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lathalea · 12 days
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Hiii , sorry to bother you
I was just wondering, could you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE write a part 2 for "blacksmith needed" ? I'm literally dying PLEASE
Hello Nonnie and thank you for dropping by my inbox! 💙
For a while now I’ve been actually working on developing it into a longer story and I’m currently writing chapter 2… are you telepathic? ;) Your ask gave me a huge boost of motivation to write more, thank you 🙏
Anyway, how about a tiny glimpse of the things to come?
“Good day, sister,” Thorin approached Dis, placed the basket on the table, and offered her an embrace. She returned it with a wide smile on her face, but he could not overlook the fact that she looked wan and there were shadows under her eyes. “How are you faring?”
“I am on the mend, thank you,” she waved her hand dismissively and pecked him on his cheek. “What are you doing here, Thorin? I thought you were supposed to visit us in five days.”
“I will be here in five days, and I will bring more food with me this time,” he promised. “I am here to discuss a beneficial trade agreement I was offered yesterday.”
“A trade agreement!” Dwalin huffed. “What a heap of dung!”
“Dwalin!” Balin sighed.
“Don’t listen to him, cousin,” Dwalin stepped towards Dis. “Thorin decided it would be fun to throw his honour and freedom out of the window and marry some scrap of a lass of Men! He has clearly hit himself on his empty head!”
To be continued… :)
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Majestic blacksmith 👑
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fanartka · 20 days
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I always liked the shots and art of Thorin in the forge, I like the idea that despite being of the highest royal birth, when trouble struck, he didn't consider it unworthy to work as hard as he could for his family. And I think this is the best thing we can do, even if we suddenly fail, to try even better. It motivates.
I imagine that these moments could have been during the times when he worked as a blacksmith. But much more I like the idea that he survived the Battle of the Five Armies, left the kingdom to Fili and Balin and settled in the Shire with his hobbit. I think blacksmiths would be very useful there too. Then it’s clear who came into his forge, since he smiles so joyfully.
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lordoftherazzles · 2 years
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PLOT BUNNY #7 ↳ A LITTLE PLACE CALLED HOME
Summary: On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid.
If you want to see this fic in the future, be sure to like, reblog, and/or comment! Feedback is welcome, and I can’t wait to see what fic wins the raz2k! Check out the MASTERPOST to see the other plot bunnies!
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The rainy season within the Shire was typically ruthless, albeit great for the gardens and plants outside. Bilbo had never minded being stuck indoors and just watching the rain tap against the glass of his windows, but when it came time to travel even the smallest of distances, his views on the cloudy skies overhead changed. Idle complaints left his mouth as he trotted along the path towards the Green Dragon. If it had been anyone other than Drogo and Primula, Bilbo would have simply canceled his plans to meet, but it had been months since he had last seen the pair since their wedding.
Living all the way out in Buckland made it dreadfully inconvenient for frequent get-togethers, so this was one that Bilbo couldn’t skip out on. After all, Drogo was probably his favorite relative in what remained of his family since his parents had passed away.
Shaking his cloak around upon entry to the pub, the sounds of jubilation filled Bilbo’s ears, instantly putting him in a better mood despite his soaked cloak and feet. There sat Drogo and Primula, cheerily chattering away with mugs on their table and spotting Bilbo quickly after his entry. The eager waves were enough to warm the hobbit’s heart. He missed these feelings, it was something that had diminished significantly after Belladonna’s passing, and never could quite replicate with the other hobbits of Hobbiton, but this was a close second.
“Good evening,” Bilbo greeted as he trotted over, hanging up his cloak on the back of an unoccupied seat and sitting down, a mug sliding his way in the process. “Sorry I’m late, the storm out there is…something else. It’ll be good for the gardens though, so I can’t really complain.”
“You do have quite a green thumb with those vegetables of yours!” Prim chimed. “I’ll be eager to see what you bring to the autumn festival this year.”
“He’ll bring the tomatoes, of course, Prim! Though it will be interesting to hear how the Gamgees do with their pumpkins this year as well. Poor Lobelia is in for it this year after last year’s close race between her and Hamfast,” Drogo was eagerly chattering away, his mug in his hand and the brew inside sloshing around with his expressive movements, not that anyone seemed to mind.
Bilbo couldn’t help but sit and chuckle his way through the majority of the opening conversation, finding himself more engaging in talking about the ongoings of Hobbiton and what to expect later on this year and he was about himself. It was a quiet life for Bilbo Baggins. A bachelor with no family of his own, nor any real desire to uproot his calm lifestyle for something like that. He was content if a little bored, but honestly, boredom was safe. That’s what Bungo had always said, whereas Belladonna had always said that boredom was a sign that adventure was coming.
