#bofur drabble

[ironmandeficiency]

the company + helping their s/o with insomnia

characters included: thorin, fíli, kíli, dwalin, bofur

word count: 941

summary: how a few members of thorin’s company help their s/o with their insomnia

a/n: again, i wrote these at an ungodly hour even tho i had important things to do today

thorin 🪵

with his duties as king, thorin is quite the night owl

he tends to stay up late working on important documents, reading through correspondence, doing everything but resting

you keep him company on many of those nights, humming softly as you read novels or tend to your own royal duties across the room when sleep evades you (which is nearly always)

he’ll notice when you start to sink further in your armchair, taking that as his cue to put you to bed

“come, my queen, we must rest for the night” he whispers, sliding his arms under your back and behind your knees to carry you to bed

your indignant grumble is met with a soft chuckle, your husband reassuring you that he is joining you

once you’re tucked in, he slides himself under the blankets with you and hums lullabies until you both doze off

fíli 🗡️

despite how long fíli has known you, he will never understand how in mahal’s great mines you are so elusive after sundown

during the day, he knows exactly how to find you and never worries about where you happen to be. but under the light of the moon, you slip through his fingers and seemingly vanish with the breeze

he knows that you like to go on walks to burn off energy you didn’t use during the day; without your evening walks, you’re tossing and turning like mad

you’re almost never in the same place twice; he’s found you roaming the mines chatting with bofur, reading books by the light of the forges, and on one evening you were in the kitchens with bombur chowing down on midnight snacks

tonight he finds you in the royal library, drool escaping from your lips onto a book older than the both of you combined

he spots balin and the old advisor grins at the sight of you snoozing on the dusty tome

your golden prince gently slides the book from under your head, adjusting your body so he can carry you to bed without much jostling

kíli 🏹

you’ve known that kíli was a massive cuddler since you were children in the blue mountains

he had a penchant for being able to sleep nearly anywhere growing up, and since you both were glued to each other by the hip since pebblehood, you were his permanent best friend and cuddle buddy no matter where you were

the older you got, sleep began avoiding you like a plague unless you had kee by your side. it was such a problem that he lived with you in every way but by name, having his own side of the bed and a good chunk of his clothes in your dresser

when he went on the quest for erebor with his brother and uncle, your insomnia returned with a vengeance that rivaled the angriest dwarf

reuniting with kíli in erebor was what kept you energized once everyone heard the news, your body running on willpower and dís’s mothering

when he saw you for the first time in the newly reclaimed kingdom he was concerned. he told thorin in no uncertain terms that he’d be spending the next few days helping you find the rest you’ve been so desperately missing

if there were confessions of love and kisses and beads exchanged between the naps, no one needed to know

dwalin 🪓

the best way he knows how to help someone sleep is through physical exertion. as a seasoned warrior, he knows with absolute certainty that waving hefty weapons around for long enough will get anyone an immediate audience with the sandman

when he feels you tossing and turning in bed, he’ll coax you out to the training grounds and spar with you until your eyelids begin to droop and your stance gets sloppy

you’ll be dead on your feet as your husband scoops you into his arms, silently carrying you back to your rooms with a fond smile (the smile is for you, his signature glare is for the guards under his command daring them to say anything disparaging about you)

laying you on the bed, his callused hands remove your clothing piece by piece, massaging your muscles as he works your tunic over your head and trousers down your legs

a soft nightgown is eased over your head before he bundles you up in the blankets. he joins you and simply runs his hands along your skin soothingly

it doesn’t matter what time it is, if dwalin can help you find rest, he will do whatever he has to do

bofur ⛏️

either bofur doesn’t see how some of the other miners stare at him, or he simply doesn’t give a flying fuck

most nights while he works, you’ll be found in a smallish rolling bed nearby where he’s working. you���re not always sleeping, sometimes simply resting or reading a book while you wait for your dwarf

it was an idea bifur had when bofur lamented to his brother about your discomfort and lack of genuine rest, and it helped a lot

there are occasional breaks in his work, bofur always taking a moment to kiss you sweetly and relay some of the fresh miner’s gossip (honestly, they rival the midwives with how much they talk)

when bofur is free from his duties, he’ll rouse you from whatever state you’re in and guide you back home with a steady hand and a smile

as you walk, he’ll update you on all the juicy rumors and drama and only half-finish his stories as you both fall into bed for the night

nothing anyone can say will convince him to not show you how much you are loved and appreciated

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Hi :D

Could you do Bofur for #99? (And maybe a bit of background Nori/Bofur?) I think that would be interesting :D

Anon, THANK YOU SO MUCH for giving me a prompt that I then held onto for about a year and a half. 😅 However, if you are still here, I do hope you enjoy. This turned out to be a very INTENSE project and I enjoyed the challenge.

#99: Bofur leaves for a few weeks/months and when they come back they act...possessed.

A Golden Nightmare

Rating: T

Warnings: Thriller Vibes; Canon-Typical Violence

Words: 7230

Bilbo felt…lost. The muted grays around him seemed to swirl and blur at the edges making him feel dizzy. In fact, he wasn’t sure where to lay blame for the pounding in his head. That or the voices whispering one over the other. Calling out to him, no not him, something…precious. Mine, mine, mine! Bilbo’s eyes flew open as he ripped the ring from his finger. 

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he leaned back against the cool stone. Closing his eyes again, he tried to ease his nausea by focusing in on his harsh breathing that he slowly was able to even out. When he felt stable, his gaze drifted down to the piece of gold held tightly in his fist. Something was horribly wrong. He’s felt uncomfortable wearing his little trinket before, but it’s never been like this. And the funny part was, he didn’t even remember why he put it on this time. 

Tears stabbed at his eyes as he tried to choke back the emotion wanting to bubble out of his throat. It was happening. Everyone had assumed he was immune to the pull. That hobbits clearly weren’t susceptible to such sickness. However, there had always been a prickle of doubt, especially when he had held onto the Arkenstone for so long. What if Bilbo carried the same disease of the mind as his husband, and it’s just taken this long for the gold to truly have an effect? Before he could fall into despair over this revelation, voices sounded in the corridor pushing him deeper into the alcove in order to hide from view.

“What do you mean you can’t find him?” 

Bilbo peeked out just slightly to see Thorin pacing agitatedly.

“You know how he is, little bugger is slippery when he wants to be.” Nori grumbled.

“Take care of how you speak! That’s the Consort you’re talking about.” Thorin snarled, surprising both Bilbo and Nori.

It was after several moments of silence that Thorin came back to himself, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

“Thorin, it’s me. Your Spymaster, your friend. What’s wrong?” Nori demanded, his arms crossed.

The king shook his head as he went back to pacing. 

“I’m worried about him.” He admitted softly. “Bilbo’s been suffering such horrible nightmares lately. He won’t talk about them, but he wakes in the night screaming and crying and no amount of comfort seems to ease his burden.”

“How long has this been going on for?” Nori asked gently.

“Two weeks.” Thorin groaned, running a hand through his graying locks. “I feel like I’ve tried everything. I’ve sang to him, gotten up to make him tea, held him tight and yet…what?”

Nori had dropped his hands, staring at Thorin in something akin to fear had it been anyone else.

“Two weeks?” He repeated. “Two weeks exactly?”

“I don’t remember, Nori.” Thorin complained. “What does it matter?”

“Bofur got back exactly two weeks ago.”

“And that matters because…?”

Nori turned away rubbing his hand over his beard. Bilbo had never seen the dwarf look so agitated which honestly was causing cold to creep down his spine. This conversation had taken a most uncomfortable turn for the eavesdropper, but he found he couldn’t leave it either. He needed to know Nori’s thoughts. Perhaps it would be the answer to his problem. 

“Bofur was delayed by three weeks. Three weeks, Thorin. And the Iron Hills’ dwarves said he had finished negotiations with them and was on his way back to Erebor well before that.”

“Perhaps he got lost.” Thorin shrugged.

“Bofur? With his stone sense?” Nori barked out a bitter laugh. “Not likely. Besides, he’s made that journey many times before. There’s something else too. He’s not…himself. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him smile, he constantly brushes me off or acts annoyed, and he has this fixated look about him like he’s searching for something but doesn’t know what that could be.”

Thorin tilted his head before slowly reaching out to give Nori’s shoulder a squeeze.

“I don’t want to be insensitive but could this be in regards to your…arrangement?”

Bilbo had to cover his mouth to stop himself from gasping as Nori shoved Thorin against the wall with a knife at his throat. 

“I may not have a traditional relationship, but how dare you insinuate he would leave me. What do you know?”

The silence stretched on much longer this time. The tension thick in the air as Thorin stared down at the seething dwarf with a grim look. Nori’s face went through a mixture of different facets before settling on shock and shame.

“I don’t know what came over me.” He apologized, sheathing the blade and dropping his head. “I’m sorry, My King.”

Thorin huffed a sigh. 

“I think…the stress of dealing with our respective partners is getting to us.”

“And if not? If there’s something…nefarious afoot?” He asked softly.

Thorin flinched, but the fire of a warrior shined brightly still in his blue eyes.

“Then find it so we can crush it.”

Bilbo waited until he could no longer hear their retreating footsteps before he allowed himself to sink to the stone floor. His mind was reeling, and his eyes naturally traced the smooth surface of his ring. Was there something dark at home in their mountain? Strangely enough, it was a thought that didn’t fill him with dread like it should. Instead it was a burning, jealous desire to protect that which was his. His precious. And it was at that moment that Bilbo realized he needed help from an outside source. It was time to call for Gandalf.

***

The climb to the rookery was chilly with the threat of winter upon the mountain, but inside was kept warm and toasty. Roäc, son of Carc, was the official Chief of the Ravens for the King and by extent, the Consort. However, Bilbo had grown fond of Kuë, his mate, and it was her feet that swept down onto his arm, affectionately nipping at his curls. 

“Consort.” She greeted.

“Kuë, I have a very special mission for you.” He began, as he tied his message onto her leg.

“Whom do I seek?” She hummed.

“Gandalf, the wandering wizard.”

“Tharkun usually cannot be found if he doesn’t wish to be.”

“I know.” Bilbo sighed, his fingers in her feathers shaking slightly. “But I don’t know what to do if you can’t.”

She cooed and rubbed her head against Bilbo’s own before hopping on the sill, shaking out her wings.

“Don’t worry Bilbo. I’ll find the Gray Pilgrim.”

She gave him one more affectionate nip before Bilbo threw open the shutters, and Kuë became nothing more than a dark shape against the sky. Bilbo stood there for a long time, watching her form disappear, and eventually just staring out at the wide world below. He tried not to dwell on Thorin and Nori’s conversation, but just the reminder of their names sent a sharp spike into his chest, his fingers drifting down to the smooth, warm gold in his pocket. A tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it. She had to find Gandalf. The wizard had to know what was wrong with him. He had to be able to fix this. 

