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Legolas: I scare people lots because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms so when they turn around I’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me

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Ever have the desire to buy an original copy of The Hobbit that came out in the 1930s so I can read what the original story was before Tolkien changed the story in the 50s so that it could align with the Lord Of The Rings?

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Thorin: I would die for you...

Bilbo (he can't stand the drama anymore): Okay, yes, it's cute, but... Would you rather LIVE for me???

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other people writing ao3 comments: love this! can’t wait to see more ❤

me writing ao3 comments: gyjfsdghjkldsfhj fukc dude i………..id eat this if i could….

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Hey gurl do you write little drabble fics?

Can you do a Tommy pulling his woman closer?

Managed to write you a short little one. Loved this idea. I am a sucker for Tommy wanting comfort.

Seventeen Days

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Thank you for the support. Please interact and let me know your thoughts. x

Tommy lay on his back, looking up at the high ceiling of his Arrow house mansion. He guessed it must be about 6am, by the light drifting in through the curtains. The left one wasn't fully closed, it had been bothering him for hours.

Why hadn't he just got up and closed it? Another thing, he had been overthinking...

Sleep was never going to come now. It was pointless, trying to even close his eyes again. With his arm resting on his forehead. He ran his thumb across his brow. Feeling the bed shift slightly, his eyes drifted to the left.

There you were ... his love...His one and only.

At least you had slept, hadn't let your mind take over. Not like him. Hearing you mumble something incoherently, he found himself smiling. Seventeen days... that's all it was now. Seventeen days... and ... five hours.

Until you became his wife. Officially.

He was counting down, unknown to you. He marked every day off, in his office diary. It couldn't come soon enough. And then, you would be joint as one. Forever.

Watching you roll yourself over, your hair tickled his arm. Turning with you, he hooked his arm around your waist. "Closer baby," he whispered against your ear lobe. His warm breath, making your skin tingle. Like he always did.

“Come closer….”

Scooting back to spoon him further, you rubbed your head against his shoulder. "I am close, Tommy,"

Tucking his left arm underneath you, his right arm pulled you ever closer. Your bodies moulding into one. “That's better, ey. I need you close to me,"

Enjoying his embrace, you let him hold you tighter. Just the two of you in the whole world. And soon... you would become Mrs Shelby.

You were counting down the days….

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Lies Travel Faster..

Request from @elenavampire21

Pairing - Thomas Shelby and Reader

Could I ask for a Tommy gif using this picture. You and Tommy have been close friends and is working at the garrison and both have been scared to admit they love each other. You feel sad when one day grace is flirting with tommy . That night when it’s just you and Tommy he ensures that it’s only you he loves and both end up having sex .

@zablife has written a fantastic version of this request. You can read it here

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself to enter The Garrison. Pausing, you checked your watch again, ten minutes early for your shift. Damn it. You didn't want to have to make conversation, with her. Her fake laugh just irritated you, the way she watched your every move. Followed you around, trying to befriend you.

You didn't want her as a friend.

The way you saw it was, she was your number one enemy. Bit harsh maybe? No... fuck it. She had swooped in, taken half of your shifts. Taking Tommy's attention away from you. Everyday you had day dreamed, of pouring the drip trays over her perfect blonde hair. Would she be laughing then? No...

Deciding you couldn't delay any longer, you pushed the heavy door open. Two pairs of eyes, stopping their conversation to look at you. Grace with her smug grin dropping, when she realised it was you.

Tommy Shelby's girl, so everyone thought. But no, you were just friends. Sadly... he would never see you, as anything more.

Leaning against the bar, you let your eyes drift to his pert ass. Pausing taking a sip of his whiskey, he smiled over to you.

"Here she is, the one and only Y/n Y/L/N," he winked, lifting his arm for you to greet him.

It was just how you were with each other. Flirting, Ada would say. It was just being friendly, that was all. Standing beside him, you placed your bag onto the counter. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, he kissed your cheek.

"The one and only?" you laughed, staring into his eyes. Instantly feeling happier. "Surely one is enough, Tommy?"

"It is for me," he answered, "You working now?"

Grace hovered behind the bar, taking her time to fold the cloth. "Four minutes to be precise," you smiled at him, slipping out of his grasp to hang your coat in the back room. Eurgh, you could smell her perfume from here. What was it? Tart? with a hint of man stealer?

"Stop it, Y/n," you chastised yourself. Be the better person, as your mother always told you. Treat others how you want to be treated.

Stepping behind the bar, you squeezed past her. There it was, the irritating giggle at something Tommy had said. He was hardly a comedian.

"Evening Y/n," she remarked.

"Grace," you forced a smile, standing beside her.

"Can I offer you anything else before I go, Mr Shelby?" she questioned, leaning forward over the bar. Fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Like what? Your tits? You wanted to retort.

"Nah, Y/n will look after me, I'm sure, eh?" he replied, watching you start to clean the glasses.

"Yeah, you can go, Grace. You look tired," you responded, brushing past her.

Reaching for the cloth. Hearing Tommy chuckle, you ignored him. Continuing with your work, anger bubbling. Leaving to fetch her coat and bag, you heard Grace call goodbye. Before the heavy door fell shut once again.

