#hobbitfanfic

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Light and Shadows (Thranduil's story post BOTFA) - Of old and new (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1104464888-light-and-shadows-thranduil%27s-story-post-botfa-of?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=LuthienCordeiro&wp_originator=ZCcCGvlF8PhELP%2FGBjNuiIFyK3PDmZ%2FVcf8NKZODlpQKMZHro%2FxF2SrgSSDrbzhuE8GB5aBbCPbahHGKWJHclXTneYPDDVLF0s4TVlCRODlx%2B37hSEgljIenqOcUZryo The Elvenking is like a very strong, old tree, deeply rooted in the kingdom he pledged himself to protect. He also pledged himself to protect his heart from love and loss, out of fear that it might weaken him, but that proved to be disastrous. Love...what daunting word rubbed in his face by that fearless redhead elleth during the battle in Dale. Is there any love left in him? Follows the story of what happens with Thranduil and Tauriel after BOTFA, during the War of the Ring and further into the 4th Age. Mainly from Thranduil's POV and with many canon events that are only briefly mentioned in the books. Republishing it on Wattpad. Feedback and comments are much appreciated :) "His words were unforgiving again, hiding under the same cold tone he had for centuries, yet he could not believe them himself anymore. Tauriel was looking at him, her gaze seemingly piercing through his soul. His dream to restore Mirkwood to Greenwood and his thoughts of avenging his beloved wife were contradicting everything he said. He did not want to care yet every fibre of his being cared too much." #thranduil #drama #angst #romance #war #magic #feasts

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Kings foil

Where bilbo found the kings foil and kili is able to join the rest of the adventure.

First hobbitfanfic

962 words

[ofahattersmind]

All illustrations have been restored, and some of the editing has been cleaned up. The sequel is in the works, and I’m looking forward to revisiting this world with you all. I have missed it. 

Keep an eye out for Beyond Fate, a Kili centric fic set during the events of Lord of the Rings: War in the North.

Chapters: 38/38 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s) Characters: Fíli, Kíli, Thorin, Dís, Balin, Dwalin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, Óin, Glóin, Ori - Character, Dori, Nori, Gandalf, Frerin, Thráin, Daisy, Bongo, Bilbo - Character, Baranthor, Beorn, Zefur, Thranduil, Bolg, Bard, Sigrid, Tilda, Bain, Smaug, Fallaner, Alfrid, Percy, Bilbo Baggins, Master of Laketown, Dáin Ironfoot Additional Tags: fate be changed, ofahattersmind, Fíli-centric, No Slash Series: Part 1 of Fate Be Changed Summary:

When Fíli was five years old, he had a dream on the last night of summer. The dream comes to him again on the same night every year, carrying a disturbing message. Every step, every thought and every choice he makes will either bring him closer to destruction or the salvation of his family.

[u-bedin-edhellen]

Part 3 is up!

Part 3 of I Don't Speak Elvish is up on Wattpad featuring a new cover.

https://my.w.tt/0JEmRuB6v3

[frosticenow]

New Chapter tomorrow!!

See pervious chapter here!

Sneak Peek: A Diamond in the Garden

I have been getting such an amazing response to this fic!! Thank you all so much!!! Last time we saw what Bilbo had been getting up to, now its Thorin's turn. Also a little bit of Dain, as a treat. (side note all of the chapters for this fic have titles and I am a little proud of them!)

I also want to thank @rosasynstylae for being a great beta. (Also check out her fics. They are great, she just uploaded two new fics. If you are a fan of cabbage patch hobbits you have got to check them out!)

Chapter 2:  An Anxious Dwarrow King

Dwalin had one job: to protect his King.  He took that job seriously and while mostly it pertained to him keeping the King safe from mortal danger, Dwalin also liked to try and make sure his King was happy.  Mostly though that was because they were friends and had been since they were dwarflings.  On the quest there was not much that could be done or that Thorin would let him do.  

When it became clear that the King had feelings for the little hobbit, Dwalin arranged it so that they most often sat together or so that the King would be near his little burglar.  When Dwalin noticed that Bilbo was giving Thorin more than a few appreciative glances, well it was not too hard to get Thorin to take his shirt off when they were sparring.  Bilbo started to come round more when that happened, instead of hiding by Bombur to help cook.  That seemed to please Thorin.  Later in the quest Dwalin even took a few extra watches so the hobbit and the dwarrow King could wander off together for a little.  Thorin appreciated this even more.  

In Erebor this job became even more difficult, there was no burglar for Dwalin to arrange private meetings with. 

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Thorin and The Company X Fem!Modern Reader (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/XAcjQPjcPO You're a modern female who managed to get sucked into the world of The Hobbit, Middle Earth, with a few friends who were also huge LOTR geeks. Thorin and his company were unsure of you and your friends at first but let you come with them. You make your way to Rivendell with the company and as you're having dinner, before Bofur decides to make a sh…

[kae-steorra]

Have you read the latest chapter of my Hobbit FanFic yet?

“However, she did feel some relief. Gandalf had come, not only did he save many of them just in that single moment, but he came back to lead the company on. She could leave and return to her own simple life.”

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10009339/13/More-Fierce-than-Fire

[luckynumber1213]

This series is awesome!!