Bilbo believed in none of that unless you counted the occasional caravan coming and going through Hobbiton as being an adventure. Purchasing wares from the dwarves that lived up north could be an adventure, though Bilbo had no experience of that on his own, but he would at some point, he imagined. Their spoons looked rather sturdy, yet intricate…and to add those to Belladonna’s collection? It might just be worth the effort.
“What’s the fantasy today, Bilbo?” Drogo nudged his elbow into Bilbo’s, which spurred the bachelor to quickly sip at his mug for a few moments to collect his thoughts.
“Nothing, I just…get lost in conversation sometimes. Don’t mind me.”
“More like lost in a daydream,” Prim snickered, but never maliciously.
Bilbo’s oddities were often a small topic of conversation among the hobbit community, but to most, that was just Bilbo being the product of a respectable Baggins and an adventurous Took. Odd, but in some of the most charming of ways, and of course, he was the Master of Bag End and head of the most prestigious families in Hobbiton. That being said, it didn’t keep him from being scrutinized either. In fact, it likely helped place him under the watchful magnifying glass of the gossiping creatures more than others. 
He still couldn’t quite figure out why he was a more interesting topic of conversation than say, the Thornburrow couple and their highly active ways as a couple among the other married couples of Hobbiton–but that was none of his business, was it?
A small smirk crossed Bilbo’s lips as he sipped away at his drink, at least until the door to the pub swung open from the force of the wind, and one dwarf soaked to the bone with a small package hanging around his front, and a young dwarfling practically clinging to his leg. Upon further examination, that package at the dwarf’s front was…another young dwarfling. It made Bilbo’s heart ache.
Bilbo had never wanted kids of his own, not really, but he didn’t mind the fauntlings running around the Shire and made sure to tell only the most amazing of stories whenever they came to his fence. To see this though? It was enough to make him visibly wilt.
“Is something the matter, Bilbo?” Drogo asked, barely grabbing Bilbo’s attention as all three of them were now staring at the doorway towards the small cluster of dwarves wandering in.  “Oh…look at them.”
“They’re so small,” Primula tacked on, her fingertips brushing her lips in thought as they continued to watch as the adult dwarf was speaking with the innkeeper.
It was the distraught look that crossed the oldest dwarf’s face that told the three hobbits that something was amiss, but like good hobbits, it was best to leave the outsiders to themselves–and gossip at the table. 
Bilbo remained silent as he continued to stare, watching the dwarf and his…dwarflings move towards the doorway. “I’m going to get a new drink.”
“But your mug is half full already!” Drogo protested, but far be it from him to try and deter a Baggins or a Took from something their mind was set on. And Bilbo was both of those combined! “Well, bring back one for Prim and me while you’re at it if you don’t mind!”
With his attention on the bar, Bilbo waved his hand in dismissal, acting as if he were listening as he trotted up and vaguely focused on the innkeeper, mumbling something about drinks as his ears were listening to the small whisperings of the dwarf and the little ones with him. 
“We can warm up here for a moment, alright?” The guardian dwarf had spoken, causing Bilbo’s ears to twitch at the words. “Shelter is in short supply, so we’ll have to make do with what we can.”
“I miss mama…” The young blond dwarfling whined, his eyes full of tears and his lip quivering something fierce.
“I know, and we’ll return to her in due time. Once the storm has settled, we can make for home, okay?” The oldest dwarf was crouching, still cradling the youngest in his arms who was a tad squirmy, but ultimately enjoyed being held close for the sake of warmth. “You just need to be strong for me and your brother, madtithbirzul(tiny golden heart), can you do that?”
“Y-yes…” The tiny blond sniffled, which was the icing on top for Bilbo’s poor heart.
“Bag End has a few rooms that are unused!” Bilbo practically shouted, earning an uncomfortable bout of silence within the entire main room of the pub, and three sets of dwarven eyes staring at him in both shock and confusion. “That is to say…since the Green Dragon seems to be out of vacancy…if you’re looking for a place to stay, I’d happily give you the rooms–”
“I’m not looking for a handout.” The dwarf practically growled before a tiny tug came to the bottom of his tunic. Those big blue eyes of Fili’s staring back at him. “...But under these particular circumstances, my hands are a bit tied. How much?” 
“If you’re unwilling to take my handout as you call it, how about you just pay me what you think is fair?” Bilbo offered with a small shrug, offering a small smile to try and soothe the frayed nerves of the little ones that kept flickering their eyes between the adults. “There’s plenty of food, warm blankets, and a bathtub you can use.”
“That won’t be necessary–”
“The little ones look chilled to the bone. Think of their cold little toes in those boots! Some hot water and bubbles will do them some good and ensure their feet remain intact.”
“Bubbles?! For my toes?!” Fili cried out in excitement as he bounced from latching to his guardian’s leg towards the stranger.
