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raisedinerebor · 1 year

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Temet Nosce

Chapter 7: Home

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An: A sneak peak into the next chapter that I totally haven't been slacking off on lol.

"Good Morning Mizim*." Fili sat next to you and handed you a cup of something warm. "Sleep well?" You blink. Tooth brush hanging from your lips.

Mizim? You nod. Spit out the toothpaste. It has little taste and came in a similar tin as your soap. You prayed you'd never mix the two.

"As well as to be expected." You tilted your head. Motioning with your brush as you asked. "What does that word mean? Mis-miz. Mizim?" You stuttered out. You look to him and you swore you caught a faint dust of pink on his cheeks. It was hard to tell with his beard.

"Oh. It's." He motions with his hand. "It's a Dwaven term. Khuzdul. It's a term for a friend?" His voice rose slightly at the end.

A friend?

You began to ask more about it until Dori called out to the two of you. Already handing out bowls to Thorin and Dwalin.

Breakfast was a thick porridge. Sweet with blueberries. Slowly. One by one the camp came to life. Each eating quickly before checking bags and the horses.

Since you had been one of the first to wake your things were ready to go. All you need to do was saddle Barley. So you offered to do the washing up.

That is how you got to have your first conversation with Bofur. The two of you were next to a small stream. Cleaning the used dishes with water heated over a small fire.

He told you about Bomber and Bifur. That Bomber was his brother and a brilliant architect. And his cousin Bifur who used to be a miner when Erebor was still a running kingdom. After everything the old dwarf tried to settled down. Instead creating toys and carvings for children.

Speaking of Bifur. "I've noticed something." You told Bofur. "About Bifur. He uses sign to speak?" Bofur rose a brow.

"Sign?" He asks. You take note of an accent in his voice.

You nodded. "Sign language? Speaking with your hands." You made one of the few gestures you knew. As you did this Bofurs eyes lit up in realization.

"Oh! You mean ishglimek*. Its our unspoken language. We also have Khuzdul." His face fell. His voice quiet. "Although. Anyone not a dwarf cannot learn it" Oh.

"Does Bifur sign in the common tongue then? If so I'd like to learn." You set a bowl to the side. "I'd hate not being able to speak with him. I wouldn't want him to feel like I don't like him." At this Bofur grew soft. He finished the last spoon before placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

"You would be one of the few to do so then lass. Most avoid him due to his injury. It doesn't help that he is unable to speak westron." He gave you shoulder a gentle pat them let his hand fall. "Although he can understand it. Speak with him. You'll find him to be a good Dwarf."

*Mizim: Jewel

*Ishglimek: Dwarven sign language

#the hobbit #fili #bofur #hobbit fanfiction #temet nosce

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raisedinerebor · 1 year

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Come Morning Light

Pairing: N/A

Reader type: N/A

Characters: Thorin. Fili. Kili. Bilbo.

Warnings: N/A

Song: Something in the Orange - Zach Bryan

An: Inspired by a tik tok from Sirnotsircosplay

"And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer."

Anna Akhmatova, from "And in the depths of music"; The Complete Poems: Vol. II (tr. by Judith Hemschemeyer)

"Thorin? Thorin!" A harsh cry. The call of eagles. Muted on his ears. He could still hear the battle. Metal on metal. The cry of battle. There was the crunch of snow. A pull of air. Silence on his tongue.

Azog had fallen. He knew this with more certainty than anything before in his long life. Thorin had fell the wretch with his sword. Felt the slide of metal through his body and into the ice below. Blood stained his hands. His clothes.

It has not been without sacrifice. His own wounds slowly pulling him into the halls of his father's. Never before had he been so worn. His body this heavy. Cradled in ice and snow.

Thorin could hear them now. His name whispered on their breath. He wondered if the halls of Malhal would warm him. Bring him the comfort he was so desperate for.

The cold was seeping in now. Wetting and freezing thick leather and armor. Thorin pulled a breath in. Wheezed as he tasted blood on his lips. He spoke a prayer for his nephew's then. For his company. For the brave Hobbit who followed them. He called to Durin, Aüle. His fallen family. To watch them. Keep them safe.

"Thorin!"

He was falling now. Loosing the warmth of the sun as it fell behind clouds. He wondered if he could rest now. Go peacefully as he knew his nephews were safe. Their home reclaimed. He gave them a home.

He is sorry he would not be there to help them lead. To greet his sister as she returns to Erebor.

He is sorry still for his burgler. To leave Bilbo is such a state. But he knew that his company would do right by him.

And still Thorin asked for forgiveness as Malhal pulled him into his halls.

There is no break in the snow fall. There is no stopping the battle as it rages on. There is nothing but his name on his lips. Desperate. Pleading. Praying. Calling to anything to not let him leave. Not yet. Not now.

Thorin has not moved since speaking his farewell to Bilbo. The Hobbit is unable to think. To speak. To do anything other than hold Thorin's gloved hand. His shoulders shaking from the force of his sobs.

It is Dwalin who finds him. Who mourns with him. It is Dwalin who holds Thorin's nephews. The two cry for their lost uncle. The man who was more akin to their father. The man who hell raised them. The man who gave them a home.

It is Fili who kneels next to Bilbo. Who takes both his and his uncle's in his own.

"He is gone." Fili's voice breaks. Cracks. He speaks the words more for himself than Bilbo. To speak it made it more real. Made it harsher on his breaking heart. The thought of his mother bows his shoulders. Already the weight of the world settling on them.

Thorin is home again. Not in Erebor. But the Blue Mountains. It is mid summer. The smell of sweet berries and sun warmed grass. His nephews are but pebbles. Two children toddling after one another. Their laughter is a song. High and bright like the the birds in the trees.

Something turns in Thorin's gut. Something was wrong. Misplaced. He turns his head to the sky. Bright and shining. He looks to his home. His sister is hanging clothes to dry.

"Dis?" He calls out. There is something foul on his lips. Thorin coughs. Sputters. Looks to his nephews once more.

They have grown. Sword and bow in hand. Kili shoots and arrow. It arcs. Spins. Hits against a straw man. Fili cheers his brother. A heavy hand in his shoulder.

