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thearkenstone-ck:

Thorin & Dwalin





I will not die like this, clawing for life… If this is to end in fire, then we will all burn together!





ruinarmitage:

The Lord of Silver Fountains,

The King of Carven Stone,

The King Beneath the Mountain,

shall come into his o w n





lonelyneedyshadow:

lonelyneedyshadow:

lonelyneedyshadow:

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king-of-erebor:

Thorin went quiet as he spoke, and although he asked for no pity he did feel sorry for him. It had to have been hard, moving so much with no clue if he was moving to a…

Draco looked up and offered a kind but tired smile. “Good morning. How did you sleep? You hungry? I can make up something to eat if you like.” He asked as he sat at the breakfast bar sipping his coffee.

Thorin carefully sat at the breakfast bar with him, his brain needing a minute to process the questions as well as take in Draco’s appearance.”I slept well, and I would enjoy some food, but I can make it myself. You look far too tired for someone who fell asleep as early as you did.” He frowned, examining him carefully.

- lonelyneedyshadow





'I want the K'

all-the-comforts-of-home:

king-of-erebor:

king-of-erebor:

12. Wet Kiss

Thorin held Bilba close, his lips moving against hers as they parted. The kiss became a bit sloppier as a result, his tongue moving over her lower lip.

Thorin helped her remove the coat, fingers toying with the laces on the back of her dress but not actually pulling on them. He let out a sharp breath when she tugged on his hair again, waiting until she let go of his lip to nip back.

Bilba kissed him again and licked his lip, whimpering softly. Her hands moved from his hair to slip under the hem of his shirt, her hands traveling up his warm back, shivering softly. Her lips moved to kiss his jaw, before moving back to his lips.

Thorin bit her lip gently, tugging on it before letting it go to kiss her normally again. Her hands were cool against his back, and her lips were soft. He didn’t know why she would willingly kiss his beard though, it probably wouldn’t feel very good. He walked forward to gently push her against the wall, holding her there while his tongue pressed against her lips.

- allthecomfortsofhome




lonelyneedyshadow:

lonelyneedyshadow:

lonelyneedyshadow:

lonelyneedyshadow:

king-of-erebor:

Thorin went quiet as he spoke, and although he asked for no pity he did feel sorry for him. It had to have been hard, moving so much with no clue if he was moving to a good life or a bad one. But…

Draco slept fairly well. Though as usual around dawn he sat up in his bed panting. It never failed. Nightmares of the same thing every night. At least he didn’t scream out any more. Sighing he got up and took a quick shower before changing and going to male some coffee.

Thorin slept like a rock, never moving as he slept. It was strange considering the last few nights had been rough for him. Habit had him waking up early, getting up and heading to the kitchen to see about coffee. He was surprised to find his host already up. “Good morning.”

- lonelyneedyshadow




lonelyneedyshadow:

lonelyneedyshadow:

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king-of-erebor:

Thorin went quiet as he spoke, and although he asked for no pity he did feel sorry for him. It had to have been hard, moving so much with no clue if he was moving to a good life or a bad one. But he had done well for…

"Of course I insist. We are friends of course." Draco smiled trying to hide a yawn. "I will. You get some rest. And I will see you in the morning." Draco said his good nights and moved around so he was resting on the heating pads. Soon letting the heat and peace lull him to sleep.

Draco was far too kind to him for his own good. He didn’t have any clothes to change into, but he definitely wanted a shower. Finding the bathroom he stepped in, undressing and taking an extremely quick shower before pulling back on his clothes. Getting into the bed, he groaned in relief at the cushion it offered before his head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes. He passed out maybe twenty seconds after.

- lonelyneedyshadow





'I want the K'

all-the-comforts-of-home:

king-of-erebor:

king-of-erebor:

12. Wet Kiss

Thorin held Bilba close, his lips moving against hers as they parted. The kiss became a bit sloppier as a result, his tongue moving over her lower lip.

Thorin was impressed by how eager she seemed to continue the kiss, letting go of her to let his coat drop off his shoulders before winding his arms back around her waist. He made a soft noise when she tugged on his hair, pulling her closer.

Bilba whimpered into his mouth and gasped, pressing closer into his chest. Her hands made busy with her own coat, pushing it off her shoulders. She tugged his hair again, a bit harder this time as she bit his bottom lip. 

