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deadpearls · 3 months

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i don’t know what it is about bagginshield that makes it so appealing. all the fanfics are so good. the fanart is amazing. i think about them at least once a day.

WHAT IS IT……… why do they have such a grip on me………… what makes them so different from other pairings………

#bagginshield #i think about them everyday idk what’s wrong with me #maybe it‘s the mutual pining #i gotta be honest compared to other ships bagginshield fics are so elite #they‘ll have everything….. the plot… the pining… the insanely good writing….. the found family trope….#the hobbit #rambles #thilbo #thorin x bilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins

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meteors-lotr · 1 year

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Thorin: What happened?!

Kíli: He’s fine!

Frodo, with a bucket stuck on his head: Hmmmm!!

Bilbo: He doesn’t look fine!!

Fíli: Wait!

[ He draws a smiley face on the bucket. ]

Fíli: There you go! He’s smiling!

#This family is everything to me #incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect the hobbit quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #Kíli the dwarf #fíli the dwarf #kili #fili #Thorin Oakenshield #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #thilbo #bagginshield

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dyingroses · 1 year

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Dís, at Thorin and Bilbo's wedding: To my new brother-in-law, I say this: You have released me, this monster is yours now!

#thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #dís #princess dís #dís of durin #dís daughter of durin #durin family #dis daughter of durin #dis of durin #lady dis #princess dis #post #the hobbit #middle earth

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idontcarecarebear · 6 months

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I’m sad about bagginshield because they were both clearly each others soulmates maybe not the moment they met but as the story progressed and their relationship grew they were clearly made for each other.

Two souls carved to intertwine together and I hate that Thorin died alone and Bilbo lived alone.

#the hobbit an unexpected journey #the hobbit bilbo #bagginshield #the hobbit #the hobbit thorin #the hobbit battle of the five armies #the hobbit desolation of smaug #thilbo #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #the thing i hate the most in this world is when the found family SEPARATES #j.r.r. tolkien

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gamgeesgarden · 2 years

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Thorin: Bilbo, I was wondering if we could have a little chat.

Bilbo: You want me to go home.

Thorin: No. No, it’s the opposite of that.

Bilbo: I want you to go home?

#thorin #Thorin Oakenshield #bilbo #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #lord of the rings #incorrect lord of the rings #incorrect lord of there rings quotes #incorrect lord of the rings quotes #LOTR #incorrect lotr quotes #hobbit #the hobbit #incorrect the hobbit quotes #incorrect Hobbit quotes #incorrect quotes #s: modern family

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caffeine-addicted-insomniac · 1 year

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Imagine little Frodo playing adventure with his brothers/cousins Kili and Fili while Bilbo and Thorin make dinner

"Uncle look what I have"

"Is- is that an arrow"

"Kili gave it to me... Im going to shoot old petunia for stealing your spoons"

"NO-"

"Hehehe thats my boy"

*intense glare*

"I-i mean kili what have I told you about giving weaponry to little frodo"

#the hobbit #nobody dies #uncle bilbo #thorin oakenshield #frodo baggins #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #happy family #kili and fili

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immacaria · 15 days

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I'm currently on a deadline to finish a fic and I'm working on this bitch almost every single second that college allows me to, that's why I have to say that I literally wrote this just NOW: As always, thank you so much for the tag, @tj-dragonblade, I love doing these things!!

He was twenty-five at the time, trying to conceal how everything was breaking on the inside. His mother’s passing had been six years prior, but his father was still mourning her, curling on himself in a way nobody could reach him, not even his own children. The coffee shop was officially on his name at the time, after Grandmother Munin died and left everything split between Dís, Frerín and him because that was Grandmother Munin for you, always one step ahead of everyone. Things were reaching a breaking point for him when that wall, which had always been so blank and simple, caught his attention. It was night and Thorin had taken Dís and Frerín to the Arkenstone in an attempt to distract them from yet another of Thráin’s episodes. He was making [...]

#fanfic #my fanfic #my fic #macca writes #bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #lady dís #durin family #frerin the hobbit #the hobbit

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lucigoo · 2 months

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100 Fics

So, I have just upladed Chapter 1 of my 100th fic on A03 since last April.