“Mhm, lots of bubbles, and they’re lavender scented. You’ll smell just like a field of flowers,” Bilbo teased, his heart warming at the idea of his good deed, but the look he was fixed with by the rather exhausted-looking dwarf before him was telling. He didn’t like this, but as terrible as it was to admit, Bilbo knew he had no other choice, and was glad for that. “I’m…terribly sorry, I forgot to introduce myself first before throwing my home open up to you. Rather strange, isn’t it? Bilbo Baggins, of Bag End.” Jutting his hand out for a proper shake, it took the dwarf a few moments to so much as move.
“Thorin.” 
Short, sweet, and to the point, who was Bilbo to judge? At least Thorin had the decency to shake his hand, even if there was an abundance of skepticism behind that stare.
“And these two?”
“I’m Fili, and that’s Kili.” The small blond puffed up proudly. “We’re brothers.”
Bilbo couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “I gathered that, thank you. It’s nice to meet you all.” Locking eyes with Thorin and shifting uncomfortably beneath that scrutiny, Bilbo let out a puff of air and gestured towards the doorway. “Bag End is not far from here, judging by the windows, the rain has let up some and it would be best to not waste the moment. Just let me grab my cloak and we can head off.”
After an apology to Drogo and Primula for cutting the evening off in the name of kind and generous behavior. Bilbo had always been something of an impulsive creature when it counted, and this was one thing he didn’t want to turn his back on. Something about that distraught look in those tired blue eyes held him captive, and he absolutely had to help, and now Bag End was the temporary home for a few wayward dwarves and one mad Baggins.
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esculentevil · 1 year
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The Florist and The Forger
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Thorin is a metal forger who’s royally pissed off his sister.
To properly apologize to her for cursing rakishly in front of her young sons (whom aren’t THAT young—they’re teenagers—and’ve probably heard worse and he still thinks there’s nothing wrong with saying what he wants in his home), Bilbo suggested he go to a nice little flower place nearby and get her a bouquet.
So, he does; and he immediately regrets it.
The owner and runner of the store is a rude, arrogant, pretentious diva who’s SOMEHOW still in business despite the fact that he literally does nothing but critique all of Thorin’s choices like they’re the worst thing since blight and plague; the forger can only surmise that it’s the prim donna’s stunningly good looks that keep his customers coming back—especially when, even after Dis forgives him, he still returns to Ardhon’s Green Kingdom for more bouquets under the guise of all the previous ones (and, thus, the florist in question...) being unsuccessful at getting himself forgiven—although, in his case, it’s just to wave the prissy man’s (fake) failures in his face and watch it twitch/redden with suppressed rage as he truly (hopelessly) tries to figure out where he went wrong (when he didn’t) because, Thorin slowly comes to realize, Thranduil honestly adores his job, his store, and using flowers to make others happy/smile; so, it truly upsets him that he hasn’t managed this with Dis and Thorin finds himself thinking that’s adorable and wishing he could tell him the truth without loosing his excuse to see him...
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blankdblank · 2 years
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Cleaver Ch 3.
Summary -  Discovered with an arrow lodged in her armor a stranger lost in the mist is brought into the fold on an adventure of a lifetime. Her role however changes with the simple request to a King who doesn't fully understand it at the time.
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I had this thought awhile back but Thorin is not popular amongst the dwarves (he only got 13 of them to follow him), and Bilbo is not popular amongst hobbits (the loner bachelor of Bag End). So I really need Bilbo in Erebor/Reshirement fics where they thrive in each other’s societies.
Bilbo was born to be Consort under then mountain, and everyone loves him! The Council appreciates his polite but firm negotiation tactics and this hobbit has a good head for business. And the people love how friendly and personable he is every time he comes to market. They don’t see many royals who remember their mother’s favorite caserole recipe after all. And by extension, Thorin gains popularity because he can’t be all bad if he managed to land such a little charmer.
Likewise, I need hobbit wives tripping over themselves to get to the forge to see the tall, silent, stunningly beautiful new blacksmith and did you hear he used to be royal? How did Bilbo Baggins land that hot piece of ass? And of course Bilbo has made him so nervous over all the different rules in hobbit society that most of the time Thorin merely nods and smiles at him, and isn’t that cute? He’s shy. So they naturally take him under their wing, inviting him to afternoon teas to fatten him up, and Thorin thinks all Shire food is amazing so he’s quick to offer up his compliments on their cooking which nearly sends them swooning. And of course the male hobbits want to be jealous, but Thorin is fair in price and his work is immaculate and he wears Bilbo’s flowers proudly so he’s certainly not straying from Master Baggins, he’s just very charming and they can’t begrudge him that.
Like Bilbo and Thorin should make each other better. And certainly it doesn’t have to be “everyone loves them and there’s never any problems”, but I just feel like it should be a deal of “FINALLY! I’ve been a duck out of water for so long and this is clearly where I belong.”
