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Semi-Finals, Poll 1

A Mother's Curse v. Ambassador to Madness v. To Spoon Feed You Comfort

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A Mother's Curse: (Reverse Werewolf AU)

Bilbo was becoming increasingly aware of how hungry, thirsty, and tired he was as a low growl built up at the back of his throat. Where were those pesky dwarves?

He was just about to give up and go north to the river when he heard voices coming. Several of them. Bilbo took his place crouched in the tall grass, holding completely still as he listened carefully.

“Well, this was a bust.”

“We can’t force the hobbit to go with us.”

“Maybe Gandalf should have thought of that before telling us to meet him in the Shire!”

“At least the food was good.”

There were several loud guffaws at that, and Bilbo felt his tail sweeping the grass behind him ever so slightly. It was the dwarves. They were just beginning to come into view, and Bilbo realized something crucial that he probably should have thought of before. They were riding ponies. Ponies didn’t particularly like him, and given the number of times he’s nearly gotten kicked by one, he could say the feeling was mutual. He would just keep his distance and hope they didn’t drop their riders because of him.

“Mahal above…Thorin!” The tall, bald dwarf hissed as he nodded in his direction.

Bilbo felt his hair stand up on the back of his neck as a growl developed at the back of his throat. He didn’t like the way he was looking at him. Thorin either didn’t see him or wasn’t about to do anything, but Bilbo didn’t like the sudden quiet from the dwarves at all.

“Kili, notch an arrow.” The same dwarf murmured.

Bilbo laid his ears flat against his head, his chest practically rumbling with the repressed need to warn the dwarves away. He wasn’t about to wait around and get shot. Just as he was about to sprint away, Thorin stepped in swinging down from his pony.

“No! Wait!” He shouted, placing himself between the dwarves and Bilbo.

Thorin turned towards Bilbo, taking a knee and holding his hand out.

“Basnahkhad. Here.” He ordered.

Bilbo’s ears folded back against his head, eyeing the bow in the young dwarf’s hand.

“Kili, put it away.” Thorin ordered, his eyes never leaving Bilbo’s own. “Basnahkhad. It’s okay. Here.”

Slowly, ears twitching and eyes watching the rest of the dwarves, Bilbo made his way to Thorin’s side. When he was close enough, Thorin reached out and scratched behind his ears which did wonders for Bilbo’s nerves as he melted into the gesture.

“This is Basnahkhad. I owe him my life.” Thorin told the dwarves, holding out the bead around Bilbo’s neck for them to see.

“Wow! Look at how big his feet are!” The dwarf with the bow cried out as he slid out of his saddle.

“Is he tame?” The blonde young one asked as he also slid to the ground.

Bilbo backed up, the hairs standing on his neck and teeth bared as they came towards him too quickly. They stopped in their tracks at the same time Thorin got up to intercept them.

“He is not a pet!” He snapped.

“He’s nothing more than a wild beast that would turn on us sooner or later.” The bald dwarf growled, glaring down at Bilbo.

Bilbo’s tail fell between his legs, knowing he was making a bad impression. Luckily, that’s when Gandalf decided to speak up from where he was watching the interaction curiously.

“That is no mere ‘wild beast’, Master Dwalin. He is extremely clever by people standards and understands every word you’re saying. He is also careful, courageous, light on his feet, and has a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including himself.”

Bilbo cocked his head not quite sure what Gandalf meant by that, but appreciating the glowing recommendation.

“Let’s see how smart he is.” The young dwarf declared. “Sit, boy! Sit!”

Bilbo snapped his jaws at him and gave him a groan. He was not a simple animal to obey demeaning tasks. Several of the dwarves laughed at that, teasing the lad for Bilbo’s lack of obedience.

“If you want to put him to a test, then give him an actual task. See now, Oin, weren’t you just complaining about your lack of stores? Have Bil-our friend sniff it out for you.” Gandalf offered, giving Bilbo a wink.

Bilbo relaxed at Gandalf keeping his secret. He was certain none of the dwarves remembered him from last night with as little as he interacted, but he would rather they think he was a simple wolf with a higher intelligence than what he was.