The taste again on his lips.

He looked to Dis. Tunics and pants turned into leather and armor.

This was not home.

Summer turned to winter. Winter turned to battle.

His first breath is harsh. Hurts his chest. Freezes his lungs. Like breaking fresh ice on frozen ground. He breathes again. Haggard. Rough. It burns his throat.

Thorins first sight is not the healers tent. Not his family. His friends. But the sun cresting over the mountain.

Morning Light floods through the small opening of the large tent. He lifts his hand. Brushes it through the moats of light. His hand shakes. Trembles.

But it is warm. And he is awake. And he is warm.

Thorin smells smoke. The bite of herbs and medicine. There are furs enveloping him. He could cry now. Let loose every sorrow. Every worry he has felt leading up to this day. He could if he would just allow himself.

To let himself weep. To mourn all that was lost. All that he has done.

But the tears that fell were nothing near sadness and his nephews parted the tents opening. His smile so strong it hurt his cheeks.

His nephews all but flung themselfs onto him. And Thorin wept as he held them. Whispered his sorrys. Spoke all he would give them.

He wept still as his Burgler came in. Asked Bilbo for forgiveness even though he felt undeserving of it. And yet Bilbo gave it. Generous the Hobbit was. He hoped that generosity would stay still with all that Thorin would give him.

It was the morning light that Thorin first saw. The morning light that would bring the peace he so desperately needed.

#the hobbit #thorin #fili #kili #bilbo baggins

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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Part (2) Part (1), 한국어

#evankart #the hobbit fanart #rb #i dont have words to describe how this makes me feel #god the art the atmosphere #it is absolutely stunning

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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The Bear and The Lamb

Pairing: Beorn x reader (Platonic)

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Running with the wolves (Wolfwalkers version)- Aurora

Warnings: Reader injury.

An: A request from Wattpad. I'm also considering turning this into a mini series of oneshots if anyone is interested.

The world is a blur. Flying past you in streaks of green and brown as you ran. You urge your body to run faster. Willing each footfall to reach the earth sooner. To move you forward. To get away from them.

They are all around you. Baying and calling. Yelling for you in dark speech. Their laughter carries in the air.

Cold air fills your lungs. Throat burning as you pull in air. Gasping again and again as your body desperately tries to breathe. Your body shakes with every footfall. A jarring pain shooting from your feet to your hip with each step. The pain is a reminder of what's to come if you were to stop running.

It has felt like an eternity since this all began.

Another cursed yell has you choking on a sob. The Orcs seem to know as if they can feel the fear you so deeply felt.

You have no means to defend yourself. There is no shelter to seek. No aid in this peril you face.

The Valor has abandoned you.

You glide. Feet falling into a mush. Your world turns and you see the sky. Broken bits of blue between green tree tops. A broken curse leaves your lips. The ground had become slick this deep in the forest. Decaying mushrooms and wet leaves littering the ground.

The voices grow closer.

You get to your hands and knees. Clothes and skin caked in dirt and decaying things. You spit. Will your trembling body to move. To stand.

You barely make it up right before your legs are stolen from beneath you. Your head hits the ground hard enough to have you see flashing lights. Your breath leaves your lungs and you cry from it.

You sputter. Choke.

Oh gods. May they have mercy on you for you know that the Orcs will not.

It's face is grotesque as it hovers above you. The smell assaulting your nose before it's face. It's warg sniffs heavily as your chest. Thick drool wets your shirt. Teeth glide across cloth.

You shake. Cry. Tears spilling for all to see. The Orc grins showing blackened teeth against equally dark gums. It's speak is hollow. Holds nothing. Yet it seems to speak with a giddying joy. Akin to a child with a new toy.

You dread whatever cursed thing could have the Orc this joyful. Whatever it could be would surely end in your death. Or worse.

No one imprisoned by the Orcs came back the same. If they lived. Not even the Elves were saved from whatever plague the Orcs brought. As untouchable as the immortals seem.

You hear one of them fall to the ground. Twigs snapping beneath it's feet as it walks to you. A second head joins the first. This time closer. Lower to the ground more level to where you were at.

It pushes the hair from your face. It's sharp nails dance against your skin.

"A meal you will make tonight." The Orc spoke in its tongue. You wish you could understand. To be able to know fate the Gods have given you. The Orc pats your cheek. Grins and holds its hand out to revive something.

Something. You have to do something. You are to weak to move. Body held down by the wargs heavy paw. It's nails dog into your flesh. Razor sharp claws surely spill your blood on the fresh earth.

A flash catches in the scattered light. You look up. See the tops of pines sway in the wind.

You would not meet your ancestors because you were complacent. Because you refused to fight until the end.

You sucked in air between your teeth. Reached out for the dagger at the Orcs chest.

Your sudden movement left the Orc baffled. At the very least long enough for you to wrap you hand around the hand and jerk.

A scream tears through your chest. Thunders in your throat and echoes into the air.

The knife is buried to the hilt in the Orcs arm.

It yells. Curses. Pulls the blade from it's flesh.

Then plunges it into your own.

Noise. Baseless. No meaning. Leaves your lips.

Pain.

Your scream. Thrash. The Orc laughs as your breathing quickens. Becoming shorter and shorter with each pull in and out.

Pain.

The world darkens. Lights flash in your peripheral. Noises fall silent. Your body numbs. Succumbs to whatever is pulling you from the waking world.

There is yelling. Screaming. The roar of violent beasts.

Brown fur. Heavy legs. The scent of metal thick in the air.

A kind but worn face. Deep brown eyes. Rich as freshly turned earth. A voice. Deep and rumbling. Fingers on your cheek.

You are moving. Swaying high in the air. There is a heart beat in your ear. Rythmic and comforting. There is the smell of honey and woodsmoke before you fall asleep once more.

It was a struggle to keep them on this earth. Infection running rampant in their body. They have been delerious. Unaware of their surroundings. More than once he has had to lift them. Place them back I to bed. His bed.

The Bear in him wanted to go back. To finish what he had started. To further purdge his lands of Orcs. Of the filth that attacked you. Chased you. Hunted you.

Instead he took the time to heal you. Told the bear it is better to clean your wounds. Feed your shaking body good things of the earth. Healing things. He bathed you when it was necessary. To keep your wounds from becoming worse.

He clothed you in his shirt and you swam in it. It hung from your frame. But it must have brought some comfort. The sleeve of the shirt burried close to your nose.

It took a week for the fever to break. And another for the infection to leave your body.

Three days until you woke.

Your body is heavy when you wake. Cradled in warmth and woolen blankets. You groan. Swallow thickly. Trying to wet your dry mouth. Slowly you open your eyes. Blink against the dim light.

You were in a bed. Far bigger than any you have seen. The room was as equally large. The smell of woodsmoke and honey hung in the air.

You try to sit up. Stopped by a weight in your lap. You look down.

There was a lamb. It was resting until you moved. It's soft pink nose nudges your hand. You lift it. Rest your hand on the lambs head.

This was no Orc hold. It couldn't be. You had either fallen into the after life. One you would not mind so as long as the lamb was there. Or, by some miracle, the Valor had let you live.

"You are awake." You jumped. Cry out as pain rolls through you. There, in the threshold of the door. Stood the largest man you've ever met. Strong arms cross over a barreled chest.

You sink back. Pull the lamb into your arms. The man steps into the room. Kneels by the bed. Slowly he raises hand. Rests it against your cheek.

"Your fever has broke, Little Lamb. Come. Eat." The man helps you from the bed.

Your legs shook from beneath you. The lamb dancing around you sure on it's feet. When you look down you see that your clothes were different. A shirt, far to large in your frame, hung almost to the floor. Then there was the smell. The same scent of woodsmoke and honey.

When you step your knees buckle. You almost give way to the floor if it were not for the man catching you. He lifts you high into the air. Cradled in one arm close to his chest. Your face flushed and you could hear him chuckle from above you.

The lamb followed the two of you as the man walked through his home. He sat you down at the large table. It came just below your chin. You were lifted again and he places something down. Sits you upon it.

The table in now just below your chest.

He left. Disappearing behind a wall. You took that chance to admire his home. Drinking in the stunning carvings in the support beams. Marveling at just about everything. The cozy feel of a well lived in home. The large honey bees buzzing around your head.

You jumped when a large cup in placed before you. How had he done that without you hearing him?

"Eat Lamb. You must regain your strength. To much was lost in your healing." He sat. Drank from his own cup.

The drink was a sweet cream with it he gave you honeyed bread. It had nuts and some tart fruits. You ate until you felt close to bursting. The entire time the man watched you a tabacco pipe at his lips if he were not drinking.

You looked down to the crumbling bread in your hands. Set it onto a plate. Crumbled some on the table as a small white mouse came sniffing.

You looked to him. Heart pittering in your chest. "Why?" You spoke at last. "How?" You asked. How had this man saved you? Lost deep within the forest far away from your home. And why? What did you mean to him for him to help you?

His jaw clenched. As did the hand around his pipe. You were afraid for but a moment. His face growing soft as he saw your fear.

"I heard you Lamb. Heard your cries in my forest. Why?" He paused. "You are not the first the Orcs have chased for sport." He stood. Layed a hand on your shoulder. Engulfing it. It is then you see the heavy shackle around his wrist. And your heart aches.

"You will heal Little Lamb. And I will be there to help." He stood. Turned to leave. You hand shoots out. Lands around his wrist. Well. Sort of. Your hand to small and his wrist to big for you to even grasp halfway around it.

"Y/n. My name is Y/n." He smiled. Nodded.

"Beorn."

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #beorn #beorn x reader #the hobbit beorn

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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hairstyle fit for a king!

#rb #the hobbit #thorin #bilbo baggins

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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My King. My heart. My love.

Pairing:Thorin X Reader

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Wicked game- Ursine Vulpine ft Annaca & Middle of the night- Joel Sunny.

Warnings: Angst. Reader death. Blood.

An: Based off of this post. And sorry for the short length!

Tags: @middle-earth-imagines @fizzyxcustard

There is blood on your lips. It coats your tongue. Invades your lungs. It is all you can taste and smell. It is as powerful as the ringing in your ears. It overpowers the steady beat of your heart. It focuses you.

To protect him. Your king.

The sword in your hands grows heavier with every laboured breath. Your once graceful dance now haggard and ragged.

Azog was going to over power you.

Your sword arced in the air. A single fluid swing towards your enemy. Born of years of combat and gathered skill. Your sword crashes against Azogs. Metal strikes metal. He swings. Your feet move. Plant you before him.

You will not lose them.

The line of Durin will not fall.

You cry out. The sound agonizing as it rattles your chest. It fuels the flame in your blood. Sets molten fire in your veins.

You strike.

He parries.

He strikes.

You bounce it back. Drag the edge of your sword along his arm.

The Defiler cries out.

You blink. See double. Snowfall obscurs your sight.

The Pale Orc strikes.

You shoot forward.

Desperation fuels you.

Somewhere to you right Thorin lays unconscious. His nephews to far. To distant.

You sword lands.Slides smoothly into exposed flesh.

Pain.

Hot.

Ice.

Blood spills.

You push onwards. Some beggoten strength fuels you. Drives you forward. Aules prayer is on your lips. To end this. To protect them. Allow you to give your life so three may life.

The prayer rings loud and true.

The Pale Orc stumbles. You pull back. His body straightens. Eyes wide as his breath spills. Deep and heavy from his body.

You can't breathe.

Malhal.

You can't breathe.

You name echoes in the air. Desperation laces it. You can say nothing. Only watch as Azog falls. The Difiler will do no more harm.

As for you?

Your knees hit snow and ice. Red on white. You feel nothing. Hear nothing.

You have done your duty. Right? Protected the king with your last breath. Shielded him with body and sword. Followed your vows until the end.

You fell to your side. You look up. Desperate for something other than your fallen enemy.

The sky is grey. Heavy with clouds and thickly falling snow. It reminds you of your childhood. Days spent playing in the snow. The warmth of your families hearth. The joy. The fun.

That had been so long ago. Nearly two centuries has past. And here you were. Back at the place your life began. Erebor. Home.

"Y/n?" You are lifted into shaking arms. Oh you could weep.

"Thorin?" His name came out one syllable at a time. His hand is in your cheek brushing away the blood that has spilled.

You smile.

"What have you done?" Thorin's voice is cracking. Broken. It fades with you.

"I have protected you. My Uzabadê*." You see his lips move. Hear nothing. And still you smile.

"I am glad. That your face. Is the last I will see." You words slur. Blend.

It is then the tears fall. Thick and heavy. They muddle such pretty eyes. Eyes you have fallen into night after night.

Oh you have prayed to be in these arms. To be embraced as lovers do.

"No. Do not speak like that. Erebor. Our home. You." A sob tears through him. And you weep. Cry for him.

Your hand rises. Weakly. Trembling. You cradled his chin. Thorin falls into it. Your thumb brushes his lips. Oh how you wish he could have kissed you but once. To have been so full of him that you could burst.

Both of you knew how this will end. A lifetime of loss and ruin shared. It had been cruel at worst and unforgiving at best.

You could not decide what this would be.

"Please." His voice is hoarse."We must see it through." Your hand falls. You craves his warmth. Wish for one more night. Out there beneath the stars.

"You will. Uzfakuh*." It falls from your lips. And you mean it. Thorin truly had been the greatest gift in your life.

"Promise." You cough. Sputter. "Promise me. That you will. Live a full life." It is getting harder to hold you eyes open. Body becoming laden with every gasping breath.

Tired. Malhal you were tired.

"Keep the boys close. Your hearth warm. And your heart. Open." Thorin is unable to speak.

You can hear the call of his name in the distance. The sound muffled by the snow fall.

"Promise me. Thorin. Do not let your past define you." Your voice rasps. "Use the light. To brighten your dark." Thorin curls over you. Holds you close. Presses his lips to your hair.

"I promise. Malhal I promise." He pulls away. You catch his eye and smile. Happy to have him as your last image before leaving middle earth. To go into the halls of your creator.

With the last of your strength you pull the already falling beads from your hair. Press them into his hand.

"Men Lananubulkhsme, melhekhel."

Uzabadê: My King

Uzfakuh: My greatest joy.

Men Lananubulkhsme: I love you

Melhekhel: King of all kings.

#the hobbit #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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Reader: Hey Fili?

Fili: Yes Givishel?

Reader: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Fili: *Laughing.* Yes. I would.

Fili: I would make you a whole garden with your favorite flowers so you could live your worm life. And I would visit you everyday and make sure you had your favorite meals. Worm or otherwise.

Reader: *In tears. Voice cracking* I don't deserve you.

#the hobbit #fili #reader being reader #shitpost #do yall more more of these like.#in-between posts so i can stay semi active #or no?#fili x reader #filixreader

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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I have never been so excited for something to come in the mail!

It's by a perfume company called Hexennacht! There's also one called Smaug that I plan on getting in the future!

It's kinda like a root beer almost? If that makes sense. It reminds me of an old dance studio I went to when I was younger.

Here's the notes for it!

Middle Earth - chocolate, amber, nag champa, dark patchouli.

#the hobbit #perfume #Hexennacht perfume #lors this smells good #kinda like a chocaltey root beer.#its better than im describing lol

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raisedinerebor · 2 years

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Moments with Modern Reader.

Thorin: It is deep into the night. The two of you on watch. There's the smell of woodsmoke and pipe tobacco. The sound of owls and croaking frogs. You don't say much. Listen to the steady sound of Thorin's breathing. Watch the night stars.

It's at night it hits you the hardest. With no one to speak to or distract you. The heavy pangs of homesickness. It turns your guts. Makes you worry, sick.

"Y/n?" You heard Thorin rumble from beside you. Unlike the others he's still the only one to call you by your name. No nicknames. "You are going to hurt yourself if you continue to do that." He pulls your hands apart. The skin is red on the back of your non-dominant hand. When did you?

"Your mind is heavy." You look at him. And with burning ears you look away.

"I suppose." You tell him going back to looking out in the distance. You squint your eyes. Trying to make out something in the darkness.

"There is nothing out there." Thorin tells you. You scoff. Shake your head.

"And how can you tell?" Thorin chuckles.

"Dwarves have keener eyes in the dark than man." It is then you realize Thorin has most likely seen you every time you've made a face or stuck your tongue out at him.

Thorin brushes the back of his hand against your arm. "What ails you?" You say nothing. Shrug.

"It's nothing. Honestly." You tell him. And truly were you to burden him with these thoughts?He has enough on his plate.

Thorin's staring at you. Looking at you as if he were pulling you apart piece by piece. Smoke bellows from his lips. His eyes dart. Then, once again, he separates your hands. This time holding one in his.

It's comforting. You think. A grounding warmth. It's safe.

"It is something. If the mere thought of it makes you hurt yourself Givashith*." He turns your hand. Rubs his thumb across your knuckles. "So tell me. So that I may ease your mind."

You begin to pull in on yourself. Thorin says nothing. Only watched as you pulled his hand towards you. Fiddle with his rings. Twisting them around his fingers. You take a breath. Ground yourself.

"I miss home. That's all." Still you stare at his hand. Wait for a laugh. A mock surely. You miss home. He lost his. His people. Your family is still safe and.

"Relax. You are not being judged." He pulls his hand away. Wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer. He pauses. Waits to see if you'll move.

As if. It's comforting. The smell of him. Rich leather and tobacco smoke. His arm was heavy around you. You leaned closer. Resting your head on him. You felt Thorin tighten his hold around you.

Safe. It was safe here.

"I know that feeling. Missing home. You worry for your family. Your friends. It weighs on you. Pulls you down. The wondering if they are safe or not." You could feel the vibration in his chest as he speaks. Feel the tears in your eyes well. Threaten to spill.

"I would tell you not to worry if I knew it would do you good." Thorin exhaled smoke. Tamped out his pipe. "But I can assure you that you will be kept safe with us. We will find you a way home if we can. Search the ends of Middle Earth for what sent you here. To us." Thorin's head lowered and he brushed away the tears that fell.

