#bilbo is missing once again

[minahwa]

redraw of my old work

scene from @halfelven’s ‘so late in returning’ fic

[munsonsmixtapes]

Sharing is Caring

steddie x reader

summary: Steve and Eddie decide to have an open relationship and despite that, Eddie decides to keep the girl he met in a chat room a secret. Little does he know that Steve is keeping a secret of his own.

cw: brief mention of struggle with sexuality

ladybaggins has requested to chat!

ladybaggins: hi

eddiethebanished69: hi

eddiethebanished69: fan of Bilbo hm?

ladybaggins: of course

ladybaggins: that’s my husband

eddiethebanished69: so that’s my competition?

ladybaggins: we’re not exclusive. Why? Are you flirting with me, Eddie the banished?

eddiethebanished69: what if I am?

ladybaggins: then I would be prompted to ask if that’s you in your pfp

eddiethebanished69: it is

ladybaggins: fuck-

eddiethebanished69: can’t tell if that’s a compliment or insult

ladybaggins: definitely a compliment

eddiethebanished69: good

ladybaggins: are you in a band or something? I see you’re playing a guitar in your pfp

eddiethebanished69: yep

eddiethebanished69: but I won’t share my band name to protect my anonymity if you don’t mind

ladybaggins: of course I don’t mind

ladybaggins: what genre are you categorized as?

eddiethebanished69: heavy metal

ladybaggins: that’s hot

ladybaggins: I mean-that’s hot

ladybaggins: that’s really cool

eddiethebanished69: have a thing for metal bands, hm?

ladybaggins: maybe-

eddiethebanished69: you are already becoming very interesting, Lady Baggins

eddiethebanished69: well, I should go make dinner. Same time tomorrow?

ladybaggins: I wouldn't miss it! Until then, Eddie the banished.

Eddie leans back in his chair at his desk, smiling to himself as Steve enters the office. He doesn't know why, but he's quick to close the tab where he was talking to you. He has nothing to hide, especially since he and Steve recently decided that they wanted to have an open relationship. So he's not cheating on Steve and he definitely doesn't feel ashamed. He just wants to keep this to himself because he shares everything with his boyfriend. This is something he's going to keep between himself and his web browser. And you, of course.

"Hey, honey," Steve says as he drops a kiss to the top of Eddie's head. giving his shoulders a squeeze as he does so. Eddie lets out a hum as this is the one thing that he loves the most that Steve does. It just a sweet gesture that showed Eddie just how much Steve loves him.

"Hey," Eddie turns in his chair, puckering his lips, asking for a kiss and Steve is quick to oblige, resting his hands on the arm rests on the chair while leaning down and capturing Eddie's lips between his two. Once he pulls away, Eddie pats his lap and Steve is quick to sit as Eddie turns to face the desk again, opening up the city building game that Steve loves to watch him play.

This is their favorite activity of the day. No matter how many times they do it, they never get bored. Steve loves the way Eddie's hands rest on his thighs and Eddie loves how Steve will lean his head back on his shoulder. It's the perfect setup.

Afterwards, the two of them head to the kitchen where the Chinese food that Steve had picked up on his way home from work. The table is already set and they sit in their respective chairs, eating is comfortable silence.

Steve is rubbing his foot up and down Eddie’s leg and Eddie takes Steve’s free hand, bringing to his lips for a gentle kiss. Eddie doesn’t know how he got so lucky as to have someone as amazing as Steve, but he’s not going to question it. And he certainly doesn’t take it for granted either. He’s always quick to tell Steve just how much he loves him and how grateful he is to have the man in his life.

It goes both ways. Steve is equally grateful for the man sitting across from him, wondering why he had been so rude to him in high school when he’s nothing but a sweetheart. He sometimes still can’t believe that Eddie gave him a second chance when their paths crossed again when they realized that they were going to the same university.

Eddie always knew he liked men, very secure in his sexuality and Steve thinks that’s one of the many reasons why he disliked Eddie. Because he was always unapologetically himself, always seen going on dates with different men and women around town and Steve envied that.

Steve also was always attracted to men even though he would try to deny it. He just liked that guy’s pants and wanted to know where he got them or wanted to know that other guy’s workout routine so he could get jacked like him.

Steve didn’t fully come to terms with the fact that he was bisexual until his senior year of high school. Everyone was playing spin the bottle and his landed on Evan Thompson from his English class. He always thought the guy was cute and would have even gone as far to say that he had a crush on him. But kissing him was a whole other thing.

Steve went for it anyway since rules were rules and even though it was just a quick peck, up until he kissed Eddie for the first time, that was the best kiss he had ever had.

That night, he went home and couldn’t get Evan or the kiss out of his head, wondering what was wrong with him and why he was thinking about it so much. He didn’t think about guys in that way. He was just confused because he hadn’t kissed anyone in a while.

But after a long conversation with Robin, they both came to the same conclusion. That Steve was bi and that there was nothing wrong with that. And accepting it was like a giant weight had been lifted from his chest. It was like he could finally breathe for the first time.

He tried to date men when he moved out of Hawkins and went to college, but it never seemed to go quite right. He was ready, he knew it, but he just couldn’t quite get comfortable enough to be himself.

That is, until he officially met Eddie towards the end of their freshman year. It was a lame party and the two of them shared a joint out on the back porch of the house.

Eddie was the first person Steve officially came out to other than Robin and besides her, he was the only other person who really saw him. To him, he wasn’t Steve “the hair” Harrington, he was just Steve.

Chemistry built pretty quickly and before either of them could stop it, the two of them were making out, the joint long gone, their hands now tangled in each other’s hair.

And afterwards, Eddie walked Steve back to his apartment and the rest is history. They’ve been together ever since.

After dinner and plenty of kisses, Eddie retires back to his office, wondering if you had messaged him again while he was eating, but there’s no new messages nor a green dot next to your profile pic.

He can’t stop thinking about you and he doesn’t know why. He hasn’t really been attracted to anyone else since he got with Steve, but you’re different and he can’t quite put his finger on it.

He thinks it’s because he’s still got it. He’s able to flirt without being too awkward and you seemed to be into it. He wonders if you’ll message him tomorrow and flirt with him some more.

[fili-urzudel]

Hello!! Could you do 14, 15 and 31 with Fili? Romantic or platonic, up to you. Thank you 💜

13. Sitting together

14. Handholding

15. Sharing a blanket (potentially violent)

31. Stargazing

This combination is classic and oh-so-fluffy, and with my favorite Dwarf to boot! I went ahead and added another prompt as well.

Everyone lives AU, because there is no other ending in my mind.

BTW I'm sick :( but I'm going to try to get at least one other prompt request out this week

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k

Moonrise - Fíli Durin x Reader

The Durin's Day festival was always fun, but it was all the more spectacular in the newly reclaimed Erebor.

"The first autumn equinox since the mountain was reclaimed, can you believe it?" Fíli said with a bright smile, looking with pride at the crisscrossing bridges and vaulted ceilings of the entrance to the mountain. There was still plenty of work to be done, to be sure, but its improvement was impressive regardless.

"And in a couple days, the anniversary of when it was reclaimed," you nodded in agreement. "A few months after that, the anniversary of the first time you walked around by yourself."

"Hush, I'm trying to enjoy this," Fíli gave you a fake scowl, unconsciously probing the scar hidden beneath his tunic.

You changed directions. "Of course, my Prince," you teased. "You look very nice today."

You meant it. His hair was freshly washed, the slightly damp strands frizzing out in the cool morning air. Each bead was carefully placed, a few decorative gold ones added in place of a crown. His tunic was a smooth yet understated silk underneath his leather vest and wool coat. Every detail was precisely placed, the burnt oranges and browns blending seamlessly. He had clearly been seen to with the utmost care. He looked like royalty, even without the royal garb. Most importantly, he was healthy.

His smile softened, his cheeks turning a bit pink under his mustache. "Thank you," he glanced to the ground before looking back up at you. "And you're beautiful as ever."

You blushed deeper than him, unused to compliments. You plucked at the placket of your own wool coat, dyed a deep woad blue. It was your favorite. "Thank you," you said, choosing for once to believe him. "What duties do you have today?"

"None, surprisingly," Fíli breathed. "Thorin's let me have a break, so I can enjoy the first festival in our new home right alongside you." Something about that little word, our, set your heart ablaze. "You want to stick with me?"

"If you'll have me," he smiled again. That smile was impossible to resist.

"Of course I will."

Erebor had been steadily growing over the past year, but that day, it seemed more alive than ever. The market squares were full, overflowing into the wide side streets. Jewelry, blades, shields, ceramics, sculptures--anything made out of earth or in forges were certainly found somewhere in the expansive space. The Ereborian dwarves' tentative friendship with the Men of Dale caused new, less traditional stands to pop up as well: flower stalls, street food vendors featuring fish dishes, and clothing and homeware shops full of bolts of linen. The mountain had only dwarves—and Bilbo—in its halls, a presently rare occurrence, and so you were all free to speak Khuzdul, the sharp sounds ringing pleasantly in your ears.

The two of you strolled as quickly as possible through all the markets had to offer, determined not to miss the afternoon's performances. You exercised exemplary self-restraint, only stopping at one of every five stalls that caught your eye.

"No," became a very popular word as well, what with resisting Fíli's unceasing offers to purchase anything you liked.

"Well, if you will not spend any of your share of the treasure, I must spend some of mine and relieve what must be the terrible, stifling boredom of your living quarters, my friend," he teased, mustache beads swinging from side to side.

"I will have no prince wasting his money on me."

"Oh, it's never a waste if it's you," Fíli told you surely.

There he went again, saying things that made your palms sweat and your cheeks flush. "You're too kind."

Fíli smirked at the way you diverted your gaze. "Well, if I cannot buy you a rug, at least allow me to buy you lunch," he gestured to a permanent restaurant on the corner that was swarmed with dwarrow.

You couldn't help a smile at that. "Hot stew?" You asked, referring to the almost overpoweringly spicy meat-and-potato stew that was a dwarven classic. Benron's was your favorite.

"As hot as you like, of course," He agreed, guiding you forward with a gentle hand on your back.

The stew made your eyes stream in the best way, and you pulled Fíli out of the restaurant scarcely once he was finished eating. "We have to find good seats!" You reasoned as he raised an eyebrow, still wiping his mouth.

"You do realize that Thorin has the best seats, and by extension, we do as well?"

"Right," you said. You had forgotten. Somehow, none of the Durins were royalty in your mind. They were still your traveling companions, dirt poor and looked at as crazy.

"Still, it is sort of nice to take a seat before everyone starts filtering in and it gets too loud," Fíli reassured you. "After you."

The grand presentation began with a song to the mountain. In the ancient tradition, singing was a way to ask the mountain to reveal its secrets, a careful gathering of tones that would uncover its nature.

This song, however, was made more to please the ears of the listener. It was a song of thanks, of hardly believing that this mountain was once again the shelter for her people. You tried your best to control the tears that rose to your eyes.

Fíli leaned over, bumping your shoulder with his. You gave a small smile that he returned, and you could see in his eyes that he was thinking of all that it took to get there.

"We did it," you whispered.

"Yeah, we did."

The opening songs were followed by traditional dances, a speed-forging competition, and a few spars. You cheered on the brothers as they fought each other, with a healthy dose of brotherly teasing. Fíli let his little brother win, or so he told you. The look on Kíli's face was more than worth it. You congratulated him and let them both clean up as you headed to the gates.

The gates were still open, cool air pouring into the mountain as the sun dropped in the sky.

Dale was dimmer than usual—the city was empty. The men were lining the edge of the water with candles. This equinox now also marked the anniversary of the fall of Laketown and many of their loved ones. The dwarves tried their best to be respectful of their vigil.

You leaned against the wall and watched. You hoped they found peace and remembered to enjoy their new lives. Bard, standing at the back of the group, turned around. He caught your eye and nodded.

"Come with me, I think we should see something," Fíli's low whisper startled you from your reverie, and his hand wrapping around yours even more so.

"Where are we going?" You asked, not that it mattered. With his hand in yours, you'd probably follow him anywhere.