There was a crash behind him, and the ravens started to caw and shift, unnerved. Bilbo spun around though to find none other than Bofur. He forced a smile to his face, ready to greet his friend when the words paused on his tongue. Bofur looked sick. His eyes were sunken in dark shadows, his skin sallow and weak. Yet, he moved with a fervor. As if he were searching for something.  

“He has this fixated look about him like he’s searching for something but doesn’t know what that could be.”

Bilbo gulped and took a nervous step back, his fist tightening around the ring. All of a sudden, Bofur looked up, as a predator sensing his prey.

“Do you have it, Halfling?” He snapped.

“I’m sorry?” Bilbo gasped, caught off-guard by it being Bofur’s voice, but it didn’t sound like Bofur.

“You must! You’ve had it this whole time! YOU LITTLE RAT!”

Bilbo immediately thought of his little ring, and he could feel it bite into his skin from how hard he clutched it. He pulled away from the demented dwarf. He had to get away. Bofur couldn’t have it. It was his. His precious. Bofur made a lunge for him, and the ravens immediately swooped down to Bilbo’s defense. It was all the opening Bilbo needed to slip the ring on his finger, and disappear.

***

The ravens relayed the exchange to the King, and Thorin was enraged. While he still felt a certain level of loyalty to a Company member, attacking Bilbo was inexcusable. There was currently a kingdom-wide hunt for Bofur, alive, most certainly. However, Bilbo watched the way Bifur, Bombur, and Nori shrunk away from the order, and furthermore, the miner was very popular in his guild. Bilbo doubted they were going to find him, and the dark cloud hanging above Erebor now seemed to choke the life of its people. Very unflattering comparisons of Thorin were made to his predecessor, and the seed of guilt buried itself deeper into his heart.

Bilbo paced back and forth in the sitting room of his suite. He had all but been ordered to remain in his rooms, and he felt like he was about to go insane. He needed to do something. Find Bofur, talk some sense into him, or at the very least be on the lookout for Kuë and Gandalf. Bilbo’s fingers brushed against the smooth golden treasure hidden deep in his overcoat’s pocket, and he closed his eyes tight to resist putting it on and going wherever he liked. Heaving a heavy sigh, he ran his free hand through his hair. 

“Whatever am I going to do?”

“You can start with giving me the ring.”

Bilbo’s eyes snapped up at the same time he pulled his sword free from the scabbard of his belt. Dwalin’s self-defense lessons were paying off as he kept Bofur, or at least the creature wearing his friend’s face at a distance. He still looked sickly and pale. In fact, he almost looked like he had aged overnight, his eyes having a milky quality to them. But there was something more controlled in his posture this time which honestly made Bilbo even more anxious.

“How did you get in here?” He demanded.

‘Bofur’ smirked. “This dwarf has a sense about him. He can hear the stones, and I was able to find a back passageway that led me straight to you.”

Bilbo’s heart sunk as he realized his assessment was correct. This wasn’t Bofur.

“I could scream right now.” He declared. “And the guards would swarm you before you could even touch me.” 

“But you won’t.” ‘Bofur’ countered, looking unimpressed. “So why don’t we save us both the headache, and you hand over what’s in your pocket right now?”

Bilbo snarled as his hand tightened around the ring to the point where it was painful. If this thing thought for one second that he would part with his precious. A single tear rolled down his cheek. Why did it have such a hold on him?

“You’ve done something? Haven’t you? Cursed the mountain or something.” He accused.

A wild grin spread across ‘Bofur’s’ face. 

“No, stupid Halfling. My magic may be aggravating it, but you have no idea what it is you actually hold there. Its powers are so much greater than being able to disappear. Now, you can give it to me. Or I can take it from your lifeless corpse!”

‘Bofur’ lunged for him, and Bilbo immediately slipped on the ring, blending with the shadows. The crazed look had returned as he searched the room, trying to discover Bilbo’s hiding place. 

“IT’S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE!” He raved. “This kingdom of filthy, greedy dwarves will burn. You think the goldsickness of Thror’s line was bad? That ring you carry will have them all slaughtering each other for control of it, SLAUGHTERING YOU! Why I bet your king is just itching to get his hands back around your throat…”

Bilbo covered his mouth, trying to contain the sob tearing through his chest as he closed his eyes against the vile words spoken from the mouth of a friend. And yet, as much as his heart warred, he could see the truth in it. He saw Thorin and Nori once more, prepared to slit each other’s throats over a few simple words. If this ring was in fact the cause…it couldn’t stay here, he couldn’t stay here. Because as much as he loved Thorin, he couldn’t bear to part with his…Bilbo’s eyes flew open as something strong and unbending settled inside him. His glare settled on the golden band on his middle finger before yanking it off.

When ‘Bofur's’ eyes settled on him, Bilbo met it, cool and calculating. Exactly how the Consort of Erebor should be. 

“The dwarf whose body you inhabit, is he still in there?” He demanded.

The dwarf’s eyes narrowed, almost looking confused by Bilbo’s question.

“Does Bofur still exist, or should I kill you where you stand, Spector?”

“He’s still here…” It finally growled.

“Then I have a counteroffer for you. Tell me where to meet you, and I will deliver the ring directly to you. But only if you release Bofur back to us.”

The dwarf narrowed his eyes as if trying to suss out the way Bilbo was attempting to trick him before a cruel grin stole across his face.

“You have nothing to bargain with, Halfling. I can slit your throat in the night here or on the road and take it. What makes you think I need you?”

Bilbo smirked. “You don’t. I know I’m expendable, but the thing is: I’ve already written to Gandalf to come to Erebor.”

‘Bofur’s’ face fell, turning an even sicker shade of gray. Probably recalling the moment he caught Bilbo in the rookery. 

“I’ve evaded you this long. You know it won’t be that easy to kill the Consort inside his own Mountain while in possession of the ring. And when Gandalf gets here? Then you’ve lost your chance completely. On the other hand, I can accompany you willingly and secret this ring right under his nose. It’s your choice.”

The dwarf growled, as his milky eyes burned with hatred. “I do not fear Gandalf Greyhame.”

“Then I suppose we’ve reached a stalemate.”

Bilbo moved to slip the ring back on, and ‘Bofur’ jumped, reaching out to stop him. Bilbo quirked a brow as he held the ring a hair-breadth away from his finger. The glare Bilbo received was thunderous.

“Fine. Have it your way.” He spat. “We leave in the dead of night.”

“And where are we going?” Bilbo demanded. “After all, you must give me some insurance.”

‘Bofur’ hesitated before giving a single word in response, slipping back through the secret passage. The air expelled from Bilbo’s body in a shaky sigh as his knees wobbled. He didn’t know if he could actually follow through with this. This possessing entity scared him, and he was certain it would have no qualms about killing him. Bilbo was going to have to play this perfectly. His bluff about Gandalf bought him some time, although he hoped with all his heart that was the truth. And the mere idea of giving up his golden trinket had his head pounding in protest. But he had to do it. For Bofur, for Erebor, for Thorin, and even for himself.

As quickly as he could, Bilbo wrote two letters. One to Thorin, apologizing profusely for making this decision without him and reminding him of just how much Bilbo loved him should the worst happen. The second letter was to Nori, promising not to come back without Bofur healthy and hale, as well as telling him their location. Rhûn. The Sea of Rhûn. He hid them both in his desk knowing as soon as it was realized he was gone, Thorin would have the room inspected with a fine-tooth comb. He needed to buy them a little bit of a headstart after all, or else the spector wouldn’t release Bofur.

After that, he immediately went to work packing a bag for the trip. There was something bitter in the sense that he had always hoped his next journey would be after Thorin retired so they could travel the world together. Instead, he was sneaking to the barracks to rob their soldiers of cram and jerky coming to terms with the fact that he most likely wouldn’t be eating well. 

From there, he had one more stop to make, and it broke his heart to even consider it. Thorin’s years on the road just made him too light a sleeper. Taking some herbs from Oin’s store, Bilbo began to make a pot of tea contemplating how far beyond the realms of trust he was taking this. He didn’t think Thorin would ever forgive him, as he wiped the falling tears off his cheeks. However, he played the part well enough, and he was certain it was Thorin’s lack of sleep that contributed to his dulled suspicions. After Thorin had drunk enough of the herbs that he would soon be asleep for the remainder of the night, he couldn’t stop himself from cuddling Thorin’s head. The tea clattered to the ground as Thorin’s bleary blue eyes struggled to remain focused on him.

“Ukradê (my greatest heart)...why…?” Thorin breathed.

“It’s my fault, Thorin. And I can fix it. I can make it all better, and I don’t expect you to understand or…f-forgive me. But I have to do this. I can’t be responsible for Erebor burning again. So I hope this isn’t goodbye, but if it is, please know…you have made me the happiest hobbit in the world. Astû dulelê. (You were my dream of all dreams.)”

And Bilbo meant that. Even if he could feel the weight of his little ring in his pocket. As if it could remind him of his love for it as well. He leaned in to kiss Thorin feeling his husband’s lips go slack as he finally succumbed to sleep. It was at that point that Bilbo finally allowed his sobs to escape. He cuddled into Thorin’s chest, crying over a future they may not have anymore until he couldn’t wait any longer. It was time for him to leave.

The Spector was, of course, quick to mock his plight, and wearing his friend’s grin, it made Bilbo even more irritable.

“Did you promise the dwarf king you’d write?” 

“Didn’t really see the point. I figured my errand wouldn’t take long.” Bilbo snarked before turning to saddle his pony.

“No it won’t, but that doesn’t mean you’ll return from it, Halfling.”

Bilbo should never have turned his back on ‘Bofur’. He assumed it was the dwarf’s mattock splitting his head in two, but that was all the time he had to reason on it as he was unconscious before he even hit the ground. 

***

When Bilbo awoke, his first reaction was surprise as waking anywhere but Yavanna’s Gardens seemed out of the realm of possibility. However, the splitting headache, the nausea from the gentle sway and bounce of his ride, and the horse hair tickling his nose indicated he was very much alive. However, that wasn’t the strange part. What caught his attention the most was the rising sun hitting his eyes…but it wasn’t the direction they were headed.

“We’re going south…” He slurred.

“Still alive then, Halfling?”

Bilbo jerked himself into a sitting position, only to pull at the ropes holding his hands to the saddle horn. His head shot pain at the movement at the same time his stomach gave a mighty lurch. He was spilling the contents of his stomach off to the side before passing out once more. When he awoke again, the sun was much higher in the sky which certainly wasn’t helping with his headache, but at least his stomach felt stronger.

