#i love that for them. i wish i lived in the shire

[shirefantasies]

The Hobbits With a F!Human Crush

Definitely not the last of this concept you’ll see from me 😉 Tagging @possibly-in-wonderland along with my usual list @kilibaggins @fuckyoumakeart @lokilover476 | let me know if you wanna join!

Frodo

✧ You serve as a living, breathing symbol of his curiosity, his desire for knowledge and exploration, something new that he wants so badly it all but takes the breath from him.

✧ The way you fall in love with Bag End, unbothered, no, charmed, by the quaint yet elegant hobbit hole as your eyes light up has Frodo’s heart doing somersaults. “You like it?” “Like it? Why, Frodo, you are as lucky as anyone! I wish I lived here!” He’s a bit too shy to say it, but a little voice peeking from the corners of Frodo’s mind says that that could be arranged.

✧ You’ve been places he could only dream of, and he wants to hear every story, enraptured with a hand upon his chin and blue eyes wide at your every word.

✧ Whenever you bend down to whisper in his ear, his entire mind shuts down and a smile creeps across his lips like you’ve never seen before.

✧ Flushes brightly when you pull him protectively against your chest, but enjoys the dangerous race of his heart at your hand upon him more than he would have thought possible.

✧ And when you first kiss him, giving him that gentle but still quite strong tug up into your lips at his confession and tangling your fingers in his dark hair, it's like his chest is about to explode.

Sam

✧ A bit down on yourself thinking someone like you wouldn’t like someone like him, at least not like that.

✧ Regardless, it changes not his kindness and devotion towards you. Despite your size difference, Sam is the one to step forward between you and danger, throwing an arm across from you and not registering or sharing in your amusement until the threat is neutralized.

✧ His heart practically slammed out of his chest when he told you about all the rabbits in the Shire, including one couple he’d seen where the male was with a much larger female. “That’s so cute,” you’d remarked, a hand idly brushing his arm as it lowered, “I love that.” Sam could hardly speak for the next minute or so.

✧ You asked him once if people remind him of flowers or if that's just you, and without even thinking Sam said sunflowers. Not only because of their height, he replies with a blush after you tease him, but the way they bring joy to all who see them and everybody wants them around.

✧ Trips over his words when you focus your gaze down upon him, suddenly feeling warm beneath the intent stare.

✧ And when you take his hand, looking him right in the eyes again as you tell him just how much he means to you, why he snaps completely, pulling up to his full height to connect your lips.

Merry

✧ He takes you, quite frankly, as a challenge- not one given in scorn, but as the rush of the latest charge or act of mischief, the exhilaration of risking oneself for moments of the greatest good.

✧ Bold as he is, Merry isn't afraid to let you know how beautiful he thinks you are, calling you fair and strong and every compliment in the book to cheer you up and bolster your courage.

✧ Attempts to prove himself to you thrill him, too, the way you take him on as an equal to spar and spend your time teaching him. The way you let him overtake you, standing over you with triumph and giving a smirk that runs a shiver down his spine.

✧ He goes to you first for things; in his eyes you can do anything and he trusts you to take his concerns seriously. It could be something small like a question or repair or a a heavier matter like a deep discussion, but whatever it is it will be with you.

✧ Makes up the occasional tall tale about his prowess back home, making himself out to be quite the hero or his home a far more fantastical place. Just to see what you believe. Even though you giggle at his mock-heroic deeds and teasingly debunk his tales, you make it clear in your treatment of him that you do believe he can do anything.

✧ Shock blooms across your face and thrums in your heart at the wince cutting Merry’s face when he accidentally confesses his feelings to you, but it is quickly overtaken by a smile as you cup his face in your hands to return his affection and then some.

Pippin

✧ Nothing can tear him from your side, not a word of concern from others, not a single hardship- when his mind is made up, it is made and that is that.

✧ Enjoys climbing up on things or into trees to get to your eye level, leaning closer while he has the opportunity to all but brush noses.

✧ Makes jokes about you having a longer reach or about "back when you were my size", for he is well aware and comfortable with the height difference. Insurmountable as it could be to you, there is no point in denying it and having some fun with it. After all, as much as he is always trying to assist you, he can use your added height as an excuse to ask for help, too!

✧ Unabashedly checks you out, his eyes sliding to you in nearly any moment of idleness; sometimes they are glances of awe, others pure pleasure at your form.

✧ Tells you again and again all the places he’s going to take you: the Green Dragon, a run through Farmer Maggot’s fields, Sam’s garden if he lets you, all at such insistence that the Shire is the greatest place upon the earth that you cannot help believing him and longing for it almost as much as he.

✧ Knowing that he is lost, he is happy simply to love you no matter what, but few times in your life will you see Pippin’s face as alight as the moment between you returning his feelings and the deep first kiss you share.

Bilbo

✧ Now you, my dear, are an adventure. Nothing he ever planned for, imagined, expected, and yet here you are on his proverbial doorstep. With a gulp and a shy smile he takes you in, eyes sliding upward along your form.

✧ Never has he felt this way before and certainly never with a daughter of men, so you'll find his gaze upon you often, studying you almost.

✧ Definitely tries to wow you with his studies of the different cultures of men- with varying success depending on from which region you hail. You cannot help but be charmed at all of Bilbo’s attempts to make you feel at home even in the middle of nowhere.

✧ You will feel like you’ve seen Bag End and met all of Bilbo’s ridiculous relatives with all the stories he shares both silly and beautiful. “I can see why you wish to return,” you tell him, to which he just beams up at you, a new shine in his eyes.

✧ Gets flustered at the ways in which you move to his level, leaning slinkily against a large rock or down further still upon a log to look up at him and meet his gaze with a smile.

✧ All he asks is if you have any interest in settling down, but you cannot help risking things at the sight of Bilbo’s nerves, tentatively answering that you’d love to settle in the Shire and feeling your heart soar at his grin of relief. Unusual, certainly, but then again that is perfect for Bilbo Baggins, is it not?

#lord of the rings #lotr imagines #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #frodo #sam #merry #pippin #bilbo #female reader #thank you for sharing in my vision friend 😌

[faeriichaii]

hey I've read several of your fics and I really love your writing and I was wondering of you'd be in a mood for one thorin x reader request where thorin comes to visit bilbo in the shire some time after botfa and goes to the green dragon with him where he gets absolutely mesmerised with the reader who is a singer there?? it's heavily inspired by the song "killing me softly with her song" by Perry Como. could be any genre really. I've had this idea for so long but am absolutely terrible at writing

Symphony of Your Life ~ Thorin x Human!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much!! I am happy to hear that you have enjoyed my stories so far :) I am so sorry that it took me so long to write it rip but now it is here and I hope you like it!! <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff (I think??) not proof read!!! ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.4k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ

Summary: Thorin went to visit his old friend Bilbo in the Shire once more, without expecting to be enchanted by a melodic voice that fills not just his ears but also his heart.

“I am grateful for your visit old friend.” Bilbo said, giving Thorins shoulder a pat before entering the Green Dragon Inn. “Well, it has been quite a while since we parted ways and you went back home to the shire.” The dwarven king followed after the hobbit into the filled place. People were drinking away, while telling the ones closest by about stories of their past. Others were eating away the food that was served on their plates. The inn was filled with a lively atmosphere, making Thorin relax slightly, the stress of the past months leaving his body.

Bilbo pulled out one of the wooden chairs and made himself comfortable, before looking around in search of the waitress. “So Thorin, tell me, what has been happening in Erebor after I left?” “Well, we began to slowly regain back the power Erebor once had.” Thorin sat opposite of the hobbit, before continuing with his story. “We are also making sure to not keep too much gold in the mine. Also, the trading between Mirkwood and Erebor is livelier than ever.” “Excuse me for the lil wait, but what can I get ya two fellows for the night?” A woman asked them, her eyes moving between the two men.

“I would just like to get a pint of meat for now.” The dwarven king said, his eyes moving from the waitress to the performer behind her. Soft tunes filled his ears, followed by a gentle voice telling an old tale from the past. Your mind was focused on the song you were playing and he could feel the emotions that you put into every syllable that passed your lips. Fingers gently tugging on the strings of your Lyre, making him wish to walk closer to hear even more of this beautiful melody.

“Thorin, are you alright?” Bilbo asked him, taking a sip of his drink. The king didn’t even notice that the waitress already served them their order. “Yes of course. I just am enjoying the song.” And with that he turned his attention back to you. You were walking off of the makeshift stage and danced through the small passage of people. A bright smile graced your lips as you heard a group of men hollering along with you, almost drowning your own voice with theirs. Continuing your way to every single corner and crevice of the inn, you made sure that everyone was enjoying themselves.

You loved performing. It was what made you happy, even when you were younger. Your older brother even taught you how to play the Lyre and you remember constantly joining him for his small performances in various different inns around your hometown. He was the sole reason for you now standing in the middle of a packed room, surrounded by various different people who were dancing and singing together with you. Strumming the last tune on your lyre you finished the song with a bow. Applause as well as praise was washing over you, as you looked around the crowd.

The bright faces of the people around you filling you with warmth. That was until you caught onto a pair of stale blue ones. His gentle smile was almost unnoticeable in the dark room, as you studied him a little more. You recognize him from one of the many tales that bards have sung in inns you have visited with your brother. Thorin Oakenshield. So, you rushed back onto the makeshift stage and strummed your Lyre.

“My dear guests, I really hope you enjoyed today’s performance as much as I did. This right now might sound like a farewell already, but I have one last performance before I will leave you for the night. It is a special song, most of you know.” People around you began to mumble, trying to guess which song you will play next. “As most of you already know, many songs played are retellings of famous stories of middle earth. And as you might know, me and my brother began to rewrite some of them as well. And as some of you might know, I am especially proud of the one song we wrote about the one and only Thorin Oakenshield.”

The crowd began to cheer, as you looked at the man in question. His eyes darkened at the mention of him and his life story being turned into a song. He would have expected anything, even the song of how the company and him got Erebor out of the clutches of the dragon. But his life story? How could a mere mortal even know half of his story?

You strung the first few melodies of the song. Your melancholy voice once more entrancing the people occupying the inn. Their eyes intently focused on you. But your own mind was only focused on the dwarven king right in front of him. You wanted to touch his soul with the words and retelling you once wrote together with your brother. You needed him to see that you knew his pain, even if you weren’t around him. You wanted him to know that his pain was shared and that he was not the only one who had to pass through tough times. You wanted him to know that you understood him.

Thorins heart warmed at the words that were dedicated to him. He didn’t expect you to completely put him under your spell and enchant him by the way you were telling his story. He expected things to be painful, but you made sure to put warmth and love, as well as care into every word. From the moment you mentioned the tragic death of his father, followed by the definition of his name, you thought about every little detail in his story. And it warmed his heart. You even mentioned how he conquered Erebor back for the dwarves and how he got rid of the dragon Smaug. Even the battle of the five armies was mentioned in your song. It almost felt like you have been around him since day one, watching every step he took on his journey. Almost as if you were a part of the company yourself.

After the last note passed from the Lyre and you sung the last melody of the song, you heard the applause of the people around you. Smiling brightly, you bowed once more, however your mind was still stuck onto the king who you just sung about. Letting your eyes travel across the people, you notice that the seat he had occupied during his stay in the inn was now empty. Slight pain squeezed your heart. You hated when people just left during your performances. Especially the ones the story is all about.

Descending from the small makeshift stage, you began to put away your Lyre into its case. Getting ready, to leave for the night you were stopped by a person in front of you. He was slightly shorter than you and you immediately recognized his blue eyes. “I hope I am not interrupting.” “Not at all my king.” You quickly said, straightening your posture. “I hope you liked the song. I wrote it together with my brother, as a small tribute to all the heroic things you have accomplished over the time.”

A smile graced the kings’ lips, which made you feel a little bit more at ease. “I was a little surprised, I didn’t expect to hear any song about me. Especially one that was so detailed.” You intently listened to every word that passed his lips, fingers tightly holding onto the case of your Lyre. “I did enjoy it though. It was very touching and it did make me think about some… things.” He cleared his throat before continuing. “Would you perhaps consider writing more songs? I mean about the dwarven kings and maybe Erebor?”

Your eyes widened at this proposition, never expecting these words to pass Thorins lips. “My king I-“ “Just call me Thorin.” “Thorin I… don’t know what to say. This is a big honour for me and I would love to accept this offer, but why would you ask me of all the wonderful and talented people of middle earth to work on such an important project?” You asked him, still flabbergasted at the words of the king.

“Well, I do enjoy the sound of your voice and your song about my story touched my heart like none before. I also think that Erebor deserves a song of it’s own, so it would only be fitting, to ask you for this important job.” A bright smile graced your lips. “In that case, I would happily take up your offer and write the most beautiful symphony for Erebor.” Erebor, the city that once belonged to the beast called Smaug. Erebor, the city of hope and chances.

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[popquizhot-shot]

i was inspired by @allysunny 's fic where miguel watches snow white and i loved it so much its literally so wholesome. GO READ IT.

and after that i watched a lotr fanart reel with the evenstar theme and i began to wonder how mig would like Lord of the Rings. cuz he has to if the relationship is going to work im sorry-

So here's the product of my labour lmfao im doing the first movie only because this would be way too long if it was all three

MIGUEL WATCHES LOTR(extended edition ofc)

-I feel like he'd come across you either looking at fanart or edits of the characters and be intrigued.

