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Bagginshield Fics

This is a list of Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Just a warning there is a lot here so I organized it best I could.

Updated 4/16/24

Courting Misunderstandings

Overcoming Barriers by Aloneindarknes7

~Most hobbits are isolated from the rest of the races and they only know their own language. Bilbo knows how to speak with elves, but it's a group of dwarves that come to his rescue. He can fight alongside Thorin without speaking, but not knowing the language when suddenly traveling with a group of strange dwarves becomes a bit of a problem. Especially when Bilbo doesn't even know that Thorin has declared them bonded.~

Courting Mr Baggins by Lothlorien

~Thorin decided to court Bilbo. The only problem was, the hobbit didn't seem to have noticed.~

the heart of the stone (is where the gems are) by allapologies

~“And it is highly doubtful you agreed to marry Thorin for his looks,” Bofur says.

“Beg pardon?” Bilbo says.

“Meaning no offense,” Bofur says, quite cheery. “He is distinctive in his unconventionality, I’ll give you that.”~

a tale of ivory table cloth and ruined weddings by Imagined, rottingflower, Scarlet_Ribbons

~In which Bilbo is getting slightly exasperated with the fact that no one will tell him why he has such a big role in Thorin's wedding, what he is supposed to be doing there, and who Thorin's betrothed is. And is also a little confused about why the thought of Thorin marrying someone else bothers him so much.~

At A Wedding by femmebingley

~“I speak of Thorin’s marriage,” Dain announced.

Bilbo’s mind stuttered to a stop. “What?”

“Thorin’s upcoming marriage. It is widely expected.”

Everything in the Great Hall suddenly seemed louder, almost suffocating. A cold tension swept through Bilbo’s body as the idea tried to take hold. Thorin? Marriage? To whom?~

How To Win A Hobbit's Affection by Tehri

~There are a few key differences in how hobbits and dwarves court. These differences can lead to a good deal of confusion, and while Thorin is certainly not the image of a subtle dwarf, Bilbo is still utterly confused about what is going on.~

101 of Dwarven Haircare: Combs, Razors and Other Scary Stories by jeza_red

~Dwarf hair is different, okay?

Cultural shock and confusion with strangely funny results. Also a thread of understanding between two confused parties and a little comb that is more precious than whole Erebor.~

Oh, You're Guarding the Gates by Lapin

~Dwarven courtship and Hobbit courtship are different, but not too different. Still, it helps if both parties are aware the courtship is in fact happening and quite serious.

Not that anyone was planning on saying no, of course. It's just polite to be asked first.~

Safe and Distant by Lindzzz

~Bilbo never bothers denying that he is a slight, little bit, probably infatuated with Thorin. It’s not something that bothers him. Really. He’s pretty sure that everyone very likely has a little flutter in their chest for the dwarf. He’s something grand and unattainable. And it’s really much safer if it stays that way.~

How To Court A Hobbit by stravaganza

~I would like a fic where Thorin is just really really bad at flirting. And he tries really hard but somehow it just doesn’t work and he gets more and more frustrated which isn’t helping. It’s kind of ridiculous, really. He can face orcs and wargs and orcs ON wargs but whenever he tries to have a civil conversation with Bilbo the words somehow get switched around before he can speak them.~

Something to Start With by MulaSaWala, storyforsomeone

~where some things get lost in translation, courting mishaps have the whole kingdom losing their minds, and simple acts of kindness and love can go a long way.~

The Courting Habits of the Line of Durin by diemarysues

~Hobbits didn’t have such things as courting rituals – they were uncomplicated folk. They announced their affections with flowers or a cooked meal, a shared pipe or simply a kiss – and then there were meetings with both families and a date set for the wedding.

Dwarves, as he kept discovering, were a completely different kettle of fish.~

An Accidental Engagement by potentiality_26

~Bilbo's fake-it-'til-you-make-it interpretation of dwarven culture is working quite well for him, thank you very much-all the way up until it really, really isn't.~

so many beautiful reasons by starr_falling

~They say actions speak louder than words. Thorin hoped his actions would tell Bilbo all he could not say of his feelings. But when courting someone of a different culture, perhaps, a few words would not go astray.~

as is the custom by ever_yours

~After everything, Bilbo becomes an integral part of castle workings—and honestly, there’s not much waiting for him back at the Shire. So he stays, and decides to learn more about dwarrow culture while he’s at it. As it turns out, dwarf kings are significantly more affectionate than he’d expect... (Or: Four dwarf traditions Bilbo adopted, and one very pleasant custom that dwarves and hobbits share.)~

It's a braid thing (you wouldn't understand) by authoressjean

~When Thorin offers to braid his hair, Bilbo reluctantly agrees, if just to have something to remember the dwarf by.

Except it doesn't do Thorin any favors. Bilbo was already attractive enough, and now there are braids. In his hair.

And if Fili and Kili don't stop snickering, Thorin's content to return to Erebor without his heirs.~

Death Misunderstandings

An Unexpected Invitation (And What Happened Next) by serenbach

~Almost a year has gone past since the Battle of Five Armies and Bilbo is still very much mourning for Thorin, who died of his injuries on the battlefield before Bilbo had a chance to say goodbye or try to make amends with him.

When he receives an invitation to a special memorial to commemorate all those who died, Bilbo knows he cannot go. The memories are still too raw and painful.

So he writes a heartfelt letter to Fili, the new king of Erebor, explaining his absence.

Fili, however, is not the one who reads the letter...~

The "Dying" Hobbit by Resacon1990

~"It's just a cold," Gandalf says the following morning when Bilbo wakes up feeling completely under the weather, "a few days rest in bed will do you good, dear fellow."

Or, the one where Bilbo has a cold and everyone thinks he's dying.~

alive by ara_the_jedi (orphan_account)

~Bilbo fled Erebor before his friends could be buried, before he had to see Thorin encased in stone. He returns to the Shire and settles into a life of unsociability and some amount of loneliness, but finds comfort in the figures of the children of Hobbiton. After twenty years, however, his luck is gone, and Bilbo has to flee the Shire with Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, and with four very young Hobbits, there is only one place he can turn to.~

A Long List of Happy Endings by vicious_summer

~“–Come Durin’s Day, the Mountain will host great entertainments, games, and feasting in your name and in the names of the other thirteen of the Company. Your path through all of Arda shall be made smooth to ensure your welcome in our lands, Bilbo Baggins. I bring this summons as it was sent from the Throne of Thorin, King Under the Mountain.”

Bilbo’s heart, racing as it had been from this thrilling invitation, seemed to trip over itself at the name. “Thorin?” he whispered, and he stepped forward without thinking.~

We Are The Lost Ones by stealthestars

~Believing the banishment of Bilbo Baggins still stands, Fíli and Kíli tend to the severely injured hobbit in secret, unaware that Thorin's gold madness has cleared, leaving behind the guilt and anguish of believing his hobbit died in the Battle.~

Spoonful Of Sugar by RainyDayDecaf

~“You see, before we all escaped from Mirkwood, I might have… done something. To Thranduil. Something rather petty and immature and not at all respectable.”

