“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.” -Violette Leduc // Summer in Derbyshire | GarettPhotography
There are few things Thorin feels about as deeply as he does about
flowers - his nephews’ education, the conservation of Derbyshire dales,
Sunday’s lunch with Dís and the boys. Until one day a stranger with
flowers tattooed all over his arms shows up at the shop and Thorin would
rather like to indulge in the meaning of every single blossom inked on
the stranger’s skin. But the stranger may not be a stranger after all
and though he has flowers on his wrists, he may not wear his heart on
his sleeve. Bilbo Baggins is at a turning point. Call it mid-life
crisis, call it responsibility, call it teaching Geography to kids in
the bloody middle of Derbyshire. Of one thing Bilbo is certain:
disgruntled-yet-rather-endearing florists are not what he needs in his life right now. Definitely.
The second occasion was very different, and a couple of years ago. This time my partner and I were the hosts, and our MP in the Derbyshire Dales, Patrick McLoughlin, and his wife Lynn had brought the Mays to supper with us after she’d spent the day pressing the flesh in the East Midlands. It was Theresa and Philip’s wedding anniversary, poor things, and this cannot have been the ideal way to spend their time.
But she was fun. She arrived with a bottle of gin. I teased her about the wedding anniversary and said that we’d hired a male police constable strippergram for after dinner but Patrick had reminded me of her spat with the Police Federation so I’d cancelled. She had the grace to laugh. As the evening went on everyone relaxed and we talked about anything but politics, which I noticed she avoided; and by just before midnight, when the Mays left, I’d concluded she was nothing like the ‘ice maiden’ or robotic figure the newspapers claimed.
ok so i decided to make another fics rec since the first one seems to have helped some people this time i’m gonna rec the fics i liked and read recently with the same categories of the previous one: Post-BOFA:
Amnesia by Bernie_N - It was ten years to the day since the battle that won them the Mountain; the morning that Thorin woke with no memory of it at all.
To You I Bestow by Emelye - “I can only assume you’re constantly bringing up the Shire because you’re eager for me to return to it. Or am I to believe after battling to reclaim your mountain you’re longing for a place you visited once for just over twelve hours nearly a year ago?”Thorin hung his head and ran two large hands through the curtain of hair obscuring his face. “And if I were?”
Sanzigil by Lindzz - Two times Thorin and Bilbo failed at Dom/sub play and one time that it worked VERY well.
During the quest:
A Cultural Misundersting series by Lindzzz - In which Thorin pushes, and Bilbo doesn’t know how to handle emotions and finds himself engaged without realizing it.
Gladly A Fool With You by bendingsignpost - “Are you certain this is singing?” Bilbo asked, wincing at the cacophony of Lake-town in celebration. Thorin granted him a smile. “They seem to be. You disagree?”“Give me a bit of your ale and I might change my mind.”A laugh, an actual laugh! Hard to hear beneath the merriment, but true and strong. Bilbo vowed that instant he would hear that laugh properly. In so noisy a hall, that meant Bilbo would have to make him laugh very loudly indeed.
To Wake a King by PassionateIdiot - For a hobbit used to the many comforts of a hobbit hole, adjusting to sleeping in caves and against trees was hard. Bilbo often found himself too cold to fall into a deep slumber, and he’d wake up sorer than he’d gone to bed. But this morning was different. It was
warm and comfortable, and with the pleasant scent of worn leather and
fur pelts surrounding him it was hard to get up. He wanted to, very much
so. The thought that he could be lying over one of his companions was
bad enough as it was, but what if he was lying on top of Dwalin? The
dwarf would twist his head off. But this wasn’t Dwalin. No, he wished it was. He was quite sure this was worse.
Not the usual quest:
My Fair Hobbit by Erinye - Take a dragon and get rid of it, take a Kingdom under the Mountain and let it thrive under Thráin’s rule, take the King’s eldest son - as proud and arrogant as you can picture him - and then send him to the Shire in order to refine his diplomatic skills. Or, as his sister puts it: to grow them at last. Now, throw in the Master of Bag End playing host for the dwarf prince: you’ll get a clash of cultures, an ill-advised bet about educating a certain hobbit in the dwarf-lore, and all the pride and prejudice business you could hope for,
plus Khuzdul. A retelling inspired by My Fair Lady.
