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20 February 2014 @ 12:15 am
Tiny Hobbit Crack Ficlet?  
Vaguely inspired by today's comment_fic theme of 'weapons', but I've been meaning to do this one for a while. Um. Apologies in advance?

Title: On Omelettes
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: The Hobbit (movieverse)
Characters/Pairings: Bilbo, Bombur, Dwalin, Ori, Balin, Thorin's Company, assorted Tooks. Bilbo & Bombur, Balin & Dwalin.
Summary: Bilbo interrupts an argument between Bombur and Dwalin to explain the hobbit approach to ancestral weaponry, and the insanity of more or less the entire Took line. Or, why frying pans are a hobbit's weapon of choice
Wordcount: 898
Warnings/Notes: CRACK, violence, some innuendo
Disclaimer: Not mine

On Omelettes

"I'm telling you," Bombur was saying earnestly to Ori, sitting to one side of the campfire with the scribe apparently hanging off his every word. "If it's bludgeoning you want, there's nothing beats a good weight of a frying pan. A good, cast iron skillet with an arm behind it will stave an orc's skull in no problem."

Across the fire from them, Dwalin snorted. "Aye," he agreed, with some amusement. "Or the lad could go and get himself an actual weapon. Like a hammer, since he didn't prove too bad with mine. Or failing that, at least a good pickaxe like your brother's, or a rockcrusher like his brother's." He chuckled grimly. "No need to be messing up the cookpots, aye?"

Bombur glared, shifting a little as his spine stiffened in affront, and for a second Ori, caught in the middle, looked between them in alarm, his brothers stirring warily in their turn. Then an unexpected voice piped up, sleepy and thoughtful, and the dwarves turned as one to look at Bilbo, perched next to the fire and smiling slightly in Bombur's direction.

"Oh, I don't know," he said, with an odd little twinkle in his eye. "I think Bombur's got the right of it. After all, you can't cook breakfast in a hammer the morning after killing someone, can you? Seems an awful waste of space to have to carry two things when a frying pan will do both jobs just as well." He paused, and noted idly: "Though naturally you'd have to wash it properly in between. You don't want blood in your omelettes. Or not orc's blood, at least. Nasty stuff. Doesn't taste at all right."

There was a small pause, as several questions presented themselves to several people, and they took a minute to decide which ones they wanted to risk asking. After a minute, though, Ori took both his courage and his curiosity in hand, and asked:

"Er. What sort of blood does taste right, then?"

Bilbo grinned, his teeth bright and white around a borrowed pipe-stem, and several dwarves abruptly remembered a certain conversation between a hobbit and some trolls, and for the first time thought to wonder why a stressed Bilbo should have sounded so very knowledgeable about the correct way to cook recalcitrant dwarves.

"Ah, well," the hobbit murmured cheerfully. "I'm not a connoisseur, you understand, but I remember when I was a young lad, my aunt Mirabella used to make us wolfsblood omelettes for second breakfast in the big, sixteen-mouth skillet. They didn't have real wolfsblood in, of course, not fresh, but she used to say that you could still taste the stuff off the iron." He smiled distantly. "She'd killed two white wolves with it, you see. During the Fell Winter? Stove their skulls in, just like Bombur says. Said she never could get the stains out properly, so there was always just a taste of the blood in the eggs. We loved it, of course. I suppose you're always a little bloodthirsty when you're a wee thing."

He looked up, to find a ring of expressions around him ranging from enthralled to appalled, while Bombur, Dori and, bizarrely, Balin were simply nodding sagely along. Dwalin side-eyed his brother with a half alarmed expression, as if he didn't quite dare to ask, before the warrior dwarf turned back to Bilbo.

"She ... sounds like a quite the lass," he noted, with a weird half-gleam in his eyes that had Bilbo squinting suspiciously at him for a moment. But he nodded cheerfully enough after a minute, grinning with familial pride.

