Did you guys know I am completely and utterly obsessed with @tetchy-frog’s philharmonic AU? Well you do now, and if you haven’t checked it out yet, you SHOULD. Link will be provided below, but here we are.
BAGGINSHIELD, MODERN AU, INSTRUMENTS, THORIN’S STUPID...WHAT MORE CAN YOU ASK FOR???
I got bit by the urge to write a little drabble based on Froje’s AU, taking place before their comic does, kind of, in which we see Fili and Kili trying to give their hopeless uncle some advice on how to better treat Bilbo (who thinks Thorin isn’t fond of him). Honestly, we all know how it goes...but I hope you enjoy! It’s a fun AU to visit!
FROJE IS A GENIUS AND I LOVE THIS AU, THANKS.
→ check out the comic here!
The sigh that left Bilbo’s mouth was about as pleasant as nails on a chalkboard. To say that he was annoyed would be an understatement, and with each passing practice, he was cursing Gandalf’s name under his breath more and more. He loved the dulcimer, and he knew he was damn good at it, but maybe joining this ragtag company for the sake of a few dollars just wasn’t worth it.
With rosy cheeks and a pouty lip, Bilbo was so busy focusing on his own thoughts that he hadn’t noticed that wretched conductor sauntering over as if this were his greatest plan since the last greatest plan.
“My dear Bilbo, you look as if someone just told you that we were skipping lunch today,” Gandalf teased, earning a harsh glare from the dulcimist. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Your jokes,” Bilbo huffed, focusing on casing his instrument once more, “and him.” Tossing his head to the side as a means to point to the other side of the room, Bilbo could feel little prickles of annoyance across his skin.
“Hm, Thorin?” Gandalf sounded genuinely perplexed as he eyed Thorin who was tuning his harp, and had Fili talking over his shoulder. Whatever it was, it looked important. “Has he done something?”
“That’s the thing. He’s done nothing, unless you count glaring constantly, or rejecting my invitations to eat during our lunch breaks, everyone else has been just fine, but he clearly has something against me.” There was Bilbo’s pout again, his eyes flashing in the conductor’s direction and feeling a bit like a kicked puppy at the rejection time and time again. “This is basically his group, and I still don’t understand why he’s here, or why I’m here.”
A hum buzzed between Gandalf’s lips as he leaned casually against one of the seats next to Bilbo. “Well, you’re the finest dulcimist on this side of the mountain, and I just so happen to find your quirky attitude perfect for this bunch. You remind me so much of your mother,” he advised, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes before sighing. “Thorin is a passionate sort, and he leads this company with an incredible level of dedication. He is a great asset to this orchestra.”
“Well, you’ve got the ass part right.”
“Don’t be so quick to judge, Bilbo Baggins. I guarantee that things are not as they seem,” Gandalf huffed in amusement before reaching over and ruffling Bilbo’s hair like he might have done when Bilbo only reached his knees in height. “In any case, you’ve given Thorin no reason to hate you, just be patient.”
And as much as Bilbo wanted to swat that hand away from his hair, he refrained and the subject was dropped, especially as one of Thorin’s nephews was passing by, yelling across the room about lunch and just how late they were for it. Bilbo’s stomach growled in response and agreement. As he finished packing up his case, he felt Kili slap a hand on his shoulder in passing.
“Afternoon, Mister Boggins!”
What had started as a verbal flub had become something of a joke, and Bilbo could only snort in amusement at the youngster’s words. “See you after lunch, Kili.” For Bilbo was not going to miss out on a meal just as Gandalf had teased.
Cheerful and inconspicuous as Kili was, his grin diminished as soon as Bilbo had his back to him. It spurred the more youthful viola player to bounce across the room towards his uncle, who looked deep in thought with Fili chattering away. “Uncle!” Kili’s sing-song voice was soft, but it alerted the two other Durinson men in the room. “I heard something about someone that I think you’ll be interested in!!”
“You shouldn’t listen to idle gossip, Kili,” Thorin warned with an exasperated sigh, now falling behind because he had both of his nephews chattering about non-orchestra related things.
“Is it idle gossip when it comes from the subject matter’s mouth?” Kili grinned wide like a cheshire cat. With Thorin’s arched brow, that was enough of a green like for Kili to continue. “The new guy thinks you’re not fond of him.”