“You could have just killed me…but you didn’t.” Bilbo accused, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth.

“You’ve inconvenienced me enough that I thought you would make a nice snack for the orcs.”

Panic began to set in as he realized it had nothing to do with Bofur potentially fighting his way back in control. 

“We’re not going to Rhûn.” He stated weakly.

“No, I’m afraid your dwarves that you forewarned for back-up will not make it in time to assist you. We ride for Dol Guldur, Halfling.”

Dol Guldur. Where only foul things reside now. Gandalf having explained the fight for his life at the same time he regrettably informed Thorin of Thrain’s demise. Bilbo started pulling at the ropes around his wrists, hissing when the tight bonds chafed at the skin. 

“Accept your fate and relax.” The Spector grinned back at him from where Bilbo’s pony was tied to the back of his pony’s saddle. “I’m not about to let you escape from me.”

Bilbo wondered if he had already removed the ring from Bilbo’s person which really stirred him up before he slumped over as his headache became too much. Bilbo tried twisting to press his side up against the pony to see if he could feel the imprint, but couldn’t be certain. A scream tore its way from him which had the Spector snapping at him to be quiet. Bilbo snarled wanting to scream for help at the top of his lungs in spite. However, he knew they had to be too far south of Esgaroth for there to be another living soul that could help him. Otherwise he was certain he would be gagged as well as bound. 

Bilbo’s head hit the neck of his pony in defeat causing the poor beast to startle. Getting thrown from the pony probably wouldn’t improve his situation any, but he thought it might at least inconvenience the Spector. If only his head wasn’t hurting so much he might be able to think of a plan. One that got rid of these stupid ropes! Bilbo bit down on them in frustration only to feel some of the sinew snap away. Bilbo paused for a moment, before renewing his efforts with full vigor. It was slow going, and his jaw aching after a few hours of it with little progress, but he couldn’t give up. Every time he snapped through another twine, he tested his bonds. Looser, but not quite there yet. In need of a break, he decided to engage with the entity.

“So what is it, exactly?” He croaked, starting to wish he had access to his waterskin. “The ring I mean.”

‘Bofur’ chuckled darkly. “An ancient artifact of great power is all you need to know.”

“And why Bofur? Why did you take my friend?”

“He was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had thought long and hard about the events following the reclamation of Erebor. Even gold tainted with dragon stink shouldn’t have caused the dwarf king to lose his mind. Not that fast at least. And then there was Azog making his march on the mountain along with Thranduil who hadn’t left his woods in nearly a century…I was fairly certain of what the mountain held. Then it was just a matter of getting a hold of someone who could get me inside.”

Bilbo was afraid he was going to be sick again. His ring was what caused Thorin’s rapid descent into gold sickness? No, it couldn’t be true. This thing had to be lying to him…for some reason. ‘Bofur’ gave a cough, and Bilbo was able to focus his blurring vision on the slumped figure in the saddle ahead of him.

“You promised you would let him go.” Bilbo reminded.

“And so I will.” The Spector rasped. “As soon as my retrieving party reaches us, I’ll flee the dwarf’s body for good.”

“You mean as soon as your orcs tear Bofur apart.” Bilbo growled.

“You’re not as stupid as you act, Halfling.”

Bilbo pulled frantically at his bonds again with renewed fervor, only to slump over when the dizziness persisted. It still didn’t make sense. Why have a prisoner at all? That’s when a thought occurred to him.

“You can’t touch it. Can you?”

“I most certainly can. And I’ve heard Aulë’s children possess a certain level of hardiness when it comes to objects of magical origins. But this body is wearing out too quickly, and I don’t trust the orcs with it. So like it or not, I need you to bear the Ring for just a little longer.”

Bilbo’s mind was racing with the information, only having nowhere to put it. Nothing helped! For the first time in his life, he didn’t have an idea. Of course, the mind numbing pain at the back of his skull certainly didn’t help any. Gleaning all that he felt he could from the Spector, Bilbo leaned forward to tear at his ropes some more. He must have fallen asleep, for the next moment he was aware, the sun was just about set, and they had stopped for the night.

He groggily forced himself to sit back up only to feel a knife at his throat.

“Don’t make any sudden moves.” The Spector warned.

He fumbled at the knot holding Bilbo’s hands to the saddle, sneering at the hobbit’s attempts at freedom. He loosened the hold just enough to get around the horn before pulling his bonds tightly around his wrists again. Bilbo hissed as it aggravated his bruised and torn skin. The knife was put away, and Bilbo was bodily dragged out of the saddle, and thrown to the ground. Before he could get his bearings, a new set of rope started to tighten around his ankles. Satisfied that Bilbo wasn’t going anywhere, the Spector started rummaging through their packs. A waterskin was held to his lips, and Bilbo didn’t care how demeaning it was, he drank greedily. Same went for when a bit of cram was held to his mouth, but he couldn’t eat more than a few pieces before his stomach protested again.

The Spector laughed at his misfortune, but left him alone, believing Bilbo to be completely helpless at this point. It certainly wasn’t far from the truth, but he seemed to forget something rather important on Bilbo’s person. And now that Bilbo was in a better position to search for it, he dug deep into his pockets, sighing in relief when his fingers rested on it. He had to resist the urge to slip it on right that second as invisibility certainly wouldn’t help with his bonds. Still, he certainly felt better clutching it in his hand. Evil or not, it wasn’t like the ring had ever harmed Bilbo…in fact, it seemed rather fond of him. His precious would assist him like it always did. And then Bofur would pay…

A steady stream of curses had Bilbo looking up at the dwarf. His eyes couldn’t make out very much in the dark, but a familiar caw had him looking skyward.

“Kuë…” He mumbled in relief.

“Your dwarves aren’t as stupid as I thought.” The Spector growled as the raven gave another caw of reassurance before backtracking north. “We ride again, Halfling.”

Determination set inside Bilbo. Thorin or Nori or Gandalf or all the above were out there right now, riding to save him. The least he could do is buy them some more time. He tensed, waiting for just the right moment. As soon as the Spector was within range, Bilbo kicked out at his knees. The dwarf gave a cry, stumbling, and Bilbo used the momentum to hook behind his ankles to make sure he went down. As soon as he landed, Bilbo rolled over on top of him, his hands surrounding the dwarf’s throat as he squeezed. Bofur struggled beneath him at first before slumping in defeat, a wide grin on his face.

“I suppose doing this for your friend…it was all for nothing then.” Bofur wheezed, alternating between trying to laugh and hacking in protest. “I told you…Halfling…”

Horror swept through his body. What was he doing? He was going to kill Bofur! And all because…he looked at the ring still clutched tightly in his hand. An outline of the band already forming a mark pressed into Bofur’s throat. Sensing his hesitation, the Spector grabbed him by his shirt front, flipping them over. Panic tore through his very being as Bofur landed one punch, making Bilbo see stars. He knew the next one was going to send him back into unconsciousness. Maybe that’s why he did what he did next. After all, it made no logical sense. He could only vaguely recall the Spector’s point about dwarves and the ring after all. He just knew he still really wanted to kill Bofur, and he didn’t want the ring anywhere near him because of it. So as Bofur’s punch came down towards Bilbo, he slipped his little golden band, the very one he clinged to so tightly, onto the dwarf’s other hand.

There was a burst of light, and the Spector started screaming. Bilbo heard, more than saw, the ponies get spooked and bolted. He could find himself to care. He watched the still form of the Spector laid out before him, and slowly began to crawl his way towards him. Each little movement caused a fresh wave of pain to bloom behind his eyelids. However, he was determined. He barely even registered as Bofur seemed to deage before him back to the dwarf he knew and loved. He didn’t even consider the dagger in the dwarf’s belt to free himself. He didn’t stop until he reached his hand, pulling the ring free.

“Mine.” He groaned happily, before collapsing and passing out once more.

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Bilbo. Bilbo, wake up. BILBO!

The hobbit gave a mighty groan before slowly peeling his eyes open. From the fading darkness, he reasoned it was just a few hours before dawn. 

“Bilbo? Are you with me?”

Bilbo gasped sharply as he immediately tried to scoot away from that voice.

“Whoa, whoa! Hey! It’s me. Bilbo, it’s really me this time.”

Bilbo looked up into the dark eyes and easy smile of his friend, but he couldn’t find any hint of deception. It was really and truly Bofur. 

“Thank Mahal.” Bilbo groaned as he lay his head back on the ground. 

“Bilbo…what you did…I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough.” Bofur admitted, his voice wobbling.

Bilbo smiled as he reached out, with his thankful unbound hands now, and gave Bofur’s arm a squeeze. 

“Don’t mention it.” 

Bofur laughed wetly. “No, I will. For every day and beyond. I figure Thorin’s most likely going to have my head for this, but I get to die as me and that’s just…”

Bofur immediately burst into sobs, and Bilbo forced his aching body up so he could pull Bofur into a hug. He knew his friend was upset, but he could only feel relief. Relief in knowing it was finally over.

The sound of pounding feet and what Bilbo immediately recognized as a warg cry had them both stiffening. Bofur got to his feet, pulling Bilbo along with him. Only as soon as he was upright, Bilbo felt like swooning. The ache at the back of his head hadn’t lessened any, and the swelling around his left eye from Bofur’s punch seemed as if it were pulsing.

“Run.” Bilbo ordered the dwarf.

Bofur looked down at him sharply.

“They won’t kill me. The Spector possessing you told me as much. Now, run! Kuë was here. The Erebor army can’t be far behind. Tell them what happened.”

Bofur shook his head. “I’m not leaving you.”

“I can barely stand, and you’re in no position to carry me. There’s no sense in dying for me!”

Bofur gave him a bitter smirk. “No sense, but plenty of honor. You’ve lived with us long enough to know that.”

Another howl was released. This one, much closer. Bofur’s brows knit together before slinging Bilbo’s arm over his shoulder and dragging him bodily towards the tree line. Bilbo tried to protest, especially when sweat began to build on Bofur’s forehead and his panting came sharper, but the stubborn dwarf was determined. As soon as they reached the first tree, Bofur began to boost Bilbo up into it. Bilbo groaned as it took all his energy not to tumble backwards.

“Bofur…I can’t…”

“You can. And you will. Get as high up there as you can, and then use the ring to hide yourself.”

Bilbo gave a jolt, hugging his ring tighter to himself when he heard the dwarf talk about it, which in turn gave him the energy to get settled on the first branch. 

“What about you?” Bilbo asked.

“I’m going to draw them off.”