In which laughter cures greed, humiliation trounces pride, and even the smallest of pranks can change the course of the future.~

Fics with Frodo

The Road Delivered Us Home by keelywolfe

~In the years since Bilbo left Erebor, he has lost his respectability, gained a nephew, and gotten on with life at Bag End.

He'd left aside adventure for the comforts and peace of his little Hobbit hole, and for the love of a child who needed him. Though perhaps, adventures can yet find him.~

There Is One They Could Follow (One They Could Call Thain) by Oakensting (WorseOmens)

~Bilbo returned to the Shire after the Battle of the Five Armies, leaving Thorin behind with half of his heart.

Years slip by peacefully, until an orc-pack ravages the Shire and ruins the life-giving soil. Bilbo manages to evacuate a small number of his people before the attack, but their homeland is lost, and they are left to wander in the harsh wilds of Middle Earth.

It doesn’t take long before the hobbits begin to look east, far over the Misty Mountains cold…~

Heartbeat of the Mountain by chrystal896

~Bilbo adjusts to caring for a nephew and realizes that the Shire holds no future for him anymore. It is time to return to the mountain. With Frodo in tow, he sets off to find out if Thorin regrets his decisions and to discover if the mountain can handle not one, not two, but three troublemakers.~

An Unexpected Addition by karategalFandoms

~All of the dwarves survive the Battle of the Five Armies, but Bilbo must return to the Shire to sort out his old life and make way for a new one in Erebor. Over one year later, Bilbo comes back to the Lonely Mountain with a recently orphaned Frodo. King Thorin isn't quite sure what to make of this new, tiny addition to his Company.~

Eastern Homecomings by Sarcasmcat

~After an unprecedented Goblin attack on the Shire, Bilbo finds himself whisked back to Erebor with his son he never wanted Thorin to know about.~

Fly Away Home! by Mozarts Fantasy (MozartsFantasy)

~Had he managed to make it all this way only to be cut down just as the lonely mountain finally came into view? Glancing toward the tree where he knew his small charges to be hiding the lone hobbit summoned what was left of his strength and raced forward... a battle cry wrenched itself from his sore throat as his letter opener collided with his opponent’s weapons. If this was how he was going to die then so be it, but he would take as many of the enemy with him as possible! He would protect these children with every ounce of strength that remained in his body, even if it was the last thing he did!~

An Unexpected Son by Luthorchickv2

~Bilbo left Erebor with a treasure more precious then gold or rings. What happens when the dwarves discover Frodo? Will Thorin bend enough to admit he was wrong to force Bilbo to leave?~

Misc.

Quietus by shinigami714

~Hobbits have a defense mechanism that takes effect when they grow weak and cold. Bilbo recognizes as it begins to take hold of him during the journey to Erebor.~

None So Blind by Chrononautical

~After his heroic sacrifice on behalf of the dwarves of Erebor, Bilbo will be well cared for. Naturally, he hates the idea. Crossing half the world, riding barrels, and fighting spiders was supposed to change things. No one should need to carry him anymore. Thorin understands such pride better than most, but he will stop at nothing to have the hobbit safe in his arms.~

Meeting You for the First Time (Again) by therunawaypen

~In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin required extensive medical care. Even after it was declared he would live, he was given a powerful tonic to dull the pain.

Bilbo arrives to see if Thorin still hates him, or if his betrothed still loves him.

But a drugged Thorin doesn't know who Bilbo is. Only that he's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.~

Here Be Dragons by Thorinoakentwig

~the one where Bilbo is a dragon and still gets roped into reclaiming Erebor, Gandalf is a meddling Wizard, and Bilbo may have confusing feelings for Thorin Oakenshield~

The Inevitable Love Story between Two Oblivious Idiots by Bgtea

~In which everyone sees the budding romance between Thorin and Bilbo, except, of course, for Thorin and Bilbo themselves.

Also, Dis brings the fear of God in other Dwarves and likes to meddle in her big brother's romantic life, and if she has to do this through scathingly written letters, then so be it.~

A Passion For Mushrooms by Chrononautical

~There are many trials for a hobbit attempting to make a life among dwarves. A hobbit wants a garden. A hobbit wants to eat regular meals. A hobbit wants friends, good books, and comfortable chairs. Bilbo does his best to carve out a little hobbit life for himself in the mountain. If only there were not one final obstacle. For a hobbit heart wants love, and among dwarves that is a sticky subject.~

Recovery, Redemption and Romance by Moonbeam (luvsbitca)

~When Thorin is injured in the Battle of the Five Armies, Bilbo surprises everyone with his healing abilities. Then as Erebor starts to rebuild he continues to surprise people with his knowledge and skills. On top of everything else that is occuring there is a dwarf king and a hobbit who might be trying to court one another without the other knowing - while their companions are either helpful or confusingly gleeful.~

For Better or For Worse by TheEmcee

~A long time ago, a hobbit, a Baggins of Bag End, saved a dwarf prince, one of the line of Durin, and died in the process. As a result, the dwarf prince made a vow to the dying Baggins that one day one of his line would take a Baggins as a consort to repay the hobbit for his sacrifice. Years passed and Gandalf the Grey pays Bilbo Baggins a visit that will change his life for better or for worse.~

The Goblin and The Took by GiganticBearLemonade14

~Goblins have long and bitter memories but luckily hobbits have better aim.

Or, after his escape from Gollum, Bilbo stumbles upon the Company a little earlier than we see in the film, and proves himself more of a Took than anyone expected.~

The Color of Possibility by lindoreda

~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.~

A Pretty Face by panickyintheuk

~Bilbo does his best to prove that he isn't completely shallow. The Company doesn't seem convinced, for some reason.~

Not Everyone Sees It by alkjira

~Already as a child Thorin learnt that he was not what anyone would call attractive, much less beautiful. (Thorin is ugly. Discuss.)~

Splitting Hairs by orphan_account

~Bilbo misinterprets some court gossip. He cuts his hair. Chaos ensues.~

A Simple Touch by SOABA

~Bilbo Baggins accidentally kills Smaug and has to figure out how to go tell the Dwarrow who are waiting for him to come back with that stupid stone.~

lay your troubles down by Avelera

~An extended version of "the acorn scene." Bilbo sees his chance to snap Thorin out of his madness, and takes it.~

The things left unsaid by Nirindel

~He was dying. That’s what you get from desperately trying to save a stubborn dwarf king, Bilbo thought bitterly as he tightly clenched the wound in his side. Although, the funny thing was, he would probably do it again, even knowing the consequences.~

If I could give my breath away (I would) by StupidFatPenguin

~Thorin loses his memory and quite forgets that the hobbit by his bedside whom he wishes to court and marry is already his husband. Everyone else find this hilarious.~

Zazin Amsâl by airebellah

~Throughout the quest to reclaim Erebor, Bilbo learned to deal with the many vexing behaviours of the Dwarves. One thing he could never adapt to, however, was their belief in superstition.~

The Age of Miscommunication by SilverSkiesAtMidnight

~“It’s got such a presence to it, even from a distance,” Bilbo says softly, and there’s a general murmur of awed agreement from the others. “Why, in all my fifty years, I never thought I’d see such a thing, and we haven’t even arrived yet!”

