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Bagginshield Fics

This is a list of Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Just a warning there is a lot here so I organized it best I could.

Updated 4/16/24

Courting Misunderstandings

Overcoming Barriers by Aloneindarknes7

~Most hobbits are isolated from the rest of the races and they only know their own language. Bilbo knows how to speak with elves, but it's a group of dwarves that come to his rescue. He can fight alongside Thorin without speaking, but not knowing the language when suddenly traveling with a group of strange dwarves becomes a bit of a problem. Especially when Bilbo doesn't even know that Thorin has declared them bonded.~

Courting Mr Baggins by Lothlorien

~Thorin decided to court Bilbo. The only problem was, the hobbit didn't seem to have noticed.~

the heart of the stone (is where the gems are) by allapologies

~“And it is highly doubtful you agreed to marry Thorin for his looks,” Bofur says.

“Beg pardon?” Bilbo says.

“Meaning no offense,” Bofur says, quite cheery. “He is distinctive in his unconventionality, I’ll give you that.”~

a tale of ivory table cloth and ruined weddings by Imagined, rottingflower, Scarlet_Ribbons

~In which Bilbo is getting slightly exasperated with the fact that no one will tell him why he has such a big role in Thorin's wedding, what he is supposed to be doing there, and who Thorin's betrothed is. And is also a little confused about why the thought of Thorin marrying someone else bothers him so much.~

At A Wedding by femmebingley

~“I speak of Thorin’s marriage,” Dain announced.

Bilbo’s mind stuttered to a stop. “What?”

“Thorin’s upcoming marriage. It is widely expected.”

Everything in the Great Hall suddenly seemed louder, almost suffocating. A cold tension swept through Bilbo’s body as the idea tried to take hold. Thorin? Marriage? To whom?~

How To Win A Hobbit's Affection by Tehri

~There are a few key differences in how hobbits and dwarves court. These differences can lead to a good deal of confusion, and while Thorin is certainly not the image of a subtle dwarf, Bilbo is still utterly confused about what is going on.~

101 of Dwarven Haircare: Combs, Razors and Other Scary Stories by jeza_red

~Dwarf hair is different, okay?

Cultural shock and confusion with strangely funny results. Also a thread of understanding between two confused parties and a little comb that is more precious than whole Erebor.~

Oh, You're Guarding the Gates by Lapin

~Dwarven courtship and Hobbit courtship are different, but not too different. Still, it helps if both parties are aware the courtship is in fact happening and quite serious.

Not that anyone was planning on saying no, of course. It's just polite to be asked first.~

Safe and Distant by Lindzzz

~Bilbo never bothers denying that he is a slight, little bit, probably infatuated with Thorin. It’s not something that bothers him. Really. He’s pretty sure that everyone very likely has a little flutter in their chest for the dwarf. He’s something grand and unattainable. And it’s really much safer if it stays that way.~

How To Court A Hobbit by stravaganza

~I would like a fic where Thorin is just really really bad at flirting. And he tries really hard but somehow it just doesn’t work and he gets more and more frustrated which isn’t helping. It’s kind of ridiculous, really. He can face orcs and wargs and orcs ON wargs but whenever he tries to have a civil conversation with Bilbo the words somehow get switched around before he can speak them.~

Something to Start With by MulaSaWala, storyforsomeone

~where some things get lost in translation, courting mishaps have the whole kingdom losing their minds, and simple acts of kindness and love can go a long way.~

The Courting Habits of the Line of Durin by diemarysues

~Hobbits didn’t have such things as courting rituals – they were uncomplicated folk. They announced their affections with flowers or a cooked meal, a shared pipe or simply a kiss – and then there were meetings with both families and a date set for the wedding.

Dwarves, as he kept discovering, were a completely different kettle of fish.~

An Accidental Engagement by potentiality_26

~Bilbo's fake-it-'til-you-make-it interpretation of dwarven culture is working quite well for him, thank you very much-all the way up until it really, really isn't.~

so many beautiful reasons by starr_falling

~They say actions speak louder than words. Thorin hoped his actions would tell Bilbo all he could not say of his feelings. But when courting someone of a different culture, perhaps, a few words would not go astray.~

as is the custom by ever_yours

~After everything, Bilbo becomes an integral part of castle workings—and honestly, there’s not much waiting for him back at the Shire. So he stays, and decides to learn more about dwarrow culture while he’s at it. As it turns out, dwarf kings are significantly more affectionate than he’d expect... (Or: Four dwarf traditions Bilbo adopted, and one very pleasant custom that dwarves and hobbits share.)~

It's a braid thing (you wouldn't understand) by authoressjean

~When Thorin offers to braid his hair, Bilbo reluctantly agrees, if just to have something to remember the dwarf by.

Except it doesn't do Thorin any favors. Bilbo was already attractive enough, and now there are braids. In his hair.

And if Fili and Kili don't stop snickering, Thorin's content to return to Erebor without his heirs.~

Death Misunderstandings

An Unexpected Invitation (And What Happened Next) by serenbach

~Almost a year has gone past since the Battle of Five Armies and Bilbo is still very much mourning for Thorin, who died of his injuries on the battlefield before Bilbo had a chance to say goodbye or try to make amends with him.

When he receives an invitation to a special memorial to commemorate all those who died, Bilbo knows he cannot go. The memories are still too raw and painful.

So he writes a heartfelt letter to Fili, the new king of Erebor, explaining his absence.

Fili, however, is not the one who reads the letter...~

The "Dying" Hobbit by Resacon1990

~"It's just a cold," Gandalf says the following morning when Bilbo wakes up feeling completely under the weather, "a few days rest in bed will do you good, dear fellow."

Or, the one where Bilbo has a cold and everyone thinks he's dying.~

alive by ara_the_jedi (orphan_account)

~Bilbo fled Erebor before his friends could be buried, before he had to see Thorin encased in stone. He returns to the Shire and settles into a life of unsociability and some amount of loneliness, but finds comfort in the figures of the children of Hobbiton. After twenty years, however, his luck is gone, and Bilbo has to flee the Shire with Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, and with four very young Hobbits, there is only one place he can turn to.~

A Long List of Happy Endings by vicious_summer

~“–Come Durin’s Day, the Mountain will host great entertainments, games, and feasting in your name and in the names of the other thirteen of the Company. Your path through all of Arda shall be made smooth to ensure your welcome in our lands, Bilbo Baggins. I bring this summons as it was sent from the Throne of Thorin, King Under the Mountain.”