-"what's that, tesoro?" nosy mf he'd smush onto your shoulder from behind, your hair ticking his nose lightly.

"it's lord of the rings, babe. how have you-"

and you realise mans is from 2099 how tf is he going to know what lord of the rings is.

and thats how you end up sitting in front of the tv at 8am in the morning with tea and breakfast and the shire theme playing from the tv.

-"They're dwarves?" Miguel asks when he sees Frodo next to Gandalf

"No, they're Hobbits."

"But Hobbits are basically dwarves?"

"Nope, different race, honey." you kiss his cheek as his eyes squint in confusion.

=Merry and Pip remind him of ahem certain spider people

-He gasps when Bilbo disappears and is like wtf when he sees him reappear and have a meltdown over the ring.

-He gasps AGAIN when you tell him that gandalf actually left frodo in the shire for 17 years and not like a few hours or days

-gets annoyed at merry and pippin AGAIN

-fucking loves samwise but thinks he needs a bit more spine(give him a chance wait till the end of the series)

-he will raise an eyebrow at you trying to stop your squeal when looking at the first glimpse of this strider and his pipe.

-i feel like the nazgul would freak him out(just a little but its the horses)

-THE HORSES i feel like he wont give af honestly about them because he can co exist with widow on the team but since he has the phobia he wouldnt fawn over them(not me pssh i love the pretty horsies)

-absolutely thinks frodo is going to die when hes stabbed by the nazgul

-his eyes widen when arwen our queen rides in and you squeal again

-he admires arwen and her abilities, that scene with the river and the nazgul makes his jawdrop.

-"tesoro i like this movie." "slut" "im YOUR slut" *mwah*

-he loves the rivendell and the set design is honestly breathtaking he gets so into it

-arwen and aragorn are adorable and he holds you tighter when the flashback scene between them is shown

-you clap when you see legolas ride in and he sideeyes you yet AGAIN

-sees the appeal tbh

-he loves that you're so passionate about something and want to share it with him and he sees it as an honour that you're willing to do this, spend an entire day watching a movie series with him its baffling to him

-you on the other hand get worried that he finds it boring but then when he gets into it youre ecstatic that he likes it too and you both can enjoy something thats so close to your heart.

-it can be hard to relate to someone who's so different from you, like mans is spiderman, a geneticist, leads an elite strike dedicated to the multiverse-

-but you both gel in a lot of ways (which is why dude loves you and would die for you and kill for you either way what bliss)despite leading such different lives and now there's one more thing you can bond over and it fills you with happiness and you have to snuggle into him and he holds you tighter in response, smooching the top of your head

-absolutely despises boromir at first(it changes)

-thinks elrond is bossy asf(look whos talking babe)

-he gets worked up when boromir starts coveting the ring and is like he should die

-sniffs when the man actually dies in such a heroic way

-i think he has to cover his mouth when aragorn finds boromir and kisses his forehead because its such an emotional scene and this man has gone through such loss and probably similar things in his own battlefield except he wishes he could have given his teammates better goodbyes.

-when the movie ends yk the way it does he immediately puts on the next one.

-"babe wait i have to pee!" "pee fast then and come back!" *pats your ass as you walk past him and you try to swat him because that doesnt help after holding in your pee for like 3 damn hours

-he really likes it and he loved experiencing it with you, listening to your commentary sometimes, rolling his eyes lovingly when you grin at aragorn or legolas or sam or arwen, but he loved it even more because it was a piece of you that was bared to him and he accepted it and loved it too because it was YOU

-and because its a legendary piece of art.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fluff #echo actually writes

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Stories . . .

( Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader)

(A/N); Hello, readers!! Happy to present this fic as the sequel to "Excuses" ! I finally thought it was time!!

Pairings; Thorin x Reader (Platonic)

Plot: Thorin returns to the Shire not just to see Bilbo...

Warnings; None, cavity creating fluff

Part One

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It was high morning in the Shire, the sun reaching its peak and spring in full bloom. To the day, it has been 3 years since the quest to reclaim Erebor was completed and Bilbo Baggins had saw fit to return home. He never expected guests of any kind, especially after the quest business. Save for one inquisitive little Hobbit...

Thorin Oakenshield, now King Under the Mountain, had left late by the standard of years. He had intended to visit the Shire again sooner, but establishing peace in the Dwarven colonies had taken longer than first anticipated. He had left from Erebor weeks ago, leaving Fili in charge of the runnings. The young Dwarf had done much to impress his uncle in the quest for Erebor and Thorin had no doubt that the kingdom would run smoothly in his absence with Fili in charge. Yet now, he needed some days of peace, away from home. He had seen much, too much, of war and politics in the last few years. His people were finally at peace, helping rebuild homes of their own and that of the people of Laketown. Thorin, with great difficulty, had also established good relations with Thranduil, King of the Woodland Realm. There was peace, a hard-earned peace. And finally, he could rest.

With a smile, he pulled encouragingly at the reins of his pony. "Come on", he murmured. "We're here now". The grasses and trees of the forest had at last pulled away, to reveal stone and dirt paths into the small Shire city of Hobbiton. Ever prosperous and oblivious to such things beyond their borders, there was an element of serenity that allowed Thorin to sigh and relax at last. Of course, the Padfoot— no. Padfeet family were not impressed with the new face entering their domain. The King had come armed to the teeth with baggage for a week's stay. This was not a welcome sign to them, nor to the prudish Hobbits that also avoided him. He cared not, however. His mind was fixated on an old friend.

Thorin slipped down from the saddle of his pony, gently caressing her face. "Well done", he whispered with a grin. "And thank you". Giving the animal a well deserved pat and apple, he turned at last to the nearby Hobbit holes. He remembered after all this time which one it had been where his young friend had lived. It had been over three years since she had last seen him. Three years since she'd given him the coin which he wore as a royal pendant around his neck. A sign of luck that he'd carried with him over so many distances. He wondered if she'd forgotten him after so long? Children grow and many things end up being forgotten, after all.

His ocean orbs spied a woman that was familiar to him, tending the gardens of her home with love and care. "Fair morning to you!".

The King's greeting startled the woman at first, but her eyes lit up at the sight of the familiar Dwarf. "Mr Oakenshield!", she exclaimed, throwing aside her tools and gloves to open the gate between them. Without hesitation, she hugged the larger Dwarf. "What a welcome surprise it is to have you here!". Thorin returned the embrace with a few gentle pats to the maternal woman's back. (Y/n)'s mother was a kind individual, always fussing over others. She pulled away in a flurry, smiling in a sudden bout of excitement. "I have a person who would love to see you!".

"Where is she??". He had the eagerness alike to a father wishing to see his daughter after being away. Knowing this, the Hobbit excitedly shouted for her daughter who had gone to play in the streets. Within moments, little footsteps made their way up the path.

Before the King could turn to meet them, a smaller figure had knocked into him, attempting a tight embrace. He laughed whilst his younger counterpart happily cried out, "Mr Thorin!!".

"Look at you!!", he mused, enthusiastically lifting her from him and into the air above his head. "You're so big and tall now! I hardly recognised you!". (Y/n) giggled,

"It's also because of my teeth!". At her proclaimation, she pointed to the few gaps she had with the now adult-looking teeth.

"Most definitely". He laughed, finally holding her like he did many years ago. He even bumped her head with his own - a Dwarven custom to friends and family. One he still practiced with his nephews...

"I just knew you'd come back!". To his amusement, the smaller Hobbit grinned, grabbing at his braids and chestplate scales restlessly.

"Of course! I told you that I would try, didn't I?".

"Did you get back your home??", she pressed with the greatest curiosity.

"Yes, dear one, at great cost. I have a great many stories to share with you of my travels".

"Did you fight monsters? Did you–".

"(Y/n)! Calm down, he's only just gotten here, Love!", her mother chided with a chuckle. "My apologies, Mr Oakenshield".

"It's no trouble", he grinned allowing the small girl to bury her head into the crook of his neck.

"If you're not busy, we were just about to have Luncheon. Would you like to join us?".

"I would hardly like to impose—", he tried to politely downplay the offer.

"Of course he's staying, Mother!! He's hungry!! He's just too polite to say so!". Thorin's brows rose at (Y/n)'s interruption, finding it hard to keep back his laughter at her cheekiness.

"It looks as if I'm staying", the statement came out more like a question, but he offered a polite bow of gratitude to (Y/n)'s mother. The young Hobbit hollered for joy as the raven-haired King followed her mother into their home. Nowhere near as big as Bilbo's house in Bag End, but it was beautifully set out and open. The smells of freshly cooked food and the security of home lingered in the air. And it was that fair noon that Thorin Oakenshield truly found himself at peace, joyfully recounting the various stories of his company to (Y/n) and her mother.

The young Hobbit with her pointed ears had never listened more intently. Thorin's voice was no longer kingly in nature, but soft and playful. He let every different story be an enigma; (Y/n)'s eagerness greatly reminding him of the late nights he shared in the Blue Mountains, storytelling to his nephews. He missed those days and greatly wished that in his younger years that he had settled to have children of his own. Despite this, he was grateful for his two nephews and the young Hobbit he had befriended for life.

His gorgeous blue orbs shimmered as he told the girl of his time in Rivendell and the chase that lead them there. He told her of mountains that could move and fight! Of Goblins, Orcs and Wargs. Of Eagles and Beorn with his monstrously huge house. Of the city on the Lake and the evil Dragon who had taken his home before burning down theirs. He told her that many fought for his home in Erebor and that there had been five different armies.

"I am now King of Erebor, young one", he spoke to her gently. "It is why I have taken so long to return. And why I may not visit as much as I'd like". Her mouth fell open in wonder,

"If you're the King, are you not allowed to leave??".

"I can leave. As long as I leave my nephew, Fili, in charge. He will be King after I am gone".

"That will never happen!", (Y/n) protested to amusement, snuggling into his side. "You'll live forever and ever and I can come and visit you!".

"When you're old enough, dear one", he assured. "I pray that someday you will venture to Erebor to look upon the halls of my great home. To perhaps meet those of my house, as I have come to know yours; and be welcomed as kin".

"I will one day! I'll go to Erebor! I'll visit you, I promise!!". Thorin smiled fondly, softly rustling the (h/c) curls on the little Halfling's head. "And be welcomed as kin! Whatever that is".

"It means family, (Y/n). You, Master Baggins, my people. All of us are part of each other. You will come to understand it all one day. And I will be a proud Dwarf to see that day come".

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"Uncle!", Kili bounded into the throne room with his usual spirit. Thorin bowed his head in greeting to his second nephew. Much had changed for Kili. He had finally grown a small beard and his royal duties had increased tenfold. Alike to Fili, he had truly made the mountain King proud.

"Kili. I trust you bring good news?".

"I do", the younger Dwarf grinned. "We have guests". Thorin's brows rose, his hand lifting in approval.

"By all means, let them in!". The King found himself dumbfounded as Bilbo strayed in, however, it was not him that Thorin's eye had caught. He stood, agape at the Halfling who now followed the first into the room. Although many years had passed, his older eyes would still know her face. She grinned up at him with (e/c) eyes shining with wonder and familiarity. Kili stayed if only to watch the joy meet his uncle's eyes.

"I'm here, Mr Thorin. I kept my promise".

The End. . . .

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Thank you to any and all of you who have taken read these two short fics and support me!! Again, I hope you enjoyed!!

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[fruityfrodo]

Bagginshield Fic Recs!

I've been wanting to do a bagginshield fic recs for a long time now so here are my favorite fics so far for this pairing! I will be adding on new ones as I go ❤

Fix-It AUs :

A Shot in the Dark by Silver_pup — 213.2k words

Summary: When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in his old bed in his old home in his old body. Is this death? Or a trick of magic? Either way, Bilbo recognizes a second chance when he sees one, and this time his adventure with Thorin is going to go a bit differently.

An Expected Journey by MarieJacquelyn — 294.5k words

Summary:

“I just wish…”

“What do you wish?”

“I wish I could have changed it all.”

For years Bilbo has written about his adventures and told stories about his dealings with dwarves and dragons. To most it seemed like fanciful nonsense but to Bilbo it was all very real. A weight followed him home from his travels, one called regret. Now in his final moments Bilbo has a choice to make – go quietly into death’s embrace or go back again and face all the fear and pain for the chance to make things right?

Of course, change is a fickle thing and not everything can be done again as Bilbo is about to find out. In the end, it may not only be salvation that he’s fighting for.

Discovering Mr Baggins by Eareniel — 94.4k words

Summary: A.K.A. The Quest for Erebor:

The story of a Hobbit, told through the eyes of the dwarves.

Alternate Universes (Canon Divergence):

The Time for Home by Drenagon — 211.8k words

Summary: Bilbo Baggins doesn't fit in in the Shire. He's not a normal hobbit. That doesn't bother him.

Having his warnings ignored? Trying to help those who will not help themselves?

That bothers him.

The Color of Possibility by lindoreda — 17k words

Summary: When Bilbo puts himself between Thorin and Azog's blade, his mithril shirt protecting them both, it isn't long before some dwarves whisper that 'Oakenshield' might not be the best epithet for their king anymore. But for Bilbo, barred from Thorin's sight since the battle, this new epithet only adds to the sting. Spending his days caring for the recovering princes, Bilbo wonders how much more of this he can take, not suspecting his place at the center of a silent divide in the company.