Before Bilbo could protest, Bofur gave him a wink and a large grin. And somehow it struck something deep inside him. It was such a Bofur-like thing to do. Any trace of doubt that he still clung to was gone, and Bilbo found himself reaching out for his friend. Knowing this could very well be the last time they ever see each other. And then Bofur was running. Bilbo followed the dwarf with his eyes as the sun finally started to stretch its first rays. Then the first warg tore through the treeline after him.

“NO!” Bilbo shouted as he felt a tug on his foot.

He looked down to see a sneering orc face looking back. Bilbo kicked him in the face with his other foot, but that didn’t stop the next orc from taking its place. Adrenaline coursed through Bilbo’s body giving him the strength to climb higher out of the orcs’ reach.

“Come on down, Halfling. We promise we won’t hurt you.” One of them cackled.

“Perhaps we just cut the whole tree down?” The next one teased.

“Our master wants him untouched and unspoiled…for now.”

Their attempts to lasso him out of the tree with rope and chain nearly had him slipping and falling the rest of the way down. His heart was pounding so harshly, and his ring sang to him to use it. Even though there was no reason to. His luck could not last forever though, and his hand became tangled in one of their attempts to get him down. Bilbo cried out as he was pulled from the tree, only to land in the arms of the orcs below. 

Bilbo struggled with all his might as his arms were crushed against his chest, the remainder of the rope used to bind his other wrist. 

“What if I just take a finger? Surely he won’t be missing that…”

“Or one of his pointed ears. What if he’s mostly intact?”

Bilbo could feel the hot, putrid breath of his captors against his cheek and neck and he just knew at any moment, this would be it. He would be mutilated beyond recognition and then dragged bodily before the Spector. In the end, that possessing entity would win. There was a ‘twarp’ before silence reigned around them. One of the orcs fell over dead. An Elvish arrow sticking out of its head. There was a series of confused orc noises before one of them slung Bilbo over its shoulder, prepared to make a run for it. A dwarven handaxe cut straight through the air and into its back. Bilbo went rolling away as the orc collapsed. He turned his head just in time to see his family joining the fray. Kili and Tauriel dancing around each other with their short swords, Dwalin slicing through any orc neck he could find with his axe, and then…there was Thorin. Tears slid down his face as he slumped in relief.

The moment their eyes met, Thorin hacked through the remaining orc in his way before leaving the fight to the remainder of their rescue party, which of course didn’t last long. Sliding on his knees, he pulled Bilbo into his arms kissing his face all over. Although, he left the swollen side of his face alone after Bilbo hissed in pain.

“I’m so beyond angry at you right now.” Thorin confessed, his blue eyes like blocks of frozen ice. “You don’t ever make decisions like that without me again. We are One now, Azyungel (Love of all loves).”

Bilbo leaned his head against Thorin’s chest, taking comfort from his husband where he could get it.

“Please…tell me it worked at least.”

Thorin gave Bilbo a nice, long lingering kiss as he sliced through the rope holding Bilbo’s hand with his knife. It was almost too much compared to how he had been treated for the last twenty-four hours.

“Yes. As soon as you both left, it was like a veil was lifted. But ghivashel (treasure of all treasures)...”

“Bofur!” Bilbo suddenly cried out. “Thorin, he tried to protect me! Please tell me that he didn’t…”

“Nah, I’m still here, you stubborn hobbit.”

Bilbo looked over to see Bofur limping his way, leaning all his weight on Nori. Other than a bleeding bandage around his leg, Bofur seemed fine. Bofur nodded at Bilbo’s assessment.

“Aye, bugger caught me in its teeth. Probably would have had my leg torn clean off if it wasn’t for…”

Nori tightened his hold around Bofur looking uncharacteristically vulnerable as he buried his head in Bofur’s neck, kissing on his collarbone. Bofur pulled Nori into him tightly, closing his eyes, as he buried his nose in the other dwarf’s locks. Something about the rare display of affection between the duo had Bilbo’s heart swelling. 

“Bofur.” Thorin “I owe you an apology.”

“No.” Bofur immediately denied, his mouth pulled into a straight line. “My King, I…that thing meant to harm Bilbo. I would have done the same…if it meant keeping the ones I loved safe.”

Thorin nodded, but Bilbo could see the relief bleeding through him, especially when his hold on Bilbo lessened just slightly.

“All these orcs have the same symbol. A white hand on their breastplates.” Dwalin assessed kicking at an orc carcass. “Does that mean anything to you, Wizard?”

“It means we have a new enemy I did not foresee.” 

Bilbo gasped as Gandalf came into view, only to cry out in happiness as Kuë swept down to land on Thorin’s shoulder. She nipped lightly at Bilbo’s curls.

“I was able to find the Grey Pilgrim, my Consort. And it seems just in time.”

“You did well, Kuë.” He beamed. “But how did you find us so quickly. My note…”

“Aye, well we weren’t just going to take the word of some possessing demon now, were we?” Nori interrupted, rolling his eyes. “I thought you had better sense about you.”

Bofur shushed him with a kiss to his cheek.

“We sent a raven to scout ahead.” Thorin took over. “But when it became apparent that there was no sign of anyone passing that direction, we sent scouts out all over. That got us following you south, and it wasn’t until we reached just beyond the borders of Esgaroth that we found Gandalf.”

The wizard’s eyes were twinkling, but his words were solemn. “You never cease to surprise me, my friend. Although I wish this adventure had treated you better.”

“Gandalf.” Bilbo started, finding a knot forming in his throat. “Am I sick?”

Thorin pressed a kiss to Bilbo’s head, but Gandalf just shook his head sadly. 

“No, but I don’t think you should be holding onto such cursed objects anymore, Bilbo Baggins.”

Gandalf produced a seemingly innocent box, holding it out before him. All of a sudden, Bilbo’s entire demeanor changed. He struggled out of Thorin’s grip, clutching the ring tightly in his grip.

“Why should I have to give it up?” He demanded. “I’ve been keeping it safe all this time. Do you think you could do any better, Wizard?”

Gandalf’s brows knit together in disapproval at the same time Thorin watched him with worry in his eyes. Bilbo scowled up at them. He wasn’t about to be coerced into separating himself from his precious. He wouldn’t. He absolutely…suddenly, Bofur was kneeling before him. His eyes, hard but not unsympathetic.

“Bilbo, you gave that thing away once to save my life. You can do it again. Please. Help us, help you. You are far too good and strong to let a little goldsickness beat you.”

Bilbo started shaking. It was goldsickness. He knew that. That’s why he called for Gandalf in the first place. His hand loosened just slightly around the ring as he looked around at the faces of the people who loved him. And he loved them…perhaps even more than a little piece of jewelry. Sapping at the last bit of his strength, he tilted his hand, letting it fall into Gandalf’s little box. Faster than what Bilbo would have thought possible, Gandalf closed and locked the box, hiding it away in a bag under his cloak. There was a sense of clarity Bilbo hadn’t felt in a long time, as he curled back up into Thorin’s arms.

“You are an extraordinary hobbit, Bilbo Baggins. May the reign of King and Consort Under the Mountain continue uninhibited from this point on.”

While kind, Gandalf’s words sounded like wishful thinking to Bilbo. Still he would take them. Seeing as Bilbo and Bofur had injuries that needed tending to, everyone helped to load them up and take them back to Erebor. It was in the saddle, nestled up against Thorin’s chest, that Bilbo drifted into his first peaceful sleep in weeks.

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Insecurities. . .

(Kili x Reader)

(A/N); Hello and welcome, readers!! As always, thank you for stopping by!! I thought it was high time to write a fic for Kili! After all, who can resist that cheeky smile of his?? Do enjoy! ❤

Plot; Comfort drabble

Pairings; Kili x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; fluffity-fluff and some angy-angst

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The evening was cheerful, the Company of Thorin Oakenshield having stopped for the night after a long day's travels. Peaceful ambience of the forest began to increase in the nightfall, the breeze light and cool as it swayed through the rustling trees.

Firelight filled the camp with a warm flickering glow, the smell of woodsmoke and Bombur's cooking potent in the air. Conversation was easy to find and delightful, as always. Bofur, Dwalin, Nori and a few of the others were sat together, conversing in what sounded like their native tongue. The intricacies and mysteries of Khuzdul still left you amazed, despite how it was only merriful banter.

You had stood by Bombur, offering to take Bofur's place tonight as the food-server. Each bowl of soup was steaming hot, your steps having to be quick to avoid burning yourself too badly from the scalding liquid as it dripped from the bowl. Each Dwarf had eagerly taken the food that was offered, exhaustion fueling their hunger. Even Bilbo and Gandalf seemed relieved to finally be eating this evening. The days were long and draining, trudging through the wilderness in the everchanging landscape. You too found relief in finally dropping down beside the youngest of the two Princes once your rounds were finished.

Fili, who usually kept him company of a nighttime, was occupied in the audacious conversations nearby. The booming laughter that rang out almost startled you whilst you settled in alongside Kili, him offering the occasional soft chuckle at the words being thrown between bites of his food.

Darting to you, the Prince's hazel eyes glistened with the embers of the campfire. A soft smile of amusement crossed his face, the action always seeming to offer you comfort. "What are they on about now?", you quirked a brow, his expression becoming contagious.

"By this point in the conversation, I don't think you want to know".

"Enlighten me", you encouraged, laughter slipping from the Princeling's lips. It was hard for Kili to restrain his smile when he finally obliged.

"They're taking bets on whether or not Bofur uses his hat in the bedroom".

"Pigs", you huffed, a moment's silence passing before you added, "He clearly does". The Prince snorted, his soup suddenly travelling through his nostrils. Something akin to a guffaw escaped his lips, whilst he desperately tried to grapple his composure in your now shared laughter.

"Agreed", he managed to wheeze out, wiping at his face and mouth.

In moments like this, you appreciated the bond that had formed between you both. Despite the seriousness of the quest at hand, you always found yourself at ease within Kili's easygoing nature and cheeky humour. He always had a way of soothing your anxieties with his jokes and lighthearted conversations, always looking on the brighter side of things. And although he was oblivious to such things, you'd come to find him to be quite beautiful.

It was hard not to when the light of the fire danced over his features, illuminating the strands of hair that fell effortlessly over his face. You'd come to admire those wavy tresses with their now auburn glow, sitting over his strong and broad shoulders. You wondered how he cared for them, keeping them so clean despite the lack of hygiene this quest entailed.

With his head turned and gaze fixed on the forest ahead, you found that his messed half-up had lost a few strands that dangled, masking the Prince's handsome face from your current view. His metal clasp was now sitting loosely on the back of his head. And although it offered him a fitting style, you wished to fix it for him.

