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thorinsspringforge · 1 year

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ironmandeficiency · 1 year

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cattails and chaos (reflections)

pairing: bilbo baggins / thorin oakenshield

word count: 2705

summary: a brief moment of respite during the quest lends thorin to reflect on his ever-changing family.

a/n: my entry for thorin’s spring forge 2023! bagginshield has taken over nearly every waking thought since joining the fandom & this is what has come from it (tagging @thorinsspringforge so they know where it is)

the rain finally ceased pummeling the company of thorin oakenshield. soggy dwarves and a dripping hobbit, after being left to their own devices by their wizard companion, were grateful to find even a moment’s rest.

bilbo, to his own joy, found a sprawling meadow some dozen miles past the carrock. his hairy feet were grateful to feel rich soil beneath them once again without the immediate threat of danger that loomed over the company’s shoulders since they left his dear smial.

the invisible weight rising off the hobbit’s shoulders was perceived by every dwarf, raising the morale ever so minutely. there were scattered protests against taking a break, many dwarrow wanting to put as much distance between the encounter with the pale orc as possible. hobbitish mutterings about yavanna boxing her husband’s ears for the stubbornness of his creations grew silent as bilbo drank in the sunlight around them, delighting in the beauty of nature that he’d sorely missed.

there was a very palpable impatience in the air. they were so close to the mountain now, there was no reason to dilly-dally around like tittering old ladies with their gossiping over tea and biscuits. but with one look at the peace bilbo found in this little slice of nature, thorin couldn’t bring himself to completely toss it away. so he ordered a brief pause in their trek and gave orders for a midday meal to be set up, pretending that he wasn’t doing it simply to marvel at the tranquility slowly engulfing his hobbit.

of course, if asked, he was merely following oin’s orders to try and find some rest. it doesn’t matter if none of the company would actually believe said excuse, it’s the one he will stick with. being king has its perks, no matter how few.

“bilbo! come look, there’s a pond!” kili shouted from a distance, waving the hobbit down enthusiastically with fili at his shoulder. though what he found was more of a glorified rain puddle than a pond, it still strengthened bilbo’s already wide smile.

both princes were rough-housing around the water’s edge, bringing each other into playful chokeholds and giving nuggies into already-tangled hair. bilbo approached them with a laugh bubbling in his throat and a spring to his step none had seen in far too long.

he unwittingly had thorin’s attention and adoration captive. his feet moved of their own accord, something deep in his soul telling him to stay close to bilbo. hobbits had to have some sort of magic infused with their laughter. how else could thorin explain the smile that nearly swallowed his entire (albeit short) beard and the chuckle that escaped without his permission?

one of them found water reeds along the banks of their pond. fili soon had one of his many knives in hand, cutting several of them off their stems for some unknown reason. thorin observed his nephew collecting them, wondering what he could possibly be planning. knowing his nephews, it couldn’t be pleasant.

“oi kee!” fili called for his brother’s attention, a few of the shorter reeds in hand, the longer ones in a pile by his feet. he waited until kili’s eyes were on him and grinned a grin that never meant anything good was about to happen. “watch this, bilbo,” fili nudged bilbo with a smirk before executing his plan.

“pull!” he shouted.

three reeds were suddenly gliding through the air and kili’s attention was immediately drawn to each of the brown rods. an arrow was notched and released, nailing one of the reeds and causing a fuzzy explosion to erupt above the heads of the company. but he wasn’t done; before the other two could hit the ground, kili waited until they were just about even with each other before releasing another arrow their way, nailing both of them with the one shot.

their celebratory shouts brought smiles to the rest of the company, bilbo applauding and laughing at the spectacle the boys made. there was an overwhelming amount of fuzz floating on the breeze, catching itself on everyone and everything around.

after watching the boys play around a few more moments, bilbo left them to their own devices. thorin almost didn’t notice bilbo’s approach, his mind suddenly finding itself back in time and manipulating the sight in front of him.

rambunctious laughter echoed around the clearing. two young dwarrow were clinging to each other in their giggling fits, barely keeping each other off the ground. mithril beads of durin’s line glinted in the afternoon sun with a shine that could have blinded the local fauna if they hadn’t already run away from the noise.

“you take that back, you scruffy menace!”

