dresses – at least for dinners and special occasions – and he kept replacing her clothes with dresses whilst she was sleeping. In retaliation, [y/n] piled all her dresses up in the courtyard and set them on fire. This dress only survived because it was away being altered.” By the end, both Fili and Kili were grinning widely.

“From the little we know of her, that does sound like something she’d do.” Fili managed to get out through this own half-silent chuckles.

“Enough now.” Elladan quickly hushed everyone. “You haven’t got much time, go now, and hurry!”

As the two dwarves opened the door to the room, Elladan and Elrohir skedaddled, knowing that there would be dire consequences from this little prank and they didn’t want to be caught up in [y/n]’s inevitable anger.

As they crept into the room, the dwarves were relieved to find that [y/n] was facing away from them, and that her pile of clothes was within reach. Fili made a grab towards the pile and at the same time Kili put the folded dress down. The two princes bolted, barely having the presence of mind to try and close the door quietly. They knew they didn’t have long before they were discovered.

[Y/n]’s eyes snapped open. She’d accidentally fallen asleep in the middle of her bath, and now she’d woken up with a strong feeling that something wasn’t quite right. She got out of the bath and dried herself off with the towel provided. It felt strange being back in Rivendell knowing it’d been hundreds of years since she’d been there but it felt like mere hours. It was only when [y/n] went to dress herself that she realised what was wrong specifically.

Fili and Kili had made their way back to the common room where the rest of the dwarves were, gaining a concerned look from Dwalin who was still having hushed conversation with Gandalf in a far corner. The princes merely gave him a thumbs up and mouthed at him to continue.

Moments later, [y/n] came rushing into the common room wearing the very same dress that had been left for her – she couldn’t just run around the place totally naked now could she? Her eyes focused on the two dwarves who she thought were capable of doing such a thing, and not to her surprise Fili was still holding an incriminating pile of clothes on his lap. The two princes instantly sprang to their feet and ran off, though Fili still clutched to the bundle of clothes like his life depended on it.

[Y/n] dashed across the room and hurried after them. The members of the company remaining in the room all laughed and shook their heads before returning to what they were doing before. Well, all except Dwalin, who had been left with a very confusing mix of emotions, and it had taken Gandalf several minutes to snap the warrior back to reality so that they could continue their discussion.

[Y/n] chased Fili and Kili for almost half an hour before the two of them accidentally ran head first into a wall. Kili woke up to see his brother’s body being pulled in all sorts of directions and it looked absolutely back breaking. Kili tried to move but found that his wrists and ankles were bound.

“What are you??”

“I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry!” Fili yelled back, desperately trying to squirm away and failing miserably.

Kili, realising he was next, started yelling that he was sorry as well. [Y/n] paused, holding Fili in a fixed position to look over at Kili.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this.” She raised her hand and dramatically pointed an accusatory finger at the younger dwarf. “Sorry isn’t gonna help you when I kick your ass!!!”

When you marched the princes back to the common room almost an hour later you were dressed once again in your regular clothes, whilst Fili and Kili were stuffed into incredibly ill-fitting elvish dresses. They were sore and felt ridiculous, but they were already formulating a plan to get some type of reward from Dwalin for their suffering.

[Y/n] just looked smug as she dropped herself beside Bilbo and effortlessly slid back into the conversation she’d been having with him before she’d gone to bathe as if nothing had happened.

Dwalin, who had finished his conversation with Gandalf by that point, couldn’t pretend that the manner of the princes’ return didn’t amuse him, though he did feel a tiny bit sorry for them. The other dwarves found it hilarious, and they began badgering Fili and Kili into telling them what happened and eventually, two very grumpy and very uncomfortable young dwarves recalled the events for the rest of the company to hear. All of them went to sleep that night with their cheeks aching from laughter. Dwalin had, of course, also been highly amused when he’d heard the particulars, though he’d found himself more impressed by [y/n]’s display of stamina and strength.

“That’s my kind of woman.” He thought to himself just as he was settling down for the night. Wait… what?!

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Current List of My Bagginshield Fics

There will be more in the future, but this is what I have for the time being!

All She Has Done

Rating: G

Genre: AU, drama, genderbend

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~5,900

Warnings: None

Notes: Fem!Baginshield, in which it has been known amongst the Company from the beginning that Bilbo is a woman, but it is known to only a few that Thorin is, as well

Thorin did not fear that her companions would reject her as a leader if they knew the truth; what she feared was that they would be too quick to sacrifice themselves for her sake, as all Dwarf men seemed to do when a woman was in danger. That was how they had treated Bilbo since she had joined the Company; but while the Hobbit lass seemed to have no problem with being protected, Thorin could not abide by such a thing for her own self.

Bagginshield Drabble Collection

Rating: G

Genre: Various

Chapters: 5/?

Word count: ~500 (so far)

Warnings: None

Notes: Just a collection of 100-word Bagginshield Drabbles!

Collapse

Rating: G

Genre: Hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort

Chapters: 11/13

Word count: ~67,700 (so far)

Warnings: Mentions of character death, peril, see tags for more

Notes: Everyone survived BOTFA; Bagginshield-in-the-shire; been working on this one for a long time and am currently writing the last two chapters

Thorin was closed and quiet, bent low under the weight of Fíli and Kíli's memory. For his two weeks in the Shire, he had never spoken of them, never mentioned their names, never told Bilbo how they had died—but the evening before the Dwarves were set to leave, the walls that Thorin had set up around himself began to crumble.

Fleetwood

Rating: G

Genre: Family, humor

Chapters: 50/50 (complete)

Word count: ~25,600

Warnings: None

Notes: Modern AU; epistolary (journal-form); based on actual events!

A Personal Travelogue Of The Baggins-Oakenshield Family's Summer Vacation In A 35-Foot 1995 Fleetwood Mallard Travel Trailer

Midwinter Reflections

Rating: G

Genre: Holiday fluff

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~5,400

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone survived BOTFA; Bagginshield-in-Erebor

The Company all sit down to celebrate the last day of Yuletide in Erebor by sharing their favorite memories from the year before.

Not So Bad

Rating: G

Genre: Family, humor

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~650

Warnings: None

Notes: Parentshield; Frodo is just a little sprout

When your kid decides to do something quite out of the ordinary, it helps to have an open mind.

The Barber Of Bag End

Rating: G

Genre: Humor

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~3,600

Warnings: None

Notes: AU in which Bilbo is a barber; epistolary (letter-form); not strictly Bagginshield... but it could be!

Dear Mr. Baggins, I am writing in regards to the job for which you advertised your services, and as was relayed to me by a certain wizard by the name of Gandalf the Grey: "Barber wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward."

The Sweethearts Dance

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff, romance

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~1,760

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone-lives; Bagginshield is there, but so too is Barduil, Kiliel, and Figrid; inspired by the song Sweethearts Dance by Pam Tillis

In Dale of old, Men used to celebrate the mid-February holiday of Sweethearts Day with a dancing competition; and seven years after the refounding of the city, the tradition is being revived.

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CHAPTER V

A Kili X OC fanfic

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Tw: Violation towards trolls :), mention of injuries, bruised/broken ribs, but it's not that descriptive, sprained ankle, one of the thousand life or death situations, idk? You know the books and movies.

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Trolls, gold and wizards, you know? Your average Saturday night.

It had been a few days since the company left the comfort of Bilbo's home. Per usual, Raewyn was walking beside the group. Gandalf had offered for her to use his horse, but she had denied his offer a multitude of reasons. The first, and foremost; her height would never allow her to ride a real horse, and secondly; Thorin was still very adamant in tiring her. She would not fall for his stupid goal, nor would she give him the satisfaction of showing him his plan was working. So, she walked alongside the ponies. Besides, Kili had grabbed her bag every day so she would have less to carry, much to her relief.

She had been fairly able to keep up with everyone. That was, until the weather decided that rain was exactly what they needed at the moment. The floor had become slippery, which was exactly that what you don't want when you have to walk for at least ten hours.

"Here, Mr. Gandalf? Can't you do something about this deluge?" Dori asked over the rain.

"It is raining, master dwarf," Gandalf returned, "and it will continue to rain until the rain is done! If you wish to change the weather of the world, you should find yourself another wizard!"

Dori didn't speak back to him, a new silence filling the air. "Are there any?" Bilbo spoke up, now curious about the wizards. "What?" Gandalf shot back confused. "Other wizards?" The hobbit elaborated.

At that, Gandalf's face turned into a smile and his eyes shone a little. "There are five us. The greatest of our order is Saruman, The White. Then there are the two blue wizards." The wizard took a short break, as if thinking of something. "Do you know, I've quite forgotten their names."

"Alatar and Pallando." Raewyn filled in, sending a smirk the old wizard's way.

"And who is the fifth?" Bilbo asked, now looking towards the young woman, who was completely drenched in rain droplets while her armor let little waterfalls run from her shoulders. "Radagast The Brown." The woman answered, now looking back ahead with the same smirk she wore before.

"Is he a great wizard," the hobbit started, "or is he more like you?" He wondered, his question now directed towards Gandalf. Raewyn allowed a small snicker to escape her mouth, but she quickly recollected herself. "I think he's a very great wizard, in his own way." Gandalf defended. "He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others. He keeps a watchful eye over the vast forestlands to the East, and a good thing too, for always evil will look to find a foothold in this world."

"He's a sweetheart," Raewyn added, "but he's a little...." she tapped her temple twice, signifying the wizard to be a bit strange. Bilbo nodded at her and looked back ahead.

Suddenly, a pony passed her quickly, the rider muttering something close to "please, hide." She looked up to face him, but the dwarf had already moved. She didn't need to see his face in order to know it was Fili. His blond hair was quite difficult to not recognize.

"Why would I need to hide?" She mumbled to herself, wiping the strands of hair that had stuck to her face behind her ears.

"My fair maiden," someone suddenly spoke, as Raewyn shut her eyes tightly, her lips forming in a thin line. "'My fair maiden'?" The woman repeated, looking at the person - and pony - beside her.

"Well, you don't wish to be called 'my lady' so-" "Just Raewyn is fine." She quickly interrupted, holding her hand up. "What do you need?"

"Raewyn?" Kili repeated. "Thought your name was Tolmiró."

Falling silent at his words, she bit her tongue. "Yes," she hissed. "A name to keep myself safe."