Bilbo’s heart, racing as it had been from this thrilling invitation, seemed to trip over itself at the name. “Thorin?” he whispered, and he stepped forward without thinking.~

We Are The Lost Ones by stealthestars

~Believing the banishment of Bilbo Baggins still stands, Fíli and Kíli tend to the severely injured hobbit in secret, unaware that Thorin's gold madness has cleared, leaving behind the guilt and anguish of believing his hobbit died in the Battle.~

Spoonful Of Sugar by RainyDayDecaf

~“You see, before we all escaped from Mirkwood, I might have… done something. To Thranduil. Something rather petty and immature and not at all respectable.”

In which laughter cures greed, humiliation trounces pride, and even the smallest of pranks can change the course of the future.~

Fics with Frodo

The Road Delivered Us Home by keelywolfe

~In the years since Bilbo left Erebor, he has lost his respectability, gained a nephew, and gotten on with life at Bag End.

He'd left aside adventure for the comforts and peace of his little Hobbit hole, and for the love of a child who needed him. Though perhaps, adventures can yet find him.~

There Is One They Could Follow (One They Could Call Thain) by Oakensting (WorseOmens)

~Bilbo returned to the Shire after the Battle of the Five Armies, leaving Thorin behind with half of his heart.

Years slip by peacefully, until an orc-pack ravages the Shire and ruins the life-giving soil. Bilbo manages to evacuate a small number of his people before the attack, but their homeland is lost, and they are left to wander in the harsh wilds of Middle Earth.

It doesn’t take long before the hobbits begin to look east, far over the Misty Mountains cold…~

Heartbeat of the Mountain by chrystal896

~Bilbo adjusts to caring for a nephew and realizes that the Shire holds no future for him anymore. It is time to return to the mountain. With Frodo in tow, he sets off to find out if Thorin regrets his decisions and to discover if the mountain can handle not one, not two, but three troublemakers.~

An Unexpected Addition by karategalFandoms

~All of the dwarves survive the Battle of the Five Armies, but Bilbo must return to the Shire to sort out his old life and make way for a new one in Erebor. Over one year later, Bilbo comes back to the Lonely Mountain with a recently orphaned Frodo. King Thorin isn't quite sure what to make of this new, tiny addition to his Company.~

Eastern Homecomings by Sarcasmcat

~After an unprecedented Goblin attack on the Shire, Bilbo finds himself whisked back to Erebor with his son he never wanted Thorin to know about.~

Fly Away Home! by Mozarts Fantasy (MozartsFantasy)

~Had he managed to make it all this way only to be cut down just as the lonely mountain finally came into view? Glancing toward the tree where he knew his small charges to be hiding the lone hobbit summoned what was left of his strength and raced forward... a battle cry wrenched itself from his sore throat as his letter opener collided with his opponent’s weapons. If this was how he was going to die then so be it, but he would take as many of the enemy with him as possible! He would protect these children with every ounce of strength that remained in his body, even if it was the last thing he did!~

An Unexpected Son by Luthorchickv2

~Bilbo left Erebor with a treasure more precious then gold or rings. What happens when the dwarves discover Frodo? Will Thorin bend enough to admit he was wrong to force Bilbo to leave?~

Misc.

Quietus by shinigami714

~Hobbits have a defense mechanism that takes effect when they grow weak and cold. Bilbo recognizes as it begins to take hold of him during the journey to Erebor.~

None So Blind by Chrononautical

~After his heroic sacrifice on behalf of the dwarves of Erebor, Bilbo will be well cared for. Naturally, he hates the idea. Crossing half the world, riding barrels, and fighting spiders was supposed to change things. No one should need to carry him anymore. Thorin understands such pride better than most, but he will stop at nothing to have the hobbit safe in his arms.~

Meeting You for the First Time (Again) by therunawaypen

~In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin required extensive medical care. Even after it was declared he would live, he was given a powerful tonic to dull the pain.

Bilbo arrives to see if Thorin still hates him, or if his betrothed still loves him.

But a drugged Thorin doesn't know who Bilbo is. Only that he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.~

Here Be Dragons by Thorinoakentwig

~the one where Bilbo is a dragon and still gets roped into reclaiming Erebor, Gandalf is a meddling Wizard, and Bilbo may have confusing feelings for Thorin Oakenshield~

The Inevitable Love Story between Two Oblivious Idiots by Bgtea

~In which everyone sees the budding romance between Thorin and Bilbo, except, of course, for Thorin and Bilbo themselves.

Also, Dis brings the fear of God in other Dwarves and likes to meddle in her big brother's romantic life, and if she has to do this through scathingly written letters, then so be it.~

A Passion For Mushrooms by Chrononautical

~There are many trials for a hobbit attempting to make a life among dwarves. A hobbit wants a garden. A hobbit wants to eat regular meals. A hobbit wants friends, good books, and comfortable chairs. Bilbo does his best to carve out a little hobbit life for himself in the mountain. If only there were not one final obstacle. For a hobbit heart wants love, and among dwarves that is a sticky subject.~

Recovery, Redemption and Romance by Moonbeam (luvsbitca)

~When Thorin is injured in the Battle of the Five Armies, Bilbo surprises everyone with his healing abilities. Then as Erebor starts to rebuild he continues to surprise people with his knowledge and skills. On top of everything else that is occuring there is a dwarf king and a hobbit who might be trying to court one another without the other knowing - while their companions are either helpful or confusingly gleeful.~

For Better or For Worse by TheEmcee

~A long time ago, a hobbit, a Baggins of Bag End, saved a dwarf prince, one of the line of Durin, and died in the process. As a result, the dwarf prince made a vow to the dying Baggins that one day one of his line would take a Baggins as a consort to repay the hobbit for his sacrifice. Years passed and Gandalf the Grey pays Bilbo Baggins a visit that will change his life for better or for worse.~

The Goblin and The Took by GiganticBearLemonade14

~Goblins have long and bitter memories but luckily hobbits have better aim.

Or, after his escape from Gollum, Bilbo stumbles upon the Company a little earlier than we see in the film, and proves himself more of a Took than anyone expected.~

The Color of Possibility by lindoreda

~When Bilbo puts himself between Thorin and Azog's blade, his mithril shirt protecting them both, it isn't long before some dwarves whisper that 'Oakenshield' might not be the best epithet for their king anymore. But for Bilbo, barred from Thorin's sight since the battle, this new epithet only adds to the sting. Spending his days caring for the recovering princes, Bilbo wonders how much more of this he can take, not suspecting his place at the center of a silent divide in the company.~

A Pretty Face by panickyintheuk

~Bilbo does his best to prove that he isn't completely shallow. The Company doesn't seem convinced, for some reason.~

Not Everyone Sees It by alkjira

~Already as a child Thorin learnt that he was not what anyone would call attractive, much less beautiful. (Thorin is ugly. Discuss.)~

