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The Company of Thorin Oakenshield fell in battle, valiantly defending their newly reclaimed kingdom with all that they had and leaving their Hobbit behind to mourn a loss so profound that he found himself Fading in his grief.

Yavanna Kementári shall have absolutely none of that, thank you very much.

[green-fifteen]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Author: @soabas-world

Fandom: The Hobbit

Relationship: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

Summary:

Bilbo Baggins accidentally kills Smaug and has to figure out how to go tell the Dwarrow who are waiting for him to come back with that stupid stone.

Tags:

Hobbit Culture & Customs, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Canon Died a Horrible but Necessary Death, Green Magic, Khuzdul, Families of Choice, BAMF Bilbo Baggins, Overprotective Dwarves

Podfic length: 00:15:57

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[thegildedacorn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

As a rule, Dwarrow were not overly fond of rain.

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Brooklyn Boys

“Our universe grants every soul a twin-a reflection of themselves -the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other- even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.”– Julie Dillon

[thegildedacorn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

An inadvertent grunt of pain slipped past Gabriel’s lips as the demon standing behind his strung up person cracked the burning rod of buloke on the same place for the nineteenth time in only a few seconds. It was the first reaction that Demon Bastard Number Forty-Three had managed to elicit from Gabe since that particular session had begun almost two days earlier and only the fifth time he had slipped up since being sold to Asmodeus months earlier. Gabe was infuriated by his lapse in composure, partly because, as far as torture devices in Hell went, a cane bathed in fire was hardly the worst instrument of torment that one could be subjected to, and because the occurrence spoke to his slowly waning levels of resilience and defiance.

He hated admitting it, even in the privacy of his own mind, but his endurance had an expiration date.

or

Asmodeus kidnaps Sam so that Gabe will cooperate with his dark designs - it is the biggest mistake that the Prince of Hell could have possibly made.

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Seeing Fíli in Azog’s clutches wakes a long-dormant magic in Bilbo and the tides of battle are irrevocably turned.

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Evolution

Evolution

Before him was his greatest nightmare made real.

There was blood in the lake; expansive clouds of vital crimson that billowed outward and morphed into an ominous shade of dark yellow as their edges diluted in the water. Although he was perfectly cognizant of the fact that even the most minor of injuries could result in what seemed to be excessive blood loss, Conrad was not able to use the knowledge he had gleaned in his earliest years as a soldier to prevent his heart from leaping into his throat at the sight, not when it was her blood. Nor did said awareness hamper his immediate determination to reach the spot where Mason had struck the water so that he could pull her the fuck out of it.

Having abandoned the corpse of the Skull Crawler, Kong got to where Mason had fallen in before Conrad could, plunging his massive fist into the murky depths and then drawing it back up mere seconds later, fingers tentatively wrapped around precious cargo. Kong uncurled his fingers and Conrad momentarily froze in horror as he caught sight of the sheer grief present in the eyes of Skull Island’s protector - there could only be one reason for it.

“No,” Conrad breathed, scrambling up onto a boulder high enough that he could see Mason, lying supine in Kong’s palm, and the large, jagged rock that was sticking out of both her abdomen and her back. It had pierced straight through her stomach. “Mason !”

Even if advanced medical help had been just around the corner, instead of half a world away, Mason’s chances of surviving such a grievous wound would have been almost non-existent.

The only thing Conrad had cared about effecting, at least from the moment that the helicopters had crashed onward, had been a self-appointed mission. Namely, to ensure that the brave, stubborn, and beautiful photojournalist with the big heart made it out of the hell they were trapped in and back to safety - back to where she could take her magical, evocative pictures and continue to make the world a brighter place through the sheer force of her tenacity - and he had failed spectacularly. Mason Brienna Weaver was going to die and there was nothing Conrad could do to stop it from happening.

[thegildedacorn]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works