#bottom thorin have all my heart

[zevampirex]

Explicit Bagginshield smuty smut

I have fall hard for @enbyofdionysos fic, because it’s bottom Thorin, as a feral omega, and that’s what I need in my life!! Thank you sooo much to have let me draw them🥹❤️

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[fantasyinallforms]

✨I did some practice writing angry consort Bilbo, and it didn't turn out half bad. Slightly cracked and a tad occ for Thranduil but it felt good enough to share. 1.1k words. ✨ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bilbo lunged at Thranduil. 

"What is this!" He shouted, clutching a wrinkled piece of parchment in his hands. Things had been so calm. Years of quiet interrupted only by minor disagreements that were always resolved peacefully, but what he held in his hand at present was slander. 

Thorin caught him around the waist before he could connect, and Bilbo fought him like a caged cat, tears of frustration and hurt in his eyes. 

"I had your back! I offered you, counsel! I defended you against others who looked to sow discord between our people! Was this what you thought of me the whole time?" Bilbo had never been this angry. Not at Lily Bottoms for stealing his tart recipe, not at the page who ruined an entire nearly finished book with a dropped bottle of ink, not even at Lobelia for stealing his mother's silver spoons. 

He kicked and demanded that Thorin release him, putting weight behind his attempts, but his husband never let go, only tucking his nose into his hair with a whisper of apology. 

"Was it because our friendship started with dishonesty? Something I needlessly apologized for and made right time and time again? LOOK AT ME, DAMNIT!" Bilbo screamed, and finally, the elven king looked at him with a hint of shame in his eyes. 

"I had not thought through my actions or my words," Thranduil replied, unusually cowed by the sight of his rage yet still his eyes were callous. 

"How very evident," Bilbo sneered. "You have always seen conspiracy where none existed. All I did was try to warn you. I tried to counsel you when I knew others wouldn't. You surround yourself with those who revere you and will not hold a mirror to your actions. Anyone who doesn't see you in that light, you outcast." 

"I never asked for your opinions. I simply sought to share the stresses of leading my people without unsolicited advice." Thranduil shot back 

"You never had to ask! Has the definition of friendship strayed in the last 8000 years? I saw your mind swaying dangerously. It was my duty to say something. You are a leader. There is always more than just yourself at stake. If that burden of responsibility has grown too much, then hand the crown to Legolas and be done with it!" 

"You say that there is no conspiracy, yet there you hold the evidence that there are plenty I can not trust." Thranduil spat.

Bilbo balled up the parchment still in his hand and threw it at Thranduil's feet. He was no longer fighting to get his hands on the elf king's person, but Thorin still stood by his side like a ridged statue, his hand on his arm in comfort. He knew Thorin only held him back for his own sake. He wouldn't let him react out of anger, knowing he would regret his action later as much as he might want to let Bilbo blacken an elven eye. 

"I hold this in my hand because I earned the loyalty of the people closest to me. You should have known Bard was honorable, that his conscience would not have let your words go unchallenged. That you would take my kindness and twist it into animosity tells me more than I cared to know. More than that, in the months since I sent you my letter of warning, you acted as though nothing was amiss, sending correspondence and even asking for my opinion as you always have. By spreading these lies, you would seek to shatter the very peace you helped build!" 

"What am I getting out of any of this other than responsibility? I watch from The Greenwood as Dale and Erebor grow in power. None of that prosperity comes my way. You, and those like you seek to take from me all I have built and make me an outcast in lands I have inhabited far longer. I know it in my heart." 

Many times over the years, he worried about Thranduil. Time and stress burdened people in different ways; it mattered not the race they came from. Thorin, Thranduil, and even Lord Elrond had faced hard lives and the same water that softened potatoes hardened eggs. It didn't make the bitter sting of betrayal taste any better. Thranduil should know better, and Bilbo wondered if he was saying that because, to some extent, he always put elves on a pedestal, and to see one act as such was a hard truth that could not be veiled once revealed. Age and intelligence were no measure of wisdom. How do you change someone's mind when they refuse to see past their own version of the truth? 

"You betrayed my trust. You spoke ill of me behind my back and tried to get my friends to think less of me. You would attempt to alienate me from a community that you know sustains me to sate your own vanity. For what? The crime of caring about you, caring about your future! I can tolerate hate and vitriol said to my face, but I can't abide words said behind my back. Trust, once broken, is hard to get back." Bilbo held in the chest-wrenching sobs that lingered underneath his anger. It was a hurt that would sit in his chest for some time after Thranduil returned to his home.

"Then what of this community you claim exists between the elves, men, and dwarves? Even if I made amends, is this to be the end of our friendship?" Thranduil's face was unreadable, and Bilbo wanted to slap him. The bastard couldn't even apologize, not that he had expected one. 

I will not disparage you to others or vilify you further than whatever damage your pettiness has done by itself. I have only ever wanted to build a time of peace where we can trade and practice our crafts. I will not let you steal that vision from me. Dissent would only lead to war, and I have no interest in tearing the lives of my people apart. As far as our friendship, that is to be determined by you and what actions will take from here. Any words you could share beyond that mean little.” 

Everyone in the room seemed to understand that the end of his sentence marked the end of the conversation. Bilbo turned and sank into Thorin's waiting arms, letting his husband do the work of keeping him upright. 

"And Thranduil," Bilbo called, still not looking at him. "Take the soured gift you brought with you. I'm beginning to find your generosity inconsistent." ~~~

(At several points Tumblr auto-correct tried to change Thranduil's name to tranquil and taquito. I find this hilarious)

[fizzyxcustard]

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From the bottom of my heart: thank you!

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[etherealmoonbow]

The Hobbit- The Company x Child Reader - Part 6

Hello everyone! This is chapter 6 of the company x child reader series. I am sorry for making you wait. As always, I included words in khuzdul on the story. If you wish to know the meaning the translation is at the bottom. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I send lots of love to all.💖🥰

Summary: The Company is ready to face the dragon, however Thorin isn’t convinced that the child should participate in the mission to recover the Lonely Mountain.

Here is Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5👈🏻

“Thorin! Thorin! I beg you! Listen to me!” I cried hysterically.

My body trembled with each of my sobs and tears blurred my vision.

“You can’t do this to us! You can’t leave Kili and me here!”

No words slipped through Thorin’s mouth. But the stoic look he was directing at me did nothing to calm me down.

“After all we had gone through! Aren’t you going to let us see the Lonely Mountain!”

I slammed my fists against his metallic armor, desperately trying to make him understand. But still no response came from the dwarf.

Thorin took firm hold of my fists, but I resisted and struggled to get free from his grasp.

I don’t understand it. I can’t stand it.

Thorin forbade Kili and me to follow the company to the Lonely Mountain. All we have been through just to… get separated.

First Mirkwood and its horrible spiders, the barrels, the orcs, stealing the armory, convincing the Master to help the Company…

Haven’t I proved myself worthy of this mission? I can’t help but feel betrayed by Thorin.

“(y/n)!” Thorin finally spoke with a firm voice.

“It’s dangerous for both of you to come, can’t you see I am trying to protect Kili and you.”

“And who will protect you!” I bawled.

Thorin’s firm expression remained. He looked at me, silently, like if some frightening thought crossed his mind.

Before another argument came out of my mouth Thorin pulled me in for a hug.

I could feel the coldness of his armor against my skin and the wetness of my tears soaking his clothes. Thorin was prepared to fight the dragon, but was I prepared to get apart from him?

“I don’t want to lose you Thorin, nor anyone of this Company.” I whimpered hugging Thorin back and burring my face on his neck.

“I’m a dwarven warrior” - I continued - “I’m sure I can protect myself.” I tried to explain myself in between tears.

Although deep in my heart, I could sense, Thorin was also afraid of losing me. Thorin pulled away from me and squeezed my shoulders with both of his hands.

“Yes (y/n), you are a dwarven warrior. But I need you here with Kili, would you keep him safe, for me?” I turned to look back at Kili. Thorin was right, Kili looked sick. But isn’t it unfair for him to stay in Laketown if the wish of seeing the Lonely Mountain is still on his heart? 

I wiped off my tears with the back of my hand and prepared to give my response.

“I will… stay with Kili. I’ll protect him as you asked me.”

Thorin seemed to be less preoccupied with my answer. But I wasn’t done speaking yet.

“But you need to promise I’ll see you again.”

I whimpered as I gazed directly into Thorin’s eyes.

Thorin turned his gaze away from mine. He looked hesitant; he didn’t wished to give me an answer. He never makes promises if he can't keep them. Still, I needed something to reassure me that I wouldn't go through the loss of someone I love, again.

The last time someone left me behind never returned. My father, my mother, my village… The same feeling of fear and helplessness of that terrible day took hold of me again. What if Thorin didn’t returned? What if the mission failed?

“Promise me Thorin!”

I cried, hoping, Thorin could answer me.

Thorin looked down at me, thinking thoughtfully of the words he was about to pronounce. He wiped my tears away with his hands.

“I promise, little dwarven warrior.” He pledged and sweetly kissed my forehead.

Thorin moved away from my side and got inside the barge with the rest of the Company. I watched as they left. A part of me wanted to jump inside the barge and follow my friends despite Thorin’s warning. But I made a promise to Thorin, and I do not intend to break it.

A long-kept breath left my lungs. How long have I been holding it?

I don’t know if to feel comforted or concerned about the situation. I guess the only thing I can do right now is to have faith. The sound of trumpets got me out of my trance. Agh! I grumbled internally. The Master of Lake Town is annoying in every possible manner.

When The Company and me got caught stealing the armory they made a whole drama about the issue. Dragging us in the middle of the night and waking up every resident of the town only because we were surprised stealing. I think it’s an exaggeration.

Even though, I could not complain too much about him, somehow, he helped the Company. But that fat and ugly man only cares about the coins in his pockets. His intentions were clear as day when Thorin mentioned the word “gold”.

As the Master ended his boring farewell speech to the dwarfs I made my way towards Fili, Óin, and Kili.

Among the bustle, I managed to perceive a familiar voice. “Bofur!” I called for him, although the crowd didn’t permit me to see where he was. After pushing many people apart, Bofur was able to reach the edge of the pier. He looked agitated and had dark circles under his eyes.

“Oh (y/n) ¿Did you got up late too?” Bofur asked while he regained his breath. The night before, Bofur had enjoyed pleasantly the finest wine the Master had to offer. Bofur surely had more drinks than he was supposed to.