For Better or Worse Masterlist

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six Part Seven

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It’s Always You

Fandom: The Hobbit Paring: Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield Words: 1,542 Authors Note: Had this idea while watching bagginshield videos (honestly, what am I doing to myself?) Thorin’s about to head out to face a huge group of orcs that they ran into on their journey to Erebor. Before the dwarf king leaves, however, Bilbo catches his attention and it takes him by surprise. ~x~ Bilbo’s eyes flicked quickly to Thorin’s back, watching his muscles move as he walked in front of him. Bilbo’s small body shaking as a sharp wind blew into the valley in which they now stood. They were damp with rain, their clothes sticking to their skin. It was around midday, as Bilbo guessed by the way the sun beat down on them, high in the sky. They had been wading through a shallow stream that ran down the slim valley, slipping on wet stones and tripping over holes in the sand-bed that lay underneath. It was more exhausting that one would’ve original thought and the hobbits’ calves burned and ached as they treaded through the water. Blasted dwarves, he thought bitterly, kicking the water in front of him angrily. And to think that he would be back in his hole in Hobbiton if it weren’t for Gandalf. Of course, these were usual things for such a hobbit as Bilbo Baggins to be thinking, for it was quite unusual for a Baggins to run out in the blue. But a small part of him was enjoying this journey beyond belief. Whether it was the merry company of the dwarves, the wide and beautiful landscapes or just merely being on the road that made it attractive, it was hard to say. I guess you could also say that Mr.Baggins was taking a particular interest into a certain dwarf. The hobbit slowly switched his gaze to Thorin Oakenshield, who was trudging through the cold water without a word, his fists clenched at his sides. His hair was flopped lazily down his back, darker than its’ usual color due to the previous rain that day. Bilbo bit down on his lip as his ears caught the sound of a twig snapping under-foot amongst the trees on the right side of the bank. The Company instantly stopped as Thorin quickly raised his hand to silence their heavy breathing. All was silent for a moment, and Bilbo silently wished for it to be nothing more than a doe or a bird.

They had been on the run from the foul beasts known as orcs. The hobbit merely thought of such things as fairytales, nothing of reality. But they had spotted a large pack hunting them down a few days back, and Bilbo often dreamt of the foul faces of the orcs and the sharp, bared fangs of the wargs which they rode on. And as the twig had snapped, all minds had instantly gone to orcs. When there was to be a situation where they thought they heard or saw an orc, Thorin would usually volunteer himself to go and see it out, sometimes alone even. This would leave the poor hobbit silently worrying himself to death, for he would not be able to bare not seeing the dwarf again. Yes, it was true. For no matter how many times he simply denied it to himself, he had become truly smitten with the dwarf king. He would be on his toes worrying about Thorin when he wasn’t with them, and tried to avoid being alone with Thorin, for Bilbo knew that he could not hide his feelings forever. There would be a day to come in which he would have the words accidentally leave his mouth. And he had it in his head that Thorin Oakenshield could not possibly love such a being as he, for he was such a useless, weak hobbit from The Shire. Compared to a dwarf king, there was a good amount of difference between the two. The dwarves and hobbit stood still in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the area in which they had heard the twig snap. Thorins’ voice broke the silence first, rough and low. “I’ll go see what it is” He said in a calm tone, lowering his hand to reach for his sword and began to take a step forward. Balin waded quickly through the water in front of Thorin, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him from moving forward. “It’s unlikely that it’s anythin’, Thorin” He said, furrowing his white, bushy eyebrows together. “I shall not take that chance” He snapped quickly, before gathering up Dwalin, Fili and Kili with him to set off to scout. Balin, in defeat, rounded up the other dwarves and let them rest on the bank of the river, landing with cracks and thuds as they fell down onto pebbles and sand. Bilbo’s jaw clenched as he watched Dwalin, pulling Kili with him, up the slope that lead into the forest on the other side of the stream. Fili followed close behind them, with Thorin trailing behind. Something snapped in Bilbo’s mind, for before he knew it, he had run up behind Thorin and pulled him by the end of his sleeve to face the hobbit. “What is it?” Thorin asked calmly as his eyes rested on Bilbo’s with an unknown expression, his mouth set in it’s usual straight-line. The hobbit chewed on the inside of his cheek nervously, fumbling his thumbs in front of his hips. “P-Please” He stuttered, desperately searching for the correct words. Mr.Baggins didn’t seem the best for talking to someone whom he had feelings for. This had proven itself to him many times before. The dwarf ticked his head slowly to the side, raising a brow in confusion. Bilbo breathed in a shaky breath, before exhaling and looking into Thorin’s eyes. “Please do not go again. I-I couldn’t… I wouldn’t know what to do if you didn’t return” He admitted quickly, pausing between every couple of words, his voice cracking. He blinked quickly, trying to keep back the blush appearing on his cheeks, nose and ears. Thorin gazed down at Bilbo in surprise, his lips parted as he struggled to make words escape his lips. “Bilbo, I-“ “Please. N-No matter how many times I try to ignore it.. I- I can’t… it’s..” He shook his head, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tried to articulate his words correctly. They stood silent for a brief moment, with the only sounds around them being the water and dwarves. Suddenly, Bilbo looked back up at Thorin’s face, his eyebrows furrowed together as he spoke. “It’s always you” The dwarf didn’t flinch or make any sign of surprise. Instead, he stood still and looked down at the hobbit with furrowed brows and eyes full of something that Bilbo couldn’t quite put his finger on. But it suddenly hit the hobbit that he had just admitted to Thorin of his feelings, and his heart felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest. How could he have been so foolish to tell Thorin his feelings? “I’m sorry..” Bilbo whispered lowly, almost inaudible. As he began to step slowly backwards, his attention turned back to Thorin once he heard a soft laugh in his direction. When the hobbit looked back at him, the dwarf king was in fact laughing with a warm blush on his face. Bilbo looked up at him in a confused expression. “Oh, Mahal..” Thorin shook his head with a loving smile as he looked at Bilbo. Without saying anything, the dwarf slowly walked towards him and suddenly leaned forward so that his lips were only just hovering over Bilbo’s. The hobbit’s breath hitched in the back of his throat, his eyes wide. “I am sorry to have caused you such worry” Thorin whispered softly, his breath warm against Bilbo’s cheek. As the hobbit looked down to his lips, the dwarf leaned to the left slightly and rested his chin on top of Mr.Baggins’s shoulder. His strong, wide arms slowly wrapped around Bilbo’s sides, pulling his smaller frame to his broader one. Bilbo stood speechless and still into Thorin’s hug, before nuzzling his face closer into Thorin’s fur-rimmed coat, breathing in the smell of wilderness and sweat. They stood like that for what felt like hours for Bilbo, but was merely a couple of minutes, until Thorin pulled back slowly, looking lovingly into the hobbits’ eyes. “Please, do not worry about me. I will come back to you. You have my word” He said slowly and deeply, pressing his forehead briefly against Bilbo’s before turning on his heel and jogging after Fili who stood at the edge of the forest, his face red as to what he just saw. Bilbo blinked a few times, trying to take in what Thorin had just done. Something in Mr.Baggins’s mind told him that Thorin would keep his promise, no matter what were to happen. Bilbo smiled to himself knowingly, shuffling his feet against the pebble-scattered ground. As he watched Fili disappear beneath the shadow of the trees, he spotted Thorin turning around quickly to glance back at him. Bilbo’s eyes turned to Thorin’s lips as he mouthed something, which made the blush return once more to his face, before running off after his nephew. Bilbo giggled softly to himself, rubbing his neck with a shaky hand. Shyly, he glanced back at Balin, who was grinning knowingly behind him, before turning back to the forest in which the four dwarves had disappeared in. … “I love you too” ~x~