"Y/n Y/L/N, tut, tut," Tommy spoke, as he lit a cigarette. "Where's your manners, ey? I think you upset our dear barmaid,"

Looking at him briefly, you rolled your eyes. Before taking the small ladder, to climb up the the top shelf. "She will get over it," you sighed, hearing the clip clop of Tommy's shoes, coming behind the bar. His cigarette smoke following him.

"What's up with you, ey?" he questioned, looking up at you, on the ladder. The shape of your curves visible, making the blood rush to his cock. "You not like her?"

Briefly glancing down at him, you tried to remain angry. His baby blue eyes gazing up at you, hair tousled from a long day. Blowing the smoke up to the ceiling. Just looking so fuckable.

"No... I don't," you replied, "She's fake," Reaching up again, to put the whiskey back. You wobbled on the ladder, "Shit," you gasped, grasping onto the shelf.

Climbing onto the ladder behind you, Tommy held your waist.

"Come on, climb down before you fall," The heat of his skin, could be felt through your thin dress. Without warning he lifted you, holding you tightly, before placing you on the bar counter.

"I've got you," he whispered, eyes flitting towards your lips.

"I wasn't going to fall," was all you could think of saying. He was now stood in between your legs, still holding your waist. The chemistry between you was electric.

"Grace..." he started, tucking your hair behind your ear, fingertips tracing along your cheek.

"Tommy, seriously?" you answered, trying to push him away. His strong hands stopping you.

"Just listen, hmm?" he pleaded, his lips landing on yours, catching you off guard. Holding them against yours, feeling like they belonged there. That he was meant to kiss you. Taking your breath away.

“Grace means nothing to me, she’s nothing to me. She works for me, that’s it. You….” Grabbing your hips, he pulled you further to him. Bodies moulding together.

“Are the one… the one I love,” There, he had said it, said the words out loud, he had confessed. Finally! After Polly being in his ear, for the past six months.

She was convinced you felt the same.

"You do?" you whispered, looking up at him, willing him to say it again.

Reaching behind you, he stubbed out his cigarette. Holding your face gently, nose brushing against yours. "Y/N Y/L/N, you are a beautiful, fierce, loyal woman. And I love you, I want us to be together,"

The ticking of the clock in the background could be heard, as silence descended. Tommy eagerly awaiting your answer.

"I love you too, Thomas Shelby, always have," you confessed, a smile spreading across your face. Feeling relief that he felt the same as you. "Kiss me again," Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I'm taking you home, and I'm gonna do more than kiss you, eh," he warned you, nibbling at your neck.

"Ah god, Tommy, keep going," you screamed, as he thrust into you. Your second orgasm fast approaching, his hips rolling into your, lips connecting.

"Will you be mine, Y/n?" he asked, lips brushing against yours. Before upping his speed again, fucking you so deep and hard.

"Yes, yes," you screamed, answering his question as you came undone again.....

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Thorin and his tiny son <3

I think Thorin would definitely take Frodo everywhere, even meetings. So just imagine a very serious and important king with a tiny child in his arms!

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The road goes ever on and on…

…and Thorin Oakenshield will pass into legend.

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Stiles: my husband and i have agreed to never go to bed angry at each other

Derek: we’ve been awake since friday

Stiles: well that wouldn’t have been the case if someone would just admit that they were wrong–

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dwalin: the hobbit’s so short.

thorin: i could put a few inches in him.

dwalin: what?

thorin: what?

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Art trade with @lorbalith of some sweet, sweet Bagginshield ~ pls tolkien fandom i draw a similar ship u may like, pls consider checkin my blog out ;u;

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Your Hypnotic Words Chapter 2

Bilbo found himself outside once again, sitting on his front bench. The stars were out, shining brightly above him, and he felt the comforting murmur of the plants that surrounded him. 

The dining room window had been slightly cracked to help release the heat of having so many dwarrow within one room, so Bilbo found himself listening to the dwarrow inside. 

“What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?” asked a dwarrow.

“Aye.” came the rumble of the leader. “Envoys from all seven kingdoms.” 

“What did the dwarves of the Iron hills say? Is Dain with us?” Bilbo identified the voice of the bald, tattooed dwarf. 

There was a loud silence before the answer of “They will not come” sent the dwarrow into a raucous. 

The leader quieted them before continuing, “They say this quest is ours and ours alone.” 

Noise broke out once more, curses being sputtered and cries of ‘cowards’ and ‘gutless’ and many other things said by a language Bilbo couldn’t understand came. 

“They have a loyalty and oath to fulfill!” came the yell of the tattooed dwarf. 

“I cannot force them to come.” replied the leader, “This quest is one viewed as a folly. A fool’s quest. The lives sacrificed could be great. I’ve told all of you the potential cost of this quest and have given you the choice to leave; I’ve done the same with the envoys. It would not be honorable of me to neglect to share the same news of potential peril with them.”

There were grumbles. The conversation continued, speaking of signs.

