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shurikthereject · 5 days
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I couldn't stop thinking about Dwobbit Frodo for the love of me and just HAD to draw him. It certainly didn't help seeing @mathelaw 's headcannons for Dwobbits lmfaoo. I still can't decide if I want to keep his style more Ereborian or lean more towards the Reshirement style. Either way I wanted to draw Thorin looking proudly at his son for the sake of my own soul.
Flower symbolism (There wasn't enough space so I'm gonna put it here):
-Frodo's sword: Ivy - Endurance, friendship
-Frodo's red jacket: Oak leaves - strenght
-Bilbo's shirt: Nemophilia - Happiness, you're my one and only (haha get it? One? yeah)
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lordoftherazzles · 6 months
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“It’s hard to believe he’s a year old,” Bilbo sighed, one arm hooking through one of Thorin’s, and a hand reaching out to wiggle at one of Frodo’s feet, helping to contribute to the reason for the dwobbit’s giggles. “It feels like just yesterday that Frodo came into our lives.”
And what an adventure that had been.
An adventure that had started with the innocent intention of simply planting that acorn that Bilbo had held onto all this time. Only when the ground was fertile and recovered from the battle a few years prior had he felt that the little seed would thrive. To grow strong into a big protective oak to watch over Erebor, much like the king himself. And after having planted that seed together hand in hand and atop a pile of dirt, Yavanna had been gracious.
The acorn had sprouted, and as months went by, that little sprout was tended to with all the love that a parent might give their child, whether it was Thorin or Bilbo, it never went without proper watering or even just company. And over time, the gift of that acorn was far more than that of a tree beginning to take root - but a blessing that Bilbo didn’t think was meant for him or Thorin.
(An excerpt from Concerning Dwobbits, by lordoftherazzles🍃)
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Sorry this took so long but have some more Bagginshield featuring Dwobbit Frodo! 🌱
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darthstitch · 1 year
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Bilbo Baggins deciding to adopt Dream of the Endless as one of his dwobbit children.
"Ah yes, you're a proper Baggins now, dear Morpheus or Lorien or Irmo or whatever name you'd like to choose. Tea is at 4, if you please."
"...Bilbo, ghivashel, did we just turn one of the Valar into a.... dwobbit?"
"I find myself rather partial to the idea. My husband would make an excellent dwobbit himself."
"Well, of course that husband of yours is welcome to join us! We have recipes to swap!"
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necrobratz · 1 year
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some doodles i kinda hate but its fine 🫶🫶🫶
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In a world where hobbits are born from planting seeds, dwarves would be flocking to the shire in droves to set up camp and try and woo a spouse.
They’d be planting all the acorns and dwobbits would quickly become the dominate species in Middle Earth
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myeaglesong · 4 months
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A Dwobbit of the Shire - Chapter 1
He is Frodo Baggins, the only son of Billa Baggins. He has lived a life the same as most other Hobbits who dwell within the Shire, filled with an admiration for things that grow, live, and thrive. Frodo has never wanted for anything, for Billa has given her young son all that she could.  Frodo has found love and laughter with his lifelong friend, Samwise, who became his lover two years ago and now they are engaged to be married in a month's time.    
The only question that Frodo has left to answer, is the one that leads to the identity of his father.  Frodo has never known his father, for he left The Shire before his mother knew that she was carrying him.  Frodo was sad at first, but the young Faunt grew to accept that his father would not be a part of his life.  Though Frodo often wondered who he was.  His mother gets these sad looks in her eyes when she talks about him and when Frodo was a growing Faunt, the young Hobbit plagued her with questions about his father.  What was his name? Where did he come from? Where did he go? Was he a Hobbit?    No, to that, Billa can answer without hesitation.  Frodo was not the son of another Hobbit. 
Frodo had discovered that he was but one half Hobbit, the locals of The Shire have called him a Dwobbit, as his ears are not as pronounced as most other Hobbits.   In the years that Frodo grew up, he learned that asking the questions about his father brought his mother undue pain.   Frodo relented from asking them after a year, but the question always remained.    
The year of Frodo coming to be the age of marriage for a Hobbit, Billa had given Frodo the diary of the time that she courted his father, in the hope that it might answer his long-held questions.    Upon reading the diary, however, his questions were muddled with more riddles.   
It began on a summer day in the town of Bree.  
Frodo had met with Merry and Pippin near the river bank, he was perched upon a rock, his feet hanging over the edge of the rocks, dipping his toes into the cool water below.  His hands clutched the diary, as he ran over the words.  But it was hard to concentrate with Pippin bouncing around on the rocks.  