10 months and I have uploaded 99 completed fics and my latest WIP, with that 368,409 words of mine are now on A03.

I have found 2 very different, but wonderful communities in my Bagginshield and Maruader's fandom spaces.

I got myself an online Wife (love you @brandileigh2003) and we somehow ennded up adopting our 2 adult kiddos (love you two too).

And thats not to mention the countless friends, aquatancies and like minded individuals who have made the last 10 months some of the most accepting I have ever experienced in my 34 years of life.

So, thank you and heres my 100th Fanfic Wip, The Hobbit x Maruaders crossover Im excited to share

I want you right here, where you belong:Home with us - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit/Harry Potter

#100th Fic #Thank you all #bagginshield #Wolfstar #Mix them together #Fandom found family

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nerdstorming · 1 year

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Nartuo looking at petulant Sasuke: I can fix him.

Eddie looking at hapless Evan: I can fix him.

Lestat looking at gloomy Louis: I can fix him.

Bilbo looking at demented Thorin: I can fix him.

Agatha looking at selfish Sophie: I can fix her.

Jaskier looking at grumpy Geralt: I can fix him.

Damian looking at witless Anya: I can fix me.

Castiel looking at oblivious Dean: He fixed me.

Michonne looking at Rick: We fixed each other.

Spike looking at unlucky Buffy: I can break her.

I dunno, this is just a simplified summary of iconic pairings.

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lordoftherazzles · 1 year

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I am but a humble little anon with a small request for you because I liked the prompt…👀

“…you actually expect me to believe that you’re still alive…because of a cat?”

Alright, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with this prompt as soon as it fell in my inbox. I went a little overboard...and did not stick to my "these are going to be less than 1k a piece!" but that's okay.

Have some words from the AU verse of "Where The Shadows Lie"

“Oh! She’s a nightmare!” Bilbo growled as he paced back and forth while practically tearing his hair out by the roots. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when she gets here. All because she wants to borrow a few place settings, which I know I’ll never get back, but no doubt she’ll criticize the way I’m running the place, and not to mention–”

“Bilbo,” Thorin abruptly interrupted from his perch on the check in desk while watching his significant other look as if he were about to go toe to toe with some regular monsters. The kind that lived under his bed, rather than in them like Thorin did. “Relax.”

“You don’t understand, Thorin. My cousin Lobelia could be the solution to all of your problems! Send her after this Azog fellow, let her tear him apart with her snotty attitude and–” a set of hands were suddenly at Bilbo’s cheeks, partially squishing them, but primarily caressing. Curse vampires and their speedy movements. If it was Thorin’s intent to get him to be quiet, this vampire was in for some bad news. “She’s a Sackville-Baggins!” Bilbo blubbered through his squished face as his brows furrowed.

“And you’re a Baggins, but also a Took. If I know anything about either, you’ll be just fine,” the vampire murmured close before releasing his hands from Bilbo’s face, landing them on his shoulders instead. “What can I do to help?” And as Bilbo opened his mouth, Thorin’s head instantly shook in disapproval. “I am not biting her.” To which the human’s face wilted like that of a child being denied their desires.

“Realistically? Can you take the others out for a little bit? Much as I adore your company…I don’t know how confident I feel in letting those like Frerin and Nori loose around Lobelia, right now.”

A thick brow arched high and Thorin’s head tilted. “Not embarrassed by us, are you?” Specifically, him.

“No! No, I just…don’t know what she knows, you know?”

“I know.” Sighing, Thorin stepped away and locked his arms across his chest, a tell-tale sign when irritation was starting to itch at the back of his brain. “I promise you, my company will be far from this place when your dear cousin pays a visit. Less stress for you, and…perhaps a bit of fun for them.”

“Thank you. The last thing I need is for Lobelia to start squawking rumors to every relative, near or far.” Regardless of the family tree obviously separating into two, it wasn’t as if the Sackville-Bagginses never spoke to the Tooks. This was to protect Thorin and his brood–alongside some of Bilbo’s sanity. Stepping closer and rising on his toes to press a kiss to his vampire’s lips, it truly felt like kissing a stone wall. “Don’t be like that. I promise, it’s nothing against you, she just worries me is all.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

Nothing was going to move the irritable mountain that was Thorin Oakenshield, and Bilbo had to accept that. He’d win Thorin’s favor later if possible, but for now, it was time to prepare for some family visiting, as no doubt Lobelia would be bringing her husband and her son along with her. More eyes for scrutiny, and more witnesses to Bilbo’s embarrassment.

