As he rode through the dim and rain-washed dawn with Thorin, his destination unknown, with danger clearly stalking their every step, Bilbo realized his heart was pounding and the world seemed sharp and focused. He could smell the leather of Thorin's coat and the scent of wet horse, feel the the rattle of the rain across them, cold and bracing. There was a strange wild beauty to it,
*sings* The power of lo-ove... I am in such a good mood. Just one more exam to go, YAY!!!!! Also, mmmh sense description, lovely!
Bilbo could feel Thorin's long loose hair brushing against his curls like a caress.
YUM
I feel bad for Bilbo who's been cut off from a lot through the ring but I can't help shifting my worry over to Thorin now that he's on the scene again. That poor dwarf! How he must have suffered. And still:
"Do not speak so; I shall never let you speak so, not while I am here with you at last." He held Bilbo and murmured ridiculous, extravagant endearments until Bilbo's shoulders stopped shaking, until he took a long, trembling breath and nodded against Thorin's chest.
*misty eyes* He's unreal, that's what he is. Or more accurately, he's a dwarf, stubborn and determined and steadfast in the best possible old fashioned way. Argh I am going to cry.
Their reunion scene is so them in this verse. All talking over the real issues and getting snagged anway.
"The world is so old," he complained.
LOL!
"No!" cried Bilbo, leaping forward. He felt Thorin's hand holding him back, and realized he had been about to reach into the fire to save his ring.
Dear Eru, it must be KILLING Thorin to see his beloved in the thrall of that thing.
His voice was thick with disgust. "Blind fool."
Aaaaaand there goes the self-flagellation. ARGH DIS DWARF.
Gandalf! YAY! Talk some sense into this stubborn beautiful fool. PLEASE.
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As he rode through the dim and rain-washed dawn with Thorin, his destination unknown, with danger clearly stalking their every step, Bilbo realized his heart was pounding and the world seemed sharp and focused. He could smell the leather of Thorin's coat and the scent of wet horse, feel the the rattle of the rain across them, cold and bracing. There was a strange wild beauty to it,
*sings* The power of lo-ove... I am in such a good mood. Just one more exam to go, YAY!!!!!
Also, mmmh sense description, lovely!
Bilbo could feel Thorin's long loose hair brushing against his curls like a caress.
YUM
I feel bad for Bilbo who's been cut off from a lot through the ring but I can't help shifting my worry over to Thorin now that he's on the scene again. That poor dwarf! How he must have suffered. And still:
"Do not speak so; I shall never let you speak so, not while I am here with you at last." He held Bilbo and murmured ridiculous, extravagant endearments until Bilbo's shoulders stopped shaking, until he took a long, trembling breath and nodded against Thorin's chest.
*misty eyes* He's unreal, that's what he is. Or more accurately, he's a dwarf, stubborn and determined and steadfast in the best possible old fashioned way. Argh I am going to cry.
Their reunion scene is so them in this verse. All talking over the real issues and getting snagged anway.
"The world is so old," he complained.
LOL!
"No!" cried Bilbo, leaping forward. He felt Thorin's hand holding him back, and realized he had been about to reach into the fire to save his ring.
Dear Eru, it must be KILLING Thorin to see his beloved in the thrall of that thing.
His voice was thick with disgust. "Blind fool."
Aaaaaand there goes the self-flagellation. ARGH DIS DWARF.
Gandalf! YAY! Talk some sense into this stubborn beautiful fool. PLEASE.