Studying the room, Bilbo tried to devise a strategy. Just when he was about to give up and make a run for it, a heard he familiar voice. Dori marched into the kitchen, barking orders as he directed a serving tray to be loaded. Yes! Now Bilbo just had to get his attention. Dori certainly wouldn’t try to eat him. Maybe the sheep would even help him get back to the king’s rooms. “Hey,” he whispered, but went unnoticed. There was too much noise and activity.
Bilbo sighed. Was he going to have to run out after all? Fortunately, Dori unwittingly supplied the solution and came to stand by the cupboards to get out of the way.
“Pssst. Hey!” Bilbo tried again. The fussy sheep definitely heard him this time and glanced around curiously. “Behind you.”
With that, Dori spun around and nearly jumped out of his skin. “Master Bilbo?” He gaped. “What are you doing here?”
“I, uh, got lost?”
“Oh, Mahal. The king’s going to bloody kill me when he finds out you left his rooms! How did you get out?” Dori’s eyes shifting about as he tried to act normal.
“You left the door unlocked?”
“I did not. I most certainly remember locking it.”
“Are you sure?”
“I … ” Dori rubbed his fluffy white beard. “I think so?”
“Well, what can I say?” Bilbo shrugged, not above taking advantage of the servant’s doubt. “Here I am. What time is it anyway? Does the king know I’m missing?”
“Of course not! It’s barely lunch! I was just getting ready to bring your meal.”
“Really? I felt longer than that. Hey! That means if you can get me back to the king’s rooms no one has to know about this. I won’t tell if you won’t.”
~~Excerpt of Chapter 5 of Bride of the Demon King by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on October 26th. Subscribe now!❤
Hey everyone! Since it’s october, I thought I’d pick a fic with spoo~ky overtones. Though I have a couple to choose from, I just had to go with “Golden Fog” by teaDragon.
Another fic that I’ve read multiple times, this one is a wonderfully crafted holloween story set in a modern middle-earth. The story is very well done and original. Packed with plenty of mystery, monsters, suspence and adorkable flirting. So, if you’re open to modern aus and looking for a fun fic appropriate for the season, you should definitely check this one out. It’s well worth the read.😉🥰🎃
Golden Fog (83649 words) by teaDragon
Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield
Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Dís, Fíli, Kíli, Other Hobbits and Dwarves
Additional Tags: Horror, Supernatural Elements, Past Character Death, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, set in the shire, Hurt/Comfort, reference to minor character death, references to violence and tourture, Rituals, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, Awkward Flirting
When Thorin grudgingly decided to visit his sister and her family in the Shire, he expected to find a slow, sleepy town out in the country.
He had not expected that the seemingly peaceful Shire covered a dark secret. And he had certainly not expected to develop feelings for a small, curly-haired man. Nor for the same man to somehow be deeply connected to a series of strange and frightening disappearances.
Wired: Leave comments because it makes your fav writers feel good
so, Metacognition is the practice of thinking about thinking or identifying one’s cognitive process . in essence, metacognition is understanding how you prepare for academic challenges, exams, or tasks, and then being able to reflect on whether you did well, you prepared adequately, and what was most effective. in a writing setting, this type of self-awareness helps you transfer skills in writing, say, fanfiction into writing academically, competitively and professionally.
here’s an article from brown university on the subject i’ll discuss further. there are 3 parts of practicing metacognition identified in this article: planning, monitoring, and evaluation. how might this look like for a fanfic writer?
planning: asking oneself ‘what is my goal?’ ‘what strategies should i use to meet that goal?’ ‘how much time/length do i need to meet my goal?’. so maybe my goal is to write a meet cute where two characters kiss. i’ll need to use a perspective, an upbeat tone, and forward characterization to do this. it’ll probably take 5000 words and two days to write.
monitoring: asking oneself: is my story making sense? am i reaching my goal, or do i need to summarize more succinctly to keep it to 5k? maybe you started with a lot of exposition and now you’re 6k in and the characters haven’t met yet. what went wrong/changed? is it ok that it changed or did you not realize it got away from you? what now?
