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miklansur1 · 1 month ago

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Thorin Oakenshield x Modern!Reader

Warning: None

Type: Fluff

A/n: just a short story to show people how I write so that if you guys like my writing, you can start requesting. ☺️

Summary: You and Thorin are the last people awake and you take this as an opportunity to talk with Thorin.

The whole company was asleep. Except for two people, Thorin and Y/n. That was the only reason the fire was still going. Both of them sat at opposite ends of the cave. Thorin was sat up, leaning against the cave as he examined his sword. It was his turn for night watch duty. Which he volunteered for…it didn’t even seem he was tired.

While Y/n was on the other side of the cave, laying down unlike Thorin. Her eyes wide open, thinking deeply. She can’t lie and say that she didn’t like being in one of her favorite movies, but it was so hard to sleep with the constant snoring, the blazing fire, and the make-shift bed. If she could even call it a bed. It more like a sleeping bag, just thinner.

So she finally had enough and tiredly sat up in the bed. Her exhausted eyes meeting Thorin’s blue eyes.

“Why are you still awake? We have a long road ahead of us.” Thorin sternly spoke. Making eye contact with Y/n as she stretched.

“I could ask you the same thing…” Y/n responded, yawning as she leaned herself against the wall.

“Is something troubling you, Y/n?” Thorin asked, noticing Y/n usual expressions faded away and replaced with exhaustion. With black circles under her eyes. “I can tell something is weighing you down.” Thorin added.

“Can you really…?” Y/n teased, chuckling softly to herself. Her eyebrows furrowing as Thorin got up from his spot from the opposite side of the cave to sit beside her.

“Is it because you are tired or would you like to talk? I am always to listen, even if your voice has already tired me out.” Thorin added, sliding his sword back into its sheathe. Taking a deep breath. He had to admit that seeing Y/n so tired and quiet was new to him. She was just like his two nephews, loud, bubbly, funny.

But…her sudden seriousness is new and almost sad for Thorin to see. Especially for how long he has gotten to know her. She was much different than the women he met before, it wasn’t because she came from a different world, literally, but she was so unique in his eyes.

She was intriguing to Thorin. As Thorin got to know Y/n, he was surprised to find out that she even has any problems, in his eyes, she was…almost…perfect. But of course he would never say that to her face…Nor that he could even do that…Her features made it almost impossible to look away.

Thorin quickly pushed those thoughts away and watched the fire as it blazed and withered around each second.

“I kind of miss my life back home…I never thought I would be the one to say this, but I kind of miss my bed and the food and even my pet.” Y/n explained, chuckling quietly to herself.

“I understand how it feels to be homesick…I have felt it so many times I lost count.” Thorin commented.

“Truly, I am on this adventure to find a way out, once I find it, I’ll be gone…no offense.” Y/n added.

That kind of stung for Thorin. He didn’t know why but it was truly her decision. Thorin doesn’t exactly have a reason to keep her here.

“Hm…that would hurt the rest of the company. Especially my nephews, Fili and Kili, they have grown quite fond of you.” Thorin nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath after, relaxing himself.

“Have they? I am surprised by how much they are your opposite considering that you are their uncle.” Y/n giggled. “They take more of your looks than personality. I wouldn’t have guessed you were related to them if they hadn’t told me.”

“Honestly, I would have guessed they were your sons…” Y/n added. “Do you have sons Thorin?” Y/n suddenly asked out of pure curiosity, her head turning to looked at Thorin.

That question caught Thorin off guard. He didn’t even have children, not even a lover. He never exactly thought of it like that. In which he shrugged in response.

“I don’t have children.” Thorin answered sternly.

“You don’t??? Interesting…” Y/n nodded.

“Why don't you head back to sleep? I will continue my night watch.”

“I will try.”

Y/n gave Thorin one last smile before laying back down on the thin sleeping bag. Trying to make do with what she had. Even if it took her a while to actually fall asleep.

The next morning, she actually slept, but she didn’t sleep well, her back hurt a lot. So now she was awake and still tired. Finding herself blinding from the light and the sound of everyone talking and packing their things. Wait…why was she the last one to wake up? Why did nobody wake her up as early as they usually did.

So she got up in a panic, confused to find Thorin’s jacket resting over her shoulders.

Had Thorin been the one to let her sleep in? That made Y/n smile, that was thoughtful….

#the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thorins company #fili and kili #kili #kili durin #thorin x reader #x reader #fili durin #fluff #one shot #first post #fypage #fypシ #short story

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noirbriar · 11 months ago

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What if/ headcanon things

Been running around The Hobbit/LOTR tags for awhile so i'm still learning lore and things. Recently gotten hooked to The Silmarillion side and after thinking about Gondolin Erestor, random thoughts of Feanorian Erestor/ Erestor Caranthirion got me thinking so what ifs: 1) Fili and Kili actually met Maglor and saves him from fading/despair on one of their work trips.Until Erestor, on one of his trips to seek out Elrond's father, finally locates Maglor with their help. Watch the drama unfold later in the Hobbit when Glorfindel&Erestor returns to Imladris to find the vegan feast and the chief councillor's surprise to find the young dwarrow he met are princes. They catch up and talks about Maglor until Erestor notices something off. Like,dear Valar, Lindir, is the kitchen slow today in bringing out the food, why is it all just salads? Quietly with a raised brow in wonder to dear Lord Elrond? They helped your Atya, why are we not being a better host? The rest of the company are now looking at Fili and Kili for answers, with the Great Stare from their uncle. Whereas Bilbo and Gandalf are on the side watching the drama. Glorfindel gets emotional seeing the swords from Gondolin, especially his dear friend's and King's.And the dwarrows are intrigue with the balrog slayer and his mate casually giving pleasantries in Kuzdul though with an old accent. will this change the hobbit's plot? maybe idk

small ficlet for this AU here

2) Elrond sails and upon arrival on the Western shores (after elf-napping his foster father) He is reunited with his parents & Celebrian and spots Maedhros and his brothers and Celebrimbor beyond the docks. Before he can even reach out to his other father, Carathir swoops in and is brokenly asking where is his "lil owlet". Elrond is confused until Maedhros wrangles his emotional brother and clarifies to the stunned group that he meant Erestor. "Oh?Erestor?He is staying for his belated honeymoon.He just bonded and-""WITH WHO??!THE TAPESTRY DIDN'T SHOW THAT!?" "Was a lil impromptu really. But they couldn't wait and Glorfindel-"LAUREFINDIL??" Caranthir and the rest of the Feanorians turn to Glorfindel's side of the family and both side stares.Until Carathir storms off to confirm the tapestries again.

Into the Fourth Age, when the couple finally arrives: Carathir: How could you get married without a family's blessing?! Erestor: Like I could?! Besides I had my cousin!*gestures to Elrond* and my uncle!*gestures to Maglor sneaking away* Carathir: WTF Erestor: Besides, YOU didn't marry with your family's blessing! everyone else:...

Ambarussa: he has a point brother

Carathir: *losing his mind*Laurefindil is too old for you!

Erestor: YOU were too old for amil!

Celegorm: oof

Carathir: *seething and struggling* I can't argue with that why can't I argue with that?? Maedhros: hello Laurefindil, welcome to the family. Glorfindel:...

Ecthelion and Egalmoth meanwhile are laughing their asses off. Elrond and his sons as well.

#glorestor #erestor #glorfindel #headcanon #what if #silmarillion #the hobbit #fili #kili #maglor

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gatheringfiki · 3 days ago

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The following ficlet was written by @lazysaturdayonthebeach based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, T

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

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Christmas Memories

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Prince Fili Valison, Lion of Erebor, son of Princess Dis Thrainsdottir, grandson of Thrain, King Under the Mountain, lay in the snow beside his cousin, Prince Kili Frerinson also grandson of Thrain, King Under the Mountain. They waved their arms and swung their legs in and out to make snow angels. It was a good time to talk about important things like pets and cocoa and cookies and Christmas.

“What’s your favorite Christmas memory?” Fili asked. He was ten and Kili was seven.

“I don’t remember it exactly, but I remember someone had a mouse they let me pet. I remember a bunch of dogs and flying across the snow. I remember being really happy and feeling loved,” Kili answered. He nodded solemnly, his dark wavy hair bunching up under his head.

“I remember that. It was the first time Uncle Frerin brought you to the winter palace for Christmas. The dogs were pulling a sleigh and we were sitting with great-grandfather Thror as we raced through the grounds in the snow.”

“Did you still have the mouse?”

“No. He fell asleep and didn’t wake up. We buried him in the gardens.” Fili suddenly looked sad and tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, beginning to spill down his cheeks. “He was my best friend.”

Kili crawled over and hugged his cousin. “It’s okay, Fee. I’ll be your best friend now. Daddy says we’ll be living here since mama died.” Tears began to run down his cheeks too.

Fili returned the hug, and sat back, blond curls bouncing around his shoulders.

“Do you remember anything else?”

“I remember a boy with golden hair that made me feel happy.”

“That’s me. I’m that memory you don’t remember.” Fili said.

Kili nodded again. “That’s good. You make me feel happy now too.”

Fili stood and held out his hand to help his little cousin stand. “Want to go to get cookies and hot chocolate?”

Kili nodded enthusiastically and they ran inside, hand in hand.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2024 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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i-am-still-bb · 2 months ago

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 1

Race against the clock (search party / panic attack / “if only we could hold on”)

A/N: A month late, but I'm still here. NaNo started on Friday. My goal is 25k not the full 50k and I'm glad I made that decision because I would already be so far behind if 50k was the goal.

The Hobbit, T Gen Words: 2,128

The air was cold.

That was all Thorin could think about.

It was cold.

It has already snowed a handful of times. The roads over the Divide had already closed once. That snow had melted quickly. And the road had opened within 48hrs of closure. But it had closed. And it was getting colder. And the days were getting shorter by 3 minutes each day.

And there were low clouds on the horizon. And they loomed threatening. And Thorin could smell that more snow was on the way.

And Fili and Kili were missing.

He looked to the mountains. It was sunny right now casting the peaks in sharp relief. In the dark shadows the white patches of still unmelted snow lingered where they had been untouched by the sun in days. The sky was bright blue, deeply saturated. It was a beautiful day. The yellow aspens practically glow in their groves nestled among the round topped ponderosa pines.

