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This was commissioned from Lorbalith. You can find more of her amazing art on Insta here. I couldn't be happier with how this turned out!! This was commissioned for one of my fics, and you can also find the art embedded within it as well.

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The Burden Of Choice

Bagginshield - E Raited- 56k Words

Summary:

Thorin Oakenshield is the crown prince of one of the strongest kingdoms in Middle-earth, but over the last year, the kingdom has struggled to maintain its position among the ruling powers of Middle-earth. Erebor was held under vicious siege by the dragon Smaug, who terrorised the land and wiped out the nearby human settlement of Dale. The hardship forces Erebor into a difficult position, creating no other choice but for King Thror to seek alliances with other kingdoms and races through the bonds of marriage. Will Thorin see this as his duty to his kingdom, or take another path entirely?

Below the cut is the snippet context for the art. Spoiler Warning.

“Separate them,” Thror ordered. 

“No!” Thorin roared. “Sigin'adad, please give us a chance to explain!” 

“Thorin, you have caused enough trouble for this mountain. Let the hobbit return to his own people. We will speak after.” The King turned and walked away with the older hobbit and let the guards carry out his decree.

They were separated from each other immediately as the guards ripped them from each other's grasp. They dragged Bilbo back by the arms, and the hobbit winced in pain. Most of these soldiers had never touched a hobbit, and in their struggle to keep hold of the slippery creature, they were hurting him.

Thorin elbowed the dwarf, holding him in the face, and reached for Bilbo, who was trying to do the same. Their fingers never met, as his knees were kicked out from under him, and he hit the ground hard, his hair spilling in front of him. He looked up with a snarl, baring his teeth like a wild animal, and tried again. This time, he was punched in the chest just hard enough to knock the wind out of him with a warning to stay down. Bilbo screamed his name. He looked up to see him beating his fists against the chest of the dwarf holding him. When he realised he couldn't fight his way out, he bit the restraining hand, causing the guard to drop him. Before the hobbit could get his legs under him, another stepped in to grab him, catching him around the neck to avoid getting bitten. Bilbo spluttered, tears streaming down his face. 

“Let go of him!” Thorin’s shout was cut short when Dwalin appeared in front of him. 

“Get a hold of yourself, Thorin.” His friend growled.   

“They’ll hurt him!” He looked at his friend, whom he had not seen in months, and willed him to understand what he could not say. 

Dwalin looked behind him, where Bilbo was haphazardly dropped onto the floor, lying half on his side and rubbing at his neck. He was small and slippery, but he was no match for inherent strength. Even still, it took several to subdue him without using lethal force. He was surrounded by guards with terror and uncertainty in his eyes, and Thorin was breaking at the sight of it, unable to offer any comfort or assurances.

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they are not looking at a bird. It is a fallen hair of their uncle that looks like a bird...

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Notice

~🗡️Bagginshield🛡️~

All audiences, no warnings apply

It starts out small. He notices it first after the Carrock, but when he later thinks back, he realises that it had been happening long before then. Whenever something goes wrong, or there's tension around their evening fire, Bilbo seeks him out. Often, the Hobbit doesn't even say anything; he just sits by Thorin's side and offers comfort with just his presence. He even starts to take some of the weight of Thorin's burden at times, getting the Company out of difficult situations or making the decisions about their next steps.

Whether he knows what he's doing or not, the halfling quickly becomes essential to Thorin.

It grows as they near Erebor. Bilbo speaks for Thorin in front of the Menfolk, standing forward on his behalf. Though reluctantly, he agrees to face the dragon alone, so that the Company might be informed about what they are facing. He helps as best he can in their confrontation with Smaug, and while Thorin is deep in the throws of the Gold Sickness, and as the Dwarves prepare for battle. Bilbo is always there, always on the periphery. Always at Thorin's side, unless ordered elsewhere.

It almost ends when Thorin nearly tosses the Hobbit to his death, and then again when Thorin is injured during that last battle. For weeks afterwards, while he's lying in his sick bed feeling trapped and frustrated by his slow healing, Thorin burns himself alive from the inside with shame and guilt and gut-wrenching fear at what he almost did. Even with Bilbo visiting him daily, and constantly assuring him that all was forgiven, Thorin berates himself for what he almost did. After all, the Arkenstone incident is just another moment of Bilbo being there for him, somehow knowing what's best for him once again.

