#QUEST TO EREBOR

[mrkida-art]

Young dwarf Thorin

#I reject the way the movies changed Thorin's backstory #sorry PJ I hate what you did there #This is supposed to be post war of the dwarves and orcs by not too much time #Maybe a few years after Thráin brings Durin's Folk to Ered Luin #Since you know... Thorin didn't become king until after Thráin went on his quest for Erebor #anyways here are some tags #thorin oakenshield #thorin #the hobbit thorin #the hobbit #tolkien #my art #dwarves #lotr #the lord of the rings #durin's folk #lord of the rings #longbeards #young thorin oakenshield #mr.kida talks #in the tags at least #dwarves with shitty beards

[seeyouatthesecondmusic]

i just started reading the quest of erebor in unfinished tales and. gandalf just said thorin called bilbo 'soft and silly'

i love this book so much already. book bagginshield is real confirmed

#bagginshield #unfinished tales #the quest of erebor #my post

[beatx-mavie-archangelx]

I think it's kinda funny how you can see if a The Hobbit fan is a book fan or a movie-only fan just by asking who their favourite dwarf is and why

#no shade or anything ofc I love the movies too and tbh I liked how they characterized all of the dwarves #it's just weird how #if a book-only person and a movies-only person were to talk about the hobbit #most of the time they wouldn't understand wtf the other is on about #“oh thranduil's final scene with legolas is so sad” / “the elvenking's final scene is with bilbo?? legolas isn't there at all???” #btw who's your favourite dwarf and why? #personally mine's balin #he's the only one offering to face smaug with bilbo #and also afawk the only one visiting bilbo after the quest for erebor #he's just a nice fellow #the hobbit book #the hobbit movies #the hobbit #the hobbit bilbo #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit thorin #thorins company #lotr #lord of the rings #the lord of the rings

[z3phy3r]

I cannot explain the amount of fun I'm having writing fanfiction, but my goals? Unrealistic (lmao). I'm planning on somehow writing an entire chapter of the quest (that i've barely started, mind you) and have it ready to be posted at 3pm tomorrow. I'm not overworking myself (I promise), I'm just your local dumbass making unrealistic goals for a fanfic

#the hobbit #bagginshield #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #Of Secrets And Quests #go check it out! #please #The kudos and comments give me motivation #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #erebor #botfa

[warrioreowynofrohan]

#tolkien #unfinished tales #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #the quest of erebor #frodo #gandalf #saruman #ringwraiths #bilbo #thorin #druedain #palantiri #gondor #rohan #theodred

[buggreawlthys]

Bombur was now so fat that he could not move himself from his couch to his chair at table, and it took six young dwarves to lift him.

^this guy gets it

#goals #priorities #you know you've made it when #if i'd had to deal w all the crap the company went through in the quest for erebor i'd be right there w him #lotr newsletter #the hobbit #bombur

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Hobbit!

Been thinking about posting my own read throughs of fantasy stories and I’ve finally got a set-up that works for me, so I’m just diving right in. I’d spent a lot of time trying to come up with the perfect approach, but that was daunting and also a little boring, so for now, why not stick with the basics? I’ll be reading through The Hobbit and later The Lord of the Rings, and we’ll see what happens from there. As I'm pretty familiar with the text, be advised that if you aren't there are spoilers galore. Below are my thoughts:

Using the cardinal runes on the map (M being E at top) and the dwarven runes provided in my ebook author’s note for the Hobbit, the two runic messages upon the map can be translated early and read as follows:

“Stand by the grey stone hwen the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of durins day will shine upon the keyhole”

“Five feet high the dor and three may wock abreast. Th. Th.”

Obviously “durins” should be “Durin’s”, though a new reader wouldn’t know this (the note does clarify that the last “Th”s are initials, though). Further, the reader may be confused by the “a” rune in “last” and render it as lost, the a and o runes are nearly identical and this particular rune is actually halfway between them. As dwarven runes have no I/J or U/V distinction, only reading the note to learn this fact will clarify that “five” is not mistakenly spelled “fiue”.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

First sentence analysis: It’s pretty basic, but the fact that “hobbit” is theoretically outside of the reader’s experience does at least cause interest. Further, the imagery cast is that which the full paragraph spends trying to disavow: this isn’t a miserable ditch, but something comfier.

...bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms...

The description of the hobbit hole quickly makes it clear that Bilbo is something of a dandy – indeed by the time he’s repeating “Good morning!” to Gandalf for lack of any other ideas of what to say I suddenly found myself picturing a very short Bertie Wooster dealing with a particularly ragged Jeeves.

He may have lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained – well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

He did: besides the treasure (including a cool weapon and a fun cursed magical artifact designed by one of the setting equivalents of the princes of hell), he gained the friendship of Gandalf and nearly a dozen dwarves. Further, he gains quite a lot of strength of character. But we’ll get there.

There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along...

The Hobbit occupies an odd space in that it was originally designed as a simple fairy tale with no broader implications but then was tied into the greater Legendarium. Thus there are many casual statements that become much more interesting in that light – this one in particular suggests that hobbits were still extant in Britain in the early 20th century.

Bungo Baggins

I want to be mature about this but I cannot.

[Gandalf] had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died…

As the Old Took is Bilbo’s grandfather and Belladonna was merely one of three remarkable daughters, one wonders if Bilbo (and by extension Frodo) is the result of Gandalf’s meddling. I would not be so crass as to suggest that Gandalf was deliberately practicing the eugenics of the Bene Gesserit, but I could see him encouraging marriages across various family lines to his friends in the hopes of keeping the Shire a good and stable place as part of his overall purpose on Middle Earth.

Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows’ sons?

While of course Gandalf may well have been merely telling folk lore (it is a poor fantasy world where every bit of fiction is actually true), I do wonder if he had anything to do with the rescue of any princesses – and who they might be exactly. If he wasn’t personally involved, he could still tell them quite old tales indeed.

...or sailing in ships, sailing to other shores!

As this is about the adventures of other hobbits Bilbo is mentioning, I have to wonder exactly what he means by other shores – most of the known world is just the one continent plus a couple islands. This may be another thing that just doesn’t quite fit into the larger picture of the world. It’s not impossible of course, but it’s odd that Gandalf might have taken hobbits so far south as Gondor before, or to such remote places in the north as Tol Himling. And there’s certainly no other continent within sailing distance – Numenor is sunk, Valinar has been removed bar special circumstances, and the predecessors of the Americas are awfully distant. Then again, tobacco and potatoes had to come from somewhere.

