Bilbo laughed along with the rest of them as they swapped stories between trolls and Thorin’s poor directional skills that he hadn’t seemed to grow out of at all. Bilbo looked over at the king, only for his eyes to be stuck to his meal. Stiffly he ate from his plate, not making eye contact with anyone as Bilbo could observe. Whatever troubled the king it was not something Bilbo was privy to at the moment. Even Balin failed at pulling the dwarf into quiet conversation more than once. The stubborn furrow in his brow suggested that something troubled him greatly, and it caused Bilbo’s heart to squeeze, wishing Thorin would confide in him. That he might see the king as happy and carefree as Marlok’s stories made him out to be.

This is Marlok - a hot pirate mysterious OC from the awesome fic A Fierce and Jealous Love written by @sunnyrosewritesstuff & illustrated by @raventhrush and he's been living rent free in my head for the past few days 😭

Rumarin: A whirlwind romance between Jarl Balgruuf and Alduin. So filthy it's almost unreadable.

Nebarra: It's a completely blank notebook except for one page that reads: Nebarra is alone on a beach and nobody ever bothered him again. The end.

Khash: Probably the most insane, clever, and interesting thing you've ever read. Based on an orcish fairytale Marlok used to tell her, except she changed it to make the ending happier.

Marlok: you’re amazing, and you’ll do great things.

Khash: that it?

“What were you thinking?” Thorin rounded on the hobbit. “How could you be so reckless?” If Thorin thought for even a second he might get the same dejected response as he did once on the mountainside so long ago, he was sorely mistaken. Bilbo was not the same hobbit that started that quest with him, and he realized he was about to be quickly reminded of that. “You-!” Bilbo didn’t get to finish before a hand slapped down over his mouth. Bilbo looked up at Dwalin, his eyes blazing as the muffled protests increased in frequency and volume. “Not in front of others, lad.” Dwalin reminded him softly. Bilbo’s eyes darted to the soldiers of Erebor still standing behind him, to Marlok’s men scurrying about on the deck, and finally landing on Marlok himself. Bilbo took a deep breath in before releasing it with a flutter of his eyes and a single nod. Dwalin removed his hand, and Bilbo gave him one hard look before his nose went primly up in the air. “Very well. I’m headed to my rooms so my wetness is no longer offensive. Good day to you all.” He sniffed before marching away.