He led you on a trek around the front of the mountain, the setting sun turning everything orange and making his hair appear as flames as you went.

Caught in the daze of bliss, it took you a while to notice what was draped over his other arm. "Wait, is that—I told you not to buy that!"

It was the woven blanket you had noticed earlier, the tapestry depicting sunrays falling through a thick forest of firs. "And what if I bought this for myself? I have uses for it."

"Then it's alright, I suppose."

"You can keep it once I'm done with it, though."

"Sly fox."

"Coin pincher."

"Seriously, though, where are we going?" You asked.

Fíli smiled at you. "A certain very large staircase."

You gasped. "Leading to a secret doorway?"

"The very same. I figured, since we were both trying to help Kili, erm, not die, we missed the excitement, and now we can see it for ourselves."

"That's extraordinarily thoughtful of you."

"Eh, I'd say averagely thoughtful at best," Fíli shrugged.

"Perfectly suitable for me," you told him.

"Good."

The achingly long trip up the staircase was rewarded with a very nice sight: another, less decorative blanket spread across the stone, a couple flat pillows, and three lanterns, already lit and ready to face the darkness.

"When did you find time to do this?" You asked Fíli, grinning from ear to ear.

"I have my ways," he said mysteriously. "And help."

"That's where Bofur, Bilbo, and Dori disappeared to," you observed. "I see. Well, it's very sweet of all of you."

"I'm glad you think so," Fíli said, still holding your hand as he guided you to sit on the blanket with him.

The stairs had taken longer than anticipated, so the sun was already almost gone. You quieted as you realized how close the time was. The two of you watched in quiet admiration as the moon rose, bright and perfect, into the sky, before you turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the door.

You gasped. "There it is!" The moonrise revealed the shape of a perfectly hidden keyhole. "That is very neat, indeed."

"Mmhm," Fíli agreed. "Beautiful." The keyhole was not what he thought was beautiful. He wasn't actually looking at the door at all, but rather you, and the way the moonlight reflected off every spectacular detail of your face.

He had never known quite when he started to feel this way, only that he didn't in the Blue Mountains, when he barely knew you, and he did now.

You turned your gaze from the keyhole once the wonder had made a comfortable space in your heart, and looked to the stars, all too aware of how close Fíli was.

You read out the constellations to yourself in the comfortable silence, assuming the prince was doing the same. You then heard him shift.

"Lay with me," Fíli offered, and you turned around in record time, cheeks blazing and eyes wide.

"What?"

He was already lying down with his head on one of the pillows. "To watch the stars more comfortably."

"Alright," you said, voice quiet. You scooted down until you could lay your head on the other pillow, before changing your mind. You decided to take a risk and settle your head on his chest instead.

"Is this alright?" You asked immediately. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable in this situation.

"Of course it is," he said softly, his arm raising to hold your waist. "I enjoy being close to you."

It wasn't quite a grand confession, but it was good enough for your heart to begin hammering in your chest. "I enjoy being close to you, too."

[fantasyinallforms]

Alright, we've got to talk about this scene because for a scene as short as this one, it packs a huge punch! They manage to cram a frankly impressive amount of information into less than a min. This will be a long one so strap in and let's start at the very beginning, right after Ori asks, "What about Bilbo?"

Up until this point, we have only ever heard Thorin's voice crack once. Just once, and that was when he thought that he missed his chance to enter Erebor. A huge defining moment in this quest. The second time was right here when he said, "Give him more time." Please note how Thorin is standing. Hands pressed together and head bent, his back completely turned to the mountain. He doesn't even turn his head until Balin utters the word "Killed".

Now Here Thorin says, "You're afraid." He does it in an almost accusatory way and directly after Balin finishes his above sentence. I truly think this is because he has been sitting here dreading Bilbo's fate for hours. This, combined with the dragon sickness that's starting to take hold, wreaking havoc on his psyche. In this moment, the lines between Bilbo and the treasure are getting blurred. His face is a picture of discontent and fear. So in usual Thorin fashion, he lashes out. He voices his fear to Balin as an accusation. I don't think anything articulates how bizarre Thorin is acting more than the below gif.

Balin fully leans away from him in shock, eyes searching this face before going on to say that he fears for him with tears in his eyes. Thorin is at war with himself. He's at war with the growing greed pumping through his veins, and how much he cares and worries for Bilbo. His love for Bilbo is winning because he is desperately forcing himself to detach Bilbo from himself. They go out of their way in the next 13 seconds to tell us that multiple separate times! I will break those down for you now.

Let's start here with this line and how it's said. Time and time again, clearly on and off screen, Thorin has shown his regard for Bilbo. The handful of time we see is not enough to invoke this strong of a reaction from Balin, a Dwarf who has known him his entire life. Would not hesitate is a powerful choice of words. Think of the things you would not hesitate to save from death or destruction. They're all things you love, things you can't live without. That is what Balin is implying Bilbo is to Thorin. Balin knows the depth of Thorin's affection.

And here we have the response and the third time we ever hear Thorin's voice crack and stutter. He chooses to call him "burglar" and forces the words out through his teeth like a curse, like he's fighting something. The statement in and of itself is an obvious lie. He has risked his life for Bilbo multiple times. The trolls, the cliffside, even when Bard threatened them, and he practically glued himself to Bilbo's side.

That brings us to this moment. This is right after the dragon's roar. The look of pure panic at Balin's words. He looks at the door, and the battle between Bilbo and the Arkenstone flips to Bilbo like a light switch. In this moment, Bilbo is more important. He rushes through the door into fiery danger, and the relief in his voice when he sees Bilbo, is clearly audible. Now we all know in the next scene, he holds Bilbo at sword point, and it flickers again. After that, however, Thorin's sickness seems to reconcile Bilbo and the treasure as one thing. Why else would he give him the second most valuable thing in the hoard? Treasure can't steal treasure.

I do have a theory that if Bilbo had revealed the stone, Thorin would not have been upset. It was only when he gave it away that it was deemed betrayal in the highest order.

[luna-writes-stuff]

Eternally Missed, Bilbo Baggins

Song link

Fanfic, fem! reader

Fluff, mutual pining/oblivious reader

Word count: 3295

Tw: Not proofread. Race not specified, but could be implied as dwarvish. Self-degrading thoughts, mutual pining. Will they, won’t they. Slight angst. Misinterpreted feelings and actions. Oblivious reader, oops. That’s it?

Summary: Ever since laying eyes on your first, Bilbo knew it was you who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He tries to make this clear incredibly quick, fully aware of how little time he may have. But you were as oblivious as they came, and dismissed his proposals as platonic gestures. Until finally, he snaps, and just decides to tell you.

Buy me a coffee/force me to write more

“Chase your dreams away.

Glass needles in the hay.”

Throughout the journey, you could only be described as truly oblivious. Maybe not in your eyes, but definitely in those of the company. Their beloved burglar had fallen absolutely head over heels with you, yet there was something within you that simply seemed to not acknowledge it.

In hindsight, you might have seen it, or might have had a slight idea of what was happening, but the last thing you wanted to do was to get your hopes up. Thus, it was mere matter of a polite smile and dismissal without making it sound like a dismissal. You didn’t want to let him down, even though you had no idea of his true intentions.

You see, during the entire time of your travel to Erebor, Bilbo has tried to make it abundandly clear how fond he is of you. But between the running from imminent death, enemies luring around every corner and getting imprisoned every once in a while, the moments were never opportune enough. It didn’t mean that he didn’t try, but clearly, the ambiance was wrong. If he ever wanted to court someone, he’d propose it in his garden, under the clear nightsky of Hobbiton with a warm breeze in the air. Not after recovering for breath after having to run for thirty whole minutes, or in the dirty atmosphere of the Goblin caves. But fate did not seem to be on his side whatsoever. But he was nothing if not adamant.

“The sun forgives the clouds.

You are my holy shroud.”

The first time wanted to make his intentions clear during your stay in Rivendell. The dwarves had been bathing when he approached you, doubt and anxiety apparent in his features - but then again, when wasn’t it?

He had sat down next to you on one of the balconies, talking about anything but the mountain and the now known presence of the orcs. He had spoken about his home in the Shire fondly, recounting many tales of friends and neighbours. It was a nice distraction after the adrenaline of the travel had worn off.

In turn, you had spoken about your home and those waiting for you. He remembered the hesitance in his voice when he asked you about a suitor. You hadn’t even properly answered him at that to begin with. At first, you began to laugh, and talked about your parents. He thought you were mocking him, even though that was extremely unlinke you. But when you continued to rant and talk, it appeared to him that you had no idea what he was actually asking you. And he didn’t have it in him to correct you or to properly ask you. Perhaps it was a bit too early. You just met a handful of days ago.

Fortunately, he did not leave it at that.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.”

The second time he tried was when the group was making their way out of Rivendell. He had gotten some good rest and found himself comfortable enough to bring the conversation back up.

But you were distracted. He couldn’t tell back then, but he certainly could now. The talk with Bilbo had left you somewhat homesick. The comfort of Rivendell was almost begging for you to stay. You wanted to help the dwarves - more than anything, but you understood the comfort hobbits sought in their own homes.

You had given him brief, one-worded answers, your gaze absent. It had broken his heart that day. If you weren’t making your disinterest clear the day before, you certainly had then. It caused him to be silent for the rest of the travels until you crossed the mountains. Much to his relief, you stayed close to him, and didn’t part during the fight of the giants, but the new hit of adrenaline caused him to cling to you the entire time, a mutual action. Neither of you had realized how close the two of you were until you were roughly separated after a rough boulder collided between the two of you.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.

No, it doesn't change.”

That night in the cave you kept circling Bilbo. He had almost fallen from the cliff if it hadn’t been for Thorin. And the idea made you inexplicably sick. You liked Thorin, even as he had been harsh from the start, but the fact that you weren’t able to dangle off the cliff to save Bilbo had left you feeling somewhat powerless. And the only comfort you could offer the hobbit was your company and your tales.

It had caused his hopes to resurface again. Of everyone out there, you wanted to sit with him, and talk with him. Perhaps your absent answers were simply because you were tired, or too focused.

He didn’t know how to bring the topic back up, though. It had caused an awkward silence after you finished your talk. He still couldn’t quite tell if he was grateful for the floor to - literally - fall through or not.

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

The first time he swore he could have kissed you, was after Azog’s confrontation with Thorin. The battle had left the king defenseless, and you had rushed to his aid. At your actions, Bilbo blindly followed, making sure his eyes were on you constantly. The eagles had come just in time to sweep you off to safety, but the entire flight had left him nauseous. If it wasn’t for Gandalf, both you and Thorin would have lain on that floor, completely lifeless. To make matters even worse, you had landed on a different eagle. So, Bilbo had no choice but to simply sit there with a heavy feeling in his stomach until he could finally stand again.

And when he did, he rushed towards you. This could have been his moment. He could have swung his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, his lips finally touching yours in a manner he was only able to dream off, but when you stood a few inches from him, something in him had told him to stop.

In that moment, you swore he was going to kiss you. Instead, he gave you an uncomfortable hug, followed by two brief pats on the back. He had turned around immediatelym refusing to let you see his reddening face, leaving you with a slight frown. If he was going to kiss you, you might have just let it happen.

“And you can't resist.

And you can't resist.

Making me feel.”

The rest of the journey had been awful for him. In his mind, that awkward reunion kept lingering. His chance had been right there and he refused to take it for whatever reason. And to top it all of; you seemed to grow more distant from him, and it hurt him deeply. It bothered him so much, that eventually, the company began catching on. Fili was the first one to notice, and had given him a good talk about courtship and whatnot. It was all in good nature, but it had left Bilbo with more details than he might have wanted.

But simple hints in conversation seemed to not do the trick. And maybe dwarven courting ideals weren’t the best, but they were certainly worth the try. When he made his first move according to Fili’s advice, more dwarves began to catch on.

“Chase your dreams away.

Glass needles in the hay.”

