Yes. Period.

He is slaying in that gown

I haven’t posted any bagginshield in a while, so here it is. The request was to draw Thorin in Chappell Roan’s gown but durin’s blue colour🌚🌝

THE WAY IT COMES TO BE- MASTERLIST

Here is the masterlist for the chapters in The Way It Comes To Be. My blog is a big mess now, and I want to make sure people have an easier time finding all my stuff.

Official Playlist Release

Official Book Cover

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

MORE TO COME...

All related content to the fic besides the chapters will be labeled by the tag #twictb and #the way it comes to be.

Thank you

I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO EDIT CHAPTER 3 OF TWICTB ON TUMBLR WTF

Here it is

The Way It Comes To Be- Chapter 3 (DIRECTOR'S CUT)

Chapter summary: Thorin is already recovering from the hardships he endured at war, but now he has to face new situations that are ahead of him.

Link on Ao3

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Thorin x Bilbo, Kili x Tauriel

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Chapter 3: New Ways To Rebuild

Thorin stood at the head of the round table, surrounded by the key figures of the newly formed alliance: Thranduil, Bard, and their respective advisors. The room, though tense, was filled with an air of ambition and determination.

Thorin began speaking. "Indeed, we have much to discuss if we are to ensure a prosperous future for all our people."

Thranduil nodded in response, his expression serious yet hopeful. Bard leaned forward, hands clasped together, ready to engage in the critical discussions ahead.

"The people of Laketown are in dire need of assistance. Winter is approaching, and they have lost everything. We must prioritize their relocation and the reconstruction of their homes."

"Erebor will provide the necessary resources,” said Thorin. “We have ample treasure, and it is our duty to use it wisely. However, this assistance must be part of a larger and mutual agreement that benefits all of us."

"Agreed,” Thranduil said. In return, the Woodland Realm can offer our expertise in sustainable forestry and agriculture. We have knowledge that can aid in rebuilding Laketown and ensure it thrives once again."

The elves in the council nodded in agreement and Thorin spoke up again. "And what of trade? A steady flow of goods between our realms will foster stability and growth. We need to establish clear terms and routes for trade."

"Trade is essential, but so is security,” replied Bard. “We must ensure that our borders are protected. Our recent alliance must be solidified with mutual defense agreements."

“I think a joint defense initiative would be the best idea,” Thorin collaborated. “Erebor, Dale, and Mirkwood could be standing together as a formidable force against any potential threats."

Thranduil placed his head to the side, unsure if he agreed with Thorin or not. "We can establish regular meetings between our military leaders to coordinate and share intelligence. Trust is key, and transparency will be our strength."

At that moment, Bilbo entered the room, carrying a stack of maps and documents. He placed them on the table and looked around, sensing the weight of the discussions.

"I found the maps and the initial draft agreements for review,” Bilbo began. “I believe it’s crucial that we have a clear understanding of the territories and resources at our disposal."

Thorin smiled at Bilbo, appreciating his diligence and foresight. "Thank you, Bilbo. Your assistance in these matters is invaluable. Now, let us review the maps and start drafting our agreements."

The group gathered around the table, examining the maps and documents Bilbo had discovered. They began to outline the details of their trade routes, resource allocation, and defense strategies.

Bard then said, "We could also have cultural exchanges between our peoples. Understanding and respecting each other’s traditions will strengthen our alliance."

Thorin and Thranduil looked at each other questionably, unsure of what to think. The elves and dwarves despised each other since the beginning of time. Even if some clans have formed alliances with each other as a necessity, the disagreements between them still lingered through the course of existence.

“I think we should simply leave that to the people of our respective societies. I wouldn’t impose any unwanted interactions,” said Thranduil.

Thorin rolled his eyes and said, “What are you trying to imply with that, Thranduil?”

“I was not implying anything, Your Majesty,” Thranduil responded with a hint of sarcasm. “I was just saying that it should simply be up to the people to decide who they want to exchange cultural engagements with or not.”

“Listen here, if you still have a problem with us dwarves let me remind you that YOU REFUSED TO SEND HELP WHEN EREBOR WAS BEING CAPTURED YEARS AGO! IT IS YOUR FAULT THAT WE ARE IN THIS SITUATION RIGHT NOW!”

“Well, it is not my fault that your people failed to stop Smaug from wiping out your entire race!” responded Thranduil.

“Our fault? NOBODY ANSWERED OUR CALL FOR HELP!” yelled Thorin.

“Enough!” Bard raised his hands, stepping between the two leaders. “This bickering will NOT help us rebuild our societies. We must look to the future, not the past. Stop focusing so much on your differences and let us move forward once and for all!”

Thranduil took a deep breath to calm himself. “You are right, Bard, let us focus on our common goals.”

Thorin nodded, though his eyes still burned with anger. “Agreed. We need to find a way forward, together.”

Bard continued, “If cultural exchanges are to happen, they should indeed be voluntary. But we can still create opportunities for our peoples to interact, should they wish to.”

“Perhaps we could organize joint festivals or markets. Places where people can come together naturally,” said Thrnaduil, regaining his calm.

Thorin, softening slightly, added, “And maybe we can establish some neutral zones where trade and dialogue can flourish without old grudges interfering.”

Bard smiled, seeing the conversation return to a constructive path. “These are steps in the right direction. Let us put aside our differences and work towards a future where all our peoples can thrive.”