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multific · 7 months
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Thorin Oakenshield x Reader
Summary: Thorin's sickness was getting worse by the day.
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As you stood there and looked at yourself in your gold gown, you felt utterly lost.
Dwalin did warn you about this sickness that overtook Thorin. You knew, yet this was worse than you could have ever imagined.
It all started when you entered the mountain.
Thorin's confession and promise of eternal love came as a surprise, yet you accepted his love. You felt the same way about him for a long while now.
Ever since you first saw him in that blacksmith workshop.
And now, he called you his Queen as he sat upon his throne, calling out for you to join him while the others looked for the stone.
He requested for you to change as he had placed a dress in your room.
The door behind you opened and in came Bilbo. With tears in your eyes, you looked at him.
"You have it." you whispered and he nodded once. "Give it to Gandalf, or the Elf King, I do not care but this... man, is not my Thorin." you said as he nodded once more and you exited your room heading to the throne room.
You dried your tears before Thorin could see and offered him a smile.
"My Queen! My gorgeous Queen, dripping in jewels and gold as you deserve." he said as his hand moved to your face and his other to your waist.
You held back your tears and leaned in to kiss him.
He twirled you around, but he wasn't admiring you, no, he was looking at the gold.
You begged for this to end soon.
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"Thorin! We must help them!" all of the dwarves begged but Thorin didn't listen.
"Are you against me as well?" he looked at you and you looked at the floor. "TRAITOR!" he yelled which made you jump.
You finally had enough.
"You are not the dwarf I fell in love with! Not the King I followed here! Not the man I want!" you said before you turned and got ready for battle with tears running down your cheeks.
On your way out you did see Dwalin enter the room, you only hoped he would put some sense into Thorin.
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You were out of breath as you ran.
The fight was over and you have won.
But where was Thorin and Bilbo? Kili and Fili?
You asked Gandalf but he just smiled and as you turned, there they all were. Thorin, injured yet alive. Kili was in bad shape and so was Fili but they will survive.
You rushed over to Thorin, hugging him close as he groaned but soon stopped with his complaint.
You pulled back and looked at him.
"Now, this is the dwarf I fell in love with." he smiled as you kissed him.
"Marry me." he said when you pulled back to catch some air.
"I thought you would never ask." you said with a laugh as everyone around you cheered and celebrated.
It was so much better to get ready for a wedding than a funeral.
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crowrelli · 7 months
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I will never be normal about blacksmith thorin aus 😭 || commission for @fantasyinallforms ‘s amazing fic Reputation Be Damned !
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mlmxreader · 3 months
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Good To Be King | Thorin Oakenshield x gn!reader (🍋)
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↳ ❝ Thorin
6 “You’re my home, no matter where we are”
17 “I have loved you every day, and I won’t stop now”
123. Hair pulling ❞
: ̗̀➛ You and Thorin finally have time to be together for the night.
: ̗̀➛ spanking, bondage/tied up, cockdrunk, praise kink, hair pulling, dom/sub, brief mentions of cockwarming & strangulation
↳ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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You were tied to the headboard, your ass in the air and your wrists bound so that your face pressed against the pillow, squirming as you panted heavily, waiting for Thorin to finally give you what you wanted after hours of terrible teasing and torture.
A firm slap was delivered to your ass, making you yelp as you harshly bit down on your bottom lip, pushing back in a vain attempt to gain any friction whatsoever.
Sweat budding on your brow and covering your entire body with a thin sheen; your skin seemed to glitter in the candlelight, glistening.
You were aching for him, your asshole clenching as you thought about finally having his cock again; already able to picture how it would stretch you out so much, so thick and so long that you still wondered how you could take him at all.
Another firm smack to your ass made you shiver, feeling his calloused and warm hands gently run down to your thigh, gripping it tightly, almost bruising the soft flesh with harsh fingertips.
You needed him, squirming as you chewed more at your lip, pulling the flesh from it until you could taste copper on your tongue.
"Thorin, please," you breathed out, voice hoarse and raw. "Please fuck me already. Please."
Thorin smiled, kneeling behind you and putting his hand between your shoulders as he hummed softly. "If I go too far, what do you do?"
"Call out blacksmith," you started, "and tug three times in a row at the restraints."
"Well done," he praised, his voice so much more gentle than his hands. "Good."
"Now, please," you all but whimpered. "Please, fuck me, my King."
He paused, lining himself up before gently thrusting into you. Giving you time to adjust to his length and girth; he let you make the first move, pushing back against him and letting out a long, breathy moan.
Thorin trusted you enough to be a little less strict, planting his hands either side of your head as he snapped his hips.
Your asshole was so tight around him, he filled you almost completely, enough to make you press your face into the pillows as you moaned a little louder. Rolling your hips and easily keeping up with his rhythm.
