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You know how in the Hobbit sometimes the Dwarves had to pick up and carry Bilbo because he was too slow / tiny to keep up with them? And to get him into the trees that time? Yes?
What if, somewhere while wandering around Erebor (after Smaug's gone, the goldsickness hasn't started yet, on their way up to the outside, probably somehwere in the chapter Not at Home) there's some massive bit of broken steps and the Dwarves scramble up fine but Bilbo's too short-legged for that so Thorin pulls him up. Thing is he expected the Hobbit to be, shall we say, dense: like a Dwarf. But he is not, being a Hobbit. And so Thorin shoots him up in the air (you know when you thought a bag would be heavy so you put way too much effort into lifting it, and end up lauching it and your hand three feet in the air? Yeah Thorin does this to Bilbo.)
And both look at each other, Thorin still holding him up off the ground over the broken rock. Thorin looks embarrassed, Bilbo frightened.
"What was that for?!" he demands.
"Sorry about that, Master Baggins," Thorin says placing the Hobbit on the ground beside him. "I did not expect you to be so light."
Bilbo turns red, splutters in incoherently for a moment (to accuse a Hobbit of being "light" is a terrible insult.) "I say!" he manages "I am a perfectly normal weight, considering the circumstances, thank you very much indeed. You can make your own food from now on, I shan't be helping." (A devastating Shire-ish insult. Might as well have called the King a gobshite.)
Thorin, baffled, "Well Bombur did a good enough job on his own, I'm sure we could make do."
"Oh so that's it, is it?" Bilbo replies, even more outraged. "I really thought you'd come to respect me after all. Well, so be it. At least you've told me in plain terms you don't think I'm of any use now that I got you all to the Mountain. A Hobbit likes to know where he stands, you know. And you would not be standing here if it wasn't for me Mr. Oakensheild."
"You are the most respected member of our Company, Mr. Baggins. And we appreciate very much your heroic efforts which resulted in our being here today. I have no idea what you are insulted over, but given that a dragon may be coming home any minute I suggest we hold this discussion for some other time and place, and let us march on."
"I should have left you in Thranduil's dungeon, that's what I should have done."
This one goes to @youhavemyswordandmybow and @glirdishlotr, and also to celebrate my 250 bookmarks.
The criteria: THE MORE BAGGINSHIELD, THE MERRIER! So, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, pinning, angst, all my usual favorites! AUs to the heart's contempt, including some modern ones, so don't expect any loyalty to the canon, nor much happening besides the romance. I had a blast reading all of these and I hope you guys will too!
After the Dust Settles by Bgtea: the Battle of the Five Armies is over, and all the dwarves of the Company survived. To their king's despair, the hobbit they had to thank for that has yet to wake up.
Down By The Creek by Lucigoo89: after a pleasant day at the local fair, one little Englishman changes Thorin's life forever. But life is not fair, and the man is leaving the next day, with no idea of when he will return.
An Ode to Broken Things by Wizards_Pupil: I can't believe I didn't recommend this one before. Prepare to cry. Bilbo has a heart condition that has his days numbered. His only hope lays on the healer Thranduil, but as he is not expecting to come back from the trip to Mirkwood, he hopes to at least share a few more moments with his dear friend (and secretly beloved) Thorin during the journey.
All those nights I spent alone by Lithdraug: glancing at the sleeping Company, Bilbo realizes there's something bothering him, something he didn't knew he was missing. Luckily, a certain king is willing to offer him an friendly ear.
Mad as a Baggins by Rinny636: Bilbo disappears after the Battle of Five Armies, and no amount of searching finds hide nor hair of the former burglar, until Gandalf comes back from the Shire and beyond with unsettling news.
Summer Rain by Lesbian_aunt: a sudden storm makes Bilbo and Thorin seeking shelter at a greenhouse. Looking at the hobbit now, Thorin wanders if it's time to let the truth spill.