These discussions continued long into the day, with each leader contributing their ideas and concerns. Despite the challenges that lied ahead, a sense of optimism filled every corner of the room. They were forging a path to a future where cooperation and unity would bring prosperity to their lands.

When the sun began to set, the leaders decided to pause the meeting and continue early the next day. The council had seemed to be successful, and everyone hoped that it would continue to be like that. The elves went to their respective tents, Bard and his advisors headed towards Dale, and the dwarves headed to the gates of Erebor.

On the walk to the palace, everyone was talking to each other and talking about the success of the meeting. All of Thorin’s company was now filled with hope and excited to rebuild Erebor.

“I almost thought Thorin was going to beat the living shit out of Thraundil for a sec!” laughed Dwalin.

“Let us be glad he did not, because that would have started a complete new war,” interfered Balin.

“If it weren’t for Bard, I don’t think we’d be walking out of here in one piece,” Bombur added. Thorin just rolled his eyes and shook his head in amusement.

“And once again, our Master Burglar came in handy once more! How did you manage to find all of those dusty maps in the huge mess the palace is?” asked Bombur.

“Oh! Well, I already explored the library multiple times since we got to Erebor. I was trying to find something to read multiple times until I stumbled upon those maps a few times,” replied Bilbo.

“Bilbo DOES have keen eyes,” Gloin said, “He was the one who found the keyhole to the gates of Erebor. Without him, I don’t think we could’ve found it at all!”

“Even if Bilbo has keen eyes, Thorin is the only being he has eyes for,” whispered Kili to Fili. The blonde dwarf then burst into bouistrous laughter and to started to spread the joke to the rest of the company, which made everyone have fits of loud giggles. Thorin just placed his hand agianst his forehead, knowing exactly what they were talking about.

“What are you all giggling about?” asked Bilbo, curious.

“Oh, just Kili saying something dumb once again!” said Bifur, trying to play dumb. Bilbo just shrugged and continued to walk with the rest of the dwarves to the palace. As they made their way to the palace gates, Bilbo could sense the tension from Thorin’s energy. He seemed extremely stressed and tense about something, probably the meeting. Bilbo could sense it by the way he had been so quiet and slightly isolated from the group. However, the hobbit felt that the meeting wasn’t the only thing that was stressing him out.

When the Company got inside, Bilbo went after Thorin to check on him. The dwarf was in the Throne Room, looking absently at its surroundings. It looked a lot more organized since the battle, but it still needed a lot of work. Some pillars were still needing to be built, and there were still some scraps from the walls. 

“Thorin?” Bilbo called out. The king turned around to see his hobbit a few feet away from him, looking slightly concerned. His curly, golden hair was messy and tousled from the wind, and his hazel eyes seemed to be almost shining with the gold floor reflecting on them; his shirt was also slightly unbuttoned, which made Thorin stare at his exposed neck for a bit too long. His gaze lingered, but he quickly pulled himself back to the present.

“Bilbo,” Thorin smiled, relieved and nervous to see the man in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to check on you. You look extremely stressed out and worried. I know that the council that just happened probably wore you out, but…I feel like there is something else on your mind worrying you,” said Bilbo. 

Thorin sighed deeply, running a hand through his dark, wavy hair. “You’re right, Bilbo. The council was exhaustng, but it’s not just that. The weight of everything...it’s overwhelming. The kingdom, our people, the alliances... and my own doubts.”

Bilbo stepped closer, his expression softening as he looked at the dwarf’s distressed gaze. “Doubts? About what?”

“About whether I’m truly fit to lead,” Thorin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve made so many mistakes. I let Dragon Sickness consume me, I almost lost everything. And now, rebuilding Erebor... it’s daunting. I fear I might fail.”

Bilbo’s heart ached hearing Thorin’s vulnerability. He reached out, placing a reassuring hand on the dwarf’s forearm. “Thorin, you’ve been through so much, and yet you’re still here, fighting for your people. That takes incredible strength and courage. You’re not alone in this. We’re all here to support you.”

Thorin looked into Bilbo’s eyes, feeling a mixture of gratitude and longing. “Your faith in me means more than you know, Bilbo. I’ve also been wondering about something…”

“What is it?” Bilbo asked, sensing hesitation in Thorin’s voice.

“Are you planning on leaving Erebor?” Thorin asked, his tone shifting to a sad one.

The question struck Bilbo like a lightning. He has been missing the Shire quite a lot since he left it. He missed the green fields, the simplicity of his life, his books, his rocking chair, and the comforting energy of the place. However, he also found comfort in being amongst the Company. They were like his family, the family he never had, yet, the pull of home– his real home– lingered. He knew, deep down, that a hobbit wasn’t meant for the halls of the mountain. 

However, there was something in Bilbo that was pulling him back to the Lonely Mountain. 

But he didn’t know what it was…

Unless…

“I… I am not sure,” Bilbo responded, his voice trembling. “I…I still need to think about it. I’ve thought about the Shire, of course. I miss it– the quiet, the familiar comforts. But…”

Thorin’s eyes darkened slightly, his grip on the edge of his tunic tightening. “But?”

Bilbo swallowed, feeling the weight of the moment pressing on him. “But leaving… you all behind… it’s not an easy decision.”