The dwarf named Oin seemed to have a hearing impairment judging by the horn he kept next to his head, but he called Bilbo over anyways. Letting him sniff the herbs he was looking for. Once Bilbo got a good whiff, he knew exactly where to find them. Down by the Marish, out aways from the riverbank. He shook out his coat, before looking at Gandalf. The wizard had a wide grin on his face.

“He’s got it now. He’ll meet back with us as soon as he has what Oin needs. In the meantime, I believe we can press on.”

Bilbo trotted over to Thorin, purposefully pushing into his hand before leaving the path. He wasn’t gone more than twenty steps before he heard one of the dwarves shout out.

“Twenty says we will never see him again.”

“Forty!” Several responded at once.

Bilbo huffed. Well, he would just have to prove them all wrong now wouldn’t he? He went southeast towards the Woody End. It would give him good cover until he could get to the Brandywine. There was a spot where it was just slow enough for him to swim across south of Rushy, and then it would just be a matter of crossing the Old Forest to get back to the East Road and find the dwarves. The trees of the Old Forest didn’t seem to mind him that much, but he wasn’t sure if that was because he was a wolf or because he was a werewolf.

Ambassador to Madness: (Arranged Marriage AU)

Ori nodded eagerly.

“After that, I showed him to the nearest inn and expected that would be the last I saw of him. So it was rather surprising to me when I found him in the markets the next day, asking after me.”

“Aww, I bet it’s because you’re Ones.” Ori sighed.

“Right, because we’re…hold on.”

It suddenly pricked at Bilbo’s senses that he’s heard this term before. In fact, he’s heard it from Thorin a couple of times and always in the presence of his grandfather. He thought it was some sort of endearment, but Ori made it sound like something else. Could he ask though? Would that make sense if he didn’t know what that was? He sat there staring for so long that Ori almost seemed hesitant when he interrupted Bilbo’s thoughts.

“Your Highness? You were saying?”

“Sweet William.” Bilbo finally mumbled.

“I’m sorry.”

“Thorin, he brought me Sweet William for the flower that represents me.”

“Oh!” Ori grinned. “And what does that mean?”

“Gallantry.” Bilbo answered automatically. “Which is actually the Baggins’ family flower.”

“Each family has their own flower?” Ori questioned.

Bilbo nodded. “It reminds us of our roots. Baggins are meant to be perfect gentle hobbits in every way.”

“That’s nice.” Ori hummed. “So what was his next flower?”

Bilbo’s wits had returned to him as he explained that Thorin then brought him holly to show Thorin was willing to defend him and provide domestic happiness. And then their joint flower was forget-me-nots. So that way even when Thorin left to go back to Erebor, they would not forget each other. They were all flowers Bilbo had daydreamed many times in his youth with the exception of forget-me-nots which he knew would be the best flower for their fabricated story. But now he couldn’t help but wonder. What flowers would Thorin give him if he knew of such things? Would it be much like the gems? Impersonal and obvious? Or would his romantic side show through more?

“Thank you for indulging me, Your Highness. I love a good love story.” Ori hummed happily.

Bilbo gave him a wry grin. “I’m the same way. Remind me to lend you a copy of my favorite book.”

“I would be honored!” Ori exclaimed. “Now, let’s talk about dwarven courting.”

It was very straightforward if Bilbo were being honest. Dwarves also did gifts in three: a gift to Provide, a gift to Protect, and a gift to Cherish. They could be given in any order, but it was a back and forth interaction. So Thorin would give a gift and then Bilbo and then Thorin until they reached their final gifts.

“Those gifts will be given at the same time, usually in front of others. Most dwarves choose their family and friends, but for Prince Thorin, it will probably have to be in front of the entire kingdom. After all, he has to prove himself a good suitor to his people.”

Bilbo felt stopped short. In front of the kingdom? This wasn’t just a private thing then? Oh, what was Thorin thinking? There was no way they could sell this and maintain that they were already a loving married couple. Bilbo was going to have to talk with him later. Tell him that while a sweet idea, it just wasn’t feasible. He listened to Ori give him some ideas on what constituted for each gift, citing texts about couples long dead. It really was charming how knowledgeable Ori was, but before long he had to say goodbye to him. He had a husband to talk to.

