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Hello! Can I request "warm beverages" with Bagginshield for fotfictember?? Pretty please?
Of course, you can! In typical Fantasy fashion, I did accidentally make a 1600-word one-shot instead of a drabble but oh well. I hope you enjoy!
To Warm A Heart-{T} Bagginshield- 1600 words
âThorin, why are you staring at this apple tree?â Bilbo asked cautiously.Â
âBecause youâve been shivering for two days,â Thorin replied curtly.Â
âIâm now more confused than when I initially asked the question.â Bilbo snorted. âAre you planning on picking them? Itâs a good season for it. In another month, all the fruit will have fallen down.â Bilbo reached for an apple on one of the lowest branches but couldnt quite grab it, even with his adorable little jumps. Thorin grabbed the branch and bent it low so Bilbo could take what he liked.Â
âI take it you like apples?âÂ
âI love apples! This time of the year makes me miss the fall celebrations around the party tree. Bell Gamgeeâs apple tarts are the year's highlight for anyone lucky enough to grab one before theyâre gone.â Bilbo sighed and cleaned the dirt off the apple before taking a big bite. Thorin had to look anywhere else but his face as the juice dripped down his chin, begging to be cleared away. âTheyâre delicious! Thorin, youâve got to try!â When he turned around, Bilbo handed him the apple, encouraging him to take a bite. He stifled a groan and took the apple, trying not to think too carefully about the fact that Bilboâs lips had been wrapped around it seconds ago. It was sweet and perfectly ripe, as he had been told. When he confirmed this, Bilbo beamed and grabbed as many apples as he could carry to bring to their companions.Â
Thorin went back to staring at the tree. The winds had become harsher as their elevation gradually increased. For the past two nights, he had witnessed Bilbo shivering even after he had offered his warmer coat. He needed something to warm him up from the inside. There was a recipe that the dwarves had adopted after their exile when food was scarce, and warmth was hard to come by. All provisions had to be used in their entirety, and if there was a secondary use, then that was even better. They had learned that if they boiled apple cores, it released the last of the juice, and if mixed with alcohol, it was hydrating and warming. Â
Immediately upon spotting the apple tree, he halted their march and made camp. He could make Bilbo something to keep him warm, and he wouldn't have to use apple scraps to do it. He beckoned Fili and Kili over with the instruction to get every ripe apple they could down before moving on to speak with Bombur. He found the dwarf taking stock of his supplies, which now included a new apple.Â
âBombur a moment of your time, please,â Thorin called. The large dwarf looked up cheerfully.Â
âOf course, what can I do for you, Thorin.âÂ
âI need a pot and to know what spices you have.â He gruffed.Â
Bomber's eyebrows shot into his forehead. âAre you planning on cooking tonight?
âCooking no. But I am making something. Your spices?â Thorin waited for Bombur to overcome the initial shock before reading into his bag to pull out a large tin filled with small compartments. I have the basics: salt and pepper. Some dried garlic and parsley. I have a few orange and lemon peels left, and Oh, I have a few cinnamon sticks, clove, and at least one nutmeg in here, it looks like.â Bombur looked at him questioningly, waiting for him to ask to use one or many.Â
âI need the nutmeg, clove, and cinnamon. The orange peel, too, if you can spare it.â Bombur handed them over without question, knowing full well what the king was up to. The boys returned with their tunics pulled up to make makeshift baskets, bantering about who could carry more. They had brought more than he needed, which was good. They could dry what they didnât use that night and use it later. Thorin surveyed the area and smiled when he saw Bilbo leaning against a tree wrapped in Thorinâs coat, speaking to Ori. There was a turning point on this journey when the concerns of that hobbit had become his. He had rebelled against it at first because all those who had traveled with him were his family now, but not like Bilbo. Bilbo was his beating heart living on the outside of his body. Handsome and clever, and stubborn and painfully vulnerable. More than all the others in this camp spare his nephews, Bilbo was his priority.
 The night drew in, and as expected, the air grew cold. Bilbo had fallen asleep against the tree, and Thorin could hear his teeth chattering from where he sat. He gave his pot a sip and then turned to his friend.
âDwalin, whatâs in your flask?â Thorin barked.Â
âSomething Iâm not sharing,â Dwalin replied. He pulled out the flask to take a sip, and Thorin snatched it from his hands. He gave it a sniff.Â
âWhiskey. That will work.â He dumped the flask's contents into the pot and stirred it.Â
âYou mind telling me why you just dumped the last of my fucking whiskey into that experiment youâve been working on,â Dwalin growled.
âItâs cider like they used to make at the camps after Erebor fell. Itâs too cold, and we have few supplies to keep warm after the goblins.â Thorin stood up. With the alcohol added, the drink was done.Â
âYou know there are easier ways to warm someone up.â Dwalin cast his eyes at Bilbo. âYouâre coats big enough for both of ya if youâre close enough.âÂ
âI would not be welcome,â he had barely finished the sentence before Dwalin snorted.
âI forgot youâre stupid. Look. The nights are only going to get colder as we reach Erebor. Too cold for anyone to sleep alone. So is it going to be you sleeping next to that little thing, or is he going to have to curl up with Bofur instead?â He was being bated, and he knew it, but Thorinâs eyes still found the miner to check his proximity. He growled at himself as much as Dwalin for taking the bait.Â
âIf he wanted to share a bedroll with me, he would ask. I will not impose myself on him and call it convenience.â Thorin looked around for two mugs and ladled the cider into them until they were full. He carried them over to the Hobbit and sat them down on a flat rock. He regretted having to wake him. Despite the chattering teeth, he looked peaceful. His hair had fallen in front of his face, and his nose twitched even in his sleep. He was slumped in an odd position he would definitely be unhappy with come morning. With a hand on the side of Bilboâs head, he guided him into a sitting position. âMaster Baggins.â He said his name more firmly than he meant to, and his eyes flew open, slightly startled.Â
âI didnât mean to fall asleep. Did you want your coat back before you turned in?â Bilbo stretched, and Thorin turned away so as not to ogle him. If he had it his way, he would never see that coat again unless it was wrapped around the hobbit's shoulders.Â
âI came to bring you something for the cold.â Thorin placed the cup in Bilboâs hands and watched with satisfaction as he curled his hands around its warmth. Â
âOh, Iâm fine. Itâs not too cold out.â Bilbo argued,
âBilbo, the entire camp can hear your teeth chattering.â Blush spread across Bilboâs cheeks as he sipped the cider. The moment it touched his lips, his eyes went wide over the rim of the cup. He drained half his mug before coming up for air.Â
âThis is amazing! Did you make this?â Bilbo took another big gulp and looked contented.Â
âI did. I thought you could use something to help you sleep better.â He took a sip from his own cup and was pleased with the result on such short notice. When he looked up, Bilbo was staring at him, blushing all the way to the top of his pointed ears and blinking rapidly. âDid I add too much alcohol? I wanted there to be enough to keep warm. It was Dwalinâs, and knowing what he drinks, I might have overdone it.â Thorin took another sip to gauge its strength. If anything, it was a bit weak. Bilbo didn't seem to want to elaborate, so they sat in silence for a little while, just enjoying the sounds of the woods around them, now free of chattering. When Thorin saw Bilboâs mug get empty, he leaned into reach for it, intending to get him a refill. To his great surprise, Bilbo took that moment to lean forward as well, intentionally surging up to meet his lips. Thorinâs senses went white with bliss, and all his mind knew for the next moment was the taste of Bilbo's breath. Warm, soft lips and that slightly upturned nose pressing into his cheek. He was dumped back into reality as Bilbo drew away in panic, covering his face.