Dinner became suddenly forgotten in your new endeavours when you decided to test the waters with Kili. Reaching for the strand that had fallen loose over his face, your fingertips worked the silken strands behind his ear with a delicate precision. The Prince almost seemed to stiffen at your touch, his breaths halting whilst goosebumps ignited across his skin. His lips had parted, lashes fluttering. No woman had ever touched him like that before. And although there was nothing sensual about your touch, it made every part of him light up like fire, craving more of that soothing gentleness.

Sensing his quiet, you became hesitant to continue. "May I fix your hair for you?". Your question had his hazel orbs clouding in confusion, scanning your face for any sign that you may have been jesting. He nodded shyly, his voice seeming to waver slightly,

"Please". That being all the confirmation you needed, you pulled the large clasp from his hair, the thick layers falling loose. Excitement bubbled in your chest whilst you shuffled closer to the handsome Dwarf.

Steadying his breaths, he resisted the shudder that passed through him when your fingers began working through his hair like a gentle comb. You began to remove the small tangles, relishing in the soft touch of his hair. The moisture in the strands was not greasy or dirty in nature and his waves bounced back, unaffected by your touches. The Prince's eyes had fallen closed, his dinner being long abandoned in his blissful state. The sensation of your nails brushing over his scalp had him drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to fight the pleasurable sighs that dared to leave his throat.

The boisterous conversations that once ensnared his attention had faded from his ears. He was barely able to register your voice when you spoke so gently to him. "Your hair is so beautiful", you marveled, spindling his soft hair between your fingers playfully. "How do you keep it so soft and lovely?". The young Prince felt his throat tightening from shock, pondering what your interest was in his hair. In his opinion, there was nothing special about his tresses.

Kili gathered no attention from women, unlike his fellow kin. His complete lack of facial and body hair meant that to any respectable Dwarf, he was considered ugly or unattractive. At your compliments, it was only normal for him to be in a state of disbelief. You were the first and only woman to take interest.

"It's nothing special", he finally murmured. "I just use a light oil after I wash my hair".

"You need to lend it to me sometime", you insisted with a grin, your eyes seeming to sparkle with mirth. "It works wonders on your hair. It's so beautiful". Kili felt his heartbeat increase, his tone falling quieter amidst his further disbelief.

"Do you think so?". In a sudden surge of confidence, you replied,

"I know so. You have the most gorgeous looking hair out of all the Dwarves in this Company". His eyes had blown wide, his lips parting in surprise. "It looks lovely pinned back", you added, finally binding his hair securely with his clasp. "Or left out". You shrugged. He grew confused when you shuffled in front of him. "But, I think I like your fringe the most. It frames your kind face without hiding it".

You were so close now, your (e/c) eyes trained on the delicate strands that made up his bangs. Your touch was featherlight and uncalloused, your face screwed in concentration. In your current focus, you didn't see the admiration and awe for you that shimmered in his gaze. Never had he gotten attention like this, even from a friend. Friend. He despised that word when his thoughts drifted to you. But, how could you possibly ever find him attractive?? His lack of facial hair and muscle was unmanly, even by human standards.

You were strangely beautiful to Kili. You weren't as tall or lithe as the Elves, nor as creamy-skinned or graceful. You had perfect little imperfections in your skin and freckles. Your hair had character, being curly. And you almost always wore your hair out of your face, the odd stray hair coming to frame it perfectly. And from the moment he sensed his feelings for you some weeks ago, Kili had felt his confidence decrease. He felt as if he had no chance with 12 other eligible Dwarves in the Company that could easily win you over with their toned bodies and lavish, braided hair.

The Princeling wasn't oblivious to how you often spent your time with Ori, looking through his books and learning how to knit the varying patterns he practiced. And despite how Ori was much younger than Kili, he had an attractive amount of body hair. He was nowhere near as confident as the Prince, nor as rehearsed in the prowess of battle. However, it didn't stop the envy that crept its way into his heart and mind. Looks had always mattered to everyone else before, so why would it be any different now?

When your cooler hands brushed over his face whilst you worked, it left burning tingles in his skin. You noted the perfect shaping of his eyebrows, running your thumbs over them to smooth any stray hairs. His features were strong, to be expected of a man in Dwarven culture. You swept loose pieces of his fringe from his cheeks, his stubble seductively rough beneath your skin.

Some part of you preferred Kili without a beard. All the hair that hung from the others was so extravagant, but you liked seeing more of his face. His cheeky smile was your favourite thing to see, even on a bad day. Perhaps a beard would hide that?

Raking his fringe up for slight volume, you found yourself taken by how ethereal he seemed. You questioned yourself on whether or not it was your lack of food and rest from the day, but you couldn't ignore the fondness that crept into your soul at being so close with him. A smile marked your face, setting the last strands of his dark locks aside.

"Beautiful", you'd murmured, a sense of accomplishment filling your heart. The warmth of his skin increased beneath your lingering fingertips, his hazel gaze playing over your softer features. To his greater surprise, there was only genuity in your expression. Not wanting you to retreat from him, Kili placed his heated callouses over your own, fighting the way his eyes slightly glazed over with tears.

"Thank you". He offered you one of those boyish smiles, taking comfort in the suppleness of your skin beneath his own. You caressed the stubble beneath your skin, grazing your thumb over the smoothness of his sharp cheekbone. Kili chuckled in amusement, "I look a bit more dignified now".

"Nonsense. Your hair looked fitting either way", you laughed softly, squeezing the warmer hands that held your own. "It's truly beautiful. Stubble and all". His dark brows had risen, wonder filling his kind gaze. You really didn't mind his lack of body hair??

"I always thought my stubble was– I thought it may have been unsightly", he confessed with the hints of a nervous smile, your brows creasing in light concern. "Beards are of high importance in my culture".

"Not in mine", you shrugged, slowly trailing your thumb over his dimples and slightly chapped lips. "Besides, how else would I be able to see that gorgeous smile?". The shy grin that slowly splayed onto his face at your words was the happiest one you'd ever seen on the Prince. Your words had dissolved any unsurities in his heart. "That's the one", you giggled, Kili trying and failing to restrain his smile.

"I think I like yours better", he murmured, sweeping one of your stray curls from your face. "It's the one I fell for, after all".

The small gap between you both closed, Kili's burning lips meeting yours in a gentle touch. It started off unsure and light, becoming almost fervent when your head tilted and lips parted to allow his tongue to slip past them. Using his hand resting along your jaw, he guided your head closer to his own, relishing in the need to be as close to you as possible. His stubble scratched the skin of your face pleasurably, a soft sigh exhaling through your nose.

The both of you separated, your lips swollen and tingling from the caresses and nibbles of his own. Kili's eyes finally fluttered open after a few moments, skimming your face with a soft tenderness. "Abnâmul", he whispered, running a heated digit over your tingling lips. "You'll have to let me do that more often".

"I'll have to think about it", you mused, squeezing the hand that cradled your face affectionately.

"Hopefully not too hard", Kili sighed in pretend dejection, tracing his thumb along your cheek. "I do really love you".

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual", you chuckled softly, pressing your lips to his with a playfulness. No longer burdened with his insecurities, Kili's laughter chased your own,

"Me too".

The End. . .

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Hey, everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this fic! As always, any and all feedback is welcome!! If you wish to be a part of my taglist, check out my masterlist and let me know what you'd like to be tagged in! ❤❤❤

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Translations;

Abnâmul = "beautiful", (Khuzdul)

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I was gonna send in my ask last night but I was exhausted so I thought I saved the long ass comment but in my sleep deprived haze it didn't save 😭😭😭😭 so I shall give you this snippet of that drabble I'm working on based on the interrogation scene

“Because you aren't gonna touch me.” Bofur responded, readjusting his grip on the armrests and shifting in the seat. Taruiel stood, reaching for the dagger on the table again. Her hand hovered over it before moving to another item that Bofur couldn't quite see. The elven woman began humming softly, body swaying back and forth with the grace of a rippling stream. When she finally turned his heart dropped to his feet and his face went ghostly pale.

~Nebula_Prince666

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Be still my beating heart, MY BOY BOFUR

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hii 💖

hope you had a lovely holiday & that you’re doing alright c: we have a new kitty her name is sweet pea she’s a little darling.

if I may request a human!reader courting an orc, one who’s decent enough that for their little spouse they don’t go after the other races if asked, getting introduced to their spouses friends ( like maybe the hobbit company or the lotr’s company ). I’m curious what you’d come up with an how things go— like orc spouse is trying their hardest to be on their best behavior but is awkward about it since they don’t often hang around the other races.

If that’s to confusing lol can I have you do headcanons or something with an orc trying to court human!reader?

( I’d prefer male or true gender neutral reader pretty please )

Hello, my dear!!! Sweet pea sounds adorable! What breed is she??

I hope you enjoy this little mix of drabble and headcanons, I went with a male reader and a lovely Himbo Orc:

Honestly, your orc husband is just so enthralled with you. 

Can you say obsessed but in a hyper-healthy way, because yes he is? Anything you want, you got. 

Being polite to everyone when you two are out in public? Done. 

Not throwing a punch at a racist elf that had a thing or two to say about you two? He’ll do it, but just for you and not wanting to make you upset. 

He initiated your courting with presenting you with a blade, crafted by his own hand with intricate runes in the handle that expressed his care for your heart.

Then it went sort of spiraling from there. 

You noticed your windows were drafty and made an annoyed comment about it the next morning when he asked how you slept, how each wind gust sent a shudder down your spine. You came home from work to new windows installed and no mess. 

He always wants to take care of you. Hard day at work? No worries darling, he’s cooking dinner and offering to rub your sore muscles after a nice bubble-bath he made for you. 

“Welcome to the party-Oh,” Bilbo reared back, as if physically trying to stop himself from verbalizing his surprise. You had talked about bringing your spouse to this gathering, but he never expected an orc. 

“Welcome, welcome,” Bilbo got over his surprise as your husband introduced himself, smiling politely and moving to the side to allow the two of you entry. 

“Who’s at the door?” Ori called from the kitchen, exiting while holding a slice of bread- eyes wide and curious.

“(Y/n)! Welcome, laddie!” Bofur pushed past Ori, rushing to give you a hug whilst your husband stood awkwardly to the side. 

“Who’s this?” Bofur said, noticing the tall fellow awkwardly admiring Bilbo’s knicknacks. 

“That’s my husband, he doesn’t get out much,” You murmured lowly, trying to convey the silent message to take it easy on him. 

Bofur gave a knowing nod before releasing you from the embrace and moving towards your husband. “Bofur, at your service!” 

Your poor orc husband tried his hardest not to exert any strength as he shook the dwarf’s hand, seemingly holding his breath until Bofur moved on to go find Bombur in the pantry. 