Kili seemed to understand her insinuation, and nodded at it. "Raewyn," he tested again. "I like it."

"I'm grateful my name pleases you." Raewyn deadpanned.

Kili coughed a little, but continued. "I was noticing how awful this downpour was and how awful it was to see you walking. Not that it wasn't awful to see you walking earlier, but right now the weather is so numb and...." He looked back at her face, but all she gave him was an almost mocking glance. "Right...how is this going?" He asked.

"Terrible."

"But....?" He continued, wondering if there was more.

"It's terrible." Raewyn clarified. The dwarf nodded and jumped down from his pony. He gestured towards the creature, making the woman frown. "Words are not my strongest point." Kili explained. "And actions are?" Raewyn joked.

"Clearer than speech. Get on the pony." He urged, pushing her towards the animal that had now stopped walking. The woman pushed his hands off quickly and shook her head.

"And let you walk?" She shot back.

"It's either you get on the pony or we both walk." The dwarf stated.

When he made it clear he wouldn't take no for an answer, Raewyn sighed and mounted the pony. "Well played, Kili." She said, taking a hold of the reins. When she nudged the pony to walk, Kili set his pace beside the two. A thought suddenly came into her mind as her eyes widened.

"You did this on purpose." The woman accused. "You're forcing me to spend the day with you. You knew that a ranger wouldn't run off with a given horse."

Kili shot a bright smile her way and nodded. "Even if you had refused, I would've walked nonetheless."

"Well played indeed, little goblin." Raewyn mumbled, gripping the reins of the pony tighter.

"I'll just propose it again tomorrow, now that I know it works." Kili revealed, smiling to himself as he walked beside Raewyn.

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"We'll camp here for the night." Thorin decided when they passed, what appeared to be, a ruin of an old farmhouse. "Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them."

Gandalf looked around and frowned at the sight of the ruined house. "A farmer and his family used to live here." He spoke to no one in particular, but Raewyn and Bilbo had heard him.

"Oin, Gloin," the leader resumed. "get a fire going."

"Right, you are." Oin spoke back, gathering firewood with his brother.

"We cannot stay here." Raewyn mumbled, recognizing huge marks on the ground amongst the house.

"No, we cannot." Gandalf confirmed, walking up to Thorin. "I think it would be wiser to move on. We could make for the hidden valley." "I've told you already, I will not go near that place." The dwarf defended, crossing his arms tightly.

"Why not? The Elves could help us, we could get food, rest, advice." "I do not need their advice." Thorin argued, not turning back on his decision or opinion.

"We have a map that we cannot read. Lord Elrond could help us." Raewyn winced at the name, realizing this might be a conversation she didn't necessarily need to be part of. She took a few steps back and walked towards Bilbo, who was looking at the open fields in front of him, marveling at the sky which had slowly began to turn darker.

"There was a time I would've been jealous at you." Bilbo said, turning around to face the woman.

She shot him a questioning glance, not quite catching his meaning. "When I was younger, I would've given everything to live in the wild. To wander among forests and mountains. To spot the most shining rivers and lie beneath the stars each night." Raewyn smiled at the slightly smaller creature and looked towards the grassy fields.

"And now, all you want to do is go back home?" She asked. The hobbit made a humming sound, but shook his head. "I'm not quite sure anymore." Was his answer. The two stood there in silence, looking towards the horizon, all their worries momentarily fading away. That was, until Gandalf stormed out angrily, walking past the two, not saying a word.

"Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?" Bilbo asked, turning around, following the wizard. "To seek the company of the only one around here who's got any sense." "And who's that?" The hobbit continued walking, but Raewyn grabbed his shoulder, urging him to stop.

"Myself, master Baggins! I've had enough of dwarves for one day." And with that, the grey pilgrim disappeared out of sight.

"Come on Bombur, we're hungry." Thorin grumbled, seeing the fire has already been set.

"Is he coming back?" Bilbo asked the young woman, but she just shrugged at him: "I truly wouldn't know, but I don't suspect he would leave us all behind."

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The sky had turned dark, the moon now more prominent than before. Raewyn had taken it upon herself to search the area, looking for any source that might have destroyed the farmhouse. And if she could, determining whether they were still in danger or not.

In the mean time, Bilbo had been urged to stay at the camp site, not leaving the company of dwarves. He had been adamant to go with Raewyn, but when he found out she was looking for something that caused the destruction, he let her go her own way, saying something among the lines of "keeping the dwarves in line".

"He's been a long time." Bilbo mumbled.

Bofur looked at the hobbit, seeing as he might the only one who heard him talk. "Who?"

"Gandalf." Bilbo spoke.

"He's a wizard! He does as he chooses. Here. Do us a favor, take this to the lads." Bofur decided, pushing two bowls of stew into Bilbo's hands.

The hobbit walked away, the question of Gandalf still on his mind. He quickly spotted the two dwarves sitting among the ponies, distraught looks on both of their faces. "What's the matter?"

"We're supposed to be looking after the ponies." Kili began, looking at Bilbo. "Only we've encountered a slight problem." Fili finished. "We had sixteen."

"Now there's fourteen."

The dwarves stood up and wandered among the creatures, counting the amount of ponies.

"Daisy and Bungo are missing." Kili revealed. "What? Well, that's not good." Bilbo began, spotting a uprooted tree. "And that is not good at all. Shouldn't we tell Thorin?"

"Uh...no. Let's not worry him. As our official burglar, we thought you might like to look into it." Fili explained.

"Well, uh...it looks as if something big uprooted these trees." The hobbit spoke, stating the, almost obvious. "That was our thinking." The dark haired dwarf said, now looking back at the tree.

"It's something very big, and possibly quite dangerous." Bilbo spoke, almost terrified of the thought of what might have caused the damage. It might've been the same thing Raewyn was looking for. At that thought, his heart did a little skip.

"Tolmiró...." He mumbled quietly. Raewyn might've been strong, but she was no wizard like Gandalf. Kili's head turned towards the hobbit.

"What's with her?"

"Hey! There's a light." Fili spoke hushed, crouching below the tree. "Over here!" The other two neared, Bilbo still carrying the bowls of stew.

"Stay down." Fili warned. "What is it?"

"Trolls." Kili mumbled lowly. The dwarves ran towards the band of trolls quietly, but remained far enough to not be seen. Bilbo followed them quickly, the two bowls shaking with every step he took. When he was close enough, a troll emerged from the trees, carrying two ponies.

"He's got Myrtle and Minty! I think they're gonna eat them, we have to do something!" Bilbo stated.

Kili's eyes widened. "Yes, you should." He spoke, nodding his head. "Mountain trolls are slow and stupid, and you're so small. They'll never see you."

"Me? Me? No. No. No." The hobbit defended, shaking his finger. "It's perfectly safe!" "We'll be right behind you." Fili started too, grabbing the two bowls from Bilbo.

"If you run into trouble hoot twice like a barn owl, once like a brown owl."

With that, Bilbo was pushed away from the trees, still going over everything Fili had just said. "Twice like a barn owl, hoot twice like a brown...hoot like a...like a... Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?" But as he turned around, the two dwarves had already disappeared.

"Mutton yesterday, mutton today. And blimey, if it don't look like mutton again tomorrow." One of the trolls complained. Bilbo quickly his behind some bushes, slowly crouching towards the ponies.

"Quit your griping. These ain't sheep! These is fresh nags!" Another one spoke, stirring the pot.

"Oh! I don't like horse. I never have. Not enough fat on them." "Well, it's better than a leathery ol' farmer. All skin and bone he was. I'm still pickin' bits of him out o' me teeth." As the trolls continued to argue and speak, Bilbo looked around for some form of weapon to cut the rope. He crawled over the floor, careful as not to be seen.

When one of the ponies spotted him, it started making noise, as did the others. The hobbit immediately shushed them and looked around. Behind one troll, he saw a small silhouette in the unmistakable shape of Raewyn's armour. He let out a sigh of relief and called her name.

The woman held her finger in front of her mouth, ushering him to be quiet. She unclasped one of her daggers and held them up for Bilbo to see. He quickly took the hint and nodded. With much care and silence, she threw the dagger across the floor. Not hard enough to launch it into anything, but enough for Bilbo to be able to grab it from the pile of leaves.

Raewyn carefully walked around the trolls, hiding behind trees and bushes. When she had a good sight of all three of them, she quietly grabbed her bow and arrow and aimed it towards the most intimidating one. She would not risk the chance of Bilbo being seen and she made that quite clear.

She knocked her arrow and send it flying straight towards the eye of the biggest one. It growled in pain and took a few steps back. Raewyn hid back against a tree, but made sure to still keep Bilbo in sight.

"Where did that come from?" The youngest one asked, standing up. The troll pulled the arrow out and inspected it. "One of 'em rangers again." He raged, now scanning his surroundings.

When he looked towards the ponies, he spotted Bilbo, which Raewyn took as her sign to shoot again.

As she hit the troll's hand, he turned around and faced the ranger. "'Ere she is!" He said, now storming towards the smaller woman. She quickly clasped her bow on her back and grabbed her sword. She would not win this fight with weapons, but she could stall for the time being. When the youngest neared, she slipped between his legs, slicing one of his ankles. He exclaimed in pain, but kept standing.

The second one, which was the only one remaining seated, had grabbed one of the mugs and threw it towards Raewyn. She rolled herself over the floor in protection, the mug missing her body by inches.

When she stood back up again, she could see Bilbo cutting the thick rope that held the ponies in place. Only a little while and he'd be able to run away. Her gaze however, was not so subtle, and one of the trolls followed it. When he spotted Bilbo, he growled and leapt towards the hobbit.

Raewyn acted quick and stood back up, throwing a dagger its way. When it lodged itself into his calf, the troll staggered back, now angrier than before.

"What are you doing?" She heard behind her. She took a fast look behind and spotted Fili hiding in one of the bushes.

"Distracting." She mumbled back, now looking back at the trolls. "You're not really doing a great job." He remarked.

"Shut up." Raewyn quipped back, engaging the trolls again.

Just then, the company of dwarves burst out of the bushes, charging towards the three huge creatures. Without a second of hesitation, she ran towards Bilbo, helping him with the rope. While the other 13 were busying the trolls, the two creatures fought with the disgusting rope. When it finally snapped, Raewyn pushed Bilbo behind her, freeing the ponies. The band ran off as both of them let out a sigh of relief.