But it doesn't end. As Thorin slowly settles into his role as King Under the Mountain, surrounded by countless advisors and council members, there is one person that he consistently turns to before he makes a final ruling. Every Council Meeting, every Kings' Audience, he takes his time to look around the room, searching through upturned faces until his gaze alights on that sweet, plump, freckled creature. And Bilbo is always there, ready and willing to help him shoulder his burden, even if it's just with a steadying look or a re-assuring smile.

As it continues, Thorin begins to get complacent, He starts to expect that Bilbo will just ... Be there. The Hobbit's constant presence has become part of daily life in Erebor, and he begins to take it for granted that Bilbo will never be too far away. So one morning, when he turns to the Hobbit's usual spot at the Council table and finds it empty, all of that old panic and pressure immediately descends upon him once more. In his shock, he realises that he truly doesn't know how he will do any of this alone, should Bilbo decide to leave.

Without another word, Thorin runs out of the meeting, much to the confusion of the remaining Council members, and he tears through Erebor, desperately searching everywhere that he can think Bilbo might be. He finally stumbles upon the Hobbit in the Library, and skids to a halt at the sight of him tucked away into a corner, surrounded by dusty tomes, deeply invested in the one that is currently spread open in his lap. He has his bare feet tucked under him as he leans back in the wingbacked chair he's found, and he looks so at home, so at peace, that Thorin's chest is once more filled with warmth and light and air.

And in that moment, he understands the significance of his feelings. Because through Bilbo's steady, consistent offerings of selfless support, Thorin finally understands that he has fallen helplessly in love with this unusual, pompous little creature. At that moment Bilbo looks up, seemingly surprised to see him, but Thorin doesn't allow him that chance to speak. Instead, he staggers forward and drops to his knees before his burglar, and says the one thing that he hopes will mean that Bilbo never leaves his side.

"Marry me."

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Happy Birthday to me!! 🥳🥳 I've been wanting a Ladyhawke AU forever and today was the perfect day to unveil it. Big MEGA HUGE thank you to @devon-chestnut for being my number one cheerleader with this fic and creating for me this lovely banner. 🥰

Just Out of Reach

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Status: In-progress (2/8)

Tags: Post-Battle of Five Armies | Inspired by Ladyhawke (1985) | magical transformations | Married in Laketown | Mutual Pining | Dragon Curse | Possessive Behavior by OC | Near Death Experiences | Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Bilbo and Thorin were cursed by Smaug upon recovering the Arkenstone. Bilbo sets out to break the curse at the same time that a Blacklock dwarf appears in Erebor claiming to be Thorin's Consort. With friends old and new they must return to save Erebor and remove the dragon's curse from the Arkenstone or Bilbo and Thorin will forever remain...just out of reach.

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New Chapter: Chapter 1- Strange Travel Companions

Estel followed him warily. The dwarf still had yet to drop his hood, but given he didn’t have any other choice he thought it best to trust him. For now. They found a cavern that wasn’t too deep, although the dwarf was quite insistent on checking it for traps before they decided to camp there. After they had a fire going and he shared his rations and salve did the dwarf start to ask questions.

“So what are you doing out here alone?”

“I could ask the same of you.” He returned.

The dwarf smirked. “I’m not alone. I have all the company I need right here.” He replied as his hands glided through the fox’s fur once more.

Estel wrinkled his nose, not sure what to make of him before deciding to be honest.

“I was separated from my hunting party.” He admitted.

“Ah.” The dwarf remarked. “Then your best bet is to make for Rivendell. Should only be another two to three days' journey from here.”

“You know where Rivendell is?” Estel remarked in surprise.

The dwarf nodded as he reached for his pipe and lit it. His features briefly were illuminated, but Estel couldn’t make out much other than his short dark beard and his beak-like nose.

“Aye. Been there before.”

“Could you take me there then?” Estel asked eagerly.

The dwarf shook his head. “No.” He answered softly. “My path is my own, and you’ll find that I won’t be here by first light.”