Thorin stayed still as he listened, his face expressionless and his heart pounding. “You are a hobbit, Bilbo. I would never stand in the way of your return to the Shire,” Thorin said. His voice was steady, but there was a finality in the way he spoke, almost as if he were bracing himself for the answer he didn’t want to hear. Thorin had prepared for countless battles, but the idea of Bilbo leaving was one he was not ready for or could even face. 

Bilbo frowned, sensing the subtle wall Thorin had put up. He was offering Bilbo freedom, but there was an undercurrent of feeling that Thorin wasn’t voicing. “I know you wouldn’t,” Bilbo said gently, his own voice growing softer. “I just don’t know what I’ll do yet. Part of me longs to go back to the life I knew, but another part…” 

Bilbo trailed off, not entirely sure how to explain the complexity of his feelings. He was not even sure what was pulling him back. It wasn’t just the Company, or everything he had shared with the dwarves. It was something else, something specific, something he was not ready to admit just yet. 

Thorin’s brow furrowed ever so slightly, his posture remaining steady, but there was an air of quiet tension. “You are not bound to Erebor, Bilbo,” he said carefully. “You have fulfilled your duties and more. If you wish to return to your home, no one here would hold it against you.”

Bilbo’s heart clenched at Thorin’s words. The logical part of him knew that leaving was his right, that the quest had always been temporary, something to return from. However, the thought of walking away from Erebor, from everything they had built, filled him with a deep unease. 

“Thank you,” Bilbo said quietly, unsure of what else to say. “I appreciate that. I just… I need more time to think. I don’t know where I belong right now since, well, things have changed.” His voice was soft, uncertain, as if he were still trying to make sense of his own feelings.

Thorin gave a small nod, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering. “Take all the time you need,” he said, his tone measured, though there was an unspoken weight behind his words.

The silence stretched between them, filled with all the things neither of them could bring themselves to say. Thorin didn’t ask for more, and Bilbo couldn’t yet give it, leaving their conversation suspended in the space between their unsaid truths.

Bilbo shifted slightly, as if uncomfortable with the tension lingering between them. “I’ll think about it,” he repeated, though the words felt small compared to the storm of emotions swirling in his chest.

Thorin inclined his head, his eyes softer than before. “I understand,” he said, though his voice carried an edge of something—perhaps regret, perhaps acceptance. He didn’t press Bilbo for more, didn’t beg or plead for him to stay. Instead, Thorin offered what he always did: a steady, unshakable presence, even in the face of uncertainty.

However, Thorin wanted to beg Bilbo to stay in Erebor. The words hovered on the edge of his lips, heavy and unspoken, but pride, that stubborn companion of his, held them back. He was a king, after all– meant to be strong, unyielding, and self-sufficient. How could he ask, no– plead, for someone to stay for reasons that had absolutely nothing to do with duty or the crown?

Because Thorin– no matter how much he hated to admit it– needed Bilbo.

He didn’t need him as an advisor or to fulfill some practical role within the kingdom. No, this need was something deeper, something more terrifying. It gnawed at his insides, a raw and unfamiliar sensation. The Lonely Mountain, restored to its former glory, felt... empty without the hobbit’s quiet presence. Bilbo had brought light into the shadowed halls, a warmth Thorin hadn't realized he craved until now.

Thorin’s fists clenched involuntarily at his sides. This wasn’t the kind of weakness a king should even reveal. Not to his council, not to his people– perhaps not even to Bilbo himself. Yet, it gnawed at him, the fear of watching the hobbit walk away, taking with him that rare, fleeting sense of peace Thorin hadn’t known he was capable of feeling.

And yet, Thorin remained silent.

***

Notes: I wish gay people existed.

This gave me an idea.

Can “singularly obsessed with Bilbo Baggins” just be Thorin becoming a big dumb schmoopy kiss monster

pandorascake said: Bilbo makes Thorin laugh, something hes never seen before. Maybe the rest of the company are suprised/amused too (you can switch it if you want) >//////> (ive never done this before)

KW 2024- Day 2: Protectiveness

Day 2 of Kataang Week hosted by @kataang-week

Prompt: Protectiveness/Bodyguard - Tuesday, July 30th

I basically remembered this picture by @ sheepnishly on insta and thought it would be cool using it for this particular prompt.

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 3K

Modern AU where Katara is a singer and starts to fall in love with her bodyguard, Aang. 

It was a lovely morning in Ba Sing Se, and Aang, who was a martial arts teacher at one of Ba Sing Se’s biggest martial arts centers, was looking for jobs on the newspaper. Aang loved loved teaching, but he was already getting a little bored of his job. It paid a salary that was enough to get by in the big city’s middle ring, but he wanted to do something different from being a simply martial arts teacher. He got through various ads, but none of them had a position that he was interested in, until he got to a particularly small ad at the bottom left corner of the page:

WE ARE LOOKING FOR BODYGUARDS 

MUST BE FROM AGES 20-29

REQUIREMENTS:

Military officers

Martial arts masters

Daofei

MEET US AT THE JAZMINE DRAGON TEA SHOP ANY WEEK DAY IN THE AFTERNOONS

“This is such a weird ad,” said Aang out loud. However, curiosity got the best of the master and he decided to go to the Jazmine Dragon Tea Shop in the afternoon. Luckily, today he did not have to go to the academy to teach, so he took the train to the upper ring and headed to the tea shop. 

