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When Bilbo finally came to a stop, standing at the edge of the camp, Thorin made his move. “Everything all right?” Thorin rumbled, as he circled closely behind the stationary hobbit. He didn’t miss the way his One shuddered.

“Everything’s fine,” Bilbo returned through clenched teeth.

”Then why are you acting so … different.” Thorin leaned a little closer, and Bilbo’s ear twitched before the hobbit shook himself visibly from whatever affect Thorin’s voice was having. He couldn’t help a small self-satisfied smirk.

"Whose to say that I am?”

“Several have said it already. You haven’t gone for your walk, and you can’t seem to sit still.”

“I’m standing still right now.”

“I’m not leaving without an answer.” Thorin leaned in closer, nearly brushing the hobbit’s ears with his lips.

With another shudder, Bilbo turned his ear away. He still didn’t reply at first, but, after a few moments, sucked in a deep breath and sighed it out. “We’re being followed.”

”What?” Thorin was instantly at attention, casting his gaze around the edges of their camp. There was a sparse copse of trees on one side that significantly hindered his range. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. They been following us all day. Trying to catch up, I’d wager.”

“Are you a gambling hobbit, Master Baggins?” Thorin continued to peer out into the darkness around them.

“Only when I know I’ll win.”

~~Excerpt of Chapter 15 of The Blind Burglar by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on October 26th. Subscribe now!❤

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”Well, your dwarves insist they cannot fit another back on those ponies and still have room to ride.” Adamanta walked back to them, a complaint on her lips. “But there are two more sacks, and you must take them! It will be very distressing to me if you don’t!”

”I’ll take ‘em!” A new voice came up behind them. “My pony’s still got room.” The hobbit smirked at their wide-eyed stairs.

”Dinodas?” Adamanta addressed the newcomer. “Are you going too?”


”No!” Bilbo denied over top of him. “You can’t go! You have … responsibilities! You’re head of the bounders!”

”Not anymore.”

”What?! But you were just promoted!”

”Which just made it easier to quit, really, if you think about it.”

”You can’t!”

”I’m afraid he already did,” Gerontius informed. “Approached me last night after dinner. Didn’t even hold the title for twelve hours. It’s a new record.”

”Wha- Bu- No!” Bilbo spluttered. “You can’t come! You’ve never come before! Why are you doing this?! What are you thinking?! I can’t protect you!”

”Uh, yeah, about that,” Dino hummed. “Ya see, I’m coming along to protect you. You’ve practically been living in that arm chair of yours and are not prepared for a life on the road. And I know you’re a seer, but ya are a bit on the wee side.” He pinched his fingers in front of his face to emphasize his point.

”Excuse me! I have done perfectly well every– well, most– okay, many other times! I do not need to be hobbit-sat, and my size has nothing to do with anything! I will have you know I have faced orcs, goblins, spiders, dragons, and a bloody balrog! I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much!” Bilbo blustered harmlessly.

~~Excerpt of Chapter 12 of Once Again by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on October 26th. Subscribe now!❤

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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!❤

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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! ❤

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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! ❤

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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! ❤

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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!❤

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”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!❤

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“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!❤

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Thorin chuckled, amused by his One’s mischievous penchant for getting his best friend all riled up. Bilbo didn’t do it to anyone else. It was like he was out to prove that the gruff warrior was just a big softy. “All right. It’s about time for bed.”

“Aww!” Bilbo whined superficially. “I’m not ready yet.”

Raising a brow, Thorin could feel the fatigue creeping up on his faunt. If Bilbo didn’t start settling down, he’d just pass out in the middle of whatever he was doing. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time, but a certain sense of dissatisfaction always seemed to linger when he woke. Thorin knew his hobbit liked to cuddle as he drifted off and tended to feel like he’d missed out if he didn’t get to.

“Okaaaay,” Bilbo sighed dramatically. It was clearly for show as Thorin could feel a subdued excitement as he looked forward to snuggling in for the night. “But what about bedtime kisses?”

