It’s been fifty years since the retaking of Erebor, and Bilbo Baggins of the Shire has been invited to join in the festivities. Despite his advanced years, he sets out for the faraway kingdom expecting to find old friends, make new memories, and head back West at the end—but things never go quite the way Bilbo wants them to. This time, it may prove to be a good thing.
Kirk is not drunk during a diplomatic mission, and he is not upset that someone’s hitting on Spock. He’s just mildly tipsy and affronted that the person doing the flirting isn’t him.
Yes, hello, I just wanted to let all my Tolkien, The Hobbit, and Bagginshield homies know I’m finally going to try and finish I Was a Lonely Soul.
I’ll use this opportunity to split the current chapters into shorter ones and reupload them—thus overwriting the old chapters—but the story has undergone no edits beyond the average spellchecking.
I hope this more bite-sized format will encourage my old readers to reread what was already published so as to refresh their memories, and with some luck this will also bring in a new audience!
(Re)Posting starts on the 8th of October, and it will be a weekly occurrence, so every Sunday you’ll get a “new” chapter. All-new content will start being posted on the 10th of December, after the reuploading schedule ends.
Again, here’s the link to the story as it exists presently, for those who are interested. This Sunday, the reuploading process begins. Whether you decide to join me now or later in this quest to finish a project so dear to me, I look forward to meeting you there!
I WAS A LONELY SOUL // Story summary: It’s been fifty years since the retaking of Erebor, and Bilbo Baggins of the Shire has been invited to join in the festivities. Despite his advanced years, he sets out for the faraway kingdom expecting to find old friends, make new memories, and head back West at the end—but things never go quite the way Bilbo wants them to. This time, it may prove to be a good thing.
Russian translation of my Hobbit Bagginshield story by the wonderful fandomRetellingsCrossovers2016!! ♥☺
Chapters: 9/9
Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Jack et la mécanique du cœur | Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart (2013)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield
Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Dís (Tolkien)
Additional Tags: Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian, Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Prosthesis, Slow Burn, Fandom Kombat
Series: Part 4 of 3 левел, макси
Summary:
Бильбо Бэггинс родился со слабым сердцем, и, чтобы оно не останавливалось, понадобились заводные часы. Но когда через полвека механизм начинает барахлить, приходится отправиться на поиски единственного, кто может его починить: часовых дел мастера по имени Торин.
written for the @tolkiensecretartexchange! this is for @carnetdesipho, who had some great requests in her wish list but I’m Galadriel/Celeborn trash so I went with that one. shout-out to @tosquinha because I stalked her Galadriel and Celeborn tags to stay inspired.
She is called Artanis when they meet, and every inch of her is radiant. Like her elder brothers, fair and noble princes of the Noldor, she is touched by a sort of greatness that not all Eldar possess. From the tip of her toes to the crown of her head, she is imbued with the light of the Lamps, silver and golden, and Celeborn fears that just looking upon her might be enough to ensnare him. Like Thingol and Melian, a forest may grow round them as they gaze into each other’s eyes for years, and he would not mind in the least.
Her beauty and strength of spirit are such that were he not aware of her parentage, Celeborn would suspect her a Maia or perhaps even a Valië—nigh unattainable to someone such as him. For what is a Sindar noble to a Holy One? Yet when she smiles at him and bows her head, her glittering hair cascading off her shoulder to whisper against her cheek, he feels that she could be within his humble reach.
She is called Artanis when they meet, but in time she may allow him to give her another name.
King Thingol is suspicious of the Noldor, but he at least seems pleased with the bond struck between their princess and his wife. Queen Melian has the wisdom of stars in her eyes, and she teaches Artanis the song of nightingales under the shade of tall trees.
Celeborn is never invited to these outings. Yet the sound of their voices, entwined in beauteous melody, fills the halls like zephyr sliding through the forest. Melian’s is as serene as ever, but Artanis’ lower tones brim with a deep lament that he longs to soothe. The Queen is capable of great emotion when singing, but the honest rawness that the Noldor princess invokes leaves her deep timbre haunting his mind even in his sleep—sometimes a sweet nightmare, sometimes a sweet dream, but never something to forget.
Doriath is Celeborn’s home, and he yearns for Artanis to accept it as her own as well. They have yet to cross paths outside of the King’s court and exchange more than only polite words over crowded dining tables, but if she were to leave the realm, Celeborn would feel her absence keenly.
He often sees her disappear into the surrounding woodland from his balconies, a dot of glimmering light vanishing into the green, and his avid eyes wait patiently, sometimes for hours on end, until they catch a glimpse of her gentle glow amidst the tree roots in the distance. Her aimless wandering causes an ache in his chest, and it does not take long until he musters his courage and offers to show her the marvels of his home—the silvery cupules of the Neldoreth, the clear and bubbling waters of the Sirion, the faint light of dusk over the treetops of the Nivrim.
Celeborn guides Artanis through Doriath’s vast forests with only his presence at first, then with his hand in hers, picking wild flowers off the ground and weaving them into her silken hair.
For the sake of comparison, he plaits her a crown of yellow irises and then laughs at how the blossoms, once bright and beautiful amidst the tall and lush grasses, now seem to have grown less vibrant in colour when placed upon her fair head. He calls her Alatáriel to show this, and the smile that curves her lips betrays her approval.
Artanis’ elder brother talks of making a home for himself and his siblings by the River Narog. He speaks of King Thingol’s excellent ruling—how it inspired him to move on and find a land for himself to rule. There is murmuring, then cheering, then feasting to celebrate the future-King.
Celeborn feels pride at such praise being bestowed upon his Lord, and joy at the merriness, yet he fears what the eldest Noldor’s departure may signify. He is sure the prince will make a fair king, but he loathes the parting of his kin. Doriath is Celeborn’s home and he could never leave it, but he doubts that it would make him glad on its own now that he has come to learn how much sweeter life can be when walking through glades hand-in-hand with another.
He seeks Artanis out that night, and they sit in the gardens to talk under the waning moon. She is diamonds and polished iron, hard and lovely, and Celeborn takes her hand in his.
“Will you go, my lady?” he asks. “Or will you stay and make me glad?”
“I would share in your gladness for now,” she replies, her silver eyes peering into his, “and go only if it is with you by my side, to found a realm and call it our own.”
“Someday,” he promises, and then he leans forward for a kiss.
There’s a loud crack and Bilbo screams as if struck with hot iron. Thorin’s heart shrinks in his chest, cold with dread, and his eyes scan the base of the tree for a sign of the halfling amidst the circling wargs—but he finds none.
written for the @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift exchange. pinch-hit for the darling @paranoidfridge! ♥ I’m so glad you liked it!
It’s been fifty years since the retaking of Erebor and Bilbo Baggins of the Shire has been invited to join in the festivities. Despite his advanced years, he sets out for the faraway kingdom expecting to find old friends, make new memories, and then head back West—but things never go quite the way Bilbo wants them to, and this time it may prove to be a good thing.
written for the @haveahappyhobbitholiday gift exchange as a fill for @yamcat’s prompt. hope she likes/liked it! ♥ chapter 2 will be up soon!
