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The hobbit fic recs

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as sunshine falls on the wretched by KivrinEngle - Rated G

Bilbo Baggins, the newly appointed Master of Bag End, has just reached his majority. He lives alone in his fine house, managing his estate, and ignoring the people of Hobbiton as much as they avoid him. When a storm lands him with an unexpected (and unwelcome) little visitor, all Bilbo wants to do is find the baby Dwarf's missing family so he can get back to his own life. That's not what happens.

dig your roots ('fore the sun goes down) by GuardianofDawn - Rated T

It isn't that Shirefolk - one Bilbo Baggins included - go out of their way to keep their gifts a secret. They just don't consider any of it abnormal or gossip-with-strangers worthy. Hobbits can pass unseen and unheard when they wish, because hobbits are children of the earth and growing things. Hobbits will say it is because they don't clod about in steel toed boots. Hobbits can choose to grow their children in groves, like prayers granted by Yavanna. Hobbits, if questioned, would mildly ask why else you would call growing trees a 'nursery'. And sometimes, as all hobbits know, a grove born hobbit may have been twice-grown. Shirefolk will comment that such a hobbit was born knowing a shortcut to mushrooms, and count their blessings when Gandalf Greyhame does not make himself involved in the matter. (They weren't so lucky as that last with Bilbo.)

First Impressions by BeautifulFiction - Rated G

‘Do we not feed you enough, Master Baggins?’ Bilbo rolled his eyes, glad that his back was to Thorin. By the Valar, the dwarf knew how to make even a simple question into a challenge. He found flaw in everything, and Bilbo was sorely tempted to throw the apple he had picked at Thorin’s head. Only the grumble of his belly and the tattered remnants of his good manners stayed his hand. They did not, however, control his tongue.

The 'H' Word by Trixylune - Rated G

For a Hobbit Kink Meme Prompt: Lets say that the term 'halfling' is an extreme insult to Hobbits. and during the Journey, Bilbo doesn't realise that the Dwarves don't know what the term actually means and doesn't understand why they are being so vulgar towards him. Lets also say that Gandalf was riding too far ahead or something and doesn't realise what's going on until dinner one night when he hears one of the dwarves (Bofur/Ori? Plz?) jokingly call Bilbo 'Halfling' and is furious. Gandalf:"BOFUR! Do NOT use that word in my presence again!" Dwarves:??

How To Win A Hobbit's Affection by Tehri - Rated G

There are a few key differences in how hobbits and dwarves court. These differences can lead to a good deal of confusion, and while Thorin is certainly not the image of a subtle dwarf, Bilbo is still utterly confused about what is going on.

Let your colours bleed (And blend with mine) by Xenomorphic - Rated T

Hobbits glow whenever they are happy. Of course Gandalf forgot to tell the dwarves.

The Age of Miscommunication by SilverSkiesAtMidnight - Rated T

“It’s got such a presence to it, even from a distance,” Bilbo says softly, and there’s a general murmur of awed agreement from the others. “Why, in all my fifty years, I never thought I’d see such a thing, and we haven’t even arrived yet!” Thorin’s sword hits the ground with a clatter, and Balin chokes on his pipe. The hobbit doesn’t look at Thorin, too busy thumping Balin on the back. Once the dwarf seems able to breathe again, he looks up, to find thirteen wide pairs of eyes fixed on him. “What?” he says defensively, though he’s not sure what he’s defending. “You’re how old?” Kíli squeaks. Bilbo frowns at the young dwarf. “I’m fifty years old. Well, fifty-one, come springtime. Though it is not very polite to ask someone their age so bluntly,” he tells him primly. Fíli makes a choked sound, and Nori lets out a vicious string of swears in Khuzdul.

Beauty Weeps the Brave by LaoraRyn - Rated G

None of the dwarves understand why bouquets of flowers adorn these tombs in the catacombs of Erebor. But then, none of them ever really understood Bilbo Baggins, either.