“Bedtime kisses?” Dwalin repeated slightly mortified.

“Bedtime kisses!” Bilbo echoed.

“What do ye need them for?”

“'Cause I want ‘em!”

“Ya’ve never asked for ‘em before,” Nori narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“Well, I’ve never been snatched away while you were all locked in a dungeon before either!” Bilbo countered. “I want kisses!!” He threw his arms up at the command.

“Ye can’t be serious?” Dwalin asked incredulously. “Thorin’s yer One! Go boss him about!”

“Thorin always gives me goodnight kisses,” Bilbo bragged snootily.

~~Excerpt from chapter 45 of Small but Fierce by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct 5th. Subscribe now! ❤

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“You would tell me … if I was … something other than human, wouldn’t you?” There was no doubt in Thorin’s mind that Bilbo would know.

Bilbo stared, his face carefully blank. “If you asked it of me … I would tell you anything that you want to know,” he finally answered.

Stepping closer, Thorin studied his One. “Am I human?”

“Yes, of course, you are, Thorin. That’s a silly question,” Bilbo huffed patiently, breaking his expressionless mask to give his hunter a reassuring look.

Thorin felt no less confused. He knew Bilbo spoke in riddles sometimes, but his answered seemed pretty straightforward. “I felt … different,” he admitted softly, squeezing his fists and stretching his hands.

Bilbo closed the distance between them and reached up to cup his hunter’s jaw in his hands with a small sigh. “That man is an idiot. Don’t let his words bother you. You are human.”

Thorin nodded and grabbed one of the vampire’s hands to redirect it to his lips. “I felt … more though. For a moment,” he sighed. Maybe he was just perceiving things that weren’t there because of what Slayer had said, like the suggestion of enchantment.

“Well, I never said you weren’t,” Bilbo huffed.

“Weren’t what?” Thorin narrowed his eyes.

More than human. You asked if you were human, not if you were only human.” Bilbo pointed out.

Thorin’s brow furrowed as he considered that. “What?”

Sighing, Bilbo slid his hands down Thorin’s front, settling them on his waist as he pushed against him.

Thorin was almost distracted. “Are you saying I’m more than just human?”

“All I’m saying is that you didn’t ask.” Bilbo deflected, pushing against him harder. Thorin stumbled back from the vampire’s force until he hit a tree. Bilbo rubbed against him, and heat shot to his groin.

~~Excerpt from chapter 71 of Of Cold Hearts by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct 5th. Subscribe now! ❤

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Bilbo trotted to the council tent with Dagan at his side. He wasn’t happy about not being summoned for the meeting. Throwing the tent door open, he barged in. “Dagan said you’re not sending a trading party out today.”

“Unfortunately. Come sit, Ghivashel.” Thorin beckoned him in.

“Why not?” Bilbo took a seat next to his mate. “And why didn’t someone come get me?“

“You were resting,” Dis answered. “We didn’t wish to wake you.”

Bilbo snorted indignantly. “This is important.”

“I’m sorry, Amral. It wasn’t our intent to leave you out.” Thorin ran his fingers through Bilbo’s growing curly mane.

“What’s going on? Why no trading party? Are there no more settlements nearby?”

“On the contrary, there are still two settlements within our reach, though we’d likely only be able to make contact with one more before we move on,” Balin replied.

“It’s the good’s that’s the problem.” Gloin took over. “We’re out of things to trade. We ain’t got nothin’ left that we don’t need.”

“But we can’t stop,” Bilbo insisted. “Trade relations might be the only thing keeping us from delving into an all out war.”

“We understand, Amral, But we simply have nothing left to offer. It’s the excuse of trade that has granted us what interaction we’ve had so far. Without something to offer, our approaching the settlements will likely be found suspicious,” Thorin reasoned.

Bilbo thought for a few moments, his face scrunched up in concentration. “So, you just need something to trade, right?”

“Aye, something the humans would take an interest in,” Gloin confirmed.

“All right.” Bilbo stood. “Come, Dagan.”

“Bilbo? Where are you going?” Dis wondered.