[conversacomsmaug]

Essa moça me confundiu com alguém que estava ajudando outro que está copiando as fics dela, eu realmente nem lembro o nome do outro perfil. É tanta página aberta no meu navegador, ainda mais agora que estou super viciada nesse lindo casal, que leio e comento, não fico prestando atenção em intrigas alheia, sinceramente. Muitos escritores usam pseudônimos diferentes em plataformas diferentes, achei que era o caso e comentei lá também achando que era a mesma pessoa. A escrita dela é muito boa e a história mais ainda, é uma pena que ela não deu abertura para conversa e esteja paranóica a ponto de bloquear alguns fans baseada em nada mais do que "achismo". Mesmo assim vou indicar essa que ela está escrevendo porque é muito legal de ler e qualquer fic boa de Thrandiel merece reconhecimento.

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I need more Lee/Dean fics in my life! Or Thranduil/Fili!

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I Do Not Dance

Lee Pace told an interviewer on the red carpet that he doesn't think Thranduil is the type to dance. Maybe he is right, Thranduil isn't the dancing type, but what if he was inspired by a beautiful and magical young she-elf? Here is my take on Thranduil learning to loosen up a little bit and dance.

He'd never had a reason to dance. The king of the Mirkwood elves was known for the incredible feasts and parties he threw, but he had never danced at one, preferring instead to sit in his throne and oversee the festivities. It wasn't as though no one tried to get him to dance, some daring she-elves even going so far as to ask him to dance with them- it was simply that he refused every time. That is, until one particular girl caught his eye and convinced him. Faerveren was a young elf who was finally of age to join the festivities in Mirkwood. Younger elves were to stay home and go to bed directly after a feast, and were only allowed to stay and enjoy the drinks and dancing once they were a certain age. Faerveren had finally reached that age, and she was absolutely overjoyed. She had always been a pent-up ball of energy- never tired, always ready for a new challenge or more fun to be had. And everyone in the room knew this as well. She seemed to glow and lit up the entire hall as the party began to unfold. Somehow, she managed to look so elegant and yet so excited as she swayed around on the dance floor, occasionally making happy conversation with other elves around her. Her long flaxen hair followed in a heavenly train behind her and seemed to compliment her every movement as she danced around. Her smile was absolutely radiant, and she was the kind of girl that drew everyone's attention in the room. Thus, it is no wonder she caught the elven King's attention from atop his high throne. He watched over the celebration, quietly, but he was content with his work. Yet another event that he had planned and executed successfully. He smirked to himself. I am such a great king, he thought. As he watched, it occurred to him that there was something different this time. Something better. Everyone seemed more energetic, seemed to enjoy themselves more. He squinted, eyeing the crowds of elven folk standing at the wine tables and covering the dance floor. It was there he spotted a young elven maid spinnning around on the dance floor, her simple yet elegant dress swirling around her like a tornado of silken fabric. He looked at her more closely. He had not seen this one before. This must have been her first elven party, because Thranduil was certain he could not have missed her before. Though she was not doing it expressly, she seemed to have a way to make herself the centre of attention. As the king watched her, even he could not take his eyes off of her. At times, she would randomly grab another elf's hand and pull them into her whirling storm of energy. She'd drag the lucky elf around with her on the dance floor (oftentimes he would not be able to keep up), before switching to the next person. How did she possess so much energy? Thranduil was intrigued. Meanwhile, below, Thranduil was not the only one who was intrigued. Faerveren herself was also wondering about the seemingly lonesome elf king. He sat isolated from everyone else, on his throne up above. His only company was found in the two guards that stood on either side of him. She wondered why he did not come down to the dance floor. She would really love a chance to dance with him. As she crossed the floor to grab herself another glass of wine from the food table, she inquired with an older elf who stood, casually sipping his own beverage. "Does King Thranduil not dance at these parties?" she asked, gesturing to the elvenking with her glass of wine. The other elf shook his head. "No, I do not think I have ever seen him dance in fact." "I wonder why not..." she pondered. "It looks awfully lonely up there." "He doesn't seem to mind it," the elf shrugged. "It's funny. He goes through so much effort in planning these amazing celebrations, and yet he doesn't even allow himself to enjoy them? That doesn't seem fair," she continued. "I think he just prefers to keep to himself." "What if I asked him to dance?" she asked mischievously, her face lighting up. "Oh, others have tried. He will reject you," the elf said apologetically. "Not to be too harsh." "I don't think so. I'm awfully good at persuading people," she said. Before giving it a second thought, she grabbed a full bottle of wine from the table and made her way over to the steps that led up to the king's throne, determination