Thankful that you could finally fucking have sex.
After being surrounded by his kin for so long, never able to get away long enough for even a quickie or some oral, you couldn't deny that you were pent up; frustrated and in utter agony.
You used to have sex at least twice a day, and it felt unfair that you had to wait months. But good things came to those who waited, and now you were bound to a strange bed as Thorin fucked you like he used to; after managing to slip away from the others, you and Thorin had stumbled upon a farmhouse with a room to rent.
With the inhabitants gone for the night, you seemed to have all the time in the world for each other.
He rutted into you, grabbing the back of your neck as he picked up the pace of his movements.
His cock felt so good, filling your ass and stretching it so fucking well; drool slipping from your mouth as you rocked back and forth, eagerly taking the pounding as you felt his other hand wander. Landing on yours as he entwined his fingers with yours.
The slapping of skin mixed and mingled with breathy moans and short, sharp praises; a well-known and rehearsed melody from an all too eager and willing orchestra.
The strings of the violins were tugged every time Thorin gripped you a little harder, knowing all too well that you would have bruises where his fingertips dug into your flesh.
You did your best not to fall out of line and ruin the melody, desperate to keep up with him as much as you could. Needing to keep up with him.
Your breath heavy as a puddle of drool formed under your chin, your tongue lolling from your mouth; incoherent noises coming from the back of your throat as you lost focus of everything else but the feeling of him pounding into you.
Even when Thorin paused to knock your thighs apart gently, you still fucked yourself against him; completely and utterly undone for him, drunk from the feeling of his cock and wanting nothing else. Fuck.
He was so good to you, always treating you exactly the way you wanted; always giving you everything you wanted when you wanted it.
Thorin was never shy about it, never thought twice; if you wanted to be his cocksleeve and cockwarm him as you slept, he was all too happy to oblige.
You were his spouse from the forest; their royal highness of the woodlands and the ruler over all of its trees and deer. The lordship over the foxes and the deer. Their majesty in his bed.
The empré of his desires. The Prime over everything he held dear. His monarch.
Anything you wanted, from his hand around your throat and his cock buried in your ass through to his hand in your own and the softest of his kisses, was always yours.
You knew that you were getting close, though, your ass clamping down and clenching around his cock as you whimpered and whined his name incoherently; the letters didn't form properly, just a string of syllables that made no sense leaving you as your legs started to shake, freezing in place as your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your toes curled.
Thorin didn't stop, coaxing you through finishing until he froze, his cum filling your tight ass as he let out soft, breathy praises. His voice faltering as he grunted and let go of you.
His hands shook as he undone your bindings, smiling as he sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap; his touch was so gentle as he traced your throat, admiring your features in the dim lights for a moment.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly, tenderly.
You nodded, swallowing thickly in a vain attempt to capture your breath. "I'm good."
Thorin nodded, softly pulling you down so that he could kiss you; he slipped his tongue between your lips as you tugged at his hair, making him grunt as he pushed his hips up against you. Another tug, and he pulled away, laughing softly.
"Already waiting for round two?"
You gave his hair another tug, grinning as you nodded. "I can't help it. I haven't... haven't had your cock in so long... I missed it."
"Give me five minutes," Thorin said gently, taking a quick look outside the window. "Do you think they're alright?"
You nodded, kissing his neck softly. "You worry too much, y’know. You always have."
He smiled, putting his hands between your shoulders as he coaxed you closer. "I can't help it... we lost our home."
"I didn't," you hummed, pushing yourself up and daring to rub the tip of your nose against his. "You're my home, no matter where we are - I'm always home."
He nodded, sighing heavily. "You know, I have loved you every day, and I won't stop now, but... wouldn't it be nice if we didn't have to rent rooms all the time just for some privacy?"
"It's temporary," you pointed out, moving to kneel between his legs. "Besides, we've got one night - and I intend to service my king as much as I can."
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lucigoo · 3 months
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Bagginshield Fic Rec List
So, here I will add all of the amazing Bagginshield fics I adore. I hope you like at least one, they all deserve love 💖💖💖
And as always, if its your fic, or you know whos let me know so i can @ them, they all deserve to be recognised!
