Of Dwarves and Hair ~ a Fem!Bilbo x Dwalin fic
Here it is, my first (finished) Fem!Bilbo!
I’m secretly (well, not anymore) in love with Fem!Bilbo and so I just had to write it. Also thanks to Ajir, of course, whose blog you should go visit because she’s awesome!
She has something on her head that looks more like a bird’s nest than it looks like actual hair and these dwarves - well, mainly Dwalin - don’t want her to cut it?
Let’s just say Bilba is not amused.
She’s never been quite attached to her hair.
Hard to control, no matter the length, quite average in color and if the air dares to be humid it will grow twice the size!
She usually wears it in a single braid anyway, to keep it from being in the way. But somewhere during their barrel-ride the tie had come undone.
Now, it is worse than just twice the size.
Bilba sits in front of the only fire place in Bard’s house, blanket wrapped around her tightly and sniffling like she’s got a cold – which she doesn’t, thank you very much.
It’s a tight fit as Bard’s house is small and she is both grateful for her spot in front of the fire as she is for the man letting them stay inside his house. Plus, his two daughters are delightful and very much a breath of fresh air after thirteen male dwarves.