He had taken his sweet time hunting down anything he could find. Food, especially for you, to prove that - in Fili’s words - he could provide. But when he had a chance of slaying a rabbit, he didn’t have it in him. Instead, he came back with fresh mushroom, some non-poisonous berries and leaves that would make an excellent soup. It wasn’t hunting, but it still gave him the idea that - yes; he could provide.

You didn’t think much of. You find it nice, and thanked him fondly for it. Yet, there were others in the company that might have been hungry, so you gave it to Bombur, so he could use it in his meal for the group. Bilbo had told you this was okay, but he couldn’t help but feel slight heartbreak when you asked him.

He wasn’t being clear enough. Stupidly enough, he seemed to take comfort in Fili’s words, so he had returned to him that same night, telling the dwarf about what had happened. He agreed that you might just need some bolder insinuations. So, it was time for the next part.

“The sun forgives the clouds.

You are my holy shroud.”

It was at Beorn’s house when he approached you with a small wooden sculpture he made. It couldn’t have been bigger than your palm. It was sloppy and crude, and nowhere near the excellent craft of the dwarves, but Fili assured him that it wouldn’t matter if the feelings and intentions were true. He had tried to create the birds you mentioned in your tales about home. You would speak about them fondly when he asked how your place was.

Again, you accepted the gift with much glee, thanking him an endless amount of times. A warm hug was shared - one that would remain in Bilbo’s mind for a long time. It was soothing, unlike the uncomfortable embrace shared upon the rock. This was heartfelt, and genuine. He remembered thinking that this was it; you had accepted.

But, you stuffed it in your pocket, promising to keep it close, before showing it off to the rest of the company. And that was it. No other words mentioned to him, or even slight hints that you were catching on. You seemed to remain oblivious. Now, Bilbo truly couldn’t tell whether this was because you simply had no idea what was happening, or if this was your way of letting him know you weren’t interested.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.”

There were so many more times where he tried to make his feelings clear. Countless conversations were held, more gifts were shared, he fought at your side, he would continue to bring you food, even if it was to be shared with the company. And you didn’t seem to catch on to anything.

What Bilbo hadn’t known was the true moment of the defeat you held whilst imprisoned by the woodland elves. Bilbo hadn’t known how you had been sitting against the wall in your cell, your knees up to your chest. He didn’t hear your own degrading words circling around in your mind about how you were just making things up. About how someone as sincere and kind as Bilbo could never show true interest in someone like you. How you had cursed yourself to stop thinking every gift he gave you, was to show you he wanted to court you - even though you were right to think those things.

The dwarves didn’t dare to speak about it. They didn’t know your words, but they knew your looks. They wouldn’t intervene. They knew how precious and fragily courtship was; one wrong word and it could cause huge grief on either side. Women were most treaured in their culture, and they’d rather die than see your heart break into a million pieces if Fili were to slip up or Ori would say something out of their norms.

They didn’t dare to let Bilbo know how helplessly you had told them that Bilbo wouldn’t come for them. That he was off to safety - as you had wished.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.

No, it doesn't change.”

It wasn’t until Smaug had finally been slain that Bilbo decided enough was enough. It wasn’t until Thorin had gone completely mad, that he decided that now would be the excellent time to share yet another one of your precious conversations.

Somewhere in the treasure chamber, you had collapsed behind a huge golden pile. Here, Thorin couldn’t see you. A brief break would surely escape his eyes.

You had shot up at the sound of footsteps, pretending to be searching through the endless piles of jewels. You were tired; your muscles were aching, your head was pounding from the golden light, you were starving and you felt as if you were going to fall asleep if you were to lie down again.

When you noticed Bilbo’s form approaching on top of the mountain you were working on, you uttered a sigh of relief, collapsing once again, knowing he wouldn’t dare to alert Thorin of your short break.

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

“There you are,” He spoke, not needing to lower his volume, as the clattering of gold bounced off the walls, drowning out enough noise. You looked up at him with a kind smile: “Not much else to go to.” He frowned, sitting down beside you as he studied your features.

“I’m sorry, Bilbo,” You sighed, rolling your shoulders. “I’m exhausted.” “I can tell.” He muttered, worried evident in his eyes, a glimpse you caught. “Sorry.” “No, it’s fine.” You dismissed, knowing he had no ill intentions. Silence fell over the two of you, though this one wasn’t uncomfortable. In the weirdest location, it brough some sense of peace.

Bilbo fished into his pockets, placing a piece of bread and a small flask on your lap. “I brought you this.” Your heart warmed at the sight, a feather-light feeling entering your chest: “Thank you,” “I couldn’t sneak a full plate in. Thorin would notice.” “This is fine, Bilbo,” You assured, immediately starting your small meal. ”Thank you.”

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“You can't resist.

You can't resist.

Making me feel.”

He didn’t quite know what to do when you were eating. He came here with the intention of being honest with you. No turning around anything, no sugar-coating, just the proposal. If it was to be brief and boring, than so be it.

But, once more, something held him back. It didn’t seem right. He was going to run off this night for the Arkenstone, so if you rejected him, he wouldn’t really have to face you afterwards. But a hurtful rejection followed by betrayal might not have been the smartest move either. He was too much in his head when the words suddenly flew out, even surprising him: “Do you like me?”

You stopped chewing at the words, swallowing harshly as you looked at him, confusion in your eyes as your eyebrows furrowed together: “Beg your pardon?”

“You can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

Bilbo recovered quickly, coughing slightly as he tried to defend himself. “It’s just that, throughout the journey, you keep creating distance between us. And we were so close at the beginning.” You nodded your head at that, cursing yourself silently for giving him the completely wrong idea. “Yes,” You hissed. “I do like you, Bilbo. And I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression.”

A huge weight lifted off his shoulders at your words, his chest suddenly feeling a lot less restricting than it suddenly had.

“You can't resist.

You can't resist

Making me feel.”

He watched your hands wander to your pockets, pulling out a familiar pebble as you anxiously toyed with it. Bilbo had given it to you after your escape from Mirkwood. You seemed to not be there completely, so he gave you a rock from the river so you had something to fidget with while Balin talked to Bard. He hadn’t known how much it actually soothed you, if only for the simple though of it.

“You kept that?” He asked curiously. “Of course I did,” You smiled, taking the pebble out of your pocket and laying it in the palm of your hand. “It was a gift. What did you think I would do with it?” “I don’t know.” The hobbit spoke honestly. “I’ve never seen them after I handed them to you.”

You breathed an ‘ah’ of understanding, before storing it back in your coat. “I kept them in my bag. Most of it has been stolen by the elves now, but some things still remain. You didn’t think I’d get rid of them, right?” When he didn’t answer to that, your hands found his, unconsciously sending goosebumps up his arm: “I would never. Not voluntarily.”

“Thank you.” He muttered.

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

“Bilbo,” You began, retreating your hands as you thought over all that he had done for you. You might have been oblivious, but you weren’t stupid: “I do not wish to give you any unwanted impression of anything, but…” You trailed off, holding your breath as a bad kind of butterflies entered your stomach. “You have given me many things and kept me safe a numerous amount of times, and my gratitude exceeds my words, but…”

You didn’t know what to tell him. You didn’t know how. And there was no way to bring it lightly. Thus, with a hard swallow, you threw it out. “You do know that your actions look an awful lot like dwarven courting customs? I am pretty sure the company is convinced I am your spouse.”

His breath hitched at that. He came here to tell you, and now you were starting his conversation. What was he going to tell you? Honesty seemed so difficult now, but there was something in your eyes that hadn’t been there before. Some faint glance of recognition. And it gave him confidence: “They are.” He breathed, before quickly correcting himself. “Courting customs. Fili taught me.” “Oh,” “Yes,”

A second silence laid heavily, and neither of you really knew what to say to the other. So, per usual, Bilbo took the lead after a handful of hesitant seconds. “Um, but I’ve probably gotten the wrong hints from you so-”

“No,” You denied. “No, no, no. It’s simply that…This was intentional?”

“Yes.”

“Oh,”

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

“But I understand if the feelings aren’t returned.” Bilbo added, already standing up from his seat. He was about to leave when your voice forced him to turn around: “Why me?” He couldn’t help but let a quiet scoff of confusion out. “I’m sorry?” “Of all the people out there, why me?”

Why you? He really couldn’t tell. He hadn’t met anyone in the Shire, and the way his life would have gone if it hadn’t been for Gandalf showing up, he might have never found anyone. Why you? He didn’t know. And he was honest to voice it: “I just know.”

“Oh,” You repeated, the sound coming out more as a breath than a pronounced word. “I am sorry. I wasn’t blind, though I doubt that will make you feel better.” You admitted. “I didn’t want to imagine things that weren’t there.” You didn’t see the way Bilbo’s face softened at that, or the way his heart fluttered when you finally spoke those words. “Thought I would save myself the heartbreak.” “You didn’t have to.” He sighed. Once more, he prepared to leave. And once more, he was interrupted by you.

“Bilbo?” “Hm?” He hummed as he turned around, a faint glimpse of hope in his heart. It only grew as you asked him your next question: “Once we get out of this, where will we go?” A bright smile came from his face as his breath hitched significantly. “Home, I suppose.”

You copied his smile, nodding your head at him.

“I’d like that.”

“And you can't resist.

And you can't resist

Making me feel.”

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Over Hill and Under Mountain

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Word Count: 1,555

Parings: Thorn X Bilbo

Description:

Thorin leaves Erebor to visit his dear friend Bilbo, will new feeling shine through? What will happen?

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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Note:

Listen to me I’ve never done anything like this before, I have written and sure I have posted one of two things and immediately abandoned them. If you want to give me constructive criticism or feedback please do I wanna get better at this kind of thing.

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Thorin had sent a letter to Bilbo not too long ago by raven, telling him of his departure from his kingdom and hopefully swift arrival. It had been a year since he had last seen his hobbit.

Thorin had found himself missing his hobbit. Even with the regular letters between them, now It had only been a week since he had gotten the last letter and Thorin had begun to feel a sort of ache in his chest the longer he went without contact from Bilbo.

Now the King Under the Mountain found himself hundreds of miles away from his Lonely Mountain, the one he had left in questionably capable hands, right back were it all began a year ago now, and getting himself lost once again on the roads and in the Shire. passing farms and burrows, even at one point finding himself on the road to brea. He had turned red when he realized, though he wont tell you that, and turned back hoping to find the burrow of his hobbit.

Thorin grumbled as he thought to himself and took another turn down a path he swears he’s seen hundred times before. ‘Now if I can just- have I already been here before?’ Thorin thought, sighing. ‘Mahal, am I even in the right place?’

When Thorin passed a deceptively familiar-looking farm, one he had to have passed twice now, he sighed and swung his pack off his shoulders to fish for a map. Maybe it can help him figure out where he was.

That’s when he heard a very familiar voice. “Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, as lost as a chicken with no head.” The voice was full of a teasing tone as it spoke.

Thorin whipped around and looked at the familiar small hobbit, his caramel-colored curls wild on his head, suggesting that he hadn’t done much more than wake up and throw clothes on. The hobbit seemed to be wrapped and almost gilded in gold in the light of the early sun, the old dwarf couldn’t fight himself from blushing at the hobbit.

His undershirt was a buttery yellow, a little warn but clearly loved, and his pants an emerald green that could put any gemstone that the king had seen to shame. The bottom of his pants were embroidered with flowers and other things hobbits seemed so enchanted by. The hobbit had no waistcoat, so his suspenders were visible. He stood not a few paces behind where Thorin stood. Thorin only just began to notice how long he had been staring at his hobbit.

Bilbo was smiling broadly, chuckling fondly at the sight of the bewildered and red faced king. Thorin didn’t wait long to rush forward and embrace his friend in a hug, which the hobbit gladly returned it with just as much enthusiasm. Thorin patted Bilbo’s shoulder affectionately and looked down at him when he pulled away from the hug.

Thorin smiled as he spoke. “Bilbo Baggins, and here I thought I’d have to stumble around here for a day until I found you.”

