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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.

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Notes: I wish gay people existed.

I am catching another infection and I swear that I will kms or sm.

So sick of this shit (pun intended)

Yes! I am going to translate By Any Other Name by @rowansparrow @rowansparrow-writing into Spanish.  I’m SO excited for it. The first chapter will be posted on Thursday October 28, 2021. See you then!

El título de la obra traducida sera Por cualquier otro nombre

Hello Ro, my name is Lux, and I have a request that mainly has to do with all of By Any Other Name. Firstly I want to say that it was amazing and I loved it. You did an amazing job. I was rereading BAON just yesterday, and it occurred to me that I could translate it into Spanish. I am from Bolivia, and my first language is Spanish. I'd really like to translate it so Spanish speakers who don't know English or anyone who'd like to read it in Spanish have the chance to enjoy the story. I want to ask if you give me permission to translate it into Spanish and publish that translation on Archive and Tumblr. Of course, if you authorize this request, I will give you credit.

Maybe in the future, I could also translate What Blooms in Thunder, but of course, only if you let me.

Thank you, and have a good day,

-Lux P.S. I don't know if the last message sent because something happened with my internet connexion, so let me know if you received two of these from me

Hi Lux!!

Thank you so much for this ask! I’m really honored that you want to do this for my work. As long as you:

1.) credit my AO3, my main blog (@rowansparrow) and my side blog (@rowansparrow-writing)

2.) Link my original By Any Other Name Master list to the translation posts on Tumblr and the translated version on AO3

Then I am totally fine with the translation. Thank you so much for asking permission, and I am glad my work will reach a larger audience. Please feel free to DM me with questions or concerns in the meantime, I look forward to working with you. :)

Also, please be sure to send me the posts/links once you start translating so I can be sure to reblog them and add them to my master list as well, that way they are accessible to more people.

WHAT WAS ALL THAT

I'M LITERALLY SOBBING. THERE ARE TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY EYES.

What Blooms in Thunder: Chapter Ten

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Summary: The trio reunites with a person from your past, and you meet some new allies - and new enemies. In the past, Gol’Chek confronts his future.

Chapter Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Pregnancy mention, discussions of pregnancy, violence, gore, lots and lots of angst, you’re going to cry a lot babes. Gol’Chek is once again unhinged.

Ships: Captain Rex x Female!Reader,  Lieutenant Rose x Female!Reader, other ships tbd.

Tags: #What Blooms in Thunder #WBIT

Word Count: 13.5k (I’m sorry these chapters have been so fucking long omg)

A/N: I changed the Bad Batch’s design (Echo’s in particular) because I think the animated designs for them are terrible lmao.  Also Hunter has curls because I said so. Have some Dad!Rose and Dad!Rex content you didn’t know you needed. Have some Unwell!Gol’Chek to make you cry.

If I missed anything in the warnings/tags that you feel should be included, please let me know.

Thank you @djarrex for beta-reading!

Tag List Form. Series Master List

Reblogs are SO appreciated!

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RAHHHHHH HADESTOWN MENTION 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ WHAT THE FUCK IS A BAD MUSICAL🗣🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️

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¡Hola! Al fin volví a Tumblr. Desaparecí por un tiempo por problemas de salud mental y mis otras actividades, pero ahora se vuelve con todo. Durante el mes de febrero, terminaré de traducir los capítulos restantes de Por Cualquier Otro Nombre (By Any OtherName), escrita por @rowansparrow @rowansparrow-writing, y lo más probable es que en Marzo, empezaré a traducir What Blooms in Thunder al español (si es que Rowan lo permite).

Además, ¡Esperen el capítulo 4 de Por Cualquier Otro Nombre mañana las 9 PM EST!

-Lux <3

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Hello! I finally came back to Tumblr. I disappeared for some time because of mental health issues and my other activities, but now I'm coming back with everything. During the month of February, I will finish translating the remaining chapters of By Any Other Name, written by @rowansparrow @rowansparrow-writing, and in March, I will probably start translating What Blooms in Thunder (if Rowan allows it).

Also, expect chapter 4 of Por Cualquier Otro Nombre tomorrow at 9 PM EST!

-Lux <3

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

everyone's asleep, time to post my controversial opinion: thorin is awful with babies, he loves them but they do NOT love him back lmao

I added a Seamoon playlist to the Crk section. Go check it out!

LUX'S PLAYLIST MADNESS- MASTERLIST

Hi everyone, as some of you know, I LOVE making playlists about everything. Therefore, I am honored to share some playlists I made for some of my favorite ships and well... yeah

Take your pick

★¸.•☆•.¸★ STAR WARS ★⡀.•☆•.★

Obitine playlist

Reylo playlist

Stormpilot playlist

Anidala playlist

Hanleia playlist

Kalluzeb playlist

★¸.•☆•.¸★ ATLA/TLOK ★⡀.•☆•.★

Kataang playlist

Korrasami playlist

★¸.•☆•.¸★ LORD OF THE RINGS ★⡀.•☆•.★

Samfro playlist

Thilbo playlist

★¸.•☆•.¸★ GOOD OMENS ★⡀.•☆•.★

Aziracrow playlist

★¸.•☆•.¸★ SPOP ★⡀.•☆•.★

Catradora playlist

★¸.•☆•.¸★ CRK ★⡀.•☆•.★

Purelily playlist

★¸.•☆•.¸★ HARRY POTTER ★⡀.•☆•.★

Seamoon playlist

Wolfstar playlist

Grindeldore playlist

★¸.•☆•.¸★ KOTLC ★⡀.•☆•.★

Sokeefe playlist

Sophitz playlist

·.★·.·´¯`·.·★ PJO ★·.·´¯`·.·★.·

Percabeth playlist

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DISCLAIMER:

1. I was a huge Reylo fan in the past (it was the pandemic and I was chronically online), but honestly, the playlist I made for them slaps

2. I used to ship Sophitz (up until Legacy) but this playlist still slaps tbh. Also, I love Sokeefe now, and they are the absolute best.

They are so cute together I literally CANNOT

AHHHH

Sleeping in the hay and kisses <3