âI-Iâm so sorry. I-I donât know what came over me. That was wrong. I thought maybeâŠ. No.. no excuse, please forgive me.â he made to get up, and Thorin quickly leaned forward, trapping the hobbit against the tree.Â
âWait, please don't leave.â He hated that he saw a hint of fear in Bilboâs eyes, but he couldn't let him up. Not until he knew what that was.Â
âIâm really sorry, Thorin. I misunderstood.â Bilbo babbled.Â
âDid you kiss me intentionally?â Thorin asked. Bilbo nodded sheepishly. That was all he needed. He gathered Bilbo into his arms and returned his kiss with all the passion he could muster. The richness of the cider had never tasted better or warmed him so deeply than on Bilboâs tongue.  Â
And if he heard Dwalin shout, âItâs about fucking time.â He ignored it.Â
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I have decided that at the end of the year, all the drabbles I've done for events will be going into a 2023 collection on AO3. Also, I don't love the title of this fic and might change it later.
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Cinnamon
Second request, this time by @lordoftherazzles, my dearly beloved...
Characters: Thorin x Bilbo
Words: 172
Warnings: Illness & its remedy
Thorin stared at the two cups with intransigent sternness.
âYou better be right, Ori, or elseâŠâ he muttered under his breath as he tried to thread his thick, broad fingers through the delicate handles of the custom-made mugs.
Bilbo had lately been under the weather but, between Ăin and Ori, Thorinâs old company mates had come up with a beverage that was supposed to make him feel better.
âCinnamon,â Bilbo croaked immediately and brought the thin-walled drinking vessel to his stuffy nose eagerly. âWhere did you get this from?â
âI have connections,â Thorin declared darklyâhe was not about to let his beloved know that he had begged Bard to convince Thranduil to procure him a spice ineptly described as âsweet but spicyâŠand deliciousâ.
âYouâre the very best,â Bilbo sighed after a long sip. Smiling blissfully and pinking up almost instantly, he sank back into the thick blankets. At that sight, Thorin decided that this smile was worth every indignity he had suffered to give his Hobbit a tiny piece of home.
@fellowshipofthefics here we go with the next one!
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Fandom: LOTR, The Hobbit, The Silmarillion & Other Histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins & Elrond Peredhel
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Elrond Peredhel, Lindir, some random Imladris extra I made up, OC cameo (Eledhril the librarian)
Tags: Rivendell, Bilbo Baggins in Rivendell, Caring Elrond Peredhel, Canon Compliant
Summary:
Bilbo and Elrond spend some time together in the grand library of Imladris.
Written for FOTFictember's Day 14 prompt: Library!
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đ Prompt: Warm Beverages | Arien x EönwĂ« đ Synopsis: Arien has returned to VĂĄna's meadows for the night to rest. EönwĂ« joins her. đ Warnings: / đ Double drabble
For @maironite. Thanks for the request and I hope you like this little something ^^
"You look stressed," is the first thing Arien says when EönwĂ« joins her on VĂĄna's meadows.Â
Only few know that she likes to return to her old home at night to rest, but he is always welcome.Â
"I do?" Feathers rustle as he sits down next to her, his wings drooping slightly. EönwĂ« forces a smile. "I suppose I was never good at hiding things from you."Â
"Indeed." Arien lifts the cup of tea she's been holding to her lips, then suddenly pauses as if she has an idea. Her palms glow for a brief moment until steam rises from the cup, and she carefully hands it to EönwĂ«.Â
"Here. You look like you need it."Â
He hesitates. "Please, you don't have toâ"
"I want to."Â
"W-well, if you insistâ"Â
"I do."Â
Defeated, EönwĂ« accepts her offer and takes a few careful sips. Arien looks pleased when she sees a healthy flush of pink appearing on his cheeks.Â
"Spicy," he comments.Â
"Of course," she grins. "I wouldn't have it any other way, as you know."Â
Gingerly, she tucks a stray lock of hair behind his feathered ear.Â
"Now, why don't you stay for a while and tell me everything, hmm?"Â
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Chapters: 22/22 Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ăomer Ăadig/GrĂma Wormtongue Additional Tags: Pre-War, Animal Sacrifice, and other Rohan activities because you all know me and world building etc, Drunk Sex, Hate Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, the usual sort of nonsense you can expect from these two, politicking, Attempts at Manipulation, but oh no they both might have fEiLiNgS for each other and NEITHER asked for that, Harvest Festival, no horses die in the making of this story so feel free to get emotionally attached to them, Alternate Universe, redemption arc but not really but kind of but not, idk guys it's Grima, SeiĂ°r, Divination, weird feral rituals, some gender shit happens, magic hermaphordism etc, normal things - you know how it goes Summary:
September 3018, war is brewing (or already arrived, as some would say), and Grima is up to his usual tricks and nonsense, including living rent-free in Eomer's brain. Orcs are prowling, wargs are making mischief, treason is in the air, and the harvest is around the corner. In the midst of all the soothing, spying, oath-breaking, family drama, and invasive questions about what it means to lead in uncertain times, Grima realises that the master he's betrayed everyone for has turned on Sauron himself making our little snake a great deal more concerned about everything the future holds and willing to perhaps do a little double-agent action provided there's some guarantees in place for his future safety. Eomer hates skullduggery but, when dealing with Grima one must learn to speak in the language Grima understands best: blackmail, manipulation, and Politicks.
Alternate universe - but I wouldn't call this a redemption fic since Grima doesn't really go through ringer on that. ---- Obligatory Excerpt:Â
âWell?â Ăomer sighs, tired of this prompt. âShall we talk? I presume you have completed whatever spellcraft remained to undertake this morning.â
âI have,â GrĂma agrees. âCertain things need to be buried.â
âThe heart?â
âAlways the heart, and a few other items you need not worry about. As for our conversation, Iâd relish tea and some food before we discuss.â
Ăomer scowls, âNay, GrĂma, you will not continue to put me off. That is not a luxury owed you. Speak plain and speak now.â
GrĂma rubs his hand over his face, and truly he looks tired. He appears hounded. He seems a man who needs a rest from it all.
âIsildurâs bane,â GrĂma slowly begins. ïżœïżœIt is about Isildurâs bane. The ring of Sauron, to be precise.â
âWhat of it? It was destroyed, right?â This is not where Ăomer expected GrĂma to go. He had been waiting for a half-admission to working for the White Wizard and some cajoling, begging, pleading to be taken back into the House of Eorlâs good graces. Likely in exchange for whatever he knows of Sarumanâs plans. Rings of power? That never figured.
âSo everyone thought,â GrĂma says. âBut it wasnât. It was taken by Isildur and then lost. Apparently, though, it has been found. Remember when Lord Boromir came through our land? Well, he brought with him a riddle and part of the answer to the riddle is Sauronâs ring.â
Ăomer shakes his head as the water boils, he takes the pot off and sets it on coals to simmer until fragrant. âI fail to see how this relates to Saruman.â
GrĂma smiles, moribund. âAnd we come, now, to the offer.â
We are at the end of Part I of What Makes a King, or, Eomer and Grimaâs Great and Wonderful Journey of Self Discovery and Casual Regicide (Even Though One of Them Never Asked for This to Happen)
I hope you all have enjoyed it thus far! I shall now go and burry myself in a hobbit hole to work on Part II of What Makes a King, or, This Time Eowyn Also Gets to Be Very Normal About PeopleÂ
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Fall in Ered Luin đ
Summary: Family Fluff - Thorin spends the day with his young nephews Fili and Kili. Thorin thinks that after a couple of successful times, he has babysitting under control, but does he, really?
Inspired by, but not specifically for @fellowshipofthefics fotfictember I just finally have vacation and my muse showed up đ
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Sunrays were illuminating the damp, mossy grounds of the Ered Luin woods, which were covered in an array of pretty red, yellow and brown colored leaves. The air was filled with the scent of Fall. Thorin took a deep, soothing breath and closed his eyes, the sunrays warming his face. For a moment, Kili and Filiâs chatter and laughter softened and a smile played on his lips. He was content. No, he was happy. A welcome change to the feelings of sadness which usually haunted him.