You Got Me by drunkonwriting - Rated G

The Company shows their affection for Bilbo in accordance with dwarvish tradition. Bilbo... has no idea why everyone keeps giving him gifts. (Dwarves give gifts of craft to start friendships or romance. Everybody lives AU, canon-compliant through the first movie.)

A Pretty Face by panickyintheuk - Rated G

Bilbo does his best to prove that he isn't completely shallow. The Company doesn't seem convinced, for some reason.

One Hobbit Against Five Armies of Stupidity by driedupwishes - Rated G

Bilbo Baggins was tired, dirty, and had had it up to here with everyone's ridiculous stubbornness. He swore when he got his hands on Gandalf the Grey, he was going to bloody strangle him. That would be after he knocked some sense into that damn gold crazed dwarf first, however. That was, of course, if he lived through the experience of letting Thorin Oakshield know he had the Arkenstone.

The Road Goes Ever On And On by myredturtle - Rated G

Being dead doesn't stop Bilbo Baggins from wanting to solve riddles and set out on adventures

The Ladder by Milliethekitty27 - Rated G

Inspired from a post made by wheeloffortune-design on tumblr. Tired of his lonely kitchen in Yavanna's Garden, Bilbo Baggins wonders if the dwarven love of being underground is true in death. If so, maybe his dwarves are living (ha ha) under the very land Bilbo is weeding. With that thought, Bilbo goes and asks Hamfast for a shovel.

Arkenrocks by Cimila - Rated G

The thing Gandalf neglected to mention when he assured Thorin Oakenshield and Company that Bilbo Baggins of Bag End would be the perfect thief for their mission was this: A Hobbit wouldn't be able to tell a diamond from a pearl, or from an Arkenstone - no matter how hard they try. This leads to some confusion, on Bilbos part. And some frustration, again on Bilbos part. (What sort of a description was 'heart of the mountain', anyway? A useless one, that's what.)

dine with the blood on my hands by aHostileRainbow - Rated G

What if the dwarves did break one of Belladonna Took's prized dishes? [Another AU snapshot of Bilbo Baggins losing his temper and being a BAMF about it.]

The Most Ancient and Sacred Hobbit Remedy by Ingi - Rated G

Conkers is a game of skill and fun, a perfect way to let off steam to prevent many in-families assassinations from ocurring, and most of all, training. Because in Hobbit culture, many things are sacred, but very few as sacred as generosity and constraint. And sometimes, of course, a hobbit becomes overly greedy. It happens even in the best of families —Bilbo's, even, has a perfect example, coughLobeliacough—, and so, the hobbits long devised a solution: the Most Ancient and Sacred Hobbit Remedy for Greediness. It works nine times out of ten, and the one that doesn't is usually due to death or severe injury meddling in the process.

To Love Is To Live by erikaehm - Rated G

Twist on the 'Bilbo takes in a dwarf' stories.

Bilbo does take in a dwarf … but not Thorin, Fili, Kili, or Ori.

He takes in Bifur.

On Omelettes by icarus_chained - Rated G

Bilbo interrupts an argument between Bombur and Dwalin to explain the hobbit approach to ancestral weaponry, and the insanity of more or less the entire Took line. Or: why frying pans are a hobbit's weapon of choice.

Listen by Neyiea - Rated G

Bilbo's always had a good ear for languages, so with a little bit of effort on his part, and a small amount of help from an unlikely source, he begins to learn Khuzdul.

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magravenwrites · 1 year

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Finding a Fellowship:

Chapter 4: Teach me

A/N: Thanks to everyone who is still following this story, sorry for the slow updates!

Chapter Trigger Warnings: Mentions of child abandonment and deceased parents. I think that’s it? Let me know if you think I have missed any!

A massive thank you to @axe-does-writing for beta-reading this for me, you’re amazing!

Hope you enjoy!

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When Killiel entered the forge, the heat of it hit her in the face, making her stop in the doorway as if it were a physical barrier. Pushing forward, she found the heat was almost welcoming once she had adjusted.

The coal fire and forging area seemed to be closest to the door; at the other end of the room there was a collection of supplies, from horseshoes to metal railings. Killiel also took note of the various weapons hanging from the walls. Swords, knives, bows and bushels of arrows.

A promising start.

Her eyes fell on the man in the corner of the room. He hadn’t noticed her yet and she took the opportunity to take him in.

The blacksmith was a bear of a man. Taller than anyone she had met and broad shouldered. It felt like he filled the room. Killiel felt the urge to turn back and forget she ever wanted anything. He had greying hair that was cropped short, and his face looked weather-beaten, rough; he carried a limp as he moved about the room, only making him scarier. He already had a reputation for being grouchy and irritable, she would have to tread carefully.

He turned and spotted her, both of them stopping short for half a moment. She felt like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

“Get out, this isn’t a place for children.” he grouched, before he continued to move about like she wasn’t even there.

This was going to be hard work.

“Is it true you were a soldier? That you’re a weapons master as well as a blacksmith?”

Straight to the point. He didn’t look like he would appreciate dallying around.

Sighing through his nose when she didn't immediately leave, he continued to go about his work. “Why can't people mind their own damn business?” he muttered more to himself.

“Yes, it is true; I am a soldier of Gondor. Or I was - until I got this blasted limp leg injury. ‘Prevented me from fulfilling my duty effectively’ is what they said. Bah, load of nonsense.”

He turned back to Killiel as if just realising she was there once more. “Now I told you to get out. Go.”

Perhaps it was better for her to stay away from that line of questioning. But she couldn't back down now. At least he was somewhat willing to talk.

“Why did you move here? Why not stay in Gondor?” She asked instead. Anything to distract him from his leg injury.

He puts the sword down on the bench in front of him, directing a glare her way.

“You're not going to let this go, are you?”

“No.”

He rubbed a hand over his face; as if answering her questions was the worst inconvenience to befall him.

“The forge was my brothers, I moved here to be closer to him when he fell ill. When he died, I took over the place, making weapons as well as my regular duties.”

Was there anything she could ask that wouldn’t lead to a tragic backstory? Perhaps she should just cut straight to the chase. He would only tolerate her being there for so long anyway.

“Teach me how to fight.”

He scoffs “What business does a child have in learning to use weapons?”

Killiel faltered, she hadn’t thought through exactly how she was going to convince him to teach her. At least she had his full attention now.

“Well, now I’m on my own I need to know how to defend myself - even if it is not with weapons then with fists. I only need to know enough to defend myself properly if nothing else.” She pleaded.

It was a risk, admitting she was completely alone, he could do anything to her. But she felt he wouldn’t help if she didn’t explain exactly why she needed his help.

“Your parents?” he asked seriously.

“Dead” She chose to keep it simple. He only needed to know what was strictly necessary.

“Other family?” He straightened up, disbelieving anyone would leave the child completely alone.

Killiel shook her head. “None that I know of, or at least, none that are close enough to do anything about it anyway.” A small white lie wouldn’t hurt.

“How do you get by?”

She huffed, and rolled her eyes. “Look - I can fend for myself well enough at home, I just need to know how to protect myself if someone tries to hurt me. I can already use a bow, but that’s not exactly great for up-close fights. And when I eventually leave this village, I’d rather not leave with just a bow to defend myself with - what if I run out of arrows or something?”

“Are you not too hot standing next to that fire?” He changed the subject when he noticed she had been standing next to the fire the entire time and had not broken a sweat yet.

What's that got to do with anything?

“No, it doesn't bother me” she said, giving him a bewildered look.

“You are a strange child.”

“I fail to see how this is relevant” she bristled.

Heaving another sigh when she failed to take the bait, he resumed going about his work as he spoke.

“I don't have the time on top of my smithy duties to train you. Now, I would appreciate it if you left me to get on with my work in peace.”

Killiel set her jaw. She would not back down now.

“I could come in an evening, when you have finished working - which would suit me better too as I don’t want everyone to know I’m learning to fight. Or I could help with your work, if that helps? You’d have less work to do then and more time to teach me.”

“Teaching you as my apprentice would be too much trouble. It would take twice as long to do everything while you learn, than it would for me to just do it myself. And a forge is too dangerous for children to be messing around in.” He grumbled.

