Hello friend!! Can you share anything about your Untitled Christmas Fic for Bagginshield? 👀💖
Hi friend!!
Fun fact I can not easily come up with titles. I'm considering just leaving this fic named just that. "Untitled Christmas Fic."
Anyway.
So what is this fic about? Bilbo is a baker and has been baking since he was twelve. After his recent breakup, Gandalf, ever the meddler, signs him up for his dream Christmas baking competition. That is, of course, in Erebor, with the king himself judging.
Here is a little snippet:
Getting to the town square was slow going. Balin had made sure to leave a carefully drawn map on the bed, right beside his suitcase, so finding his way wasn’t the issue. The streets were. It seemed to have snowed while he was in his (admittedly long) shower, and the streets were snowed over and in some places, patched over with ice.
Bilbo found himself waddling, short small steps, to keep from falling. It wasn’t all bad, though. The trees glimmered with Christmas lights, kids ran around throwing snowballs at each other, and it warmed Bilbo’s heart more than his puffer jacket ever could. The shops in the cobble-stoned street were buzzing with customers and how Bilbo hoped Primula was handling his store with care. She was capable, of course, but the Christmas rush was a beast all on it’s own.














