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Him grumbling "Of course there's a whole chapter about how he escaped the wicked creature with clever riddles but us fighting hundreds of Goblins and slaying a good deal of them, mind you, gets only a paragraph."

Thorin wants to hide his new disability. He hates the idea of not living up to his own myth, the untouchable shield of Erebor. But the fact of the matter was that his leg was unignorable. His gait was entirely changed.

There was a chunk of flesh missing from his upper thigh, muscle that had rot from orc poisons. His hips were now crooked from the redistribution of his weight, giving him searing back pain from standing for less than an hour. He had marched across Arda and back again yet now he couldn't stand long enough to hold court, wasn't that ironic?

His first thought upon seeing the havoc wrought on his body was of shame. Oh, how he wished he had died upon that hill. He didn't dare voice such feelings, his pride could not handle admitting such cowardly ideas. Still, he sourly wished could avoid the look in everyone's eyes when they saw him.

So many assumed his limits for him. He had limits, that was as plain as his injury itself, but to have them assumed was a great personal insult. Especially when someone close to him, Balin or his nephews or anyone else from the company, did so. The one and only saving grace was Bilbo.

He neither shirked away nor stared at Thorin. He assumed nothing, never implied expectation.

"Will you come with me? It is but a short walk, though the terrain is uneven."

Thorin's hip already hurt. He said yes anyways. His hip would hurt regardless. "We will have to take our time, but yes."

He watches Bilbo as the hobbit leads the way, eyes the basket slung over Bilbo's arm. He keeps silent. The path is thin but more even than Bilbo had led Thorin to believe, however on one side was the mountain and the other was sheer rockface going down a good distance. Thorin continued to walk carefully.

Soon they arrived to a large clearing, an alcove of sorts where a set of grand rose briars grew. The beauty of the yellow and red roses distracted Thorin from the smarting in his upper thigh, amazed at the life hidden away against the mountain.

"I was walking, you see, and it is easier on my feet to walk outside than it is inside Erebor. I found these and thought it might be nice to prune them." Bilbo had set down his basket, pulling out a set of old shears he must have borrowed from the forge.

"You wish to cut them? Why? They seem to be perfectly fine on their own." The old Thorin would have rejected the idea outright. This newer Thorin knew Bilbo had his reasons and wished to hear him out.

"We cut them to help them grow healthier. We cut one flower, three more grow in its place. Soon it will be even more beautiful than now. Come here." Bilbo motioned for Thorin to come closer to the roses, taking ginger hold of one flower. "We will cut right here, just above the stem with five leaves. Don't ask me why there, just how my mother taught me. Here."

Bilbo gave the shears to Thorin, watching as Thorin took the next flower in hand and cut as Bilbo instructed. For some time, they stood together as they pruned the roses until the pain in Thorin's hip grew too terrible to bear.

Sweating and panting slightly, Thorin admitted defeat. "If you wish for me to walk myself back inside the mountain, I must sit and rest a while."

"Well go on then, don't be proud! Sit down a while and I'll get these flowers finished. When we get back to the mountain, it'll be just in time for supper. We can take the trimmings with us and make some lovely tea and whatever we don't use I can see if Dori wants. He makes lovely perfumes."

As Bilbo resumed his work, Thorin admired the hobbit from his place on a patch of grass. He thought of Bilbo's mother, about what kind of hobbit she was. Surely, she was kind. After everything Bilbo had said about her, Thorin knew there was plenty of her living on in Bilbo whether the hobbit knew it or not.

"You know, back in the Shire," Bilbo said, bringing Thorin back to the present, "Yellow roses mean many things. Disappointment and grief, friendship and happiness."

The hobbit came and sat next to Thorin with a pruned rose in his hand. He quickly snapped the remaining thorns from the stem.

(My twitch)

Jaskier *＊✿❀ ❀✿＊* The Witcher (2019-...)

oh, that would be awkward..

See, Jaskier is very smart. He, however, also knows that people then look at him and see

A pretty dumb face.

Now Jaskier also realizes that if people see him as the stupid bard, then he’s able to get away with a lot more stuff.

Geralt has, over times learned not to fall for Jaskier's act. So whenever Jaskier starts playing dumb, Geralt is suddenly over common with the panic.

So Bilbo approaches Thorin, a little awkwardly:

"Thorin, do you mind if I go to the treasury to look for things to match my outfit?"