Thorin’s sword hits the ground with a clatter, and Balin chokes on his pipe.

The hobbit doesn’t look at Thorin, too busy thumping Balin on the back. Once the dwarf seems able to breathe again, he looks up, to find thirteen wide pairs of eyes fixed on him.

“What?” he says defensively, though he’s not sure what he’s defending.

“You’re how old?” Kíli squeaks.~

Colour-struck by northerntrash

~Soul mates are like adventures, Bilbo had often consoled himself. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things that made you late for dinner. It was no great hardship that he had never met his, even if he couldn't tell which of his petunias were blue and which were purple.~

Not All That Glitters (Is Good For Your Health) by comatosecombat

~In his attempt to distract Smaug from attacking Lake-town, Bilbo accidentally destroys the One Ring of Power, saves the day and brings peace on Middle-Earth.

When it comes to him and Thorin, that resolves absolutely nothing.~

One of These Days (Again and Again) by authoressjean

~By a curse or a blessing from the Valar, Bilbo finds himself repeating the same horrific day of war outside of Erebor again and again. His repeats are always triggered when someone from the company falls. He suffers days and days on his own before the others begin to repeat the day with him.~

Customary by an_odd_ducky

~Hobbits rub noses to greet each other - a fact the dwarves don't know until they arrive in Rivendell and Elrond greets a surprised Bilbo by rubbing their noses together. Some of the company find it quite amusing, but Thorin is less than pleased. Fluff!~

A Hairy Misunderstanding by amethystviolist

~Bilbo was thrilled to finally sit down and trim his hair after long, long months on the road to Erebor. But when Thorin discovers Bilbo giving himself a haircut, all hell breaks loose. Bilbo is confused, the dwarves are all very worried and loud, and turns out there's some significant cultural differences no one thought to discuss with the resident hobbit. And a good pair of scissors have to pay the price for their misunderstanding.~

Oh, Son of A--- by StrivingArtist

~Imagine how pissed off you would be if you somehow ended up in Middle Earth in time to help, but you didn’t speak Westron. Or Sindarin. Or Khuzdul. All you have are proper nouns, and some random phrases like Mellon, and Amralime, and, oh yeah, the inscription from the One ring. because that’s going to go over well when you start spouting off long forgotten verse in the black tongue of Mordor…. So instead of eloquently explaining yourself and saving lives and falling in love with a character of your choice, you have to chase them around like a slightly more verbose Hodor, trying to learn a language and keep the dumb bastards alive.~

King's Ransom by Farasha

~Rather than offering Bard and Thranduil the Arkenstone, Bilbo offers to give them his share of the treasure if they will please go away. Unfortunately, neither of them is willing to believe Thorin will hand it over - which leads to a ransom plan that is, in Bilbo's opinion, quite ridiculous and doomed to fail from the start. But at least that blasted stone is out of the mountain.~

A King's Ransom by lilithiumwords

~"I have come to receive my claim of the treasure of the Kingdom of Erebor, as promised in my contract of employment signed by Thorin, son of Thráin, and Balin, son of Fundin. To get to the point, this jewel is worth a king's ransom. So, I'd like to trade for that, please. The king. Now."~

Great Things in Small Packages by pagination

~“Look,” Thorin said to Dwalin, after the halfling had miraculously survived a hundred foot fall and caught up with them after escaping a mountain full of ravenous goblins, the entire company had been cornered on a cliff by wargs and set fire to the trees they were on, Thorin himself had managed to avoid getting decapitated, and the whole lot of them had gotten an unexpected ride by oliphant-sized talking eagles. The halfling was still bubbling happily nearby, his stupidly beautiful eyes wide open and fawn-like. “Look,” Thorin said again, a little more firmly. “There’s something not right about all this.”~

Roots by xxSparksxx

~Here in Erebor, among the Dwarves who had reclaimed their home with blood and sweat, Bilbo could almost forget that he was a Hobbit of the Shire. He could almost forget that Hobbits were not as other beings of Middle-earth, and that a mountain devoid of rich plant life was not the place for one such as he.~

Fauntlery (continued) by orphan_account

~Drafting a contract is a gravely serious task in Dwarrow culture; a contract concerning courtship, betrothal, and marriage even more so. Bilbo, the formerly respectable Hobbit of Bag End, was no stranger to the business of contracts, although he seemed to have underestimated the vigor with which the scribes of Erebor took to their task. Despite Dwarven confusion, there are some things a Hobbit simply requires, even if that Hobbit will live in Erebor.~

Dwarven Standards by FandomFanficsGalore

~Based on the head canon I saw on Tumblr that Thorin is ugly in dwarf standards.

Well, Bilbo happens to disagree heartily. The company takes a break to bathe in a river during their journey. Misunderstandings occur and revelations are had.~

To Choose a Consort by Thevaen

~Thorin had to choose a consort. He knew that, and he also knew he didn't want a consort that was not the Hobbit. He doesn't, and instead stubbornly waits for a sign that the Hobbit himself would be willing to be such.~

Bilbo's Hair by StupidFatPenguin

~Through various events concerning his stray mess of outgrowing curls Bilbo finds he is much wiser – and much more included – in the culture of the dwarves.~

The Emerald Dragon Of Erebor by HildyJ for Asainaussie

~Many stories are told about dragons in Middle-earth, of their unfathomable largeness, their untold cruelty, and their greed. The story of Thorin Oakenshield’s quest also ends with a dragon – two, in fact: Smaug the Impenetrable and the Emerald Dragon of Erebor.~

Signs and Meanings by HildyJ

~It shouldn't matter to Thorin that the visiting hobbit cook doesn't speak his language. But it does.~

Status Symbol by littlebrownshoe (Wolfy_Tales)

~It started in Rivendell, where eyes followed Bilbo wherever he went. It happened again at Beorn's, and a third at Mirkwood. By the time they arrived at Bard's, Bilbo demanded an explanation.~

An Unexpected Hobbit by Middle_Earth_Mama

~Bilbo Baggins is not like other hobbits. In fact, the other inhabitants of The Shire wish he didn't exist, because Bilbo is different. Odd. Bilbo Baggins is a freak, and all the other hobbits know it. Thankfully, his strange talents will be most useful to a certain group of dwarves. Will he find his origins and learn to accept who he is?~

