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#wdym I have loved you since I was born and have been following you since last year#I love you so much#I literally start shaking when I see you like my post#Thank you for your existence#Please don't go bald#:D#Just kidding I love you Excuse you, you cannot say nice things to me like this because I do not know how to act! xD For real though, this is so sweet, you're so kind, and I'm really happy to know you!! Thank you for making me smile!

IF YOU KNEW HOW SCARED I WAS AT FIRST BECAUSE OF THE BEGINNING. Phew. Thank you for making me happy so that I can make you happy :D

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After returning the Lonely Mountain and becoming king, Thorin is very afraid of somehow disappointing Bilbo, so he agrees with everything he tells him except that he needs more rest.

Thorin himself tries to "shield" him from any work, even tried to talk Oin into telling Bilbo, as a doctor, not to do anything, but of course it didn't work.

Bilbo worked in the library, took some of Balin's business, walked a bit on the mountain with Nori, helped Bombur a bit in the kitchen, helped Oin a bit in the infirmary, helped Gloin a bit in the treasury, and even helped the boys with their duties a bit. In the end, he returned to their chambers as tired as Thorin.

When Thorin accidentally found out about this, he got mad at the company, but each of them said that Bilbo helped them only a bit.

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this amuses me too much out of context…

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Not a Bloody Clue

Summary: Bilbo has decided it’s high time he cuts his hair, it’s far past a respectable length at this point. Unfortunately, the rest of the company have ✨thoughts✨ about that.

One thing about hobbit hair is that it grows inconveniently fast. Apart from the hair on their feet, hair in general is just seen as a nuisance as it’s just better to keep it cut short or tied back unless it’s a special occasion. Foot hair on the other hand must always be groomed carefully, rather uncouth not to.

By the time the company have reached Beorn’s rather battered and bruised, some more so than others, Bilbo’s hair was somewhere around mid-back. A rather beautiful cascade of riotous chestnut curls, or it would’ve been had it not been tangled, dirty and he was sure he heard chirping somewhere in that mess. Their gracious host had an unfortunate habit of just plucking Bilbo off the ground into his arms which while Bilbo did not appreciate, he did however appreciate the large spread of milk, cheeses, honey, bread and other assorted platters. Once their bellies were full, they filled their hearts with laughter and music. Beorn excused himself to verify their story, saying he’d be back by the time they woke and Gandalf had dozed off in the corner under his hat.

Bilbo was readying himself for bed, his body felt ready for bed about three weeks ago but his hobbit sensibilities demanded that he sort himself out. There was a small mirror in the bathroom Beorn had shown them to and Bilbo winced at the sigh of his hair; matted, one side caked in fluids he had no business thinking about and not to mention how un-respectable it was. He was well aware that the quest did not have room nor the facilities for all his particular habits nor the need to retain his reputation and manners but all the same, it was nice to have some comfort in the familiarity. Bilbo twirls a curl around his finger and sighs. Had he known what the 80’s were, he might’ve been pleased but as it was, he didn’t and wasn’t happy at all. The little wooden comb he has brought within him from the Shire almost immediately snapped in the mess of hair, not to mention how much it hurt. The prospect of using his other comb, his mother’s that she brought back from her time in Rivendell was out of the question.

“Should cut the bloody stuff off.” He huffs quietly, trying the untangle some of his with his fingers to no avail. Plan in place, Bilbo comes back out the the larger room and starts rifling through what’s left of the contents of his pack.

“What you looking for Bilbo?” Calls Bofur from where’s he sat across the room, pipe in hand.

“Scissors.” Replies a frustrated looking Bilbo. “Fiddlesticks, must’ve not brought any with me.”

“Here you are.” Dori fishes a pair of sewing scissors from a little case in his pack.

“Thank you Dori.” Bilbo walks over to take them from him. “I suppose it might take a while as they’re quite little but I’ll sharpen them and give them back to you.”