A Loophole in the Tapestry by SyrringaVulgarris: to Thorin is offered a chance to go back to day he and Bilbo met and do their adventure again, to this time change how it ends. But as his attitude to the burglar changes and so does the hobbit's development through the quest, is this Bilbo even the same person Thorin once fell in love with?
The Dwarven Smith and the Hobbit Who Loved Him by Haipanda: a wandering dwarf seeking job amongst the hobbits finds welcome and warmth in a certain hobbit's smial.
A King's Ransom by lilithiumwords: the Arkenstone is worth a king's ramson, Balin had said. That gives Bilbo a new idea to stop the coming war.
Written in Stone by xkingevelynx (ebony_dove): during the feast for Thorin`s coronation, one hobbit is missing from the party. The king goes searching for his burglar, and what he finds leaves him speechless.
A Hobbit's Bond by mordelle: a tiny Bilbo Baggins offers the Shire's new blacksmith a flower crown, and even without knowing the seriousness of the gift, Thorin accepts it. As it comes, a soul bond can be very hard to manage when one of the parts is unaware of it's existence.
journey's end by vtforpedro: and for last, something more canon-compliant. In the beautiful shores of Valinor, an old hobbit finally sees his dwarf sitting by his bed, waiting for him to come home.
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I don't know if you're still doing requests, but since I saw your dragon Thorin, I've been dying to know how you would draw Fairy Bilbo
Beelbo. Beelbo Bumblins (sorry)
I had fairy Bilbo concepts where he was more stereotypical fairy, like a butterfly or something with flowers, but I like bumblebee Bilbo more. He is so fluffy and softlooking, but can sting
Hah, and in the previous post I said that Dragon Thorin doesn't dream, and while I was drawing this art, I thought it would be so funny if his first dream in years would be something about Fairy Bilbo XD
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Tell me why I only noticed you're Brazilian NOW after following you for like. A year
LOL To be fair, the flag was one of the last additions I did to my description, so there's that 😅 Otherwise, I take it as a big compliment! I guess my English skills are not as broken as I had supposed 😁 So, thank you, anon! 💜
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Always Coming Back to You
Rating: T
Warning(s): Canon Compliant Beginning, Mourning
Words: 1577
Summary: Bilbo has not gotten over Thorin's death. In some ways, he will never get over it. He lost more than just a friend that day, but someone so essential to his very being, he felt he might never recover. So when he went to sleep one night, clutching tightly to his ring and dreaming of more, he is shocked to wake up in an Erebor where Bilbo is married to an alive Thorin.
Bilbo was now seventy-eight days into his return to Bag End, and the pain in his chest was as fresh as the first day. He did better to disguise it nowadays. Playing along with the customs and norms to an extent if only to have a routine that didn’t revolve around him wasting away in his bed the full day. Unable to even stomach a full hobbit’s meal routine, Bilbo skipped first breakfast and woke just in time to have second breakfast. He would amble his way to his study after that, dithering with books and his maps that held none of the former joy that they used to. He carried on like that until his head hurt too much to ignore the call of tea. At the beginning, he used to have visitors drop in on his tea time. Now, thankfully, he ate and drank alone. Then he would summon all of his courage to step out into his garden, thankful that he had someone to care for it. Because he didn’t know if he could do it himself.
Sitting on his bench with his pipe, he let his gaze wander over the flowers dancing brightly in the breeze, past his prize-winning vegetables that Bilbo rightfully let Holman claim every time, and finally settling on the fresh shoot that already stood a half a foot out of the ground. Impressive for its germination, but hadn’t quite earned the title ‘tree’.
One day it will grow, and I’ll remember. The good, the bad, and how lucky I am to have made it home.
And oh…did Bilbo remember. He remembered every single moment of every day since. He remembered so much that he almost grew bitter of the skinny, green-leafed reminder, and had to hurry into the house for fear of taking a hoe to it.
Plant your trees, and watch them grow.
