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transjiimhawkins:

It only took a touch – the barest brush of Bilbo’s fingers across the back of Thorin’s hand – to shatter him. With a broken sound, Thorin sank to his knees in front of the bench and leaned forward, his arms wrapping tight as steel around the hobbit’s middle as he buried his face in Bilbo’s lap. He was trembling like a fragile tree in a hurricane.

After a moment two small hands settled on Thorin’s head, twisting his braids between calloused fingers and rubbing them fondly.

“Silly old dwarf. I suppose I’ll have to keep you.”

comm for mariejacquelyn of the last chapter of her fic An Expected Journey. thank you so much dear!! thus begins my foray into environments..

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transjiimhawkins:

As he lay in bed he could hear Thorin still humming to himself in the best bedroom next to him:

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day,

To find our long-forgotten gold.

Bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams.

heres a closeup of hot wet dream blacksmith thorin cause well: