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What shouldn't have been seen I had been sleeping soundly and calmly until the sound of a twig snapping loudly woke me up. It was sudden and loud, and in no time I was on both of my feet drawing my weapon out and looking around with nervousness. Were we under attack? Were enemies surrounded us? Was it the orcs again? I looked around in an almost paranoid manner, noticing how everyone was still asleep, including my brother Kili. Had they not heard the sound? I looked around, quickly counting all of us, and it didn't take my long to notice that two spots that had been previously occupied by sleeping people were empty. Well, one. The hobbit had been the one in charge of the

Bagginshield cuteness pt. 2Thorin slowly woke up, feeling the hobbit slightly shift on top of him. Still half asleep, he tightened his grip around Bilbo, burying his nose against his neck, nuzzling it gently. He hasn't felt this good in quite a long time and he wanted to savour this as long as possible.
Bilbo blushed slightly when he felt the other hold on tighter and snuggle to him, but he smiled and ran one of his hands through the others rather long hair and relaxed back against him.
Thorin felt the hobbit's small fingers playing with his hair and started to finally fully wake up. Slowly, he opened his eyes and smiled as soon he saw Bilbo. "Good morning.", he whis

ImpossibleBilbo wince and held his sides, as he tried to walk on but something was wrong but he didn't know what, The company's had stopped for the night after the eagles saved them from Azog and the other orcs, at first he thought nothing of it he didn't get hurt much maybe a couple of burns and scraps maybe some bruises, but this pain in him was not normal, he kept himself quiet as they found a mouth of an empty cave to sleep in.

Bofur handed him a bowel of something warm and wet, "You alright?" he asked noticing the pale look on the Hobbit's face
"Ummm yeah fine…I think."
"Running, it's all that running you're not use to it, get some of this d

Most TreasuredBilbo wasn’t sure what would happen when Thorin found out what he'd done. He was hoping – hoping desperately – that the King under the Mountain would at least listen to his reasoning for his actions. If not, then, well, there wouldn’t be much left of him. Thorin, when truly enraged, was even fiercer than Smaug.
But Bilbo could not bear to see the ferocious lust for life in the eyes of Durin’s heir fade any further. He could not bear to watch idly as gold sickness destroyed everything Thorin and Company had worked and fought so hard for.
So he had taken the Arkenstone he had so carefully hidden from the dwarves an

Never Been So Wrong

AN: I recently started reading all of these really awesome Thilbo Bagginshield fics, and I have to say, the couple kind of freaked me out at first. I just couldn't imagine them being together, but after reading twenty-something stories about them and seeing the movie seven times (yes, I have actually seen it seven times) I ship them hard. So I decided to write a fic about them, since I love yaoi and have written several yaoi stories before.
And I know Bilbo is supposed to be 50 in the book/movie universe, but that's a bit weird for me, since Hobbit's live as long as humans do. So just pretend he's twenty or something.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own

Sleep

AN: I was about to go to bed at 1 in the morning when I thought of this. Just a cute little fluff drabble, and the first K+ story I've ever written, and the first story under 1k words. Yay for me!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOTR of the Hobbit. Bless J.R.R Tolkien's heart for giving us fangirls such a wonder fandom to worship! ;D
Finally, the day had come. They would no longer be sitting on logs for chairs, using the ground for sleeping or using the woods as a bathroom. Actual handkerchiefs could be used for running noses, their filthy clothes could be washed as well as their grimy, dirt-laden skin.
The day had come were they could stay at an inn

A Not So Secret Family MomentA shuffling noise from the bushes on the other side of the fire quickly brought Bilbo to consciousness. He made to grab his sword as he looked up but he was rooted to the spot by a rather odd sight. A sight that made him rub his eyes free of the image.

Nope, still there.

Thorin was sitting on a fallen log with Fili sitting cross-legged facing away from him, which of course wasn't the odd thing. The odd thing was that Thorin was, of all things, braiding Fili's hair.

Now all dwarfs braid their hair, so that wasn't shocking at all for Bilbo. It was that Thorin, himself, was doing the braiding. Which caused Bilbo to rub his eyes yet again.

