#wanderingquill
Trip to Shire.
He is aware of the jests being made at his expense, that out of a mountain, Thorin Oakenshield has the poorest sense of direction of any Dwarf ever born. It’s a Durin trait that has thankfully passed over his sister-sons and most of his cousins but then there are, indeed, Certain Circumstances as to why Thorin was still blessed or cursed with this specific family trait.
It doesn’t matter right now, anyway.
It had taken him weeks of getting lost in his own bloody mountain to admit the truth that he’s tried to bury down deep, ever since a Certain Moment upon the battlements of Erebor - a moment that involved rage and betrayal and the look on a Certain Hobbit’s face. It is a grief and pain he sees mirrored in his own face when Thorin allows himself the space to be alone, away from duty and responsibility and the rebuilding of a kingdom.
There are also, of course, other memories that bring just as much pain. Stolen kisses, an embrace, the warm weight of one’s beloved in his arms, soft laughter and gentle jests, the scent of curly auburn hair, the smoothness of skin against his rough hands. It is worse when he dreams of these, because it will always end to him waking up in a cold bed and an empty room and two simple words.
I wish.
A Dwarf will never get lost if he’s finding he’s way home. And this is what Thorin Oakenshield is doing now, step by step, his own stone-sense unerringly steering him in the direction of the Shire, to the Hobbit that he now knows will mean home for him from now on. The King Under the Mountain again sleeps on hard ground under the stars and the Moon and still he dreams and the dreams, while they bring back cherished memories, are all the worse upon his waking. But this time, things are different. He wakes to his companions, his sister-sons, who for once, have the kindness not to tease him. And he wakes with two simple words etched in his heart.
I hope.
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I FICCED. AGAIN. BEAUTIFUL ARTPROMPT IS BEAUTIFUL. PLS TO BLAME WANDERINGQUILL FOR INFLICTING HER PLOT BUNNIES ON ME. ALSO ON KILI BECAUSE HE CAN’T RESIST THE CUTE AND THE FUZZY…..
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By sey
The first rule anyone learns about babies - whether Elfling, Dwarfling Badger, Hobbit Fauntling or a Human Child - is that they are rather fond of pulling one’s hair.
Bilbo had done his share of babysitting duties for tiny cousins and said tiny cousins adored Big Cousin Bilbo who could tell the best stories and make the best sweets. So he thought he was fairly prepared for Frodo… except that he really, really should have counted on Frodo inheriting those remarkable Durin blue eyes and the adorable puppy expression that went with them. So poor Bilbo could only wince and coax Frodo not to pull too hard on his marriage braid, which the little dwobbit was inexplicably fascinated with.
Frodo was a remarkably good-tempered dwobbit baby and generally well-behaved and quiet, content with observing anything and everything with those wide blue eyes, unless one tried to pry chubby dwobbit fingers off one’s braid and then Mahal help you. EvenGandalfhad to resign himself to letting part of his beard be enfolded in one tiny fist when he carried around the tiniest Prince of Erebor.
And Thorin had to hide his smile when Frodo managed to bend ThranduilElven-king, of all people to his will, snuggled against the Elf’s shoulder holding contentedly on to a lock of long golden hair.
Eventually Balin had to admit to Bilbo that this was a Durin trait through and through. Thorin was much the same as a babe, content to sit quietly in the company of the adults - especially King Thror - happy as long as he was holding on to one of Grandda’s braids. So Bilbo shook his head and smiled as his ridiculously adorable husband and son wreaked havoc upon the hearts and sensibilities of the free folk of Middle-earth, with some additional help from their equally ridiculously adorable nephews.
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I FICCED AND I AM NOT SORRY.
BLAME WANDERINGQUILL FOR BRINGING ME STUFF TO SQUEE OVER OKAY.
THIS MAY BE A RESULT OF THAT PLOT BUNNY THAT WENT MISSING A FEW POSTS BACK SINCE IT WAS A FRODO AS THORIN AND BILBO’S ACTUAL DWOBBIT BABY BUNNY….