When he got to the busy tea shop, he was not exactly sure of what to do. He walked up to the counter where an older man with a long beard was preparing tea with a few other workers. 

“Hello! Welcome to the Jazmine Dragon!,” greeted the man. “My name is Iroh, what can I help you with?”

“Hello! I saw this ad on the newspaper and they told me to come here,” said Aang, pointing at the ad in the page. 

Iroh looked at it and gave him a warm smile and said: “They are over there in the back, at the largest table with the blue flowerpot.” Aang thanked him and headed to the back of the shop to the table where Iroh pointed. In that table, four men with dark blue suits sat while drinking tea. They all wore black sunglasses and had stern and serious expressions. 

“Uh… hello?” Aang greeted awkwardly. “I was told to come here for the ad-”

“Yeah, yeah, come here,” said one of the men. He was a tall and lean man with a short, brown ponytail, an undercut, a goatee, and brownish skin. He let Aang sit down in front of him and tilted his dark glasses down, revealing his dark blue eyes. 

“Are you by any chance a military officer, a martial arts master, or part of the Daofei?” he asked sternly. 

“Well, yes, I am martial arts master,” replied Aang, humbly. 

“Right,” said the man, writing notes on a piece of paper, “I am going to ask a few questions and later we will test your abilities in the martial arts. Prepare yourself.” 

Aang did not know what he meant by that last phrase, but he answered every question that was asked with full honesty. This was probably the most interesting interview he has received by far, but he was not exactly liking where it was going. 

When the inteview was finished, the man with the ponytail led Aang outside and thanked him for coming. Aang was walking away from the tea shop, when he suddenly felt a pair of eyes observing him. He then heard footsteps coming from multiple directions. Who could’ve been following him? 

Aang turned around and saw two dark figures in front of him. They were wearing all black suits and carried weapons. Aang stopped and positioned himself to defend himself. Aang did not like street fights or attacking people with no reason, but sometimes, he had to defend himself in life or dead situations. 

Four more figures came from the other sides, and had him surrounded. They were looking at him attentively, seeing if he would make a move. Aang stood still and kept calm, waiting for the other cloaked figures to move. 

One of them sprinted towards Aang and tried attacking him with a knife. Aang removed the knife with a swift of his hand and stunned him. Another one tried jumping on him, but Aang quickly threw him on the ground. The third one tried kicking him from the sides, but Aang quickly reacted and in just a few kicks, had stunned him. 

Before Aang could catch his breath, another figured began choking him with a rope, but thanks to his skills, Aang broke away from the grip and stunned the figure. More figures came running to him and attacked him from all sides. “This is so weird,” Aang thought to himself. He was easily defending and stunning the cloaked figures, but was growing a bit tired and gasped for air. Luckily, the figures ran away from him in a few minutes and left Aang alone in the streets of the Upper Ring. 

When Aang finished catching his breath, a familiar figure came from behind him and clapped his hands. It was the man who interviewed him in the tea shop.

“Impressive,” he said, “You’re hired. Now come with us.”

“Wait I-” Aang tried to speak, but a black limosine stopped where they were and they all huddled Aang to get inside the vehicle. Aang was seated between two of the men with suits, and the man who interviewed him sat in front of him and took out a can of the famous Cactus Juice.

“Are you guys the mafia?” Aang asked, feeling worried.

“Oh no, you got it all wrong,” the man laughed, “We are actually the security team of the famous singer songwriter Katara. You obviously know her, right?”

“I only heard a few songs by her,” Aang replied. “Why didn’t you guys mention that early?”

“If we were to reveal the reason why we are looking for extra security, the tea shop would’ve been a chaotic place,” said the man, “So we wanted to make the hiring as weird and mysterious as possible.”

Aang simply nodded, still feeling uneasy. “So… Where are we going mister…”

“Sokka,” replied the man. “You can call me Sokka. I am Katara’s older and awesome brother, and I am her manager. You said your name was Aang, right?”

“Yes, my name is Aang,” the young master replied. “You didn’t answer my question. Where are we going?”

“Oh! We are going to the recording studio, where Ms. Katara wishes to meet you,” said Sokka, “Do you want some Cactus Juice? It’s the quenchiest!” 

Aang politely declined the drink and stayed silent through the ride to the studio. When they got to the place, Aang was shocked to see the humongous building in front of him. It was about 40 stories and had a white, round, shape. They went into the building and took the elevator to the 34th floor. A white door in front of them had the words written on a sign that said “Do not disturb”, but Sokka simply knocked the door and was answered by a smaller lady with black hair tied up in a bun, dark glasses, and a black suit. 

“Toph, is Katara in there?” Sokka asked.

“What do you think, dumbass?” she asked sarcastically. “Of course she is in here! She says you’re late!”

Aang entered the room awkwardly and tried not making any noise. When they walked into the studio, a lean woman was standing looking at a large window that showed almost all of Ba Sing Se. She had wavy, dark brown, hair, and wore a short blue dress covered with a denim jacket and tall, white platforms. 

“You’re late, Sokka,” said the woman. “Did you find the new recruit?”

“Yes, Kat” said Sokka. “We found you another bodyguard. He is a martial arts master, a skilled fighter, and really nice!”

