#first multi chapter fic woowoooooo

[m1dnight-blu3]

Gamilith an amrâl: A letter for a lover

Hello, hello!! Here's the first chapter of my new fanfiction - my first AU, my take on the Alternative Meeting AU from the Bagginshield Year.

Tags:

Alternative meeting;

Blacksmith Thorin;

Letters;

Exiled prince Thorin;

Slow Burn;

courting;

happy ending;

meet cute

angst and fluff;

I said I wouldn’t write angst you know like a LIAR

Summary:

Bilbo Baggins’ letter was different from all the others Thorin had received at that time. First, Bilbo actually got his name right. Very little people cared to learn Thorin’s name those days, so most of his packages were sent as “to the blacksmith in the woods”. He used to have a name, a title and a kingdom. And then, after the dragon fire, all was left were ashes, a hunted kingless kingdom and the bitter taste of defeat. Yet, somehow as if a miracle, there is was: “To Mister Thorin, Blacksmith from Erebor”. or Alternative Meeting AU where Blacksmith Thorin meets the most curious hobbit by pure luck. And they fall in love with each line of their letters to each other.

preview of Bilbo's first letter:

“Greeting, Master Thorin. My name is Bilbo Baggins, the rightful heir to Bag End – the loveliest place on Shire, in my most humble opinion.

With winter dreadfully stretching its claws into the Shire, I was reminded of some long awaited repairs that must be done until the longer, colder months come. While chatting with some of my neighbors, your services have been very much recommended – a blessing of Yavanna herself.

You see, we do have a family of barely decent Blacksmiths here in good old Shire. However, all of them are related to Lobelia.

If you are not familiar with that name, and I must add how I envy you for this ignorance, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins is, much unfortunately, my relative. That dreadful, nightmare born of a woman is married to my cousin, Otho – who is just as much of bad news as Lobelia, I must warn. Her greediness knows no limits – always scheming, plans born from her endless gold lust, that terrible woman. Please do apologize what I am about to say – I can swear to you that I was raised to become one of the finest gentlehobbits this blessed Shire has ever seen – However, I would much rather crew off my lovely feet with my own bare teeth than give any of my coin to Lobelia – directly or indirectly. As I worry that even being at the same room as her, breathing the same air and sharing space, would stain my soul.”

Thorin has to stop his reading to take a breather. He hadn’t realized how hard he was laughing until his cheeks started to hurt. Who on Earth was this person?