But he shivered.

It had been a beautiful day and he had been looking forward to taking the boys to the park where they would sprint down the short trails that ended where they began, run from swings, to slide, to climbing apparatus, and back again, all of which were fenced in. Safe. He often lost sight of one of them for a bit, but he usually found them hiding behind a tree, climbing a slide, or he had jus somehow missed them when he had scanned the scene.

But the woods had no fences. No safe trails that were gently graded with no real way of getting lost in any fashion.

Dis’ voice yanked him away from his dark thoughts.

She was squared up to a sheriff in dark brown and yellow uniform. Her voice increased in volume, and Thorin recognized the sharp edge to it from their childhood. Dis was settling in for a fight. “They’re just little boys! What do you mean it’ll take time for people to get here? I’ve lived here my entire life! The worst thing that has ever happened to occupy was when one of you—” here she stabbed a finger at him, and Thorin completely dropped his thoughts to intervene to prevent his normally logical, greater-good minded sister, from doing something she would regret. “--was embezzling! What is there going on? A big horned sheep in the road? Who the fuck fucking cares?!” Her voice cracked. “My boys, my sons are missing.”

“Ma’am…” the sheriff deputy started.

“Are you just going to lea—” her voice was quiet now, cracking.

“Hey,” Thorin stepped between Dis and the sheriff, angled so he was entirely blocking out the sheriff. He took her shoulders in his hands, heavy, reassuring. “I can do this.”

Dis’ eyes were wide, wet and she nodded. She reached up and took one of Thorin’s hands in both of hers. Her grip was crushing, but her hands trembled and spasmed against his. He gave her hand a squeeze, quick, fast, a remnant from their childhood, a silent I’m here. I love you. And then loosened his grip a modicum.

“I can have some guys here within thirty minutes, and more will be able to come as they get off work, make the drive, whatever, to join with your guys. What I need from you is someone to co-ordinate.”

“Sir, it really is best if we handle the search—”

“You’ve already said that it will take time to get your people here,” he held up a hand to halt the deputy’s words, “I don’t give a flying fuck why it will take time. All that matters is that the can’t be here right damn now. And we need people looking right fucking now. And we need more than just two people looking. We looked until we saw your car coming and covered basically no ground.”

“I understand your concern. But too many people tends to create more problems than it solves. It’s best to let us deal with everything from the start.”

“I don’t think you do! Are your kids out there? Fili is only 7. Kili is 5. He only just learned how to tie his shoelaces. Surviving in the woods overnight is probably going to be a bit beyond him,” Thorin’s voice is acerbic. “If problems happen you can tell my guys to fuck off, but until then I want eyes looking for my nephews to bring them home. I will be calling my guys no matter what you say. I’m really just giving you a heads up and giving you the opportunity to make us more effective because we’ve never had to fucking do this before.”

“I understand, sir. Let me talk to my superiors and see what they say.”

Thorin’s voice is still sharp, “You do that.”

He glares at the straight back of the officer as he crosses the lawn to his cruiser and his radio. Thorin did not look away until he saw the officer pick up the radio and hold the mic to his mouth to speak. That’s when he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened his contacts.

“We should have just done this first,” he grumbled.

“I called you.”

“You did. And I should have called all of the guys instead of thinking I could just…” he sighed, sounding defeated. “I don’t know.” He slammed his thumb into the phone icon under Dwalin’s name. It rang out; Thorin’s blood pressure increasing the entire time.

Redial.

“He has Do Not Disturb on,” Thorin said, explaining to Dis and to his own hammering heart.

Five rings later…

“What do you want?”

—

Dwalin was at the house within fifteen minutes with Ori and Nori in tow. Dwalin was still wearing his welding gear and Ori’s bewilder expression said that he had not been told why they were leaving the job sight in the middle of the day. Dwalin had turned monosyllabic, answering with grunts and yeahs before he hung up the phone with Thorin. His mind already turning over ideas, plans, and trying to ignore any negative outcomes that came to mind.

The others slowly trickled in over the next hour or two.

The sheriff's deputy returned with the information that Search and Rescue was being activated. Thorin had nodded and still taken the local topography map that Dwalin had stored in the glove box of his car for whatever reason. Together they muddled through half-forgotten information about how lost people behave that they had heard over the years.

But Fili and Kili were not grown ups. And sometimes the logic just did not seem to work for them.

They itched standing over that map. Arms were crossed, feet shuffled, but everything about their bodies screamed for action. Ori and Dis had set about gathering backpacks, and bits of gear, ropes, baselayers, emergency blankets, food, a comfort item for each of the boys and stowing them in backpacks for each searcher.

—

“Wait!” Kili shouted.

Fili stopped and turned around. Kili was crawling up the slope behind him. The hanging straps from his backpack kept snagging on low hanging, sharp branches. Fili scowled. His cheeks were red and he felt hot, but his fingers, nose, and ears were stinging with cold.

“Are we almost back?”

“I think home’s just that way,” Fili pointed.

Kili grinned. “I hope mom has dinner ready! I’m starving.”

“How are you hungry? You ate all of your snacks.”

Kili shrugged and took off, sneakers sliding in the leaf detritus that covered the ground and he headed down the slope. Fili followed quickly. It was getting dark under the trees. If Kili was more than 10 or so feet away Fili could no longer see him and that made Fili feel sick and scared. But with Kili there, he was still a little scared, but not as much.

—

“Fili!”

“Kili!”

Voices echoed around the house.

The parties had driven down the mountain to the curve in the road where there was better signal for their radios. They had finished searching between the house and there and had found nothing. So now Dis was alone.

Dis stood on the front porch. Her arms were crossed, clutching a too large sweatshirt around her body. Her throat was raw. She had fought them when they told her to stay here. “What if the boys come home? Someone should be here. We don’t want them to come home and leave again because there’s no one here.” She had screamed at them in frustration. But here she stood. She shivered despite the fur lined boots, the sweatshirt, the blanket, and the hat she had pulled low around her ears. Her fingers tightened.

“They must have found them. They will be home any moment. I’ll see lights coming up the drive in just a minute…” she didn’t let herself think about her boys being cold. She had already covered their beds with all the spare blankets she could find. She had fished stuffed animals out from underneath the bottom bunk, and found baby blankets and tucked them beneath pillows just in case they were wanted. Logs were piled high beside the fireplace and coals had been banked. And she had put things in the big crock pot that she had hauled up from the basement. Anything to keep her hands busy. But now there was nothing to do but wait.

And the warm colors of sunset were cooling over the mountainous horizon.

And she was cold.

—

“I’m cold,” Kili whined.

Fili rubbed his nose, it stung as it ran. “I’m cold too.”

“I thought you said we were almost home.” Kili’s voice wobbled on the verge of tears.

Fili’s voice was small. “I thought we were.” He peered at the brass compass he held in his cupped hands. It was too dark to read the face and the hands had stopped glowing a while ago.

“I’m scared.” Kili’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Fili almost did not hear him. Fili stuffed the compass with the engraved initial on the lid into the pocket of his sweatshirt and took Kili’s hand. They both squeezed the other’s hand twice.

—

Dis was sitting on the porch swing, knees drawn to her chest, a blanket tight around her shoulders, when lights turned the corner and started up the driveway.

She did not even consciously think about moving before she found herself standing at the top of the drive.

Waiting.

Thorin’s black truck came to a stop. She knew the answer to her question before he even got out of the truck. He paused. There was the space of a breath or two before his door opened.

Fili and Kili were still out there.

Her knees buckled.

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“And what do we have here?”

Fili froze when he heard the voice. He had been looking at his feet; trying not to trip as they worked their way up a ridge.

The voice belonged to an old man with long white hair and a beard. His cream colored cable knit sweater and light colored pants almost seemed to glow in the darkness.

—

Dis never did remember how exactly she ended up on the living room couch. But that was where she was when she woke up. A couple coals glowed dimly in the fire. A glass of water sat on the coffee table next to a bowl of the food that she had thrown together in the crockpot. Thorin was stretched out on the recliner, head thrown back with an arm over his eyes to block out the light that was starting to make its way into the room.

With a nauseating roll of her stomach she remembered why she was here and what had happened.

But then she heard the sound that had woken her up again—the creak of the screen door’s hinges. Blanket around her shoulders, one arm outstretched for the wall to help with her unsteadiness she went to see what it was with no real expectations.

She opened the solid wooden front door to find Fili and Kili on the doorstep, conferring with each other about how to get into the house.

Thorin found them there several minutes later, woken by their excited shouts and Dis’ joyful sobbing.

When asked what had happened, where they had gone, just what, all the boys could say was that they went exploring, got lost, and then some old man wearing white had found them, taken them home, fed them, let them wash their faces, and then he and a man that wore all brown told them stories about the mountains until both boys had fallen asleep.

Thorin looked for years. But he never saw, heard, or found any trace of two men that matched the descriptions that Fili and Kili gave him.

Taglist: @silvermoon-scrolls @metztlilua @I-am-pinkie @dubhlachen

#whumptober2024 #no. 1 #search party #the hobbit #fic #bb writes #fili & kili

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ravnarieldurin · 1 month ago

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The Hobbit: Fire's Revenge

The first chapter officially releases tomorrow! I'm so excited to share it with you and to start the epic, crazy, dangerous, and romantic journey through Middle Earth!

In honor of the release, I wanted to give you a sneak peek into my OC Ravnáriel aka Raven.

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So without further a due, may I present to you...the Fated Ones!

Not that the Sons of Durin need much of an introduction, but I created this collage of the lovers and just had to share it!

Thorin (top left), Ravnáriel (top right), Kili (bottom left), and Fili (bottom right).

*Ravnáriel's art/photo was generated by AI using Nightcafe Studio and edited by myself. See the complete inspired collection HERE. (It took A LOT of trial runs for me to find an image that matched close to what I had in my head for Raven...and I've left all the 'rejects' in the album for your viewing pleasure, haha!)

#thorin oakenshield #thorin #fili #kili #fili and kili #woman oc #ai generated #ai woman #the hobbit #fanfic #the hobbit fanfiction #collage #original character #thorin x oc #fili x oc #kili x oc

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onestevetogo · 3 months ago

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The Hobbit: An Abridged Journey

Frodo- What are you doing, weird uncle?