“sorry sister, i don’t speak boar!”

thorin would know the voices of his younger siblings anywhere. he couldn’t decide if it was clever or foolish of them to be spooking the wild game away from their little corner of the woods, but there was nothing to be done now to remedy the situation.

“ragh! you’ll regret that!” his dear dis never took frerin’s silly insults well, especially when he would cackle almost obscenely while he spoke them aloud. “make me!”

dis’s battle cry could be heard all the way to moria and her fury could put the mightiest warrior to shame. “baruk khazad!”

frerin’s surprised curse came out as an oof! as he fell to the ground, dis on top of him lightly beating the daylights out of him. thorin made no move to help his brother, simply watched as little dis all but pulverized the middle child of thrain, son of thror. small but mighty, indeed.

playfully frantic eyes found thorin’s and called for his big brother to save him from the wrath of little sisters. “i would help you, but i would rather keep my jewels about me, nadadith!” being over a decade older than his sister didn’t mean he was cocky enough to taunt her into pointing her ire in his direction.

dis was a honey badger of a dam; unassuming at first glance, her stunning beauty disarming foes into complacency until they did something monumental set her blood aflame, then all bets were off on her showing mercy.

the look of mock betrayal from frerin brought thorin to his knees in laughter. it had been far too long since he had the weight of his people off his shoulders. here, in this moment, he wasn’t the exiled prince nor the future king of a kingdom inhabited by a fire drake.

right now, he was simply thorin thrainul, older brother and observer of chaos. and the one who brought snacks, which were happily split between his brother and sister when they finally tired themselves out from their roughhousing.

bilbo knew thorin’s mind was somewhere else. it wasn’t a knowledge built up over years of friendship, it was a knowledge gained by his own experience traveling with the usually stoic dwarf. the hobbit knew the glisten of yearning eyes like the hair on the tops of his feet; they matched his own eyes when he looked upon his back garden where his parents were buried side by side. “what does your heart see?”

the king looked upon his burglar with an appraising look. there would be no harm in telling him about how his nephews were mirrors of his siblings, how their playful smiles brought him back to a clearing similar to the one currently occupied by the company. so he did, and his heart felt all the lighter for it.

“they remind me of better times, the brief moments when the weight of my bloodline didn’t press around me on all sides.” bilbo hummed thoughtfully, knowing what that feeling was like despite the lesser magnitude between their situations.

“the times before i was head of the baggins family were much more carefree. i was able to sneak around with my brandybuck and took cousins, stealing pies off windowsills without a care in the world,” bilbo spoke wistfully of his childhood, telling thorin about the shenanigans he got up to behind the great party tree and in farmer maggot’s fields.

then his tone grew somber, almost too much so when they were surrounded by the raw joy from the boys nearby. “but after da passed, i had the responsibility of my house thrust upon me mere years after reaching my majority. there was only so much ma could do to help me shoulder it all, seeing as she was only a baggins by marriage and as such, didn’t have the same authority over the baggins’ affairs as a blood-baggins.”

thorin nodded, bidding his companion to continue. listening to the hobbit speak of his family kept him from shutting down after telling so much of his. “she tried to let me have a few more years of freedom, but her death several years later only cemented me further into the responsibilities of my station. the head of the baggins family and only child of the old took’s favorite daughter, burdened with purpose he’d rather have been without.”

the old took; that sounded familiar to thorin for some reason. a moment’s thought reminded him that he who bilbo spoke of was gerontius took, a former thain of the shire who was the closest thing that the green hills possessed to a king. dis was responsible for establishing trade to ered luin from the shire through him, securing nutrient-rich food for the exiled dwarrow and market stalls for craftsmen of all kinds in exchange for protection from vicious beasts of the night that threatened the hobbits’ peace.

by sound dwarrow logic, this proved bilbo descended from a line of hobbit royalty. evidently, the company’s burglar understood thorin’s struggles far more than the genteel hobbit let on.

neither paid any attention to how their bodies gravitated towards each other as their conversation continued. it wasn’t until bilbo all but pushed himself into thorin’s space, back against chest, that thorin realized just how close they were. it was remarkably peaceful in each other’s personal bubbles.