Starting a Stone by stickman - King-in-Exile Thorin Oakenshield leaves the Blue
Mountains and travels East, searching for work, and news of his father,
and any who will join him on a quest to retake his homeland. At an inn
in Michel Delving, he crosses paths with a Hobbit called Bo Took, who
turns out to be the most enjoyable company Thorin’s had in ages. But Bo
is also elusive, secretive, and somehow unsettling. Thorin also meets
Bilbo Baggins, who is charming and inquisitive and very strangely
ill—everyone knows it, even if no one will say it to his face. Entirely
improper and definitely irrational, Thorin’s fascination with these two
Hobbits threatens to lead him away from his quest, as he spends his
nights with Bo and his days with Bilbo. For his part, Bilbo just wants
to know what’s going on, and why he can never remember where he’s been,
or what he’s been doing. Bo Took and Bilbo Baggins share the same face,
and the same home, but they are not at all the same, and Thorin knows
this and hates it—and there are too many questions, and too few answers
all around.[a Jekyll & Hyde AU, for thehobbitpanda and the Hobbit Reverse Bang 2014]
Serve your Happiness by Anchanee - The first part of this series deals with the interactions between Thorin and Bilbo when they first meet in the Shire.Thorin,
as well as Fíli and Kíli had been forced by their king Thrain son of
Thror, to travel to the Shire and serve the hobbits who live there. This
way they can prove themselves to the thain of the Shire so that he will
permit trade once more, that will safe the dwarrows of the Blue
Mountains from dying of starvation.The Durins are desperate, the
hobbit is oblivious, yet after a lot of challenges they start developing
a sense of familiarity with each other, for some of them even love.
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes by diemarysues - Bilbo Baggins has been plagued with dreams for some
months, always filled with the same stranger: big hands, strong arms,
dark hair. It seems a mystery until he figures that it is a Dwarf,
though this only narrows down his search to every Dwarf in Erebor. When
he overhears mention of a special party in the Mountain he wishes
briefly that he can attend. But that’s ridiculous. He’s a Hobbit, not a
Dwarf.Turns out that’s not a problem when magic is involved.
That First Time We Met by diemarysues - When Bilbo accepted a job offer to be a lyricist, he didn’t expect the band’s lead to make another sort of offer entirely… Note: Don’t fear the tags, this fic is amazing, trust me
A Remover of Obstacles by MistakenMagic - "Dis often chided her older brother for being a misanthropist. She did it so often it had become a term of endearment. It was true that Thorin struggled with people; he struggled to form and maintain relationships. Dr. Grey had diagnosed him with this and Thorin hadn’t the heart to tell him this wasn’t a symptom of his PTSD, it was a symptom of his personality. He exercised a sense of apathy with almost everyone he met… But Bilbo was different. Thorin actually found himself wanting to know
more about him.”
Flowers and Flaws by Erinye - There are few things Thorin feels about as deeply as he
does about flowers - his nephews’ education, the conservation of
Derbyshire dales, Sunday’s lunch with Dís and the boys. Until one day a
stranger with flowers tattooed all over his arms shows up at the shop
and Thorin would rather like to indulge in the meaning of every single
blossom inked on the stranger’s skin. But the stranger may not be a
stranger after all and though he has flowers on his wrists, he may not
wear his heart on his sleeve. Bilbo Baggins is at a turning
point. Call it mid-life crisis, call it responsibility, call it teaching
Geography to kids in the bloody middle of Derbyshire. Of one thing
Bilbo is certain: disgruntled-yet-rather-endearing florists are not what he needs in his life right now. Definitely. A gift for Radiorcrist, based on hers and tosquinha’s Needles and Roses AU concept and art.
Shades of Red and Gold by lily_winterwood - “You seem to know a lot about it,” Thorin remarks. - “I’m
particularly adamant about debunking the common misconceptions about
this lifestyle,” replies Bilbo cheerily. “Though, I will admit I have
had first-hand experience.” “Really.” “There’s really nothing quite like it.” “I wouldn’t have, uh, thought you were…” Thorin’s blushing harder now. “We
come from so many different places,” says Bilbo with a small smile.
“And I suppose I’ve always had a bit of an adventurous streak.”Or,
the AU in which Bilbo owns a sex toy store, Thorin is hoping to get in
touch with his sexual wants and needs, and a delightful agreement is
struck between the two of them as a result.
Under Surveillance by aurasama - Bilbo is quite comfortable in his new job as a night guard. It’s just the break from constant sitting behind a desk the doctor suggested for
his aching back, with minimum personal risks and large amounts of quiet
time for drinking tea involved in a quiet office building. That is,
until a daring burglar breaks into the Brothers Ri, Inc. headquarters
and turns Bilbo’s pleasant nightly routines entirely upside-down -
repeatedly and permanently.
Hi! I absolutely love your writing! Thanks for being a wonderful person. :) I have a prompt. Sherlolly as ex-wife/husband?
Thank you very much Nonny! I hope you find this prompt fill to your liking. It’s angsty though, and dark too, I’ll give you fair warning for that.
She’d always shown interest in reconciliation. Her smiles, her light tone of voice, her jokes followed by hesitant offers of a date. All signals that she deeply regretted their split. He brushed every single one of them away. She wasn’t his wife anymore. In divorcing her, he had divorced himself from sentiment, or indeed any force of emotion that could weaken him as she had weakened him. Sherlock Holmes had done relationships. He wasn’t going to do them again.
Yet that didn’t stop his own mind from betraying him.