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viablemess · 4 months

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I have a lot of feelings about the Durin Family, Fili in Particular

---Howdy folks it is that time of year again where i go absolutely feral for Fili Durin. He is underappreciated and tumblr has addressed that but i feel an URGE to add to the discourse so here I am. This post is not done, fyi. I will add more to it later.

It's 10pm/22:00. I just got home from class. I'm waiting for my ramen water to boil. There is a fireplace and some holiday lights. Let's have a (fireside)chat.

First of all, the constant tying of Fili and Kili together?? Like I get it. Merry and Pippin parallels. I love parallels (looking at you, George), but come on. Chill, just a tad. I know Tolkein didn't give you much to go by, but he didn't even write tauriel into the books or Bolg and yall ran with that anyways. Use your creative brains, pls, I'm actually begging you.

ANYWAYS. Have them develop separately even if only a little. Kili is the younger one, literally viewed younger bc he has the smallest itty bitty beard. He is not the heir, he is the spare, and could have some deep rooted personal insecurities about that as a result. He may feel that he deeply has to prove himself to Thorin bc he does not have a set role in the future like Fili does. Kili gets his romance with Tauriel, which--khgf;ushfw;e uneneccary, but I can appreciate the attempt to broaden the target market and appeal to a romance audience even if the previews did not hint at that happening at all so it would not have been a marketable trait per say but I digress. Again with the parallels of forbidden romance, poor Legolas still does not get any, we know, he was not even in the books really either, let's move on.

Kili is babied by the company, needs to prove himself, his mother made him promise to return to him so he is still deeply in the "coming of age" side of things (a lot of the company is, but that's a topic for another word vomit fireside chat). He begins to realize that he might like elves which goes against his family and he was already the spare, might as well go all in and fall in love with an elf. Fine. I can deal with that. But let's see more of Kili messing up, more so than just the trolls. Let's see him make silly goofy mistakes more. The company always tries to keep him out of the line of fire by making him an archer (heh) and keeping him off the front lines. They do everything to protect him, bc Dis is a terrifying woman, ansd if she made Kili promise to return to her, dammit, the company will return him to her if it is the last thing they do. Kili likely spends less time with Thorin and Dwalin than his brother, so here he is, questioning his own self worth and if he belongs in the party and his own abilities while coming of age and sticking out from his family even more, so why not rebel a little? why not be an archer which is not as glorified, why not consider shaving to meet cross cultural beauty standards, why not date the elf (dammit, I'm convincing myself for Tauriel's presence and I hate that). He's trying his best and messing up along the way, and is INNOCENT. Completely. He is aware of his ancestry and what happened, but he and Bilbo are the two being narrated to when telling of the Durin family history, and as a result, the differences in dwarven / hobbit culture could be explored further. Thorin has a little kiddo to watch out for, and maybe is softer around, because even Thorin knows Kili is young, maybe even too young to be here but if they didn't let him come he would have snuck after them, so we get to see a more forgiving, family-man Thorin who we do not see anywhere else (and yes we get that at the end of the movie but I'm getting to my critique of the (I almost called it a keldabe wrong fandom) forehead touch with a name I cannot recall later).

Onto his brother. Fili is the heir, okay. So, that means that he is likely raised very differently from Kili. Whereas Kili may have had some time to play and be a kid (as much as they could in the Blue Mountains as refugees, anyways), Fili likely was given no such privilege. He followed Thorin around like a lost puppy, watching his every move and trying to imitate it, because he knew he would have to do Thorin's job someday. Even if Thorin did get married / have a kid / etc there would likely still be a window where Fili was in charge before Thorin's kid came of age, and as the years went on, the chances of that happening diminished, and so Fili threw himself more and more into his crown-prince-studies. Maybe a little obsessively, just like his uncle, who had practically stepped into the role as father. Because Fili thought he had to be Thorin. Thorin, meanwhile, saw the King that Fili could be, and that King was so much better than him. Fili grew up humble as a result of them all being refugees, something Thorin did not have to learn until much later and even then he never fully got it. Fili was kind, because he saw the suffering of his people, and understood how large of a difference a small act could make. Fili also had the teachings of Thorin drilled into him, because Thorin's problem was that whenever he saw Fili, he also saw Frerin. Frerin was Thorin's younger brother, just as blond as Fili, and (I'm assuming) played a roll in Fili's name (both starting with F). Frerin died at the Battle of Azanulbizar, and Thorin remembers that battle, he remembers losing his little brother. He can understand the fear that Fili feels whenever the company encounters a fight because he has felt the same in the worst of ways. But, because Thorin understands, he pushes Fili to be better than him. Even if that pushing is too much, too hard, too fast, too young--Thorin knows that Fili can be better than him, and Thorin does not want Fili to suffer as he has suffered, so he does everything in his power to prepare Fili for what is to come, and because Thorin loves him, that is all he does. He pours that love out as motivation and pushes Fili to do more, do everything, and do it better than he did. Fili, being young, does not realize this. He just sees it as Thorin preparing him to be king, and quite brutally at that, but Thorin is the closest thing he has to a father, Fili is not going to question it, not for anything, except for his little brother. And that just hurts Thorin, because he knows that, had he had the chance, he would have died to save Frerin at Azanulbizar. He knows Fili would do the same for Kili, but they are both so, so young. Thorin fears he could lose them both in one go, if he is not careful. So he is harsh, he scares them, he is forceful, because they do not have time for care and coddling, that won't keep them safe.