“fili’s an almost exact replica of frerin,” thorin broke the silence between them thoughtfully. since azanulbizar, it slowly but surely became easier for him to say his brother’s name without screaming and cursing mahal for guiding him into the great halls far too soon. “their eyes are different courtesy of his father, but fili’s hair is identical right down to the texture. he protects kili with the same ferocity that dis received as a pebble, and he tries to give kili the same happy memories frerin gave her.”

“i’m positive dis sees the same when she looks at them.” as an only child, he never got to experience the protection of an older sibling nor the desire to give everything to keep a younger one pure. watching fili and kili… it filled him with a sense of yearning he hadn’t felt in a long time. “i myself am an only child so i wouldn’t know firsthand, but i believe memories like that will stay with someone forever no matter how long they live.”

thorin’s reply is cut off by fili and kili’s playful war cries. they’re wielding the stems of longer water reeds cut off earlier like swords, whacking each other until their respective reeds burst then grabbing a replacement. the brothers are painted furry beige by the seedlings, nearly making kili’s hair match fili’s.

once the burglar and king silence their chuckles at the antics of the young princes, they seem to curl even closer to each other. bilbo drank in the warmth and safety that was thorin’s proximity and embrace.

“did i ever tell you about the hobbit language of plants?”

“once or twice, i believe.” once or twice truly meant close to a dozen. several times when the company stumbled onto random patches of overgrowth, the hobbit would pause and tell whoever was around him about the shire meanings of the plants and ways they could be used. when kili presented a stunning indigo flower with petals akin to draped fabric, bilbo nearly tripped over his feethair in his haste to discard the blossom; not only for its poisonous properties (leave it to kili to find the one deadly flower within miles of forest), but for its hidden meanings of treachery and hatred.

bilbo didn’t have to be looking at thorin to see the wry grin on his face. the bastard. “don’t you sass me, your royal annoyingness,” thorin challenged him with another laugh. a gentle swat to beefy arms was accompanied by a put-off sigh. “anyways, those cattails have their own meaning, even though they’re rarely used in arrangements made by harfoot hobbit hands.”

harfoot hobbits? yet another classification that thorin would have to ask about later. for now, however, he was simply going to listen to bilbo’s plant meaning lesson. “pray tell, what do these cattails symbolize in the kindly west?” the name cattail was surprisingly accurate, thorin mused.

“they stand for leaders, enthusiastic new beginnings, and the strength of those who set their own path. they can even be used to signify new relationships, depending on context of course.” bilbo valiantly fought the flush of his cheeks back with an imaginary stick.

after the carrock, bilbo and thorin didn’t put a label on whatever new territory their slowly budding friendship was entering. in fact, it was very insistently toeing the line between friendly familiarity and something a bit more tender and intimate, but there was no rush to cross any hastily drawn lines. what time they found to enjoy each other’s presence without the gossiping ninnies that made up the company of thorin oakenshield was spent simply learning how to be around each other. no need for immediate answers, no worries about impropriety in the middle of the wilderness, just existing. if it included a few haphazard braids, well that was no one else’s business but their own.

“it seems rather fitting for our situation, remarkably so.” bilbo relished in the vibrations of thorin’s chest against his back as the dwarf spoke, nodding his acquiescence. in near silence thorin guided them both to sit on the soft grass nearby, just far enough from the banks to keep themselves from the mud but close enough to keep an eye on the company.

the princes were now occupied with bursting cattails and spreading the seeds onto the rest of the company. the only one safe from their antics was dwalin simply because they were rightfully concerned about what the consequences would be if they poked the bear that was the seasoned and gruff warrior.

nori joined them in the shenaniganry after kili fuzz-bombed him, momentarily lamenting how difficult it would be to get the seedlings out of his starry updo. the mischievous brother ri was the one who targeted dwalin, laughing it up as his target seemed to submit himself to the bullshit. it wasn’t until nori was sailing through the air towards the center of the pond that the thief realized his mistake.

twice now bofur has shaken the seedlings from his hat, and three times the floppy monstrosity was coated in them, so he simply gave up and submitted to his fate. oin was taking the time to collect the offending fuzz and jar the sap from the cut stems, quietly rambling to himself about the medicinal properties of the reeds. bombur was muttering about how difficult it was to keep the fuzz from being an uninvited garnish in the company’s meal and dori, upon hearing his ranting, took to being on soup-guarding duty by fanning away seedlings that got too close. while nori’s dip in the pond had removed the early pieces of fuzz from his hair, being wet now made them stick to him even more; ori giggled and compared his older brother to a temperamental feline, his pack immediately divulged of his charcoal and journal in haste to immortalize nori’s suffering.

it was peaceful in the company’s secluded pasture. maybe one day after the mountain is reclaimed, they could revisit and let the feeling of true peace wash over them once again. but for now, they all remained in the present moment, preserving these memories as protection from the inevitable rough times ahead.

