honestly i’m so enamoured with the widespread fanon characterisation of thorin and bilbo in a relationship with each other,,, how absolutely smitten they are and how devoted,, any fanon work that fails to portray the endless tenderness these two exhibit towards each other, has to try HARDER okay it’s 2018
Oooh, man, I feel like that one would HAVE to be a Modern Bagginshield AU? Like a spin-off story to the never-written Wall Street AU I wanted to do where Thorin’s getting his family’s mining conglomerate back from a hostile takeover.
Hmm, it would either have to be a prequel story about Thorin’s expectations in life growing up, or a sequel spin-off about Bilbo realizing what actually entails when you marry into like… serious industrialist old money. Like, not just the flashy stuff like yachts and whatnot (something I think Thorin as a fairly private person frankly abhors, and Thror’s infatuation with such displays was an early sign of his growing dementia back in the day before they were bankrupted) but also just like… the sheer generational wealth that sprouts up when you have more money than you can spend in a lifetime, stuff like philanthropy efforts, trust funds, how to balance those so you don’t turn all your descendants into little monsters who never have to work for anything in their life. It’s a whole balancing act that constitutes what modern industrialist royalty looks like behind the scenes.
Bilbo, who also lives off inherited money and comes from a comfortably upper class background is at first flippant that he can completely grasp everything Thorin is talking about and it’s nothing new to him, he was one of the most eligible financial prospects of his town, after all, until he sees the spreadsheet of what Thorin’s currently mulling over and realizes no, oh no, he had no fucking clue the number of inputs, outputs, and just the sheer number of zeroes involved with Thorin’s daily personal and professional concerns after they’ve reclaimed Erebor Industries.
19) kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
Thorin was no stranger to hard work, but twelve hours was too much. He had awoken early in the morning (never as early as Bilbo though, not since he had been permanently excused from first breakfast) to find Bilbo at his desk. Now it was nightfall and two normal meals, which meant something like twenty hobbit meals by his estimate, had gone by without Bilbo poking his head out of his study. It was unnatural. Something needed to be done.
Bilbo did not look up from his page when Thorin entered the room, the scratch of his quill a counterpoint to Thorin’s careful footsteps where were no doubt thunderous to Shire-folk. Bilbo still wore his checkered robe, and likely had not dressed at all that day, but instead awoken with some new idea for his book, (which was already a wild flight of fantasy that bore little resemblance to their actual quest), had meant only to jot down a few ideas, and been engrossed ever since.
Well, it would not do to stop his work, not if it was important. But after twelve hours without a word, Thorin thought he had at least earned the right to be a minor nuisance.
exchanging looks of is this really happening right now in front of my eyes with the people you went to see the botfa with during the acorn scene, aka the one truly universal human experience
Avelera 