Splitting Hairs by orphan_account

~Bilbo misinterprets some court gossip. He cuts his hair. Chaos ensues.~

A Simple Touch by SOABA

~Bilbo Baggins accidentally kills Smaug and has to figure out how to go tell the Dwarrow who are waiting for him to come back with that stupid stone.~

lay your troubles down by Avelera

~An extended version of "the acorn scene." Bilbo sees his chance to snap Thorin out of his madness, and takes it.~

The things left unsaid by Nirindel

~He was dying. That’s what you get from desperately trying to save a stubborn dwarf king, Bilbo thought bitterly as he tightly clenched the wound in his side. Although, the funny thing was, he would probably do it again, even knowing the consequences.~

If I could give my breath away (I would) by StupidFatPenguin

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

Zazin Amsâl by airebellah

~Throughout the quest to reclaim Erebor, Bilbo learned to deal with the many vexing behaviours of the Dwarves. One thing he could never adapt to, however, was their belief in superstition.~

The Age of Miscommunication by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

~“It’s got such a presence to it, even from a distance,” Bilbo says softly, and there’s a general murmur of awed agreement from the others. “Why, in all my fifty years, I never thought I’d see such a thing, and we haven’t even arrived yet!”

Thorin’s sword hits the ground with a clatter, and Balin chokes on his pipe.

The hobbit doesn’t look at Thorin, too busy thumping Balin on the back. Once the dwarf seems able to breathe again, he looks up, to find thirteen wide pairs of eyes fixed on him.

“What?” he says defensively, though he’s not sure what he’s defending.

“You’re how old?” Kíli squeaks.~

Colour-struck by northerntrash

~Soul mates are like adventures, Bilbo had often consoled himself. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things that made you late for dinner. It was no great hardship that he had never met his, even if he couldn't tell which of his petunias were blue and which were purple.~

Not All That Glitters (Is Good For Your Health) by comatosecombat

~In his attempt to distract Smaug from attacking Lake-town, Bilbo accidentally destroys the One Ring of Power, saves the day and brings peace on Middle-Earth.

When it comes to him and Thorin, that resolves absolutely nothing.~

One of These Days (Again and Again) by authoressjean

~By a curse or a blessing from the Valar, Bilbo finds himself repeating the same horrific day of war outside of Erebor again and again. His repeats are always triggered when someone from the company falls. He suffers days and days on his own before the others begin to repeat the day with him.~

Customary by an_odd_ducky

~Hobbits rub noses to greet each other - a fact the dwarves don't know until they arrive in Rivendell and Elrond greets a surprised Bilbo by rubbing their noses together. Some of the company find it quite amusing, but Thorin is less than pleased. Fluff!~

A Hairy Misunderstanding by amethystviolist

~Bilbo was thrilled to finally sit down and trim his hair after long, long months on the road to Erebor. But when Thorin discovers Bilbo giving himself a haircut, all hell breaks loose. Bilbo is confused, the dwarves are all very worried and loud, and turns out there's some significant cultural differences no one thought to discuss with the resident hobbit. And a good pair of scissors have to pay the price for their misunderstanding.~

Oh, Son of A--- by StrivingArtist

~Imagine how pissed off you would be if you somehow ended up in Middle Earth in time to help, but you didn’t speak Westron. Or Sindarin. Or Khuzdul. All you have are proper nouns, and some random phrases like Mellon, and Amralime, and, oh yeah, the inscription from the One ring. because that’s going to go over well when you start spouting off long forgotten verse in the black tongue of Mordor…. So instead of eloquently explaining yourself and saving lives and falling in love with a character of your choice, you have to chase them around like a slightly more verbose Hodor, trying to learn a language and keep the dumb bastards alive.~

King's Ransom by Farasha

~Rather than offering Bard and Thranduil the Arkenstone, Bilbo offers to give them his share of the treasure if they will please go away. Unfortunately, neither of them is willing to believe Thorin will hand it over - which leads to a ransom plan that is, in Bilbo's opinion, quite ridiculous and doomed to fail from the start. But at least that blasted stone is out of the mountain.~

A King's Ransom by lilithiumwords

~"I have come to receive my claim of the treasure of the Kingdom of Erebor, as promised in my contract of employment signed by Thorin, son of Thráin, and Balin, son of Fundin. To get to the point, this jewel is worth a king's ransom. So, I'd like to trade for that, please. The king. Now."~

Great Things in Small Packages by pagination

~“Look,” Thorin said to Dwalin, after the halfling had miraculously survived a hundred foot fall and caught up with them after escaping a mountain full of ravenous goblins, the entire company had been cornered on a cliff by wargs and set fire to the trees they were on, Thorin himself had managed to avoid getting decapitated, and the whole lot of them had gotten an unexpected ride by oliphant-sized talking eagles. The halfling was still bubbling happily nearby, his stupidly beautiful eyes wide open and fawn-like. “Look,” Thorin said again, a little more firmly. “There’s something not right about all this.”~

Roots by xxSparksxx

~Here in Erebor, among the Dwarves who had reclaimed their home with blood and sweat, Bilbo could almost forget that he was a Hobbit of the Shire. He could almost forget that Hobbits were not as other beings of Middle-earth, and that a mountain devoid of rich plant life was not the place for one such as he.~

Fauntlery (continued) by orphan_account

~Drafting a contract is a gravely serious task in Dwarrow culture; a contract concerning courtship, betrothal, and marriage even more so. Bilbo, the formerly respectable Hobbit of Bag End, was no stranger to the business of contracts, although he seemed to have underestimated the vigor with which the scribes of Erebor took to their task. Despite Dwarven confusion, there are some things a Hobbit simply requires, even if that Hobbit will live in Erebor.~

Dwarven Standards by FandomFanficsGalore

~Based on the head canon I saw on Tumblr that Thorin is ugly in dwarf standards.

Well, Bilbo happens to disagree heartily. The company takes a break to bathe in a river during their journey. Misunderstandings occur and revelations are had.~

To Choose a Consort by Thevaen

~Thorin had to choose a consort. He knew that, and he also knew he didn't want a consort that was not the Hobbit. He doesn't, and instead stubbornly waits for a sign that the Hobbit himself would be willing to be such.~

Bilbo's Hair by StupidFatPenguin

~Through various events concerning his stray mess of outgrowing curls Bilbo finds he is much wiser – and much more included – in the culture of the dwarves.~

The Emerald Dragon Of Erebor by HildyJ for Asainaussie

~Many stories are told about dragons in Middle-earth, of their unfathomable largeness, their untold cruelty, and their greed. The story of Thorin Oakenshield’s quest also ends with a dragon – two, in fact: Smaug the Impenetrable and the Emerald Dragon of Erebor.~

Signs and Meanings by HildyJ

~It shouldn't matter to Thorin that the visiting hobbit cook doesn't speak his language. But it does.~

