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  1. Rec 30

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    When Bilbo suffers an injury, Thorin imagines the worst.

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    20 Mar 2013

  2. Rec 11

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    The fact that Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thráin, son of Thrór, King Under the Mountain, is at the mercy of and so caught up in love more powerful than a tidal wave for a little hobbit of The Shire's gentle rolling hills is something that continually amazes Bilbo Baggins. Thorin is passion to his very core. How Bilbo has managed to capture him so is beyond him.

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    10 Mar 2013

  3. Rec 20

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    He's never given much thought to his scars, except as signs of his strength, his ability to survive when his people needed him the most. All of that has changed though, since taking Bilbo to his bed.

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    5 Mar 2013

  4. Rec 90

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    Smaug is dead, and the North is peaceful and prosperous once more. One harsh winter, Thorin offers the men of Dale shelter in the mountain; all goes well until a deadly epidemic breaks out among the humans.

    Dwarves are immune. Hobbits aren't.

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    2 Mar 2013

  5. Rec *

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    Bilbo felt exhilarated, like flying on an eagle without the fear of falling. It was more than the thrill of a tremendously good jig, or kissing cheeks with Daisy Cotton behind the Party Tree – more than stealing down a long dark tunnel to cross verbal swords with a dragon. Bigger than fear, warmer than sneaking unseen through goblin-tunnels with the aid of a magic ring, was this thing between them now, a handful of coals cradled close against the winter wind. Something precious, something lasting, if only they could take good care of it.

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    4 Jan 2013