“No, Thorin asked me to stay with Kili.” I answered with a slight touch of sadness in my voice. Behind me I heard a groan. It was Kili, he looked incredibly pale and couldn’t even stand up in his own. “We need help.” Fili declared. “But who will bring us aid?” - Óin asked – “Something tells me we won´t be welcomed by the people of Laketown anymore.”

“The Master!”- proposed Bofur- “If he is really interested in Thorin`s deal of sharing the gold he will surely help us.” Wasting no time, we made our way swiftly to the Master’s house. We tried to make our way through the crowd of people. I only prayed Kili could resist a little longer.

After running around Laketown the Master’s house appeared before us. It was three times bigger than any building that could be encountered in the city. It was obvious that the Master had appropriated of many other people's goods.

“Please! Wait! We need your help!” Fili shouted just in time before the Master got inside his house. “My brother is sick!” He pleaded.

“Sick? Alfrid! Tell them to leave!” - The master panicked. - “I can’t imagine what diseases this dirty dwarfs bring with them, surely its infectious!” He finished frenetically placing a cloth over his mouth and nose. Óin was right, we are no longer welcomed here.

Óin took a step forward. “Please! We only need some medicine.”

Alfrid's face turned into one of pure evilness. His gaze resembled that of an enraged troll. “Do I look like a healer? The Master is a busy man and we have given you enough of our help.”

“But we had a deal! Your help for the dwarfs’ gold!” I exclaimed angry.

“Well, I don´t see any riches or gold here.” Alfrid spat back.

“But you gave your word!” I argued. If I could, I'd punch Alfrid in the face, but I guess that wouldn't help much.

“We have no time for a spoiled child and a bunch of dwarfs, be gone now!” Laketown’s Soldiers pushed us away from the place at Alfrid`s command.

“Der Mump” I grumbled under my breath. Alfrid was indeed a wicked man. But he will pay for his sins, someday.

“What now?” - Bofur asked – “If the Master didn't help us, I think the people of Laketown won't either.” This situation was truly mortifying, worse than the giant Mirkwood spiders. I turned to look at Kili, he was very weak and I doubt he was even conscious at the time. We urgently needed to find a place for him to rest.

“(y/n), what about the girl you befriended at Bard’s home, do you think she can help us?” Fili questioned as he tried to keep Kili standing up. “Tilda? Maybe she can, but I’m almost sure Bard wouldn’t want to receive us inside his home again.” I explained.

When we were captured stealing Laketown’s armory Bard looked preoccupied and angry, he even spoke against Thorin’s mission of returning to the Lonely Mountain. I am certain he would kick us out of his home if we dare place a foot inside.

“We must try at least; we don’t have the privilege to choose now.” Óin pointed out. He was right, in this desperate situation we must do what we can. We made our way to Bard’s home, people stared at us, some indifferently and others with displeasure. I hope Bard doesn't feel either of those two things when he sees us again.

After some minutes we arrived at his front door. Bofur knocked the entrance in desperation. When it opened an angry bargeman was revealed. “No! I had enough!” Bard hissed when he saw the dwarfs. Bard moved to close the door but Bofur graved its edge not permitting him to do it.

“Please Bard! Kili is sick! I beg you to help us!”- I objected trying to gain the man’s favor. - “I know you have a good heart Bard, we just need a place to stay.” I pleaded to the bargeman trying to reason with him.

Bofur moved apart permitting Bard to see the deplorable condition in which Kili encountered himself. Bard didn’t wanted anymore problems, that’s for sure. But something inside the man couldn’t let him leave us in fate’s hands.

“Come in, before I regret it.” Bard said opening fully the wooden door of his house. The dwarves hurried into Bard's house and laid Kili down on one of the beds. Óin exposed Kili’s injury, almost tearing apart the cloth of his pants.

I gasped at the sight of the wound. I have never seen something like that in my life. Kili's leg looked like a trunk, the whole area had an intense reddish color and, in the center, a large black spot seemed to get bigger continuously.

How Kili could endure so much pain all this time? Dwarves never fail to surprise me, perhaps they are really tougher than they seem.

“(y/n)!” Tilda cheered. I turned my face around to look at the girl who seemed to fly towards my direction. She jumped and hugged me tightly. “I thought, I would never see you again.” Tilda mumbled while she hugged me. “Me too.” - I answered stepping back to look at her. -“But it hasn’t been more than a day.”

Tilda turned to look at Kili who was currently groaning in pain. “I don’t think we have any medicine that would possibly cure that wound, but we’ll do what we can” She pointed out handing me a bowl full of warm water and a wet cloth. “Thank you, Tilda,”. I muttered, giving Kili a concerned look.

Tilda’s words didn't really help me much, they made me start to worry. Kili had saved me once, was there no possibility that I would do it for him?

I walked towards the edge of the bed where Kili was lying down. I wiped the sweat from Kili's forehead with the damp cloth. Tears of pain welled up in Kili's eyes, and I felt one slide down my cheek as well.

Feeling the moisture on his forehead, Kili slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. I doubt he was fully conscious at the time. “Don’t cry (y/n)” Kili murmured. I quickly wiped away the tears that escaped from my eyes. Kili shouldn't see me cry, not now when he's feeling sick. 

“Rasup leshon Kili, I don’t like seeing you in pain”. I replied holding a sob.

Kili moved slowly and took my hand in his with a weak grasp.

“Gronit nai bi leshon (y/n), if a dwarven warrior like you is by my side, we have nothing to fear.”

“Kili, rasup nos men, I will not leave your side until you are recovered.” I whispered squeezing Kili’s hand slightly. He closed back his eyes, drifting into a distant dream.

“Athelas!” Bofur exclaimed suddenly. “We need Athelas to cure Kili’s wound. I’ll go and find it” Bofur claimed and ran out of Bard’s home in less than a second. “I wasn’t expecting that” - Óin snorted – “But I guess its better than doing nothing”.

Athelas. I repeated on my mind. Gandalf had told me once about this plant. He told me that the leaves of the plant were magical and that they could heal any wound, even the ones who didn’t had remedy. All this time I had thought that such plant was just a fairytale that Gandalf had told me for amusement. But it seems that it really exists. If Bofur finds it we could cure Kili.

The hours passed and the skies darkened. I couldn't stop thinking about how Thorin and the rest of the company would be. Bard’s house shacked from time to time. Had the dragon already woken up?

Fili and Òin seemed to be more concerned with Kili's condition than with the tremors. Tilda, Sigrid, and Bain argued with his father about things I didn't understand, and Bofur hadn't returned yet.

I continued to hold Kili's hand in mine and help Òin where I could. But there wasn`t much I could do for my friend. Another earthquake shook the house, this one stronger than the others.

"Dad, will we die here? Will the dragon come for us?" Tilda asked her father scared. I must admit that the idea of a dragon flying over our heads was not very pretty, but we couldn't do anything about it.

"No, he won't… if I kill the dragon first." Bard declared valiantly taking a huge metal arrow that he had kept hanging on his ceiling. The arrow was covered in dust, but it was still useful. Luckily, Òin and Fili were distracted by Kili’s condition. If they realized Bard actually had weapons to give them when they paid him… it would not end well.

Bard left the house together with Bain, I wish they have luck in their mission. Although killing a dragon seems like a risky and unlikely idea to me for a bargeman and his son. Sigrid and Tilda started to pack provisions, in case we needed to leave the house. I hope that doesn't happen though.

It wasn't long after Bard and Bain left when footsteps and knocks were heard outside the house. Had Bard returned yet?

“Bain and father must be back!”- Tilda cheered happily handing her sister a bunch of blankets and food.

"I'll go out and take a look”- Sigrid sighed as she stopped packing supplies in a bag.  - “Although… I don't think our brother and father had returned yet" Sigrid suspected as if reading my mind.

She went outside and started calling for her father. There was no answer. Something was wrong. There was no sign of Bard, nor Bain. Someone was lurking around the house, in the shadows, waiting for us to make a mistake.

Sigrid, concerned, turned to enter the house. That’s when I saw him, an orc, standing behind the girl. Sigrid felt the presence of the horrible being almost immediately. She fleetingly turned to face the despicable creature and let out a piercing scream that shook us all.

The orc pounced on her and Sigrid stepped back, blocking the entrance with the door. Another orc entered the house from the roof and then another through the window. They were like a plague.

Fili began to fight them and Òin threw what he found at their faces, but there were too many orcs for two dwarves to defeat alone. Tilda's screams were deafening, enough to drive the orcs away from her. She hid under the table alongside her sister.

My time as a bystander ended when an orc fixed his attention on Kili and me. "Oh no" I muttered, the orc was too big for me to fight against and Kili was in no condition to hold a dagger.

My first instinct was to throw the bowl of water I was holding at the monster. It did hurt the beast, but not as much as I wanted, on the contrary, it made him even more angry. The orc growled and raised his sword. He looked at me with hate and uttered something in an unknown language. Every word full of poison.

I wanted to scream, stand up, and run away. But I couldn't, fear had taken over me. I was frightened and couldn't even move. The hideous monster rushed furiously in my direction, ready to behead me. I could already visualize my head nailed to a stake. I closed my eyes and held Kili’s hand tighter waiting for my doom to come. “Farewell Kili” I muttered as tears fell down my cheeks.

The footsteps that seemed like thunder suddenly stopped. I didn’t felt any kind of mortal pain. Had I already died? When I opened my eyes, I saw the body of the orc lying on the ground. And a familiar blond elf standing behind him. It was Prince Legolas, he had saved me, me and Kili.

The Prince of Mirkwood eyed me for a moment, taking in my state of shock. Then he looked at Kili with an expression akin to pity which quickly turned to disgust. Still, the blond elf had saved my life, something I never thought would happen. He could make whatever faces he wanted. I can't blame him for being jealous of Kili, in the end he would have to accept that Tauriel's heart does not belong to him.

"T- th- thank you" I stuttered forcing the words out of my mouth. Prince Legolas offered me a smile and nodded. It was the second time that Legolas proves to be more than a spoiled prince. I think I had misjudged him. There is more goodness in him than I ever thought to find.

“Behind you!” I warned with a scream and the prince quickly returned to the fight. But Legolas had not been the only elf who had come to our rescue. An elf with familiar pretty reddish hair was fighting against the horrible orcs. It was Tauriel, who bravely fought against those monstrosities. Oh! if only Kili could open his eyes and see Tauriel. I'm sure he would recover in a heartbeat.