….

Thorin had kept to his word and ushered the company out of the bed and breakfast for who knows what. Perhaps he’d simply used the ‘leader’ voice he was known for having and shooed everyone off, but Bilbo was grateful regardless. Part of him was still worried that his fanged beau was annoyed or under the impression that they couldn’t behave, but it was something to focus on later. For now, Bilbo had been keeping himself busy with vacuuming, dusting, and just looking busy.

Until that knock came, and Lobelia strode in with her husband and son at her heels.

“Good evening, Cousin!” Lobelia practically snorted with her nose to the sky, making an observation already of how the lobby was looking. “It’s getting a little dusty in here, isn’t it? Have you been slacking?”

“I’m literally cleaning right–” Sighing, Bilbo gave up on that attempt before he’d ever finished the sentence. “You wanted some plates and silverware for your dinner party, yeah?”

“Why are we rushing things? I hardly get to see you, and we don’t live that far away. Let’s catch up. Go put on some tea, if you’d be so kind.”

Being bossed around in his own house had Bilbo practically vibrating with annoyance, but he forced a grin on his lips and nodded. “Of course. I have scones too.” Day old, but Lobelia didn’t need to know that. “Right this way–Hello, Otho! Lotho! It’s good to see you again.” While neither had much to say aside from faint hellos, Bilbo was actually disappointed. It meant Lobelia would be doing all the talking, but what else was new?

Leading the way through the lobby, the little sitting room to the side, and into the kitchen, Bilbo just babbled about what he’d been up to–which were all lies, of course. From having guests come and go, to taking up new hobbies such as crochet (to explain some of the yarn that had been left out by Ori in the sitting room), it was…something. That is, until Bilbo came to a dead stop to stare at his kitchen counter that housed a plate of day-old scones and a large black and grey cat draped on the ledge just waiting for him.

“No wonder it’s so dusty and dirty! What even is that large…beast…?” Lobelia scrunched her nose, reaching out a hand to halt Lotho from charging forward, who seemed more excited to see a big cat in Bilbo’s house than the scones. “Don’t touch that, it probably has rabies. You did get this thing it’s shots, didn’t you, Bilbo?”

Bilbo, who was red in the cheeks and without a word on his tongue, simply stared at the large cat who lounged with a tail flicking lazily. Those bright blue eyes staring back at him and looking more annoyed than anything. “I…he’s just a cat, Lobelia, he isn’t going to infect you.”

“I bet there’s hair all over the scones–”

A loud objection of a meow came from Thorin, raising his head and narrowing his eyes on the woman with tight curls and an absurdly colored dress on her frame.

“Don’t look at me,” Lobelia snorted, waving her hand dismissively. “Shoo, feline. Honestly, Bilbo, I know you’re lonely, but a cat of that size will maul you in your sleep.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Bilbo muttered with a small grin pulling at the corners of his lips before clearing his throat. “He…saved me, really. His company is great, and I don’t know where I’d be without it.” Both Thorin’s and his actual company. To say they showed up at the right time in Bilbo’s life would be an understatement. Things had been looking dull and drab, and then some vampires fell through his door. “He gives me a reason to wake up in the morning.” A dark admission if ever there was one, but it was honest, and it gained Thorin’s attention.

“You actually expect me to believe that you’re still alive…because of a cat?”

“Yes. Now we can move on from Acorn Majesty, don’t mind him, he won’t do anything to you, so long as you don’t do anything to him. So, I’d stop insulting him if I were you.”

“Oh, please. All I have to do is change the pitch of my tone, and he won’t know any differently.” Putting on a brave face, Lobelia strode forward, standing right next to the counter and reaching a hand out. Her lips curl into the sweetest grin as she began to scratch at the top of Thorin’s head and behind one ear. “You don’t know anything I’m saying, do you? A ridiculous thing, but that seems suitable for he who is your master–”

Thorin hissed and nipped at the hand close to him, his fur bristling and claws extending to be more threatening, which got the reaction he wanted. Lobelia stepped back, cradled her hand that had barely been grazed–no blood was drawn–and just looked bewildered. Another loud hiss escaped Thorin.