Small, But Fierce by DomesticGoddess

~As a result of a magical mishap during the trip to the lonely mountain, Bilbo is reverted to a wee little hobbitling. Only in body, of course. His adult mind is still very aware of the indignity of it all (seriously! He doesn't need to be coddled, carried, and fed like a child). It turns out, dwarves love children and there is nothing cuter than Hobbit children. ~

again and again and again by marzipan_menthol

~Bilbo can't die, and the company finds out much sooner than he had planned (implying he had been meaning to tell them at all, but, well, Bilbo would be a fool to believe anything would go as planned on this confounded journey).~

The Fine Print by airebellah

~It had been many years since Bilbo had seen his Dwarves. Driven by his loneliness and nostalgia, one night he decided to re-read the contract he had signed so many years ago, hoping to find catharsis. Instead, what he found was burning rage at all the ridiculous clauses the Dwarves had slipped in without his notice.~

Call You Home by northerntrash

~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.~

A Smith and his Forge by acervate

~Bilbo's door gets jammed one day. Luckily, a company of dwarves just so happened to have set up shop in front of the old smithy.~

Invisible vs Indivisible by Moirai

~The group of companions are ambushed at night by Orcs, who succesfully capture Bilbo. Fearing that their comrade is dead, the group moves on. Bilbo manages to escape by slipping on the ring and returns to the group, remaining invisible to everyone else. Seeing them mourn, he decides to keep the ring on until he finds the perfect moment to reveal himself. ~

Words are Important to Hobbits by TheAdventures_of_Me

~After the goblin caves, Bilbo eagerly rejoins the company only to find that they can't see him. Unsure of why he's invisible to them, Bilbo decides to follow the dwarves on the rest of their quest, only to find that they are quite vocal about what they think of him.~

heart of fire by Luxio_Nyx *New

~Every Hobbit in the Shire has a Season. The children of Summer are known for their fires, the Springs for their skills at gardening and healing, and the Autumns for the winds that they can bend to their will. Bilbo Baggins has a different Season, a cursed Season.~

The Oak and The Ash by sunryder *New

~Bilbo Baggins was not a particularly talented Guide. He knew that. His family knew that. Every last Hobbit in the four Farthings and Bree knew that.But that meant nothing when one morning an agony that wasn’t Bilbo’s ripped right through him, dropping him to his knees with a scream.~

Para Bellum by RyuuzaKochou *New

~Hobbits always survive; even where trained and experienced soldiers don't. Has no one ever wondered about this? Thorin and the Company learn that it takes more than luck to be small in a big world.~

#bagginshield #fic recs #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins

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vtforpedro · 8 months

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Bagginshield Raffle

Hi everyone! Life has been difficult for so many of us, so I hope that this brings some warmth and humor, as I very much like writing those things!

I reached a number I never thought I'd get to on AO3 and now I am a handful away from 1000 followers on Tumblr! Holies molies. So, I thought I'd run a little Bagginshield raffle like I've done a few before! <3 I'm offering a fic with a word count between 1500 - 4500. Please thoroughly read this post. 1. You must be following me.

2. If you follow and unfollow before the raffle closes, I will not be counting your entry.

3. No raffle/prize accounts, no side accounts for a second entry. Only one entry is permitted.

4. If you are drawn, PLEASE keep the word count in mind and only offer ideas that can be done in shorter fics! What I will write: Bagginshield! Canon AUs, canon divergence, missing scenes, snippets during the quest, after the quest, Bilbo stays in Erebor, Reshirement, different first meetings, magical creatures, wizard!Bilbo, modern settings, modern royalty, and more! I am especially fond of fluff, humor, romance, falling in love, and fics with those aplenty. @/morticia-butler won my first raffle, and I wrote a reincarnation fic for her, which you can find here. @/stevecarrington won my second raffle and I wrote a garden-in-Erebor fic for him, which you can find here. What I won't write: Genderbending, Parentshield, mpreg, ABO, other ships unless briefly mentioned, politics, unrequited love, sickfic, a 'third party' interfering in their relationship, cruel Durins, cruel hobbits, heavy heavy angst, smut, MCD How to Enter: One reblog is your entry to the raffle. Please keep that in mind! Likes and replies will not be considered an entry. The winner will be drawn with a random number generator. I'll be assigning numbers with usernames based on the reblog order in a google document. The winner will be tagged, and I will also send a message through Tumblr Messages. I will draw a winner on October 1st, so you have just over a month to enter! I'll draw another winner if I don't receive a response to my message within 72 hours. Thanks so much! I'm looking forward to the draw!!!

#bagginshield #thilbo #thorin x bilbo #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins #bagginshield raffle #vtforpedro writes #please reblog!#likes don't count as entries!

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lemonsprite · 9 months

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𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 || 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

Summary: idk Yule something something something bro I don't know what to write it's just a bunch of fluff and tiny Frodo content

Word count: 2K

A/N: This was cross-posted on my ao3!

Dearest Thorin,

I regret to inform you I won’t be able to spend the winter months with you this year as much as I’d like to. Unfortunately, my dear cousins the Brandybuck-bagginses have passed in a terrible boating accident and as much as this time hurts for my family, they have asked that I may take in my cousin's only son, Frodo. Of course, I have agreed as is right to do. Poor lad lost both his parents in one day, I can only imagine what he’s going through right now.

Yavannah knows this is the last thing I’d ever want but I must take care of the boy for now. I hope you can understand. Perhaps I can visit in the summertime, I’m sure Frodo would love to see Erebor someday.

Your burglar,

Bilbo Baggins

Bilbo looked down sadly at the sealed envelope in his hands. He’d been looking extremely forward to spending Yule with Thorin. Yet that was all a distant thought now, He has a boy to look after. Frodo sat next to him, only nine years old and inexplicably quiet. Bilbo had given him one of his books he’d picked up on his journey to the lonely mountain. Some sort of elvish novel filled with fantastical fairy tales and stories of yore.

When Frodo had been younger he’d used to jump for joy when Uncle Bilbo came bearing gifts of books to family gatherings, now he sat staring at the same page for the past fifteen minutes his face emotionless and his eyes distant.

Bilbo sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair, turning his attention back to the letter in his hand.

“I’ll be right back, Frodo.” He said, giving the boy the biggest smile he could muster at the moment.

Frodo blinked in response, not even turning to look Bilbo in the eye.

The hobbit pursed his lips and tucked the envelope into his waistcoat pocket.

It was snowing hard outside and the windows of Bag-end rattled with the force of the wind. It was a true blizzard in the making. Hopefully, the bird would be able to make it to Thorin.

Barely half a month had passed since Bilbo sent his letter. Frodo seemed to return slightly to his younger self. He’d begun asking Bilbo questions about his journeys once more, the young hobbit would stop in the hallways of Bag-end and pester Bilbo until he told him the story behind the map hanging on the wall or the set or dwarven battle armor sitting in the corner, long forgotten.

They sat together at the dinner table two bowls of beef stew lay untouched before them, it was getting late.