Bilbo laughed and grasped at the dwarf’s arms as he leaned a little closer before teasing. “Now what kind of hobbit would I be if I let one of my guests stumble his way around here like a newborn fawn?” Bilbo said as he moved to hook Thorin by the arm to lead him up a path toward his burrow. “Let’s get you inside and I’ll find you something to eat! I’m sure you are starving.”

And that’s where Thorin found himself, sitting in an uncomfortably comfortable armchair in the living room of Bilbo’s burrow. He watched the small hobbit as he made tea, to quote, ‘hold him over’ till Bilbo was done cooking.

The warmth that wafted from the kitchen seemed to almost lull the king to sleep. The next time his eyes opened, Bilbo was handing him a warm mug of tea that smelled and tasted sweetly of elderberry and mint And a cloth that held a sweet blackberry tart.

Bilbo headed back to the kitchen to continue his task of making breakfast for the two of them. Thorin stood to follow after him, leaning against the door frame as Bilbo mixed something together in a bowl. He found himself observing the hobbit’s every movement, from the way his curls bounced as he worked to the concentration furrowing his brow.

‘He really is quite charming,’ Thorin mused, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. ‘The way he moves about his kitchen, so at ease, so… endearing. Why didn’t I see it before?’

Bilbo grinned at Thorin when he pulled himself a chair over. After a brief silence, Bilbo asked, “How are the renovations of your kingdom going?”

Thorin sighed, closing his eyes as thoughts of Erebor’s restoration filled his mind. They had found that the old techniques of his forefathers had been forgotten or abandoned for more useful skills during the time they had lost their home. But Thorin couldn’t help the pride that swelled within him at the thoughts of his people and how he and his Company had reclaimed his home. And how he feels that his hobbit was to thank for that.

Thorin let his voice sound as tired as he felt, as he spoke, “They are progressing well, but it seems many of the secrets of my people have seemingly been forgotten over the years.” He looked at the mug he held, now half full and tart long gone. He rolled the mug in his hands, it being a tad bit smaller than any other mug he was used to. It had flowers and soft things painted underneath its glaze.

“Still,” Thorin hummed and looked to Bilbo now. ‘Have his eyes always been so sweet?’ “It will be grand and restored to the best of our ability.”

Bilbo hummed and went back to cooking. He scrambled eggs in a hot pan. “Well, I wait patiently to see. You better keep me updated properly this time.” Bilbo said with a bit of a teasing tone and smile. Then he stopped what he was doing, looked at Thorin again as he set a plate down on the counter, and started plating food.

“I dare ask, you are staying a few days, are you not?” Bilbo asked. Thorin felt his breath catch in his throat. He had to think a little harder than he was used to, to speak.

“Yes,” Thorin nodded as he spoke. He found himself once again thinking of Bilbo, the way his eyes sparkled with curiosity and care. ‘Why does my heart quicken every time he looks at me?’ Thorin wondered, a bit confused by his own feelings.

“Then, who is running the kingdom in your absence?” Bilbo inquired.

“Fíli,” Thorin replied with a fond smile. “He is capable and eager to prove himself. And I am not one to disappoint.”

Bilbo nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. “Ah, well, I am sure he is quite excited, and I am sure Lady Dís is not pleased at your sudden absence not too long after you have taken back your mountain.” Bilbo teased lightly as his eyes shined with mischief.

Thorin found himself chuckling and nodding softly. “No, she is not, but it will be a good experience for the lad to practice how it truly is to run a kingdom.”

“I see…” Bilbo hummed and pulled a loaf from the oven, setting it at the table to cool.

“How has the Shire been?” Thorin found himself asking as he helped Bilbo’s food find its way to the dining room table.

Bilbo’s face lit up happily as he smiled “Oh! Well, the Shire has been peaceful, as always. You know how things can be here, quiet!” He started digging through the cabinets for more plates. “And! I’m sure you saw on your way here but the fields are green with new crops, the harvest looks promising.” He said.

As Bilbo went to grab his cutlery as he spoke he gasped and looked to Thorin before almost yelling. “Oh! Do you remember what I told you happened a week ago well! It had happened again!!Lobelia Sackville-Baggins has tried to make off with my good silver again!”

Thorin watched Bilbo with growing affection and amusement as he animatedly recounted the events of the Shire. ‘He gets so heated over these things,’ Thorin thought, finding it endearing. ‘How could someone be so fiercely protective and yet so gentle?’

They continued to talk as Bilbo and Thorin prepared and set up breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread and bacon filled the air. As they sat down to eat, Thorin felt a deep contentment.

As Bilbo went on about the Shire and what had been happening since his last letter to the king only a week ago, Thorin thought to himself, ‘This visit with Bilbo,’ he mused as Bilbo went on about how some children had trampled over his marigolds, ‘will be as lovely as I imagined.’

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There it is, please don’t get to mad at me if I have made a mistake or messed something up. Okay, please leave feedback! Let me know what I can do better next time!

[daydreaming136]

Kili Durin x F!READER (Modern female)

Pairings: Kili x Reader slight Fili x Reader if you squint lol

Tags: modern reader female, isekai, waking up in the hobbit, death, romance, adventure, magic, dwarves, elves, everyone lives AU!, eventual smut,

Author notes: hi this is my first time writing for the hobbit hopefully someone will like it ❤️ please be kind in the comments and don’t be afraid to message me any questions ❤️

When I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful blue sky and the sun shining bright there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I sat up suddenly there was a pain in my stomach I winced and hissed. I lifted my shirt to look for any injury and didn’t find any. Then I realized the pain went away, I blinked a few times and thought back about my day and how I got here. The day went on as usual woke up spent some time to myself, which includes coffee and some gaming. Got ready for work, shower, brushed teeth, a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, a pair of shoes which were dirty from working in them. I drove to work, clocked in, put my Home Depot apron on, got stabbed by some crazed customer, clocked out, drove home…wait what? Let me back up a bit. I got stabbed by some crazed customer?? I lifted my shirt up again but didn’t see a stab mark. I huffed and got up. “Did I die? Is this heaven?” I chuckled. “Well I didn’t think I’d end up in heaven.” I looked around but didn’t see a person or angel in sight. I looked for any sign of life and saw smoke a few miles away. “I guess I’ll start there.” I walked towards where the smoke was residing. I walked into a small village. I mean literally small because the people were small and everything in the village was small. The people reminded me of hobbits with their pointy ears and big hairy feet. I walked to what looked like a market place. I thought I saw Bilbo baggins from the hobbit at one point but decided to kept walking. Til I recognized a familiar gray pointy hat. I sped up my pace and grabbed the persons sleeve. “Excuse me.” Once the man turned around I immediately recognized the man. “Yes my lady?” I felt my eyes go wide from shock. “Um I-I…” my words died from my mouth as I looked at his face longer. Gandalf raised his brow, “are you alright my dear?” I blinked realizing I’ve been staring at him. “You’re Gandalf the grey, right?” He looked at me up and down, staring at me questioning. “Indeed I am, and you are?” I realized I was making a fool out of myself I shook my head and cleared my throat. “Mr. Gandalf my name is Y/N and i know I’m going to sound crazy but I believe I ended up in either The Hobbit or Lord Of The Rings. Please believe me when I say that I’m not trying to do any harm to you or Bilbo or Frodo or Thorin.” He stared at me hard then he started to smile. “Well my dear why don’t we walk and talk.” I nodded and began to walk beside him. “So let’s start from the beginning.” I swallowed and started my tale of the hobbit careful enough to not give anything important away. “Hm. Well I do believe you my lady for I just talked to Bilbo not too long ago.” I smiled. “Thank goodness. Please let me join you and the company to take back the lonely mountain, with my knowledge I can help.” He thought for a moment and nodded. “Alright. Let’s get you some supplies for the journey ahead.” We hit the market again getting me a bedroll and some feminine products I’ll need. Then he lead me to a familiar hole in the ground. “This is bilbos place isn’t it?” Gandalf nodded. “I need to do something for a bit wait for me here til I return.” I nodded. “Okay.” He began to walk away. “Oh and Y/N do stay out of trouble.” I chuckled. “You got it.”

Hours went by I ended up on the grass and took a nap. It was hard not to when the sun felt nice on my skin and the grass felt comfortable. I was startled awake by a shake to my shoulder. When I opened my eyes I was met with brown and blue eyes. “Miss why are you sleeping out here?” I blinked and sat up. “Oh sorry I must’ve dozed off waiting for Gandalf.”

“Gandalf? Are you the new member uncle was telling us?” I nodded. “Probably, Gandalf told me to wait here for him, are you heading to Mr. Baggins?” They nodded. “He should be here soon why don’t we head in while we wait?” I bit my lip and nodded. “Okay I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“I’m Fili and this is my brother Kili.” I nodded to Kili noticing him not saying anything. The three of us walked toward Bilbos home. Fili rang the doorbell. And we waited for the hobbit to open the door. Bilbo opened the door. Bilbo whimpered when he saw the three of us. “Fili.” Fili introduced himself “Kili.” Kili finally spoke. “And Y/N.” I introduced myself. The two dwarves bowed their heads. “At your service.” I nodded towards Bilbo. “You must be Mr. Boggins.”

“Nope! You can’t come in. You’ve come to the wrong house.” Bilbo went to close the door but Kili stopped him. “What? Has it been canceled?” The door was pushed back open a bit. “No one told us.” Fili walking close behind his brother. “No, nothings been canceled.” Bilbo said confused about what the dwarves were implying. “That’s a relief.” Kili pushed the door open more and walked in Fili and I followed after. “Sorry Mr. Baggins.”I say give him a sympathetic look. I could tell he was already getting frustrated. “Careful with these. I just had ‘em sharpened.” Fili began to take off his weapons. I walked in looking around the hobbits home. “The movies really didn’t do this place justice.” I muttered under my breath. Kili walking around. “It’s nice, this place. Did you do it yourself?” Kili asked. Without Bilbo paying attention Kili began to take the mud off his shoes on Bilbos mother’s chest. I bit the inside of my cheek wanting to tell him not to do that because it is Bilbos mother’s chest. “What? No, it’s been in the family for years.” Bilbo finally realized what Kili was doing. “That’s my mother’s glory box! Can you please not do that?” Bilbo was angry. Then Dwalin walked in and grabbing Kili’s shoulder leading him farther in the house. “Fili, Kili. Come on. Give us a hand.” All of us walked into what looked like a dining room. “Let’s shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Bilbo stammered. “Everyone? How many more are there?” I grabbed Fili’s weapons. “Here I’ll take these Mr. Baggins.”

“Th-thank you. Do you know what’s going on.” I smiled slyly and put Fili’s weapons somewhere out of the way. Suddenly the doorbell rang again. Bilbo feeling very frustrated walked towards the door. “Oh, no. No. No. There’s nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clot-heads idea of a joke…ha! Ha! I can only say it is in poor taste.” He opened the door I could hear the dwarves falling on the floor in the entrance of the hobbits home. I followed after Bilbo. Seeing the dwarves on the floor I giggled watching them grunt and groan. “Ah. There you are my lady I thought I told you to stay put.” I smiled. “Sorry I ran into Fili and Kili they said you would be here soon and well here you are.” Bilbo looked at Gandalf. “Gandalf.”

Soon everyone was in the dining room they were passing ales and food. Having a grand old time, I ate a bit myself. I grabbed a jug of ale and took a few gulps. I giggled some more seeing poor Bilbo tell the dwarves to put his food back from his pantry. Food was going left and right the dwarves drinking and eating. “Ale! Going one, two, three!” They were all chugging their drinks. A few letting out some burps. I laughed amongst them. Once they all finished eating they began to clean up I joined in obviously. “‘Scuse me but where do I put my plate?” Ori asked Bilbo. Fili walked up grabbing the plate from him. “Here you go, ori. Give it to me.” He tossed it to Kili who caught it without a problem and tossing it to Bifur. They were tossing all the dishes to get cleaned. I heard the dwarves clatter the silverware. “And can—can you not do that? You’ll blunt them.”

“Ooh, do you hear that, lads? He says we’ll blunt the knives.” They began to bang their shoes amongst the floor, making a beat. “ Blunt the knives, bend the forks.” Kili began to sing. “Smash the bottles and burn the corks.” Fili followed. “Chip the glasses and crack the plates.”