He opened his eyes again and looked at the boys scouring the ground for acorns, twigs and leaves and their little treasures, aka rocks.
Thorin had offered to take Fili and Kili for a walk in the woods, while Dis, his beloved sister, would get supplies from the market for a nice dinner and a pumpkin pie.Â
Usually, when they went into the woods, the boys, especially Kili, wanted to bring home all kinds of things, including animals, but Thorin could proudly say that so far, he had managed to get home without much more than pretty rocks and pebbles and the occasional stick.Â
Today, however, he had told them that they could bring anything home with them, so that they could make a nice Fall project from what they would find. Both Fili and Kili had brought their tiny rucksacks to carry their precious collection back home.
âPut the bunny down, Kili,â Thorin bellowed, when he saw Kili trying to stuff the animal into his rucksack.Â
âBut Uncle! â Kili protested, âYou said we could take anything!âÂ
With a sigh, Thorin crouched down beside his nephew and petted the bunny, before taking it and releasing it. Kiliâs chin wobbled and tears sprang to his eyes.Â
Thorin gently stroked the little pebbleâs head and explained, âYou can take any leaves, acorns, flowers and things like that, Kili. You just canât take home any animals, ok? They belong here, in the woodsâ He smiled at Kili, pulled out an acorn from his pocket, which he had picked up earlier and Kiliâs eyes lit up. Sorrows all forgotten, he sprang up and ran towards his brother to show him the gift.
Fili was crouched down, curiously studying some pretty colored mushrooms. âUncle Thorin!â, he yelled, âcome lookâ. He proudly pointed at his find. âArenât they pretty!â he exclaimed and Thorin had to admit that the big red mushrooms with white spots were a pretty sight on the green, mossy forest bed. He just loved the Fall and its colors and scents.Â
After having roamed around a while and the pebbles having collected their treasures, they walked back home, where Dis was already unpacking the goodies she got from the market.
âCan we help make the pie?â Fili asked, having climbed up on a chair to look at the supplies sprawled out on the kitchen table.Â
âIâm not sure thatâs âŠâ Dis started, but Thorin stepped in and offered to make the pie with the boys, so that she could rest a bit. Dis hesitated for a moment, but having some time to herself sounded wonderful.Â
âI got this and the boys,â Thorin reassured her and gently ushered her out of the kitchen.Â
âAll right then.â Dis smiled and left them to it.
âSo boys, what do we need?â Thorin asked, rolling up his sleeves.
âForks!â Kili shouted.
âNo, dumbass,â Fili laughed. âWe first need to make the pie before we can eat it. We need the recipe, Uncle Thorin,â he said and climbed off the chair to grab the book from a side table, which was filled with cookbooks and notebooks with secret recipes by Dis. He had helped his mother in the kitchen many times before and he knew exactly which book had the recipe for the pumpkin pie.
For the next hour or so, Thorin and the boys managed to put the ingredients together and the pie was finally in the oven. When Dis entered the kitchen, she found Thorin, Fili and Kili and the entire kitchen, covered in flour and remnants of ingredients. Thorin looked a little guilty and the boys, well, they just looked proud. She couldnât help but giggle. âNeed a hand, my dear brother?â she asked.Â
Thorin sighed gratefully and a while later, the kitchen, as well as Thorin, Fili and Kili, were spotless again.Â
âWhy donât you go rest a bit near the fire?â she told Thorin.Â
âCan we have a story, please, Uncle Thorin?â the boys pleaded, tucking on his shirt.
âAlright, alright,â Thorin agreed and swooped the boys up into his arms and onto his shoulder. With the boys dangling from his broad shoulders, giggling and squealing, he retreated from the kitchen, leaving Dis with a smile on her lips. She loved the boys so much and her brother wasnât too bad either.Â
When Dis entered the living area a while later with a tray laden with hot chocolate and pumpkin pie, she found the boys lying on their tummies on the soft rug in front of the fire, glued to Thorinâs lips, who was telling them a scary story. They ooh-ed and aaah-ed and were completely engrossed in the story. When they saw her with the goodies, however, they sprang up and took the pie and hot chocolate, only to sit down again and beg Thorin to continue the story.
When their bellies were full and the story finished, the boys were visibly tired and yawned. They curled up beside Uncle Thorin, who had a hard time keeping his eyes open himself.Â
âI should change my profession to babysitter. Iâm good at it.â he whispered, proudly. He smiled and gently pressed a kiss on Kili and Filiâs heads.Â
âI guess you are,â Dis humored him, holding back comments about the state of the kitchen and the boys earlier. They love you, my dear brother, as do I. Days like these are my favorite, especially in the Fall and Iâll make sure they stay in my memory forever.
âLikewise , my dear sister,â Thorin agreed. âFamily time is the best.â and with those words, Thorin dozed off, holding his beloved nephews Fili and Kili close.
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Trying to write something cute for the fotfictember đ„č
My writing skills went down the road a bit for the lack of practice this past... year? I literally can't remember when was the last time I wrote something, not even saying uploaded something here so I'm a bit rusty lmao
#not to say that i wasn't exactly happy about my writing huh#well we'll see soon enough if I'd finally make it đ
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I mean, I absolutely cannot afford to hatch any more new plot ideas, [Like, I'm serious. The Writers Mafia is gonna come for my knee caps unless I deliver on some completed fics soon.] but these prompts are sparking a lot of excitement, so I hope they can at least provide inspiration to help me deliver on my long list of Requests/Asks.
We all unanimously love Fall/Autumn, so let's use that to BRING SOME JOY!!! (Before the next season hits. Winter is coming... LOL.)
WELCOME TOÂ #FOTFICTEMBER!Â
September's challenge is centered around fall-themed drabbles! Make them spooky, cozy, or anything in between! We want to see everyone inspired, but not bogged down by this event.
So remember, you donât have to spend a lot of time on these (unless you want to!) nor are you required to complete each day. Pick and choose, just write! We want to see it. There is no right or wrong about these, just have fun with it!
Be sure to tag #fotfics and #fotfictember so we can find your drabbles!
Happy writing! đđ
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FOTFICtember - Chapter 3
A roller-coaster ride, a mushy hotdog, and a surprise in a maze...
@mysandwichranaway is working on some art for this fic! Stay tuned!
Prompts: Twilight, corn maze, lantern, mushrooms, sweater weather, amber
Pairing: Ori x OC, Bilbo x Thorin, FĂli x OC, KĂli x Tauriel
Words: 1555
Warnings:Some indecent kissing, some general anxiety, Thorin is an ass
Ori had half-expected that it had all just been a bad joke.
Yet, when he reached the small group standing, as promised, by the food carts to grab a tiny bite to eat, his own hotdog almost got stuck in his throat as FĂli waved a bunch of shiny, colourful tokens in his face.
âIâve taken the liberty of buying the first round,â he declared and handed Ori one of the plastic coins.
The rollercoaster itself was a miserable, rickety affair that might not have stood a chance in hell to be ridden in a more elaborate setting.
As it was this small fairâs only attraction, though, the queue seemed to be endless.
Catching a glimpse of a beautiful, dark-haired girl heâd been begging to go out with him a few rows ahead of them, FĂli excused himself hastily and started pushing through the throng of people ruthlessly.
âAh! WellâŠâ Kyra mumbled.
âHe really did mean it when he said that he wanted to show you a good time,â KĂli assured her. âHe might just not do it himself.â
Sucking her teeth, Tauriel reached over to take the young womanâs hand and squeeze it comfortingly. âIâve got you, girl. You can ride with meâI want to see how they jam their fat asses onto the tiny bench.â
âEyâŠI thought we were going to make out throughout the whole ride?â KĂli protested, spearing Ori with that steely look heâd inherited from his mother.