Thorin, not looking up from his papers:

"Of course, go ahead."

Bilbo looked at him in surprise.

"I mean some jewelry. Take them from the treasury."

Thorin, still looking at the papers:

"Yes, I understand what you meant. Take whatever you like."

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I was inspired by a post from @lesbian-aunt

He is famous enough that his songs become the truth in others eyes. And not only can he change people's opinions, he is capable of seeing when someone has bad intentions, much like when he met Yennifer. He was the only one who wasn't entranced by her spell. He is good at causing distractions so that his friends can escape, and he can usually get himself out of situations that turn nasty(sometimes with a little help.)

He walks around with a witcher on his left, an extremely powerful witch on his right, a magical princess behind him, and a badass elven archer in front of him. Bro doesn't need to be able to protect himself when he is in the sickest dnd party ever.

And he can sully someones reputation with one song. My guy is a genius.

And I haven't even mentioned how he is Geralts canary(like how Hughie from The Boys is Butcher's canary) and often times is the only force that could probably stop Geralt if things got bad. Despite what season one said, Gerald cares about jaskier a lot. If Geralt was under a spell, all jaskier needs to do is jump in front of him. There's no way Geralt going to kill jaskier, and jaskier knows this.

Even the other Witchers would never hurt him. And Jaskier knows this.

He is famous enough that his songs become the truth in others eyes. And not only can he change people's opinions, he is capable of seeing when someone has bad intentions, much like when he met Yennifer. He was the only one who wasn't entranced by her spell. He is good at causing distractions so that his friends can escape, and he can usually get himself out of situations that turn nasty(sometimes with a little help.)

He walks around with a witcher on his left, an extremely powerful witch on his right, a magical princess behind him, and a badass elven archer in front of him. Bro doesn't need to be able to protect himself when he is in the sickest dnd party ever.

And he can sully someones reputation with one song. My guy is a genius.

And I haven't even mentioned how he is Geralts canary(like how Hughie from The Boys is Butcher's canary) and often times is the only force that could probably stop Geralt if things got bad. Despite what season one said, Gerald cares about jaskier a lot. If Geralt was under a spell, all jaskier needs to do is jump in front of him. There's no way Geralt going to kill jaskier, and jaskier knows this.

Even the other Witchers would never hurt him. And Jaskier knows this.

One is that the bard very clearly isn’t fully human. It is hard to tell what he is at the moment.

It's not that Regis doesn't wish to figure out the truth about Jaskier orgins.

But then that leads to the second thing.

Bilbo happily lived alone for such a long time- sure his neighbors would call, but the routine politeness had become a chore. It certainly didn't keep him company on rainy nights or fill his cup of tea every morning, which Thorin did.

Bilbo's parents still have portraits over the fireplace, but upon the mantle itself are smaller portraits of Thorin's family- his siblings, his nephews, the company. Little beads and trinkets brought by their loved ones.

Thorin and Bilbo both hang their swords by the kitchen door. Thorin's books take up a shelf with Bilbo's, their covers much more worn and their edges a bit more abused. Bilbo's kitchen knives are always sharp because Thorin keeps them that way.

A shoe cubby is built by the door to much controversy and spectacle- the agreement is that shoes would be taken off outside of the house. Thorin remembers to abide by this agreement... most days.

Thorin uses a different bedroom in the smial to keep all his clothes simply because Bilbo's closet was filled- and there's a distinct difference between the clothes he brought from the mountain and the collection that slowly grows of more hobbity fashion. The room faintly begins to smell of leather. Other rooms are reserved for when family comes to stay- for when the dwarves visit the Shire, it isn't for a petty call. There are parties and celebrations that last weeks.

A raven roost is built overhanging the garden. Letters come constantly. Thorin claims a corner of the garden to try his hand at gardening, but soon finds himself at a loss for how well he can kill plants. Bilbo can't make heads or tails of it himself, he can't pinpoint where exactly Thorin messes up.

There's a mug always next to Bilbo's. There's a dip in his bed that wasn't there before, a shape that proves his bed is shared even when Thorin isn't there. Thorin's pipe sits next to his, his leaf adding a new layer to the cologne of smoke.

There is a fine toothed comb next to his hair brush.

A sharpening stone by his knife block.