The orcs were soon outmatched by the two elven warriors and fled from Bard’s house. Legolas without thinking twice rushed to chase them. But before Tauriel followed her friend I managed to capture her attention.

"Tauriel! Wait don't go" I yelled. The elleth turned to look at me. Her eyes widened significantly when she saw Kili lying on the bed.

"We need your help Tauriel! Kili is wounded, only you can save him!" I pleaded running towards Tauriel and hugging her.

“(y/n), I need to go…” Tauriel tried to explain herself, but she never took her eyes off Kili. The dwarf cried and tossed around at the intense pain he felt, the poison wouldn’t take long to kill him.

“He is dying Tauriel! Please!” I begged the red haired elleth with anguish on my voice.

“I’m back!” - Bofur exclaimed bursting through the door – “It was hard, but I found it.” He claimed triumphantly raising the athelas into the air.

Tauriel approached Bofur and took the plant from his hand. She looked at Kili who agonized being slowly consumed by the poison.

"Tauriel! Let's go!" a scream was heard from outside. It was Legolas who called for her, to follow him into the battle.

The elleth stood by the door, in silence. It was a hard decision for her. But Tauriel was an elleth who possessed a kind spirit, she had already demonstrated it to me in Mirkwood. Tauriel would only listen to the voice in her heart.

“I’ll help” Tauriel finally answered moving towards Kili and checking his wound. Tauriel’s words made me feel relived, or at least, a little more at ease. Tilda and Sigrid came out from their hiding place. Sigrid quickly closed the doors and windows, however there wasn’t much to be done about the hole on the roof.

“I’ll help” Tilda offered squeezing my hand in reassurance. “Thanks” I muttered back with genuine appreciation.

“Clear the table and place him there” Tauriel instructed to the dwarfs who quickly threw everything that was above the table into the floor. “(y/n), please you and your friend bring towels and a bowl of hot water.” Tauriel continued referring to me and Tilda. We both as well followed rapidly Tauriel’s instruction desiring to help the best that we could.

The dwarfs placed Kili above the table struggling to hold him down. Kili wouldn’t stop moving, the pain inflicted by the wound becoming now unbearable. Tauriel washed the leaves of the athelas on the bowl of water and cleaned her hands. The red haired elleth then placed the plant directly onto Kili’s wound and started to speak in an unknown language.

Kili at first hissed in pain but a few seconds later he calmed down. Tauriel’s words soothing him into a deep sleep. It was magical, and Tauriel seemed to beam a pure luminous energy.

Kili’s wound was soon patched up and he went back to a deep sleep. Tauriel never left his side.

I sat in the kitchen, I was exhausted, and I think the others were too. After a bad day in Laketown everything ended well. “I have heard about the wonders of elven medicine, but I never had the chance to see it by myself. It was a privilege to watch her.” Òin commented sitting beside me. Fili and Bofur following his actions as well.

“We were very lucky, if she hadn't stayed, I think we'd be telling a different story.” Fili remarked. Fili still looked concerned. But it’s not his fault, he was the one who was scared the most with his brother's condition.

“Well, we now can rest. We deserve it after all we went through today.” Bofur sighed.

We stayed there, in a comfortable silence. Happy to be together and fine. Soon I started to feel tired, not being able to keep my eyes open. “Are you tired gasur?” Fili asked seeing how I couldn’t even hold myself straight.

“Yes, I am exhausted” I yawned rubbing my eyes. Fili and the others smiled, finding my situation somewhat funny. “Then go to sleep, we’ll watch over you, don’t worry.” Bofur said patting my back and directing me towards the nearest bed.

I fell asleep immediately, I only heard indistinct voices in the distance and felt someone placing a blanket over me. I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I felt a strong tremor, strong enough to bring down a house.

“Child! (y/n)! Come on! Wake up!” Someone was shacking me in an attempt to get me out of bed. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw Fili. “Is something wrong?” I questioned still feeling drowsy and unable to wake up fully.  

“No, but it will be if we don’t hurry up.” He answered picking me up in his arms and rushing outside the house.

“Why?” I asked hugging his neck.

“The dragon is coming.”

Words in Khuzdul

Der Mump – Evil Troll, Rasup leshon – I’m afraid, Gronit nai bi leshon - Don’t be afraid, Rasup nos men – I’m with you, Gasur – child.

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Round 2, Poll 6

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Ghost of a Chance: (Haunted Wedding AU)

 It was entirely possible Bilbo was in shock. 

“Bilbo, please say something. Are you hurt?”

Bilbo did his best to focus in on those blue eyes. Those familiar, soul-sucking blue eyes. It started to become harder though when his own began to water.

“I want to go home.” He breathed, his chest tightening to a painful degree.

“Okay.” Thorin murmured, still touching, still staring. “Okay, we can get you back to your room.”

Bilbo suddenly surged to his feet, glaring down at the kneeling man. 

“I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK TO MY STUPID FUCKING HAUNTED ROOM! DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR ME?! I WANT TO GO HOME!”

It was like the room had suddenly been sucked free of noise as Bilbo’s ears rang with his declaration. His eyes swept the room, taking notice of all the pitying and worried looks. Some familiar, some strangers. Bilbo buried his face in his hands, trying to disguise the overwhelmed feeling as exasperation. He felt more than saw Thorin stand up and place his hand on the back of Bilbo’s neck. He leaned in close, his breath tickling Bilbo’s ear.

“Do you want to go some place a little more private?”

Bilbo nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak again.

“Can you promise me you’re physically okay?”

Bilbo nodded again. Almost immediately after he did, that hand on his neck moved down to the middle of his back, propelling him forward.

“He’s fine. Just a little shaken up. No need for an ambulance. He just needs some rest.”

Guardian of Kings (sequel): (BAMF Bilbo)

“I assume you have a plan?” Thranduil pestered him for the umteenth time. 

“I’m working on it.” Bilbo grit out.

Thranduil pursed his lips but didn’t utter another word. Bilbo could see he was hurting. His leg injury was no joke, and the orcs weren’t about to take it easy on them. Sometimes speeding up to a jog until Thranduil would fall over. Then they would drag him back to his feet and begin their march again. 

The problem was, they were outnumbered, they had no weapons, and even worse, Bilbo had lost his clever little ring. In fact, he had gone nearly maniac when he realized that fact until an orc bashed him over the head with its fist. There was still an itching under his skin that demanded he go back, but he needed to bide his time. Figure out why exactly the orcs were keeping them alive. All too soon, he was about to find out.

Dol Guldur stood in the distance, a dark looming ruin, promising evil things. However, the orcs stopped a little ways outside the fortress. Where the webs were still thick in the trees. 

“Bring the little one forward!” The orc in the lead ordered.

Bilbo cursed and struggled, Thranduil almost looking worried for him, as he was brought to the front and thrown to the ground.

“Ugzaul!” The orc cried into the woods. “We have brought your Stinging Fly!”

Bilbo felt his blood freeze in his veins. He immediately tried to pull himself to his feet, only for an orc to plant its foot on his back to keep him there.

From the Pieces of Your Shattered Memories: (Amnesia Modern AU)

Could he have possibly chosen a more unattainable guy? He just wished for his poor heart’s sake that Oakenshield would quit putting such faith in him. It was clearly clouding Bilbo’s judgment. 

Bilbo ducked inside thinking not for the first time that Odo really ought to start locking the door as he made his way through the hallway of foreign antiquities to the curator’s office. He paused for just a moment at a new display advertising for Erebor. Bilbo had almost forgotten! The King of Erebor had come to Bree which was the next city over. That must be how Oakenshield got here. If this lead didn’t work out, he could always try Bree next and…wasn’t Bilbo supposed to be done after this? 

He had just gotten his thoughts back in order, leaving the dimly lit room only to almost run head first into his cousin. Bilbo jumped back, clutching his heart as he tried not to scream.

“Odo! For Yavanna’s sake, warn a guy if you will!”

“You are many things, Bilbo Baggins, but sneaky isn’t one of them. What are you doing here?”

Bilbo could only grimace, thinking of Oakenshield's teasing comments earlier about Bilbo’s sneakiness as well. 

“I need a favor.” Bilbo cut to the chase.

“You have some nerve, Cousin! I called you two days ago after having practically broken my ankle, and now you need a favor.”

Bilbo tried his hardest not to roll his eyes even if they did flicker down to the wrapped ankle that Odo seemed to be standing on perfectly fine now.

[lucigoo]

What you find in the moonlight

#270 - Lights and Sirens @flashfictionfridayofficial

Pairing - Bilbo/Thorin

Warnings - n/a

Words - 920

Summary -

Thorin went for a walk, only to be captivted by the Siren song surronding him.

Well, not just any of the siren's songs, the golden haired male had captivated him unexpectedly.

Ao3 link here

Thorin Oakenshield walked along the shoreline, his heavy boots leaving imprints in the wet sand.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing all the thoughts that were swirling in Thorin’s mind.

Or at least it was before another sound was heard over it. A captivating one.

A haunting melody drifted over the water, sweet and seductive to Thorin’s ears.

Thorin paused, his eyes narrowing as he searched for the source of the sound.

Suddenly, his breath caught in his chest.

Flickers of light were sparkling just beyond the surf, flashes of colour dancing across the water’s surface.

He stepped closer, his gaze transfixed to the light show before him.

Through the soft, silvery moonlight, the sea finally showed the figures behind the song.

Plump but graceful forms were sliding through the waves.

The lights were not magic, but the moonlight reflecting off their gleaming tails, casting a glow across the shore.

Thorin felt his eyes widen when he realised he was looking at a pod of sirens.

One siren emerged from the water, her brown scaled tail catching the moon’s light as it scattered beams of colour over the beach.

Her dark eyes gleamed predatory as she swam toward him, her voice carrying a lilting melody meant to ensnare his wandering soul.

“Oh, you're a pretty one. What’s your name, darling?” she purred, her lips curling into a smile as she emerged further out of the water, the water dripping from her silken hair over her exposed breasts. “Come closer. I have been waiting for someone like you.”

Thorin raised an eyebrow at her, his gaze resting on her without the awe she expected to see.

His lips thinned out into a scowl. He crossed his arms at her, unimpressed. “You look like you’ve spent far too much time at the bottom of a well, covered in slime.”

