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nastiiuu · 5 months

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I had a fic search request on my discord server for Bagginshield fic where Hobbits have tails. I was completely shocked that I couldn't find any, (searching the Bagginshield tag on ao3 for "tail" brings up some weeeeeird stuff!) but I realized that's because your Hobbits with tails art has taken over my brain and it just feels like there's a whole fic out there already! So, I was going through your Bagginshield works (🥰) and a random thought occurred to me...do you think consort!Bilbo would wear any kind of jewelry (or a braid?!?) on his tail? 🤩

YES!! Thorin would absolutely make a bunch of jewels and rings and bedazzelmemts for Bilbo. And marvel when Bilbo wears them

Here are some more headcanons:

Hobbits wear their wedding rings on their tails since a lot of them are farmers and workers, so Thorin always makes extra rings just for Bilbos tail

When Bilbo is looking for Thorin he will subconsciously wiggle his tail so the rings make noise. Thorin always answers the call

Once it’s long enough Bilbo would wear a braid in his hair. Thorin likes to braid it. Bilbo learns to as well but keeps it to making Thorins hair pretty and fancy

After the journey Bilbo starts wearing much more simpler and comfortable clothing. Whether he is in Hobbiton or on court makes no difference. He sometimes will wear the fancy clothes for important events but keeps mostly to something one can move around in effectively

He constantly travels around. To the elves, to other dwarf folks, to the hobbits and back. Always documenting his journey and knowledge and sharing it with the world. As such he is very popular and gained some refined muscles. He still likes to have the belly and eat with a lot of hearth. But he is considered very strong and with an impressive stature for a hobbit

(The drwarfs see him more like one of themselves)

He has a little bit of facial hair grown. It’s not much and never will be much but it’s a little bit and Bilbo is proud of it

People think he always looks like he is analysing you and every situation. When he sits on court the nobels are always more careful with what they say bc Bilbo has a tendency to read everyone like a book and snap with the situation calls for it. Thorin thinks it’s funny unless the eyes are set on him

#bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #thorin x bilbo #my art #thank you for sending me the ask :DDDD #it’s been a while since I answered them ksnfkdnf #i miss my favourite hobbit Bilbo so I was quite happy to draw him again ahahah

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bluebellhairpin · 1 month

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Words cannot express how badly I want to be secretly married to Fili. Like imagine thinking you'd never be allowed to be together because he's a prince, heir to the greatest dwarven kingdom to exist, and you're you, daughter of a lowly wood carver. Imagine eloping right before Fili leaves to reclaim the mountain and having to hide your marriage beads from everyone. I can see the horror that overcomes the Company (especially Filis family) after they find out, realising you both never got to celebrate the bond with your families, and that you really only spent three days together as husband and wife before possibly never seeing each other again.

#aha im making myself cry now #i love fili. hes actually my favourite from the hobbit right after thorin #i yearn. i pine. i long.#LET ME KISS HIM #nemos thoughts #fili durin #fili x reader #fili imagine

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conkers-thecosy · 8 months

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To Our Bilbo Baggins...

Here's to our Bilbo Baggins, no matter what guise he wears. To our book Bilbo, our film Bilbo, our Lego Bilbo, our Rankin & Bass Bilbo. To our fandom Bilbo, and all the hats we give him to wear. To our confident Bilbo, to our anxious Bilbo, to our clever Bilbo, to our foolishly brave Bilbo. To our feral Bilbo, to our calm Bilbo, to our grumpy Bilbo, to our determined Bilbo, our sweet Bilbo, our always a little queer Bilbo. Master Baggins. Mister Bilbo. Professor Baggins. William Robert Baggins. Billy-Bob. Bella. Bilba. Bilbo.

Here's to the Consort Under The Mountain, who finds his happiness with his found-family in Erebor. Who hits his stride amongst dwarrow, and slots into place as an ambassador between the three surrounding kingdoms. Who takes tea with Princess Dis every Mersday at 4pm sharp, who trains with Dwalin, and learns to speak Khuzdul with Ori. Who works and sleeps beside his husband, supporting and driving King Thorin onwards to meet all of his goals and dreams for his people. Their people, together, united, content, and in love.

Here's to the confirmed bachelor that lives at Bag End, who returns from adventure, tired and heart-sore, and finds comfort in the sunshine of the Shire. Who works in his garden, grows his tomatoes, and sits outside the big green door with his pipe. Who writes songs and poems, who translates epic tales, and dedicates years of his peaceful life to spinning one of his own. Who takes in his distant cousin, who calls him Nephew, and shares a birthday with him each year, then leaves him to begin his own tales of adventure with a precious golden trinket he picked up many years before.