âYes, erm, yes,â Ori waffled, aghast to realise that heâd forgotten all his words when he needed them most. âIf that would be agreeable, Iâd be honoured to ride with you, of course.â
When she turned to him, black eyes sparkling with mirth, he swallowed heavily. Kyra had always been so disarmingly beautiful, and heâd never found the courage to tell her.
Year after year, summer after summer, heâd sworn to his friends and himself that, next time, heâd ask her to go to the local ice cream parlour or walk the maze with him, but he never had.
And then, sheâd stopped coming.
It had taken him months to work up the courage to ask Bilbo about it, and the answer had been less than heartening, so heâd let it be.
As he now shuffled onto the uncomfortably hard bench of the creaking wagon beside her, he could hardly believe that sheâd returned at long last.
âI donât think you remember me,â he started quietly, interrupted by the screeching of the brakes being loosened and the lurching start of the ride.
âNonsense,â Kyra chuckled. âIt took me a mere second to place the name. Youâve grown up well, I must say.â
âHow do you mean?â Ori asked, horrified to hear that his voice was not unlike the squeaking of the worn rails beneath them.
âForget it,â she grinned and turned her pale, radiant face into the fading light as they started the jerky ascent to the laughably low apex of the woefully short track.
Ahead of them, KĂli and Tauriel were cheering and laughing as they sped downhill, exchanging messy kisses in between exaggerated hoots.
âHold on tight; this might be a bumpy ride,â Ori warned.
When she gave him a slightly panicked look, he slung his arm around her body and pulled her closer against his own. âHold on,â he repeated.
Nothing could have prepared him for the fact that, instead of grabbing the ramshackle handlebar, sheâd throw her arms around his torso and bury her face in the crook of his neck.
As much as heâd not wanted to go on the ride in the first place, Ori now desperately wished that their shabby wagon would never stop grinding along the rails.
Kyra was soft and warm against him, and the smell of her perfume made him feel as if heâd grow wings himself to fly into the darkening evening sky never to come down again.
Twilight was upon them, and lights flared up across the landscape like mysterious mushroomsâit would soon be time to set out for the bonfire.
Despite his better knowledge, Ori wondered whether Kyra would let him hold her again even after theyâd left this hellish contraption.
âYou exaggerate,â Ori heard FĂli say. Only then did he notice that theyâd stopped.
The grumpy teen operating the ride looked at them with bored impatience and evident incredulity.
âCome on out, Uncle will kill us if weâre not there to canoodle in his maze,â FĂli added, holding the hand of the fair maiden heâd so indefatigably wooed proudly.
âBombur is cooking,â Tauriel interjected. âSave your money and your gut health! Donât waste either on more of the trash theyâre selling here!â
âOh, I know,â Kyra laughed breathily. âBilbo has been baking for daysïżœïżœIâm looking forward to sampling his creations.â
Thus, they set out towards the forest, only to come up short at the entrance of a corn maze.
âWeâve lost the organisers in action,â Bofur informed them with a wink. âTake a lantern and go on your merry way! Two by two, please. Otherwise, itâs no fun.â
This time, there was no question about how theyâd split up.
As soon as they were off, though, Ori couldnât help but notice that Kyra was rubbing her arms while walking rather fast.
âThe weatherâs turned, huh?â he said sheepishly.
âSweater weather,â she agreed, her full lips somewhat pale.
As pretty as her sundress was, it did little to keep the biting chill in the air at bay. Thankfully, Oriâs brothers insisted on him being wrapped up like an egg about to hatch at all times, so he shrugged out of his jacket to take off his thick, woollen pullover.
âTake thisâwe donât want you to catch your death out here. It will be warmer by the fire,â he said hastily, afraid that he was crossing a line.
He should not have worried for Kyra took the garment gratefully and slipped into it at onceâshe looked painfully adorable as she was nearly swallowed by the oversized item hanging from her curvaceous frame.
âYouâre a true gentleman,â she praised with a small, soft smile, and took his hand to pull him on.
The lanterns theyâd been given were detestably dim and weak to avoid and prevent any potential fire hazard, so it was slow going.
More than once, they found themselves turned around and cornered, butâchatting amiably about old timesâthey didnât mind retracing their steps and losing their time at all.
Suddenly, a strange noise made Ori still, trying to push Kyra behind him as he lifted their sorry excuse of a light source higher.
âYour eyes are liquid amber,â she gasped, evidently unfazed by the odd smacking sound coming from a corner plunged in deep shadows. âYouâre so handsome!â
âMyâŠwhat? Who goes there?â he called, feeling fiercely protective of the cheery woman for whom he held himself responsible until he could return her to her uncleâs care. Heâd heard enough horror stories about the terrible things that could befall sweet creatures such as her in dark, secluded corners.
Heâd not let anything happen to her, he vowed, desperately trying to push aside her last comment lest it distract him fatally from the situation at hand.
A moment later, the very uncle heâd been thinking of appeared, dishevelled and flushed.
âUncle Bilbo?â Kyra gasped. âWhat has happened to you? Are you quite all right? You look a littleâŠput out.â
âAll is well,â Bilbo assured them. âAre you enjoying the maze?â
To make matters even more confusing, he was joined by Thorinâlooking just as red-faced and unkemptâa second later.
âWe were just checkingâŠif everything was safe.â
âAnd is it?â Kyra asked in a strained voice before she burst into laughter. âI truly believed that the canoodling part FĂli mentioned was but a figure of speech, butâŠwho am I to doubt the validity of your beliefs?â
Without further ado, she whirled around and planted a resounding kiss onto Oriâs half-open mouth.
âWhatever Gods or spirits you pray to tonight, I hope that theyâll hear my earnest wishes as well. Did I do this right?â she crowed in boundless hilarity.
Rubbing his forehead in embarrassed exasperation, Bilbo gave a long sigh. âYou wild, headstrong child!â he chided. âWhat did you think these cul-de-sacs were for?â
âWe have no time to lose,â Kyra replied with a shrug. âOur friends are waiting, and Iâm starting to feel quite peckish.â
Ori, meanwhile, merely stood thereâthunderstruck and silentâlike an oaf. Sheâd simply kissed him, square on the lips, as if there was nothing to it, and he couldnât wait to see if sheâd do it again.
Bonfires were romantic, right? They could huddle for warmth on a nice log, and he could put his arm around her.
Emboldened and set aflame by her enthusiasm and generosity, he graciously agreed not to tell anyone about what theyâd witnessed, and they went on their merry way once more.
âShame,â Ori heard Bilbo say. âIâve heard there was quite a lump sum in their betting pool.â
âI know,â Thorin chortled. âI say we take the pot and go on a nice holiday together.â
âWhat day did you choose?â Bilbo asked tersely.
âTonight. And you?â
âTomorrow!â
They both laughed heartily, the sound following the two youngsters until Ori finally glimpsed the exit ahead.
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@fellowshipofthefics here's the third chapter of my fic for September!
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FOTFICtember24 - Chapter 1
After a long absence, Kyra returns to the town of Lonely Mountain just in time for the autumn fair. Her "uncle" Bilbo is very secretive about it all, and she's excited to see what the night will bring.
My dears, you didn't think I'd skip the FOTFICS challenge, did you? As writing has been kind of hard lately, I've decided to indulge myself :D
Prompts: Library, festival, baking, tea, pie, autumn fair
Pairing: Ori x OC, OC & Bilbo, KĂli x Tauriel
Words: 1110
Warnings:Nothing
âI can smell that youâre baking,â Kyra laughed as she popped her head into the kitchen, making Bilbo nearly jump out of his skin.
âI thought you were gone already,â the one she called Uncle without being related to him in any discernible way huffed, trying to hide the glorious pie heâd just pulled out of the oven without much success. âThe boys are already roaming about.â
Glancing at her watch, she made a face. Kyra, despite her best efforts, was notoriously scatterbrained and couldnât, for the life of her, be on time.
