What If The Remaining Company Sent Bilbo A Portrait Of Their Late King?

What if the remaining Company sent Bilbo a portrait of their late king?

A huge painting, one he sat against the wall to stare at for hours on end. He stares into cold euclase eyes, as reverent as he did when Thorin was alive.

Do you think he forgets he's gone, when he reaches for him and his fingers meet paint rather than warm skin? That he leans in to kiss him, only to realize that he's not moving towards him as well to close the gap?

He'd cry, wishing to feel his embrace again, the way he holds him so tightly, like he was the true treasure he wanted. He'd curl up at the foot of the painting, hands pressed firm against the canvas as if he could push into it and reunite with Thorin.

I deserve this agony-

Oh my gods, this actually had me crying. My heart hurt reading this.

You know how to make sure the knife twisted the right way, and I can't express how painfully joyous it was to read this.

What if the remaining Company sent Bilbo a portrait of their late king?

A huge painting, one he sat against the wall to stare at for hours on end. He stares into cold euclase eyes, as reverent as he did when Thorin was alive.

Do you think he forgets he's gone, when he reaches for him and his fingers meet paint rather than warm skin? That he leans in to kiss him, only to realize that he's not moving towards him as well to close the gap?

He'd cry, wishing to feel his embrace again, the way he holds him so tightly, like he was the true treasure he wanted. He'd curl up at the foot of the painting, hands pressed firm against the canvas as if he could push into it and reunite with Thorin.

I have zero shame hahahaha-

"Oh no, he's hot!"

But seriously, absolutely digging this fr

 we're really in it now

Someone finally sees the vision- I'll have this drawn soon.

Anyone need a drawing reference/ idea💀?

I really hope someone will draw this too, juz I probably will😭🙏

Because love conquers all? Duh.

I think this is my favourite moment in the whole damn fic if i'm honest. It's not incredibly well written but Thrax and Ozzy are just so so sweet and vulnerable here... And STUPID AHAHA WHY ARE THEY HUGGING IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF RACIST TENNIS FANS.

Read the fic on ao3!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45248422/chapters/113833789