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Chapter Four

Chapter Five

~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 4/?

A/N- my tummy hurts

Word Count- 3.0k

Summary- Radagast is a bloody menace and Rivendale is like a pretty princess (can you tell idk what to put here?)

Warnings- Cannon typical violence, mentions of scars, torture and death

italics=elvish bold=dwarvish

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The troll cave smelled like a giant pile of shit and dead bodies. Eyja carefully makes her way downwards into the cave until Gandalf stops in front of her, turning and holding an unlit torch out to her. "Eyja, can you light this please?" She sighs and takes the torch from his hand. Bringing the foul smelling thing up to her face, she brings in a deep breath before letting out a mighty puff, flames passing over her lips and catching on the torches material. "Thank you." Gandalf turns back around, the now lit torch illuminating the gold and other treasure lining the walls.

Kili steps up beside Eyja, watching as she sifts through the weapons tossed haphazardly about. "How were you able to light that torch?"

She continues running her hands over blades and bows as she answers, "I am a skin changer, while the outside is me shifts from one form to another, the inside, remains the same, though it does shrink and grow to match my body." Kili hums a sound of acknowledgment and points to a long wooden bow she hadn't gotten to yet,

"This is a great bow if you're looking for such a weapon, the curve is strong, and the string appears to be taught." The shifter turns to the weapon, lifting it from the ground, dusting it off with the corner of her cloak, revealing a dark wood and leather grip.

Eyja nods, "You are right, this is a fine bow, do you see a quiver anywhere?" Kili's smile widens at her praise, the matching quiver of arrows already in his outstretched hand. "Thank you Kili, are you in need of any weapons?"

he thinks to himself for a moment, "No I think I have all that I need." Eyja nods and starts off back towards the entrance of the cave, passing Gandalf handing Bilbo a small sword. As they reach the top, and Eyja begins reorganizing her small stash of blades and new bow the rest of the company begins to file out, many of them inhaling deep breaths of the fresh air. Eyja turns her back to the dwarven prince and looks back over her shoulder at him.

"Could you undo the sheath on my back, I can't seem to reach it?"

"Ya I can do that." Kili's hands brush lightly over her hair on the way to the strap holding her sheath to her body, and Eyja stills at the contact. As his hands fiddle with the clasp, she reaches back and pulls her hair to the side so to get it out of the way. As the clasp finally lets go and Kili lifts her sword from her back.

Eyja turns smile wide on her face ready to thank him when through the trees barrels huge rabbits towing a sled holding a small man cloaked in brown, lopsided hat pulled low over his ears. the dwarves quickly pull tightly into a group blades at the ready, but Gandalf steps forward laughter in his voice.

"Radagast the brown, what on earth are you doing here?" Kili shoots a questioning look to Eyja as if to confirm this is the wizard she had spoken of the day prior. The shifter meets his gaze for a fleeting moment, nodding, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had never seen the wizard in such a state of panic as he explained to the grey wizard how the greenwood is sick. As they wander away from the group Eyja turns back to the dwarf at her side.

"So that's Radagast," Kili's tone is light as he watches Eyja secure her sword to her waist.

"Yes, though I've never seen him look quite so worried before, normally he is quite calm, something must be terribly wrong to have him so upset." As she slings her new quiver over her shoulder and across her body, a menacing howl pierces the air, chilling the blood in her veins.

"Was that a wolf?" Bilbo's question is spoken swiftly his voice laden with fear, for the hobbit had never heard such a noise before.

Bofur's response is shaky and uncertain, "That is no wolf."

Movement behind the two catches Eyja's gaze, "Wargs!" her shout rings through the air and every dwarf turn weapons out as the beast hurtles down the hill towards them, it tackles Dwalin to the ground, only for Thorin to bring his new elvish blade down with bone crushing force. As another warg comes barreling at them, Kili readies an arrow and lets it fly, the arrow sinking deep in the creatures leg, causing it to tumble the rest of the way down the mossy hill, Eyja brings her blade across its throat with a quick twirl, the dark blood splattering across her cloak and face. She bares her teeth at the foul animal as it let out one last whining howl.