Turning back around, Raewyn spotted a troll nearing her and Bilbo. "Run." She told Bilbo, shoving him towards the bushes.

With a little push, the hobbit stumbled, but did not run off. The ranger had already busied herself with the troll, leaving Bilbo to take off on his own. In hindsight, he shouldn't have stood there staring at the Asha as she foolishly took on one of the trolls by herself. He hadn't realised that until he was dangling in the air, in the hands of the third troll, who was smiling at him menacingly.

"Bilbo!" Raewyn shouted, already preparing to grab her bow, but the troll was faster, kicking the small woman away until she landed against a tree. With a grunt, she fell down, her vision hazy, but clear enough to now see two trolls holding up Bilbo. Fili quickly ran towards Raewyn, standing in front of her to give her time to recover. Time she had found extremely useful, had it not been for the uncomfortable position her foot was in.

"Lay down your arms! Or we'll rip his off!"

Doubt flooded the company momentarily, before - with much reluctance and contemplation - Thorin threw down his sword, followed by the rest of the company. Bilbo stared at the dwarves, but made no further move to tell them to keep fighting. Raewyn merely glowered at the three giant creatures, cursing them quietly.

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After a short while, the company was either tied up in sacks, or dangling over a giant fire pit. Raewyn had fortunately been placed in a bag, but she was laying close enough to the fire to feel sweat drip down her back. Her hair had returned to its former clammy position on her forehead, while she tried to get her hands free as silent as possible.

"Don't bother cooking 'em! Let's just sit on 'em and squash 'em into jelly!" One of the trolls suggested, eyeing the pile of tied up dwarves.

"They should be sauteed and grilled with a sprinkle of sage." The bigger one protested.

"Oh, that does sound quite nice." "Never mind the seasoning, we ain't got all night! Dawn ain't far away, let's get a move on! I don't fancy been turned to stone." The third one complained, twisting in his seat.

"Wait!" Raewyn suddenly heard. Her head shot up, looking at the hobbit who, stupidly enough, made the decision to talk to them.

Bilbo stood up in his sack and hopped towards the bunch. "You are making a terrible mistake."

"You can't reason with them, they're half-wits!" Dori protested from his spot. "Half-wits? What does that make us?" Bofur shouted back, who was dangling from above the pit.

"I meant with the...uh, with the...with the seasoning." Bilbo tried.

"What about the seasoning?" The cook wondered, suddenly interested. "Well, have you smelt them?" The hobbit began, making a disgusted face. "You're gonna need something stronger than sage before you plate this lot up!"

Shouts of disagreement were heard amongst the dwarves. Few threatened Bilbo as Raewyn just sat there, confused by the sudden noise.

"What do you know about cooking dwarf?" The biggest one asked, now standing up and looking down at the tiny creature.

"Shut up, and let the...uh, flurgerburbur-hobbit talk." The cook interrupted, defending Bilbo suddenly.

"Uh...the-the secret to cooking dwarf, is um..." The hobbit began, now not so sure of what to say anymore.

"Yes? Come on."

"It's, uh..."

"Come on! Tell us the secret!"

"Ye-yes, I'm telling you." Bilbo urged, thinking of something to respond with.

"The secret is...to...skin them first!" He spoke suddenly, making Raewyn widen her eyes. "I'll kill him!" Dwalin shouted, twisting and turning on top of the burning pile. The woman below desperately tried to get her arms out of the rope, but it continued to dig into her skin.

"Tom, get me filleting knife." One spoke, looking directly at the young woman.

"What a load of rubbish! I've eaten plenty with their skins on. Scoff 'em I say, boots and all!" One spoke, somehow bringing relief to Raewyn, now aware that she wasn't in direct danger anymore as the cook turned away from here.

"He's right! Nothing wrong with a bit o' raw dwarf." The youngest spoke, picking up Bombur and holding it over its mouth. "Nice and crunchy."

"Uh...not...not that one, he...he's infected!" Bilbo nearly shouted.

"You what?"

"Yeah he's got worms in his...tubes." The hobbit explained.

"Ooh!" The youngest shouted, making a disgusted face and throwing the round dwarf back down.

"In-in fact, they all have." The hobbit announced, happy it was working. "They're infested with parasites, it's a terrible business, I wouldn't risk it, I really wouldn't." He recommended.

"Parasites? Did he say parasites?" Oin asked insulted.

"Yeah, we don't have parasites!" Kili shouted. "You have parasites!" He spoke to Bilbo.

Realization began to dawn on Thorin and Raewyn. Raewyn was too far away from the dwarves to say anything, but Thorin was able to kick the pile, silently telling them to just join.

"I've got parasites as big as my arm!" Oin suddenly spoke.

"Mine are the biggest parasites, I've got huge parasites!" Kili joined in.

"We're riddled!"

"Yes, I'm riddled!"

"Yes, we are, badly!"

Then the youngest turned to Raewyn again, causing her eyes to widen.

"What about 'er then? She's no dwarf." As Bilbo sought an excuse, the troll's hand had already reached towards the woman. "Rabies!" She suddenly exclaimed. "I have rabies!"

The troll took a step back and frowned. "You don't look like you have rabies."

"Now, how would you know? If you eat me, you'll get it too." She defended. Bilbo shook his head in agreement, grateful for the quick response of the woman.

"What would you have us do then? Let 'em all go?"

"Well..." The hobbit spoke honestly.

"You think I don't know what you're up to. This little ferret is taking us for fools!" "Ferret?" Bilbo asked insulted.

"Fools?"

"The dawn will take you all!" Gandalf spoke loudly, standing on top of a huge boulder. Raewyn sighed and let a shaky breath.

"Who's that?" One troll wondered aloud.

"No idea."

"Can we eat him too?"

The wizard broke the cliff he was standing on, splitting it half. Sunlight poured over the company and the trolls. the latter rapidly morphing into stone, making shouts of excitement run through the group.

Gandalf quickly freed them all, tossing the empty sacks onto the fire pit. When he came to Raewyn, she quickly stood up, her ankle shouting in protest, but nothing she couldn't handle.

"Rabies?" The wizard mumbled amused. "Would you have been here earlier, I wouldn't have had to use that lame excuse." The woman playfully retorted, getting herself free of her binds. When she saw Thorin approaching, she gave Gandalf a short nod and walked, nay, stumbled over to Bilbo.

"Are you okay?" She asked him, looking at the hobbit as if hoping to find any injury.

"I'm fine." Bilbo said, shaking his head. "But I don't think I'd like another encounter with trolls." Raewyn let out a quiet laugh at that.

"You and me both."

"They must have come down from the Ettenmoors." Gandalf announced, walking past the two.

"Since when the mountain trolls venture this far south?" Thorin asked, following the wizard's footsteps.

"Oh, not for an age. Not since a darker power ruled these lands." The pilgrim thought for a while, before looking back around. "They could not have moved in daylight."

"There must be a cave nearby." The dark haired dwarf filled in, catching onto Gandalf's words. He nodded in agreement as Raewyn frowned.

"Trolls hoards," she mumbled to Bilbo. "they carry a smell worse than death."

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The Gamgee-Baggins children

I have mentioned a few times Frodo and Sam’s army of kids that they adopted and that Aragorn and Legolas love to babysit, and now I’m gonna go more in-depth because why not.

Also, they are based on Sam’s actual children, but I do have to tweak a few things because we switched out an entire parent here, so yeah.

Eleanor

The oldest, adopted when she was two

Was a very calm and kind child

Took up her dad’s love for gardening

Worked in Rivendell as the head gardener as an adult

Still remained her kind self though

Got the nickname “The Fair” by the elves because of her golden locks, which she appreciated

Aragorn

The second child, was adopted when he was just a few months

Was often teased by other young hobbits because of his strange name

Loved his namesake though, whenever they babysat he would just cling to him like a Koala

Is honestly just a very sweet boy that constantly craves physical contact

He became a pretty good chef in his adulthood, mainly working with Potatoes because he’s a gamgee to the core

Rose

This is where Frodo and Sam got their first devil child

Rose is their third child and was adopted when she was three, where she already had a tendency to just scream if she felt like it

Was not allowed to be around Merry and Pippin too much, it was too dangerous

While both Elanor and Aragorn used to watch and care for their younger siblings, Rose hated it and would often just ignore their existence

Gained a passion for painting, as it allowed her to truly express herself

Her paintings were all very wild though, but she enjoyed it and her parents were just happy that she was happy

Merry

The fourth child of Sam and Frodo, adopted when he was five

Was surprisingly calm and obedient, despite his namesake

Used to sit on the floor and do puzzles by himself while his parents and older siblings tried to keep track of the younger ones

Has a problem with reading and spelling however

Incredibly shy

Still doesn’t know what to do with his life as an adult, and is honestly just flowing through it

Pippin

The fifth child, adopted when he was two

This boy takes after his namesake, and they are pretty sure he’s a Took by blood

Loves his older sister Rose, looks up to her a lot, but she practically hates him.