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lathalea · 4 months

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The Shrieking Monster

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ This is a gift for @babe-bombadil as part of the @whiteoliphaunt 2023 exchange. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Happy New Year everyone! 🥳

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield & Dis & little Fili & Kili Rating: G Warnings: family fluff Author's notes: A story set in the Blue Mountains about Thorin trying to be both a ruler and a good uncle at once. Young Fili and Kili are making it a tad difficult in their own cute way. Special thanks to @naryaflame for your linguistic help with a name :) If you prefer, you can read this fic on AO3.

Khuzdul: Thorinuldûm - Thorin’s Halls, the settlement of the refugees from the Lonely Mountain in the Blue Mountains Amad - mother

It was a perfect morning. Thorin stretched and yawned, settling himself on his favourite chair in the kitchen. The air that whiffed into the dwarven stronghold from the outside felt warm on his cheeks and smelled like spring. As he sipped his morning tea, that strong, aromatic blend Dori bought in Bree, his sister appeared at the threshold. She gave Thorin a bright smile and, seeing her steaming mug on the table, she sat next to him. The lazy silence of the early hours of the day was soon broken by the appearance of two dishevelled pebbles, one with a thatch of golden hair, the other – with his hair as brown as a bear’s fur in winter. After the mandatory morning hugs, Thorin readied breakfast while Dís prepared her sons for the day, humming to herself. Thorin could not stop himself from smiling. His sister was probably already thinking of her visit to the market. She adored going there in the morning, especially on the days when the merchants arrived with new goods – and today was one of those days. Thorin sighed. As much as he wanted her to have a very much needed moment of respite – his sister-sons were quite a handful, to put it mildly – he was painfully aware of what it was going to mean to him. Half a day of having his eyes around his head and his ears pricked up for any unusual noises they may create… or worse – the ominous silence. In the past, there was only a handful of moments when he and Dís realised that the boys went completely silent. It never bode well.

This day, however, started with the pitter-patter of the boys’ bare feet, chatter and laughter, and the clatter of their bowls as they ate their oatmeal. Dís reminded them to behave while she was gone, and left for the market. Fíli seemed very content about this state of things, knowing well by now that staying with his mother’s brother meant visiting various places in these halls, like forges, or assisting Thorin in other exciting ways. It was different with Kíli – his loud wails of protest at being so cruelly abandoned reverberated against the walls of their home. Thorin imagined they must have followed their mother through the corridors of Thorinuldûm for a long while. Her Little Bear, as Dís called him, was still too young to understand the connection between Mommy leaving, and the sudden appearance of candied rhubarb or his favourite cream toffees.

Distracting Kíli from his misery was not easy, but Thorin managed it by offering to take the boys for a new adventure. Their big blue eyes shone as he told them they would be going to the lower levels of the city together. It was a real treat – Kíli had never been there before and Fíli visited them only a handful of times.

Thorin had a mind to visit the Engineers’ Quarter and show the lads around while discussing some technical issues with one of the water engineers. And so they began their adventure. As they descended down the wide stone stairs Kíli stumbled and yawned, so Thorin decided to carry him the rest of the way. Soon Little Bear began snoring in his arms, and Thorin attempted to ignore the fact that his own tunic was becoming gradually soaked through with his nephew’s saliva. He also started suspecting that the moniker “Little Bear” must have surely come from the fact that Kíli seemed to weigh more and more with every step, like a true bear.

“At least he is not crying,” Thorin muttered to himself, and kept on walking. Thank Mahal for silver linings.

