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“I made a promise to your mother, before she passed.” "And?” Bilbo prompted. “I promised your mother I would find you a husband.” “W-what?” Bilbo spluttered, pushing his tea aside as he leapt from his armchair. “I - how could you - who would I even -” “Why, Thorin Oakenshield, of course,” Gandalf answered with a far too smug smile.
Throughout the quest to reclaim Erebor, Bilbo learned to deal with the many vexing behaviours of the Dwarves. One thing he could never adapt to, however, was their belief in superstition.
Thorin really really really likes Christmas. He's absolutely nuts about it. Bilbo would rather throw his horribly christmassy neighbor away, but Frodo is just so attached to him, that Bilbo doesn't have the heart. Also, he's unbearably attractive, so really it'd be a waste. Thorin is a Christmas dork and Bilbo is the neighbor secretly crushing on him.
Bilbo has always been suspicious about blind dates. This, however, seems to really promising: a nice evening in his favourite restaurant with a charming man. But when things start to get wrong, Bilbo wonders is this blind date was a good idea … And it’s not helpful at all that the waiter is that handsome!
At the same time, Thorin keeps telling himself that it isn't his way to pine after someone. But soon, he finds himself trying to explain to Bilbo why he messed up his date on purpose...
“I have another idea,” he said slowly, fingers playing with the mithril draped across his chest. “Yes?” Gandalf prodded, grey brows knotting together. “In case he doesn’t –” Bilbo’s voice faded out and he toed the ground hesitantly. “What?” Thranduil asked, voice dripping with malice. “Continue, Halfling, or I will force the words out of you.” “Let him speak,” Bard cast the elf-king a side-eyed glance, before letting his gaze rest fully on the young hobbit. “What is it, Master Baggins? What is your plan should the Arkenstone fail to convince him?” Bilbo took a breath. Let it out. Took another and turned to Gandalf, cracking his knuckles nervously. “You’re not going to like it.” ~Bilbo offers himself as a part of the trade for the Arkenstone to sweeten the pot and get Thorin to agree to peace.
Thorin’s first holiday in decades was going great: he was stuck in the Shire instead of relaxing in the Blue Mountains, his map was clearly faulty, and now there was an impertinent hobbit telling him he had gotten lost. He should have just stayed in Erebor.
By a curse or a blessing from the Valar, Bilbo finds himself repeating the same horrific day of war outside of Erebor again and again. His repeats are always triggered when someone from the company falls. He suffers days and days on his own before the others begin to repeat the day with him.
One would think that with the whole company, an elf king, and a bowman all knowing what was to come, Bilbo would have an easier time getting them all through the day alive.
One would think that, wouldn't they.
Everyone, by a stroke of real luck, survived the Battle of Five Armies. Bilbo helps to rebuild Erebor, while waiting for Thorin to recover from his wounds. Hobbit help is, it seems, just what the dwarves need: after all, hobbits know better than any how to make a place into a home.
And when Thorin finally wakes up, there's a surprise waiting for Bilbo.
Bilbo Baggins, respectable baker at The Hobbit Hole Café on Bag End in the Shire, finds his life turned upside down when meddling wizard Gandalf the Grey comes to ask him along on an adventure. Overnight, Bilbo is thrown into a world of dwarves, new kinds of pastry, coffeeshop espionage, dragons, and singing trolls. He'll be lucky to get out alive...or, more accurately, he'll be lucky to get out without falling in love with master baker Thorin Oakenshield.
On his way back to the Blue Mountains from a meeting in Rivendell, Thorin is ambushed on the forest path. His would-be attacker is not at all what he expected, however - instead a poor and hungry hobbit looking to steal his food. Fortunately for Thorin, this hobbit makes a god damn awful thief.