Is often off going on his own adventures, though he stays in the Shire 

Often used to under a tree in a pasture with the ponies, eating some food he’d stolen

Befriended a small chestnut colored pony named Peanut

Still goes there when he’s an adult

Goldilocks

Child number six, adopted when she was seven 

Her real parents drowned, and Frodo couldn’t not adopt her

Picked up her papa’s love for storytelling, and started writing books

She secretly writes fanfiction sometimes about the fellowship, but shh only Primmy knows that

She often takes care of the youngest hobbits of the shire together with her sibling Primrose, where she often entertains them by reading

Is very sought after by other hobbits of the Shire, but she is not interested at all

Hamfast

The seventh child, adopted when he was just a few months

Has a lot of anger issues

Is *that* sibling. You know, the one you just get the Cain instinct every time you see them

Neither Frodo or Sam knew really what to do about his constant tantrums, as they are both very soft spoken

So they had someone teach him how to box, just so he could get it all out

Is as an adult one of the best ring fighters in middle earth, and does not take it lightly when someone teases him for being a Hobbit

All of his siblings except for Rose are kinda scared of him

Daisy

Child number eight and twin sister of Primrose, they were both one when they were adopted

Is baby

Just a pure ray of sunshine basically

Used to take flowers from their garden to make flower crowns

Sam and Elanor never minded, mostly because she was so cute when she did it

Managed to get a real talent for flower braiding, not just into crowns but also into art

Is always in charge of flowers when it comes to weddings

Still remains baby as an adult

Primrose

Child nine and twin of Daisy, they were both one when they were adopted

A real social butterfly

Gets along with absolutely everyone

Their best friend is their sister Goldie however, who is pretty much the opposite of them with her love for books and the indoors

Often takes care of the younger Hobbits of the Shire with their sister Goldilocks, where they entertains them by playing with them

Falls in love with everyone

Bilbo

The tenth child, adopted as just an infant

Ever heard of social anxiety? Yeah this is the embodiment of it

He does not like people, and would rather just be by himself thank you very much

The only people he’s really comfortable with are Frodo, Sam, Daisy, and Legolas

Kinda just goes unnoticed by everyone because of his many siblings, and likes it that way

Is actually rather talented when it comes to music, but would rather die than show it to anyone

Ruby

Child eleven, and proudly the two minute older twin of Robin, both adopted when they were seven

A really smart cookie, and a future entrepreneur in the making

Spend most of her childhood scheming on ways to get her grubby hands on sweets

Developed a secret underground trading network of food and pastries with the children of the shire, and sat on top as a small mafia boss

Became a skilled merchant as an adult, and has a goal to become incredibly rich

She’s a real scammer when it comes to buisness, but his able to hide it behind her big dark eyes and curly locks, because who so cute could be so wickedly clever?

Not the most lawful thing, but hey, you do what you gotta do right?

Robin

Child twelve, and sadly the two minute younger twin of Ruby, both adopted when they were seven

Pretty much instantly became friends with Brand son of Bain of Dale, despite the almost ten years age difference

While Brand is very rebellious and does everything to pester his family, Robin is a kind of sweetheart who just follows along and tries to keep him out of trouble

Loves his twin very much, but is unsure if Ruby is choosing the right path for herself

When Brand is crowned king of Dale, he becomes his royal advisor that mostly tries to keep him from getting himself killed

Nothing’s changed really

Tolman

The thirteenth and youngest child, adopted when he was an infant

Was adopted when Ruby and Robin were practically adults, unintentionally

They just found him abandoned on their doorstep, and were just like yep we’re keeping him

Had a hard time connecting with his older siblings as he’s so much more younger

Loved that he was the focus of attention with his parents however since everyone else had moved out, and all of his siblings are jealous

Will become a skilled drink mixer as an adult, but is currently just a small wittle bab that likes to play

And yeah that’s it! Now onto the other stuff!!

Elanor is Biromantic Asexual

Aragorn is Bisexual

Rose is a trans lesbian

Merry is Pansexual

Pippin is Gay

Goldilocks is Aromantic Asexual

Hamfast is Heteromantic Asexual

Daisy is panromantic Demisexual

Primrose is a non-binary pansexual

Bilbo is Gay

Ruby is a lesbian

Robin is Polysexual

Tolman is a child and doesn’t care about all that kissing stuff

Goldie is missing an arm

Daisy has a problem with her foot that makes her limp

I don’t have any romantic thing planned for any of them, but who knows

I kinda like Robin X Brand though (Robrand????)

They are in the order they were adopted, but some are older than others, like Ruby and Robin are three years older than Bilbo

Maybe I’ll make a chart of it some day, who knows

The only name I changed was the second child, who was originally named Frodo, to Aragorn, otherwise these are Sam’s actual canon children

I love all of them

[rhodochrosite-love]

Watched LOTR and The Hobbit within the span of two weeks here comes my oc genealogy (tw long post and rape mention)

So it all starts with Oropher, King of Mirkwood and father to 3 sons-- Thranduil, Galador, and Eldaerenth (last two are self made, not canon) and The youngest is at the Battle of Dagorlad, where his father was slain.  He was gravely injured, and had been patched by his elder brother Galador.... In time Thranduil had not only inherited the kingdom but had a son as well.  When his beloved was lost, however, Thranduil became hostile and did not wish to be consoled.  He even struck Eldaerenth, leaving him quite the trauma.

The youngest of Oropher abandoned the elven kingdom and sought the company of danger, quick to slay goblins and orcs with the blade that he himself had forged within his family’s walls.  As time passed he found himself fighting werewolves on the eastern borders of Hobbiton, and he had fallen injured on the doorstep of Galswinth Diggle, sister to Dina Diggle.  

Galswinth took great care of him and made him feel more at home than he had ever felt in Mirkwood.  Years passed and they found themselves married and in deep love... They would have two children, a boy and a girl, and their names would be Blithe Diggle and Shaidalar Diggle, respectively.

Why are their names not Treeleaf, you ask?  Well, Eldaerenth had changed his name to Diggle when he married Galswinth, as to separate himself further from his family.

Blithe would grow up to be quite the curious half hobbit-half elf.  He would invest himself in other hobbits lives and make merry with many!  A time had come when he had wished to venture, though.... quite unheard of!  However his father had given him his blessing and told him all he needed to know to survive, and warned him of the dangers that lie ahead....

It was on his adventures he met a gaggle of dwarves from Nogrod, one of which was Thomli Tunnelfoe; A Dwarven woman who had wanted to hurt Blithe more than anyone else.  

She just didn’t understand him, how could an elf even mate with a hobbit? they’re smaller than dwarves! it’s freakish-- Blithe didn’t seem to mind, in fact he was falling in love with her fighting spirit!  He often copied her to learn to fight better, and in time she did teach him the proper way to hold an axe.

Years upon years later did they tie the knot-- Their children would grow up to be peacemakers that fought in the War of the Ring.  

Thrirlum Diggle, the eldest daughter with dwarvish stature and hobbiton features with an appetite for a thousand chickens

Drerlum Diggle,  the second eldest daughter with hobbiton stature and slightly elvish features who did not fear the brunt of the goblin blade

and Childebrand Diggle, the youngest son with a elven stature (aka, taller than all 4 of the others) with dwarvish and hobbiton features, with a soul strong enough to outlast more than you’d think!

On Shaidalar’s side, things did not pan out particularly well for her.  She had always hoped to have many children and live a sweet life in The Shire... but fate had different plans for her.  

When she had ventured out to hunt a special meat in the Weather Hills, she was attacked and assaulted by Ergoth the Snarling, and impregnated her.  For months she was at a loss as to what to do to this child other than to kill it.  Months and months had passed and she was in agony, with her family and friends to help her through the pregnancy.  When the child was born, she had cast it out and did not care what would become of it.

Eldaerenth had stepped in here.  With his beloved Galswinth slowly dying he had begun to realize his growing lonliness.  What better way to occupy himself than to take care of an outcasted creature?  And his grandson no less...

Adelbert Diggle grew up to be the most peaceful of Diggles, to everyones surprise.  

Years after Adelbert, Shaidalar had met a man who requested aid from her father, and had offered her own services.  She knew the dangers of the outside world fairly well now, but had learned how to use a sword and shield and wanted to fight for herself.  The man, Caldwell Lonevale, accepted her help and her wisdom.

After a roaring battle with a different kingdom of man, he had married Shaidalar, and they had two sons together.

Brim Lonevale, a shorter than average man who had a great knack for blacksmithing

and Ankilm Lonevale, a man with stubby hobbiton features who took to breadmaking.

Unbeknowest to Shaidalar, however, Calswell was kanoodling with a human woman.  From the enemy side no less!  They had been kanoodling for a while now, and it was Blithe who told his dear sister.  

Years after their divorce, it was an elven man who had happened upon her in the kingdom of man, finding her so intriguingly out of place.  He was the steward of Elrond, and had dropped by every time they had come to council the human king.  Shaidalar and Falael Arrowmark had grown very fond of each other, and grew as people together.

This time, Shaidalar had a daughter, Tialla Arrowmark.

...Tiallas childhood was not as happy as you may think.  She faced racism every day and began to hate her own races-- hobbiton, elvish, dwarvish, orcish, human, all weren’t enough and too much at the same time.

To cope she fought creatures of the shadows and gained skills in which no mortal could posess.  It was only on the borders of the Shire did she finally collapse from exhaustion and defeat....

....which is how she met her beloved, similar to her grandparents.

Arlad Cottonbottom was one of the Shires finest bachelors, and while he wanted children he struggled with the concept of marriage.  Everyone wanted to please him, never showing their true selves... so when a cute woman with mystic abilities lands on his doorstep, he cannot lie and say that he isn’t attracted.

Tialla is hostile and speaks in a harsh elvish, which Arlad finds soothing despite her tone.  She is fussy the entire time she is resting, but she softens when she sees what he does for a living!  Arlad is a toymaker-- a plush stuffer specifically.  He brings so much joy to the young halflings.  He opns his heart to her and she cant help but fins him endearing...

Years later they find themselves wed, and go on to have a sweet baby girl.

Eirlys Cottonbottom, who is my main girl.  My epic, tattooed sweetheart whom i love so much.

She gets a tattoo every time she visits a new town (or she draws a symbol on a cloth and has it tattooed by her dwarf cousins later).  She gets to meet the company of Thorin Oakenshield!  Gandalf knows her well enough to know that she is trusted.  Bilbo is surprised to find that she is of hobbiton, but no surprise she comes from Eldaerenth.  He is well known within the Shire as a thieving, conniving dark elf by the grumpy.

Throin and the rest of the dwarves are put off by her family origins (or as much as she had been willing to share) but were all automatically in love with her when she downed an ale in no time flat.  Legolas finds her refreshing, as he had never even known he had a family member such as she.

She would give her all and give some more for the company, and she is at the dwarves’ side in the very end and feasts with them in the great halls of Erebor.

I’m sure she’ll either fall into a slumber when she is old, or she dies on the battlefield... perhaps she accompanies the fellowship?

if you got this far i freakin salute you chief, go ahead and give this a reblog pwease

[kindly-whisper-tolkien]

All of these can be found on my AO3 account, whisper_norbury, and my ff.net account, whisper-norbury.

Note: I will be making an updated version of this list every time I post a new story or add a chapter to an existing story!

Please be sure to check out all tags, ships, and warnings before reading.

(Sorry that this post is so long, but mobile has issues with read-mores!)

