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A Promise From Youth

Description: Billa Baggins happens across a young dwarf lost in the Shire. He promises to one day return and marry her. Billa never thought that the promise made by a child would be taken so seriously!

Notes: Sorry COD folks, had to give some love to my returning Hobbit fixation (don't worry, they could never make me hate Gary Roach Sanderson).

Billa was only a tween at the time she met the young dwarf. She’d been alive for hardly forty years but was old enough that her father trusted her to visit the Took side of her family on her own. The trail was nearly burned to the back of her eyelids with how well she knew it at this point. She’d walked it enough with her mother after all. 

This particular visit had only been a short one. A two-day walk for the sole purpose of delivering something to her mother. Belladonna Baggins was staying for nearly a week and had forgotten a gift she’d intended to give to Billa’s grandfather. Her father would have done it himself if it had not been for the incoming of various merchants into the rolling hills of the Shire. He’d been designated to guide them over the few days they’d be around.

So, the task fell to Billana. She’d been overjoyed at the prospect of getting to make the journey on her own. Her own small adventure, the thought made her Tookish side cheer. Even if she was not truly leaving the land that she knew so well, it was still an overnight journey she would make on her own. Small victories were important, she would no doubt make it to Rivendell one day. This was merely…training.

The thought helped her to make the two day trek and the two days back remarkably less boring. To her dismay there had been no trolls or orcs to battle (though her Baggins side had been more than satisfied with that). Her only hope of meeting any creatures along the path other than Hobbits was on her way back. 

She knew at this point that the small traveling market from Bree must have been leaving. It wasn’t out of the possibility that she would run into one of their members along her return home. It was a bit of a fantasy, one that left her well distracted. She dreamed of meeting one of these elves that her mother spoke so highly of or maybe a dwarf if she was lucky. 

It was only the rustling of a blackberry bush along the side of her path that could pull her from her fantasies of adventure. She paused just as suddenly as she’d heard it, seizing up for a moment in fear. It could have been anything, truly. A wolf, a warg, perhaps even one of those giant spiders her mother often spoke of slaying. Her heart picked up speed at that. 

She was a Baggins, of course, and any respectably Baggins would have pretended not to hear a thing and moved on their way, perhaps even ran if they felt truly frightened enough. However, she was also a Took, and, at the age she was, the Took side often won out over the Baggins side. 

So she’d moved very slowly, taking careful steps forward and making sure that her presence was practically undetectable. It was a useful skill that she’d learned. Coming after years of sneaking into the kitchens at night to snatch a cookie right from under her parent’s noses. Of course, many hobbits had the skill, but she did consider herself to be one of the best. 

As she drew closer to the bush, she could hear curious little noises coming from it, noises she was sure she’d never heard a blackberry bush make before. It sounded like smacking, similar to the way a little fauntling might smack their lips together after having a lemon for the first time. Then there was the violent plucking and the shaking of the bush that matched it. Clearly, there was an inexperienced hand yanking the blackberries from the bush.

She gave a small amused huff at the realization. This was no spider or wolf, but more likely just a fauntling who’d found themselves in dire need of a snack. Still, she knew that it would be best to check on the little creature. This far out with no other hobbit to be seen likely meant that the little one had wandered too far and gotten themselves lost. 

It was with that thought that she straightened up fully and folded her arms over her chest, a small smile gracing her lips. “Hello?” She called sweetly. Immediately, all movement from the blackberry bush stopped. “No need to be frightened, it is Miss Billa Baggins, from the Shire. Are you lost little one? So far out here and I don’t see anyone around.”

There was a small rustle that followed her words, but no creature stepped out to meet her. She gave it a few moments before reaching into her pack and pulling out a bit of dried meat she’d brought with her to snack on. Her father had made sure she had plenty of it before she’d left, so there would be no harm in handing some over to tempt a little fauntling from their hiding place. 

“Are you hungry? Those blackberries can’t be terribly filling and I know how sweet they can be. Perhaps you would like a bit of dried meat to go with them? I have some that I could share, but only if you’ll come out.” 

She made sure to keep her voice nice and soft, making it clear to the little one that she meant no harm. Of course, she would never mean any harm to a fauntling, but she knew just how frightening people could seem to one so young. It hadn’t been too terribly long ago that she’d been that little one, young and scared of nigh everything that moved. Her father’s daughter, truly. 

There was a short moment of silence before, ever so slowly, she began to see the peek of lovely brown hair split into small braids. After a few moments longer, she was able to see the little one’s eyes and ears and it was with a startling clarity that she realized the little one was not a fauntling. In fact, he was no hobbit at all. 

She blinked widely at the little dwarf as he fully stepped out from the bush, revealing his small form to Billa’s eyes. Of course, he was still a child, that much was obvious even for one as lacking in knowledge of dwarves as she was. He was simply too small to be anything else. 

Though the little one was not as she’d expected, it did not mean that Billa was going to simply leave him there. He was still a little one all by himself scarfing down blackberries. So, she remained still with the jerky in her hand, letting the little one get close enough to her before she held some out for him to take. 

He moved slowly at first, standing as far away from her as he could while moving. It was quite comedic to see him stretch so far, his eyes watching her carefully for any sign of betrayal. As soon as his fingers touched the jerky, he snatched it from her hand and yanked it back. He only managed a step away before shoving the meat into his mouth and eating like a child starved. 

The sight might have been funny if Billa hadn’t found it so worrying. How long had it been since the little one had eaten? “Slow,” she found herself saying carefully, trying to keep the child from making himself sick with his pace, “there is plenty more where that came from. What is your name little one?”

The little dwarf child did not answer her at first, though he did slow down his eating, looking up at her like a child scolded as he did. It was then that he seemed to finally look at her for the first time, his attention no longer taken by the food that she was offering him. 

In a rather amusing display, Billa watched the little dwarf’s entire face turn a light pink. Though she couldn’t see his ears for his already long hair, she was sure that they must have been red as well. His mouth dropped open just a bit at the sight of her and, after a moment, he managed to whisper in a stunned voice:

“Are you the Lady Yavanna?”

Billa couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the words, her own face going red at the child's unknowing compliment. “While I am honored that you would think so, I cannot say that I am. I assure you, the Lady Yavanna is much prettier than I.” She gave the child a warm smile and held more jerky out to him, “My name is Billa, a pleasure to meet you.”

“Kili,” he greeted her in a small voice, sounding as though he did not believe her words, “at your service.” He accompanied the words with a small bow, something that he’d clearly been taught over and over based on the practiced movements. Billa thought it must have been the cutest thing in the world. 

She allowed him to take the bit of jerky from her hands and watched with satisfaction as he ate this bit slowly, savoring the flavors. “Well, Master Kili,” she gave him a small smile, “what in the world are you doing out here all on your own?”

The words gave him pause, as though he was only now realizing the situation he was in. She watched with mild concern as he began looking around quickly, his head whipping from side to side. Then he started calling out, his jerky forgotten as he began running, calling out words in a language that Billa could not understand. He seemed quite panicked. 

Billa stood shocked for a moment, having not expected the outburst. Then, as if her feet were moving on her own, she took off after him.

She called for him to stop several times, rushing after him through fields, over and under fences, until they were further in the forest around the shire than Billa had ever been. It was only then that Kili seemed to stall, as though hesitating to go any further. It allowed Billa a moment to catch up to him. 

“My goodness,” she huffed, trying to catch her breath, “you are certainly quicker than I expected a dwarf to be, you should be quite proud of yourself. It is no easy feat to outrun a hobbit.” Her words were quite playful, but after a quick glance down to the little one at her feet, she could feel her heart drop. 

Kili was looking up at her with unshed tears in his eyes. He gave a quick sniff, then another, then finally the tears began to fall. He gave a frightening wail, but it worked to knock Billa into action. 

She dropped to her knees next to him and pulled him into her arms, wrapping him in a tight comforting hug. She did her best to soothe him, rubbing a comforting hand over his back and letting him sob into her shoulder as he muttered about being lost and never seeing his family again. 

“Come now,” Billa hummed, “that isn’t true. You’ll see your family again, in fact, I’m sure that they’re looking for you right now.”

Kili gave another sniffle but seemed to calm substantially at her words. “You really think so?” The words were muttered against Billa’s shoulder so pitifully that she felt she could have cried just as well. The poor thing really thought his family wouldn’t come looking for him.

“I am certain of it,” she pulled back to meet his eyes and give him a bright smile. “Why, I bet they’re in the Shire right now looking for you.” She put her hand over her eyes and pretended to look around, squinting curiously. “Kili?” She asked, “Kili? Where have you gotten off too?” She stood then and pretended not to see the little dwarf in front of her, “Why he was just here a moment ago!”

The action had its intended effect, pulling a bubbling laugh from the little dwarf’s mouth, finally ending his tears. He reached forward to tug at Billa’s dress, “I’m right here Miss Boggins!”

Billa gave him a quick playful frown, “That is Miss Baggins to you, little dwarf.” She reached down to tickle under his chin, pulling another laugh from his lips. “Come on now, let us go and see if we can find this family of yours. I can’t imagine they would want to spend a moment longer without such a sweet little one around.”

Kili went a little pink again, looking up to her as though she’d hung the very stars from the sky. She thought it was quite adorable how obvious the little one’s crush on her was. Quite adorable indeed. 

She offered him her hand and, though he was rather shy about it, he was quite quick to accept her offer and, soon enough, the two were making their way back toward the pathway. Billa wasn’t entirely sure where they were, but it was easy enough to follow the trail that they’d torn through the brush. 

“So, tell me about yourself Master Dwarf.” She gave Kili a bright smile, “Are you an expert blacksmith? Perhaps a warrior of daring intrigue.” She made a slicing motion with her hand, pulling another laugh from Kili. 

He shook his head, “I am too little to be a warrior Miss Baggins.”

“Please dear, call me Billa.” 

Kili seemed to nearly vibrate at those words, the smile on his face growing larger. It was a stark contrast to the sobs he’d been giving only moments before. Billa could feel his hand tighten in hers before he answered back, “I still have to choose a craft as well. I could be a blacksmith, my uncle is a blacksmith!”

“Really? Well, I am sure that he is most excellent.”

“He is the best blacksmith, you should see the things that he can make!” Kili hopped excitedly, growing more animated as he continued, “My brother Fili has decided to take on smithing! He gets to start soon, he’s nearly old enough now!”

“And you?” Billa asked curiously, “Are you nearly old enough to start your craft?”

Kili gave a brief huff, “I think so, but Amad says I have to wait until I’m forty. I think it’s silly, I should be allowed to start whenever I’m ready.” He puffed up rather proudly and Billa had to stifle a laugh at his attempt to make himself bigger. 

“Well,” she offered after a moment, “how can you start your craft if you do not know what it is you wish to do?” 

Kili’s face went red again. “Well,” he tucked closer to her, “there are just so many options! How am I supposed to choose.”

“And what are these options, dear?”

“Anything!” He answered back, “I could be a toymaker, but I think I’d get so distracted playing that I’d never get them done. I could be a cook, though I’ve no talent for it. A spymaster, a politician, a woodworker, a jewelry maker, a tailor, a miner, a-”

“A jewelry maker, hmm?” Billa reached up to touch her neck, thinking of the lovely dwarven-made necklace she’d wanted to buy the last she was in Bree. She simply hadn’t had enough money for it, and the craftsmanship was too fine for Billa to agree to pay any less than was deserved. She’d settled for something smaller, though no less beautiful. “Dwarven jewelry is quite fine. I am very fond of it myself.” 

