Starting a New Story

Hello my lovelies! 

Hope this story goes as well as planned. Still working on a lot of other things right now, but looking forward to having more free time to get a lot of work done on this story and my others.

As mentioned in the description, I will be consulting with my ever amazing sister, vampireyaoiloverfl , so updates for this story will be slightly delayed. I’m looking forward to making this something special for you my lovelies, since I’ve been slacking for a while. 

Sorry :( not the best at keeping up with updates :( 

As always,

Love y’all!

SquishyVampire

The fateful meeting (Bilbo’s POV)

It was late afternoon when Gandalf first showed up at my door, telling me that sometimes everyone needed an adventure to complete their lives. I decided that I didn’t need an adventure in my life, so I went about my day, until early nightfall, when there was a loud resounding knock at my door. Yelling that no one was home, the knock came once again. Figuring that it was a relative here to bother me, I decided to open the door, telling whoever was behind it that I didn’t want anything and that nothing was going on. To see these two…dwarves…at my door, made me a little apprehensive. 

I was scared of these dwarves, the two quickly turned into eleven, and the food quickly disappeared as soon as I put it on the table. The wine and ale disappeared quickly as well, leaving my stores completely empty. Staring at my empty store-room, one dwarf asked me what he should do with his dishes, which sparked random chaos, and singing. Dishes were thrown all over the place, being bounced off random surfaces, and silverware was thrown across multiple rooms. Everything had me on edge, till they were finally finished and my dishes sat on the table, cleaner than when I had sat them out. Gandalf chuckled right before there was a resounding KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK on the door. I heard one of the dwarves say ‘That’ll be him.’ and I made my way to open the door for what I prayed would be our last visitor of the night. 

And there he stood. The dwarf that would be leading our pack stood before me, looking weary after a long adventure. Gandalf invited him inside my little hole, which started to feel a little claustrophobic after the leader showed up. I couldn’t breath after he ahanded me his coat, and started asking me what I could do. I responded that I couldn’t do any of the things he asked, and he responded that I was weak and pointless to this expedition. I think Gandalf said his name was something like Thorin, but I wasn’t entirely paying attention at the time. I was too engrossed in what he was wearing and barely was able to respond to the rapid fire questions. 

Thorin pushed his way past me, knocking me slightly into the wall behind me, making his way to the kitchen where everyone else was gathered for whatever meeting they were having. He was but a few inches taller than me, but he weighed twice as much as I did, with his furs and small amount of armour that he was wearing. The only true thought that was running through my mind was how beautiful he looked, even though he had acted like an arse towards me. 

I made whatever little food was left for Thorin, and after placing it in front of him, he devoured it, without a thanks or anything. I felt hurt by this action, but I knew that if I felt this hurt, I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on the meeting these dwarves were having with Gandalf. They were discussing something along the lines of getting their home back, but having to face some sort of creature to get it back. Then Gandalf stood up with some massive shadow showing up behind him. I was scared for a moment, before he sat down, and thrusted a contract into my face. 

They discussed the little details, but the one thing that caught my attention was the death/incineration/decimation part. I immediately asked what they meant by that, and one dwarf explained what that meant. Death by a Fire Drake. The menace that kept them from regaining their homeland for the past 60 years, forcing them to travel to a new land, finding work along the way. I felt bad for the things they had to do, but finding out what they wanted me to do…I couldn’t handle that. I promptly didn’t feel well, started walking then passed out.

I’m not sure what happened after I passed out, but the next thing I knew, I was waking up in my armchair covered with a blanket, the contract left on the table before me, waiting for me to sign it. I picked it up, then remembered something Gandalf said to me earlier the previous day, about taking an adventure. I hurriedly ran to pack a bag grab my coat, and a walking stick, before rushing out the door, barely answering the questions from the other hobbits on my way out of the Shire, to wherever the dwarves had taken off to. 

I was ready for whatever adventure laid ahead of me with these dwarves. Especially with the dwarf named Thorin Oakenshield. 

Let me know what you think of this one guys :) I’ll only work on it if there are people interested, otherwise it’ll just sit here waiting for attention from the author. Thanks as always! Love y’all!

SquishyVampire

The Beginning of the Adventure (Thorin’s POV)

I was actually sad to know that the little hobbit wouldn’t be joining us on our journey to regain my homeland from the fire drake that stole it. Gandalf had told us to go ahead, that he would leave the contract behind for him in case he decided to join us when he woke up from his spill. 