“Ye can borrow my wet stone.” Dwalin supplies from his spot next to Gloin. “What’re ye using them for anyway?”

“Oh, thank you. Well I thought I’d cut my hair.” Bilbo says inspecting the scissors. The room stills, silent and tense. Bilbo looks up at the abrupt, eerie quiet, startled when Dori lunges and pulls the scissors for him hand, clutching them to his chest with horrified expression. Kili and Ori have tears in their eyes and everyone else isn’t far behind.

“Cut your hair?” Asks Balin hoarsely. “Why lad?” Bilbo’s brow creases with confusion.

“Well it’s simply too long and getting in the way. It’s in a terrible state and I just need to cut most of it off.”

Horrified gasps ripple across the room. A very solemn Thorin crosses to Bilbo and drops to a knee in front of him.

“Master Baggins.” Thorin begins, his voice shaking a little. “I sincerely apologise for any grievous offence my behaviour or any member of my company have caused you. Please, tell us how we have wronged you so that we may fix it. I beg of you do not cut your hair.”

Thorin pulls a small blade from his boot and brings it to the braid on his right temple.

“I take sole responsibility and offer you my braid and the bead that denotes me as king until we have offered sufficient reparations and you have forgiven me.”

Before Thorin can flick his wrist to remove the braid, Bilbo is moving, catching Thorin’s hand in a tight grip.

“Stop, stop!” Bilbo’s eyes are wide with panic. “Don’t cut your hair. No one has offended me. I simply want to cut my hair, it is too long and it bothers me.”

Thorin’s hand falters.

“But why would you cut it? Why not braid it?”

“I never learnt to braid hair, it just seems easier.” But Thorin looks absolutely heartbroken, eyes glassy with tears. There is such an aura of sadness around him, around all of them that Bilbo feels he would be cruel to cut it, even if hair holds no significance to him personally.

“What do you suggest then?” Bilbo carefully guides the dagger away from Thorin’s braids.

“Braid it, obviously.” Dwalin says like Bilbo is the thickest creature in Middle Earth. Bilbo rolls his eyes and gives Dwalin a hard stare, just like his grandmother used to when he was a being rude as a faunt.

“I already said I don’t know how.” The silence hangs in the air for a few seconds before Bilbo huffs.

“Any other suggestions?” The dwarves look among each other, exchanging glances and meaningful looks.

“Right, well, hair doesn’t mean anything to hobbits, other than the hair on your feet, you can do what you like with it. So if there’s no further objection, I would like those scissors back Dori.”

“I will braid it!” Thorin blurts out in a panic. All eyes turn to him, a mixture of surprise, delight and some disappointment? Bilbo just nods slowly.

“Alright then…do you want to wash it too?” A second round of gasping, Bilbo’s honestly getting fed up of it now. Thorin is bright red and stammering, clearly taken aback.

“I-I’m flattered by I think I better leave that to you for now.”

Coin purses are being thrown across the room, Khudzul flying about, Bofur and Nori look strangely upset. Bilbo simply rolls his eyes and plonks himself down next to the fire.

“You’ll have to use your comb Thorin, mine’s broken.” Thorin’s eyes look like they’re going to bug out of his head and did Gloin just coo at them? This is getting stranger by the minute.

“Here? In front of everyone?” Thorin stammers, Bilbo briefly wonders if Thorin’s having an attack of some kind, dwarves should not be that shade of red.

“Yes? Should we not?” A shy smile that not once in a million years did Bilbo think he would ever see, creeps across Thorin’s cheeks.

“Not at all. Here is perfect.” Honestly, at this point Bilbo is a little creeped out but Thorin is rummaging through his pack, producing a comb and a small vial. He positions himself so Bilbo is sat on the ground in between his knees. The touch to his hair is almost reverent, the comb barely pulling as Thorin works methodically through the knots. At the particularly matted section, Thorin unstoppers the little vial and pours some fragrant oil into his hands, it smells of pine and bergamot. Dear Yavanna his hands are absolutely divine! Thorin works the oil into Bilbo’s hair and scalp, working it in small circles with his hands from his temples to his pressure points by his ears. Lost in the bliss, Bilbo makes a soft noise of pleasure and lets his head hang heavier in Thorin’s hands.