She held her empty hand out, allowing him to see the bracelet around her wrist. Dwarven made and one of her favorite pieces that she owned. Kili’s eyes widened at the sight of it, his mouth falling open just slightly as he glanced back up at her. 

There was a moment of silence before he declared, “Then I’ll be a jewelry maker! I’ll make the most wonderful jewelry in the world just for you Miss Billa!” 

“Oh really?” Billa could not help but give his hand a quick squeeze, “I am very much looking forward to it. I shall wear whatever you make for me with pride.” She reached out to ruffle his hair a bit, “And, if anyone asks, I shall tell them that my jewelry was made by the most incredible dwarf I’ve ever met.”

Kili seemed to skip along excitedly after that, rambling about all the jewelry he would make. When he wasn’t rambling about that, he was grilling Billa about what type of metal and jewels she liked best, what type of designs were her favorite, and if there was anything she’d like specifically. 

Billa took it all in stride, answering his questions with a never-wilting amusement. The little dwarf was really just too cute for her. Were it anyone else and she might have been annoyed with the near interrogations, but for Kili, she was more than happy to answer his questions. And, when he ran out of questions to ask, Billa asked her own. 

She prodded him carefully for information, getting him to tell her who his family was, who he was meant to be with, and so on. She learned that he was traveling with his Uncle, a dwarf named Thorin, and his older brother Fili. Though, from the way she understood it, Fili couldn’t have been anything other than a tween himself. 

Kili was meant to stay put while Thorin thanked the hobbits, likely Billa’s father, for their generosity in allowing them to visit. But he’d seen a rather pretty little butterfly and gone chasing after it. Billa had to hide her laughter when she’d learned about that, but the red that tinted Kili’s cheeks told her she hadn’t done a very good job. It was something she’d expected a fauntling to do, but certainly not a young dwarf. 

The point was that Kili’s family was likely still in the Shire, searching for their lost dwarf. So, that was where Billa took him. All while working to keep him entertained and letting him talk himself up to her, of course. 

She guided him over the rolling hills, past fields of vegetables and fruits, and finally through the thicket of houses built into the sides of the hills. He was clearly quite tired by the time they’d begun to finally near the markets, so Billa had hoisted him onto her hip so she could keep her pace. The young dwarf seemed quite content with the change, quickly burying his face in her shoulder and, soon after, beginning to snore adorably. 

Billa could only shake her head at him, but she never faltered her pace. This, in itself, was a bit of an adventure for her. She’d met a dwarf and was tasked with getting him safely home. Perhaps she was not fighting a dragon to do it, but she was doing it nonetheless. And, eventually, she was rewarded with distant shouts of the name of the dwarf in her arms. It was clear she was heading in the right direction. 

As she got closer and closer to the shouting, the dwarf in her arms began to wake and look around excitedly. “Miss Billa! I hear Uncle calling!”

Billa gave a pleased hum and sent him a smile, “Well look at that. What did I tell you? Seems they were looking for you after all.” Kili gave a little laugh at the words and soon enough was wriggling out of her hold. She had no issue with setting him back on the ground, her arms were beginning to ache from holding him for so long. 

He was off as soon as his feet touched the ground. This time, Billa only walked carefully after him, already able to see various dwarrow in the distance, searching the underbrush for their missing little one. She could hear Kili yell for his uncle Thorin and it was not a moment later that Kili was swept up into hugs and scolding yet relieved words. 

Billa stopped a decent distance away, just watching for a moment. She would have simply continued on her own way home, but she wanted to ensure that the little dwarf would be quite alright and had no further plans to go chasing after butterflies. The poor little thing had been through enough already and eaten most of her jerky to boot! 

She watched the group for several moments, taking in the two dwarrow that had to be the family that Kili mentioned to her. The older man looked much like Kili and was, as Billa assumed, Thorin, his uncle. The other was certainly younger, looking much closer to her age than that of Kili’s. She could assume this was his brother Fili. 

After several moments, Billa felt satisfied that these dwarrow were in fact Kili’s family. That was it, she’d finished her little quest and returned the little one back where he belonged. The thought pulled a satisfied huff from her lips. Very good indeed, though her heart did ache a bit at knowing that she would likely never get to see the little one again. 

She gave herself one last look at the small company before turning to go on her way. She was relatively close to home and all she could think of was writing this down in one of her journals. It would surely be something that she would like to recount to her mother when she returned home. 

She’d barely made it more than a few steps when there were little arms wrapped around her leg and a small voice begging her not to leave. “Can’t you come with me, Miss Billa? I can take care of you!” She turned to smile at the little dwarf wrapped around her leg. However her face did go a touch red when she noticed the little one’s uncle and brother watching from afar. 

“Come now, Kili, you know that I must stay here. I am no dwarf after all.” She gave him a small smile and brushed some of the hair out of his face. “And you are no hobbit. You must go and learn your craft, remember? You promised to make me the most wonderful jewelry in the world one day, didn’t you?” 

Kili seemed to deflate a bit at that. “I suppose I did,” he mumbled. There was a short moment where he did not speak, only held tight to Billa as though to keep her from leaving. Billa allowed him his time, knowing that sooner or later he would let her go and return to his uncle and brother. 

It happened several minutes later. Kili’s nose scrunched up for a moment before a bright and excited look came over his face. “I know!” He seemed to vibrate in place, “One day I’ll marry you, Miss Billa! Then you can come with me and I’ll be a master craftsman.” He puffed up more as Billa laughed. Her face went a bit warm, but she knew that they were only the words of a child trying to settle with something they didn’t want. Still, the thought that he liked her so much he’d declare an intent to marry her right there! Well her mother would get quite a laugh out of it.

“Alright then,” she agreed with a smile. “When you’re a bit older, you come back here and find me and I’ll marry you. Is that agreeable?”

Kili gave a big nod before hopping up to place a quick kiss on her cheek. He was quick to race back to his uncle and brother then, calling excitedly about getting married the whole way. It was a more than amusing sight to Billa, and quite cute to boot. 

She couldn’t help but sigh and shake her head. It really was a shame that she’d never see the silly little dwarf again. Quite a shame indeed.

“Fili!”

“And Kili!

“At your service!”

Billa gaped at the two dwarrow at her doorstep. Of course, she was quite shocked at the two dwarrow on her doorstep, just as she’d been shocked when the other two had arrived prior to them. However, it wasn’t their presence that made her gape at the two, but rather recognition. 

Kili. She recognized him. Though he was much older now, of course, she was as well, there was no mistaking him. He’d grown into a handsome young dwarf, though he still held the same coloring of his youth and, most notably, his smile had not changed. He had a bit of scruff on his chin, something Billa was not quite used to seeing in the shire. No proper hobbit would have a beard, but Billa found it suited the younger man. 

She could feel her ears going red as she watched him, taking in the way that he’d changed. He was taller than her now! Taller and stronger and…by Yavanna what was Billa thinking! She covered her mouth with her hand, scolding herself lightly. Yes, the dwarf was exceedingly attractive now, but it had been years since he’d last met her. There was no doubt in her mind that he would have no memory of her. 

She watched, still unable to do much other than stutter out a greeting as the two dwarrow stood up to look at her with a bright smile. She gripped tight to the door in response, thinking momentarily about trying to shut the door in their faces. There were already quite too many dwarves in her smial, thank you very much. 

Unfortunately for her, Fili was quite eager and quick to press into the home, looking around with eager eyes as he did. Billa could only turn after him, giving several protests about his muddy boots. He didn’t seem to listen, too busy dropping his weapons and coat into her arms, nearly making her tumble to the floor at the weight of them. He’d sauntered off into the kitchen before she could say anything, leaving her to stare after him indignantly. 

“Miss Billa.” 

Billa hardly had time to react to the words before strong arms were taking the weapons and coats from her arms and settling them off beside the door. She would not have known what to say, even if she had been given time to react. Even after the long pause of Kili taking the weapons from her, the only thing she’d managed to stutter out when he turned back to her was a shocked, “You remember me?” 

Kili gave a bright grin at the words. “Of course, I remember you, Amralime. It would be rude of me not to remember the lovely hobbit I am set to marry.” Billa’s face had gone impossibly hotter and, for a moment, she was sure she was going to pass away from the embarrassment of it all. “And, I have kept my promise.”

With those words he dug into his pocket, pulling out a small pouch. He held it out to her, but Billa hesitated for a long moment, unsure if she should accept the gift from the man. Part of her, that little Took part that had been buried inside since the long winter, it told her to take it. It said that even if he was some sort of fae creature, what he would do to her couldn’t be as bad as wasting away in the little smial. 

The Baggins part of her held off, making her hesitate long enough for another knock to come to her door. Sending a curious sort of rage through her and taking her attention directly from Kili. 

“Oh no!” She shouted, marching toward the door, “No, no, no! Find somewhere else! There are far too many dwarves in my home as is! If this is some clot-head’s idea of a joke? It is in very poor taste!” With that, she opened the door and found herself knocked back by the force of a horde of dwarrow falling right through her doorway. And, lo and behold, who was behind them but the very wizard who’d started this in the first place. Billa sent him a long glare, “Gandalf.”

“No, don’t touch that!” Billa spun around, trying to follow behind the dwarf who’d grabbed one of her antique chairs from the study, only she was immediately distracted by another dwarf with entire several wheels of cheese in his arms. “Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive!”

Somewhere from her left, she heard another dwarf offer, “Excessive? He eats them by the block.” And that sent her spinning around once again, continuing her fluttering about as she tried and failed to get the dwarrow to stop raiding her pantry. She’d nearly been knocked over several times at this point, only saved by Kili reaching out to steady her. 

He’d been following her since the moment he’d stepped inside, trying desperately to get her to abandon the other dwarrow and go somewhere to talk more privately with him. Of course, it hadn’t worked. She couldn’t just leave these dwarrow to eat her out of house and home. Though Kili’s constant steadying hand was enough that she was always keenly aware of his presence, try as she might to pretend he wasn’t there making her heart race in her chest. 

She was just as horrified to see Fili walking across her table, uncaring of the food he crushed under his boots, all in the name of passing out ale to the various dwarrow. He even shoved one into Kili’s hands before calling for everyone to drink. For one blissful moment, there was no noise from the dwarrow. It was nice and quiet as everyone, even Kili, chugged their ale in a race of some sort. 

In the end, it was one of the smaller dwarves who won, standing with a mighty burp to proudly exclaim his victory. Billa could have died at the cheering that came after, all with banging against her fine wooden table and the scraping of chairs along the floor. 

She’d stormed out of the room soon after, gathering anything she noticed out of place as she cursed the dwarrow in her home to the high heavens. Though her words for them were nothing in comparison to the vitriol that she was spewing against Gandalf. After all, this entire situation was no doubt due to his trickery. 

“Billa,” she could hear Kili calling after her and, only moments later, he was gently taking her hand to stop her angry march. “Billa, please,” She met the desperate look in his eyes and, though she’d planned to do so with rage, she found herself softening. “A moment of your time, that is all I ask.”

Billa gave a sigh before glaring off to the dining room where she could hear more cheering, “If I could spare a moment, I would. Unfortunately, I must attempt to keep a horde of dwarrow from breaking my mother’s fine porcelain!” She was quick to snatch one of her mother’s doilies from a passing dwarf, a harsh glare sent his way when she realized that he’d been using it as a towel. 