The woman turned around and revealed herself, and when Aang saw her, he felt like he was struck by lightning again. The singer was probably the most gorgeous woman he has ever seen. Her long, wavy hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her eyes were the color of the ocean, and you could even see the water reflected on them. Her lips were painted a light shade of red, but completed her face perfectly. Katara was absolutely stunning, and Aang could feel his heart skip multiple beats at the sight of her. 

“Hello,” she greeted nicely. “What is your name?”

“Uh… my name is Aang,” replied Aang, still bewildered by the artist’s beauty. “Nice to meet you, Katara.” 

Katara extended her hand and shook it. “It is also nice to meet you, Aang. Come here, let us talk.” Katara welcomed Aang into the room with the large window and offered him a seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off Katara, not just because of her beauty, but because there was something about her that he felt drawn to, an unspoken energy. 

“So, Aang,” Katara began. “Are you from Ba Sing Se?”

“Well… no,” replied Aang. “I am from the Air Islands, but moved here a few years ago.”

“Oh! That’s intriguing,” replied Katara, taking a sip of water, “I haven’t been to the Air Islands in a while. It’s such a lovely place to visit. The mountains are gorgeous to look at, and the temples are some of the most impressive architecture I’ve seen.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty nice place,” replied Aang, trying not to sound awkward. “So… how is this job going to work?”

“Oh! It’s fairly simple!” said Katara, grabbing a folder from the other side of the table. “Aang, you are going to be my personal bodyguard. You are going to be part of my personal team, which includes Toph, who is in charge of security, the three guards, Sokka, my manager, as well as many other people you will eventually meet. You are not just going to be working at the concerts, but also as a companion, a member of Team Katara.”

Aang nodded with too much enthusiasm and seized the folder from Katara’s hands before she could fully give it to him. He read all of the terms and conditions to his contrat, his salary, which would be very generous and three times his salary he got from the academy, and his schedules. He was technically going to be with Katara almost 24/7, but he did not mind, except for the fact that he would probably be very exhausted by the end of each day and each tour. 

Once Aang finished reading the terms and conditions, he signed the contrat and handed it to Katara, who gave it to Sokka. Katara stood up and shook Aang’s hand, welcoming him officially into the team. 

A few hours after getting to know the rest of Katara’s crew, he left the studio and was escorted by Toph through the elevator. 

“Tomorrow, you must be in this address by 9 AM,” she said, taking out a card. It had the address of a house in the Upper Ring, which he figured was Katara’s residency. “Also, Katara can be quite temperamental, so be careful about what you say.” Toph took out her glasses and handed the card to Aang. The master realized that the woman’s eyes were covered with a thick, grey, film. She was blind, which made Aang wonder how she was in charge of a whole security team, but of course, he didn’t mind.

“We will see you tomorrow, Aang,” she said as the elevator door shut behind her. Aang headed outside the studio and took the last train to the Middle Ring, filled with determination about his new job. 

***

The next morning, Aang headed to the address he was given last night. He got there at 8:55 AM, five minutes exactly before the time. The house he was sent to was a large, and impressive Earth Kingdom mansion. When he knocked the door, he was received by Toph, who welcomed him into the residence. 

“This is Katara’s residence,” said Toph. “You might be wondering why it is so large. The crew actually lives with here. She likes the company of people and loves interacting with the rest of the staff.”

Aang was impressed by the entire house and gawkwed at its design. The outside of the house had the style of many Ba Sing Se mansions, but the inside was decorated with objects from the Water Tribe. 

“Aang!” Katara exclaimed from the stairs. “You’re here! And just in time!”

Aang smiled at Katara’s warm welcome, and then Sokka came and began to explain the details of the day’s events. “Today, there is going to be a press conference about the upcoming album. It’s going to be up in the North of the Middle Ring. We are expecting a large amount of expectators and interviewers, so we will need to increase the security. Aang, you will be near the exit of the press room ready to escort Katara at any moment, and Toph will secure the perimeter with the guards and extra staff given to us. Is everything clear?”

Everyone nodded and then got in the vehicles from Katara’s garage to head to the press conference.When they got there, there were already many interviewers and reporters in the room. Aang got to his position and saw Toph with the rest of the guards securing the area. The conference began with questions about Katara’s upcoming album and about the upcoming tour. As the hours passed, the questions started getting more personal and Aang noticed Katara was feeling uneasy. 

A particular interviewer from the Earth Kingdom was pressing Katara on questions about a relationship she had with a famous activist named Jet in the past. Katara was visibly uncomfortable and tried everything to evade answering any details about their rupture, but the interviewer was still pressuring Katara. Sokka yelled at the man for being too invasive and did his best to go to the next question. The singer glanced at Aang with a call for help in her eyes. Aang understood the signal in a glimpse and escorted Katara out of the conference room. Sokka kept arguing with the reporters while Aang escorted Katara cradling her in his arms and covering her from the cameras of the paparazzi. When the door got shut behind them, Aang took her to the nearest empty room so she could calm down and shut the door. 

“Are you okay?” Aang asked with a tone of concern. “Would you like some water? Something to calm down?”

Before Katara could answer, she broke down in tears. Aang was not exactly sure what to do in that moment. He wanted to calm her down, but did not want to be too invasive since it was his first day working and barely knew Katara. 

