Tag: bagginshield.

lesbiankiliel:

aaawww Sam 💕
but it’s all true (and Rosie is The Cutest)
also Bilbo and Thorin are relationship goals

ROSIE IS TOTALLY THE CUTEST. And I love picturing Sam’s face in that moment 😀

Awww thank, Erina! Glad you like these two old saps bein saps everywhere! 

SansĂ»kh – Sneak Peek, ch48

loves, I am working as fast as my stubby lil fingers will allow me to get this next chapter happening. It’s at 3.5K now, and I hope to have the bare bones of it sorted by this afternoon. 

I know it might be a bit… uh, famine-then-feast, but I really want to show my appreciation to everyone for their kindness, non-pressuring understanding, and patience during a rough time. 

So, anyways. Have a snippet of the draft of 48!

(*gif is totally unrelated to the chapter – I’ve been watching #GBBO lately and saw this and thought it was hilarious SORRY my sense of humour is borked as per usual)

…

“Show me,” were Dís’
first words after Frerin had finished his halting description of the pool of GimlĂźn-zĂąram
and its purpose. Frerin flinched, sinking deeper into his chair by Thráin’s
hearth.

DĂĄin pursed his
lips. His current pig oinked disapprovingly from its place by his feet (Thorin
had long since stopped trying to tell them apart). “Warning you now: The first
time is a shocker,” he said.

“You went in too
soon,” Thorin said to him. Dáin shrugged.

“Probably, but
there’s no good time to see what you left behind you. It would have hurt either
way.”

“My whole life has
been a litany of ‘too soon’,” Dís said, her eyes hard as she raised them to her
family. “I am not afraid of loss. Show me.”

Frerin winced, but
took her hand anyway. “Seems to be my usual job,” he said apologetically.

“I’ll come get you
in a couple of hours,” Frís offered, and Dís nodded absently. She towered over
her brother as she followed him from the room. Víli’s worried gaze followed
her.

“You all right?”
Thorin murmured to him, and he glanced back, startled.

“I’m
” he began,
but broke off with a conflicted look and a huff.

“Aye,” said Thráin,
as though he knew exactly what Víli was trying to say. “She’ll be back in a few
hours, lad. She won’t disappear in a puff of smoke the moment you turn your
back!”

“I know,” Víli
said, and his head bent, ever so slightly.

“Dad,” Fíli said,
softly. VĂ­li nodded, wordless, before he reached out with both hands and gave
both Thorin and FĂ­li a rough, affectionate pat on the arm.

“I’m all right.
It’s just – well,” he said, and then he stood. His smile was wry. “I don’t need
to say it, do I? I’m off to see Lóni and Frár, I guess. I want to see if Frár’s
working on anything new. Busy hands and busy mind and all that.”

“Good idea,” Thráin
said.

“I’ll go with you,”
said Fíli, still looking a little worried. “Uncle?”

Thorin shook his
head. “I want to stop in on Gimli. I won’t disturb your mother and little
uncle. I haven’t heard any report on the journey since the departure, and that
was some weeks ago.”

“They’re well into
Mirkwood by now then,” said Thráin.

“Greenwood,” said Kíli, looking faintly
injured.

“I’ll go pop in on
my lad, and then I’ll stop in on that trio of idiots going East,” said Dáin,
giving his pig a scratch beneath its bristly chin. It gave him a limpid-eyed
look of bliss.

“You just want to
coo at the babies again,” accused Víli. “Not foolin’ anyone.”

DĂĄin shrugged
again, grinning freely. “Who can blame me?”

“Nobody,” Thráin
laughed, and pushed Dáin’s shoulder a little. “Nobody at all. Get on with you,
then. Stop hogging all the heat from my fire.”

“Want company?”
KĂ­li offered as Thorin stood and stretched a little.