âDo you have much work yet?â she asked, mindful not to encroach on Bilboâs realm of flour and sugar.
âItâs manageable,â he replied diplomatically. âOnce Thorin arrives, weâll get more done!â
That assessment drew a more genuine grin from the young woman; it was common knowledge that, despite their exaggerated fights about minor details, Bilbo and Thorin loved spending time together.
Indeed, the younger generation had made long-standing bets on the exact moment the two curmudgeons would realise that they were actually in love with one another, but thus far, nobody had been able to claim the considerable pot.
âItâs been too long since Iâve gone to the fall fair,â Kyra sighed, fond memories of the golden autumns sheâd once spent in her uncleâs care coming alive within her heart.
âYou were busy,â Bilbo said soothingly. âThat is not to say that we didnât miss youâIâm sure we did, and your return to the fold is one of the reasons Iâd politely beg you to remove yourself now. I have to get a move onâthis festival has to be one of the best yet. In your honour.â
As if it had been convened thus, there was a resoundingly enthusiastic knock on the front door at that very moment.
âThere they areâletâs hope they brought Thorin along,â Bilbo mumbled, wiping his hand on a towel heâd tucked into his belt. âNo peeking, come away!â he added out of habit.
He knew Kyra so well that he didnât have to look at her to know that sheâd be sorely tempted to open every cupboard and drawer in search of the treats and surprises heâd been concocting in secret for the big finale of the fall fair.
âOi, we were waiting for you,â FĂli exclaimed through the opening door. âWhat kept you so long?â
To Bilboâs dismay, the boysâ tall, handsome uncle and shepherd was nowhere to be seen.
Grimacing in embarrassment, Kyra shrugged sheepishly. âIâm ready now,â she said hastily, pressed a quick kiss onto Bilboâs heated cheek, and slipped out of the door.
âTheyâre just in a hurry because they want to corner Ori before he can slink home,â Tauriel informed her under her breath as they walked down the sleepy townâs beautifully decorated main street.
âOri,â Kyra repeated pensively. Sheâd spent many a summer at Bilboâs house, but then studies, first jobs, and unhappy relationships had kept her from visiting more than a few days here and there for entirely too long a time.
âPretty ginger fellow,â Tauriel, whoâd moved here to be closer to her boyfriend, confided with a wink. âHe works at the library. As far as I can tell, heâs always been here, so I think you should know him.â
Vague recollections of a skinny boy with soft eyes came to Kyraâs mind, andâwhen her heartbeat acceleratedâshe reminded herself not to put the cart before the horse.
âAh, I see you do remember,â Tauriel grinned.
Kyra blushed furiouslyâshe was unused to having female friends who caught on to the minutest shifts in her demeanour and facial expressions. Men, she found, were much easier to deceive in those matters.
As they walked on in companionable silence, Kyra realised something else. âAre we abducting that man? If he wanted to come with us, wouldnât he just join us of his own free will?â
Again, Tauriel merely smiled at her enigmatically. âHe doesnât know whatâs good for him,â she said cheerily before adding in a whisper that she suspected that Ori was nervous because there would be another woman attending.
âOh, but I donât want to ruin his fun,â Kyra cried out, feeling wretched.
âNot at all,â Tauriel smiled. âIn the name of friendship, Iâm going to admit that weâre all hoping that he might come out of his shell a little bitâŠhe does remember you, you know?â
Before Kyra could protest or flee, she was bodily shoved through the heavy double doors leading into the cool, calm interior of the deserted library.
Not a main attraction on the best of days, the building was entirely empty now as everybody was milling around outside to help or hinder the preparations for the main event, scheduled throughout the whole upcoming evening.
âOri? Come on, mate! They have a rollercoaster on the square!â KĂli hollered, making his companions flinch as his voice echoed shockingly.
âNo screaming in the library,â came a calm but determined reprimand from a dark corridor, andâa moment laterâa vision of copper and gold stepped out of the shadows, holding a dainty porcelain teacup in his pale, long-fingered hands. âI brewed a new potâcare to join me?â
âNo,â KĂli expostulated. âBlast your tea! Didnât you hear what I said? Thereâs a rollercoaster, and Uncle made us promise that weâd come to the forest as soon as possible. He and Bilbo have apparently outdone themselves!â
Visibly undecided, Ori shifted from one foot to the other.
âOh, yes, I remember,â Kyra whispered tenderly as she took in the nigh-ephemeral apparition before herâyears ago, Ori had been her favourite among the ever-changing throng of the âfriends of friendsâ sheâd met during her stays at Bilboâs.
Sweet-natured and soft-spoken, heâd promised to grow into a great beauty, and Kyra was delighted to learn that her instinctive assessment had been absolutely correct.
Now a man grown, Ori was gorgeous, and she willed her heart to quieten and her mind to keep working lest she say something silly.
âKyra is back, and we want to show her a good time, so she wonât desert us for so long ever again,â FĂli added insidiously, apparently knowing exactly how to pressure his friend into complying with their wishes.
âWhy wouldâŠIâm not sure that I make things better,â Ori muttered softly.
âDo you want her to go on the rollercoaster alone? Whereâs your chivalry, man?â KĂli exclaimed, clutching his chest in mock disbelief.
With a shivering sigh, Ori set down his teacup on the counter of the library and nodded. âGo ahead. Iâll lock up and get ready. Iâll meet you by the food stalls.â
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@fellowshipofthefics here's the first chapter of my fic for September!
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-> Chapter 2
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FOTFICtember - Chapter 5
Kyra goes camping. Bilbo has a hot shower. Everyone eats entirely too much sugar :D
Prompts: cuddling, soft, cinnamon, cold hands, rainstorms, sweet treats
Pairing: Ori x OC, KĂli x Tauriel, Bilbo x Thorin
Words: 1495
Warnings: sexual innuendo
As soon as he was gone, Tauriel stopped at the edge of the bonfire.
The dancing flames filled her rich, red hair with reflections of dying embers, and Kyra was mesmerised enough by the sight not to question the sudden interruption of their plans.
âSo, what did we miss?â the elfin beauty then asked, turning back to face Kyra, her bright eyes piercing and her soft mouth curled into a knowing smile. âDid you kiss Ori in the maze?â
âAs a matter of fact, I did,â Kyra admitted. âI was made to understand that it was some kind of tradition. Maybe, Iâll have good luck from now on.â
âIf you want that, yeah,â Tauriel sighed, playing with a strand of her hair absent-mindedly. âListen, we donât know each other as well as you might know my boyfriend and his brother, but Iâd like to think that weâve become friends since you arrived here this year, no?â
âSure,â Kyra agreed. She couldnât fathom what the other woman was getting at, and it started to make her nervous. âWhatâs up?â
âOriâŠIf Iâve understood the whole matter correctly, heâs had a major crush on you for years, so we decided to give him a little helpful nudge. Nevertheless, we donât want to pressure you into something you wouldnât be comfortable with.â
She now looked exceedingly uncomfortable and guilty.
âDo you deem him dangerous? If I were to reject him?â Kyra asked candidly for she trusted Taurielâs assessment. Since her return to these parts, sheâd come to respect and cherish KĂliâs girlfriend as a level-headed, fierce young woman.
Moreover, Kyra was not in a position to callously refuse the offer of an earnest friendship when it came her way.
âOri? Never,â the other guffawed. âBut, spending the night perched up in a tiny tent is another matter entirely than kissing in a maze, and I wanted you to be advised.â
âHeâs a darling, isnât he?â Kyra sighed and dashed forward when she saw that the corner where the cakes and buns were kept was deserted for the moment.