“Bilbo?” Fili asked in confusion before a smirk began to dance across his lips. “You mean the fella that uncle can’t stop looking at?”
Oh, to be teased by his nephews, it brought a sudden flush to Thorin’s cheeks as he dropped his head. “What did he say?” Thorin realized quickly he shouldn’t have asked as Kili pulled up a seat and looked ready to spill the gossip like a cliché high-school girl. “And get to the point.”
“You glare, you reject his invitations to lunch, and quite frankly, I don’t think you’ve said much to him, have you?” Kili chirped.
“I’ve been busy as of late, and…I don’t glare–”
“Yes you do,” Fili interjected with a pat on his uncle’s shoulder. “Maybe it has something to do with your poor eyesight, but you most definitely glare. RBF is your enemy–”
“Resting bitch face,” Kili was quick to clarify, finding no small amount of amusement in Thorin’s head shifting from looking to the left and right at whichever nephew was talking.
Feeling a knot form in his throat, Thorin took a quick glance at where Bilbo once was, but found nothing interesting to look at. The dulcimist was nowhere to be found, which only seemed to spur laughter from both Fili and Kili. “I wasn’t…under the impression I had this…resting bitch face,” but alright. He shrugged and dropped his eyes.
“Don’t worry, you can still turn this around!” Fili encouraged.
“Fee’s right, and you’ve got the right nephews to help you out. All you have to do is follow these steps, and you’ll have Bilbo charmed right out of his pants–”
“Erm, Kee…I’d rather not think about that.”
Thorin’s throat cleared, interrupting the funny little words floating between his nephews as his face grew even hotter. “And what do you suggest?”
Kili merely shrugged. “Well, talking to him is a good place to start. Perhaps a compliment or two in passing? Tell him what you like about him, but do it in a poetic sort of way. You know, big elaborate words that fly right off the page of a romance novel. That’ll make him swoon for sure.”
“Also flowers! I know he’s fond of them based on some of the books he carries with him,” Fili interjected with a grin. “Everyone loves a secret admirer, but think outside the box. Anyone can get roses, be different!”
“Compliments…flowers…” Thorin mused, rubbing at his jaw while trying not to expose just how overwhelmed he felt. “Think outside the box…I think I can manage that.” Rising to his feet and discarding what little work he had been doing, Thorin began to rub at his temples some in thought as a headache began to brew. Perhaps it was all of those missed meals finally catching up with him?
“Where are you going?” Fili asked, half surprised that Thorin even bothered to move, or listen to them speak about Bilbo for that matter.
“To get something to eat. Break is over in an hour, and I expect everyone to be back on time…”
“And maybe you’ll catch Bilbo at the food trucks, hm?” Kili’s brows rose up and down cheekily, earning nothing more than a groan of annoyance from the older fellow as he gave them his back.
After a few moments of silence, and Thorin had departed from the practice room, Fili reached over and poked Kili’s arm. “Ten bucks says he finds some way to goof it up.”
It was a bet that Kili would be a fool to take, but…thankfully he had ten dollars to spare for the inevitable as he shook Fili’s hand. Deal. Though maybe there was a small shred of hope that his uncle wouldn’t find a way to mess it up. Highly unlikely, but it wasn’t impossible.
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Philharmonic! Thorin Ref:
TLDR: Dwarves are now from Eastern Europe because it’s my AU, and I can make a fake country from a conglomerate of well-researched Eastern European cultural influences if I want to!
I have a lot more details, but I’ll let those come out in possible headcanon posts as well as future art :D
Erebor is basically an Eastern European country that’s been taken over by an autocratic regime (Smaug), and so Thorin and Company are refugees/immigrants from there to Eriador (modern fantasy England). I thought it would tie in pretty spot-on with the canonical story, just in a modern context.
That being said, I’m taking a lot of inspiration from Nordic traditions, yes, but also Baltic and Balkan, since this is my AU and I get to decide if the dwarves are fantasy Lithuanians.
I’m going to do my bestest to create a fake, modern, Eastern European country based on the ones we have in real life while still respecting the distinctness of each country I take from as well as Tolkien’s original Nordic inspiration. I’m a history buff, and Lithuanian myself, so it’s a fun journey to research my heritage and try to create something new!
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