“Don’t you want your soup Frodo?” Asked Bilbo. “It’s one of your favorites.” He encouraged, attempting to get his picky-eater of a nephew to eat.

Frodo scowled, poking at the meat in his stew with his fork.

Their silence was broken by the loud noise of Bilbo’s bell signaling there was someone at the door. Bilbo cleared his throat and sat up from his seat.

The elder hobbit walked gingerly to the front of Bag-end, wondering who in their right mind would be pestering a hobbit this late during supper of all times.

Decades ago the last time his bell had rung at this hour he’d become an unwilling party member on a long and quite bothersome adventure.

Bilbo threw open the door to reveal a quite serious-looking dwarf. Yet that was not the source of his surprise (He quite expected this to happen if Bilbo was being truthful, he had a tendency to attract unwanted visitors) What really shocked the hobbit was that the dwarf was none other than Thorin Oakenshield himself.

“Thorin?” He gaped, staring wide-eyed at the dwarrow in front of him. “Wha? Huh?”

“Where’s the little pebble, hm?” Asked Thorin a serious glint in his eye, trying to peer past Bilbo’s shoulder into the den.

“pebble?” Asked Bilbo still trying to work out why Thorin was here in the first place. He raised his hands to back peddle their conversation. “Hold on- aren’t you supposed to be at Erebor?”

Thorin waved his hand dismissively. “Fili’s got it under control, it’ll be a good experience for him.”

“Good experience? Thorin, that's an entire kingdom to run by himself!” Exclaimed Bilbo, flabbergasted at the dwarf’s carelessness.

“And he has Balin to take care of him, he’ll be fine,” explained Thorin, putting a hand on Bilbo’s shoulder. “Besides, you need more help than him right now.”

“I don’t think that's a very even comparison.” Laughed Bilbo, looking at Thorin as if he’d just magically turned into a monkey. “Look, come inside, I don’t want you catching a cold out in the snow.” The hobbit sighed, opening the door further for the dwarven king to enter.

Thorin shook the snow off his thick fur coat and turned to Bilbo, giving the other a stern look.

“It may not seem like that hard of an ordeal Bilbo but raising a child is no laughing matter.” He tsked. “When my brother-in-law died I helped Dis out with the boys every day, I essentially became like their father. I know what child-rearing is like.”

“So you’ve come all this way to help me?” Asked Bilbo, looking Thorin up and down curiously. “Not to mention how fast you got here, I didn’t even know it was possible to travel from Erebor to the Shire in less than a month.”

Thorin's face turned red, he looked everywhere but Bilbo’s eyes, muttering something unintelligible.

“What was that?” Asked Bilbo, a smile pulling at his lips.

“I also may have wanted to spend Yule with you,” Thorin grumbled, his voice deep and gravely, like a bear.

Bilbo grinned at Thorin, the tips of his pointed ears turning red.

“Uncle Bilbo, why is there a dwarf in our parlor?” Came Frodo's voice from the doorway, his curly head peeking out from the corner.

Bilbo opened his mouth to speak but Thorin beat him to the chase.

“You must be Frodo.” He smiled, wrapping his arm around Bilbo’s shoulder and pulling him close to the dwarf’s side.

Bilbo coughed, clearing his throat, denying the feeling of warmth that spread throughout his body at Thorin's touch.

“Frodo, you recall Thorin from my adventures, hm?” He asked, waving a careless hand in the general direction of the dwarf.

The younger hobbit's pointed ears perked up and he stared up at Thorin in awe. “The king under the mountain?” Frodo exclaimed in astonishment.

“At your service,” Thorin replied, a soft smile spreading across his face.

Frodo’s excitement was basically tangible, he was practically bouncing off the walls as he ran up to Thorin, the young hobbit twiddling his fingers in nervousness.

“Did you really fight a dragon?” He asked in amazement, looking up at Thorin as if he’d saved his life instead of Bilbo’s.

Thorin was about to answer when Bilbo cut him off.

“Good little hobbits finish their dinner first, you can bombard him with all your questions after you finish your stew.”

Frodo grumbled, frowning hard as he glanced back at Thorin.

“You know…” Said Thorin looking around the room as if he was afraid someone would overhear him. “I brought all these toys from Erebor… But I was strictly told by my advisors to only give them to shirelings who finish their suppers.” He glanced at Bilbo, shooting him a small smile.

Bilbo rolled his eyes in obvious annoyance, yet his smile told another story.

Frodo gasped, looking back and forth between Bilbo and Thorin before making a mad dash for the dining room, determined to eat all his soup.

“How about I show you around a bit? Before the little devil inhales his stew I mean…” Added Bilbo, his eyes still on the doorway Frodo had just sped through. “It's been quite a while since you last visited… Four years if I remember correctly.”

“Four years far too long.” Sighed Thorin, pulling Bilbo even closer to his side. “If I had my way I’d visit you every year.”

“You have a kingdom to run.” Rationalized Bilbo. “Besides, it takes three months to travel from Erebor to the Shire… Usually.” He continued glancing up at Thorin.

The dwarf met him with an exasperated shrug.

“I would like that tour, however,” Thorin added as an afterthought, looping his and Bilbo’s arms together. “Show me where I’ll be sleeping, hm?”

“I see you’ve gotten a lot more books in your study since I last visited.” Observed Thorin as Bilbo led him into his office.

“Elrond half-elven gave me them as gifts since I’ve learned to speak Sindarin and Quenya. told me they’d help expand my knowledge.” Bilbo smiled, patting Thorin’s arm which was still entangled in his.

Thorin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Damn elves, next thing you know they’ll be coming to Bag-end to join us for Yule.”

“They might as well.” Added Bilbo smugly. “I’m told we bagginses are quite good at making foreign friends.”

Thorin rolled his eyes playfully at the hobbit's remark as Bilbo continued. The hobbit led Thorin through a circular door into his bed chambers.

Bilbo’s room hadn’t changed much since the four years of Thorin’s absence. A new quilt sat neatly on top of his bed, illustrating the shire and its surplus gardens. On the hobbit's nightstand was an assortment of parenting books stacked to reach a combined height of an average elf. One of Bilbo’s coats (An extremely well-made dwarven garment) sat draped over a cushioned armchair that hadn’t been there previously. Thorin had given the coat to Bilbo as a Yule present eight years ago, part of him melted seeing it displayed.

“I assume you’ll be staying here with me…” Bilbo dawdled on, looking anywhere but Thorin, the tips of his ears turning red. “That is- if you want to.” He added hurriedly.

Thorin nodded his head furiously.

“I want to.”

Bilbo smiled sheepishly, tugging nervously at his copper curls.

A silence fell between them and Thorin faltered, grabbing Bilbo’s hand.

“We need to talk, my burglar.”

Bilbo stared back at the dwarven king, his smile hesitating.

“I agree.”

Bilbo busied himself by straightening invisible wrinkles on his bed sheets and sat down with Thorin next to him. The hobbit sighed, he’d had a feeling they’d be having this discussion one way or another.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air with thick tension. Thorin was the first to speak.