âOh yes, he absolutely is,â Tauriel agreed as they shovelled as many treats as they could onto chipped plates and melted into the deep, dark shadows of the nearby treeline. âHeâs the best, and we all adore him. Heâd never hurt youâŠâ
With a wicked smile, she picked a glazed cookie out of the heap and took a nibble. âI also tell you this for another reason. If, and itâs a big âifâ, you were even the slightest bit interested in dear Ori, youâll have to go for it. Heâs too honourable by far to risk discomfiting you when youâre stuck in the middle of the forest with him.â
âMakes sense,â Kyra mused. Inspired by her friendâs brazen theft, she chose a soft, plump cupcake and took a hearty bite from it. There was more than enough to share, she thought, and the others wouldnât miss what theyâd never seen.
Admiring Taurielâs fluid, unerring movements, Kyra let herself be led far beyond the warming light of the bonfire into the heart of the woods.
Ahead, a dimmer, more unsteady gleam beckoned to them, and soon theyâd reached the makeshift camp of three tents nestled between the massive roots of the surrounding trees.
âAh, there you are, my love,â KĂli exclaimed and promptly pinched a juicy slice of berry-cake from the plate Tauriel was carrying. âWe were about to send out a search and rescue team!â
Rolling her eyes, the tall redhead sank onto the nest of blankets theyâd scattered on the floor and sighed contentedly.
For a while, they simply sat in silence, eating cake and enjoying the charming song of the nocturnal forest, but then, the weather turned again, and a slight drizzle started to fall.
âCould turn into a proper rainstorm,â FĂli declared resolutely and went to check every single tent twice. âWe better retire for the night. Sleep well!â
Kyra had not even finished her apple cider when she was ushered into the tent along with the almost empty plate andâŠOri.
âDo you need anything? Now is the time,â he informed her, squinting at the dark sky suspiciously.
âNo, Iâm fine. My hands are a bit sticky,â she replied sheepishly and twitched when he took them in his own as if to check.
âYour hands are cold! Let me get you a wet wipe,â he exclaimed and turned around slowly in the cramped space to rummage through his bag until he pulled out his hygiene kit with a sound of triumph. âWe didnât account for such weather, Iâm afraid, so thereâs no space heater,â he said apologetically.
The whole floor of the tent was littered with soft, fluffy blankets, and Kyra burrowed herself into them eagerly as the staccato of furious rain started to batter the paper-thin walls in earnest.
Meanwhile, Oriâs gaze flitted nervously through their tiny sanctuary as if searching for a corner into which he could simply disappear.
âCome here,â Kyra invited, desperate to feel his warmth again. âI know a trick for dispelling the cold.â
As soon as heâd joined her, laying down on his side to face her, she pulled one of the blankets over them, tucking it in around their bodies to create a bubble of shared body heat.
Taurielâs words came back to her, and she lifted her gaze to his comely face in hopes of seeing any indication of that secret affection that had been insinuated.
âDo youâŠAre you warm enough?â Ori asked, worry tingeing his voice.
âIn a moment,â she replied, willing her teeth not to chatter too loudly as she inched closer to him little by little.
âI couldâŠâ he mumbled, snaking his arm around her and rubbing her back in slow, firm circles. âHowâs that?â
âWonderful,â Kyra admitted truthfully and scooted closer still until she was pressed against his chest, breathing in his clean, wholesome smell greedily.
Nestled in his warmth, she smiled as she felt his lips brush against the crown of her head silentlyâthis was all the encouragement she needed.
Thus, she tilted up her face to catch that furtive, tender kiss and deepen it.
âYou taste like cinnamon,â she slurred against his mouth. âI somehow knew you would.â
ââs because Iâm a ginger, huh?â he replied in the same muffled voice, unwilling to pull back and end the kiss.
âBrown sugar and cinnamon,â she purred. âSweet and a bit spicy, yeah, thatâs how I imagined you.â
Outside, the world was seemingly ending, but Kyra cared nought.
Her cold legs were intertwined with Oriâs strong thighs and sturdy calves, and she had buried her cold fingers in the fleece of another sweatshirtâhe apparently had an endless supply of soft, warm fabrics at his disposalâand she started to wonder what it would feel like to peel these protective layers off him one by one.
She decided to find out anon.
Across the forest, Bilbo was dripping wet and laughing breathlessly as he raced towards his car, Thorin hard on his heels.
âA rainstorm!â Bilbo cried. âAnd I thought it was all going so well until now!â
âIt was a success, donât fret,â the other reassured him. âAnd Iâm sure that Kyra is doing just fine wherever she is. Probably snuggled up in a warm tent, giggling into Oriâs foolish face!â
âAh, youâd know about silly visages, wouldnât you?â Bilbo grinned as he sped down the muddy forest path towards his quaint little cottage. âIâm too cold and wet to stay a moment longer than I must in this car,â he declared and turned up the heat to the maximum.
âSo youâll send me home on foot in this deluge?â Thorin exclaimed, feigning vexation.
âI didnât say that, you oaf!â Bilbo laughed. âAs the kids are all busy doing Yavanna knows what, I invite you to join me for a hot, restorative shower.â
This idea did much to brighten Thorinâs mood, and he even hummed a little tune as they pulled into Bilboâs driveway.
âJust the shower?â he then asked when they kicked off their sopping wet shoes and shrugged out of their drenched clothes that clung disgustingly to their clammy skin. âOrâŠâ
âI might have squirrelled away a few extra cakes and sweet treats in the pantry,â Bilbo informed him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. âFor the day after feast, butâŠâ
âTheyâve had quite enough sugar, I dare say!â Thorin declared haughtily, catching the other by the hips and pulling him into a passionate kiss that should have made any remaining moisture turn into steam within a single moment.
âRight you are,â Bilbo moaned. âWe can eat them in bed, later. Now, we really need a hot shower. I canât wait any longer to see you undressed. Come! After all, itâs a night for falling stars and magic.â
âYour wish is my command, dear colleague,â Thorin grinned. âAs you know, Iâd do anything for the success of the autumn fair.â
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@fellowshipofthefics here's the last chapter of my fic for September! Thank you for celebrating autumn with me!
Lots of love from me! <3
#og post#FOTFICtember#Fotfics#fotfic september challenge#Chapter 5#cuddling#soft#cinnamon#cold hands#rainstorms#sweet treats#Ori x OC#Ori#Thilbo#Bagginshield#Bilbo x Thorin#Thorin x Bilbo#Bilbo#Thorin#KĂli#KĂli x Tauriel#Tauriel
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FOTFICtember - Chapter 2
We go on with the Bagginshield chapter :D Bilbo and Thorin try to get the corn maze ready in time!
<- Chapter 1
Prompts: scarecrow, sunflower, cobwebs, tradition, acorns, leaf garland
Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin
Words: 1095
Warnings:tension, conflict, wild kissing, inappropriate behaviour
âGet a move on,â Bilbo barked, waving his hands in the air in a desperate display of flustered impatience.
His hands locked around the scrawny neck of the scarecrow he was presently trying to prop up against a haystack, Thorin glowered at his committee colleague. âIâm going as fast as I canâif you hadnât wasted most of the day baking, we could already be done.â
Ducking his head, Bilbo grumbled and went back to tucking sunflowers and acorns into the walls of the small corn maze theyâd hastily thrown up in a bid to delay and entertain the youngsters whoâd soon travel through the dense forest in small, chattering groups to attend the massive bonfire at the heart of the woods.
Heâd been afraid that Thorin would find the idea silly, butâwhen heâd grown tired of waiting for the other and had set out on his ownâheâd found the taciturn, enigmatic beauty lugging around hay bales dutifully, to his utter surprise.
âOh, the boys will love that,â Thorin had hooted when asked why heâd been on board with the corn maze right away.
âI hope they have a better sense of orientation than you,â Bilbo had teased, seduced into carelessness by his companionâs rare fit of cheeriness.