in her eyes. Of course, as soon as she reached these steps, the guards came towards her and blocked her from going any further. She looked taken aback, but stepped back from them, not wanting to get in a fight. "May we help you, madam?" one of them asked gruffly. "I was just hoping to speak to the king..." she said, her nerve suddenly failing her. The guards were awfully intimidating. She could feel the king looking down on her from where he sat as well. "Sorry, but you cannot do that right now," the guard told her firmly. "Just for a moment? I just want to ask him something..." "No," the guard said, and they grabbed her by the arms. She flinched. "You cannot-" "Dimaethor, Hador, let go of her," she heard the elf king say suddnely and sharply. "Let her up here." They looked up at him, still holding onto Faervaren. "Are you certain, your honor?" He nodded once, just slightly, and they let the girl go. She looked at Thranduil, suddenly feeling a lot more intimidated than she had moments before. Thranduil looked at her squarely. "Come up here, my dear. What was it you wanted?" She quickly skittered up the steps, golden hair bouncing as she moved, and stood before the king. "I was just wondering why you do not come down and enjoy the festivities with everyone else," she said, trying to regain courage. "I prefer it much better from up here," he said nonchalantly. "The view is much better." "But you cannot taste the wine from up here, nor converse with the elven folk, nor feel the elation of dance." "Perhaps not, but it is my job as a king to watch over all of you. What if something were to go wrong and I was too busy enjoying myself to notice?" "My lord, you are always on duty. Do you not think you should enjoy yourself once in a while? Maybe just this once?" she asked hopefully. "Come and dance with us..." He chuckled. "I am touched by the offer from such a beautiful young maiden, but I will have you know I do not dance." She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "My lord..." He shook his head. "I do not see any point or reason for enjoying dancing." "I doubt you," she shook her head. "But I will not go against the word of my king. Then I will ask, why do you not come down to enjoy the wine?" "Oh, I had a glass at supper earlier," he waved his hand. "And you do not desire more?" "No, I do not." "Well, I brought you a bottle," she said. "And I must say, this wine is exquisite." "Thank you, I picked it out myself, and I must say it is divine. But I will not drink anymore for today, thank you," he said. This girl was perplexing him, and he furrowed his eyebrows while he watched her. Usually after he said no once, others would back down immediately. Was she not fazed by him? He couldn't help but admire her spunk. It was quite charming. "I hate to be so brazen, but I will not leave until you enjoy yourself at least a tiny bit. Have a sip of this damn wine!" she said, holding the bottle out to him. He eyed it carefully, and returned his gaze to her. "No thank you," he said patiently. "I think it would be best if you left now." She shook her head fiercely. "Not until you have a sip." He rolled his eyes and took the bottle from her, almost chuckling at her boldness. How dare she command him what to do! He was the king. He ought to put her in her place. But the second his lips touched the wine, he knew she had gotten him. He had a weakness for wine like no other, and took a very long sip of the wine. It was a buttery wine, and it seemed to absolutely slide down his throat, leaving behind the warm sensation of good alcohol. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste, even after he had swallowed the whole mouthful. He could hear the high-spirited she-elf before him laughing and he opened his eyes to glare at her. "Now tell me you didn't enjoy that, my king!" she giggled. "I saw the look on your face! If that wine was an elf, you'd marry her!" He couldn't help but smile. "Fine, you are right," he said, taking another long sip. "Perhaps I'll have just a bit of this." Faerveren smirked. Thranduil eyed her as he took another sip of the wine. He must have gotten a full glass with the three sips he had taken so far! She was about to leave, figuring her work was done (even though she couldn't convince him to dance, at least she got him to enjoy the wine!), when he spoke to her again. "You never told me your name," he said to her, tilting his head. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Your honour, I am Faerveren. It is a pleasure to meet you." She bowed, but he dismissed it with a wave of the hand. "Please, call me Thranduil," he said. "Okay... Thranduil," she said. The word felt foreign on her tongue. Elves were not to call their king by name, so it surprised her that he allowed it. He laughed upon seeing the face she made as she said it. "Faerveren," he said. "That is a very nice name." To match a beautiful elf, he thought. "Thank you, my ki-" she cut herself off. "Thranduil." "It means joyous spirit, does it not?" he smiled slightly. She nodded. "I can see why that name was chosen for you then," he chuckled. "You are something." She couldn't hide the blush that came to her cheeks. "Thank you." "I think it is my turn to offer you a sip of this wine now," he said, holding the bottle out to her. "You can never have too much." She accepted gracefully, taking the bottle and drinking a long sip like the king had. She tried not to think about how Thranduil's rather luscious lips had been on the same bottle mouth seconds earlier. She handed it back to him. The