“I promise, they may seem unruly but they’ll do no damage.” Kili stepped closer to her, “I’ve grown up with these men, they’re unruly, but good men.” He gave her a long pleading look, one that had her frustration wavering. She was near to giving in, thinking that she could spare just a few moments and trust Gandalf to keep them from breaking anything. 

“Excuse me, Miss Baggins, but where should I put my plate?”

Billa turned to look at the young dwarf, her attention taken momentarily from the man in front of her. She opened her mouth to tell him that he could just set it in the sink, he seemed nice enough to not face her ire. That was until Fili stepped up beside him, eating a small roll as he spoke. “Here Ori, I’ll take it.”

Before Billa could protest, Fili had taken and launched the plate across the room, to another dwarf who had surely been standing in waiting. All thoughts of leaving the dwarrow alone in her home disappeared. And soon enough she was running around, trying to save her dishes and her mother’s silver as the dwarves sang a rather mocking song about how much she would hate it if they ruined her dishes. 

By the end of it, she was sure her heart was going to beat out of her chest and she’d determined herself justified enough to kill Gandalf when she finally managed to get all of these dwarves out of her home. She’d shoved her way through the group, prepared to see the plates smashed and chipped together from the rough treatment of the dwarrow. Instead, she found herself staring at a neat pile of perfectly fine dishes and silverware. Not a crack, chip, or scratch to be found. 

The dwarves around her were cheering and patting her on the back good-naturedly, all as she stood and stared. She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry at the moment. She supposed she could have trusted Kili and, after this, perhaps it would be alright to sneak away and have a short conversation with him. 

Nothing could ever be so easy, and everything seemed determined to happen one after another. So, it only seemed right that, moments later there would be another knock on the door. This one, however, sent every dwarf quiet, all of their eyes turning to look at the door as Gandalf gravely spoke, “He’s here.”

Billa wasn’t quite a fan of how foreboding that seemed as she found herself swept up in the crowd of dwarrow making their way toward her front door. She didn’t even have time to try and extract herself before Gandalf opened her front door to a stranger! As though he couldn’t have gotten any ruder!

“Gandalf,” Billa recognized this man, but only distantly. “I feared I might never find this place, I was lost twice on the way here. I only found it because of that scratch on the door.”

That spurred Billa to finally shove her way forward, “Scratch on the door!” She was indignant at the very thought, “There is no scratch on that door, I had it painted yesterday!”

“Yes there is, I put it there.”

Billa was sure she must have looked as red as a tomato with the snickers from around the room. Then, quickly, they were silenced. She wasn’t sure why until she heard Thorin speak, his voice speaking to how unimpressed he was with the hobbit in front of him. “So this is the hobbit?” 

Billa turned to face him, feeling suddenly as though she was being scrutinized. For what? She couldn’t be certain. Still, she was a Baggins which meant that she wasn’t going to simply cower away from the majestic bastard staring her down. She wondered briefly if everyone in Kili’s family was as handsome as himself, his brother, and uncle. 

She crossed her arms over her chest, staring at the man in front of her with slowly wavering confidence. Thorin began to circle her and just as soon as she’d gained her confidence, she’d lost it. She began to squirm nervously. What if Thorin thought she was unworthy of Kili? Not that she needed to be worthy of Kili, after all, his declaration had been nothing but a child’s request because they knew no better. 

“Tell me, Mistress Baggins, what is your weapon of choice? Axe or sword?” 

Billa blanched at the question, stuttering over herself for an answer. How was she meant to answer that? She was a hobbit and, like all respectable hobbits, she’d never held a true weapon in her life! She didn’t plan to start any time soon. 

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” She stuttered out, feeling all too indignant at the questions, “though if you must know I do have some skill at,” she trailed off after a moment, realizing suddenly that her joke would likely not be found funny to the man in front of her, “conkers.” 

Thorin stopped at that and turned to face her fully. He gave a small chuckle, “I thought as much. You look more like a grocer than a burglar.” Billa could only manage to hear a bit of laughter from the company and Kili’s own calls of complaints to his uncle’s rudeness, the blood rushing through her ears from embarrassment was too loud. 

Billa did not get a chance to properly speak with Kili until well after she’d passed out, the thought of a fiery dragon and the terrible things he could do to her sending her into a panic. She’d already turned away Gandalf and marched off to her room, muttering about meddling wizards when he finally came to find her. 

To his own measure, he looked reasonably apologetic for the behavior of his uncle and the company of dwarrow that came with him. “Kili,” she greeted him as warmly as she could muster, after all, he hadn’t necessarily done anything wrong. And, she wasn’t one to hold a grudge. 

“Billa,” he squirmed nervously in his place, “might I come in? I’ve been hoping to speak with you all night.”

Billa was indulgent enough and stepped aside to allow him to pass into her room. For a long moment, they didn’t say anything to one another. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but more something that spoke of the need both of them had for it. To, at the very least, have a moment to breathe.

“I must apologize for my uncle and Fili, they did not recognize you until I told them myself who you were.” He shuffled in place for a moment, “I am sure that they will apologize to you on their own. In time, of course.” 

“I am not so certain that I would like their apologies,” Bill felt a bit like her mother at the moment, quick-tempered and unwilling to budge, “If their opinions of me only changed with a reminder of who I am.”

The words seemed to calm Kili a bit, though Billa couldn’t understand why he would be so calm when it came to her claiming her rather blunt feelings about the behavior of his family. She was certainly not behaving in the way of a hobbit. 

“Not to worry, they will still expect you to prove yourself to them before their opinions entirely change,” he gave her a bright grin, “you should have plenty of opportunity on the quest.”

“Prove myself,” Billa stuttered, “the quest! I’ve already told Gandalf that I will not be going, no sir! I am a Baggins, which means that I must stay right where I am!” 

Kili blinked at her for a moment, as though she’d just said the most outlandish thing he’d ever heard. He tilted his head curiously, “How am I meant to court you if you don’t go on the quest?”

Billa thought for a moment that she might faint again. Kili seemed to think the same and took quick initiative to guide her to a seat, providing her a safe moment of rest as he knelt before her. He wore a curious look on his face, one that Billa couldn’t decipher, no matter how hard she looked. 

“Court me?” She finally managed to squeak the words out, but was immediately accosted with another wave of embarrassment and confusion. Kili didn’t seem as bothered by the words, almost as though they were a given considering the situation. 

“Yes?” He seemed to think for a moment before his face brightened, “Oh! Of course, the bead!” 

Before Billa could question him, he’d revealed that small pouch from earlier and held it up for Billa to see. From inside of the pouch, he pulled a small bead, one that was deeply ornate despite its size. Billa was made to hold it, allowed to look at it, and observe the stellar craftsmanship. Small flowers were made into the sides, gorgeous little things. 

“I told you,” Kili moved to sit beside her and Billa let him, saying nothing as he began to braid a small piece of her hair, “that I would become an expert at my craft, then return to marry you. Of course, I know now that before marriage must come our courtship, so I will, rather unfortunately, have to put off the marriage bit for just a bit longer.”

He finished the braid before taking the bead gently from her. She had a moment to watch him as he, ever so gently, clasped the bead into her hair to hold the braid in place. “You were serious.” Billa realized, a small blush covering her face as she came to the realization that the dwarf had done exactly what he said he was, even if he’d been small when he promised it. “You truly intend to court me? You were only a child, Kili, I do not expect you to-”

“I want to,” he answered. There were no doubts in his voice. Then, for a moment he seemed nervous, “Do you not want me to court you?” Billa could see his eyes flicker toward the braid in her hair for just a moment.

She was quick to call to him, “No, no, that’s not it! I find you most agreeable now that you’ve grown and you’ve come all this way it seems rude not to let you have a shot! Not to mention,” she continued to ramble, waving her hands about in an attempt to calm Kili’s nerves. All it really served to do was fry her own. 

She could only manage to quiet herself when Kili captured her hands in his own, pulling them to be still. He was giving her a dazzling smile that had her heart beating rapidly in her chest and her face turning to a light shade of pink. 

“Well then,” Kili gave her hands a small squeeze, “all that is left is to give you your first courting gift. An example of my craft.” He puffed up a bit before handing the bag he’d pulled the bead from over to Billa. “Go on.” 

He gave her a small nudge, but Billa still hesitated for a moment. Was she truly going to allow the dwarf to court her? She understood implicitly that, if she said yes, it meant she’d also be agreeing to go on this quest that Gandalf had been so insistent on needing her for. She knew she wasn’t the burglar that the company would need for such a quest. She’d no idea how to fight or exist out on the road. She knew nothing. It was sure to lead to danger, injury, and potentially even death.

Still, she found herself taking the small bag from Kili. Danger and injury be damned, she was a hobbit of her word and, though she certainly hadn’t expected to be forced to uphold it, she had promised a young dwarf that she would marry him one day. She supposed the quest would simply have to go along with it. 

As gently as she could, Billa extracted a small necklace from the bag. It was nothing too flashy or odd, it was a simple but expertly made chain. Then, at the end was a little pendant. She took a moment to admire the craftwork of the chain before her eyes fell on the pendant itself. It was, rather romantically, shaped like a blackberry. The very reason they’d met. 

She could have cried at the sight of it. It was so sweet, unbelievably sweet, and nothing that any other hobbit would ever have made for her. It made her heart swell and she could hardly even think before she’d lunged forward to wrap her dwarf up in a hug. Kili welcomed her embrace with open arms and a warm laugh. 

“You have certainly outdone yourself, Master Kili, an expert in your craft to be certain.” Her voice came out with a bit of a waver, a wet sort of sob pulling at her throat. 

Kili pulled her tighter and, for a brief moment, buried his face into her hair, “Shall I take this to mean you accept my first gift?”

Billa pulled back at that and held the necklace out to him, “Help me put it on, that should answer your question certainly.” 

He grinned and, with a speed and strength that Billa would think just a bit too much about later, took the necklace and turned her so that she was sitting with her back to him. His hands were gentle, moving curly hair out of his way and brushing so softly against the back of her neck. A shiver pulled down her spine at the feeling and, it was only moments later that she could feel the cool press of silver resting against her neck and chest. 

She touched the necklace gently, as though afraid it may break. She knew it wouldn’t, the craftsmanship was too grand for that. The simple coolness of it against her fingers made her heart flutter again and when Kili wrapped his arms gently around her middle, she felt that same flutter once again. 

“I suppose,” she spoke after a moment, “I should go inform your uncle that I have made the decision to join the company.”

“It can wait,” Kili buried his face in her hair again, “It can wait a moment longer. I have waited years just to have the chance to hold you. I’ll not wait any longer.”

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #female bilbo #kili durin #kilbo #kili x bilbo #i am a fool #and a sap #is now a good time to tell yall that my dog is named after this god forsaken dwarf #anyways

[penelopegarciasapprentice]

My favorite fics with Fem Bilbo

multiple pairings

#female bilbo #fem bilbo #bilbo baggins #hobbit fanfic #hobbit fanfiction #The Hobbit

[wolpertingerprompts]

I just discovered the song Savage Daughter by Sarah Hester Ross and feel like it would fit well into a fic for The Hobbit.

It could be modern girl in middle earth, female bilbo, female oc, etc. Maybe whoever the main character is, sings if for the dwarves and tells them how they were always viewed as being strange, like Bilbo’s wild days as a child running through the woods looking for elves only they never grew out of that phase.