It was only the last treasured words he had heard from Thorin that kept his hand, and sometimes, in those moments, he hated him for it too. For speaking such beautiful words of hope at their parting. Like Thorin’s death would be merely a footnote in Bilbo’s life. That being home in his armchair surrounded by his books and his garden was somehow all he needed to be happy. Perhaps the worst part is before this trip, it would have been enough. He had settled into a sort of contentment that he didn’t know was any different from true happiness. And then thirteen dwarves had barged into his life to prove him wrong. A bond was built between the fourteen of them, so much so that numbering just eleven left a hole too large to fill. Or perhaps it was just Bilbo who felt that hole so deeply.
Bilbo had no doubt that the company mourned Thorin, Fili, and Kili. Mourned them as the dwarves they were as well as the symbol of hope to their people they were. However, Bilbo mourned two nephews he had never gotten to claim. Bilbo mourned that deep part of his heart that he gave away to a dwarf king, and never said it as such. Bilbo mourned that these three made up such a center of his universe in such a short time, and were snatched away just as quickly. Bilbo mourned that he never got to tell them. Bilbo mourned that the only ones who knew this fact about him were now tending to their own home half a world away. Bilbo mourned that he was a hobbit, and as such he belonged in the Shire, no matter how much the mountains called him. Bilbo mourned so much, he couldn’t seem to remember how to live a life where he wasn’t mourning.
And so, Bilbo continued on. For what else could he do.
So it was that night, where shadows and moonlight curled around him, comforting in what they could hide, that he would pull out his silly little magic ring, and he would wish while it was clutched tight in his fist. He would wish for Thorin like a drought wished for rain. He would wish for Fili and Kili, cut down far too short. He would wish for a life in Erebor where he was fast enough, strong enough, cunning enough, or brave enough to have made a difference for the people he held so dear.
Is that what you really want?
Bilbo curled his hand tighter around the golden band, his consciousness just on the verge of leaving him completely as he sobbed.
“More than anything.”
Bilbo dreamt at that point that he was falling. A huge gaping dark hole with no end in sight, and the only thing to distract him from the bottom was the images he passed. Flickers of memories of his life starting with his parents in the Shire and continuing all the way until his quest to Erebor. Only…the ending had changed. Bilbo saw himself getting to Thorin and the others before they split up. He saw Fili and Kili working together to protect him from Bolg, and succeeding in taking down the horrid orc. He saw himself, throwing his body into Azog to knock the horrible creature away before he could kill the pinned Thorin. He saw the mithril keeping him from receiving the same wound as Thorin righted himself to slay the scourge of Durin's bloodline. He saw Thorin cradle his head with such a soft look of affection as he asked him to marry him.
“That’s quite nice.” Bilbo hummed happily as he let his eyes close.
He let himself sail in the darkness, until it abruptly came to an end. Bilbo cried out as his head bounced against the ground. Not strong enough to do any damage other than leave him with a fierce headache. He groaned as he curled himself in a ball, waiting for the pain to pass. He wished he could say this was the first time his dreams had caused him to fall out of his bed as he blindly sought out his duvet.
There was a gasp and the sounds of running feet as someone shouted something in a language he did not know. Bilbo abruptly sat himself up, regretting it immediately as his head swam violently. He cradled his head as he blinked his eyes, his brows furrowing in confusion. This wasn’t his room.
“Zabadyusth Baggins, kudze' durnu sâti yadi? (Consort Baggins, how long have you been here?)”
A hand came down on his shoulder along with the strange words, and Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around as best as he could to see a strange dwarf standing there in polished armor, looking at him in concern. Bilbo quickly found his feet, although the room was spinning drastically as he backed away from him.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” He demanded.
The dwarf held his hands out placatingly as he spoke again, and this time Bilbo realized it was dwarvish language. When the dwarf realized Bilbo did not understand, he tried again in Westron.
“My lord, you’re in the throne room. I’ve sent Theda to fetch the king. Do you remember how you got here?”
“Throne room?” Bilbo repeated faintly.