Status Symbol by littlebrownshoe (Wolfy_Tales)

~It started in Rivendell, where eyes followed Bilbo wherever he went. It happened again at Beorn's, and a third at Mirkwood. By the time they arrived at Bard's, Bilbo demanded an explanation.~

An Unexpected Hobbit by Middle_Earth_Mama

~Bilbo Baggins is not like other hobbits. In fact, the other inhabitants of The Shire wish he didn't exist, because Bilbo is different. Odd. Bilbo Baggins is a freak, and all the other hobbits know it. Thankfully, his strange talents will be most useful to a certain group of dwarves. Will he find his origins and learn to accept who he is?~

Small, But Fierce by DomesticGoddess

~As a result of a magical mishap during the trip to the lonely mountain, Bilbo is reverted to a wee little hobbitling. Only in body, of course. His adult mind is still very aware of the indignity of it all (seriously! He doesn't need to be coddled, carried, and fed like a child). It turns out, dwarves love children and there is nothing cuter than Hobbit children. ~

again and again and again by marzipan_menthol

~Bilbo can't die, and the company finds out much sooner than he had planned (implying he had been meaning to tell them at all, but, well, Bilbo would be a fool to believe anything would go as planned on this confounded journey).~

The Fine Print by airebellah

~It had been many years since Bilbo had seen his Dwarves. Driven by his loneliness and nostalgia, one night he decided to re-read the contract he had signed so many years ago, hoping to find catharsis. Instead, what he found was burning rage at all the ridiculous clauses the Dwarves had slipped in without his notice.~

Call You Home by northerntrash

~In which the Company are entirely too nosy about matters that are supposed to be a secret, and Bilbo learns that being concerned about propriety is overrated when you could be making friends instead.~

A Smith and his Forge by acervate

~Bilbo's door gets jammed one day. Luckily, a company of dwarves just so happened to have set up shop in front of the old smithy.~

Invisible vs Indivisible by Moirai

~The group of companions are ambushed at night by Orcs, who succesfully capture Bilbo. Fearing that their comrade is dead, the group moves on. Bilbo manages to escape by slipping on the ring and returns to the group, remaining invisible to everyone else. Seeing them mourn, he decides to keep the ring on until he finds the perfect moment to reveal himself. ~

Words are Important to Hobbits by TheAdventures_of_Me

~After the goblin caves, Bilbo eagerly rejoins the company only to find that they can't see him. Unsure of why he's invisible to them, Bilbo decides to follow the dwarves on the rest of their quest, only to find that they are quite vocal about what they think of him.~

heart of fire by Luxio_Nyx *New

~Every Hobbit in the Shire has a Season. The children of Summer are known for their fires, the Springs for their skills at gardening and healing, and the Autumns for the winds that they can bend to their will. Bilbo Baggins has a different Season, a cursed Season.~

The Oak and The Ash by sunryder *New

~Bilbo Baggins was not a particularly talented Guide. He knew that. His family knew that. Every last Hobbit in the four Farthings and Bree knew that.But that meant nothing when one morning an agony that wasn’t Bilbo’s ripped right through him, dropping him to his knees with a scream.~

Para Bellum by RyuuzaKochou *New

~Hobbits always survive; even where trained and experienced soldiers don't. Has no one ever wondered about this? Thorin and the Company learn that it takes more than luck to be small in a big world.~

#bagginshield #fic recs #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins

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lordoftherazzles · 5 months

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A (Green)House Built for Two

bagginshield | bilbo stays in erebor | 5.7k

I had the absolute honor of getting to write a fic for one of @mulasawala's wonderful Bagginshield pieces for Scribbles & Drabbles this year! I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did, and thank you to @fall-for-tolkien for organizing this amazing event!

Two years after the Battle of the Five Armies, Bilbo begins to show signs of being homesick. Unable to fathom the idea that Bilbo may want to leave the mountain for his Shire home, Thorin takes on a project to bring a little bit of the Shire's greenery to Erebor.

↳ NOW ON AO3

#scribbles & drabbles 2023 #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #hobbit fic #bagginshield fic #the hobbt #razzywrites #razzywrites: short stories #s&d2023

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i-did-not-mean-to · 12 days

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TRSB 24 Promo

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cilil · 5 months

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Scribbles & Drabbles overview

An overview of my works for @fall-for-tolkien's Scribbles & Drabbles event!

𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝟐𝟓𝒕𝒉 ~ now live!

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✧˖ "Wings Of War, Beating No More" for @ruiniel

Two Maiar meet after the war, one chasing a long lost lover, the other seeking something else. [Eönwë x Mairon]

✧˖ "Of Secret Shadow" for @ruiniel

A Maia awakens with no memories of who she used to be. Melkor offers her a second chance. [Thuringwethil character exploration]

✧˖ "The King's and Queen's Comfort" for @the-red-butterfly

After discovering the Dwarves and arguing with Aulë, Yavanna seeks comfort from her fellow Valar. Manwë and Varda take care of her until her sorrows and worries are soothed. [Threesome, smut]

✧˖ "Floating World" for @melkors-big-tits

After tedious war meetings at the Emperor's palace, Mairon decides to enjoy himself in the capital's most renowned brothel, the Taniquetil. As he searches for a courtesan to catch his interest, he finds something rather unexpected - something the Emperor himself has attempted to keep hidden... [Angbang, Edo Japan AU]

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕(𝒆𝒓) 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

✧˖ "Shrine to Melkor" for @cclumsyart

There are shrines to all Ainur in Valinor, even the fallen and disgraced among them. In which Nienna visits Melkor's shrine and reminisces.

✧˖ "Shrine to Námo" for @cclumsyart

There are shrines to all Ainur in Valinor, even the fallen and disgraced among them. In which a mysterious visitor seeks out Námo's shrine to pray for a loved one.

𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

✧˖ "Electricity between both of us" (Glorestor ficlets) for @sortumavaara

✧˖ "Of hunters, horses and other hijinks" (ficlets centered around Aredhel, Celegorm, Oromë, dogs and horses) for @ela-draws and @goschatewabn

✧˖ "Of Fire and Feathers" (Gothmog x Eönwë | Firebird ficlets) for @i-did-not-mean-to

✧˖ "5 times Melkor came for coffee & 1 time Mairon got himself a snack" (Angbang Coffeeshop AU) for @melkors-big-tits

✧˖ "Miscellaneous Melkor Mayhem" (naughty Melkor ficlets) for @melkors-big-tits

✧˖ "Handmaiden's Tale" (Melkor x Tulkas, dead dove - please heed the warnings) for @melkors-big-tits

✧˖ "Brotherly Love" (Melkor x Manwë, dead dove - please heed the warnings) for @melkors-big-tits

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔

✧˖ "Silver & Gold" for @welcomingdisaster

Míriel and Indis, silver and gold. A moment of tenderness and passion. [Smut]

✧˖ "Moonrise" for @niennawept

Watching the moon in the sky, Aredhel remembers. [Aredhel x Tilion]

✧˖ "Heart" for @mulasawala

[Modern verse, Bagginshield, Thorin has a band] Thorin comes back from his tour and reunites with his boyfriend.