Bilbo- Weird uncle things.

Frodo- I’m out.

Bilbo- Where are you going?

Frodo- Why? Are you writing a book?

Bilbo- Yes.

Earlier

Bilbo- *Smoking weed*

Gandalf- I’ve found you in your natural hobbitat.

Bilbo- Wat.

Gandalf- It is decided.

Bilbo- Mmmm fish.

Dwalin- I don’t like you.

Bilbo- Hwa?

Dwalin- Gimme some fish.

Balin- Your cheese stinks.

Bilbo- Whothewhat?!

Fili- I’m a background character!

Kili- I have an elf fetish!

Bilbo- …Wat.

Bofur- I’m a jolly boy!

Bombur- I have a serious unaddressed eating disorder!

Gloin- My son is a main character!

Other dwarves- We’re here for the quota!

Gandalf- :D

Dwarves - Bilbo is a wimp with good food.

Bilbo- A band of foreign home invaders just ate all my food!

Gandalf- You’re being really rude to my friends, Bilbo.

Thorin- I want the thing.

Gandalf- All we need is an expendab- I mean, “expert” burglar to steal the thing. This is our most reasonable course of action.

Bilbo- Nothing reasonable has happened in the last four hours.

Bilbo- *Wakes up*

Bilbo-…

Bilbo- Baggins.exe has stopped working.

Bilbo- Took.exe initialized.

Bilbo- *Sprints fast enough to outrun a group of mounted riders*

Not orcs- *Howling like orcs*

Bilbo- Oh no! Orcs!

Fili and Kili- They’re gonna getcha!

Thorin- Dumbasses, that’s not orcs.

Balín- btw Thorin killed Azog.

Bilbo- Ah! My king!

Thorin- Shove it, wimp.

Not orcs- Haha! We were orcs the whole time!

Radagast- Poison! Spiders! Nature has neither of these things!

Spiders- Hello new friend! We just moved here and-

Radagast- Foul creatures!

Spiders- Wow, rude.

Gandalf- Something ate this farmer.

Thorin- Good thing I’m not a farmer.

Gandalf. -_-

Fili and Kili- We lost the ponies.

Bilbo- How do you lose ponies? Where did you leave them?

Fili and Kili- By some trolls.

Bilbo. -_-

Trolls- Ponies!

Bilbo- Expendabexpert burglar on the job.

Troll- Hey look! A people!

Bilbo- I’m an Expendabexpert burglarhobbit!

Dwarves- Leave our Expendabexpert burglarhobbit alone!

Trolls- No.

Dwarves- Drat!

Troll- I have no idea how to actually rotisserie meat!

Troll- I eat clothing!

Troll- I like to sit on my pancakes!

(You’re my friend if you get that reference)

Bilbo- They have worms!

Troll- Yew wot???

Troll- Oh gross, worms! Oh well, back to snot soup.

Gandalf- PAIN!

Thorin- Where’d you go?

Gandalf- Spent the night with my good friend Old Toby. Let’s get some swords.

Bilbo- These swords are way too small for the trolls.

Balín- You think they used them as swords?

Bilbo- : |

Bilbo- :((

Gandalf- This one’s my favorite!

Radagast- Beard Daddy!

Gandalf- What’s the shizzle my wizzle.

Radagast- Spiders!

Gandalf- Oh fizzle!

Wargs- *Warg sounds*

Gandalf- Orcs are on the hizzle!

Radagast- I’ll outrun them! At least until I come down from that primo weed you gave me.

Orcs- It’s dwarf season!

Wabbits- What’s up, doc?

Orcs- It’s wabbit season!

Dwarves- *Scurrying sounds*

Dwalin- We got away!

Kili- I can fix that.

Gandalf- I found a hole!

Elrond- Welcome to Rivendell.

Bilbo- Civilization!

Bombur- Food!

Kili-Elf booty!

Gandalf- Read this.

Elrond- It says you’re in trouble.

Galadriel- Why hello, Beard Daddy.

Gandalf- :D

Saruman- My oeuld friend.

Gandalf- :,D

Saruman- You’re a pothead and Rads is a shroomhead.

Gandalf- I’m a pothead with friends. Anyway here’s a knife.

Elrond- Don’t like that knife.

Saruman- Back up, wtf did you just say to m-

Galadriel- Thorin is Thorout!

Gandalf- Thorry.

Dwarves- The hills are alive with the sound of violence!

Hills- *Comitting mountaincide*

Mountain- *Dies*

Dwarves- We’re alive!

Bilbo- I’m alive!

Thorin- You’re a wimp and I don’t like you.

Bilbo- :(

Goblins- Free dwarves!

Goblin king- Before we kill you, I will sing you a song.

Balín- Could you skip to the part where you kill us?

Bilbo- I found a hole.

Gollum- Goblinses!

Goblinses- *Dies*

Bilbo- Hey look, Jewelry!

Ring- What the what?

Gollum- Bagginses!

Bilbo- If you want to eat me, you must answer my riddles three.

Gollum- I lost my precious!

Bilbo- This precious?

Gollum- I lost my Bagginses!

Bilbo- *Sneak skill increased*

Thorin- I told the hobbit he shouldn’t be here and he left! >:(

Bilbo- Who’s the wimp now?

Azog- Still you.

Gandalf- PAIN!

Azog- VADOK!

Everyone- Egad!

Thorin- *Flashbacks*

Azog- *Flashes*

Thorin- My back!

Bilbo- If you want to get through me, you must answer my-

Azog- Die.

Eagles- *C*****g*

Azog- :O

Dwarves- We’re alive!

Bilbo- We’re alive!

Thorin- We’re best friends now! Let the internet shipping begin!

Bilbo-…Wat.

Smaug- I smell plot.

Credits

#tolkien #peter jackson #the hobbit #an unexpected journey #abridged #long post #fantasy

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shirefantasies · 1 year ago

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Silly Ol’ Bear- Bombur x F!Dwarrow!Reader

As always with me it’s Ur Clan hours & my mind is full of fluff of my muses 😌 I can’t get over the popular fanon/actors’ headcanon about our boi having like 13 or 14 kids- he’s such a family man ok??? Note: in this time period they’re the equivalent of late teenagers!

You are peacefully crossing the house you visited, soles of your shoes tapping lightly upon wooden floors, when like little firecrackers two small shapes barreled toward you.

“Run!” A small voice called.

“Run,” the other agreed, “the bear is after us!”

Crowding about your skirts were none other than Fili and Kili, Dis’s young sons. You couldn’t help but smile and reach out to pat their wee heads- young as they were, they had little memory of Erebor’s evacuation. Childhood ease still shone in the princes’ eyes. While you yourself had not dwelt in the Lonely Mountain, some extended relatives had, thus your visit and that of some other dwarves from the Blue Mountains.

“You’re being chased by a bear?” You played along with the boys, still smiling through your feigned serious tone.

“Oh, yes, he’s big and ferocious and-”

“Raaaah!” Before Kili could even finish, a playful roar echoed through the room. “I’ll catch you both yet!”

Squealing, the boys hid further behind your skirts, Kili even trying to get beneath them as you jumped, shaking your head. They were but little ones, after all.

The bear in question was none other than your dear friend Bombur. He, too, was visiting the settlement, and you thought you’d heard Dis task him with watching the boys. He was the younger brother in his family, so you couldn’t help wondering at that how he was with wee dwarves.

And, it seemed, you were getting your answer. With giggles of protest, Fili was scooped up into your fiery-haired friend’s arms and held prisoner, though quite gently, you noticed. Kili called out small protests from some layer or another of your dress.

“Are you going to eat me, Mr. Bear?” Fili asked as he squirmed in Bombur’s arms, his little brown fur coat making him resemble something of a bear cub himself.

“Oh, no,” the broad dwarf replied slowly, shaking his head as his cheeky smile grew, “I’m going to put ya in my stew first, then I’ll eat ya!”

“Not when I am here!” Kili shouted, finally ducking back out of your dress and running forth as he produced a wooden sword. “My brother is no stew!”

The dark-haired brother leapt forward, all but knocking Bombur and Fili over as they rolled around and roughhoused, your friend clearly letting the boys be the victors as Kili slashed the air above his neck.

“I cut off your head!” He shouted with wicked, boyish glee.

“No,” Bombur called, voice weakening with every syllable, “no prince stew for me! Nooooo…”

Laying his head down dramatically and sticking his tongue out, Bombur ‘perished’ as the lads cheered. Shaking your head with amusement, you caught the way he winked at you, flushed a bit.

When Bombur stood up, he took the young princes with him, one hanging off of each arm as if a reminder of his strength. As they dangled, you reached over to your friend, taking his shoulders and starting him in a spin that had the little ones cheering again. Shortly after that, though, key turned in lock and the lads went back off with their mother who had returned from the market with their favorite iced buns, leaving you and your dear friend on your own again by the home’s flickering hearth. You peered at Bombur with a smile.

“What?” He looked genuinely puzzled.

“Didn’t know you were so good with little ones until now. Guess I’ve never seen you them before,” you told him.

“Aye,” he nodded, glancing down a bit, “I’ve always loved ‘em.”

“You must be looking forward to having your own once we reach age, huh?” The two of you were the same age, born mere months apart, and that alone had drawn your mothers together before you’d even realized it had done the same for you. Both you and Bombur would become adults soon enough, of the age to start contemplating if you’d like to marry.

“Of course I am,” he lit up, blue-grey eyes glistening, “I want my own little army!”

You could see it. As good as he was with Fili and Kili, why not more?

“What’s an army,” you asked, amused, “a dozen?”

“A baker’s dozen!” Bombur countered, grinning.

“Thirteen?” Lightly you smacked his arm, to which he just smiled sheepishly. “You silly ol’ bear!”

By Mahal, he really was serious about this. Then again… you pictured twins, two tiny versions of the broad dwarf, maybe another set, one with hair his vibrant shade of red…and maybe one with a color more like yours… perhaps a couple little dwarrowdams if you were lucky…

You shook your head, feeling quite warm as your friend’s voice speaking your name cut through your reverie. Like it or not, you really had fallen for him.

“What about you?”

The images you’d just seen flickered through your mind again like the inviting fireglow reflected off of his eyes, dancing across your mind alongside the contented beat of your heart.