Lobelia’s mouth dropped open, her seductive sway faltering. “Excuse you?”

“I said you’re ugly. Absolutely not my type.” Thorin huffed, waving her away.

He had never been attracted to females in any form. A dripping wet siren trying to be seductive was no different.

He turned away from her dismissively, his attention caught by the very male looking figure perched atop a smooth rock some distance away.

As he stood there, a softer, more captivating song echoed around him.

Thorin’s heart thudded in his chest as he looked at the being, whose golden hair gleamed under the moonlight.

The merman’s tail was swaying idly out of the water. He had propped himself up on the rock he was resting on, one arm dangling into the water, the other tucked beneath him.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched Thorin dismiss Lobelia, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

“Lobelia, dear, I think your efforts are wasted,” the merman’s voice purred out mockingly. “He’s not for you.”

His tail flicked playfully in the water as he spoke, creating a ripple of gold across the surface. “He’s here for me.”

Lobelia shot him a furious glare. “I saw him first!”

The merman waved her off dismissively. “Doesn’t matter, does it? He clearly prefers my company. Go on, back to the others.” His tone left her no room to argue.

Lobelia hissed under her breath, her expression turning into something much less enchanting as she slipped back beneath the waves, muttering to herself about stubborn dwarves and their terrible taste.

Thorin, though still a bit dazed by the enchanting lights, found himself mesmerised by the merman in a way he had never experienced before.

The gentle curve of the merman’s smile, the effortless grace with which he moved, the playful spark in his eyes, it was intoxicating to Thorin.

“You’re much too bold for your own good,” Thorin muttered, taking a step closer, though he couldn’t help but admire the sheer confidence radiating from the being before him. “But I suppose you knew that.”

The merman tilted his head, his smile widening. “What can I say? I know what I like. I’m Bilbo, by the way,” he said, his eyes shining as he flicked his tail again. “And I like you, Mr Dwarf.”

The dwarf felt his face grow warm, but he didn’t falter. “I’m Thorin and you’re a terrible flirt.”

“Oh, I’m only just beginning.” Bilbo’s voice lowered into something more intimate, the playful glint never leaving his gaze. “You should see me when I’m trying.”

Thorin chuckled, shaking his head. “Another time, perhaps.”

“Another time, indeed,” Bilbo agreed.. “The moonlight festival isn’t the place for such things. Too many distractions, too many other eyes,” he said as he shot a glance toward the water where the rest of the sirens continued their playful songs.

Thorin nodded. He understood. This night was filled with enchantment, but not all of it was as harmless as Bilbo’s teasing.

Bilbo leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Meet me when the moon sets. Alone.”

Thorin held Bilbo’s gaze. The pull between them was now undeniable. “I’ll be there.”

Without another word and a final flick of his tail, Bilbo slid back into the water, disappearing beneath the waves

As Thorin watched the lights of the Siren’s festival continue to dance across the water, he was already anticipating the moon set.

They were going to meet, just the two of them, away from the sirens and their games and hungry thoughts.

The night itself held its own magic, but Thorin had found something far more captivating in the air.

Bilbo’s enchanting smile.

[plussizefantasia]

300 Follower Celebration

Welcome all to Fantasia’s Galaxy Quest 300 Follower Celebration

For the next full week 6/1-6/8, I’ll be accepting requests about any of the following:

Saturn: A blurb about any of the pairings I’ve ever written! Just specify which pairing (if it’s from a one-shot let me know which one) and let me know what you want to see!

Jupiter: A snippet into any of the WIPs that I have listed at the bottom of this post.

Venus: Combine any of my prompts with any of the characters I write for from my updated character list! 

Mars: Jukebox blurb, send my any song and any pairing and I’ll write a little blurb.

Pluto: get to know a little more about me (ask me anything and I’ll answer to the best of my abilities. 

Thank you all so much for 300 (give or take) followers! I never thought that people would be interested in my stories so to have a little group of people who do mean the world to me! Because I’m doing the celebration this week I’ll be pausing uploading some of the series work but I will continue with the last part of Bucky x Black! cat reader and the last two parts of the Fluttering Hearts series with Kili!

My Current WIPs

 Lights Out: Tony Stark x daughter! Reader: when y/n gets into a fight it’s up to her dad to discipline her but it's hard when he’s just so damn proud.

Man Glitter: Lumberjack! Steve Rogers x reader: You bring Steve his lunch because he left it at home. When you show up at the mill you're caught off guard by just how sexy your man really is. 

It’s More than Fuel: Thorin Oakenshield x Cook!reader: What’s a girl to do when the food she’s making for her king keeps getting sent back untouched? Confront him of course. 

Baby Ford: Eliot Spencer x Ford!reader: when Nate’s baby sister rolls into town she throws the whole team off their game, and Eliot hates it.

It’s All Fake: Bucky x reader: Movie/date night is usually a good time, but you can’t enjoy it when the spicy scenes are way easy to pick apart, Bucky wants to show you that some of this stuff can be done.

I’ll Cry if I want to: Anthony Bridgerton x reader: a continuation of Don’t Cry Over Spilled Lemonade

Part 6 of Bucky x BlackCat!reader

Parts 4 and 5 of the Fluttering Hearts series: Kili x Reader

[tinytiger]

The Hobbit- A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

The Unexpected Party

Masterlist

In the heart of Middle-earth, (Y/N), daughter of an elven king and a dwarf embarks on a quest to reclaim her heritage. Joining Thorin Oakenshield's company, she finds herself drawn to Kili, a dwarf prince. As they journey towards Erebor, (Y/N) confronts the challenges of her mixed bloodline and discovers the true meaning of family. Amidst laughter and camaraderie, she uncovers secrets buried within the mountain and embraces her role as a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Words- 3594 x

The arrow hit its target.

“Yes!” a h/c hair elf cheered, only she wasn’t an elf she had dwarf blood in her too. Most of her was dwarf, she would live as long as them, and she would be as tall as a normal she-dwarf, but she had elf ears, could speak fluent elvenish and could use elven healing, which she only used on herself and her father.

Sighing, she began to walk back to where she had tied up her pony. She thought back to yesterday when her dream had been turned away from her just because of her protective father.

*Flashback*

As Y/n dusted the wood shavings off of her apron she began humming a song she remembered her mother sung to her back when she was alive. Of course, she remembered her real mother and father, but they never came to get her back. News that the young elf princess had been missing travelled fast across Middle Earth, but no one connected it to Y/n. As she walked out of her room to place the arrow she had just finished making with her stuff outside she heard Bilbo’s raised voice echo through the door that had been painted only a week ago.

“There will be no adventures around here! Thank you and-“

Y/n stuck her head out of the door and her eyes met the dazzling colour that belonged to a wizard she knew quite well. 

“Adventure?” she asked completely stepping out of the door and standing next to her father, her beautiful eyes glinting as she bounced on the balls of her feet. 

“Why, Ms Y/n. Yes I do believe you two would be perfect for the vacancies!” exclaimed Gandalf as he chuckled at the whooping young lady in front of her.

“Yes, I would love to go, when, where, what are we doing? Is there the option I might die? it sounds like I’m in!” Y/n cheered running up to where she hid the bow and sword from Bilbo, who in surprise and shock thought that those two things were in the bottom of his drawers Y/n was never allowed to touch.

“No way on Middle Earth are you going on this adventure!” Bilbo shouted as she jumped over the wall of his front garden. Y/n’s head shot up as looked at him with utter disappointment. 

“But Father I-“

“Don’t you dare ‘but father’ me young lady, we talked about this. I hid that from you for a reason.” Gandalf looked at the two and smiled. 

“I’m sorry Gandalf, but I will not allow you to infect her mind with ideas of this adventure you speak of. Come over for tea, tomorrow. Yes come over tomorrow and don’t talk about adventure with my daughter. Umm, good day!” 

And with that, he closed the door swiftly but not to seem rude, after all, wizards were wizards.

He sighed, Y/n was in the kitchen. Her shoulders slumped.

Bilbo sighed again, he hated arguing with her, and she always won.

“When did you take the swords and bow from my draws?” he asked as he sat at the table drinking his cup of tea.

Y/n chuckled and said with a smile adorning on her face, “ When you came back from Mister Gamgees about 7 years ago. You were a bit on the booze, so I saw the opportunity and dashed into your drawing room. They have been hidden in the bush outside, in a case I bought.”

She had fully turned around her green dress waving around her feet like the sea.

Bilbo laughed and pushed a cup of tea towards her, the two spent the night playing cards until the moon was high in the sky.

*End of Flashback*

Y/n noticed how dark it was and quickly got on her black pony Stumpy and quickly rode home. Bilbo had told her to be back before it got dark for tea. She was doing this to hope that Bilbo would let her go on the adventure of her lifetime.

 When she arrived at the hobbit's house, she quickly tied up Stumpy. She pushed the door open, and a sight met her eyes she would never forget:

Four dwarves were pushing and pulling on a table that wouldn’t go through a door, Bilbo was trying to stop them and as soon as she walked through the door all five heads turned to see her. Y/n chuckled, hung up her cloak, unbuckled the sword hustler from her waists that held only her to daggers and placed her weapons on a chair to her left. She looked back at the dwarves and saw two young ones and two old ones. 

“Ummm. Who is the lass?” one said. He had a shaved head and tattoos all over his muscular arms.

 “This is Y/n, my adopted daughter,” Bilbo said as he wiped the sweat from his eyebrows.

 Suddenly all four dwarves dropped the table and stood in a line to greet her. First, a dwarf who had white hair and his name was Balin, then a blonde dwarf with a beard who was called Fili, then came the one who asked you who she was, and his name was Dwalin, then finally a very handsome dwarf kissed her hand and winked at her. 

He had brown curly hair which fell down to his shoulder and brown eyes that sparkled, he unlike his brother Fili, had only some small stubble. His name was Kili. Blushing, she went to help Bilbo get the table of his foot. 

“Why, on middle earth are there four dwarves here? She hissed to Bilbo. He quite loudly whispered back to her glaring at them. 

“No clue.” Y/n quickly went to her room and pulled her hair over her ears.

 Dwarves and Elves never had a good relationship, and she had the idea they knew a lot more about her than she would like.

When she left her room, she was met by a lot more dwarves than there were originally. Then Y/n stopped as she saw Gandalf talking to a dwarf with a grey beard and holding a tray. 