A throne room didn’t make sense. He had only been in his bed a little while ago. Where could he possibly have been taken that had a throne room? That’s when details of the space started to piece themselves together. It had been dark and grimy when last he had been here, but he knew this green stone. He knew this great ledge overlooking the abyss below. And yes, looking at the seat now, he remembered that throne even with the scars left by dragon claws repaired. He was in Erebor.
But how?! Why was he in Erebor? He had no desire to be here. It would be lovely to see his friends, surely, and congratulate them on the job well done repairing the space, but he certainly didn’t want to see Dain ruling where Thorin could not be.
“I have to go.” Bilbo stated as the guard, for he must be a guard, reached out to steady him. “I can’t be here.”
“Go? Where?” The guard asked, sounding slightly distressed. “Consort Baggins, if you could please calm down. I’m afraid you’ve had a terrible fall.”
“I absolutely will not…!” Bilbo rounded on him only to deflate as his words rang in Bilbo’s ears.
“C-Consort? Did you just call me…?”
Bilbo did not have the chance to get his answer, for at the moment the doors at the opposite end were flung wide open as a dwarf charged down the path for him. A dwarf with ebony hair streaked with silver. A dwarf with round blue eyes so full of worry and hope. A dwarf that was somehow standing there with the sheer audacity of being alive when Bilbo had properly made a fool of himself at his wedding. A dwarf who wrapped him in a hug that was familiar and yet, different at the same time as he whispered Bilbo’s name in reverence, burying his nose deep in Bilbo’s hair.
And Bilbo could not bring himself to question how this was possible. Could not bring himself to do much more of anything besides cling just as tightly, letting the tears spill that he had thought he was done with forever. If this was a dream, he hoped never to wake.
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i’d write this but im afraid of The Curse so someone come take it off my hands.
Prophecy!Bagginshield
(got no attention as a reblog so im posting it as a standalone)
(and i linked the song that made me think of this concept)
but basically what if Thorin has always been told that there would only be one dwarf upon his throne, and he just assumed that he would never get married and rule alone until he handed the mantle to his nephews.
and then when they're recovering all the old dwarven texts and whatnot, they discover a NEW part of the prophecy that describes someone at his side, small but mighty, with brown hair like rich earth. and pieces slowly click together
OR MAYBE
he always knew, maybe the prophecy was bestowed upon him from a young age, and he's spent his whole life with fleeting dreams of hair between his fingers—too short to be a dwarf's, brown and curled, soft to the touch. eyes burning with more courage than he's ever seen, and yet he can never remember the little details when he wakes up. like it was all some fuzzy black-and-white memory.
and maybe he's been begging the ancient tapestries to show him more information his whole life, staring at the predictions for hours on end, as if he thinks the threads will miraculously rearrange themselves?
and when this brave little hobbit comes along, he works HARD to deny it, until he's deep in the goldsickness and Bilbo is the only person he doesn't bristle at the sight of.
idk just a thought
(the concept of "just like i dreamed you were" and "with yellow hair, like wheat" sounded very much like how i imagined thorin's inner dialogue but maybe that's just me ok bye)
I love the idea of Thorin in the Shire with a gaggle pf hobbit fauntlings. But let's let Bilbo in on the fun. 😁
Consort Bilbo, new to the role and a little anxious about filling it. Thrown off when the Mountain starts getting filled with families moving there, and the little dwarf children *idolize* him. 😍
Here is the Hero who saved their new home, who defeated a dragon and so many other enemies. Who is by the side of their King, who helped to stave off their King's dragonsickness.
And he is *small*, their size, perhaps.
And he looks so different than a dwarf, with his bare, hairy feet, his beardless face, his build so unlike a dwarf but somehow more than meets the eye.
And he is nimble, and quiet, and able to *disappear*. He is quick-witted, and clever, and unafraid to speak his mind to all, up to and including the King himself. Yet he is also caring to all, even and especially those usually deemed unimportant. He tells wonderful stories, and listens to others' tales intently. Loves music and good food, and brings a smile to even the most serious of the Company. Especially their King.
