I just realized something
from the hobbit:
“This was Thorin’s style. He was an important dwarf. If he had been allowed, he would probably have gone on like this until he was out of breath, without telling anyone there anything that was not known already.”
from the fellowship of the ring:
“All the one hundred and forty guests expected a pleasant feast; though they rather dreaded the after-dinner speech of their host (an inevitable item). He was liable to drag in bits of what he called poetry; and sometimes, after a glass or two, would allude to the absurd adventures of his mysterious journey.”
Thorin 🤝 Bilbo
boring people with their speeches
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One of my favorite genres of thilbo fics it's the
"the entire company it's pretty sure bilbo dont know that the mythril shirt was a courting gift but no one says a thing because everyone is betting on how long these two idiots can dance around each other "
Extra points if Bilbo does something that would be considered courting on the shire but he thinks it's safe to do In erebor because no one knows until gandalf just arrives for no reason and it's like " bilbo my dear friend why haven't you invited me to your wedding"
(Another version I like it's the no one says a thing until Dìs arrives in the mountain and it's just " oh so this is the hobbit my brother had been courting, little shorter than I imagined and beardless but adorable you made good choice for once thorin)
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Bilbo felt a hazy warmth in his chest as he and his companions sat around the fire. Some spoke in soft tones but most kept to themselves, and Bilbo found the hushed atmosphere comforting. The fire crackled and waved in the soft breeze. It was a cool night but Bilbo found only warmth surrounding him.
Bilbo let his eyes wander over his companions. Despite himself, Bilbo found his eyes seeking out Thorin’s form and with a shock, flitted his eyes away when he found that unrelenting stare was already turned on him. When he dared to look back Thorin’s eyes were back on the fire, reflecting the light, shadows dancing across his features, his heavy brow, his long nose. Bilbo couldn’t help staring, he’d found himself staring a lot lately. Something about Thorin drew his gaze, made him crave to know more about someone so set upon keeping themselves hidden away.
As the fire waned and trickled down to glowing embers, most of the group began setting out their bed rolls and tucking themselves away for the night. Bilbo wasn’t eager to go to bed, enjoying the peace of the evening too much to break it.
“I’m taking first watch, you may retire for the night,” Thorin’s voice broke over the silence from across the fire, making Bilbo sit up straight from where he’d been dozing on and off.
“Ah I- I wasn’t quite ready to go yet if you don’t mind my company.”
Thorin grunted in response and Bilbo took that to mean it was alright.
“You’ve been keeping up well lately, you’ve grown accustomed to the road.”
Bilbo felt shock at the unexpected compliment from Thorin, he almost looked around to see if perhaps Thorin was speaking to some unknown third party.
“Thank you,” Bilbo said with true honesty, “you all make the road more comforting than it ought to be. Though of course it’s nothing compared to being home.”
“I think the road can be comforting in its own way,” Thorin said with an edge to his voice.
Bilbo fretted over his words, of course to Thorin, whose only home was the road after losing his own, would be offended by what Bilbo had said, “I- I didn’t mean any offense, I’m not saying that the road is… I just meant that I missed…”
The rich rumble of amusement left Thorin’s throat, “calm yourself Bilbo, I found no offense in your words.”
Bilbo almost sighed audibly with relief and almost gasped on an intake at the sound of his own name coming from Thorin’s lips.
Thorin continued as though this hadn’t been the first time he’d spoken his name, “I only meant that I’ve found home, more often than not, is where you make it rather than where you were born.”
Bilbo stared at Thorin from across the glowing embers, he didn’t care that their eyes had held each other’s for longer than ought to be considered normal.
“Though I’m sure for someone who still has one, you must long for home,” Thorin said not unkindly.
“I’ve found it easier to leave behind than I expected after gaining so much from leaving it.”
Thorin’s face cracked with a smile and he gave Bilbo a nod.
“Sleep now hobbit, you will need rest for tomorrow’s journey.”
Bilbo got to his feet and left Thorin’s company regretfully, going to his bed roll. He climbed in and as he listened to his fellow companion’s snoring and Thorin’s soft humming over the silence of the many scattered glittering stars, Bilbo supposed home was not where you’d been born, but rather where you made it and who you made it with.
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