An Unexpected Anniversary

Astron 26, S.R. 1341: Tea with Gandalf didn't quite turn out the way I expected. A blog collecting all the contributions to the #anunexpectedanniversary tag. Any and all entries are welcome, go nuts! (NUTS... ACORNS... GET IT?!?) Any questions? Ask us!...

[aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain]

An Unexpected Anniversary: Where we belong (Epilogue)

One week after the actual Unexpected Anniversary, it’s time for the last chapter of my contribution “Where we belong”. The epilogue “Deep Roots” is now on AO3! 

Such a pity that the week is already over … I hope you enjoyed the daily updates and the story as much as I enjoyed writing :)

[aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain]

An Unexpected Anniversary: Where we belong (Chapter 3)

And another chapter of “Where we belong” is online on AO3! It’s finally time to take a glimpse at Thorin’s point of view in Chapter 3: Herbs and Honey. Hope you enjoy :)

[emsiecat]

His mother had told him once; in a voice soft as summer clouds and warm as a hearth fire, that courage was not the absence of fear, but the ability to act in spite of it.

He had not understood then, young as he was and trembling at the sound of the storm that raged outside. For surely the brave warriors in his stories felt nothing like he did in the face of something frightening.

Bilbo had hiccupped and sniffled, tremulously speaking these thoughts aloud; only to have his mother laugh, a gentle tuneless sound he adored, and buss the top of his curly head as she insisted in time he would see she was correct.

His mother was usually right, but at that time as he shivered and shook in her arms like a leaf in the breeze, he had seriously considered it possible that his mother might be wrong about something. Such a notion seemed horrible and peculiar to Bilbo, but he kept quiet about it and squirreled the idea away for later perusal.  

It wouldn’t be until the end of a fateful Quest and terrible battle that Bilbo Baggins would realise his mother had been right all along.

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[thotinshield]

I’m calling this ‘Better Late than Never’ for two reasons (one being that it is the day after the Bagginshield Anniversary’) 

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[ewburnthatshit]

Happy Unexpected Anniversary everyone! :’)

[aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain]

An Unexpected Anniversary: Where we belong (Chapter 2)

Chapter update on “Where we belong”! Ready for a stroll through Hobbiton? Then you can read Chapter 2, “Barrows and Bad Influence”, now on AO3!

[obsessiveskylark]

Earring

In the dimly lit chamber, the fireplace was the only source of light. Bilbo sat in front of it, tensing up as he felt Thorin threading his fingers through Bilbo’s hair. He grimaced, when the needle pierced through the skin of his ear and stifled the groan as the earring was forced into it. Something gently rubbed at the sore place and when Bilbo glanced to the side he saw Thorin putting away a blood-stained piece of cloth.

He shivered, when Thorin placed a gentle kiss on the earring, as if apologizing for the pain.

“How does it look?” Bilbo asked curiously, unaccustomed to the peculiar feeling of the metal piece weighting down his ear.

“Good,” Thorin replied tersely. Bilbo snorted.

“Concise as never,” he said derisively, but softened when Thorin hid his face in the crook of Bilbo’s neck. “Are you tired?” he asked quietly. Thorin hummed in agreement, putting his arms around Bilbo’s stomach.

“Wouldn’t you rather sleep in bed?” Bilbo exasperated as he felt Thorin’s breathing slowing down.

“No,” Thorin buried his face further.

Bilbo sighed. As he gazed into the fire he felt his own eyes drooping, the soothing quiet and warmth of the chamber putting him at ease.

[ramblingfanarts]

Thorin being extremely helpful with Anniversary dinner preparations.

Not pictured: A company of dwarves getting increasingly antsy (and hungry), because the pasties keep burning for some reason, and somewhere a wizard is still congratulating himself.

Happiest of Happy Anniversary you guys!

[lorinand]

A fanvid for @ anunexpectedanniversary   I hope it’s not too late…

Song:  Hand Hold by Wanting Qu

[reclaimeddurin]

I know that I should find sleep, especially given that I plan to wake early to make the most of the daylight hours, but it is proving difficult. My mind wishes to focus on imagining when I reunite with Bilbo and ask if he would allow me to stay by his side. Mixed in with these imaginings are also memories of the quest and the events that led to where we are now, of moments that we have shared in this past year.

[quiterespectablyyours]

How do you begin to pick up the pieces of your life after something so momentous has been lost to you? How do you live after waking up from the wonderful dream that your life was before?

Each step now brings me closer towards my armchair by the fire in Bag End. But I do not know if Bag End will ever be home for me again, not when I have left the one person that could’ve completed it for me. Not when I have left the one who made my heart bloom.

How do you carry on from something so wonderful?

[stillparanoidnolongerafridge]

An Unexpected Reunion

Bilbo leaves Erebor on a grey, overcast day. The land seems to share his grief and the weight of his heart makes every step an effort. As he casts one last look over his shoulder, the Lonely Mountain stands proudly before the darkening sky, her slopes covered with fresh snow.

Erebor will thrive and prosper. But Bilbo doesn’t think he will return to see it.

In his memory Erebor will forever be the home from Thorin’s dreams and memories. Without Thorin, it will not be the same.

“Do not be so sad,” Gandalf advises him. “We all must leave when our time comes.”