Bilbo tsked his lips, practically tutting Lobelia like one might do to an ill-behaved child. “I told you so. He’s very smart, and he hates yellow.” Which just so happened to be the color of Lobelia’s dress. “The dishes, then? Or did you still want some cat-hair-covered scones and tea?”

“I don’t think I want either! Not if this thing has been around them!”

“I let Acorn eat off of those plates all the time, he’s a very high maintenance cat, you know,” Bilbo snickered as he watched Thorin’s legs stretch and his paws extend as if reaching for him. Scrubbing a hand beneath Thorin’s chin and picking him up like the oversized baby he was being, all Bilbo could do was find some amusement in this turn of events. If all it took was a grumpy cat to ward Lobelia off, maybe he should have mentioned it before! Don’t mind the cat when you get here–it could have saved them a lot of trouble.

“Thank you for your…generosity, but I think I’ll pass on borrowing any of your stuff. Otho, Lotho, we’re leaving–”

“But mom, I want to pet the cat–” A firm hand landed on Lotho’s arm to pull him away.

“He’ll bite, we’re leaving. Next time Bilbo, we’ll catch up at my place. Just wait for an invitation…for you, only. No cats allowed.”

Bilbo highly doubted he’d be getting an invitation anytime soon, and that was alright with him as he grinned, waved, and felt a feline’s head nuzzle under his chin, purring loudly like a laugh as the door to the bed and breakfast opened and slammed closed.

“So much for your promise, Thorin,” Bilbo sighed, but he wasn’t mad, not in the slightest! Relinquishing his hold on that ridiculously large feline in his arms as Thorin wiggled about, Bilbo grabbed a scone and simply leaned back against the counter.

“I kept my promise,” Thorin huffed as soon as he was back in his more human form, dusting off the front of his vest. “I said my company would be far from this place, I never said anything about myself.”

Pausing, Bilbo fixed his significant fanged annoyed with a look and shrugged. He’d give Thorin this one, but next time he’d learn to read between the lines, or ask for specifics.

“What was that about having a reason to wake up in the morning–”

“Let’s not talk about it.”

“I want to know.”

“You want to know? Okay. Before you came around this place felt like a tomb–” holding up his hand and frowning, Bilbo was not in the mood for any vampire jokes at the moment either, not that Thorin was one to crack them often. “–my parents are gone, this place gets little to no traffic, and I start finding myself up to my eyeballs in debt just to keep this place running, and shit seemed hopeless no matter what I tried. I was ready to sell and move on, or worse, but then you guys showed up and gave me a near heart attack, but…things changed.”

Bilbo found himself with a purpose, and while the financial situation of his life hadn’t really turned around, what the company had paid did ward off the bank for a little bit. Then of course there was Thorin, someone who Bilbo’s heart had grown very attached to. Someone he wanted to help out of a mess, just as the vampire was unknowingly helping him out of his own.

“Things aren’t as lonely, Thorin, and that saved me.” Bilbo’s eyes had dropped, his lips forming a distinct pout as he shifted uncomfortably under Thorin’s gaze.

Just as before, a set of hands pressed to the sides of his face, but with far less squishing and desire to silence him. If anything, Bilbo noted just how gentle the touch was as a kiss pressed to his forehead.

“Just as you saved me, then,” Thorin murmured against Bilbo’s warmer skin. “Loneliness is the worst kind of enemy, even when surrounded by a great deal of people. But I make this promise, I will not abandon you to that, you hear me?”

And as Bilbo lifted his head, catching sight of that soft expression Thorin wore, no longer feeling or looking like some variation of a brick wall, Bilbo couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath, latching onto the vampire and nestling under his chin, just as the feline version of Thorin had done to him moments before. “Nor will I abandon you. That’d be bad work of me as your bodyguard–”

“Bilbo,” Thorin warned, a loving type of exasperation in his voice.

“Thank you for sticking around. At least now I have a weapon against Lobelia, and I get to keep my mother’s best china.”