“I think I’d like a big family, too," you answered almost reflexively. Even if you’d never thought about it before, it was like a switch went off, gears turning in your mind.

“Well,” Bombur replied, smiling much more softly that time, “that makes me happy.”

For some years you’d wondered at his words and their purpose. Wondered, hoped, imagined this and that time and time again, until the day he called you his One, asked you to become his wife because he couldn’t imagine bringing up that baker’s dozen with anyone else.

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit headcanons #bombur #bombur x reader #bombur x female reader #female reader #dwarrow reader #fluff

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 4 months ago

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Round 3, Poll 3

One Last Adventure v. Ghost of a Chance v. Guardian of Kings v. From the Pieces of Your Shattered Memories

THE POLL IS AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST! CLICK "KEEP READING". (This is going to be a long one. 😅)

One Last Adventure: (Post-Canon AU)

Bilbo blinked, trying to get his bearings. Where was Ered Mithrim? And why do dwarves have so many lost kingdoms they are trying to get back into? And how was he the most qualified individual to do so? Bilbo pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I think we’re going to have to start at the beginning here.” He determined.

The dwarves made a place for Bilbo to sit, offering him bits of their lunch that Bilbo felt would be rude to turn down even if his stomach was rolling. He learned their names: Brombrar, Gulrik, and Gimli. Bilbo blinked in surprise at the last one, staring at the red haired lad until finally he could place him with the image inside Gloin’s locket. It was clear that portrait had been made long ago as Gimli had a very fine beard, thicker than Fili or Kili’s but not quite long enough to hang off his chin.

“And Gloin knows you’re out here recruiting me for some adventure?”

Gimli’s face turned bright red as he tried to mumble out some excuse. Bilbo felt his face drain of color. Did anyone know that these children were this far from Erebor? Was Bilbo going to be accused of kidnapping?

“Are any of you actually of age?” Bilbo asked, aghast.

“Gulrik and I both are.” The big one, Brombrar puffed up.

“So what are you doing here?” Bilbo accused Gimli.

“I’m the one His Majesty, Thorin Oakenshield approached!” Gimli defended. “Besides, I’m handy with an axe and it’s not like I’m a wee pebble.”

“So let’s get into that.” Bilbo sidestepped thinking about the angry calvary that was sure to come any second. “Tell me about Thorin.”

Gimli settled down enough to begin the story. He had been wandering the corridors of Erebor (where he wasn’t supposed to) when Thorin approached him. Gimli had been ‘struck by stone’ which Bilbo took to mean shocked. He immediately bowed and asked if it was really the fallen King, Thorin Oakenshield.

“And what did he say?” Bilbo pressed.

“He said, ‘Yes, Gimli, son of Gloin, it is I. Mahal has approached me with a great task that I now pass on to you. Inside Ered Mithrim is an object of great importance that needs to be reclaimed.’” Gimli paused at this point shifting in his seat. “And of course, I questioned it, Master Baggins. Whether or not this was really King Thorin, but he told me of a memory that we shared when it was just the two of us and I knew at that point it had to be him!”

Bilbo felt his heart speed up as his breath caught. It sounded so impossible. It was too good to be true. Bilbo had been there after all. He watched him die. How could he be back now? What kind of magic could do something like that?

Bilbo indicated for Gimli to continue. So he spoke of this object. Some sort of smooth ball of crystal that allowed one to speak to another with the same crystal ball.

Ghost of a Chance: (Haunted Wedding AU)

Bilbo could have kissed Thorin for getting him out of there so effortlessly. It wasn’t until they were out in the hallway that Tauriel spoke up.

“This is such a disaster! Bilbo, I’m so sorry.”

Bilbo mentally did not have the energy to comfort the girl no matter how bad he wanted to. Thankful, Thorin took care of that for him as well.

“Tauriel, this isn’t your fault. Why don’t you guys all go out and do something. I’m going to take Bilbo up to his suite for a bit just to give him a chance to process. We’ll call you the moment he makes a decision.”

She nodded, tears in her eyes as Kili rubbed her back in comfort. They all wished Bilbo well in some form or fashion until it was just him and Thorin. It was funny. At the beginning of this week that was something Bilbo would have absolutely dreaded, but now he couldn’t stop himself from leaning a little further into the strong arms guiding him. That did remind him that they needed to talk and soon, but perhaps it could wait until after the shaking had subsided.

They made it to the floor of Bilbo’s room and he struggled to pull out his cardkey and insert it into the slot, but the moment the door closed behind him, it was like he could finally breathe again. A shaky sob came out instead.

“Oh, Bilbo. Come here.” Thorin purred, pulling Bilbo in close.

Bilbo didn’t actually cry, but he held on tight to Thorin as he fought through the hiccuping sounds his throat continued to produce.

“What the fuck is happening?” Bilbo complained.

“I would say a string of bad luck but this seems even beyond that.” Thorin attempted to joke.

“Thorin, that cabinet could of crushed me. How did it not crush me?” Bilbo asked in bewilderment.

“Your barstool.” Thorin explained. “You must have knocked it over when you jumped up. It wedged itself under the cabinet and kept it from falling all the way.”

Bilbo shook his head as he pulled away from Thorin to lay down on his bed, the heels of his hands pressing down on his eye sockets.

“Thorin, what am I going to do? Apparently, there are ghosts out to get me.”

He let out a bitter huff at that which turned into a chuckle before escalating into full blown hysterical laughter. Thorin must think he was absolutely insane as he laughed so much his sides began to act and tears streamed lightly down his cheeks. However, Thorin didn’t say a word. He just sat down next to Bilbo, petting his hair back from his head. It was actually a lovely sensation now that he was paying attention to the rhythm of it, and slowly it was enough to calm Bilbo back down.

“How about room service?” Thorin offered when Bilbo was calm enough again.

“Sweet Yavanna, I should kiss you.” Bilbo groaned in appreciation.

Thorin froze which in turn made Bilbo freeze as his words dawned on him.

Guardian of Kings (sequel): (BAMF Bilbo Baggins)

“You can eat him or stuff him full of eggs for the losses you’ve suffered. It matters not to me, but our debt is paid with his blood.”

Bilbo tried to breathe through the roaring in his head. He needed to think. Neither one of those options sounded appealing in the slightest. A shiver rolled down his back. Yep, definitely needed to stop thinking about it. So what could he do to stall the orcs?

“So that’s it. You’re taking your orders from the spiders now.” He attempted to laugh.

“Shut it runt!” The orc pinning him down shouted as he kicked him in the side.

Bilbo winced, curling in on himself as he panted through the pain. His eyes were squeezed shut, but that didn’t stop him from speaking up still.

“I mean, Azog and Bolg are both dead. Who else could you have to look up to?”

“What did you say, you little rat?” The leader orc growled, picking Bilbo up by his hair.

Bilbo cried out, especially as it unfurrowed him around his hurt ribs. He peeked an eye open to see the orc holding Bilbo’s own blade against his chin. Bilbo could see in his eyes though that he was listening at least.

“The spiders aren’t as smart as you. They aren’t as strategic.” Bilbo grit through his teeth. “They can’t think past their stomachs. What right do they have to demand payment? They should be following your orders. Not the other way around.”

“He’s right!” One of the other orcs shouted.

“He’s just trying to get us all riled up.” The lead orc snapped back.

“We’re only in this mess with the spiders because of you!” Another orc growled.

“You’re alive and not at the end of a filthy elf’s arrow because of me!” The leader screamed, dropping Bilbo to the ground. “We escaped Azog’s war with Oakenshield by the skin of our teeth and the blood the spiders gave us. All it would cost us is this runt’s blood and we’re done with them.”

“Blood that could go to us! You think this thin elf would be enough to feed us!”

Bilbo had done what he set out to do. Now he had to get out of the way before this turned any uglier. He started wiggling like a worm until he got himself up on his knees. He started trying to crawl away when he heard the clicks and clatters of the spiders. He looked back over his shoulder to see them paused just in front of the orcs, their mandibles snapping in impatience. There were only about eight but that was more than Bilbo wanted to deal with at the moment.

Suddenly, there was a jerk on the back of his jacket before he was dragged backwards and thrown back in front of the spiders. Bilbo could feel his face drain of color as his sword was thrown next to him.

“There! That’s the one, right? The one who slayed so many of you and mocked you as he did it!”

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

“I’m on holiday.” Bilbo explained. “But you owe me the favor after you called to have me change the lightbulbs for you and I promised not to report the incident.”

Odo’s face turned a spectacular shade of purple as he spluttered.

“That-! I-! Fine! What do you want?”

“I just need the keys to your car. I’ll bring it right back.” Bilbo added, hurrying to cut off his cousin’s protest.

“Bring it right-! Now see here, Bilbo Baggins! I am certainly not your taxi service!”

“Which is why I didn’t ask you to chauffeur.” Bilbo smirked. “Come on, Odo. You won’t even have time to miss it. I just need it for a quick trip to the burbs and I’ll bring it right back.”

“What’s in it for me?”

Bilbo frowned. He knew he shouldn’t have expected a mere favor to be returned. His cousin was far too stingy for that.

“What do you want?”

“Run the Mathom House for me on Saturday.”

“Absolutely not! I’m not spending my whole day up here in this dusty mansion.”

“Fine, just close for me that night. Four hours max. I want to watch the king’s speech live. Our Erebor exhibit is our most popular after all!”

Bilbo would have pointed out it was because of the mystery surrounding the shiny mathoms, but didn’t want to have to get into it with Odo. A few hours weren’t the worst thing. He could bring up his novel considering he would expect just a ton of traffic during that time anyways.

“Fine. You have a deal.”

Odo merely smirked before backtracking on his perfectly functioning ankle to retrieve the keys.

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Roughly thirty minutes later, Bilbo was pulling up in front of a modest brick home with brightly colored flowers in the planter boxes in front of the porch. Oakenshield got out of the car first, taking in the house before looking down at his blood stained jacket with a grimace. Bilbo winced wishing he had thought of that earlier. He quickly shrugged his way out of the paramedic jacket he was still wearing.

“Here.” He offered.

Oakenshield looked at the jacket, but still refrained from taking it.

“You’re practically two sizes smaller than me.” He pointed out.

