#someskillatconkers

[modernbowman-blog]

someskillatconkers:

Chuckling, Billie nibbled at Bard’s lower lip briefly as he drew away from him. “It is nothing terribly big, just a fun little thing for all of us,” he mused as he gave Bard’s hand a squeeze and then moved over to his closet. “Now, you get in the shower so I can enjoy the sight of you in a towel. It’s only fair, don’t you think?” He pulled out one of his man nice suits and looked it over carefully.

"I'm sure the kids would highly enjoy whatever you have planned." He smiled at Billie, slightly wondering what the man was up to. "You should wear that one, it looks well on you." he commented on the suit Billie picked out as he walked to the bathroom, shedding his shirt before pushing the shower curtain aside, turning the water on. Bard peeked out of the bathroom as he waited for the water to warm back up, watching as Billie changed into his suit. 

"I hope you don't expect me to be as fancy as you today." Bard moved back into the bathroom, shedding the rest of his clothes, proceeding to get in the shower, adjusting the temperature some more. "I'm not as nearly dapper as you are." he closed the curtain to avoid any water leaking on the man's floor.

[someskillatconkers]

"Oh—no! No, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I just assumed that—"

His face went red. Why did he even balk at the realization? It’s not like he was any better in that manner. Bilbo had never even so much as kissed another in a romantic sense of the word. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his big, hairy feet with a shrug.

"For someone like me, it’s less surprising. I’ve never, um…never made love either. But…I thought that someone as…as handsome as you were must’ve had many prospects in your past. Suppose I am ignorant enough to think that someone who is outwardly desirable must have more experience…in that area."

[loneliestlegacy]

  "No insult dealt. Do not apologise, Master Baggins." he reassured in earnest, realising how his slight defensiveness could have caused for the mortified hobbit to think he would take offence. Bilbo's charmingly jumbled confession, however, took him by surprise. He wouldn't say it out loud, not as candidly as the halfling had done, but he had held the very same assumption about Bilbo. Kind, witty, generous and very comely, Thorin was sure that Bilbo was quite the catch back in Hobbiton, and surroundings. He had in fact observed closely, though he preferred not to dwell on why, how dwarves, men and women alike looked at him with wonder and greed during those brief interludes in seedy taverns on their journey, when his company could find one to rest adequately at. Truthfully, he was aware of his own looks, deemed handsome above average by dwarven standards, but never cared for or thought much of it, for he had little use for them; he had always quickly stifled any courting interest that had come to his notice - until now, when the notion that Master Baggins found him attractive had burst a door into his consciousness wide open.   He had wondered as to his solitary life, many times; he knew why he had chosen a lonesome, heirless life for himself - but the hobbit's motives remained a mystery.   "So--" he cleared his throat, hesitating uncharacteristically, and choosing not to address the topic of his own appearance, not yet; "You mean to say it was a lack of suitors that has kept you from carnal experiences?" he attempted a casual tone, but a hint of curious amazement managed to slip through the cracks.   

[melhekh]

someskillatconkers:

Billie’s face flushed rather brightly at that and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I…yes, thank you,” he said awkwardly before smiling. “So, um…m-my place then? Is that how this goes? Sorry, I’m quite new to this…”

"If you like," Theo nodded. "However, I am always prepared to entertain at my flat. Your comfort is of my utmost concern." 

[someskillatconkers]

♕ Home is where she is

Bilba looked back to the dwarf at the table and smiled rather warmly. “Nonsense. You sit right there and don’t budge, Thorin,” she chanted in return. While Thorin originally may not have been a welcomed individual in her life on their first meeting, Bilba was delighted to offer him the comforts of her skill set. Hospitality was important to a hobbit, and having her friend work his fingers simply would not do at all. Bilba prided herself on being a very generous halfling. Thorin deserved some soothing.

"You have been traveling quite a long ways and I won’t stand for you tiring yourself further," she said as she toddled her small form to the table and pushed his pipe toward him. "Now, have yourself a smoke and relax, alright? The best way to assist me is to show yourself at ease for once." Unconsciously, she reached up to tuck his hair away before scurrying back to her cooking. "I made some honey butter and rosemary rolls too. They’re in the bread basket! Do you like honey? I don’t want to brag, but they’re very good…"

[loneliestlegacy]