As they arrived at their destination, however, the situation got worse. The Engineers’ Quarter was a crowded place that smelled like tar, coal, and burned leather. Not minding the much larger adult dwarves in their soot-stained clothes who carried – or carted – their wares from one place to another, curious Fíli began rushing between them, oblivious of the chaos he was creating. He took a look at the wheelwright’s workshop here, and then he had to see the toolmaker’s booth there; he then insisted on seeing how parchment was being made, and attempted to find the place where they manufactured those shiny cogwheels. If not for his golden mane, Thorin would have lost his nephew at least a couple of times. Brór, the water engineer he had a meeting with, joined Thorin in the chase for the high-spirited boy. Instead of looking at the water supply pipeline blueprints and trying to fix a problem with water pressure, they ended up unwillingly playing a hide-and-run game to the delight of the onlookers. Seeing your own king running back and forth through the great cavern with one giggling pebble strapped to his chest while chasing after the other one must have been very amusing… for anyone but him, Thorin thought with resignation. His resignation grew even more when he noticed Fíli climbing onto a tall work table… and jumping down onto a heap of coal.

When Thorin finally caught the runaway, they were both out of breath. Although it was rather Fíli who caught his uncle – the boy ran into him and clung to his left leg as if a throng of orcs chased him.

Fíli raised his teary-eyed face to Thorin and sobbed out, “A monster wanted to eat meeee…”

“A monster? Here?” Thorin’s brow furrowed.

It took him a while to reassure Fíli that no monster was going to eat him. In turn, Thorin promised to get rid of the said monster that apparently lurked in a nearby chamber, and shrieked at him. He left his nephews in the care of Brór who tried to look solemn, but his twitching lips betrayed him. Thorin grunted and entered the chamber, carefully looking around, adjusting his eyes to the dark surroundings. And then he saw two glowing points of red. And heard the shrieking.

When Thorin returned to Brór, Kíli was fast asleep once again. Leaving Little Bear in the engineer’s care once again, he took Fíli’s hand and led him to the entrance of the dark chamber. When they opened the door, they both heard the continuous shrieking now. His nephew stopped and refused to walk inside, covering his ears and closing his eyes.

“There are no monsters here, Fíli.” Thorin reassured the boy. “See for yourself.”

“Nnoooo…” muttered Fíli, hiding behind his uncle.

“Do not be afraid,” Thorin added. “Nothing will hurt you here. I promise.”

On the bench by the door stood a lantern. It took him a moment to light it. With the lantern in hand, Thorin crossed the threshold and approached the nearest lantern that hung on the wall, and then another, and another. Soon, the whole chamber was bright as day, each lantern giving off a pleasant yellow glow.

“You can come in now,” Thorin smiled encouragingly.

With his ears covered and his eyes set on the shrieking, wobbling entity in the middle of the chamber, Fíli shook his head.

“This is not a monster.” Thorin stepped towards the huge bulbous shape that made so much noise. He placed his hand on the top of the strange shaking thing and added, “This is a washing barrel.”

Fíli blinked and took a good look at it. The two red glowing points did not look like a pair of evil eyes any longer. Those were two ball-shaped lanterns standing on top of the… thing. That shrieking noise now seemed to sound like a couple of cogwheels that needed a bit of oil, and not like a monster’s screech. And the arm that seemed to reach out to grab him before, turned out to be a cast iron lever.

“A… barrel?” Fíli looked at his uncle and took one uncertain step towards him and the strange contraption.

“Correct. A barrel that washes your clothes,” Thorin explained in an even voice and at the same moment the shrieking stopped. “Look, it has just finished the washing cycle. Let me show you how it works. First, you open this hatch, like so… Watch out for the water! These clothes are clean, they only need to be wrung out and dried.”

As he spoke, Fíli slowly started closing the distance between them, his eyes becoming wider and wider.

“... but if you want to wash your clothes,” Thorin continued, “you need to put them inside, here, and add some soap suds. Then you close the hatch, pour some water here, crank this lever a few times, do this, like so, and wait for the washing barrel to finish its work!”

Thorin kept on talking until Fíli seemed to be completely in awe of this new piece of machinery, his fear completely forgotten. He peppered his uncle with tons of questions: how many cogwheels were there, how many times one should crank the lever, what the barrel was made of… and so on, and so forth. When they left the chamber, there was a big smile on the boy’s lips instead of tears.