Afterimage

Rating: G

Pairings: None

Genre: Drama, supernatural

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~4,380

Warnings: Mentions of child mortality

Notes: Alternate character interpretation of Nori

In his youth, Nori took to thieving not because he wanted to own what belonged to other people, but because he wanted to see through their eyes.

All She Has Done

Rating: G

Pairings: Fem!Bagginshield

Genre: AU, drama, genderbend

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~5,900

Warnings: None

Notes: Recently re-edited! Fem!Baginshield in which it has been known amongst the Company from the beginning that Bilbo is a woman, but it is known to only a few that Thorin is, as well.

Thorin did not fear that her companions would reject her as a leader if they knew the truth; what she feared was that they would be too quick to sacrifice themselves for her sake, as all Dwarf men seemed to do when a woman was in danger. That was how they had treated Bilbo since she had joined the Company; but while the Hobbit lass seemed to have no problem with being protected, Thorin could not abide by such a thing for her own self.

And The Water Woke Him

Rating: T

Pairings: None

Genre: AU; crossover

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~2,200

Warnings: Drowning, death, graphic violence

Notes: A crossover / AU based on the TV show ‘Forever’

Fíli should have died when he was pushed from the window of Bard’s home; he should have died when the orc shattered his skull. So why was he now in a cold place? Why was it so dark? Why was he floating? Why was he drowning when he should already have been dead?

The Barber Of Bag End

Rating: G

Pairings: None

Genre: Humor, AU

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~3,600

Warnings: Mentions of death, burial preparations, etc.

Notes: Letter form, epistolary

Dear Mr. Baggins, I am writing in regards to the job for which you advertised your services, and as was relayed to me by a certain wizard by the name of Gandalf the Grey: “Barber wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward.”

Collapse

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Drama, emotional hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, AU

Chapters: 10 / 12 (WIP)

Word count: ~65,000 (so far)

Warnings: Mentions of character death (Fili & Kili), fire, underwater danger

Notes: Everyone-lives, Shire, somewhat focused on the Sackville-Bagginses!

Thorin was closed and quiet, bent low under the weight of Fíli and Kíli’s memory. For his two weeks in the Shire, he had never spoken of them, never mentioned their names, never told Bilbo how they had died—but the evening before the Dwarves were set to leave, the walls that Thorin had set up around himself began to crumble.

Fleetwood

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Humor, AU

Chapters: 50 / 50 (complete)

Word count: ~25,600

Warnings: Occasional mentions of sexuality

Notes: Modern / human / family AU; epistolary / journal-form; about 90-percent based on my own family’s life and experiences

A Personal Travelogue Of The Baggins-Oakenshield Family’s Summer Vacation In A 35-Foot 1995 Fleetwood Mallard Travel Trailer

Little Feet

Rating: G

Pairings: Figrid

Genre: Light drama, family

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~1,700

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU, many years later

Sigrid and Fíli’s baby should not have been born yet; so when word comes to Bard that his grandchild is coming two months early, all he can think is the worst.

Midwinter Reflections

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield, with some talk of Kiliel

Genre: Fluff, family, AU

Chapters: 1/1 (complete)

Word count: ~5,300

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone-lives AU, Bagginshield-in-Erebor

The Company all sit down to celebrate the last day of Yuletide in Erebor by sharing their favorite memories from the year before.

Not So Bad

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Humor, fluff, family, AU

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~650

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU, parentshield

When your kid decides to do something quite out of the ordinary, it helps to have an open mind.

The Second Death Of Heggi Silvereye

Rating: G

Pairings: None

Genre: Drama, horror

Chapters: 4 / 4 (complete)

Word count: ~7,700

Warnings: Mentions of death; burial horror

Notes: Loose tie-in with The Standing-Stone Of The Sigin-Tarâg; young Thorin plays a part

Óin tells a young Fíli and Kíli about why he decided to become a healer – but the story might just prove too frightening for the boys.

Something In The Wine

Rating: G

Pairings: Figrid, implied Kiliel

Genre: Romance, fluff, AU

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~4,320

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU. Drunk Dwarf!

There is truth in wine – and also in ale and mead. And when Fíli enjoys a bit too much of all three at the fifth anniversary of the re-founding of Dale, he lets that truth come out to Sigrid.

The Standing-Stone Of The Sigin-Tarâg

Rating: T

Pairings: None, though mentions of possible Legriel and Kiliel

Genre: Drama, action, AU

Chapters: 31 / ? (WIP)

Word count: ~122,000 (so far)

Warnings: Major character death, graphic injuries & violence, fire & burns, mentions of premature burial

Notes: Alternate BOTFA, Fili lives; begins with a very different version of the Battle Of The Five Armies; those who opposed the inclusion of Legolas and Tauriel in the movies may want to skip this one!

Fíli grew up knowing that he would one day be the ruler of his people; but when Erebor is reclaimed and his uncle’s sanity starts to fail, he begins to wonder about the Arkenstone’s relationship to the madness of his forbears. Soon, war comes to the Lonely Mountain, pushing all other concerns aside; and when the battle ends and his closest kin have fallen, Fíli finds out for himself the truth of the Arkenstone’s hold.

The Sweetheart’s Dance

Rating: G

Pairings: Barduil, Bagginshield, Kiliel, Figrid

Genre: Romance, fluff, AU

Chapters: 1 / 1 (complete)

Word count: ~1,800

Warnings: None

Notes: Everyone lives AU

In Dale of old, Men used to celebrate the mid-February holiday of Sweetheart’s Day with a dancing competition; and seven years after the re-founding of the city, the tradition is being revived.

Through This Long Winter’s Night

Rating: G

Pairings: Bagginshield

Genre: Drama, holiday, AU

Chapters: 3 / ? (WIP)

Word count: ~8,300 (so far)

Warnings: Danger, mentions of death

Notes: Modern AU, though I leave it to the reader whether it is also a human AU; ostensibly a Christmas story, but really more of a winter story in general

Three years after becoming a couple, Thorin and Bilbo spend a long winter night separated by the most devastating blizzard to hit Middle Earth in decades; but though Bilbo’s night is spent in loneliness and worry, Thorin’s is spent in danger and fear.

Drabble Collections

In addition to the above, I have four drabble collections:

Bagginshield (5 drabbles)

Kiliel (5 drabbles)

Figrid (3 drabbles)

Transience (general; 9 drabbles)

[mojoflower]

I just finished reading both of the latest fic recs in DNGG and like holy shit!!! They were so good!!! I usually don't read prison AUs but..!! I just wanted to say I love what you're doing. I've always wished authors would rec similar fics at the end of theirs, and you're doing that!! Thank you, it warms my heart (and gives me something to read while I wait for the update) to see that while you have such an AMAZING fic you don't forget about us and other authors either.

Oops, this is two months old, so probably Nonnie moved on, but:

Thank you!  I’ve had loads of fun reccing things in Do Not Go Gentle, mostly because I love to share, and also because updating twice a month is SO.  SLOW.  and y’all are such sweethearts to stick around for it all, and this way, you’ve got something to fill in the long pauses.

Here are the recs (Sterek unless stated otherwise) from the chapter that Nonnie mentioned, just in case you’re sitting around bored today, and have a weekend full of nothing better to do then consume fic:

Those Hidden Places by Mimiminaj A delicious prison AU that is actually pretty fluffy. (The non-con gets headed off before anything terrible happens, if that would have stopped you. Although you’re reading /this, so probably you’d have been fine with it.) Really enjoyable: sweet and hot and touching. It’s all Derek POV, and watching Stiles flail and ramble and (eventually) flirt from his perspective is a joy.

Is That A Wand In Your Pocket Or? by reptilianraven The one where Stiles is a magician who performs at kid’s birthday parties and Derek is a shy single dad baker who can’t stop seeing Stiles everywhere. There are also dead bodies popping up every other day, but Stiles really doesn’t need to know about that, so naturally, Stiles pops up at the crime scenes too. Fantastic. ***Alright. I just stumbled across this author and I’m head over heels. I spent a few days reading everything and bookmarking most of it. And the fact that they’re primarily rated G and T and I got sucked in even without the Explicit (which rarely happens) ought to tell you something about how lovely these stories are.

The foul rag and bone shop of the heart by WritersAreLiars A Steter: entirely delightful and unique… author creates a fantastic world and Stiles’ blithe disregard for traditions works very well with Peter’s scheming. Worth reading even if it’s never finished… but it probably will be, since the last post was current. WIP.

I was also cruising “buried alive” (which finds more than the tag #buried alive, fyi) and found tons of awesome stories, although most of them weren’t Teen Wolf. So if you’re into that,

Down Where It’s Tangled and Dark by stilinskisparkles This one is a riot, (stilinskisparkles always makes me happy). Stiles simply canNOT shut up, and Derek, well, he has a Stiles thing, so it’s okay, really. Cute and funny, which is weird, since it’s about being buried alive, heh.

The Price of Gold (Buried Alive) by paranoid_fridge The Hobbit. This one is epic, and really wonderful. Boy, did Thorin fuck up, and wow, is Bilbo paying a steep price. It’s pretty gut-wrenching, but there’s a happy ending.  Bagginshield.

These Breaths We Breathe by kayura_sanada Merlin. An unexpected gem! Inspired by absolutely gorgeous (and soul-wrecking) art, the author gathers steam and proceeds with a multi-part epic that begins with Merlin’s magic being discovered and himself walled living in a tomb; to placing himself in a death-like suspended animation to protect himself while Arthur must find a way to heal him; to, finally, being exiled from the kingdom while Arthur attempts to straighten it all out. Uther is a deliciously unrepentant monster, which is quite satisfying, and there’s lots of angst, pining, h/c, whump and a bit of sex here and there.  Merthur.

[garden-ghoul]

fellowship of the bloggening, part 5

“I think Frodo is going to get stabbed”

by

A KNIFE IN THE DARK

ooohohoo I wrote that blurb before I even looked to remember what the chapter title was. Fate. So we rejoin Freder... Frickerick... Fredericton... Fredegar! Mr Fredegar Bolger, who wakes and finds a thin, menacing voice at his door telling him to “Open up, in the name of Mordor!” Sorry that’s really dorky. Anyway Fredegar books it like a mile to the nearest house and lies on the floor wheezing “I don’t have it!” until people figure out someone’s after him and sound the alarm. The Nazgul leave Buckland; “Sauron will sort out the little folk later.” Holy shit.