“That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all sang together. I danced a bit to their song. “Cut the cloth tread on the fat. Leave the bones on the bedroom mat. Pour the milk on the pantry floor. Smash the wine on every door. Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl. Pound them up with a thumping pole. When you’re finished, if they are whole. Send them down the hall to roll. That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all laughed after the song was finished. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door everyone quieted down. I looked at Gandalf. “He is here.” Bilbo and Gandalf walked to the door, I followed them. Gandalf opened the door for Thorin. “Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice. I wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”

“Mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago.” Gandalf closed the door after Thorin walked in. “There is a mark. I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins. Y/N. Allow me to introduce the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield.” I bowed my head a bit to be polite. “So..this is the hobbit and Gandalfs assistant. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Thorin circled Bilbo. “Pardon me?”

“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?”

“Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.” I crinkled a bit. “But I fail to see why that’s relevant.”

“I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” The dwarves laughed at Thorins comment. I felt a little sympathy for Bilbo. The dwarves all walked to the dining room it was just Bilbo, Gandalf, and I. “Your assistant aye.” I crossed my arms under my chest. Gandalf smiled. “Well I couldn’t just tell them you’re from another world now could I.” I nodded. “Alright, I guess it could work for now.”

I sat next to Fili and Kili at the dining table. “What need from the meeting in Ered Luin?” Balin asked Thorin. “Did they all come?”

“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms.”

“And what did the dwarves of the iron hills say? Is Dain with us?” Dwalin asked. “They will not come.” Thorin answered.

“They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asked standing behind Gandalf. “Y/N, help my dear fellow Bilbo, let us have a little more light.” I nodded helping Bilbo bring some candles out. “Far to the east…over ranges and rivers… beyond woodlands and wastelands… lies a single, solitary peak.”

“The lonely mountain.”

“Aye, Oin has read the portents, and the portents say it is time!” Glóin said. “Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain, as it was foretold. When the birds of yore return to erebor, the reign of the beast will end.”

“What beast?” Bilbo asked curiously. “That would be a reference to Smaug the terrible. Chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather. Teeth like razors. Claws like meat hooks. Extremely fond of precious metals.” Bofur described Smaug. “Yes, I know what a dragon is.” Suddenly Oir stood up. “I’m not afraid. I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of dwarvish iron right up his jacksie!”

“Good lad, Ori!” Nori cheered on the dwarf. “Sit down.” Dori told him. “The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us..but we number in just 16. And not 16 of the best…nor brightest.” That gave a bit of commotion. “We may be few in number… but we’re fighters. All of us! To the last dwarf.” Fili cheered on. “And you forget, we have a wizard in our company along with his assistant. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.” I bit back a laugh. “Oh, well, no. I-I-I wouldn’t say—,”

“How many, then?” Dori asked. “What?”

“How many dragons have you killed?” All the dwarves looked at Gandalf as he choked on his smoke. “Go on. Give us a number.” I watched as they fought amongst themselves. I pushed myself against the wall. “Uh, excuse me. Please.” Bilbo tried to talk to the dwarves when Thorin spoke up. “No more!” They all went silent. “If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years. Eyes look west to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast of our wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back erebor?!” They all cheer til Balin cuts in. “You forget: the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain.”

“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.” Gandalf brought out a key showing it to the dwarves. “How came you by this?” Thorin asked. “It was given to me by your father. By Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now.” Gandalf handed Thorin the key. “If there is a key…there must be a door.” Fili thought out loud. Gandalf showed them the writing on the map. “These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls.”

“There’s another way in.” Kili spoke happily. “Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map, and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in middle earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believer that it can be done.”

“That’s why we need a burglar.” Ori concluded. “Hmm. And a good one too.” All eyes were on Bilbo. “An expert, I’d imagine.”

“And are you?” Glóin asked. Bilbo looked around realizing that he asked him. “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert! Hey!”

“Me? No. No, no. I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

“Well, I’m afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He’s hardly burglar material.” Balin replied.

“Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” Dwalin looked at bilbo and I. I felt a little offended. “C’mon Dwalin they’ll manage just fine.” Bilbo agreed what the dwarf said while I bit my tongue holding back insults. The dwarves talked amongst themselves. Then Gandalf made the house grow dark. Gandalf stood as tall as he could in the small hobbits house and in a loud and scary voice, “Enough! If I say Bilbo baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is. And you will talk to my assistant with more respect. Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most, if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a hobbit is all but unknown to him. My assistant here also has some insight about our quest which will be useful in taking back the lonely mountain. Smaug will not see us coming. You asked me to find the 14th member of this company, and I have found 2. There’s a lot more to them than appearances suggest. And they both got a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including themselves.” I could tell he was mainly talking to Bilbo. “You must trust me on this.” Gandalf finished. Thorin seemed to take Gandalfs words seriously. “Very well. We will do it your way.” Bilbo doesn’t seem convinced though. “No.no.”

“Give them the contract.” Thorin looked at Balin. Balin took out a folded paper and handed it to Bilbo. “It’s just the usual. Summary of out of pocket expenses…time required, remuneration…funeral arrangements, so forth.” Bilbo seemed stunned by the words ‘funeral arrangements.’

“Funeral arrangements?” I placed my hand on bilbos shoulder, “it’ll be alright.” He opened the folded contract. Bilbo walked off to read the contract. Thorin leaned close to Gandalf talking about something important no doubt. “Terms: cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding 1/14th of total profit, if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for any injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof, including, but not limited to lacerations…evisceration…incineration?” I giggled a bit at bilbos reaction. “Oh, aye. He’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.” Bilbo seemed to pause at that. All the dwarves took notice, “are you all right, laddie?” Balin asked the small hobbit. Bilbo put his hands on his knees,” yeah.” Bilbo seemed to try to process this, taking a few deep breaths. “Feel a bit faint.” I felt a bit sympathetic for poor Bilbo besides knowing he’ll be alright. “Bilbo?” I asked concerned for the hobbit, but it seems another dwarf had other intentions. “Think furnace with wings.” Bofur got up from his seat. I looked at the dwarf with eyes to plead to him to stop. “Air. I-I-I need air.” Bilbo looked like he was going to get sick. “Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! You’re nothing more than a pile of ash.” I bit my lip watching the scene play out. Bilbo tried his best to keep calm and to not faint, but he failed. “Nope.” And he went down. I closed my eyes and sighed, “now you’ve done it. Good going Bofur.” I put my hands on my hips. “Oh, very helpful, Bofur.” Gandalf sarcastically said. I grabbed the contract picked up a quill and signed my name, handing it to Balin. “There you go.” Balin looked at the signature. “Welcome to the company, my lady.” I bowed my head and he did the same. The company helped poor Bilbo up and onto his comfy armchair. He was well awake and holding a cup of tea. “I’ll be all right. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.” Gandalf smoking his pipe seemed to get angry at the small hobbit. “You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me, when did doilies and your mother’s dishes become so important to you?” Remembering this moment I decided to leave Gandalf and Bilbo to their conversation joining the dwarves in the other room. Fili and Kili walked up to me,” is Mr. Boggins all right?” I nodded. “Yes but he and Gandalf are having a serious conversation so I’d wait if you want to talk to him.” Kili nodded. “Do you think he’ll come?”

“No way brother, Mr. Boggins is way too comfortable here.” Fili responded. “I think he’ll come.” I smiled a little. “Why did you not faint, don’t dragons scare you?” Kili asked, I chuckled a bit, “of course they do but I also think dragons are cool. Seeing one up close sure would be a story to tell one day, that’s if I make it.” I know the story of them but what of me technically I died who knows what’ll happen to me here. “Cool? Dragons are not cool, remember what Bofur said. Furnace with wings.” Fili reminded me, I laughed. “Yes, yes. I remember I just meant they’re majestic, and also terrifying.” I have to remind myself that ‘cool’ isn’t a normal slang term in this world. In that moment Bilbo was walking past us going to what I believe is his bedroom. Kili and Fili suddenly left me to join the other dwarves in the living room. I began to hear humming and singing from the living room, remembering Thorin singing the misty mountain. I sat outside of the room listening to the beautiful sound but also hearing the mournful sound in Thorins voice. I vowed to myself I’ll make sure the durin line will survive once we arrived at the lonely mountain. Leaving my place in the hobbits home I walked outside took a place near the entrance of the hobbits home and fell asleep.

[awkward-fink]

Headcanon favorites of Fink / Geeky Version

Price -> Price loves gameshows. Doesn’t matter if it’s Family Feud, Trivial Pursuit or any other game shows. He will sit his ass down on his couch, get a good meal ready, get some nice drink sat right beside him, feet up on the couch table and then it’s go time. He can only indulge this little hobby of his when he is at home, but he loves this time, nonetheless. He can relax while answering questions, his mind calming down again as he must cycle through different categories of questions, logic to math to arts to history and back and forth again. That man has a knowledge base of facts and trivia that’s scary sometimes. But it is mostly facts that he will never have a use for in the real-life situation he finds himself in. (Or so he thinks. Until he is lost in the wilds with a painful injury and remembers that the bark of a willow can helps with infection, fever and pain.)

Gaz -> He doesn’t want anyone to know, but in school, when he was around 15 and his sisters 16 and 17, they had a small Dungeons and Dragons Group going. A few of their friends, his sisters and himself had biweekly meetings to play, spending whole afternoons until late at night solving the Dungeon Masters riddles and quests. One campaign lasted for over 3 years, and he still remembers fondly his Half-Elven Knight Leofrid, the Gallant. His old books and his character are still safely stored away at his mother’s house, right beside his small figurine his sisters got him from a specialty score once. Some days he dreams of starting again, missing the carefree laughter and the humor-filled adventures he had once upon a time.

Ghost -> He loves working with his hands. Always had and always will. It is calming to him, his thoughts having to focus on something other than knives or his guns and rifles. His hobby with this is his Tabletop figurine collection. He doesn’t have a faction army or anything the like, doesn’t want to play the game with others. He loves to build the small things with painstaking patience, part for part cleaned and washed and glued together to finally become a small character. It had all started with his neighbor’s trash when he was younger and going around the block with Tommy, the big box of figures and monsters sticking out of the trash. And for them, who had never had something like this, it was precious. And so, he builds them even today, and thinks about color schemes, painting them just how he likes them before he goes to a store to get another one and start again.

Soap -> Johnny MacTavish has learned early on that he had a knack for the arts, drawing and sketching his absolute pleasure. It started simply, with flowers and vases and his cat and then his sisters’ dolls. It all went into even more detail from there. Year after year he got better and looked for more detailed objects to sketch. And as he turned 14, he finally found the ultimate challenge. The fandoms of his favorite books, online, in need of sketches and drawings. And Johnny was hooked. The Hobbit had been his favorite children’s book when his father still read to him. And Johnny fed the fandom, online in one of the first webpages for things like this. Bilbo, Thorin, the trolls, the ponies, the elves... and then even more provocative sketches, more skin, more -! Needless to say after his mother found THAT sketchbook, Johnny hid the poor book very far away from his ma and tried his hand at other things again. Glass vases and faces of his most loved people...