evaluation: asking oneself: did i reach my goal? was it effective? what would i change next time?
this is where comments come in
it is incredibly difficult to evaluate yourself. comments like “i love this!” actually do begin to touch on the evaluation step of metacognition. it means, in general, the writer is on the right track. comments like “i loved the dialogue between x and y” or “the emotions of this section really hit me” begin to answer the questions of was it effective, did i reach my goal and conversely answer what would i change next time (by adding more of whatever was specified as working well). HYPER SPECIFIC comments, like analyzing the story between the lines or pasting in a line that you really liked and explaining why, is like jet fuel for the metacognition process and i’m not exaggerating. specifically pointing out what was effective and why is incredibly useful
i might elaborate later but fanfic replies literally develop writer’s metacognition and make them better writers
i can straight up credit my writing style to all of my friends and readers who have given incredibly detailed comments. when i found a community who gave feedback like that, my writing improved a thousand times faster than before. so! i guess what i’m saying is give feedback! it goes so much further than you realize!
Inspired: Leave comments because it will make them write better
Eureka-d: leave comments because it will make YOU write better too. It develops your meta cognition as well
He swung open the door, just short of obnoxiously, and glared. But he didn’t see anyone, at least, not until he lowered his gaze. If it wasn’t the penniless, exiled dwarf king himself. Thorin almost looked surprised to see him. “What do you want? And how did you find my private quarters?” Thranduil pinned the dwarf with a suspicious gaze.
Thorin raised a brow. “I wasn’t aware these were your quarters. I assure you I didn’t come to see you.”
“So you just happened to find them?” Thranduil narrowed his eyes. “What do you want? I’ve no interest in hearing about your quest.”
“I’m not here for you. You have something of mine.” Thorin suppressed a growl.
Thranduil scoffed. He had to give the dwarf some credit. Thorin was making more of an attempt to be civil than Thranduil had thought him capable of. Probably only for the hobbit’s sake. How did a vulgar second born manage to be so lucky as to be paired with someone as precious as Bilbo? There was no way a dwarf deserved such a gift.
“Do I?” he asked airily, leaving the door open in an unofficial invitation and sauntering back to his table. The conversation could prove entertaining if he held some kind of leverage over the dwarf. “And what would that be?”
Stepping in cautiously, Thorin glanced around the room. “I think you know what I’m talking about.” He glared.
“Your sword perhaps? It is an eleven sword. You have no true claim to it,” Thranduil goaded.
Thorin pinned him with a half suspiciously and half confused look. “I’m not here for a bloody sword.”
It was Thranduil’s turn to look confused. “Then why are you here?”
Thorin stared harder, as if trying to determine if he was lying.
“Well?” Thranduil prompted impatiently. What could he possibly have that Thorin would bother to track down his quarters and personally face him to retrieve? The only thing the dwarf seemed to care that much about was … “Are you accusing me of taking your hobbit?!” he scoffed.
~~Excerpt from chapter 46 of Small, but Fierce by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct 19th. Subscribe now! ❤
The hunters slipped into the hot springs with a chorus of moans. Even Thorin couldn’t bite back the groan that escaped as his sore muscles slowly dipped beneath the soothing hot water.
“I’m so sorry,” Bilbo chuckled sympathetically. “I really was trying to go easy on you.”
“It’s not your fault, Uncle Bilbo,” Kili assured through gritted teeth.
“Yeah, we’re just a lot wimpier than we thought,” Kili agreed.
Thorin groaned again. Something was out of place in his back, and it was sending streaks of pain down his legs.
“Oh, you’re not,” Bilbo tutted. “You’re actually very impressive for hunters, especially for your age. Come here, love.” He gently tugged Thorin around so his hunter’s back was to him. Running his fingers along Thorin’s spine, he found what he was looking for. With a gentle press, Thorin’s back popped loudly, resulting in instant relief. Finally, the hunter was able to relax without the constant pain and leaned back into his vampire’s arms.
Wrapping around him, Bilbo easily supported his hunter. “You don’t have to push yourself so hard, you know,” he sighed, resting his chin on his mate’s shoulder.