That same night, Frodo wakes and finds Strider looking curiously alert in the corner of the room. Does he... sleep? Do Dunedain not have to sleep? Or has he trained himself to not sleep because The Enemy is constantly setting traps for him? Anyway they all get up and go check on their room (I guess they are sleeping in Strider’s room) and yep, someone has definitely been there trying to murder them. Also, their ponies are gone, and since as Strider says they can’t count on getting anything to eat between here and Rivendell (??? you’re a ranger dude, can’t you HUNT?) they need to find a horse SOMEWHERE to help them carry. I’m hoping Tom Bombadil’s fairy pony is still lurking somewhere. Waiting. just so you all know I picture it as this awful thing.

‘How much are you prepared to carry on your backs?' [asks Strider]

'As much as we must,' said Pippin with a sinking heart, but trying to show that he was tougher than he looked (or felt).

Aw Pippin. Oh, great, the ponies actually did end up following Fatty Lumpkin home, and Tom Bombadil eventually brought them back to the innkeeper, so all’s well that ends well. Meantime our heroes have to make to with a very expensive and unhappy pony sold to them by Bill Ferny, aka that guy who’s probably a spy of The Enemy. And they set off under the eyes of the entire village, since they’ve made such a spectacle of themselves what with Frodo’s vanishing act, everyone’s horses getting stolen, and the mysterious Strider joining their party. Even Bill Ferny comes to sneer at them; Sam hits him in the face with an apple. That’s our Sam!! He’s so petty, I love him. It’s a waste of a good apple, though, he says.

We veer off the road and take a shortcut through a marsh to throw off pursuers. Strider is very good at knowing where to go! He says some paranoid stuff that makes Sam anxious, blah blah, small chance of ever meeting Gandalf on Weathertop Hill, more sheltered approach, blah blah bird spies.

Pippin declared that Frodo was looking twice the hobbit that he had been.

'Very odd,' said Frodo, tightening his belt, 'considering that there is actually a good deal less of me. I hope the thinning process will not go on indefinitely, or I shall become a wraith.'

'Do not speak of such things!' said Strider quickly, and with surprising earnestness.

He is afraid Frodo will Succumb to the Ring and become a Nazgul... He mentions the history of the old fort on Weathertop (Amon Sul) and Sam recites a fragment of a poem about Gil-galad, translated by Bilbo. Apparently in poems whenever you say ‘Mordor’ you have to then remind everyone that it is ‘where the shadows are.’ When you’re not reciting a poem, though, don’t say Mordor! (Strider urges). I don’t know what he thinks is going to happen. The bird spies weren’t paying attention until they heard the name of Mordor but now, oh boy!

An aside, with all this talk of ancient history. I’m wondering why Tolkien decided that all the ancient ancient history should have happened on another part of the world entirely, now sunk under the sea. I think it would be really neat to have, like, 6000 year old ruins/settlements. That sort of Rome feel where you’re going about your business in the city, or taking a train through the countryside, and you pass something so old it would take an archaeologist to guess what it was. And then you pop into the CVS next door or whatever for a pack of gum. Pipeweed. Whatever.

On top of the hill they find evidence of an enormous fire, and a stone that probably has G3 scratched on it in runes, indicating that Gandalf was here on October third. It kind of ruins my immersion that they have October on Middle Earth... Strider comes to the conclusion that Gandalf was attacked here and left in a great hurry. One assumes that he retaliated with fire, since it’s kind of his thing. We spot some Nazgul on the road and decide to hunker down in a cave on the hillside, since moving would only make us more vulnerable and visible. Sam tries to tell more of the lay of Gil-galad, but Strider tells him it’s not the place or time for it (???) and he should wait til they get to Rivendell (???). And so he tells a bit of the Lay of Leithian instead. Interestingly, he doesn’t sing the Lay, but chants it. I’m not sure if lays are supposed to be sung normally and he just doesn’t think much of his voice. That would be cute characterization. He’s kind of shy.

He talks a little about how Luthien was Elrond’s uhh great great grandmother (or whatever, I didn’t count) and absolutely does not mention that he is also descended from her. Frodo thinks his voice sounds rich and deep and I am inferring he also thinks Strider looks very beautiful is he is telling ancient lore that no-one else knows.

But black riders show up, and though Frodo resists he is Compelled to put on the Ring. He sees the Nazgul in great detail, and manages to take the Ring off, get out his sword, and mumble Varda’s Sindarin name as they lunge, before he faints. Good multitasking, Frodo!

FLIGHT TO THE FORD

We learn  that the Nazgul have been somewhat driven off NOT by Frodo attempting to stab the Witch King but by him muttering the name of the light Vala. Now they’re lurking. Oh Frodo has a cursed wound now though; the Nazgul are expecting it to incapacitate him completely soon. BUT Strider knows some medicine, slightly magic medicine, which he explains in endearingly complete detail.

Anyway they put Frodo on the pony (who has recovered from Ferny’s ill treatment somewhat!) and run for it. Frodo is stoic in his pain; everyone else is edgy, tired, and miserable. They make it to the bridge over the Hoarwell River, where Strider was expecting to encounter Nazgul. He finds a beryl (also known as an elf-stone, puzzlingly), and takes it as a sign that it’s safe to cross. Maybe some elves are looking out for them? Frodo asks about the ruins they are riding through (destroyed by Angmarians) and Strider tells that he learned a lot of his lore at Rivendell: “I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may.There my heart is; but it is not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Elrond.” Aw. You got some kind of a prophecy complex there, Strider? Also, even Strider gets lost sometimes, when taking extra sneaky paths to throw off pursuit. Frodo can hardly move but has to walk anyway; our heroes are off-course and nearly out of food. They’re so off-course that they come upon the trolls Bilbo fought during his adventure--I don’t think this will be very important, but it gives a nice sense of continuity, and a reminder that hobbits can go on adventures and come out all right.

Later that day they meet Glorfindel, lately of Rivendell, on the road; turns out he was the one who chased the Nazgul away from the Hoarwell bridge. Elrond has been sending out riders to look for our party. He gives Frodo his horse, for speedy getaways. Frodo, the darling, tries to say he doesn’t want to get away and leave his friends behind, but Glorfindel points out that he’s the only reason they’re in danger, and if he gets away they’ll be safer. Frodo shuts up. They almost manage to reach the ford at Bruinen before the Nazgul come upon them; Frodo rides hell for leather but some of them are lying in wait!

'The Ring! The Ring!' they cried with deadly voices; and immediately their leader urged his horse forward into the water, followed closely by two others.

'By Elbereth and Lúthien the Fair,' said Frodo with a last effort, lifting up his sword, 'you shall have neither the Ring nor me!'

My boy! So the river surges up and carries off the Nazgul (all nine!) while they’re trying to cross (later we learn Elrond has total command over the river; sick). And I realize Arwen isn’t going to be in this at all. It’s weird that they turned Glorfindel into her for the movies.

HEY NOW IT’S TIME FOR BOOK 2! And the first chapter:

MANY MEETINGS

Frodo wakes in a warm comfy bed, and Gandalf is there to tell him what’s going on. Since we already know, I’m omitting most of that, except this part:

'I am glad,' said Frodo. 'For I have become very fond of Strider. Well, fond is not the right word. I mean he is dear to me; though he is strange, and grim at times. In fact, he reminds me often of you. I didn't know that any of the Big People were like that.’

HAH. He is dear to Frodo. They will learn to understand each other. And then they will tenderly hold hands. Anyway Gandalf gives some more exposition, ho hum. Frodo wakes later SO READY for feasting and stories; Sam comes in.

He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away.

`Hullo, Sam!' said Frodo.

`It's warm!' said Sam. `Meaning your hand, Mr. Frodo. It has felt so cold through the long nights. But glory and trumpets!'

Oh noooo that’s super gay. Sam is such a sweetheart, MOSTLY with Frodo. I get the impression he has had a crush for a very long time. Frodo and Sam find their other hobbit pals; Pippin is filled with sass and sarcasm, as usual, and they are both very glad to see Frodo alive and well. And just in time for the feast, too! We go to the feast, and hear a bunch of physical descriptions of the people sitting at the high table with Frodo (Elrond, Glorfindel, Gandalf, and Arwen). We learn, in a kind of ambient information way, that “Elladan and Elrohir were out upon errantry: for they rode often far afield with the Rangers of the North, forgetting never their mother's torment in the dens of the orcs.” Holy shit what? I don’t remember anything about Celebrian getting, uh, kidnapped and tortured?

Frodo is actually sitting next to Gloin, which is cool! He is described as a dwarf of great importance, princely, with white hair. Frodo is very curious to hear any news he can give, and Gloin is happy to get the chance to infodump to such a polite listener! What brings him here is rather grim, though--three of his friends are missing. He declines to say more; I expect we’ll learn of it during the council. After eating everyone goes to the fire/storytelling hall, where Bilbo is huddled up real small composing a song (apparently Aragorn sometimes helps him compose songs, very cute). After a while Bilbo sings the song they were coming up with (it’s about Earendil) and then gets indignant when the elves can’t tell whose parts are whose. “Sheep look different to other sheep!” they say. Rather insulting, although I’m sure elves never mean to be especially condescending.

And now, because I am very curious and haven’t totally worn myself out for the day, let’s read

THE COUNCIL OF ELROND

There are lots of weird people at the council! Representatives from several elf settlements as well as Gloin and his son Gimli, and Boromir who is simply from “the South.” The first news we hear is of what happened to Balin, Ori, and Oin--they took a party of dwarves and went to try to reclaim Moria, feeling that they were very prosperous where they were in Erebor. AND that messengers from Sauron came, asking for the friendship of the dwarves (offering rings of power), and their help catching a certain thief. They fear war on their eastern border, and that the human king nearby might yield to Sauron’s wishes; so they have come to seek advice, and to warn Bilbo.