She stomped over and asked, “Gandalf who are these…. dwarves.”

 Trying not to sound too rude she didn’t want to call them a name she would regret.

 “My dear Y/n these are the dwarves of Erebor, we have Dwalin, Balin, Kili, Fili, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. We are one short though.” Gandalf said pointing at each dwarf at the sound names then sighing. 

“He went to see our kin, in the iron hills. He will be here soon.” Dwalin said leaning against the doorway. 

Y/n walked over to the table and sat down between Kili and Bofur. Then Fili walked onto the table passing everyone a beer and stopping at her. She raised an eyebrow and took the mug out of his hands.

 She slushed the beer around in its mug. Y/n had had this beer before, and she liked it. Looking up she saw every dwarf looking at her with now wet beards as they had all downed their beers.

 “Come, lass,” Bofur said slapping her on the back. Then Y/n spotted Bilbo looking at her shaking his head at her. She smirked at him shrugging her shoulders she knocked her head back as she downed the beer. 

Not spilling a drop. 

When she placed the mug back down, she looked around at the dwarves, mouths open, very wide. Bilbo huffed and threw his arms in the air. Then she felt an arm go around her shoulders, she looked up to meet chocolate brown eyes. She felt her face warm up, then she moved backwards.

 Only to fall into Bofur, who moved backwards, making Y/n fall off the table and bagging her head. A burst of laughter erupted from the room. Then Kili wrapped his arms under Y/n and pulled her up to sit next to him.

 “So, lass, what’s a young girl like you doing slushing down beer like a dwarven maiden,” Balin said. Y/n felt her heart drop. 

“I’m part dwarf and-,” Y/n said staring at her mug. 

“An elf?” Balin said as she tucked her hair behind her ears. Y/n looked up and the dwarfs were all smiling. 

 “Lass, don’t worry your head, we know what you are!” Dwalin said smacking her in the back. 

“You do!” She expressed.

 To her left Kili put his arm around her and smiled. 

“Of course, many dwarves have fallen for elves before!” Kili winked at the group as Y/n’s face grew hot. She stood up and went to find Bilbo. He was not enjoying the company as much as she was. He was whisper-shouting at Gandalf.

 “And I don’t even want to mention what they have done in the toilet.” Y/n giggled as she walked up to Bilbo and said, “I think they are lovely, and maybe they could tell me a bit about my mother.” 

Then Ori came over to them and asked. 

“I am sorry to interrupt but where shall I put my plate?” Y/n opened her mouth to speak but then Fili said.

 ”Here Ori give it here.” Then he threw it over his head towards Kili who caught it and then threw it back into the kitchen.

 “Hey, I need my head,” Y/n said as the second plate narrowly missed her if she hadn’t ducked. Then Biblo ran back into the kitchen where the table had been placed Y/n heard Kili sing:

Blunt the knives, bend the forks

Y/n looked up at him and smiled then Fili sang.

Smash the bottles and burn the corks!

Chip the glasses and crack the plates.

The rest of the dwarves joined in 

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

Laughing Y/n joined in ducking at the odd plate or so. Then Kili jumped next to her and started to spin her around. Her h/c hair followed behind her. 

Cut the cloth, tread on the fat.

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat.

Pour the milk on the pantry floor.

Splash the wine on every door!

Dump the crocks in a boiling bowls.

Pound them up with a thumping pole

When you're finished if they are whole

Send them down the hall to roll.

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

After what felt like hours of dancing and ducking, Y/n finally stopped next to Kili, who had a little pipe in his hand. All the dwarves were laughing, and Y/n was chuckling earning a look from Bilbo.

Then a loud harsh knock Bilbo rushed to get it and Y/n followed after Gandalf said hoarsely 

“He is here”.

 In front of Y/n and Bilbo was a handsome dwarf who had deep blue eyes, Y/n had recognised him and by the looks of it, so did he.

Then he walked in through the door and mumbled something about getting lost twice, but Y/n didn’t hear. 

She was too busy trying to remember where she had seen him before when something Gandalf had said brought her out of her trance.

 “This is Bilbo and Y/n is the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.” Y/n looked up and gasped.

 She remembered something, her mother. 

On her birthday, her best friend Dis visited she showed the two a picture of her sons and brother, Thorin was the brother. Then Thorin looked at Biblo, not noticing the girl standing to his left. He did not look impressed,

“What is your weapon of choice axe or sword?” Y/n mentally face palmed herself when she heard the words coming out of Bilbo’s mouth. 

“I am quite skilled at conkers if you must not, but I see no reason on how that is at all relevant.” Sighing Thorin looked at Gandalf and said, “Are we making any more stops, I said to find the 14th and 15th members of the company. I only see one.” 

Y/n stepped out of the dark corner she slunked herself into.

“Good to see you to Thorin.” Thorin then spun around to see a spitting image of his sister’s best friend standing in front of him. 

“There Thorin is our 15th member,” Gandalf said pointing to Gwen. She smirked but then it dropped when Fili opened his mouth and spoke. 

“But Gandalf she is a girl, I bet she can’t even defend herself.” With a flash, Y/n pulled a dagger out of her pocket and threw it at Fili, narrowly missing his face but cutting off some of his beard and ramming into the wall behind him.  Bilbo gasped and the rest of the company chuckled. 

“You’re Namath’s daughter aren’t you,” Thorin said as he walked over to the kitchen table, nodding his head to his kin. 

“Yes, I am,” Y/n said following him and making him a plate of food.

 Thorin chuckled as he sat down. Then the rest of the company joined him. Y/n stood at the corner of the table until Kili beckoned her over. Y/n walked over and squatted beside him.

 “How do you know my uncle?” He said looking down at her, his eyes counting each freckle on her nose. 

“He knew my mother,” Y/n said standing up again after her thighs started to hurt her. She began to walk away but then Kili grabbed her hand and pulled her to sit next to him and Fili. Then Y/n lent towards Fili and said, 

“Sorry about earlier, I just hate it when people say stuff like that.” Fili chuckled and said back

 “It's fine, you can defend yourself.”

Y/n wanted to talk to Thorin about her mother, but more important things stood in the way. Gandalf was telling us about some map when she noticed him pull out a key from his sleeve. Thorin looked at it as if it were a puppy that just spoke. 

“If there’s a key, there must be a door,” Fili said. Y/n smiled at the thought she would be helping the company get back to their home and her mother’s old home. 

Then the dwarves started to shout about something when Thorin stood and shouted 

“Ath gjorv!” Y/n understood what he had said. As a young child, her mother had taught her Dwarvish, and she still spoke it but only she wanted to swear. All the dwarves fell silent, and then Thorin said. 

”The dragon, Smaug hasn’t been seen for 60 years. So, we still cannot just go barging in.” They all looked down and Ori said, 

“We will never get our home back.” 

 Y/n felt Kili move forward, and his knee moved towards hers. 

“But you don’t remember we have Gandalf on the team, I bet he has killed thousands of Dragons in his time.” He said smiling at every dwarf.

 Y/n looked up and saw Gandalf go pink with embarrassment, and instantly Y/n could tell that he had killed 0 dragons in his time. Then all the dwarves started to cheer again and even Y/n joined in this time, she would help get these dwarfs their home back, even if Bilbo said she couldn’t.

 “You will need a burglar then.” Y/n looked up to see Bilbo had walked behind Thorin. 

“And an expert one too.” Y/n laughed, Bilbo was walking straight into this one.

 “And are you?” Oin asked leaning forward. 

“Am I what?” Bilbo asked scratching his head.  

“He says he is an expert!” All the dwarves cheer again but Bilbo cuts them off by shouting 

“I am not a burglar! Neither is Y/n... I think.” 

Kili and Fili start to chuckle. 

“Well, there were a few times when I was out of arrows, and I used to get some from Mr. Jones. But then again I was 50.” Y/n said earning a glare from Bilbo. 

“I am afraid I agree with Mr Baggins, he is no Burglar, but the lass has shown great skill in defending herself, maybe she would like to come?” Balin said looking at Bilbo and then y/n who nodded her head as Balin passed her a contract.

 But before she could get it out of the old man’s hands Bilbo snatched it away from her. Y/n got up and walked over to him as he read. 

“Incineration!” Bilbo said after struggling to say the word for some time. 

“Oh yeah, Smaug would melt the flesh right off your bones,” Bofur said leaning around the doorway. Then Y/n grabbed the contract and lifted it higher so Bilbo couldn’t reach it. As she read through the pages, her heart lifted with every sentence, this looked like fun and she would get a 15th share. Then she said earning looks from the company, 

“Many ways to die, sounds like my kind of adventure.” Then she turned around and saw Bilbo lying on the floor. She sighed; he had fainted.

“Thanks for that Bofur.”  y/n heard Gandalf say as he moved forward and helped Y/n carrying Bilbo into a chair. 

After Bilbo had been placed in the chair, Y/n went to get a quill to sign the contract. She smiled looking down at the long curvy signature. She was going on an adventure, to claim back her mother's homeland. Then she remembered she had wanted to ask Thorin about her mother, so she found him talking to Balin. She handed over the contract and looked at Thorin. 

“So, I was wondering if you could tell me anything about my mother?” she asked after Balin walked away. Thorin smiled at her. 

“Sure, thing lass, well where do I begin? She looked exactly like you to start with, and…. She was a really good friend of mine, She and Dis were best friends so, she also was an exceptionally good fighter.” He said trying to remember what her mother was like. 

“But she went for a long expedition to visit her uncle in the iron hills, when Orcs had attacked her, she had put up a good fight, but one Orc came behind her, and she fainted. But when she opened her eyes, she was in a bed with your father looking at her. Dis visited her twice, one time when she was pregnant with you and then when you were born, she gave you a bow, which I saw on the chair by the door.”

 Y/n laughed. Her mother was exactly how she wanted to know her. But what she didn’t know was how she died.

 “Do…. Do you know how she died?” she asked. Thorin’s eyes fell, staring at the ground. Thorin did know how the young woman’s mother died but he didn’t want to tell afraid that she would go after the one responsible for her mother’s death.

 “No, Y/n I do not know. I am deeply sorry.” Thorin said pulling Y/n into a warm hug.

After the little pep talk with Thorin, Y/n found Biblo was awake and talking to Gandalf, but being the sneaky girl, she was she just listened in to their conversation. 