âSometimes,â Thorin had purred, leaning over Bilbo under the pretence of fiddling with the garland of golden autumn leaves heâd hung above the entrance of their humble labyrinth, âone wants to get lost. Why donât you help me spread these cobwebs about?â
At once, Bilbo could feel his cheeks heat up with a treacherous flushâhe knew that, in these parts, the autumn festival with its corn maze and bonfire was a well-established tradition. However, despite having settled in Lonely Mountain years ago, he was still not entirely sure that heâd understood and internalised all the intricacies.
A quick scan of their hard work told him that they were ready for the first people, tired of greasy food and the pitiful rollercoaster in the main square, to arrive. There truly was no reason to deny Thorin, and so he took the hand that was offered to him readily.
The heat of Thorinâs broad, calloused palm was so distracting that Bilbo lost his own sense of orientation only a few steps inâit was mortifying to accept, but he had no idea where they were even though heâd been involved in every step of the planning and erecting of the damned course.
Unfortunately, for all his well-meant ribbing, Bilbo had apparently not been wrong in his assessment of Thorinâs lack of sense of direction for they soon found themselves at a literal impasse.
âWonderful,â Thorin mumbled and started pulling apart his fake cobwebs to drape them over the dry hay. âWe shall have to remove them meticulously afterâtheyâre a danger to wildlife,â he commented while patting down the wisps conscientiously.
âIndeed,â Bilbo croaked, fiercely aware of the proximity of one heâd called a rival as often as a friend; he and Thorin regularly went toe-to-toe in fiery debates about what was best for their town, butâunderneath all the blusterâBilbo was exceedingly fond of the old grump.
In his youth, he was sure, Thorin must have been a gloriously gorgeous man. Even now, with silver streaks adorning his thick, dark hair and discreet wrinkles bracketing his thin-lipped, stern mouth, he was quite a sight to behold.
Neither one of them had ever been married or fathered children, and Bilbo had often wondered whether they had the same, never-addressed reason for foregoing so precious an experience.
Of course, they had nephews and friends they doted on, but that glaring omission nevertheless set tongue a-wagging in the county.
âWhat about that? Is that to your satisfaction?â Thorin asked, interrupting Bilboâs frantic musings unceremoniously. âDo you like it?â
âIs it meant to be spooky?â Bilbo countered with a question of his own; he only now fully processed the abundance of skeletons, scarecrows, and cobwebs Thorin had scattered throughout the maze and forest.
âNot necessarily,â Thorin replied with a shrug. âIt should be festive and jolly.â
Plucking a wilting sunflower from a crevice, he turned around and tucked it behind Bilboâs ear. âIâm sure your contributions balance out my own, and even the most fretful of youngsters will not be overly distressed when they have to make their way through our little trap to get to the bonfire.â
âI wouldnât want to mess with your traditions, you know,â Bilbo said, his voice dropping dangerously when Thorinâs hand was not retracted but hovered close enough to his sensitive ear that he could feel its warmth.
âDo you want to know about another of these âtraditionsâ then?â Thorin teased, letting his thumb ghost along the curve of Bilboâs burning cheek.
The other nodded jerkily, thus accidentally pressing his face into that elusive palm.
âWhen you take the wrong turn and find yourself at a dead end with someone nice, you might be tempted to linger a little,â Thorin informed him haltingly.
âIs that why we made this so convoluted despite the small size of the maze? So people could make out in the nooks and crannies?â Bilbo cried, utterly scandalised by such devious intent.
âPartially, yes,â Thorin laughed, and pressed his hands against the hay bale behind Bilbo, effectively bracketing his head and caging him between his muscular arms. âIs that so distasteful an idea to you?â
âThorin!â Bilbo squeaked, his heart thumping loudly and his palms growing moist with anticipation. âThe kids will arrive any moment.â
âNa,â Thorin contradicted. âTheyâll first thoroughly enjoy the rollercoaster. Unfortunately, itâs also tradition that it takes Balin and Dwalin much too long to get the fire going, so if the youths arrive too early, theyâll sit around cold and hungry. We have time.â
âIn that case,â Bilbo purred, arching his back and bringing his face closer to the bearded jaw before him as if to test the waters, âwe might as well make sure that our maze will not collapse if some ill-advised snogging was to take place. Itâs our duty, so to say.â
âI agree,â Thorin grinned and lowered himself gradually until he could finally press a soft kiss of long abiding and instant recognition onto Bilboâs parted lips.
No doubt, the others were wondering what kept them so long, but they could always claim to have lost their way.
A small, pudgy hand curled around the back of his neckâall smart plans and subterfuges melted out of Thorinâs mind at once.
This, he decided, was indeed a good, honourable tradition.
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@fellowshipofthefics here's the second chapter of my fic for September!
Lots of love from me! <3
#og post#FOTFICtember#Fotfics#fotfic september challenge#Chapter 2#scarecrow#sunflower#cobwebs#tradition#acorns#leaf garland#Bilbo#Thorin#Bagginshield#Thilbo#Thorin x Bilbo#Bilbo x Thorin#Autumn story#kissing#cute
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Fandom: The Silmarillion & Other Histories of Middle-Earth
Rating: M
Word Count: 7,611
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maedhros & Maglor, Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur, Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maglor, Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maedhros, Maedhros & Maglor (Tolkien)
Characters: Elros Tar-Minyatur, Elrond Peredhel, Maglor (Tolkien), Maedhros (Tolkien), Ambarussa (mentioned), ElurĂ©d and ElurĂn (mentioned), others sons of fĂ«anor mentioned, Gil-Galad (Mentioned), others mentioned
Tags: Kidnap Family | Elrond & Elros & Maedhros & Maglor as Family (Tolkien), Post-Third Kinslaying | Sack of Sirion (Tolkien), an exploration of the rocky dynamic before they found family in one another, how do you come to terms with the kindness of those who slew your kin?, Elros POV, Young Elros Tar-Minyatur, Young Elrond Peredhel, Protective Elros Tar-Minyatur, both the peredhil need a big big hug, maedhros and maglor are utterly miserable, technically gil-galad doesn't ever show up but i got the title from his name, so that in and of itself gets him an honorary mention in the tags
Summary:
Elrond and his advisors prepare for the Mereth Echui, Imladrisâ take on the most ancient festival of the Elves: a celebration of the awakening at CuiviĂ©nen.
Written for @fellowshipoftheficsâs FOTFictember Day 2 prompt: Lantern!
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FOTFICtember - Chapter 4
Kyra gets to enjoy the bonfire...and makes plans for the night to come!
Prompts: Bonfire night, apple cider, soup, forest, pumpkins, colours
Pairing: Ori x OC, Thorin x Bilbo, KĂli x Tauriel
Words: 1245
Warnings: Alcohol
âYou were made for this, huh?â Kyra chuckled as she turned on her heels before the massive fire, illuminating the clearing fitfully.
The shifting shadows painted ephemeral patterns on his face that thoroughly mesmerised herâin the opaque darkness, every colour of the festival seemed to be reflected in his beauty.
His skin was as pale and milky as the fake bones of the skeletons theyâd just left behind, and his hair shimmered in all the rich hues of the decorative pumpkins and golden leaves.
âFor what?â he asked dazedly.
âThe forest, the night, the fire,â she replied dreamily. âIâm sorry for just kissing you like that, please forgive me.â
âWhy did you?â he asked, not looking at her as he eyed the mugs of steaming mulled apple cider longingly instead. âDonât worry, I donât feel harassed or assaultedâŠmerelyâŠdare I sayâŠsurprised.â
âYou were too pretty not to,â Kyra admitted. âWhatâs smelling so nice over there?â
âApple cider,â he informed as a deep blush settled on his cheeks as if heâd downed several cups of the fragrant hot drink already. âDo you want any? I can get us some!â
His eagerness made her smileâshe remembered that as well. From their very first meeting, heâd always been ready to help others and unerringly intent on making those around him comfortable and happy.