Snorting, Thorin stroked a hand against Bilbo’s back. “Happy to help ward off your enemies, and protect your mother’s dinnerware.” Another kiss was pressed to Bilbo, this time atop his head and into his curly mop of hair.

“My hero.” And in more ways than one, that was for sure.

#the hobbit #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #modern!au #vampire!au #fic: where the shadows lie #razzledrabbles #razzywrites #idk if this is canon to the story but it should be #or something like it #cat thorin my beloved #you know we're gonna see some of bilbo's family eventually right???#fotfics #hobbit fic #hobbit fanfic #bagginshield fic

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i-did-not-mean-to · 11 months

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A good day's work

This story has been written for my dear friend @lordoftherazzles who honoured me by sending me an idea <3

Here is some Gen fluff with background Bagginshield for you in honour of Dragonhearted (my beloved) ending.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: Bilbo, Ori, Dori, Nori

Warnings: Burnout, scissors, Bilbo being sassy

Ori groaned softly—the day didn’t have enough hours to record every minute detail of the reconstruction and healing of Erebor and that annoyed him.

He was but one dwarf, burdened with an important and glorious task, and he was terrified of failing his king; he would not accept defeat!

Wincing as the sores on his feet screamed in protest, he hastened down yet another corridor to find Balin in time to get his reports of the last trade meeting with Mirkwood before rushing back to the throne room to have a private interview with the consort to see how Bilbo had settled into his role.

“I trust you,” Thorin had declared in his deep, rumbling voice as he had bestowed this immeasurable honour upon the humble, young dwarf. “You’ve been a reliable and brave member of the company and I am sure that you’d do marvellously as the royal scribe.”

It had been such a great distinction, the crowning reward for decades of humble work, that Ori had not hesitated for a single second before accepting the role he had never even dared dream of.

After all, it would have been ungrateful to do so after all the sacrifices his brothers had brought to make sure that his childhood and youth were as pleasant as possible, despite the undeniable poverty and the lines of worry and dismay that time had dug into Dori’s sweet face.

No, he owed it to them to not only rejoice at this opportunity but to also execute his functions and duties with as much verve and diligence as possible.

Ori, even though a hero of Erebor, was far from the pampered, self-indulgent well-born noble to whom these tasks were habitually granted.

So what if he barely slept or ate? He had more important things to do.

“Oh hey,” Bilbo looked up from the mirror when Ori burst into the room, a little while later, in a storm of fragrant wool and waving papers. “Slow down!”

His keen glance swept to Dori, kneeling at his feet to measure the circumference of his hips, and he astutely observed the way the older dwarf tried to catch the eye of his younger brother.

Nodding at Dori with a bright, warm smile, Bilbo stepped off the small dais and strode towards Ori, who was still labouring to catch his breath.

“What are you running from? The dragon is dead!” he joked light-heartedly and settled a steadying hand onto the narrow shoulder of one he had gotten to know so well during the quest. “What is up?”

Immediately, Ori shook his head and flapped his hands dismissively. “Nothing,” he swore, “I am rather busy, that’s all. It’s good though; I like being occupied.”

Bilbo was too shrewd by far to buy into that clumsy lie; he could clearly discern that the young dwarf standing in front of him was not merely busy—he was pale and haggard, and his eyes had a haunted look Bilbo had not seen since the quest. His heart clenched in a burst of deepfelt sympathy.

“Sit down, friend,” he said resolutely. “Rest for a moment. I’ll go make tea—you dwarves seem to profoundly misunderstand the notion of the correct steeping time for each blend. Anyway, just wait for me and put your feet up!”

“I couldn’t!” Ori cried out in alarm. “I have to see Thorin and visit Esgaroth…”

“Am I not the consort? If the king has any grievances, he knows where to find me. As far as I remember, Thorin II has sworn a solemn oath to me that the mountain and its people were at my disposal if I agreed to reign by his side as his equal. Or do your notes state otherwise?”

Making a muted sound of disbelief, Ori cocked his head dubiously but let himself be guided to a cushioned chair, nonetheless.

As soon as Bilbo had slipped out of the room, his brother reappeared, scissors and measuring tape still in hand.