wine was strong, and she could feel a slight buzz from the one sip and the two glasses she'd had earlier. She couldn't imagine how Thranduil must be feeling, judging by how he had already drank half the bottle she'd just brought him. He already seemed looser, more laid-back. "You were right, I was kind of lonely," he said. "I am glad you came up here. I hope you will continue to keep me company..." he gestured to the arm of his throne, indicating Faerveren could sit there. She gladly obliged, shocked the king would allow her to get so close to him, but also pleased. She sat, her legs dangling off the side away from him. "You know, it does get kind of lonely being king sometimes," he said, furrowing his brow. "I cannot imagine how lonely it must get," she agreed. "But such is the nature of such a high position." He nodded. Faerveren had a burning question to ask, so she blurted out: "Do you think you will marry one day?" Thranduil did not seem surprised by the question at all. People no doubt wondered about it, seeing as he had been the sole ruler for such a long time. "I hope to..." he answered. "It will happen when I find the right elf." He turned to her and raised an eyebrow. "Do you?" "Do I what?" "Hope to get married?" he took another sip of the wine. The bottle was more than halfway empty now. "Yes of course," she said. "And to have children." He laughed. "I have only just met you, but somehow I could not imagine you raising a child." She pretended to look insulted. "Excuse me, I think I would make a great mother." "You don't seem like the maternal type to me, coming up here and forcing me to drink wine," he laughed. "I hope you wouldn't do that to your child." "I came up here because you looked lonely! We are at a party, you are supposed to have fun!" she argued. "You're right, you're right," he smiled. "Well, are you having fun?" He leaned in to her. "I am now," he said, sliding one arm around her waist. She was sure her face was turning bright red but she tried to act calm. "I'm glad," she smiled. "Do you know what would be even more fun?" "What?" he asked, intrigued. "If we went dancing..." she suggested. He threw his head back in mock frustration. "I said I do not dance!" "And before you said you do not drink wine," she pointed out. "But look, you've almost downed the whole bottle." He dropped the bottle to the ground beside his throne and looked at her. "You," he said, putting his other arm around her and pulling her off the arm of the chair and onto his lap, "are just asking for trouble." She laughed. "I'm simply stating the facts." "I wouldn't argue with the king if I were you," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Luckily I'm not you," she said cleverly. "I ought to punish you," he shook his head. A few strands of his silvery hair fell onto her arm, and she was reminded of the fact that somehow, she was sitting on King Thranduil's lap. With his arms around her. She ran her fingers through the end of his hair playfully. "But you won't," she smirked. "Because you will be too busy dancing." "I told you, there is no point in dancing!" "There definitely is," she countered. "And, if you do what I say and come dance with me, just for a little while-" "Then you have to do whatever I say after," he said, a sliver of sultriness slipping into his tone. Faerveren simpered. "Fine," she said. "Mm, then I would be more than glad to dance with you now," Thranduil murmured, standing up, picking up Faerveren with him before setting her gently onto her feet. He took her hand and led her down the stairs behind him, his long silken cape following on the steps behind him. "Guards, I am going to dance," he waved at them with his free hand. "If anything happens, alert me immediately." Faerveren caught a glimpse of their faces through the opening in their helmets and was happy to see they both looked surprised. She had done it. She had convinced the great king Thranduil to get off his throne and enjoy himself for once. She was proud of herself. The elves watched, some stopping the conversations they were having, as Thranduil stepped towards the dance floor, leading the lean and pretty she-elf behind him. He turned to her suddenly, drawing close, and whispered to her: "There is just one problem, Faerveren. I do not know how to dance..." The musicians were playing a lively tune, and the music was loud, but he still heard her laugh over the song. Thranduil looked at her sternly and she stopped. "Sorry..." she said, holding back a smile. "Don't worry, Thranduil, I will teach you." She put her arms over his shoulders, allowing her hands to run through his silky hair, and looked him in the eye. "Now, you put your hands around my waist..." she instructed. "And we just move..." With that, she began leading him, spinning the two of them around and smiling as she felt the elvenking beginning to relax. Thank the stars for that bottle of wine, she thought, otherwise he never would have agreed to this. And as the two continued to dance, she could see Thranduil beginning to enjoy himself. He was beginning to understand how to move with her, and before long he was smiling. He looked divine under the light of the hundreds of lanterns that filled the hall- his usually distant eyes sparkling, his hair flowing, his robe dancing around him. But best of all was the smile he wore. When a slower song came on, Faerveren pulled herself closer to him and whispered to him. "So, didn't you tell me you don't dance?" she asked with a sly smile. "Perhaps you gave me a reason to," was all he said in return.

