Ah I am back at it again with another fanfic idea that won't get out of my head. This one is clearly marked as a Hobbit fanfiction. This will have mentions of slash, BUT the main pairing will be het. There are a few things that will be changed in the timeline and they will be mentioned at the beginning of each chapter, along with any other warnings, under WARNINGS. If anyone sees any mistakes then please be kind when you point them out and I will be sure to fix them in an edit. Anyway, enjoy reading and please fav, follow, and review!
Pairings: Belayn (Fem! Bilbo)/Thorin, Fili/Kili and others as they come.
Warnings: This chapter will be a little short since it is a beginning/background/teaser like chapter just to see if anyone wants me to continue writing it.
Belayn Baggins, a young Hobbit lass living in the smial of Bag End. Until she was the ripe age of 21 she lived with her mother, Belladonna Took-Baggins, and her father, Bungo Baggins, but that was when the Fell Winter came upon the Shire, her home. Since she was yet of age she was sent to live with her Grandfather Geronitus Took, the Thrain of the Shire and his wife, her Grandmother, Adamanta Chubb-Took. Her own mother, Belladonna, was the fourth youngest of her eleven siblings, Isengrim III, the oldest, Hildigard, Isumbras IV, Hildigrim, Isembold, Hildifons, Isembard, Hildibrand, Donnamira, Mirabella and Isengar the youngest, while her father was an only child.
While she lived with her Grandparents she learned the ways of a woman and how to care for a smial. She learned how to cook, clean, dress, behave properly along with other womanly studies, but she also learned how to defend herself in the ways of the dagger, bow and arrow, Hobbit Magic, and her favorite weapon, a dual sided chain scythe. Her scythe was made special. The chain could sap together to form a rod making her chain scythe into a dual sided scythe with the blades pointing in opposite directions so when she twirled the scythe it created a large spinning blade. The blades could also retract so she could fold down the rod to make it easier to transport in her bag or in the holster attached to her thigh. Her Grandmother really wanted her to be able to protect herself.
When Belayn turned of age at 33 she was moved from her Grandparents home to the only home she knew before then. Bag End. It had brought up many terrible, but happy memories as she knew her Mother and Father would want her to continue to live and be as happy as she could be like them. It took her ages to clean the dust covered smial and to make sure that her cousin, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins, had not stolen anything like her Mother's silver spoons. She had asked her friend Hamfast Gamgee to help her in the garden as she knew that he knew the best way to get the garden to come alive again. It wasn't until a few years of peace there that it was disrupted by someone she could never forget.
"Oomph," a female voice grunted as a large burlap bag fell to the ground making the dust that had accumulated since that morning rise up into the air, "Oh I really got to sweep again… And stop leaving that back door open." The female, Belayn Baggins, straightened up from her slightly crouched form so she could pat her hands on her apron. She looked around her smial and made a mental list of things she needed to do. Sweep, dishes, wash the windows, wash the rug. Simple and short her list was as she had done everything else the day before.
"Miss Baggins, the garden is finished for the day. I planted the new seeds the way you wanted them and cleaned out the weeds," a male voice came from the back door. She turned and smiled at her old friend.
"Thanks, Hamfast, and how many times have I asked you to just call me Belayn?" She asked with an easy-going smile and her hands on her hips imitating a scowl on her face.
"Too many times Miss Baggins," Hamfast chuckled as he wiped his hands on his dirty handkerchief.
She chuckled along with him before gesturing to the door, "Why don't you just come back next week then. Spend time with your lady and son. I know you said you've missed them since you just came back from a trip to Bree to get more seeds then started helping me out with this smial."
"Ah, I think I will. Thanks again Miss Baggins," Hamfast said as he nodded in thanks to her then made his way out of the house. She shook her head with her smile still gracing her lips as she started on the short list. She cleaned and showered herself as she got ready for bed. Belayn took a deep breath as she looked in the mirror in her vanity and took in her image. She had her Mother's honey blond hair that curled lightly on the ends, but laid in a mess and ended slightly below her shoulders blades. A cute mess her Mother called it when she was younger. She thought it was like a lion's mane. She also had her Mother's small upturned button nose and her cheek bones, but everything else was her Father's. She had gotten her natural lightly tanned skin from him along with the light dusting of freckles across her nose. Her eyes though were like the brightest sky blue topaz found here in Hobbiton and even those found in Erebor, well that's what her Mother had told her when she asked. Her Mother and her Father never knew where she had gotten the color as her Father's eyes were a darker cobalt blue and her Mother's an amber. They believed that she had been blessed by their Mother and Creator, Yavanna. Especially when she showed the natural ability for Hobbit Magic unlike others that had to meditate and hone in on their specialized Magic.
Before she could be dragged away in her thoughts a knock came through her smial form the front door. She got up making sure her night dress that fell above her knees was appropriately pulled down enough to cover her. She walked out of her room to the front and opened her door. She figured that Hamfast had forgotten something or her Grandparents sent a messenger for her, but what she gotten was someone she didn't even know.
The man in front of her was taller than her by a least a foot, but that wasn't hard at her height of four feet. He had dark black hair that shown slightly blue in the hue of her hallway light that matched and equally dark beard with braids and beads in it. His eyes were one of the stunning dark blue with lighter blue lights and she watched as his eyes wandered up and down her frame. She blushed and tried to cover herself as much as she could before she spoke, "C-Can I help you?"
"My pardon ma'am. I'm Thorin a Dwarf of the Blue Mountain. I seem to be a bit lost and tried to find lodgings for the night before moving on as a storm is approaching fast," the man, now identified as a dwarf named Thorin, said softly as he pointed at the darkly clouded sky. Even though it was nighttime she could see he was telling the truth about the storm.
She thought for a moment before nodding and ushering him in as she spotted a few raindrops fall onto her steps turning the spot they landed on darker. "Please take your shoes off here," she said as she gestured to the small cubby filled with her own shoes that she very rarely used, "I'll get a bed ready for you and some food." The smile he gave her made her heart flutter before she turned around. She quickly went to her guestroom and cleaned it quickly and put clean bedding on it before going back to the living room. She found her guest looking at the pictures on her mantle and she cleared her throat. She held in a small giggle as she managed to startle him. "The room is ready if you wish to put your belongings there," she told him as she gestured to the door.
Thorin nodded his thanks before moving to said door. He left it open as he set his bag down and then took off his heavy coat and armor leaving him in his pants, long sleeved shirt, and his socks. Belayn was in the kitchen at the time heating up some leftover soup and warmed the bread she made earlier. "Would you prefer water or mead?" she asked as she spotted him walking in.
"Mead please," he politely responded as he sat down at the table and watched her work. He caught glimpses and flashes of her undergarments under her night dress before clearing his throat and look around. He thanked her for the food once it was settled in front of him and dug into it. He saw her sit down across from him with a cup of her own mead. Thorin gave her a small nod when he saw her look of curiosity. He smirked as he answered all of her questions and shot a few of his own to her. By the time, he was finished with his meal and answering the questions the storm outside was raging.
Belayn yawned and stretched before standing up and putting the dirty dishing in her sink to clean tomorrow. Her back was to Thorin and didn't notice as he stood up and walked over to her. She gasped and shivered as she felt his calloused hands run from her back to her hips then to her stomach where they rested. His hands were rough. She could tell through the thin material of her night clothes. She closed her eyes and tilted her head giving him room at her neck to kiss her soft skin.
"May I?" Thorin's rough voice asked piercing the silence, other than the beating rain and thunder, in the smial. She gasped softly at the sudden question before thinking it over. After a moment of Thorin just holding her she bit her lip and gave him a small short nod.