#okenskeld

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@okenskeld asked:

“ you can’t be stupid like this. ”

giant bee's, the scent of fresh honey was rich in the air around them as bilbo found his way through biorn's garden. yes there had been orcs around the farmland, but the hobbit had heard from the wizard that they wouldn't dare trek their way through in fear of their host. so of course bilbo had figured that since that was the case, that journeying around the small fields couldn't be of any harm.

seems though he was wrong as he got a talking to by the leader of the company, to which the hobbit stuffed the acorn that he had found in his pocket the moment he heard thorin speak.

"you needn't worry, i wasn't going to be gone for long," he answered, trying not to make thorin too upset at the fact that he ventured from the group. "i just wanted to look at what biorn had growing, maybe pick up a few inspirations for my own garden back home."

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@okenskeld asked:

Through the open window, the one that overlooks Bilbo's garden, summer and the noises of the night floats on in. Crickets chirp happily in a garden well taken care of, the flashing lights of fireflies float by every so often. Thorin looks away from this, turning inwards towards the light that shines from within the hobbit hole. "Bilbo..." voice is low as they approach, quiet and intimate. They unfurl their hand, revealing a small bead. The craftmanship is nigh perfect; etchings follow around the small circle, a ring of metal around the top and bottom. The wood is a deep chestnut brown, ruddy and bold enough to stand against the color of Bilbo's hair. "If you'll allow me?"

water rushed over soiled hands as bilbo was cleaning away all the dirt and grime from the day of laboring in his garden. he knew that the cucumbers were quickly overbearing his pantry, this year was a wonderful harvest for the vegetables, but he was beginning to worry that they'll go bad thanks to the copious amount.

it was why he was thankful he lived in such a lively community. he'd spend the day tomorrow venturing around his neighborhood, offering some freshly grown cucumbers in order to be rid of them. that was his plan anyway, and he'd stick to it weather permitting.

he had been so lost in his thoughts of tomorrow that he didn't hear thorin come in the kitchen. hands rubbing against the towel so they could dry quickly, he turned to the other.

"heavens, you've startled me," he voiced lightly in a cheerful tone, even if thorin spoke in a soft tone themself, bilbo was so stuck in his own mind that he didn't see this coming. eyes looked downward at the bead that was offered. "oh, thorin, it's beautiful," his words were almost a whisper as he looked at the craftsmanship. he loved everything thorin made, the hobbit could tell just how much love and devotion the dwarf gave to each and every thing they created.

but wait.

"that's for me?" he didn't know how long his hair has gotten since last he cut it, but with how thorin looked, they seemed to want to braid his hair and who was bilbo to say no? "yeah, yeah, of course! not sure how tangled my hair has gotten these days, but you can surely do whatever you want, i'll just--" he set the towel down and walked past thorin, now on a mission. "get a comb."

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@okenskeld asked:

❛ nobody get’s left behind. ❜

there was a smile that glinted on the hobbit's face when he looked up into thorin's eyes. his heart raced the moment he saw the king trot their way up to his small home in the shire. he knew that they were going to make it, thorin and their nephews, but bilbo would be lying to himself if he didn't think from time to time that they passed thanks to azog.

he had been back to his books and arm chair since the months they were parted, but there was one thing bilbo wanted thorin to see more than anything.

"come, come, i need to show you the small sprout in my garden." he was already walking toward the back of his home.

bilbo was glad thorin didn't leave him behind.