Here's to the Hobbit who falls somewhere in the middle. Who leaves the Lonely Mountain and returns to his books and his armchair, who plants his seeds and watches them grow, all with the company of another. A dwarf who might have been king, but for one reason or another, has decided instead to spend his days beside the company burglar, both of them in their idyllic reshirement. Sometimes they have a child of their own, sometimes they adopt the self-same distant cousin who calls them both Uncle, and sometimes it's just the two of them, but they are always together, and always at peace, at last.

Here's to Bilbo Baggins, who is forever changing in our hands, but who, at his core, will always be courageous, always be impulsive, and always do the right thing, no matter what it may cost him. Who will always be kind, always love a good joke, and always take pleasure in good food and song.

Here's to Bilbo Baggins.

#Happy birthday Bilbo Baggins (:#(I know I'm early but... if I don't post this now I'll chicken out and delete it haha)#this concept is one I've seen used around several fandoms and I just really wanted to write one for Bilbo because he's my favourite <3 #Apologies if anyone else has already done this!#bilbo baggins #blorbo baggins #the hobbit #bilbo #frodo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #hobbit day #conkers-theficwriter #conkers corner

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nikuttek · 9 months

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I wanted to draw Thorin with his post botfa scar because he's definitely alive and well.

(an alternative version with blood is under the cut since people wanted to see that too, haha)

#thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #my art #people wanted blood and angst and i am but a people pleaser akdjskdj #the funny thing is i think i prefer the bloody version of the drawing lol #there is just something about seeing your favourite character hurt #are they even your blorbo if you don't draw/write them getting hurt #tolkien

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code-dy · 1 year

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Holy shit i have the capability to draw things for my favourite fanfic authors!!!

Here’s a quick sketch for that lovely author who wrote that absolutely lovely vampire thorin fanfic inspired by wwdits

#the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #thilbo #gandalf #i may have realized that i can draw and gift stuff to my favourite fanfic authors #but i do not have the courage to tag them here #i may cry if the see this but i saw they were having a low mood earlier p #still out of country but i got my room now and i snuck in a bit of quick sketch for them #asdfghdkkdncjksknd im sorry i get very nervous interacting directly with people #i hope they see this the same way people used to put messages in bottles and throw them at sea #in the hopes that maybe someone woould read their message at the right time and know that despite the distance someone exists and cares #whoever you are reading these tags i hope you’re having s better day than you did a few hours from now #*virtual hug*#yknow maybe gandalf gave bilbo to thorin coz he thought they both needed a big hug or smthn #my art

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thewitchkingiscool-ace · 1 year

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friendlyneighborhoodcrow · 1 year

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An Axe Of Kindness

Hello, there folks! I’m back from a busy couple of weeks though my return is somewhat delayed as I have just recovered from being rather ill. I wanted to give ya’ll something quick while I work on some longer pieces. So here we are and thank you for your patience! And yes, the title is a pun. I feel no shame.

-Crow

So my dear readers, imagine you are a Hobbit, a Hobbit who is no stranger to some hard work on their farm and has been chopping wood for your family for quite some time. You have some skill with the axe, though not battle oriented, and the dwarfs have no idea. How will they respond when they realize you wield a popular dwarven weapon?

Gender neutral!reader (No use of y/n)

Relationships: All platonic

Warnings include:

Canon typical use of weapons

Canon typical violence (some orcs)

Word count:

1.6k

Camp was, as usual, full of laughter and conversation. The night was in its infancy, and you were happily settled beside dear Mr. Bilbo and young Ori who worked fervently on a knitted pair of gloves. The day had been long and hard and the weight of your legs seemed nigh unbearable.

“I think my legs might fall off,” you said to no one in particular, “they feel heavier than one of old mister Proudfeet’s pumpkins!”

You reached down to weakly rub at the tender muscles when you heard Kili chuckle boisterously, you looked up to see him staring at you with a toothy grin.

“You’ll have to get used to all the activity my dear companion!” He mused.

“I am used to activity!” You insisted rather bluntly, “You know I am a farmer, and I’m no stranger to a long day!” You saw some of the dwarves quirk their brows, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the synced action.

“Well, I’m not used to walking all day I suppose, but during harvest season I’m outside all day! Don’t even get me started on chopping wood for the winter months!”

You sighed dramatically as though to prove your point and stretched your legs out in front of yourself. With a few more chuckles from your travelling companions, you all continued preparing camp for the coming dark.

As the night settled in and the sun shrunk away behind the horizon, the company sat close to the fire and like most nights, began their shifts of either sleeping or watch duty. It was quiet, the lack of animal calls and even crickets unsettled you as you laid down upon your thin bedroll. The moon was new, and the skies were black as a raven, the only light came from the glow of the dying fire and the shining stars. One would think it was all quite pretty were it not for your mounting concern over the lack of forest sounds. You fought with your woollen blanket and turned until you found yourself comfortable enough to forget about the extended day and the silent night. But then you heard a shriek, close by.