There was the scraping noise of a chair being pushed back before the leader’s voice came, “If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have begun to read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for sixty years. Eyes look east to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back as others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back Erebor?”

Bilbo had to admit that the idea of leaving one’s home and wealth for someone to freely take did sound abominable. Especially if that someone was your enemy. Like a Sackville-Baggins.

He said nothing as Gandalf came out and settled next to him. They sat in silence for a few moments before he spoke. 

“Why do you need me, Gandalf?” he paused, “Actually, I know the answer to that. If you had simply wanted the stealth abilities of a hobbit, you could have gone and appealed to any Took or bounder, and they would have agreed quickly. Then let me ask you – what good could my abilities do for this group? You are well aware of the dangers presented by being in the presence of my thrall for too long, and if you wish for me to use my power, this group will inevitably fall.”

“Without you, Bilbo Baggins, these dwarrow will fail and all of Middle Earth will perish.”

Bilbo sat quietly for a long moment. “I do not presume to know of all your powers, but if foresight is one of them, then I’m certain you could find another path without me that will lead them to success.” 

Gandalf’s voice was grave. “I do not have such a power, but I can say that there is no route that can be taken without you that they will succeed.” 

“I suggest you find another. I will not come.” Bilbo stood, and left, unwilling to continue the conversation.

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Thorin sat in the parlor, the group of dwarrow snoring around him, taken to sleeping in chairs or the floor - they were quite accustomed to such arrangements. He briefly startled at the noise of the front door opening, as the host walked into the front entry. He saw him peer into the entry, and seemed to miss that Thorin was still awake.

The hobbit sighed, and rubbed his eyes with a hand, dislodging his frames. 

“I’m afraid I was unable to catch your name.” Thorin said. 

Jolting, the hobbit looked at him, and Thorin was once again taken by the green depth of his eyes. Green was a color not often found among dwarves, and Thorin couldn’t help but compare it to the rare emeralds within the mountains that were sometimes found. 

The hobbit looked at him, unimpressed, and Thorin desperately wished he could backtrack as he recalled that the hobbit couldn’t speak, feeling heat crawl up to his ears. He coughed, trying to cover his blunder. “I apologize for our unceremonious arrival, I was unaware that Tharukun did not inform you.”

The creature gave a wave and shrugged, and before he could say anything else, the hobbit turned, walking away from the parlor. 

As soon as the creature was gone, Thorin groaned, rubbing his forehead in embarrassment. 

“His name is Bilbo Baggins.” 

Thorin felt twice as embarrassed as he found Dwalin looking at him knowingly, a smirk on his lips. 

“Atkât.” Thorin said, before trying to sleep, blocking out Dwalin’s laugh. 

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Bilbo was miserable. His nose was on fire, his eyes watered horribly, he’d forgotten to bring his handkerchief, and he was incredibly uncomfortable, having never ridden a pony in his life. As he sneezed again, he groaned.

“Doing alright back there, Mister Boggins?” a light voice called.  

Bilbo rose his head high enough to glare at the young dwarrow who’d fallen back to ride beside him. 

“Not a very happy fellow, are you?” 

Bilbo groaned again. 

“Bilbo is a hobbit of few words, mind you,” Bofur shouted, to which he received a venomous glare from Bilbo. He hated that he couldn't retort. 

What had possessed Bilbo to agree and rush out the door this morning, he did not know, but he was thoroughly regretting it at this point. He had no previous inclination or intent to go on the quest, but when he rose that morning and saw the dwarrow gone, he’d been seized with some kind of worry and found himself rushing out his door, with a bag hastily tossed together, which led to him forgetting his handkerchief. 

When he had caught up to the company, Gandalf had looked far too pleased for his liking. He did not care for things that pleased the Wizard, and part of him was wishing that he had stayed back, simply so that Gandalf would not be looking so smug. And he wished again that he'd stayed at his smial as he found Fili and Kili on either side of him. 

"Have you been mute your entire life, Master Boggins?" Kili asked. 

"You're not supposed to ask things like that, Kili!" Fili hissed at his brother. "He can't even talk back to you!" 

"What am I supposed to ask then?" 

The brother's squabbling led to Bilbo's pony tossing its head, making Bilbo more uncomfortable than he already was.

He leaned forward on his horse, and reaching his influence to the two horses on either side, whispered, "Race ahead.", soft enough that it could be mistaken for a gentle breath. But the horses caught it.

He watched as the Princes nearly fell off their horses as they bolted, racing towards the front of the line. A roar of "Fili!" and "Kili!" came from the front of the line. 

Bilbo tried to keep an expressionless face, but couldn't quite disguise the small grin that spread across his lips, all the while unaware of the gaze of one of the dwarrow.

Notes:

Atkât - Silence

Bilbo's powers are largely impacted by his emotions and the control he has over those emotions. Being as he is, currently he does not have much control over his emotions, and the reasons for that will be explained later in the story.

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imagine dealing w an international crisis involving precious artifacts and someone is like ‘don’t worry I know a guy’ and it’s a dorky connecticut college professor named henry who slips into his slutsona and suddenly he’s capable of saving the world w the power of his whip & fedora