Aang crouched and got closer to Katara, handing her a bottle of water so that she could drink it. She took the bottle and sipped on some of the water. There were heavy tears streaming down her eyes, which was making her makeup cascade on her cheeks. Aang decided to give her some tissues he had in his pocket so she could wipe her tears. 

“Thank you, Aang,” Katara whispered, calming down. “I always hate when they begin pressing so much on my personal life. Why do they need to take personal information from my relationships and make entertainment out of it? I cannot stand it!”

Aang stayed silent for a few moments, but then said: “Because they have nothing better to do. They just want to make profit out of the life of someone, and you have all the right to not answer any questions willingly.”

“I know, but it still annoys me,” said Katara. “You wouldn’t like it if the papers began publishing details about your last romantic relationship, right?”

Aang shook his head and stayed silent for a few moments, not sure of what to say to Katara. 

“Would you like me to tell Sokka to get the car so we can leave?” Aang asked, heading to the door.

“Wait!” Katara exclaimed, pulling Aang’s hand. “Can you please stay for a bit?” Aang’s heart skipped a few beats, but he turned back to the woman in front of him. When Aang faced the singer in front of him, he did not just see a music star, but a simple woman, who was showing emotion and needed comfort. 

Aang sat next to Katara and stayed close to her. Katara then turned around and wrapped her arms around Aang’s shoulders and cried some more. The young bodyguard did not know what to do and froze for a few moments, but decided to return the hug lightly and wrapped his long arms around her. Katara tightened her grip on his shoulders, searching for more security in Aang. A few minutes passed, and Katara’s cries seemed to ease, and her breathing came back to normal. 

“Thank you, Aang,” she cooed, looking at his silver grey eyes while holding his arms. Katara noticed the color in her bodyguard’s eyes and saw how pretty they were. The dark silver flakes made his eyes look like diamond jewelry and gave her a sense of security and comfort, a security she has been looking for years. 

A faint knock was heard from the door, and Katara turned around hoping it was not the paparazzi. 

“Kat?” Sokka called from the door. “Are you in there? The press left. We can go now.”

“You can come in, Sokka,” replied Katara. Sokka entered the room with caution approached the bodyguard and his sister with caution. 

“Are you okay?” Sokka asked. 

“Yes,” said Katara, following Sokka to the door. Then, she turned to Aang, stared sweetly into his eyes, and said: “Everything is better now.”

Aang felt his cheeks turn pink, and really hoped Katara or Sokka did not notice. He was starting to like his job a lot more, even if it had its stressful situations. Aang felt like he was going to enjoy his job, not because he worked for a famous singer, but because he cared for Katara. 

I am THIS 🤏 close to unpublishing The Way It Comes To Be from this vlog and AO3 and rewriting ALL of it.

Idk what to do now.

Woke up from the type of deep slumber that would put Smaug himself to shame to make this.

The Way It Comes To Be- Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: There are new and exciting things coming to the kingdom of Erebor.

Link on Ao3

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Thorin x Bilbo, Kili x Tauriel

Notes: This is a filler chapter since I literally did not have any ideas for this.

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Chapter 6: Reflections of the Kingdom

The rhythmic clang of hammer on metal echoed through the forges of Erebor, a sound that had become a comforting constant in Thorin Oakenshield's life. He stood by the great anvil, watching as the master blacksmiths shaped molten steel into blades and armor. The flickering light of the forge fires cast long shadows, giving the scene an almost ethereal glow.

Thorin found solace in the heart of the mountain, where the heat and noise drowned out his thoughts. Despite the recent triumphs and the impending coronation, his mind was a storm of worries. Leading his people back to their ancestral home had been just the beginning. Now came the arduous task of rebuilding and protecting it.

Lost in contemplation, Thorin absently fingered the edges of the newly forged shoulder blades, which were still hot from the forge. His thoughts drifted to all the events and the battles he has fought in his lifetime, the sacrifices made, and the friends lost along the way. He felt a pang of sorrow for those who had fallen, a weight that never seemed to lift, no matter how many victories he achieved.

The newly made shoulder blades gleamed with a polished sheen, their surfaces intricately crafted from a resilient blend of steel and iron. The metalwork showcased masterful craftsmanship, with detailed engravings running along the edges and a robust, yet elegant, design that promised both durability and aesthetic appeal. 

“Thorin?” called a rough voice from behind him. It was Dwalin, standing at the door of the forging room and looking at all the newly crafted armor. 

“Hey, Dwalin,” Thorin greeted, “What brings you here?”

“Dunno,” said Dwalin, “Curiosity, I suppose. I wanted to see what you were up to.”

Thorin chuckled, wiping his hands on a cloth and setting down his tools. “Well, as you can see, I’m keeping busy. These new shoulder blades need to be perfect.”

Dwalin approached the workbench, examining the gleaming pieces of armor with a discerning eye. “They look impressive. Strong, yet light. You’ve outdone yourself, Thorin.”

“Thank you,” Thorin replied, a note of pride in his voice. He glanced at Dwalin, noticing the thoughtful expression on his friend's face. “But I doubt you came all the way here just to admire my handiwork.”

Dwalin smiled, his rugged features softening. “Aye, there’s more to it than that. We just got news from the Blue Mountain Colonies. They heard about our recover of Erebor, and are wishing to come back. There is already one group on their way, and it is being led by your sister.”