Bilbo meandered back to their suite, nodding at the guards in the hallway who grinned back at him. Bilbo felt like he really won them over when he shared his Meema’s Famous Butter Biscuits with them. Thorin swore all the dwarves who served in his wing were completely trustworthy, but it never hurt to ‘butter them up’ just in case. When he walked in, he was greeted by a strange sight. Thorin was lounging on the settee, booted feet kicked up over the arm, reading from a book. Although, it wasn’t just any book. Bilbo crossed his arms with a smirk.

“I thought we were against books with Elvish titles.”

Thorin immediately jumped to his feet, the book hanging down at his side and slightly behind him.

“Oh, yeah. I got…curious. And you never said it was a romance.” He accused.

“I seem to remember not being allowed the chance.” Bilbo smirked.

“Yes, well…” Thorin coughed. “I perhaps reacted rashly.

“Perhaps.” Bilbo teased. “But that’s all behind us now. Let’s circle back to romances. That’s your type?”

If anything the flushed look and fidgeting by the dwarf made the whole scene even more endearing.

“Your mother’s name is in the dedication.” Thorin quickly changed the subject.

Bilbo allowed it as his fingers ghosted over the section fondly. “Yes, she helped the author understand flower language for the story.”

“That’s like our gem language, right?” Thorin asked.

Bilbo nodded.

“Would you translate this part for me then?”

Bilbo’s heart was beating wildly in his chest especially when he could probably guess what part Thorin was at. Sure enough, as soon as the book was passed over to Bilbo, he saw that Thilion had just given the longing bouquet to Linnadis even though she had told him she was accepting Míriedir’s proposal to court. Thorin leaned over Bilbo’s shoulder so he could see the words as well, and as his breath tickled his neck, Bilbo thought he was going to combust.

“A-ah, yes. So the pink camellia means “longing for you”. The edelweiss is “courage in one’s devotion”, and the red salvia…”

Bilbo trailed off as he looked up into Thorin’s uncomfortably close face. Unable to pull away from the encouraging blue of his eyes and wistful smile across his face.

“Forever mine.” Bilbo ended up near whispering.

Thorin hummed in sympathy, but did not pull away or take the book back. He merely continued to stare at Bilbo the same way.

“In gems, we would have used Ruby, Amethyst, and Diamond for such a message. Although it’s not an exact translation. Ruby is strengthening the decision making in passionate displays. Amethyst is about clearing one’s mind, but also being courageous in relationships. And then Diamond is practically indestructible so it’s a symbol of eternal love. Then there’s the matter of where you would place it. Possibly in a bracelet because our hands are our greatest gift from Mahal.”

To Spoon Feed You Comfort: (Accidental Marriage AU)

“Thorin…I’m afraid I must confess something to you…”

Bilbo’s eyes went down to their feet as he started to fiddle in place.

“The thing is…”

Bilbo never got to finish his sentence before a pair of lips was pressing against his own. Bilbo felt like a fire had been lit deep inside him, setting his every nerve off like Gandalf’s fireworks. He couldn’t even begin to form a coherent thought.

“Yes.” Thorin stated, finally pulling back.

“Yes?” Bilbo repeated, dumbfounded.

“Yes, I will lay with you.”

Oh Green Lady, take him now. It was all so much so quickly. Here he was thinking the best he could hope for was an amenable relationship with his husband, but he actually wanted to lay with Bilbo? It was too soon, wasn’t it? And how did Thorin know that they were married?!

“I’ve seen the way you’ve watched me.” Thorin growled as he latched down on the underside of Bilbo’s ear making him gasp. “I wouldn’t normally do this, but I’ve had some interest in you too. And it’ll make it easier to get this out of the way now while we have the time and some privacy.”

So this was just a fuck then? It was hard to be disappointed when Thorin’s large hands were gripping him so, but Bilbo knew he needed to squash this now. At least Thorin needed to know the truth before he had his way with him. Bilbo pulled back, looking deep in Thorin’s darkening eyes, his throat bobbing at such a delicious look aimed at him.