Roach -> Gary Roach Sanderson is always looking for something. He is looking for Booster Packs for Pokémon. Since he was little the loyal little pocket monsters had conquered his heart and his whole family fed into that hobby gladly, helping the quiet boy, happy that he finally showed interest in a hobby. They bought him his first binder and his first whole box of boosters. They sat with him as Gary opened one booster after the other, his grin widening with every new Mon he pulled and could file into his collection. And with the first Art Rare he pulled, he was deeply hooked on the hobby. And even now, as an adult, he is always on the lookout for new cards, new boosters. He has at least 6 binders at home, partially filled collections he is trying to finish. He is still looking for the Umbreon Art Rare. @loveergirll i actually had that already in the works when your ask came in, hope you have fun reading some more after my answer to your ask this morning (for me)

@seeking-the-sunrise like I promised^^

[ambitiouspotions]

KING & QUEEN | THORIN OAKENSHIELD | ONESHOT

summary — in which y/n greenhand, a hobbit, is betrothed to thorin oakenshield

word count — 2.2k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, smut

author’s note — the timeline may not be completely accurate, but it’s smut so you’re welcome.

the halls of erebor were replenished and repopulated. the mountain was how it was years before the ghastly beast, smaug's, unfortunate rule of terror and chaos. one little hobbit changed the course of history for a lineage of dwarves. although some dwarves were laid to rest after the battle of five armies, their home was reclaimed and now prosperous. the neighboring village of dale was also brought back to glory. each place was newly thriving and peaceful.

the king under the mountain, though permanently scarred and sporting a limp when walking, was healthy and more apt to appreciate life. this did not mean he lost his gruff demeanor or stubbornness, or even his sharp tongue, but maybe it stuck to him because of the loss of his nephews. thorin, three times a year, made trips to see his hobbit friend in the shire. though thorin found himself wanting to visit for a secondary reason to seeing mr. bilbo baggins. bilbo had acquired a housemaid, though she did much more than housekeeping. she tended the gardens, made all his meals, filled his smoking pipe, listened to his stories, organized his writing area, and even made good use of bilbo’s treasured artifacts by displaying them in his study room.

she was in her mid-thirties when bilbo returned on his unexpected journey; for a hobbit, she was just now considered to be an adult. she aided bilbo in placing his belongings back in his home when the other hobbits declared his death. oh, dear bilbo loved her company. she wouldn’t talk unless spoken to because she never wanted to ruin his thought process, and the moments he wanted to talk, she made wonderful and hearty conversation. the mighty and noble dwarven king could see his closed heart opening again when he visited the burglar of the company. she made tasty meals and the most comfortable sleeping arrangements. the night mr. baggins had company; she would stay the entire night to ensure everyone had what they needed. she was very attentive to her work, and maybe that was because bilbo paid her handsomely, or maybe it was because she truthfully had a passion for her work for the elder hobbit. the past ten years, not only was thorin writing to mr. baggins, but he was also corresponding with y/n greenhand, the attentive she-hobbit working for bilbo baggins.

y/n greenhand's family, in hint to their last name, grew the most gorgeous gardens in the shire. they were employed to fill every pot with their full and plentiful flowers and to spiffy the gardens of everyone without a green thumb. when y/n wasn’t with bilbo she was gardening with them. some flowers were even transported to different villages. bilbo was proud of his so-called housemaid. when he sat in front of his hobbit hole smoking his pipe, and a neighbor would greet him, he would proudly ask and proclaim, “and did you see my flowers this season? they are even more beautiful than the last. mmm yes, miss y/n planted them for me.”

thorin, on his first visit back to the shire, once his recovery was fully complete, suspected that bilbo had married, but the hobbit insisted he had no time to be attached to a particular someone. the dwarf was silently delighted to know bilbo didn’t take miss greenhand as a wife. she was well, very beautiful, and capable. capable must have been the right word. no other nonsense words would fall into thorin’s mind, well until he asked for her hand in marriage. and even that was another ten years before he stopped debating with the stubbornness inside of his aged mind. bilbo may have given thorin a push, but the dwarf would never admit to the truth behind that.

speaking of nonsense, the backstory of how thorin was stubborn is no new information. what is new information? the fact that is he a wonderful lover.

y/n laid her head back in the large wooden bathing tub, inhaling the steam that was rising from the water. she pushed a strand of loose hair that escaped her bun behind her slightly pointed ear. much like thorin, she had a full day of work at the kingdom tending to the children. even being a ruler still meant hard work, but y/n never cared much, seeing as she spent her life in the shire employed. thorin had been spending lots of his time in the mines, forging and hammering. he oversaw the production and efficiency of the dwarves. the trade of dwarven products continued to allow the kingdom to grow.

there was no knock as thorin entered, making y/n sink further into the bath water until noticing it was her beloved. her arms were crossed instinctively to cover her chest until the dwarf put his calloused hands on the edge of the tub. she ran her finger across his knuckles.

“still modest after all this time, my queen?” thorin asked, pressing his mouth to the top of her year when he spoke.

y/n gave a gentle chuckle. her hands were now pawing at his salt and peppered hair. many years ago, it wasn’t as grey as it once was, but thorin wore it gracefully. his beard was in matching fashion with the grey streaks.

“i have to leave something to mystery,” she leaned her head against his mouth, feeling a kiss being placed on her pointed ear.

“is it a mystery if i have it memorized?” he said coyly, reaching his hands into the water to move her hands away from her chest. his hands began massaging her shoulders, pushing his thumbs into any hard spots he felt to allow y/n to relax further.

y/n lifted her head and began to push herself out of the water. thorin backed up but offered his hand to help the hobbit out of the bathwater. he stared longingly at her, wanting to be greedy and consume all of her. he began pulling off his layers of cloaks and furs so he could match her splendor. his hands quickly found her waist, each of them having a bit of extra pudge from overindulging in drinks and food in celebration of their kingdom.

his rough beard rubbed across her cheek as her fingers lingered in his chest hair. he began kissing her jawline; the many times before that he had done this same action could never compare to redoing it each time they were intimate. he was breathing in her fresh scent of florals and bath milk that she had previously soaked in. occasionally, he would drag his tongue across her neck and lightly nip at it, causing y/n to bring herself closer to the dwarf.

her eyes were closed, already submitting to the king. it was easy to succumb to thorin when he had so much sex appeal. the way he moved his hands, hell, the way he stared was enough to make any woman crumble, but y/n was his lucky match. y/n grabbed his face when he continued his kisses past her shoulders. thorin understood this, immediately connecting their lips instead.

he pushed his hips against hers just to have contact with his significant other. y/n could feel thorin’s cock bulging as their kissing continued. before she knew it her back was hitting the soft furs on the bed. thorin was spreading her legs eagerly, his fingers dragging against her inner thigh as his mind was immersed in the beauty before him. y/n picked her head up excitedly, knowing the next step as she saw his fingers come closer to her heat. she bit the inside of her mouth still watching until he made eye contact.

“think i’ll do something wrong?” he questioned, spitting directly into her cunt. y/n leaned back, as though she hadn’t risen at all in the first place.

“of course not, just curious.” y/n said, her face flushing red as his fingers massaged the spit into her folds.

“curious? you don’t remember what happens next?” thorin asked, only pushing one finger inside. the hobbit swallowed her spit, not wanting to say a word. she only wanted what was next, what she knew was next.

“i seem to have forgotten.” he teased; another finger went inside. his working hands were so rough yet so delicate they knew how to please. as they moved back and forth slowly, y/n wiggled uncomfortably on the bed, wanting him to accelerate his movements. they then stopped.

“what am i supposed to do after my fingers were inside of you, darling?” thorin asked, now putting his fingers against her plump lips and asking for entrance. y/n took them in her mouth, allowing him to control the speed at which they slid back and forth. he placed his finger back against her lips to permit her to speak.

“you put your cock inside me.” y/n said. thorin was leaning over her, looking deeply into her eyes as she answered. he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“wrong,” he stated, holding her chin tightly and going in for another kiss. y/n’s hands moved into his thick locks of hair and then to his erection. she was careful not to agitate the old, deep scar on his abdomen as she found her way to his shaft, but thorin stopped her. “what comes next?” he demanded, loosening her hair from the bun so he could later plan to grab it.

“you put your head between my legs,” she said, exhaling shakily. her mind was fuzzy only wanting her husband to get to his routine quickly so she could enjoy the pleasure he gave.

thorin gave a sly smirk, placing a single kiss on her lips and then making himself comfortable between her legs. his hands were gripping her waist, his elbows already in a position to open her legs if she were to shut them because she squirmed. he enjoyed himself each time he was feasting upon her womanhood. her wetness engulfing his taste buds and dripping down his beard was the right combination to give him satisfaction. messy good fun was had for thorin as he explored the cunt of his queen. lapping at her juices and suckling her clit to hear the moans spill from her mouth.

the moment thorin decided he was done he wiped his face on his hairy forearm and pulled her legs to his shoulders while inserting his shaft. y/n’s mouth was agape as the dwarven king entered her. that was never a feeling she would ever get used to. thorin was well endowed and knew the proper usage to send pleasure coursing through her body. y/n gripped his arms tightly as he thrust into her. filling every ounce of her being with his rock-hard erection was causing the bed to rattle as he moved. thorin was cursing under his breath about how tight the hobbit was. sweat was beading on his face as he continued to push into y/n. for a few moments, he would slow himself, his mind was begging him to press on, but his want for an orgasm was less than his need for pounding into his queen. the moment he started again, he stuffed a blanket under the small of her back; to raise her just a bit higher. he had known he had done right as the hobbit’s moans were louder and more high-pitched. as he pounded into her throbbing heat, she squirmed with a whiny moan, her juices squirting onto thorin’s lower abdomen and the sheets

he had a smirk on his face as he aided the woman in flipping over. he pushed her head into the wet sheets. y/n happily propping up her bottom for thorin to enter her open, dripping cunt again. the room began to smell sweaty as the two continued with their actions. thorin only now propped himself on his good knee for leverage, leaving the other side open for y/n to easily fall back onto his cock with every thrust.

y/n crumbled before the king, tears in her eyes as she shouted his name needily when climaxing. thorin wasn’t far behind as within a few moment he unraveled. a shockwave went through his body as he orgasmed. he threw his head back and caressed the hobbit’s plump ass that was still resting against his cock. with a deep exhale, thorin lay beside his queen and grabbed a fist full of her hair to kiss her once more. y/n did the same. they were entangled for a while, using a clean fur to cover their torsos if any member of the kingdom needed to call upon them while they were still indecent.

y/n leaned her head into the dwarven king’s chest and shut her eyes to relax, just as she was doing before in her floral milk bath. thorin inhaled her scent, now liking it more because he was mixed in with the scents of the earth.

“i could not possibly imagine having this kingdom without you,” thorin said, shutting his eyes and stroking the small of his queen’s back.

“and nor could i,” the hobbit said, kissing his pectoral and rubbing his thick dwarven chest hair again.

[amloveabledeathmo]

Masterpost of my fics and ideas.

All links for finished stories are to AO3.

Also if anyone wants to basically rewrite or write a fic based on mine please do and as long as they have a happy ending please send me a link.

My Star Wars Anakin/Padme fake dating happy ending fic. Titled Jedi Can't.

My partner and I's Dragon Age Inquisition fic about Cullen being a thirst trap for Thedas basically. Titled Commander Fancy Pecs.

A Lord of the Rings Legolas as a child with his parents. Titled Bedtime Storytime for Little Legolas.

A Lord of the Rings, Gimli/Legolas fic. Titled Secret.

The Hobbit Fili/OC dwarf Titled Once Upon a Battlefield.

The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin miscommunication fic Titled Khuzdul (Not So) Fluent.

The Hobbit Balin/Dori with background Thorin/Bilbo/Dwalin. Balin confesses to Dori. Titled A Gentle Nudge.

The Hobbit gen fic that is just fun about Dwarrow messing with Elves and Elves actually trying to be a good host. Titled Rivendell and a Joke.

The Hobbit fic that has both Bilbo/Thorin and Kili/Tauriel but isn't really focused on the relationships, just a fun idea where mithril comes from. Titled Not So Pointless.

The Hobbit Bilbo/Thorin short fic Titled Missing Touch.

The Hobbit basically a gen fic Titled Touch.

One of my longer The Hobbit fics with Thorin/Bilbo and an accidental proposal. Titled Our Home.

The Hobbit, probably my most popular fic. Thorin/Bilbo Time travel fix it fic technically everyone dies but Bilbo gets sent back to fix it. Titled A Dream of Something More. There is an epilogue to this one that is posted separately A Dream or Something More Epilogue.

The Hobbit Thorin/Tauriel fic that was written as a gift. Little bit of a sex scene. Titled Mel Asar.

The Hobbit pre Thorin/Tauriel realtionship fic also written as a gift, had an idea about them meeting for the first time. Titled First Meetings.

