#frodo in erebor

[bitkahuna]

“I heard you died.”

Bilbo was snapped out of this thoughts as he turned to Frodo. The hobbit took a deep breath, sighing and closing his eyes. “I … I did, yes. I died.” He swallowed hard as he opened his eyes. It wasn’t pleasant to think about. “I spoke with Yavanna. She … she said she would bring me back if I stayed in Erebor, and, by Thorin’s side.”

Frodo snapped up into a seated position. “You what?”

Bilbo said nothing. He wasn’t sure if he was ashamed or embarrassed, but whatever it was, it didn’t feel good.

“You made a deal with Our Lady of the Shire to, to what? Watch over Erebor and it’s king?” His eyes were wide. Frodo couldn’t place the feelings inside himself. He was shocked, to be sure. But he was also, scared. Bewildered. Confused. “What’s coming that Erebor needs to be protected from?”

Bilbo’s tense face dropped to one of dumbfounded fear. He’d never though to wonder that.

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Excerpt from the new chapter I just posted

[lucigoo]

hiya! ❤️ for the WIP tag, I'd like to know more about the frodo one please 👀

Of course, Its cute one imo. Frodo is tired of Uncle Bilbo being sad, he gets even sadder when he gets letters from his dwarves far away. So whats a faunt to do but go there and let Mr King Dain let Uncle Bilbo visit. And if Frodo is there, Uncle Bilbo will visit, hopefully the dwarves will sotp him grounding Frodo forever, but if Uncle Bilbo smiles, it will be worth it. Snippet:

"Dain isn't the King laddie. He's Lord of the Iron Hills. Dain doesn't live in Erebor.” Balin explained gently.

The hobbit's little face screwed up in confusion. "Yes he does, he's King under the Mountain,  Uncle said so. He said he didn't deserve it, because he did nothing but kill a few orcs at the end. Uncle said he came in and stole Thorin's throne because Thorin was an idiot and went and upped and died." 

Every dwarf in the hall went quiet and Thorin choked on his saliva in surprise. Fili bashed him on the back, not taking his eyes off the tiny child in front of them.

"Lad, is your Uncle Bilbo Baggins?" Balin asked hopefully. The lad nodded his head enthusiastically.

Thorin stood once again and slowly moved forward. "But ... but Bilbo Baggins, Hero of Erebor is dead." He said sadly.

"No, he isn't, he's at Bag End, well, actually, he's probably on his way and really mad at me" the little hobbit answered with a sheepish smile. 

"And why is your Uncle mad at you lad? What's your name too if you don't mind my asking?" Balin asked, gaining the lad's attention again. 

The boy stood as tall as possible "Frodo Baggins, son of Drogo and Primula, ward of Bilbo Baggins at your service" he said, giving a very dwarven bow and then adding quietly to Balin "Uncle said that's how dwarves introduce themselves and we should always be polite because otherwise they might throw your plates and sing daft songs".

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Do you know of any Bagginshield fics where Bilbo takes Frodo to Erebor, then Frodo returns later and has issues trying to settle in Hobbiton?

This was certainly an interesting challenge and I appreciate the question! Unfortunately, I could not find any in my bookmarks/spreadsheet that fit the prompt. I have two really good ones for Bilbo taking Frodo to Erebor! But neither really follow up with Frodo back in the Shire. I'm going to rec them below anyways, but if anyone knows a fic that fits better please feel free to add on! I'd love to read it myself.

A Long List of Happy Endings by vicious_summer

A Most Sensible Idea by HildyJ

[velvet4510]

It blows my mind that by giving the mithril shirt to Bilbo, Thorin indirectly saved Frodo and thus prevented the Ring-bearer from dying and the Quest from failing. The world was ultimately saved because the exiled King Under the Mountain fell in love with a hobbit.

[shurikthereject]

Thorin and his tiny son <3

I think Thorin would definitely take Frodo everywhere, even meetings. So just imagine a very serious and important king with a tiny child in his arms!

[idontcarecarebear]

‘But you are a dwarf, and dwarves are strange folk. I do not like this place, and I shall like it no more by the light of the day. But you comfort me, Gimli, and I am glad to have you standing nigh with your stout legs and your hard axe.’