On their way back home Fíli exclaimed, “This was the bestest adventure ever!”

Thorin thought that sometimes being an uncle happened to be quite rewarding. Even if his tunic was still wet from Kíli’s sleepy drooling.

***

His attitude completely changed less than half an hour later, when his nephews disappeared. Both of them. At once.

Stumbling over several painfully angular wooden toys, Thorin searched the boys’ bedroom. Nothing. He even looked under their beds (twice!), but there was no sign of the boys anywhere. They weren't sitting in the common kitchen nor searching for snacks in the pantry. Nor in Dwalin’s rooms where Kíli liked to play hide-and-scare with the big warrior. There were nowhere to be found – not in the rocking chair by the fireplace, nor even in Balin’s study by that large desk where Fíli liked to play so often. Thorin closed his eyes. If he did not find his nephews before Dís returned from the market, his sister would have Thorin’s own head on a spike. The wrath of dwarf-women was ten times fiercer than the one of dwarf-men. In the case of his little sister, the number was much higher, at least a hundred times. And Thorin would do everything he could to avoid being on the receiving end of it.

There was no time to lose. He recruited Dwalin, Óin, and Halkatla, Balin’s wife, to the task of finding the boys, but they returned empty-handed. No one had seen the boys since their early lunch. Then, they were supposed to take a nap, and Thorin remembered their yawning as they closed the door to their bedroom behind him.

And now they were gone. Kidnapped? — No, impossible, Thorin thought. Dwarves cherished their children like the greatest treasures they were, and no one else was allowed into Thorinuldûm. There were no goblins nor other dangers here either. It felt as if the boys magically disappeared in a puff of smoke. Thorin looked around the wide corridor he stood in, but he found no traces of the missing boys.

“Have you checked all of their favourite places?” Halkatla asked, her red-and-silver braids clinking as she turned her head towards Óin.

“Aye, we did,” he nodded. “Not a sign of them.”

“Those wee rascals! I bet they are up to somethin’.” Dwalin said. “They remind me of us. Remember that time, Thorin, when we were around their age or so, and half of Erebor was lookin’ for us all day long?”

“It would be difficult to forget it,” Thorin admitted. “We wanted to avoid another boring lesson with our tutor…”

“...and instead we went to explore the mines! What a shame we lost our way,” Dwalin grinned and nudged him. “It was fun!”

“Aye, fun on an empty belly. If only you had not forgotten our food,” Thorin replied, relieved that his nephews had a proper meal at least.

“If only ye had not forgotten that map ye were supposed to borrow from your father’s desk,” Dwalin chuckled.

Before Thorin could form an adequate riposte, a mousy-haired dwarf approached him.

“M’lord, Master Brór says that the pipeline is fully functional again,” the messenger bowed.

Thorin gave him a nod of thanks. At least he brought a piece of good news. Master Brór was a skilled engineer, and the way he handled Thorin’s own sister-sons…

“Either way,” Dwalin continued, “we had a real adventure on that day, hadn’t we, Thorin?”

A thought appeared in Thorin’s mind. Master Brór. An adventure.

“There was one place where we have not searched yet,” he turned to his companions.

“I am listening,” Halkatla tilted her head, reminding him of a curious raven.

“The Engineers’ Quarters.”

***

Master Brór was more than happy to receive words of thanks from Thorin in person for fixing that pipeline issue once and for all. Despite Thorin’s hopes, he had not seen Fíli or Kíli since they left the Engineers’ Quarters with their uncle earlier that day. Dwalin muttered a curse under his breath.

“Well, that’s it. I’m goin’ to check the workshops,” the warrior said.

“I’ll take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right,” Halkatla followed him.

“Let’s go,” Dwalin replied, his voice trailing off as he walked away. “And those wee cave bats would better be there or I swear…”

Master Brór addressed Thorin, “I will spread the word as you requested, my lord. Someone must have seen them, I am certain of it. They could not have simply disappeared.”