Ag

Warm straw and hugsThilbo

The ever lasting cold, it settles and makes its presence known. Wrapping its invisible arms around you, embracing you, covering your fragile flesh with goosebumps and shivers, convincing you to wrap up warm or snuggle with your mate...but on a journey with thirteen other males the chances are, you'll have to deal with it and man up...poor old Bilbo, was shivering in the winter sun, huddled to his pony, evil (he named the pony such a name after he'd been thrown off of her at least four or more times.)

They stopped off at a old, worn looking barn, with absolutely no food whatsoever.

"Typical..." Bilbo muttered and dismounted Evil, his

HauntedThorin couldn't quite put his finger on what was different about their burglar. Bilbo Baggins was a Hobbit, an ordinary Hobbit who had been craving the comfort of his own home since they left the Shire all those weeks ago. Since their subsequent journey, capture in the goblin kingdom and consequent escape from said goblins and finally the thrilling battle with Azog and his pack in which that regular, ordinary Hobbit had saved his life, and Bilbo had not been himself. The King Under The Mountain would be lying if he said he hadn't noticed.

The question of what had changed for their Hobbit, correction his Hobbit haunted him at night. He laid a

Shivering I only noticed the absence of the hobbit from around the campfire once Bombur had finished preparing dinner. I had been silently staring at the red fire that had been heating the food, deep in thought, and had only been brought back to the real world when I had been given a bowl of soup by Kili.

"Uncle" He said as he handed it to me.

I silently thanked him and looked around, immediately looking around at the others, who were laughing and joking whilst eating dinner. Gandalf, Kili Fili, Bofur, Bofur, Bombur… they were all here, all except the Halfling. I started looking around, searching for him. Ever since what had happened a few days ag

The Watchman THE WATCHMAN

It was well known that Thorin Oakenshield was a hard head, stubborn to his very core and had a determination so fierce that he had chosen to take back Erebor with only thirteen dwarves and a Hobbit. It was his stubbornness that had ultimately caused his demise on the battlefield, something he would never back down from. He had defended his decision voraciously since arriving in the Haven. He had refused to go forth without his entire company and so he had sat in the Haven for nigh on seventy years, watching as each member of his company went through life without him. Kili and Fili, bless their hearts had crossed through to the

Secret desires Ch1It was already dark by the time that we stopped walking that day. It had been a little more than two weeks since we had departed from Bag End towards our destiny, and while we had advanced a lot, it still wasn't nearly enough. That was easy to see for even someone like me who had never strayed too far from The Shire. As I laid down on the floor, trying to get some sleep on the cold earth, from which I was barely shielded by the piece of cloth that I was laying on, my thoughts wondered to the other dwarves, to my companions. They all had such ability that it was admiring, shocking and saddening for someone like me, who had none of such kind of

It Has Been Said Thorin was on his deathbed and everyone knew it. The silence in the camp was absolute, and it was strange to hear when just before the battle it had been full of song and cheer. Everyone came and went from the room in which he lay, staring sadly at the injured king and trying their best not to cry.

But there was one creature who would not leave his side no matter what. That creature was Bilbo Baggins. He would never admit it but ever since Thorin had embraced him on the mountain peak his feelings toward the leader had taken a turn for (in Bilbo's opinion) the worse. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about the dwarf for a single second d

Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. I)The first time Thorin saw the Hobbit, he knew he would be a liability. As much as the Dwarf trusted Gandalf, there was an innocence in the little creature's eyes that could not be ignored. It only took a glance for him to know that this Bilbo Baggins was no burglar. Most likely, the Hobbit had never lifted a weapon in his life; he was ill suited to the rough conditions that this quest would no doubt yield. As such, Thorin wasted no effort hiding his contempt at Gandalf's choice. There was no possible way this small, comfortable being could take his place as a member of the Dwarven Company. He was no warrior; it was obvious that he would be no

Bagginshield: Moments Captured in Travel (Ch. II)The Dwarves quickly noticed that Bilbo was becoming their leader's favorite member of the Company. Thorin would walk with him as they trekked through the forest, helping his shorter companion over roots and rocks, catching him by the elbow when he stumbled. At night, the Dwarf Lord would be sure to save the Hobbit a spot by the fire, and assemble his bedroll in close proximity to the other's. In fact, since their run-in with the Pale Orc, Thorin was rarely seen apart from his burglar.