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The Metallurgist: Chapter 5

A random Thursday update, anyone? Listen, if anyone out there has even a vague idea of what is happening to my upload schedule then please get in touch, no questions asked about where you're getting your information from.

Anyway!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65617336/chapters/168947386

A couple of tags have been added, as well as some warnings at the start of the chapter which might be worth checking out. And as a reminder, this is an E-rated fic (this chapter is very E), so minors please DNI.

Enjoy :)

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the king!!!

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Day 7- New Plot Bunny #3

This is the final plot bunny! I'll do a poll next week to determine which of the three you thought was the best. If you missed the first two: Here's Plot Bunny #1 and Plot Bunny #2. New fic for my birthday tomorrow! I hope everyone is excited and thank you so much for following along with me this week.

The Dragon's Thief

Rating: G (may be E for the fic, haven't decided yet)

Warning(s): N/A

Ship: Bagginshield

Words: 1004

Summary: Dragon Thorin AU. Thorin has had dreams for months of someone coming to steal the Arkenstone from the Durin Clan, and he can not abide by it. However, upon their first meeting, Thorin realizes something terrible, the thief is his One. Can Thorin resist the call of fate and the stone, or will he betray his clan in Bilbo's name?

A small hand scratched at his scales making Thorin purr in delight. He had never felt so relaxed or happy in his life.

“That’s it. My strong, beautiful prince.”

Thorin didn’t know who the voice belonged to, but he knew he wanted to listen to him forever. 

“Who would have thought a little stone would be enough to tame a dragon?”

There was something unpleasant about that assessment, tickling at the back of his mind, but Thorin ignored it. As far as he was concerned, the voice wasn’t wrong. He belonged to it. 

“I would have bent to you even without the Arkenstone.”

Thorin finally lifted his eyelids enough to meet the gaze of the one petting him. An owner of twinkling hazel eyes.

“I know. I never have to worry about you, amrâlimê (my love).”

It was the dream. The dream that had been plaguing Thorin for months now. They varied in what he was doing in the dream or what the conversation was like, but one constant of the dream was the Arkenstone and Thorin existing as a slave to the voice because of it. He didn’t know him yet, but Thorin already hated him. The owner of the voice that twisted his insides. The Arkenstone Thief. 

That’s how he explained them to his father and grandfather. Someone planned on stealing the Arkenstone and enslaving their clan. He couldn’t bring himself to explain the other aspects of the dream. It would shame them to know how weak the voice made him, and it only made Thorin hate the voice more. At first they brushed him off as an overactive imagination. However, the longer the dreams went on, the more paranoid his grandfather became. Until he finally decided to do something about it.

Thorin leaned up against the stone pillar, his nostrils flaring in his irritation causing a small tendril of smoke to escape. He was a prince, not a soldier. He didn’t deserve guard duty just because he was the one who brought it up. However, his grandfather would take no chances. The Arkenstone had been removed from the throne and placed deep within the treasury. There were two guards at every entrance outside the treasury, and only the family members Thror still trusted were placed inside the treasury. That included Thorin. The only reason why Thorin hadn’t thrown more of a fit was because last night, the dreams suddenly stopped. A sure sign that the Arkenstone Thief would strike and soon. 

Thorin’s eyes roved the golden sea of treasures, his gaze softening as a feeling of calm rolled over him. He quickly straightened up, shaking himself free of the gold’s siren call. He hated spending long periods of time here. It was well known what gold did to a dwarf’s mind. Dragon sickness. 

Legend said that Mahal had made eight Clans, not seven when he first gave life to the dwarves. The name of the father of this clan was lost to time. Now they are just referred to as wyrms. It was said they fell hard and fast to the gold’s calling and that eventually they could not revert back to their dwarven form. They were trapped as dragons no longer able to craft or mine the gold, but hoard it deep within their mountain. It was a cautionary tale to all dwarves. The cost of forsaking their family and people for the metal of their craft. The last dragon to have been lost to dragon sickness took the name of Smaug, forsaking even his dwarf name in his madness. That had been many centuries ago. Thorin had no reason to worry that would happen to him…until these dreams began. 