You two caught eyes and he gave a tentative smile, making you melt internally. He was trying so hard to not frighten anyone or worry you. 

A himbo who drinks “I love my husband” juice on the DAILY

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I need someone to take this one on! 👀

“You’re going to fight in that?”

Thank you Sunny for the prompt! ❤️❤️

This idea started out very differently in my head then kind of wrote itself. I hope you like it!

This is for the FotFics March Madness event! Also posted on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/45472360/chapters/114917470

I switched up how I'm putting these on AO3. All my stories that take place on the road to Erebor will be chapters in an episodic style story. These are 1k-3k drabbles that take place on the road to Erebor that all happen in the same universe.

Bagginshield-Rating [T]

Title: Wild Thoughts In The Dead Of Night

The company, and that is to say Thorin, decided to make camp for a few days while they were still in the Weather Hills. The next span of the East Road would provide little shelter until they reached the border of the Trollshaws. Bilbo was grateful for the reprieve. They had been riding for nearly three days straight and by the time they stopped Bilbo almost needed help even getting off his pony. To make matters worse when he did manage to get off of his pony his feet gave out from under him and he landed at Thorin’s feet in an awkward sprawl. He just couldn't seem to stop embarrassing himself in front of him. So he tried his best to make himself useful and keep out of the way. 

After they set up the base necessities of camp Thorin started to assign tasks. He sent Dwalin and Gloin to check the perimeter. Fili, and Kili were sent to hunt. Bifur and Bofur were sent to collect firewood. Nori was sent on recon, Bombur started a cooking fire, and Dori started checking supplies. Even Oin and Ori were given the task of foraging the surrounding area for any herbs or useful plants. Bilbo sat patiently waiting for his task and it never came. Thorin passed right by Bilbo and pulled Balin into hushed conversation on the outskirts of camp. A tinge of annoyance pulled at his temples as he glared at Thorin from across camp. After an hour of building his courage Bilbo decided to go give Thorin a piece of his mind. The worst Thorin could do was send him home. He marched right up to Thorin and before he could say a word Nori burst out of the underbrush. 

“Bandits! They’re stalking the area. Probably waiting until we lie low before jumping the camp.” Nori delivered the report directly to Thorin in one breath. Thorin’s eyes darted out over the small camp, his eyes flickering to Bilbo for just a moment before looking back at Nori. 

“Did they see you?” Thorin asked. Nori shook his head no. “Good. Pull everyone you can find back except Fili and Kili. Tell them to catch the first few things they find and come back.” 

“Do you mean to lure them into camp?” Nori asked.

“Yes. Balin, start instructing people to put their armor on. I know we’ve been traveling in plain clothes but we need to be more cautious. Tonight we'll make it look as if we have gone to sleep and when they come we will ambush them. If they’re smart they’ll wait to attack till the dead of night.”  

“And if they're stupid?” Bilbo couldn't help but ask. 

“Then they’ll find themselves dead even quicker.” Thorin growled. Word spread across the company. They moved all the bedrolls towards the middle of camp and one by one the dwarves returned and pulled on their heavier armor. Leather was replaced by chainmail and some of the dwarves had pieces of plate mail they retrieved from the ponies. 

Bilbo did his best to stay by the fire and out of the way. Fili and Kili had brought back a brace of coneys so he tended to them and tried to fatten up the soup. He was stirring the pot when the ladle was plucked out of his hand. 

“Fili knock it off!” Bilbo said, trying to snatch the ladle back. 

“I can stir the pot for a few moments while you get some armor on,” Fili laughed. Bilbo looked at him, confusion coloring his face.   

“I-I don't have any armor. What I’m wearing and a spare set of pants and shirts is all I brought with me.” Surely he had made it clear enough in his simal that he was not an adventuring type that would have armor just laying about. Fili looked equally confused. 

“You’re going to fight in that? ” He asked, gesturing to all of Bilbo. Bilbo’s eyes went wide and he spluttered 

“Fight! I don't even have a weapon!” Bilbo was beginning to panic and his breathing was fast and shallow. If he had to fight he would surely end up dead! A heavy and none too gentle hand landed on his shoulder knocking him out of his train of thought. 

“You will not be fighting Master Baggins.” Thorin said with contemptuous authority. Bilbo lost his patience all at once. 

“Then what will I be doing! You haven't given me one opportunity to be helpful thus far! I highly doubt the bandits will be as dismissive of me as you have been!” Bilbo met Thorin’s eyes defiantly awaiting a response. Thorin’s face never so much as moved and his eyes never left Bilbo’s. 

“I did not give you a task because you could barely stand from your horse when we made camp. You’re still walking slightly bow legged even now. It would be foolish to put a weapon in your hand when we have not had the time to train you to wield it. Your clumsy technique would only get you or someone else accidentally killed. I will not let you go undefended, and you can help by trusting we know what we’re doing.” Thorin crossed his arms over his chest and glowered down at Bilbo. Bilbo averted his gaze now feeling a little foolish in his assumptions. He refrained from asking any further questions about his role in all of this and went back to attending the stew. Finally dinner was served and Bilbo sat silently eating his food and listening to the chatter and songs. Thorin laid out the plan clearly for the rest of the company speaking only in Kuhzdul then dismissed them. Still there was nothing to be said about what Bilbo would be doing. Or if there was no one had bothered to translate it. When dinner was over the company headed to their bedrolls with various weapons carefully tucked in with them. Bilbo was readying his own bedroll, his stomach twisting into knots of apprehension when he heard Thorin call his name. He looked up and Thorin was waving him over. Bilbo stumbled in the dark of the night until he reached where Thorin stood. Bilbo drew closer and studied what he could see of Thorin’s face for any sign of what was to come next. It was a surprise instead to see Thorin blushing. 

“You’ll be sharing a bedroll with me tonight.” Thorin said matter of factly. Bilbo cocked an eyebrow. 

“Oh will I now, and why is that?” Bilbo challenged. Thorin’s shoulders seemed to deflate lightly at the response. 

“We will need the bandits to be right upon us in order to catch them by surprise. If you sleep in another bedroll then there's a possibility they will single you out for attack and I might not get there in time to save you.” Thorin was staring at a fixed point on the ground and Bilbo couldn't help the flush on his cheeks. He had never seen Thorin this vulnerable before. The hard lines of his face had softened and his eyes looked almost tender. He must have stood their open mouthed for too long because Thorin met his eyes again, his face back in its usual scowl “If the idea is so distasteful to you then you are welcome to choose someone else to bunk with.” Thorin said through gritted teeth. He moved to turn around and Bilbo caught his arm. 

“No! I mean I understand. I was just surprised, I-it’s a sound plan. I’m grateful for the forethought, I just don't wish to be in the way.” Bilbo released Thorin’s arm and held his hands awkwardly in front of him. Thorin’s shoulders seemed to relax as he gestured towards the bed. Bilbo made himself comfortable on Thorin’s furs. He had to admit Thorin had a much better and warmer set up then the measly one he had brought. 

Soon the large dwarf joined him. Bilbo laid there facing opposite of Thorin until his leg grew so sore he had to move. He turned and found himself facing Thorin’s chest. His cheeks burned and he was terrified that Thorin being so close would give away how fast his heart was beating. Thorin might be hard headed, self important, and incredibly stubborn but he was also brave, honorable, and very very attractive. The proximity made Bilbo uncomfortably curious to know just how soft those raven locks were, or what it would feel like to have callused hands on his skin. He gulped and shuddered as he tried to press his willpower to think of anything else. 

“Don't be afraid, Master Hobbit, I will not let any harm come to you.” Thorin rumbled. Bilbo moved his head to meet the deep blue eyes that seemed fixed on him. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” Bilbo said quietly. They sat in silence for over an hour and Bilbo almost found himself drifting off to sleep before a rustling could be heard in the tree’s. He felt Thorin stiffen and he knew he must have an iron grasp on his sword. Bilbo could hear people walking around the camp and involuntarily began to shake. He had a hand clamped over his own mouth as a safeguard against any sound his fear might produce. He was glad he did because it muffled the small squeal of surprise as Thorin’s hand snaked around his waist. He slowly and gently pushed Bilbo against him. Bilbo was so caught up in the sudden warmth of Thorin’s body that he didn't realize how close one of the bandits was to him. A moment later he heard Thorin shout 

“baruk khazâd! khazâd ai-mênu!” The same shout went up from all the surrounding dwarves. Bilbo looked up just in time to see a sword swinging towards him. Thorin saw it first. He rolled over onto Bilbo and raised his shield to meet the blow. Bilbo raised his arms over his head on instinct and buried his hands in the front of Thorin’s tunic. He felt Thorin move under him and heard the sound of the bandit dispatched. When he opened his eyes Thorin was still hovering over him, a concerned look on his face. 

“Are you hurt?” Thorin asked. Bilbo could only shake his head no. Thorin gently pulled Bilbo's hands from his tunic and stood up before offering a hand to Bilbo. Bilbo took it and let himself be pulled to his feet. All the bandits had been dispatched and the company was already in the process of clearing the camp. Aside from Ori who had a small nick on his cheek no one had been hurt.       

Bilbo watched a little dizzily as Thorin’s demeanor returned to its more regal state. He was once again giving instruction to the dwarves and Bilbo couldn't help but stand there awkwardly. In an attempt to do something useful Bilbo started tending the fire. At least when most of them returned to sleep they could do so comfortably. Bilbo lost himself to his thoughts until he was roused from them by Thorin’s voice. 

“Do you always shiver so much at night?” Thorin asked gracelessly.

“I’m not used to this cold, and I’ll admit I didn't come as prepared as I should have. Thorin looked towards the bedroll Bilbo had halfheartedly laid out. 

“Dwarves are well known for our resistance to the cold. I’ve been told before that we give off a lot of heat.” Bilbo stared at Thorin unsure what to do with the information given to him and Thorin seemed to be staring anywhere but at him. 

“I’m sure I’ll manage.” Bilbo said, returning his gaze to the fire. 

“This journey will only grow colder. It would be a waste for you to die after all the effort we’ve put into keeping you alive.” Thorin said stiffly. He marched back over to his own bedroll and laid down.    

Perhaps it was wishful thinking on Bilbo’s part but Thorin did not sprawl out onto the furs as he normally would but instead kept to one side leaving just enough room for a small person to join him. 

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Bagginshield Drabbles and Collections

FOLLOWER EVENTS

Bagginshield Trope Bingo

Blacksmith Thorin- Thorin is happy to finally return to the Shire, but finds that tragedy struck his favorite hobbit in his absence.

Reshirement- Bilbo gets increasingly irritated with his relatives as he prepares for his 111th birthday, and Thorin is convinced they are ready for one more adventure.