✧˖ "Sweet Oil" for @z-h-i-e

Maitimo and Tyelkormo cook together. Nothing could possibly go wrong, especially nothing related to suspicious bottles and ingredients not meant for cooking.

✧˖ "A private conversation" for @sortumavaara

[AU in which Nerdanel and Anairë are co-rulers of Tirion after the departure of their husbands] Nerdanel and Anairë discuss the future of the Noldor in Valinor and the challenges they face.

✧˖ "The Meadow" for @ruiniel

[AU in which Míriel and Indis are engaged, no Finwë in sight] Míriel and Indis, strolling through Valinor together.

✧˖ "Ascension" for @the-red-butterfly

The king is dead, and Thranduil has to ascend.

✧˖ "Checking In" for @fishing4stars

Galadriel and Celeborn enjoy a game of chess.

✧˖ "Play, Pleasure & Passion" for Lferion

Nerdanel and Fëanor get ready for a night of passion.

✧˖ "Jelly and Gemstone" for @i-did-not-mean-to

A certain suspicious gem has turned up once again, and Ossë chases down a mischievous little water spirit to get it back.

✧˖ "The Start of the Journey" for @elennalore

Fëanor and Nerdanel, after their first journey together.

✧˖ "Alliance" for @goschatewabn

A chance meeting between Fëanor and Indis leads to something Finwë didn't expect.

✧˖ "Northern Lights" for Anne_Wolfe

How Arien lost a loved one and how northern lights came to be. [Arien x Mairon]

✧˖ "Only one bed (and a Balrog on it)" for @i-did-not-mean-to

A Balrog and a vampire are looking for a place to nap. Unfortunately, there is only one bed. [Nári (OC) & Thuringwethil]

✧˖ "Ever upon the shores" for @searchingforserendipity25

Wandering upon the shores, Maglor wonders if the powers that used to be his allies have utterly forsaken him. [Maglor & Ulmo, Ossë, Uinen]

✧˖ "You have mail (delivered by the Lord of Dreams himself)" for @i-did-not-mean-to

Irmo has a gift for Melkor. Melkor is not happy.

✧˖ "A New Age" for @ruiniel

[Dark cyber!Valar AU in which Melkor won the Dagor Dagorath and the Valar were captured, trapped in their fánar and twisted into new forms] They all were changed by Melkor's dark arts, and everything seems lost. Nienna, however, still has her brothers.

✧˖ "The Sorrows of Young Maedhros" for @goschatewabn

[Set during Maitimo's awkward teenage years] In which little brothers are exhausting, Fëanor and Nerdanel are trying their best and Maitimo just wants to keep a secret in peace.

✧˖ "Ineffable, Inconceivable Future" for @i-did-not-mean-to

Námo has a gift for Manwë - though is it quite what it appears to be?

✧˖ "They Loved Him For His Beauty" for @the-red-butterfly

Eärendil loses his ship during a storm, yet somehow wakes up very much alive. Who saved him? And how will he get to Valinor now?

✧˖ "Delightful Secret" for @sortumavaara

Celebrían has been turned into a man and intends to make use of it. Elrond finally admits to a certain secret fantasy he's always harboured. [Smut]

#scribbles & drabbles 2023 #my masterlist #cílil writes #my writing #heed ratings and warnings on ao3

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Bagginshield Completed Multi-Chapter Fics

The Different Shades of Bilbo's Love

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Completed: 12/30/23

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Thorin didn't think highly of hobbits until a little hobbit child wanted to become his friend. Thorin finds himself forever changed by Bilbo Baggins and the different shades of love Bilbo shares with him.

Guardian of Kings

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Completed: 1/11/22

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything.

The Marali Festival

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Completed: 2/15/22

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Bilbo thinks Thorin is ready for the next phase in their relationship after receiving an anonymous note. He spends the entirety of the dwarves’ seven day “passion” festival trying to convince Thorin that he is amiable to any courtship attempts. Only misunderstandings ensue.

One More Little Adventure

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Completed: 7/4/22

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Collaboration: @mulasawala

Summary: Bilbo is wondering whether remaining in Erebor is the right decision anymore, and a misunderstanding with Thorin solidifies his choice in leaving. However, before he can go anywhere, Bilbo's acorn he picked up from Beorn's garden takes matters into its own hands and shrinks the both of them. Bilbo and Thorin must now fight their way up the mountainside at two inches tall, bickering the whole way. Looks like they are in for one more little adventure together.

Secrets in the Blue Mountain Apartment

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Completed: 11/30/22

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Collaboration: @thotinshield

Companion Fic: What Happened in 30C

Summary: Dis finally had a serious boyfriend she was actually excited about. The only problem is that he's friends with her older brother, and they might not have told him yet.

They Stole My Heart (Along with the Rest of Him)

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Completed: 12/10/23

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Collaboration: @lordoftherazzles

Summary: After departing less than amicably, Thorin and Bilbo find themselves pining over memories and questions of ‘what if’ without any courage to seek out the answers themselves. So their friends and family step in to help…some more forcefully than others.

#sunny's fics #my masterlist #the hobbit #bagginshield

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Crowley, Imprisoned

@mulasawala and I have co-created a piece of art & writing for the @do-it-with-style-events 2023 Good Omens Reverse Bang !!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51645259

The gummy bears are bleeding human blood. A waste.

Crowley had enjoyed the only one he was allowed to try. Held in his mouth for a long time to draw out the experience, tongue tracing the smooth little curves, slowly sucking out the sweetness, a hint of peppermint, a tang of acid. Only when he risked its complete decomposition had he chewed it with unpractised jaws. Like jelly, only tougher, putting up more resistance.

His teeth had felt unfamiliar, tongue rougher than it used to be. Not enough saliva. He is rarely given anything to eat.

A handful of eight gummy bears lie scattered carelessly a few metres outside of his circle. Once, it would have been a trifle to wave a finger, apply some willpower, and have them in his hand.

Gum-my-be-ars. He holds the words in his silent mouth. Such strange new creations the humans of the World far away have concocted. New candies have appeared more frequently as his captor’s twisted parties became regular occurrences. Somewhere, the Great War is probably over. It makes no difference.

The blood does not dissuade him. It might add a sharp piquancy. The little candy creatures ooze the dark liquid, swimming in a pool rapidly bronzing into a sticky stain. He runs his tongue along the sharp metal bar of his cage to distract from the saliva forming around his teeth.