“It will likely be
very dull,” he warned Kíli, but he nevertheless fell into step at his side as
they left Thráin’s rooms. Custard was stretched out before the hearth, boneless
and loose with her tongue slightly protruding. She didn’t even stir at the
sound of so many booted feet passing at once.

“I can do dull,”
KĂ­li said, affronted. Thorin sent him a sidelong look as they began the walk, and
the lad gave an offended little grunt. “I can!”

“If you wish to
come along, then I’m glad to have you. My usual companion is busy,” Thorin
said, and didn’t allow a hint of a smile to cross his lips. “Your little uncle
is doing a far more important task right now.”

“And I’m not going
to get underfoot either, no matter how much I want to,” Kíli said, and his jaw
firmed. “He and Mum are fine. So let’s go see Gimmers and tease him a bit.”

“Unkind, nidoyel.”

“Pfft, he’s a grown
lad now, he can take it,” Kíli dismissed.

“He’s one hundred
and forty, nearly twice your age,” Thorin said, amused.

“My age when I died,” protested Kili. “I’m still
older than him!”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Thorin said, and the shining
door of the Chamber of Sansukhûl rose before them as they turned the corner. Dís,
Frerin and FrĂ­s were already crowded around the far end, their eyes glowing in
the radiance of the pool.

“Well, don’t you
still consider yourself older than Dáin and Mum?” Kíli challenged, and Thorin
paused in the act of taking his bench.

“Right. Fair point. Let’s not speak of it again,” he said, and threw himself into
Middle-Earth as quickly as he was able.

…

TBC…

DETS the update was unbelievable. (As always). I was at work when I read it and had SUCH a hard time not squealing and cheering for the amazing badassery of the Hobbits :’D Also I’m curious- was it a conscious decision to make the Bagginshield interactions more comfortable and old-married-coupley at this point? Because I couldn’t help but notice the slight change in their dynamic. (Either way it was incredibly adorable to see!) LOOOOVED it.

Ahhh Rippy! *hugs and hugs* so lovely to hear from you again! 

BADASS HOBBITS. I have always, always loved the Scouring of the Shire, it’s always been a source of mild disappointment to me that we don’t see it in the films, because thematically it is just SO important. So glad you liked it! Ahh thank you, friend :)))

Yes, it was! You’ll notice that over the past three-four chapters, Thorin and Bilbo have been having little conversations that deepen their connection and emotional intimacy – esp. in #46, with the ‘forever isn’t long enough to show you all the ways in which i love you’ exchange. 

Thorin has supported Bilbo through his own rather painful growth (his anger, secrecy, suspicion and lies-to-himself, etc) and hasn’t pushed him to forgive, or forget, or anything – he’s just been there. Bilbo has in return, come back to Thorin over and over and over again, and learned why Thorin has been through his long journey. They’re not separate and conflicting entities that keep confusingly bumping into each other for no reason now, they’re very much a unitied team. They’re both pretty cognizant of the triggers and issues of the other, and make concerted efforts to support each other through difficult moments.

They’ve also moved past the ‘newness’ of the relationship quite quickly
 well, it wasn’t exactly new, after all, just sort of ‘arrested in its tracks’! They’re not dealing with endless longing and bitterness and repression and regrets and what-ifs anymore. Each one knows and is totally secure in the love of the other. 

So yeah, they’ve moved to the ‘Old Marrieds’ pretty naturally!

tansku94:

Hello!! I haven’t been here long time ^^“. But I have been reading fanfics and this time I decided to do fan art for SansĂ»kh fanfiction. It is Thorin/Bilbo and Gimli/Legolas fic, there are other pairings too, but these two are my favorites >83. I love that fic, and I know it is very popular, and pretty old actually. Anyway, because I fell in love with this fic And cried many many times I decided to do fan art from Chapter 34.

I was inspirated by these sentences:
Bilbo whipped his head around, his tawny curls bouncing along the edge of his vision. There was a pallet tucked against the side of the room, piled with a couple of well-worn, handmade blankets and a thick black fur at the end. He could barely make out the figure buried beneath all those coverings.

