#bagginshield is mentioned...

[wltsquareih]

More family shenanigans...

[vargdottern]

why couldn't i have inherited the science autism. why did i get the one that makes me obsess over fictional gay people and men older than my dad

[elrondss]

Thorin Oakenshield without a tummy is like an angel without its wings

[wolfsbane-and-nettles]

I saw a screenshot of some video where this one couple weaved their toes together when they lay down on the couch foot to foot — and it’s haunted me. It got me thinking though: What’s the cringiest couples thing that Bilbo and Thorin do? Something that they think is totally normal and fine, but then Dwalin walks in and he’s torn between seeking therapy or just eyedrops?

I’d love to hear everyone’s ideas — curiosity has me going mad.

I’m not talking finishing each others sentences or high fiving after sex. I’m talking about really awkward, cringy and uncomfortable for outsiders.

I think in Erebor, when they’re living in pure, full-blown domesticity, that they ask each other about their bowels.

Started off when Thorin was sick once, and Bilbo, being a hobbit and a caring-soul, is like “You look like death, what does your poop look like?” Because for hobbits, they’re like “ah, need more fiber.” Or “you know, your immune system sucks. Here’s some kale.”

So whenever either of them feels under the weather, even in the slightest, they ask the question “how’s your poop?”

At first, Thorin was awkward about it — like, why did his husband need to know that? Now he loves it because it’s a sign of care and a family thing — even if he thinks hobbits are invasive in the weirdest ways…it did make him more health conscious.

But then, one day during dinner or something, Thorin is getting Bilbo seconds and is really piling high the spinach more than normal…by a lot.

Kili asks why.

“Huh? Oh, his poop is yellow-ish and smells worse than orc ass…” He says casually, so used to it that he doesn’t think about it and just carry’s the plate of greens to his husband.

This is inspired by my own family — gross as it may be. But I’d love to hear yall’s headcannons about their silly and possibly gross couples habits.

[ruinkiwi]

Inciting incident

[johnmurphysgirl]

Thorin: *gasp* why you bring me a hobbit

Gandalf: *le shrug*

Thorin:

Gandalf:

Thorin: can I keep him?

[thicctails]

when I finish my PJO fic, I think i'll turn my attention to a lil Hobbit/LoTR au/fic idea I've been simmering in m'brain

I call it "The Very Scaly Fauntling" AU. Its a Bagginshield au where Bilbo leaves after the Battle of the Five Armies (Thorin, Fili and Kiri all live) still assuming he's banished, and ends up discovering he's pregnant on his way back to the Shire. (cliche i know, but i love it) He stays in Mirkwood bc traveling while pregnant is a Very Bad Idea, bonding with the elves and Gandalf. One day, he discovers a shiny green rock in the garden that reminds him of the Shire, so he puts it in his cozy room, just above his hearth.

Spoiler alert, its not a rock, and months later Frodo Harma Oaken-Baggins gets a 'twin' brother, Glade Gorthnóna Oaken-Baggins, the most Hobbit-ish little dragon to ever live.

[quatari]

yo lotr tumblr. ive been doing readalouds of the hobbit recently, and have started lotr today, so thought i oughta give myself a shoutout. go talk with me about tolkien or check out my horrendous attempts at learning the flute, shire theme flavored!

[minisculecosmos]

I never thought I’d be one for Bagginshield, honestly not sure that I totally am now, but something about reading more into the words they say to each other and in the movies, the overall body language and vibes… like yes I would like to go feral over these two. One interspecies queer platonic relationship coming right up. Brainrot? Absolutely.

[osakateto]

I read a new fanfic where Frodo travels to the past and accompanies Bilbo on his adventure. I recommend it.

It has a bit of Fili/Frodo, it's a 'crack' ship or a rare 'ship? Idk but I find it cute. I made a drawing of one of the dialogues.