Thorin wrenches his blade from the neck of the first warg, "Warg scouts, which means an orc pack is not far behind."

"we have to get out of here." Dwalin's voice is tense and he looks to Thorin.

Ori rushes to the group, "We can't, the ponies have run off."

Radagast volunteers to draw them off and Gandalf turns to face his companion, "These are gundabarg wargs, they will outrun you."

A wild glint enters the brown wizards eyes, "These are ruskavelle rabbits, I would like to see them try." He climbs back onto his sled, commanding the rabbits forward, and he takes off like an arrow shot from a bow, here one moment, gone the next.

The howls and wails of the warg pack draw closer only for them to be drowned out for a moment by the sound of Radagast yelling obscenities at the orcs as he rushes past. As the orc pack take off after the wizard, Gandalf ushers the company to move, he runs in front of them leading them into the open fields. Eyja brings up the back of group, making sure that none of the dwarves get left behind, ushering them forward when they start to slow.

The group runs down the hill and moves to pass a large boulder when Radagast flies past, manic giggles escaping him, and the large pack of orcs soon follows. Many times in their mad dash across the plains are they cut off by the parade of orcs chasing the gleeful wizard. The group slams their backs against the boulder as Radagast darts in front of them once again and one of the orcs moves his steed atop the rock which they try to hide under. Thorin turns to meet his nephews eyes and nods at him. slowly Kili draws an arrow, and knocks it on his bow, taking a breath, he steps away from the rock revealing himself to the orc atop it. Letting the arrow loose, it flies into the chest of the warg, and as the orc brings his horn to his mouth intending to call for the others, Kili looses another arrow into the chest of the orc. The wail of the dying orc and warg ricochet off the rocks echoing at deafening volumes. Eyja sinks her blade into the orc's skull silencing it as Dwalin dispatches the warg, but not before it lets out another agonizing howl.

"Move, run!" Gandalf's yell is heavy with panic, "This way quickly!" he leads the company towards a rock surrounding by a small stand of trees, Thorin's shouts for Kili to shoot the beasts has Eyja readying her own bow, letting arrows fly in every direction, as more and more wargs pour over the hills.

Dwalin yells that Gandalf had abandoned them, but as Eyja turns quickly to seek out the wizard, her mind connects the dots as to where they are. She resumes shooting at the orcs as they advance, Kili by her side mirroring each other.

"This way you fools!" Gandalf's cry from the rocks reaches Eyja's ears at about the same time as an unseen warg pushes her to the ground, teeth bared and saliva dripping. She wrenches her dagger from its place on her thigh, driving it home in the underside of the beasts jaw and dragging it downwards, towards its neck. Kili turns to find Eyja covered in blood, pushing the now deceased warg off her.

Thorin's shouts for Kili and the shifter to run, has them turn from the orcs, they begin to sprint, Eyja dragging Kili along by the wrist as she out paces him. As she dives into the crevice, pulling the brunette dwarrow with her, Thorin jumps down sliding after them. As her feet hit the bottom of the hole she steadies herself on the cool rock wall. Kili stands beside her, out of breath, and unsteady himself. A horn sounds from outside the cave and the sound of hooves pounding the earth sounds in the air. As the sounds of orcs yelling and wargs dying grows louder Eyja and Thorin begin pushing the company away from the entrance, trying to remain concealed from the newcomers. An orc comes rolling down into the cave, arrow protruding from it head,

"Elves." Thorin's voice holds distaste as he tosses the retrieved arrow aside. Bofur calls that they should follow the path and starts walking, the group filing down the twisting hall. Kili and Eyja fall to the back of the group, and she rests a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright Kili?" Her eyes dart over his face, "Do you need to rest?" His breaths are still coming in momentous heaves, but he shakes his head, face turning red at her show of concern.

"Ya," his eyes meet hers and he pauses for a moment at the concern swimming in them, "I'm alright, what about you?"

"I'm perfectly fine." Her voice is soft, and her eyes dance over Kili's face, and they catch on the leaf stuck in his bangs, "Hold still." She reaches out gently pulling the debris from his hair, the strands are soft against her fingers and she drops the leaf on the ground between them. "There was a leaf in your hair."