“A size at the most! And it’s not really my jacket. Just take it! It will at least cover up the more…concerning aspects.”

Oakenshield grumbled but agreed as he gingerly took over his old jacket to put the new one on. It was the arm length that really accented how ill fitting the jacket was. So he rolled the sleeves up his forearm in the hopes to disguise it. Bilbo nodded at the look admiring it a bit too much as he headed up the porch to ring Prim’s bell.

His nerves started to act up as they waited for her footsteps to head their way. His cousin could sniff a story out faster than she could serve tea. Bilbo just knew showing up out of the blue, carting Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome, she was going to give him that look.

#birthday plot bunnies tournament #follower event #the hobbit #bagginshield #round 3 poll 3 #post canon au #haunted wedding au #bamf bilbo baggins #amnesia modern au #please let someone win this time!

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l-itraklies · 2 years ago

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Little Elf

Warnings: none

Pairing: no specific but Thorin x reader, Kili x reader and Fili x reader

Part 1 of ???

Words: 1008

Narrators POV.

Running through the dark forest, she could hear the laughter of her brothers on her tail. "Y/N!" She heard her brother Bucca announce. "Mana, otorno?" She replied ("What, brother?"). Stepping on the branches of trees and jumping to the next, each hanging over the only path into the city. "Come back!" Algar, her oldest brother replied. She landed on a rather larger branch and crouched as low as she could. She pulled an arrow out of her leather quiver, pulling it through the bow. She drew her bow back and swiftly let it go. She was hitting the tree right above one of their heads, leading them away.

She let out a light chuckle before whistling calling her horse, Álváró, to her. The sound of hooves approached her, and she slipped through the branches onto the back of him.

Meanwhile

Thorin and his party (pre-Bilbo), made their way to the gates of the elven city of Lindon. "Thorin, must we keep going?" Bomber complained, "We haven't stopped since breakfast!". Thorin sent him a glare sharp enough to cut stone, sending a fearful shiver to the dwarf. "The wizard says there is someone we need here," he stated bluntly and quite rude if you ask bomber. “It is true” Gandalf announced to them. A crack came from the trees outside of the path. "Uncle?" Kili muttered, "Yah hear that?" The company listened closely, but the noise did not repeat. "No, lad!" His brother responded cheerfully.

As they neared the entrance of the city a tall stone wall appeared, covered in embellishments. On the top sat guards undisturbed by the dwarves. The gates began to open far before they reached the wall. "Can they see us?" Ori questioned, then the sound of hooves came running. On a jet-black horse road, a beautiful elf had long platinum hair as smooth as fine silk on its back. She road straight through the party, bursting with pure euphoria and laughter. Gasps of amazement emerged from the group as she rode straight through the gates. She whipped her legs off the horse and hopping down, she turned toward the gate.

A silver crown lay on her forehead, despite her dirtied and ragged clothes. She wore a blue blouse and a grey corset that cinched in around her waist. a small dagger was stowed in the corset and she carried her bow across her chest. Her hair was half braided and the rest was left untouched. "Let them in!" She announced.

"Who request entry to Lindon?" One guard announced

Thorin stepped off his pony responding, "Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain!" The rest of the dwarves follow him and step off their ponies. "Y/n, daughter of Merila queen of Lindon," she said lightly, bowing, her brother's road through the gates mad with rage. "We have guests brothers."

Kili's POV.

She looked as if she was a dream, angelic yet reckless looking. "... and my brother Kili," Fili said interrupting my thoughts. I gave a warm smile, "At your service." She smiled walking up to us all slowly. "Not necessary," she hummed with a bright smile. she stretched out her hands. Her smile turned to a look of confusion. "What is it?" I asked. "I'll take your things," she replied. "We have none," Balin answered. "oh-" her smile returned as she began to walk towards the palace when a tall elf, with red hair, emerged. "Y/n what is the meaning of this noise?" he said.

Narrators POV.

The elf was the king, Angrethor. "Well, they are dwarves," Y/n replied, "they seek your company." Though, she was the queen's daughter she was not the king's, and would not address him as such. "Fine"

Later

Y/n stood in a long pale green dress, that flared at her knees, and had a sweaty heart neckline revealing an emerald medallion around her neck. The room was lively there were elves dancing to the music, eating, and laughing. Except for the company, they sat at a separate table, slowly eating in a brooding manner. “Thorin?” came a voice from behind them, it was the princess, they all noticed her rather shorter frame, for elves and most dwarves as well. “Aye,” he replied, grimacing. “The king will see you now,” she hummed. “Very well,” he growled getting up.

Thorins POV.

As we walked into the king’s quarters, the company laughed and belched behind me. “Quiet,” I hissed, whipping my head back. “Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain, was it?” the king said, he did not seem remotely like the princess. His hair was as red as blood, his eyes were black instead of green. “Why is it you seek my company?” He questioned. “We wish the Pirncess, to join our company and quest to reclaim the lonely mountain, our home, from the dragon,” Balin explained, the princess was not in the room only the three princes and the king. “I reject, she is to be married,” he responded, “but you may stay as long as you please.” Suddenly the doors burst open, revealing the princess.

“How dare you! I am not to be married, you have no power over me FALSE KING!” She yelled stomping toward the king red with rage.

“I am your king and you will obey.” He said calmly

“What does she mean?” Dwalin questioned, to which the company just shook their heads.

Narrators POV.

Y/n lay in her bed, dried tears down her cheeks. She fiddled with her tiara in her hands. She wore her riding clothes, and she had daggers tucked into her boots and her quiver was filled with arrows and her short sword was freshly sharpened. The door squeaked open, and she thought it to be one of her brothers or palace caretakers. She threw a dagger toward the door just missing it and it dug into the wall beside the door. “Woah, ye almost took an ear off princess,” Bofur said from behind the door. “Sorry" Bofur stood by the bed, taking small breaths. "Would you join us?" he said, slightly quiet. "That false king is not my father, you know." she said, ignoring him, "My father was a dwarf, he served Thror and Thrain, to the day he was killed by orcs. and my mother,... killed by her own people for love, she was the true queen." Bofur stood there shocked, he couldn't believe what he'd heard. "Yes," she said looking up at him, "I will help you reclaim the mountain." The rest of the party walked in laughing, gloating, and throwing bags of coins at each other. "Bets will get you nowhere, dwarves."

"We know, little elf," Thorin said jokingly

#the hobbit #the hobbit x y/n #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #kili durin #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #thorin x y/n #thorin x you #thorin x reader #kili x y/n #kili x reader #kili x you #fili x y/n #fili x reader #fili x you

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the-vast-corner-of-the-galaxy · 4 months ago

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The Way It Comes To Be- Chapter 8

Chapter Summary: Someone very important has just arrived in Erebor.

Link on Ao3

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Thorin x Bilbo, Kili x Tauriel

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Chapter 8: Once There Was A Way

Many weeks later…

“There it is, your ladyship, the Lonely Mountain.”

Dis lifted her eyes from the map in her hands and saw the beautiful view in front of her. The Lonely Mountain stood high and mighty in the horizon, with the city of Dale beneath it. Dis could even see the gates of the palace, which looked refurbished. She was finally going to be home, after more than 25 years.

Her oceanic eyes scanned the landscape. “We're finally home,” she breathed with nostalgia. “How long do we estimate until we reach dale?”

“We will probably get to the gates of Dale in around three more hours,” responded the dwarf next to her. “However, we can go around and get directly to Erebor, which will take a little more than four hours.”

“Let's go through Dale, we don't want to scare anyone by going around. Additionally, I need to speak to Thorin as soon as we get there,” Dis said. The large crew of dwarfs began walking in the direction of the great city. They walked and walked for many hours, until they reached the main gates. They were open, and still under construction.

A man in armor noticed the large crew entering the city and approached them. “Greetings,” he said. “What is your business here in Dale?”

“Greetings,” Dis bowed in front of the man. “The name is Dis Durin, sister of King Thorin. We are looking for him.”

“Are the King's advisors aware of your arrival?” the man asked.

“I am certain that they are aware,” Dis responded calmly. “I'm sure Dwalin son of Fundin can confirm your doubts.”

“Alright, we'll go get him,” the man said. “Just wait here in the main square.”

The large crew of dwarves set their things and sat down. After all, they were exhausted after walking for weeks almost non stop. Dis patiently waited for Dwalin to arrive. She could easily go to Erebor by herself, and see her brother and her children before anyone else, but because she was also exhausted, she decided go wait.

She looked around the town square and its buildings. They were old and worn out by the years and by Smaug’s demise. However, they looked better than before. Dis assumed that the people that settled here might’ve repainted them, which warmed her heart.

As she looked around, she began to remember the days were the city was vibrant and thriving before Smaug attacked. She could easily picture the beautiful marble buildings and the newly placed stone tiles. Hundreds of people walked along the streets, both human and dwarfish. She even pictured herself walking in those streets as a young dwarf, looking for new jewelry or clothing to buy. Those days were bright and peaceful, filled with joy and tranquility.

“Hello,” greeted another man. He had long, straight brown hair and dark brown eyes. There was a bow with arrows behind his back. However, he was clearly not an elf, even if he was fairly tall for most humans. “My name is Bard, current governor of Dale.”

“Hello,” greeted Dis. “I am Dis Durin, daughter of Thrain, sister to Thorin. I suppose that we haven't met.”

“We have not,” said Bard. “Thorin mentioned you. I suppose that you are looking for him.”

“Yes,” Dis replied. “It's been years since I've seen him.”

“You're probably excited to see him,” Bard replied.

“I really am,” mentioned Dis. Just then, a familiar figure began walking down the stairs into the main square. It was Dwalin, who according to Dis, looked exactly the same as the last time she saw him all of those years ago.

“Dis?!” Dwalin exclaimed. He beamed in happiness as he saw his cousin, who hasn't aged one bit. Dwalin ran to her and hugged her tightly.

“It's so good to see you!” Dwalin beamed. “We didn't you coming so early!”

“We didn't expect to come so early either,” Dis laughed. “But, here we are. Oh, it's so good to be back!”

“Thorin probably knows you're here now,” Dwalin said. “Let me take you to the palace! They already arranged a room for you.”