“What on earth did I ask him to tea for!”

Presumably Bilbo, you were under Gandalf’s spell. Or the plot’s.

It was a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt…

I always forget that Dwalin has a blue beard. I don’t know enough about the Legendarium to say how many dwarves have blue hair (possibly dyed?), but it does seem to be something that exists more for the fairy tale angle. Sadly, not only did Peter Jackson’s adaptation skip this crucial detail, but the cartoon made him a rather old-looking dwarf with a gray beard, almost identical to Balin who arrives next (and in fairness, is his brother).

He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short, and then he – as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it however painful – he might have to go without.

Usually fantasy protagonists don’t start worrying about provisions until the adventure’s gotten going. Well, the ones in good stories anyway. The ones in bad stories never worry about provisions at all!

...the four dwarves sat round the table, and talked about mines and gold and troubles with the goblins, and the depredations of dragons, and lots of other things which [Bilbo] did not understand, and did not want to…

1- I’m starting to see where my own love of too many commas comes from. Curse my parents for reading this to me when I was three! They should have read Strunk & White instead!

2- Bilbo really should have paid attention so they wouldn’t have to repeat themselves later. Very rude.

...very soon two purple hoods, a grey hood, a brown hood, and a white hood were hanging on the pegs…

Dwarves might be mostly thought of for their love of metal, but apparently they have hella good dyers too. This joins the green, red, and blue hoods of the dwarves already present, which means we’ve covered effectively the whole rainbow.

...[Gandalf] had also, by the way, knocked out the secret mark that he had put there the morning before.

Gandalf, you’re kind of a dick. Oh, and the remaining dwarves with him add yellow, pale green, and sky blue, so yeah. For the very small number of fantasy writers who long to imitate Tolkien but also want to do something new, please write about dwarvish dyers, I’m begging you. Do they have an extensive collection of mineral dyes? Do they make up for any gaps in the color spectrum with cave mushrooms? What other textile work do they do?

“I suppose you will all stay to super?” he said in his politest unpressing tones.

“Of course!” said Thorin. “And after. We shan’t get through the business till late, and we must have some music first. Now to clear up!”

As someone who hates unexpected guests in general I feel a great deal of sympathy to Bilbo for being caught in my nightmare scenario, though I will give the dwarves credit for clearing up after, though the teasing song can’t have helped matters. Based on his behavior thus far, I assume that Gandalf deliberately misled the dwarves on the psychology of hobbits for a laugh. Probably spent most of Fellowship being angry that Bilbo made sure Frodo was too cultured to be put off by foreign bullshit.

Then Gandalf’s smoke-ring would go green and come back to hover over the wizard’s head.

Sounds like a good mini-game for a vidya. Of course, the purpose is to humble Bilbo even further, since he’d been proud of his smoke rings from yesterday. I wonder what weird crap Belladonna had to put up with; it doesn’t matter that she was a “crazy” Took, you know Gandalf wasn’t happy with her at first either.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells … They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

It’s much less prominent a theme than the decay of the elves, but it’s still very present in the Legendarium that the dwarves used to be a lot more talented than they are in the present day and wrought plenty of magic themselves. There’s also not as much of a distinction between the two kinds of magic as other settings would use – like yeah, the dwarves are mostly craftsmen while the elves are mostly hippies, but we’ll see more dwarven magic in this book that isn’t just making cool loot for level 20 adventurers.

“We like the dark,” said all the dwarves.

I’ve never heard 13 people speak in unison before but I can’t imagine it’s comfortable. This, far more than the song, would make me want to curl up and hide.

...the compliments were quite lost on poor Bilbo Baggins, who was wagging his mouth in protest at being called audacious and worst of all fellow conspirator…

Yes, Gandalf definitely made up a whole bunch of “hobbit facts” for the dwarves to memorize and each and every single one of them was so far away from the truth that if Arda hadn’t been round already it would have changed then and there just to find a place to fit all the bullshit.

Poor Bilbo couldn’t bear it any longer. At may never return he began to feel a shriek coming up inside, and very soon it burst out like the whistle of an engine coming out of a tunnel.

Ignoring the anachronism (the narrator is clearly contemporaneous to the reader and thus may reference things like trains), this is the moment when it becomes clear that Bilbo is an incredible dandy indeed. Even Bertie Wooster was less of a coward than this, as skulking and ill-advised as his schemes generally were. This is precisely the kind of growth that Bilbo will need to experience over the course of this story: can he at least reconcile his Took and Baggins sides to the point where he can talk about adventure without having a full-blown panic attack? And will he be able to invent a sport that is less boring than golf in the process to redeem the family name?

“...And I assure you there is a mark on this door – the usual one in the trade, or used to be. Burglar wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward.”

Forget GRRM’s ranting about taxes, I desperately want to know how the economy of Middle Earth functions that there can be a consistent symbol to put on your door that says, “Yeah I’m down for some B&E bro”. I’m starting to think that the collapse of Arnor was less about war and plague and more about mass looting collapsing the economy. Last-King Arvedui didn’t flee to Forodwaith, he was stuffed in a bag that Thorin’s great-great-etc. uncle forgot to put air holes in.

“There is a dragon marked in red on the Mountain,” said Balin, “but it will be easy enough to find him without that, if ever we arrive there.”

Balin for snarkiest, and therefore best, dwarf.

‘Five feet high the door and three may walk abreast’

Yeah geez Gandalf anyone who took the time to translate the map themselves already know this, why are you spelling it out for the audience? Too much exposition ruins a story!

“How could such a large door be kept secret from everybody outside, apart from the dragon?” he asked. He was only a little hobbit you must remember.

No it’s actually a fair question. Not sure why Tolkien’s giving him shit.

“...not without a mighty Warrior, even a Hero. I tried to find one; but warriors are busy fighting one another in distant lands, and in this neighbourhood heroes are scarce, or simply not to be found.”

Aragorn was like ten at this point and I expect most of the other Rangers were pretty scarce with Tharbad having been lost thirty years ago so this actually does check out in Legendarium terms.

“Long ago in my grandfather Thror’s time our family was driven out of the far North...”

Thorin doesn’t mention it, but they were driven out of the Grey Mountains by dragons, which just goes to show. One imagines that the Ring of Thror, one of the seven, was likely the very instrument that lead to their ancestral homeland being such a tasty target, and that its powers quickly amassed them the hoard that got Smaug’s attention too. Probably for the best that Thorin never got his family’s ring based on how he acted without it.