Kili's face is now a bright red, and he avoids her gaze, "Thank you." The sounds of the company are getting farther away and Kili turns to face the hall, "We should probably catch up to the rest of the group." Eyja nods, and they walk down the path, side by side hands occasionally brushing.

As the pair round the last corner, they come across the company, standing in awe as they lay their eyes on Rivendale, home of the elves. Kili jaw drops open at the waterfalls and architecture. the company makes their way down the hills, and across the bridge approaching the elf standing at the base of the steps. Eyja, bounds forward, bringing the dark haired elf into a hug, which is quickly returned by the ellon. "Lindir, it's lovely to see you, it has been far to long old friend." While Eyja releases the elf from her grasp, Gandalf approaches, and begins speaking with the tall man over the whereabouts of Lord Elrond. Kili stands beside his brother brows furrowed at the elf Gandalf and Eyja are conversing with.

"Brother if you continue to glare at him, he might spontaneously combust." Fili's teasing only serves to make his brothers scowl deepen.

"It's nothing." Kili walks away from his brother, stopping only when he's standing at Eyja's side chin held high as he watches the exchange between the three taller beings. A horn sounding across the valley turns the heads of all those present to the incoming procession of horses. The dwarves quickly bunch up, Kili pushing Eyja to the center of their circle alongside bilbo who had been put there by Thorin. The shifter just laughed and waved at the elven lord as he stepped off his horse.

"Eyja, what a wonderful surprise, it is lovely to see you again," Elrond steps forward and Eyja steps out of the circle of defensive dwarrow, "What brings you here this time dear shifter?"

She bows slightly before responding, "I'm afraid you're going to have to ask Gandalf for the details, for he is leading us." She smiles at the elf before rejoining her dwarven companions, standing next to the very prickly looking Kili. "Are you alright Kili, you look ready to remove somebodies head?" The brunette prince looks to her, the yellow of her eyes reflecting the sun in such a way they appeared to glow.

He nods curtly, "Yes I'm quite alright, how do you know the elves?"

Eyja smiles gently as she looks up to see Elrond and Thorin discussing something, "I met Lord Elrond many years ago, I was passing nearby and was attacked by a band of goblins, Lindir and Lord Elrond were a part of the hunting party that helped me that day." Her smile widens remembering the day, and how she had thrown Lindir to the ground at first mistaking him for an enemy. Kili nods, and tenses once more as Elrond begins to speak in the elven tongue to his uncle.

Gloin brandishes his weapon, "Does he offer us insult?" Eyja laughs quietly.

"No Master Gloin, he offers you food." Her lilting voice is joyous as she explains Elrond's words to the company, causing them to go quiet before Gloin says to lead the way.

The group is led to an open area, where they are told to leave their bags and supplies. Eyja shrugs off her cloak folding it carefully before placing it on the floor, laying her weapons down beside it. Kili watches the skin changer closely, and mimics her actions. Eyja walks over to kneel beside the prince, who is placing his things on the ground in a not so neat pile, "I am going to go and wash all this blood off, follow Lindir, he will show you to a table and provide you with food, I will join you all in a moment." The dwarrow turns his head, pleading silently for her not to leave him alone in the unfamiliar place, but the shifter nods once, before rising and walking swiftly and surely down the hall. Kili moves to stand by his brother, whispering quietly to him the same thing Eyja told him.

Once the rest of the company has finished organizing their bags, Lindir turns to face the group, "Follow me," His voice is smooth and he spares no eye contact for any of them, instead turning on his heel and starting down a new hall. The thirteen dwarves and singular hobbit are quick to follow, not wanting to get lost in the unknown city. The raven haired ellon leads them down the white hallway, before opening a large wooden door to a ginormous room. the room is lit by the setting sun, and filled with a long table with many dwarf sized seats and one regular sized chair. on a raised platform at the end of the room, sectioned off by towering floor to ceiling pillars is a separate table, where the elf lord already sits with the grey wizard.

