#p: bilbo

[haakuus]

some of my favourite outfits from dress-up today >:3

[spooksicl-e]

a little bilbo for the soul bc i’m trying to break out of art block

[code-dy]

Holy shit i have the capability to draw things for my favourite fanfic authors!!!

Here’s a quick sketch for that lovely author who wrote that absolutely lovely vampire thorin fanfic inspired by wwdits

[autistook]

LOOK

sharp and heavy as hell, official Unexpected Journey replica

[greeneyed-thestral]

[frodo-with-glasses]

Hi, wanna cry?

From Return of the King, “Many Partings”:

From Return of the King, “The Scouring of the Shire”:

@novelmonger just pointed out something that I’d been thinking about: Both Frodo and Sam have these moments that they’re reunited with their elderly father figures, and both father figures are surprised to find that the returning adventurers had “lost” one of their belongings along the way. For Bilbo, it’s the Ring; for the Gaffer, it’s Sam’s “weskit”, his waistcoat.

And it just makes me think—I can’t put words to it exactly, but there��s some strange ache there, like an old wound that throbs under the domestic humor of these moments—something about young soldiers returning home, fundamentally different from what they were when they left, and their loved ones being surprised that they are no longer the same, that they lost something, lost a part of themselves…

As if they expected that their little boys could go on a journey like that and not come back changed.

[mysandwichranaway]

for my beloved @lordoftherazzles happy new year!! And may the next be as cozy as this gift i made for you 💞💕

[colatinc]

i'm not finishing this my brain hurts

[ahufflepuffhobbit]

How Ardently by thehufflepuffhobbit

“And you, Mr. Durin?” Bilbo asked the older brother, and studiously ignored the way that Ori and Frerin were looking at one another. Oh, Lobelia would be awful to deal with tonight once she noticed that Frerin was paying attention to Ori. He had no doubt the two would be together most of the night, and he vowed to prevent Lobelia spoiling anything for Ori. 

“I am not a fan of dancing,” Thorin answered simply. His voice was deep, and Bilbo found himself wanting to lean closer, to hear Thorin speak again. 

He, apparently, was not so inclined to grant Bilbo’s quiet wish. A brief silence occurred before Nori offered to dance with Bilbo at the next song. Thorin wandered away as they got into line. 

Bilbo’s prediction about Frerin and Ori was correct. Of the next five songs, they danced three of them together. Bilbo’s own dance with Frerin was taken up with conversation about Ori, which made Bilbo like the dwarf even more and forgive him for having such a surly brother.

OR:

Bilbo Baggins lives in the boarding house he owns with his closest friends. Their lives are disturbed in all sorts of way by the arrival of the Lords of Erebor, two brothers, and their entourage. Bilbo cannot stand the oldest brother, Thorin, who is proud and makes no effort to hide it. He would glad write the dwarf off entirely, except the younger brother is quickly falling for Bilbo's closest friend, Ori, and he can't do anything to jeopardize it.

A Pride and Prejudice AU

[i-did-not-mean-to]

P - Picnic

For @myeaglesong...

Based on the song My love will never die

Words: 1.1 k

Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin

Warnings: Sadness, canon-compliant death...

Bilbo Baggins sat on a bench in Imladris and frowned, trying hard to get his rheumy eyes to focus on the timeless beauty of his surroundings.

He was Bilbo Baggins still—sometimes, he wondered if he would have changed that name if things had turned out differently.

The thought of Thorin’s secret name—reserved for close kin and spouses—made him smile wistfully.

His face was wrinkled with age and—on those discreet lines—time had written stories of love and loss in the ephemeral ink of precious tears.

From somewhere far away, the lamenting voices of a group of elves reached his ears and Bilbo sighed deeply as memories washed over him.

In his mind, Thorin Oakenshield arose—larger than life—and Bilbo felt as if he could almost touch his bearded cheek, even after all the years that had come between them.

Heroic, strong, and recklessly loyal, Thorin had died to defend and protect his people—Bilbo, on the other hand, had lived with the same goal in mind.

“It is time,” Lord Elrond said softly as he sat down by the old hobbit’s side.

“I won’t say goodbye,” Bilbo replied stubbornly. “I haven’t until now and I shall not start.”

“The world is changing,” the elven lord—who had loved and lost too many not to empathise with Bilbo’s petulant sentiment—remarked as if to himself. “You must see that, old friend, do you not?”

“It is not beyond saving,” Bilbo insisted. “Sea may rise and sky may fall, my love will never die, nor shall my faith waver and wither. He’s not perished in vain…”

Elrond did not make any answer to that—he knew well how it felt to love someone who had passed on to a world barred to the living, no matter how earnestly they yearned to be reunited with their much-missed departed.

“I’ve played my role in this tale bravely,” Bilbo added after a long moment of silence, “and my lad, Frodo, shall pick up where I’ve left off. I shall not bid him farewell either.”

Elrond knew not whether the prodigious stubbornness of the hobbit would withstand the forces moving against them, but—against all logic—he felt ferocious hope bloom in his chest.

He also well remembered the proud dwarven king who had set forth from his realm to reconquer his own and he sincerely regretted that Thorin had not had the chance to enjoy the fruits of his labours.

Even as they sat here, he was not ignorant of how monumentally important it would be in the upcoming war that the brave dwarves rather than a nasty dragon were holding Erebor—maybe, they would even be able to stem the tide of darkness and thus foil the enemy’s meticulous plans.

“Tell me about him then,” Elrond asked humbly and settled in for one of Bilbo’s long, rambling tales.