Thorin only had the energy to grunt on response. Shortly after getting back from Bree, they had started a new, and rather intense, training routine. Bilbo was training them personally, and that included sparring with them.
Really, it wasn’t any more intense than they wanted it to be. Bilbo only ever played a defensive role so it was entirely up to them how hard they pushed themselves. The boys would take turns or work together until they were too sore or too tired to get thrown back or knocked around again. Thorin wasn’t that smart, apparently.
~~Excerpt from chapter 72 of Of Cold Hearts by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct 19th. Subscribe now! ❤
Bilbo watched her leave, a satisfied grin still on his face. He turned back to find his stallion watching him with fond eyes. “What?”
“You always fight for him.” There was no accusation in Thorin’s voice.
“Well, it wasn’t just for him. I fight for her too. He’s family, and she deserves to be happy.” Bilbo shrugged. “You know that means we have four mated pairs in our herd now? And more likely to come. We still have three unmated mares—well, four if you count Dis, but she’s stubborn. But I know that stallion she danced with still has his eyes on her.” He tapped the side of his nose.
Thorin laughed quietly. “You are incredible. Do you know that?”
“Oh, I’m not that special.” Bilbo waved the compliment away. “I just like taking care of people. And that includes seeing them happily mated.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Chuckling, Thorin pulled him closer. “I suppose that’s fine. As long as you let us take care of you as well. What did Oin have to say?”
“Everything’s Good. There’s no problems. I’d know before he did, anyway.”
“Fair enough. When was the last time you ate?”
“It’s been forever! I’m starving!”
“So about an hour then?” Thorin chuckled.
Bilbo scoffed. “Maybe,” he said sassily.
“Then we best go fill your belly … all of your bellies.” Thorin rubbed Bilbo’s growing middle, referring to the two little beings who were housed safely within.
“I think we’d all enjoy that.” Bilbo played along with a giggle. And they returned to their tent.
~~Excerpt from chapter 66 of The Herd of Durin by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct 19th. Subscribe now! ❤
Bilbo was more subdued the next morning, seemingly over his fit of rage from the day before, but the others still tiptoed around him like he might go off again. Everyone but Thorin and Gandalf anyway.
“Oh, stop it,” Bilbo scolded as they broke camp, carefully avoiding him. “I’m not going to rip anyone’s beard out today. Frankly, I don’t have the energy for it. But I feel like I was quite justified in my anger last night.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the rocks forming a wall behind him.
“Your concerns have been noted,” Aragorn responded diplomatically. “We will do everything in our power to protect them and you.”
Bilbo raised a brow. “A bit over-confident, aren’t you? Couldn’t even protect a wizard from an injured hobbit.”
Gandalf choked on his smoke laughing, and Thorin joined with a chuckle of his own.
Aragorn wore a challenging look. “You are a strange character Master Baggins. You have all the sass of a hobbit and all the stubbornness of a dwarf. They must have rubbed off on you after spending so much time with them.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult?”
“The stubbornness is all his own,” Thorin interjected. “It’s the suspicion that rubbed off.”
Aragorn raised a brow at the hobbit.
Bilbo shrugged. “I guess when enough things try to kill you, you learn to stop being so trusting.”
“No one here is going to harm you.”
“Doesn’t mean you can keep us from all harm, does it? I’m not saying I don’t trust you. I’ve just learned not to take survival for granted. So forgive me if I can’t place my safety solely in your hands.” Bilbo stood stiffly and brushed himself off. “I prefer his hands anyway.” He pointed at his dwarf.
~~Excerpt from chapter 6 of Legends by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct. 12th. Subscribe now!❤
”Well, it’s good to know you eat well at least some of the time,” Adamanta praised as she cleaned her own plate.
”Only if I make it. Isn’t that right, darling?” Lobelia supplied, sending Thorin a smug smirk.
”Oh, really?” Adamanta sounded intrigued.
”I have her trained to make things the way I like them. Took forever. Her cooking was terrible,” Bilbo grumbled, leaning back in his seat satisfied.