“Our original plan isn’t going to work now, isn’t it?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over Bilbo’s knuckles, making the hobbit's face flush and his ears ring.

“I suppose Frodo does change some things…” Replied Bilbo, his gaze finding the ground much more interesting than Thorin at the moment.

“Do…” Thorin faltered. “Do you wish to end our courtship?”

Bilbo didn't waste a second to respond, his eyes darting up to Thorins within milliseconds.

“No! Not at all! I still want to marry you, Thorin!” He exclaimed, anxiety filling his stomach. “It’s just, a lot changed with the addition of Frodo…” Bilbo pursed his lips.

“We… Just need time to figure it out.” He sighed, turning to smile slightly at Thorin. “I swear I’ll never leave you. No matter what.”

“I as well my burglar.” Thorin sighed contentedly, happy with the conclusion of their discussion as he cupped Bilbo’s face with his rough hand. “Aulë I love you.”

They sat there for what felt like eons to both of them but was most likely a matter of a few fleeting moments. Both content to be held in each other's arms.

“Did you actually bring dwarvish toys?” Whispered Bilbo, almost unbelieving. He shifted in the dwarf’s arms, breaking the dramatic tension that had filled the air almost suffocatingly with their discussion.

Thorin pulled away from their embrace and opened the pockets of his big coat, revealing a plethora of small (most likely enchanted) children’s toys, ranging from tops to stuffed animals, and dominos.

“Don’t worry.” He smirked. “I’m planning to make his Yule present myself.”

Bilbo knew Thorin and Bilbo knew the dwarf was most likely to make something that would get Frodo in lots of trouble with their ever-nosy neighbors.

“It better not be any hopefully safe and small Dwarven battle gear.” He scolded, looking the dwarf king in the eye.

“How did you guess?” Asked Thorin with a devious smirk.

“I had my suspicions.” Bilbo’s annoyance did not last as he laughed shortly, rolling his eyes and returning to Thorin's arms.

The dwarven king brought his attention to the small trinkets in his pocket. “They were my nephews' favorite nick-nacks growing up. Now that they don’t need them I thought they could be put to good use again.” He explained shyly.

“That’s an excellent idea Thorin.” Sighed Bilbo contentedly, restraining himself from burrowing deeper into the dwarf’s warm chest. It’d been what felt like decades since he was last able to embrace Thorin like he was currently.

A harsh knock came from the door to Bilbo’s bedroom, interrupting their moment.

“Uncle Bilbo, I've finished my soup!” Rang Frodo’s voice from behind the door. “Is Mr. Thorin in there?”

Bilbo gave Thorin a knowing look as he got up from his arms to answer the door, readjusting his wrinkled clothing as he did so.

“All of it?” He asked the little hobbit, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

Frodo nodded violently, his eyes looking expectantly behind him to the dwarf still sitting on Bilbo’s bed.

“Alright- But if you’re lying so help me Yavannah…” The hobbit sighed, opening the door further for Frodo to dash in, running straight to Thorin.

Bilbo had a feeling this was going to be the best Yule yet.

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#the hobbit thorin #the hobbit bilbo #the hobbit #thorin x bilbo #bilbo baggins #bilbo and frodo #frodo baggins #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #king thorin #lord of the rings #bagginsheild #bagginshield

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splintered-emotions · 4 months

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THAUC FICS ARE OUT GO CHECK OUT THE TWO FICS THAT I AND SN_DRAGONFAN WROTE

#thauc23 #our fics are finally complete!#the hobbit #astrid writes #bagginshield #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins #balin & dwalin

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drascales · 1 year

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bilbo in the king and i when thorin fills his plate up for him

it’s his love language

#bagginshield #bilbo baggins x thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins #ao3 bagginshield #bagginshield ao3 #bagginshield fanfic #bagginshield fic #thilbo #thilbo fanfic #thilbo fic

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possibly-a-table-or-just-gay · 3 months

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gay people can never say 'I love you' it's always gotta be some shit like "I have never been so wrong, in all my life"

#bagginshield #i was going to do the 'plant your trees watch them grow' speech but i am not in the mood to cry rn #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #thorin x bilbo #the hobbit #the hobbit movies

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seven-eyes · 1 month

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king under the mountain (at least he was, for like two days)

#thorin oakenshield #thorin #the hobbit #digital art #artwork #illustration #king under the mountain #the line of durin #fanart #fan art #bagginshield #thorin x bilbo #bilbo baggins

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jellysock-limbo · 3 months

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Sometimes i never really realize just how crazy bilbo was. Like he tried to CONVINCE trolls into not eating his friends after being away from his house for the first time for like only a week. THIS GUY PICKED UP AN ACORN AT BEORNS AND CARRIED IT WITH HIM TO EREBOR. what was going on in that brain

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #lord of the rings #bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #tolkien #thilbo #bilbo x thorin

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ynnu-64 · 1 month

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Quick! Kiss! You don’t get a lot of time together:P

#the hobbit #hobbits shall have tails !!!#bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #thorin x bilbo #hobbit fanart #my art

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ironmandeficiency · 10 months

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bilbo: i have the highest standards

thorin: what’s the spanish word for “tortilla”?

bilbo, ripping his clothes off: you absolute dumbass

#jj’s on the dumb bitch juice #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #thilbo #the hobbit meme #the hobbit shitpost #the hobbit incorrect quotes #the hobbit inaccurate quotes #lotr memes #lord of the rings meme #the hobbit trilogy #thilbo bagginshield #bilbo is moronsexual #bilbo baggins x thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #bilbo x thorin #thorin oakenshield x bilbo baggins

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azi-muthal · 4 months

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[Commission] I had the pleasure of drawing a sweet, romantic scene for @wolfsbane-and-nettles's story Chosen Horizons. Go give it a read!

#thank you for commissioning me!#i love that i'm drawing them again <3 #bagginshield #tolkien #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #thorin x bilbo #commission

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fantasyinallforms · 2 months

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May I present to you this absolutely showstopping sketch commission from the talented Lorbalith on Instagram! They don't have an active Tumblr, so they let me post this here. I encourage you to check out their other work. Every piece is more stunning than the last! I commissioned this based on a scene in my fic.

The Proper Way To Call You Mine

Thorin and Bilbo have been dancing around their feelings for one another since the battle of the five armies ended. The company, particularly Fili and Kili, are sick of it. They devise a plan to force their feelings for one another into the open. Will things go to plan, or will their good intentions backfire horribly?

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #bilbo x thorin #amazing fan art

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lemonsprite · 9 months

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𝐀 "𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞" 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 || 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐱 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

Summary: Just pure fluff and cousin Fili and Kili content

Word Count: 2K

A/N: This was the first iteration of Yuletide changes and I didn't really like it but I don't like seeing this post sit in my drafts so I'm allowing it to see the light of day o(╥﹏╥)o anyways second Yule themed post, can you tell the winter season is one of my special interests?