Oh, hells. Bilbo did not know where to put his face. Not this, not now, not him! Thorin was swinging his legs out from under his blankets, still half-asleep, and obviously getting ready to rise. Bilbo could feel his ears beginning to burn, and he knew his whole face was red as a beet.
This sentence was my inspiration for this picture.

This amazing story is done by Determamfidd

asmdhfgblajsgfdvkjahsgdvgkajhd THESE TWO I SWEAR
! And I am dying over how perfect Bilbo’s body language is in that second picture, you are a wizard with the body language – the perfect blend of ‘I CAN’T BE HAVING WITH THIS’ and ‘oh good GOD he is too hot’ and Thorin’s wtf grumpsleepy face and this is so great! I love your use of shadow too, and the shading on Bilbo’s hair is gorgeous! WOW! Thank you so so very much!

Last Words

I got tagged by @poplitealqueen! Heya Miss Pop, ilu!

Cite the final line of five of your fics – your favorites, or the most recent ones. Tag five writers who should do this next.

urrgrhblurrrrgh okay here I go – and I am terrible and always give, like, a paragraph rather than a line for these sorts of things. Take it as proof that I am incapable of being succinct!

I tag @notanightlight, @lesbiankiliel, @elenothar, @avelera and @themarchrabbit! Hey all, do it if you want to!

1. Dain Ironfoot of the Line of Durin, son of Nain, hero of Azanulbizar and Lord of the Iron Hills, picked up his mail with a reluctant sigh. Rifling through the sketches of new mining proposals and trade tariffs, he came across a neat white envelope with Bilbo’s writing upon the front.

Opening it, he scanned the contents.

And began to roar with laughter. (Hearts Will As Hearts Must)

2. It is Hulk’s place, Hulk and Bruce’s. They can fill it with their rage and their joy and their freedom, and nothing will ever stop them. Nothing can ever stop them. They are together.

They are not alone.

Hulk leaps again, and Bruce says, there! Let’s see how fast we can run!

Bruce is good at running. Bruce always runs. But Bruce has stopped now.

It could be an experiment?

Hulk is good at experiments. Hulk runs.

Tony flies beside him, and it is good.

They are together, and they are broken, but they are free.

It is good, good, good. (Irreconcilable Differences)

3. Raising his sticky hand, Legolas looked at it for a moment with a distant sort of puzzlement.

Then he said, “now we need another bath.”

Gimli, loose and wrecked and sated, stared at him. 

Then he began to chuckle.“I do not think I have the energy to show off for you a second time!” (Snowmelt)

4. T.A. 2941

King Pompous Git Under the Dungheap,

We’re half a day away: we’ve run all day and night for three days. We have supplies and water and food.

I’m nearly there, so close now.

Keep a watch towards the East. I’m planning my best entrance yet.

DĂĄin (Yours Faithfully)

5 is under a cut, bc slight-sorta spoilers…ish 🙂 

5. “Oh, passably, passably,” Bilbo said, smiling, and he tugged at one of the plaits in Thorin’s neatly braided, silky beard, long enough to tuck into his belt and then some. “Well, you look more the part these days.”

“You never did, however,” Thorin teased him back, and flipped some pages idly. There were illustrations, some so accurate it was uncomfortable, and others very fanciful. If only Smaug had been so harmless and docile-looking as that!

Something caught his eye. “Ah. And do you stand by that?”

“What’s that?” Bilbo had been absently threading his fingers through Thorin’s beard, humming to himself as Thorin perused the book. “Oh! Oh, well. Indeed. Yes, not a bad ending, as endings go. And it’s true enough, even if it was rather delayed in the execution.”

“And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days,” Thorin read aloud.

THE END.

(Sansukh – draft ending number one billionty and eleven, AND STILL SUBJECT TO CHANGE)