"Ah welcome, Master Thorin, please join me at my table and do bring your Hobbit, the rest of you my take a seat, the food will be out shortly." Everyone moves at once, the promise of food has them scrambling to find a seat. Kili seats himself beside the larger chair, hoping that when you return, you will sit with them instead of the other table.

As promised, elves are soon bustling around them bringing platters and bowls of food to the long table. But as the dwarves sift through the many dishes, they find no meat. As the company grumbles and complains over the lack of protein, the doors open once more. Eyja steps into the room, skin no longer covered in blood, and dressed in a pair of loose brown pants, that are sinched at the waist and tucked into her boots, her shirt is flowing and white, cuffed at the wrists and tucked in at the waist.

She rounds the long table heading to the empty chair next to the raven haired dwarven prince, but pauses as Lindir grabs her arm. Kili doesn't hear what the elf says to her but at the way her fists clench and her brow furrows, he suspects it can't be anything good. Eyja nods grimly at her friend before stepping past him to rejoin her dwarf companions.

As she pulls the chair out and sits down Kili turns his head, watching her through the curtain of his hair. She quickly dishes some of the leafy meal onto her plate, eyes unfocused. He lifts his head and turns to face the skin changer fully, "Are you alright?" His question seems to shock her out of her trance like state.

"Yes, I'm quite alright, there's just some new information that's been brought to my attention," Eyja shakes her head, "but no matter, it is of little consequence now." Kili raises a brow, but leaves the subject alone for the moment.

"If you say so, hey me and Fili have been thinking-"

"That's never a good thing." Eyja tone is teasing and she smiles at the dwarf.

"Choosing to ignore that, but anyways, we were wondering why Bilbo is called a burglar and not just a robbit." The timing of his words couldn't have been worse, as the shifter had just taken a large drink of water. Eyja bursts out laughing, spewing water over the unfortunate Dwalin seated across from her. As her laughter dies down to giggles and coughing she chokes out an apology as the burly tattooed dwarf scowls. Kili and Fili howl with laughter as they watch the shifter try and mop up the mess with the napkin on the table.

It was then that Bofur leapt onto the table, declaring the music to be unfit for the company and bursting out into song and dance, stomping over the food. The commotion draws the attention of those at the other table and Lord Elrond grumbles as the company sings along, Eyja smiling joyfully.

~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {Dragonshifter}FemOC

A/N - told my sisters kids they can dye my hair red, rethinking my life choices, and lemme know if you want me to start a tag list for those of you who want notifs when a new part comes out

Word Count - 769, its a short one sorry

Summary - emotions and bonding, just a bit of a filler chapter

Warnings - Descriptions of torture, familial death

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Bold-Khuzdul Italics-Elvish

The moonlight filters serenely through the walls of the eleven halls. the shadows passing over the gathering of dwarves huddled together, laughing as Bofur throws food at his brother. Kili pans his dark eyes across the room watching as his uncle stares at the company's burglar from his position against the wall. The young dwarf smiles to himself, Thorin was painfully obvious about his crush on the hobbit. He lets his sight continue across the group only stopping when he notices the missing shifter from their company.

Kili sighs, his heart heavy as he thinks of how Eyja had seemingly deflated at dinner after whatever Lindir had said to her. She had looked as if she had been told that someone had died. Excusing himself from his seat beside his golden haired brother, he steps out of the airy room and out into the direct light of the moon. The silvery light dances over the twisting path leading through sparse trees. The worn leather of his boots crushing leaves on the gravel. Following the trail down to a shadowed gazebo, leaning into the tall marble structure his eyes catch on Eyja's hunched figure leaning on the railing.

"You're missing Bofur's lovely singing," Kili's voice is hushed but still loud enough for the shifter to jump at the sudden break in silence. She turns swiftly tucking something into a pocket with one hand while wiping her face with the other.

She lets a small grin grace her face as she approaches the dwarven prince, "I do think I've heard enough of Bofur's singing for one day." She pulls him into the gazebo and over the the rail where she had previously stood. As Kili goes to ask after why her voice was rough and why her eyes seemed to be on the verge of spilling tears he looks out over the elven valley. His mouth drops open at the sight of the sky, filled with stars and the valley illuminated by their glow. In the distance the warm light of fire-flies dance through shoots of sycamore trees and green shrubs, making them appear to be glowing with an ethereal light. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

Eyja's voice is hushed and Kili nods in bewilderment. She takes a breath before speaking again, "Rivendale was always one of my favorite places to visit." The dark haired dwarf turns to face her, his eyes reflecting the spattering of stars.

