Thilbo "You're a bloody idiot!" Thorin yelled at Bilbo, forcing the Halfling against the rocky mountainside. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" His fist slammed down on the rock beside Bilbo's cheek.
Bilbo met Thorin's furious eyes, confused but defiant. "I saved you."
"For which I am eternally grateful," Thorin snarled, the truth in his words startling Bilbo. "But my life is not worth yours." His voice was soft, pain shining in his eyes. The fist that landed near Bilbo's face uncurled, moving slowly to the Halfling's cheek, cupping it gently. "My life will never be worth yours."
"You're wrong," Bilbo's voice was soft, so soft in fact that it was barely audible, but the words still fell upon Thorin's ears. Thorin cocked his head, noticing that Bilbo didn't push his hand away. He let his thumb explore the hobbit's face, amazed by the lack of facial hair. He had never felt skin so smooth in his life.
Never Been So WrongNever Been So Wrong3 years ago in Romance More Like This
AN: I recently started reading all of these really awesome Thilbo Bagginshield fics, and I have to say, the couple kind of freaked me out at first. I just couldn't imagine them being together, but after reading twenty-something stories about them and seeing the movie seven times (yes, I have actually seen it seven times) I ship them hard. So I decided to write a fic about them, since I love yaoi and have written several yaoi stories before.
And I know Bilbo is supposed to be 50 in the book/movie universe, but that's a bit weird for me, since Hobbit's live as long as humans do. So just pretend he's twenty or something.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hobbit or any of J.R.R Tolkien's stuff.
At first, all he thought of was the Shire. Of his soft, feather-down bed; his warm hearth, stocked pantry and never-ending supply of South Farthing pipe weed. All the pleasures of home were sorely missed, constantly calling for him to turn back and abandon his quest and h
Most TreasuredBilbo wasn’t sure what would happen when Thorin found out what he'd done. He was hoping – hoping desperately – that the King under the Mountain would at least listen to his reasoning for his actions. If not, then, well, there wouldn’t be much left of him. Thorin, when truly enraged, was even fiercer than Smaug.Most Treasured2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But Bilbo could not bear to see the ferocious lust for life in the eyes of Durin’s heir fade any further. He could not bear to watch idly as gold sickness destroyed everything Thorin and Company had worked and fought so hard for.
So he had taken the Arkenstone he had so carefully hidden from the dwarves and given it away.
The words he had spoken upon revealing the stone to Bard and Thranduil were true, but the truth of them ripped at his heart.
“This is the Arkenstone of Thrain, the Heart of the Mountain,” he had said, holding it up for their inspection, “And it is also the heart of Thorin. He values it above a river of g
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. I)The first time Thorin saw the Hobbit, he knew he would be a liability. As much as the Dwarf trusted Gandalf, there was an innocence in the little creature's eyes that could not be ignored. It only took a glance for him to know that this Bilbo Baggins was no burglar. Most likely, the Hobbit had never lifted a weapon in his life; he was ill suited to the rough conditions that this quest would no doubt yield. As such, Thorin wasted no effort hiding his contempt at Gandalf's choice. There was no possible way this small, comfortable being could take his place as a member of the Dwarven Company. He was no warrior; it was obvious that he would be nothing but a burden. And to think that the Wizard would risk the life of such an innocent creature in a battle that was not his to fight— the Dwarf King was nothing short of disgusted.Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. I)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thorin's mistrust and fury at the situation lasted through the first leg of their journey. By the time his company fell prey to the Great Goblin, his frustration a
SleepSleep2 years ago in Romance More Like This
AN: I was about to go to bed at 1 in the morning when I thought of this. Just a cute little fluff drabble, and the first K+ story I've ever written, and the first story under 1k words. Yay for me!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOTR of the Hobbit. Bless J.R.R Tolkien's heart for giving us fangirls such a wonder fandom to worship! ;D
Finally, the day had come. They would no longer be sitting on logs for chairs, using the ground for sleeping or using the woods as a bathroom. Actual handkerchiefs could be used for running noses, their filthy clothes could be washed as well as their grimy, dirt-laden skin.