“...the toy market of Dale was the wonder of the North.”

This however, does feel like it clashes a bit. One hopes Thorin just assumes magic artifacts of all sorts are “toys” as it seems difficult to imagine the economy of the region supporting a market of children’s goods.

“Probably, for that is the dragons’ way, he has piled it all up in a great heap far inside, and sleeps on it for a bed.”

Thorin, we all know that’s exactly what you’d be doing with it too.

“And Thrain your father went away on the twenty-first of April, a hundred years ago last Thursday...”

Captured by Sauron ninety-six years ago last Thursday, more or less, and of course Gandalf found him a few years later on a reconnaissance mission. As is Gandalf’s usual dickish wont, he left the guy there.

“I tried to save your father, but it was too late.”

Don’t argue just because I’m committing character assassination, Gandalf.

“...we must give a thought to the Necromancer.” “Don’t be absurd! He is an enemy far beyond the powers of all the dwarves put together, if they could all be collected again from the four corners of the world.”

Make it out of this book alive before you worry about the sequel, Thorin. That said, Gandalf is of course trying to regather the dwarves as part of his general attempt to get the west ready for when the Necromancer makes his next move.

It was long after the break of day, when he woke up.

Considering how intent the dwarves were on breakfast, I suppose Gandalf told them all in the night that hobbits explode if woken up forcibly or something.

That’s the end of the chapter though. Considering the fantasy’s genre predilection for long, wandering tomes, it also has to be noted that Tolkien manages to stuff quite a lot into the first chapter. Bilbo, Gandalf, and Thorin are well-defined as characters at this point (and the rest of the dwarves are pretty interchangeable anyway), the quest is clearly defined, and much of its back half is at least foreshadowed (Murkwood, Long-Lake, the Mountain itself). Indeed, Tolkien even has room for the pretty extraneous talk of Moria and the Necromancer’s domain, neither of which will be visited in this story.

#the hobbit #j r r tolkien #bilbo baggins #gandalf #thorin #the quest for erebor #let's read

[poedameronwifey]

A true home(The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Girls' outfits

Kate's Pov

I woke to something warm laying on my body. I noticed that it was still dark out but not too dark. I opened my eyes and noticed a fur coat over me like a blanket. I heard a sound next to me and realised that I slept in the living room near the fire with Renée leaning against. I noticed that she also had a fur coat over her but it was darker.

I shook her in an attempt to wake her up. I looked around and noticed Lilith wasn't too far from me so I crawled to her and shook her. She opened her eyes and looked at me with a glare.

"You have 5 seconds to explain why you just fucking woke me up."

"We are leaving soon but we need to make some breakfast for everyone. I need your help, Renée is still knocked out."

She looked behind me and saw that Renae was still in deep sleep and knew there was nothing or no one who could wake her. Lilith groaned but agreed, getting up and yawning.

We both walked past the sleeping dwarves and tried to be as quiet as possible because they needed to rest. The journey was going to be a bitch. I walked into the pantry and realised I could make bacon and eggs. I heard movement behind me so I turned around, Thorin yawned as he walked to me.

"Oh good morning, master Thorin. Lilith and I are about to make breakfast for everyone. You guys need your strength."

I smiled at him as I got the ingredients and walked to the kitchen, Thorin following behind me.

"Thank Lady Kate. It is much appreciated. I will wake the others. I would like to leave at dawn so we can cover as much ground as possible. Please let me know if you need some help. I'll let Bombur know as he is the cook for our group."

He smiled softly at me but it dropped a bit as he looked at what was on my shoulders. I looked at the coat I had on.

"Oh I found this on me this morning. I think one of them gave it to me to make sure I was warm."

"That belongs to Fili. If you would like I can give it to him, Lady Kate."

He offered his hand indicating that he would take the coat. I took it off and gave it to him.

"Oh thank you. I'll be sure to thank him when he wakes up. Oh and please just call me Kate. I'm the furthest thing from a lady."

I rubbed the back of my nape, looking at the floor awkwardly. Thorin just chuckled at my shyness.

"Very well La-Kate. I shall go and wake the others now."

He walked out to wake the others. Lilith and I got to work and started making breakfast. Bombur came in to help us and told us about himself and his family. 14 children?!! Damn. That's amazing. I could never.. I hope I get to meet them one day.

Soon breakfast was served and everyone was in the living room. Bombur, Lilith and I brought the food and asked that they be very quiet as Dad was still sleeping and I don't want to wake him up. I noticed Renée wasn't with them so I went to the living room and noticed she was still sleeping.

I sighed, facepalmed mentally and shook my head. I kneeled in front of her and shook her. She groaned and hid her face behind her hands.

"Bitch get the fuck up now or there will be no food left. And I'll pour water on you,"

She immediately sat up at the mention of food and stood up. The coat that was on her fell to the floor and she noticed it, picking it up,

"Whose is this? I don't remember putting this on when we went to sleep."

"I think one of the dwarves did. Now let's go. You can ask them."

I dragged her to the living room and made her sit down. Everyone had eaten so we quickly had a portion. Lilith took the dishes to the kitchen and Bombur helped clean up as well as the rest. Renée finally remembered the coat and looked at them.

"Hey, is this one of yours? It was on me this morning."

Kili blushed a little and walked up to her, taking it from her.

"Yeah that's mine. I didn't want you to get cold."

Renée was blushing like crazy and looked at the floor, muttering a thank you before heading to her room. The others were all grinning at Kili, and some even winked at him.

I tried not to laugh. Kili likes Renée. I knew it. They are so cute. I decided to get changed so I went to my room and changed my clothes. I was starting to second guess everything. I don't want to leave Dad after finding him after so long.

But I know I need to help the dwarves. I have to save the line of Durin. I'm scared that I'll never see dad again. I know he will join us soon but the doubt is still there. I can't give in to my fear. I can do this. Plus I have Renée and Lilith so I know I can overcome this.

I checked myself once more before heading to the living room where the others were.

Lilith's Pov

I was cleaning up and making sure everything was in order before heading to the living room. I saw Thorin talking to Dwalin and Balin about who knows what so I walked up to them.

"Morning gents. Are we ready? Physically I am but mentally, not even close. Sorry I'm like this in the morning but you'll get used to it. What's the plan?"