"You aren't from here then I take it?", Eyja laughs softly and shakes her head, her dark hair beginning to fall from the braid she had put it in.

The shifter slowly lowers herself to the floor, leaning her back against the support post, "The village i was born in was forgotten long ago by the people of this world, after my birth, my parents thought it fitting to begin travelling, to try and find a proper place for us." She pauses for a moment as Kili sits beside her, "we moved around very often only staying in one place for at most a month, a year into our venture, my sister was born." Eyja voice catches at the mention of her sibling, and Kili watches her with concern creasing his brow. "My mother never truly recovered from her birth, so we settled in Hollin, we lived there for maybe a decade before the orcs showed up." She pulls back her shoulders and huffs out a breath, "From there its just pain and death."

Kili nods, "I know how that feels," Eyja, looks over to him a sad smile on her face. as the two sit in the shadow of the gazebo, the silence acting as a comforting blanket around them, the sounds of the company floating through the air. As the sounds of crickets and voices carry across the valley Kili begins to stand. "Come, we should go get some sleep, I'm sure Thorin will be anxious to get moving again."

"Yes I'm quite sure you're right." Eyja stands beside him and gestures for the dwarven prince to start back towards the company. Kili smiles and holds out his arm.

"What kind of person would I be if I let a lady walk alone?" He chuckles and his dark eyes gleam. Eyja laughs and shakes her head at the dwarf's antics.

"You do realize that even if I'm not holding onto your arm I won't be walking alone right?"

Kili shrugs still bearing his crooked smile, "semantics." Eyja sighs and takes his arm, the two of them beginning back up the hill towards the room where the sound of dwarven voices still comes through.

Okay so I have a big hyper fixation right now

It’s bagginshield (Bilbo and Thorin from the hobbit)

Anyway….. I have an idea/ plot thing inspired by one of @morningnoodles drawings of them where bilbo pulls out a braid from behind his ear

Anyway here you go⬇️

After the battle was over and Thorin was laying on the ground slowly going to join his ancestors while Bilbo holds him pleading for him not to go and stay here with him and the company. Something catches Thorins eye. Something twisted. More specifically a braid. Slowly coming from behind Bilbos ear.

“What is this?” Asks Thorin in a low voice. Reaching up to touch said braid. Bilbo with tears in his eyes helps Thorin reach said braid.

“ A little something I was learning to do. To appreciate and learn some of your customs.” says bilbo in between hiccups.

“For who?” Asks Thorin. As he slowly realizes he may have lost his hobbit to another.

“For… you” says bilbo in a low voice.

This surprises Thorin. His hobbit. His Bilbo. His Love. Did this beautiful intricate braid. For him….

For a man who shammed him? Who hurt him? Who stopped believing in him?

“Why?” Asks Thorin. His breathing slowing.

“Because….. because I…. because I Love You. I love you, Thorin!” Says Bilbo in a loving voice.

His hobbit. His bilbo. His love. Loved him back. And he loved him so unconditionally he went to war and fought for him. Oh how lucky he was.

“That’s good to hear.”

“W-why?”

“Because my dear hob-. No, my dear Bilbo. I love you as well.”

Thorin reached up but could only reach up so far and yet was meet with a kiss from “his love”.

“I love you Bilbo. Thank you”

And those were the last words ever spoken to Bilbo by Thorin.

The end.

Hope you guys like this I don’t write stories this was the first one I’ve ever written.

Thank you for your time.

Can “singularly obsessed with Bilbo Baggins” just be Thorin becoming a big dumb schmoopy kiss monster

Thorin in The Shire from @bagginshieldweek24 prompts. (Was inspired by current lotro festival.)