Whereas the company sees Kili as carefree and fun, Fili is cold, like his uncle. He is stone, and observant, and polite. He has to be Thorin, AND everything that Thorin is not. It is an impossible task, but he has to try. That is what is expected of him, not just by his mother and uncle, but by the entire people that is behind him, waiting for him to ascend to be king. He does not get a choice. The only one who can pull him out of that rut is his brother, with whom he actually feels like he can be what he is -- barely older than a kid.

Im gonna let that sink in for a second. They're CHILDREN.

anyways.

So, Kili gets his romance plot. It's cute and it parallels. And I've established that Kili must prove himself, and Fili will bend over backwards to make Thorin happy, which likely also extends to Dis, his mother.

I imagine Dis gave Kili the river rock to come back home, and she told Fili "be safe, don't be stupid, etc etc" but HIGHLIGHTED "take care of your brother", and Thorin does the same in the movies.

So, when Kili galavants up the bridge to open the gate after the party does a little slip and slide down the river, Fili naturally goes with. He sees that Kili is about to get shot. And Fili, who knows above all else he has to be king and he has to take care of Kili, just does the normal heroric thing and jumps in front, and he gets shot.

He is chastized for it, for being stupid, but overall they both are thanked for getting them out of the mess, and there is no time to waste because the company has to leave, and Fili (like what Kili did albeit maybe with more conviction) will not let others help him, or show weakness. So Fili continues on, poisoned, and Kili has the guilt of knowing his brother took an arrow meant for him. Fili must suffer the consequences of being a hero, and Kili must suffer the consequences of being the youngest, and feeling guilty for not taking responsibility for his own actions.

This all boils over to a fight where Kili tells Fili that "I made the choice to go up there, I didn't ask you to intervene!" because dammit Kili wants to be treated like an adult and FIli just took that away from him, again.

Fili, naturally, retorts, "I just did what I had to, because you know what? mom didn't tell me to come home--all she told me, all everyone ever tells me--is to take care of you! So I don't matter, not to this family, not in the same way you do. You're a son. I'm a prince."

Which, ouch. Slap in the face to Kili, and maybe the company overhears. Kili feels slighted, but also maybe is starting to understand, he can be a kid, Fili cannot. And Fili, meanwhile, is about to break from the weight of expectations that feels heavier than the lonely mountain ever could.

So, Kili stays with Fili when they get to Bard's, because it is what Fili would have done for him. Thorin is pissed, but lets it go, because Kili isn't Fili, and ouch, again.

I imagine Bofur helps quite a bit, he has a kind soul and listens better than most, and while Fili is delirious with fever Bofur talks him through it. Kili gets to be more coherent with Tauriel, and we get to see if their relationship actually holds up outside of a "she saved my life I love her" style of interaction which bleh is cliche as all get out.

and PLEASE when the dwarves do get out of Bard's house, they get to actually help Bard deal with the dragon. I read a fic a long time ago (if I find it I'll link it and the author below) where Fili had to be Bard's arrow anchor instead of Bard's son and I just chef's kiss. The dwarves who are left get to help the humans, and they feel more sympathy for them. Maybe they witness more death, and so when the dwarves do turn their backs on the humans later, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Bifur & crew are like "wait wtf they have suffered enough" unlike their future indifference we see in the movie.

and THEN all the dwarves arrive at the mountain, and Fili and Kili actually get welcomed home like the family they ARE, but it's stunted, because something is wrong with Thorin. He is glad to see Kili and Fili, but barely spares them a glance. They've heard the rumors and stories, of gold sickness. They begin to wonder, and we get to see them talk (probably with Bilbo) about the concept in secret where everyone is looking for the arkenstone. We get to see Kili with his hero worship refuse to believe Thorin would fall under a gold thrall. We get to see Fili, who is afraid of becoming like Thorin, too scared to enter the treasury unless immensly pressured to do so, and even then someone is always with him, because he worries. He still holds the ruby Thorin threw at him, and he keeps it in his pocket. He holds it so tight the edges cut his palm, and the pain seems to distract him from the wealth that surrounds him. I always wondered if Thorin gave Fili that ruby because he was the heir, or the only dwarf with so much gold about their person, with his hair. It was what Thorin saw first, not because it was his nephew, but because he looked like the very thing that already clawed Thorin down into his own demise.

AND NOW the war starts. and this needs to be another post bc ffs I'm losing my shit this is much too long.

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nerevar-quote-and-star · 2 months

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Dangerously close to plotting a real Skyrim/Lord of the Rings crossover for after Keeping Count because my secret desire for Leara/Glorfindel has reared its head again

Shhh Don't question it.