Unbeknownst to Bilbo, Thorin grins rather triumphantly and with no small about of smugness at Bofur and Nori, Nori makes a rather rude gesture in Iglishmêk which Dori swats at him for. All too soon in Bilbo’s opinion, Thorin’s voice is gently coaxing him back to reality.

“Hmm?” Bilbo says, blinking slowly, a soft sleepy smile on his face.

“I said you need to wash your hair before I can braid it.” Thorin returns the smile and Bilbo thinks briefly how much younger it makes him look, how sweetly the skin around his eyes crinkles.

“Oh yes. Back in a jiffy.” Bilbo has never washed his hair faster in his life, he does take a moment to scold himself for behaving like a faunt with their first crush.

“He is doing you a favour, nothing more.” Bilbo says under his breath, lathering the honey scented soap into his hair.

Smelling of far nicer and feeling much more refreshed, Bilbo retakes his position back between Thorin’s knees. There’s tension in the room but Thorin waves it away when Bilbo enquires with a “Nothing important, just minor disagreements.” And sets about braiding Bilbo’s damp curls into a tight but comfortable braid, leaving a small section at the front. He ties it off with a strap of leather before clearing his throat.

“Bur- Bilbo. I had no time to prepare a suitable bead for this occasion, when we reach Erebor I shall craft one for you out of gold and sapphires to indicate your status better. In its place, temporarily, will you accept one of my own beads?” Bilbo twists to look at Thorin, his hands fiddling with a bead, the braid at his left temple unraveled.

“That would be lovely, thank you Thorin.” Bilbo gives him a gentle smile, a little confused but he’s got the spirit.

The look that Thorin gives him as he carefully weaves the braid into his curls, makes his stomach flip. There’s a vulnerability and softness in his eyes which a whispered part of Bilbo longs for it to be romantic. Thorin clips the bead in place and secures the braid, the air between the two of them seems to crackle with an unspoken emotion.

A great cheer goes up from the rest of the dwarves which startles the both of them, he hadn’t noticed how close he had been to Thorin’s lips. He reaches up to feel the back of his head, neatly tied into an intricate braid that he could never hope to replicate, the little bead on the front braid resting cool against his burning cheeks. Bilbo’s got a very strong feeling something rather significant had just happened and he’s not got a bloody clue about it.

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SO CUTE I'M GOING TO EXPLODE NOW

It's been a long time coming but here's my interpretation of Smaug as a cat :3 the 3rd image is inspired by @hobbitunderthemountain ficlet which also gave me a push to finally draw this entire thing, highly recommend you check it out!

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WOO its been a minute! Finals have absolutely destroyed me but im finally done with them so i decided to draw something short and sweet since its also been a while since ive drawn them. Plus my lil headcanon on how dwarves and hobbits show affection! Hope you guys are having a fun summer!

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🌟🕯️ Marry Me

After the death of Smaug, Thorin delves deep into the mountain and brings Bilbo an unexpected proposal.

psssst... @lsoqq 🙂‍↕️

The mountain had been eerily quiet since they had reclaimed it from Smuag's hold. It was freed---other than the lingering smell of dragon, of course. Bilbo walked through the dim halls, his feet curling every now and then against the uneasy coldness of the stone floor. Though the rest of him was kept warm by his coat, the tips of his ears were running a bit pink.

As he rounded the bend distant sounds of clinking gold ran through his ears, followed by pained groans of the rest of the company who were knee deep in search for the Arkenstone. He kept himself from reaching towards it as it lay hidden within his pocket. The bowl of lukewarm soup carried in his palms shook as he came to a quick stop, his steps echoing his arrival.