The Nine Lives of Bilbo Baggins by captain (theoddoodisnude) — 15.3k words

Summary: He's not scared, but rather resigned. He doesn't want to die, not when he knows that it will be permanent, but he doesn't regret his actions. He's died many times on this journey; first for his Company, and then for people he could proudly call friends, who then turned into family.

And now Bilbo will die for them again.

For the first time in his life, he will also die for love. 

Call You Home by northerntrash — 12k words

Summary: In which the Company are entirely too nosy about matters that are supposed to be a secret, and Bilbo learns that being concerned about propriety is overrated when you could be making friends instead.

The Naming of Hobbits by Margo_Kim — 9.7k words**

Summary: There's a certain point where you can no longer ask someone what their name is. Thorin isn't sure exactly when that point is, but he knows that it's probably some time before the person in question saves your life. On the far side of the Misty Mountains, Thorin realizes that he never quite caught the first part of Mr. Baggins' name, and he finds that it's astonishingly harder to learn than he would have thought. Fili, Kili, and Dwalin are no help whatsoever.

**I literally didn't laugh this hard in a long while. Definitely worth a read! (And another, let's be honest).

Post BotFA AUs:

A Cultural Misunderstanding (series) by Lindzzz — 96k words

Summary: In which Thorin pushes, and Bilbo doesn't know how to handle emotions and finds himself engaged without realizing it.

(A fluffy "everyone lives" marriage AU)

The Riven Crown by BeautifulFiction — 254.3k words

Summary: ‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’

The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.

Then there is the matter of the gold...

Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

All The Rivers Sound In My Body by pibroch (littleblackdog) — 5.7k words

Summary: As much as he might like to cut a natty figure in a proper waistcoat and trousers with a reasonable inseam, Bilbo knew there were many more important things to bother with at the moment.

Rebuilding an entire dwarven kingdom, for one. And airing out the stink of dragon would be nice as well.

An Unexpected Proposal by Eareniel — 100k words

Summary: As Bilbo sat smoking in his empty hobbit hole, he couldn’t help but wonder – when did his life become so boring? Or better yet – when did his old life stop being enough?

He suspected the answer to that question lay somewhere around the time when he had refused Thorin Oakenshield’s offer of marriage.

Mother-Tongue by northerntrash — 24.9k words

Summary: Forget-me-not: a small flower, with four petals, which are normally found in shades of blue with a pink or white centre. These are traditional flowers of intent in the Shire, used to express true love, and remembrance.

In which Bilbo plans to leave Erebor, and Thorin tries to understand why.

Modern AUs:

For This by northerntrash — 8k words

Summary: Thorin Durin had lived in his new flat for approximately eighty four minutes when things started to go terribly, terribly wrong. The wrongness came in the form of a package, delivered to his door, wrapped in brown paper and string, with a small tag wishing him a very sincere welcome to the building.

Just To Be by northerntrash — 22.2k words

Summary: Thorin hadn’t really wanted to go on holiday. That was why he hadn’t been on one for over a decade – not, despite what his siblings might say, because he had problems letting go of work and letting other people have control over their own hotel, which definitely wasn’t his entire life, no matter what the opinions of his family might have been on the matter.

In which people go on holiday, and find a little bit of home.

The making of a story by northerntrash — 16k words

Summary: When Bilbo finds a case of old family photographs, he becomes determined to find the original owners: what he does not expect is to become quite so involved in their lives, or that those photographs should prove quite so important.

One-sided conversations by northerntrash — 94.9k words

Summary: "Thank you for listening," Thorin said, getting to his feet. "I hope to be able to return the favour, one day."

The man on the bed didn't respond, but since he'd been in a coma for longer than Thorin had known him, that wasn't entirely surprising.

Candid by northerntrash — 42.3k words

Summary: Thorin wasn't entirely sure why there was a six-foot candid photograph of him hanging in this exhibition, but he was going to wring the neck of whoever had put it there.

In which Bilbo is a photographer, Thorin an accidental model, and Gandalf just likes to make trouble for everyone.

Nothing Gold Can Stay by perkynurples — 296.3k words

Summary: Bilbo Baggins led a rather peaceful life, thank you very much, until an old acquaintance decided to turn it upside down, and he found himself agreeing to take a job that’s… let’s say not exactly up his alley, and might eventually cost him a little more than his treasured cozy lifestyle. Who would have thought tutoring a slightly menacing monarch’s more than slightly overbearing nephew could prove to be such an adventure?

Some Magical Occurence by Drenagon — 9.5k words

Summary: Bilbo could use some magic if he's going to get the annual Christmas event at Goldmine Books to run as planned.

Instead he has Bofur, Ori and a serious case of building panic.

Then the Durins arrive.

Plan B by Drenagon — 85.7k words

Summary: Plan B: an alternative strategy; a contingency plan, devised for an outcome other than the expected plan.

Or, sending an unqualified temp to act as Thorin Oakenshield's PA because no one qualified can put up with him.

(He'd say they can't meet his standards. Of course he would.)

Meet Bilbo Baggins. He just became Plan B.

idylls of the king by aerospaces — 16.1k words

Summary: Thorin a single parent/uncle, Bilbo babysits. Fili and Kili are a handful. Essentially NANNY AU where Thorin is a perturbed Detective Inspector navigating through life.

A Remover of Obstacles by MistakenMagic — 371.7k words**

Summary: Dis often chided her older brother for being a misanthropist. She did it so often it had become a term of endearment. It was true that Thorin struggled with people; he struggled to form and maintain relationships. Dr. Grey had diagnosed him with this and Thorin hadn’t the heart to tell him this wasn’t a symptom of his PTSD, it was a symptom of his personality. He exercised a sense of apathy with almost everyone he met… But Bilbo was different. Thorin actually found himself wanting to know more about him.

** This is honestly a favorite of mine. I can't begin to describe how amazing this fic is. If you have the time, go for it! I promise it will change you for good.

This is all I have for now, but please know that I'm currently reading new ones and I'll be adding them onto this list very soon!

Have a nice read! (And hopefully, with a nice cup of tea).

#bagginshield #bagginshield fic #fic recs #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bilbo #thorin #an unexpected journey #lotr #fanfic #fanfiction #bilbo x thorin #thorin x bilbo #thilbo #thilbo bagginshield #the hobbit

[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: The Shadow of the Past

"The blame was mostly laid on Gandalf." Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a Disturber of the Peace...

Something about "but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticeable" cracks me up

I love the fact that Frodo kept throwing birthday parties for Bilbo after he left. It's so sweet.

I would much rather go to Frodo’s Hundred-weight Feast than Bilbo’s Party of Special Magnificence, actually; twenty guests and several meals “at which it snowed food and rained drink” sounds much more my speed X-D

“Bilbo isn’t dead.” “Where is he then?” “🤷‍♂️”

F in the chat for Folco Boffin, who was mentioned like once in this chapter and never comes into the story again

"Merry and Pippin suspected that [Frodo] visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done." TEA???

Frodo's wandering in the autumn has such an evocative and melancholy feeling to it. So much so that I wrote a poem about it last year...

Part Two of me wishing the movies could have shown the Dwarves passing through the Shire on their way to the Blue Mountains

Sam be like "Dragons and Ents are real, I tell you!" and Ted Sandyman like "press X to doubt"

Our first glimpse of Sam's unassailable trust in Frodo and his wisdom 💚

And now! Exposition dumping, with Gandalf.

I hate the fact that I can't see or hear the word Eregion without getting war flashbacks to Amazon's Rings of Poopy

Ooh, remind me to write an essay about the invisibility power of the Ring(s)...

"[Bilbo] would certainly never have passed on to you anything that he thought would be a danger." Oh boy, would you look at the time, it's Crying About Adoptive Relationships O'clock

"'There wasn't any permanent harm done, was there?' asked Frodo anxiously. 'He would get all right in time, wouldn't he? Be able to rest in peace, I mean.'" OH BOY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME—

Literally Gandalf: "Hobbits are my special interest"

"It is quite cool." It sure is, Gandalf. Wicked. Radical, even.

Low-hanging fruit, I know, but I had to 🤣

Speaking of low-hanging fruit, here's a joke I made two years ago about the "until Spring had passed into Winter" line:

He threw a luau barbecue one breezy summer night/Invited all his turtle pals to come and have a wiki bite/The turtles started walkin' there as Lance began to swing/The one that lived across the street arrived there in the spring...!

"I wish it need not have happened in my time." "So do I, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." Still a line that goes so, so hard, right in the middle of this exposition dump.

I like how in Gandalf's story, he makes Deagol talk normally, but Smeagol still has all those verbal idiosyncrasies that are iconic to Gollum.

I'm still trying to remember who it was that pointed out that the last syllable of Smeagol is the first syllable of Gollum. Blew my mind when I saw that, I tell ya.

"I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought." "It is not." 🤣🤣🤣

The thought of Gollum creeping through a window to snatch a baby from a cradle and eat it is at least seventeen different kinds of Not Fun. Thanks, Tolkien.

I have very little to say about Gandalf's retelling of the Ring's story—and Frodo's frightened and naive questions—except that it's almost as hard to tear your eyes away from the book as it is for Frodo to throw the Ring into the fire.

"I do really wish to destroy it! Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made for perilous quests." Oh, Frodo, bby...

I love how Sam's spying is so artfully foreshadowed here X-D You just go whistling away down that path, buddy! Nobody suspects a thing!

All Frodo has to say is "I suppose I'll have to go running into danger alone to keep everything and everyone I love safe, even if it means never coming home again; it's a pity, but I'll do it" and Gandalf is like "Frodo have I mentioned lately how much I love you and hobbits in general". Which. Mood! Big mood!

SUDDENLY, SAMWISE GAMGEE!

Good gracious did I need Sam and his comic relief after this heavy chapter X-D Bless you, Sam, you loveable dummy

I wonder what hobbit idiom Tolkien "translated" into "Lor bless you, sir". I'm not sure the hobbits have a concept of Eru Illuvatar as a benevolent God who hands out blessings; and if they do, I somehow doubt they'd have quaint little figures of speech like this. But I'm just nitpicking at this point because it's fun.

"There ain't no eaves at Bag End, and that's a fact." SAM 🤣🤣

"Mr. Frodo, sir! Don't let him hurt me, sir! Don't let him turn me into anything unnatural! My old dad would take on so." Have I mentioned that I love the heck out of Sam?

Frodo is "hardly able to keep from laughing", which, MOOD!

Sam heard that Mr. Frodo was going away and audibly choked. GAH I love him so much

Frodo sure knows how to threaten Sam LOL

"If you even breathe a word of what you've heard here, then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted toad and fill the garden full of grass-snakes." 🤣🤣

"'Me, sir!' cried Sam, springing up like a dog invited for a walk. 'Me go and see Elves and all! Hooray!' he shouted, and then burst into tears." Oh, Sam. I love you.

#chapter review #frodo baggins #gandalf #samwise gamgee #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

[porphyriosao3]

WIP Wednesday

Argh! I was hit by @sunnyrosewritesstuff for a snippet, and so I must comply. Here's the intro to a fic I mean to finish at some point hopefully:

Bilbo came back into the antechamber of the royal suite with a huff, twitching as always when the golden doors crashed shut and sealed his escort outside.  He hated that Thorin had instructed guards to follow him everywhere.  He had asked them not to multiple times, but it was always 'oh but King Thorin would have us punished', as though Bilbo weren't perfectly capable of protecting himself!  Especially now, in the dead of winter, when anyone committing a crime had nowhere to run for months until the snows cleared!  Besides, what about me, he thought crossly.  I'm the King Consort, but nobody worries about me punishing anyone!  The thought made him snicker despite his sour mood.  It's not as though I would, but how would they know that?  Honestly, it's as if... his thoughts trailed off when he came into the private sitting room and saw Thorin slumped in front of the fire.  Oh dear.  The hobbit eyed his husband warily, taking in the furrowed brow, the limp hands, the downcast eyes. He recognized the signs, though he rather wished he didn't... he hated these moods.  In the two years they had been together, though, he had become quite familiar with them.  "Good evening, love," Bilbo said in a falsely cheerful voice.  "Are you well?"

"Yes, quite well," came the very not-well-sounding reply.  Bilbo stepped over to Thorin, kissed him softly on the cheek, then smoothed his thumb over the furrow between the dark eyebrows until his husband looked up with a crooked half-smile playing around his lips.  Startlingly blue eyes peered up through thick lashes.  "Better now that I see you."

"Thorin..." Bilbo sighed, charmed in spite of himself.  He had to commend the effort, though it was a waste.  His husband's skill at deflecting anything unpleasant was excellent for a dwarf, but not a patch on Shire-level persiflage.  Bilbo pressed on.  "How can I help?  You look quite miserable."  The hobbit stroked his fingers softly along the smooth marriage braid that marked his husband as his, making Thorin sigh with heavy-lidded eyes.  The dwarven fixation with hair was still a mystery to Bilbo, but he wasn't above using it when needed.  "What brought this on, anyway?"

"Brought what on?"  After a quick glance at the raised eyebrow and pursed lips, Thorin flushed slightly and looked back at the fire.  They had only been married a little over two years but the dwarf knew that expression well from their journey, let alone now that they lived together as spouses.  "Oh... well.  The usual.  It's nothing."

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I'm tagging @lordoftherazzles and @tamloid! Take that!

#snippets #thanks sunny #bagginshield

[redheadspark]

To The Shire...