#look look now i must explain #the explanation is that leara simply works well with literally every male character I like at least for the most part #anyway #it'd be funny #i wish i could write a leara/astarion fic but i do NOT understand d&d at all alas #I understand lotr/silm on a crazy level so i guess sunshine hero elf it is #this is fine actually #actually what i really need to do is edit and finish my funny Skyrim/hobbit crack fic but that's a ten year old project #no really #I do NOT KNOW i am just having thoughts and i'm sharing them on my blog because it's mine and I can #also i was in the glorfindel/ofc tag on ao3 like five minutes ago and it looks empty and sad #so Leara can fix it #one day there will be more leara ships than there are for hermione granger jk maybe #i should make a list #I am talking out of my hair it is unlikely that i'll ever do anything the fact that keeping count even exists is a bloody miracle #mod post #oc: leara roseblade

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alphashley14 · 12 hours

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Fanfiction rec!

A Shot in the Dark by Silver_Pup

A time travel fix-it fic! Bilbo lives out his life only to be pulled back in time. And this time around, he is determined that not only will all of his companions survive their adventure, but his dear nephew Frodo will never ever set eyes on a certain ring.

Everybody lives, nobody dies, Bilbo is a badass, and his dwarves love him more than life itself. Especially their King!

I started and finished reading this fic on the same day. I literally couldn’t stop reading it. I was awake until 4am because my brain wouldn’t shut up and let me sleep until I finished it. It was that good.

The dwarves and Bilbo were just one big happy family it was so cuuuute!!! 😭 Seriously Silver_pup put SO much love into every single character. It was so well done. This right here is a fic for the bookmarks!!!

#fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction #archive of our own #the hobbit #the lord of the rings #time travel #time travel fix it #fix it fic #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin’s company #so many minor characters have big roles in this fic it’s not even funny #it was so good

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downstarr · 2 months

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The King and The Hobbit

I've ventured into a new fandom with a short piece that imagined Thorin survived The Battle of the Five Armies.

The King and the Hobbit (3928 words) by downstar Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins Additional Tags: Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Post-Canon, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, First Time, POV Bilbo Baggins, Dwarves in the Shire, The Shire (Tolkien), Bag End (Tolkien), Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Friends to Lovers, Post-Hobbit, Dwarf/Hobbit Relationship(s), Non-Graphic Smut, Bottom Bilbo Baggins, Top Thorin Oakenshield, My First Work in This Fandom, bagginshield Summary: Several months after The Battle of the Five Armies, the dwarves travel to the Shire to celebrate Bilbo's birthday. One dwarf in particular arrives ahead of his company to reconnect with Bilbo. --- I recently did a marathon rewatch of LoTR and The Hobbit movies. I hadn't realized on first viewing how close to being canonical Thorin and Bilbo's love came. Thought I'd try my hand at this fandom and do a little Thorin lives piece. It was great fun to try out a new world and new voices. With apologies if I made any canon errors! I am a pretty casual Tolkien fan.

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It was two days before the 53rd birthday of Bilbo Baggins, and the dwarves of Erebor were on their way.

As much as the Hobbits of the Shire did not approve of Bilbo’s wandering ways, his contributions during The Battle of the Five Armies and the retaking of Erebor from the dragon Smaug were already passing into the realm of legend. So, plans had been underway for weeks to celebrate his birthday with a lavish party.

Reservations about his improper adventuring aside, what hobbit doesn’t love an excuse to throw a feast?

Bilbo accepted the honour reluctantly, and only on the condition that the dwarves with whom he’d shared the quest would be invited. That nearly derailed the whole thing then and there, but after a bit of squabbling and peacemaking, the council agreed to the conditions.

Bilbo had spent the last week bustling around Bag End, preparing for his visitors whose presence he felt was far more significant than his own turning of the year. It was no trivial matter to travel from Erebor to the Shire, even though the journey could be made in relative peace and safety - unlike their original quest. So he was aware of what a great honour it was for his friends to make the journey.

At the best of times, Bilbo could be full of nervous energy. It had been hard enough to keep up his facade as an ordinary, respectable Hobbit when he hadn’t gone off on an adventure. But now that the residents of the Shire knew that his respectability had been a facade, they looked at him even more askance. That, in turn, had made him even more self-aware, especially as it felt like the entire Shire was attending his birthday party. There was admiration and awe in the way the Shirefolk looked at him, as well. Just because a Hobbit didn’t want to go off fighting dragons themselves didn’t mean they didn’t admire his courage.

Admiration felt almost more awkward than disapproval to Bilbo. But he’d slowly been learning to lean into the attention. Still, he felt very relieved and excited that his dwarven friends would be attending as well. And one friend in particular.

Bilbo was just finishing stowing away the most valuable pieces of silver and sentimental knickknacks when there was a knock on his door.

As Hobbits tended to be very well-mannered about not dropping by unannounced so late, Bilbo convinced himself he’d imagined the knock and went right back to his tidying up.

The knock came again, this time harder and unmistakable.

Bilbo crept cautiously from the kitchen toward the entryway, peering around the corner and doing a little halt-step. The movement of a shadow outside the window convinced him there was indeed someone out there. He twitched his nose, flickered his fingers, then cautiously stepped forward to pull open the door.

The figure was broad-shouldered and heavily cloaked, and no hobbit.

A moment of fear spiked down Bilbo’s spine. His adventure had shown him the wide word, but it had also made him much more aware of the mortal danger that most hobbits had the good fortune to never see. He started to reach for Sting, which hung just behind an old coat he kept by the door.