“Fishing.” Bilbo disappeared out the tent.

~~Excerpt from chapter 65 of The Herd of Durin by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Oct 5th. Subscribe now! ❤

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Currently, Bilbo was taking care of Thorin’s pony, which was, admittedly, one of the most troublesome. He was combing out its mane when the pony twisted her head around and gave him a firm shove, nearly knocking the hobbit off his feet.

”Goodness! Aren’t you demanding.” Bilbo pushed her face away, but the distance was short lived. “You are persistent,” he chuckled as the pony continued to nudge at him. “All right, all right.” He gave up his task and walked around to give the pony some attention, petting her face and murmuring softly.

Thorin had never seen his pony so affectionate. She barely tolerated him, certainly never sought his affection.

“What? You want this? All right.” Bilbo pulled something out of one of his pouches and surrendered the unidentified treat. “But don’t tell your master, he’ll think I’m spoiling you.” He smirked, not bothering to speak quietly enough so Thorin couldn’t hear.

Huffing in mock offense, Thorin was instantly alert when a soft giggle escaped the hobbit. He had to remind himself to close his mouth. It was … the most adorable sound he’d ever heard.

Bilbo leaned his head against the pony’s long face and continued to shower it with affection. The beast uncharacteristically soaked it up. Thorin fought the impulse to be jealous. It was a bloody pony for Mahal’s sake! … Was he really wishing to trade places with a bloody pony? He glanced at them again. Yeah, maybe a little. He wouldn’t mind getting his beard stroked like that while just being in each other’s space. Damn lucky pony.

~~Excerpt from chapter 14 of The Blind Burglar by Domesti Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Sept. 28th. Subscribe now! ❤

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Minutes later, they were reclined in the tub together, Bilbo lying over top of Thorin, and soaking in pleasantly warm water. Despite the tight fit, they were comfortable and relaxed. Bilbo snacked on the remaining strawberries and cream while the dwarf lazily wiped away the evidence of their intimacy.

“Mmmm.” Bilbo popped another strawberry in his mouth. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this with you.” Grabbing another strawberry, he held it to Thorin’s mouth.

Thorin accepted the offered strawberry. “What? Eat strawberries or share a bath?” he asked teasingly.

“Neither,” Bilbo tutted. “Though those are both good too.” He popped another cream covered berry in his mouth. “I meant play strawberries and cream.”

Thorin grinned into his curly hair. “I have to admit, I quite enjoyed your little game. But have we not played it before?” He played on his One’s tendency to speak of his visions as if they were memories.

”No, unfortunately,” Bilbo sighed. “We’ve never been … involved at a point where we could enjoy luxuries like hot baths and whipped creme.” He popped another strawberry in his mouth before offering one to his dwarf.

Accepting it distractedly, Thorin wondering at his One’s words. Did that mean Bilbo had never seen them together in a future beyond the quest? Brooding silently, he tried to make sense of the statement while Bilbo finished the strawberries and set the bowl aside to rest against his dwarf.

Thorin returned to attention when his One started to go limp. “Hey.” He nudged his hobbit awake. “Let’s head back to bed.”

~~Excerpt from chapter 11 of Once Again by Domesti Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Sept. 28th. Subscribe now! ❤

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Hey there! Since I have so many bagginshield bookmarks, I thought I should start sharing them with you, just in case there’s anyone out there looking for more reading material.😉

For my first fic rec, I’d like to direct you to “If I could give my breath away” by stupidfatpenguin. It’s one of my more recent reads. Honestly I spend so much time writing anymore, I don’t read much, but this one was short and hooked me in the first few paragraphs, so I just had to read it all. And it was soooo worth it!

