Wow

A little snippet from my Bagginsheild fanfic I'm working on. (It's already at 14,000 words, and I'm not even halfway done @_@)

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The man stood there for a few moments, staring at him with that ever sweat inducing glare before he nodded curtly and turned his head back inside the building. “Oi! Thorin! There's someone here to see ya!!” He yelled loudly, making Bilbo's head start to hurt all over again.

As the sound of heavy footsteps made their way to the door, the other man turned to Bilbo, seemingly giving him a last once over before moving back into the building as another intimidating man took his place in the doorway.

The man before him was tall, towering over him really. His build was thick, from muscle or fat Bilbo couldn't tell, not that it really matters when he could obviously lift the smaller man with ease and toss him across the alley if he wished to. He had long raven hair speckled with small lines of silver that lay loose down his back with two braids on either side of his temples. A thick close shaved beard that looked well kept despite the rest of the way he looked. His face was very stern and serious, his eyes much the same but also a very icy blue. The look in them made a small pit form in the bottom of his stomach, those eyes accompanied by the afternoon sun made him sweat slightly.

His outfit didn't bring much comfort either.

His outfit is what Bilbo thought a tattoo owner would wear in his head. He wore a black leather jacket with spikes on his shoulders and under that he had on what Bilbo assumed to be a band shirt, though he had no idea who ‘Cannibal Corpse’ were, that looked like it had been through a shredder with how many cuts and tears it had. Along with his tattered shirt were black jeans that had just as many holes and what seemed to be various chains attached to a thick studded belt around his waist. Black boots, that he assumed were doc martens, enclosed his feet. Large and bulky like the rest of the man. All in all, he was intimidating. But Bilbo was a Took as much as a Baggins, and he knew how to scold someone politely when time came for it.

Clearing his throat, he swallowed down his nerves and spoke.“Excuse me, I'm so sorry to bother you. Mr…??”

“Thorin.” The man- Throin answered in a deep gruff voice. Like thunder rolling over mountains before a harsh storm. Holding power and mystery deep within it.

Oh. Oh dear.