“You look upon me as an enemy, Bilbo Baggins. Surely these few months haven’t changed things between us so much.”

Bilbo immediately stopped reaching for his sword. The spike of fear turned to joy. “Thorin?!”

The bulky figure passed into the light of Bilbo’s entryway, revealing the most welcome face of the King Under the Mountain. Thorin smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “You sound surprised. Did you not invite us? Shall I go?” He motioned behind him.

Bilbo stood there staring at Thorin. They hadn’t seen each other in many, many months. When he’d left Erebor, Thorin was still under the care of Tauriel, whose Elven healing had saved him a mere breath from death’s door. Even then, his recovery had been long and slow, and Bilbo wasn’t certain that the King of Erebor would have the strength to make the journey to the Shire.

But now, here he was, standing right in front of him. Bilbo stared at him, and as he did, familiar, confusing feelings bubbled to the surface. He was somehow more handsome and noble than even his memory. He looked hale and healthy, though one hand held a silver-topped cane.

“Well?” asked Thorin with a roll of amused thunder in his tone. “Can I come in? I won’t do you the dishonour of pushing my way in uninvited as my kin and I once did.”

“Oh yes! Yes of course. You are most welcome. Most welcome, indeed. Come, come,” Bilbo reached out to catch Thorin’s arm and pull him inside. He looked past him and stepped out onto the porch. He’d expected a gaggle of dwarves to be in Thorin’s company, but the lane was quiet save for the singing of cicadas. “You’re alone?”

“I left my company behind in Bree, where they will stay for the night. They will make their way here tomorrow. But I wanted to come ahead, to see you before the madness of the celebration to come.”

Bilbo closed the rounded door and found himself staring at Thorin again. He wore a travelling cloak, but as the weather was still mild, it was not rimmed in fur. Even without that added bulk, the broad set of his shoulders was apparent.

Bilbo reached for the cloak, and Thorin shrugged it off into his hands. He staggered under the weight of it. “Please, come in. Have a seat. I’ll make us some tea. Are you hungry?” He bustled off and gently set the heavy cloak on an armchair, then made his way back to the kitchen. He rocked on his feet, his whole body humming with unexpected excitement and a touch of nerves.

Thorin rested his cane against the wall. He stood a bit askance and it was clear he was favouring the side where the orc blade had cut him clean through and nearly taken his life. “I wish nothing of you but your company, Bilbo. But…” he grinned softly, “...a cup of tea would not go amiss.”

“Right! I’ll get right on that. I’ve got some lovely cakes as well. The food is quite horrible in Bree. You’re probably dying for a bit of proper food after so long on the road. I’ll…”

Bilbo’s bustling was stopped in its tracks when Thorin caught his arm.

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#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #the hobbit #thorin x bilbo #bilbo baggins #the hobbit bilbo #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #fix it fic #thorin fic #the shire #hobbits #bag end #fic rec #the hobbit fic #thilbo #bilbo x thorin

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morningnoodles · 10 months

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bilbo: hey, has thorin been acting different?

frodo: honestly, i haven't seen him. what did he say, when you asked him what's wrong?

bilbo: uh...

frodo: you didn't ask him? sheesh. it is a wonder you're not a landscaper, the way you beat around the bush.

#one of my favorite things in post-BotFA parentshield fix it fics is when young Frodo is So Done with his two overthinking dramatic uncles #incorrect hobbit quotes #incorrect bagginshield quotes #bagginshield #parentshield #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #thorin oakenshield #from abbott elementary

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shipper47 · 5 months

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The only good thing about having to watch the ending of the Battle of the Five Armies for the fic I'm writing is the fact that I'll fix everything in this fic.

#bagginshield #fix it fic #the hobbit #my fic #morg47

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pensivepukpuk · 1 year

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Okay hear me out. Thorin being close to Bilbo and the one ring for the amount of time that he was might’ve contributed to his gold sickness, or at least the progression. It was so fast, and while I always blamed the dragon gold, the ring of Durin and the presence of the Arkenstone, his proximity to the one ring must have had some impact. I’ve never considered it before. I’ve either completely lost it or I’m onto something.

#I’ve definitely lost it #i have brain rot #worms in my brain what will they make me do today #my heart is breaking #no number of fix it fics will ever make this better #i’ve read nothing but bagginshield fics and the hobbit so far this year #i don’t have an otp but if i did #bagginshield #talking tolkien #13 dwarrow and a pedantic twink

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ahobbitinerebor · 29 days

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Pre Game Plot

As this game is technically an everyone lives AU, here is a simply story to help you understand what happened to get us here!

Warning: a small amount of fantasy war.

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Thorin fell to the icy ground with a grunt, the pale orc bringing his blade down from above him aimed at his chest. His reaction was that of instinct and the clang of steel hitting steel filled the air as the dwarven king used the last of his strength to hold back the foul creatures attack with Orcrist. His arms shook and his body burned but the vision of a honey curled hobbit stood in the back of his mind, forcing him to keep going, to survive. Though as the snow began to fall around them and his dwarven strength weakened, his will was slowly crumbling down to the earth with it. He could hear Dwalin somewhere in the battle behind him and the sharp voice of his hobbit a few levels down the narrow cliffs, but alone he stood against his enemy. Or so he thought.