"Until then. You will have a home always, in Erebor. Our home. You have helped my Company. I will help you. In this life and the next." The tears fell more freely. "You are apart of my Company. My people. And for as long as you remain, under my protection." He pulled you in. Held you tightly. "I do not say this nearly enough. But you are a gift sent to us. My little Khajimel*. A guiding star in these dark times. Stay. And I will give you a home."

* Givashith: Treasure that is young.

* Khajimel: Gift of all gifts.

Fili: The day had been long. Tiring. At the very least the group had gotten to bathe in the river. The cool water welcomed in the summer heat.

As you were washing you noticed the chipped paint on your nails. Most laid bare save for one or two stubborn blue blotches.

When you got back to camp you pulled your pack into your lap. Digging out a small bag stuffed with things from home you couldn't bear to part with. Out of it came your phone. Long dead. Car keys, chapstick. Mints which you stuck into your pocket. A lighter, a paper bound book and. There! Gods knew how it was still in one piece. Or how you still had it. But it was there. Half empty. But there. Your nail polish.

For the most part the group ignored you. Busy re-braiding their hair or stitching up holes in their clothes. So you left in peace to repaint your nails. A sense of normalcy you hadn't had in months.

Until it came to paint the nails of your dominant hand. You grumbled. Muttered curses.

"What are you doing?" Fili asked. Sitting across from you. You look up. Noticed most of his hair was still loose. Still damp from the river.

"Painting my nails?" More a question than an answer. You held your finished hand up. Fili took it in his. Studied your now blue nails.

"What is it?" He asked still holding your hand.

"It's nail polish? Do you not have that here?" You asked. Fili shook his head. Still holding your hand."Don't touch it!" You almost yelled. "You'll smudge it because it's not dry yet."

"Sorry." He told you. You gave a laugh and took back your hand. Picking the bottle back up to restart your other hand. Or were. Fili stopped you. Took the bottle.

"May I?" He asked. "Paint your nails. I mean." You face flushed. On one hand you didn't have to paint your other hand and mess it up. But also. Fili got to hold your hand.

Actually. That's not bad.

"Ya. Go ahead." Oh ya. Real smooth. Your voice squeaked when you said that. Fili smiles. Laughs. Blasted dwarf.

Fili took your hand in his . Pulled the brush from the bottle. His nose scrunches. "It smells weird." You shrug your shoulders.

"It goes away after the paint dries for a while." With little else to do Fili painted your nails.

It sends butterflies to your stomach. The way he was treating you. Softly. Gently. Careful not to turn your fingers too far. Made sure not to smudge the paint.

"There." He told you. All too soon it ended. "It's very pretty." His fingers brush your palm as he pulls away. "Almost as pretty as you." At that your faced burned. Feeling as if though you would combust you'd sputtered out a thank you.

For what you weren't sure.

Dwalin: You know. You were pretty sure that this was how you were gonna die.

Sure. You did have a part in The Battle of Five Armies. And maybe you did help Slayer Azog the Defiler. You certainly had the scars to show for it.

But this was Dwalin. The dwarf you were sure wanted you dead for most of the journey. It sure felt like it with all the quick lessons he would give you every time the Company rested.

He trained you as if each lesson could end in your death. In the end you learned it was because he cared for you. Worried about your safety as one the most inexperienced in the group.

It was because of his training you lived. Through Goblin Town in Mirkwood. Against the orcs and against Azog.

It was because if Dwalin you were able to keep the Durins' safe. And it was Dwalin you carried your battered body to the healers tent. It was him who stayed by your side until you woke.

It was because of that you were here now. A wooden training sword in hand. Weighted with led to mimic a real one. Dwalin across from you. Seeming like a towering giant at the end of the beanstalk.

Your breathing was heavy. Focused. You hung to every word he told you. Went through drills more familiar to you than the roads of your hometown. You knew it set his mind at ease. Always to keep you safe until he could come. It made your heart warm that he cares so deeply.

Dwalin cared for you like family. With it came an undying loyalty.

For the fifth time that day the wooden sword was knocked from your hands. For the first time you were able to move. A quick roll and a spring from your legs. An unseen pull of the short swords at your hips.

The smile in Dwalins face was nothing short of brilliant. His loud laugh and words of praise filled you with pride.

"Rest pebble." Both of you were breathing heavily. Clothing stuck to sweaty skin. "I'll go and get the water. Wait here." You did. Immediately sitting on the floor when he left as to catch your breath. A smile still at your lips. Both from success and Dwalins praise.

You found it funny he still called you pebble despite your age. An adult by the terms of man. Still a child in most dwarven eyes.

You heard the doors open and close to the training room. A group of young dwarves spilling in. Loudly to.

You stood moving away from the floor to give them space. Instead you sat on the bench that held the shedded outerwear of yours and Dwalins clothes.

You picked up the small silver circlet that marked you as the family of Durin. It was Thorins hands that made it.

It was made of a thin silver. There was only one gem and it rested on your brow. The metal wove around itself to your temples. There it stopped at two ravens on either side. Thier wings held open in flight.

It was precious to you. Not for what it was made of. But from who it came from and what it stood for.

You knew Dwalin was going to give you an earful later. You hadn't noticed that the same group of Dwarves came up to you.

"You're y/n. Right? The so called "Slayer of Azog "?" You cringed. Died a little bit on the inside. They laughed as if it were the funniest thing in the world.

It wasn't even the proper title.

"Depends on why you're asking." You told them. Every warning bell your body had to offer was going off. The group numbered three and we're trying to surround you on the bench.

Your stood. Placed the circlet on your brow purely out of habbit. The redheaded dwarf. The one who asked the question, screwed his face in disgust.

"We only wish to meet the person who our King holds in such. High regard." Lord almighty. He could have just said he wanted to spill your guts with the amount of venom he spilled on those words.

Slowly you turned yourself towards the exit.

"Were friends." Family actually. But they didn't need to know that. The red head laughed. Shouldered the other two.

"We also came to see your skill. Surely you must be a fine warrior to have fought alongside the kings and Prince's." At this the others snorted.

Ya well. That was mostly luck and enough spite at life to not die on anyone's terms but your own. And the fact you were kinda pissed Thorin left you behind. Understandable but still.