A thin scrap of dainty fabric dips a corner into the dark stain. The soft silk stocking was once a pure cream colour. Now, it has a long rip along its length where it was torn, catching on the protruding, hard buckle of a stout leather belt. It might still have the thick, oily scent of deerskin, of the harsh bronze that tore it.

Flung across the room lies the garter that had once held up the stocking. In a matching cream, it is like the last tooth left in a gaping, bloodied mouth. He remembers a young woman’s yelp as the fabric tore and the resounding slap of leather on flesh that followed.

As he stares at the white elastic across the room, he loses himself in an ambitious fantasy – he lets himself dream that he might not be bound to the circle, that he might instead be bound to the entire basement. What an absurd luxury it would be to have four whole walls, complete with corners.

What might that be like?

Imagine having walls instead of bars – his domain would be twenty times bigger than the circle. It would include the claw-footed brass chair, its rough surface promising a cornucopia of aromas. All the ways he might perch on it, the days of entertainment contemplating its many curves up close! How many more dents and imperfections might he be able to observe along its surface, if it were not on the other side of this room?

All the new and interesting configurations he could languish in.

His latest favourite languishing position is on his back, hips twisted so that one leg is hitched up against the floor, the other lying straight, his arms stretched up, up, up, pulling his shoulder blades back, pressing against his ears. If he squeezes all his limbs just so, he can cause his vision to black out. Pinpricks of light appear in the gaping darkness where his field of view should be.

For a moment, he can remember what the stars look like.

Stars. He is swimming in them. Galaxies swarm into life beneath his hands with kaleidoscopic force; purple hearts pulse in greeting; each tiny explosion the rattling gasp of a newborn’s cry. Because he wills it, because he dreams it, so it is.

He sits up.

Crowley has rules. It is how he has survived. There are things he is not allowed. He re-focuses his mind on the gummy bears.

The telltale creak of boots on the stairs announces the imminent arrival of company. Another of Crowley’s rules: he will not react. And so, he does not move a single hair, does not even cover his hideous nakedness, does not curl up or shy away as familiar dark brogues enter the room in confident strides.

He does not in any way acknowledge this person’s arrival, which never fails to irritate. Oh, how Crowley knows this man.

The claw-footed chair is dragged closer to his cage. Better viewing distance. Crowley can sense a long talk coming. These are usually irritating. He will while away the time it takes by imagining all the ways he would destroy this man, inside out. It would be so easy.

Throw him into a dream where he is the King of all the World; have women and men in power throw themselves at him; have him enthroned in the grandest of coronations. Let them sing his praises from every shit-stained rooftop, every bunged-up armchair, every soot-soaked alleyway.

And then, when he’s at the highest he has ever been: break him.

It wouldn’t be hard. For the man who wants unlimited power, simply strip it back, bit by bit, piece by piece. Do unto him as he has done unto others. Every ounce of pain, every lash of the whip, every woman forced. Let him experience all of it. Take away all his power until he is nothing. Until all he has is metal bars and a binding circle, not even a scrap of cloth to cover him, not even a voice to speak with. Leave him there.

Oh, how Crowley knows this man.

He sits on the chair, stooping over, knees on his thighs, hands supporting his chin. His mood is dark turquoise; heavy but low in energy. Thankfully, Crowley detects no undercurrent of violence.

“I’ll get it right this time,” says Burgess, “I’ll get it right.”

He runs a hand over his face. His head sags, shoulders forming sharp, twin hills. Whether he is talking to his prisoner or himself is unclear and makes no difference.

“It has to work. It must work. This time will be different.”

He pauses.

“You will help me, whatever the fuck you are. You’ll help me succeed where I failed when I captured you. I know what we did wrong that night…we didn’t go all the way. It wasn’t a big enough sacrifice. Well, I’m not taking any half-measures this time. We’ll get it right, and you’re going to make sure of it.”

Crowley finds the use of the imperative so entertaining. Will. Must. What must he do exactly? A being with no powers; no clothing; no dignity; no voice. He is not even capable of an audible gasp of shock. All he has is his refusal and his shredded pride. So, he does not react.

He continues to gaze with limpid eyes at the gummy bears which are still there, unmoved. Burgess has not noticed them.

The man talks some more, mostly repetitive stuff, easily tuned out. The chair gets pulled back over to its customary corner. Some quiet time.

But then people. A small stream of robed figures clunking down the narrow staircase. The first few bring small tables which they place against the far wall. Not there! Crowley would yell if he could, that’s off-centre! But they are unconcerned. They have no interest in interior design.

They bring candles next. Lots of candles.

What is it with these ritual-obsessed types and their candles? A precarious and flammable habit. Too easily knocked over. An easy source of disruption. Inviting pyromania. If only he could just send out a little nudge… He reaches with his will. But of course, nothing happens. Nothing has happened for a long time. It is lost, along with his voice.

As the décor operation continues, Crowley muses that it must be nearing Burgess’ favourite time. Somewhere, it is night-time, out there in a World he is no longer part of, does not dwell on, will not let himself remember. Knowing Burgess, it will be approaching midnight. Superstitious wanker.

Sandalwood incense is lit. The only smell heady enough to mask the scent of blood and much worse bodily fluids that can’t be scrubbed out of the room. The thin thread of smoke is woody, smoky, and pungent but undercut with anxiety because he knows what accompanies it.

It is only when they attempt magic that the sandalwood comes out.

They draw a circle to mirror Crowley’s in bright chalk and runes he might once have recognised. One of the Believers is clutching at a book. He imagines it is probably 120 Days of Sodom. Naturally, all of them are fans.

Burgess’ deep voice is murmuring upstairs, directly above. Footsteps sound – more than one pair. Someone brought into the study that hides the basement.

A short time later, the man re-emerges, but the person who follows him is distinctly lacking Believer’s robes.

The girl glows. She is a bright sprig of garlic flower petals; her creamy sleeping shift dazzling amongst burlap-sack figures, a fragile light against the indigo of gloomy basement. Her skin is rough, freckles and pimples dust her cheekbones, her hair limp and dull, a lacklustre mousy brown. Yet she radiates with the fragile uncertainty of youth and worse, far, far worse, Crowley knows what she is here for.

This, he cannot ignore.

He sits up. He pushes himself as far against the cage bars as he can, clutching them, knuckles going white.

Does she know? His eyes seek her, reaching for her – trying to express, voiceless, his word of warning. Burgess had said, hadn’t he? It wasn’t a big enough sacrifice… They guide her to the new circle they have drawn. She goes willingly, expression unchanging, peaceful.

Get out! He mouths at her, Get out! Over and over, hoping she will glance his way. His fists rattle against the cage.