Next Elrond tells the history of the Ring... “but since that history is elsewhere recounted, even as Elrond himself set it down in his books of lore, it is not here recalled.” A few things of interest: we used to have Minas Ithil and Minas Anor, yes--Minas Ithil was taken and became Minas Morgul, the tower of sorcery. Minas Anor became Minas Tirith (II), the tower of guard. I don’t think they mentioned that in any of the third-age supplementals. Boromir is sort of indignant at the implication that Gondor’s strength and splendor are waning; he would like everyone to know that Gondor is the chiefest bulwark against Sauron in the south, thank you very much! Also he says that his brother had a prophetic poem dream that said to go find Elrond at Imladris and seek advice. Because it was too dangerous for his brother and he wanted to protect him, Boromir came on his own, a journey of almost four months! Brother mentions in his speech: 3. Bilbo gets defensive on Aragorn’s behalf and recites his own poem (“all that is gold does not glitter...”). It’s like a really low-key rap battle. Aw and Aragorn is down on his appearance again, he says he doesn’t look much like the beautiful statues of Isildur and Elendil. Darling we’ve got to do something about that low self-esteem.

Gandalf then tells of his quest to figure out what ring Bilbo truly had. Secret library science! The most thrilling kind of quest! Aragorn puts in a bit about how he found Gollum and brought him to Mirkwood so Gandalf could question him, and the Mirkwood elves hold him... which leads us to Legolas’ reason for being here--Gollum has escaped!

‘We had not the heart to keep him ever in dungeons under the earth, where he would fall back into his old black thoughts.'

'You were less tender to me,' said Glóin with a flash of his eyes.

They kept bringing him outside to climb trees, so he could get a little exercise, that’s so good of them. BUT he was better at climbing than elves, oops. So while they were waiting for him to come down his guards were attacked by orcs, and when the battle was over he was gone! Meanwhile, Gandalf was sent for by Saruman, via their fellow wizard Radagast the Brown. He goes to Orthanc and is immediately greeted with great rudeness and contempt by Saruman.

'I looked then and saw that his robes, which had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours. and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered.

' "I liked white better," I said.

Lmao nice Gandalf. Anyway they stick him on top of the tower, and he realizes only now that Isengard is full of wolves and orcs and nasty smoke. Really, dude? Thankfully Radagast is still sending messengers to Orthanc with news; one of them is Gwaihir the current king of eagles, who is able to bear Gandalf away. I love how extra that is, sending the king of eagles as a courier to tell someone the Nine are riding around the Shire. Gwaihir takes Gandalf to Rohan (which apparently pays a yearly tribute of horses to Mordor!), where he finds that “the lies of Saruman are already at work.” The king still tells him to take a horse, though he wants nothing to do with Gandalf; this is how Gandalf gets Shadowfax, a horse with chameleon abilities who is also very fast. Boromir very much doubts that the Rohirrim would buy their lives with horses, but Gandalf and Aragorn sort of condescendingly tell him not to be so sure. It’s interesting how Tolkien is setting up Boromir as this naive guy who thinks his kingdom is the only one helping people and that things are still going well. This in contrast to Gandalf and Aragorn, who find the current situation extremely dire.

I also want to talk about Elrond’s editorial comment on Saruman: “It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.” Once again, even having knowledge of how Sauron works is corrupting. I’m not sure if this is a thing Sauron does by magic, or if Tolkien is suggesting that knowledge and study are inherently a corrupting force! We can see it parallels the way Sauron traditionally swayed people to his side--through crafting knowledge. But in this case he wasn’t even there to earn Saruman’s trust. Saruman was Too Wise (or really, Too Clever and Not Wise Enough). Tolkien’s bias seems to be toward those who don’t seek knowledge, and rather take action. That’s a little simplified but it’s the best I can do right now, since I’m a little fatigued from spending like 3 hours on this liveblog. We’ll be done soon.

Now we are discussing what is to be done with the Ring; Glorfindel briefly suggests giving it to Tom Bombadil, since his domain is impenetrable and the Ring has no effect on him. But he doesn’t care about it, and he’d just lose it. I love that this is a solution they considered. Elrond eventually decides that they have to either destroy it or send it to Aman--and Valinor will not have a piece of evil that belongs to Middle Earth. Boromir, naturally, wants to use it, but in the end they decide they’ll have to cast it into Mount Doom. Bilbo volunteers (we all know why) and is shot down. Frodo volunteers, and Elrond says to him,

'I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great.’

I like this image a lot.

[theepolynesian]

Forgive Me

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

You look around Imladris. It felt so nice to be back home, but you weren’t going to say that. Not in front of these dwarves.

They had yet to find out that you were actually an elf. You told them that you were of the race of man and throughout the journey, you kept your hair in one big braid and your ears were always tucked under your hair and no one had suspected a thing. Well at least you thought they didn’t.

You felt bad but it was necessary in order for you to actually join in the adventure. Gandalf had sent word to you that he needed help and after a very long conversation with your father, you left to meet Gandalf in the Shire.

Gandalf had told you that Thorin would be very against you joining since you were an elf and you promised that you’d hide your heritage for as long as you could, but now that you were home you weren’t too sure you could.

You spy Lindir walking down the steps and he looks at you in surprise. You were not dressed in your usual elvish garb. You were dressed in a white, long-sleeved undershirt with a blue vest and black trousers. You were dressed like a hobbit. Sort of.

You nod at him and he nods back and the exchange isn’t missed by Thorin.

“Mithrandir,” Lindir states, but you continue to ignore him as you look around for your father. “Are you looking for something?” Thorin asks from behind and you jump.

“Nothing at all,” you respond as you hear,“my lord Elrond is not here.”

“Where is he?” Mithrandir asks and there’s a horn being blown. You smile slightly as you recognize it.

You turn as you hear horses galloping towards you. You hear Thorin shout something in Khuzdul and next thing you know you are being thrown into the middle of a dwarves circle.

“Close ranks!” Thorin shouts again and Bilbo is thrust into you. You watch as the dwarves are holding their weapons ready to attack. You see your father leading the group and you know he sees you as well.

When he unmounts, you look at all the elves. People that you have grown up with. You have this overwhelming urge to tuck your hair behind your ears but you don’t.

“Who is he?” Bilbo asks as your father strikes up a conversation with Gandalf.

“That is Lord Elrond. Ruler of the elven realm of Imladris,” you reply as your father turns towards the Company.

“Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain,” Lord Elrond states. “I do not believe we have met,” Thorin’s reply is curt and cold.

“You have your grandfather’s bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the Mountain,” Lord Elrond says again.

“Indeed. He made no mention of you,” Thorin replies and you can’t help, but growl at his blatant disrespect towards your father. That gains the attention of Thorin and your father.

“Do they know that I am your father?” He asks and you shake your head.

“You speak elvish?” Thorin asks, angrily. “It’s good to know multiple languages,” you shrug and he looks at you suspiciously but your father says something else in elvish.

Gloin thinks he’s insulting them but you know he’s offering them food and shelter.

Thorin accepts, bless the stubborn dwarf, and you all follow your father. You stay behind the group and speak with Lindir.

“When you left, I did not expect you to come back with dwarves,” he says, quietly in elvish.

“Neither did my father. I’m pretty sure he’s going to be quite upset,” you explain.

“Why the different clothing?” He asks. “Thorin Oakenshield absolutely hates elves. That much is obvious. They still think I am of the race of man. Well at least I think they do,” you respond.

You silence yourself as you see Fili and Kili falling back to you, Kili squeezing himself between you and Lindir.

Lindir narrows his eyes at the dwarf and moves to walk with Lord Elrond.

“Flirting with the enemy are we?” Fili asks and you laugh.

“He is not the enemy. Although your uncle may think so, they are not. The only enemies we have are the orcs,” you retort.

“Well flirting with the elf is a no no to Thorin,” Kili replies. “And to you guys?” You ask, wondering what their opinions on elves are and if their hate runs as deeps as their uncles or even exists to begin with.

“Well I mean he’d have to go through us to get to you. You cannot court our y/n unless you get the approval of the mighty princes of Erebor,” they exclaim, puffins their chests out and making everyone turn towards you.

You giggle at their antics.

“Are you quite done with your loudness?” Thorin asks coldly.

“Yes, my liege,” you say, bowing sarcastically. That earns you a few snickers from the elves and a growl from Thorin.

“You’re one of them,” he growls, boots thumping heavily as he makes his way towards you. You straighten and you realize that your ears are no longer hidden. You watch as Thorin pushes his way through the Company. You know you should be intimidated, but you can’t be intimidated by a dwarf who’s nearly two heads shorter than you.

“If you are referring to a fact that I am an elf then yes, I am an elf,” you reply, coolly.

“This entire time, you’ve been lying to us,” he growls again and you can’t help but think that he’s sounding like beast rather than a dwarf.

“For a good cause. If I had wanted to come on this trip, I had to pretend to be something I’m not because you Mister Oakenshield are too stubborn to accept help from a race other than your own,” you argue.

“We did not need you, you insolent little girl. You are nothing but a burden.”

You scoff

“Saying that I’m a burden is like saying you aren’t the rightful king under the Mountain-,” you say and you know he heard you wrong as he moves to strike you, but Fili and Kili are quicker and so are the elven guards. There are a total of six surrounding him with their bows drawn and with his arms pinned to his side by Fili and Kili. Dwalin makes a move to help Thorin, but is held back by his brother.

“Lay a finger on my daughter and you will find yourself forcibly removed. I will not stand for violence in my home Thorin Oakenshield and it would do well for you to remember where you are at,” Lord Elrond says, “y/n, please go to your rooms. I will send dinner to your chambers and when I am done with the guests, we will have a discussion as to why you have broken my promise to not follow these dwarves.”

You are in so much trouble now. You now your head slightly.

“Yes, Ada,” you say quietly and with that you leave to your room.

Once you are gone, the elven guards go back to their original positions and Fili and Kili finally let their uncle go. He fixes himself and turns back to face the Company knowing he messed up. All he spots are confused faces and disappointed looks from his nephews and Balin.

Lord Elrond continues leading the group to the dining area with a lot more tension hanging in the air. Thorin sighs as he realizes that he’ll be sitting with Gandalf and Lord Elrond.

They all take a seat.

“You come into my home and nearly attack my daughter. Not a great first impression,” Lord Elrond says.

“She insulted me-,”

“If I remember correctly, her exact words were, ‘saying that I am a burden is like saying you aren’t the rightful king under the Mountain. You misheard her,” Lord Elrond interrupts and Thorin looks down at his plate in shame.

He had misheard you and he was now regretting it even if you were an elf.