“Gandalf will you make sure me and (y/n)  both come back, I know she wants to go on an adventure it’s probably her mother shining in her as I am told, but… I am not going.” Gandalf sighed and Y/n walked away head hung low.

 As she walked out of the billiard room, she heard Balin say. “I believe we have lost our burglar, but we have 14 which is better.” She smiled at him and went to sit on the stool by the fire. After staring at it for a couple of minutes all the dwarves came in and started to sing.

Far over the misty mountain cold 

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day. 

To seek our pale enchanted gold.

Y/n had loved the singing of the dwarves. It was so peaceful and calm. She also remembered this tale, her mother used to sing it when she was younger, and she would always laugh when she tried to do a very deep voice.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells.

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In place deep, where dark things sleep.

In hallow halls beneath the fells

Bilbo could hear the singing from the billiard room, he was thinking of dragons and fire and gold. Then a fire lit inside him and he wanted to hold a sword instead of a walking stick. Then he shook his head, he was being silly.

For ancient kings and elvish lord

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped a wrought, and light they caught.

To hide in gems on the hilt of sword

On silver necklaces, they strung

The flowering stars on crowns they hung.

The dragon fire in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountain cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere break of day.

To find our long-forgotten gold.

By the end of the song, Y/n and Bilbo were fast asleep. Gandalf pulled on a blanket over Bilbo, while Thorin picked up Y/n bridal style and placed her on the sofa in front of the fire, kicking Bofur off it. Then he leaned over the girl's sleeping body and kissed her forehead. 

[glassgulls]

Red Red Rose

Fandom: The Hobbit

Warning: None

Summary: An evening around the campfire with entertainment to bring home the truth that no matter who or where we are thoughts of home carry us onwards.

Word Count: 1,129

Comments: It's Burns Night so a shameless attempt to quote one if my favourite poems.

Despite the cold darkness creeping around you, your heart was warm and content.

The campfire you sitting by toasted your cold flesh gently while the stew you had finished filled you with sated glee. The company around you seemed in an equally cheerful mood despite the long trek today.

You sat crossed legged in rapt attention as the group of dwarves sat around you singing softly. Despite not understanding the words the melancholic lull of their voices wrapped around you causing you to shiver.

They must be singing of their home, the aching homesickness was something you could understand and relate to. After all, you were also far from home, a freak accident causing you to one moment be in the familiarity of your life in a modern technological world to the alien land of Middle Earth.

Though waking up here you were not going to curse your luck completely. The Shire had been strange but so welcoming you couldn't fault the kindness and generosity of your equally bewildered hosts. And now you had the continued friendship of your friend Bilbo, Gandalf and a new company of dwarves to keep your spirits up and hope alive that you would return home.

Pulling your knees up to your chest you rested your chin on them and smiled wanly as they finished. Giving a soft couple of claps to show your appreciation and enjoyment at their song.

Kili immediately preened at your attention causing Fili to nudge his shoulder to grin at him. Even Thorin looked more peaceful this evening with the accompaniment of song and companions. He sat on a log next to Dwalin watching the firelight flicker.

"That was really wonderful." You say beaming at them.

"Yes," agreed Bilbo, smiling as he blew smoke from his pipe. "A rare treat indeed." The Hobbit finished.

"Who should continue the entertainment next?" Bofur asked, glancing between you and Bilbo. A knot of anxiety sat in your stomach.

"Not me!" You reply quickly raising your hands in defence. "I can't sing to save my life." You laugh nervously.

"You don't have to sing." Kili teased leaning forward smirking.

"Yes, a story?" Fili agreed tugging on one of his moustache braids.

You bit your bottom lip and drew your knees closer to your chest. The warmth of the fire now seems to match the embarrassed heat in your cheeks.

"I'm not much of a storyteller either." You explain slowly. The familiar feeling of dread of being made to perform in front of an audience.

Unconsciously you start to fiddle with the sleeve of your tunic. Eyes flicking up you see the expectant look and kindly smiles aimed at you.

Racking your mind you think of standing up in front of your class and having to read aloud.

"You have such a lovely voice." Your teacher had coaxed, an older woman with warm eyes and knitted cardigans that always looked homemade.

You blink as a long forgotten memory of her class is suddenly in your mind's eye and a fond smile hits you. As Dwalin speaks up to the others to not pressure you, you glance up at them.

"How about a short poem?" You venture and the rest of the company halts their conversation. All eyes swivel back to you and even Gandalf looks up with a raised brow.

"A short poem would very much hit the spot I dare say." The wizard with a warm smile after a heartbeat of stillness.

You nod at him and then wait a moment for the others to settle around you again. The heat in your cheeks reaches your ears and you can't even make eye contact with the group around you.

"Well when I was younger we recited poems to celebrate our national bard's birthday," your voice quavers slightly. "It's been a few years so I apologise if I stumble over his words." you try to preface it in with your insecurities.

"I'm sure it will be wonderful." Bilbo nods encouragingly at you.

"O my Luve is like a red, red rose

Closing your eyes you see your teachers smile again. The scrap of paper in your hands that shook as you trembled in front of your class.

Opening your mouth you can see the words in your mind's eye, muscle memory of reciting it over and over in your childhood bedroom to perfect it.

That’s newly sprung in June;"

"O my Luve is like the melody

You start, the shake in your voice steadying as you take deep breaths.

That’s sweetly played in tune."

"So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

The words burn in your chest as you continue to keep your eyes closed.

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry."

"Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

A sad smile tugs at your lips as your voice rises and falls in a simple melody along with the words. The yearning cry of a poet's words tugging at you even from another world.

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will love thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run."

"And fare thee weel, my only luve!

Opening your eyes you watch the fire light flicker and crackle with your words. The night air drinking your voice as you sing, you're sure completely off key, but not caring in your bubble of bittersweet lost love.

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

Though it were ten thousand mile."

There's a heartbeat of silence and the wave of nervous anxiety hits you in the stomach again. Chewing you lip you open your mouth to apologise for your poor performance but Thorin has already returned from his contemplative reverie and is giving you a rare smile full of warmth and wistfulness that reaches his eyes.

As you let the last words roll off your tongue you let them hang in the air. Finally glancing up you see the others group you on rapt fascination. There's a mixture of sad smiles and far off stares as they seem lost in memories.

He gives a quiet huff of a sigh and nods his head.

"I think I speak for us all that you have done his words proud." Thorin states with nods and quiet hums of acknowledgement from the others. Relieved tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you duck your head down and nod a thanks in return.

Perhaps your home world was not so different after all. Thanks to the words of a poet you don't feel such an alien here after all.

For a moment you don't feel so far from home anymore and you wipe the hot tears burning your eyes.

[scary-grace]

ooh! 1, 4, 7 and 8 for the choose violence asks please! :D

Thank you for the ask! You sent some good ones :)

1) the character everyone gets wrong

Mmm, I'm weighing how much trouble I want to get myself in with this one. I'm going to go ahead and say Thorin, and I'm including myself in the "everyone" statement. He's one of the more complex characters Tolkien created, and I think we all have a tendency to move him to one side of the equation or the other -- either he's totally woobified or he's so much worse than he is in canon. I feel like the real answer as to "what is Thorin? why is Thorin?" is probably that he's selfish in the way we're all selfish, proud in a way that doesn't let him back down even when he knows he's fucked up, brave even when it's the wrong thing to be, so loyal and affectionate that it makes him look stupid. I love him very much, but I beat the shit out of him when I write him, and I think the level of complexity is part of the reason why.

4) what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

It was a certain Silmarillion headcanon that makes me spit nails. I saw the same dumb post three times in a row on my dash and unlucky blogger number three got blocked because of it, even though it wasn't their fault.

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

FINROD. Admittedly I was already a little wary of him because of the Athrabeth (my girl Andreth deserved a debate partner who wasn't so condescending) but the fandom conception of him as a soft uwu bean and perfect angel baby drives me up the wall. He's by far the least objectionable Feanorian and I still want to put him in a jar and shake it really hard.

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

I spent this whole ask-answering period trying to decide whether to go for it and I've decided that I am: The kidnap fam is not a cute little found-family lovefest. It's the tragedy of two children who are survivors of a physical genocide being abducted and promptly culturally genocided by two guilt-ridden mass murderers who were responsible for the genocide that orphaned them. Based on my family history/cultural history I have a huge allergic reaction to stories like that (look up the Catholic Church's unfortunate history of, uh, "rescuing" Jewish children) and while I'm aware this is fandom and not real life and Not That Deep, it still bothers me when I see demonization of the twins' real parents and utter woobification of two ambiguously evil fandom faves. I don't buy for a second that Elrond and Elros were full of warm fuzzies for Maedhros and Maglor, and I often wonder how much influence his experience with the Feanorians had on Elros choosing the fate of Men rather than Elves. I mean, who wouldn't want to get away from that?

(Bracing myself for a wave of unfollowings. It was nice knowing you all, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.)

choose violence fandom asks

[delicatenightfury]

Star of the Mountain: Chapter 17

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

Please comment, reblog, and like!

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Vedis refused to look back at the guard behind her, the one pushing against her shoulder every now and then to continue walking. As if she had reason to resist. They were armed, and while she could probably handle them, she was not about to make the situation worse than it already was. 

She kept her eyes on Oreliell, who was being led ahead of her. She could tell that her sister was worried. Oreliell hid it well, but they were sisters and they could read one another like a book. A blessing and a curse sometimes. 

Mere moments after Bilbo had fallen down into the river to join the rest of the company, Tauriel and a group of guards appeared. They had been detained quickly, chains clasped around their wrists once again. One of the guards left to alert the prince and not long later, an elven horn was sounded.

Now, the two were being led back through the prison and the vast halls toward the throne room. Tauriel had gone to join the pursuit of the dwarves, taking a squad of guards with her - there were reports of orcs in the woods.

“Oreliell, are you all right?” Vedis asked.

She saw Oreliell shrug ever so slightly. 

“I will be.”

The guards nudged them again, moving them closer to the throne room. The halls were quiet now, the music from Mereth Nuin Giliath having died down several hours before Bilbo had arrived. The celebration had gone on long into the night.

Vedis slowed to a stop as they neared the throne, and had to resist pulling her arm away from the guard as he jerked her to a stop.