I’m not writing the concept very clearly, but hopefully you can get the idea.

Link to the song for convenience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_1HJqaOwOM

#the hobbit #witchy vibes #tolkien #mgime #modern girl in middle earth #female bilbo #hobbit prompt #savage daughter #fic prompt #hobbit imagine #prompt blog

[starsilversword-art]

Another Hobbit mood board/aesthetic. This time with a Female Bilbo Baggins.

#hobbit au #hobbit aesthetic #the hobbit #female Bilbo #moodboard #aesthetics #the hobbit icon #icon #female bilbo baggins

[archivingfanfiction]

Random Harvest

By FlightyWren

The year was 1317, Shire Reckoning, when a dwarf with no memory of his past washed up on the banks of the Water. He stayed ten years in Hobbiton, worked as a blacksmith there, married the respectable daughter of Bungo and Belladonna Baggins, had a family, then disappeared without a trace. The year was 1341, Shire Reckoning, when a dwarf with no memory of the Shire returned to his forgotten home and proceeded to drag his forgotten wife along on an adventure to fight a dragon and reclaim his people's homeland.

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The angsty retelling of The Hobbit with Fem!Bilbo, amnesia, adorable dwobbits, and past/present alternating chapters.

#female bilbo #thilbo #bagginshield #the hobbit #lotr fanfic #fanfic #fic rec #alternate universe

[mccnofstars]

would you believe me if I told you this post is like a year old by now 💀

so okay listen. I meant to post this, yeah? but I wanted to redraw two more frames and make it into a short comic redraw thing. but life caught up to me and I ended up making only the first frame. at this point, I’ve accepted I’ll probably never get to the other two so I decided to just post this one since I spent so much time working on it and I’d hate for it to just sit in the drafts forever :’)

so yeah here’s some art I did back in April 2023 :)

#art #digital art #sketch #doodle #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit bilbo #king thorin #the hobbit thorin #scene redraw #redraw #frame redraw #lgbtq artist #female artists #small account #small art account #dareievensay #bagginshield

[shirefantasies]

The Hobbits With a F!Human Crush

Definitely not the last of this concept you’ll see from me 😉 Tagging @possibly-in-wonderland along with my usual list @kilibaggins @fuckyoumakeart @lokilover476 | let me know if you wanna join!

Frodo

✧ You serve as a living, breathing symbol of his curiosity, his desire for knowledge and exploration, something new that he wants so badly it all but takes the breath from him.

✧ The way you fall in love with Bag End, unbothered, no, charmed, by the quaint yet elegant hobbit hole as your eyes light up has Frodo’s heart doing somersaults. “You like it?” “Like it? Why, Frodo, you are as lucky as anyone! I wish I lived here!” He’s a bit too shy to say it, but a little voice peeking from the corners of Frodo’s mind says that that could be arranged.

✧ You’ve been places he could only dream of, and he wants to hear every story, enraptured with a hand upon his chin and blue eyes wide at your every word.

✧ Whenever you bend down to whisper in his ear, his entire mind shuts down and a smile creeps across his lips like you’ve never seen before.

✧ Flushes brightly when you pull him protectively against your chest, but enjoys the dangerous race of his heart at your hand upon him more than he would have thought possible.

✧ And when you first kiss him, giving him that gentle but still quite strong tug up into your lips at his confession and tangling your fingers in his dark hair, it's like his chest is about to explode.

Sam

✧ A bit down on yourself thinking someone like you wouldn’t like someone like him, at least not like that.

✧ Regardless, it changes not his kindness and devotion towards you. Despite your size difference, Sam is the one to step forward between you and danger, throwing an arm across from you and not registering or sharing in your amusement until the threat is neutralized.

✧ His heart practically slammed out of his chest when he told you about all the rabbits in the Shire, including one couple he’d seen where the male was with a much larger female. “That’s so cute,” you’d remarked, a hand idly brushing his arm as it lowered, “I love that.” Sam could hardly speak for the next minute or so.

✧ You asked him once if people remind him of flowers or if that's just you, and without even thinking Sam said sunflowers. Not only because of their height, he replies with a blush after you tease him, but the way they bring joy to all who see them and everybody wants them around.

✧ Trips over his words when you focus your gaze down upon him, suddenly feeling warm beneath the intent stare.

✧ And when you take his hand, looking him right in the eyes again as you tell him just how much he means to you, why he snaps completely, pulling up to his full height to connect your lips.

Merry

✧ He takes you, quite frankly, as a challenge- not one given in scorn, but as the rush of the latest charge or act of mischief, the exhilaration of risking oneself for moments of the greatest good.

✧ Bold as he is, Merry isn't afraid to let you know how beautiful he thinks you are, calling you fair and strong and every compliment in the book to cheer you up and bolster your courage.

✧ Attempts to prove himself to you thrill him, too, the way you take him on as an equal to spar and spend your time teaching him. The way you let him overtake you, standing over you with triumph and giving a smirk that runs a shiver down his spine.

✧ He goes to you first for things; in his eyes you can do anything and he trusts you to take his concerns seriously. It could be something small like a question or repair or a a heavier matter like a deep discussion, but whatever it is it will be with you.

✧ Makes up the occasional tall tale about his prowess back home, making himself out to be quite the hero or his home a far more fantastical place. Just to see what you believe. Even though you giggle at his mock-heroic deeds and teasingly debunk his tales, you make it clear in your treatment of him that you do believe he can do anything.

✧ Shock blooms across your face and thrums in your heart at the wince cutting Merry’s face when he accidentally confesses his feelings to you, but it is quickly overtaken by a smile as you cup his face in your hands to return his affection and then some.

Pippin

✧ Nothing can tear him from your side, not a word of concern from others, not a single hardship- when his mind is made up, it is made and that is that.

✧ Enjoys climbing up on things or into trees to get to your eye level, leaning closer while he has the opportunity to all but brush noses.

✧ Makes jokes about you having a longer reach or about "back when you were my size", for he is well aware and comfortable with the height difference. Insurmountable as it could be to you, there is no point in denying it and having some fun with it. After all, as much as he is always trying to assist you, he can use your added height as an excuse to ask for help, too!

✧ Unabashedly checks you out, his eyes sliding to you in nearly any moment of idleness; sometimes they are glances of awe, others pure pleasure at your form.

✧ Tells you again and again all the places he’s going to take you: the Green Dragon, a run through Farmer Maggot’s fields, Sam’s garden if he lets you, all at such insistence that the Shire is the greatest place upon the earth that you cannot help believing him and longing for it almost as much as he.

✧ Knowing that he is lost, he is happy simply to love you no matter what, but few times in your life will you see Pippin’s face as alight as the moment between you returning his feelings and the deep first kiss you share.

Bilbo

✧ Now you, my dear, are an adventure. Nothing he ever planned for, imagined, expected, and yet here you are on his proverbial doorstep. With a gulp and a shy smile he takes you in, eyes sliding upward along your form.

✧ Never has he felt this way before and certainly never with a daughter of men, so you'll find his gaze upon you often, studying you almost.

✧ Definitely tries to wow you with his studies of the different cultures of men- with varying success depending on from which region you hail. You cannot help but be charmed at all of Bilbo’s attempts to make you feel at home even in the middle of nowhere.

✧ You will feel like you’ve seen Bag End and met all of Bilbo’s ridiculous relatives with all the stories he shares both silly and beautiful. “I can see why you wish to return,” you tell him, to which he just beams up at you, a new shine in his eyes.

✧ Gets flustered at the ways in which you move to his level, leaning slinkily against a large rock or down further still upon a log to look up at him and meet his gaze with a smile.

✧ All he asks is if you have any interest in settling down, but you cannot help risking things at the sight of Bilbo’s nerves, tentatively answering that you’d love to settle in the Shire and feeling your heart soar at his grin of relief. Unusual, certainly, but then again that is perfect for Bilbo Baggins, is it not?

#lord of the rings #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #frodo #sam #merry #pippin #bilbo #female reader #thank you for sharing in my vision friend 😌

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Flower Crowns - Dwalin X Female (Baggins) Reader

Title: Flower Crowns

Dwalin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Company, Ori, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin (Mentioned), Bomber (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Bilbo, Bard (Mentioned), Bard's kids (Mentioned), Alfrid (Mentioned), and the Mirkwood Elves (including Legolas and Tauriel (Mentioned))

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 5,252

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence/weapons/death/etc, Reader is Bilbo's sister, misunderstandings, broody Dwalin, blood, injuries, nicknames, crying (brief), orcs, death, Ones, giant spiders, movie reference to a different movie (bonus points for those who get it), yelling, angst, and fluff

Trudging up the path with a woven basket of homemade muffins, you made your way up to Bilbo's home. You were a bit late. You were supposed to be at Bilbo's over an hour ago, but you had misjudged when you'd finish your muffins. And you knew how much Bilbo loved your muffins, so you were sure he wouldn't be too annoyed by your tardiness after eating a muffin or two.

Stopping at the door, you let out a small huff before knocking on the round door... Only to receive no answer. You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows before just entering. Pushing the door closed behind you, you heard voices from somewhere else in the Hobbit hole, confusing you even more. Had Bilbo invited others to dinner?

"Bilbo?" You called out, beginning to wander over towards the voices that quickly stopped after you spoke.

But before you could say anything more, Bilbo popped out into the hallway, rushing over to you. "Y/N, I believe we'll have to reschedule dinner." He spoke, rushed as he tried turning you around.

Your frown deepened as you twisted around in his hold, your eyes staring at the circular entrance of the dining room, "What do you mean? Who have you invited over?" Your curiosity was peaked now, and you wanted answers. 

"Nothing! No one! Lovely seeing you!" Bilbo exclaimed, pushing you backward towards the door, ready to get you out. But before he could, you ducked out of his arms and sped towards the dining room. 

You skidded to a halt at the entrance, eyes widening as your jaw dropped slightly. Bilbo sighed, rubbing his face with both of his hands before walking over and standing beside you. Eyes glued to the surprise visitors, you leaned over to Bilbo slightly; eyes unmoving from the surprise guests, "Bilbo... Why do you have thirteen Dwarves and a wizard in your dining room?"

~~~

And that was how you got roped into traveling alongside Bilbo, Gandalf, and the rest of the Company. Gandalf somehow convinced Thorin that having a second Hobbit would benefit the Company. And, unlike your brother, you wanted to go with them. You had read so many books about adventure and heard so many stories... You wanted to get out into the world and go on adventures that you had read in those books. 

During the first few days of the journey to The Lonely Mountain, you became friends with most, if not all, of the Company. Kili and FIli, for example - the two youngest members of the Company - took you under their wing. When Thorin allowed the Company to rest, they would teach you how to defend yourself. Most lessons usually turned into fooling around most of the time, despite Thorin's grumblings. Fili and Kili were fun people to be around. They never failed to make you laugh, which was welcomed when having to face orcs and goblins almost daily. 

Balin was like a father figure to you, always giving worldly and wise advice. Bomber often let you help in the making of breakfast and dinner. Ori, the sweetest of the bunch, would tell you stories, which you eagerly accepted to listen to every time. It gave you something to look forward to. And Oin, when free to do so, would teach you the basics of healing; showing you what herbs and plants worked best for certain ailments, which ones should be avoided, and so on.

You enjoyed each member of the Company's presence, but Thorin and Dwalin were the only two who hardly spoke a word to you. You weren't sure whether it was because they believed you didn't belong in the company, or because they were just not talkers. You hoped it was the latter.

But between the two, you really liked Dwalin. You liked his gruff demeanor - the brooding look on his face - and in addition, you really found him attractive. His muscular build, strong arm muscles, and dark hair; not to mention the tattoos on his arms - you wondered what their stories were. It surprised you, in the beginning, when you finally let the realization sink in. Even Bilbo, the only one that you had told about this attraction - you didn't fully trust Kili and Fili with the information - Bilbo was shocked, to say the least. 