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New Chapter Tomorrow!

See the earlier chapter here.

Sneak Peek: A Diamond in the Garden

I have been getting such an amazing response to this fic!! Thank you all so much!!! Last time we saw what Bilbo had been getting up to, now its Thorin's turn. Also a little bit of Dain, as a treat. (side note all of the chapters for this fic have titles and I am a little proud of them!)

I also want to thank @rosasynstylae for being a great beta. (Also check out her fics. They are great, she just uploaded two new fics. If you are a fan of cabbage patch hobbits you have got to check them out!)

Chapter 2:  An Anxious Dwarrow King

Dwalin had one job: to protect his King.  He took that job seriously and while mostly it pertained to him keeping the King safe from mortal danger, Dwalin also liked to try and make sure his King was happy.  Mostly though that was because they were friends and had been since they were dwarflings.  On the quest there was not much that could be done or that Thorin would let him do.  

When it became clear that the King had feelings for the little hobbit, Dwalin arranged it so that they most often sat together or so that the King would be near his little burglar.  When Dwalin noticed that Bilbo was giving Thorin more than a few appreciative glances, well it was not too hard to get Thorin to take his shirt off when they were sparring.  Bilbo started to come round more when that happened, instead of hiding by Bombur to help cook.  That seemed to please Thorin.  Later in the quest Dwalin even took a few extra watches so the hobbit and the dwarrow King could wander off together for a little.  Thorin appreciated this even more.  

In Erebor this job became even more difficult, there was no burglar for Dwalin to arrange private meetings with. 

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You could've been killed

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield Words: 1,354 Note From Author: Ayyy! Finally managed to think of a fic idea :D Woop woop! The Company are being hunted down by an orc pack, who’s not so far behind when they decide to make camp. Fili and Kili decide that they’ve had enough of running, so they bring Bilbo along to take care of the pack. After a short battle, Thorin is furious to find out that the hobbit was apart of it. ~x~ Bilbo took one last swing at the foul body of an orc, whose face looked like it had been trampled over by several horses. It hissed and growled as it charged forward towards the hobbit, some type of axe in his hand, but stopping as Bilbo Baggins swiped his sword across his throat, swiping the orcs’ head clean off. The beast gurgled, writhing on the ground, headless. Feeling bile rising in his throat, he took a step back and bit his hand, attempting to keep his supper down where it belongs. Fili and Kili, with their tunics matted with blood and dirt, ran over with mischievous grins on their faces. Bilbo turned to the two princes and furrowed his eyebrows together. The hobbit would not have been fighting, if it weren’t for the persuasive skills of these two. The Company had been on the run for days on end by an orc pack, who always seemed to be hot on their tail. While the dwarves were making camp, the younger dwarves had decided that they would like to smash a few heads together quietly. Two members couldn’t take the orcs alone, and most of the dwarves in The Company would just tell Thorin of their schemes. So, naturally, they convinced Bilbo to help them kill off the disgusting beasts. The hobbit would not have gone if it wasn’t for the mention of Thorin, the great dwarf king who seemed to despise his company. Perhaps if he were to prove himself, things would be different. “Aye, master burglar! You’re a pretty good fighter, right Kee?” Fili began, interrupting Bilbo’s thoughts and raising his eyebrows before turning to his brother, patting him roughly on the back. Kili nodded enthusiastically, wiping an arm across his forehead to get rid of sweat beads or blood that was splattered all over his face. “Imagine what Thorin will think when he sees that we took care of the orc pack! Maybe he’ll give us an extra bowl of supper, Fee!” The brunette-dwarf raised both large hands on either side of his face, making an “oh my goodness” expression.   “How about two extra bowls?” The golden prince hopped on the balls of his feet slightly as the two gasped over having extra food. The hobbit simply shook his head, frustration building up. Bilbo simply stood in his place quietly, before he heard the slight snap of twigs under-foot. His ears twitched and he spun around, raising his sword to the direction he heard the noise. “What do you think you were doing?” A low, familiar voice growled in front of them. The two princes instantly closed their mouths when they heard the sound of disapproval in Thorin’s voice as he walked forward out of the shadows, his eyes in flames as he stared at the two.