Before Dis followed Dwalin into the palace, she organized the group of dwarves that were with her. She gave instructions on where to settle down in the meantime. After this, Dis followed Dwalin in direction to the grand palace of Erebor, and the rest of the dwarves followed. The dwarves settled themselves in an area near the outskirts of the city before homes were assigned, settleing their camp. Dis followed Dwalin into a small passage that was one of the shortcuts to the inside of the palace. She recognized it easily since it was one of the paths she used to sneak out whenever it was possible.

When they got inside, Dis gawked in amazement at seeing the familiar sight. The turquoise palace was still the same as it was years ago. It still needed some more reconstruction, but it barely changed.

“Dis!” It was Balin, who had a wide smile on his face at the sight of his cousin.

The young dwarf ran to her cousin and embraced him warmly. It was amazing seeing her home after more than 20 years and seeing her family after a long time as well, which wanted to make her cry tears of joy.

“Cousin!,” Dis exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you again! I- How- how are you?”

“I’m doing good,” Balin said. “We’ve just been busy lately, with Thorin about to be crowned king and all.”

“Speaking of Thorin, where is he?” Dis asked.

“He’s probably around here,” Balin replied. “Come on!”

Balin led Dis around the palace and headed to the Throne Room, where Thorin was talking to Bilbo. They seemed to be deep in conversation about something, because none of them noticed Balin’s presence before he had to speak up.

“Thorin?” Balin called. “There is someone here that would like to see you.”

Thorin, still focused on Bilbo, growled in irritation, “I am slightly busy at the moment!” His voice was sharp, cutting through the air, but before he could speak again, Dis stepped forward from the shadows, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Thorin?” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. The sound of his name on her lips was enough to make Thorin freeze in place, his heart skipping a beat. He turned slowly, his breath catching as he met his sister’s eyes. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading into the background.

Dis took a hesitant step forward, her sky blue eyes brimming with tears. “It’s really you,” she breathed, her voice thick with disbelief and overwhelming relief. “After all these years...”

Thorin’s tough exterior cracked, his hardened expression softening as the reality of the moment sank in. “Dis,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a mix of shock and joy. His eyes traced her face, taking in every detail as if he couldn’t quite believe she was standing before him. His little sister was actually here.

Bilbo, who was also as shocked as Thorin, quietly stepped back, giving the siblings the space they needed. He could see the depth of their bond, the unspoken love and the years of separation that now hung in the air between them.

Thorin took a shaky step toward his sister, his hand reaching out to her as if afraid she might vanish. Dis closed the distance, wrapping her arms around her oder brother in a tight embrace, the years of pain and longing melting away in that moment. Thorin held her close, his eyes shutting tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder, his breath hitching with the flood of emotions he had held back for so long.

“I thought I’d lost you forever,” Dis whispered, her voice breaking. “But you actually did it… You brought back our home.”

Thorin’s voice was thick with emotion as he replied, “It wasn’t just me, I had help: from Balin and Dwalin, Fili and Kili-”

“WHERE ARE THEY?” Dis asked desperately. “Where are my babies?! Are they okay?! Are they still here?! Thorin I swear-”

“They’re here!” Thorin interrupted, gripping his sister’s shoulders firmly to steady her. “They’ll probably be here soon, I promise.”

Dis let out a shaky sigh of relief, but her eyes remained fierce, as if she was ready to charge out and find them herself. “If you’re lying to me, Thorin-” her voice wavered, but there was no mistaking the edge of desperation in it.

“I would never lie to you about this,” Thorin said softly, his grip tightening slightly as if to reassure her further. “They’re alive, Dis. They’re alive.”

Just as he finished speaking, two figures appeared in the doorway of the Throne Room. It was Fili and Kili, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief as they saw their mother standing before them.

Dis spun around, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes locked onto her sons. The emotions she had kept at bay for so long crashed over her in a tidal wave, and she let out a hitched gasp, almost a scream, as tears poured down her cheeks.

“Mom?” Fili breathed, his voice trembling, as if he couldn’t trust his own eyes.

“Kili, Fili...” Dis sobbed, her legs threatening to give way as she took a step toward them. “My boys... you’re really here...”

Fili and Kili rushed forward, wrapping their arms around her, holding her as if they never wanted to let go. Dis clung to them, her body shaking with sobs, whispering their names over and over as if to reassure herself that they were truly there, alive and in her arms. She kissed the side of their heads as many times as she could before tightly embracing them once more. Losing her two children was one of her worst fears, especially after losing Vili (2), her husband.

“You’re alive!” Dis gasped, holding her children’s face. “My boys! I thought I’d lost you.”

Fili and Kili still had their arms around their mother, and were overcome with emotions as well, with tears brimming in their eyes. Thorin watched them, his heart swelling with a mixture of relief and pride, his eyes misting over at the sight of his family reunited.

“Mom, we’re okay!” Kili said, slowly letting go of his mother’s embrace.

“We’re still here, mom, and we won’t go anywhere,” Fili replied, reassuring his mother.

“Oh, you better not!” Dis teased, still hugging her children. She then turned around to face Thorin and noticed Bilbo, who caught her by surprise.

“I…I’m so sorry, I haven’t greeted you properly,” Dis said, wiping the tears from her eyes. She then walked towards the hobbit and firmly stood in front of him. How come a hobbit ended up working with her brother?

“I’m Dis,” she said, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you! You must be…”

“Bilbo Baggins,” Bilbo clarified. “I’m Bilbo Baggins, and I am… part of the Royal Council, nice to meet you.” He did not know if he should say he was Thorin’s partner, friend, or companion, just in case Dis did not know Thorin was attracted to males. Wait… were he and Thorin officially a couple?

“Bilbo,” Dis repeated his name, which sounded pleasant when she pronounced it. “This is my first time seeing a hobbit in Dwarf territory, so may I ask, how did you end up here in Erebor?”

“Well, it is a fantastic and long story,” replied Bilbo, glancing at his dwarf. “I was basically hired by your brother.”

Dis was now very intrigued with Bilbo’s words. In the years she has know her brother, Thorin didn’t really like associating with beings outside the dwarf speicies, but since she hasn’t seen him in years, it looks like he radically changed his mind.

“It must be fascinating,” Dis smiled back at Bilbo. “I already heard of how the dwarves recaptured Erebor, but I’d be interested in hearing YOUR side of the tale, Bilbo.”

Bilbo blushed slightly, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. “Well,” he began, his voice a little hesitant, “I don’t know if my side of the story is all that special, really.”

“Oh, but it must be,” Dis said, warmly. “We have a lot to catch up on, Bilbo.”

The hobbit simply smiled and Dis turned back to Thorin, who was closely standing besides Bilbo.

“I must talk to you about the dwarves that I brought along,” Dis told her brother. “They wish to see you and negotiate where they would be settling. There are multiple families, all past citizens of Erebor.”

“We can arrange a meeting with them,” Thorin replied. “And we can determine where they can settle down. Do you know if more dwarves will arrive to Dale?”

“There is another group coming along,” Dis said. “However, they won’t come until the summer.”

“It is settled then,” Thorin stated. “We can have the meeting tomorrow. Let them get some rest. You should get some as well.”

“Thank you,” Dis replied, warmly. “Right now, I must go talk to them and inform them about the meeting. You don’t happen to have additional supplies right now? There are some in great need of medicine and food.”

“We do,” Balin interjected. “I can show you where that is kept, and I can lead you back to the camp.”

Dis nodded and Balin began to make his way out of the Throne Room, but before she followed her cousin, she ran up to Thorin and gave him another tight hug.

“Thank you,” Dis whispered. “I know that you will make a great king, brother.” Thorin smiled, but felt uneasy with Dis’s last comment. He could feel that great burden of being king sit on his shoulders once more, and this time, it felt heavier.

Dis went back to her children and hugged them tightly, kissing each of their heads. “Now, my boys, I need you to tell me everything that happened,” she said. “Come along! I want to know every little detail.” Fili and Kili followed their mother and Balin, who were deep in conversation and laughter. Thorin’s heart filled with warmth and satisfaction at the sight he was witnessing. Was this all a dream? He had almost everything he wanted: his family reunited, a loving companion like Bilbo, and his kingdom.

However, there was still something that did not feel right, and Thorin could not exactly tell what it was.

He was still in pain, but not exactly in physical or emotional pain, for his injuries were making a successful recovery. It was more like a spiritual pain, a deep ache that seemed to settle in the very core of his being, haunting him in the quiet moments when he was alone with his thoughts. Even if it didn’t bother him too much, its presence was unmistakable like a shadow that refused to fade. Was it the sequels of Dragon Sickness? The pain of the war? The burden of leading his people into war? The countless lives lost under his command? He did not know. The uncertainty gnawed at him, eroding the peace and calm he had fought so hard to achieve. (3)

“Thorin?” Bilbo called. Thorin slightly jumped, realizing that he got lost in thought. He turned to meet Bilbo’s gaze, those familiar hazel eyes searching his face with a mix of concern and worry.

“Sorry, I… I got lost in thought,” Thorin said, his voice a bit rougher than he intended. He tried to force a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Bilbo was not fooled, and he got closer to Thorin, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Something is bothering you,” Bilbo stated. “I can tell. Thorin, what's wrong?”

Thorin hesitated, the words caught in his throat. “It's nothing,” Thorin stated, trying to brush it off. He didn’t want to burden Bilbo with his troubles, not after everything they had been through.

Bilbo didn’t let go, his grip on Thorin’s arm tightened just slightly, grounding him. “You’re a terrible liar, you know,” Bilbo said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “I can see it in your eyes. You’re carrying something inside you, Thorin, and I know it's weighing on you, but please, you don't have to keep it to yourself… it's only going to hurt you more.”

Thorin sighed, the weight on his chest feeling just a little lighter at Bilbo’s words. “I… I’m not sure what it is, Bilbo,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. “There’s… a pain, deep inside, something I can’t shake off. It’s not my wounds since they’re healing well enough. It’s something else… something I can’t quite name.”

Even if Bilbo was just as confused as Thorin, his expression softened, and he moved even closer, wrapping his arms around Thorin in a comforting embrace. “Whatever it is, you know we’ll figure it out together,” he whispered against Thorin’s shoulder. “You’re not alone, Thorin. Not anymore.”