It was Yule time at the Shire. Soft snow blanketed the ground, and cozy fire light emanated from each window of every hobbit hole.

Bilbo grumbled to himself about the cold as he burrowed his face into his scarf further. The snow bit at his face and caused his nose to run as he trudged deeper through the endless white. It’d been a long time since the Shire had been hit this hard by the winter.

At the moment the poor hobbit was trying to find a log to decorate, but so far had been unsuccessful. It wasn’t like he could just go home however, Frodo sat expectantly at Bag-end, his eyes ablaze with child-like curiosity, it would be his first Yule within the Baggins residence and the hobbit intended to make it a good one.

“For Frodo…” Mumbled Bilbo, clenching his gloved fists in ambition.

Good luck must’ve been with him because within the next few minutes he happened across one of his many distant relatives. A Took by the looks of it, for who else would be stacking firewood amidst the beginnings of a blizzard?

“Ah, is that Bilbo Baggins?” Called the relative, squinting his eyes at the fellow hobbit who stared almost hungrily at the wood in his arms.

Bilbo wished he could say he remembered at least some semblance of who this relative was, but nothing came to mind, all he could think about was the oak beside him.

“Yes erm…” He trailed off not wanting to give away his ignorance. “Do you mind if I take some wood? Frodo and I are making a Yule log.”

“If it’s for young Frodo,” Proclaimed the Took. “You can have as many logs as you like.”

“Yes, um… Hildigrim?” He guessed randomly at the name, giving it his best shot. The hobbit gave him a weird look, indicating that Bilbo was completely off in his guessing.

“Thank you…” The hobbit thanked, hastily grabbing the log from his relative's arms, and pulling his scarf further up his face. “I’ll be seeing you at uh, the Yule feast…” He trailed off, not quite knowing how to end the increasingly awkward conversation.

“erm yeah… I’ll see you there.”

The Baggins grunted a quick reply, his face redder than a tomato as he hightailed it out of the south farthing, eager to make it home now that he had his log.

“Frodo!” Called Bilbo, shaking snow from his hair, and hanging his now soggy coat up on one of his numerous jacket pegs.

“I got us a-” His declaration suddenly stopped halfway through, Bilbo’s jaw agape in surprise, and his gaze caught on someone who hadn’t been there when he’d first left Bag-end.

“Thorin?”

The king under the mountain sat in the middle of his sitting room, his boot-clad feet propped up on a footstool and a long clay pipe in hand. He replaced his usual cold blue fur-trimmed coat with a cheerful red fabric, and his long black hair had sprouted a few more gray hairs since last he’d seen the dwarf.

Both king and Frodo turned to look at the extremely flustered Bilbo, Yule log still securely clutched in his hands.

“Uncle Thorin came, Uncle Bilbo!” Grinned Frodo, already declaring the obvious, his smile showing off his missing canine. “And he brought presents!” He happily declared, gesturing to the gargantuan pile of beautifully wrapped gifts that now took up half his living room.

“T-Thorin…” Stated Bilbo once again, his eyes blown wide with shock as the Yule log tumbled from his hands.

“Bilbo.” The dwarven king smiled, rising from his chair and rushing over to envelop the hobbit in a warm embrace, his voice practically radiating comfort. “It has been too long, my burglar.”

It was quite a while until Bilbo even gave a response, too caught up in the pleasantness of Thorin’s arms and cherry red coat. He sighed happily into the hug, breathing in the smell of chestnut and nutmeg.

“Thorin.” Smiled the hobbit, loosening his grip on the other, his initial surprise wearing off. “What are you doing here?”

“Thought I’d surprise the little one.” He excused, shrugging his shoulders, and glancing back at the young hobbit foundling who sat in his fleece pajamas by the open hearth.

“Does anyone actually know you’re here?” Questioned Bilbo, lifting an accusatory eyebrow.

“Perhaps…” Implied the dwarf, giving Bilbo a cheeky smile. “It’ll be good practice for Fili once he becomes king.”

Bilbo squinted his eyes in confusion. “How did you even get here this fast?” He looked the dwarf up and down as if the answer would be in the pockets of his coat.

“Eagle.” Was Thorin’s simple reply.

Bilbo rolled his eyes, picking the Yule log off of the ground. “You should’ve at least given them a heads up before setting off all the way to the Shire for yavannahs sake Thorin.”

The dwarrow was silent for only a mere moment, turning his attention towards the log in Bilbo’s hand. “What is that?” he asked, ignoring the hobbit's scolding, running one of his big calloused hands over the grain of the wood.

“A Yule log.” Explained Bilbo, in the spirit of the holidays deciding to ignore Thorin’s wrongdoings. “A hobbit tradition, which reminds me-”

He peeked over Thorin’s “tall” shoulder to glance at Frodo, who sat by the fire, still enamored by the presents Thorin had brought him.

“I found a good one this year Frodo!” Smiled Bilbo, lifting the log in the air for his nephew to take in.

“Oooh, I wanna see!” Exclaimed the young hobbit, jumping to his feet and rushing over to the two men.

Bilbo handed the log off to Frodo as he turned to Thorin, taking the rest of his winter gear off and blushing when he realized the scarf he’d been wearing was a previous gift from the dwarven king himself.

“You decorate the log and burn it, then you keep its ashes.” Explained Bilbo, maneuvering around Thorin and making his way to the kitchen “I like to use berries, holly, pine, and a smattering of nice smelling spices.”

“Delightful, reminds me of a dwarven tradition.”

Is that so?” Questioned Bilbo as he began to prepare dinner, setting out an extra plate for his surprise guest, already mindless preparing a soup he’d made a hundred times before.

Throughout dinner, Thorin entertained his hosts with stories of his dwarvish Yule’s. Every year Erebor would hold elaborate feasts and glamorous dances in celebration of winter, much different from the more mundane hobbit ways of doing things.

Frodo seemed to be on the edge of his seat the entire time, keenly listening to Thorin’s every word.

“Can we spend Yule in Erebor uncle Bilbo?” Asked the young boy, looking expectantly up at his uncle.

“I don’t know Frodo… It’s a long way’s from the shire…” Bilbo justified, dishing Frodo another serving of poached fish. “Listen to your uncle Pebble.” Declared Thorin, raising an all-knowing finger to exaggerate his point. “...Even.” He began, glancing briefly at Bilbo. “If the feasts at Erebor would be bountiful with cakes, ham, and all the little side dishes your hobbit hearts would ever want.”

“Thorin.” Bilbo sighed, crossing his arms. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

The dwarven king's shoulders slumped in disappointment as he bent down to Frodo’s level, whispering in the boy's pointed ear.

“Worth a shot.”

His words earned him a brisk elbow to the stomach.

“Next year hmm? How about that Frodo?” Bilbo asked, taking another bite into his fish. “We can stay an extra month and visit your cousins.”