“He was not completely mad, you know?” Bilbo started. “Let me tell you about the picnic we had on the ramparts after Smaug was ousted and before it all went downhill so quickly.”

Elrond could see that the hobbit was struggling to hold back tears he had suppressed for long years as he opened his soul one last time to the most precious of his treasures—his memories of an adventure that had changed his life in a thousand minute as well as momentous ways.

“Food was scarce still, but Mahal, what a spread Thorin had scraped together for that one afternoon in the sun.”

Tilting his face up in recollection of the crisp air of an Ereborian day, Bilbo fell silent for a few heartbeats.

“How hopeful we were then,” he continued in a slightly unsteady voice, “how foolish. We really believed that we had put the worst behind us and that a life of plenty was awaiting us on the other side of a minor diplomatic discord.”

Quietly, he added, “I was hoping to be asked to stay—as a friend, or even more.”

The tone in which this addendum was uttered made it very clear to Elrond that Bilbo had dreamed of being the consort under the mountain and he cocked his head in surprise; Thorin Oakenshield had struck him as a fearsome warrior—sure—but the thought of him as a gentle, attentive lover had never once come to him before.

“We were happy,” Bilbo said almost defiantly, pulling Elrond out of his distracted musings. “Sitting down above his newly regained kingdom, eating simple buns, and cautiously speaking of a brighter future…it was the most relaxing day we had had in a long time. Would that I could return to that blessed moment.”

There was bitterness and resentment now, slashing through the peaceful, soothing picture Bilbo had drawn like a blade.

“You would change the course of history?” Elrond asked gently—he himself had often wondered whether, if given the chance, he would have prevented the loss of his parents, guardians, and his brother.

He was wise enough to know that such a decision would come with a steep price and would have unforeseen and potentially nefarious consequences for the life he now lived, but he was not entirely sure that he would not have at least tried.

There were many things in his past that festered like ill-tended wounds within the depths of his heart and Elrond knew that he was far from having endured the last of these terrible injuries life and war could inflict upon the gentle and the brave.

“Yes,” Bilbo said firmly. “If I could go back to that day, I would have kissed him then. I would have flung my hobbitish manners and my shrewd fears of commitment off the cliff never to be seen again. I would have begged him not to go—I might even have given him the blasted stone back before it was too late…I don’t know.”

The passionate madness that had filled his eyes for a moment died and his gaze was dull with grief once more.

“We’ll never know,” he sighed bitterly.

“You may not get to change history,” Elrond said in a low, soothing voice, “but you can return to that day, nonetheless.”

He laid a comforting hand on the knobby fingers of his friend.

“Close your eyes and go back. It was a sunny day, you said? What was Thorin wearing? Did he smile?”

Bilbo hummed. “He was wearing Durin-blue—and you’ve never seen anything as splendid as Thorin’s triumphant grin upon leading me by the hand to the ramparts. He truly was as a king of old.”

“I am sure,” Elrond commented softly, mindful not to interrupt or disturb Bilbo’s fantasy. “I’ve known a few of them and yes, they were a sight to behold.”

Thus they sat together for a long time and exchanged glorious stories about the kings they had loved and lost—and they promised one another that they’d find them again, come what may.

@fellowshipofthefics Here's my first entry for the April Alphabet.

Many thanks to the first requester @myeaglesong <3

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As always,

Lots of love from me ❤️❤️❤️

[spookyjarchivist]

i know the classic time travel au is “one person goes back and THIS TIME they manage to seduce their love that they were unable to in canon OR reseduces their canon-but-slightly-au lover” but i gotta say the amount of magnus archives fic where future!jonmartin just fucking blast their relationship at past!jonmartin + the amount of hobbit/lotr fic ive been reading that goes more in-depth into cant-prove-its-not-canon cultural differences has given me a GENIUS idea

bagginshield time travel au where BOTH physically go back and just do seemingly innocuous stuff together that has the past!company being weirdly uncomfortable to the befuddlement of the other

f!thorin: *talking particularly close to f!bilbo’s ear*

p!bilbo: how d- whAt- inappropriate … in PUBLIC

p!dwarves: ??? they r literally just talking????

f!bilbo: *touches f!thorin’s hair for like half a second*

p!dwarves: *blushing intensely while refusing to look directly at either of the future couple in the face for at least the next hour*

p!bilbo: … did i miss something?

f!thorin: *gives f!bilbo some seemingly random flowers but p!bilbo can tell he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing regarding meanings*

p!bilbo: oh… oh dear *fans himself while blushing and staring pointedly in another direction*

p!dwarves: how could this possibly be inappropriate?

f!bilbo: *gives f!thorin a rlly shitty carved bear he made*

p!dwarves: how are u allowed in public????

p!bilbo: okay im starting to think ur just messing with me

[lotr-calligraphy]

'I evidently came back by much too straight a road from my trip. I think Gandalf might have shown me round a bit. But then the auction would have been over before I got back, and I should have had even more trouble than I did. Anyway it's too late now; and really I think it's much more comfortable to sit here and hear about it all. The fire's very cosy here, and the food's very good, and there are Elves when you want them. What more could one want?

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [79/82]

[eviltext]

big road ahead tomorrow 🤯🤦😭🔥🚨💥😭🍀🐜™️🫀

[autistook]

I forgot how sassy Bilbo is no wonder I get him in every "which character are you" quiz

[greeneyed-thestral]

«Is that not enough?»

[frodo-with-glasses]

Bilbo Baggins, being a whole mood since TA 1290.