"I." You shook your head. "No thanks." At that the red head smiled. It made you sick just to see it.

"There isn't a choice here. You will show us. We can't have the king with a weak "friend" can we?" He spat out the word friend as if he had personal beef with it.

They came closer. You stepped back. Still they came. You found your body moving without you telling it to. Shifting and moving into a more defensive posture.

"I have nothing to prove to you, Nidoy*" His face curled into a snarl. Clear disdain for that name. You'd call him worse but then would come the conversation from Balin on how you knew more swears than actual conversation in Khuzdul.

You'd blame Dwalin of course.

"That's sad. Really. I'd hoped you would be more willing." He gets cut off. The moment he made a move to grab you you threw an open palm. Connected the heel of your hand to his nose. Listened to his wail and the crack of bone.

He fell to his knees. Face in hand. Blood spilled from between his fingers. A string of curses left his lips. He barked out something in Khuzdul too quickly for you to fully understand.

The other two gripped your arms. Held so tightly you knew there would be bruises deep within your skin. You swallowed thickly.

When was Dwalin coming back.

Your answer was soon. Very soon.

The red head was in his feet one moment. Coming at you with a fury rivaling Smaug's.

Then he was gone. A blurr of movement in front of you. A cry that rattled your chest.

Dwalin.

The two holding you left quickly. Scrambling out the door and leaving their companion behind.

Dwalin looked murderous. Speaking rapidly in his native tongue. The dwarfs now bloodied shirt was held in one hand. His feet just brushing the floor.

Shit.

"Dwalin!" You yelled. Lord's above you were not about to break that up physically. "Dwalin!" Louder this time. More desperate. Shit please. "Dwalin!" At last he turned. Gaze softening when his eyes landed on you.

"Y/n?" He spoke. You swallowed thickly. Watched as the dwarf tried to run. Dwalin jerked at his shirt. Practically snarling for him to stay out. "Are you hurt?" You shook your head.

"No. I'm not." Dwalin sighed heavily. Shoved the now trembling dwarf.

"Go boy. Get your friends." He leaned forward. Whispered something in his ear that had the dwarfs face drain of color.

He ran. Scrambled to the door.

Dwalin came to you. Turning your head side to side. Checking your hands. Your ribs. He stopped at your arms. Large bruises already forming against your skin. Dwalin ran his fingers over it.

"I am sorry. Pebble. For not coming sooner." You shook your head. Punched his chest.

"Don't be. You can't control what they did. Or even have known it would happen." You pulled away. Looked up at him. "Dwalin. I'm safe now. Besides. I got a good hit in at least." At this Dwalin roared with laughter. Pulled you close.

"Aye. You did. You did."

"Dwalin. You're kinda squishing me."

*Nidoy: Boy

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Temet Nosce

Chapter 5: Thorin. King under the mountain.

"I'll be good, I'll be good

And I'll love the world, like I should

Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good

For all of the times that I never could"

-Ill be good- Jaymes Young.

Bilbo's home was packed. The poor Hobbit was flustered as he ran to and fro. Fetching ales and refilling plates. Stung one way and the next.

Along with hiding his prized tomato's from more than one dwarf.

You tried to help but soon found it best if you stood off to the side. The majority of the dwarfs stood broader and taller than you Dave for one or two. And,quite frankly, you valued not being trampled over.

You took a drink from the ale you had been nursing for most of the night. It was almost empty and a pleasent buzz run through you. Yet still you found yourself wishing for something a bit stronger. This was a throng if nothing but men and it was leaving you a bit uneasy.

At one point you had spoken with Gandalf. Pulling him into one of the unesed rooms and asking him why he left you alone here. Where did he go? When was he going to tell you that wizards existed and when did he become on?

"Many questions. Some I must leave unanswered." He told you. "But, I left to speak with Thorin Oakenshield about your place on this quest." You shook your head at this.

"Gandalf. I'm nothing special. I'm not a warrior. I can't walk a straight path to save my life. I barely know anyone here! Let alone these wilds. It's nothing like home." You spun your ring. " Gandalf. I just want to go home."

Gandalf said little at this. And not wanting to let your rising frustration get to you. You left.

Right into two nosey dwarfs. Fili and Kili, right? Or was that one Kili and that one Fili?

"Ahh lass! Glad you could join us!" The brunette threw an arm over your shoulder. The smell of leather was heavy along with the weight of him. "Come! Eat! The food here is amazing." Your dragged off with little fanfare. Bilbo's worried eyes following you the entire time.

A plate is placed in front of you. Laden with chicken and potatoes. They boys sit you between them speaking loudly over the top of your head.

It was loud. Warm. The mingly smell of food and ale overwhelming. You sat back in your seat. Breathing slowly. Twisting the rings on your fingers as you glanced about.

"Are you alright?" You jumped. The words spoken lowly in your ear. It was the blond. His head close to yours. A soft smile at his lips. He gave a small laugh. "Lass?" He brushed the back of his fingers against your bicep.

You swallowed. Flustered at the closeness.

"S'loud is all." He gave a sympathetic smile. Grabbed at the large cup handed to him.

"I get that. These types of things have always been Kili's thing. Not mine." So the blond was Fili. F for fair hair. You could remember that.

"Hey? You listening?" Your face flushed.

"I'm sorry?" At that Fili gave a hearty laugh.

"I asked if you were going us in the quest? Gandalf and uncle mentioned something about a woman joining us." You huffed.

"My name's y/n." You paused. Fiddled with you ring. "I am. Gandalf. He. He promised me to help me find my way back home." Fili's face softens.

"A way home?" But was interupted by the table erupting into loud roar. Cups raised. Then silence.

Oh goodie. Drinking contest.

After what seemed like what was the loudest round of burping the group went back to eating. Every so often Fili would place food on your plate. Most of which his brother stole. Save for the blueberry tart. Which you smacked his hand and threatened him with a fork.

The group had a good laugh from that. More of the sweetest slowly heading your way.

At some point Fili had left your side. Retiring elsewhere on the house. You took the time to sit back in your seat and study the group.

They were merry and loud. A joyus group of people. And all of them seemed close. Family and friends. They helped one another two. Pointing things out. One looked to be deaf maybe? Or even mute. A rapid fire movement of fingers and motions with hands reminding you of sign language.