~~~

Walking with Kili and Fili, you snatched up bundles of flowers as you went, weaving and braiding them together into a crown. You had already made one for yourself, and Fili and Kili were quite invested in your creative, colorful craft.

"Where did you learn to create such things?" Fili asked as he watched you bend down, snatching up another flower from the grassy ground.

You shrugged, tying off another flower, "In Hobbiton, of course, Fili, dear," You began, fixing some of the flowers before continuing, "In originality, my mother taught me." You finished, weaving another flower into the crown.

"How does one make such intricate designs?" Kili then asked, twisting the stem of a flower between his fingers in thought. 

You smiled back at him, "Well, it is quite simple, Kili, dear," You began, "You just have to braid the stems of the flowers together. Simple really." You answered, spying on Dwalin near the front of the line - just behind Thorin, you glanced over at the two Princes' beside you, "I'll be just a moment." You spoke before jogging over.

Your smile widened as you matched Dwalin's pace once by his side. Looking over and up at him, he didn't acknowledge your presence. It never bothered you, him ignoring you... You understood that Dwalin was not the type of person to just chit-chat, especially when there were bigger things to do and worry about. Lonely Mountain speaking. 

Finishing the flower crown in your hands, you offered it up to the Dwarf, a bright smile on your face. "I made this for you." You explained softly, the flower crown - made of yellow, white, and red wildflowers - sitting in your hands. 

Dwaling stopped, and so did the rest of the Company. You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over you - all eyes on the two of you - watching as Dwalin slowly turned his head to look down at you, to the crown, and back. And for a moment, you thought that you saw something flash in his eyes, something that wasn’t brooding, determined, or angry. You swallowed, finding yourself unable to take your eyes off his, your ears and cheeks burning as he grumbled and huffed through his nose. You were confused, your hope and happiness dwindling - your hands lowering slowly - as Dwalin turned and continued walking. 

Fully dropping your hands to your sides, you watched him go; feeling completely rejected. You knew that it was stupid. It was just a flower crown... And yet, you still held onto it with all of your heart, clutching it tightly in your hand; unintentionally crushing the flowers beneath your fingers. What did you do wrong? You just wanted him to like you... Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of everyone. 

The rest of the Company soon passed you, some giving you sympathetic smiles, some patting you on your shoulder or back. Fili and Kili stopped beside you, Kili frowning softly, as Fili gave you a pat on the top of your head; careful not to disturb the flower crown on your head. 

"Don't worry, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke, "He'll come around."

Kili nodded, "I assure you, he will." He let out a small chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you. That was just him.

You nodded, doubting, but saying nothing more as they turned and followed the group; Bilbo finally coming over. "I'm alright." You muttered, looking up at him. You knew that he was going to ask you if you were alright.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

You shook your head, "No, it's okay." You whispered softly, trying to give him the best smile you could give him to ease his worries, "I don't know why I am so caught up in this... I must understand that I'm not really everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be my friend. If he doesn't want to be friends with me... Then, that's alright." You explained softly. Bilbo stared at you for a long moment before you began walking, dropping the flower crown to the ground. 

~~~

The night was cold, the stars shining brightly down from the sky as you huddled close to Bilbo; next to the fire. It was hard to sleep, still not fully used to sleeping on the woodland ground, but you were getting there. And, soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Dwalin, on the other hand, having the first night watch, stared into the fire before him. It was quiet, aside from the fire crackling and the crickets chirping. Dwalin seemed to be lost inside his own mind, his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes narrowed in thought. Hearing a small grunt and feeling the log under him move slightly, Dwalin glanced over to see Balin sitting beside him. Balin hummed lowly, staring at the fire, rubbing the palms of his hands together.

"She didn't know, Dwalin." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake the others from their sleep, and only getting a deep mumble from his younger brother; at the mention of you, Dwalin's eyes flickered from the fire to your sleeping figure; curled up beside Bilbo. "She does not know of our courtship rituals. I should’ve told her more about our culture." Again, getting nothing from Dwalin, Balin continued, "She only wishes you to speak to her. You have hardly spoken a word to her since leaving Bilbo's home." He stared at his brother's side profile, "You can confide in me, brother."

Dwalin continued his silence, his eyes falling upon you once more. He was conflicted. Ever since he saw you enter the dining room of Bilbo's Hobbit hole, Dwalin had been unable to stop thinking about you. The way you moved and talked... Your features were sharp, yet delicate, your lips pouting, and your hair flowing. You were kind, bright, and soft; everything Dwalin wasn't. Dwalin was rough and tough. He had scars, he had seen death, and he had seen suffering. But, you... He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. You were different. Dwalin sighed deeply, looking away from you. He didn't know how to approach you; he couldn't bring himself to act on his feelings. 

But he knew that you were his One.

He knew the moment he saw you. 

Dwalin hated being vulnerable, and he hated admitting anything to anyone. So he sat, his jaw clenched tight, trying his hardest to fight his growing feelings for you. 

"She's my One." Dwalin found himself muttering, far too quiet for most to hear, but Balin heard.

A knowing smile graced his oldened features. "I presumed so." Balin spoke with a hum, "I can only... Advise that you should speak to her. She cares for you. I am sure that she would understand." Balin stated, before letting out a small sigh, standing, "Think about it, will you?" And with that, Balin found his sleep sack, rolling into it and falling asleep.

Dwalin stayed awake much longer into the night, contemplating his decision as he waited for Gloin to take over the night watch. His older brother's words echoed throughout his head, and with a deep gruff, he let his eyes stray from the fire; the light making his eyes burn slightly. His eyes flickered from around the woods that surrounded him, to the Company before finding the stars and the moon in the sky, and finally... Back to you.

You, in your sleep, muttered something softly, unnoticeable. He watched as you rolled to your side, shivering, your hand pulling the fur blanket closer to you. Dwalin's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly agape before he snapped his gaze away. Feeling a wave of frustration towards himself, Dwalin's gaze landed on his sleep role. 

~~~

The next morning, you woke up to a bright blue sky, filled with white, fluffy clouds. You let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you shifted slightly and let out a breath. You groaned lightly before freezing. Your fingers brushed against the fur blanket over you, feeling the coarseness of the material. It was warm. Very warm.

Your eyebrows furrowed; confused. You opened one eye, squinting at the bright sun that was peaking above the tree canopies. Slowly turning over onto your back, you sat up, looking down at the blanket... Or should you say... Blankets?

You stared down at the fur blanket, that was not your own, before flipping the fur up, spying your fur blanket underneath. This second fur blanket - which wasn't yours - was a deep brown color, with little bits of white. Who gave you this last night? Were you really that cold last night that one of the Dwarves had given you their blanket out of kindness or pity? You felt a sense of gratitude fill your chest. Looking down at the furry blanket, you couldn't help but let out a smile. 

Looking up, you let your eyes survey the small camp, hopping from Dwarf to Dwarf until they settled on one. Dwalin. A wave of warmth passed over you, watching as he packed his sleep role away and into his pack. As Dwalin stood to leave, he glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment; before quickly darting his eyes away, going over to Thorin. 

You felt the corners of your lips twitch slightly, a frown threatening to form on your face as you looked at Dwalin's retreating back. Did he hate you? Did he find you annoying? All these questions ran through your head, but you only huffed, getting up from your sleep role. You were not going to let Dwalin's behavior towards you sour your mood. Today was a beautiful day, and you wanted to savor it. 

~~~

You couldn't see, and all you could feel was the feeling of falling. You felt as if you were wrapped in something. It was tight around you, almost suffocating. Anxiety washed over you, gripping your heart painfully as your lungs begged for air. But you could hardly breathe. You needed to breathe, but you were trapped. You clawed at the sticky white substance that surrounded you, trying to rip it and free yourself, but you were not strong enough. You felt like giving up, though you knew you couldn't, but as you clawed at the sticky film, you could finally hear what was going on outside of the cocoon. You could hear the Dwarves yelling, yelling about spiders. 

Before you could do anything else, someone from the outside ripped open your cocoon. You blinked rapidly at the slight change of light, finding yourself back in the creepy woods. A large hand reached out to you and you quickly grabbed it, the person behind the strong hand pulling you up with force. Stumbling slightly, you felt slightly dazed, the hand still in yours as you found yourself in a giant spider fight. 

As you stood amidst the chaotic scene of giant spiders attacking the Company, your heart raced with fear and adrenaline. Eyes unable to leave the giant spiders - tunnel-vision - you gripped the hand in yours; giving you slight reassurance. The air was filled with the sounds of battle - the clang of weapons, the hiss of the spiders, and the shouts of the Dwarves. You could feel the sticky strands of webbing brush against your skin as you dodged and weaved through the throng of arachnids. You felt gross and dirty; and for the first time since the start of this long journey to The Lonely Mountain, you missed your Hobbit home.

With each passing moment, the fight intensified, the odds seemingly stacked against you and the Company. Your wide eyes danced around you, trying to spot Bilbo, but you couldn't find him. You wanted to yell out, to shout, but as your mouth opened, no words came out. There was an odd buzzing noise in your ears, your heart was beating loudly in your chest; harsh against your ribcage. Only then, did you look at the person who held you so close to them. You thought it couldn't have been Kili or Fili, but you spotted the two Princes when you lifted your gaze. Looking down at the hand that held yours, you felt your racing heart freeze for just a moment; an auditable hitch escaped your throat, but you didn't dare utter a sound. 

Standing in front of you and holding your hand tightly in his own was none other than Dwalin. You knew it was him. You knew those tattoos. Trailing up his muscular arm, you were finally met with the side of his face. His expression was hardened as he held his weapon tightly in his other hand. Aside from the anxiety and nervousness that had overcome you, you were incredibly impressed. Dwalin, with one hand, fought off giant spiders, whilst also keeping you perfectly safe. 

At the sound of something coming from up in the trees, you looked up, watching as no more than two dozen elves jumped to the ground, taking out the last of the large, monstrous spiders from around you. One of the Elves spoke to another, you noted her red hair as they spoke in Elvish. You wished that you could understand them. Your awe of them quickly diminished when they drew their weapons, arrows drawn and at the ready; circling around you and the Company. Soon, they demanded your weapons, and before you knew it, all the Dwarves were weaponless. 

"What about her?" One Elven guard asked in a demanding tone. Your eyes lifted up, finding the guard staring down at you. "Hand whatever you have over instantly." He demanded, holding out his hand, only for Dwalin's hand in yours to tighten slightly, gently pushing you behind him.

"She bears no weapons, Elf." He spoke in his deep, gruff, disgruntled voice. The Elf stared down at Dwalin for a moment before staring right back down at you, with a sniff and a small 'humph' he turned away. 

The blonde Elf, the one that you believed to be in charge of the whole group, yelled out something in Elvish, and before you knew it, you and your Dwarven friends were being pushed along, being led to hopefully, not your doom. Passing Thorin, you looked at him with pleading eyes, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Only for your answer to be unanswered. 

Your hand never left Dwalin's, your free, unoccupied hand found his arm; the skin upon skin contact grounded you, allowing you to calm yourself ever so slightly. You finally took a chance to look around, finding the forest opening, revealing a stone bridge. Pillars, beautifully carved, gave way to the entrance of Mirkwood, the Elven Kingdom. You wished you had the time to admire the architecture of the kingdom, but, sadly, you did not. Before you knew it you were being tossed into a cell.  

A hand fell upon your shoulder, pulling you to the side, your hands falling from Dwalin's. "Dwalin!" You called out, trying to reach for him, but you were soon shoved into a cell. Stumbling over your feet, you braced yourself on the rock interior of the cell. Hearing the heavy cell door close behind you, you snapped your head up; feeling exhausted, mentally and physically, but you pushed yourself forward. Your hands curled around the bars, trying to look at the cells beside yours. The sound of the now-captured Dwarves - yelling and complaining. 

"Miss Y/N!" Fili yelled out, only a few cells away from yours, "Are you alright!?"

"I'm fine!" You called back, "Is everyone else alright?"

Most, if not all, of the Dwarves, replied with various 'ayes’. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes; the chill of the cell door refreshing on your forehead. 

Sitting on the floor - you felt the hours pass you by slowly - you pressed the back of your head against the wall; tired. "I wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn." Bofur called out, his voice echoing throughout. Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn leaving your parched mouth. 

"We're never going to reach the mountain, are we?" Ori asked, sounding resigned, making you sigh.

"Don't fret, Ori, dearest." You spoke up, sounding a bit resigned yourself, but you were determined to keep everyone's spirits high. "We'll make it." You continued, looking out of your cell door, "We will." With that said, you stood up from the ground, wincing as pain shot through your legs. Looking down, you noticed a rip in your trousers that you replaced your usual dress with. Pushing the ripped fabric to the side, you then noticed a red substance that trailed down your leg; coming from a small scratch on your calf. "Well," You spoke up, clearing your throat. "I may have been slightly injured."

Simultaneously, the Dwarves began to talk. Their voices became louder, some with more worry and concern. "Miss Y/N, you are injured!?" You heard Fili call from his cell.

"Yes, tis but a scratch." You explained, hoping the Dwarves would stop fussing over you. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were strong, even with a bloody scratch. "But worry not, dearest Dwarves, it's nothing I can't handle."

"You won't have to handle it for long." You heard, eyes widening - mimicking your bright smile - as Bilbo appeared at your cell door, holding the keys. 