No wonder the dwarfling pebbles find Bilbo *fascinating*.
When they first move to Erebor and are greeted by the King and Consort, it is *Bilbo* that the little ones are in awe of, who they whisper about and stare at while hiding behind their parents. When Bilbo approaches, some hide further, some giggle nervously, some rise to meet him with their best rehearsed greeting (which is always met with the correct response, just as Bilbo would with a full grown dwarf). Every time, the little dwarf children leave even more impressed by the Hobbit Hero of Erebor.
Thorin is greatly amused by this, while Bilbo himself is just confused.
When Bilbo walks through Erebor, even when not in the official Consort role, little dwarves try to sneak and follow him. Bilbo makes a show of pretending to not see them, for a little while. Then suddenly, the little dwarves lose him, like he just disappeared out of nowhere.
Until Bilbo turns the tables and surprises *them*. Leading to undignified shrieks that Bilbo would not have expected to be able to come from dwarfkind. Though some are a little miffed at first, to be outsmarted, they are all impressed and overjoyed at their game.
Frustrated, flustered parents ask Bilbo to speak to their children. And tell them that just because hobbits can go without shoes, does not mean little dwarflings can do so safely.
Bonus if these dwarflings, trying to play at being hobbits, attempt to attach fur or grass or something else to the tops of their feet, to even more closely match their hero.
Solemnly, Bilbo tells each child that tries this that he is greatly flattered by how they wish to be like him. But they must listen to their parents, and walk as dwarflings do, not as hobbits. Both peoples their own strengths, he explains, and they must be proud dwarves, as Bilbo is proud of his friends, and of them.
Wide-eyed, the dwarflings obey.
Bilbo overhears a group of children pretending to be the Company on the Quest. And it's the role of the hobbit that the children fight to have, who gets to be the hero of their little game. Real Bilbo watches as the dwarfling-Bilbo pretends to steal keys (real ones their mother hopefully won't miss soon) from the cruel elves, break his companions out of their imprisonment (under a table), and lead them confidently to the barrels they will escape in (empty crates from the market). He stifles laughter as the fake-Company, much more grateful than the real one had been, jostles each other as they make their escape (hopefully much less worse for wear than those they emulate).
At any official large gathering, if it goes on for too long, the Consort slips away from the official dignitaries and boring speeches. But Thorin doesn't worry, for he knows where to find him.
Hidden away in a side room or small corner. Surrounded by dwarf pebbles. Children of servants, dignitaries, anyone in between. If children of Men, Elves, or Hobbits are visiting, they join the gathering, too.
Bilbo holds his own little court. Here, instead of speeches, there are stories, mostly told, dramatically and with embellishments, by Bilbo himself.
(Picture Bilbo's tale to the hobbit children at the beginning of FotR, but with dwarflings instead.)
Thorin listens in from the doorway, fondly, not daring to interrupt. Even if Bilbo does tell things that would be an affront to his honor, from anyone else's mouth.
It's my hc now that even in canon universe the dwarflings adore the Hobbit Hero and fight every time they had to decided who is playing who because they all want to play Bilbo 🥹
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I have a sketch of this that I plan to turn into a full drawing, but imagine Bilbo holding hands with Thorin only to realize that Thorin’s hands are covered in cuts, scabs, callouses, and bruises. Imagine this in contrast to Bilbo’s baby soft hands. Bilbo winces, the more protective side of his hobbit self taking over.
“What is it, Master Baggins?” Thorin asks, noticing the deep concern striking Bilbo’s features.
“Your hands…” Bilbo mutters.
“What about them?”
“I…do you see no problem with how damaged and rough your hands are?”
“I’ve never given it much thought. Though, I appreciate your concern, Burglar.”
“It looks horrible,” Bilbo says honestly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Thorin gets a devilish look in his eyes, his magnificent blues almost having stars in them. “Well, if you truly wish to aid me, perhaps it is in your best interest to kiss it better?”