Across him stood Dori and Ori---halting their conversation with Thorin, a beat of silence hanging in the air between them. "Go." Growled Thorin, causing Ori to jump as his brother ushered him away. Dori gave Bilbo a cautious look as they passed him by, surely ordered to return to the search among the others. A slight chill drew down his spine as Thorin addressed him.

"Master Baggins, come."

He began to tread forward before he even had the time to think otherwise. He offered up the soup, in one of his many (failed) attempts to try and urge the dwarf to eat. "You should have this," He inched the bowl forward. "Surely you're hungry?"

Thorin took the bowl, though only spared the plainly thick liquid filling it a glance before he set it aside. "I will have the means to indulge once the Stone has been found." His armored boots clanked heavily over the stone as he stepped closer, his words carrying a ticking spark. "Until then, I wish to speak with you."

Bilbo's mouth ran dry, the dreadful weight of the Arkenstone tugging him downward. He cleared his throat to speak softly, eyeing the dwarf directly. "About what?"

Thorin gave no further inkling to his plans as his hand grazed the hobbit's back, not so much as only lightly grasping the tuff of his coat, guiding him to an alcove that hid along the corner. His heart ran faster than he could keep up with, planting his back against the wall and incredibly regretting not finding a more suitable place for the Stone. His fingers hovered over the pocket, tracing the rim of fabric while Thorin fished for something in his.

"Give me your hand." Thorin held out his own, though there was no demand in his ask compared to how he spoke to the others.

Overcoming his blink of hesitation, Bilbo laid his hand on his palm, gently flinching at its surprising warmth. Thorin traced along his fingers, feeling its softness, where then he slid a silver ring around one. Unlike those that Thorin donned himself or those of dwarven make, it glimmered of Elven finery; a single star shimmering in a blanket of dark, embroidered with elegance. The base of the ring weaved with intricate vines, while a single iridescent gem was bound in its center, much in appearance to the Arkenstone.

"It is a gift."

"Thorin, I..." Bilbo stumbled over his own tongue, retracting his hand, gaze dancing across the shine of the jewelry. "It's beautiful, but I can't accept this."

The dwarf grew a visible frown. "Is it not to your liking?"

"No, no! Of course not, it's wonderful. It's just, well... I'm a hobbit. Hardly the type worthy enough to honor such importance." He chuckled down the rest of his haywire emotions, which were a horrible mix of confusion and prickling flush that trailed up his neck and the bothersome thought of his hard made soup getting cold. "This should belong to someone else," As he went to remove the ring, Thorin's hands clasped his, stopping him halfway.

"I do not want to give it to anyone else." Said Thorin, a curious thumb brushing over the finger that held the ring. His gaze scaled up, meeting Bilbo's, who in turn did not flee from his touch.

"I'm afraid I don't have much to gift back." Bilbo fell to a whisper, watching the slow movements of their hands intertwining. When Thorin's eyes caught his he began to see a shift, a fade of the fiery burn that had set home inside him.

"I'm afraid you are all one could ever dream of having." Confessed Thorin, the two of them the closest they had been since the Carrock.

A smile worked up Bilbo, though he was convinced his heart would surely give out any moment at the speed it had itself going. "I could only hope that one would have me."

The air thickened, tighter than he'd felt at Smaug's very claws. Thorin slowly leaned his head lower, and though at first Bilbo shied from the sudden closeness, his seams untangled and his knees felt weak the moment the dwarf's hand cupped his cheek. When their lips had finally met it loosened the hefty floodgates between them that had stocked up ever since that first night in Bag End. It was slow to begin, a test of the waters, though it quickly started to boil with need.

Bilbo clung to the silky fur lining of Thorin's over coat, standing high up on his toes as greater hands kept his back to the wall. As they briefly parted and against stuttering breaths, Bilbo hardly expected to be confronted with two wonderfully dreaded words he so much had ruled out from his life till then. "Marry me." Grumbled Thorin, before capturing the hobbit's lips again.