The tinkling sound of coins bouncing against each other suddenly stole his attention. Thorin perked up, waiting and listening for more. Just when he was convinced he was imagining it, there it was again. Only this time, he was able to pick up the steady rhythm of the sound. Like footsteps. 

Thorin felt the flames boil up inside of him, but he simmered his anger. He had a thief to catch after all. Shedding his dwarven flesh for scales, Thorin grew into his dragon form slipping into the cascades of golden coins. Swimming through the sea of treasure, he twisted his body in hunt of the thief. He hadn’t seen him yet, but the closer he got to the Arkenstone, the more he could smell him. A sweeter, floral scent mixed with a deep earthy quality. He hadn’t ever smelt something like that before. 

He had almost reached the dais of the Arkenstone, watching the glittering stone carefully when suddenly it ‘popped’ out of existence. Thorin rose to his full height to roar his dismay when someone gave a yelp. The thief appeared before him out of thin air. His curls, like bronze in the glow of the gold and torchlight, his feet overly large and chin bear for a dwarf, but it was his hazel eyes. Frightened and searching that stayed Thorin’s flame. He knew those eyes. 

They were the eyes from his dream, and yet seeing them in real life, Thorin felt something he hadn’t in his dreams. He felt like a puppet cut from his strings. Like he had been lost, wandering for eons, and suddenly found himself anew in those eyes. He knew what that meant. He felt in his heart what that meant, even as his mind tried to reject the notion.

The thief held Thorin’s stare for a moment that seemed to last an eternity before diving for some sort of ring. He slipped it on, and just like that the thief was invisible again. Thorin could hear him sprinting for the door. Yet, he could not move. He knew why he was so pliant in his dreams now. The Arkenstone Thief. He was Thorin’s One. And he was getting away…

Thorin finally came back to himself as he roared for the guards.

“SEAL THE MOUNTAIN! LET NONE LEAVE! THE ARKENSTONE HAS BEEN STOLEN!”

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a little birdie has been rewatching the hobbit movies

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Something something reread "living after midnight" doodle

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New fic drop!

Of Bachelors…

I needed to write something a little softer and fluffier than my current project — so I started this. Originally titled: IDK Please Don’t Become Another Long Fic I Can’t Handle That Right Now.

My current project has kept me from everything, and the itch to publish something has been burning, so I hope y’all enjoy feral Bilbo and shy boy Thorin and dad of the year Bungo Baggins.

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A scene parody of Cherry Magic! to Bagginshield I was actually contemplating if I should not change the "men" to "dwarves" coz it also makes sense that Thorin kinda don't like men but idk anymore so I just typed dwarves asljfhlaskfjl

Also for this month's theme is Jealousy for Acorns and Oak Leaves DC

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Hi!!!! So i finally finished this piece! This one is a gift for @sunnyrosewritesstuff based on the plot bunnies that were in the poll a time ago. I tried with another brushes and textures, I hope you like it! I want to draw another one of the plot bunnies, but i still have to decide which one.

Here, in case you missed the poll :

The Raven Prince- Swan Princess AU; Thorin never gave much thought to his fiancé past how much he didn't want to have a fiancé, especially not this hobbit. However, after the mysterious death of the Shire Kingdom's monarchs and Bilbo's disappearance, Erebor is approached by a sorcerer who flexes his power and influence on Thorin. Now he's a raven and he must somehow save Bilbo, save his kingdom, and get his father's blessing before it's too late.

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Happy July! This prompt list was a wonderful request from the server that I absolutely couldn't say no to! (Nor would I ever want to).

The prompts are to get the ideas flowing, but any and all jealousy fics are welcome, and the prompts are flexible! Whatever gives you inspiration!

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Tolkien Of Colour Week will run 22nd to 28th September 2025

~~ Tag @tolkienofcolourweek and #tocw2025 on your posts ~~

Optional prompts are below

Day 1: Kingdoms, settlements, nomads

Day 2: Ancestry, heritage, passing on traditions

Day 3: Food, music, clothing

Day 4: Festivals, faith

Day 5: Time, change, adapting

Day 6: Home, belonging, ordinary people

Day 7: Tolkien languages, non-English fan languages

I ask that participants do not use AI art generators. Other than this, all submissions are welcome.

