I really enjoy analyzing Bilbo's speech from the first Hobbit movie. This scene has so much depth that I could do multiple deep dives on it. People tend to focus on Thorin in this scene, but what I like to watch is Bilbo's body language. Take the gif below, for example. Bilbo just finished his speech, yet he continues looking at Thorin. You can tell he is fully aware he held eye contact for too long; just look at how he fidgets right after. Even after breaking the extended eye contact, he looks back at Thorin, TWICE.
Here it is again in slow motion. Pay attention to Bilbo's eyes. This is right after he breaks off eye contact.
This is in addition to the 3 seconds of prolonged eye contact they just shared. Below are unedited gifs of how long they stood there staring at each other. This is as much a turning point in their relationships as Carrock.
This is the moment Thorin truly starts to see Bilbo in a different light, and the moment Bilbo starts to realize that he craves Thorin's approval more than he thinks. That's why he looked so devastated 30 minutes later when Thorin was saying all those seemingly harsh things on Carrock. I think, in a way, those 3-second stares followed by awkward looking away is their "Oh, oh" moment. They're both starting to realize that whatever is between them is more than the sum of the quest they're on.
Also, look at Balin being absolute shipper trash.
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A ravenrock microfic (peter x benjy)
“My mind is blank.” Peter’s head is in his hands, his tone defeated.
“Come on babe, you know this one,” Benjy replies, his voice as calm and patient as ever. It’s a little infuriating how collected he is sometimes.
“When will I ever need to know the properties of a boomslang in my day to day life?”
Benjy chuckles. “If you ever get bitten by one, you might change your tune.”
Peter cocks an eyebrow at his amused boyfriend. “I’m never going to be stupid enough to get bitten by one.”
“Didn’t you say James did when he was a kid once?”
“Exactly.”
Benjy laughs again, shaking his head. “I love you.”
Peter hums. “Will you still love me if I fail this potions essay?”
“You’re not going to fail the potions essay! You’ve got the best tutor in the school.”
Peter’s lips curl up into a smirk. “Oh yeah, and when does he show up then?”
“Oh fuck you, Pettigrew.”
The smirk widens. “Is that an offer?”
Benjy rolls his eyes but leans in all the same, waiting for Peter to meet him halfway before pressing their lips together. It starts as a slow kiss because even if they are tucked away in the corner, they’re still in the school library.
Then one of Peter’s hands finds Benjy’s cheek and he feels a hand on his knee as the Ravenclaw moves in even closer. Peter can’t help but smile into the kiss, the warmth of the moment contrasting with the coolness of the library. As their kiss deepens, Peter’s fingers gently trace the outline of the other boy’s jaw, and the faintest gasp escapes Benjy’s lips as Peter’s fingers find the nape of his neck, weaving his fingers into soft brown hair and holding him there.
Time seems to slow, and the awareness of their surroundings fades away, leaving only this moment. Only Benjy.
Always Benjy.
Driving him crazy with his beautiful face and even more beautiful brain.
God, he wishes he could just live inside the brain of Benjy Fenwick, even just for a day. Just to see inside the mind of someone truly beautiful and witty and just good.
Peter knows he doesn’t deserve him, but he’s far too selfish to give him up now.
Because even if he can’t live inside Benjy’s mind, Benjy lives in his. He always will.
They pull apart then, their breathing a little ragged, their heart rates slightly more elevated than they were a few minutes ago.
“Can we ditch the studying yet?” Peter asks, already knowing the answer.
Benjy smiles as he leans back in his chair, his eyes still very much sparkling as they stay on Peter’s face. “Not a chance, Pettigrew.”
It was worth a shot.
“What if I told you that boomslang skin is used in both polyjuice and beautification potions?”
Benjy blinks at him. “Did you know that the whole time?”
Peter puts on his best innocent expression. “Maybe.”
“Then why on Earth did you pretend you didn’t?”
“Because when I don’t know things you tell me the answers, and I love when you tell me things.”
“Really?”
Peter nods. “Seriously. I could hear you go on about shrivelfigs for hours. Your mind is ridiculously sexy.”
Benjy is quiet for a good ten seconds then as he stares at his boyfriend with a stunned expression. Peter is just starting to worry about the silence when Benjy stands up and holds out his hand. Peter takes it, bewildered, as he also stands and follows the other boy’s lead through the library.
Peter finds his voice as they pass through the door. “Um, Benjy, where are we going?”
“Back to your dorm.” Benjy’s tone is firm.
“What about the studying?” Peter asks the question but has no intention on stopping the current unexpected chain of events.
“We’ll get back to that later.”
“Is this because I called your brain sexy?”
“Partly, yes.”
“And the other part?”
Benjy stops them then. They’re at the base of the stairs to Gryffindor tower. “What is a Chizpurfle carapace used for?”
Peter furrows his brow. “Um, what?”
“Just answer the question, Pettigrew.”
“Um, they’re often used in antidotes to common poisons, but they’re quite hard to break open so they’re often fed to venomous tentaculas first.”
Benjy takes an audible breath at that, eyes widening slightly. “And Horklump juice?”
“It’s used in the making of various magical ointments. Benjy, what is this-“
His question is cut off as he finds himself pushed up against the castle wall, Benjy’s mouth finding his once again. They kiss for an extended moment before coming up for air, Peter using the break to ask a question.
“Not that I’m complaining about this in the slightest, but are you telling me that me knowing the properties of potions ingredients is turning you on right now?”
Benjy shrugs. “Yeah, kind of. Is that a problem?”
Peter smiles, noting the lightly flushed skin only inches away from his own. Benjy’s lips have been kissed a darker shade of pink and his usually neat hair is slightly disheveled.
“Nope. Not a problem at all.”
“Good.” Another chaste kiss. “Just one thing.”
“Yes?” Peter doesn’t even need to know what it is that he wants, he would give Benjy absolutely anything.
“Don’t hide how smart you are from me. Ever.”
Peter smiles. “Oh you want a little competition, huh?”
Benjy snorts. “I wouldn’t go that far, Pettigrew.”
“Are you underestimating me, Fenwick?”
A smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
And he knows in that moment that he means it, because people underestimate Peter all the time. He’s used to it. He often prefers it, even.
But with Benjy- well he’s finally met his match.
Because Benjy sees him. Not his friends, not his pranks, not Wormtail or Pete, but him.
Peter Pettigrew.
Whose world is slowly beginning to revolve around a wonderful, kind, blue-eyed, pink-cheeked, brown-haired boy. And as they stand there, wrapped in the moment of each other, Peter is nothing but grateful for the boy who sees him for who he truly is.
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