I think this was Legolas trying to flirt with Gimli and I think it’s working.

[coveredinsun]

i’ve seen gimleaf fics where they each try to find out how to court by the other’s traditions. and i love those, so i think they ought to be taken a step further. and i think the way to do that would be, naturally, to make bagginshield real. allow me to explain why. ahem. after the ring is destroyed, girlfailure legolas spends two weeks poring over The Ancient Texts and stressing because his one (1) friend who WOULD help him (that’s aragorn) knows jack shit about dwarves beyond the surface (no pun intended) (well gandalf knows things but gandalf is a bitch) (he would just smile at legolas knowingly and wish him good luck instead of giving him answers).

so alas, girlfailure “shit tier ass elf” legolas is left to like, idk, sulk or something in the garden he starts at the Bestie Residence in minas tirith. and after like 2 days sam’s had enough he’s like “dude your vibes are upsetting the plants.” and legolas is like “my bad bro. it just seems i know nothing about dwarves which i probably should’ve thought about before, by elf standards, getting hitched in vegas.” and sam is like “oh dwarves? just ask mister frodo ^_^ he knows tons about dwarves!” and legolas is like “what the shit? him in particular? why does he anything about dwarves?” and sam leans in reaaaalllllll close and whispers behind his hand, “well you see mister elf, mister legolas, sir, there’s always been a very healthy amount of rumors that go around in the shire about mister frodo’s uncle, mister bilbo, and the letters he used to exchange with a certain king under the mountain.” and legolas, who was THERE, is like

[bagginshieldfamily]

Okay but the fix it writers when it’s been three, no, nearly four year after Bilbo left the lonely mountain. He saw them die. Thorin and his nephews. He knew he couldn’t stay to watch them mourn. He felt to responsible for having been knocked out earlier and now being the sole reason the line of Durin has fallen. But then those four years later, Bilbo is doing his merry finest to act like nothing had happened to crush his soul. To act like a regular hobbit around the others. He gardens and bakes and hell, he’s has a little fauntling toddling about the hobbit hole. He had a family. A boy. And then that early morning knock at breakfast. A very much alive and desperate looking King Under the Moutian and his trusted company. All alive and accounted for at his round home door. There was a lot of misunderstanding later and explaining that was gonna need done from both sides, especially with a certain tiny dwobbit playing on the ground.

[msbilberry]

Thorin just said, “so this is the hobbit”, and Bilbo mentally already rebuilt Erebor, planted an acorn and raised Frodo with Thorin.

[thethirdtreeofvalinor]

POV: You, a figurehead of a nation, have travelled to another land for a meeting as a messenger of your nation’s status of the captivity of a prisoner you were entrusted with. You were relatively calm before your presentation, your speech practiced, and your spirit as light as your feet on the ground. However, before you conceived to give your testimony, a friend of yours (who had diplomatic immunity in the land) drew all the attention in the meeting to himself. He regaled his hardships with traveling as a man set to govern one day. He spoke of the nearly two decades he had spent tracking your prisoner, a War Criminal in many of the other representative’s territories, at the behest of the wisest in your vicinity, a martyr of your generation. You learn of the struggle to capture the murderer that constantly evaded him. A priceless heirloom is brought up in the conversation, as how could it not be? It was the cause of the very meeting. Several nations were called upon to contemplate its destruction as none could escape its manipulation, its corruption greater than that of money could ever tempt. And it was your convict that held possession of it before his imprisonment. Your friends admits that he is glad that the fiend is in chains, not hounding after the nephew of a treasured comrade of a sovereign kingdom, a friend of its King before his untimely death in battle. You shake in your seat unnoticed as you begin to realize that maybe the daily walks for your detainee through the forest should not have existed. You are next to speak. Your tongue feels heavy. You are shitting your pants. You are Legolas Greenleaf, Crown Prince of Mirkwood.

[thorin]

i wrote a little something that i have no idea if i'll continue, but i just really wanted to write a bagginshield fic through kíli's point of view, i thought it'd be fun. so enjoy!

tw: a bit of angst, mention of blood, but nothing too graphic, or excessive.

Contrary to popular belief, Kíli was not stupid.