If you’re looking for something short, fun, fluffy and sweet, this is the fic for you. It was an absolute delight to read. Basically, Thorin suffers some short term amnesia and proceeds to flirt his heart out with the pretty little hobbit by his side. Imagine his joy when he discovers they’re already married.🤭

If you love sappy, fluffy Bagginshield, you need to read this. Or maybe you’re just having a hard day and need something to make you smile because this most certainly will. Seriously, the sappy!Thorin in this one is the best!🥰

Links and summary below! Go check it out! It makes me want to read it again just thinking about it. 😁

If I could give my breath away (I would) (5057 words) by StupidFatPenguin
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield
Characters: Balin (Tolkien), Dáin Ironfoot, Óin (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Memory Loss, Thorin Oakenshield Is a Dork

The first thing Thorin sees when he wakes up is his own hand resting on the bedsheets. Atop it rests another, smaller hand. It feels warm and looks soft, the skin unworried by forge burns and blemishes. It is not a dwarf’s hand; he knows as much. Yet he cannot quite gather for himself if that is of any importance.

Or, Thorin loses his memory and quite forgets that the hobbit by his bedside whom he wishes to court and marry is already his husband. Everyone else find this hilarious.

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“Legolas!” Bilbo sprinted at the elf.

The prince’s face lit up at the friendly greeting. “Hello. You look very well.” He obeyed the faunt’s demanding outstretched arms, and picked Bilbo up, setting him in the nook of his arm.

“Where have you been?” Bilbo pouted, accepting the small flower that the elf had picked for him.

“I was … sent out on a mission. But it’s done now, so I should be around more.”

“How’s Tauriel?”

“She’s fine. You should also be seeing more of her.”

“How’s the king?”

“He is … well,” the elf replied hesitantly.

Bilbo instantly pinned him with a suspicious gaze. “Really?”

“Actually.” Legolas redirected. “He asked me to invite you and your dwarves for dinner. He’s missed your company.”

“Really? All of them?”

“Yes, all of them.”

“Okay,” Bilbo agreed easily. He pinned the elf with his gaze again. “Is he really all right?”

“You will see for yourself tonight.” Legolas booped his tiny nose.

Shaking it off, Bilbo studied him for a moment more. “Okay. Do you have to go? Come have tea!” Bilbo ordered as much as invited.

“I’d be delighted,” Legolas laughed. “If your dwarves would permit,” he cleared his throat and hedged.

“Aye. Bilbo could use some fresh blood.” Thorin smirked wickedly. The faunt had already hounded each of them enough for the day in his pursuit of entertainment.

Legolas raised a baffled brow, but Bilbo only grinned innocently. The elf did stay for tea, and, as he had nowhere he had to be, he easily accepted the invitation to stick around and entertain the faunt.

~~Excerpt from chapter 44 of Small but Fierce by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Sept. 21st. Subscribe now! ❤

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“Bilbo.” Dis’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Get over here. We came to wash, and you are not getting out of it!” she scolded superficially.

A smile crept onto Bilbo’s face at the sound of splashing as a couple of the mares came to retrieve him. “I’m coming. So pushy!” He turned around to join Tina and Nami as they returned to the other mares.

“Bilbo Baggins! You will get over here, and let us pamper you! For Mahal’s sake! You’re carrying twins! Accept your fate!” Dis teased.

Laughing, Bilbo pranced through the water toward them. There was no reason for him to be depressed. So many cared for him now, and he would return the favor. He would figure it out. He just needed time to think.

“It can’t be my turn yet! We just got started!”

“Everyone but you has been washed,” Tina informed. “Even little Vili’s already had his bath!”

The little colt cooed around his hand from where he sat propped between Sharli’s knees.

“See? Even he think’s you’re being stubborn,” Sharli laughed, petting Vili’s little tuft of hair.

“That’s not fair! You’re supposed to be on my side, Vili!” Bilbo pouted, and the mares giggles as they boxed him in for a thorough scrubbing. “Fine. I guess I’ll suffer through it,” he sighed dramatically, but his sullen mask quickly cracked to make way for a giggle as Dis tutted.

“All right. Behave and let us make you sparkle.”

He did. And reveled in the companionship and love of his new family.

~~Excerpt from chapter 64 of The Herd of Durin by Domestic Goddess on Ao3 to be updated on Sept. 21st. Subscribe now! ❤

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