“{Wait here.}”

Vedis gave a short nod of acknowledgement before turning her head away from him. She heard them move down the steps but stop at the bottom to stand guard. The sisters stood quietly, neither speaking to one another. Vedis was trying to determine where they went from here. She had her suspicions about what was about to happen once King Thranduil arrived and she knew that Oreliell’s mind was too preoccupied to be focused on that.

She did not have to read Oreliell’s mind to know that she was worried. She was swaying ever so slightly and her hand lay at her neck. They had offered to stay behind to distract the elven king, only for the company to encounter guards outside and an orc pack. They did not know what state the dwarves were in. Were they alive, dead, or injured? Had they been captured again, had they gotten away, or were some of them separated? There were too many unanswered questions.

Vedis glanced over her shoulder at the sound of footsteps. Thranduil was approaching, his cloak flowing freely behind him. She was a little off-put by how close he was, but she supposed that was what happened when they had been traveling with dwarves for so long.

Thranduil climbed the stairs, stopping only a few feet away from Vedis. He did not speak. He simply observed the two of them, though his gaze lingered longer on Oreliell. Vedis cast a small glance at her sister. Oreliell didn’t seem to realize that Thranduil was standing with them. Vedis felt her heart ache slightly. She looked back at Thranduil; the elf king looked on silently, seemingly pondering how to begin.

Vedis took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. The movement caught Thranduil’s eye, drawing his gaze to her. Vedis paused for only a moment before offering him her hand. He stared at her before he looked at her hand. His piercing blue eyes darted between her face and her hand twice, eyebrow raising slightly. When he made no movement, she rolled her eyes and extended her hand a little further, wiggling her fingers slightly.

Thranduil seemed to get the message and took hold of her hand. Vedis breathed deeply again and did her best to focus.

“I apologize for the unconventional approach, my lord, but this was the easiest way we may be able to converse.”

Thranduil’s eyes widened. He glanced down at their joined hands for a moment before looking back at her.

“Interesting,” he said. Vedis resisted another eye roll. “Your sister appears to be distracted.”

“Yes.” She would reveal nothing about where Oreliell’s thoughts lay, but she knew Thranduil had his suspicions. “It is the reason I have offered this link of communication.”

He nodded.

“Your company managed to escape my dungeons. How?”

Vedis smirked.

“A halfling.”

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“And how did a halfling manage to get past my guards?”

“I am told that they are quite light on their feet.”

“What was your purpose in staying behind?”

“We had hoped to reason with you.”

“After the dwarves had already escaped?” He huffed a small laugh. “I assume you’ve already heard about the orc attack at the river.”

Vedis nodded.

“I will not lie, I wish one of us had gone with them.”

“I would hardly think you two would separate from one another.”

“You do not know us, my lord. We will do what it takes to protect the company.”

“Evidently not, seeing as you are here and they are running on borrowed time with an orc pack on their tail.”

“As I said, I wish one of us were with them.”

He hummed.

“Earlier, your sister claimed that you joined Thorin Oakenshield of your own free will. Is that true?”

“It is. We met Thorin several years ago and befriended him. We went our separate ways for a time, but reunited on the road. He asked if we would join him, and we agreed.”

“And why is that, I can’t help but wonder.”

Vedis narrowed her eyes slightly.

“It is what any friend would have done,” she replied.

Thranduil looked as if he were about to ask another question when a look passed over his face. It almost looked like concern.

“Are you all right?” he asked. She raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. “You are beginning to pale and your hand is shaking in mine.”

It was then that Vedis realized that she was shaking. She could feel her strength starting to wane and she cursed herself for being careless. She was pushing herself too hard. She subconsciously gripped his hand a little tighter, trying to keep herself upright. Thranduil reached for her with his other hand, apparently noticing her weakening state, and wrapped his arm around her back.

“Do not strain yourself further,” he said aloud.

Oreliell’s head suddenly whipped around, all of a sudden realizing that they were not alone. Her eyes quickly darted between Thranduil and Vedis before they widened in shock.

“Vedis!” she said. She started rushing toward the two of them, but at the sound of her call, the two guards came rushing up the stairs to come between her and their king. “Let go of me! What did you do to her?” Oreliell demanded.

Thranduil straightened himself but kept a firm hold on Vedis.

“I have done nothing to her. She brought this upon herself.” Oreliell’s eyes were filled with fire as she glared at Thranduil. The king ignored her and turned his gaze back to Vedis. “Are you all right?” he asked again.

Vedis took a deep breath before she looked up at him. She could feel her strength draining. She couldn’t continue for much longer, not unless she wanted to lose consciousness. But she pushed forward a little more to give one last message:

“Do you not think that Thorin will fight for what is his, just as you fight for your wife’s memory?”

With that, she severed the mental link between the two of them. Thranduil stared at her. His face gave nothing away, but she could tell in his eyes that he was shocked by her words. 

Suddenly, another guard quickly approached them.

“{My king,}” he said. “{I bring news.}”

“{Speak.}”

“{The dwarves have passed beyond our borders and the orc pack still pursues them. But Tauriel and Prince Legolas have captured one of the orcs. They are on their way now.}”

Thranduil finally looked away from Vedis to look at the guard.

“Have them bring the orc here,” he said. “I will question it myself.” He then looked at the guards that still held Oreliell back. “Take these two to one of the guest rooms, and do not bother separating them. Bring them food so that they can regain some of their strength. I will speak with them later.”

The guards bowed their heads in acknowledgement. One grabbed hold of Oreliell’s arm while the other approached Vedis. Thranduil looked down at her once again before handing her over. The guard was far gentler this time, apparently understanding from Thranduil’s own treatment that she was weak. 

The sisters were led down the stairs and out of the grand hall. In the distance, Vedis could hear the growls of an orc. Vedis was led down the hall first, followed by Oreliell. She heard Oreliell trying to get her attention, but she felt too weak at the moment to try and respond.

They eventually came to a set of large doors. The guard next to Vedis pushed open the door. He led Vedis inside and tried to guide her to a seat. Vedis tugged her arm away, glaring slightly at him before gently waving him away. When he tried again, Oreliell quickly stepped up to them.

“I’ll take it from here,” she said, practically growling at the ellon.

The guard stared at her for a long minute before nodding. The sisters watched as the guards pulled away and stepped out of the room, shutting and locking the door. Oreliell turned her attention to Vedis, her eyes scanning over her.

“Are you all right?” she asked. Vedis nodded. “What were you thinking?”

Vedis simply closed her eyes. 

“I-”

“No. Don’t talk. You’ve used too much energy already.”

Vedis nodded. She knew that Oreliell wasn’t going to be entirely pleased with what she had done, but Vedis would not change what she had done.

A short time later, someone came by with food, which the sisters picked away at. They sat in silence, both trying to figure out what to do next.

Suddenly, the door unlocked. Oreliell stood up as the door cracked open. The sisters could hear a familiar voice dismissing the guards. They exchanged looks with one another before Tauriel stepped into the room. Her back was straight and there was a look of determination in her eyes.

“Your friends are in danger,” she said. “I am leaving to help them. Will you join me?”

Vedis followed after Tauriel, lightly moving over the rocky terrain along the river. Her strength was still coming back to her, but she was more agile now than she had been when they left Mirkwood. Oreliell was close behind her, keeping a close eye on her. No one said anything as they passed a deer carcase. They had tracked the orc pack to the end of the river, which let out into a lake. In the distance was Lake-town.

The trio slowed to a stop, taking in the lake and its floating town. They were not still for long before they each reached for their weapons, Tauriel with her bow and arrow drawn and the sisters with their swords. Standing several yards away was Legolas, bow also drawn.

“{I thought you were an orc,}” Tauriel called to him.

“{If I were an orc, you would be dead.}”

Vedis exchanged glances with her sister before they sheathed their swords. She was grateful that Tauriel had returned their blades to them as they departed from Mirkwood. They would need weapons to fight against the orcs.

“Tauriel, you cannot hunt thirty orcs on your own,” Legolas said.

Oreliell scoffed.

“But I’m not on my own,” Tauriel replied.

“You knew I would come.”

“And I brought backup.”

She motioned to the sisters. Vedis gave the slightest nod before looking back at the lake.

“The king is angry, Tauriel,” Legolas said, coming closer toward them. “For six hundred years, my father has protected you, favored you. You defied his orders; you betrayed his trust.” He glanced at the other elleths standing with them. “{Come back with me. He will forgive you.}”

“{But I will not. If I go back, I will not forgive myself.} The king has never let orc-filth roam our lands. Yet he would let this orc-pack cross our borders and kill our prisoners.”

“It is not our fight.”

“It is your fight,” Oreliell snapped. “It will not end here.”

“With every victory, this evil will grow,” Tauriel continued. “If your father has his way, we will do nothing. We will hide without our walls, live our lives away from the light, and let darkness descend. Are we not part of this world? Tell me, mellon, when did we let evil become stronger than us?”

Legolas stayed quiet. Oreliell turned to Vedis, glancing at the lake.

“What do you see?” she asked.

“They seem to have gotten a ride.” Vedis motioned to the dock up ahead. “The bargeman must have taken them into the town.”

Oreliell turned back to the Mirkwood elves.

“Is there another way into town?”

“There is a singular bridge that leads into town. But it is at least a full day’s journey.”

“When does the next boat arrive?”

“Not for some time.”

“Then we have no choice. Let’s get moving.”

[mithrilhearts]

for the writer ask game - 43, 45, 63, 64 lol

Well hello there!! Am I surprised to see any of these questions? Nahhhh lol anyway, let's go!

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

I'm a little bit of both. Hurt/comfort is so important to me, and I do get a little bit of joy when I put my characters through the wringer, if only because I know there will be a happy ending waiting for them...eventually.

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

BOTH!! Absolutely!

63. Something you hate to see in smut.

This is just me plopping the first things that come to mind - non-realistic lubrication. Like...some of the things I've seen people write in their smut make me go KSJDKJJSDF OUCH???? (or better yet, no lube at all, also ouch). I also really am not a fan of using too many "silly analogies" (especially when they don't make sense: galloping abs, anyone???? - my favorite dramatic smut reading "sandra hill's rough and ready" please youtube it and thank me later.)

64. Something you love to see in smut.

DIALOGUE!!! Fun and sassy dialogue that stick true to the characters, no less! I love when they can be cheesy and spicy together, not break character, and still have a fun time. As a bonus towards my personal taste with Bagginshield: I love seeing Thorin and Bilbo as switches, neither is always in charge, and they respect whoever is leading - but am definitely keen on Top!Bilbo and Bottom!Thorin. There's just something about it that makes me go UNFFFF. I love it when Bilbo gets to take control and Thorin is just...compliant as fuck. Yessssss.