"How are you, lad? Nori tells me he's caught the odd glimpse at you and that you've looked…unhappy," Dori spoke softly.

Ori bristled at the mere suggestion—dissatisfaction was a luxury he could not afford and a sentiment of ungratefulness he would never have countenanced.

Dori lifted his hands in a gesture that was both comical and vaguely threatening on account of the sharp tool catching the light at odd angles.

"I don't mean to accuse you, boy. Are you eating enough? Sleeping well? You've been running yourself stupid these last few months. Why don't you take a break?"

Grimacing, Ori forced a smile onto his tired face. "I have never learned how to rest," he stated simply. "Growing up, I watched you and Nori work yourselves to the bone tirelessly. You've not “taken a break” in your efforts to make sure I had what I needed, so I certainly will not do so before I make you proud."

The scissors fell to the floor with an echoing, clattering sound as Dori engulfed his little brother in a tight embrace.

"Oh, my dear lad," he croaked, his voice constricted by the powerful emotions of guilt and pride warring within him. "We've never been anything but proud of you."

He extended his arms to get a good look at Ori.

"There were two of us then," Dori added softly, "and we are still here. Nobody would think any less of you if you decided that you cannot possibly do the work of three people alone now. You can still lean on us, you know that, right?"

He shook his head ruefully.

"You've always been such a stubbornly frugal boy," Dori whispered, "I should have known that you would not let anybody know if you were trying to do too much."

"I am not," Ori insisted, the obstinacy he had been castigated for evident in his voice and posture. "I am just a bit tired."

"I'll have your brother keep an eye on you," Dori threatened. "And we'll intercede every time you look like you're doing too much. In public. Very loudly!"

A shiver ran down Ori's spine—he did not doubt that his brothers would do exactly that. The mere idea of being chased around and chided in front of the whole court made him twitch with phantom embarrassment already.

"I'll take more breaks," he promised quickly. By the way Dori's eyes narrowed suspiciously, Ori could tell that they'd keep tabs on him no matter what he might swear now.

There was really no other solution than to take better care of himself if he didn't want to be snatched in dark corners and forced into bed like a petulant pebble running a fever.

"Listen to your brother," a pleasant voice resounded from behind him. "Consort's orders."

"But the king…"

"The king would not dare contradict my orders, would he?" Bilbo cocked one eyebrow challengingly. "Would he?"

"No," Ori squeaked miserably, shuffling his feet and sighing as he remembered how far behind he was on the careful timetable he had envisioned in the morning. Would he still make it to Esgaroth in time?

"Come," Bilbo interrupted his frantic calculations, "let's have a good cup of tea and some of these cakes Bombur has made. The Esgaroth delegation is delayed—Thorin cannot find his good coat and King Bard has been held up in Mirkwood—so there is really nowhere else you're needed. Except if you want to help in the search and retrieve mission of that fusty garment?"

Wriggling his brows and ears suggestively, the consort motioned at a beautiful tea set. "Isn't it much nicer here? So, tell me, do you have any new titbits of juicy gossip for me? You've been everywhere and you've spoken to everyone lately while I’ve been missing out on so much."

"No," Ori declared firmly—it was not so much that he didn't care for gossip and much more that his official tasks took up so much of his time and mindpower that he had not had any time to waste on frivolous half-truths.

"My man," Bilbo grinned and leaned back in his chair after having poured the delicious-smelling tea into three dainty cups he had brought from his home in the Shire. "You need a spouse. They do wonders for your complexion, and they keep you in bed when you need a little extra sleep." He winked.

"A spouse?" Dori exclaimed, scandalised.

Somewhere from the rafters drifted an echo of a jeering chuckle.

"I hear that Nori agrees with me," Bilbo said, self-satisfaction oozing from him in thick waves. "So be it then, the princes could also do with a more formal introduction to courtly life."

"What?" Ori stammered, horrified by the gleam of inspiration and enthusiasm in Bilbo's eyes.

"We'll have a ball, what else?" Bilbo grinned. "Ah, that was a good day's work, wouldn't you say?"

Being the king's consort, he found, was only half as hard as people made it look.

So, this was another random story for a dear friend!

As always, a pleasure and an honour!

Lots of love from me!