“Frodo, can you see it now?” the second Hobbit cheered, Pippin flashed that cheeky grin of his. 
“This wedding will be the envy of the Shire.” Pippin chortled. 
“I'm getting a wee bit jealous,” Merry said, “It's alright for you, you're smitten with the eldest daughter of old Proudfoot.” Merry pulled a sulking face. 
“Can you help a young Faunt if he's smitten?” Pippin grinned. 
“Whoever thought that you would be interested in young Marigold Proudfoot?” Merry sulked.  
“My mother travelled for a year with a company of Dwarves, that wasn't expected” Frodo said, skimming over a few pages absently.  Pippin noticed the book and reached to grab it.  Frodo saw his hand reaching for the item, pulling it away from Pippin's prying fingers just in time.  
“It's all in this diary,” Frodo said.   “It's the same diary that Billa gifted to me on my engagement. It's the journal she kept in the winter before she had me.” The dark-haired Hobbit stared into the midst of the pages in front of him
“And do you think that will tell you who your father is?” Pippin tilted his head curiously. 
“I want to invite my father to the wedding,” Frodo said, “but this may well give me a clue as to who he is,” he exhaled. 
Frodo reminisced on the truth that Billa had told to him.   His father and she had enjoyed a winter romance.  He left before Frodo was even born, before Billa knew that she was carrying him.  
“November the 1st,  what a wonder! Thorin had been celebrating the win at the Battle Of The Five Armies.  He came to visit me and we found our common spark renewed.  I showed him the Shire and we picnicked in Bree.  We drank too much Dwarvish wine and one thing led to another, hanging by our bellies like two sparrows.” Frodo read.  His cheeks and ears flushed crimson red.  Thinking of his mother having a very enticing encounter with the renowned Dwarven King was illuminating.   
Merry and Pippin were equally awkward but Pippin's cheekiness outweighed any embarrassment he felt.   “Hold on Frodo,” Pippin said, noting that Frodo had his fingers ready to turn the page.   
“What do sparrows have to do with winter love?” Pippin asked.   Pippin was courting the pretty Marigold Proudfoot and yet he knew so little of the world around him.     
“Hanging by their bellies like sparrows, that's just how they talked back then,” Frodo elaborated.   Pippin's eyes twinkled mischievously.    
“They had a certain way of putting things, didn't they?” Pippin pointed out.   
Frodo flipped through a few more pages until he paused at a particular page that he had marked.  
Pippin placed his hands behind his head, balancing across two rocks.  How he managed to keep his balance without falling into the river was a miracle of Yavanna to be sure.  
“Frodo, it seems like  this Thorin might be your father,” Pippin said.  He bounded down from the rocks he'd been skipping over, coming to sit beside Frodo and a momentarily silent Merry.  
“Frodo?” Merry asked.   Merry had noted his friend's pause for thought.  
“Well, this part reads a bit differently,” Frodo noted.  The dark haired Hobbit  pointed to the passage.
Merry and Pippin looked over his shoulder enticing Frodo to read on. 
“November the 21st, Thorin has been telling me that he loves me all this time.  But this day, he tells me that he has to return to Erebor, as he has an arranged marriage to his cousin Dain's sister.  It turned my world upside down and Thorin tells me that he is leaving the Shire in the morning.” Frodo read.  Merry and Pippin were quiet, though they sighed in unison.    It seemed likely that the very same thoughts were occurring in their minds.   Questions about Frodo's father's identity and sympathy for Billa's heartbreak were now tied.  
“Billa was heartbroken, '' Pippin said.  Merry placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.  The two of them had a bond that ran deep, almost as deep as Samwise and Frodo.   Many were surprised when Merry and Pippin didn't take the next step and began courting.   But no one would have guessed that Pippin would fall in love with the eldest daughter of Old Proudfoot, and then find a kind of a subtle bond with the Hobbit-lass.  Merry had not begun courting as he had not found his One, the One with whom his heart-song resounded.  Although Frodo suspected that he had a love for Pippin that was unspoken when Marigold and Pippin began courting.   
“December the 1st, what a wonder.   Bofur came for a visit and hired a horse for the day.  I showed him the Shire.” Frodo read on.  
“Frodo, wait,” Merry interrupted, “Bofur?” he asked.  His eyebrows rose high upon his forehead. 
“Bofur was part of the company and he was present when they all journeyed with Thorin to reclaim Erebor,” Frodo explained.   Merry nodded his understanding.   His brows remained raised, however, no doubt anticipating the rest of the passage. 
