#blacksmith!thorin

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Thorin as a blacksmith in the Shire, for @ahiddenkitty‘s instagram giveaway prize!!! 🔨💖

I’ve drawn this concept before, but it takes a lot of effort to draw the setting of a smithy, being that we don’t know what they’d look like in the Shire? I sort of mashed up a bunch of concepts of a blacksmith shop that I had in my brain, trying to be careful of the period aspect, but god knows I probably drew something crazy :D

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The Blacksmith (Thorin x Reader)- Pt2

Summary: There’s a new blacksmith in your village. Set before the quest to Erebor.

Fandom: The Hobbit (Thorin x reader)

Genre: lil fluff, angst at the end.

A/N: I just want to say BIG thank you for the response of pt1, really warmed my heart! I’m not too sure on this part but hopefully you guys will like it. Let me know what you think!

Part1  Part2  Part3

It’s been two days since your interaction with Thorin, and you have been avoiding the dwarf since. You pass the blacksmith’s store again, the metal work stops, willing you to look over. But for the third day you carry on walking with your head held high. You know it’s childish but if Thorin wants to act like an infant then so can you.

By midday, the noises coming from the blacksmith’s store get louder and louder. You don’t know what’s making Thorin so angry but you cannot focus on the intricate flower work, when every five minutes there’s a clash of metal and curses in Khuzdul, that break your concentration.

You sigh and take your first glance towards the stall. You see Thorin taking his anger out on the iron in front of him. He seems lost in his own world, and you dread to think who he’s thinking of as he strikes the sword harshly. Had you really made him this angry?

“Good day Y/N.” A soft voice greets you, just as you’re about to take your lunch break. You look up and see Thorin standing in front of you. He seems somewhat nervous, shifting on his feet.

“Thorin.” You nod at him, going back to your work. You hear him sigh at your cold response and from the corner of your eye see him run a hand through his long hair.

“You look lovely today.” You scoff at his obvious flattery, did he really think after a few compliments you were going to be friendly with him? You put down your tools and decide to confront him instead of carrying on this strenuous conversation.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Thorin.” You say finally looking up at him. “Before you give me an explanation to our previous encounter, I understand that in dwarven culture, gifts are seen as romantic gestures. When I gave you the flower I had simply meant it as a welcoming gift, in the hope of a blossoming friendship. If you wanted to reject any romantic notion there was no need to do it so cruelly.”

“Y/N you misunderstand, I would never reject you.”  He says taking a hold of your hand. You try to ignore the implication that he’s ready to court you or the way your hand fits perfectly in his or the wistful gaze he gives you. Instead you focus on fighting the blush forming on your face.

“Excuse me Y/N, have you dried those flowers I gave you?” A customer asks behind Thorin, and you thank Mahal for the distraction. In front of you Thorin sighs in defeat and you feel a tug at you heart, feeling sorry for him.

“If you meet me after the day’s work then we can take a walk and you’ll be able to explain. But I have a lot of work to do now.” You say softly, moving away from him and attending to the man. Your lunch long forgotten.

“Thank you Y/N, I won’t let you down!” He calls and jogs back to his store.

Once you finish with the customer you see Thorin coming back to you with a parcel in his hands. “I realise I took up your lunch break, and I know you usually go out to eat, probably to avoid me, but I brought you something, so you don’t have to wait till the end of the day.” He says holding out the parcel he’d gotten from the bakery. Stunned, you take it from his hands and open it up to see a wide range of different pastries. “I-uh didn’t know which ones you like so I got a selection just in case.”

You’re amazed by his kind gesture, you hadn’t expected him to be so thoughtful especially since you’ve been avoiding him. “Thank you Thorin, you didn’t have to.” You thank him with a kiss on his cheek, giggling when he turns red. Thorin grins at you, bowing before going back to his store.

“I believe I owe you an explanation m’lady.” Thorin breaks the silence, taking a deep breath, as the two of you walk along the river bank. You smile at him and give a soft nod allowing him to continue. “I have been travelling with my kin around Middle Earth ever since our home, Erebor, was taken from us by the dragon Smaug.”

Your eyes go wide and sorrowful, you had chosen to leave your hometown and lead a life of travel, but their home was ripped away from them, you couldn’t imagine what that must’ve felt like. Before you could offer any form of sympathy Thorin averted his gaze to the river, lost in thought as he carried on.

“There was so much fire and destruction, we had lost so much and in our time of need King Thranduil, our ally, turned their back to us as we begged for his help. I will never forget nor forgive the cruelty the elves showed us that day.” He spits out. His entire presence is tense and you take his clenched fist into yours, easing your hand into his. When he looks over at you, his eyes soften slightly, squeezing your hand, and guiding you to a nearby bench.

“When I finally plucked up the courage to talk to you, I didn’t mean to be so rude. But when you spoke so fondly of the elves my anger got the better of me.” He looks down at your entwined hands, avoiding your eyes in fear of your reaction. “They have taken away my home, I don’t want them to manipulate you too.”

You take his face into your hands, looking directly into his eyes. Making sure he knows how much apologetic you are. “I am so sorry this has happened to you Thorin, and I can’t even begin to comprehend the pain you’ve been through. And whilst your anger towards the Mirkwood elves, is fair and expected, you cannot tar all elves with the same brush.” You say carefully.

“What are you saying Y/N, these people looked on whilst my people died trying to save their home! They don’t deserve an ounce of my respect!” He sits back furiously.

“The Silvan elves took me in when I had no home Thorin! Be angry at the Woodland Realm but don’t blame the rest for the actions of their kin.”

“You know nothing of this, I should have never told you. I thought you would understand but clearly I was wrong.” He says turning away from you. You scoff at his remarks getting up from the bench, ready to take your leave.

“You’re not even sorry for destroying my gift are you? All because it came from a place where elves happen to live? You are unbelievable, Thorin Oakenshield.” You grit out walking off.

“Of course I’m sorry! You’re my One for Mahal’s sake!” His statement stops you dead in your tracks.

As angry as you are, you can’t help but feel a warmth in your heart. You know a little about true love in dwarvish culture, and the pull you have towards Thorin is finally explained. But the way he said it. Does he feel stuck with you? Does he curse the Valar for pairing the two of you together?

“It’s not the elves who push me away from you, Thorin. It’s yourself.” You whisper, walking away from the dwarf who had yet again made you cry.

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Rift -- Final Chapter

“You know,” Bilbo murmured as he pulled away, lips curving into a smirk. “The farmers have had a plentiful harvest this year, even more so than usual.”

Thorin’s voice caught in his throat as he said, somewhat strained, “That is glad news for your people.”

“I had my uncle over for tea the other day. He’s the Thain, you see, and normally a few hobbits load up wagons and sell the surplus to the men and other folk in Bree. But he thinks there is far too much to sell to Bree alone.”

“What are you saying, Bilbo?” Thorin prodded quietly.

“Why don’t we simply trade with your people, in Ered Luin? I’m sure they would be willing to make the trip here themselves, so we can sell the food at a lesser rate. And Thorin, I don’t mean for just this month!” the hobbit exclaimed before Thorin could respond. “Imagine it - we could establish a trade route!"

The final chapter of Rift is here on AO3 :)

[baggvinshield]

bagginshield fic recs

BLACKSMITH!THORIN EDITION:

requested by anonymous and anonymous

Of Blacksmiths and Blackberries by littlebrownshoe (Wolfy_Tales). multi-chaptered. AU but still middle earth, erebor was destroyed, no rings of power. slow burn. very fluffy. A story of how Bilbo and Thorin grew up in each other's company.  

A Weapon Forged in Anger by mithen. oneshot. moody broody thorin, some angst. In Laketown, Thorin forges a new weapon for himself to replace the sword that the elves took from him.  

Hidden Desires by lilithiumwords. oneshot. at beorn’s house. smutty af and amazing. Bilbo catches an eyeful of sweaty, half-naked Thorin. Thorin catches Bilbo. Sex ensues.

A Smith and His Forge by acervate. multi-chaptered WIP. AU but still middle earth, the company are merchants/tradesmen, bilbo and thorin are adorkable. Bilbo's door gets jammed one day. Luckily, a company of dwarves just so happened to have set up shop in front of the old smithy.

A Bouquet Made of Steel by silverneko9lives0. oneshot. besotted!thorin. fluffy and adorable!!! Thorin is a blacksmith in the Shire and happens to have a crush on a certain Hobbit who comes by once a week. He decides to take the risk and tell him how he feels, starting with an iron forged rose.

The Wandering Smith by VileVenom. oneshot. AU where thorin is exiled from erebor. fluff, domestic. Thorin goes into exile and spends years as a wandering smith and itinerant labourer until he finds his way to the Shire and meets Bilbo Baggins. They have a romance and settle together... Eventually, however, a group of dwarves arrive in the Shire, led by Gandalf the Grey, in search of their missing prince...

Burn and Shiver by PsychicPineapple. oneshot. post-botfa, everyone lives/nobody dies. super cute fluff (the second part has all the sex and bottom!thorin). For the prompt - Bilbo finding Thorin in the forge, working. Also, the sweaty King has no shirt.

Lost He Wandered Under Leaves by serenbach. multi-chaptered. AU but still middle earth, thror was overthrown by gror and thorin’s line lives in exile. fawn!/deer!bilbo. (bilbo is a deer, of sorts, is what i’m getting at). In an attempt to provide for his family over the winter, he reluctantly accepts an impossible sounding task - to hunt down an enchanted deer that lives in the Old Forest that borders the Shire, and make armour and weapons from its hide and antlers. i love this one.

Seasons in the Sun by Sans_Souci. multi-chaptered WIP. AU but still middle-earth, pre-canon. mild angst, elopement. Young Bilbo Baggins meets Thorin Oakenshield and his sister-sons when they visit the Shire for work. Somehow, being a respectable hobbit isn't so important after that.

[more of my fic recs]

[baggvinshield]

what abt bagginshield sex in the forge? do you know fics in which it happens? :D

try In the Forge series by lilithiumwords. hot and steamy ;)

[baggvinshield]

alright, i’ll make a blacksmith!thorin fic rec post. just lemme read some more of these fics you guys are sending me and go through my bookmarks again.

[baggvinshield]

for the other anon with the ask for fics: A Home For My Heart by Moonrose91 on AO3 fits the bill pretty good. It's AU and slow build. If you're scared by the mpreg tag, there's no one actually pregnant in the story and it's well explained. Go read, have fun! RdN

@ blacksmith!thorin anon, here ya go!!