"Excuse me. But what should I down with my plate?" You pushed your chair back. Leaning in the legs to look down the hall. Watching as Dori? Ori? Held their plate out to Bilbo.

"Here ya go Ori. Give it to me." Fili took the plate instead. Then sent it sailing through the air to Kili who thankfully caught it.

The hatted dwarf down the table began a beat with forks and his feet. Sliding the metal utensils across the ones in front of him.

"Don't do that you'll blunt the knifes!" Bilbo reached out as the hatted Dwarf laughed.

"Oh! You hear that lads? He says we'll blunt the knifes!" With that phrase came what was the most terrifying way of cleaning up.

"Chip the glasses and crack the plates!

Blunt the knifes and bend the forks!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates-

Smash the bottles and burn the corks!"

You stood up. Ducking and dodging flying dishes. Trying desperately to get out of the way. Fili strode past you. A pile of plates taller than his head in each hand. He left with a turn and a wink sent your way.

"Cut the cloth and tread on the fat

Pour the milk on the pantry floor!

Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!

Splash the wine on every door!"

Although. You had to admit. They sung very well. A blend of baritone and tenor as lively as this crew.

"Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl;

Pound them up with a thumping pole;

And when you've finished; I fancy are whole;

Send them down the hall to role!

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

So, carefully! Carefully with the plates!"

The song ended in merry laughter. The mirth in the room contagious enough to have you smiling and laughing along.

The dishes were put away more quietly than they were washed. The table being cleared with the same amount of ease and silence.

"Some tea my dear?" One of the dwarfs held a cup out to you. Oh.

"I. Thank you?" You trailed off. Hoping to get a name. The dwarf smiled. Bowed at the waist.

"Dori. At your service." You smiled. Bowed your head.

"Y/n. At yours." You hoped that was the proper response. Having copied Bilbo and Dwalins conversation from earlier. Seemingly pleased, Dori nodded then carried on his way.

The house soon died down to relative silence. Some muttering here and there. Nothing more than background noise as they milled about.

Halfway through your cup of tea came a knock. Three heavy sounds that made all noise cease.

"He is here." You looked at Gandalf. Well. That sounded mildly frightening.

The group rose as one. Walked as one to the door. You stood to the side. Watched as Gandalf opened the round door.

The dwarfs face was shrouded until he turned. Stepping into the light of Bilbo's home.

"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice." He smiled at Kili while unclasping his cloak. Hanging it on a nearby peg. "I wouldn't have found it at all were it not for the mark on the door." With that came Bilbo who glanced at the door while he closed it.

"What mark? I had it painted a week ago." The doork closed.

Bilbo turned and found himself standing toes to boots with the dwarf. His dark hair fell in loose ringlets and waves past his shoulders. An equally dark beard cropped close to his chin. It made his eyes stand out. Along with the grey straking his temples.

"So. This is the burgler." He said it more as a statement than a quest. Rounding the Hobbit like a predator to prey. "He looks more like a grocer." Rude. He stopped. Looking down at Bilbo. Ever so slowly his head turned. Caught sight of you.

Your heart caught in your throat as he walked to you. Your hands shake slightly as you fiddled with your ring. His gaze softened as you looked up. His head tilting to the side as he took you in.

"So. This is the girl to be joining us." He rumbled. Out of habit you stuck your hand out.

"I'm Y/n." Mumbled more than spoke. Your mother would have your head if she could see you now. An amused smile played at his lips as he took your hand.

His hand covered yours. Rough with callouses as the two of you shook. His fingers trailed your palm as your hands fell.

"At your service, Y/n." He turned. Left. You felt rooted to the spot.

"This better not be a mistake, Gandalf. I will not have her blood on my hands." You caught his voice as the others trailed behind him.

You let loose a heavy breath. Locked eyes with a Bilbo and the both of you let out a nervous laugh.

The Dwarfs spoke of far off lands. Mountains heavy with gold. Ravens and their omens.

They spoke of Thorin. His father, Thrain. Of maps and keys and the dragon fire that followed it.

Both you and Bilbo were handed contracts. Balin, who sat beside you, was quietly going over it. Then there was Bofur who was scaring the soul out of Bilbo's body.

"And here it tells you about funeral expenses. How your family would be notified if such things occured." Your ears rang at this. Eyes following the world's that trailed his finger. They meant nothing in this moment.

"But I don't know where my family is." You whispered it. Just as Bilbo fell. As Balin was speaking of gold. Payment.

Balin paused. As did most of the table. Most were focused on Bilbo. Save Balin, Fili, and Thorin.

"Balin. My mom doesn't know where I am." His hand rested on your shoulder.

"That's the other part of the contract. Alive or." He stopped. "After the reclamation of Erebor. Successful or otherwise. We will help you find your family." He moved the contract in front of you. "And Dwarves don't go back on their word."

You eyes the pen and inkwell in front of you.

They reclaim their home. You help. You get to go back home. It seemed a good trade. Save for the dragon. Possible death and other unsavory things.

You grabbed the pen before your nerves could get them best of you. You first, middle, and last name on the dotted line.

Just like that you were apart of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield.

The night went on quietly. Some of the dwarfs came to you. Said thier names with a few curious questions here and there.

Then there was the song. Deep, rolling, and melancholic. It spoke of ruin and loss. Pain, sorrow. Things you were unable to fathom. All you knew was that it pulled your heart. Called to your soul.

You hoped. Prayed. They would be able to reclaim their home.

After this most turned to bed. A few of the older ones staying up. They let you be in the main room. A cup of warm tea in hand. Sat in an old rocking chair in front of the fire.

You watched it. Sparks flying as the logs shifted. Shadows dancing on the bricked floor in front of it. The faint smell of woodsmoke in the air.

Thorin entered the threshold. Caught from the corner of your eye. His head swiveled until he caught sight of you. He grabbed a wooded chair as he walked in. He said nothing as he sat across from you. His back to the fire. There was a pile in his hands. With it the sweet smell of pipe tobacco.