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”there there angry face”
”no. I am angry and your fluffy yellow sunshine will not calm my WRATH”
#thorin and bilbo
#fili and kili (JUST AS BROS, OKAY, GEEZAS YOU GUISE I SWEAR….LOL)
(darthstitch is not a fan of durincest, btw so her muses are strictly bros but she does not run a hate blog so she will not harsh anyone’s fili/kili otp squee or argue about durincest because she believes in a free ocean of shipping and she is happy to sit in her happy corner of shipdom and squee okay? OK.)
Thorin: Mahal, I am not that grumpy. And sometimes places get switched around.
Bilbo: Although I must say it’s adorable when Thorin is the one being a Happy Duckling of Fluffy Yellow Sunshine.
Thorin: *facepalm* Beloved!
Bilbo: Okay, let me amend that to Happy MAJESTIC Duckling of Fluffy Yellow Sunshine. Oi!
*Thorin has drawn an arm around Bilbo’s waist, pulled him close and has buried his face in Bilbo’s neck and NO HE IS NOT BLUSHING*
Bilbo: *blushes too* Um. We both get like that sometimes but today it’s his turn. *sneaks kiss into Thorin’s hair*
Me: WANDERINGQUILL THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT…..
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Thorin: You are going to get me in so much trouble with my hobbit on this.
Bilbo: He laughed. Fell off the throne laughing his confounded Dwarrow butt off. *sulks*
Thorin: Only because this … um…. picture…. reminded me of how adorable you are, beloved.
Bilbo: Adorable like a rodent you mean. *more sulking*
Thorin: Adorable because you are…. er…. short…. er… your height is pleasing to me because you are just the right size for me to do this…. *nuzzles one Very Disgruntled Hobbit* and this …. *drops a kiss into Bilbo’s neck right where it tickles, making Bilbo giggle*
Bilbo: Stop! Stop! *more giggles* Thorin, you are not kissing your way out of this — eep!
We interrupt this post as His Majesty, Thorin II, has currently carried off his loudly protesting (and giggling) Consort for an Important Discussion. Sorry we’re not sorry?
aww YISSS. you guys see it too. Bilbo I’m sorry but between the flowers, the animals big brown eyes and the “yavanna what was that?!? expression it looks a lot like you.
But Thorin you got yourself in trouble by literally falling to the ground laughing at the similarities between the meadow mouse and your beloved consort.
Kili: Look, I’m just going to leave this here for… uh…. scientific comparison. Yeah. That’s right. *runs for dear life*
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Thorin: You are going to get me in so much trouble with my hobbit on this.
Bilbo: He laughed. Fell off the throne laughing his confounded Dwarrow butt off. *sulks*
Thorin: Only because this … um…. picture…. reminded me of how adorable you are, beloved.
Bilbo: Adorable like a rodent you mean. *more sulking*
Thorin: Adorable because you are…. er…. short…. er… your height is pleasing to me because you are just the right size for me to do this…. *nuzzles one Very Disgruntled Hobbit* and this …. *drops a kiss into Bilbo’s neck right where it tickles, making Bilbo giggle*
Bilbo: Stop! Stop! *more giggles* Thorin, you are not kissing your way out of this – eep!
We interrupt this post as His Majesty, Thorin II, has currently carried off his loudly protesting (and giggling) Consort for an Important Discussion. Sorry we’re not sorry?
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Baby Nala plying with a ribbon
plot bunny demands Frodo gets a baby sister, Darthstitch heed the angry bunny.(lann is hiding in the corner with Toothless. this bunny is PISSED if there isn’t a dwobbit girl to cuddle with)
Kili: I AM SENDING IN REINFORCEMENTS. Look, Uncle Bilbo and Uncle Thorin can only handle one dwobbit baby at a time okay????
Get ‘em, Usagi-san!!
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