The day had come were they could stay at an inn, and they all reveled in the fact. A certain Hobbit more than the others.
Gods, how I've waited for this day! Bilbo thought as they checked in and were shown to their rooms. He got his very own Hobbit sized chamber, with a feather-down bed, a pail for washing his face and a small fireplace.
He met his fel
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. II)The Dwarves quickly noticed that Bilbo was becoming their leader's favorite member of the Company. Thorin would walk with him as they trekked through the forest, helping his shorter companion over roots and rocks, catching him by the elbow when he stumbled. At night, the Dwarf Lord would be sure to save the Hobbit a spot by the fire, and assemble his bedroll in close proximity to the other's. In fact, since their run-in with the Pale Orc, Thorin was rarely seen apart from his burglar.Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. II)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
And of course, there was the incident that a few of the Company had witnessed the morning they left the Great Shelf; as they packed their supplies and made ready to move out, Bilbo was seen passing Thorin a bundle that was quickly recognizable as the Dwarf's own fur cloak. The little Hobbit was smiling and blushing, and the Dwarf King was careful not to make eye contact as he swung the garment over his shoulders and handed the burglar a pack of provisions. This exchange, along with their leader's actions
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. III)Life on the road was always hard. The Dwarves of Thorin's Company had reconciled themselves to this fact over years of travel; even Gandalf has done a great deal of wandering in his day, and was accustomed to the frugal lifestyle that the wilderness demanded. However, the fourteenth member of the band was entirely unused to going without the small comfort. For Bilbo Baggins, the greatest challenge of this adventure was not the Orcs or the Wargs; it was not the landslides and storms and giant men of stone, each seemingly set on wreaking havoc on the group of travelers. No, for Bilbo, the true struggle was the travel itself. The domestic little Hobbit, used to living a simple and sedentary life, was having a difficult time adjusting to the rough and tumble of the Dwarf's wayfaring ways. Never before had he gone so long without the simple comfort of a cup of tea and a good book. He was appalled when informed that heated baths were a commodity he would have to forgo. If you had told BilboBagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. III)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. IV)As their journey through the dark forest stretched on, the entirety of Thorin's company noticed a certain closeness developing between their leader and one Bilbo Baggins. Indeed, several had already taken wagers on when the Thorin's affection for the burglar would blossom into open courtship. As such, it was no surprise when, in a moment of distress, the Dwarf King's feelings finally showed through his actions.Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. IV)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Wargs had attacked in the night, charging from the depths of Mirkwood and surrounding the camp in minutes. They were feral beasts, trained by Orc masters long ago to despise Dwarfs and Men, but acting under no order. They fought brutally, driven by hunger and the fear of the unknown. The little band of warriors was soon pressed together, back to back in the center of their destroyed encampment, two dozen of the lean creatures circling them with teeth bared.
The battle was swift and bloody. Wargs charged at the cluster of Dwarves alone or in pairs, and were driven back each t
The Watchman THE WATCHMANThe Watchman2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was well known that Thorin Oakenshield was a hard head, stubborn to his very core and had a determination so fierce that he had chosen to take back Erebor with only thirteen dwarves and a Hobbit. It was his stubbornness that had ultimately caused his demise on the battlefield, something he would never back down from. He had defended his decision voraciously since arriving in the Haven. He had refused to go forth without his entire company and so he had sat in the Haven for nigh on seventy years, watching as each member of his company went through life without him. Kili and Fili, bless their hearts had crossed through to the Haven mere moments after he had and after much discussion – a word Thorin used lightly here for discussion between his two nephew could only be translated through fists – had elected to wait with him. Dwarves are uncannily loyal to those whom they love if they so choose to be.