Summary: After saving Eddie from the Upside Down, you sit by his bedside and read to him, hoping to soothe him and bring him back to the living

Warnings: Fluffy fluff

W/C: 3.005

A/N: I loved the small snippet of Eddie talking about Mordor and The Shire, I figured a cute little snippet of Eddie and Lord of The Rings would be perfect for a Sunday Night.

"How is he looking, Doc?" You poked your head into the room as the two adults were talking together in what they assumed were hushed tones. The rest of the hallway was deserted, barely a soul out and about since it was later in the night and you were still somewhat covered in grim and some dirt. The only other people that were there were Steve, Nancy, Robin, Dustin and Lucas. They were all in the waiting room, just as disheveled and covered in dirt because of all of you narrowing escaping Vecna and the Upside Down. Hawkins was in ruins, most of it anyways, and the hospital was a bit overrun with the injured.

Your boyfriend was one of them.

It felt like slow motion seeing him almost get killed in front of your eyes, those demon bats nearly killing him and taking him away from you forever. He was protecting you and Dustin to give you time for you to go back through the gate, but you made the choice to stay behind. If you went through the gate, you knew deep down that you would have been too late to stop the bats, to save Eddie.

He would have died. But he didn’t because of your instinct to wait.

After the assault, you dragged him back to his Upside Down trailer, stopping the blood from escaping with your jacket wrapped around his chest and hips. Dustin hoisted him through and you drove to the hospital, knowing time was not on your side. The rest of the plan was going off without a hitch, and you there weren't needed.

So there you were, two hours later and hearing Eddie's Uncle talk to the doctor. You waited outside the room, not wanting to be in the way though you wish you were in there to hear all that was going on. Eddie was the only thing on your mind, even after the rest of the gan met with you and Dustin in the Waiting Room. Dustin radioed Steve and told him all that went down, the group rushing immediately once they head the news.

"He's going to be fine," The doctor replied, Wayne sighing in relief and you did too. You held your face in your hands as you were trying not to cry from the mere though of your boyfriend being so close to dying.

"The wounds he has are serious though, Wayne," The doctor explained, you perking up a bit as you heard footsteps coming your way down the hall on a laminated floor, "They're a bit deep, but they're barely away from anything severe that could have gotten him killed. The stitches will hold, but he can't do anything too crazy for some time so the skin can heal all the way over. Those two kids saved his life: if he would have came in five minutes later, we would have lost him,"

You felt hot tears in your eyes from hearing that. The realization that you had mere minutes to get Eddie help, to save him from dying in your arms, it hit you so hard and made you almost collapse. Leaning back against the wall and feeling some tears escape from between your fingers, a hand was placed on your shoulder to give you a reassuring squeeze. You sniffled as Wayne Munson walked out of the room and saw you there.

"Hey, kid," He gruffed, you shoving the tears away rapidly as you blinked up at Eddie's Uncle. He looked disheveled himself, both relieved that Eddie was alive and that he made it to the hospital with barely any time left for him.

"I-s he okay, Mr. M-Munson?" You asked sheepishly, Robin tugged your shoulder slightly next to you as Wayne sighed with a small smile on his face.

"He is," he replied, "Thanks to you and that Henderson kid, my Eddie can have a second chance. So.....thank you,"

You smiled, not being able to say anything else. Ever since you started dating Eddie one year ago, Wayne was slow to warm up to you. But he saw how Eddie adored you and treated you right, and how he was a happier teenager and had a bigger optimism on life. Wayne did like you two together, you bringing out the better habits in the trailer and how Eddie would be at home than before when you two were just friends. So to hear that from Wayne, a more secluded and introverted kind of man whom you thought would never truly accept you as Eddie's girlfriend, it meant a lot.

"He's gonna be here all night until probably tomorrow night," Wayne explained, "I'm gonna hang with him for a bit before I have to go to help rebuild the plant ---"

"I can watch him for you, Mr. Munson," you hiccuped to him, seeing him raise his eyebrows at you as you shrugged, "I...I wanna make sure he's okay. I kind of don't want to go anywhere else right now,"

"We need to get cleaned up," Robin reminded you in your ear, "He's fine here. You need to rest--"

"I can't rest until I know he's really okay," You blurted out, looking over at the opening of the room that lead to Eddie. The last thing you wanted to do was to leave and think of the worst, to not be there when he woke up, It scared you, knowing he was unconscious and healing with no one there to hold his hand.

"How about this," Wayne suggest, you looking to him now as he took in a long breath and placed his own hand on your shoulder, "I'll stay here with Eddie for a few hours, then you and I can switch when I go to the plant during the day. It'll give you some time to take a shower and change, get some rest yourself. What do ya say?"

You nodded, thinking that it was fair. Wayne would want to be with his Nephew since he too was concerned about him. As much as you wanted to be there with Eddie and have him to yourself, Wayne needed him more.

It was a compromise that you were wiling to go with.

"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places: but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows, perhaps, the greater..."

You paused, moving to stretch your back from your spot in the stiff chair as you looked up from the book in your lap. Checking your watch, it was only the third hour since your shift in watching over Eddie since Wayne went to work. You promised to call the plant if something did happen, though Wayne reassured you that Eddie was going to be fine, and he felt a bit better that you were there watching over his nephew.

Eddie was still asleep, he's been asleep since you brought him in. He looked rather peaceful in the bed, his matted and nearly damaged clothes and leather jacket was swapped with a hospital gown. The only two things you kept since you knew he would want to hang onto was his jacket and his three metal rings. The rest you could burn and Eddie wouldn't care, plus his Hellfire Club shirt was too torn and damaged to salvage.

Steve and Robin helped take you home so you could shower and change. You had to think of a good alibi with your parents since you rang off with the others from Lucas's house to elapse the cops and stop Vecna. They both were relived that you were okay, mad as hell but relived. You only had a few bumps and bruises from the whole ordeal, nothing too dangerous to worry over or to fret on as you showered. Seeing the blood and dirt go down the drain was almost cathartic for you, the last sign to be seen that it was all over.

Your parents then went off to volunteer at the high school where a shelter was being thrown up for those who lost their homes. You were kind fo glad they had faith in you to let you go again, only because you were legally an adult and they couldn't do a thing any who. So you came back in your car, letting Wayne to go home and get ready for work as you were going to watch over Eddie for a few hours.

Dustin and the other freshman friends of Eddie were going to pop by within the hour, getting you food and some other books to read. But you brought Lord of The Rings, knowing it was Eddie's favorite book to read since reading was more like a chore for him. Not with this novel, his own copy from his trailer that he would always carry with you. It was a small running joke you two shared when you first got together, the worn down book that had so many turned corners and the spin severely bent and used.

You giggled at how he would bust it out to read in the middle of class, or when he would wait for you in his van while you wrapped out your dinner with your parents to go on a date with him. He would even read you some of the passages when you two would be perched in the back fo his van, feet dangling out and parked by Lover's Lake as the sunset came through. He loved reading that book, it was one of his favorite tokens.

"What about I get you a new copy for your birthday?" You asked, seeing the discoloring on the pages and cover art. Eddie grinned and shook his head.

"No way, princess. This was the first copy I ever got from my Uncle for Christmas when I was a kid, I'll keep it until it falls apart in my hands,"

So you were holding the same book, seeing where he circled in certain passages and highlighted words that he would look up later for the meaning. It was insane, most of the book was marked and commented on with his chicken scratch writing. But it was all Eddie, a piece of his heart and his life as you watched his sleeping body for a moment in that hospital bed.

All this time you were thinking back to that moment in the Upside Down, seeing Eddie on the ground with bats biting at him and the blood coming out of his wounds slowly and painfully. You could see the light in his eyes, the same light at you fell in love with and adored from the moment Eddie asked you to be his girlfriend, slowly drifting away and hovering into the dark air. It made you scream out in worry and in fear that he was going to be lost forever, no longer in your life to bring you love and joy. Eddie was always misunderstood by other, especially by his peers who only saw him as a freak or a metalhead. There was more to him than that, you knew it most of all and to see all the sides of Eddie that were gentle and kind felt like a privilege.

A privilege that you almost lost in the Upside Down.

You were too distracted in your thoughts to hear the shuffling in the bed in front of you, a small groan that sounded almost painful and deep within the belly as you were staring down at the window on your right side.

"Don't stop there babe....that's my favorite part,"

The book fell from your lap onto the floor, your head snapping over to the bed and you saw a pair of dark brown eyes looking at you. A small flicker of life was on his cheek, along with a deep bruise and a but on his lower lip, as his hair almost shined under the hospital lights that were blaring the room. But it was his smile, the same smile that was thrown your way when you two first met in your math class that made you gasp out and feel a small tear escaping your eye and roll down your cheek.

"Eddie," you gasped in a croak. This was no dream, no sick twist of the mind and not a mind game from Vecna himself. No, this was real, very real as Eddie's smile lit up the entire room and then same. You ignored the book on the ground, moving swiftly across the small space to hover over Eddie and frame his face gently in you hands. Eddie chuckled, though it sounded more painful than before.

"Edward Munson, don't you dare scare me like that ever again, do you hear me?" You asked in both a croak and in demand. Eddie saw the pain there in your own eyes, his loving orbs poured into yours as he reached out with one hand to touch your cheek. You felt his cool calloused palm against your cheek and you sighed, leaning against the touch and kissing his skin there as you kept your glare on him.

"I'm right here, sweet girl," he hummed to you, you sighed and closed your eyes. It hurt to do that, but it was a relief to know that he was there and alive right in front of you. Touching him, breathing him in, it was more than enough and even to hear his voice brought you home again. You nodded slowly, leaning down to touch his forehead against your own as you both were embracing each other carefully. Almost silently telling each other you were alive and well. You've done this before, when Eddie was riled up on something and ended to be grounded, or when you had a rough patch at home and needed an escape. You both touched foreheads, your own way to tell the other that there was love present and nothing else mattered.

"You were almost dead back there, Eds," You hummed, not being able to stop yourself from sounding so frightened or scared in front of him, "I thought you were really going to die on me and Dustin back there."

"But I didn't, thanks to my gorgeous and badass girlfriend who covered my ass," Eddie hummed to you, having you open your eyes and look at him then. He gave you a loving stare, one he would only give you when he was really in love with you. You weakly smiled, seeing him smile back as he stuck his tender chin out to you, "You saved me back there, sweetheart. I can't thank you enough."

"None of that," you hummed, moving to traced some of his hair with your fingers as you leaned back a bit, "it’s over and done with. I did what I had to--"

Eddie leaned up and kissed you deeply as he framed your jaw in his hands, you loosing your train of thought and your breath as he kissed you from the hospital bed. Whenever you two would kiss, Eddie would give everything in that kiss. He loved kissing you, whether it was on the cheek as you walked to class together or sat together at the movies, or the seeping sensual kisses when you were in bed together wrapped up in the sheets and in each others arms. But this kiss, it was a rare kiss that spot volumes to you as he held it there longer than a regular kiss should be held.

He was telling you be loved you, and he was grateful for you.

Finally, he pulled away, nuzzling your nose for a brief moment before you opened your eyes slowly and in a dizzy way to see him with a new set of light in his cheeks and eyes. Even after nearly dying in the Upside Down, he looked like a new man and a new being. You blinked slowly as he found his voice again.

"You mean more to me than anything," He said in a low tone, sounding so serious, "I heard you...back there in the Upside Down...when I was beating up by those damn bats. I wanted to go to sleep but your voice brought me back...your voice of an angel. If I was on my deathbed again, hearing you would bring me back all over again. I'm a better guy because of you, and I can't think of myself going to the Shire without you on my arm,"

You couldn't help but chuckle from his Lord of The Rings reference. It was another joke with him when it came to that book: claiming that any sense of Heaven was actually “The Shire”. He ever believed in God, nor did you for that matter, but he thought of The Shire in the book as close to Heaven as it should be. The rolling green hills, the constant content weather and the thought of peace was always in his mind on what the afterlife would be, so it called it “The Shire”.

"I would follow you to The Shire anytime, Munson," You vowed to him, seeing the massive grin back on his face as it was you who leaned in to kiss him soundly in his bed. You were no longer going to worry about the past and what could have happened. That notion of going to "The Shire" seemed less of a threat now as you two made out in the hospital room. Being lost in your own world, just like how the world of Lord of The Rings would make Eddie lost every once in awhile. It felt the same way in that moment with him, even when you heard someone coming into the room and a groan.

"Are you kidding me?!" It was Dustin Henderson, "I bring you food and you two are sucking face?!"

Eddie never stopped kissing you, but he flipped Dusitn the bird as you grinned against his lips.

The End.

Tagged: @ftrmrs-ally-keofield @steve-harringtons-slut @botanicalbarnes @a-lumos-in-the-nox @basicrese @virtueassassin @hottpinkpenguin

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[frodo-cinnamonroll]

Until Morning Comes Again

Request/plot: (from @almost-gabrielle) Frodo returns to the Shire and has a lot of nightmares about the quest. His lovely girlfriend, y/n (who was with him during the adventure), helps him calm down and is the only one who can get him to go back to sleep.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: fluff and more fluff

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Two hours. For about two hours you sat in silence, a mug of tea in your hands, listening to the ticking of the clock on the mantle. You hadn’t been able to sleep very much that night since Frodo had been tossing and turning. It had been almost four months since the Quest of the Fellowship of the Ring had ended (and ten since the journey had started) and you, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin had returned to the Shire. At first, it was strange living in peace again, not having anywhere to go. Because of this, you and Frodo often took walks around the Shire together since it didn’t feel right if your feet didn’t venture anywhere after so much walking. Slowly, though, you all were adjusting. You and Frodo lived with Sam and Rosie Gamgee in a cozy hobbit hole not far from Bag End that was just right for the four of you.