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Protective

~🗡️Bagginshield🛡️~

All audiences, no warnings apply

"-half a mind to go back down there and wipe the smug little smile right off his pointy face!" The heavy circular door bounced off the wall from the force Bilbo had used to slam it open, but he was so incensed that he didn't even notice when Thorin deftly caught the thick green slab of wood before it could fully swing back and take the Hobbit out. Instead he stomped into the entryway of the under-mountain Hobbit hole, his hands clenched into fists at his side as he went on, "Honestly, I don't know how he has the nerve to call himself a King when he consistently acts so pettily!"

"Bilbo -" Some part of his mind registered that Thorin was speaking, standing calmly on the doormat as he watched his Consort pace. But the forefront of his mind was entirely occupied by the infuriating little wave that the Elven King had given him from across the Throne Room - Bilbo's own husband's Throne Room, no less - and he was struggling to wade through the red mist that had been clouding his vision from the very beginning of the Greenwood Contingent's visit.

"And to think that I was losing sleep, trying to work out the perfect gift to send that prick for his re-coronation celebration!" he growled, the words slurring as he ground his teeth together in frustration.

"Darling, I really think -"

"That pompous eternal ass," Bilbo snorted, once more turning on his heel and beginning his returning march, treading the same path back across the entryway as he seethed. "I mean, he has already been recognised as the King of the Greenwood for centuries. That had never changed, not even when the forests fell into darkness! So why in hell would he need another coronation, that's what I want to -"

Bilbo was stilled by a large, hot hand wrapping around his wrist. There was no force behind the touch, but the feel of the rough skin against his own pulled him up short, and he blinked hard as he looked up to find Thorin's bright blue eyes blazing down at him.

"Peace, Treasure," Thorin rumbled, and suddenly Bilbo was entirely focused on the depth of his lover's voice, the weight of his attention. Some of the tension in his spine released without conscious effort, and he found that he was already leaning in when Thorin's free hand rose to cup his cheek, his thick fingers winding gently into the curls behind Bilbo's pointed ear. The King's beard twitched with barely suppressed amusement as he murmured, "While I must admit that your sudden dislike of that upstart Elf is rather attractive, I must also begrudgingly intervene and encourage you to rethink your ire."

"Rethink my ... He insulted you! Again!" Bilbo cried, more incredulous than anything. After all, he'd spent the last few months trying to convince Thorin that they needed to maintain friendly relations with the Mirkwood contingent, and that old dealings must be forgiven. Unfortunately, he had not accounted for Thranduil's ability to be even more stubborn in holding his grudges than even Bilbo's own beloved Dwarf.

"Yes," Thorin acquiesced, shrugging. "As he has done many times before. And will do many more times in the future, I suspect."

"But ..." Bilbo scrabbled for a coherent argument, but his exhausted mind provided nothing helpful, other than, "But it's immature, and ... And it's just so bloody stupid!"

"I know," Thorin said simply, ducking his head to press his forehead to Bilbo's. The affectionate act forced the last of his anger from him, and Bilbo sighed, sagging as Thorin's arms wound around him, allowing the King to hold him up as his tired legs gave out from under him. Thorin's voice was impossibly soft as he went on, "But despite his stupidity, no matter what that ... What was it you called him again?"

"Pompous eternal ass?" Bilbo provided quietly, embarrassment flaring in his stomach at his own uncouth behaviour, now that he'd started to calm. But Thorin merely chuckled, and rubbed his long nose against Bilbo's.

"Ah, yes, that was it," the King grinned. "No matter what the Pompous Eternal Ass might say to me, knowing that you are always by my side, always ready to defend my honour, is balm enough to soothe any sting to my ego."

Bilbo grunted, not entirely convinced, but when Thorin's lips brushed against the sensitive spot below his ear, all at once he was finding it hard to remember exactly why he'd been so cross in the first place. He managed to hold onto his coherence long enough to insist, "That nickname does not leave this smial."

"As you wish, Treasure," Thorin purred, already walking Bilbo back towards their bedroom, even as he added, "n that case, it looks as though we'll be holding Closed Council meetings in the parlour from now on."