"She is," he agreed. "There's going to be a right war over who inherits that skillet, when the time comes. It's a bit banged up, of course. There's still a dent in the bottom from the wolf's skull. It used to gather up the eggs a treat, that dent. And it's ragged around the rim where the old handle snapped off. Left it buried the third wolf's throat, according to my uncle. He had it replaced for her, proper dwarven work and everything. She used to ... she used to tell my mother that there's no point having a husband if he can't even put a handle on your frying pan for you." He paused, frowning slightly. "I'm not sure if that means what I used to think it meant, now that I think about it ..."

There was a choked splutter from across the fire, and several of the younger dwarves stared in startled alarm as Glóin and Balin came down with sudden coughing fits, pressing their knuckles into their beards, and Óin simply forewent subtlety altogether and cackled outright. Dori pressed his lips together against his smile, while a look of vague horror slowly dawned on Thorin's face, and everyone else looked frankly confused.

Except for Bilbo, and Bombur, and Dwalin, who had other matters on their minds. Grinning at each other in the firelight, simultaneous mischief and the genuine appreciation of true craftsmen in their respective fields, they shared a moment of complete understanding with each other.

"Now that," said Bombur with all due reverence, as he patted lightly at the handle of his own frying pan and nodded appreciatively at Bilbo, "that would be an ancestral weapon."

And for all his earlier skepticism, Dwalin nodded a fervent, cheerful agreement.

"Aye," he said. "Aye, it would at that."


A/N: I did try to look up some Baggins/Took genealogy for this. Originally I was going to have that frying pan belong to Adamanta Took (nee Chubb), wife of Old Took, but I figured she'd probably be too old and/or dead during the Fell Winter? I went with Mirabella in the end because Belladonna is noted to be one of Old Took's three remarkable daughters, so I'm assuming her sisters got some awesome going on as well. Plus, she married a Brandybuck and was Merry's great-grandma, which is a suggestive line when it comes to badassery and/or insanity. Heh.
 
 
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jedibuttercup: gandalf readsjedibuttercup on February 20th, 2014 07:06 am (UTC)
Made me smile.
icarus_chained: Mischieficarus_chained on February 20th, 2014 05:08 pm (UTC)
*smiles back* I'm glad. Thank you!
dreamy_dragon73: Thorindreamy_dragon73 on February 20th, 2014 10:51 pm (UTC)
Here via hobbitfilmfic

This is lovely, funny and clever. I love the different reactions to Bilbo's story.
icarus_chained: Flighticarus_chained on February 21st, 2014 12:14 am (UTC)
*smiles, bows* Glad you enjoyed!
greek_jester: Joustinggreek_jester on February 21st, 2014 06:28 pm (UTC)
How is it that your crack ficlets hang together better than most people's serious fics?

You've now got me curious about what those three remarkable daughters got up to.
icarus_chained: Mushishiicarus_chained on February 21st, 2014 08:26 pm (UTC)
*grins* It's an exercise in making the implausible plausible, or at least funny enough that nobody minds. Heh. And yes, you do wonder about Old Took's daughters. His entire family, really. Almost all the crazy adventurous hobbits in the Shire at the end of the Third Age were related to him by blood (Mirabella was also Frodo's grandma, which I'd forgotten, Belladonna was Bilbo's mother, and Pippin was his great-grandson), with the exception of Sam.

Glad you enjoyed!
sapphyre_myst: Aurorasapphyre_myst on February 22nd, 2014 04:55 am (UTC)
That was good. I shouldn't have been drinking when I read it since I have to clean the keyboard off but I liked it.
icarus_chained: Mischieficarus_chained on February 22nd, 2014 05:00 pm (UTC)
*smiles* My apologies for your keyboard, and thank you!
Kira: :D - Deadpoolkira_k on February 23rd, 2014 01:14 pm (UTC)
*grins* Oh, Bilbo, you are always my favourite.
Love this, I could probably quote back the whole thing but just his matter-of-factness about liking blood and being deadpan. *terrible terrible pun,sorry!*


icarus_chained: Mischieficarus_chained on February 23rd, 2014 01:49 pm (UTC)
*grins* Bilbo's fairly awesome alright. Heh. Glad you enjoyed!
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