I was rambling at this point but I honestly didn't care. Balin explained that we'd be travelling on ponies and try to cover as much ground as possible. Since there weren't enough ponies, the girls and I had to share with one of the dwarves. I nodded.

"Oh this is going to be fun. I've never travelled on a pony before. I mean I have done horse riding but not for long periods of time. I don't want to imagine my legs at the end of the day."

I groaned thinking about how sore my legs will be. They just laughed at me, making me pout. I went to look for Renée and she was in her room, doing her hair.

I took over and brushed her hair for her, I wish I had her hair. It was so long and soft not to mention curly. I absolutely love her hair. I put half of her hair up in a braid and left the rest loose. She thanked me and did my hair for me. I just told her to put it up in a ponytail and she put small braids on the side letting it hang. I put my mom's bead at the end of the bride before hiding it in my hair. We were finally ready.

We got our bags and went outside where the others were. They all smiled at us, making us feel very warm inside. I walked to Thorin and he informed me that Kate will ride with Fili, Renee with Kili and I will ride with Bofur. I nodded and let the girls know.

I grinned, knowing that Kate would be shy the whole time she was riding with Fili and Renée will probably just be oblivious to Kili's flirting attempts. I can't wait to tease them later. I know I'm such a fun sister. But when am I going to have another opportunity like this? We were finally ready to go so we set off on the road onto our new adventure.

I hope Bilbo shows up soon.

Renée's Pov

Lilith informed me that I'm riding with Kili. Kate and I walked over to Fili and Kili. They noticed us making our way over to them and grinned. We just rolled our eyes at them. Only they would be this energetic in the morning.

"Hey boys. Looks like we're riding with you today."

They nodded excitedly and walked to their ponies. I suddenly realised something. I looked at Kili and noticed he was a little bit taller than me. How did I not see that? I felt someone shake me and snapped out of my thoughts. I looked to see Kate's hands on my shoulders, looking at me with a worried look. I told her I was fine.

I realised that the boys were up on the ponies already so I walked to Kili. He grinned at me and offered his hand. I rolled at his antics. I can't fall for him. I can't give in no matter how much I want to. He helped me up and I sat in front of him. I put my hands in the pony's hair, smiling. I felt Kili's hands leaning on my thighs holding the reins and his breath on my neck.

I tried not to freak out but it was becoming very hard not to. This was all so new to me. I've never been in this situation before. I tried not to think about it and pushed it to the back of my mind. Focus Renée. You're not here to fall in love. You are here to save him and that's it.

We finally got on the road. I talked to everyone. Turness out Ori was the youngest, Bifur was Bofur and Bombur's cousin and he had an accident making him unable to speak anything except Khuzdul. It has been a while since we left. Everyone was making bets to see if uncle Bilbo would show up. The girls and I decided to take part and bet that he would. Suddenly we heard someone yelling.

"Wait!"

I turned my head and saw Bilbo running down the road after us. I knew he'd show up. I had no doubt about it. Plus I don't think he liked the idea of letting his daughters travel with a bunch of men, well dwarves. Everyone stopped their ponies and turned to his direction,

"I signed it!"

He hands the contract over to Balin who looks it over.

"Everything appears to be in order. Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield."

"Give him a pony."

"No, no, that won't be necessary, I'm sure I can keep up on foot. I've done my fair share of walking holidays, you know. I even got as far as Frogmorton once."

Fili and Kili rode alongside Bilbo and hoisted him onto the pony. Kate and I laughed behind our hands while Lily just smirked and shook her head. He looked so uncomfortable. We rode up to him.

"Um Pops, you know the pony can sense your distress, You need to relax."

He attempted to relax and managed to but he still looked uncomfortable. Kat was laughing at him. He then started sneezing and rubbing his nose.

"Oh, all this horse hair. I'm having a reaction."

He searched in his pocket for something. He looked up in panic when he couldn't find it,

"Wait! Wait! Stop! We have to turn around."

"My dear Bilbo, what on earth is the matter?"

"I forgot my handkerchief!"

From the front of the line, Bofur tears a piece of cloth from his shirt. He tosses it to Bilbo.

"Here, use this!"

Bilbo caught the rag and looked at it in disgust.

"Move on!"

We resumed our journey. Kate took out her spare handkerchief and gave it to Bilbo. Of course Bilbo would ask to turn around for a handkerchief but honestly I expected nothing less. Trust Kate to have a spare.

"You'll have to manage without pocket-handkerchiefs and a good many other things, Bilbo Baggins, before we reach our journey's end. You were born to the rolling hills and little rivers of the Shire, but home is now behind you; the world is ahead."

I took in Gandalf's words. I wasn't ready for what was going to come but I knew I had to face it for the sake of the line of Durin. I wasn't going to give up.

#katherine wolfe #lilith everdeen #the hobbit #kili #fili #the company of thorin oakenshield #renee griffin #dwarves #bilbo baggins #gandalf #Quest to reclaim Erebor #thorin oakenshield

[pollyna]

au in which Thror gives Thorin in marriage to Dwalin, of all the people, and they spent the next seventy-five years living the most scandalous marriage ever, even if most of it is just rumours. They call each other husband when the title is the least appropriate and Dwalin makes very not-so-explicit jocks about what he's going to do to the future king once they're alone, around every important person they meet and once. Once they, both of them, almost proposed a threesome to Thranduil and Dìs choked on her wine. The best part, as Thorin always says to his mother, is that they scandalise the court and then spent entire hours laughing about what they did, sharing a bed so big they could have slept in all the positions they wanted and still have all the space to be comfortable.

The fall of Erebor changes everything and they change with it. They still call each other husband whenever they can but now it's more serious and more composed, neither of them laughs as much as they did before and, along the road, they both lose more friends and family than they're comfortable speaking about. They still share a room and a bed but most of the time are made of their capes and the tiny hope to find a way to reclaim their home. Khazad-dûm signs another step, even bigger than before, and now Thorin is king, without all his people and his mountain. That day, in a matter of hours, he lost his king, his father, his brother and his brother-in-law and Dwalin was a close call, in the middle of them.

(Balin is going to tell Bilbo, decades later, that that was the moment he knew he could have followed Thorin to hell and back because he was deserving of his loyalty just like a true king can be. What Thorin remembers of that day, those days, it's the fear, the blood, so much blood, Dwalin's body in the middle of the others and no one them getting up, none of them answering his desperate calls.)

