lavender-rose tea

Bilbo looked back up, some considerable amount of shame sitting in his heart for the dismayed look he could not restrain. He might never settle into the hero figure that many dwarves now held him up as. He might never feel like it was a particularly heroic thing to do, stepping between Azog and Thorin. He would do it a thousand times, against a thousand foes, until there were no more foes to fight. After all that commotion, he would surely sit down for a well-deserved cup of lavender-rose tea, and he would certainly offer Thorin some.

my first bagginshield fic! i’ve loved these movies forever and ever but never thought to write about them until i very recently rewatched them with some bagginshield-tinted glasses. this is dedicated to my dear friend who watched it with me, FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME, and has found himself in the fucking trenches. enjoy!