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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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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
Chapters: 14/14
Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
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.

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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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Yeah, this is one of my new ideas that I actually have worked on more than what I thought I would… 😅 So in this one, Bilbo is a dragon who has grown up in the Old Forest until a wizard comes along and brings him into his service. And when Thror first starts to fall under the Dragon Sickness, Thrain sends for Gandalf and his “hobbity” dragon expert.

Basically I had seen a lot of stories where Bilbo was really a dragon during the quest, but I kind of liked the idea of putting Dragon!Bilbo pre-fall of Erebor and having Bilbo and Thorin’s relationship develop from there.

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So I was tagged by @ahufflepuffhobbit for WIP Wednesday, but since I’ve been working on things today, it’s going to be WIP Thursday! I just got done tagging people so I’m not going to do it again. Feel free to do it if you want and tag me so I can see your lovely WIPs!

This is from Guardian of Kings, but I’m going to give you a glimpse of Thorin’s POV.  😉 There was a lot about this fic that I didn’t feel like I would get to sum up in the 5 chapters from Bilbo’s POV. So I was toying around with tacking on Thorin’s POV as a bonus at the end, and working on it helps me see what I need to do with Bilbo’s POV. So this is the first chapter basically retold. Please enjoy!

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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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Hey @lord-of-the-queers :)

Drabble prompts;

#10 I bet you feel like an artist

Thorin comes through the door like a dwarf sized rockfall. He barely acknowledges Bilbo before starting to strip off his crown and outer robe with short, jerky movements and throwing them and the dresser.

“It went well, then?”

Thorin throws him a look that would have curdled milk.

“I will have them all banished from this mountain before I endure that again”

Bilbo stands and starts helping Thorin with the trappings layering him, removing the uniform of a king with gentle hands.

“I know they vex you. But you handle them well, as frustrating as it may be, and we’ll all be better off once it’s done”

Thorin grunts at him.

“It would be pleasant if the process was easier than crossing half the world with orcs hunting you, though”

Bilbo reaches up and lays his hands on Thorin’s temples, and pushes fingers into his hair.

“They’re stubborn, and opinionated, and want what they think is best for their own. These are not traits we are unused to. They can be worked with, there’s just an art to getting them to think what you want is actually what they wanted the whole time”

Thorin leans forward, pressing his head into Bilbo’s hands

I bet you feel like an artist, then, when you manage to have an entire room agreeing to your ideas without even realizing they were yours in the first place”

“More like a farm hand who just about managed to get all the war rams where they’re supposed to be at the same time. Confused and surprised and not likely to ever want to attempt it again”

That gets a small smile - there’s hope Thorin can be tempted out of his fury, then. Bilbo leans forward to run his nose along the column of Thorin’s neck, and speaks gently against his throat.

“No, I don’t feel like an artist after dealing with stubborn guild leaders. When I’ve got you under my hands, though… when you let the world fall away and you’re there with me, and only me. When you sigh and sing for me… that’s when I feel like an artist creating a masterpiece”

Thorin’s hands tighten where they rest on his sides. They pull him closer against Thorin’s broad chest, one sliding to grip his him firmly and the other sliding around the small of his back and creeping steadily further.

“Why don’t you see what you can create of me then, o artist of mine”

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