Below the Belt - LordOfTheRazzles @lordoftherazzles
A Complaint A Day... - birdkeeperklink (speculating) @birdkeeperklink
Of Blacksmiths and Blackberries - littlebrownshoe (Wolfy_Tales)
He loves me, he loves me not - Alse_the_hobbit @hobbityalse
(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met - LordOfTheRazzles, MiraHerondale - @lordoftherazzles @consultingpacha
Fuck Thy Neighbor - LordOfTheRazzles @lordoftherazzles
An Almost Perfect Christmas - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory
A King's Bond - mordelle @mordellestories
(Almost Believing) This One's Not Pretend - diemarysues
Lost and Found - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory
The Danger In Missing You - Fantasyinallforms @fantasyinallforms
Child's Play - Anonymous - The Hobbit (the Company as kids, gen fic)
Letters from the Mountain - Middle_Earth_Mama @middleearthmama
Beyond the Pixels - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory
Hold Me Down Until The Madness Ends - licha_nick
“I’zigh ‘Akshith” (War Surprise) - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory (The slow burn is beautiful and the idea is so clever and unique imo)
327 Blossom Street - Ticklesivory (Tickles does modern Bagginshield so well)
Slow Dance: A Bagginshield SMAU - Ticklesivory (Modern day social media fic, its awesome)
The Bunny Saga - alkjira - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, its so cute and clever) Sweet Synthesis - Ticklesivory - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another craker from @tickles-ivory, with Cyborgs!) A Passion For Mushrooms - Chrononautical - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, beautiful world building and pining idiots) Behind the Money - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, @sunnyrosewritesstuff wrote an adoarble tea ahop AU) No Small Amount of Courage - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another wonderful fic from @sunnyrosewritesstuff where Bilbo loves so hard its enough)
A Hobbit's Gamble - CQueen - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Arranged Marriage Au in Erebor, and its precious, from start to end)
Wings from Ravens - IShipGayShit_SueMe - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, BAMF Bilbo, with wings. Need I say more)
Wild Wings - DomesticGoddess - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, As always everythign DG worites slaps so hard. This was my first ever wing fic read and i became obsessed its that good)
A Black-feathered Omen - birdkeeperklink (speculating) - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another wing fic, and sad, loely Thorin who needs a hug, or a hobbit...)
Let The Waking Morning Find - sunryder - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, this is legit one of my fav Bagginshield fics ever, its clever and emotional and the thought of the One Ring gaining a body and becoming fixated on Bilob is spine chilling)
I don't belong (and my beloved, neither do you) - FrozenBrownie - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, mpreg, its heartbreaking and beautiful and a hea all rolled into one) None So Blind - Chrononautical - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Beautifully writte fic, woth Blind Bilbo and aftermath of BOTFA) the world is sleeping (my world is you) - katheneverwrites (mandolinearts) - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Thorin as a sweet Hades is just so precious) An Unexpected Friend - smoltimidturtle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo gets a pet, its adorable, Thorin doesnt think so, a really cute reshirement fic) My Sister's Boyfriend - DomesticGoddess - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, as always DomesticGodess hits the spot you didnt know needed hitting. Jelous Thorin is perfect!) Now You Know - Arkan_Sonney - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Its very cute and fluffy and Frodo needs all the hugs)
Sansûkh - Chapter 1 - determamfidd - Multifandom (Multiple LOTR pairings, not sure if it eeds any interoduction, other then EPIC!)
Planting a Hobbit - northerntrash - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, The dwarves are adorable and its just a wonderful fic,)
May Your Forge Burn Bright - LordOfTheRazzles - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, once again @lordoftherazzles wrote an amazing fic, the world building and relationship between Bilbo and Thorin is stunning)
Bad Blood - Conkers - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, a clever little What If fic fom @conkers-thecosy, BAMF Bilbo is best Bilbo and OCnkers did it perfectly.)
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lathalea · 2 years
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The Tinderbox
I have a surprise for you! A Thorin Oakenshield fic for the Armitage Summer Splash event :)
WEEK 2 - PROMPT 8
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Trope: A secret is found out Quote: “Show me your face.”
Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Rating: G
You can find this fic on AO3. Khuzdul: Lulkh - fool
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The Tinderbox
Thorin always liked stopping by Falunath in his travels. Men, Dwarves, and even a handful of Elves lived there in relative harmony, united by a common enemy: the Orcs. This was another reason why he usually stopped there every year for a couple of weeks on his way back to the Blue Mountains – to his people. Where there were Orc raids, there was a need for weapons and he happened to enjoy forging them. The local smithy owners always welcomed him with open arms, especially Old Matt who always paid well and on time.
There was only one problem. Eidris. A Broadbeam lass with a sharp tongue and a heavy hammer. She worked at Old Matt’s smithy every summer as one of the blacksmiths alongside Thorin. He had to admit, she was quite easy on the eye and Thorin caught himself stealing glances at her from time to time while she worked. Only out of professional curiosity, of course. Her broadswords were the best examples of craftsmanship he had seen in years. In addition to being a constant source of distraction, she was also friendly. Thorin did not do friendly. He stayed away from the everyday chitter-chatter of the other smiths and apprentices; the reason for his presence in the smithy was simple – doing his work and receiving payment which he greatly needed. Besides, being friendly with others implied sharing details of his life – including his identity – and that he wanted to avoid. As far as the good people of Falunath knew, he was simply Thorin the Bladesmith and he preferred to keep it that way.
