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To celebrate, me and an another creator decide to do a collab consisting of a ficlet accompanied by some art! Please enjoy the wonderful amazing and stunning fic with fembagginshield AND dragon!Thorin written by @belalubroski !!

Enjoy!

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Bilbo whipped her head around, staring wild and wide eyed at her dear friend.

"No! Blast it all, Thorin! You can't leave! Not after everything!"

The dragon sighed and drooped her head so that they were nearly at eye level.

"Mistress Baggins…"

"No!" The hobbit shook her head vehemently. "You're yourself again! They can't make you leave, not after overcoming the sickness. And what you've done in the battle. It isn't right!"

Thorin's eyes grew dark, her next words dripping with self-contempt.

"Myself? I am not myself. I have not been myself since…Mistress Baggins, I have--"

"Bilbo."

"…Bilbo. I have failed. This form is now--It is my burden to bear. And for the troubles suffered by the men, it is their right to demand my departure. I will not dishonor myself further."

"Poppycock!" Bilbo threw her hands up, before bringing them to rest on the cool scales of Thorin's face.

"You're you again. It's…Your eyes. They are clear again. They are the ones I've grown to know and--erm. Ah. Anyway…you've fought off the sickness. And. And! If you go, I'll just go with you! Just. Give me some time to prepare and. And I'll come with you. I will not abandon you now. Not ever again."

A sharp intake of breath drew Bilbo's attention, and she gazed into Thorin's wide, cat-eyed gaze. It was ironic, she thought, to see her like this. Physically larger and more powerful than she's ever been, and yet, looking as though she could break under the hobbit's hands.

She ran her fingers gently down the side of her face, Thorin's responding growl sounding mournful and tender.

"My burglar, even now you find ways to surprise me. Your heart is worth more than I'll ever be able to repay--"

The dwarrow-drake was cut off by the press of the hobbit's warm lips to her cool scales. Her heart thudded sharply within her, and for a moment, there was only the sunlight of Bilbo's presence. Perhaps she was cursed to stay in this form. Maybe she'd never be the dwarf she once was.

Not in form. But she would learn to be okay with it, for Bilbo's sake. For if she was to forever be a dragon, she would be one that coveted not gold or jewels, but the shining heart of one Bilbo Baggins. She'd protect her. Care for her, however she could. Show her it would not be a mistake to follow her, stubborn hobbit that she was. She would….

She would….

Whatever remaining thoughts that ran through Thorin's mind were lost to the sudden darkness that overcame her.

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It was the feeling of fingers detangling her hair which finally roused the dragon from her slumber. Thorin groaned and cracked her eyes open to find herself staring up at the open sky, the vision of a smiling, tear streaked hobbit hovering over her. Thorin furrowed her brow.

"For what reason have you to cry?" She asked, her throat feeling strange and dry. she lifted a hand, intending to caress the apple of her beloved's cheek, when the sight of her hand froze her midway. Her, strong, thick, hairy-knuckled, blessedly dwarven hand. Bilbo's softer and smaller ones met her halfway, and she pressed her large palm against her chest, where her heart was beating, strong and slow. Thorin melted and allowed herself to gaze with open longing into Bilbo's hazel eyes.

"You know," said the hobbit, her voice like harp-song on Thorin's rounded, very undraconic ears. "If that confounded wizard had simply told me all I'd needed to do was snog you a bit, you would've been a dwarf far sooner. Leave it to Gandalf. He always enjoys his mischief, even in times such as these."

"I love you."

Bilbo was caught off guard for only a moment before her grin widened and her cheeks flushed deeper.

"I love you too, silly old dwarf."

Bilbo then leaned down to kiss her again. A proper one, this time, filled with all the love and promise she could muster. When they finally parted, Thorin sat up, sighing as she felt everything settle back into place within her.

With a lighthearted smile, she cupped Bilbo's face in her hands, relishing in the smoothness of her skin.

"So," She began, slowly. "You would truly love me, even if I were a wyrm?"

Bilbo snorted, and only responded by pulling her dwarf down into another kiss, which spoke of many more to come.