Thorin allowed himself to lean into Bilbo’s warmth, drawing strength from his presence, his head nuzzled between the crook of his neck. He didn’t have all the answers, and perhaps he wouldn't have them soon, but with Bilbo by his side, the burden felt a little more bearable. “Thank you,” he murmured, slowly letting go of the hug. “Thank you for staying by my side.”

“Always,” Bilbo replied, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. “I’ll always be here, Thorin. No matter what.”

Thorin's hands remained on Bilbo's shoulders, his eyes lingering on the hobbit’s face. There was a pause, a moment suspended in time, where the weight of everything left unsaid seemed to hang in the air between them.

Bilbo's breath hitched as he looked up at Thorin, seeing something in his deep blue eyes: something deep and unspoken, something that mirrored the way he felt in his own heart. Without thinking, his hand drifted up to rest against Thorin’s cheek, his thumb brushing gently against the rough texture of his dark beard.

Thorin leaned into the touch, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. He had been through countless battles and faced death itself, but nothing had ever made him feel as vulnerable as this moment. He didn’t have the words to express the storm of emotions raging inside him, so instead, he let his actions speak for him.

The dwarf gazed down at Bilbo's lips, and slowly, hesitantly, Thorin closed the distance between them, his lips brushing softly against the hobbit’s. The kiss was tentative at first: a question, a whisper of a promise, but as Bilbo responded, it deepened, becoming something more: a vow; a declaration of everything they had been too afraid to say out loud.

Bilbo, feeling the fire in Thorin’s kiss, let his tongue nudge at the dwarf’s lips and teeth, silently asking for entrance. Thorin, eager and breathless, parted his lips to welcome Bilbo’s advance. The sensation of Bilbo’s tongue exploring his mouth sent shivers down Thorin’s spine, a mix of tenderness and passion that left him craving more. His arms tightened around Bilbo’s back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them.

Thorin’s hands began to explore, one sliding up Bilbo’s back to tangle in his soft, light brown curls, and the other moving down to rest against the small of Bilbo’s back, holding him as if he were the most precious and valuable treasure in all of Erebor. In return, Bilbo’s hands roamed Thorin’s broad shoulders and neck, feeling the strength in his muscles but also the vulnerability hidden beneath the surface.

In a bold move, Thorin gently nibbled on Bilbo’s lower lip, savoring the way it made Bilbo’s breath hitch, his mind becoming blurry with pleasure. The kiss was like a dance, a silent conversation, pouring everything they had kept hidden for so long. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other, eyes closed as they tried to steady their racing hearts.

There was a new light in Thorin’s eyes when he opened them again, a quiet certainty that had not been there before. The weight of his burdens, the scars of the past, seemed a little lighter now, soothed by the warmth of the hobbit who had stolen his heart permanently.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Bilbo whispered, his voice steady and sure.

Thorin’s hand tightened around Bilbo’s, and for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to believe it. He gazed into Bilbo’s eyes, the blue of his own softening into something tender. “I won’t go anywhere either,” Thorin whispered, his voice filled with the same unwavering commitment.

As their fingers intertwined, Thorin lifted their joined hands, pressing a gentle kiss to Bilbo’s knuckles. His other hand rubbed gentle circles against the back of Bilbo’s hand, feeling the contrast between the hobbit’s softer skin and the rougher, battle-worn texture of his own. It was a reminder of all the trials they had both endured, but also of the new beginning they were forging together.

For a moment, they simply stood there, hands clasped, eyes connected, and hearts entwined, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. In that shared silence, they found a peace that neither had known in a long time: a peace that came from knowing they would face whatever came next side by side, no longer alone in their struggles. (4)

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1. The story's title is based on a verse in the song Golden Slumbers (Carry That Weight) by The Beatles. 2. Vili is the fanmade name that many LOTR fans give to Kili and Fili’s father 3. This is a reference to the book series Keeper of the Lost Cities. In Book 7, Sophie Foster (the protagonist) and Fitz Vacker have these things called “echoes” in their bodies, which are imprints of shadows that were left in their bodies after they got attacked by a Shade (someone who manipulates shadows and darkness), which makes them have similar signs of PTSD. 4. Bilbo and Thorin’s first kiss is inspired by Rhyanera and Mysaria’s kiss from House of the Dragon (S2, EP 5), Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth’s final encounter in Pride and Prejudice (2005), and a bit of my first ever kiss with my ex-partner, which had a similar atmosphere. All these scenes combined played in my mind when I wrote this.

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marvelandhobbit · 6 months ago

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Heart of Middle Earth Chapter 2 - “Two Fateful Encounters: The Meetings that Changed Everything (Or Did They?)”

You and Gandalf approach the hobbit hole that you’ve seen in the movies. You notice that Bilbo is sitting outside smoking his pipe. When he notices both of you he says good morning.

“What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on? Hm?”

“All of them at once, I suppose,” Bilbo seemed confused but then again so were you even after seeing this scene many times.

“Hmm.”

“Can I help you?”

Gandalf looks at Bilbo intently before replying, “That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure.”

“An adventure? No, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner. Heh, heh. Mm. Huh. Hmm. Oh. Ah. Good morning.”

“To think that I should have lived to be "good morninged" by Belladonna Took's son as if I were selling buttons at the door.”

“Beg your pardon?”

“You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.”

“I'm sorry, do I know you?”

“Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf. And Gandalf means... …me."

“Gandalf? Not Gandalf the wandering Wizard... ...who made such excellent fireworks? Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Heh, heh. Ahem. No idea you were still in business.”

“And where else should I be?”

“Where else...? Ahem.”

“Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me... ...even if it's only my fireworks. Yes. Well, that's decided. It'll be very good for you.”

Bilbo looks at Gandalf confused.

“And most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.”

“Inform the who? What? No. No. No... Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today. Not... I suggest you try Over the Hill or Across the Water. Good morning.”

Bilbo slammed his door shut, leaving you and Gandalf near his gate wondering what just happened.

Gandalf looked down at you,“He’ll come around to the idea eventually. I’m sure of it.”

Timeskip -

After meeting Bilbo Baggins, you and Gandalf walked over to the western side of the shire to await the arrival of the dwarves. Once you get there, you see two dwarves walking over a hill, one with dark brown hair and one with hair as golden as the sun.

“Ah, here they come,” Gandalf notes.

When the two dwarves reach you, they bow to both of you and introduce themselves.

“Fili.”

“Kili”

“At your service,” they added simultaneously.

“Gandalf, at yours.”

“And what your name?” Fili asks, looking at you intently.

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.”

Your cheeks go red, “Thank you,” is all you can manage to squeak out.

“You two keep going to the meeting place, Ms. Y/ln and I will wait here until the others arrive,” Gandalf told the two dwarves.

“Very well. I’ll hope to see you later tonight Ms. Y/n.”

Feeling a sudden sense of courage, you manage to respond, “I hope to see you as well.”

When the other dwarves finally come over the hill and introduce themselves to you, you all start heading back to the hobbit hole. When you all arrive and knock on the door, Bilbo opens it very quickly and the dwarves who had their ears against the door listening fell down upon his threshold.

“Get off, you big lump!”

Gandalf pokes his head through the door.

“Gandalf,” Bilbo sighs.

After finally getting through the door, you realize how much of a mess the other four dwarves have made and you start wondering how much more mess these other dwarves will make. You sit down near the big dining table that Bilbo has in his house and notice poor Bilbo running back and forth, trying to keep his house neat and tidy.

“Those are my… Excuse me, not my wine! Put that back. Put that back! Not the jam, please. Excuse me. Ex…Excuse me. A tad excessive, isn’t it? Have you got a cheese knife?”

“A cheese knife? He eats it by the block,” Bofur remarks.

“No no, that’s Grandpa Mungo’s chair, no…uh, so is that. Take it back, please. Take it back, this is antique, not for sitting on. Thank you. That is a book, not a coaster. Uh…put that map down.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf,” Dori asks.

“Yes?”

“May I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?”

“Ooh, no thank you, Dori. A little red wine, for me I think.”

Dori pours Gandalf’s red wine into a cup that seems normal size to you, but to Gandalf it is miniature.

“Would you care for any Ms. Y/n?”

“I would love some chamomile please!”

As you drink your tea, Gandalf counts the dwarves to see if everyone has arrived, though you know there is still one missing.

“Uh..Fili, Kili. Uh…Oin, Gloin. Dwalin, Balin. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori.”

“No, no. Not my prize winners, thank you.”

“Ori!”

“Yes, you are quite right, Bifur. We appear to be one dwarf short,” Gandalf remarks.

“He is late, is all. He traveled north to a meeting of our kin, he will come,” Dwalin responds.

Gandalf finally grabs ahold of the frantic Bilbo.

“My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?”

“What’s the matter? I am surrounded by dwarves. What they’re doing here?”

“Oh, they’re quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them.”

“I don’t want to get used to them. Look at the state of my kitchen! There’s mud trod in the carpet, they…they’ve pillaged the pantry! I’m not even gonna tell you what they’ve done in the bathroom, they’ve all but destroyed the plumbing! I don’t understand what they’re doing in my house!”

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt. But what should do with my plate?” Ori asks.

Fili appears by your right shoulder and whispers to you, “Watch this!”

You realize what’s about to happen next.

“Here you go, Ori, give it to me,” Fili says.

That's what Bilbo Baggins Hates!

At some point during their merry song, Fili grabs your arm and swings you around. You may have stepped on his toes once or twice but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

When the dwarves finish their song, there is a loud knock on the door.

"He is here."

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know if you have any suggestions! I'm hoping to open requests soon for one-shots or future series.

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lathalea · 2 years ago

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💎 My Dear King,

I hope that you are willing to answer an ask on your relationship with your nephews.

First of all, I would like to complement you on doing such a great job helping raise them. But as we have heard many times your nephews Fili and Kili were quite the little troublemakers when they were young and I can imagine that it must have been hard for you to punish them because you clearly love them very much.

Just a little reminder in case you forgot ...

Source: deviantart - Little Angels by Wolfanita

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Anyways, I know that they are adults now, but I can imagine that when they are together, they still get into trouble 😁 Do you still feel the urge to strangle ground them sometimes ?

PS. I'm pretty sure that you won't be able to stay angry at them for a very long time. Your nephews are adorable 😊

I understand that you are a very busy king, but I hope that you will give us a little insight in your family life, because, like you, we all love your family very much.

