Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Hobbit or Lord Of the Rings.
Welcome to Part 2! Join Bilbo as he figures out how to be an Omega, discover new things about his Dwarves, the Hobbits, and his own body.
Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Heat, Sexual Awakening, Body exploration. Kind of Sorta Polyamory
Pairings: Bilbo/Varies Company, (Not including: Balin, Dori, maybe Kili, maybe Bifur, Bombour, Gloin, and Oin)
Becoming Omega
Prologue: Two Lives, One Story.
Did you know that Hobbits use to go beyond their green gardens, and round doors? Beyond the border?
It must be an odd thing to think about, to know once upon a time, we walked there, and there, oh! And there too!
It still is odd for me.
My name is Gersvinda Sackville, mate to Alpha Elf Estelon, soon to be mother, Omega, and Hobbit. And this is my story to you.
My story to you is a sad beginning, but a happy ending.
I was born a Hobbit, and male Omega. And while to you it may not be a sad, or even a bad thing. To a Hobbit, it is.
Omegas are an oddity among the Small Folk who value tradition above all else, traditions that dictate that Omegas are given to the Alphas, those who refuse, are forced against their will. I was born an Omega, something beyond an oddity. I was treated with suspicion at best, and at worst, I dare not write. For years, horrors beyond horrors were my life, until I finally found the will and courage to escape under the protection of the night.
Through my ignorance, I expected the world to be no different from the place I had run from. But hope told my heart differently.
Hope was right.
Life outside the border was so much grander, and brighter. Everything was just so much.
I loved, and still love it.
A family of Men, made up of four Omegas, and one Alpha took me in. They taught me so everything I needed, and never knew I wanted to know.
They taught me that Omegas have a choice, have a voice that is a loud as thunder should they choose so. Taught me that Omegas are protected, and loved by Alphas and Betas, for not only being an Omega, but what they represented.
Not to be used as tools, then tossed into a shed when done with.
They taught me that my place in the world could be whatever I choose it to be, whether a grand one, or a simple one. They became my family, and remained so after I started my own.
These teachings, I pass onto you my dear reader, my desire is that they fill your mind with knowledge, and your heart with hope.
My name is Olo Underlake, mate Dwarf Alpha Barak, mater of three, male Omega, and Hobbit.
My story to you was a sad beginning, but is a happy ending.
Let Me Know What You Think!