~~~

When you joined the Company on their journey, you did not expect that you'd trick goblins, climb bit trees, fly on eagles, fight giant spiders, and barrel ride down a raging river. This was certainly an adventure that you'd go through again, minus the goblins and giant spiders; you'd love to fly with the eagles again.

Somehow, you survived, floating down the raging river, your clothes all sopping wet, and river water dripping from your hair. As all of your barrels fell down a waterfall, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Behind you, you could hear the laughter of some of the dwarves. For a moment, you forgot about your injuries; and the exhaustion that was seeping into every fiber of your body. Your hands tightened your grip on the railing of the barrel, praying for it to not capsize or tip over, your fingers growing numb with cold. You tried desperately to ignore what was going on around you. Smelling the fresh air, and hearing the birds chirping above you, almost made you forget everything else.

But at the sound of a horn, you were quickly snapped out of your head, watching as the suited Elves began to shut the gate; the only way to escape. All joy, and a sense of freedom, flew right out of the window. You all collided with each other at the closed gate, you huffed, glaring up at the Elven guards before your eyes caught sight of an arrow flying through the air, and into one of the guards. 

"Orcs!" You yelled out, gesturing up at the guards, as the one that was shot fell into the water below; almost hitting you. "Why does it always have to be orcs?"

You dodged the best you could when dead elves and dead orcs fell into the water, along with dodging arrows, and over-confidant orcs that tried to swing at your head. 

You were about to call for Bilbo, but when you turned your head, you watched as your brother stabbed a sword into an orc, defending one of the dwarves. 

"Miss Y/N!" Ori cried out, making you look over to him, only for him to point above you. 

You looked up, your eyes widening at an orc - dead - began falling towards you. Unable to move, almost frozen in fear, you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded yourself with your arms, only for your barrel to be pushed back and out of the way. You opened your eyes, blinking them rapidly as the river water splashed in your face. Looking over, you just saw a glimpse of Dwalin turning back around. Despite the obvious danger that you were all in, you wondered what you could do for Dwalin since he had saved your life twice now. 

Turning your eyes to the side, you watched as Kili ran up the side of the stone top of the gate, you covered your mouth as an arrow flew through the air and hit him in the leg. Fili cried out of this younger brother, as Kili then opened the gate, and fell into an empty barrel. 

Falling down, yet another waterfall, smaller than the last, you pushed your wet hair from your face, only to grip the barrel with as much force as you could; the raging, white-foaming waters continued. Looking to your side slightly, you watched as Bilbo held onto a barrel, holding onto the sideway barrel, his own death-like grip. You felt a small bit of relief, seeing him safe. You, and the Company, continued down the river, and the longer you tried not to tip over and drown, the more you wished that you weren't in the freezing waters. 

Finally, the raging stopped, and the river was calm. Leaning over slightly in the barrel, you brushed your hands in the freezing water, moving your barrel forward slowly, but carefully. 

"Make for the shore!" Thorin yelled out, receiving some 'ayes' in return.

Pushing your barrel forward, you pressed your cheek against the rim of the barrel, your eyes drooping slightly as you continued to push yourself toward the shore. Your barrel soon hit the rocks, and you used the rest of your strength to get out of it, climbing up onto the rocks; completely soaked. You trudged up the rocks, wrapping your arms around yourself as you mentally counted those around you, counting fourteen. Mentally, you could rest.

Feeling a hand on your upper arm, you looked to the side, seeing your brother Bilbo. Just his presence made you give him a small smile, seeing the worry in his eyes. "I'm alright." You spoke to him, wanting to reassure him, "I'm just cold."

At the surprise of meeting Bard, the human, you sort of let your brain shut off. You felt your feet move as you followed the Dwarves to Bard's boat. You felt yourself sitting down in the corner next to Bilbo, and hiding from Alfrid, but you were far from the present. You were so tired, mentally and physically, that you let your mind quiet, letting yourself only fade back into the world you knew once you felt the warm fire at your feet.

"Wee lass hasn't spoken since the Elves." You heard a hushed voice, it was Bofur. 

You pressed your legs closer to yourself, staring into the flames. The clothing you were given, having been one of Bard's daughters, was warm; the fabric soft - your fingers toyed with the soft material. 

"Is she alright?" Ori asked worriedly, only for Bilbo to nod, crossing his arms. 

"She's alright. She had told me so." Thorin only gave you a short glance before turning back to Bard. 

Dwalin, with his arms crossed, turned to look at you, staring at your side profile. Glancing over at the table that Bilbo sat at, Dwalin said nothing, walking over to the table and grabbing a plate. Bilbo, in turn, watched as Dwalin filled the plate with a few potatoes, two small tomatoes, and a small slice of bread. 

Your eyes picked up the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards you, and at the sight of a plate coming into your field of vision, you moved your head to look up. As you looked at Dwalin, his face stoic as usual, you couldn't help but smile. Taking the plate, your fingers briefly brushed against his.

"Thank you, Dwalin." You spoke softly, but before he could slink away, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. For a moment, you thought back to when he held your hand so tightly - protectively - in the Mirkwood forests. "Thank you for saving me. Twice." You smiled at him softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "And I apologize if I had anything to upset you, or make you uncomfortable." He glanced over at you, then down at your hand which was wrapped around his. He didn't remove his hand from yours, giving you the same squeeze that you had received from him earlier today. 

Dwalin stared at your hand in his, his jaw clenching before he looked back to you, his eyes softening. "You did not, dorzada." He spoke gruffly, “Eat.” He finished before leaving your side, your hand dropping from his. 