"Uncle!" They both called out in unison, their lips parted in surprise.  “You two should know better than to run off to kill an orc pack alone” He spat, glaring at his nephews with such rage. But then his gaze drifted down to Bilbo, who stood in front of him. “But you.. I expected better” Thorin hissed at the hobbit, causing his heart to break. Why should the hobbit feel sad? Of course nothing would change how the dwarf acted towards him. Thorin was the most stubborn being he’s met, and when he has his mind set on something, he keeps it that way. The dwarf king turned back to his nephews. “Dwalin was looking all over for you! Do you not know of the panic you’ve caused?” “We’re sorry, Uncle” Fili said in a hushed tone, shuffling his feet nervously. “Go back to the camp!” He ordered them, turning around on his heel, facing his back to the three. Fili and Kili ran back without hesitation, brushing past bushes and stepping heavily on leaves that had fallen from the trees. Bilbo stopped and looked at the dwarf for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall calmly. For some reason, the young hobbit had hoped that Thorin could see something else in him. Worth or, perhaps, friendship. Even though the two had their obvious differences, Bilbo Baggins admired the dwarf greatly. Without a word, the burglar began to quietly walk back to the camp, when Thorin cleared his throat, making him stop in his place. “Not you, Master Burglar” He said with a dangerous tone, making Bilbo wince, not daring to turn around. “How am I to trust such a.. hobbit, with the deed of helping us on this journey if he does not know the difference between bravery and stupidity” Thorin spat in a hushed tone, taking a step towards Bilbo with each passing second. Every word that he said stung Bilbo in his head, making his chest shake as he tried not to cry out. “You.. You could’ve..” The tone in the dwarf’s voice changed instantly, almost shaking as he spoke. It took Bilbo by surprise, when he turned around, finding dwarf pulled the hobbit to his fur-coated chest, embracing him tightly, nuzzling his head against his shoulder. Bilbo instantly stiffened when Thorin did so, for he was not used to anyone showing such affection towards him. “You could’ve been killed” He whispered against his ear, his hot breath tickling Bilbo’s cheek. “T-Thorin?” The hobbit asked in a confused tone, not daring to move his arms. “Bilbo.. you could’ve been killed” He repeated, shaking his head against Bilbo’s shoulder. His voice was full of pain and thought, and even though the hobbit did not feel it himself, it stung his heart the same. Slowly, Bilbo pressed a hand over Thorin’s chest, before slinging the other one over his waist softly. The kings’ breath hitched in his throat as Bilbo touched him, before pulling the young burglar closer. “Your heart is beating so fast..” He whispered, almost inaudible as he felt Thorin’s heart thumping under his chest. “Please be careful. I do not know what would be of me if you had suffered such a fate as death. You are not to go running into the blue when danger is in front of you without the company of your friends”  Thorin nodded, before pulling back, looking down at the hobbits face with adoration. Bilbo blushed under his gaze, looking down at his feet nervously. “Promise me” He said quickly, raising a hand under Bilbo’s chin, pulling his face up to look at his. “Promise me you will not do that again” Thorin sighed, stroking Bilbo’s bottom lip as he held his chin. The hobbit flinched at his rough, calloused hand touching his skin, for it was an alien feeling. However, it was a feeling that Bilbo relished greatly, for he had longed for Thorin to do so. Even though the thought came to him now, he always felt some sort of connection with the brooding dwarf. Wether it was love or friendship, Bilbo could not tell back then. For how could he love someone so great? But as the dwarf stroked his lip soothingly, his eyes planted where his thumb stroked, Bilbo felt something in his heart that made him make a promise to Thorin. For he found that it was love that had bloomed within him, making him smile like a fool whenever the dwarf was in his presence. Mr.Baggins did not wish for this moment to end in a hurry. “I promise” With this, Thorins’ smile reached his eyes as he leaned forward to press a warm kiss on Bilbo’s nose, his beard and hair tickling his face as he did so. “I can not bare the thought of loosing you” Thorin whispered against his ear as he snaked an arm around his waist, before walking back into the camp.  Bilbo leaned against his strong shoulder as their walked, feeling his muscles moving as they did. His mind spun as he thought of what the two were to become when their journey came to an end. For he knew, in his heart, that he belonged with the dwarf, no matter where his home stood. … “I’m not going anywhere” ~x~

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Unexpected Guest

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield Words: 1,334 Note from Author: This one is an AU where after Thorin had ‘died’, he was taken back to Rivendell and was cared for until he had regained his health again. It is set a few weeks later, where Bilbo Baggins had invited the remaining Company over for supper and he receives an unexpected guest. Also, Fili and Kili are alive in this one. Woo :) This drabble was quite short, but I promise a longer one tomorrow. Enjoyy! ~x~ Bilbo Baggins awoke, his breath rugged and his chest heaving, desperate for air. He blinked his eyes quickly, his eyes adjusting to the rays of sunlight entering his hobbit hole through the windows. His breathing calmed instantly as he took note that he was, in-fact, at home. This wasn’t the first night that Mr.Baggins had woken up to sweaty skin and shaky breaths. Ever since the Battle of The Five Armies, Bilbo had been shaken to the bone of the toll that the journey had taken on him. Indeed, he was not his old self- nor he would ever be. Not the timid, respectable and regular hobbit that he once was. No, Mr.Baggins had turned into much more of the braver fellow over the course of the adventure to Erebor. He had dealt with many struggles, there was no denying that fact. But they had all seemed to pass through his mind as time went on. There was one particular moment in his journey, however, that could not leave his mind no matter how hard he had tried. It came to him in his dreams and was the cause of his restless-ness. The death of Thorin Oakenshield; his closest friend and someone he hoped to have more with. They had grown inseparable over the adventure, and had found that they had both become truly smitten with one another. Unknown to the other, of course. But as Thorin had taken his last breaths back at the lonely mountain, Bilbo would dare not keep his feelings hidden from the dwarf in his final moments. He had spoken them quickly, but they were full of heart. Thorin had smiled such a smile; that whenever he thought of the dwarf, it would seem to be there in his mind in an instant.