Thank you My King

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Dearest Lady Enchantzz,

How nice it is to hear from you again, my lady!

I hope that you are well despite the harsh winter weather. My youngest nephew insisted on sending you a parcel containing a thick blanket made of the finest mountain goat wool, a bottle of mulled wine, and a kitten (yes, a KITTEN) to keep you warm. When Crooc, the raven who is currently waiting by my desk to head out with my letter to you, heard about my dear nephew’s proposal, commented on it with these words: “Do I look like a donkey to you, Prince Kili?” “A winged one, yes,” chuckled my sister-son.

“If I’m a winged donkey to you, you are a complete ass!” Crooc retorted.

At that Fili laughed out loudly, saying, “You’re not wrong, Crooc.”

His brother retaliated by grabbing him and pressing against the wall.

“I am NOT an ass!” Kili shouted.

Fili did not respond with words – he simply pushed Kili away. Kili stumbled backwards and landed on the top of my desk, still holding on to Fili. They scuffled for a while, ignoring both my shouts polite requests to stop this nonsense and Crooc’s annoyed cawing. In the process, they destroyed a few of my newest quills, scattered my parchments and broke my ink bottle. Its contents spilled over the desk and a pile of important documents. When the puddle of ink reached the raven, painting its talons blue, he beat his wings and started circling my battling sister-sons (who at that time resembled a heap of arms and legs on the floor), croaking loudly.

I managed to separate these two somehow and remove them from my study in haste. Only then did I find a moment to clean my face and garments from the splattered ink, with moderate success. What was worse, I discovered that my letter was destroyed in the process. That is why the letter you are holding in your graceful hands is my second attempt at writing to you. This time I succeeded, but I will have to think of an adequate punishment for these two rascals.

You asked me whether I would like to strangle my sister-sons at times? No, not at all! That thought has never crossed my mind. Certainly not today — neither on the day they filled my boots with wine (the sour smell is still there, by the way), and nor on the day when they placed several cave rats in my mother’s wardrobe, claiming they needed a new home after one of the mine tunnels collapsed. You can rest assured that I do not wish to injure them in any way. With the exception of maiming them, perhaps.

Do not be alarmed, dear lady, it was merely a jest. They are my heirs, after all. Is it of any significance that now my valet, the laundry workers, and my tailor will have their hands full with attempting to remove the ink stains from my best royal garments or mend my tunic if it is not possible? What about my secretary, the royal scribes, and me devoting our time to recreating the contents of the destroyed documents? And I am certain that the Master Carpenter who made my desk will be thrilled when he sees the stains that will have to be somehow removed from the wood. No, no injuries whatsoever.

That is how my family life looks this winter. Every single Dwarf is cooped up under our Mountain and the constant snowstorms make it difficult to enjoy the beauty of the season in full. It is truly a quiet time of peace. With the exception of the rather loud sounds I hear daily from the corridor outside my door. They are echoing against the walls again as I write these words and sound suspiciously like my beloved sister’s voice. Dis calls for her sons and when I hear the anger in her exclamations, I recall that she inherited her temper from our mother. I am certain that my dear sister-sons are escaping as far from that voice as they can. I wonder what they did this time. Have they made another ice skating rink in the Entrance Hall? Or have they put red ants in the Woodland Realm’s ambassador’s coffers again? Whatever they did, I will be more than happy to witness the moment when Dis descends upon them. I assure you, my lady, her wrath is much more pernicious than my attempts at strangling them (which I firmly deny, of course).

I hope that in these dire circumstances you will forgive me for ending my letter here. Crooc demands another treat and I would rather not antagonise my winged messenger when he is to fly to you with this letter. May he find you in good spirits and health!

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

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lucigoo · 1 year ago

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Bagginshield-tober: Day 3-Barrels

So my take on the prompt, barrles.

You can also see the colleciton here on A03

Bilbo sat happily in his office doing paperwork. Well, technically it was Thorin’s office, but as he let the paperwork pile up Bilbo knew no one would care if he was in there doing it instead. He was currently sitting looking over a report on the iron yield of the mountain, while he may not understand the product itself, he absolutely understood numbers. One wasn't the largest landowner in The Shire for nothing.

He sat, happily humming to himself as he fixed the audits when bang! Bofur found himself falling through the door. “What in Arda, Bofur? You scared the life out of me,” Bilbo told him, annoyed.

Bofur didn't answer, he just breathed heavily, obviously having run. Bilbo took pity on him and tutted as he tried to usher him into the chair.

“No time, No time Bilbo, Thorin is in the throne room, alone with Thranduil.” He gasped out.

Bilbo gave a startled sound and tried to cover the dismay on his face. “When you say alone, do you mean just Thorin and Thranduil?” he asked, trying to understand how bad this situation was going to be. “Where Balin, or Dis, or even Kili if necessary?” he asked quickly, mind racing over what kind of damage control they would have to do. And by them, he meant he.

”They are all still with Bard, Thranduil isnt due for a day, he arrived early, quietly, on purpose the pointy eared prick” Bofur all but growled out.

“Yes yes, elves are bad, terrible creatures, now, who exactly is in the throne room with Thorin?” Bilbo demanded, hands on his hips, biting his bottom lip in thought.

“Thorin, Dwalin and Gloin, with Thranduil, Legolas and the t’other elves.” Bofur answered promptly.

Bilbo couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and groan into them, of course, there three most volatile dwarves when it came to elves, and the biggest fool was the bloody king. “Fine, fine,” he said, already tired just by the thought. “Lets go stop another war”.

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Bilbo stopped outside the doors of the throne room to sort himself out after his mad dash, fixing his waistcoat and his braids before walking in like he owned the place, because, he thought with a small smile, he kind of did, he supposed.

He didn't have to look very far to find his husband, he was busy shouting at Thranduil who was happily sneering back. Bilbo sighed as he walked forward and stood between the two males arguing over who knew what now.

His ears pricked up and a frown as he heard the end of Thorin’s rant in Khuzdul, he could pick most of it up and he turned his head and looked at Thorin. “Barrels?” he asked as he looked at his husband.

His husband who looked down on his hobbit and felt the wind leave his sails. “Aye ghivashel, he offers us insults over barrels.” Thorin snarled out.

Bilbo held his hand up to stop Thorin’s ongoing rant, Thorin for his part snapped his mouth shut and gritted his teeth, glaring at Thranduil. Bilbo turned his head to look at the smug look on Thranduil’s face. Bilbo really wanted to scream, it was one of those days, where both males were arguing and screaming at one another.

“Thranduil, good day, you're early.” Bilbo stated, leaving Thranduil no wiggle room for excuses.

Instead, Thranduil, slippery git that he was motioned for Legolas who moved forward. “Yes, my son misses his bonded sister, as i do my daughter, we decided you wouldn't mind extending the hospitality of dwarves for an extra night.” He said smugly, snidely.

Bilbo just sighed deeply as he heard Thorin take in a breath to start the arguing all over again. “You are, of course, always welcome here, and we look forward to returning the opportunity to be hosted in your home.” Bilbo said with a sicky, sweet smile as both Thorin and Tranduil said “You do?” before glaring at one another.

Bilbo had to suppress his smile at the pair, they were like mardy little faunts on a hot day sometimes, just bickering for the sake of bickering. “Yes, we do, now, is there some business we need to attend to before I have someone escort you to your suite?”

“Yes, there is Lord Baggins,2 Thranduil said in all pompousness. “Your king, your husband, and his Company owe me the price of 13 large, expensive barrels.” He sneered.

Bilbo just looked at him incredulously. “Are you serious?2 he asked.

“Of course, your Company destroyed them, I wish to be reimbursed.” Thranduil demanded.

Bilbo stood there, shocked at how petty one man could be, honestly. He stood thinking as he heard his dwarves and the elves starting bickering again. Honest, he should have become a teacher, the amount of childish arguments he had to sort out.

“Enough” Bilbo shouted, causing everyone to look at him in shock. He rarely raised his voice, and never shouted in official settings as it was very un-hobbitlike. Bilbo found he didn't care at this moment.

“King Thranduil, we apologise for ruining your barrels, however, as I'm sure you're aware you had a part to play in the incident too. Now, we are neighbours and a budding friendship is being forged between our kingdoms” he said sweetly, when all of a sudden his eyes narrowed, causing Thranduil to take a slight half step back. “You will get reimbursement for the barrels when I get compensation for my dwarves for a month-long illogical imprisonment. DO you want to go down this route my Lord?2 he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Bilbo saw the sour look crossing Thranduil’s face and could imagine the gleeful one about to cross Thorin’s so he carried on. “However, we are neighbours and friends. I will send an order to the shire for 26 barrels. Made of good, strong Shire wood and you never know, I might even convince old Hamfast to fill it with the best Shire wine. As a gift of friendship and moving forward from petty squabbles if that is acceptable my Lord?” he asked, allowing Thranduil to save face and probably stopping a diplomatic incident. At least this time.

“That is most agreeable Consort Baggins, now, i believe we were to head to our suite?” he asked as though the last conversation had not happened. Bilbo just sighed and gestured to Bofur to take the elves. Whilst he may not like them, unlike Gloin he knew to keep his mouth shut.

Bilbo waited until Thranduil was gone and the large stone door was closed before ripping into his husband. “You rockheaded, stone dead fools. Honestly, Yavanna give me patience because Aule sure didn't give you fools' brains.” he snarled at them, refusing to give them a chance to speak.

“I don't care, I don't care how much he insults you, sneers at you or looks down at you. We are not having a war with the elves because you and Thranduil are prideful idiots. Now, I expect you to behave for the rest of the time he is here, or I will murder you in your sleep and replace you with Dis.” he snarled as he marched out of the throne room.

Thorin, Dwalin and Gloin all looked at one another shocked, mouths hanging open at how viscous their hobbit had become. No one said anything until Dwalin cautiously asked “how mad do you think he is? Like no baking mad?” he asked with a frown.

Gloin looked at him in shock. “He wouldn't? Do hobbits withhold food when they are angry?” he asked incredulously.

The three looked at one another, forgot all decorum and ran after Bilbo, no grudge with an elf was worth losing Bilbo’s baking for.

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