You looked down at your plate of food, your stomach grumbling and spinning, as your mind wandered. Picking up the slice of bread, you bit down on it, thinking about the word that Dwalin called you. You wondered what it meant. 

~~~

"Oin, stay with Kili." Thorin commanded as the rest of the Dwarves began to gather their things. Without being told, Fili stayed by his brother's side. 

"I want to come too." You spoke, grabbing a random weapon from the wooden table.

Dwalin quickly turned, staring down at you, "It will be too dangerous for you, lass."

You huffed, lightly glaring up at the Dwarf, "I have fought trolls, orcs, what have you." You pointed out, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I want to fight."

"This is against us Dwarves and the dragon." He grumbled, his hand taking a hold of the weapon in yours. "You'll die before the beast does."

"I'm already dying anyway," You shrugged, looking back down at your weapon, "From the moment we're born, we're dying. So, what is the point? I want to help."

Dwalin breathed out of his nose as he took hold of your other hand, "No, no, lass, you are staying here, with Kili, while the rest of us fight."

"Are you telling me, or are you commanding me, Dwalin?" You asked, voice becoming soft as his eyes bored into your own. "Do as you wish then," You sighed when receiving no answer, letting go of his hands, "But please, do not die." 

Dwalin humphed, the corners of his lips just twisting up into a small grin, and for a moment, you were stunned. Dwalin was smiling. "Don't worry," He spoke. "I won't." His gaze softened, as he stepped back from you, "Be safe, lass." With that, he started to walk away, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. You didn't say anything else, merely pulling him close to you.

You felt him tense in your abrupt embrace before his one hand, not holding his weapon, circled you. But, it all ended too soon, as he pulled back from you, nodding to you before turning his attention to the group, as they set off to The Lonely Mountain. 

Your shoulders sagged when the door closed, a small pout upon your lips, "Do not fret, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke from beside his brother as you turned to look over at the four Dwarves - Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Oin. "They will return."

You let out a sigh, looking out at the window. A fuzzy feeling rose within your chest, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. After watching them disappear into the distance, the sun went to sleep, "I know."

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[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

The Hobbit x baby elf reader (both male and female versions.)

Age: newborn after the eagles saved them from Azog the Company meets one of the greatest treasures in Middle Earth who happens to be the prince/princess of a rare species of elves.

These are fanfics from my old wattpad account I had trouble with the verification process it won’t let me comment, post or reply so I had to delete it but I managed to start a new with tumblr I saved my fanfics from my old wattpad on the notes app.

Male version:

No one's POV:

The company of Thorin Oakenshield had continued their Journey to Erebor after Thorin had recovered from his injuries. As they are in an open field they are shocked to find what appeared to be a battle field, dead orcs, wargs and elves with normal and unusual hair colors. From the looks of it there were no survivors that is to the eyes of men.

They began picking up the bodies to bury the elves so they can be put to rest but doing so the sound of crying is heard, Bilbo walks over to the dead couple a she elf with silver hair and a fair complexion, holding her protectively was a male elf he assumes is her husband with midnight blue hair and a tan complexion. the crying seems to be coming from them, when he got closer he saw something moving through the she elf's arms "Ohh my." He said gently moving her arms to reveal a bundle of white blanket.

Bilbo managed to remove the bundle from the corpse but when he did so the crying got louder. He moved the blanket reveling to his, the dwarves and Gandalf's surprise a baby elf! A male elf to be precise he looked just like the male they assume was his father but his hair faded to pastel blue at the tips. When Bilbo held him the little boy opened his eyes to reveal that he had two different eye colors, one eye was the color of starlight while the other was the color of amethyst. Thorin was enhanced by those eyes that held so much innocence and curiosity within them. He was a sucker for children and he had heard that elves couldn't reproduce very often like dwarves and that they are very protective of their young like dwarves "By my beard! Your a pretty thing aren't you little one?." Gandalf asked picking up the child who was looking around in curiosity "We should take him with us." Thorin said "Even thought he's an elf he's just a child who just lost he's family." Dwalin said placing a hand on the elflings head earning a squeal from him "What's that on his wee neck?" Ori asked. Gandalf saw a gorgeous silver crescent moon necklace with a sapphire around the boys neck and gasped "A pendant of power. You are the prince of the moonlight elves my boy." Gandalf said holding the boy protectively making the dwarves gasp "I thought they disappeared centuries ago after the war in the first age." Balin said eyeing the necklace around the child's neck "The boy is more special then I thought." Dori said "I think the boy has a name though. Look at his blanket." Oin said pointing to the blanket. Thorin took the corner of the blanket to see a name Y/N engraved in F/C threading "Y/N I like it." Bilbo said smiling fondly at the elfling.

Not wanting to waist anymore time the company continue their journey to Erebor with their newest addition in Gandalf's arms. The boy was a true angel, he slept the whole night, he was only fussy if he was hungry, needed a change or a nap but he seems to have a severe trauma with orcs after they killed his parents and the guards with them when they saw Orcs on the cliff side.

After they arrived at Beorn's home Y/N seemed to be fond of the skin changer dual to his size "Hello little fawn." Beorn said gently holding Y/N who was squealing from the butterfly on his little nose "Your very energetic Y/N." Beorn said letting out a deep chuckle. The company arrived to Mirkwood in order to get to Erebor but they had to stay on the path. Fili, Kili and Ori were watching Y/N with Fili holding him while the two brothers and youngest dwarf made you laugh.

All was peaceful until the spiders attacked.

Thorin held you protectively after Bilbo cut them all free but Bilbo was no where in sight anymore like he just disappeared and all Morgoth fell lose when the woodland elves came and killed the rest of the spiders and take them in for questioning "My prince they have a child!" one of the elves said taking you from Thorin "What are you doing with a child filth?" The blond asked taking you into his arms! When he did he removed the blanket to see to his surprise that your an elfling "DID YOU KIDNAPPED THIS CHILD?" He shouted to the dwarves upsetting you "Legolas please." A she elf with red hair said "I'm sorry little one." Legolas said gently cradling you thus calming you down "We shall move out." Legolas said carrying you "You have beautiful eyes little one." Legolas said "Look at his hair." A black haired elf said pointing to your midnight blue fading to pastel blue hair making Legolas look at it as well "So unusual." He said running his fingers through your hair while you just poked his cheek in curiosity like the innocent little bean you are "HE'S SO CUTE." A she elf gushed at you making you giggle at the attention you where receiving earning chuckles from the adult elves.

When you reached Mirkwood palace

you received more attention although you didn't like to many eyes on you so you whimpered "What's wrong little one?" Legolas asked hearing and seeing your discomfort "Oh it's ok little brother." He said with a smile 'I hope Ada will be gentle with him.' Legolas thinks to himself walking to the throne room after his father finished interrogating Thorin Oakenshield. Legolas stops in front of massive double doors with two guards blocking them, upon seeing him the guards bowed and opened the door for him. Once he was inside the Throne room Legolas sees his father. King Thranduil sitting on his throne with his signature bored expression until he saw you in his sons arms "That child." Thranduil said in awe getting up from his throne and slowly walking towards you and Legolas. He gently placed his hand on your head making you giggle from how big his hand is compared to your little head earning a small smile from the king as he gently took you from the prince "Where did you come from little one." He asked looking into your starlight silver and amethyst purple eyes until his eyes landed on your necklace "You are of the moonlight elves." He said holding it in his palm as you cooed at him until a growl came from your stomach making you whimper once again "Ohh don't cry little brother." Legolas said while a maid came in with a glass bottle of elks Milk in hand.

Thranduil takes the bottle and begins feeding you then burps you.

With your stomach full you fell asleep in the kings warm arms making him smile warmly at how tiny you are in his arms "Good night little star." He said gently kissing your head as he watches you close your eyes with a little squeak.

The next morning Bilbo managed to free the dwarves and grab you without the elves seeing him with help from his lucky (cursed) ring of course.

Long story short in Laketown Bard and his children love you, When Smaug attacked Sigrid held you the whole time, during the battle of the Five Armies you stayed with the Bardlings, after the battle everyone survives and makes peace, Thranduil adopts you as his new son after Legolas heads out to find Strider, Thorin and Thranduil mended the alliance between Elves and dwarves and as for you. You became the new prince of Mirkwood after Thranduil adopted you and everyone is wrapped around you chubby little finger.

Female Version.

No one's POV:

The company of Thorin Oakenshield had continued their Journey to Erebor after Thorin had recovered from his injuries. As they are in an open field they are shocked to find what appeared to be a battle field, dead orcs, wargs and elves with normal and unusual hair colors. From the looks of it there were no survivors that is to the eyes of men.

They began picking up the bodies to bury the elves so they can be put to rest but doing so the sound of crying is heard, Bilbo walks over to the dead couple a she elf with silver hair and a fair complexion, holding her protectively was a male elf he assumes is her husband with midnight blue hair and a tan complexion. the crying seems to be coming from them, when he got closer he saw something moving through the she elf's arms "Ohh my." He said gently moving her arms to reveal a bundle of white blanket.

Bilbo managed to remove the bundle from the corpse but when he did so the crying got louder. He moved the blanket reveling to his, the dwarves and Gandalf's surprise a baby elf! A female elf to be precise she looked just like the female who they assumed was her mother but with her father’s hair and skin and her hair faded to pastel blue at the tips. When Bilbo held her the little girl opened her eyes to reveal that she had two different eye colors, one eye was the color of starlight while the other was the color of amethyst. Thorin was enhanced by those eyes that held so much innocence and curiosity within them. He was a sucker for children and he had heard that elves couldn't reproduce very often like dwarves and that they are very protective of their young like dwarves "By my beard! Your a pretty thing aren't you little one?." Gandalf asked picking up the child who was looking around in curiosity "We should take her with us." Thorin said "Even thought she's an elf she's just a child who just lost her family." Dwalin said placing a hand on the elflings head earning a squeal from her "What's that on her wee neck?" Ori asked. Gandalf saw a gorgeous silver crescent moon necklace with a sapphire around the girls neck and gasped "A pendant of power. You are the princess of the moonlight elves my girl." Gandalf said holding the girl protectively making the dwarves gasp "I thought they disappeared centuries ago after the war in the first age." Balin said eyeing the necklace around the child's neck "The girl is more special then I thought." Dori said "I think the girl has a name though. Look at her blanket." Oin said pointing to the blanket. Thorin took the corner of the blanket to see a name Y/N engraved in F/C threading "Y/N I like it." Bilbo said smiling fondly at the elfling.

Not wanting to waist anymore time the company continue their journey to Erebor with their newest addition in Gandalf's arms. The girl was a true angel, she slept the whole night, she was only fussy if she was hungry, needed a change or a nap but she seems to have a severe trauma with orcs after they killed her parents and the guards with them when they saw Orcs on the cliff side.

After they arrived at Beorn's home Y/N seemed to be fond of the skin changer dual to his size "Hello little fawn." Beorn said gently holding Y/N who was squealing from the butterfly on her little nose "Your very energetic Y/N." Beorn said letting out a deep chuckle. The company arrived to Mirkwood in order to get to Erebor but they had to stay on the path. Fili, Kili and Ori were watching Y/N with Fili holding her while the two brothers and youngest dwarf made you laugh.

All was peaceful until the spiders attacked.

Thorin held you protectively after Bilbo cut them all free but Bilbo was no where in sight anymore like he just disappeared and all Morgoth fell lose when the woodland elves came and killed the rest of the spiders and take them in for questioning "My prince they have a child!" one of the elves said taking you from Thorin "What are you doing with a child filth?" The blond asked taking you into his arms! When he did he removed the blanket to see to his surprise that your an elfling "DID YOU KIDNAPPED THIS CHILD?" He shouted to the dwarves upsetting you "Legolas please." A she elf with red hair said "I'm sorry little one." Legolas said gently cradling you thus calming you down "We shall move out." Legolas said carrying you "You have beautiful eyes little one." Legolas said "Look at her hair." A black haired elf said pointing to your midnight blue fading to pastel blue hair making Legolas look at it as well "So unusual." He said running his fingers through your hair while you just poked his cheek in curiosity like the innocent little bean you are "SHE'S SO CUTE." A she elf gushed at you making you giggle at the attention you where receiving earning chuckles from the adult elves.

When you reached Mirkwood palace

you received more attention although you didn't like to many eyes on you so you whimpered "What's wrong little one?" Legolas asked hearing and seeing your discomfort "Oh it's ok little sister." He said with a smile 'I hope Ada will be gentle with her.' Legolas thinks to himself walking to the throne room after his father finished interrogating Thorin Oakenshield. Legolas stops in front of massive double doors with two guards blocking them, upon seeing him the guards bowed and opened the door for him. Once he was inside the Throne room Legolas sees his father. King Thranduil sitting on his throne with his signature bored expression until he saw you in his sons arms "That child." Thranduil said in awe getting up from his throne and slowly walking towards you and Legolas. He gently placed his hand on your head making you giggle from how big his hand is compared to your little head earning a small smile from the king as he gently took you from the prince "Where did you come from little one." He asked looking into your starlight silver and amethyst purple eyes until his eyes landed on your necklace "You are of the moonlight elves." He said holding it in his palm as you cooed at him until a growl came from your stomach making you whimper once again "Ohh don't cry little sister." Legolas said while a maid came in with a glass bottle of elks Milk in hand.

