The next day, you find yourself still wondering what Thorin bought and why he brought it. When you came home last night, it was completely gone. It was like it never existed in the first place. You had asked Frerin where the two packages went and he just shrugged. You knew he was lying because he could never look you in the eyes when he did. You just sighed and let Thorin do what he wanted to do. He was such a weird cat.
“C’mon, Thorin dear, it is simply a game and I won the first round.” You gloated, walking over to Thorin and offering him your hand.
It had been quite the comical scene to watch the majestic, great King Under the Mountain suddenly land on his behind after you had swiftly pulled the last, remaining chair away. Thorin slapped your hand, earning a giggle from your part as he rose to his feet, marching loudly to the existing doors of the Dining Hall.
Each step he took matched his rising anger, while he clutched his hands into a tight, balled fists.
“May your tea be too hot when you come to receive it and too cold when you remember to drink from it.” Thorin grumbled under his breath, scowling upon hearing your laughter mingled with the rest of the Company’s echo through the halls.
Thorin was going to have to live with the embarrassment that had just occurred for the rest of his life. His Company was never going to forget this, nor were they going to stop reminding him of it.
Requested by @nobodys-baby-now . I am so so sorry that this went up so late. I hope you enjoy it.
Ever since Bilbo laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one.
When the dwarves arrived at his home in Bag-End, and you came piling in like
the rest of them, he didn’t seem to be as hostile towards you as he did the
others. A simple misunderstanding led him to love you even more, and you him.
Bilbo watched as you were laughing and carrying on with Fili
and Kili. They seemed to flirt with you from time to time, and he became
jealous. What he didn’t realize was, you were only friends with the dwarves.
There was no spark there at all; just friendship.
After endless teasing and taunting from the Company, Bilbo
had enough. He marched straight to where you were sitting with the boys and
demanded to know why they continuously flirted with you.
Bofur, from the other side of the campfire, blurted, “Oi
there Bilbo, you in love with the lass?!” He chuckled.
The hobbit blushed and became even more flustered.
Fili finally understood what was going on.
“We are not
flirting with her. It’s nothing like that.”
Bilbo quietened down.
Kili shook his head. “Nah. Nothing like that.”
Bilbo took a long, relieved breath and turned his gaze
towards you. “Y/N, would you like to take a walk with me while Bombur is
preparing for supper?”
“It would be my
pleasure master Baggins.” You replied.
The Company continued to tease as you and Bilbo walked away,
and he led you into a clearing in the woods nearby.
He grabbed you by the hands and looked into your eyes. “Y/N,
I need to tell you something. I…I honestly don’t know how to say this. But…”
“You love me don’t
you Bilbo?” You giggled.
“Well then, that makes two of us.”
Bilbo turned a bright shade of red. “What?”
You pecked him on the cheek lightly and smiled before
walking away, leaving Bilbo to ponder what had just happened.
I’m so disappointed when elves in fiction are merely immortal humans with pointy ears, and dwarves are just short humans with beards. Perhaps others enjoy it, but I am bored of banal human conflicts and vices projected ad nauseam onto supposedly inhuman races.
I want to see things that really make me believe elves and dwarves and other fantasy races aren’t just disguised humans. Show me strange biology, incomprehensible minds, impossible virtues and unthinkable sins, oddities and curiosities of all kinds.
I think that’s what drew me to Tolkien’s races, who have exactly those kinds of quirks that set them apart from ordinary humans - like dwarves having only 1/3 of their race female, or elves being capable of telepathy. I love fic that explores the consequences of these strange characteristics most of all.