Now, you sat in a plushy armchair, facing the low fire you had kindled to brew some tea. You had looked over Frodo’s book that the two of you, with some help from Sam, were finishing. It was part of Bilbo’s book There and Back Again. You were sitting now in the armchair, thinking of some of the events that had taken place during the Quest. You thought of the members of the Fellowship and wondered what they were doing then. How were King Aragorn and Queen Arwen? Had Legolas and Gimli visited Fangorn yet? What was Gandalf up to? You smiled, thinking of them all, wishing you could see them again. Then you thought of Gollum. You shivered. The creature was a horrid one that had guided you, Frodo, and Sam to Mordor. You often had unpleasant dreams where Gollum was sneaking up to Frodo and you tried to warn Frodo of his coming but you couldn’t move or speak. You always woke up in tears when this happened. Occasionally, Shelob would appear in your dreams too, making them even worse. Although you had unpleasant dreams quite often, Frodo had them more so. Almost every five nights to a week he would tell you of an unpleasant dream that troubled him. Since you were more of a lighter sleeper, you usually awoke when he had these.

You glanced at the door to your bedroom which you had left slightly ajar just in case. Every now and then you would hear Frodo moan in his sleep, so you knew this was going to be one of those nights. You were always hesitant and reluctant to wake him, though. You stood now, setting your mug on the small end table between the armchair and the sofa. Softly, you stepped towards the door and peeked in the room. There was just enough light from the fire for you to see inside. Frodo lay on the right side of the bed, his back facing you. You walked around the foot of the bed and knelt in front of Frodo, placing your hand on his right one. You could see his face a little in the moonlight that slipped through the curtains behind you. His face looked troubled and his breath was somewhat rapid. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was mumbling something.

“Frodo,” you whispered, stroking his forehead with the back of your hand. He was sweating.

“No,” Frodo murmured. “No. Don’t.”

“Frodo,” you said again. “Frodo it’s me.”

“Please no,” Frodo said, his voice shaking. “Stay back. Back! Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima!”

“Frodo wake up,” you said, not wanting him to see anymore of whatever nightmare was torturing him. “Frodo.”

“No. No. No!” With a cry Frodo sat up. His eyes were wide and his right hand clutched where the Nazgûl had stabbed him all that time ago. He saw you now and shrank back, fear filling his eyes. A few tears streaked his face.

“Frodo,” you said softly. You stood slowly then sat in front of him, holding his hand again.

The fear left Frodo’s features and he sighed, looking down. “I’m sorry,” he said so weakly it broke your heart. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. You could feel Frodo still trembling. “There is nothing to be sorry for.” You stroked his head and kissed it multiple times.

“I woke you, didn’t I?”

“I was already awake. My mind would not be still once my eyes opened.”

Frodo said nothing and leaned into your embrace. You could feel his pounding heart which was slowly eased as you held each other. You knew Frodo hardly ever fell back asleep right away if he had a nightmare. He usually wanted to stay up a bit and though he always tried to convince you to go to bed, you always refused.

“Are you alright?” you asked at last, looking Frodo over.

“As well as I can be,” Frodo said softly.

“How about some tea? Perhaps that will make you feel a little better.” You stood and Frodo followed without a word, his head hanging. 

You made him sit down on the sofa and grabbed one of Sam’s special herbal teas, chamomile. Sam had said it was good for helping you sleep and had calming properties. You put some new wood in the fire and put some water in a kettle. Frodo watched you, a sadness in his eyes and when you glanced at him, he looked away. When you put the kettle over the fire, you heard Sam and Rosie’s bedroom door open and the two of them walked out hand in hand, drowsy-looking but smiling.

“Up again, aren’t we?” Sam said.

Frodo said nothing, watching the fire as you sat down next to him. Sam and Rosie sat facing the two of you.

“What was it about this time?” you asked. Frodo didn’t answer right away. “It’ll be better if you talk about it.”

Frodo sighed. “It was similar to all the other nights, I guess. I was walking in . . . in Shelob’s lair. She was chasing me, then the Nine appeared and cornered me so she could get at me. I fought her off a bit but my arms were weak and I dropped Sting. I tried to use the Light of Eärendil but it went out. Then I woke up.” Frodo looked at you now. His eyes were watery.

“Oh, Frodo,” you said, rubbing his arm.

The tea kettle started whistling and Sam got up and took care of it. He went to the kitchen and prepared four cups. He came back soon after, and handed one to each of you.

“I put some lavender in, Mr. Frodo,” Sam said. “It should help a bit more.”

Frodo nodded, taking a sip. His hands were still shaking and he had a bit of a hard time with it at first. Finally, he set the cup and saucer down in defeat. You looked at Frodo who glanced at you tearfully. He couldn’t hold the tears back, or didn’t try, and they ran down his face.

“Frodo,” you said gently, sitting down again. “Frodo what is it?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking at all of you with guilt. “I’m sorry I am such a burden. I do not mean to be but I am. None of you have to do a thing for me. Don’t feel like you have to. If I burden you too much please tell me. Just tell me to get out of the way or ignore me or something other if you must. I will make it up to you all  if I can. At least I will try, so please forgive me now.”

“Frodo!” you said, cupping his face in your hands and wiping his tears. “You are not a burden in any way. You are burdened, yes, but you yourself are not a problem.”

“Mr. Frodo,” Sam said, “you have to understand. We don’t dislike you being here, Rosie and I, not in the slightest. And if we did I’d have to  go all the way back to Mount Doom and throw myself in! All of us have some things we have to deal with for the rest of our lives from that journey, but you have got the most. You had it the hardest, Mr. Frodo, if you understand me. You were the bravest, Mr. Frodo, taking the Ring and all. You took the biggest risks and it took the biggest toll on you. You had the worst of it and there ain’t no reason for you to be ashamed of it because you saved the world.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Frodo, I know you doubt yourself, even after the Quest, and it hurts my heart. And maybe you shan’t believe this, but you are the most precious person in the world. I like to call you such, precious, that is, but since Gollum ruined the word, I try not to. But know this, Gollum ruined the word for sure, but you Frodo, you bring it back to its original meaning: wonderful and cherished. And you always shall be. You are what the word really means, and quite beyond it, I dare say.” You smiled now and it seemed as if a weight lifted off Frodo’s shoulders. He looked up at you and smiled.

“Thank you,” he said, through the remainder of his tears, embracing you in one of his wonderful, tight, warm hugs.

Sam and Rosie stood now in silence, smiles on their faces, and gathered the tea cups and kettle.

“Well,” Sam said, his arm around Rosie’s shoulder, “I guess we’ll be going back to bed. Let us know if you need anything. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you and Frodo said.

You and Frodo watched them walk back to their bedroom and close the door. Frodo yawned and rested his head on yours.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” you asked.

“You can go to bed,” Frodo said, stroking your cheek. “You do not have to wait on me.”

“No, I can’t,” you said. “I can’t sleep knowing you are sitting out here awake.”

“But you are tired. I can see it. Go ahead.”

“No. Not without you. You are tired too, you know.”

“Yes,” Frodo said, and his voice grew quieter, “but I . . . I fear what may appear in my dreams again.”

“You don’t need to,” you said. “I do not think you have ever had one after waking up. And if you do, we can walk outside together and look at the stars until morning comes. I just want to be there for you, Frodo. Even if I am losing sleep, I would rather be with you than anywhere else in Middle-earth.”

Frodo smiled and looked down. “Alright then. You win.”

You stood, grabbed a blanket from your room, and covered the both of you in it. You talked a bit and decided to look at the book you were working on in the candlelight. After talking a bit more, you put the book away and were silent. The fire in the living room was still burning well, and you watched it, a gentle smile on your face. So cozy and peaceful it was with Frodo. Just as you had said, there was nowhere else you would rather be.

“I am glad you are here with me always,” Frodo said at last.

You looked at Frodo. “It isn’t because I pity you that I am. It is because I love you for who you are, burdened or no. If I didn’t love you after the Quest, then I didn’t deserve you before it. Not that you are better or worse before or after, but it is different now. It is harder, but that doesn’t mean it is worse. I hope you understand that.”

To your surprise, instead of casting his glance to the fire in wistful memory, Frodo looked at you and grinned. “I do understand it. I always have, in a way. You have always been there when I have needed you. You have always done your best to make me smile and let me know that you love me. I don’t think I have always done the best telling you that I love you more than anything, not as well as you at least.”

“I do not need poetry or fancy words, Frodo, to know that you love me,” you said, “but I love to hear it nonetheless. But enough talk, you are supposed to be asleep right now.”

Frodo pulled the blanket up to his chin and laid his head on your shoulder. He placidly fingered a strand of your hair. Frodo’s left hand lay on your arm, and you took it in your hands, rubbing your thumb over the stub of Frodo’s forefinger where he had lost it. Frodo was never really comfortable with talking about it to anyone other than you, Sam, Merry and Pippin. Sometimes, a curious little kid would ask why he was missing a finger, but Frodo never really answered, and if he did it was vague such as “It was an accident.” Frodo was quite comfortable with you, and sometimes you would call him Frodo of the Nine Fingers as Sam had and he’d smile. You kissed his forehead and closed your eyes, listening to Frodo’s gentle breaths.

“I love you,” Frodo whispered.

“And I love you,” you whispered back.

As you sat there, you watched Frodo and after about twenty minutes or so, his eyes began to grow heavy. Every now and then he would start a little, trying to keep awake, but it wasn’t long before his eyes began to close again. You were running your fingers through his curly hair when his head finally drooped and lay on your chest. You kept as still as possible, so as not to wake him, still holding his hand. Soon, you began to feel sleepy yourself and couldn’t stop yawning. Then your eyes closed and you drifted off in undisturbed rest.

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Sam and Rosie hadn’t really gone to bed all that fast either. Sam couldn’t seem to fall asleep, since he still was a little worried about Frodo, and wondering if Y/N or Frodo would get any sleep at all. Finally, after about an hour, Sam slipped out of bed, and quietly eased his bedroom door open. Peeking out, he could see Y/N and Frodo bundled in a blanket on the couch. The fire was getting low and there was just enough light to see in. Sam tip-toed out of the room and watched them for a minute. Frodo’s head lay on Y/N’s chest, and was rising and falling ever so gently. Y/N was holding Frodo’s hand and some of her hair fell over Frodo’s face. Their faces looked peaceful.

“Two lovebirds if I’ve ever seen one,” Sam whispered, shaking his head and smiling. “Ah, they’re so perfect for each other. That I know.” Then he went back to bed, leaving the two of them in peace until morning came again.

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[friendlyneighborhoodcrow]

A Night To Remember

You know how Sam got pulled into the fellowship by dropping some eaves? Well, imagine that, but my dear reader, you are Bilbo’s gardener and you happen to overhear the most intriguing conversation pertaining to a certain quest for a mountain!

This is the first fic that I have ever posted, I hope you like it! I appreciate comments and reblogs! Also, I nearly named it "Dropping Eaves" haha

Hobbit fem!reader with the last name of Underhill no use of y/n! (I tried to keep it vague but I thought I should add the hobbit’s iconic wavy and curly hair, so boom, you have hobbit hair :>)

Relationships:

All platonic!

Warnings include:

Mention of ale (Like once, I think)

Embarrassment (does that count as a warning? I think it does)

Thorin being moody (what’s new?)

When you decided to stay late to trim Mr. Baggins' hedges, you had not imagined there would be so much activity! The freshly painted door endured an onslaught of abuse as knock after knock sounded through the crisp night air. You had briefly wondered if dear Mr. Bilbo had planned a party and neglected to invite you. But that idea was soon tossed out of your mind as you heard the hobbit in question squawk in indignation as yet another stranger entered his home. You could practically picture it! His face would be flushed and exasperated and how he would stomp his feet as hobbit after hobbit entered through the round door- no that wasn’t quite right, Bilbo’s unexpected company did not seem to be shire-folk.

You quickly moved from your spot next to a lovely bush of flowers to a shaded alcove near a window which was open just a crack. Carefully you moved to peer inside but stilled as you realized you were about to invade the privacy of your employer. You could never do such a thing, as you considered yourself a respectable hobbit! But as Bilbo raised his voice once more, you heard yourself mutter oh, bother! And nimbly moved to look through the pane of glass.

Inside was at first, as you expected, warm and filled with the comforts of home, but the longer you looked the more confused you became. It seemed Mr. Baggins' house had been invaded by a group of bearded folk! They were taller than Bilbo but not near tall enough to be human. Dwarves then, you resolved but paused to wonder what dwarves were doing in the small corner of the world you called home. As you pondered, you saw a tall man who was most definitely not a dwarf, nor a hobbit, hunched over in the hall next to Bilbo. With his back facing you, you could not tell who he was. Perhaps they had come to rob Mr. Bilbo of all his earthly possessions! The thought did not seem entirely implausible as you watched the dwarves carry chairs, silverware, dishes and what seemed to be the tea cakes you had baked for Bilbo!