Thranduil takes the bottle and begins feeding you then burps you.

With your stomach full you fell asleep in the kings warm arms making him smile warmly at how tiny you are in his arms "Good night little star." He said gently kissing your head as he watches you close your eyes with a little squeak.

The next morning Bilbo managed to free the dwarves and grab you without the elves seeing him with help from his lucky (cursed) ring of course.

Long story short in Laketown Bard and his children love you, When Smaug attacked Sigrid held you the whole time, during the battle of the Five Armies you stayed with the Bardlings, after the battle everyone survives and makes peace, Thranduil adopts you as his new daughter after Legolas heads out to find Strider, Thorin and Thranduil mended the alliance between Elves and dwarves and as for you. You became the new princess of Mirkwood after Thranduil adopted you and everyone is wrapped around you chubby little finger.

#mirkwood elves #platonic #the hobbit #legolas #thranduil #tauriel #king thorin #baby reader #bilbo baggins #the company of thorin oakenshield #male reader #female reader #gandalf

[the-autistic-vulcan]

the part where i talk about fanfics...

okay, this is, not difficult for me to talk about, but i know people are touchy about this subject - so i'm just going to say it:

If a fanfiction is not your cup of tea, then don't read it!

it is quite a simple thing to do for most people, however, there is a lot of readers/fandom explorers who go in to read a piece of fanfiction and then hate on it because:

"i headcanon X as gay, so shipping them with Y reader is a no"

"you can only ship X with Y, no other ships or reader inserts or self inserts are valid

"he doesn't like women or she doesn't like men" and vice versa

this is very apparent in most fandoms, dead or thriving, where a character is, in the majority, is headcanoned as something, but there is a minority that doesn't agree.

for example, in the mcu fandom, a lot of people headcanon Steve Rogers aka Captain America, as bisexual. personally, i do not, but i don't go out of my way to hate on people who read the male reader fanfics or the Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes) fics - i've read some and a lot of them are great, tbh.

personally, i like to read and/or write gender neutral reader fics and that is honestly the comfort zone for me - but i know people will disagree and enjoy more gender aligned fics (male or female)

but i digress - in short, let people read what they want to read, if you disagree or do not support a headcanon/ship/trope, please don't ruin the day of enjoyers.

let's not ban certain takes on characters - the world has other worries

Signed, Ali Solar

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P.S. To those on the taglist, i'd love to hear your opinions on this

#fanfiction #ship dynamics #headcanon #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #dead fandom #alive fandom #marvel x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #edward nygma x reader #thranduil x reader #bilbo baggins x reader #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #frodo baggins #the lord of the rings #i know there are so many tags but i need to get this across

[exhausted-blue-panda]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Dwalin/Ori (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins/Thorin's Company, Bilbo Baggins & Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Elrond Peredhel, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Bard the Bowman, Bard the Bowman's Children Additional Tags: Female Bilbo Baggins, Female Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Bilbo is So Done, Hurt Bilbo Baggins, Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Series: Part 1 of The Hobbit Summary:

Bilbo just wants to sit, cozied up to a fire, with a cup of hot tea and a good book, and be left alone by both neighbors and strangers.

Unfortunately a quite possibly insane wizard shows up during her morning tea time and ruins that. Now she has a jerk of a dwarf giving her attitude on a journey that, she hopes, will result in her being able to get some peace at home.

#the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #the hobbit trilogy #bilbo baggins #thorin Oakenshield #bilbo x thorin #new fanfic #hobbit #Slight Bilbo x the company #female bilbo #female bilbo x thorin #sassy bilbo

[here-to-read-and-write]

The hobbit x reader

Bilbo x child reader

Bilbo bagging was known as a play boy in the shire, not just to hobbit lads and lasses.

So when it comes to the dwarfs and Gandalf arrive to Rivendell, they are surprised by Elrond knowing his name, but only meeting him for the fist time in person?

Imagine even more to there suppries to a Gorgon (snake hair) child running to Bilbo yelling father!

Bilbos daughter has been studying with lord Elrond for a year.

Bonus if you put (y/n) asks if Thorin is your new mommy, que the dwarfs laughing.

Thorin x Bilbo

father!Bilbo x child!reader

You didn't precise the gender of the child so I used They \ them. (gn! reader).

waning: My bad writing, this is my first request so I hope you like it.

In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. The name of the Hobbit was Bilbo Baggins.

Bilbo Baggins was a very known hobbit beyond the Shine. He used to be a "playboy" in his "youth", as he liked to call it, but now he had stopped after that God offered him one of the most magnificent gifts in all his life.

Now he was offered a second gift, but this time he was relucted in taking it, but he eventually come around as he saw a small possibility of seeing his baby, his child.

As you may have guessed, Bilbo's first gift was for a child. A child not like the others. They were everything to him, the only person who brought out the best of him.

He could remember every detail about them, every first thing, their first step, their first word, he was there to see it. Unfortunately, he may not watch them grow, as The ugly orc hunted them down, and even with the brown wizard driving them away, they still got caught, forcing them to fight.

"Where are you leading us?" Thorin asked his eyes burning with anger, yet the grey wizard didn't respond, he just turned to him with a scowl planted on his face before he continue moving, and as much as Thorin wanted to argue with the Gandalf, he knew they didn't have time, either they follow him or they die.

They fought their way or rather the Drwaf did, to a cave where they followed a mysterious path, Leading them to a beautiful place, full of immense buildings connected to each other, and everything about it screamed majestically. It was nothing compared to what Bilbo had seen in his life.

"Valley of Imladris, in the common time, it's known but another name" Gandalf exclaimed his face full of joy at the familiar place.

"Rivendell" Bilbo continued for the grey wizard. He felt a sense of relief and happiness for different reasons from Gandalf. He couldn't believe he was standing a few feet away from the place, where…

"Here lies the last and only house of east of the sea" Gandalf interrupted Bilbo's thoughts, explaining to everyone (Biblo) the brief history of the place.

"This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy" thorin spitted, his face showing every little bit of hate he had towards the Elvens.

"You have no enemies here Thorin Ocanshild" Gandalf's face turned to a scroll again at Thron, who he felt disappointed for letting his hate cloud his mind.

"the only ill will to fear in this valley is what you bring yourself" Gandalf continued eying the young prince in front of him. While Bilbo stood there, on Gandalf's side, his hand moving in the air. He couldn't help the smile that grow on his face, and he shyly tilted his head in an attempt to hide it until it disappear, yet it never did, not when they walked to the entrance, not even when the Lord addressed him, with knowing eyes.

"Mrs Baggins" Loard unacknowledged the Hobbit's presence, who just nodded his head. Which resulted in suspicious looks sent his way, especially from the grey wizard, who was more than sure that the two never meet.

"I didn't know you were an acquaintance of mister Baggins, Lord Elrond" Gandalf questioned, raising an eyebrow, giving Baggins a quick glance over his shoulder. The Lord only smiled in response.

They all enter and Bilbo didn't even notice, his eyes were busy searching for something or someone. He was absent-minded, that he didn't even notice the grumpy Drawf, passing the map to Lord Elrond, who gave it one look before ordering his man to bring his apprentice, and before Thorin could protest, Gandalf shut him out with a stern look.

"Papa!" Their head snapped toward the voice, to see a child, not like the other. A few feet away was a child running toward them, before throwing themselves on the hobbit who catch them quickly like a reflection.

"(Y/N)" He lifted you up, smiling with watery eyes at your happy expression that he longed for.

Oh, how much did he miss you.

"Who is that?" One of the dwarfs asked, cutting the small father-child reunion.

"This is my child, (Y/N)" Bilbo pointed at the child beside him, who smiled at the company before saluting them in the Eleven way.

"Greetings to Thorin II "Oakenshield son of Thráin II, king under the mountain and his company. I'm (Y/N) daughter of Bilbo Baggins, apprentice of Lord Elnord " You stood high earning a proud look out from Lord Elrond.

"Wait you have a child!!!" the dwarves' jaws dropped, except Thorin whose brain was connecting the dots. He understood now, why Bilbo Baggins' eyes lit up, why he was so eager to enter the palace, and why the Elef seem to know he was.

Biblo turns away hiding from the company glares. How dare he not tell us, that's what they all were thinking about, while you just stood there smiling so brightly like the sun, they had to close their eyes.

"But you look so much different than each other?" Kili voiced thorin question, which earned him a deep blush of embarrassment from Bilbo not like they could see it.

You look at your father, noticing the red on the tip of his ears making you giggle. You knew your father so you decided to explain.

"My father used to be..what was the name.." Your eyes turn to the right side "Ah…a playboy…My father used to be a playboy, he was known as beyond the shire, in all the lads and lasses." The dwarfs again turn to the shy Hobbit as he hides his face this time with his hands, as he remembers something.

"I'm Gorgon(child with snake hair) just like a mother" You elucidated when you notice the looks of disbelief in their eyes.

"That explains a lot" They nodded to each other, before turning back to Bilbo.

The hurt on Thorin was evident, and you notice it, as he glared at your father. Like he was ready to kill him. At first, it scared you until you notice the jealousy, and that is when it hit you. Thorin was in love with your father, and think that he's married. but does your father reciprocate this feeling?

Yes, he does! He was giving an apologetic smile to Thorin, who scoffed, and you saw an opportunity so you took it.

You tugged your father's sleeve before asking "Is he, my new mama?" You turn to Thorin when your father just kept looking at you with wide eyes "Are you my new mama?" Thorin'eyes almost popped out of his skull. He starts stuttering before he turned to the laughing dwarf with a glare that could shut up anyone, but they couldn't stop.

It was too hilarious, seeing flustered Thorin. Rare sight!

"(Y/N)!" Bilbo run to your side, "What?" you blinked innocently, "You luve him, he luves you and you are my pap so he is my new mama" You explained in a matter-of-fact tone, just causing the dwarves to laugh more and more, some were even on the floor, crying!

Even Lord Elnord and Gandalf were laughing, their heart out at the two flustered males.

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[iam-sol-emnlyswear]

Everyone talks about the fact that some Baggins male family names are Largo, Mungo, and Bungo while the female ones are flowers like Lily, Daisy, and Peony, but I feel like no one talks about the fact that Rosie Cotton’s brothers names are Tolman, Wilcome, Bowman, and CARL

#dude imagine being named fucking #carl #there are also female baggins names like #linda #and #laura #but carl dude #lord of the rings #lotr #baggins #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #also i feel like i should mention #sam and rosie #are also distantly related #samewise gamgee #sam gamgee #samwise the brave #rosie cotton

[luna-redamancy]

Hi, can you do a part 2 to Thorin X witch Reader X Bilbo please. I really enjoy reading your writing it makes my day.

Part One can be found right here!

“What’s this?” You spoke mostly to yourself, just halting from exiting your room. The hallway was barren this morning, and you had planned for a morning of solitude with a very eventful day of meditation and herb collection. Instead of handcrafted gifts and delicately written poetry sitting on your doorstep, Bilbo and Thorin stood. 

The morning sun seeped through your door and into the hallway, illuminating the two in a soft golden light whilst giving you a haloed silhouette. 

“Good morning,” You gave them both a nod, though your confusion was visible on your expression as Bilbo spoke first. 

“I wanted to see if you would join me for a walk this morning-” 

“And I was wondering if I could speak to you… Privately,” Thorin added, side eyeing Bilbo as he thumbed the courting bead in his pocket, returning his gaze back to you. 

You paused as you looked at the two- truly looked at them and took in their mannerisms. Thorin’s thumbing of something in his pocket, his brows rooted together in a deep furrow as he awaited your response, while Bilbo tapped his foot, a sign he was nervous. 

“Is this what I think this is?” You leaned against your doorway, arms crossing over your chest. The two quickly melted into a calm-faced panic. 

“What?” Bilbo nearly squeaked, flustered at you seeing through them so easily. 

“I appreciate your anonymity, it was interesting I will admit,” You grinned, “But I truly must ask- Is this what I am assuming it is?” 

“That would depend on what you think this is,” Thorin did his best to keep his expression cool. 

“Is this an attempt to officiate a courting with me?” You clarified, looking between the two. 

“Well… I–”

“Yes,” Thorin, always the blunter of the two, spoke up.

“Well it appears we have a problem,” You furrowed your brow, looking perplexed. 

“You don’t want either of us,” Bilbo said simply, trying to sound matter-of-fact but the sadness in his tone was clear as a bell. 

“No no,” You shook your head, “You both are lovely,” You gave Bilbo a smile before giving Thorin one as well. 

“However, I just don’t know how I would ever decide between the both of you. If it was my choice, I’d court the both of you.”

Bilbo and Thorin turned to each other, looking the other up and down before looking to you with determination in their eyes. 

“Why not both?” Bilbo raised a brow to you. 

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Summary: Bilba Baggins is not pleased the Elves have kidnapped her Dwarrow.

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