“Interesting creature, isn’t it?” says Burgess as he runs a hand through the girl’s hair, “all these years and it just sits there, half asleep. But now - now it responds. It has some kind of heart after all.”

He cradles her face and positions her chin so that she must look directly towards the cage. She is limp, obedient to his will. Why isn’t she fleeing? Her wide, brown eyes finally find Crowley’s yellow ones. He is still mouthing at her over and over, but her eyes are glassy, unfocused, distant. Her gaze looks right through him.

She retreats into herself and avoids Crowley’s urgent gaze as the ceremony begins. Through the chanting, the burning of objects, the spilling of blood, and the making of potions, she does not look at him again.

It is only as Burgess withdraws the dagger, his favourite, the one engraved with his initials, then the girl finally jostles herself and raises a hand.

“Wait,” she says, “Can…can we say a prayer together?”

He pauses. Then, “of course, sweet child.”

The dagger is tucked back into its holder. Around the room, every chin is lowered, every head ducked in prayer. Burgess clasps his hands behind his back and closes his eyes.

But the girl, the girl isn’t praying. That’s not what she’s doing. Her eyes are wide open. She looks at Crowley once, gives him the slightest of nods and leaps to her feet, pulling up her skirt to reveal a blade she has strapped to her thigh.

“IT’S HIM!” she yells, in a voice so loud and confident it immediately rips away the docile, innocent demeanour. Before anyone can react to her call, she thrusts the blade into Burgess’ stomach, her expression transformed into one of hatred.

His mouth falls open as he grasps the wound.

“Fuck! You little shit… don’t let her leave! To think, you should have harboured this malintent all this time…” if her expression is one of hatred, his morphs into something monstrously dark and ugly, “you will not get away with this, girl. You will need to be punished before we sacrifice you. Punished well. Don’t think you will be leaving.”

Two robed figures block the exit. A third retreats up the rickety stairs. The last two grab her shoulders, even as she flails and kicks in their grasp. Her blade is still embedded in Burgess’ side. He paces towards her, one hand on his wound, one hand coming to grasp her throat. Tight.

Crowley looks away. When they do not make him watch the things they do in the basement, he will not make himself.

He can still hear and smell. There is no way to turn those senses off (he has tried).

There is a faint crackle reminiscent of lightning accompanied by the rustle of paper and the musty scent of old books. Several, pronounced, bodily thuds - weights hitting the floor. Heaving intakes of breath, rickety and rasping. The dull clatter of a wooden handle on wooden floorboards.

Footsteps approaching the cage. He is still curled up, turned away from it all.

A rough sob of concern, and then a familiar voice. A voice he has tried so hard to forget. A voice that cannot possibly be real.

“Crowley?”

His angel’s voice. An angel belonging to a world long ago, a different life, a different being than him. He knows better than to believe it. He won’t turn towards it. He has spent too long lost in dreams, in fantasies. In exactly these moments of deepest, most despairing violence, his imagination will conjure up that which he misses the most.

“Crowley, it’s me. It’s Aziraphale. I found you…I finally found you. Oh, my dear…I am so, so, sorry it took me so long. You were hidden from me. What have they done to you…”

Another set of footsteps approaches. It can only be the girl, all in white, who had stabbed Burgess. “Mr Fell,” she says, throat creaking, “it’s him then? The one you’ve been searching for all these years?”

“Yes. It’s him,” voice trembling and soft. So soft. “Thank you – I couldn’t have found him without your assistance.”

“Thank me later. Right now, we need to get out of here, fast. There’ll be more of them.”

“Right. Right, yes, of course.”

The click of fingers.

A great constricting pressure vanishes as if he has surfaced after being trapped underwater at a great depth. Something is different. But still, he does not trust it. He keeps his eyes pressed shut and curls tighter in on himself. This is one of the nicer fantasies.

He cannot help wanting the hand on his shoulder to be real. It feels real. The palm warm, the fingers short and thick. Two arms gather him, the swaddling softness of fresh fabric appearing over his naked figure, fibres delicate, soft as clouds. The arms that cradle him are solid and strong. He is enveloped by the smell of chocolate, old curtains, tea with a dash of lemon.

So overpowering are the sensations that tears spring to his eyes. So focused is he on drinking in that old, familiar scent that he does not notice the motions, the sound of stairs creaking, the shock of an air change, the muffled steps on the carpet beneath them, the chiming of a mahogany grandfather clock, the quickly stifled gasp of a servant followed by a thud, heavy front doors opening on their own.

And then: fresh air.

It is enough to shock him awake. His eyes snap open as he drinks in the flavours.

His view is obscured by a beige overcoat and a shock of white hair, but above that – stars. With hungry eyes, he drinks in the deep, velveteen depths of the night sky. How could he ever have forgotten the magic of that ever-shifting tapestry, crested by a silvery moon?

He is bundled into a horseless carriage, but Aziraphale’s arms never leave him. He is cradled, held firm, limbs sprawled over the back seat, head resting on the angel’s thigh. Thrown backwards against the backrest as the vehicle careens away at speed.

Only then does he believe.

His unpractised fingers clutch at the arm cradling him, watery eyes finding the angel’s blue ones. He opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a rasp.

“It’s alright,” Aziraphale says, and only then does Crowley realise the angel has been repeating this over and over, “I’ve got you. We found you. You’re free, Crowley, you’re free.”

Drops of water hit his nose. Lines streak the angel’s cheeks.

“Angel.” Crowley finally manages. He can speak again. It has been so, so very long.

He is free.

#crowley #good omens #go #do it with style #reverse bang #event #my fics #mygofic #aziraphale #inspired by the sandman #ineffable husbands #good omens fanart #good omens fanfic #go fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #hurt/comfort #hurt crowley #aziraphale to the rescue

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adder24 · 6 months

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An Update is coming!

@hellostickerdoodle @the-boneyard-rider @myfriendtheurbanlegend @nuggsmum @nuggsmumreads @untilthe12ofnever @reeselivesforeverinmyheart @moviesaremylife @dontgetfunny @emelinelovesjc @mulasawala @imelopsittacus

I dunno who else to tag because I have no idea who wants to read it...I'm just throwing it out into the universe.

#Tales from the reapers scythe #original fiction #Original Writing #Reapers #Supernatural #My Name sake #Adder

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fellowshipofthefics · 1 year

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Welcome to the masterlist for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration! Under the cut you’ll find all of the works in the collection in alphabetical order. Mind the tags and ratings, and be sure to kudos and comment on any works you’ve enjoyed! Thank you everyone for participating!

The Apartments by snowmissus (soul_of_blaze) and SunnyRose Thorin and his siblings have always maintained a certain dynamic - it has always been the three of them. Just the three of them.

And then Dís went and messed that all up. Thorin had absolutely nothing at all to do with that. Nope.

Bottled Up by Heilith and sandwich11213 How do you pay for a thing you didn't want? For the prompt "Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses".

Ghosts of a Rainy Night by daughterofshadows and MulaSaWala There for a moment, but gone the next second. There are many creatures hiding in Mirkwood, but few are as elusive as this one. Have Tauriel and Beriathal encountered a ghost?

How Long Shall We Mourn in the Dark by Previouslyonjuicifer and tinnurin When they were crafted, Orcrist and Glamdring knew that they would see battle one day. But they didn't expect that the valiant Elves that wielded them would ever be defeated. Nor did they expect the arduous journey that happened to them afterwards.

I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me by Moongazer12 and calliosaura "It's not unusual for political marriages between young heirs to occur to unite kingdoms, but...I don't even swing that way!"

I Wanna Name a Drink After You by Blueberryrock and mattimeous At White Stag Tea, Bard has found somewhere he can settle in to write, keep cozy with a delicious cup of chai tea, and listen to the dreamy tunes playing over the speakers. Oh, and pine after the handsome shop owner working behind the counter.

The Importance of Family by freshVanilla and brglhobbit A gallery of Bilbo and Thorin's relationship over the years.

Labor of Love by Scyllas_revenge and BlueberryHobbit Eager for some peace and quiet from the dwarves, Bilbo goes exploring in Rivendell and comes across a moody, awkward young Estel, who's fallen head over heels in love with Lady Arwen.

Despite never having talked to her before (and despite being all of ten years old) Estel is determined to write her a love letter before she returns to Lothlorien. Can Bilbo snap him out of it?

Lessons by BiSquared and FiannaRain Five times Thranduil got parenting advice and one time he gave it.

A Little Victim-less Crime by SplinteredEmotions and StarDryad a maia escapes from what was meant to be their tomb in the depths of Moria and stumbles upon a dwarven caravan.

Midnight Ride by I_did_not_mean_to and peppermintError Peaceful Days at the Last Homely House

Moments Between by bluecaeri and nottoolateforthegame Bilbo and Thorin's budding relationship as seen through the eyes of the company. For prompt "more time during the quest for company bonding".

The (Moving) Company of Thorin Oakenshield by miztes and pralinebaggins "The Company is Middle Earth's best cross-continent moving company. Call Bilbo Baggins for a quote today!"

Bilbo Baggins applies for a new job. Things aren't exactly what he expected.

A (not so) Perfect Shot by Guardianofrivendell and trickster_goddess Kíli and meetings don't go together. After a long line of endless negotiations in Mirkwood he has enough and demands a free afternoon. Wandering through Mirkwood, he sees someone practicing with a bow and arrow. They're not very good at it and Kíli being Kíli, he doesn't spare them. Enter teacher Kíli.

Oh Brother Where Art Thou by BRose87 and Frosticenow In which an injured Prince Frerin finds himself in an unlikely position with his memories gone and surrounded by peculiar creatures with large feet and a fondness for being kind.

The Quest Through Europe by highlynerdy and SwanFloatieKnight In hindsight, maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to start a quest as important as this one on the 13th of April. Thirteen meant bad luck, and that was something they definitely never really ran out of during their whole journey.

The company's trip through Europe as Kíli's travel journal.

Retrieving Mr. Baggins by CuervoDeErebor and highlynerdy Thorin had been so pale the last time Bilbo had seen him. Lying bruised and barely lucid, in the healing tent at the foot of Erebor. He looked impossibly small. It wasn’t pleasant to see Thorin reduced to such stillness. Bilbo had held back tears then, wanting to reach out to him. But in the end, he'd kept his hands to himself, knowing full well that Thorin wouldn’t welcome his touch or pity. Bilbo was technically still banished after all - no matter what had happened on Ravenhill. He would never push for more than Thorin was ready to give.

Before Bilbo could get too lost in these melancholy memories, he heard the kettle whistling and the distinctly heavy footsteps of his guest coming down the hall.

“So,” Bilbo turned with a slightly forced smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having the King of Erebor in Bag End again? Not that I’m not very pleased to see you, of course!”

Our favorite Dwarven King makes a surprise visit to Bag End. And Bilbo is not quite sure what's happening.

Secrets and Heirs by hellsite_user_writes and midearthwritings Everyone in Ered Luin is keeping a secret, and young Kili is getting annoyed.

A Series of Unexpected Adventures by daughterofshadows and Zhie The Old Took's birthday is coming up and everyone is busy with the preparations. Join Bilbo as he collects berries for his papa, finds his way through the corn maze and plays a round of hole-in-one golf. Play along and find out where the story takes you!

A Smial for One's Own by a_boar_named_barry and SwanFloatieKnight Bilbo Baggins definitely had his hobbit hands full caring for his the grandest smial in Hobbiton, and his home, Bag End. And caring for the grandest home meant fighting off those no-good solicitors looking to take Bag End for themselves. But since when did the solicitors get this handsome?

Song as Old as Rhyme by I_did_not_mean_to and Dimdiamond Ori - a popular but elusive author - is invited to a reading in a small bookshop. He's nervous to be perceived by his audience and thankful that his best friend Fíli accompanies him, backed-up by his stern uncle Thorin.

Meanwhile, Bilbo Baggins - proud owner of the said bookshop - can't wait to surprise his employee and friend with a reading from her favourite author. How will all these people fare when their most intimate longings and their jealously guarded secrets of loneliness and existential fear starting clashing?

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met by LordOfTheRazzles and MiraHerondale 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.

A Thief's Plan by Jana_CaisdeShips and Sunshroom42 Bilbo and Thorin have been married about a year, but their relationship is passing throught some issues. Bilbo is missing his king, and Thorin is overworking himself because Erebor is finally being repopulated. Nori and Dwalin are tired of this situation and do something about it.

Three Bracelets and a Loaf of Bread by Frosticenow and Ragsweas Dis works hard with and for her people. Even if little dwarflings are being spoiled by their adad (father).

A Total Knockout by CullenDraws and lukarian Dwarven Culture/Customs that confuse other races, in which Bilbo gets to experience a dwarven greeting firsthand

The Trouble with Little Hobbits by thehufflepuffhobbit and sandwich11213 Bilbo and Thorin accidentally agree to watch four young hobbits at once. They are not prepared for the chaos.

The Unexpected Collaboration of Bilbo and Lobelia by Milliethekitty27 and StarDryad When Bilbo hears someone talking shit about his husband and nephew, he has to work with the one person he’d never thought he’d work with again to get rid of them.

Well, at least Lobelia might stop stealing his spoons.

#the hobbit fic #thauc22

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