The only Harry Potter fic I got written before the JK issues really came to light. It's Draco/Harry. Titled Firewhiskey Secrets.

The Hobbit Thorin/Bilbo fic miscommunication but also sweet and short. Titled Hairwash With Love

--WIPS--

My oldest wip written for Beauty and the Beast, no it is actually not abandoned, I will update someday! Titled A True Beast?.

The Hobbit Thorin/Bilbo fic about a very anxious Bilbo who loves architecture. Also not abandoned, someday my brain will work again!Titled Anxiety.

I would absolutely love nearly any kind of comment from emojis to paragraphs, just nothing rude please.

Ideas for more stories. These links are all on Tumblr

The Hobbit/The Lord of The Rings Collection

Sherlock Collection

[abitofboth]

owen carvour hcs because he’s in my brain always

he's very reservedly sentimental. the things in his life that mean a lot to him will always have a special place in his heart, but he'd never tell anyone that. his favourite childhood book, a lighter curt gifted him, old letters and photographs etc.

his favourite childhood book is the hobbit. when he was a kid he'd draw in the margins and go through and underline his favourite parts. his childhood pet was a fluffy cat called bilbo!!

left handed. constantly curses out his pens when he's writing and gets ink smudges all over his hand.

an only child, and was never really that close with his parents. his relationship with them grew strained once they found out he was gay.

would happily never interact with a dog for the rest of his life if he could help it. (too slobbery, loud, and boisterous for his liking.)

biiiiig smoker. his hands get twitchy if he hasn't had a cig in a while. he constantly spews some bs about the refined taste of tobacco.

similarly he's a big time wine snob. he gets offended if you suggest it tastes like vinegar and he'll try with all his might to convince you that the aromatics matter.

definitely has a sprinkling of road rage in him. in his opinion he is always in the right, and everyone else on the road needs their license taken from them.

teeny tiny tattoo on his hip of two intertwined mars symbols (♂)

'love' is a name he uses for pretty much everyone on accounts of him being british, but he's much more fond of using 'darling' and 'sweetheart' as pet names when it's just him and curt.

he LOVES the quiet moments between him and curt when they get to spend the night together. watching over him as he falls asleep and running his fingers through his hair are some of his favourite things to do.

he can be surprisingly bashful! talk sweet to him and he’ll blush like hell. pepper kisses over him and he’ll be squirming and giggling like there’s no tomorrow.

he's welsh but moved to london when he was a teenager. he taught himself to speak in an rp accent so he wouldn't be looked down on, and it just kind of stuck. not many people know that he's welsh, not necessarily because he doesn't tell anyone but no one’s ever asked because as far as everyone else is aware, he’s as english as you can get. when he's tired he can slip back into his old accent, and he uses the odd welsh word every now and then around people close to him (mostly curt.)

the first house he lived in in london got destroyed during the blitz, and luckily most of what few possessions he owned survived. he doesn't like to talk about his time during the war often.

after the fall, he gets tinnitus and his hearing is far from as good as it used to be. he lost his right eye, and the glass eye chimera got him has never quite been a perfect colour match. he has trouble with his knee, and has a decent amount of scarring over his body.

post fall there's a part of him that still loves curt, and desperately misses what used to be. it's mostly overpowered by the hatred within him, but the love rears its head out every now and again and catches him off guard.

he likes to cook, but he's kinda shit at it. he doesn't get much practice on accounts of being a spy, so whenever he does cook, something inevitably goes wrong.

once, he'd moved into a new flat and had curt round as his first guest and tried to cook him dinner. it ended up burning and there were full on flames in the frying pan. (curt still takes the piss out of him for this years later.)

he's a bit of a loner, but enjoys his own company for the most part. outside of curt he doesn't really have any close friends, and he isn't in contact with his family.

he has an angry streak in him. he’s easily riled up and the first emotion he goes to is barely concealed rage. he yells more often than he’d like to.

he hates using the term 'boyfriend' to describe curt. he thinks it makes him sound juvenile and he prefers 'partner' way more. plus, he can get away with introducing curt without giving away the fact that they’re together. (he also loves calling curt his 'best friend' in the most romantic sense possible.)

this! bitch! loves! musicals! the wizard of oz is a favourite of his, and he has a soft spot for disney’s cinderella. he has an extra fondness for the term ‘friend of dorothy’ because of this too.

tea over coffee always. two sugars and a splash of milk, not too weak but not too strong.

[shy-blue-blossom]

Dragonborn

Thorin

Thorin Oakenshield hated dragons.

All dwarves knew this. Bilbo Baggins knew this early on once he joined the company. There was nothing or no one that would change his mind on them. Dragons only cared about the hoard of treasure they collected or took from others.

It was a sunny day as the company travelled on. Throin was in front with Dwalin and Balin. Kili and Fili were in the back as they joked about. Bofur was about to tell them to stop, but Fili stopped and turned to look to the side.

"What's up with you?" Kili asked as he looked around.

"I thought I saw something," Fili answered as they caught up to the group.

However, before Kili could make a joke, he saw something in the tree line. A warg jumped the company as he went to point it out. Another two wargs came from the sides. Orcs were not far behind them. The company were surprised at how many orcs had caught them off guard. Some of them were cornered. Ori was about to get caught in the back when someone or something jumped on the orc and growled at it.

This got the attention of the dwarves and other orcs. The orcs advanced on the interrupter while the dwarves helped with the stragglers. It did not take long for the orcs to be defeated if they did not retreat.

Ori's rescuers stood and watched the orcs retreat before they turned to the dwarves. It was only a little girl. They noticed her eyes were gold with slits. She had scales that retraced and disappeared. She smiled at them as they looked at her before she turned and began to walk back into the woods.

"Excuse me, miss?" Balin called to her. The little girl turned to him but did not attempt to get closer to them. "Why did you help up?" Balin asked.

"I noticed their presence following you. The lookouts at the back were messing around. Gandeld talked about you. I thought I would help," She answered. Before she could continue her way into the woods, she was stopped again.

"How do you know Gandelf?" It was Bofur who had asked this.

"He teaches me different things. He taught me how to talk," The little girl faced them as she spoke.

"What are you?" Thorin asked after a moment of silence.

"A creature you do not like, so I will leave before I cause you any discomfort,"

"You do not look like anything I dislike," Thorin quickly said.

"I'm a dragonborn. I am one of the few left," The little girl said as she watched Thorin for his reaction.

"I did not know dragons could shift into humans," Balin said as he noticed Thorin tense. The girl shook her head.

"I am dragonborn, not a dragon. Dragonborn can only grow claws or scales to protect themselves. It is why the dragons hunted us," This caught all their attention.

"Who looks after you when Gandalf is travelling?" Bilbo asked, worried as he had not heard anyone calling a name.

"I look after myself," She put it simply.

"What's your name?" Thorin once again spoke after silence.

"Y/n,"

"Why don't you join us? We may come across other dragonborn you can join. If we don't you can stay with us." This shocked the members of the company.

Y/n agreed to join them. Fili and Kili were the first she warmed up to. The rest of the company warmed up to her and were surprised when she chose to sleep next to Thorin each night. They continued to the lonely mountain and had fun teaching y/n along the way.

She showed them the different things she could do as a dragonbron. Fili and Kili tried to use this information for pranks on the others. Y/n did not mind but would not help them prank Thorin. At first, they thought she was scared of him but that quickly was proven wrong when she sat on his lap without asking him. They watched Thorin's and y/n's interactions as they got closer and closer to the lonely mountain.

When they reached the mountain, Thorin decided to stay together instead of splitting up. This most likely saved all three of them. He realised what he needed to do once he had defeated Azog. Fili smiled at his uncle when he was okay with the idea he had.

Y/n was talking with Gandalf and Bilbo when he found them. He stopped when he caught their conversation.

"You found other dragonborns?" Gandalf nodded at this question. "And you can take me to them if I want to go?" Thorin's heart almost stopped at this.

"I can take you as soon as you want to go," Gandalf told y/n.

"What if I want to stay with Thorin, Fili and Kili, Bofur, Bomber and Mister Dwalin and Balin," Gandalf cut her off.

"I will not take you away if you do not want to go," Y/n smiled at Gandalf.

"I would love to have you here y/n," Thorin decided to let speck up.

He had a big smile on his face when she turned to him. She wore a matching smile as she took off to him. He caught her in a hug when she jumped at him. They agreed that Thorin would be her father. The company members were happy that she would be staying with them.

The one thing that Thorin thought was never going to happen did.

He has a dragonborn daughter.

He could not be prouder.

The end.

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Masterlist

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

Unpopular? Problematic? Opinion

I'm kinda new in Arda so maybe it's just me? It's something I haven't found out yet in the fandom? I'm honestly not sure because I'm the only one having a problem (not really a problem, just a pet peeve, I think?) with it, but...

(forgive my English, it's past midnight here and I'm eepy)

what is it that the fandom has with genderbending(or revealing they were the opposite gender all along) specific characters? and I mean Bilbo Baggins and dwarves specifically. I haven't seen a genderbent elf or human yet, but again I may be wrong.

It feels really weird because I've mostly (almost always) seen it happen when one of those characters was to be shipped with someone(of the same gender). And also I've actually only seen it with Bilbo, Ori, and Narvi (but, once more, I'm new so this might be inaccurate). I genuinely don't understand why? It doesn't bring anything to the plot except perhaps implying that dwarves can't tell dwarrow and dwarrowdams apart which actually only applies to literally all the other races. It feels so wrong to cancel mlm relationships by changing a character's canon gender.

I also don't like using non-canon pronouns(/gender) for characters in general because it feels like I'm misgendering them but that's a personal opinion.

But perhaps I'm just imagining things. So I'm genuinely asking if I've missed something or if it's just me not really understanding fanfictions/fandoms. Especially since I've only seen this happen with those specific characters, maybe someone can tell me whether it's true or not.

Idk if this makes sense, hopefully I wasn't disrespectful and didn't offend anyone.

Pls be nice I'm just a confused newcomer

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @miaulady​ based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, T

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Wishlist for the First Trip

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“And remember,” Mister Baggins handed Kili the bag with everything Kili might need on his first journey alone. Alone, as in with no one from the company with him. It was larger than he had expected. “We’ll pay for your food and lodging, but not the gifts for your family.”

“I know.”

“Or for Fili.”

“That was once,” Kili whined. “I didn’t realise it was the company credit card I had taken out. And I paid you back!”

Gandalfs description of the magazine editor as a bit of a nightmare was true. No matter how much Fili swore that Bilbo was very sweet and kind. Both statements were true!

“Give him my best wishes,” Mr. Baggins smiled. “And happy holidays. We really appreciate you taking the Christmas Spot this year.”

“I wanted to have a little retreat with Fili. Like a reminder of how we met last year. Just us and nature.”

“Well, if he paints something, tell him we would love to put it in the magazine and organise a sale. Our people not only love the photography, but there are many looking for artists.”

“Yes, yes. But I don’t think it’s on his wish list to sell another one of his paintings,” Kili slung the bag over his shoulders and fled before Mister Baggins could go on about how it would be good or beneficial for Kili and Fili to do so. “Bye!”

“You never know! And send it to me two days before Christmas! Remember, I have to edit all this and I do not want to spend Christmas editing!”

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Fili had arrived at the small hut they had rented for the December months. He had agreed with Kili that he would go first, prepare everything, like the food, so that when Kili came in the evening, for Mister Baggins had insisted on seeing Kili before he left for the next year, they could relax and not have to starve for breakfast the next morning.

But, and Fili should have considered this, he had never travelled before. And he felt that everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Without Kili, he was lost in this big, strange world.He couldn’t even appreciate the beauty this place held and showed him in all its glittering and yet soft light. All he wanted to do was cry. 

The last straw had been the little white milk jug. He had wanted to make a nice cup of cocoa with a pretty picture of milk foam on it. Maybe a swan, to go with the lake just round the corner and the romantic connotations of the creature. But he had dropped it. He had broken it. So he knelt on the ground, trying not to have a total breakdown and pick up all the pieces. 