Thorin agreed with him and began his own search. The rocks could not have swallowed them whole! Magic was out of the question as well, there had to be a logical solution to this! Thoring pulled at his short beard in frustration. Wandering through the area and looking for any signs of his nephews in places they visited earlier that day, he wondered if Óin had any luck. The healer was waiting at their home in case Fíli and Kíli returned there on their own. Perhaps the three of them were already sitting by the fire, with Óin telling the boys countless amusing stories, while Thorin and his companions were checking every nook and cranny on the lower level, going out of their minds with worry. He raised his head, listening to a peculiar sound and trying to figure out its source. It sounded like… shrieking. It was not at all difficult to recall Fíli��s eyes shining with fear, awe, and then curiosity at the sight of the washing barrel.

Without thinking, Thorin turned his steps towards the chamber that housed the “monster” Fíli had been so afraid of not so long ago.

When Thorin arrived at his destination, the door was ajar. Thorin could hear the shrieking very well, but there were other sounds too. Very familiar sounds.

He took a deep breath and shouted, “Dwalin! I found them!”

***

When Thorin stepped inside the chamber, the sounds became even clearer. One of them he identified as uncontrollable giggling, and the other one, slightly muted, sounded like: “Woooo! Woooo! Wooooo! A carousel! Woooo! Faster, Fíli! Woooo!”

Thorin breathed out a sigh of relief only to be struck by a pang of dread a moment later.

Fíli stood by the washing barrel, cranking the lever, grinning from ear to ear, and laughing. Kíli was nowhere to be seen, but his enthusiastic shouts seemed to be coming from inside of the barrel. Inside, not outside. Thorin swallowed; he considered screaming in terror, but something told him that this was most definitely an example of behaviour unworthy of a king. It took him a moment to melt the ball of ice that was forming in his stomach. He closed the distance between him and the barrel in a blink of an eye.

Thank Mahal, the hatch was open. Inside, Kíli sat with his back against a wall of the large metal container inside the machine, surrounded by various articles of laundry, with a happy grin on his face, and a stray sock on top of his head. A wave of relief washed over Thorin.

“Uncle Thorin! Uncle Thorin!” Fíli exclaimed. “We’re playing carousel! Want to jump in?”

Thorin did not.

“It is time to return home, boys,” Thorin simply said, taking Kíli out of the barrel. His clothes were damp and he smelled like those violet flowers Dís liked so much, but other than that, he looked happy, and what’s more important, he was in one piece – just like his older brother.

“But uncle...” Fíli started.

“Your amad will be home soon. Do you not want to see what she bought at the market?”

“A sugar horse? She promised!” The boy recalled his favourite treat.

Holding Kíli firmly against his chest with one arm, Thorin held out his hand to Fíli.

“Let us go and see,” he said with a smile as his nephew’s tiny hand grabbed his.

There would yet be time for scolding and for a conversation about not sneaking out anywhere alone, but for now, the only thing that Thorin wanted was to safely bring his little rascals home.

He only hoped they would manage to reach their halls before Dís returned.

***

When Dís crossed the threshold of their home later in the afternoon, she was greeted by complete silence. Her sons were nowhere to be seen, which was very suspicious. They were always the first ones to run to her and see what she brought them this time. She expected Thorin to welcome her and help her unpack her basket, as usual — but he was not there either. Was this that ominous silence she dreaded so much whenever her boys were executing another of their silly mischiefs? Not really. It seemed as if their home was empty… until she heard a familiar sound coming from a nearby chamber. Dís put the basket on the floor and tiptoed deeper into their halls.

The picture that unfolded before her eyes was the last thing she had expected. Her brother was half sitting, half lying on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him, his head resting on the backrest, his eyes closed. Fíli was cuddled up to his uncle’s side, his hair tousled, making her think of a skein of golden yarn. Kíli lay on the opposite side of his uncle, his head resting on Thorin’s lap and turned towards her. He had his thumb in his mouth. Dís could clearly see the darker stain of drool on her brother’s trousers and stifled a giggle.

All three of them were asleep, of course. And all three of them were snoring in perfect unison. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine that she had a working sawmill in front of her.

This scene was too adorable for Dís to interrupt it, so she decided that she would let her three boys sleep a little longer. There was no harm in a little nap, after all. Besides, she was tired, and there was still some space left on the sofa…As she drifted off to sleep beside them, her last conscious thought was: “Why do all three of them smell like my lavender laundry soap?”