The arrow hit before its whistle met Thorin’s ears, the sharp steel imbedding itself into the orcs flesh. The beast stumbled, its focus lost and not gained quick enough to dodge the glittering steel that cut through its throat. Thorin’s vision was blinded with the splatter of black blood as the beast’s head come off only returning to the sight of a pair of two worried eyes watching him from above. One a deep hazel, the other bluer that the depth of the ocean.

“Fili? Kili?” he questioned with a quiver in his voice.

The young dwarrow only grinned in return, bringing their uncle towards them in a desperate embrace.

And just like that, the battle was won.

The orcs fled, the races of men and elf were met with honor and aid for their allyship, the dwarves retuned to the mountain, and soon things began to heal. Soldiers healed their wounds and minds. Food healed hungry bellies. The mountain healed her stone and hallways. All things seemed well in the world once again. All things but one. The charcoaled earth that surrounded the mighty dwarven mountain, scorched by the hatred and hunger of the fire drake refused to bear life once more. Thorin took note of the way his husband’s eyes would skim over the lifeless dirt with anguish (and how the distributions of food grew smaller with each delivery, Erebor’s and Dale’s dependency on the elves supplies slowly wearing thin) and an idea began to form in his mind. So when Bilbo returned to the shire to collect what belongings he deemed worthy of bringing back to the Lonely Mountain, the small hobbit returned with not only a crate of old toby he had lost in a bet with Nori, but with three other hobbits, all wide eyed and open to wondrous possibilities. Though he had asked for three dozen, only three were willing to leave the cozy life of the Shire to help regrow the life around Erebor. But three would be enough, for Thorin had long ago learnt you should never underestimate a hobbit.

#ahobbitinerebor #thehobbitau #everyone lives au #everyone lives/nobody dies #thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #baggensheild #fili #fili durin #kili #kili durin #the hobbit botfa #botfa #fix it fic #fix it au

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thegildedacorn · 5 months

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The Company of Thorin Oakenshield fell in battle, valiantly defending their newly reclaimed kingdom with all that they had and leaving their Hobbit behind to mourn a loss so profound that he found himself Fading in his grief.

Yavanna Kementári shall have absolutely none of that, thank you very much.

#bagginshield #the hobbit #soaba #thorin oakenshield/bilbo baggins #bilbo baggins #everybody lives #fic rec #fix it

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fearlesshades · 2 years

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I need help finding a fic, please

It’s a Bagginshield fic where, instead of dying, Thorin (and Fili and Kili) enters a deep sleep (I’m 80% sure the author called it the Durin Sleep but that’s a pretty recognizable phrase that google is returning zero results on) to heal and recover. The rest of the Company know but don’t realize Bilbo doesn’t know that this isn’t a euphemism for death and Bilbo goes back to the Shire thinking the three of them are dead. They wake up a few weeks later but the Company doesn’t tell Bilbo because they think he’s mad at them because he didn’t wait to see them when they woke up.

A little while goes past, with Bilbo having polite conversation with one of the Company (I don’t remember which one) through the ravens of Erebor with Thorin losing his mind back under the mountain because he needs to know Bilbo is ok and alive but doesn’t think it’s a good idea to contact Bilbo himself because Bilbo never brings him up with the Company member, never asks if he’s doing well, etc, until Bilbo is invited back to the mountain for an anniversary of the retaking and he gets there and the whole Company (minus Fili, Kili, and Thorin) is walking on eggshells around Bilbo, trying to delicately bring up the remaining three and see if they can figure out why Bilbo is mad at them. Bilbo keeps getting annoyed that the Company keeps bringing up their dead friends because it still hurts that they’re dead and he doesn’t want to talk about them, especially at an anniversary which is supposed to be happy.

Eventually, one of the boys gets fed up with waiting and avoiding Bilbo so he just bursts into a room to confront the guy about what’s wrong so he can fix it and Bilbo just…passes out because he’s seeing a ghost! So then the whole company is more worried because Bilbo is so mad at the three he can’t even look at them. And Bilbo wakes up and it’s just angry that no one told him they weren’t dead and the company goes you thought they were dead?? And then I don’t remember how it ends other than it ended happily.

I think this fic might have been deleted since, like I said, google really should be able to find something like Durin’s Sleep but I could be wrong on what that was called. Any and all help on this is welcome, even if it’s just letting me know it’s gone.

#find a fic #find fic #bagginshield #thilbo #the hobbit #the hobbit fix it fic #fix it fic #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom etiquette

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lordoftherazzles · 2 years

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PLOT BUNNY #8 ↳ HELLO MY OLD HEART

Summary: With the quest complete and Bilbo having returned home (much to his dismay), he has only a few infrequent letters to keep him connected to those in Erebor. His ties to Thorin are fading, but as if on cue, that very same company arrives at his doorstep - three dwarves short. Meanwhile, Thorin and his nephews are slower in making it to Bag End, halted by Thorin’s insecurities when it comes to his newfound quest. A quest of the heart, and words that should have been said a long time ago.

If you want to see this fic in the future, be sure to like, reblog, and/or comment! Feedback is welcome, and I can’t wait to see what fic wins the raz2k! Check out the MASTERPOST to see the other plot bunnies!

