#treasurehunterbaggins

[diamondcitydarlin]

you may be King of a mountain, but you have no divine right to the contents of my trousers, Thorin Oakenshield!

Probably the best thing my RP Bilbo has ever said. 

[grumblygardensarchive]

F A I R Y

The letter had been addressed to her in an elegant hand. The writer had used her old name and included what was to have been her married fairy name: Maia. Cherise hadn't been sure what to make of it when she opened it. Maybe they knew her from Colbert's court. Perhaps they were a fairy of the seasons. It would make sense to come in contact with a frost fairy, with it being in the midst of winter, after all! But why call upon the one once known as Thumbelina? Had her story gotten out? Had more fairies found out her hiding place?Letting her eyes relax as she scanned over the font, she let the contents of the letter fully sink into her weary mind. In an instant, she crumbled the paper and threw it at the wall. How dare they! How dare they find her now and ask her these questions! "Ooh, they'll hurt Titania like this, don't they know that?! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why? Ugh, the Enchanted Forest is not smart!" Cherise stomped on the paper ball, then kicked it towards the door. She threw the door open with her good arm and side-kicked the paper ball into the deep snow that had covered the lawn.With a mental victory dance, Cherise slammed the door shut and waltzed back over to the sofa and slumped down on the furniture. To think some other faeish folk was claiming to possibly be related! That would put her mother in danger and who would guess what other sort of problems would arise from that! Cherise heaved a sigh and propped her forehead into her palms while her elbows stood on her knees. Hunched over, Cherise went over questions in her mind. What if this was important? What if this person could help defend her family? Perhaps they knew of ways to help her mother? Or a way to bring Oberon to justice for all of the cruelties he had inflicted?Still, Cherise felt more frustrated than ever. Damn that letter and damn the person who had found her out! Muttering softly to herself, she could only think of the gossip and whispers she'd have to endure. It wasn't bad enough she was a terribly short woman... she was now likely related to more short people.No wonder. It ran in the blood.

[toovercomegreed]

treasurehunterbaggins:

Bilbo set his jaw and clutched his bags tighter, refusing to turn around. There was a great many things he wanted to say to Thorin, most of them less than cordial. He knew, however, that he shouldn’t address a King in such a way. A King. A King Under The Mountain. That is who Thorin was now- not his friend. Certainly nothing more than that. That he could ever even entertain notions of-…

Perish the thought entirely.

"I may go where I please," Bilbo says simply, his voice curt and falsely polite. "A King you may be now, Thorin, and for that I congratulate you. But I do not owe you my allegiance."

If he had sense enough, he would have left following that statement. There was nothing more to be said, after all. Thorin had hurt him in a way that was too complex to explain further and he refused to have the same done to him again. 

But even so, he took a breath and added out of his dangerous curiosity,

"You have your stone. Your throne, your kingdom. Our contract is broken. I see nothing more to be gained from a burglar."

It was more of a question than a statement, of course, one that Bilbo regretted having asked long after it settled between them.

             It had taken all of Thorin’s strength to force those words from his own throat —— 

                “Don’t go.”

                                    — Pathetic, he knew, and selfish. Bilbo could go wherever he pleased, and where he pleased was the Shire. Of course it was the Shire. It was his home, a home that Bilbo loved just as much as Thorin loved Erebor, and for far better reasons. And, even if Bilbo had nowhere to go, nowhere to set his heart, he was still better off far away from here, from Erebor, from Thorin. Always had been, more than likely, but especially now, especially——

Instinct took over, and Thorin’s hand slid into his pocket. The stone. That at least Bilbo was right about — Thorin did have his stone, for all that it was cold and lifeless in his hand where he had tucked it into his pocket. Thorin could not explain the grasp it had on his heart, could not explain how it had driven him to madness, madness enough to cast out the hobbit who had saved his life, the friend he had learned to love —

        — That thought did not last long, tromped out by every inhibition Thorin had ever garnered. Wrong to have such thoughts. Wrong to think of himself, and yet —

Thorin bowed his head, pulling his hand from his pocket (leaving the stone within it) and raking his fingers through his hair. He could not bring himself to look at Bilbo again, could not bear to see the back of his head and know he was seeing it only because Bilbo would not show him his face.

       ” I was not asking you as a king, Bilbo —          if I may even call you that, anymore.           I was asking you as a friend. Or —          Or as someone who would be your friend once more,          if you would give me the chance to. “

Thorin paused for a long moment, then shook his head, slowly. 

    ” I understand, however, if you will not. That you cannot.       Your forgiveness was to a dead man — but I am here,       and I am not so easily forgivable now. I do not forgive myself;       I should not expect you to. You are right to return to the Shire.       But it remains that I—- that I wish that you wouldn’t, and will miss you,       if it is worth anything at all. “

[alowlysilvanelf]

"I got it in my eye."

Tauriel smiled softly. “Here, let me help you,” she said, taking a step closer to the hobbit. She bent over, this time guiding his hand as he drew back the bowstring. “There,” she said. “Like that. You see? Now the fletching is a safe distance from your eye.”

[hxmantorch]

Fire & water

He could feel it in his veins, he could feel the presence of the dragon. A shiver worked its way up and down his spine, he really didn't want to face the creature, he even had the urge to cover his eyes sometimes-- which wouldn't help at all.

John was looking for some smaller animals like rabbits, slightly away from Lake-town somewhere on the mountain landscape to pursue his job as a hunter, but he just couldn't catch anything; everything seemed quiet edgy today.

A sigh left his lips as he looked up to the higher mountains surrounding him. He could simply go back home, but he knew the people needed something to eat and he himself the money.

        --Screw that. He would give it another try later.

Back in Lake-town his first place to go was a small tavern. John had developed the bad habit of drinking when he was stressed or felt frustrated, so there was that. It kind of kept him calm and when he was drunk enough he always started to babble about how much he missed the mainland but didn't want to go back either. 

"May I have another?" 

[alowlysilvanelf]

♥

9: Hand over a flower as a gift.

Smiling down at the hobbit, Tauriel held out the flower in her hand to him. “I thought you might like it,” she said with a slight shrug.

[hxmantorch]

Need some sleep. Posts saved in draft folder :3 gn8!

[sneakingliar]

+puristmalfoy +treasurehunterbaggins +caninhisstead +thebloodchild +xkeeperofnenya

"---don't move, sweet, perhaps they will not notice us."