  Indeed, there was nothing even he, foremost dwarf king of his time, could do against the onslaught of an hospitable hobbit lass. He made to protest, bit Bilba promptly cut him off every time, being authoritative with her decision to have him rest and enjoy her attentions in her own way. Amusingly defeated, the dwarf slumped back in the solid chair as he feigned a moody frown, suddenly aware of the weariness of his limbs. He smiled sheepishly then, all austerity fleeing his features for a moment as he remembered the very first time the halfling had shown her hospitableness and generosity, albeit reluctant, to himself and his rowdy company of dwarves. Even though they all but raided her pantry, she had stood there in aghast bafflement, disbelief, even, but had not dared to throw them out, perhaps because deep down she didn’t have the heart to; guests were guests, after all.   He would never truly feel at ease, he reflected, but not for lack of trying on her part. He felt his own heart still for one beat as her delicate fingers skimmed past the ridge of his ear in an affectionate, almost intimate gesture that shook him to the core. He was quick to dismiss it, however, telling himself it had meant nothing - possibly a heedless habit of hers. He took the pipe so graciously offered and noted with mild delight that its bowl was already packed with fresh pipe-weed of the highest quality; hobbits really enjoyed the idle comforts of their Leaf, and were the best at producing it, too.   He all but gave a small nod at her gushing offers, and made a mental note to try the rolls and the butter which he normally would dismiss as frivolous, for he believed food did not need more than one word attached to it, unless it described the method of cooking or lack thereof, and he was highly suspicious of combinations. But not tonight. Tonight, he would savour and enjoy every little treat Bilba had in store for him.   Moments later he had expertly lit his pipe, and after a few, tentative puffs he gave himself to the soothing bliss brought by the taste and smell of the pipe-weed, intently watching the hobbit lass through sinuous wisps of smoke, eyes glowing with the warmth of a homely hearth. He dared not speak for fear of interrupting her delightful, chirping fussing, content with listening and nodding.

[loneliestlegacy]

Fluff meme: Bilba smiled gently as she glanced from the pot of stew cooking on the stovetop. "I hope you like this. I made sure the meat is just how you prefer!" (Someskillatconkers)

Cuddle my muse, mess with their hair, give them food, do whatever fluffy thing you can image and see how they react!

  He inwardly cursed that traitorous blush he could feel spreading on the stern line of his cheekbones, heat rising in ripples underneath his coarse skin just as the flames that danced on Bilba's homely stove. He couldn't quite tell if the cause had been the radiant smile she offered him, the way she curled her charmingly large foot over her bare calf, her contented humming or the care she took in cooking a meal according to his personal preferences; he decided that ignoring it and pretending it didn't matter would be the wisest course of action."That isn't necessary, I am sure I will." he replied gruffly and crossed his robust arms over his thundering chest as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, willing it to quieten, as if he feared something would leap out of it for the gentle hobbit to see. He found it rather puzzling and admittedly endearing just how much importance these odd creatures could place on food, and make an art of cooking and arranging it. To him, nourishment was merely means to an end, and at times a distracting annoyance - but Bilba's cooking had restored the gift of flavour on his dulled and begrudging senses, and he had to admit he found himself relishing everything those deft little hands produced; not that he could ever admit that he enjoyed simply watching her in her element, happily showing off the skill she was an undisputed master of. "Can I assist you in any way?" he added after a short while in an attempt to distract himself from his unsettling thoughts.

[loneliestlegacy]

♕ A bond most unlikely

;Master Baggins

They had been resting their weary limbs at Beorn's charmingly rustic keep for a day, and the dwarves had finally enjoyed a variety of proper meals and some rare time to take care of long needed grooming; presently, they were merrily bathing in the crystalline waters of the Anduin, not too far from the Carrock where they had longingly admired Erebor's solitary silhouette from.   It wasn't the quest for the Lonely Mountain, however, that consumed Thorin Oakenshield's thoughts for once, that kept him brooding at a distance from the others as they made merry and basked in the last golden rays of summer, his presence in such occasions always glaringly lacking; it was what had transpired in the aftermath of the Defiler's ambush, the unexpected and decisive bravery shown by one he had not believed capable of it, and who had not been given any good reason to do so. And yet he was alive because of him.   Bilbo had not joined the others yet, off somewhere with Gandalf or Beorn himself, he expected; it didn't surprise him, for the hobbit was often left perplexed by dwarven enthusiasm, and at times seemed to share Thorin's own preference for a more somber disposition.    Hidden from prying eyes as he sat underneath the shade of a majestic oak tree, the proud dwarf conceded himself a tiny sigh and rested his forehead against the palm of his hand, defeated by the overpowering confusion of his jumbled, amassed thoughts. Shameful guilt and gratitude alike had settled heavily on his chest and spread their tendrils to his mind, filling it with unpleasant memories of his mistreatment and prejudice of the hobbit. It was pride that raised him from that whirlpool, eventually, and compelled him to shut out such feelings. For now he had to focus on reclaiming the lost kingdom and bringing his company home, upholding his role of undisputed leader, and showing Master Baggins the respect and regard he deserved. There would be time for heart-felt apologies and profuse amends later.

[bxfur-blog]

Slurred words (someskillatconkers)

[Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.]

"Aaaah, he's like - like a little lost pup once you get him out've the Shire! Poor wee thing, he looks so confused most've the time you just want t' give the poor sod a pat on the head, tell 'im it's all going t'be alright!"

[oftheoakenshield]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?" (someskillatconkers)

"I'm fine, Bilbo." Thorin shooed the hobbit away with a wave of his hand as he pushed himself up out of bed. Or at least he tried to. He only lifted his arm halfway before he felt his stitches in start to pull and he had to drop his arm back to his side to keep from completely reopening the wound. Standing was challenge all on it's own. He still couldn't properly put weight on the foot that had been stabbed.

Injured or not, he had his kingdom now. And Erebor needed it's king. He couldn't do much from the bed he had been confined to since the battle. Being told not to get out of bed had just made him more determined to push through this. While his mind may have been determined, his body was not. He only managed to stand for a few moments before he had to slump back onto the bed.