Actually… I’ve done these! 😀 Here, and here, and here, and here!
I personally hc Bilbo as a Gryffindor, and I completely blame @linddzz for my love of Slytherin!Thorin 🙂 But the thing about HP sorting headcanons is that it’s so subjective, and so many characters can fit into more than one house without stretching the imagination!
The scene with pens in Sansûkh when Thorin is like “Bilbo, baby no cry I’ll make you ALL the pens!” and then when Thorin finds out about Legolas and Gimli and he trashes his smithie in chapter 27! Omg, that scene this whole freaking fic freaking kills me!
Thorin’s eyes fell upon his latest work; a pen, of course. The nib was shaped like a leaf. Bilbo would like that: he would exclaim in surprise and admire the cleverness behind the design. His eyes would light up in that way they had… and Thorin had never even kissed his Hobbit, never known what he tasted like, never supped of that clever little mouth or held those nimble hands in his own. Love was a trap, and to love was to lose. To be in love, ah – that was to be in pain.
(Did Legolas ache as Thorin ached? No. No.)
The nib was shaped like a leaf. In his hand, Thorin’s heavy smithing-hammer, forged of the densest steel and too weighty for Frerin to lift, drooped suddenly. He could not destroy the things he had made for love.
S H R I E K
Oh his face, oh his poor face, OH THAT PEN
omfg, he is gorgeous – thank you SO MUCH, and gaaaaaaaah PEN PEN PENS = PAIN, you are so incredibly kind, thank you so much!
Aw Yiss 