Already in quite the daze, Bilbo hadn't fully realized his words till a good while past and broke away. "Pardon?" He practically squeaked like a mouse.

"Marry me." He repeated as he brought smaller kisses to the tops of Bilbo's ears.

Thorin's sudden warmth along his cold skin nearly took him to the floor and an early grave. Collecting himself, he shook his head and tried wriggling out from his hold to spare himself. "Thorin," He only managed a pant. "You don't know what you're saying. You---you aren't yourself."

Thorin made a noting hum. "You accepted my gifts."

"I didn't know they were those kinds of gifts!" Bilbo exclaimed. "If I had known I..." I still would have let you. He thought, head tilting back to rest on the hard stone behind him. "Something like... that takes time to consider!"

"Have we not waited long enough?" Thorin asked, words rumbling against his layers of curls. "From the beginning of our quest, I would have had you. And now that I do, I intend to keep it that way."

"I just---I need..." Bilbo couldn't think, fighting with his own frazzled thoughts of what he wanted and what he should do. For whatever utterly foolish and selfish desire drove into him, he ached to accept Thorin, greatly so. Yet the voice that shouted at him with reason held him back. For the love of all that was green and good, he was a Baggins of Bag End! He belonged in a hole in the ground, not in great halls. Thorin should dedicate his affection to some other noble, even if the very thought caused Bilbo's heart to tug painfully.

He was whisked from his inner debating when he felt Thorin's hand trailing down his side, far too close to his pocket. Acting on hasty impulse to get him far away from reaching the Stone---(truly, he should have found a better hiding place. Blasted Took in him really did enjoy living far on the edge)---he grabbed his wrist, stomping him from lowering any further and using that to redirect the dwarf's attention to another kiss. "Yes." The word slipped from his tongue. Now he'd really done it. Though at least his pockets weren't the center of curiosity any longer. (He hoped) "I mean---I'll... I'll think on it."

"How long do you suppose you'll have me wait?"

The impatience of dwarves. Bilbo thought to himself. "Ah, well, it's... we'll see."

Eleven if clearly disgruntled, Thorin respected his wishes. Though how long that would last, he wasn't all too sure.

"I should be off, then." Bilbo cleared his throat once more, regardless of the fact he had nowhere to be in particular, other than under a bed of rock to wallow in his embarrassment for the next years of his life. "This was, er... nice. I wouldn't mind us meeting like this more often."

"I would see to it that we do."

At the blink of Thorin's words Bilbo opened his mouth to reply, then promptly had nothing more to say. He spun his feet to the exit the very second he felt his face heat up and the unmistakable pool in his stomach. It only grew worse the moment he turned the corner, Nori stared back at him, soup in hand, severely wide-eyed. Whether he overheard the entire encounter between them, or the soup was just horrid, both made Bilbo wish to run for the hills.

"Good soup." Was all he said.

"Thank... you." Bilbo nodded to him, then walked as fast as he possibly could away from the scene.

Curse the Took leading him places he was surely bound to make a mess of.

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Boromir: “It is such a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing”

Gandalf: “I know,” *gesturing towards Pippin* “He’s fucking terrifying”

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You can't even imagine what a big smile I'm sitting with right now. My hands are shaking and my feet are kicking, and I don't want to do anything about it

"My prised tomato" EHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHEHEH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Thorin's Prized Tomato

Shire Summer Festival prompts: “It’s far too hot outside for this", and "You know you really don't have to". I hope you enjoy.

Ficlet Below!

“It’s far too hot outside for this,” Bilbo muttered to himself, as he used the inside of his sleeve not wanting to get anymore dirt on his face to wipe off the sweat that was dripping from his forehead. It was mid afternoon, and he had been working on his garden since right after second breakfast and the temperature seemed to rise by the minute but he was determined to get his prize tomatoes planted. There was absolutely no way he was going to let Lobelia win just because of some unbearable heat making it hard for him to plant and tend to them.