Thorin was silent still as he smoked. Back against the chair. One arm resting in his leg. He watched you as you shifted in your seat. Eyes darting from his. To the fire. Back again.

"We'll keep you safe. I would not be a Dwarf worth his honor if I did otherwise." Thorin broke the silence. You said nothing. Looked to him. The crackling fire. Breathed in the sweet smoke from Thorin's pipe.

"I don't want to be a burden." You spoke at last. "I don't need you to do something for me I can't pay back." A whisper. Throwing motioned with his pipe. Eyes going soft. A hand on your knee.

"Gandalf told me that you are far from home. And, but dwarven standards, far to young to be out on your own." He let out a flurry of smoke. "And I choose who to welcome in the group."

You took a drink of tea. Looked to Thorin. He sighed. Stood.

"You'll be no burded as long as you help. I know how it is to wish for home." Your vision blurred when he left. A million thoughts zinging through your mind.

Just what did you sign up for?

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I'm glad you think so! It's been a while since I've written for the Hobbit though!

I've come out of hiding to make a full length fic.

I'm sorry for being out of the loop for so long! Idk how many people are gonna see this. If any. But if you do I'll appreciate anyone reading this. I'll post two links. One for wattpad and the other for Ao3.

About: Fate is inevitable. Your life is dictated by the choices you make. Something so simple can turn it upside down. So, what is this? What would you call falling into a new world?

Tags: @fizzyxcustard Hope this is ok? I know it's been a while.

#rb #the hobbit #thorin #thorin's company x reader #fili #fili x reader #platonic thorin x reader #platonic kili x reader #found family

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Or lord I have some catching up to do! I'm excited to be able to read and re-read these!

MASTERLIST OF ALL FANFICTION AND MY OWN FANDOM RELATED WORKS.

**Please read when making a request**

SERIES’

A Rose at Twilight - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader - Soundtrack listing - Imagine your Thorin poster comes to life at night. (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (The Hobbit) No longer posting on Tumblr, please read here at AO3.

Monster - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader - Imagine Thorin physically transforming into a monster due to his greed for gold and your love is the only thing that can break the curse. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (The Hobbit)

Invited by Fate - blogger x fictional character inserts - Fate has called a ball and all the guests have until midnight to find their true loves. You all have a gold tattoo on your wrists, the name of your soul mate. (Part 1) (Part 2) (HUGE crossover of various fandoms)

Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Series 1) - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader - You find yourself in 1209AD after a science experiment has gone wrong, and you are now making a new life in a small village in France. However, Sir Raymond de Merville has his eye on you and will not take no for an answer. You both embark on a passionate love affair which leads to Raymond’s downfall. (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Pilgrimage 2017)

Just To Let Go - Richard Armitage x Fem!Reader - Imagine being terrified of falling in love with Richard. (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Real Person Fiction) – COMPLETE

Diary (Thorin Edition) - Thorin Oakenshield x Dwarf!Reader - Imagine Thorin finding your diary and reading it. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (The Hobbit)

Diary (Richard Edition) - Richard Armitage x Fem!Reader - Imagine Richard finding your diary. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part7) (Real Person Fiction)

Heir - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine telling Thorin, as he’s dying, that you’re pregnant with his child. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (The Hobbit)

Covert Eyes - requested by LinaSofia - Lucas North x OC - Soundtrack listing - Lucas becomes infatuated with Amy Holland, a local woman whom he begins seeing most mornings in a local coffee shop. He uses his covert surveillance knowledge to his advantage. (Spooks) - (PROLOGUE) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12) (Chapter 13) (Chapter 14) (Chapter 15) (Chapter 16)

Ultimatum - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader - You and Guy talk about your feelings and act on them. But you know Guy can be a better man away from Nottingham and cannot watch him fall more into a pit of atrocity. Will he choose you or the Sheriff. (Robin Hood) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5)

Betrayal - Lucas North x OC/Modern Raymond de Merville x OC - Lucas North is dating Amy Holland. But his cousin, Raymond de Merville, is in love with her after a one night stand only a month into her relationship with Lucas. Raymond now has leverage over Amy. (Spooks and Pilgrimage crossover) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7)

ONE SHOTS

Incubus (Halloween special) - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Based off thorns-maginificant-ass’ idea of ‘Imagine Thorin comes to you as an incubus. (The Hobbit)

Our Pledge - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader. Raymond is being forced to marry a wealthy nobleman’s daughter, but has already pledged himself to you. (Pilgrimage, 2017)

Mistake - Richard Armitage x Reader/Lee Pace x Fem!Reader. You miss Richard whilst he’s away filming and attempt to see solace in the arms of Lee Pace. (Real Person Fiction)

Proposal - Richard Armitage x Fem!Reader. You break up with Richard, but get the shock of your life when he asks you a very important question. (Real Person Fiction)

Playing Dress Up - Richard Armitage x Fem!Reader. Imagine having sex with Richard in full Thorin costume. (Real Person Fiction)

Dead End - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine Thorin finding you and talking you out of taking your own life. (The Hobbit)

Domination - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine the sex with Thorin after you admitted to him you like being dominated. (The Hobbit)

Pest - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine finding a niffler raiding the gold stores of Erebor. (The Hobbit/Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them)

More Than Enough - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. You have been married to Thorin for two years, and slowly you have fallen into depression, feeling unworthy of Thorin’s love and your position as Queen. But when Thorin notices how distant you are, it is apparent that you really are more than enough for him. (The Hobbit)

Caught - Thorin Oakenshield x Reader. Imagine catching Thorin masturbating and whispering your name. (The Hobbit)

Lucidity - Thorin Oakenshield x fem!Reader. Imagine you and Thorin are married. He suffers from Dragon Sickness and imprisons you, becoming suspicious of you. After gaining lucidity, he wishes to divorce you to save you from more pain. (The Hobbit)

Etiquette - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader. Imagine Raymond has time travelled to 2018 and you must teach him etiquette and manners. (Pilgrimage, 2017)

I Will Be Beside You - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader/Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader. Imagine you think Thorin detests you. In fact, he is madly in love with you and his own personal reasons for keeping away. (The Hobbit)

Thoughts Of You - (Part 2) