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.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
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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
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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