September that year ended like any other – with rainy and windy weather – and Thorin knew that it was time for him to return to the Blue Mountains. He thanked Old Matt for his hospitality, received a coin-filled purse, and promised to come back next year.
The return journey took him over a week, but when he finally crossed the threshold of his home, it was after midnight. Darkness and silence surrounded him. Not wanting to wake up Dis and the boys, he directed his steps towards his study as quietly as he could. Inside, he lit a candle. Taking the coin purse in his hand, he opened the money chest. At its bottom lay only a handful of copper coins. Thorin let out a sigh. He could only hope that the money he had earned would be enough to buy the needed supplies for the winter – both for his family and for those in need.
A sudden whiff of wind puffed out the candle at his desk. A door squeaked in the distance. Something shifted in the darkness.
“Kili? Your last prank with that skeleton was scarier than this,” Thorin chuckled, walking into the corridor.
There was no response. He stopped in his tracks to listen. And then he heard it.
In a swift move he lunged towards the source of the noise and pressed Kili against the wall.
“Oof!” someone exclaimed. Not Kili. It was a woman’s voice.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” he hissed, pinning her arms to the wall not without an effort. The cogwheels in his brain worked in overdrive. A Dwarf-woman. In his own home. Empty-handed. Not an assassin, then. But who? A hood made her features impossible to distinguish in the darkness. Was she a thief? Or a spy?
“Let me go!” she protested and tried to wiggle herself free. She was strong, muscular, and almost as tall as Thorin, but he was stronger. His grip held her firmly in place. 
“Not until you answer my question!” he warned the intruder. His face was so close to hers that he could feel her hot breath against his cheek. The sweet scent of honey filled his lungs. Suddenly, he realised that his chest was pressed against the softness of her pleasantly full bosom. Mahal, have mercy on him. This woman most probably was a thief or an assassin and the only thing he could think of was whether her lips tasted like honey.
“I mean no harm to this home or those in it. Mahal be my witness,” the words of an ancient dwarvish pledge reached his ears, snapping him out of his thoughts. Reluctantly, he loosened his grip.
“Show me your face,” he ordered, ready to act if her intentions were less than honourable despite her words.
Slowly, she raised her hand to the hood. As the damp fabric slid off her head, a mane of light brown hair fell to her shoulders.
“Eidris? What are you doing here?!” he took a step back in confusion.
“I was trying to catch up with you, you lulkh! And the door was ajar,” she stated in an agitated whisper and added, “You’d better tell me what you are doing here!”
“How do you mean what I am doing here?” he grunted. What a cheek!
“This place has the House of Durin markings on the door! Let’s get out of here before the owners wake up!” she pulled at his sleeve. “Unless… You aren’t a thief, are you?”
Thorin stifled a chuckle, not wanting to wake up anyone. He could imagine Fili and Kili’s comments if they were to find him in a dark corridor with a woman, suspiciously close to his bedchamber.
“I happen to live here,” he offered.
“You…” her eyes widened. It was too dark to see them clearly, but he remembered their colour. Hazel. And whenever she stoked the fire in the furnace, amber specks would dance in them. “You… live… here?”
“Aye. It is my home.” he nodded. The cat was out of the bag. There was no point hiding his real identity any longer.
Eidris covered her mouth with her hand and then said, “But… but that would mean that you are…” “Thorin!” a sharp voice together with a faint light filled the corridor. “I hoped it was you! What on earth is that noise?”
“Dis,” he turned towards the newcomer, opening his arms. “It is good to see you too!”
Their embrace was short but affectionate. It felt good to be home.
“Forgive me the commotion, sister. It seems that the joy of returning to you took the better of me,” he smiled fondly.
“Will you not introduce me to your friend?” Dis raised an eyebrow, adjusting the shawl on her shoulders.
Thorin swallowed, casting a glance at the unexpected guest.
“Of course. This is Eidris, daughter of…”
Before his complete lack of knowledge about her lineage became evident, the woman interrupted him.
“Eidris, daughter of Eida. Fifth-generation blacksmith. T-Thorin and I work together in Falunath. It is nice to meet you, my lady,” she greeted his sister formally, but he noticed her hesitation when she spoke his name. It puzzled him. The Broadbeam lass was many things, but she had never hesitated in his presence before.
“Welcome under our roof, Eidris, daughter of Eida. I am Dis, daughter of Valdis. And we don’t use our titles any longer. Waste of time, if you ask me. Please, call me Dis, just like you call my brother by his name,” his sister gave her one of her warm smiles and a conspiratorial wink. “You probably know how cranky he gets when people start addressing him ‘Oakenshield’ or, Mahal forbid, ‘king’...”
“That is enough, dearest sister,” Thorin rolled his eyes. “The hour is late and I would like to offer our guest a proper meal. It rained all day long.”