“It seems she has a lot of explaining to do to the both of us,” Lord Elrond states and Thorin looks confused.

“I don’t understand,” he says.

“My daughter spoke of a group of dwarves traveling to see their kin in their Iron Hills, but it was not obvious as to why she brought it up. She spoke of wanting to help you on your journey. Protect you from the orcs roaming the lands. As she was leaving Rivendell, I forbade her from helping you because her mother already got hurt heavily by the orcs in the past and she replied saying that she was going to Lothlorien to visit her grandparents. As you can see, she did not,” Lord Elrond tells him.

“Your daughter had betrayed your trust all for the sake of dwarves?” He asks quietly.

“That she has and she has not came back. She must like the Company,” Lord Elrond says again and they change the conversation to that of the swords they carry, but they are interrupted by a child. A child that is not of elvish ancestry.

“Lord Elrond! Is y/n back?” A boy with shoulder length wavy brown hair asks excitedly, interrupting the conversation and forgetting his manners. Lord Elrond smiles at the child slightly, remembering to scold him for his rudeness later.

“Estel, you have asked me this everyday since she left and I have given you the same answer everyday.”

The boys shoulders drop and he looks at the ground sadly.

“So she is not here then?” He asks quietly and that causes Elrond to smile.

“She is in her quarters. She could probably use the Company,” Elrond states and the boy looks up excitedly and runs out the way he came, knocking over a few elves, making the Company laugh.

“Is he y/n’s child?” Thorin asks.

“No, he is not. He is an orphaned child that we had found outside of Imladris. He is not what he seems,” Elrond states and Gandalf nods, understanding exactly who the boy is and what he is to become.

Thorin nods and watches as Bofur sings a tune and ducks as good gets flown his way.

With Y/N

You sigh, staring at your feet. You decided to draw yourself a bath. You haven’t had a proper bath since you left.

Thorin will surely leave you behind and your father will not be happy. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

You scrub your body, not wanting to think of it and get out of the tub, putting on the elvish dress you usually wore at home. There’s a knock on the door and you open it only to get tackled into a hug.

You look down to find Estel. You smile and pull him up into a hug. He wraps an arm around your neck.

“Hello, sweetheart. It is good to see you after so long. You’ve gotten so big,” you tell him.

He breaks away and looks at you and he looks like he’s ready to give you a scolding.

“Why did you leave me?” He asks, pouting and you can’t help but smile.

“Because I wanted to bring you back a present. A present from The Shire and Bree,” you say, bringing him into the room and place him on your bed.

“What kind of things did you bring from the shire? Hobbits don’t really seem like a race to have things only they make,” he tells you and you look down at him. He may look 5 but he’s a 10-year-old and a very smart one at that.

“Will clothes suffice?” You ask him. He brightens up.

He quite liked clothes that didn’t look elvish and was always interested in their design. He did not like the silk of elves but rather the cotton and leather made by other races.

“Bright clothes? Like the ones they wear?” He asks and you nod going into your back.

You bring out six waist coats: two red, two green and two yellow. One for his size now and another for when he gets older. It was the biggest hobbit size they had and you knew he was going to outgrow them soon, but you didn’t care. You also bring out a white undershirt that hobbits seem to wear with their waistcoats and a pocket watch you bought along with the clothes.

He hurriedly takes off his clothes and tries on the hobbit clothes that you had brought. He spins around, watching himself in the vanity and that makes you laugh as there’s a knock on the door yet again.

You leave him to try on the rest of the clothes and open the door. There is an elf-maid carrying a try of food. You thank her and accept it, thankful for actually being able to eat. Dwarves and Hobbits and Wizards were keen on eating meat while you were not.

You leave the door open behind you as you take a seat at your desk, watching Estel put on and take off his clothes. He beams at you as he puts back his elven garb.

“I love it y/n,” he tells you, giving you a hug. You smile at him.

“Have you eaten?” You ask him. He shakes his head and you stand to grab another chair and bring it over to you. You two end up talking about trolls and dwarves and hobbits.

Many hours later, instead of finding just you, Lord Elrond and Thorin find you and Estel lying on the bed with Estel clinging to your side as if his life depended on it and you with a smile on your face.

Elrond smiles and closes the door.

“We shall speak to her tomorrow,” he says and Thorin nods and they both go their separate ways.

Thorin joins the Company, sitting next to his nephews.

“What will you do with y/n?” Fili asks quietly, not wanting to anger his uncle further. Thorin sighs as all of the Company members turn toward him, waiting for an answer.

“I will speak with her tomorrow. If she still wants to come after the way I treated her, then so be it, but her father isn’t too keen about her coming with us but he is leaving the decision to her,” he announces and the Company lets out a sigh of relief.

They liked you. A lot. You were quirky and brought joy to those around you. You didn’t stand for anyone’s shit and always defended those who needed it. You Almost hit Thorin when he said it was Bilbos fault for being captured by the trolls. Almost. Dwalin was there to hold you back.

“Why the change of heart?” ImDwalin asks.

“She may have lied to us, but she chose us over her own kin and I cannot ask for more loyalty then that,” Thorin says, looking at the makeshift fire.

The next day, the Company awakens to a child’s laughter. Said child comes running into their make shift camp and straight into Thorin.

“I’m sorry, sir,” Estel apologizes, quickly standing straight. He squeaks as you pick him up and throw him in the air.

“Got you little prince,” you tell him, turning him around. He groans and thumps his head on your shoulder.

“I’m not a prince Lady y/n! I hate when you call me that,” he says. “I’m sorry little prince,” you say, giggling as he glares at you.

“I don’t want to be it again! I’ll never find you,” he pouts.

“Okay we’ll take a break alright? And then we can play some other games that I picked up from Hobbits and Men,” you tell him. He nods enthusiastically and you put him down.

He runs off to who knows where.

“You’re quite good with him,” Thorin says and you look at him, smiling and temporarily forgetting that he was probably mad at you.

“I’ve always wanted children, but it’s hard to settle down. Children are amazing things. No care in the world with unending happiness surrounding them. Oh how I wish to be like that once again,” you tell him, watching the spot Estel was once at.

Thorin watches you quietly.

“Walk with me?” He asks and you nod, sighing.

You go to a more private area over looking Rivendell.

“I am truly sorry about almost hitting you last night. I don’t know what came over me,” he apologizes, swallowing his pride.

“It is quite alright. I guess I could have worded it differently,” you tell him.

“Why?” He asks.

“Why what?” You ask, leaning on the railing.

“Why disobey your father for the sake of dwarves? Why are you so forgiving after I nearly attacked you? Why?” He asks, looking down at his feet in shame.

You look at him closely. You’ve never seen a dwarf act so quietly around an elf. Especially this one. It made your heart happy that he was slowly getting over the differences.

“Because Master Dwarf in this world that we live in, there is no hope if all we do is hate each other. We will burn to the ground if we do not get along and I do not want that. I have been in this world for 2841 years, I think it is time we make a change,” you tell him.

He nods as there is a throats being cleared behind you. You sigh, spotting your father.

“I will see you later, my king,” you say. He nods.

You’ve gotten quite used to calling him that. You actually stated it sarcastically while he was barking out orders to you and it kind of just stuck.

You take your father’s offered arm and you walk through the familiar halls of Imladris.

“You have disobeyed my orders,” he states and you sigh.

“That I have,” you respond

“And why is that, may I ask?”

“Because I want to go on adventures not just listen to them! I want to see the world and what’s out there and I can’t do that here,” you explain excitedly.

You rarely left Imladris. Actually you never left. As the eldest you had a lot of things to take care of back home. A lot of things to learn and memorize and etiquette and all that good jaz. You also had been very skilled with swords since the day you picked one up and after being the trainee you were the trainer. You trained all of the soldiers your father had.

So in your 2841 years of life, you have never left. You didn’t even know what a dog looked like and it was getting quite annoying.

“Is this what you truly want?” He asks.

“It is father. I am sorry that I have disobeyed you but you have to let me go sometime,” you say.

He sighs.

“That I will. Come, let us head to the dining room,” he says and you follow him to the dining room.

The dwarves are already there and have already started to eat. You take a seat next to Gandalf with Thorin sitting on the other side. You begin eating and you hear Bofur say something about changing the tune.

You turn to find him moving to stand on the sacred stool.

“Bofur!” You snap. He stops in mid step and turns to you afraid. “Don’t you dare!” You hiss. “I was just trying to relieve the boredom Miss,” he says, straightening out. Your glare does not waiver.

“You are a guest in the house of elves not the house of dwarves. You will sit and eat your food or I will screwer you myself,” You demand narrowing your eyes. He nods and sits back down.

You look around as you realize everything is quiet. All the elves are looking at me like You’ve grown another head. The dwarves are giggling behind their hands. They already know my anger.

“Did I say something wrong?” You ask, turning back to your father. “Of course not dear. We’re just a little stunned is all. I’ve never known a dwarf to listen to an elf,” he says.

“Dwarves are an amazing race and if elves would take their time to get to know them rather than judge then the world will be a much better place,” You say eating my food and missing Thorin’s smile.

“That it would,” he says.

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

If not for him

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2rWregR

by ewewds

If Bilbo Baggins had any say in what his sister did she would be at home safe without any weapons or dwarves or, frankly, mind bogglingly crazy ideas. Trillium baggins would be a perfectly normal, respectable hobbit. As it happens, Bilbo Baggins did not have any say in what his sister did.

Words: 4440, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: OFC, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, The Company, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Elrond Peredhel, Azog (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Thranduil (Tolkien), Beorn (Tolkien), Radagast | Aiwendil, Balin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Óin, Glóin, Fíli, Kíli, Nori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Smaug (Tolkien), Bard the Bowman, Bard's Children, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Dáin Ironfoot

Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Balin/Dori (Tolkien), OFC/someone but not yet decided, Background Kili/Tauriel

Additional Tags: Gay, Bilbo has a sister, That's so original good job me, Strong Language, Original Character(s), female disguised as male, possibly trans character I haven't decided, Angst, probably, Everybody Lives, I just can't kill them ok I'm too weak, descriptions of battles, first fic, hobbits that aren't very hobbitish, Fíli and Kíli are adorable, Mentions of Death, Minor Character Death, injuries, Beorn is a sweetheart, Alternate Universe, Drinking, Slow Build, this is probably going to be long

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2rWregR