For Bilbo, the joy had not lasted long as he saw Thorins’ smile, because that was the last thing that Thorin had done. Bilbo had sobbed, harder than he originally thought he would’ve. The thought of never seeing his beloved dwarf again was to be torture. A torture that Mr.Baggins had barely handled, even now, weeks after Thorins’ death, he still had a gloom expression plastered on his face. He would go for walks out of his hobbit-home daily, sometimes for hours, just to venture to where he had planted the oaken tree. Bilbo would sit facing the tiny tree, even though it was barely at knee-length high, and would wonder about what would have been if Thorin had lived to this day. Bilbo had now spent his weeks doing the same thing over and over again, forever in repetition. However, he had received words that The Company was coming over for supper and he had smiled fully for the first time since he had arrived home. And tonight was the night that the dwarves would come once more back into his home, missing all but one- the leader of The Company. ~x~ However, unbeknown to the hobbit, Thorin had been lying down in Erebor for weeks, heavily injured but breathing non-the-less. He owed his life to those of the Elves of Rivendell and greatly appreciated their hospitality, even though he had protested that he would be able to do fine without them. As the days passed by, he had made it his motive to get back to his hobbit and The Company, also hearing word of the gathering at Bag End. As each morning and night went as quick as a dragon, Thorin would spend his time regathering his strength and thinking of nothing else but Mr. Bilbo Baggins. He too admitted it to himself that he had found himself smitten with the person who had made his life a life worth living. And now, on the evening of the gathering in The Shire, Thorin sat atop a pony of black and white. It huffed and puffed, seemingly replicating Thorin’s feelings. He was desperate to run to his hobbit. With a brief farewell to the elf caretakers, Thorin Oakenshild was on his way- grunting at the sharp turns and jumps from the pony, clutching his abdomen, but still he made way, never stopping until he had reached the borders of The Shire. ~x~ The small, cozy and quiet house of the hobbit had soon turned upside down, filled with the familiar faces of the dwarves who had joined him on their past journey. Laughter and chatter travelled through the hallways- mostly coming from the pantry and the dining area. There was clanking, stomping, yelling, laughing and all the warm sounds of The Company that he had heard for many, many days since he had first met them. Bilbo Baggins was a changed hobbit and was soon to adapt to the ways that the dwarfs behaved, even though he dare not replicate their manners. It didn’t take long before the food had been served up to the table, ale had been passed around and food had been thrown. The laughter of the dwarfs had taken the gloomy thoughts out of Bilbo’s mind and had replaced it with the familiar friendship and warmth that he had so longed for when he had arrived back at his home. Bombur caught yet another piece of ripped bread that Bofur had thrown from across the table in his mouth and yelled with triumph. The dwarfs cheered and laughed, their voices loud enough to disturb the whole neighbourhood. Kili tugged on one of Fili’s moustache braids, making him swat his brother playfully on the shoulder. Dwalin shook his head as Nori had teased Ori about something. Bilbo laughed softly under his breath as he noticed the light-behaviour of the dwarfs, his smile reaching his eyes, showing his teeth slightly. The laughter was interrupted by a heavy knocking on the door and the voices faded off as the smiles of the dwarfs disappeared. All eyes turned to Bilbo slowly, their faces showing something of fear and hope in one look. The last time that their wild celebration had been interrupted, it was the fault of Thorin Oakenshield at the beginning of the journey. This had crossed their minds once more, and Bilbo spotted Kili looking down at his lap while Fili leaned softly and slightly against his brothers’ shoulder. Well, someone will have to answer it sooner or later. The knocking came once more and at this, Bilbo Baggins slowly rose from his chair, his eyes never leaving those of The Company. “Must be Gandalf” He mumbled under his breath, nodding to himself. Yes… Yes, that’s who it is. It took a great deal of effort for the hobbit to walk towards the door. Either because he had been sitting in his chair at the dining table for far too long or it was the thought of opening the door, half expecting Thorin but seeing someone else. That was a fact he would be more than disappointed to see. He had no hope in him, however, as he approached the circular door. He slowly drew his hand from his side and rested it on the handle, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, before swinging the door open. And this is when Bilbo Baggins stared into the eyes of a familiar face and it shocked him completely so that he couldn’t move. He stared into the blue eyes of Thorin Oakenshield, the king who he saw die. He died in his arms. He saw it himself. Yet, here he stood, panting slightly with a small smile placed apon his lips. Slowly, the king gathered himself and looked into the eyes of Bilbo with such love that it is indescribable. With this, Bilbo’s eyes blurred with tears. He was sure that he had seen Thorin die. Surely this must be his mind making it all up. That thought had crossed his mind, but it disappeared when Thorin reached out to grab his hand. Tears streamed down Bilbo’s face, his skin flushing red. “So..” Thorin began slowly, his eyes watering as well. “This is the hobbit” ~x~