Second Chances- Thorin awakens in Afghanistan suddenly remembering his past life and how much Bilbo meant to him only to learn Bilbo is a prisoner of war.

30+3

Paranoid, book, uncle- Frodo reads Bilbo's book and becomes paranoid that Uncle Thorin won't return.

Winter, letter, revealing- Worried about the fact that Bilbo still hasn't awoke after the battle, Thorin writes to Gandalf for answers. (Incomplete)

All About Bilbo from the POV of...

Balin- Bilbo is described by a friend on how he makes an ideal consort for Thorin.

Bofur- Bilbo is described by someone who loves him, but Bilbo is in love with someone else. (Unrequited Boffins)

Thorin- Bilbo is described by his first date as Thorin and Bilbo become frustrated with each other until it finally is released.

99 Problems But Our Love Ain't One

A Family Dinner Gone Awry- Prompt #11: Bilbo and Thorin discover the nature of some of the Company's bets

Do You Play Golf, King of the Goblins?- Prompt #17: The Goblins recognize Bilbo as a Took.

The Promise of After- Prompt #24: Bilbo's cold flares up in Laketown.

Most Valuable Treasure in Erebor- Prompt #25: A king's ransom is used against Thorin...only it's Bilbo who is revealed.

An Ill-Timed Giggle- Prompt #26: Bilbo laughed during sex once and now Thorin is paranoid. (NSFW)

Living the Hobbit Way- Prompt #29: Bilbo and Thorin have a fight over tea, and Prompt #82: Thorin finds some questionable objects in Bag End and needs to ask Bilbo what they are for. (NSFW)

Every Wedding Has a Few Disasters- Prompt #34: Every wedding has something that goes wrong. Bilbo and Thorin's was no exception as one of the grooms goes missing; and Prompt #72: It's been weeks since Bilbo and Thorin have been able to be intimate (NSFW)

A Lesson Carved in Stone- Prompt #44: Fili and Kili have gotten in trouble by finding Mahal's Anvil.

No Small Amount of Courage- Prompt #53: The goldsickness (has believe to have) made an appearance in other dwarves in the mountain.

Nori Needs a Burglar- Prompt #64: Being a sneaky, former burglar, Nori needs Bilbo to pull some spy work for him.

The Love of Mahal's Children- Prompt #73: A previous admirer of Bilbo's returns; and Prompt #66: The mountain is rather big and Bilbo gets lost...a lot.

A Golden Nightmare- Prompt 99: Bofur leaves for a few weeks/months and when they come back they act...possessed.

SOS

Behind the Money- Tea Shop AU; Bilbo is left a surprisingly large tip by his customer crush.

And Watch Them Grow- Post-BOTFA AU; Thorin leaves Bilbo unconscious on the mountain to get help, but doesn't get far before passing out himself.

Dwalin Guards Thorin's Heart- Bodyguard Dwalin; Thorin asks Dwalin to guard Bilbo; he didn't realize how much trouble that was going to be

Learning What It Means to Be You- Bodyswap AU; Bilbo and Thorin have somehow switched bodies, and discover some things about each other in the process

My Love is a Language for You to Interpret- Interpreter AU; Bilbo has been Thorin's interpreter for years and gets jealous when he goes on a "date".

Chasing Dreams- Knights AU; Bilbo, the oldest squire, finally gets picked by Sir Thorin the Oakenshield.

FELLOWSHIP OF THE FICS EVENTS/PROMPTS

Wednesday/Weekend Word Plays

Alphabet Game- Child Bilbo meets child Thorin, Frerin, and Dis as they decide to explore the Shire together.

Inspired By- Fanfic of @lordoftherazzles fic Bookbinder//Songwriter. (NSFW)

Switch It Up- The emotional scene of A Future Bright as Snow changed to an ice skating AU.

Switch POV- Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Guardian of Kings from Thorin's POV.

They were roommates...- Thorin gets jealous of 'friends-with-benefits' Bilbo/Bofur.

What If?- What if Bilbo had been transformed into an old hobbit instead of a baby hobbit in Rivendell?

Sweet & Spicy Bingo

Soulmates- Being born mute, Bilbo has trouble letting his soulmate know that it's his voice he hears.

Toys- Bilbo has a dream where Thorin is taking him down to a dungeon below Erebor to have some fun. (NSFW)

Webcam- Bilbo is in the middle of filming for his cooking show when Thorin surprises him for 'other' activities, neither realizing he's live...(NSFW)

March Madness

Bonding in the Forge- For the prompt "are you aware that it's actually ON FIRE?", Dis takes Bilbo into the forge to teach him to smith per dwarven courting traditions.

A Form of Flattery- For the prompt "I left you alone for two minutes", Fili, Kili, and Bilbo are in charge of hunting for the evening...so they make a rabbit trap.

Modern May Mash-Ups

Road Trip + Professor/Teacher + “Don’t you remember? We used to do that in school all the time.”

Fake Date + Chef + “Are you in trouble?”

Drunk/Night Out + Driving Instructor + "Maybe you need to focus more on your life and less on mine!"

Raising a Child + Pickpocket + “Am I under arrest, or not?”

Band + Carpenter + “Well? What happened? I want all the details!”

Summer Stories

Take Me Out to the Ball Park- Bilbo and Thorin are harassed by a group of trolls at the game, but they get what they deserve.

Fictober

Blood Moon- Bilbo's transformation seems to be effecting him differently during the blood moon (A Mother's Curse ficlet)

Superstitions- Madoc and Durin have made some major superstitious faux pas' in each other's cultures. (Soul Traitor ficlet)

OTHER GAMES/CHALLENGES

All Ships Ship Week

Bruise and Batter My Heart- Domesticity/Whump/"Who did this to you"

Hugs & Kisses

Sickly Cuddles- Thorin hugs Bilbo close while he suffers from a cold.

Sleepy Words- Bilbo wakes Thorin up to an onslaught of sweet words.

Holding Hands at Beorn's- Dwalin gives Thorin the nudge needed to talk to Bilbo and hold his hand.

Worried Kisses- Thorin comes home thinking his hobbit would be angry and instead gets kissed.

Touch Asks

Feeling for Each Other in the Dark- After being trapped in a cave-in, Bilbo learns that Thorin's vision might not be as good as it used to be.

Piggy Back Hugs- Bilbo is having the worst hangover of his life, but that might change when he sees Thorin's text that morning.

Trick or Treat

Sword Fight (Treat)- After Azog and the Carrock, Thorin feels he needs to teach Bilbo to fight.

Cavern Oasis (Treat)- Thorin leads Bilbo down below Erebor where he has a surprise for him.

Thorin's First Flight (Treat)- Inspired by How to Train Your Dragon, Bilbo and Smaug take Thorin for a flight.

Flower Crowns (Treat)- Bilbo decides to go for it and gift Thorin his flower crown.

Picnics and Laughter (Treat)- Bilbo and Thorin enjoy a nice picnic together on the mountainside.

Try It? (Treat)- Bilbo makes some tasty treats with the freshly picked blueberries, but Thorin may be hesitant to try it.

Driving Me Crazy (Treat)- Bilbo gets very turned on by Thorin picking him up. (NSFW)

Hands (Treat)- Bilbo notices the differences between him and the dwarves and how much he likes them.

By the Firelight (Treat)- Bilbo wakes up from the storm and has a conversation with Thorin in Laketown.

His Tail (Treat)- Thorin becomes fascinated with Bilbo's tail.

Bed Play Too Far (Trick)- Bilbo and Thorin are playing bedroom games and Bilbo pushes just a little too far. (NSFW)

It Was Only a Dream (Trick)- Bilbo thinks Thorin is forcing him to leave Erebor, only to wake up and discover the reality is worse.

No Escape from the Dragon (Trick)- Bilbo is running for his life as he is chased by the dragon with the face of a loved one.

Set Off (Trick)- Bilbo starts to have a panic attack and Thorin comes to comfort him.

Starving (Trick)- The dwarves haven't noticed Bilbo has been starving himself on the quest.

Tropetember

I Didn't Know I Loved You- Bilbo and Thorin have secret alter egos- they’re both in love with the wrong identity.

Thoughts of You- Bilbo hits his head and can suddenly hear the thoughts of people around them - but only when those people are thinking about him. That’s unfortunately bad news for Thorin.

Year of Bagginshield

Admist the Snowfall- First Kiss/Fake Dating

Temporarily in Different Worlds- Long Distance/Mermaid

Acceptance Before Forgiveness- Road Trip/Getting Back Together

Peace Talks- University/Pranks

From the Seed of a Sunflower- Fantasy (Thumbelina AU)/Flower Language

Through the Pouring Rain, I'll Find You- Soulmate/Accidental Confession

Seeing Stars- Enemies to Lovers/Power Swap

A Storm is Coming- Time Travel/Blind Date

RANDOM DRABBLES

The Hobbit from the Mountains- (Part 1) Bilbo distracts Azog from killing Thorin by reminding him that he is the 'one who took away his victory'; (Part 2) Now that the battle is over, Bilbo has a choice to make: return home or stay forever with his dwarves? (Mulan AU)

The Dragon's Dentist- Bilbo walks into his next appointment to find the patient is a 14 foot tall, clinically depressed dragon with a gambling addiction. Only problem is he's a dentist.

One More Escape- Prison AU + Time Loop: Bilbo has been stuck in Mirkwood for a long time, and no matter what he does, he just recycles back before the spiders. He thinks he might just give up, but Thorin isn't going to let him.

The Yellow Socks- aka the day Thorin decided to be super dramatic

Bilbo and Thorin Feel a Kick- Fanfic of @ragsweas fic When the Sun Rises (mpreg)

[beautifultypewriter]

I love your writing!! What does your request inbox look like currently?🥰

Hello! Thank you so much for the message! 💛💛 My request inbox currently looks a mess because I am very disorganized. Here is a breakdown for you though:

Peaky Blinders

1 for Jeremiah Jesus that is like probably over a year old

Game of Thrones

1 for Brienne of Tarth

2 for Podrick Payne

BBC Merlin

2 for Leon

1 for Percival

1 for headcanons with Leon, Gwaine, and Percival

Lord of the Rings

1 for Bofur

1 for Kili

1 for Dwalin

1 for headcanons for Boromir and Haldir

And 1 for my love, Gondor Girl

And I have my Christmas drabbles, my prompt bingo, and my fairytale imagines, and some random stuff in my drafts that are super self indulgent. Thanks for asking! It makes me feel really good that you’re asking about my writing and stuff especially since lately I’ve been feeling like I drifted too far away and now no one cares about this blog. Which only makes me drift further, so it’s a vicious cycle. Anyway… thank you!