Ered Luin becomes their home, even if it takes other blood, other tears and so much hard work to even arrive at the end of the day that Thorin finds it difficult to believe that that was the best place to start again. Every winter is longer than the one before, work is a little harder to find and Men tend to pay them less and less. On top of that, every Lord of the Mountain has to say his, her or their bit about this or that matter leaving Thorin with no time at all for his family or sleeping. Most of the nights, when he finally comes home, Dwalin is already sleeping, sometimes cuddling Fìli or Kìli or both of them, and Thorin can just lie on his back and try to sleep without making much fuss. Other nights the bed is cold because Dwalin is out for his job and his nephews are already sleeping and everything seems almost too quiet to scare him.

A decade passed, and then another, Dìs is back drawing jewels for rich people and the money is a little more but still just enough to let them breathe. Dwalin twirls his hair between his tattooed finger, you're getting white husband, and Thorin can't do anything if not laughing, if you think me going white is a reason enough to ask for divorce you're sorely mistaken and I should have done that when you shaved your head.

(They already talk about it, the two of them, if the time should come and one, or both, should find his One Thorin would concede an annulment of the marriage. Dwalin had laughed because aye but stop trying to get read of me, oh husband of mine. It happens, in the end, after almost a century of marriage. Dwalin saves Ori, even if he still doesn't know his name, from a falling rock and Ori invites him for tea, as thank you, and so it starts. It takes Dwalin six months to ask for the divorce, and Thorin is hugging him so hard against his chest because I'm so happy for you my dear, but they never stops calling each other husband. When asked Ori answers he doesn't have a problem with it because Dwalin calls him in so many other sweet ways.)

Now they're both laughing, their forehead touching and, for a couple of moments, their back in the hall of Erebor, so young and without a single concern, scandalising people and training at dawn and cuddling even in the middle of summer when both of them were already all muscles and lost altogether their delicate complexion while getting tattoos and piercings in memories of great deeds they did. Scandalising everyone and fighting with the strength of an army against any enemy of their home, begin called the Prince and his Husband by the rest of the soldiers and living up to the next day, the next battle, to hold each other's hand while Oìn closes another future scar.

It ends, or maybe it just begins again, when Thorin comes to Bag End. He's walking non-stop for two days and his feet hurts so bad he could probably just sit on the grass and wait for someone to rescue him but, after only three tries, he comes to his designated destination. He can hear all the voices coming from inside the house, he can hear his nephews and all the merry band he and Bailn created in the last two years but, most of all, he can hear Dwalin laughing and his heart feels a little lighter now and his feet hurt a little less. He almost doesn't notice the hobbit when he finally can enter the house, too worried to run and not to make a bad impression in front of his ex-husband. He doesn't remember the last time he had time for a decent bath and his hair are all over the place and Thorin knows he's being dumb because it's Dwalin he's thinking about and they saw each other in the worst of the situations, they were married for so long!, but he still giddy and his emotions are all over the place, but he can do it, can't he? They saw each other a little shy over two and half years before, at the beginning of the search for the people of the quest and he misses him. But Dwalin smiles at him, just a couple of tattoos he doesn't recognise and their foreheads touch and everything is out of phase for a little while. Dwalin who still calls him husband and still has on his braid even when he wears Ori's too, Dwalin who, after the quest, will address as Consort and he will laugh back because not any more lads, but still he will do and say all the right things to make him go red in the face in front of his allies and his One, without being crass (not that much at least).

(That same night, or maybe during one of them, Nori will explain to Bilbo that they used to be married, because of his grandfather, and about how people tried to avoid them together because one could never know what they were going to say and how, after all, Ori come in the scene because of falling rocks and Thorin had considered one of the few divorces of their history. Bilbo will sit and listen, trying to grasp how it would feel to have someone like that to share an entire life or at least a good part of it.) (He's going to find out, a little over a year and a half later when Thorin will finally leave his bed in the tent and start addressing all the problems and the work Erebor needs to be livable again. He will discover how Dwalin must have felt having Thorin and Ori as part of his life when, one afternoon, Thorin is going to invite him over for tea and gift him with the first of the courtship braids, smiling so softly to almost breaking Bilbo's heart. He will discover it and it's going to be another adventure altogether. He will go to Dwalin, at some point or another, to ask for advice for the better gift for his One, even if hobbits don't have a One, and Dwalin will laugh and teach him own to work in the forge, even if the results won't be promising, at least at the beginning.)

#thorin oakenshild #dwalin #platonic wedding #platonic dworin #<- one of my favs #thror does what a mad king does #arranged marriage #did i give them almost a century of platonic marriage? bet your ass i did #dwarrows are demiaro and demisexual #fìli & kìli #ori #the company #dìs #dwalin x ori #canonical character death #pre quest #erebor #ered luin #and i made an entire race on the aroace spectrum too #bilbo baggins #implied future thilbo #thorin x bilbo #otp: come knocking at my door (i'm home i'm home) #bagginshield #ironquill #three weeks of falling asleep on this but apparently i finally put it on writing lol #what a prompt #the hobbit #twt (aka timeline what timeline)

[thevalleyisjolly]

Got really caught up thinking how I’d rewrite The Hobbit movie trilogy if I had to keep the three-film structure and all the existing characters, and it’s so fun but I’m going to have no time to actually write this, help.

#the valley is posting #i'm not a tolkien purist and i do understand a lot of the changes the trilogy had to make as a film adaptation #some of the ideas were very good; others had potential but were not always executed well #one of the few things i like about dos is thorin and bard's conflict #that's a fantastic example of two characters both having very valid arguments that are also completely at odds with each other #that's how you do good conflict! have both characters be right given their individual contexts but those contexts clash when they meet! #i think tauriel's storyline could be much stronger if it were tied to the dol goldur storyline instead of/before the erebor plot #have her be in contact with radagast from the start; both of them being very concerned about what's happening in mirkwood #and if you really want her to go to erebor #then in dos; have her follow the orcs who attacked the party back to dol goldur #she arrives just as radagast leaves gandalf there and they discuss what's going on #tauriel puts two and two together and comes to the conclusion that someone at dol goldur is very interested in the dwarves' quest #so she heads towards erebor to discover what the dwarves are up to and why someone at dol goldur is invested in them #so many more ideas; i should probably go write them all down somewhere other than a tag essay

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

alas I've no WiPs to post about currently, but thank you for tagging me nonetheless! :D I would like to know about "in which maybe everyone goes to gundabad" 👀

i was not sure! figured i'd send it your way in case :D

but! everyone goes to gundabad. this one's also mostly outline, in no small part bc it would require knowing all the details of the helf trio story and the dwarf politics brigade story, which. i do not. but est had opinions on it already so i gave it some words to make it be quiet

altho! return to carn dum might mess with it a bit. i had been thinking (before it was announced) that est and corunir were running around angmar and helping to irritate the last iron crown holdouts, and then followed one of the parties taking the iron pass into car bronach. est wasn't going to get most of the epic- that was gonna be for glainyn and my woefully underdeveloped stout-axe. isena & isedd i wasn't thinking were gonna be major players- they're hanging out with leothred for history of the rohirrim, mostly. helf trio (well. helf duo- silmeniel doesn't go adventuring lol) is mostly 'what do you have?' 'a cursed gaunt-lord staff :D' 'nO-'

still very vague, but does technically exist!