He knew there'd been something going on between his uncle and Mr. Baggins the second he saw him break a smile —which was already suspicious— at Bilbo at the Carrock before hugging him —even more suspicious— after he'd defended his uncle from what was certain death.

Now don't get him wrong, he was more grateful to Bilbo than he could ever say. He saved Thorin's, and Fíli's, and his life too many times to count. He'd stayed after the battle had died down, and helped the healers, elven and dwarven alike, tend to the wounded and bury the fallen. He'd spent his entire days helping Bombur cook food at the makeshift camp they'd set at the base of the mountain, and when he wasn't cooking, he was stealing peaches and apples from the elves' food carts just for him and Fíli when they were bedridden. And he'd sit beside Thorin and wait for him to wake up when his nephews couldn't be there for him.

Kíli really liked Bilbo. He'd grown on him, all of them, truly. He just couldn't believe someone so small could be so brave, and feisty!

Which is why he was extremely confused when he'd heard Bilbo would be going home after Thorin had woken up.

His first reaction was that he felt abandoned. How could a member of their company simply choose to leave after all they'd been through together? He almost shouted his disagreement, before Fíli took his arm, shaking his head, and looked right at Bilbo: tear tracks on his dirty face. Maybe he wasn't leaving by choice.

He looked to his uncle, sat up against the wooden bedpost. His jaw was set and his adam's apple bobbed, as if it were physically hurting him to not speak up. His eyes were transfixed by Bilbo's back, like if he tried hard enough, his eyes could tell Bilbo all he wouldn't say.

Understanding flashed through Kíli's mind in a second. But it was too late. He tried speaking up again, aware of this new piece of information that he'd uncovered, but Thorin wouldn't have it. And it was frustrating Kíli greatly, because he'd never heard his uncle, his brave, tenacious uncle, speak with such a small, hoarse voice before, and say that if Bilbo wishes to leave, then he is free to go, with his blessing.

None of it rang true. How did no one notice? Why wasn't anyone saying anything?

By the time he'd looked at Bilbo again, he was already out of the tent, backpack on his shoulders.

Kíli was not proud of how he acted. He'd shouted at Thorin, painfully aware of his uncle's feeble health, but unable to contain his grief: he'd killed hundreds and seen another hundred killed, he'd almost lost his brother and uncle, and almost left his mother all alone in this world, and now his friend was leaving him, leaving them all. He'd fought relentlessly for months, why couldn't his uncle fight just a little longer, a little more? Why wouldn't he fight for his family like he said he always would?

Oin kicked Kíli out of the tent the second he saw Thorin's bandages become red. He was horrified. He'd never dream of hurting Thorin, but everything felt wrong. He'd never once cried on this journey. Not when his uncle was knocked unconscious by that foul orc, nor when he'd lost the rune stone given to him by his mother. But now he couldn't hold it in. It all came pouring out as someone —his brother, surely— held him, kneeled down on the ground. He wept until the stars came out.

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Months had passed ever since Azsâlul'abad was reclaimed. The harsh Eastern winter had finally given way to spring's sunshine rays, and although the mountain's citizens couldn't say they lived an easy life, they had food and a roof over their heads, which was more than they'd had for years. More and more dwarves were coming home from all over Middle-Earth, as word of Smaug's death was starting to spread. Reconstruction was slow, but steady, and life had shaped itself into a vibrant routine under the Lonely Mountain.

Kíli and Fíli had been crowned princes, and Thorin had been crowned king. His mother had finally come to join them on a caravan she lead from Shahrulbizad, and each member of the company was appointed to some sort of important position in the king's court. It was difficult for Kíli and his brother to get used to their new lives as royalty and the responsibilities that came along with it, and Kíli was grateful for any moment of respite he could have away from the eccentric Iron Hills nobles and Balin's royal classes. His days all looked the same, and yet he found he just couldn't get used to this new life.

Thorin, Kíli had noticed, clearly felt the same, though there was no running away for him. For any person that didn't know his uncle, they'd think he looked perfectly normal, if only a little stern. But Kíli knew that look. It was the same one he'd wear on his face when he attended feasts, sat at his throne, silent, while everybody around him drank and laughed. Or when he attended meetings with the court. Or when he watched Bilbo leave, a winter ago.