Heres the fic

[lotrfanig]

when you scroll through bagginshield stuff and make yourself cry when you remember that Thorin dies and he and Bilbo dont get to just go and live happily ever after-

[vargdottern]

life sucks for a plethora of reasons but hey at least there's fictional gays

[moonlightandpalmtrees]

Genuinely curious to those of you who make fandom playlists. What’s the most out there, “you really have to squint and turn your head to see it” or slightly embarrassing songs on one of your playlists

I’ll go first. On the “you really have to have brainrot to see it” side, I have Guilty as Sin by Taylor Swift on a Holmes/Watson playlist. Also, Tounges and Teeth by The Crane Wives on a Bagginshield playlist.

On the slightly funny or embarrassing side, Criminal by Britney and E.T by Katy Perry on a Garak/Bashir playlist. Im not at all ashamed.

[hardcorefangirlgroupie]

6. Sword

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/MM/M Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies) Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Dís (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien)

Summary : It's a very special day for the whole family and even the dwarves in Erebor: Frodo receives his first sword, his wooden sword! The significance of the passage from toddler to child. Frodo's first royal event.

[thatidiots-art]

i just found out that my first lgbtq otp EVER was bagginshield,,,,

I ALWAYS THOUGHT IT STARTED WITH COUNTRYHUMANS.

[its-still-atlass]

how about a sweet, romantic bagginshield treat? 😊

One sweet, romantic Bagginshield treat coming right up! Thank you @sunnyrosewritesstuff for the ask <3

To Someone From A Warm Climate

Pairing: Fem!Bagginshield

Type of Treat: Sweet, Romantic

Word Count: 522

Thorin woke before Bilbo, as she often did. They were curled in on one another under layers of heavy blankets, hoping to stave off the growing cold of the mountain. Winter had befallen the mountain as quick as a blink, halting all sense of normalcy. Postponed were council meetings, cancelled were diplomatic host duties, and travel plans were now as distant in the future as the first melt of Spring. As she lay there, she absently wondered at the work that would build up over the season. Surely there would be much to do with little time to do it, and soon, the Queen's time would be kept away from the only one who deserved it.

Bilbo shifted in her arms then, sighing a soft sound of discontent; her cold nose burying itself into the burning skin of the dwarf's chest. Thorin had to hold back a sleepy chuckle at the motion. Her love was ever so greedy when it came to warmth; such a Hobbitish desire it was. Of course, she remedied this quickly, weaving a sure hand through the short honey curls she adored so, cradling the smaller woman all the closer. Lazily, she smiled at the instant hum of validation for the action. Hobbits, she had also come to know, were rather predictable.

"Too cold... Th...orin..." Bilbo's muffled whine drifted through the air, half awake. "Blasted... mountain..."

"I know, amrâlimê," Thorin whispered back, sleep deepening her voice. She pressed a quick kiss to the small patch of mussed hair peaking out of their sheets. "The fire's gone out. I'll fix it when it is properly morning. Sleep now."

"You sleep as well... Dream—" A violent yawn interrupted the hobbit's mumbled message. "Dream with me..."

"Yes, yes."

Bilbo turned silent for a moment then, and Thorin wondered how sleep could return so easily to close her eyes and soothe her mind. It almost made her jealous. A restful night, of which she'd grown to appreciate, came with soft touches and gentle reassurances, and the hum of simpler tunes, echoing over the rocks and stones of their shared confines.

"Thorin?" Came the quiet voice once more.

"Yes?"

"When will Spring come again?"

"Soon, my love. Just sleep and it will arrive."

Despite the blankets, and the warmth of another in the bed, the hobbit shivered, and mental notes to source more layers were made. A secret, perhaps, that this simple problem was the greatest one Thorin bore. If pressed, she'd lie and claim Summer her favourite, with the sun kissing peachy skin, freckling faces, and revealing generous curves in the sticky heat. In actuality, it was the dread of night and the bite of cold that was most alluring. In the pillow fort of their wedding bed, Thorin could fall in love a hundred times over. It happened easy, and as natural as the tangle their bodies made.

Thorin paid no mind as the stone bore the brunt of winters worst outside. Instead, she listened to the consort of Erebor sleeping soundly in her arms; her soft, gentle snores a lullaby threatening to close the Queen's half-lidded eyes once more.