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Of Dwarves and Hobbits:

Huzzah! This is a piece I did for Thorin’s Spring Forge 2023! This piece accompanies a work done by the lovely, luminous, and majestic @ironfoot-mothafocka whose piece “Of Dwarves and Hobbits”, you can read right here!

Once again, thank you so much for working with me!

This event was so fun, and I am for sure going to sign up again next year!

#the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thorin and company #bagginshield #fanart #bilbo baggins #pre relationship #Bilbo is having an identity crisis #and that’s okay #TSF_23

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Illustration I did for SN_Dragonfan, you can read it Here! I drew this as part for Thorin’s Spring Forge 2023 hehe Please enjoy it! @thorinsspringforge

"Thorin couldn't understand what it was about his nephews' babysitter that made him feel so upbeat. Everytime he went to drop them off, he couldn't help but smile at the interactions they had, and on the days where he would stick around to finish a movie or something similar, nothing could dampen his mood for the next few days. So as Bilbo snuggled against him absent-mindedly during one of those times, he found that he didn't mind in the slightest."

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Last updated: 3/15/24. Newest entry is marked.

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Sins of Our Fathers (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen - ongoing series - Second Age 1358) Over the course of a century, Thranduil and Maereth meet and develop a friendship that is destined to become Mirkwood's greatest love story. In Progress.

The Crown (Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen - one-shot - Second Age 3441) Thranduil’s queen comforts him as they prepare on the evening of his coronation. Completed.

A Stab to the Heart (Thranduil & Royal Family - 2-part fic - Third Age 1012) The Elvenqueen is injured in a surprise orc attack, and Thranduil gathers their sons to discuss the ramifications. In Progress.

Yuletide in the Elvenking's Realm (Thranduil & Royal Family - 12-part fic - various years, Third Age) Collection of 12 ficlets in chronological order; stories of Yuletide celebrations in the Woodland Realm through the eyes of Thranduil and his family. In Progress.

Greenleaf's Tree (Child Legolas & Thranduil - one-shot - Third Age 248) Six-year-old Legolas goes on royal progress with Thranduil for the first time. Completed.

Greenleaf’s Day Out (Child Legolas & Family - Complete Series - Third Age 250) On a single day in 8-year-old Legolas’s life, he shares bonding moments with each of his 4 older brothers. 6 Chapters. Completed. Full work on AO3.

Unnecessary Guardian (Legolas x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 1254) Legolas wants to guard his friend in her new role as a Mirkwood Spiderhunter. Completed.

The Best Gift (Legolas x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 556) Legolas wishes a "dear friend" a Joyous Begetting Day--but anonymously. Completed.

Transformed (Gelir x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 1554) A Mirkwood huntress is attacked by a dark beast and begins a slow and gradual transformation into a monster herself. Completed.

The Baker from Lórien (Haldir & OC Mother - one-shot- Third Age 246) A visitor from Lórien brings some excitement to the kitchens of the Elvenking's palace. Completed. [New!]

Dandelions (Boromir x she/her - one-shot - Third Age 3015) Boromir brings flowers to his lady love. Completed.

Breathe (Boromir x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 3008) You have harbored a deep, secret crush on Boromir for years, and have now been asked by him to dance. Completed. (Will be continued in an upcoming long fic.)

Taken (Eomer x Reader - 3-part fic - Third Age 3019) A shield-maiden learns her hidden love for the Marshal of her Eored, now the King of Rohan, may not be unrequited as she had always assumed. Completed.

The Broken Shield (Thorin & Frerin - one-shot - Third Age 2791-2799) The young Princes of Erebor forge a surprising alliance with the Elves of Mirkwood to fight together in the War of the Dwarves and Orcs. Entry to the Thorin's Spring Forge 2023 event. Completed.

The Task of Living (Thorin x Reader - one-shot - Third Age 2943) The re-throned King of Erebor returns to his former village in Dunland, seeking the woman he has loved since long ago. Completed.

The Only Gold (Fili x OC) - ongoing series - Third Age 2941) Fili, heir presumptive of Erebor, befriends a mysterious elf-maiden during the Company's sojourn at Rivendell. Their bond will shift the courses not just of their individual destinies, but that of their peoples. In Progress.