 “By all means! You both look like you need some warm food in your bellies. There is some leftover stew in the kitchen,” Dis smiled and asked in an innocent tone of voice. “Tell me, Eidris, will you be staying the night?”
Thorin could swear that the silence that followed was louder than a dragon’s roar.
“Well, I…” Eidris gave him an uncertain look. “I should be going.”
“In this weather? Out of the question!” Dis protested and Thorin clearly saw amusement on his sister’s face. 
“I only came here to drop this off, that is all.” The blacksmith protested, rummaging in her rucksack. After a moment, she produced a familiar bulky leather pouch and offered it to Thorin.
He could not believe his eyes. His fingers quickly untied the straps and took out the contents of the pouch. His favourite fire striker… and the time-worn brass tinder box with a sapphire in its lid. The token he received from his grandfather when he reached half Battle Age. Years and years ago. In another life. Something tightened in his throat.
“I thought I lost it somewhere on the road,” he spoke hoarsely.
“Millie found it under your bed at Old Matt’s when she was sweeping the floor,” Eidris shook her head. “It didn’t look like something you would want to get rid of. I was about to leave Falunath as well, so I decided to return it to you in person.”
“What an incredible coincidence!” Dis chimed in, addressing Eidris. “This is one of Thorin’s most treasured possessions. He takes with him everywhere. And you say it was found under your bed, hmm?”
Thorin narrowed his eyes.
“Under my bed, sister dear. It must have fallen out of my rucksack when I was packing. Thank you, Eidris. I appreciate it more than I can say.” He placed his hand over his heart and lowered his head in thanks. “Please, you must stay the night. I insist. It is the least I can offer you.”
Eidris glanced towards the entrance door.
“I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You are very welcome here, I assure you,” Thorin offered, feeling how his sister’s gaze moved from Eidris to him. Somehow, it made him feel uneasy.
“In that case, I will be honoured,” the Broadbeam lass consented.
“That’s settled then,” Dis clasped her hands together, beaming at them both. “You are staying with us, Eidris, and I hope to get to know you better at breakfast.”
An alarm bell started ringing in Thorin’s head. Loudly.
“That’s very generous of you, Dis,” Eidris shifted one foot to the other, avoiding his gaze. “Thank you.”
“Think nothing of it. But before I leave you to your meal, allow me to ask you one last thing.” His sister acted like an embodiment of the perfect hostess. The alarm bell in Thorin’s head turned into a mine siren that usually wailed moments before a detonation took place.
“Yes?” He heard Eidris’ oblivious voice.
“I’d like to prepare sleeping arrangements for you,” Dis spoke sweetly, treating them both to her most charming smile. “Tell me, shall I make the bed for you in the guest room or will you be sleeping in Thorin’s bedchamber?”
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dejjablu · 1 year
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Can you draw Blacksmith Thorin and Gardner Bilbo? 😳👉👈
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so sorry for the delay!! but i love this so much!! just your local blacksmith falling for your local gardner <333
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pseudowho · 25 days
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You have to know, that I imagine Blacksmith!Nanami (LINK HERE) with a deep Northern English accent. I cannot explain to you how great it feels to be fucked by a sexy Northerner. Yorkshire even. I know this means little to nothing for anyone outside of the UK, but just--
-- think Thorin Oakenshield. You dig?
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lordoftherazzles · 2 months
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Lovely commission done by @dyemberrr for the final chapter of my long-fic, May Your Forge Burn Bright! I'm still over the moon at how detailed and beautiful this is, right down to those yellow acacia flowers 💛🌸 How did they get to this point? Guess you'll have to read to find out!
Thorin labors as a blacksmith within the world of men to support his family and the other displaced dwarves of Erebor. Change comes to his monotonous routine when the smithy he works in unexpectedly comes under a hobbit’s management.
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cutie4560 · 6 months
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Hobbit x How to train your dragon AU
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Company of Oakensheild
Homeland the island of Erbor
Thorin Oakensheild : Viking King - Crimson Goregutter
Bilbo : Farmer/ Sheep Hearder - No Dragon
Fili : Viking Prince/Blacksmith - Deadly Nadder
Kili : Viking Prince/ Dragon Tame - Razor Whip
Balin : King's Councilman - No Dragon
Dwalin : Viking Warrior - Rumblehorn
Gloin : Import Master - No Dragon
Oin : Shaman - Boneknapper
Dori : Tailor - No Dragon
Nori : Traidsmen / Swindler - Change Wing
Ori : Scribe / Cryptozoologists - Terrible Terror
Bofur : Coal Minner/ Musician - Death Song
Bombur : Village Cook - Hotburple
Bifur : Wood Craftsmen - Timberjack
Extra (Cause I wanna add my Oc)
Shail : Forest-dweller - Stormcutter
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