Perhaps he could glue it back together. Did the hut have any porcelain glue? Would he have to go shopping again and possibly miss Kili’s arrival? He hated travelling. He would never do it again. Never again. He wanted to be at home. Where he knew where everything was and had his system and routine and…

“Hey, love.”

Fili looked up and it was Kili. He had not heard his car arrive or the door open. The coffee wasn’t ready and the snacks weren’t laid out. But Kili was there now. Fili started to cry.

“Oh. Oh! Fee, hey,” Kili dropped his bag and knelt down beside him. “Are you hurt? Did you cut your fingers?”

“No,” Fili sobbed, wrapping his arms around Kili. 

“I broke the jug, I don’t have the coffee ready, or the snacks. Nothing is where it should be, like at home. And I know I left something important at home! I want to be home!”

Kili pulled him onto his lap and rocked him, soothing him and running his hands through his hair.

“It’s all right. These things happen. You had a hard day. It really wasn’t good that you travelled alone, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you through the chaos. But we are here now. And we can move everything around, organise things the way they should be. I even have some craft glue in my bag. It doesn’t have to be perfect, OK? Remember. My trip last year went wrong when my car broke down and then it went super well with you.

Fili laughed softly and drew back a little, “I’m sorry, I’m being stupid.”

“No,” Kili shook his head and placed a hand gently on his cheek. “You’ve had a terrible day. It’s all right.”

Fili stood and pulled Kili up as well.

“I can make some coconut,” Kili said. “You go and find our cosy blanket in the luggage for the cuddle we’ll do in front of the big window.”

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Fili had pulled out not only their favourite blanket but also his art supplies when he saw what the window showed them. A beautiful view of the lake. There were only a few trees and they seemed to frame the lake like a painting.

“Got the coconut,” Kili came in and put two cups on the sofa table. “I see you got the paints out already.”

“Just in case inspiration strikes,” Fili shrugged and pulled Kili beside him, wrapping the blanket around them as they lay down on the couch. “I found out what I forgot,” he murmured against Kili’s chest. “And it’s bad.”

“It can’t be that bad. You haven’t forgotten yourself,” Kili laughed quietly.

“I forgot your gifts. All of them. The ones your family and I painstakingly found and…”

“Forget the list,” Kili kissed his neck. “I have another list. Much shorter, too.”

Fili snorted. He knew what was coming.

“My Oh, fuck it list. Want to know what’s on it?”

“It better be my name,” Fili grinned and leaned in to kiss Kili.

“You know the joke!” Kili gasped and looked at him.

“I grew up with Bofur, Kili. Of course I know one of his favourite winter jokes.”

“Well, we can still get one of my lists done thoroughly,” he murmured, rubbing his nose against Kili’s cheeks.

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Kili had fallen asleep on the sofa. Their cocoa had grown cold by now. And Fili had started to sketch the lake and the trees when his eyes fell on the bag Kili had brought from work. He should unpack it. See what they had to do for the article. Probably check out some hiking routes and try out some restaurants. That would be nice. With Kili taking pictures. Fili could use them as reference for paintings and they would be together. Unlike the way they had been all year.

 When Kili started working for the magazine “Adventures around the World for Every Occasion”. They had a long-distance relationship. And the way they shared their lives, keeping close regardless of the space between them, influenced their art. Kili had a softer touch on his photos when he edited them. And Fili added people to his scenes when he felt they fit. But never a real portrait. It just didn’t feel right to paint a person like that when he wasn’t close to them.

He put the sketchbook down and wiggled out of the blanket. He wrapped it around Kili again before going to the bag and opening it.Camera, notebook, a folder with information about what they should do - with a sticky note saying “If you find a hidden gem - remember to put it in!” and - oh.

Fili took out two presents. He smiled broadly. Bilbo Baggins could be relied upon to save the day. He got up and crept over to one of the empty cupboards. It could be a full Christmas surprise for Kili. All Fili had to do was thank Bilbo for his kind gesture. That should be easy enough.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Round 2, Poll 8

Poll at the bottom of the post.

Journey to You: (Post-BOTFA Adventures)

“Milk, Mr. Oakenshield?”

“I’m sorry?” He questioned as the same hobbit from earlier poked his head in.

“Would you like milk in your tea?”

Thorin shook his head. “No, just some honey will be fine if you have it.”

The hobbit nodded before disappearing again. Leaving Thorin to his thoughts in what he would refer to as not-Bilbo’s sitting room. When he emerged once more, he was carrying a tray of tea, followed by a dam carrying a tray of sandwiches and cakes.

“We’re so glad we’ve gotten a chance to meet you, Mr. Oakenshield.” She told him with a bright smile. “Bilbo spoke of you so often.”

Thorin tried not to flush at the idea of what Bilbo might have said as he thanked her and took his tea. He tried not to make a face after all the trouble they went to, but this was certainly not the flavor of tea they had back in Erebor. It was bland and…earthy. He carefully placed the cup back down on the tray, and folded his hands, desperate to ask the one question he’s wanted to know since he got here.

“You said Bilbo left months ago and he has no intention of coming back?”

The male hobbit shook his head. “No, he’s had…difficulties adjusting back to Shire life.”

“Difficulties?” Thorin repeated, a furrow in his brows.

“He was becoming unsociable.” The dam explained. “It was quite entertaining to watch him tell Lobelia Sackville-Baggins off, but you could just tell he wasn’t happy anymore.”

The Raven Prince: (Swan Princess AU)

Bilbo? Bilbo, wake up.

Bilbo groaned, adamantly refusing to open his eyes. He had just had the most wonderful dream. Thorin had been a raven and only once they reached Ravenhill did he reveal himself. It was a little odd, but the important thing was Thorin had been alive. He didn’t want to go back to a reality without him. Even if he were a raven.

A hand ran through his curls, and Bilbo instinctively turned into the warm palm.

“Amrâlimê (my love), wake up.” 

Bilbo’s brows furrowed. He could swear that sounded just like…Slowly, he blinked his eyes open only to be greeted with a pair of familiar blue eyes.

“Thorin!” He gasped. “Is it really you?”

The vision smiled brightly as he nodded.

“Yes, it’s me.”

Bilbo sat up suddenly, throwing his arms around Thorin’s neck and hugging him close. He hardly could believe it. Yet, here he was warm flesh beneath Bilbo’s hands, and his hair smelling as Thorin always did. Bilbo certainly had an active imagination, but even he wouldn’t be able to put together such a cohesive vision.

“Oh, Thorin!” Bilbo sobbed into his shoulder. “I thought I had lost you.”

Thorin wrapped his arms around Bilbo’s back, pulling him in even tighter.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. The mere moment I was able to get away, I knew I had to find you…”

“Get away?” Bilbo asked aghast as he pulled away. “What do you mean? Get away from what?”

Thorin’s expression darkened somewhat. “Smaug.” He spat. 

[an-unexpected-sideblog]

Ent-Friend please!

Ooooo, I'm so glad someone asked about this one!! This is one of my oldest Hobbit projects, but I still really love the idea even though I haven't worked on it in a while.

When Bilbo is a small fauntling, he gets very, very lost in the forest of the Trollshaws near Rivendell on a trip with his mother. Neither the determination of Belladonna nor the tracking skills of the Rivendell elves can find the young hobbit, and Bilbo would certainly have been eaten by trolls as everyone assumed if not for the intervention of an Ent. One of the missing Ent-Wives, to be specific, though she'd tell you that she's looking for the missing Ent-Husbands.

Through a series of mishaps, the Ent isn't able to return little Bilbo to the Shire as planned, and so he's raised in the wilds of the forest under the very strange joint guardianship of an ancient Ent and a very scatterbrained Brown Wizard. Life in the forest is peaceful and Bilbo is content, until the day a group of strange dwarves run afoul of three trolls and need a very strange hobbit to come to their rescue.

And, well, the Quest for Erebor might look a bit different with a hobbit so in tune with trees. Snippet below the cut :) Thank you so much for your interest!

Send me a WIP ask?

Bilbo perched in the lower branches of an enormous pine tree, one hand keeping his footing and the other curled around the elvish knife he’d stolen years ago. In his smaller hands, the short silvery blade was a sword, but he also had two human-made knives strapped to his waist which served as his daggers. The cloak around his shoulders, the tunic on his back - everything he owned, down to his smallclothes, had been taken from travelers and invaders throughout his entire life. Bilbo knew no other way to find clothing, for weaving cloth was not exactly a skill of the forest, many as those were. 

“The leaves speak of a small number,” said the enormous fir tree Bilbo was perched in. “Perhaps the others need not wake.”

Bilbo glanced up at the wooden face, a smirk on his lips. “Don’t tell me you wish to sleep again, Pineshadow. You’ve only just woken up!”

“Hmmm,” creaked the giant tree, and she smiled back at the hobbit sitting above her high knee. “I do not wish to fight in such great numbers again, for the last orcs, foul and swift as they were on their fleet, ugly, wolf-like steeds, were terribly fast and slippery, and I found them to be a most annoying inconvenience, indeed.”

“I see your long-windedness has not suffered from your wounds,” Bilbo said playfully, and Pineshadow rumbled a deep, rolling laugh, taking another shaking step toward the eastern part of the forest.

“No indeed, little squirrel,” she said kindly. “There is little that would stop an Ent from her long words, for anything worth being said-”

“-is worth being said long, and waiting for it to be told so, yes,” Bilbo finished with a mocking huff. Even as he teased his friend, his eyes scanned the forest land with a practiced eye. The invaders were near, or so the trees had whispered to him.

“I remember once, long ago, before you ever came near me with your swift feet and those tiny, pinching hands, that I stood for seven days and seven nights under the skies, waiting for the gravest of dangers to slowly come to-”

“Hush!” Bilbo said quite suddenly, and Pineshadow halted her large steps quickly - well, quickly for an Ent, which took about a minute. 

“Ah,” Pineshadow growled, her wooden eyes narrowing as she followed Bilbo’s line of sight. “A fire. The intruders have camped themselves near the human dwelling, at the foot of the great cliff, where many green things love to grow now that the humans have departed.”

“They were killed by trolls,” Bilbo reminded her sourly, his grip on his sword tightening.

Pineshadow made a snapping noise that Bilbo knew to be her scolding sound. “Little squirrel, do not think that I do not remember the night well! I am an Ent, and I remember ages and ages past, far into the days before even elves were-”

“I’m scouting ahead,” Bilbo announced, and sheathed his sword in a fluid motion before nimbly jumping from branch to branch until he was in a nearby tree, next to one of Pineshadow’s large eyes. The liquid depths swirled like warm sap, and Bilbo smiled at her as he swung out of her reach long before her hand could stretch out to him.

“You are too quick,” she grumbled, lowering her needle-covered hand back to her side. “Too quick indeed, in decisions and in words and in your own physical form. You always have been so.”

“I’ll call for help if I need it,” Bilbo replied kindly, hearing the worries behind her words. “But the huorns say it is a small group of ‘heavy small ones’, whatever that’s supposed to mean, and one human. If they intend harm to the trees, we will scare them away for good.”

“You take too much pride in the reputation of the Trollshaws,” Pineshadow replied in her deep, slow way. “And yet many of the mysterious disappearances are indeed owed to the trolls you so despise.”

“Don’t act like you don’t despise them as much as I do,” Bilbo huffed, and then he glanced at the fair orange light flickering through the trees. “I’m afraid you’ve delayed me quite long enough, Pineshadow. I need to go.”

“Now wait a moment, young one!” she creaked, frowning. “You must think on your decision carefully! Don’t go running off like you always do, or else you’re bound to end up in trouble all over again, you small troublemaker, you. Never a second thought in your head, always running off into the blue with the first thing that catches your fancy... so you’ve always been, barhuum!”

“I will be perfectly fine,” Bilbo replied, jumping nimbly to another tree. The Ent sighed with a sound of rustling pine needles, and then nodded once, slowly. 

“Then fare you well, Forest Protector, Ent-Friend, Green One of-”

“Goodbye, Pineshadow,” Bilbo chuckled, and he swung away into the dusky forest with barely a sound over the soft breeze.