“Bofur is very wild, yet very kind. He has good humour.  I cannot help thinking of Thorin. Bofur is different to Thorin, and that is perhaps a good thing.  He took me for a ride around Bree, we rested at an inn and we hung by our bellies like two sparrows.” Frodo breathed out.   Frodo could feel the confusion that Billa must have been feeling.   
Frodo flipped through the pages of the diary, until he reached a second passage that he had read.  
“Is there more about Bofur?” Merry asked.  I shook my head.
“A little passage here.” he said.  
“December the 17th, Bofur has been a ray of sunshine but he tells me that Dain has called him back to the Iron Hills.   Bofur confided in me that for the past few years, he, Nori, Dori, and Bombur have been living in the Iron Hills, trying to negotiate a new treaty between the Iron Hills, and Erebor.  Bofur was sad to leave the Shire.   I feel that Yavanna has cursed me against Dain, first Dain takes Thorin away with an arranged marriage and now Bofur must return to the Iron Hills to complete his negotiations.” Frodo read.  There was silence between them.    Pippin didn't attempt to quip this time.  
“Billa must have felt very wronged,” Pippin said.    They were of the same mind.   But why did it go against Billa so much? Had she perhaps offended Dain somehow?  
Frodo nodded silently, his hands flipping through the next pages of the diary.   His concentration was divided.  
Frodo stopped the pages at one more passage.    “There's more,” he sighed.  Frodo raised his own eyebrows at the reading of the words on the page. 
“December the 29th, Bard came to visit the Shire on an unexpected visit.  He's come with some wine from Thranduil's Woodland realm as an offering of friendship.   He's charming.    We talked and shared memories of the last time I was in Dale.  Bard told me how things had progressed.  We laughed and I smiled.  I could not forget Bofur and I still loved Thorin.   My heart was deeply troubled.   Bard comforted me as an old friend would.  The wine, the warmth of the fire, and he fell asleep on the same couch,” Frodo read, as he frowned.   
“No mention of hanging by their bellies” Frodo mentioned. 
“She had the fortune to fall in love and be comforted by two wonderful loves. I can't deny her that” said Frodo, sensing the silence from his two loyal friends. 
Pippin and Merry were respectfully silent for a moment.  
“Which one is your father?” Pippin asked.
“I don't know.” Frodo answered.
“But who did you invite to the wedding?” Merry countered.
“All of them,” Frodo sheepishly admitted.  
The wide eyed glances given to me by Merry and Pippin reminded them all that they were all still very clueless about a lot of mysteries of the world around them.  Especially matters of the heart. 
“So what do we do now?” shrugged Merry.
“We prepare for a wedding” Pippin grinned, his grin now a given comfort. 
“And the fathers identity?” asked Merry.
“I will find that out myself, and I will reunite him with my mother.  My father has to be the one that Billa will end up with, and where better to see what happens than my wedding?” Frodo said.
“Matchmaking with more than one suitor? Are you sure that you aren't one part Elf?” winked Pippin.
“You have a gift for guessing the unknown after all” Merry piped up.  
Frodo wrestled with Merry and Pippin as he would as if they were his brothers until they all got hungry.  They didn't have much time to play with, the guests would be arriving soon, but first, the three Hobbits had to have a second breakfast.  There were some Hobbit traditions that could not be missed. 
Reading his mother's diary had given Frodo an appetite.  An appetite to see Billa given some happiness and to see if they could answer the question of who Frodo's father was.   Would his plan succeed?  Would Frodo find out the name of his father?  Would Billa forgive her Hobbit-son for the matchmaking when she found out about Frodo's plans?   
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Thank you Anon! I'm going to assume you want a bagginshield plot, but if it's for Tintin or WWDITS, then drop another yellow notebook. 😂
Dwobbit Frodo AU:
Okay so my friends have been posting a LOT of dwobbit Frodo lately and it's been giving me ideas...
So in this one, Bilbo went back to the Shire, had Frodo, Thorin has no idea. A few years down the road he decides it would be best for Frodo to meet his other father, and he's finally ready to forgive Thorin. So he loads up his belongs and son, riding off for Erebor. Only he never gets there...
Meanwhile, Thorin has been missing his hobbit, and finally can't take it. He and a small company ride for the Shire only to happen upon what looks like a goblin attack in the Misty Mountains. It looks like there were no survivors until Thorin manages to dig out a small scared hobbit child from the rubble (Frodo!).
So the main plot is that Thorin has no idea the hobbit he rescued (and is trying to return to the Shire) is his son, but starts to fall in love with him anyways. And when he reaches the Shire and learns that was Bilbo's caravan he passed, he refuses to believe the hobbit is dead, deciding to embark on a rescue mission to bring him home.
...You guys have NO IDEA all the ideas swirling in my head for this one
Make me explain plots I can't stop thinking about.
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imsimpingtomuch · 1 year
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A beard
This is a fanfic for fictober. Just wanted to try and write somthing tbh. (Post BOTFA, Parentshield, dwobbit Frodo) SORRY FOR SPELLING ERRORS!
Bilbo (as useall) spent his afternon's with a hot cup of tea. Sitting in his armchair, reading a book and lisening to the fire crackling.
But then a knock at the door was heard. Expecting it to be his husband coming back earlier form the Wednesday meltings, Bilbo gladly answered.
"Come inn."
The door opened, but instead of his husband, he saw his son standing in the doorway.
"Oh, hello dear. Arent you suposed to be in lesons with Balin now? Did you skip agein? I told you not to lisen to your cousins-"
"No Papa, I got permisjon from mister Balin. I just need to talk to you about something." Frodo reassured his hobbit father.
"Oh ok then, ask away my boy." Bilbo said, waving his son into the room. And patting the armchair next to him.
"You know how im both Hobbit and Dwarf?" Frodo asked.
"Yes Frodo, i am your father." Bilbo said with a look that told the boy that what he'd just asked, was a stupid question.
"And you know how dwarfs grow beards?" Frodo asked, yet again.
"Get to the point my boy" Bilbo answered with a half annoyed look.
"Right, sorry. Well I have started to grow facial hair." Frodo said looking down at his feet.
"Congratulation!" Bilbo said, thinking this was a good thing. But judging by the look on his sons face, it wasn't.
"Is there something wrong Frodo dear?" Bilbo asked.
"Well, I kinda dont...want a beard.." Frodo hesitatingly said, looking down at his feet.
"Oh, but thats ok my boy. You can just shave it." Bilbo answered.
"Thats the thing. I don't know how.." Frodo said looking up at his Papa.
"Im sorry to disapoint you Frodo, but I dont eather. Hobbits dont grow any other hair then that on our head and feet." He said, wiggling his toes a bit.
"But you should ask your adad. He is a dwarf afterall." Bilbo said.
"Thats also a problem, I dont want to ask him." Frodo said, looking away from his father agein.
"And why is that?" Bilbo looked puzzled. Frodo has never been afraid of asking his dwarf father about anything before.
"I know how inportent beards are for dwarfs. I just dont want to disapoint him." Frodo answered. Bilbo plased a hand on his sons shoulder.
"Dont be afraid to ask him Frodo. Your adad loves you no matter what you should choose to do." Bilbo said.
"Are you sure Papa? What if he gets mad." Frodo said. He knows his adad could get pretty angry. Especially when King Thranduil is on a wisit.
"Look I know better then anyone how intimidating your other father can be. But when it comes to his family, he will always suport us." Bilbo said, looking at his son in the most reassuring way he could muster.
"Alright, I'll ask him. Thank you Papa." Frodo finally said. Giving his papa a hug and getting a kiss on the cheek in return. Then storming out the door to find his other father.
After both looking and asking around. He finally found his father deep in conversation with Dwalin at a table in the royal halls. Thorin spotted his son standing in the doorway and smiled.
"At least his in a good mood" Frodo thought.
"Inúdoy! Come, sitt." Thorin patted the place next to him on the bench he was sitting on.
"Hello adad, mister Dwalin." Frodo nodded to the bald dwarf while sitting down.
"My prince." Dwalin bowd his head in reply.
"Aren't you suposed to be in lesons with Balin right now? Did Fili and Kili get you to skip lesons agein. Those boys never learn-"
"No no adad! Mister Balin lett me skip." Frodo said, stopping his father, before he could make even more assumptions about his cousins.
"I just wanted to talk to you, alown if its ok." Frodo asked.
"Of course, Dwalin I'll catch up with you later." Thorin said. Dwalin bowd to them both and took his leave.
As soon as the door closed Frode turned to his dwarven father.
"Adad, as you know im soon becoming of age." Frodo said, Thorin nodded.
"And I have started to grow facial hair."
Thorin looked suprised by this, but settled down and lett his son continue.
Frodo hesitated for a moment.
"Im sorry, but I dont want a beard. Though I know how inportent beards are for dwarfs. And I should be honerd to be growing one but it just dosent feel like me. I've talking to Papa but he said that it was ok, but since he's a hobbit he doesn't know how to shave. Which is why I have to talk to you. But if you are disapointed in me i completely understand. Im sorry!" Frodo was a little out of breath after all that. Thorin looked suprised, but his expression slowly changed. Though Frodo couldn't tell if it was a positiv og negativ one, damm his father and his unbearable face expressions. But then the young dwabbit was swoped into a warm embrace by his adad. Making him realise that this was infact a positiv respons.
"Its ok inúdoy. Its your decision to make, i wount be angry at you. With or without a beard, you'll be my son eatherway." Frodo hugged his father tight and smiled into his warm fur coat.
"Beards may be inportent to dwarfs. But remember, you are only half dwarf. None will judge you for not wanting facial hair." Thorin said.
"Will you help me shave then adad?" Frodo asked, his voice muffled by the fur.
"Of course I will son."
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archivingfanfiction · 2 years
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Song of Exile
by TheWonderTwins
Unbidden, an image of the green hills and farms of the Shire alight with flame came to her mind. The hobbits would have no chance against such a disaster, and any who survived would likely never recover. She couldn’t imagine the strength and sheer stubbornness required to survive the devastation of a dragon’s attack and subsequent exile. And to want to go back! To face the beast that stole so much, destroyed so much, for just the chance to restore what was lost…
“I’ll go.” She declared as the song faded.
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Bilberry Baggins takes up her nom de plume "Bilbo Baggins" to join a most dangerous adventure. Who would have thought Dwobbits would be so cute. ;)
(I guess links look like that now)
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fandomnerdflynn · 11 months
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Love that the one irl person I can talk about TH & LOTR with is a straight-ish cis guy who also 100% agrees Bilbo & Thorin are gay. I briefly mentioned BagginShield after he saw my Bilbo lock screen & asked if I thought Bilbo & Thorin were hot, and he full-chested said "Oh they are definitely gay for each other. Soulmates. They boned at least once before Thorin died." I said even if the books are different Peter Jackson absolutely knew what he was doing & this guy agreed. "They're also gay in the books, but yes Peter Jackson gave us a love story, as he should." I have so many mixed feelings about this guy as a person in general but I love him. Keep talking to me about my gay hobbit & dwarf. Please continue to be interested in the theoretical existence of dwobbits with me.
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lordoftherazzles · 2 years
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HAPPY HOBBIT DAY 2022 ↳ NOW ON AO3!
I wasn’t planning on doing anything for Hobbit Day (Happy Birthday Bilbo & Frodo!) but here we are!! I hope you enjoy this little thing I put together in celebration of some very beloved characters, centered around Bagginshield (or rather, Parentshield!)
I want to gift this piece to @mathelaw​​ and @dimdiamond​​! Thank you both for all of your dwobbit!frodo enthusiasm (as well as dealing with my blabbering nonsense on most days!) 🌰🍃
Concerning Dwobbits by LordOfTheRazzles
“Sorry to keep you all waiting. Working so closely with the Greenskeepers Guild has been…tough.” Exhausting was more like it, but Bilbo wasn’t going to complain too much. At least not until later when he was in the safety of his husband’s arms. “You needn’t apologize, Kurdûn,” Thorin cooed, not moving his head any as he felt the circles of comfort being rubbed into his back. Nothing was greater than Bilbo’s touch, it always brought a wave of serenity into any situation. “We have been waiting patiently…sort of. Frodo has been very fussy up until a few moments ago. I’d say you missed the worst of it.” Peering around Thorin’s shoulder and seeing why the dwarf was so stationary, Bilbo could feel a heartwarming blush bloom across his cheeks and nose. The small source of that fussiness that Thorin had been speaking of was laying across the table in a little basket with one hand firmly gripped onto one of Thorin’s hair braids with the bead wedged into his mouth. “He looks quite happy to me.” “Because you’re here,” Thorin chuckled low, waggling a finger towards the small pebble’s chin and cheek to not only get his hair released but to try and spur a small giggle from the blue-eyed menace.
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Starting of the new year with a lil Dwobbit Frodo of my own, this just might be the most precious bagginshield headcanon! 🌱 this fandom is so sweet! 💚
I need to draw them all together next!
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darthstitch · 1 year
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The fact that he's technically one of the Valar does not prevent Bilbo Baggins from adopting Dream of the Endless as one of his dwobbits. Dream actually doesn't mind it one single bit.
He's always in time for tea, of course, often with his husband in tow.
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necrobratz · 1 year
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baby fro & thranduil doodle from class
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mrkida-art · 1 year
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What do you think a dwobbit would look like? Or a dwelf, for that matter? I frequently wonder
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It might not be up to date with my current headcanons but here is a pretty old old sketch of a hobbit (not Bilbo haha) with his dwobbit daughters! But I also have a lot of thoughts about this stuff which I may share at a later date.
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