Killiel rolled her eyes. Now they were just going around in circles.

“I’m not completely useless, you know. I’m not stupid, I know its hard work and it is dangerous, but I only wanted to help. Like I said, I can already use a bow –”

“-you may think you're good with a bow, but that doesn’t mean you are.” He interrupted.

“I'm better than good!” She said, offended.

He only laughed in return.

Killiel eyed a bow and a cluster of arrows he must have made in the corner of the room. It had been a while since she had shown off to anybody. She made her way over to it, grabbing it and an arrow, turning to face him.

“Put them down before you hurt yourself or worse - damage my stock.” he demanded pointing to where she had picked it up from.

Killiel glared at him.

“Pick a spot.” she ordered.

“What?”

“Pick a target, and I will show you just how good I am with a bow.” She all but growled.

He shook his head, disbelieving he was actually going through with this before picking up a piece of charcoal. He walked over to the far side of the room to a wooden pillar keeping the roof up, using the charcoal to mark an X on it.

“There.”

He began to move out of the way behind her, afraid she would miss and hit him. She rolled her eyes at the action. And before he got too far, she holstered the arrow, pulled her arm back and fired. Straight passed his head. Hitting the dead centre of the cross.

He whipped around to stare at the arrow, stunned, before slowly turning to face Killiel once more. A mixture of shock and fury was written across his face; angry she had shot while he was still in the line of fire, but impressed she had hit the mark so quickly and accurately.

She raised an eyebrow at him, a self-satisfied smirk pulling at her lips.

“So what? You can fire an arrow into a wooden pillar, I bet you can't do it again.”

Challenge accepted.

She was silently glad he was challenging her, it meant she had got his attention.

She pulled another arrow from the bunch. Taking her time to line it up properly this time. She exhaled and fired.

Another perfect shot. The arrow had hit the target perfectly tucked next to the first.

Killiel looked at him as she lowered her weapon, watching him fight with himself, not wanting to admit he was wrong.

“How are you with moving targets?” He challenged, hands on his hips.

“Why don’t you throw something and find out?”

“-Perhaps outside though, if you want to be safe.” she added.

He nodded, and she beamed, pulling another arrow from the pile following him outside.

He picked up a stone from the ground and asked if she was ready. She nodded, arrow nocked, stance ready. He threw the stone hard up in the air at a slight angle, she quickly pulled the bow up, arm drawn back, tracking the stone in the air, before losing the arrow. It sailed through the air, hitting the stone, sending both off course, and clattering on the dirt path.

He didn’t say anything for a time, running his large hand through his cropped hair. Now that she was standing closer to him, she could see the small cuts and burns littering his hands and forearms, evidence of a lifetime of fighting and working in the forge.

“You're not bad with a bow, I’ll give you that.” He conceded.

"Not bad? I’ve just aced every challenge you’ve just given me, I think that qualifies as more than ‘not bad’." She contested smugly.

"It's all well and good you being able to shoot, but that doesn’t mean I can teach you anything else. How would you plan to pay me anyway, I don’t work for free." He crossed his arms.

He was interested, that was for sure, all she had to do now was find the right price.

"You could have first picks of the game I sell at the market - have the best catches of food for your family. Or you could have some of the money I make from selling them, it wouldn’t be much, but it would be enough, you can have whichever you prefer."

The man studied her for a while longer, weighing up her offer. Killiel felt the urge to stand up straighter pulling at her spine as she waited.

“I want the first pick of your game. Good quality game is getting harder to come by these days for a cheap price. You’re to get here at dusk tomorrow. You’ll practice everyday, if you’re serious about it. I won’t have any messing about and time-wasting, ya hear?”

Killiel was practically bouncing up and down on the spot as she tried to contain her excitement.

“Of course! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I won’t let you down! I promise!” She exclaimed.

The blacksmith raised an eyebrow at her antics. Despite his stoic manner, an amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and a spark had returned to his eyes that hadn’t been present for a very long time.

Perhaps this would be the new start they were both looking for.

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