UwU finally finished my entry for @lorbalith’s wonderful DTIYS challenge. Congratulations on over 9k on insta, and I hope you’ll reach 10k soon! ❤️✨

My entry for the DTIYS challenge by @lorbalith

Congratulations on reaching 10k followers on Instagram! I hope you'll continue to amaze us with your art (and not just with Bagginshield; your Wolverine and Deadpool are awesome too 🔥).

P.S. It was mentioned that we could add something in the background, so I decided to include some of my favorite headcanons to the reshirement AU. The idea that Fili and Kili used to laugh throughout their childhood and, as adults, grumbled about Uncle Thorin always being so responsible and protective of them, promising themselves they would never be like that. But then, when they saw this tiny-small-little hobbit, they ended up becoming extremely responsible uncles themselves. (Thorin will definitely gloat about this in a letter to Dis). Also, there’s a headcanon that Hobbits and Dwarves have different ideas about modesty. Dwarves believe you can marry whoever and however you like, but all signs of affection should be kept behind closed doors. Meanwhile, Hobbits took a long time to get used to the fact that Bilbo Baggins brought a male Dwarf into the house, but they have absolutely no objections to hugs or kisses in public.

do you remember their wedding at the end of the third movie??

I was about to log in on Tumblr. When tumblr did a thing. Apparently Tumblr ships Bagginshield just like I do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hihi

Peter Jackson’s “Hobbit” trilogy in one image.

If I had a dollar for ever TRAGIC GAY SHIP™ I’d DIE for, I could GET SO MANY MORE BOOKS

Voice like a drum, love like a melody

🍂A Baggenshield angst word vomit because I love them🪨

⚠️Warning⚠️

The Hobbit Spoilers and Major Character Death

Word Count: 1407

I have never said I am a perfect man. Polite to a fault, kind as often as I can, truthful when it exists out of the realm of my greed. I am not perfect, and I am well aware of many of my shortcomings as they have made themselves evident over the course of my life.

When I was just a young thing, my father caught me scruffing with a wild fox over a branch neither of us had ever seen before. We had no claim over it, we laid eyes on it at roughly the same time. And yet, we both believed we had a divine right to this dead appendage of a birch tree. My yelling alerted my father, a slender man with a larger brain than anyone. That fact nearly made up for his lack of labor ability. And yet, the fox and I were tired enough that he was able to pry us apart. We must’ve been exhausted, for my father lost the strength to carry me a few months before. I was furious with him for letting the fox get away, and he held me still from squirming. He asked me if I needed the stick. Although I yelled that I did, he knew there was no true reason as I couldn’t give him one. It was then he realized that my greediness of youth would likely follow me to my older years. So, he gave me a rule to hopefully quell or confine it.

“Never take someone else’s need for your wants.” He shook me and let me fall onto the dirty, thornful forest floor and that was the end of the discussion.

And I have followed this advice as often as the opportunity has presented itself. For this reason, I have held myself with the title of a humble man for a long time. I acknowledge that once a humble man announces this, he will lose said title. And, yet, I continue. Because I lost my humility two years ago. I have spent the last two years trying to rope it back to me, but it has eluded me. Finally, with the encouragement of memories of friends eating away at my mind, I have caved and will finally describe this moment in pen, in hopes that doing so will allow it to cease being described behind my eyes every waking moment; even further into my dreams.

He had a voice like the banging of a drum, deep and rolling as the ocean. For the longest time I felt as though love was the wrong word. It was more comfort than love, like a warm bath. He wore dark furs that covered him like scales cover a dragon or a vault covers a treasure. He strode with urgency, commanded with the bravery of a general, gazed at others with rarely a hint of kindness.

When trying to understand him, one must first understand the true language he spoke. His truest of intentions were not found in common or dwarvish, his face or his hands; but his eyes, oh, they held so much. They would stare at me so intensely across the campsite, I would think he was scolding me like an enemy. They would follow my every move, ready to sneer. If eyes could have killed back then, I would have been dead for decades by now.

Every step I took, I seemed to want his approval more and more. Like a river carving a mountain, slowly but surely I was adamant to convince him of one thing and one thing alone; that I deserved to be there. Among warriors and kings and the wisest of our time, I was just a humble hobbit who longed to be right and thirsted for a story to tell.