“Really!?” Exclaimed the young boy, standing up from his chair so quickly that his fork and knife clattered to the ground.

“Really?” Echoed Thorin, raising an eyebrow. Clearly, he had not been expecting this outcome. “The last time you’d visited Erebor Frodo hadn’t even been born yet.”

“Why not? Do you think the eagles could give us a ride?” Bilbo asked, playing with the food on his plate to distract his hands.

“They’d take you as far as the woodland realm… Would Frodo be able to handle it?”

“I can handle anything!” Declared the young hobbit, shaking his tiny fist in a declaration. Frodo’s eyes ablaze with a passion to visit the lonely mountain.

“We’ll think about it…” Answered Bilbo, turning his head from his rambunctious nephew to face Thorin. “I think we’d both appreciate seeing Erebor.”

A day later began the eve of Yule and the blizzard had finally started to end. Now snow fell delicately to the ground, and other hobbits of the shire could be seen moving about outside, trading still warm yuletide meals and desserts while children ran amock, playing in the snow.

Thorin was helping Bilbo in the kitchen, toweling dry the dishes they’d used for second breakfast that morning. Frodo was nowhere in sight, too busy outside playing with their gardener's son, Samwise Gamgee.

“Bilbo,” Began Thorin, delicately placing a porcelain plate in one of the house's numerous cabinets. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, dear?” Hummed the hobbit.

“Would you consider becoming my… Uh-” Thorin was not one to falter in his speech, his usually stoic and confidence failing him.

“My… Consort.” he finished, looking Bilbo up and down nervously for any hint of reaction.

The other stared at Thorin blankly, the mental clogs in his brain still working to process what the dwarf had just asked.

“Consort…” He mumbled, echoing the word in thought as a shiver ran down his spine at the idea.

“You’d be my husband.” Simplified Thorin, bashfully putting another plate in its respectful home.

Before Bilbo could get out another word a high-pitched jingle came echoing down the hall, announcing someone's arrival at the hobbit’s door.

Bilbo frowned in annoyance at the interruption, shooting a glare at the hall the noise came from. How dare someone come and bother him at such a critical moment!

The hobbit shook his head in dismissal of the doorbell. Whoever it was can wait, Thorin was much more important.

“Do you mean to propose to me Thorin-'' But before Bilbo could continue, the bell cut into his sentence and interrupted the Hobbit once more, ringing continuously, and louder than the last.

“Blast that door!” Bilbo swore loudly, to be heard over the bell. He turned to Thorin, smiling awkwardly, and throwing his scrub back into the sink.

“One second Thorin… I promise.”

Ever a hobbit, Bilbo began towards the door, grumbling over the interference, his face still cherry red at Thorin’s suggestion, the word ‘husband’ rattling around in his brain.

The dwarven king trailed behind him the whole way, also irritated from his question being unanswered, one of Bilbo’s porcelain bowls still in hand.

Bilbo threw open the door, extremely displeased when he was greeted with a sight he hadn’t at all expected.

Kili and Fili stood excitedly on his doorstep, Frodo between the two, smiling so wide he looked about ready to combust.

“Look who I found!” He exclaimed, jumping up and down between his honorary cousins.

The two dwarven brothers looked immensely pleased with each other, beaming at Bilbo and Thorin.

“Congrats on the engagement uncle, I just knew he’d say yes!” Clapped the oldest of the two, Fili, in Joy, stepping into Bilbo’s home before the hobbit could even protest.

“I’m so excited! When's the wedding?” Followed Kili, herding Frodo into the house by taking his hand.

“Wedding?” Asked Frodo. “What wedding?”

“Uncle Bilbo and Uncle Thorin of course!” Exclaimed FIli, bending down to ruffle a hand in the young hobbit's curls. “And then we’ll be your real cousins!”

“Fili-” Grumbled Thorin.

“Really?” Asked Frodo, eyes lit up in joy.

“Yep! And maybe you’ll come to Erebor!”

“Fili.”

“Just you wait Frodo it’ll-!”

“FILI!”

Silence filled Bilbo’s halls, all the voices stopping at once to stare aghast at Thorin’s sudden outburst.

The dwarven king cleared his throat, brushing invisible wrinkles from his deep red coat.

“...He has not given an answer yet.” He declared from behind his teeth in an ill temper. “Master Baggins was going to, until someone who was supposed to be watching a mountain right about now suddenly appeared.”

Kili and Fili’s faces morphed into ones of grimace, staring back and forth at Bilbo and Thorin, just now realizing their irritated expressions. Wincing, they both slowly turned from the two.

Fili laughed briskly, putting his hand on Frodo’s back and pushing him towards the parlor of Bag-end.

“Haha- ehm… Frodo!...” the blond dwarf smiled forcefully. “Why don’t we leave our uncles alone for a while, yes? Let's warm up by the fire for a bit, hm?”

“But what about the wedding?” pouted the young hobbit, almost as if he was expecting them to engage in holy matrimony at this very moment.

Fili just laughed louder, dodging Frodo’s questions as the troupe of them left Thorin and Bilbo to their own devices.

An awkward silence settled around them, Bilbo fiddled with his fingers as his gaze surveyed the ground, too afraid to look Thorin in the eye. How was he to go about this?

“I… Apologize for my nephew Bilbo.” The dwarf sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. “I had no clue he’d be here.”

Bilbo smiled gently, “It is all right Thorin. I know how they can be.” and grabbing Thorin’s hand (much to the surprise of the dwarf) he sighed softly. The hobbit hadn’t been given much time to think about his answer, yet he knew deep in his heart what he’d always wanted. He’d loved Thorin through every trial and tribulation they’d faced, and he knew he’d love him for eternity afterwards, no matter how many little fights and adventures his dwarf would pull him into.

Without a second thought Bilbo’s smile widened, and he answered honestly.

“...I’d love to be your consort Thorin.”

The dwarven king's eyes widened as if that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. “Really?” He asked quietly, unsure as he stared at Bilbo’s hand holding his.

“Yes.” The hobbit whispered with a toothy grin.

Thorin’s smile grew as he pulled his hands from Bilbo’s and fumbled with his coat, producing a tiny leather pouch from one of the large pockets.

“I’ve… Made it myself.” He confessed shyly, opening the bag to reveal a stunning brass ring, perfectly rounded and sleek with little leaves carved into the metal. Thorin placed the band gently in Bilbo’s still open palm, smiling all the while as he stared tenderly at his burglar.

Bilbo melted at the sight of the ring, hastily sliding the band onto his finger and practically threw himself at Thorin, wrapping his arms around him in a tight embrace.

Thorin whispered something in dwarvish Bilbo did not understand, his face turning red at the words as the dwarf peppered his face with kisses, his thick beard scratching the expanse of Bilbo’s skin.

“Thank you, my burglar.” Thorin smiled, pulling away from Bilbo to look him in the eyes, his face flushed a deep scarlet.

“Yavanna I love you.” The hobbit smiled.

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