“So here or in your room?” Bilbo murmured.

A smirk spread across Thorin’s face and the sheer desire pooling in his eyes managed to temporarily smother any doubt or self-loathing Bilbo felt at not telling him.

“My room.” Thorin declared as he tugged Bilbo along.

***

Bilbo felt dirty and vile as he trudged along after the dwarves. His one chance to say something, and he blew it. Any chance at catching Thorin alone now was shot as the dwarf kept his distance, almost as if he were afraid Bilbo would want more from him now. Maybe that should have been a sign.

“So you did it then?” Bofur questioned, siding up next to him.

“P-Pardon?” Bilbo spluttered.

Bofur’s eyebrows furrowed together, but his good humor kept as he continued to needle him. “You and Thorin?”

Bilbo knew his face was exploding in color as heat filled his cheeks so quickly he was becoming light-headed.

“Ummm…”

“Your talk?” Bofur pressed.

“OH! YES!” Bilbo exclaimed only to begin laughing nervously as several dwarves turned to stare at him for his outburst.

“That bad then.” Bofur hummed apologetically.

“Yes. I mean no! It was fine. Um, I think we understand each other better now.”

“That a way!” Bofur cheered. “That’s a good step forward. Now if we can just get you guys comfortable around each other. That’ll be good for the company I reckon.”

Comfortable. Interesting word choice. Bilbo would love to be ‘comfortable’ around his husband, but if he’d learned anything from the night before, Thorin didn’t do comfort. Perhaps this would just be a secret he would carry to his grave. With as quickly as Thorin left him last night, Bilbo could see any dream for a happy marriage was just a greener garden out of reach.

He let himself fall back into routine where he stuck with Bofur and Bombur and occasionally Nori and would only watch Thorin from afar. He just wished Thorin would have thought to agree to the same terms. Instead, Thorin was harsh and critical. Everything he did was wrong, and everywhere he was happened to be in Thorin’s way. It was starting to become noticeable as several of the dwarves would whisper to him afterwards asking what he did to piss off their esteemed leader. Bilbo didn’t think Thorin would appreciate it if he answered with ‘bed him’.

By the time Bilbo had reached his limits was exactly the time the decision was taken out of his hands by a storm in the mountains. Although, it wasn’t just any storm. It was a thunder battle. Bilbo lay there, exhausted and heaving after Thorin pulled him from the long drop down the mountainside.

“I thought we had lost our burglar.” Dwalin sighed in relief.

Before Bilbo could step in to assure him, Thorin spat his words with a venomous look.

“He’s been lost ever since he left his home. He should not have come. He has no place among us.”

Bilbo reeled back like he had been slapped. If Thorin noticed, he gave no indication as he turned quickly, giving the order for them to find shelter. Bofur helped him up, trying to reassure him, but Bilbo felt numb. If he had no place among them, what was he doing here? His own husband didn’t want him! Rivendell had clearly just been Thorin scratching an itch, and now he was sick of him. Bilbo felt like he should despair, instead he just got agitated.

He waited until they were safely tucked away in the cave and most of the company was asleep, before he stomped his way over to their esteemed leader. Bilbo shook his shoulder.

“We have to talk.” He hissed.

“I have nothing left to say.” Thorin growled, purposefully not looking at him.

Bilbo spun him around. “Then you will listen!”

Thorin grabbed him by his jacket collar and pulled him down so that Bilbo was practically bent over him as they were nose to nose.

“Don’t get familiar, Halfling.” Thorin growled. “I warned you that night.”

“Before or after you fucked me?”

Thorin shook him a bit as he looked around making sure no one heard. That hurt a bit. That Thorin was so ashamed of what they did.

“I’ve done everything for you.” Bilbo stated calmly even as he felt like throwing up. “I’ve left home for you. I’ve faced dangers for you!”

“Why?” Thorin demanded, aggravation seeping through his tone. “I never asked you to!”

“Because you’re my husband!”

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