Even as a mere child, sheâd appreciated that, and she was delighted to learn that even manhood hadnât stripped him of his generous kindness.
âIâll come with you,â she replied enthusiastically and followed him as he skirted the fire to get to the tiny table from which a steaming cauldron exuded its siren scent.
âIâll have two mugs, please,â Ori ordered politely.
âBy my beard, if it isnât little Kyra,â Ăin exclaimed loudly. âYou havenât been here for so long. How long was it exactly?â
Giving the elderly man a bright smile, Kyra winked. âIâm old enough for cider, donât worry.â
Ăin sniffed audibly. âIf youâre old enough to go making eyes at young Ori here, you can certainly stomach a cup of this, yes. Donât let Dori catch you, though.â
From the corner of her eye, Kyra saw Ori duck his head, conscience-stricken, which made her chuckle noiselessly. He truly was too precious for words.
âAnd see that you get some of that soup into youâitâs much too cold for you to be running around in a sweater and little more,â Ăin went on severely. âCome to think of it, maybe you should seek out Dori after all.â
âStop yapping their ears off,â another voice cut in. âYouâre ruining my brotherâs date.â
Nori slipped out of the shadows like a ghost, grinning from ear to ear. âWell met, brother mine. Mistress Kyra, how fare you on this fine night?â
As sheâd been ever fond of his crooked smile and hearty manner, Kyra gave him a good-humoured thumbs-up.
âWeâre going to see about that soup now,â she informed and pulled Ori away before he could get enmeshed in another curtain lecture.
Bonfire night, with its dancing colours and swirling aromas, was positively magical, and the thick, unctuous stew Bombur ladled into mismatched bowls the inhabitants of the town had provided for the night, made Kyra feel a twinge of regret as the thought of her imminent departure caressed her thoughts with cold fingers.
âI carved that one,â Ori said dreamily, pointing at a huge pumpkin standing beneath a nearby tree.
Almost dropping her spoon, Kyra stepped closer to admire his impeccable handiwork. âMan, you must be really nimble-fingered,â she teased, looking up at him from her crouching position with pure mischief in her eyes.
Ori looked as if he was about to swallow his own utensils, staring at her wide-eyed while his lips moved aimlessly without any sound emerging.
âThere you are,â KĂliâs voice interrupted the awkward moment. âWe started to believe that youâd already escaped to the nearest tent. You are camping here tonight, right?â
This was the first time Kyra heard of such a venture, and she cursed Bilbo silently. As she knew her uncle, he wouldnât approve of her spending the night in the woods where he couldnât protect her.
âI think so, yeah,â Ori replied softly behind her.
âIâm not sure,â Kyra started, unsure how to explain that it might be a bad idea for a woman to sleep alone in a strange forest after a night of carousing and alcohol. âBilboâŠâ
As if summoned by her waffling, her uncle burst into the clearing at that exact moment, Thorinâs thick arm slung possessively around his hip.
âBilbo looks to be in the right mood to be convinced,â KĂli exclaimed. âHe adores me. How could he deny his beloved step-nephew anything?â
And without further ado, he bounded away.
âIâm well afraid youâll be less safe at home, alone, than here,â Tauriel said as she watched her love tackle the two parental figures shamelessly. âWeâll all be here. You can bunk with us orâŠâ
She left the rest of her sentence hanging in the air but kept looking encouragingly at Ori all the while.
âYouâre very welcome to sleep in my tent, of course,â Ori said hastily, falling over his words in his eagerness to extend that gracious invitation. âThere shall be enough blankets and pillows to keep the cold at bay, and nobody would dare bother you.â
âBecause youâll protect me?â Kyra asked playfully.
Drawing himself up to his full height, Ori nodded solemnly. âAlso, youâre Bilboâs girl, and heâs Thorinâs man, which means that anyone just looking at you askance will have to contend with them.â
âAnd by extension with us,â Tauriel added grimly. âAnd Dwalin. And Balin. AndâŠthe whole lotâyou know how they are. Stay with us! Weâll nab some of those delicious buns Bilbo has made and eat them, surrounded by carved pumpkins as our only light source.â
âIâd love to,â Kyra admitted, unable to keep the bare yearning out of her voice.
âCome with me, girl,â Tauriel commanded. âWeâll get a refill while Thorin and Bilbo are occupied swatting aside KĂli.â
Turning to Ori, she winked. âOur tent is just across from yoursâif you want, you can already get a cosy vibe going. Weâll be there soon, with cake and buns, and then we can get the party started.â
If Kyra thought, even for a moment, that the long-legged, eminently elegant woman by her side intended to do all these things herself, she was much mistaken, though, for Tauriel grabbed FĂli by the arm in passing and tasked him with the discreet theft of some apple cider.
âThey agreed after much begging,â KĂli yelled across the clearing as he leapt towards them like a puppy having slipped out of its collar.
âHow did you convince them?â Tauriel asked tenderly, leaning forward instinctively to receive the kiss of celebration and shared triumph KĂli gave her.
âI told them Ori was sweet on her,â he replied with a shrug. âOn this evening of folly and love on which they have disappeared for a suspiciously long time only to arrive late and very lovey-dovey, they could hardly deny the boy his chance, could they?â
Kyra gasped. Tauriel broke into breathless laughter.
âGood, good,â she wheezed. âWeâve sent Ori ahead to prepare our little campground. Why donât you go and give him a hand? Tell him that this might be his last chance to shoot his shot, so to say!â
âWill do, boss,â KĂli grinned and bounced off.
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@fellowshipofthefics here's the fourth chapter of my fic for September!
Lots of love from me! <3
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Apple picking
This one was just the first thing that came to mind...
Characters: Thorin, KĂli, FĂli
Words: 131
Warnings: Slight sadness
âWhat about this one, Uncle Thorin?â KĂli was positively beaming with pride.
Just as he was about to look down, Thorin remembered something his sister had said and bent his stiff knees to be on eye level with his youngest nephew.
âThat is indeed a wonderful apple,â he praised and tucked the proffered fruit into his already overflowing basket dutifully.
Observing how KĂli was now rubbing his grimy fists against his soulful, all-seeing eyes, Thorin scooped him up lovingly before running after FĂli who was recklessly trying to climb the last tree of the orchard.
âNone of that, young prince,â he laughed, plucking his sister-son like another apple from the low-hanging branch.
Remembering his own lost brother and his fondness for ripe apples, the uncrowned prince smiled bravely through the pain.
@fellowshipofthefics here we go with the next one!
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Cuddles
Dear @jaz-the-bard, thank you so much for this lovely prompt. I hope you'll like this :D
Characters: Maedhros, Maglor, Elrond, Elros
Words: 209
Warnings: Sick kids, reference to crimes
Eyes bulging and heart beating fast, Maedhros stared at two pale faces; his own contorted into a mask of incomprehension and distress at the mewling sound of misery escaping those who had gone from mere hostages to something much more dangerous and much less simple to define.
âThey are ill,â Maglor commented, his powerful voice trembling treacherously. âArenât they?â
Maedhros shrugged, only moving his good shoulder jerkily, and stepped closer to the makeshift cot they had cobbled together for the two half-elven children in their care.
Huge, feverish eyes met cold, grey onesâwhile holding his twin clasped in his bony embrace, Elrond was visibly struggling to make sense of the contradiction of healthy apprehension and needy despair.
After a breathless moment of inner debate on all accounts, the boy lifted his arms pleadingly.
It had been centuries since those two murderers had held trembling younglings in their intrepid arms, butâin the face of such barefaced, humble needâthey did not hesitate.
âTime to recall your lullabies, KĂĄno,â Maedhros chuckled under his breath and swept the sweat-moist hair from a heated brow tenderly.
For all the callous, terrible mistakes they had undoubtedly committed, they were sure now that wrapping their guilty flesh protectively around undisputed innocence was right.
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