But luckily for Bilbo, you thought, it did not seem that they would run off with his belongings but instead set the table farther down the hall. You struggled to see them but you found no trouble in hearing the merry gathering as they shouted happily and exchanged mugs of Ale. To put it mildly, it fascinated you! Whenever Bilbo let you use his library, you jumped towards his books and ledgers filled with stories of far-off places and beings. You dreamed of exploring the woods and meeting all manner of creatures, but never did you think you would realize that dream, let alone in the Shire! The most brilliant of smiles was painted upon your face as you watched Bilbo and his guests, suddenly wishing you could join in on the merry-making. However, you would settle for being a fly on the wall.

As the evening continued, you could not pull yourself away from the small window, never before had you seen Bilbo in such an uproar, only to be dismissed as his guests began to sing the most lively of tunes! You balled your hands into the fabric of your gardening apron to keep them from clapping along to the beat of the song, which centred on the displeasure of Bilbo. Oh, how you could live in this moment forever! As the song came to a close, there was a pounding on the door that caused you to startle and fall back into a freshly-weeded flower bed.

You scrambled back to your place in the alcove as you heard the door open. Pressing yourself close to the outside of Bagend, you listened. A deep voice sounded, though you could not clearly hear him. As the voices moved through the house, you began to worry that you may be spotted. Quickly, you ducked low but as you lowered yourself below the window, you could have sworn a tall man in grey looked your way.

Inside the warm house, the dwarves gathered close to their leader and the party shuffled back to the table that had been cleaned off moments before. Gandalf however, had his sharp eyes focused on a window where a flash of curled hair moved downwards. With a deep hum, he turned back to the dwarves and one poor hobbit as they began their discussion.

After Gandalf had pressed the fact that a hobbit would be the perfect choice for a burglar, he excused himself to allow the dwarves to ruminate over his words. He moved through the house with relative ease, considering his size, and stayed close to the shadowed corners to avoid being seen by any possible interloper. Oh so silently, he made his way to the front door of Bagend and opened it slowly, avoiding any creaks and cracks. The grey wizard found himself rather relieved that Bilbo’s freshly painted door had also been oiled to move smoothly upon its hinges.

Meanwhile, you sat listening to the dwarves and Bilbo. The man who you now understood to be Gandalf the Grey, slipped by your watch as your eyes lit with thoughts of their noble quest to Erebor. How wonderful it sounded! Never had you felt so truly close to your favourite books and tales as you did now. Picturing yourself upon a steed, riding towards a lonesome mountain, fighting a great dragon and coming home filled with stories to share caused you to miss as a shadow grew behind you.

“And what do you think you are doing out here young Miss?” A looming voice questioned.

With a squeak, you fell away from the window and quickly turned to stare up at the wizard who stood so close to you. Panic set in as you failed to come up with an answer, and your eyes darted about only to land on your sheers which you had dropped on the ground earlier.

“I was trimming the hedges!” you blurted. Lying had never been your strongest skill but you were proficient enough to get yourself out of sticky situations. But when caught red-handed by an imposing wizard, all skill left you and you were left stuttering and grasping for a reply.

“A little late to be trimming the verge isn’t it?” he calmly rebutted.

“Well, I- well you see-” you began but were promptly cut off as Gandalf chuckled at your expense.

“My dear, it is plain to see that you were eavesdropping, but it is also very clear that your stealth is unmatched, for even I did not notice you for quite some time.”

You felt your face grow hot under his scrutinizing yet kind gaze. You couldn't quite tell if he was trying to compliment you or incriminate you further. When you played hide and seeking games with your neighbour's children you could go oh so long without being found! But in this case, you found yourself feeling rather deviant and ashamed. As Gandalf looked upon your face, it seemed he could see your thought pattern and stated in a soft voice “It was a good skill to have,” and added to the end, “Now, I think you should come inside and meet the others.” A mischievous smile crept onto his face as you swallowed.

Walking inside the familiar dwelling your feet dragged somewhat behind Gandalf’s steps but as you heard the voices of the dwarves you couldn’t help but perk up at the thought of speaking with them. Gandalf guided you to where they all sat and one by one, they turned to look at you with expressions of curiosity, mirth, and annoyance. Whether you were ready for your fantasies to come true or not it was time to face the beings you oft dreamt of meeting.

“Gandalf, who might this young lass be?” A dwarf with the strange hat said while staring at you, his eyes a warm brown that twinkled in the low light of the room.

“This, Master Bofur,” Gandalf began, “is Miss Underhill, Master Bilbo’s gardener I believe.”

Before Gandalf could continue, a dwarf with a refined air stood and questioned in the same deep voice you heard from the door, “And what exactly is she doing here?”

“Well, I-” Gandalf began but was once more interpreted as Bilbo walked back into the hall. He locked eyes with you, and they blew wide as he took in your slightly dishevelled appearance, for you were sure that you had grass stains and dirt upon your clothing from the day and evening happenings.

“Why, Miss Underhill, what on earth are you doing here at this hour?” he said, exasperation clear upon his face and in his voice. It was strange to hear your last name from him as you had grown quite close throughout your employment at Bagend. You reasoned all the shock of the evening had rattled him quite thoroughly already, and that your appearance did not help in the slightest. Looking back over to Gandalf, he looked rather annoyed to be interrupted but turned to you once more with a glint behind his eye that could only mean trouble.

“You see Master dwarf and hobbit, this young lady was trimming the hedge,” said with a pointed look at you, “when she overheard what was meant for our ears alone.”

“So she knows of our quest?” A young dwarf spoke up, your eyes flitted over to him and saw that his beard was little more than scruff. He must be quite young then, you thought.

“Yes Master Kili, she does know of our quest to the Lonely Mountain, and I believe that she would make a most splendid addition to the company.” Gandalf finished.

In an instant, the room was filled with voices disagreeing with each other. It seemed they grew louder and louder, and even Bilbo had joined in to protest the both of you attending such a venture. As the bickering continued, you looked about the room to see many disgruntled faces and you could only imagine your look of shock at the prospect of joining their quest to take back their home.

“Enough!” The dwarven leader roared and the room quickly fell quiet. “Gandalf, first, you propose that an unqualified burglar join us,” He began with a cadence of resentment, “And then you bring a gardener into our meeting without warning and demand she be added to our company!”

“Aye, the wild is no place for gentle-folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” A large dwarf with a tattooed head spoke up, and you found yourself suddenly defensive of both your livelihood and your ability to handle yourself outside of your home.

“As I have said.” Gandalf stated sternly, “Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet and our interloper,” he gestured to you, “seems to have quite the gift for stealth as she has been here for longer than all of us.”

All eyes turned to you and you once again grew warm under the stare of so many beings. You opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come out, you closed your eyes for a moment and took a breath. Opening them once more, your eyes drifted to Bilbo who looked entirely perplexed.

“Well, I- You see I- I was staying late to finish cutting down some of the hedges and tend to the magnolia bush, you see, I’m sure it will bloom soon and- and-” you trailed off.

“And?” An old dwarf with a snow-white beard raised an eyebrow as he cued you to continue. You swallowed and gathered yourself once more, now determined to make a better impression than a stealthy interloper, as Gandalf had so kindly put it.

“I was finishing my work when all of you started to arrive and I was simply fascinated as I have never seen any dwarves before. To state it simply, my curiosity got the better of me, I hope you’ll forgive me.” You looked down as you finished, afraid of how the party would look at you or what they would say. There was a weighty silence that prevented you from moving a centimetre.

“Well, I must say that it’s rather impressive not even Kili and I had noticed you!” A voice exclaimed in a cheery tone, you slowly raised your eyes to see a dwarf with golden hair smiling at you, and you found a small smile creeping onto your own face.

“Aye, and I assure you, we are quite keen!” The young dwarf who must have been Kili replied. At this, you started to feel a sense of hope that you would not be cast out but rather, welcomed into the group, however, your thoughts were interpreted as the leader of the dwarves looked your way and spoke.

“Regardless of any petty skill, I fail to see the claim you have to join us in our quest. Furthermore, why should I allow another addition to the company?” He said, not quite as a question but as a statement. You found yourself suddenly annoyed, had you given reason for him to question your integrity?

“Well, I find it rather insulting that you would write me off without a second thought. Furthermore,” you began mimicking his words, “from what I gather, Mr. Bilbo is yet to agree to join, leaving you a burglar short!”

“Lass, are you sure you would want to take on such a burdensome quest?” The old dwarf with snow-white hair spoke up, “Not to mention the many dangers that lay ahead.”

Before you could reply, you looked to Bilbo, who was visibly pale and faint. Cautiously, you asked him if he was quite alright and to your surprise, he laughed.

“You can’t possibly be entertaining this! To think, you and me gallivanting across the world!” Poor Bilbo seemed frantic and before you could think through your reply you uttered to Mr. Baggins horror that you were considering joining. Bilbo threw up his hands and began to walk toward his sitting room, and Gandalf took the silent moment as his cue to speak up.

“Well, I think that settles it. Balin, will you fetch the contract?” Gandalf smiled down at you, and you couldn't help but return the gesture, the old dwarf, known as Balin looked over to their leader and he gave a small and reluctant nod. As a lengthy piece of paper was passed over to you, you began reading. You would never admit it, but you skimmed most of the contract looking for the place where you would leave your signature. With a smile, you accepted a quill from Gandalf and cemented your place in the company.

Balin took the contract back and after looking it over, turned to you and said “Well, Miss Underhill, I formally welcome you to the company of Thorin Oakansheild.”

There was a round of cheers, and you shook hands with most of the dwarves in the room. Your eyes, however, looked towards the sitting room where Bilbo had retreated to. Gandalf seemed to follow your line of sight and hunched down to whisper to you that Balin possessed an extra copy of the contract and that you may yet travel with Mr. Baggins.

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion you turned to face Gandalf and thanked him, for this was truly a night to remember.

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[friendofgeorgeharrison]

"I feel torn in two, as you might say.’

‘I see,’ said Frodo: ‘you want to get married, and yet you want to live with me in Bag End too? But my dear Sam, how easy! Get married as soon as you can, and then move in with Rosie. There’s room enough in Bag End for as big a family as you could wish for.’"

"And if Sam thought himself lucky, Frodo knew that he was more lucky himself; for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked after with such care."

"The first of Sam and Rosie’s children was born on the twenty-fifth of March, a date that Sam noted.

‘Well, Mr. Frodo,’ he said. ‘I’m in a bit of a fix. Rose and me had settled to call him Frodo, with your leave"

"‘I wish I could go all the way with you to Rivendell, Mr.

Frodo, and see Mr. Bilbo,’ said Sam. ‘And yet the only place I really want to be in is here. I am that torn in two.’

‘Poor Sam! It will feel like that, I am afraid,’ said Frodo. ‘But you will be healed. You were meant to be solid and whole, and you will be.’"

"‘Where are you going, Master?’ cried Sam, though at last he understood what was happening.

‘To the Havens, Sam,’ said Frodo.

‘And I can’t come.’

‘No, Sam. Not yet anyway, not further than the Havens.

Though you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.’

‘But,’ said Sam, and tears started in his eyes, ‘I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.’

‘So I thought too, once. But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. And also you have Rose, and Elanor; and Frodo-lad will come, and Rosie-lass, and Merry, and Goldilocks, and Pippin; and perhaps more that I cannot see. Your hands and your wits will be needed everywhere. You will be the Mayor, of course, as long as you want to be, and the most famous gardener in history; and you will read things out of the Red Book, and keep alive the memory of the age that is gone, so that people will remember the Great Danger and so love their beloved land all the more. And that will keep you as busy and as happy as anyone can be, as long as your part of the Story goes on.

‘Come now, ride with me!’"

The Return of the King, Book 6, Chapter 9, The Grey Havens, J.R.R. Tolkien

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[wordbunch]

better company (Sam x reader)

a/n: whoever requested a jealous/angry Sam.. I salute you! I had lots of fun while writing this, and I hopeee it lived up to your expectations and wishes 😁 let me know how you liked it, and consider reblogging if you enjoyed it, so more people can see it! 💖 sending love ✨

summary: drama happens at Bilbo's birthday party 👀

The most awaited party of the year - Bilbo Baggins’ 111th birthday - was happening at last! Along with any other respected hobbit in the Shire, you were, of course, invited, wearing your best clothes and ready for a night of dancing, drinking, listening to stories and legends and, hopefully, watching Gandalf’s magical fireworks. The night was warm and there was a sense of magic in the air, with everyone in a joyful mood it seemed that anything could happen. And many memorable things did, indeed, happen, but one of them you weren’t expecting in the least (but maybe, you had been hoping for such an outcome, in the deepest corners of your heart).

The atmosphere was positively chaotic, especially after everyone had a couple of drinks - the music was getting louder, the dancing was becoming more passionate (albeit a bit less coordinated), some couples already started disappearing behind trees to share kisses in secret, but you were growing a bit too tired to join in, instead opting for watching from the sidelines for a little while. The more you watched, the more entertained you were, but every now and then your eyes would wander towards a certain curly gardener with rosy cheeks who was sitting not too far away from you, seemingly busy with a pint of ale as a dark-haired hobbit, whom you recognized to be Bilbo’s nephew, went on talking to him about something. You were unsure whether it was the merry atmosphere and the heat getting to your head, but you could swear he smiled a couple times when your eyes met. Touching a hand to your cheek, you sheepishly noticed that it seemed a bit warmer than usual. Your little moment was interrupted when two, obviously already tipsy, hobbits you didn’t even know came up to you, talking over each other and interrupting one another loudly.

“Why is a pretty lady like yourself-”

“You want some company-”

“Sitting here all alone?”

“To go dancing with?”

You looked back and forth between the two in mild shock, wondering whether you’d looked bored and lonely - you certainly weren’t feeling like that.

“I would prefer to just stay here, thank you,” you awkwardly laughed, fidgeting with the hems of your sleeves.

“C’mon, not even one dance?” one of them inquired again.

“I’m alright this way,” you shrugged, starting to feel uneasy. As if on instinct, your eyes searched for Sam, the friendly face that had been sitting nearest to you just a few moments ago, but to your disappointment you didn’t see him in his spot anymore. One of the hobbits that have been pestering you audaciously reached for your hand, and you were just about to yell in annoyance, when he was slightly pulled back from behind, and then his friend took a step back too. To your great delight and relief, you spotted a head of honey blond curly hair behind the two that harassed you - Samwise Gamgee was the hero of your evening.

“I think she told you that she didn’t want to go dancing,” you heard him saying with an unusually stern edge to his soft voice. “I don’t understand how I could hear her from further away, yet you didn’t notice her rejecting you to your face.”

Your mouth opened slightly in a mix of surprise and amusement, but you quickly covered it and blushed. Many other party attendees were certainly watching the scene now, and you didn’t want to make it even more awkward by showing your crush so openly.

The hobbit that Sam was dealing with muttered something and then scurried away together with his friend, leaving a frowning Sam with a clenched fist. “Yeah, you’d better go now.” His lips were pressed in a thin line, and his eyebrows were in a deep frown, and you swore he looked like he was ready to fight anyone at that moment. You couldn’t really believe your eyes, but that night had already proved crazy and unpredictable. 

“He didn’t bother you too long, did he?” Sam’s eyes finally landed on you and his facial expression immediately softened, having looked you up and down and seeing that you were unharmed. 

“He’d barely just started when you saved me,” you waved a hand dismissively with a little smile spreading on your face, “but I appreciate it regardless.”

“‘twas the least I could do. Anyone would have done the same in my position, probably.” Sam met your eyes for a moment and then looked down, suddenly shy again, and he cautiously sat down on the bench next to you.

“But nobody else did anything,” you nudged him softly, making him look up and smile. “You were my hero tonight.”

“That’s too big of a word to use, Miss [Y/N],” he smiled a bit.

“Just [Y/N] is perfectly alright,” you reassured him with a brief squeeze on his arm. “I believe I owe you a drink, for your kindness.” You started to get up, but he gently pulled you down and you fought the urge to grin like a fool. In your peripheral vision you noticed Frodo sitting and watching everything play out with the expression of utter delight and amusement painted on his features.

“No need, but thank you anyway,” Sam explained when your attention fell back on him. “I’ve had quite enough for tonight, but I was hoping that-” he started and fell silent, one hand going to rub the back of his head as you eyed him curiously.

“I was hoping to sit with you for a little bit but, um, those two,” he gestured quickly with his head in the direction in which he imagined the two annoying hobbits had gone after his intervention, “surely bothered you enough, and you wish to be left in peace.” He finished the sentence quickly, with almost a questioning tone, daring to hope a little bit that he was wrong, and that you’d rather spend the rest of the party with him, instead of by yourself. And his hope wasn’t for nothing - he immediately noticed how your lips widened in a warm, genuine smile, and how your eyes seemed to sparkle.

“Actually, I would love to spend some time with you,” you confessed enthusiastically, making Sam almost fall off the bench in surprise. “By far, you are a more pleasant company than they could ever hope to be.”

Sam was speechless. Half the night Frodo was encouraging him to go up to you and talk, having noticed the lovesick glances the two of you had exchanged, but at last, fate had orchestrated a moment in which he could seize your attention. 

“W-would you maybe like to share a dance?” he wondered quietly, having gathered the courage to look you fully in the eyes (he thought about how they were glowing brighter than all of the party lights and fireworks combined)  and even take your hand in his. 

“I’d love nothing more.”

And off you went, hearing Frodo cheering loudly behind you, to spin around wildly to some happy tune. It was a long awaited party, and a very memorable one, indeed.

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A reflection about the One Ring and why Bilbo, Sam and Frodo were amazing characters!

One of the defenses itself of the One Ring of Power was keeping the bearer become attached to it (I've always understood this as if it were an addiction, something that the person knows is bad for him, but it's very difficult to abandon). So far explains that it is VERY difficult to give up the Ring, but not impossible (it depends on the willpower and heart/nature of the bearer, and just remembering that Gandalf and Galadriel were also afraid of what they could do if they obtained it, shows that not only nature of the ring perverts peoples, it 'plays' with the will to power each person craves).

Hobbits don't have many ambitions, so they are less prone to manipulation by the One Ring. Then Gandalf tells Frodo that Gollum/Smeagol both loved and hated the Ring, he might be a Hobbit, his ambitions were not great, but Gollum's little ambition was fatal to him. He took a life just for the ambition of having the One, he no longer shows great inner strength.

Bilbo however, when acquiring the ring, just wanted to be able to leave the tunnel alive (that was his maximum ambition at that moment and that's it), even later he does not use the ring for great ambitions because his ambition is to return home and stay in his hole and after he wants: "lived happily ever after to the end of his days" (I love this Hobbit❤). Bilbo have an almost utopian ambition, worthy of a silly fairy tale.

Bilbo, despite having spent a long time with the item, knew that it was corrupting him and with the help of Gandalf managed to relinquish the Item.

I believe that when Bilbo realized that the Item was even instigating him to attack anyone who tried to take the Ring from him, and with Gandalf's voice and frightening power against him, Bilbo realized how bad the Ring was making him act and so he managed to hear Gandalf and leave the Ring.

Even because Bilbo already felt that the Ring was doing him harm, and understand: Bilbo willingness to leave it was greater than his need/ambition to have it. Which is already an incredible feat by Bilbo, who had been with the One for decades.

Gandalf also says that Bilbo's first act with the Ring was to spare a life (Gollum/Smeagol), while Gollum himself took a life in his first moments with the Ring. This already shows the strength of each one's ambitions and where such ambitions lead them.

Bilbo warns Frodo, in the letter, to leave the ring attached to the chain because the ring tends to change shape, sometimes becoming too thin or too wide and falling off. This is the ring not finding wearer useful and trying to leave him. Bilbo, a hobbit with fairy-tale ambitions, is not suited to the Ring nefarious desires.

The nature of the person with the Ring also counts in the form of resilience against its evil force, as much as the strength of the holder's ambitions. Even if at first the person says that will use the ring for "good ambitions". It is clear that even a good soul in possession of the ring, with great ambitions, can be led to corruption by it.

Bilbo is proof, he didn't have big ambitions, and yet the ring was changing him as much as it could (made Bilbo a liar and prone to pranks where only he laughs. But only. Bilbo adopted Frodo taking him to reside in Bag End, while Gollum became slinky mad and prone to violence after getting the ring. Bilbo held large and lively parties, with much food and entertainment for all the Shire, giving gifts to all. He was also liberal with money and helped those in need. And although he grumbled peevishly at those who gossiped negatively about him, as well as self-serving relatives, Bilbo NEVER wished harm on anyone. Bilbo kept himself well, he was an unfit wielder of the Evil Ring).

But if not even the least ambitious souls could withstand the ring over time, let alone the most prominent beings.

When Gandalf warns Frodo about what the Ring is, about how he was harming Bilbo (and I found Frodo's concern for Bilbo cute, Frodo was concerned for Bilbo's well-being and wanted to know if Bilbo was still at risk since he had possessed the evil ring for so long, and after how Gandalf says that Bilbo didn't know what that ring was because if he had known he would never have left something evil as a burden to Frodo,Bilbo would not have been able to entrust the ring to Frodo if he had known what it was, for he worried with Frodo well-being). (...)

well, the wizard says that Gollum both loved and hated the Ring, to which Frodo mutters about why then Gollum did not destroy the One Ring, Gandalf informs him that it cannot be destroyed in the ordinary way. He also tells us that it's one thing to give up the ring, it's another to try to destroy it!

Gandalf even instigates Frodo to throw the Ring into the fireplace, but Frodo cannot and puts it in his pocket. Already a foreshadowing that no one can really destroy the ring by free will, at that moment Frodo thought that throwing the ring there would destroy it and so was not able, the ring protects itself.

It's not Frodo's fault, it's as if the Ring is a sentient being and has a sense of preservation, compelling the wielder not to harm the item.

I was more worried about Frodo wishing Bilbo had killed Gollum. And anyway, later Frodo's lack of empathy towards Gollum changes after he really realizes what a burden the Ring is, he then understands Gollum afterwards. People judge Frodo, but his approach to Gollum at a given moment in the narrative makes sense because he starts to understand him.

Returning to the question, Bilbo did not do horrible things in possession of the One Ring, and even spared a life as soon as he acquired the Item, then gave up the Ring after decades, because he was a simple hobbit with children's fairy tale ambitions (a fact in itself only that already shows the strength he needed to carry out such acts, a lot of willpower even though he was ensnared by the evil of the ring, he had a good heart).

And Sam! Sam only had the Ring for a very short period of time, and anyway his heart was also good enough to return the Ring to Frodo, after all Sam's ambition at that point was to help Frodo, only. Sam was also a Hobbit who had ambition to simple things of live and loyalty, only.

Including, it is precisely because of the simplicity that Tolkien himself claims to have a preference for Sam and Bilbo, where Frodo is more than simple, he is notorious.

p.s: read "simple" not as something banal, but as rare people who cherish and value the simple things in life rather than of anything else. It is so rare, there was no one like Bilbo and Sam before to leave the Ring of their own accord. So understand "simple" as rare here. And Frodo being remarkable makes him important.

I believe that Frodo would be able to give up the Ring too if he had to, as did Sam and Bilbo. Because abdicating it is one thing, trying to destroy it is more difficult.

Trying to destroy it requires much more.

And even Frodo already shows that he couldn't do that already in chapter 2 of Fellowship of the Ring. And that doesn't make him any less. After all, I love Frodo's resistance and resilience in the mission. He did everything he could, gave it his all, the way he was able. Although some argue against it, Frodo was the only person truly capable of carrying out the task given to him (no one else could: that's why Frodo is more than simple, he's notable).

if just giving up the ring was something unfeasible for most of Middle-earth, and if that already makes Bilbo and Sam memorable characters just for being able to accomplish such a feat (especially Bilbo, decades with the ring), think about how SPECIAL is someone who not only deign to relinquish it, as much as set out to destroy it? Even if it destroys himself in the process! Frodo is special for simply trying to destroy something that does everything to not be harmed.

Understand that I'm not trying to diminish Frodo, nor Bilbo and Sam (because they are my favorite Hobbits, and anyone who knows me knows that I love Bilbo).

Bilbo and Sam wanted an adventure, both were up for the journey, both wanted to see Elves, and both ended up getting into bigger things than themselves. Frodo didn't want an adventure, and yet he found himself on a suicidal journey which he went on. Okay, where Bilbo and Sam are proactive, Frodo is a reactive character. But where Bilbo and Sam's proactivity takes them on a journey with greater consequences than they could have imagined, Frodo's reactivity makes him understand the weight of the situations involved in his sacrificial journey because he understood the burden better than anyone else (That's why Sam seems ingenuous in accompanying Frodo, much as Bilbo seemed ingenuous when he proposed to go and destroy the ring himself: Sam and Bilbo don't fully understand what is being required on that journey when carrying the ring to destruction).

Taking the ring to destruction takes more than some might think. It is not a mere item to be carried and discarded. It is something that will try to consume you, destroy you, your mind and your willingness to do so, and therefore it is a journey that demands sacrifice. The sacrifice is not in destroying it, but in carrying it to destruction.

What I mean is, in short, I agree that Bilbo and Sam have given up the Ring, and that requires:

1) a lot of willpower

2) low ambitions

3) good heart

True! Gollum never managed to leave the Ring because he lacked something in this triad for him, nor did anyone before him too, as far as I remember, and this shows the giant heart and simplicity of Bilbo and Sam.

But relinquishing to Item is different from trying to destroy the item. Frodo is also an excellent character, but his function was more than to give up that thing.

And I believe that both the end of The Hobbit book and the "chapter 2" of Fellowship of the Ring already establish that concerning the finding and destruction of the Ring: that is in the hands of something bigger (it was no People/character business destroyed the ring, that Gollum had destroyed himself with the ring was the work, not of any character's will, but of providence).

From this line in The Hobbit, "You don't really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, just for your sole benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!"

Gandalf is informing that Bilbo's "luck" wasn't really that. As Well, Gollum finding the ring, that it reached Bilbo, Bilbo sparing gollum's life, Bilbo passed the Ring on to Frodo, that Sam kept loyal to Frodo, and that Gollum accidentally destroyed The Ring in the end when disputing its possession, can be seen as fate for some, and divine providence for others.

The hobbits were least suited to the task of bringing the Ring to destruction, but notice how ALL involved were capacitate to do so. (it is the triumph of good over evil, in an implicit way. The ways of evil were made void by being enmeshed in a greater chain of events which culminated in the end of the Ring. And it was not "chance" or "luck", as Gandalf well warns us).