#ask games #fun fact! est has not been back to moria since vol2 and sprinted thru erebor before the garrison got back #she is Unaware of all that :) #also there are shenanigans about 'everyone finds a special gem' #the zidir-nesad quests were fun. not fun enough i'm doing Every Deed In Gundabad again tho #ty friend :D

[mrkida-art]

Prince Balin of Durin's Folk

#my art #my doodles #did this as my warmup today haha #the hobbit #tolkien #lotr #dwarves #the lord of the rings #durin's folk #longbeards #balin #balin the dwarf #thorin's company #I love balin he is an absolute mad lad #did guy went to war as a child #then he went on two separate quests for erebor #why stop at two missions with high risk of death?? #LET'S ADD A THIRD #also I actually referenced old photos of ken stott for this #Made me realize that Balin was actually super well casted because he looks a bit like Thorin etc #the line of durin #the royal line of durin

[failing-thought]

Yo does anyone know the name of a hobbit AU where they didn't get the mountain open? I've been looking for it and cannot find it

#the hobbit #fanfiction #bilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #erebor #post quest for erebor #maybe it was reshirement??? #i am not sure but thats the premise

[formenos]

knock knock where’s my arkenstone

#the lord of the rings #the hobbit #the hobbit an unexpected journey #the hobbit the desolation of smaug #the hobbit the battle of the five armies #thorin durin #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #the company of thorin oakenshield #the hobbit films #the hobbit book #i hate tauriel #thranduil #erebor #the quest of Erebor

[lightcreators]

look at me meme / @tiimecrash​

Condensed  lifetime  had  been  experienced  inside  one  second  ;  that  cannot  be  measured  inside  actual  period  he  passed,  for  be  as  merely  minutes  passed  since  his  return.  During  decades,  inside  that  gentle  sensation  of  that  upcomping  belonging  someday  to  the  stars,  he  had  been  dreaming  on  that  moment  when  his  humble  Hobbit  self  would  cross  path  of  a  Time  Lord  ….  an  certain  gear  that  will  be  set  in  motion,  that  cannot  be  stopped  anymore,  who  wasn’t  anymore  accessible  from  his  distance,  who  cannot  been  cancelled  anymore.  Someday,  his  goodbye  with  the  Doctor  will  be  looking  as  a  far  away  foreshadowing  move  of  another  reunion  from  someone  else  …  of  that  inevitable  sentiment  following  circumstances  of  their  own  world  …  of  that  responsability  touch  of  realization  towards  circumstances.  Even  if  his  disappareance  lasted  from  their  perspective  a  couple  of  minutes,  even  since  he  leaved  behind  that  blue  box  full  of  remembrances  elements,  he  had  been  expecting  Gandalf  welcoming  with  warm  riddles  or  offering  an  serious  expression  over  his  responsabilities.  Nevertheless,  even  a  magican  —  especially  a  magician  —  can  understood  weight  inside  his  fragile  shoulders  when  he  perceived  the  future  of  an  woman  who  had  fallen  from  the  stars.  Nevertheless,  especially  a  wizard  could  understand  complexity  of  affections  when  a  vow  of  silence  tourmented  him  —  no  one  could  know  what  happened  inside  that  box  of  memories.  No  one  could  know  density  of  knoweldge  he  received  from  that  witch  from  another  universe,  who  barely  crossed  around  his  universe  without  touch  it.  No  one  could  know  couple  of  knoweldge  that  cannot  be  exposed,  when  certain  events  were  to  be  foreshadowed.  Inside  these  travels,  nothing  about  himself  had  been  exposed.  Featherine  never  exposed  something  over  the  future  to  came  —  but  he  had  been  the  one  facing,  but  he  had  been  the  one  realization,  all  these  circumstances,  that  meeting  itself,  all  of  these  moments  had  been  experienced  before  …  and  the  other  end  cannot  know  about  it.  Before  facing,  inside  an  place  who  wasn’t  inside  familiarty  of  his  memories,  another  face  of  an  dear  loved  one  —  who  changed,  who  learn  to  live  a  portion  of  his  life  without  him,  where  consciousness  of  their  universe  difference  touched  him  frontally.  Where  he  understood,  afterwards  that  strange  meeting  between  dimensions,  without  the  eyes  of  a  witch  on  them,  where  they  was  a  chance  to  be  together  again,  he  would  have  to  carry  the  burden.  The  lady  from  the  stars  he  knew  inside  his  current  universe  cannot  know  she  will  one  day  travelling  once  more  inside  the  universes  and  live  others  experiences  …  The  lady  of  the  stars  sublimating  his  daily  life  would  one  day  leaving  him  for  others  borders.  It  was  a  future  he  perceived,  a  certain  future.