And of course, there was the incident that a few of the Company had witnessed the morning they left the Great Shelf; as they packed their supplies and made rea

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"You're a bloody idiot!" Thorin yelled at Bilbo, forcing the Halfling against the rocky mountainside. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" His fist slammed down on the rock beside Bilbo's cheek.
Bilbo met Thorin's furious eyes, confused but defiant. "I saved you."
"For which I am eternally grateful," Thorin snarled, the truth in his words startling Bilbo. "But my life is not worth yours." His voice was soft, pain shining in his eyes. The fist that landed near Bilbo's face uncurled, moving slowly to the Halfling's cheek, cupping it gently. "My life will never be worth yours."
"You're wrong," Bilbo's voice was soft, so soft in fact that it was barely audible, but the words still fell upon Thorin's ears. Thorin cocked his head, noticing that Bilbo didn't push his hand away. He let his thumb explore the hobbit's face, amazed by the lack of facial hair. He had never felt skin so smooth in his life.
"Am I?" Thorin barely spoke above a whisper, his head straightening as he pressed against Bilbo, moving his forearm so that it pinned the his chest. "Listen, Halfling," Thorin moved closer to Bilbo, their foreheads pressed together, their lips almost touching. "You are valuable, more precious than fine metals, than gold. You mean something."
At this Bilbo laughed, albeit uncertainly. He wasn't sure how he felt about Thorin's body pressed against him, but he was surprised to find that he wasn't against it. "To who?"
Thorin's eyes met Bilbo's unflinchingly, the raw emotion in them stirring something deep inside of the Halfling. "To me."
Thorin was against him then, pulling the hobbit as close as he could as he kissed him, the arm that had pressed against Bilbo's chest now wrapping around his back, pulling him closer. Bilbo barely had time to react, moving his tiny fingers to Thorin's hair before Thorin pulled away, pushing Bilbo back gently, turning to report back to the group.
He had walked a good eight steps away, before he stopped, half tilting his head back towards Bilbo, the fading sunlight catching his jaw bones, bringing out a beauty in the Dwarf that the Hobbit had never seen before. "You will always mean something to me."

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What really happened when Bilbo saved Thorin's ass.

The best part? I don't even ship Thilbo. I'm a Thili person. Thili and Kili all the freaking way man...just...as long as Kili's adopted. I don't like the whole Uncle/nephew things, but Kili and Thorin just... yeah. Anyway.

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~BreAnn99 May 13, 2013 New member

i loved it. i love the pairing of thilbo. great writing

~jahchild1904 Apr 11, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

If Tolkien were alive to read this… This is by far the worst of anything that could have come out of making a Hobbit movie. It's disgraceful to everything that Tolkien created.

~AlmostIronic May 7, 2013

People can write whatever the fuck they want, deal with it.
Don't like, don't read.

~WanderingArcher Mar 19, 2013

Interestingly enough, I don't really ship Thorin and Bilbo either. I did a bit when I read the book, but not so much now that I've seen the movie a few times. It just threw me a little. Nice thing about this, though, is that I can use my own mental Thorin and Bilbo instead of the movie ones.

Nicely done, especially for such a short piece.

~Lembas--Bread Feb 10, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

If only...

~nobarawolfgirl Feb 5, 2013

i almost never fav writings, but this...i couldnt help myself!

~MikaTKuha Jan 30, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Um...I'm pretty sure I've read this somewhere before. Did you write a story with this in it, because it is almost exactly like another I've read. Do you have a fanfiction account?

*Stephonika-W-Kaye Jan 17, 2013

I'm not really into yaoi parings, but I like your writing. Very well done indeed.

~ThisBeautifulDream Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you. I am very honoured.

~countytyronelass34 Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Yeah Thorin!!!

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