Lobelia made a scandalized noise, and Thorin didn’t bother to suppress his smirk. “It was not! I was inexperienced at worst! It’s not my fault you’re so finicky and hard to please!”
Bilbo only shrugged, completely unashamed, and Lobelia huffed at him as she cleared his plates.
”It’s alright, dear. He seems quite pleased with your cooking now,” Adamanta soothed with a chuckle. Lobelia huffed again and disappeared into the kitchen with a load of dishes. “Never insult the cook.” Adamanta advised across the table at Thorin. “It’s terrible manners and could very easily spark a rather aggressive family feud. Bilbo’s a terrible role model. Don’t follow his example.”
Thorin raised an amused brow at his intended who shrugged unrepentantly. “If you lie to someone about the quality of their product, they’ll never improve it. Lobelia’s a good cook because I told her she was terrible, and she was determined to prove me otherwise,” Bilbo supplied blandly.
”Still, it’s atrocious manners. Poor dear must have felt terrible,” Adamanta countered.
”I don’t anymore.” Lobelia jumped in as she brought Bilbo his tea.
”She has no reason to feel terrible now. She’s one of the best cooks in the Shire,” Bilbo praised casually with a single nod of thanks for his tea. Lobelia beamed proudly, too delighted to even remember to be smug about it.
~~Excerpt from chapter 11 of The Song of My Heart by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct. 12th. Subscribe now!❤
“Hey, feather-head. What coup did ye escape from?” Dwalin’s voice suddenly sounded behind him.
“Shut up,” Thorin growled, crossing his arms.
Snickering, Dwalin walked around to his front. “Hey, notice anyone out of place yet?”
“What are you talking about?” Thorin shot him a dark look. He really wasn’t in the mood for his cousin’s jokes.
“Figured ye hadn’t or ye wouldn’t still be moping around here. Have ye even eaten yet?”
“What are you talking about?!” Thorin growled. “Since when do you talk in riddles?”
“Ain’t a riddle. Just a suggestion. Ye should go check out the food. Ye might find something ye like.” Dwalin nudged him with his elbow and gestured toward a section of the tables covered with food.
Thorin glared as his friend walked off into the crowd. What was he bloody talking about? He debated with himself a moment on whether he should humor his cousin or not before finally sighing and making his way in the direction Dwalin had pointed. It’s not like he had anything better to do anyway.
He broke through the thickest part of the crowd, and the tables came into view. Scanning them, he didn’t see what Dwalin could possibly be talking about. He huffed a sigh at the wild boar chase and was about to leave as he didn’t have much on an appetite, when something caught his eye a little way down.
Bouncing curls. His mouth nearly fell open when he spotted the very one he had been longing to see. His hobbit was … working the tables? Thorin followed after him, watching in fascination as his One would gesture over one of the Kitchen aides only to send them rushing down to the kitchens.
Was he … in charge of the tables? Thorin was surprised by how arousing it was to watch his small hobbit deftly command his dwarf coworkers. He would make a wonderful consort. Putting aside his fantasies, Thorin cleared his throat. He could resume them later … in private.
~~Excerpt from chapter 8 of One of a King by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct. 12th. Subscribe now!❤
Yep! I’m adding another! Now if only I could finish some. 😅 Anyway, here’s the new schedule:
1st Monday – HOD, OCH, SBF
2nd Monday – SMH, OAK, LEG
3rd Monday – HOD, OCH, SBF
4th Monday – OA, BB, BDK
5th Monday – Bonuses or new releases (When applicable)
How close are you to finishing any of your fanfics?
… Not nearly as close as I’d like to be. 😅 I think the closest one to being done is Small but Fierce, but I still have Laketown, Smaug, and the battle to get through, so … it’s not really that close to being done. Plus, it’s just the first part in a series, so I won’t really be done even after I finish it. I don’t think Bride of the Demon King will be as long as the others, but we’ll see how it develops. 🤷♀️ Technically, I did finish part one of Of Cold Hearts, but it didn’t really count since I decided not to split the fic in parts … 😩 I continue on with the hope that SOMEDAY I will finish them all. 😅🥰