Each character there ended up playing the role he had to play. Who they were, their journeys and their choices throughout was important too, but not just that! (each character gave what they could, and this builds on the chain of events that says that no matter how much evil tries to twist the song, the sound will never go beyond of what is allowed).

The hobbits, each in their own way, were important to the chain of events. but they were also just little hobbits (and that may contain redundancy) in a very big world.

Personality-wise, Frodo is more introverted, Bilbo is ambiverted, and Sam is charismatic. Their personalities don't make them any less (love a character more than another varies according to the personality that each fan values more in a character. It has nothing to do comparing each other's journey or accomplishments when discussing personality only).

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[smalltownfae]

My Top 10 Favourite Fantasy Series

I just saw a top 10 fantasy series video that upset me so I am sharing my own (current) top fantasy series. Since it’s about series as a whole I am taking that into consideration instead of ratings for individual books. I am aware that this is really petty. I am counting series that aren’t finished but I read all the books that came out so far too. Also, some of the placements surprised even myself, but stay with me.

Some extras about fantasy series I want to read/continue at the end.

1. Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb

I doubt this will ever change. I read this series for the first time in 2018/2019 and I already reread most of the books in such a short period of time. I also didn’t have an obsession hit me this hard ever since I was a teen. It is very rare for me to get to these levels (thankfully to my poor irl friends that had no idea what I was talking about at the high of my obsession with this). Now, it is in normal levels of loving a series but at the time I even created another tumblr blog in order not to bother my followers because I swear this series was all I posted about. The writing is beautiful, the plot is very emotional and the characters are the most realistic I have ever seen in fiction. There are some things I hate about this series, but also many things I love and those are in greater quantity. Funnily enough this series sort of saved me because at the time I was having some suicidal thoughts but wanting to know where these characters ended kept me going and eventually I got better. Who says fiction doesn’t save lives? This is the most personal series to me and I doubt any other will ever make me feel the same way. As sad as it can be at times, it also makes me laugh a lot and the quiet talks between the characters by the fire give me a comforting feeling like no other.

2.  Discworld by Terry Pratchett

I might not have read all the books in this series. Not even close. But I read at least 10 of them so I am counting it! Since most of the books can be read as standalones anyway I feel like I am in my right. This series wouldn’t be this high if it wasn’t for Reaper Man, Hogfather, Men at Arms, Feet of Clay and the Witches series. I started with The Color of Magic and enjoyed quite a bit, which seems to be an unpopular opinion. However, that can’t compare with the later books and I see that now. The characters are very cartoon-like, but can be surprisingly deep at times and I love how Pratchett explores very real difficult themes through humour and imagination.

3. Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien

The one that is in most lists of this kind. The OG! I must say I am not the biggest fan of the Hobbit and I haven’t read the Silmarillion yet, but besides this trilogy (or one big book, whatever) I have read his essay on Fairy stories and the short Leaf by Niggle and damn me if the man couldn’t write. I know a lot of people struggle with his style, but this exactly the kind of beautiful evocative writing that I like and wish more authors would do. The big themes of Lord of the Rings are heart warming and there is still no place I would rather be but the Shire. I really like the characters too even if I have read the books a long time ago and ever since I have heard people say they aren’t the most complex. I remember the nature descriptions most of all and how Tolkien could be surprisingly funny at times. So, yeah, this warms my heart and I definitly need to give the Silmarillion a try someday. But, please do not talk to me about the world building. That is not the reason why I love this, but it seems to be a big one for most fans.

4. Pandora Hearts by Jun Mochizuki

I trusted two online friends and bought the beautiful box set for this series without having read it and I think the experience of reading it and having such a beautiful thing in my possession helped my enjoyment of this. Mochizuki’s style is very beautiful (and it was only improved in Vanitas), I really like her character and the plot - even though I saw some of the things coming - it’s magnificent. It builds slowly but it’s really worth it. The main character, Oz, appears to be the typical dumb shonen protagonist but very quickly the reader can see he is smarter than he lets on. I never saw a main character like Oz in other shonen manga. There are many characters I could praise and some I am upset about, like Alice. I feel like she could have had so much more development and it’s a bit sad that she didn’t. This series made me laugh, made me gasp and made me tear up, like all series should do to be honest.

5. The First Law by Joe Abercrombie

The reason this is in number 5 is because this man likes war and battle scenes too much. Those are not my favourite things. Still, I find First Law bleak but, most of all, funny. Abercrombie crafted some of my favourite characters like Savine, Jezal, Vick, etc. I have beef with many people in this fandom that doesn’t appreciate my favouries and only talks about the action scenes, but I guess that is the way it is when you get into a series loved by mostly men. I might have my criticisms of the books but Abercrombie knows how to wrap up the themes of his books. It all feels right for the kind of project he has. This series loses points, however, for not bringing me any comfort. The landscapes are mostly empty and I like my nature and quiet moments that are lacking in this.

6.  The Poppy War trilogy by R.F. Kuang

We could have had it all, but you had to write two books with added characters I didn’t care about and make the ones I cared about feel stale. The first book in this trilogy is still my favourite. Even though it has flaws I don’t think they are as many (and don’t bother me as much) as the flaws in the two books that follow. The first book was the only one to make me cry and I felt so much for Rin, who had a big character development that stabilized at the end of that book for the most part. This book had some shonen moments, it was funny at times and even a little bit gay. It was great. Then, the second book was a little less great and the third was just disappointing. I know Kuang was just following real historical events, but I still think it could have been done better and that some characters that lasted so little time were unecessary.

7.  The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander

In general, this is a 4 star series to me. However, I feel so cozy and nostalgic everytime I read it. I didn’t even read this as a kid, I am in my 30s, but the plot and characters are very familiar to me and remind me of similar stories from my childhood. For that, I have to put it in my favourites for now. This is another series that wraps up so well thematically that I love it as a whole. It’s the coming of age of coming of ages and even though Taran is the protagonist, all the other characters are also interesting and fun to follow. I have some complains about it (mostly about Gurgi’s reverence towards Taran), but I still like it a lot. Doli of the fair folk is the best character, followed by Eilonwy.

8.  Greenhollow Duology by Emily Tesh

I didn’t think this will be in my top, but here we are. These short novellas are just so cozy, especially the first one. The nature, the kind giant man, the badass mother, the mischievous fae... it’s all such good vibes. The perfect ones for my tastes. 

9.  Gentleman Bastards by Scott Lynch

Unfinished and I really dislike the second half of the second book, but I love Sabetha, Jean and Locke. Locke could be such an annoying character if he didn’t got kicked in the ass so much. I like that he has that know-it-all attitude but things never go his way in the end. I like my characters to be flawed. Pretty fun and interesting series that I wish would be continued and finished, but I am glad I have two and half books I really like.

10.  Sevenwaters by Juliet Marillier

Another series of ups and downs. I still have the last 2 books to read, but I finished the original trilogy. I absolutely despise the second book in this series and that main character annoys me to no end. The fourth book also made me really mad. However, I love the first book and really liked the third. I even liked the romance in the third, which is a rarity for me with this author. Why must people with this talent for writing so beautifully use it to write crap? I swear Marillier has one of the most beautiful and evocative styles but then some of the character’s moral values do not align with me at all. Thank you for the side gay character reveal in the later books though. I wish that was explored, but I understand that we are just doing heterosexual romances here. This, like the one that came before, will probably not stay in my top as I read more series that I like better, but it’s here for now.

Series I want to continue:

Graceling Realm by Kristin Cashore (read 1 book)

Malazan: Book of the Fallen by Steven Erikson (read 1 book)

Chocolat series by Joanne Harris (read 2 books)

The Broken Earth trilogy by N.K. Jemisin (read 2 books)

Riverside by Ellen Kushner (read 1 book)

Earthsea Cycle by Ursula K. Le Guin (read 2 books)

Chronicles of Tornor by Elizabeth A. Lynn (read 1 book)

A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin (read 1 book)

Pern series by Anne McCaffrey (read the first book in the Harper Hall)

Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C. Wrede (read 1 book)

The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper (read 1 book)

Series I want to start:

Westmark by Lloyd Alexander

Regency Faerie Tales by Olivia Atwater

The Councillor by E.J. Beaton

World of the Five Gods by Lois McMaster Bujold

Kushiel's Legacy by Jacqueline Carey

Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger

Sorcerer Royal by Zen Cho

Winds of the Forelands by David B.Coe

Tales of the High Court by Megan Derr

Chronicles of Ghadid by K.A. Doore

The Hythrun Chronicles by Jennifer Fallon

Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling

Lays of the Hearth-Fire by Victoria Goddard

The Light of the World trilogy by Nicola Griffith

Poison Wars by Sam Hawke

Fred, the Vampire Accountant by Drew Hayes

Tales of the Otori by Lian Hearn

Soldier Son by Robin Hobb

Quarters series by Tanya Huff

Redwall by Brian Jacques

Inheritace trilogy by N.K. Jemisin

The Serpent Gates by A.K. Larkwood

Windsingers by Megan Lindholm

The Deed of Paksenarrion by Elizabeth Moon

The Elric Saga by Michael Moorcock

The Squire’s Tales by Gerald Morris

The Swan’s War by Sean Russell

Twelve Houses by Sharon Shinn

Arthurian Saga by Mary Stewart

The House War by Michelle West

Memory, Sorrow and Thorn by Tad Williams

The Book of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe

The Darkwater Legacy by Chris Wooding

#top 10 fantasy series #fantasy series tbr

[shirefantasies]

Hello, congrats on 300 followers! It’s well deserved! Can I request a matchup? I don’t have a preference for LOTR or The Hobbit characters. I’m 5’5, I have very long brown hair (although my family sometimes says it looks auburn) and brown eyes, and I’m on the curvy/chubby side. I’m pretty shy and anxious around those I don’t know, but I’m more outspoken and honest with those I do know. My interests include cooking for my family, taking care of my cats, three goats and my pig! I also love photography and writing/reading. I love nature and live in a rural area. I love going on walks and collecting rocks, acorns and other cool things I find. I don’t really have a preferred gender. I hope you’re feeling well after your surgery! I wish you all the best 💛

Thank you and of course you can! Enjoy your hobbit man for I ship you and…

Merry!

I can just see you as the cutest visitor to the Shire, maybe you’re even staying there for good. You may not be a hobbit but you look like a quite tall one with your sweet eyes and gorgeous curves. Merry sees you out in in the field one day tending to your goat and his heart leaps out of his chest. That’s it for him, one look and one wave from you and he’s lost. Luckily for him, though, he’s not afraid to walk right up and introduce himself- only the neighborly thing to do, after all. Leans up casually against a fence post as he asks how long you’ve been living ‘round these parts. Your shy glances only have him smiling wider. The next time you run into each other, it’s almost literal, Merry nearly bowling you over running from a farm grab while you’re turned around to pick up a pretty rock. Fate must be smiling on the hobbit, though, as you offer to let him hide in your farmhouse and end up making him afternoon tea while he’s there.

Visits become more natural, more regular from then on. He’s found mushrooms? You are the only one he trusts to cook them up right. He was just walking by and oh? Need help with the pig? They’re stubborn little buggers, after all. Merry becomes quite a fixture at your farm and he doesn’t even care if the Sackville-Bagginses talk.

Shy as you are, you make a bold move one day to return master Brandybuck’s calls, bringing a pie by, and soon after your tea and talks you’re strolling down the lane with him until he comes to a garden pretty enough to stop you and tell you he wants to make you his. Your lips are as sweet as your smile, that’s what he tells you after your first kiss there.

One of Merry’s favorite things is when your feisty side comes out. The way you’ll sass Pippin when the three of you have outings, tell him like it is if his idea’s a bit too daft. Sweetheart as you may be, you know how to stand up for yourself and Merry admires that. You can see it in the way he looks at you, chin resting on his hand and love sparkling in his eyes.

After every outing he brings you back a new rock, acorn, or something else like an intact snail’s shell. He’ll even help you build a shelf to display it all if you’d like one! Merry loves indulging your sense of adventure and play in general, sometimes tackling you down into the grass to surprise you. He loves play wrestling, so don’t be shy! You’re the sunshine of this hobbit’s life, so you best believe you’ll get away with quite a lot.

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[danjaley]

Sim World Tag

Thanks for the tag @descendantdragfi​ and @joojconverts​

1. Howell / Maplethorpe Island (personal edit of Bakafox’s world files; a ready-to-play edit by Nornities is found here.)

The Sims 3 world I played the longest, and partly built myself. Although I’ve outgrown it, it will always have a special place in my heart.

2. Praaven (jje1000/potato-ballad-sims, Nornities, Simsmidgen)

How can anything be so perfect? I wish we had such a world for the 18th or 19th century, but as I’m no good at worldbuilding myself, this will remain a dream...

3. Caldey Isle by @stellatorontosims​

Actually comes closest to my dream of a modern-historic town world. Zooming around in it always makes me imagine the inhabitants’ lives, but with the dense building structure, I “only” did some storytelling there.

4. The Shire by @sims3medieval​

Lovely, both as a cute hobbit-world as well as an emptied Twinbrook with a lot of space to build ones own setting.

5. Dragon Valley (EA Store)

as a representative for most EA worlds. I love their landscaping and unique feeling, despite being limited to basegame content plus the respective EP. I also like the premades and their stories, and wish it were feasible to do them all justice, like in ts2′s rotational gameplay.

(I’m pretty sure all the ts3 simblrs of my acquaintance have already been tagged in this?)

#tagged #long post