[fantasyinallforms]

It's an end-of-the-year recap!!!! And what a year it has been! Thank you, @fellowshipofthefics, for putting together this wonderful recap list! Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all the people who have supported me on my writing journey this past year. The Bagginshield fandom has been a haven filled with some of the kindest and most talented people I have had the pleasure of getting to know.

I look forward to another year with all of you.

Let's begin!

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What is something new you tried with your writing this year?

This was my first year as a fic writer, so everything was something new! I was really focused on building the "voice" of my writing, and I think I did that.

Did you participate in any fandom events?

Oh yes. I did the Thorin Spring Forge (TSF), Kinktober, and The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration (THAUC). I also did about half a dozen drabble events and fotfics monthly events.

What's been your favorite project to work on?

There were not many, but I think for me my favorite was the TSF event. It was a big chance to produce my first ever long-format fic, and the reception it got was more than I could have imagined. You Should Be Safe With Me now sits as my highest kudo's fic.

What was the hardest project to work on?

Sparks & Gardens, for sure. The story is one I'm in love with, but bringing it to life in a way that does it justice can be a struggle sometimes. A struggle I enjoy, oddly enough.

Did you start any projects?

Too many.

Did you finish any projects?

I did! Happy Accidents is a completed Modern AU trilogy.

How many WIPS do you have now?

Four (two posted to AO3)

Share your favorite scene/line!

In chapter three of You Should Be Safe With Me, Thorin busts into Bard's house because he thinks harm is befalling Bilbo. I love how gentle and soft Thorin is when helping Bilbo in that scene.

Share your favorite story title!

I'm very fond of Not Yours To Touch. It took me forever to name that fic!

What does your writing system look like? (i.e. brainstorming, writing, editing - how do you do it?)

Usually, it starts with a scene I like or a general concept. Then, I daydream about it a little and determine if it's a one-shot idea or a long-format idea. One shot, I start writing and see where the idea takes me. Long format I start jotting down ideas in bullet form until I have a really rough outline. Then, I flesh that out until I have a plot. When I have a series of events in order, I want them to happen with maybe a few vague details I start writing. I pause and reread/ rough edit after every chapter and check that my continuity is still good. When it's all done, I ignore it for a few days and re-read it again, then edit. Then it's off to my lovely beta reader, who edits and tells me if something doesn't make sense. Once I get that stamp of approval, I post.

What's the best atmosphere for you to write?

Left alone and quiet

Any particular snacks or drinks while writing?

I'm a beverage girly. I have water, coffee, and some fruit near me at all times. I don't normally snack and write. Most of the time, if I'm writing, I've forgotten to eat.

Do you form playlists/soundtracks for your stories? Or even just for your "writing time"?

Playlist, not really. As I said above, I prefer absolute silence when I write. I do have Pinterest boards for all my WIP's, however.

What advice would you give to a new writer?

You're going to have to be bad at it before you become good at it. So be bad at it and enjoy the process.

What are some goals you have for 2024?

Finish Sparks and Gardens. Finish reputation be damned, and if I'm really lucky, debut my Biker Gang AU. But really just to have fun.

Last but not least, General stats

Words posted to AO3 this year: 191,187

Fics posted to AO3: 22 (all but one was Bagginshield)

Current active WIP's: 2

I can't wait to see what 2024 brings, and I couldn't have done this without you.

[fizzyxcustard]

Hi!! 

Quickly passing by to say that I understand you and support you. Writing for smaller fandoms can be hard sometimes, I feel this because I'm a small fandoms writer myself. Two of the media I’m feeling most inspired for lately are stuff that don’t technically have fandoms and I have noticed that makes reach harder. My posts don’t usually reach more than 20 notes, I think the most popular fic in my blog ( except for one few stranger things fic, my only work on a big fandom ) must be around 120 notes. 

My personal favorite of all I'm writing is a fic for one of those, a movie that doesn’t even have a “ fandom” in the strict meaning of the term. I abandoned it for like six months due to writer’s block and lack of time for the long writing sessions that specifical fic requires from me, but passion for the story made me return.

When I came back I thought everyone forgot of that fic, but i was wrong because I got a heartwarming message from someone who told me that one is their favorite fic and it touched my emotions so strongly that since then i don’t mind about notes anymore. In numbers, I'm making less than what I used to make before my break, but I’m happy and very inspired to keep going.

I feel the experience writing in small fandoms or for underrated media is a bit like that, feeling ignored until you find that one person or small group of people. This has been only my personal experience, i'm not trying to make a generalization, but i wanted to share it with you hoping it may bring you some comfort or encouragement :)

Hello there!

Thank you for sharing your experience with this. It's a shame when you're spending so much time working on something that doesn't get as much engagement. My Covert Eyes chapters take a lot longer to complete then, say, my Thorin fics. Covert Eyes has had to have a lot more planning go into it because of the subject matter, and the fact there's far more original ideas that have gone into it. Thorin fics take probably half the time and get way more feedback. I think that's the disheartening thing about it. You're putting as much effort in, if not more, and getting little out of it.

I've literally had two people message me and actually tell me they enjoyed the fic and didn't want me to stop writing it. No one else has done that - it's been more comments about 'writing for yourself'. Those two people know exactly who they are and I thank them from the bottom of my heart for encouraging me and supporting the fic from the beginning until now.

Again, like I said in an earlier ask, if a story is worth telling then it's worth sharing, in my opinion.

And going back to the anon who I decided to delete - when it comes to people who you see getting more engagement than you, just think, they're still human with insecurities. I've seen people from various fandoms and various levels of 'popularity' and all of them have felt disheartened. Just because someone may appear to be getting more engagement than you, doesn't mean they're immune to feeling down about their work.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Round 2, Poll 5

Poll at the bottom of the post.

Just to See You Happy: (Time Travel Fix-It)

The mood had taken a turn for the worst by the time they were up and ready to go the next day. Sadly enough, these were conditions Frodo was used to on the road. Little time for chatter as everyone was fixated in their own dark thought bubble. Even the brief reprieve from the rain did not fill any with joy as the clouds hung low in the sky threatening to release more at any moment. They were getting ready to leave when Gandalf grabbed Thorin’s attention.

“I’m afraid, Thorin, I must leave you for a short amount of time. I have business to attend to nearby that will take up most of the day. I shall see you by dawn tomorrow!”

Thorin seemed to be doing his absolute best not to roll his eyes as he grudgingly gave his consent knowing there would be no way to order the wizard to stay. Bilbo, of course, had much he needed to say.

“Gandalf! You can’t leave us. Whatever shall we do without you?” 

“I imagine you shall ride, eat, and sleep the same as any other day.” He remarked innocently.

“Gandalf.” Bilbo growled.

“I’m afraid I cannot remain at your beck and call, my dear hobbit. I leave you in the fine hands of your company though.”

Bilbo’s expression let it be known that was exactly what he was afraid of. However, he stopped trying to persuade the wizard, wandering over to Myrtle miserably.

Frodo did have other concerns as he followed Gandalf to where he was saddling his horse.

One Last Adventure: (Post-Canon AU)

“Down here.” Came the next voice.

Finally, Bilbo turned his gaze under the bridge only to gawk at the three dwarves around the fire having lunch.

“What…what are you doing down there?”

“We didn’t want to cause a fuss.” The red-headed one explained.

Bilbo resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Dwarves not causing a fuss, ha! He carefully eased himself under the bridge, taking the seat across from the dwarves. All three staring at him with wide eyes and hopeful expressions. Just how old were they? Were they any older than…

His heart seized at the memories of Fili and Kili, and he quickly pushed them aside. Although there was a small part of him wondering, if Thorin was still alive, couldn’t they be as well?

“Alright, I’m here. Now tell me. How is Thorin still alive.”

The big dwarf on the left shrugged. “Clearly our Maker still had plans for him.”

Bilbo grit his teeth at the frustrating response. “Where did you find him?”

“He found us, Master Baggins.” The last dwarf corrected.

Bilbo could feel his blood boiling at the continued lack of appropriate responses. He was seriously about to abandon these three and march his way to the nearest dwarf who could actually tell him what was going on. Even if that brought him all the way to Erebor.

“So what do you need my help for?”

That got all three of them to perk up.

“It’s really simple, Master Baggins, we need you to help us get into the Kingdom in Ered Mithrim.”

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ghivashel!!! Pls forgive me. I will learn to spell ❤️❤️❤️

For the game-- I thought about being so predictable and doing disability or injury, etc.

But I'm gonna stay on theme of the day and say "forgive/forgiveness"

You kow your wining in life when your Wolfstar wifey learns Kuzdhul endearments for you, be still my heart 💖 So, as I love you so much, Im going to share a snippet of a WIP titled "Still married" at the moment. I have shared the idea but no snippets. It is the fic closest to my heart and a real labour of love, so here we go. Here's the snippet: Thorin nodded as he looked back up at Ori. “You said there was another letter for me?” he asked cautiously. 

“There’s four, but you need to read the medical report first, it's what you came for after all isn't it?” Ori prodded softly. 

Thorin nodded, looking at The Company’s faces he felt the first stirrings of trepidation.  

He opened the report and placed it on the centre of the table so all could see. He needed the support considering the look on Oin’s face.

All of The Company forced themselves to look and reread what atrocities had happened to their hobbit because not one of them had been strong enough to weather the Gold Sickness. He couldn't rely on any of them for support or protection so he did what he had to do to protect them. They all hung their heads in shame when Thorin got to the bottom of the list and let out a strangled sob. Tears openly poured down his face. He sat there frozen as most of The Company put their hands on him. Hands of comfort and support.  “We know Thorin, we love him and have failed him too, we know.” Balin said softly, wincing as Thorin looked at him with eyes red with grief, guilt and pain.

“I thought he had left me, that he didn't want anything to do with me, I thought he didnt love me. Not …not this. Never this. How can I ever make it up to him? How can he ever forgive me?” He asked quietly, almost in a whisper. Shame and pain clouding his voice.

Kili didn't know what to say, just walked around and threw himself at Thorin, wrapping himself in his Uncle's strong arms, arms that were usually steady and still, but were now shaking with the idea of Bilbo being hurt so badly.