Dear Bilbo,

You’ll be pleased to know that Thorin, Fili, and Kili are expected to make a full recovery. It’s been a battle to keep Thorin in his cot enough already, but Oin insists everything will be fine within a few months at least, should the three of them follow his orders and not tear open any of their wounds.

They’ve all asked about you, waiting for your latest update on the ongoings of the Shire. I think they look forward to that in all honesty. Fili was even asking if you’d gotten all of your mother’s spoons back from your cousin upon your return. I know a few dwarves that may be able to spook your Lobelia into handing over the rest if you’re still butting heads with her.

However, it would be undiplomatic of me to promote violence, or even a mild spooking. That being said, the offer still stands.

Your lack of presence is felt amongst the rest of the company as well. Take heart in knowing that you are missed dearly, and we hope to hear from you very soon. I know many will be setting off and going their own way to help bring those from Ered Luin back to the mountain, so perhaps you may have a few guests now and again?

Best regards,

Balin, Son of Fundin.

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Master Baggins,

I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for not only me but my people. Without you, I don’t think we would have made it through this quest. I owe you a life’s debt and so much more that I’m not quite sure when or how I’ll be able to repay, but I will see it done.

If you are ever seeking adventure out to the far east, know that Erebor will be more than happy to welcome you at any time.

Things are coming along here. My sister arrived and after only a brief verbal lashing about letting her boys get beaten around, I think she’s finally forgiven me for taking them along in the first place. It’s good to see her again, but the mountain still feels like it’s missing something.

I apologize that these letters are less frequent, just as they are less lengthy. The life of a king is a busy one, but I will try to do better.

I hope you’re doing well.

Best regards,

Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, King Under the Mountain.

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The first and last letters that Bilbo had received from the dwarves of Erebor currently sat nestled in his lap, the rest littered on his bed in a chronological pile. It was just something Bilbo did once in a while. He’d be rereading over the words and trying to hear the voices of his company many miles away. He missed them dearly, but when word had reached him about Bag End rumored to be sold due to his mysterious disappearance, he had to hightail it back to the Shire. The house that Bungo had built for Belladonna was far too important to land in the hands of someone else.

That didn’t mean he didn’t feel regret for his sudden departure from the mountain. Once he had been sure that Thorin and his nephews were alive, Gandalf whisked him away to make a quick trek home to save the family smial. Though Bilbo sometimes wished he had stayed–how he desperately missed those dwarves with every fiber of his being. He missed their crude sense of humor and their barbaric boots. He missed the way they dreaded green food and praised meat and ale. The stories, the comfort, and now…he missed their letters.

Sighing to himself and clutching Thorin’s last letter close to his chest, Bilbo closed his eyes and tried to swallow the emotion that was crawling up his throat and making it feel as if the pressure in the room were changing. It felt like the family he had found along the way was breaking apart. Sure, there had been words exchanged that one might visit the other, but in reality, they were just words. Bilbo didn’t expect anyone to come marching all this way to the Shire to see him, even if some were cutting through to head to the Blue Mountains. It would be a detour that was out of the way and far too time-consuming. And he certainly wouldn’t see Thorin again–A king couldn’t abandon his kingdom for the sake of social pleasantries.

It made his heart sink as his fingers clutched at the parchment even tighter.

A few knocks against the door of his smial sounded off, promptly shoving away every wishy-washy emotion he had and earning the hobbit’s attention rather quickly. With his head up and ears perked high towards the sky, Bilbo gazed out his window for a moment, noticing that the setting sun had disappeared leaving behind the lovely shades of pink and orange. Who would be wandering to his doorstep at this hour?

The thought made his heart race, his mind being taken back to that night where his whole smial was practically confiscated by a company of dwarves, a wizard, and a life-changing event.

“It can’t be.”

His poor heart was full of too much hope that at any given moment it may burst, but Bilbo was leaping off of his bed anyway.

Racing down the hall and pulling at the straps of his braces to ensure his shirt was nice and tight, Bilbo flung the door open to reveal Hamfast and Bell Gamgee, both harboring bright smiles, and Bell even had a pie in her hands.

“Good evening, Mister Bilbo!”

While Bilbo’s mood visibly wilted, he couldn’t say he was upset with those at his door. The Gamgee family was probably his favorite in all of Hobbiton. “Good evening, what brings you here this evening?”

“Bell was baking up a storm earlier and thought you might enjoy one of her blackberry pies. We’ve, um…noticed you’ve been a bit down lately.”

Bilbo’s eyes dropped, his heel scuffing against the ground like a child who was caught doing something he shouldn’t, but he had to appreciate his observant friends if anything. “That’s very…very sweet of you–”

“And imagine our surprise when along the way, we ran into a few friends of yours!” Bell interrupted with her bright and sunny voice. “I do believe these dwarves belong to you, do they not?”

Bilbo looked up and towards the side where Bell had nodded her head to reveal the very dwarves he had been about ready to sob over. His heart constricted, looking at the various grins that were coming his way even if most were shadowed by facial hair.

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share a bit of that pie of yours, Bilbo?” Bofur grinned with a wave, earning a few chuckles from the company around him, as well as from the Gamgees.