Thorin's eyes perked up and his heart sunk. He hasn't seen his little sister in a long time. The last time they saw each other was before he left the Blue Mountains to go to Erebor. He was going to see the remainder of the family he had left, which made his heart fill with joy and nostalgia, and helped him relieve a small part of the stress he was enduring.

“Dis is coming?” Thorin vocalized, trying to wrap his head around the news. 

“Yes. We are expecting to receive soon with the rest of the clan,” responded Dwalin, “She must be eager to see her boys and you in one piece.”

Thorin's mind raced as he thought about his nephews, Fili and Kili, who were with him. The thought of reuniting with Dis brought a mixture of excitement and anxiety. "I can't believe it. How soon will they arrive?"

"A few weeks, perhaps," Dwalin estimated. "They’ve faced some delays on the road, but they are determined to reach us. Dis is eager to see how Erebor has flourished and to reunite with her family."

Thorin nodded, a wave of emotions washing over him. "This is great news, Dwalin. It will be a joyous occasion to have her here."

“Our mother is coming?” asked Fili in shock from the other side of the door. “When?!”

“She will arrive in a few weeks,” Dwalin responded. 

Kili grinned widely. "I can't believe it! It'll be so good to see her again."

Thorin smiled warmly at his nephews, feeling a sense of unity and hope that had been missing for so long. "Yes, it will be. We must make sure everything is ready for their arrival."

Dwalin nodded. "Aye, we'll give them the welcome they deserve. It's been too long since our people were together like this."

“Who is coming?” called Gloin from the door of the forging room.

“Our mother is coming to Erebor!” Fili exclaimed. 

“We haven’t seen her in ages! It’s going to be exciting!” Kili grinned.

“There is also another special person coming to Erebor,” said Dwalin with a tone of suspense. “Gloin, your wife and your son are coming with Dis.”

Gloin's eyes widened with joy. "My wife and Gimli?" He chuckled in shock and surprise. "I haven't seen them in months! My boy must be growing like a weed by now."

He thought about his beautiful wife, and his heart swelled with love and longing. Gimli, his son, would be bigger and stronger, and Gloin couldn't wait to see him.

The joy in the forging room was contagious. The rest of the Company, drawn by the noise and excitement, began to gather.

Balin approached with a warm smile. "It sounds like we have much to celebrate."

Dori, Nori, and Ori joined in, their faces shining with happiness. "Family reunions are the best," Dori said, clapping Gloin on the back.

Bofur grinned broadly. "We’ll make sure they get the grandest welcome!"

Even Bombur, who had been busy with the evening meal, waddled in with a broad smile. "I'll prepare a feast fit for kings!"

As they all chatted excitedly, Thorin felt a sense of completeness. For the first time in a long while, there was a future filled with hope and togetherness. He looked at his companions, his brothers in arms, and knew that Erebor would be filled with not riches, but with the laughter and love of family.

“What are we celebrating?” Bilbo asked as he walked into the forging room.

“Bilbo!” exclaimed Oin, “We're glad you're here!”

“Our families are going to be arriving in a few weeks!” said Gloin, still smiling from ear to ear.

“That's great news!” replied Bilbo, trying to sound happy. Deep inside however, he felt slightly jealous. Bilbo was not close to his extended family, but in that moment, he wished he was in the Shire. He missed its familiarity, comfort, its annoying neighbors, the parties, the food. He missed his home, and although he loved being with Thorin and the rest of the Compnay in Erebor, he didn’t exactly feel like he belonged there. 

“Thorin’s sister is coming,” Balin told Bilbo with excitement. “I think you are going to like her.”

“I didn’t know Thorin had a sister,” Bilbo replied curiously.

“Thorin actually had two younger siblings,” Balin whispered, leaning in closer. “Their names were Frerin and Dis. Frerin died in the Battle of Moria along with King Thror. It was a terrible loss for Thorin and the entire family.”

Bilbo's eyes widened with sympathy. “That must have been devastating for him.”

Balin nodded solemnly. “Aye, it was. Frerin was very dear to Thorin. They were close, like two peas in a pod. His death left a deep scar on Thorin’s heart.”

Bilbo frowned, his heart aching for Thorin. “I can’t imagine losing a sibling like that. And Dis? What happened to her?”

“Dis, the youngest of Thrain’s children, is still alive,” Balin continued. “She’s a remarkable woman—strong and resilient. She lost her husband in Moria, but she’s always been a pillar of strength for her family. She raised Fili and Kili with the same determination and courage.”

Bilbo's eyes widened with admiration. “She sounds incredible. Thorin must be very proud of her.”

Balin nodded, his expression softening with fondness. “Aye, he is. Dis has a spirit that is unbreakable. Even in the darkest times, she found a way to keep going. She never let hardships defeat her.”

Fili, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. “Our mother is the strongest person we know. She taught us to be brave and to never give up, no matter how difficult things get.”

Kili nodded in agreement. “She’s always been there for us, even when it seemed impossible. We owe everything to her.”

Thorin, who had been standing nearby, approached the group, his eyes shining with pride. “Dis has always been the heart of our family. Her strength kept us together when everything else was falling apart. Seeing her again will be a blessing for us all.”