Bolting upright, you looked around. Dwalin, who was dutifully sitting on a fallen log, gripped his battle axe tight as he also swivelled his head. Thorin and Gloin leaned forwards and looked at each other. Another call sounded, and you slowly moved to grab your short dagger when something burst through the trees.

An orc now stood on the edge of the company’s camp and looked around wildly. It gripped twin hatchets and let out a shrill and unpleasant cry. All of the dwarves and two disgruntled hobbits suddenly sprang to life grabbing for their weapons. You now gripped your dagger tight as the beast charged toward the closet dwarf, Bifur. The dark orc raised a hatchet and prepared to deliver a fatal blow but before it could, Bifur jumped back as Gloin charged from the orc’s side, his own axe raised and he struck suddenly. The creature stumbled to the side shrieking and releasing its weapon. The cries it let out were horrifying, to say the least, they fluctuated from a high-pitched scream to a guttural vocalization.

As its cries came to an end, more orcs jumped from seemingly nowhere and you heard Thorin’s booming voice roaring for everyone to assume a defensive position. You were pushed back toward the fire by Bofur, and he gave you a sympathetic look before turning back to the oncoming danger. While you understood his concern, you wanted to be helpful, and that’s when you noticed the hatchets laying on the ground near the first downed orc. Gradually, you inched back and to your side to scoop both of them up. While one was easy to seize from the clearing floor, the other was tightly gripped by the orc. It seemed that he didn’t want to lose his weapon, even in death. Realizing the hold the orc had on the axe, as well as the size of it in your hand. You chose to forsake it and quickly dart back to the safety of your previous position by the fire.

No one seemed to notice your movements as the pack of orcs moved in close and attempted to circle everyone. Without another moment, every dwarf sprang nimbly to life.

The forest was no longer quiet, instead, it was filled with the battle cries of both orcs and dwarves as they charged one another with axes and swords at the ready. You stood with your new hatchet, though it was more like a battle axe in your small grip. The fight was carrying along swiftly and for a moment you thought you might not need to use your newfound weapon when an orc managed to push its way past Dori and raise its sword at Ori. The unfortunate dwarf held tight to his slingshot as it cried and before you could properly register your own movements, you darted over to him.

“It’s exactly like a log of wood,” you whispered under your breath as you promptly raised the orcish axe.

Hastily, you brought it down, striking the orc's lower back. It crumpled in pain before your eyes and you brought the axe down once more to ensure its end as it lay in the middle of the clearing. Breathing hard, you looked up and met Ori’s startled eyes. He smiled gratefully at you before catching sight of something behind you and flinging a jagged rock from his slingshot over your head. At the same moment, you wheeled around and took a quick swipe at a tall orc's gangly legs leaping out of the way as it fell. Panicked, you wheeled around, afraid to see more orcs encroaching on your newfound friends but it seemed that you had efficiently managed to finish off the last of them. You let out a surprised chuckle that sounded more like a hoarse gasp as you caught your breath and the adrenaline began to wear off.

“You did it!” Fili cheered enthusiastically as he looked between you and the fallen orc.

“You undoubtedly saved me!” Ori said rather breathlessly, still clutching his slingshot.

“And you, me!” you answered back.

“Where did you learn to wield an axe like that?” Dwalin seamlessly stepped to stand beside you looking at you incredulously.

“Well I told you I chopped wood for my family, didn’t I?” you tried to joke but as Dwalin continued to stare at you like you grew another head you shrank into yourself. Suddenly his hardened face broke into a smile, “Aye, ya’ did.” he chuckled. A sense of welcome relief flushed through you as your dear companions gathered closer.

Bilbo seemed to emerge from the shadows to pat you on the back telling you that you would have to give him a demonstration. And most of the group seemed to heartily agree to the extra training for the hobbit. Thorin broke into the gathered circle barking for the group to pack up quickly and snuff the fire. As he walked by, he nodded at you and you couldn't help but flash a wide grin back. After carefully packing up camp, the entire company moved quickly through the night, trying to get to safer ground while the forest lurked with orcs. Thorin promised that you would stop during the day for needed rest which earned sighs of welcome relief from everyone.

The following day, the sun beat down on the area where the dwarves had made camp, but the heat did not reach you as you lay in the shade near a stream filled with cool running water. The afternoon had been spent resting and napping so that you could cover more ground before nightfall. And you welcomed the rest with excited arms. The dwarves seemed to have changed their tone when speaking to you. An air of respect for your “skill” with an axe had taken hold and you were not going to complain. The orc axe, which was really no more than a hatchet rested comfortably on your belt opposite from your dagger, you felt a sense of growing pride for your arsenal though the orc axe was an ugly thing. It was a crude thing made for a bloody function rather than to have any noteworthy aesthetics.

