paranoidfridge:french-unicorn:paranoidfridge: “Thorin gives Bilbo his crown” in angsty or not so ang
paranoidfridge:french-unicorn:paranoidfridge: “Thorin gives Bilbo his crown” in angsty or not so angsty (crowning his consort)“You are the best! XDDDIt is the anniversary of the Battle of the Five Armies, and the night when their marriage is made public. Their vows they spoke long ago under ill omens; rich in gold but lacking in flowers, and once the Goldsickness cleared they knew not how to proceed. But among confusion and injury they have found each other again, and even if the battle has changed them, their feelings have not.Bilbo had been the one to hesitate. A hobbit at the side of their King, he had said, will the dwarves of Erebor accept that? Will that not weaken your position? Thorin had said “No. You are a friend of all dwarves, a hero of Durin’s folk, and no one should ever doubt your place in Erebor. Your place at my side – I will crown Consort under the Mountain, if you agree.”That was nearly a year ago. Today, Thorin’s eyes are fixed on Bilbo, and Bilbo cannot look away himself. Once he felt odd in the heavy fur coat, wearing gold and gemstones, but tonight it feels right. The many eyes watching them have faded into the background, and it feels as if an inaudible melody carried them along. Thorin’s eyes glow with warmth and affection, and when Balin’s voice falls silent, Thorin steps forward. “Bilbo Baggins,” he says and lifts the crown and Bilbo’s eyes widen in surprise, “When we spoke our vows I promised you we would share in everything.”The black and golden crown bearing the raven glows in the hall’s golden light - this is not one of the smaller crowns Bilbo has seen in the treasury, not one of the plainer crowns Thorin wears for his day to day duties. Tonight, Thorin himself wears no crown and the crown he offers to Bilbo is his own: the great raven crown of Erebor.“From tonight on, you will share my kingdom,” Thorin exhales, and he is now close enough for his breath to tickle Bilbo’s skin; to see the loving spark in his eye and it washes away all apprehension Bilbo ever felt even as the weight of the crown settles on his head, “As my consort.”Leaving the crown reverently on Bilbo’s hair, Thorin’s hands slides lower, lingering on the skin of Bilbo’s cheeks. Bilbo sees the indecision in Thorin’s eyes, the unspoken question. So he smiles brightly and hopes Thorin understands.And he must, for he breaks all protocol as he closes the distance, draws Bilbo onto tiptoes before tilting his head down and pressing their lips together. Bilbo hears a cheer rise from the crowd, before his world dissipates in a swirl of warmth and pure, untainted happiness. His heart flutters in his chest; and his own hands reach up to grasp Thorin, deepening their kiss. Then they step apart, flustered and reddened, and turn to face the already celebrating crowd. The cheers grow louder still, and Bilbo realizes that even if one day there will be dwarves criticizing his position, or reminding him that he is not a dwarf – it is already worth it.All the difficulties, all the troubles they have faced and overcome – in this moment that Thorin holds his hand, and they turn to a kingdom that is celebrating and joyful and so hopeful, Bilbo’s heart wants to burst with happiness. -- source link