Bilbo sighs, nods, and turns back to the road ahead. They’d all agreed Thorin’s death had been noble, befitting of his status, and the sort of end every grand King may aspire to find. And maybe Bilbo is just a hobbit who understands little of great kings, and legends, but he’d rather have seen Thorin live. It might not have been as grand or noble, yet all the nobility of the world cannot weight against life and laughter.

Though it matters not. Thorin is moving to the Halls of his kind, and Bilbo is going home.

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[mithrilbikini]

happy anniversary

[carmillah]

Mounting Dwarvish Absurdities

In which Thorin convinces Bilbo to ride one of Erebor’s war rams. Written for @anunexpectedanniversary!! Also here on AO3.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Bilbo placed his hands on his hips, settling the dwarf in front of him with an unimpressed glare. Thorin hardly blinked, unfazed by the hobbit’s indignation.

“I know not what you mean, ghivashel,” he replied stiffly.

“Did you actually think I would set even one foot near that - that beast?” Bilbo exclaimed.

Thorin’s eyes narrowed as the hobbit’s words hit their mark. “This is one of our finest battle rams,” he corrected icily, turning to give the monstrous creature an affectionate stroke along one of its dangerously long, curved horns. The creature snorted, wide nostrils flaring as it tilted its head into the King’s touch.

Bilbo most certainly did not yelp, nor did he jump away.

“It’s a glorified farm animal!” he yelled, hand over his furiously beating heart. “And I’m not getting on it!”

“You dare insult the ways of my people?” Thorin growled, though his words lacked any real heat.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Bilbo grumbled as he turned to leave. “I’m not getting on and that’s final!”

“I see,” Thorin conceded with a sigh. “I did not think you would be so easily frightened.”

Bilbo rolled his eyes, hands throwing up in the air exasperatedly. “If you’re trying to goad me, may I remind you that I’m not some egotistical, clot-headed dwarf who will get himself killed just to prove a point?”

“Not at all,” Thorin said, trying for an air of resignation as he leaned against the fence enclosing the animals in. He failed miserably. “I am merely surprised the brave hobbit who fearlessly stood against a dragon cannot bring himself to ride a perfectly tame farm animal.” As he spoke, the King’s lips curved into a suspiciously triumphant smirk.

“Smaug was different,” Bilbo scoffed, unmoved by the taunt. “I had both feet securely planted on the ground at all times.” He gestured emphatically at the large appendages, currently nestled in some soft, sun-warmed grass.

“So it is a matter of keeping your unnaturally large, leather-soled, furry feet on the ground.”

“It is a matter of keeping my respectably-sized feet on the ground,” Bilbo corrected, wagging his finger as he added, “And don’t act as though you don’t love my feet hair!”

“That is not a matter to discuss at the present,” Thorin said through clenched teeth, the fierceness of his growled reply lost somewhat as he looked away, cheeks visibly heating. “But if you wish, I will make a deal with you.”

“A deal?” Bilbo repeated, snorting in disbelief. “And what could you possibly offer me?”

“I will stop teaching you how to swim,” the King revealed triumphantly.

Bilbo blinked in surprise. It was a tempting offer - Thorin was a horrible teacher, not to mention Bilbo was a completely unwilling pupil. His swimming lessons involved Thorin ambushing Bilbo in the underground pool they used for bathing, and trying to drag him, kicking and screaming, to the deep middle. Bilbo had taken to bathing only when Thorin was stuck in a meeting, and even then he did so as quickly as possible, looking around nervously for any attacking dwarf Kings.

Thorin’s smirk widened smugly as Bilbo pondered the deal. If there was one thing Bilbo hated more than the King’s defeated pout, it was his self-satisfied gloat.

“Fine,” Bilbo grumbled finally, ignoring the way his ridiculous betrothed preened obnoxiously.

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[basilstorm]

Happy Unexpected Anniversary everyone! Please excuse any mistakes I made, I’m very out of practice.

It’s rather short, but I thought I might as well post it. Enjoy :)

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[emsiecat]

It had begun as such ridiculousness often did these days, with confusion over hobbit culture.

Bilbo had been seated on the gentle slopes at the base of the mountain twining wildflowers into a small bouquet when Bofur had found him. The Desolation had been healing nicely these past couple of years, so Bilbo felt little guilt in relieving the land of a handful of its flora.

“What you got there then?”

Bilbo had seemed undaunted by the sudden voice of his friend (who had in fact been making a conscious effort to sneak up on their once burglar to see if he could startle him), which caused Bofur to pout.

“Just some clovers, white heather… and see, I even found some morning glories climbing up that rock face there. Must be a spot sheltered from the wind elsewise they’d not have grown at all… such a lovely blue they are as well!”

“Yes, yes lovely,” Bofur waved a dismissive hand and Bilbo scowled. “I was meaning to ask what are they for?”

“Luck,” Bilbo replied promptly and with a quick, assertive nod of his head.

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[rutobuka2]

I don’t usually do angsty things, but @mcmanatea tempted me with this idea, and I couldn’t help to draw some drama for @anunexpectedanniversary ♥

shout out to @paranoidfridge with the gorgeous ficlet she wrote with this same theme!! ;^;

[cielo-chii]

too many feels !  I’m like Bilbo I can not hold back my tears ! great job @rutobuka2 i love you art so hard! ;^; good  @anunexpectedanniversary ♥