“Of…of course! Please, everyone, come in! Bell, Hamfast, would you like to join us?”

“Perhaps another time, Bilbo. You should get a chance to catch up with your dwarves,” Hamfast insisted as Bell was passing over the pie and dwarves were piling their way into Bag End with the same eagerness as before. “They seem like a nice bunch, so perhaps we’ll get to meet them properly for ourselves one day!”

“Thank you…” Bilbo breathed out as his eyes watched the tail end of the ragtag group he loved like family entered his smial, but something about that caused him to frown. He only counted ten. “Did…did you happen to see any others on your way down? Perhaps two younger dwarves causing trouble? They’re brothers. And maybe their uncle? Probably lost?” Bilbo asked cautiously, his voice lowering to a hopeful whisper as Bell and Hamfast exchanged a look.

A look that Bilbo knew that he already had his answer.

“I’m afraid not, but should we see any trouble-causing dwarves that look terribly lost on our way home, we can direct them this way!” Bell tried to sound optimistic, but it didn’t quite reach Bilbo’s mood, and they could see that.

“Have a good evening, Mister Bilbo. Your dwarves seem very excited to catch up with you after all this time away from them.”

And with that, Bilbo’s doorstep was empty, and even if his smial was full, there was still something missing to fill that aching void in his heart. Three dwarves, and one that had a particularly strong grip on that heart of his, and they were many miles away.

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The trek from Erebor to the Farthings had been long. Just as it had been tedious, but not nearly as dangerous as the other way around. No warg scouts to chase them, no goblins to battle against, and thankfully no trolls were attempting to cook them. That didn’t ease Thorin’s restless heart as they were nearing the borders of the Shire.

It felt like so long ago that he had wandered along these paths–getting turned around a time or two in the process–and now being on them again for this purpose? It made the dwarven king feel antsy on his feet and his hands wrung together while his eyes remained locked on the several hills of smials ahead.

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see us!” Kili cheered, a small wheeze to his voice as he moved to clap his uncle on the shoulder in encouragement. “And I’m sure the others who’ve gone ahead will have given him a run for his money yet again. I do hope they saved some food for us…”

“At least this time we were invited,” Fili interjected with a wide grin as he limped his way towards Thorin’s side. Recovering had been a difficult time since the battle at the mountain, and no Durin was the same or felt completely whole after their extensive wounds. Yet somehow, they overcame the odds of survival. “He did say that tea was at four though, I think we’re a wee bit late for that.”

Considering it was dusk? Probably.

“Things are decidedly different this time…” Thorin mulled, feeling another squeeze against his shoulder from his youngest nephew. “I just hope I’m not too late.”

“For the tea?”

The collective sigh between Thorin and Fili was practically expected at this point.

“No, not the tea. I can live without that.” But there were other things in the world that Thorin was certain that he couldn’t live without. That’s what led him to the Farthings on a quest yet again, but with a different outcome than the last.

“It’s Bilbo he’s lamenting about, Kee.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle. Things with Mister Boggins will go just fine, all you have to do is be upfront about your feelings, unlike what you’ve been doing since you started getting those fun tinglies in your heart,” he spoke softly and confidently all at once, “and think of it this way, if you muck it up, you can always move into the smial next door now that you’re retired!” Kili teased, giving one of Thorin’s braids a small tug.

Thorin’s scowl shifted to look at Fili, practically pleading in agitation for his oldest nephew to spare him from his youngest.

“I don’t know how Tauriel deals with you,” Fili sighed, moving to pull Kili away and give their uncle some space. “But he is right. Be upfront, be yourself…and the rest will follow, you do have the rest of your life to make that happen, but try not to take that long.”

“How can you be so sure?” Thorin asked quietly, nerves bubbling around in his entire body to the point where he was sure he might pass out at any given moment.

“Because it was always plainly obvious that Bilbo felt the same way. You’re both just…really bad at communication. Just talk with him, tell him your intentions, and it’ll be just like a fairytale,” Fili grinned brightly, Kili following suit.

“A happily ever after,” Fili and Kili both spoke in unison, both under the same impression that this would be an easy trip, and one with a desirable ending.

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Author: LinguisticJubilee

Fandom: The Hobbit

Relationship: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Summary:

Balin blinks, shifting backwards. “Laddie, it’s—it’s been a year. Bilbo has returned home, to the Shire.” He looks at Thorin, then says more gently, “I did not realize you counted the hobbit among your treasures.”

Tags:

Angsty Schmoop, Tropes, Cheesy, The amount of cheesy in this is not to be believed, Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

Podfic length: 0:1:02:29

Streaming, MP3, and MB4 available.

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ottertooferswriting · 6 months

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Unbroken Chain's rewrite Teaser.

One of my first fandoms, and first fanfictions posted to AO3 all the way back in 2014 was a ThorinxFem Bilbo hobbit fic. I'm rewriting it. Lol I highly doubt those who may have read it in the past will find it here but to the new readers hello!

I have currently rewritten 4 of 10 chapters, which are all posted on my Patreon, which is available for a single doubloon a month for early access to fics. (currently BG3 and Hobbit content mostly) I won't be posting the rewrite to AO3 until its completely done.