So it was that Thorin had picked his place to watch the goings on
Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. V)For Bilbo, the next few days passed in a happy blur. Though the forest was dark and nearly overwhelming, the joy of his newfound love kept the little Hobbit in a cheery mood. The Company looked on in amusement and fondness, as their leader and burglar quietly grew bolder, soon showing their affection for each other openly. They walked together each day, slept in each other's arms at night. It was common to see them sitting quietly together by the campfire, Bilbo resting his head on Thorin's chest or carefully braiding his hair and beard. The other Dwarves were most supportive of their companions' courtship, and were happy to give their blessing. In all, though food was scarce and the road hard, the couple could not be happier.Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. V)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
After the adventure of Mirkwood, safe in the halls of Lake-Town, Thorin and Bilbo enjoyed their first private moment since their capture at Thranduil's hands. The Hobbit had slipped into the lavish room that the Men of Lake-Town had given the Dwarf King, and was
What shouldn't have been seenI had been sleeping soundly and calmly until the sound of a twig snapping loudly woke me up. It was sudden and loud, and in no time I was on both of my feet drawing my weapon out and looking around with nervousness. Were we under attack? Were enemies surrounded us? Was it the orcs again? I looked around in an almost paranoid manner, noticing how everyone was still asleep, including my brother Kili. Had they not heard the sound? I looked around, quickly counting all of us, and it didn't take my long to notice that two spots that had been previously occupied by sleeping people were empty. Well, one. The hobbit had been the one in charge of the lookout at this time. Thorin, however, could not be seen. Neither did Bilbo. I frowned as soon as I realised this. Had something happened to them?What shouldn't have been seen3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I remained silent, breathing lightly and to try and listen to another sound. I got up from where I had been laying the past hours. I took several steps forwards in complete silence as I listened intently
ShiveringI only noticed the absence of the hobbit from around the campfire once Bombur had finished preparing dinner. I had been silently staring at the red fire that had been heating the food, deep in thought, and had only been brought back to the real world when I had been given a bowl of soup by Kili.Shivering3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Uncle" He said as he handed it to me.
I silently thanked him and looked around, immediately looking around at the others, who were laughing and joking whilst eating dinner. Gandalf, Kili Fili, Bofur, Bofur, Bombur… they were all here, all except the Halfling. I started looking around, searching for him. Ever since what had happened a few days ago, him saying the why he hadn't gone back to his home and him saving me, I had been paying more attention to him and been more friendly towards him. Our relationship was changing, and that was evident for all. I couldn't help but to regret the way in which I had treated him before, and it almost was as if something inside me wanted to change that for so
ImpossibleBilbo wince and held his sides, as he tried to walk on but something was wrong but he didn't know what, The company's had stopped for the night after the eagles saved them from Azog and the other orcs, at first he thought nothing of it he didn't get hurt much maybe a couple of burns and scraps maybe some bruises, but this pain in him was not normal, he kept himself quiet as they found a mouth of an empty cave to sleep in.Impossible2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bofur handed him a bowel of something warm and wet, "You alright?" he asked noticing the pale look on the Hobbit's face
"Ummm yeah fine…I think."
"Running, it's all that running you're not use to it, get some of this down you, you be felling warm and fuzzy if not I'm sure you know who will keep you warm." He winked
"Ha funny." Bilbo smiled before he dropped it looking at the lumps of meat and the odd carrot in the watery juices, he thought maybe he was right he just needs to eat something, so he ate slowly and the warmth seem to be helping
"Burglar are you feel
Five Times Thorin Forgot to Be Majestic...1. HiccupsFive Times Thorin Forgot to Be Majestic...2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bilbo tugged his coat more tightly about his small frame and shivered, more from nerves than the chill.
It was a mere week into the journey – they had not even reached the furthermost borders of the Shire yet – and already he was beginning to feel a twinge of doubt about this quest.
The dwarves were pleasant enough. Fili and Kili’s relentless curiosity had subsided into boisterous, youthful over-familiarity. Ori had shyly made several attempts at conversation, as had Balin and Bombur. Bofur chatted freely to him as if he had known him forever, unthinkingly sharing his supplies of tobacco with the Hobbit as soon as Bilbo confessed he had forgotten his. Oin, Gloin, Dwalin and Nori more or less ignored him and Bifur contented himself by making happy mumbling noises and waving whenever he saw the hobbit.
The only one that made him uncomfortable was Thorin.
Bilbo cast an uneasy eye across the fire towards the leader of their company. The dwarf prince was sat idl
years without you“Are you sure about this?” Gandalf said he helped the sadden Hobbit on to the cart, the curly blonde being turned to look at the wizard and noddedyears without you2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I’m sure Gandalf.” He said, there is more he wants to say but couldn’t feel up to talking, he just wants to leave, go home to his Shire to his home and to be left alone, Gandalf nodded to him and climbed on bored himself and left Erebor, Bilbo tried to fight his tears back but in the end the rolled down his cheeks, Gandalf pulled the Hobbit close to him and let him cry gently into his side.
3 weeks he’s been in the Shire trying to restock his pantry and clean up, he had gotten work that his sister and brother in-law have died and that he was the guardian of his poor nephew Frodo, he has set up one of his many rooms for, he set the bed up and coved them in sheets, smiling at his handy work he walked outside to smoke his pip and wait for his nephew, he missed the company he couldn’t help b
Secret desires Ch1It was already dark by the time that we stopped walking that day. It had been a little more than two weeks since we had departed from Bag End towards our destiny, and while we had advanced a lot, it still wasn't nearly enough. That was easy to see for even someone like me who had never strayed too far from The Shire. As I laid down on the floor, trying to get some sleep on the cold earth, from which I was barely shielded by the piece of cloth that I was laying on, my thoughts wondered to the other dwarves, to my companions. They all had such ability that it was admiring, shocking and saddening for someone like me, who had none of such kind of abilities. I knew how to go unnoticed, but that was hardly comparable to know how to use a weapon expertly.Secret desires Ch13 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was a thought that had haunted me ever since we had departed and started the adventure. I was just a hobbit, no real smuggler and of no real use to the company or to Thorin. They, however, were the complete opposite. What would the compan
A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.A Not So Secret Family Moment2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nope, still there.
Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.
Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.
Again, still there.
Bilbo couldn't help but watch, swallowing hard, as Thorin slowly threaded his fingers through the dark gold locks, stopping every now and then to remove an errant twig or leaf.
His eyes were pulled from the entrancing dance those fingers were doing as they intricately plaited the golden locks when he heard
Thorin grumble at Fili, "Fil
The Hobbit - Starlight and StoriesThe rock seemed to have a personal vendetta against him.The Hobbit - Starlight and Stories2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Bilbo muffled a low groan in the leather of his rucksack – temporarily utilised as a pillow – and wriggled slightly, attempting to find a comfortable position. It was no good however, no matter which way he shifted the rock on which he lay refused to relinquish its crusade to become one with his spleen.
Sighing, Bilbo sat up and rubbed his face. The rocky terrain leading up to the Misty Mountains was so uncomfortable that virtually all of the company had decided to just power through it. The only ones capable of sleep were Bombur and Bifur, Bombur because his great size meant that he felt the insistent pressure of the stony ground far less than everyone else and Bifur because . . . well, he was Bifur.
“You’lright there Bilbo?” Bofur asked vaguely, from where he sat next to the Hobbit.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Bilbo lied. He was reluctant to complain. There was nothing anyone could do and e
Softly, My Frail Heart Beats BrokenlyThorin looked out over the battlefield and gave a harsh sigh. The battle was hard fought and at times it seemed like they would be overrun, but in the end the newly re-forged alliance of Elves, Men, and Dwarves overcame the seemingly un-ending hordes of Orc, Goblin, and Warg. They had won, but at the cost of so many lives.Softly, My Frail Heart Beats Brokenly3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Thorin Oakenshield and his company had succeeded at doing what all others thought impossible. They managed to drive Smaug out and reclaim Erebor and all its treasure, thanks to one person. One amazing little hobbit.