Regrets  about  maybe  not  be  an  caring  presence  over  Featherine  Augustus  Aurora  would  always  tourmenting  him  somewhere  inside  his  mind.  Worries  about  his  low  influence  inside  her  actions  and  how  much  he  was  supposed  to  influence  others  with  her  legacy  will  probably  never  stop  tourmenting  him.  Created  moves  cannot  be  cancelled.  There  will  be  no  way  for  wish  for  another  chance  to  touch  another  possibility  once  another  decision  had  been  made  …  Gandalf  trusted  him,  entrusted  him  with  carefulness  they  had  been  realizing  circumstances.  He  foolishly  thought  it  will    be  easy.  Besides,  as  much  it  displeased  him,  he  had  to  preparing  Featherine’s  legacy  to  the  Game  Master  that  will  show  up  inside  their  universe.  He  was  the  supporter  of  the  Game  Master  to  come,  nevertheless,  sensed  his  interferences  would  be  limited  directly.  Even  inside  an  more  personal  manner,  he  would  have  to  be  an  protective  presence  towards  the  sunshine  Time  Lady  who  illuminated  his  life.  He  refused  to  hide  that  portion  of  that  life  from  her.  He  refused  to  never  spoke  of  that  infinity  of  existence  experienced  in  a  few  seconds.  However,  even  since  he  appreciated  calmness  of  his  countryside  without  changing  his  old  habits,  he  did  great  take  care  to  push  behind  and  sealing  drawings  and  written  remembrances  concerning  her  future  self.  It  would  be  the  only  one  sealed  lock  he  would  have  to  keep  preciously  for  himself.  Meantime,  he  wanted  assuring  himself  she  will  be  fine  —  that  she  will  still  appreciating  that  peaceful  life  as  always,  sometimes  welcomed  by  an  magician  filled  of  mysteries,  that  gravity  and  maturity  of  his  expression  won’t  be  taken  wrongly.  On  his  side,  he  didn’t  wanted  to  forget  these  stories  he  won’t  be  able  to  tell.  These  tales  in  which  he  had  been  the  reader,  in  which  he  would  to  becoming  differently  the  author,  had  to  bring  an  understandable  meaning.

It  was  indeed  possible,  a  long  time  ago,  before  that  moment  was  sent  in  motion,  his  existence  had  been  unconcerned  of  potential  responsabilities  inside  his  shoulders.  He  observed  his  colleagues  amusingly  from  an  far  away  gaze,  fullfilled  of  affections,  where  there  was  an  appreciation  of  details  he  never  cared  to  looking  too  much.  He  was  sensible  to  how  the  lady  coming  from  the  stars  reacted  every  day.  Often,  he  was  thoughtful.  Often,  he  was  watching  over  that  sky,  wandering  about  that  witch  could  do  between  dimensions  …  On  that  day  when  he  left  open  the  windows  and  was  arranging  various  notebooks  and  sketchbooks,  curiousity  of  Sola  was  pleasant  to  perceiving.  He  didn’t  know  how  to  explain  it.  He  didn’t  know  how  he  could  even  exposing  an  fragment  of  the  truth.  Featherine  hadn’t  been  here,  even  if  she  had  been  coming  accidentally,  for  return  her  inside  her  universe.  Himself  didn’t  know  if  there  was  an  TARDIS  somewhere  sleeping  inside  his  universe  …  Himself  didn’t  know  how  circumstances  would  bring  evolution  inside  their  story  …  He  knew  the  beginning.  He  knew  the  end.  He  hoped  for  an  nice  epilogue.  As  far  he  remember,  he  never  draw  that  blue  box  often  —  magnificient  landscapes  of  locations  he  remembered  faintly  to  have  touched  inside  another  timeline  desired  to  been  exposed  …  besides  he  mostly  visited  planets  who  wasn’t  that  much  different  of  his  world.  Peaceful  moments  associated  to  fairy  magic  for  an  Hobbit  :  an  illusion  of  appearances  of  something  sinister  who  was  hanging,  an  illusion  of  calmness  while  an  Time  Lord  reached  another  perspective  …  He  sensed  his  own  thoughtfulness,  that  silent  ache  inside  his  heart.    ❝  I  don’t  know  how  long  I’ve  been  gone.  Since  theoretically,  I  never  left.  It  was  just  a  few  minutes.  I  could  never  talk  about  everything  I  saw,  everything  I’ve  written,  everything  I’ve  drawn,  everything  I’ve  experienced  in  these  memories  …  That  universe  will  not  understand.  My  universe  will  not  understand.  However,  I  don’t  want  to  hide  it  from  you.    ❞  He  dared  recognized  silency  their  universe  difference  that  would  be  always  standing,  when  contact  of  their  closeness  inside  that  break  of  his  brightness  created  a  desire  to  touch  her  hair.    ❝  The  stars  that  I  have  touched  will  only  be  memories  that  will  one  day  be  in  danger  of  being  extinguished,  which,  like  a  dream,  appeared  during  a  moment  of  a  night  —  cruel  distance  of  these  distant  stars  …  to  which  I  must  take  care  to  one  that  comes  from  them.    ❞

#tiimecrash #ic :: bilbo baggins #frodo third timeline tag #pre quest of erebor tag #bilbo and sola tbt. #long post / #*weeping in the background* #( answered. )

[fizzyxcustard]

Those Hands.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insecurity, comparison, angst, sexual references, mutual pining, idiots in love.

Comments/Notes: From the imagine, "Imagine that Thorin is in love with you (from the race of Men) but constantly compares his body and features with other men, thinking you find him disgusting." Requested by multiple readers and anons. (THANK YOU!)

I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.

Thorin watched every little interaction that you had with other males, whether they be Dwarves, Men or Elves. He couldn’t help but watch you blush, avert eye contact and use self-soothing gestures, such as touching your face, curling your hair with your fingers, or rubbing your upper arms. 

Since Thorin had been crowned King of Erebor, and re-building was underway, many people visited the mountain. Bard came from Esgaroth, often meeting with Thorin in council, to discuss trade deals and assistance in building. Much to Thorin’s distain, Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, also came. Again, he joined the council to converse around the subject of trade deals in precious metals and gemstones.  

Your relationship with Thorin was entirely built on trust. The two of you had been companions out on the road during the quest to re-take Erebor. He had always valued your opinion, spoke with you in private, and kept you close to him on his council of advisors. Erebor was now your home, despite you being of the race of Men. Your family were all gone, meaning that the Dwarves had now taken that place, welcoming you into the fold and treating you as one of their own. 

One morning, council was busy. Neldra, one of the kitchen staff, was on hand with jugs of cold drinks and pots of tea. Then once all the drinks were laid out neatly on intricately laced doilies, she came back with a trolley of fresh pastries. 

The smell was divine; you took an inhale and let the scent overtake you. Apple and cinnamon were among the selection: your favourite. 

You reached out to take one of the pastries, only to feel another hand graze yours. “I apologise,” a voice came, from the direction of the hand. 

It was Bard, from two seats down to your right hand side, who had stretched across to grab one of Neldra’s famous delicacies. “It was no bother,” you replied. “You first.” 

“Ladies first. I insist.” 