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The Hobbit Drabbles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wstu0nk

by Sweetlittlepeapod

A collection of 100 word drabbles for characters from The Hobbit, all from my recent 1k celebration event on tumblr.

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Sweetpeapod's 100 Word Event

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien)

Relationships: Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Bofur (Tolkien)/Reader

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Drabble Collection, Wordcount: 100, Angst, Unrequited Love, Goodbyes, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Fluff, Romantic Fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/wstu0nk

[bitkahuna]

Ayo its ya boi Nebula, here to drop a small snippet of the spin off drabble I'm working on based on the latest {and my favorite} chapter of Yavanna Guide Me :3

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The usually jovial dwarf closed his eyes, heart sinking as they retreated, steps echoing across the cold stone floor. He didn't want to be near any of the elves, but now that the two guards were gone and he was alone with her, it suddenly felt as if his chances of leaving the room alive were severely cut. ‘I hope Bilbo's figured out how he's getting us out of this.’

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Pressing back into the chair as much as he could, a small involuntary noise left him as the dagger poked through his shirt

Bofur chuckled nervously. “Sooo… is that a dagger in your hand lass or are you excited to see me?” he struggled in his restraints, letting out a low curse when he realized he really wasn't going anywhere.

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couple of little glimpses bc i haven't felt this motivated to write in a long ass time

~NebulaPrince666

AHHHHHH I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!

It’s so good so far! I cannot believe something I wrote inspired something as AWESOME AS THIS!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!

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The Hobbit Drabbles

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G7ls95O

by Sweetlittlepeapod

A collection of 100 word drabbles for characters from The Hobbit, all from my recent 1k celebration event on tumblr.

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Sweetpeapod's 100 Word Event

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Kíli (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien)

Relationships: Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Bofur (Tolkien)/Reader

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Drabble Collection, Wordcount: 100, Angst, Unrequited Love, Goodbyes, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Fluff, Romantic Fluff

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G7ls95O

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A Fine Gesture

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When you stole away from everything you knew in the Shire to follow a band of dwarves to goodness knows where, you’d been imagining the far off lands that you would be visiting. Mountains tall as the sky, still lakes wide enough to encompass all of the valley, forests so tall and so thick that the sun never reach the ground. What you hadn’t imagined visiting was a goblin pen, miles underground, filled with grumpy, smelly dwarves. 

“Keep still Ori,” you intoned. The cage was in almost complete darkness, but there was a little bit of light from a nearby torch by which you were patching up a huge gash that had been opened on the youngest dwarf’s head. The poor lad was staring ahead, trembling as you did your best to minimize the damage. You had barely finished dressing the wound, when suddenly you thought you heard your name being spoken amid the buzz of dwarvish grumbling. Despite yourself, and your intentions of discretion, you pricked up your hobbit ears. 

Thorin, Balin, and Bofur were speaking in low voices. You could not make out the expressions of their faces. Patting Ori gently on the shoulder, you crept closer to the trio of whisperers. The pen was so steeped in shadow, that you were able to stay out of sight with ease. 

“This was all a grave mistake,” Balin was saying. “We should never have left Rivendell without Gandalf." 

"You think he would have fought off those trap doors?” Thorin growled. 

“He probably would have led us past the trap doors altogether." 

Thorin likely had a retort for that, but Balin wouldn’t let him say it. 

"Anyhow, enough of what might have been. We must look to what will be." 

"We must escape this place!” Bofur’s voice cut in. 

“Aye, and sooner rather than later.” Balin agreed. 

“For us I do not worry, we are dwarves after all. The goblins will likely put us to work in their black mines and their wicked forges. But for (Y/N), I fear it may be a different story.”

At these words you felt your blood run cold as you recalled that grey goblin who had sniffed at you earlier with such interest. 

“If we don’t act soon, those black savages will…..they’ll…” Bofur’s voice broke, unable to finish. 

“They’ll eat her alive.” Thorin said gravely. 

“We’ve got to do something…..but what?” Bofur sounded so lost.

“If we were to fool the goblins into believing she’s one of us….” Balin said slowly. “At least for a little while, it might buy us enough time to figure a way out of here." 

"How do you suggest we do that?” Thorin broke in. “A blind orc wouldn’t mistake her for a dwarf. She sticks out like a sore thumb. Even more than the burglar. Wherever he may be." 

"It’s not her appearance that’s giving her away.” Balin replied. “It’s her smell.” “Goblins don’t see very well, they rely primarily on their noses. If we covered her scent, made her smell like….well like us…it would probably give her a fighting chance." 

"I’ll do it.” Bofur sounded eager, a little TOO eager. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“You’ll do what?” you stepped into the torchlight. The three dwarves jumped and scowled in surprise. 

“Lass….” Balin began. “How much did you hear?" 

"Enough to know that I apparently have body odor.” You said wryly. Nobody laughed. 

“It’s not that you smell bad…” Bofur said reassuringly. “You smell very nice!” He blushed, realizing what he had just said. 

“Too nice.” Thorin murmured.  "They could smell you before we even reached the cave.“ 

"Mind you, they smelled us first.” Balin added. 

“What must I do?” You were almost afraid to hear the answer. 

“Just….hold still. Don’t move.” Bofur’s voice came close to your ear. Large square hands closed around your shoulders, so large that they covered them completely. Hot breath on your face, something soft tickled your cheek. A pungent, musky scent filled your nose. It was like you were drowning in sweaty fur and tobacco. And then, you felt something warm and soft brush against your face, just below your left eye. Out of instinct, you jerked your head backwards. 

“Bofur? Did you just-MMF!” As if to answer, the moist something fastened itself over your moth. IT was now that you realized what was happening. You could only stand there in a daze as Bofur kissed you. Those soft lips seemed to be everywhere, on your face, your neck, your shoulder. Not an inch of exposed skin was left untouched. Not that you were a immodest lady. Inside, you were on fire. A squall of different emotions raged within  your head. Fear, panic, confusion, and a strange fuzzy tickly feeling that you could not identify. You tried to stay quiet and still, but sometimes little sounds escaped from you. A squeak, a gasp, a fidget. But whenever you squirmed, those big soft arms would be there to pull you back to the rain of nuzzling and kissing. You felt guilty for not obeying Bofur’s words, but you couldn’t help it. The bizarre combination of his soft, moist lips and the scratchy feeling of his whiskers tickling your skin made you warm and tingly all over. His kisses were gentle, mere caresses at first, but little by little they became fiercer and fiercer. After a while you began to worry that he might leave a few marks behind. 

“Steady on there, Bofur.” You heard Balin speak out from the shadows. 

“You’re disguising her scent, not taking her to bed.” You were glad of the darkness, because it hid the fact that you had turned redder in the face than Bombur after one pint too many. 

“Sorry Lass, guess I got carried away.” Bofur’s voice thrummed in your ear, a tad sheepishly. 

“N-no no, it’s f-fine.” You stammered, still a bit flummoxed by the omnipotent awareness of the warm, hairy presence that was still mere inches away, permeating that smell.“ 

"Enough chatter,” Thorin’s voice growled. 

“Mahal knows when those goblins will be back. No time for niceties, just get it over and done with!”

“Right,” Bofur’s hands returned to your shoulders. 

“Right,” You echoes, mentally steeling yourself into a puddle of nerves. This time, Bofur’s thick arms pulled you forward to meet what seemed in the dark to be a wall of pelts. Your face was buried in woolen fabric and fur trim. you felt the cold shock of metal fastenings and bone hooks creating indentations in your cheek. You closed your eyes, enveloped by warmth and the smell of dwarf. Bofur’s arms squeezed you tight, so tight that you barely had room to breathe. His cheek rested on the top of your head, the end of his mustache lightly tapping against your eye lid. You were surprised to experience and unexpected surge of emptiness when at last Bofur released you from his iron embrace. 

“Better make her look the part.” Balin said. 

“If they spot those ears, she’s done for." 

"Aye.” You heard Bofur mutter. Then something soft and heavy was covering your head. The flickering light of the outside torches disappeared behind a fuzzy cowl that fell past your eyes and nose. You reached up, hands searching. Your fingers came into contact with a shape that felt very familiar. Big leather straps, rustic stitches. 

“How’s that?” You could barely hear Bofur’s voice through the layers of wool and leather A hand nudged you into what you could only assume was the light. 

“That’s perfect.” Balin’s voice seemed even further away. 

“Can’t see a thing, problem is, neither can she.” That sounded like Thorin. Abruptly the yawning brim of the hat was pulled back to rest on your forehead. You blinked at the sudden ray of light as it hit you in the face. 

“What about the rest of her? Dwarves don’t wear dresses. Even goblins know that." 

"That’s right. Here lass.” Bofur’s hands took hold of you one more time. 

“How do you feel lass?” Balin asked when the flurry of hasty fumblings had ended. 

“How do I feel? Like a coat rack!” You felt rather weighed down. Bofur’s overcoat hung well past your knees, with your tiny hands utterly lost in the sleeves. The woolen scarf wrapped thrice around your neck, leaving only your eyes peering out between them and the hat. Your remark was met with genuine laughter this time. It seemed that the transformation had concluded, until Thorin’s voice broke through the quiet affirmative din. 

“Wait! What about her feet?” All eyes, including yours moved downwards to your feet, which were peeking out from below the hem of the coat. Your feet were considered tiny and quite dainty according to Hobbit standards, but were still woolly enough to make all but the most in-observant of Goblins suspicious. Bofur had already got down on one knee, tugging at his enormous fur-lined boots. 

“Bofur no!” You grabbed at his arm. You argued with him briefly but a tiny voice cut through, interrupting you both. 

“It’s alright Bofur, she can take mine.” You turned to find Ori standing there, his little boots already tucked under his arm. 

“Ori….” words failed you. He said nothing, but simply fixed you with his dark eyes, pressing the boots into your hands. 

The silence that followed as you clumsily tried them on was unbearable, but it was soon broken by something worse; the sound of footsteps. 

The cage door swung open and you were blinded by the cruel light of goblin torches. Dazed and blinking, you and the company were pulled one by one out of the pen. 

You were forced to run along in clothes that were too big and boots that were a little too small. Bofur’s hat kept slipping over your eyes and you were constantly tripping over the coat. All at once you were suddenly scooped off your feet and found yourself on Bofur’s back. Squeezing your arms around his neck, you whispered in his ear. 

“Thank you Bofur, for everything.”

If he heard you, he didn’t have time to reply. Just when you were starting to get used to the jostling, the company was suddenly halted. Plucking at your fingers, Bofur slipped you off his back and put his arms out behind him in one last ditch effort to hide you from the biggest, and the ugliest Goblin you had ever seen in your brief Hobbit life.