Okay, so I’ve had an idea for a #bagginshield au for quite some time now, and yes, I know it’s been done before, but I’m not certain it’s been done in the way that I plan it to, idk. The idea sprang forth once I read that quote and ohmygod it really hit home for me and soon things got waaay out of hand and well, here we are. Still, if I ever do get around to it, I don’t think I’d mind it being like the other au’s out there; What’ll matter is that this is my version of it and I think I’ll find great pleasure in writing it. And that’s what writing is about, yeah? Enjoying something. Okay, so without further ado:
“I have been falling from the rim
of a great, high place, somewhere back in time, for many more years than I have
lived in this life. And through all of those years, I have been falling toward
James Walter, The Bridges of Madison
Oakenshield, son of Durin awakes in the halls of his fathers, soul at peace and
body laid to rest. He has made amends with his burglar, although there were many things left unspoken… No matter, he and his Company have achieved their Quest,
and Erebor is reclaimed. His death was not in vain, and many a song will be
sung of the deeds done. Now, Thorin Durin awaits the peace and relaxation that
comes with his departure from the world of the living. The Maker, however, has plans
for him yet, as matters of the heart have still not been fully resolved for the
King beneath the Mountain.
Or, in other words, one more bagginshield au where Thorin is given the chance to live once, twice, three times, and more for reasons only the Maker knows. He’s utterly clueless as he strides on, not really believing that no, it isn’t over quite yet. Years, lives, pass on for him in the blink of an eye and each one is steadily becoming worse and worse as he realizes how truly and utterly alone he is and unable to get rid of this nagging feeling that something, someone is missing… But no, of course the possibility of ever winding up with him is… impossible. That’s not to say that Thorin hasn’t collided with Bilbo in his past lives accidentally, no, they’ve always been orbiting around each other, like the moon and a comet shooting past, never to cross paths. He has accepted this, has had to accept it, really.
Still, it is always when Thorin lays eyes on him, his burglar, that he remembers that life, that one precious moment, all the others becoming a blur, obsolete. Be it by brushing his shoulder against his whilst walking down the street, or seeing him in a window as he strolls by, hearing that familiar laughter in a corner somewhere, or by spying the messy, golden curls of his head before they are out of sight again… All these minuscule encounters Thorin remembers, and for the first time in a very long time (years, maybe, he’s lost count) , he’s felt alive again, a sense of purpose crashing into him in waves.
Despite his feelings, he cannot face him, cannot go after him, not with how things ended last they spoke…
But then again, who’s to say that maybe Thorin Oakenshield, son of Durin the Deathless, was purposefully placed once, twice, three times, and more on this Earth to chase after Bilbo Baggins?