Thorin’s blue eyes studied the scene going on before him. No one else had noticed the exchange between you and Bard. Upon the impact of yours and Bard’s hands, Thorin felt a jolt in his chest. It rose up into his throat, and he closed his eyes for a brief second. The red hot sensation bore into him, feeling as if it were forming a hole straight through him. Upon opening his eyes, Thorin looked at his hands, then glanced across to Bard’s. The man’s hands were broad, but his fingers long and slender. Very much unlike Thorin’s. The Dwarf King’s fingers were short and bulky, with stubby ends. Surely Bard’s hands would have the dexterity and skill to caress your skin, drawing shivers from you. A Dwarf’s hands would be too calloused and thick to evoke any kind of pleasurable sensation upon a woman from the race of Men. 

Chatter continued, along with eating and drinking. In that time, Thorin tried his hardest to push the negative thoughts from his mind, and concentrate on the conversation at hand, which involved the realms of Erebor and Esgaroth exchanging skilled workers and apprentices. 

Thranduil was also present and merely rolled his eyes as the conversation got underway between Bard and Thorin. The Elven King did not like to waste his time, and being in this council meant that there were stints of time where his input was not needed. 

“Would you like another drink?” you asked Thranduil, picking up the nearest china pot of tea. 

“I would much prefer wine, but since I’m not within my realm, I would not say no.”

Thorin’s gaze darted over to Thranduil, and then to you. He saw you brush a piece of hair behind your ear, and then look up at the Elven King sat opposite you. Your ears were small, with one golden hoop earring in each lobe. Then Thorin looked at Thranduil’s ears; pointed at the tip, finely structured. They weren’t big, round and sticking out. Thorin’s ears were ugly, and thankfully he could keep them hidden under his long hair. Secretly, he had always imagined you whispering against them, your lips brushing them. It made Thorin shiver. 

Once council had concluded, Thorin left the chamber and headed back to the royal wing. Once inside and he stood in front of his full length dress mirror, staring at the protruding ears on the side of his head. Then he studied his large hands, thinking back to Bard’s. 

The males from the races of Men and Elves made you blush in a way that Thorin never had. Their bodies were more finely crafted, which complemented yours. They had finer features with smaller noses and brows. 

Thorin shifted back and sat on his bed, his hands in his lap. He took one more glance at them, feeling disgusted at what he saw. They would never be good enough for you. None of his body would ever be good enough for you. Everything about him was oversized, not delicate and handsome like Bard and Thranduil. Both of them had lost their wives, and may have wished to re-marry, so they would make better husbands for you. 

***

The following day and Thorin was sat in the council room, signing documents. His quill scratched loudly against the parchment. 

You walked in, holding a further stack of documents in your hands. “These should be the last ones,” you said, offering a smile. 

Thorin looked up at you. No blush on your face to be seen. 

“Is everything alright?” you asked. There was something in his eyes, a thoughtfulness. Maybe even a sadness. You sat down in an empty seat next to Thorin. “What’s wrong?” On impulse, you placed your hand on top of his. 

Thorin looked at your hands, watching your thumb gently caress his knuckle. How huge his hand looked against yours. But how right it felt, as if the size did not matter, and they were still able to fit together as one. 

“There is nothing wrong,” Thorin said, forcing a weak smile. “I hear that Bard is leaving this afternoon. Will you not be wishing him farewell?” 

“I barely know him,” you replied. “I’d feel it strange to do so.” 

“Would you wish to get to know him?” 

“I don’t know. Why do you ask?”

“Surely you find him handsome,” Thorin continued, pulling the new stack of documents over towards him. 

“Not really. Can’t say I do. There’s some reason to you asking this, Thorin.” 

“Why would I have any reason?” 

“There’s always a reason to anything that you ask. I know you enough by now. Talk to me. You’ve always given me more trust than I deserve, and never questioned me liked this before.” 

Thorin took a deep inhale and looked at you, dropping his quill. “Who do you find handsome? If not Bard, maybe Thranduil?” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Why ever would you think I’m attracted to King Thranduil?” The whole idea was so comical that you couldn’t help but keep giggling. “It takes….” You couldn’t stop the giggling. “A special….kind of woman….to…..” 

Thorin also began to chuckle, watching your face turn red in amusement and delight. His heart somehow felt lighter as he watched you, and that overwhelming love for you rose. It was a love that would allow him to do anything to make you happy. It was a love that would make him sacrifice his very life to keep you safe. It was sacrificial and unconditional. 

You could see the glow in Thorin’s eyes and the smile which curled his lips upwards. He was the one you found handsome, above all others. The intensity in his eyes made butterflies swarm in your stomach. His proud presence caused you to shiver whenever he entered a room. His voice was enough to make your imaginations travel to another place where only the two of you were, locked away in comfort, pursuing wondrous pleasure. 

You edged closer to Thorin. “You said you want to know who I find handsome?” 

Thorin’s heart was hammering now and he was sure that you would be able to hear it. 

“It’s you.” Your voice was a whisper. “It’s always been you. How could it not be you? Why would you ever think I’d be attracted to Bard and Thranduil?” 

Thorin closed his eyes in embarrassment. “My features and body are not like theirs.” 

“So why would that not make you handsome?” 

“My hands…” 

“Your hands?” you giggled. This time a blush did hit your cheeks, and it was even more vivid than it had ever been when in the company of any other man. “You have found out my secret.” 

“What secret?” Thorin asked, shifting ever so slightly closer to you. He had never wanted you any more than he did in those moments. The very thought that it was him that you found handsome was making his whole being rise, but anticipation was now racing down his spine in shivers. 

“I have had a fantasy for some time now, since meeting you, of what you could do to me with those hands,” you said, biting your lip. 

Thorin couldn’t hold back any more and moved even closer to you, his hand cupping your cheek. His breath was elevated and his eyes were sparkling with so much joy, but slight fear. 

His lips crashed against yours and you both groaned upon impact. Within seconds and the kiss had grown deep, your tongues both meeting. You couldn’t help but whimper as Thorin’s lips left yours and trailed down your neck. His beard tickled your skin and then as he grew more impatient, you could feel the tickle become a bristling, sharp sensation. Your hands became lost in his hair as he nuzzled at your neck, groaning and grunting. 

Thorin felt your fingertips brush over his ears, and it drew an overwhelming shiver from his very core. 

“I love you, Thorin,” you said again. “Now show me what you can do with those hands.” 

***

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