“Amrâlimê, husband, my one, the stubborn hobbit I married, the love of my life who Mahal gifted me with.” Thorin called one after another from the door of Bag End as he smiled at the sight of his hobbit who was completely engrossed in his work. He also thoroughly enjoyed the fact that his husband's shirt was practically see through from the sweat, but that did not matter at the moment as he noticed just how red his hobbit's face had gotten from being in the sun for so long.  

“Bilbo, are you listening to me?” Thorin gently wrapped his arms around his husband's waist, trying his best not to startle him, concern laced his voice. 

“Wait what?! Oh- sorry yes, what did you say?” Bilbo turned to face his dwarf in confusion the fact he didn't hear Thorin come up behind him.

“I have been calling your name for the last few minutes, Ghivashel. I think it's about time for you to come inside, it's getting much too hot out and it is almost luncheon." Thorin spoke cupping Bilbo’s face to look over the sunburn on his beloved's face, noticing that some spots had already begun to peel. 

“No, I can't come in until I finish tending to my tomatoes. I can handle the heat, it's not even that hot.” Bilbo lied. He found it endearing that Thorin was concerned for him but he was busy and had to finish his work. 

“You are beginning to look like one of your prized tomatoes, your poor nose is more red than one already.” Thorin frowned, placing a kiss onto Bilbo’s bright red nose. He then took his hand to begin to lead him into their home, “Come on, I have a cold bath drawn for you already.” Bilbo sighed, reluctantly letting himself be led inside into the cold air. 

Thorin smiled, and kissed his cheek, “let's get you cleaned up and some cream on your sunburn.” He led Bilbo into their bathroom where Thorin had in fact had a bath waiting for him that he gladly climbed into. The hobbit sighed and relaxed at the feeling of the cold water on his aching body.

Bilbo smiled softly at how sweet his husband was, as he watched Thorin lather his hands with shampoo going to wash his hobbits hair, "You know you really don't have to, I can wash my hair myself” 

“My prized tomato let me treat you.” Thorin silenced him with a quick kiss, before happily washing Bilbo’s hair, one of his favorite small acts of service to do. He adored those curls that held his marriage bead even now as they smelt of sweat and were caked with dirt. 

After Thorin was sure his husband was clean head to toe, he helped him out wrapping him in a towel. Bilbo let Thorin lead him into the bedroom where he took a seat on the bed to let Thorin apply cream to his sun burnt face.

“Now rest, I will wake you up later for a late luncheon.” 

“I think you shall join me in a nap!”

“As you wish my tomato”

Thorin and his sunburnt hobbit fell into a deep sleep, and that day forward Bilbo learned to not stay in the direct sun for too long or else his husband would go weeks teasing him and calling him his most prized tomato.

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Modern AU Bagginshield where Bilbo is reluctant to have a first dance at their wedding because he feels they're awkward and cringy and Thorin goes with it but halfway through the evening he gets the DJ to play The Ramones' cover of 'Baby I Love You' and whisks his now husband out onto the empty terrace of the manor house they've hired for the event and croons along to the song into Bilbo's ear as they sway together under the stars and Bilbo would swear that he has never been more in love with Thorin.

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"Seeing him for the first time again"

comic inspired by this gif set: x

this will happen shhhhhh

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I have just drawn this beautiful "Greek muse" and I had the courage to post it here hahaha

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*clears throat* Hey my friends, I attended a bee wedding this past weekend. I bet you would like to know how was it.

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Must been the wind

Reminder to myself that

Helix and Bones of 212th are fanon characters

Dooku is canonically not a Yan

Grandmaster and grandpadawan are not real terms when it comes to lineages

Padme and Anakin's marriage is not an open secret

Clones don't speak Mando'a

Cal Kestis and Caleb Dume weren't best friends before Order 66

Kote is not Cody's name

However, I will be ignoring these facts just because I can and no one can do anything to stop me