We had been traveling for an hour when I suddenly heard someone crying out for us to stop. My heart started beating against my furs, I thought it would beat out of my chest. The little hobbit had decided to join us after all. The moment he let me into his home, I couldn’t believe that this little thing that had no sort of weapons experience was going to help us. But I had fallen for him, and I prayed that he said no to our offer because I didn’t want him to get hurt because of my stupidity to want my home back after 60 years of being away from it. 

My head and my heart weren’t in sync with each other at the moment he told Gandalf he had signed the contract, so I just simply ordered the boys to give him a pony, that we needed to be on our way, get as far as we could before night fall. Once we started back on our path, the coin flew around the men, those that had made a bet on whether the hobbit would join us or whether he would stay behind. Gandalf had even made a bet, which seemed to sadden the hobbit a bit, slightly breaking my heart. 

As night fell, we had covered significant distance, making camp in the woods. It was around dinner time and the men were starving. After asking a few dwarves to make dinner, I set everyone else up to their tasks, and went off to take care of my own business. I couldn’t stand being near the hobbit for much longer without something either happening or me saying something that I shouldn’t be saying. A few minute later, after cleaning up the evidence of what I had done, I heard a loud commotion and saw Fili and Kili running towards the group saying that Bilbo had gone off to see what the source of a weird light in the distance was. My nephews, being the idiots that they were, let him go alone after running away like the cowards they are. 

After smacking them upside their heads, I gathered everyone and started making my way towards the direction that Bibo went. After hearing the conversation that was taking place, I knew right then and there that we would have to intervene soon, or he would surely die. 

Hey y’all!! Welcome to another new addition to the new story :) Hope y’all enjoy this one, seeing as how things are starting to get harder to Thorin ;) Maybe things might start heating up for the two sooner than expected?? Who knows?!? But until then, I’ll keep working on my other two stories till I can decide how fast this one should move along. Till then, 

Love y’all!!

SquishyVampire

The Invitation (Bilbo’s POV)

It was after the horrid encounter with the trolls that led us onto the next leg of our voyage. As we made our way, we discovered a path that led towards a cave, hidden back into a mountain side. After making sure the area was safe for us, Gandalf set back off on whatever task he needed to take care of, leaving us to make a fire, tie up the horses and prepare what little food we still had left. 

After eating, the dwarves were telling stories about their time in the Lonely Mountain, the fire creating a cascading effect over their faces, making the stories seem more real in some strange way. When Balin was telling a story about Thorin’s Grandfather as the King, I looked towards Thorin, noticing the stiffness in his back and the way his stance changed as the story continued. I was starting to feel a little uneasy as the story progressed, even though it was about their lives, I felt as if I was living in this story. 

Thorin eventually answered the burning question that I had dared to ask, saying that he had severely injured Azog the Defiler, who then ran away, and possibly died of the inflicted wounds. I felt even worse that I had bothered to ask that question, but I knew if I hadn’t, then I would eventually be asking it when the wrong time came. I could see the anger in his eyes, but I could also see the underlying pain and fear in them as well. I slowly rose from my place near the cave wall, taking a few tentative steps towards Thorin before outright walking up to him and sitting next to him. 

‘What can I do for you, little hobbit?’ The way he asked me, sent shivers up my spine. I knew I was attracted to him, but I had yet to discover how deep this attraction went. I asked for him to follow me, away from the group. He was reluctant, but eventually he stood up and followed me towards the forest, just far enough away from the group that they couldn’t see us, but we could see them. I knew in that moment what I wanted to do to him, to know how deep my attraction went. 

When we reached a safe distance, I turned around and found Thorin less than a few inches from me. Apparently he hadn’t noticed that I had stopped and nearly collided with me. After apologising, I leaned up and kissed him. I was terrified to say the least, but I felt him respond shortly after I initiated the kiss with him. I moaned into his mouth, only to have his hands find my back ad push me closer to his body. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was kissing Thorin Oakenshield and he was kissing me back! What next? Making out, or even something else I’ve never experienced before…SEX. 

‘I know what you are thinking little one, what shall we do next? I’m open for whatever you would like to do, or even experience, my little one. Just ask and you shall receive.’

I think I have officially died and gone to visit Valor…

I can’t think…

So…I’m honestly trying to decide if I want to keep writing. I spend too much time trying to worry about everything else going on in my life to try and keep up with my stories. I was wondering if y’all could let me know which of my stories you would like to see continued. I will NOT be working on the father/son story since it’s already been completed. I don’t think I can keep up with my work schedule, the craziness my like is going through right now and my stories. I will be starting school soon as well which will also take up more of my writing time. This is why I’m trying to limit my writing to just one story till it’s been completed. 

Please comment the story you would like to see continued, thanks y’all

SquishyVampire