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This is based on, I will admit, a basic knowledge of the Valar and other such Powers. I have read the Silmarillion, but that was a long time ago. If anything is inaccurate, we'll just call it part of the AU.

(I am pretty sure that Yavanna being connected to hobbits is fanon. But it's fanon I like, so I'm going with it.)

Story idea:

Thorin is Favored by Mahal, and Bilbo is Favored by Yavanna. Dunno if this would mean special abilities or just getting, you know, nudged in the right direction for things to work out. Also unclear exactly how this would manifest in their everyday life, or how aware of this they are. (I imagine the two Vala would not exactly work in the same style, so they way they intervene would likely be different between the two of them.)

I'm thinking of it as something that shows up in small but relevant ways, and that they, very rarely, can hear/speak with their respective Vala. Also, since this is an out there thing to have happen, that few, if anyone, besides themselves know about this.

It could go in a lot if different directions, but regardless, Thorin and Bilbo are Chosen by Mahal and Yavanna respectively.

Not sure if Mahal and Yavanna are conspiring about this, to bring their respective Chosen ones together. But it would be funnier if they absolutely did not let the other know at all. 😆

Either way, Thorin and Bilbo meet, maybe as in canon exactly, maybe diverging, maybe some way different entirely.

And they fall in love, fated as Mahal and Yavanna were.

Not sure what would be better: An all at once, sudden thing, like would be fitting to those Favored. Or a more mortal, gradual falling in love, as happens more with their kind. Either could work.

Could even have it that their respective Vala are playing matchmaker, either separately or conspiring together.

Yavanna: Look, Favored One, I have found you Love!

Bilbo: You just picked a mortal as alike to your husband as you could find, didn't you?

Yavanna: 🥰 You're welcome.

Thorin: Why a halfling?

Mahal: My wife likes them. 😁

I was going through references for dwarven clothes and stumbled upon those little hats dwarflings wear and i couldn't help myself but imagine Dwobbit Frodo wearing one. Then i ended up with a whole outfit lol. I wanted to make two variants. One for winter, explaining why Frodo is wearing boots, and another one for less colder seasons. I also wanted to depict the duality of his character, where he's a very sweet and a little bit shy boy and where he's acting more boisterous and adventurous! His design is still under development and i plan on adding more details!

I like combining that with the "hobbits immune to poisons" fanon, and, while Bilbo CAN feel the spice, it doesn't cause the type of, more intense, reactions it can for others.

Thorin, learning of how hobbits flirt with food, begins making uniquely dwarven meals and presenting them in a hobbity style displays of affection. Bilbo hearts-in-his-eyes Baggins takes a single bite and then asks when he'd like their wedding to be.

Thorin has the privilege of introducing Bilbo to new ingredients, and brings him to the mountain's gardens where he can see where they come from. Bilbo has been picking fruits to sample them the whole way, which of course Thorin is happy to allow. Thorin, who has been monologuing for some time now about the history of dwarven cultivation, stops walking.

"I ask that if you see a fruit which is red and curved, however, you refrain from touching it. For that is the infamous Ereborian Scythe Pepper. A single drop of its essence is enough to bring an entire army of dwarrow to their knee--"

Bilbo, who has a small collection of those very peppers in one hand and a handkerchief in his other, stops chewing and swallows. Sniffs.

"Oh. Well. That explains why my nose has been running so."

Bilbo wipes his nose and Thorin looks at him in confusion, then worry, then confusion again, and ending with a mixture of incredulity and amusement. After a bit of explaining on Bilbo's part about hobbit physiology, they both have a good laugh. Thorin says something incredibly sappy about hobbits always surprising him, and Bilbo, happiest he's ever been, gives him a peck on the lips.

A few minutes later Bilbo is bringing thorin jugs of goat milk and apologizing endlessly as Thorin, red and sweating up a storm, pushes through the pain of the Ereborian Scythe Pepper.

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Sulking Thorin and a tired Bilbo kissing in Thranduil dungeons is one of my favourite things now.

Thinking about these two. A LOT

I like to imagine for Gimli “elf traits” slowly become “Legolas traits” until he’s in too deep.