Bilbo smiled warmly, feeling a sense of connection to the family. “I look forward to meeting her. She sounds like an amazing woman.”

Balin chuckled softly. “Oh, she is. And I have no doubt she’ll take a liking to you, Bilbo. Dis has a keen eye for good-hearted people.”

The dwarves kept talking in the forging room and began planning how they would welcome their families back into the kingdom. Their excitement was growing contagious as they imagined each little detail that would be part of the grand welcome. Suddenly, a large figure came into the forging room with loud steps. It was Gandalf. 

“I am terribly sorry to interrupt your little reunion,” Gandalf announced, “But, I need to speak to Thorin, privately.”

The room fell silent and Thorin walked outside the room with Gandalf. They walked down the majestic grey halls of the underground of the palace and made their way up to the Throne Room. 

“Do you need anything, Gandalf?” asked Thorin, not sure of what was happening. 

“I come here on behald of Thranduil,” said Gandalf, “He wants to know when you are willing to plant the tree in the borders.”

“He should come and ask me himself,” Thorin muttered sarcastically.

“I heard that, Your Majesty,” replied Gandalf with a small tone of irony. “Thranduil has gone to Mirkwood for a few days, which is why he has sent me to ask you. Listen, I know it is probably not easy to get along with a species you have loathed since the beginning of times, but you cannot let those prejudices astray you from maintaining peace and order, Thorin Oakenshield.”

“I am aware of that Gandalf,” replied Thorin, “But Thranduil is a particularly difficult elf to work with, considering that he turned his back on Erebor when-”

“Relying on old grudges is not going to be helpful either,” said Gandalf, “So, when are you willing to plant the tree in the borders? Bard said he is available in the afternoons.”

“Well… I guess we can do the planting one of these days in the afternoon,” said Thorin. 

“Perfect!” said Gandalf, “Thranduil will be back in exactly two days. The tree will be planted the day after his arrival, so please, do not forget of this matter. I will be waiting for you early in the morning at the gates of Erebor.” With that, Gandalf left the Throne Room, leaving Thorin alone to ponder on the event that would come soon. 

“Thorin? Is everything alright?” a voice called from afar. It was Bilbo, who was standing at the gates of the room.

“Hey, Bilbo,” Thorin smiled, happy to see his hobbit, “It was just Gandalf talking to me about the planting of the tree that is going to be in a few days.”

Bilbo nodded approvingly, “So my idea was taken into consideration, I see. I guess I am not bad at this diplomacy stuff.”

Thorin chuckled, the warmth of his laughter filling the room. “You have a knack for it, Bilbo. Your idea was not only considered but embraced. The tree will stand as a symbol of new beginnings and unity.”

Bilbo beamed with pride, his chest swelling with a sense of accomplishment. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s important to have something to remind us of what we’ve achieved together.”

Thorin's expression softened as he looked at Bilbo, admiration evident in his eyes. “You’ve done more for us than you realize, Bilbo. Your courage and wisdom have helped us rebuild not just our home, but our spirits.”

Bilbo straightened his shoulders, feeling a mix of gratitude and pride. “I am glad I could contribute something meaningful.”

Thorin reached out and gently took Bilbo's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “And for that, we are eternally grateful. You are a part of this family, Bilbo. Never forget that.”

Bilbo’s heart swelled with emotion as he looked at Thorin, the pride of his accomplishment shining in his eyes. “Thank you, Thorin. That means a lot to me.”

Thorin grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, does this newfound diplomacy mean you’ll be handling all our negotiations from now on?”

Bilbo laughed, playfully nudging Thorin’s arm. “Don’t push your luck, Your Majesty. I’m still getting used to this whole ‘important hobbit’ thing.”

“Oh, come on!” Thorin teased, “You’re practically a natural. Next, you’ll be leading our council meetings.”

Bilbo raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “And I suppose you’ll be taking up gardening in the Shire?”

Thorin chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll leave the gardening to you, Master Baggins, but I wouldn’t mind seeing you try to teach the dwarves a thing or two about hobbit cuisine.”

Bilbo laughed heartily, the sound filling the  Throne Room. “I think that might be a challenge even beyond my diplomatic skills.”

Thorin’s smile widened, his eyes twinkling with affection. “We’ll see about that. Though I still have faith in you, Bilbo.”

Bilbo’s heart warmed at Thorin’s words, and he gave a playful shrug. “Well, if anyone can manage it, it’s me, but don’t expect me to go easy on you, Your Majesty.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Master Burglar,” Thorin replied with a sly grin. “I’d be disappointed if you did.”

Bilbo smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to disappoint the great King Under the Mountain, but don’t think you can get away with slacking off just because I’m here.”

“Slacking off?” Thorin chuckled, pulling Bilbo into a warm embrace. “I’ll have you know, I’m always on my best behavior when you’re around.”

“Good,” Bilbo said with a teasing glint in his eye, “Because I’ll be watching you closely, Thorin.”

“And I’ll be enjoying every moment of it,” Thorin retorted, his voice filled with affectionate sarcasm.

They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their laughter and teasing echoing in the room. Both of them felt safe within each other, and have built a home in their relationship. Erebor was now like a second home for Bilbo, who now enjoyed it more by every day that passed by. 

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Notes: Chapter 7 is going to be posted tonight!

Where did Muriel even find that book