Relationship: ThorinxFem Bilbo

Wordcount: roughly 900

Tags: Slavery, Angst, Slowburn, Fem Bilbo, BAMFBilbo.

Summary: Bilba Baggins is living in bag end a few years before the quest for Erebor is due to begin, when her cousin Lobelia buys a dwarf from the slave traders in Buckland and brings him home.

For a few weeks there’s just idle chatter about it, but then one day after the initial talk and their first meeting, Bilba sees the dwarf again after the time spent in her relatives care.

Overcome at the cruelty of her cousin and the state the dwarf is in, she rescues the slave from Lobelia and takes him home to Bag End with her to nurse him back to health; not knowing the adventure she has welcomed to her doorstep through her act of kindness.

Ch1 teaser below.

Whisper’s about Lobelia Sackville-Baggins' latest blatant flaunt of her family's newfound wealth found its way to Bilba’s ears within a day of her purchase. Her cousin was always finding new and exotic or fanciful items to bring home and gloat about over tea with the neighbors and Bilba was sure it would be some time before she received an invitation. As Lobelia’s most despised family member, she would be the last to see her ‘exciting’ new treasure as a slight to her social status.

Her cousin tired of the new things quickly and ended up selling or tossing them away. Though not before the snooty hobbitess had a chance to show it off to everyone that had an ounce of social clout within the boundaries of the Shire. This would not be anything to fuss over with a typical purchase of embroidered hats decorated with dyed feathers; or engraved silverware that was obviously meant to outshine the set that had been passed down through the Baggin’s hands for generations. However, this was not a typical bauble.

Bilba did not care overmuch about social niceties or any such bothersome details when it came to the Sackville-Baggins. She was a direct Baggins by her father’s blood, not one by name alone through marriage. She had more important things to worry about than being high on the ‘invite to tea’ list of one particular lady of the Shire.

Though it was not only polite to accept an invitation to tea, in this particular instance the hobbitess had been plagued by an uncomfortable pull in her gut that had not left her alone since the news first circulated throughout the gossip circles. She found herself awaiting the invitation with something approaching foreboding. A niggling in the back of her mind that had grown into a whisper that not all was well. It was an unsettling realization to the Baggin’s heir to find her ‘prickle’ that had awoken during the Great Winter when wolves had come across the frozen river to feast on Hobbit flesh pressing on her heart to check on her kin’s escapade.

Nearly two weeks passed before Bilba found herself seated in an overstuffed chair in the modestly sized but increasingly well furnished living room of the Sackville-Baggins smial. Sipping tea that had purposefully gone lukewarm, nibbling three day old biscuits and making small talk while hardly listening to what her cousin was saying was out of place for one of her infrequent visits in only one aspect. She was usually quite on top of parsing out the hidden meaning and subtle barbs laced into Lobelia’s speeches. One too many times the hobbitess had tried to twist words and meanings to get something she wanted.

It was rather like a standoff with a particularly nasty goose. One wrong move and you’d find yourself with a fresh bruise and only some idea of how things went sour. Bilba could hardly concentrate. Her chest was aching, her fingers tingling, her ear tips twitching. There was something going on that was far above the usual petty cruelty her cousin was known for and the longer the other hobbit drug out the game she liked to play the worse it became. Bilba was on the verge of snapping at the woman to just come out with whatever she had been brought to see when the infuriating hobbitess finally said something noteworthy.

Lobelia had an unbearably smug look on her face. The expression sent a thrill of nervous energy through Bilba’s body as she took in the twist of the woman’s shapely lips and the calculatingly detached gleam in her eyes. That look never boded well for whom it was directed. When her cousin picked up a small brass bell and shook it as a summons, the first reaction that Bilba could muster was disbelief. That feeling swiftly gave way to dawning horror as the rasp of cheap cloth and the clink of metal rubbing against itself fell on her sensitive hearing.

Broad shoulders pulled into a slight but unnatural hunch due to the configuration of the chains on his wrists and ankles. Long dark hair that was in desperate need of a wash and combing obscured most of the males face. Ratty, threadbare clothing that was made out of what looked to be old sack cloth strained in some places on the dirty frame and hung loose in others. As her cousin’s purchase made his way into the living room; it was all Bilba could do to stop the gasp of stunned outrage from escaping her throat.

The ‘treasure’ that her cousin had brought home was not a pretty knick knack or a new stitching of lace, but a person. A dwarf to be precise. Tall for his kind, gaunt and worse for wear in appearance. The face of the male was down turned in subjugation and covered with near matted locks as his only feasible form of shield. Despite the attempt to hide, Bilba could just make out the line of a proud nose, strong jaw framed in a close cropped dark beard and thick brows pulled down in a furrow of displeasure. His cheeks were sunken from lack of good food and an all over air of neglect seemed to hang about the male. He struck a rather pitiful figure standing there waiting to be addressed by the hobbitess that had bought him from who knew where. And yet.

Bilba could not take her eyes away. Something was hiding, under the dirt and dried blood. There was a quality about the dwarf before her that struck the hobbitess as regal.

#hobbit #thorin x bilbo #ao3 #hobbit fanfic #Unbroken Chains #fic rewrite #fix it fic

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