Kíli was not stupid. He saw how much his uncle suffered, and how much every single member of the company missed their friend. He missed Bilbo, too.

Which is why he sent a letter adressed to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End in the Shire, pretending to be Thorin II, King Under the Mountain, begging him to come back.

Surely that would solve everybody's problem. Right?

[bitkahuna]

Pippin hesitated for a few moments, his eyes staring off into the distance to watch everyone milling about in the marketplace, buying and selling, laughing, smoking, and drinking. It was so lovely and simple. “Thainship.”

The other two sat up straighter at this. The nature of Pippin’s inheritance had been particularly contrived, as all of his older sisters turned the position down for it to fall to him.

“Yea?” Frodo prompted.

His cousin sighed, thinking on it. “I don’t know if I want it.”

The three of them were silent at Pippin’s confession. Nobody knew quite what to say. It was especially hard for Pippin, who couldn’t stand the silence. He felt as if there was something else he should be saying. Some correct collection of words to draw some sort of guidance or advice from his cousins. But there was nothing.

“Anything?” He tried.

Frodo took a deep breath. “Well, it’s your life. You don’t have to.” It was the simplest solution he could think of, and, frankly, it was true. Pippin didn’t have to accept. “There’s really no shortage of Tooks.”

Pippin cracked a smile. “I know.” He said, thinking on the line of succession. “But … if I don’t … it goes to Aunt Hildibrand Bolger.”

Merry looked uncomfortable at the mention. “I really don’t mean to speak ill … but nobody wants a Bolger for Thain.”

“Nobody.” Frodo agreed. “And she might not even want it. She doesn’t have any heirs, and a Thain has to have heirs.” The trick was that she was still young enough to have them.

Pippin let out a breathy chuckle as his mind wandered down the family tree. “That puts Bilbo next.” He looked at Frodo. “And he’s in Erebor now … and you’re his heir.”

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Just posted!!

[nariaein]

AU: Frodo returns from Mordor a shell of his former self. That being said, Thorin and Bilbo are determined to help in any way they can.

[gnomescarfcomics]

Middle-earth shots of the week

[velvet4510]

Unpopular opinion incoming. I’m feeling brave right now so please nobody hate me for this.

As much as I ship Bilbo and Thorin, I actually don’t think their relationship would’ve worked out if Thorin had lived. (And I say this as a hopeless romantic.) I think it would’ve turned out like the ending of La La Land.

Their paths were just too different. Bilbo was not the type to be a royal consort, ruling over others, and Thorin was not the rural, domestic type. Bilbo had a purpose in the Shire to fulfill (adopting Frodo) and Thorin had a duty to his people for which he’d spent his entire life fighting. Bilbo would never ask Thorin to give that up and come to the Shire with him, nor would Thorin, in his right mind, force Bilbo into a role for which he was not suited - no matter how much either of them may have wanted to.

Plus what if Thorin had been exposed to the Ring for years and years while Bilbo inevitably kept it with him? Especially if they both stayed in Erebor? There’s a chance it might’ve brought back the dragon sickness and torn them apart.

I think this actually adds to the beauty and complexity and tragedy of their relationship. Opposites do attract sometimes, and they were drawn to each other’s differences as well as their core similarities. But pragmatically, it’s not very likely that a long-term relationship would’ve succeeded. If Bilbo had stayed, or if Thorin had left, there would’ve inevitably been some resentment on either side, especially considering Thorin’s pride.

And the fact is I think they loved each other too much to ever demand that either of them give up his core identity for anything, even a relationship.

[shurikthereject]

I've heard this headcannon once or twice saying that Hobbit's sleep in piles. So i had to interpret that but with Thorin, Bilbo and Frodo, in the end i had the fluffiest family feels doodle ever.

I think Frodo would definitely be a kicker when he sleeps. And when he's sleeping with Bilbo and Thorin and gets out of control with his kicking (Thorin being his main victim), he has to get carried back into his own bed.

Thorin would snore, especially when hes comfortable and is feeling safe. When he snores, he's probably also having the best sleep ever. Bilbo got used to dwarrow snoring while travelling with thirteen of them and Frodo's a heavy sleeper (he could sleep upside down if he wanted) so it never became a problem.

If you have more ideas you'd like to share feel free to comment! I truly appreciate it <333