Thorin helped her remove the coat, fingers toying with the laces on the back of her dress but not actually pulling on them. He let out a sharp breath when she tugged on his hair again, waiting until she let go of his lip to nip back.

- allthecomfortsofhome





'I want the K'

all-the-comforts-of-home:

king-of-erebor:

all-the-comforts-of-home:

king-of-erebor:

12. Wet Kiss

Thorin held Bilba close, his lips moving against hers as they parted. The kiss became a bit sloppier as a result, his tongue moving over her lower lip.

Bilba hadn’t really cared for manners at this point, only focusing on the man before her. Her hands fisted into his hair and pulled him closer, letting out a sound of approval when his tongue went across her bottom lip, her mouth parting a bit. 

Thorin slipped his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted, his own hands resting on her back and doing their best not to dig into her clothes. He knew his beard might scratch her too, but that he wasn’t terribly worried about. If he ripped anything though, well, she wouldn’t exactly be happy.

Bilba let out a small squeak, pulling away briefly to breathe, before pressing her lips back to his. Her hands moved to his chest, sliding under his coat to push them off his shoulders a bit. Her hands found their way back into his hair, tugging on it a bit. 

Thorin was impressed by how eager she seemed to continue the kiss, letting go of her to let his coat drop off his shoulders before winding his arms back around her waist. He made a soft noise when she tugged on his hair, pulling her closer.

- allthecomfortsofhome





Excuse Me

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king-of-erebor:

all-the-comforts-of-home:

Send me an “Excuse Me” and I’ll tell you my muse’s reaction to being Interrupted while…

4. Changing

Bilba was glad they had finally found an inn to stay at throughout the journey. She excused herself from the group to take a bath and change, telling them she’d join them for dinner later.

She closed the door into one of the rooms they rented and began to untie her bodice and slide her dress off, sighing happily as she was left in her shift and night clothes. The door opened and when she turned, she flushed, squeaking in embarrassment. Thorin had walked in, briefly, before moving out of the door and closing it.

She brought her dress to cover herself, holding it against her chest. “Uh, y-you can come in,” she coughed a bit, sitting on the bed with the fabric protecting her modesty.

Thorin felt his heart begin to race, and he gritted his teeth. This was not the time to be developing feelings for people that he couldn’t control. He swiftly turned on his heel after a moment and headed towards the door. Fine, let’s do this. He’ll court her just to show himself that she isn’t interested. When she rejects him it’ll all be over.

"The others are already downstairs whenever you’d like to join us." He exited the room, heading down the stairs while he thought. Well, what could he give her as a first gift? What do Hobbits even like?

Bilba flushed and chewed her lip. How would she court him? She knew Dwarrows liked metal and jewelry but she doesn’t know how to work in a forge. Although… she does have a certain piece of jewelry. She left her room a few moments after him, fiddling with the cold metal in her hand. She sat down in between Kili and Ori, across from Thorin. 

A certain conversation caught her attention. “What about Hobbits? How does their courting process work?” She looked to Kili and around at the others, who were all staring at her. “Well… a lot of flowers are usually involved. All flowers have their own meaning, like red roses mean passion, dasies mean true love, stuff like that. The second step of courting would be picnics. A meal would be prepared for two weeks and picnics would be every other day. The third step is to plant a garden, with flowers or vegetables. The last step is asking to dance, where the male or female will ask for their hand in marriage,” she looked around, smiling softly.

Thorin had sat next to Dwalin with Bifur on his other side, easily murmuring a conversation in Khuzdul with him as they began eating. He glanced up when Bilba sat down in front of him. Great. He didn’t even realize the topic of conversation until a certain question popped up, catching his attention. Perfect, he didn’t even have to bother Gandalf to find out.

Flowers? How was he supposed to get flowers here? And they had meanings? This was going to be much harder than he thought. The food would be much easier, although he wondered if he needed to make the food himself. Planting a garden needed to wait, there was nowhere to plant a garden. Alright, he could do this. Although he wasn’t sure why he was nervous of all things. There was no way he wanted this to go well…right? He didn’t even realize he was sitting there brooding.

- allthecomfortsofhome