The Consort (complete)
The Consort (11364 words) by downstar
Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield
Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Balin (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Domestic Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Established Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Fluff, Consort Bilbo Baggins, POV Bilbo Baggins, Sassy Bilbo Baggins, Misunderstandings, Dwarf & Hobbit Cultural Differences, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Dwarf Gender Concepts, Dwarf Courting, Domestic Fluff, Non-Graphic Smut, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Cultural Differences, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Boyfriends, Gentleness
Series: Part 2 of The Quiet Moments - Bilbo and Thorin
Summary:
After a confession of their feelings, Bilbo returns to Erebor with Thorin. The great city is in the process of rebuilding, and Thorin is settling into his role as his king. Word is getting around that their king has asked an outsider - a hobbit! - to be his consort. Can their burgeoning relationship survive the pressures of kingship and cultural misunderstandings?
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This fic carries on in continuity from my one-shot The King and the Hobbit. It's part of a series of one-shots or short pieces that exist within the same continuity and in the same timeline. Check the previous fic in this collection for the story of how the two of them got together.
Excerpt:
One evening, a few weeks into his stay in Erebor, Bilbo sat hunched over a heavy metal desk, perched high on a pair of cushions, his hairy feet dangling off the edge of the chair. He’d been hard at work for hours, drafting what would one day become the first chapter of their fated quest.
Thorin approached him from behind and set his hand on Bilbo’s shoulder. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m going to sleep. Join me when you’re ready. Don’t hurry on my account. Your candlelight does not bother me.”
“Mhmm, be there soon,” replied Bilbo, his brow furrowed in concentration as he mouthed the words of the sentence he was trying to get just right. “Ah, Thorin, Thorin…” he looked up suddenly and swiveled around.
Thorin had just finished ducking out of his embroidered tunic. The flickering light of the roaring hearth set into the wall and the dim glow of the sunstones huddled up against Bilbo’s plants tossed flattering shadows across the thick muscle of his back. It also highlighted the pure white scar tissue rimmed in silver where Azog’s blade had sliced him through. Elvish medicine had saved his life, but he would always bear the mark of his nemesis and feel the wound echoed in the movement of his body.
Thorin looked over his shoulder and lifted a brow when Bilbo called his name. “Mhmm?”
Bilbo found himself staring. He still wasn’t used to seeing the dwarven king in a state of undress, especially in so casual and intimate a moment. A physique such as Thorin’s was unknown among hobbits, which went some of the way towards explaining why Bilbo had never found a lover among his own kind. There was much more there, of course, but the physical nature of his attraction had caught him off-guard more than once since he’d found the courage to acknowledge it.
Thorin noticed Bilbo’s wandering gaze and turned around. He made a bit of a cheeky show of leaning up against the wall next to the hearth, as if aware that the firelight did much to flatter his body.
Bilbo swallowed, twitched his nose and tap-tapped his pen against a spare bit of paper he used to blot the ink. “Do you…” he cleared his throat, “...do you think there’s someone who could teach me Khuzdul? I should like to add some dwarvish script to my book. I’ve also heard that Smaug left the archive virtually untouched and there are many wonderful and ancient tomes that are still in good condition. But I can’t read any of them. And that…” he rapped his pen again, “... is a speeeeecial kind of torture.”
Thorin was a stoic man, capable of very subtle expressions. But the delight at hearing Bilbo’s request was immediate and obvious. He smiled, his eyes lighting up as warm as hearthfire. He crossed the great chamber to Bilbo’s side and reached out to cup his cheek. “I will send for a scholar from the Iron Hills to be your tutor. You will have the advantage of learning under a master of languages.”
“That’s really not necessary. I can muddle along with some references and a helper. I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble,” Bilbo replied. He felt the tips of his ears burn red, and he was suddenly grateful for the mess of his hair and the low shimmer of light.
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Yavanna and the Growing of the Hobbits
A little bit of fanart for my latest chapter of my Bagginshield fic Chosen Horizons, with a little bit of my headcannon on hobbit origins!
I'm not very happy with how this picture came out, but lately, my art demon hasn't been possessing me as much, so I just wanted to draw, get it out, no matter the final result. Maybe someday I'll re-do this, but we'll see.
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attempting to find a specific bagginshield fic!!!!! pls help.
post-bofta thorin lives au. bilbo is still in erebor. however, this is immediately post bofta and the fic is set basically in the camp outside the mountain. thorin is still seriously injured and much of it is set in his tent. dis is there, i believe, and she is barely speaking to thorin. bilbo and thorin are still dancing around each other. it contains this (or a similar) incredible line:
He had worn his armor like a crown, but now that he has the real thing, it’s not quite what he imagined.
Well, the thing is he didn’t imagine it, really. He never stopped to think about what would happen after because he couldn’t.
i believe it is a wip. and probably about 30k.
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[Chosen Horizons]
[Prologue Part 4 of 4]
[5,595 words]
Amidst the mountains and waterfalls of Rivendell, Bilbo finds a sanctuary where he can be himself and explore his gift. Though he splits his time between the Shire and Rivendell, his heart feels most at ease in the mystical realm where he finds solace and healing.
Art of Bilbo in some traditional Elvish (children's) garb.
(the "B" in the background is actually the "B" section from my flower dictionary...I thought it looked nice. Also, the green/blue and yellow books are two of my copies of the hobbit. Just a fun little tid-bit!)
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Dragonhearted by LordOfTheRazzles
bagginshield | beauty and the beast au | explicit
Thorin lives a life of solitude since Smaug’s curse fell upon Erebor. That is until a brave hobbit turns the mountain upside down with little fear of Thorin’s snarls, scales, enchanted company, and learns to love a beast.
↳ NOW ON AO3
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Another bonus post because I HAD TO, I SIMPLY COULD NOT MOVE ON WITH LIFE before drawing this beautiful scene from @lordoftherazzles bookbinder//songwriter au which-
Y’all, you just have to check it out here! I cannot wait to get up to date on this fic and start on the next one >:D
Drawing Thorin with tender™️ expressions gives me LIFE and so does this beautiful-amazing-fantastic AU. Oh, how my heart flutters!
Edit: Closeups for all of you folks who don’t use mobile!
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“I heard you died.”
Bilbo was snapped out of this thoughts as he turned to Frodo. The hobbit took a deep breath, sighing and closing his eyes. “I … I did, yes. I died.” He swallowed hard as he opened his eyes. It wasn’t pleasant to think about. “I spoke with Yavanna. She … she said she would bring me back if I stayed in Erebor, and, by Thorin’s side.”
Frodo snapped up into a seated position. “You what?”
Bilbo said nothing. He wasn’t sure if he was ashamed or embarrassed, but whatever it was, it didn’t feel good.
“You made a deal with Our Lady of the Shire to, to what? Watch over Erebor and it’s king?” His eyes were wide. Frodo couldn’t place the feelings inside himself. He was shocked, to be sure. But he was also, scared. Bewildered. Confused. “What’s coming that Erebor needs to be protected from?”
Bilbo’s tense face dropped to one of dumbfounded fear. He’d never though to wonder that.
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Excerpt from the new chapter I just posted
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