I quickly found that the task I had set for myself was impossible. There was nothing I could do for Thorin’s favor that would grant me it. The reason was very simple: It is impossible to convince someone of something that you yourself do not believe in.

This changed after our run in with the Orcs of the underground and our skirmish with the Living Mountain. Made to fend for myself after being separated from the group, I will say I even impressed myself with how I managed to escape. (However, my dear reader, that is a tale for another day.) In that moment, I felt surer than anything that I had proven myself. And that is when it began.

I began to see the sun reflect in his eyes, and began to see that he softened ever so slightly when he laid eyes on me. I saw that he began to really, truly see me; and I, him. On such a cold, treacherous journey, with so much left lying ahead of us, eye contact and conversations that felt like a spring afternoon were more than welcome. So, we hid during the day and shone like the sun at night, watching each other like how mortals watch stars.

We orbited one another like spinning magnets, like turning planets. It felt otherworldly, the admiration I could see him hold for me. Running from wargs and resting in glades blurred all the same, an underlying delight lightened everything. Suddenly, the room stopped when I opened my mouth. The world was brighter, laughter was louder, even anger didn’t last as long nor as bad.

I belonged among kings and warriors and wise ones. Not only because I was coming into my own, but also because I was now able to see that all these people of legends were also vulnerable and gay and excitable; and just like me.

Now, my dear reader, I am sure you are wondering when I lost my humility. I have been selfish in this writing, omitting what you are truly here for. For that, I apologize. But, please offer some sympathy to an old man, cursed to remember his life in a better light than it had truly ever shown. Over these many years I have found that the sun will never shine brighter than in a memory. But, I have held you in suspense long enough.

It was the battle of the five armies. Around me was chaos and bloodshed and fear and death. Something had been rifted between Thorin and I, about the arkenstone. A sickness had come over him, like how a dragon covers his treasure. The clouds blotted out the sun in his eyes, moving too erratically to reflect the love I once knew. Love still feels odd to say. But, it is the truth.

I hate to admit it, but I was embarrassed to have missed the entire battle. I was rendered unconscious quickly into the clash, and I woke up too late. I once confided in Balin and he asked what I thought I was late for. My chest ached and my eyes darted and he knew.

I was late to reach Thorin. Too late to protect him. Too late to call for a healer or take the blow instead. The nasty, nasty wound, killing my one love. My spring, my sun, my warmth. I threw myself over him, hands trembling and voice refusing to be used.

He grasped my arm like a vice and looked at me like a star. My mountain, my rock, he was slowly drifting away. His sturdy voice was telling me what we both knew, and then he was pulling me closer.

As the lips I had longed after for so long touched me so tenderly, as I finally reached the end of my journey to reach him, I could so keenly feel the cold of the world around me eating at my skin. I could hear every slash and clang of combat. He was kissing me with such a need.

And I was too late to kiss back with my want. By the time I returned the kiss, his lips were becoming as cold as the snow and his body went limp like a pile of rocks. And I lost him.

I am not a humble man. Friends I forged in the fire of danger, I left behind. I am selfish. I left his memory, his legacy, his love behind. Every night I laid in bed, trying to forget that Thorin died not knowing that I, Bilbo Baggens, man of so many faults and so much love, had kissed him back.

I finally started writing it and just posted the prologue here! Yaaay! I’m mainly writing this for my own enjoyment, but I’m excited to share it with fellow Bagginshield fans too! Feel free to leave comments and show some love!

I came across this Beauty & The Beast AU fanart for Bagginshield, and now I’m inspired to write a fic about it. My mind is buzzing with ideas! lol

I finally started it—yup, a Beauty and the Beast Bagginshield AU fic! It’s for me, yup! Hahaha. The prologue (chapter one) and chapter two are up! Feel free to stop by, read, and show some love!

I stayed up late because I had to get all the ideas out of my head before I forgot them, lol. Because of that, I managed to write up to chapter 5, hahaha! It’s now posted, so feel free to stop by and check it out! Hope you enjoy this Bagginshield Beauty and the Beast AU fic!