The hardness left his eyes and the grim line of his lips softened into a small smile at the thought of the halfling. How the Hobbit had changed from the 'grocer' he had originally thought him to be.
How the halfling had changed them all. How he had changed him.
He was shaken out of his thoughts by a voice yelling out his name.
"Thorin Oakenshield! Thank the valar I have found you! Come quick!"
He turned to face the grey wizard and whatever words he
Constantly you"Does it have to be this crowded? I'm rather uncomfortable..." Bilbo gasped as he attempted to slip out of the dog-pile the dwarfs crafted together in order to keep all of them "warm", when really it is just ridiculous and hot... not "warm". They insisted that Bilbo huddle with them to keep the cold off his skin which was "horribly out-matched" by the freezing conditions outside the semi-cave, so that and they didn't give him much of a choice to compete with it and dragged Bilbo in. It isn't too hard to tell that they must like his company.Constantly you2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Thorin, being the only dwarf not in the crowd, decided that instead of laughing from a distance at the sight, he would pull out the helpless hobbit who seemed to be basically begging for the assistance. He did giggle to himself though, it really was a hilarious sight to his eyes. Dragging him out of the dwarfish heap; Bilbo might as well have knocked the King to the ground as he lunged himself at him. Thorin caught the both of
Bagginshield cuteness pt. 2Thorin slowly woke up, feeling the hobbit slightly shift on top of him. Still half asleep, he tightened his grip around Bilbo, burying his nose against his neck, nuzzling it gently. He hasn't felt this good in quite a long time and he wanted to savour this as long as possible.Bagginshield cuteness pt. 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
Bilbo blushed slightly when he felt the other hold on tighter and snuggle to him, but he smiled and ran one of his hands through the others rather long hair and relaxed back against him.
Thorin felt the hobbit's small fingers playing with his hair and started to finally fully wake up. Slowly, he opened his eyes and smiled as soon he saw Bilbo. "Good morning.", he whispered and pressed a soft kiss to Bilbo's lips.
Bilbo smiled a bit and blushed lightly, continuing to play with Thorin's long dark hair as he returned the kiss. He smiled up to him when it ended and rested his head back on his chest. "Good morning."
Thorin chuckled as he saw Bilbo blushing again. Carefully, he stretched a bit, yawning slightly.
HauntedThorin couldn't quite put his finger on what was different about their burglar. Bilbo Baggins was a Hobbit, an ordinary Hobbit who had been craving the comfort of his own home since they left the Shire all those weeks ago. Since their subsequent journey, capture in the goblin kingdom and consequent escape from said goblins and finally the thrilling battle with Azog and his pack in which that regular, ordinary Hobbit had saved his life, and Bilbo had not been himself. The King Under The Mountain would be lying if he said he hadn't noticed.Haunted2 years ago in Drama More Like This
The question of what had changed for their Hobbit, correction his Hobbit haunted him at night. He laid awake for hours, pondering what exactly had changed about said Hobbit. It took him but two nights to pinpoint the exact moment when he had noticed the change in Bilbo. He had not been right since the Hobbit had been separated from their company in the halls of the goblin underworld.
It worried him immensely. Something had happened to Bilbo in that un
Hobbit - Little Acts of HeroismDwarves couldn’t swim, Bilbo had been surprised to discover.Hobbit - Little Acts of Heroism2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There were a great many things which, although they seemed quite natural to the dwarves, initially mystified the little Hobbit. Their method of greeting each other by smashing their skulls together was only the first incident in which he became aware of their unfamiliar customs. He quickly discovered more over the next few days of travelling and, in the privacy of his head; he wryly conceded that Gandalf had been right. The world was most certainly not in his books. To be entirely truthful, he learned more about the peoples of Middle Earth from one talk with the well-educated and surprisingly chatty Dori, than he had done in his entire life up until that point.
Needless to say, Dwalin’s nipple-ring had been a major eye-opener and even now the company liked to do impressions of Bilbo’s squeak of surprise upon noticing it. Bifur’s injury too had alarmed him, although in truth the axe firmly lodged in his