Gloin’s boots appeared in front of your view and you swiftly looked up to meet his gaze. He held himself with his normal prideful stance but he seemed to waver as he rubbed his hands together carefully.

“So I and the others have been talkin’, and we think that you should have a proper axe.” He said rather matter-of-factly. Your face softened immediately and you grinned up at him.

“Really? Oh, that’s sweet of you to think so!” you said happily but respectfully. You knew that a dwarve’s weapons were something special and they wouldn’t say such a thing unless they truly thought you deserved one.

Balin stepped to stand beside Gloin and you rose to your feet. He pulled out a lovely-looking axe and carefully handed it to you. It was well-forged and the metal was imprinted with swirling geometric designs that marked it as a dwarven axe. It was polished to a shine and sharpened with care. It was clearly made for battle. Your face broke into a sentimental smile as you thanked the dwarves.

“But don’t you go chopping wood with that one!” Dwalin called out from his comfortable spot under a nearby tree. You laughed merrily and agreed as you removed the orcish axe to replace it with the fine dwarvish one.

I hope you enjoyed reading this! I really appreciate comments and reblogs!

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beatx-mavie-archangelx · 1 month

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I think it's kinda funny how you can see if a The Hobbit fan is a book fan or a movie-only fan just by asking who their favourite dwarf is and why

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hamartia-grander · 2 years

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I've always loved how Thorin Oakenshield, this badass king who survived a dragon attack, fought Azog hand to hand alone, and led his people to safety, is also directionally challenged and has no concept of geological location. He shows up late all the time and everyone assumes it's because he's a king and he has to make a grand entrance but it's literally, canonically just because he got lost. Twice. It's very possible that Thorin was travelling to Bilbo's house with Fili and Kili to prevent this from happening, but he lost sight of them and they didn't even notice he wasn't with them until he showed up at Bilbo's very late and they were like 'oh shit it was our turn to supervise uncle Thorin oh fuck'

#It's just incredibly endearing #The hobbit #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit kili #the hobbit fili #The king under the mountain #bilbo baggins #jrr tolkien #'I lost my way. Twice.' is my favourite line to quote bc it's also applicable to myself

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warrioreowynofrohan · 9 months

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Favourite Female Tolkien Character Poll - Round 3, Match 10

Today is the last set of polls for round 3!

Dís

The sister of Thorin, and mother of Fili and Kili. She lost all three of them in the same day, at the Battle of Five Armies.

Dís was the daughter of Thráin II. She is the only dwarf-woman named in these histories. It is said by Gimli that there are few dwarf-women, probably no more than a third of the whole people. They seldom walk abroad except at great need. They are in voice and appearance, and in garb if they must go on a journey, so like to the dwarf-men that the eyes and ears of other peoples cannot tell them apart.

Pearl Took

Quotation is from The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien, letter 214:

A well-known case, also, was that of Lalia the Great (or less courteously the Fat). Fortinbras II, one time head of the Tooks and Thain, married Lalia of the Clayhangers in 1314 [Shire-reckoning], when he was 36 and she was 31. He died in 1380 at the age of of 102, but she long outlived him, coming to an unfortunate end in 1402 at the age of 119. So she ruled the Tooks and the Great Smails for 22 years, a grand and memorable, if not universally beloved, ‘matriarch’. She was not at the famous Party (SY 1401), but was prevented from attending rather by her great size and immobility than by her age. Her son, Fenumbras, had no wife, being unable (it was alleged) to find anyone willing to occupy apartments in the Great Smials, under the rule of Lalia. Lalia, in her last and fattest years, had the custom of being wheeled to the Great Door, to take the air on a fine morning. In the spring of SY 1402 her clumsy attendant let the heavy chair run over the threshold and tipped Lalia down the flight of steps into the garden. So ended a reign and life that might well have rivalled that of the Great Took.

It was widely rumoured that the attendant was Pearl (Pippin’s sister), though the Tooks tried to keep the matter within the family. At the celebration of Fenumbras’ accession the displeasure and regret of the family was formally expressed by the exclusion of Pearl from the ceremony and feast; but it did not escape notice that later (after a decent interval) she appeared in a splendid necklace of her name-jewels that had long lain in the hoard of the Thains.

Pearl was Pippin’s older sister. She was 27 at the time of the incident; Pippin was twelve. All his siblings had P-names (Pearl, Pimpernel, Pervinca, Peregrin).

#favourite female tolkien character poll #dís #pearl took #dwarves #hobbits #the hobbit #the letters of jrr tolkien #the lord of the rings #tolkien #thorin #pippin took

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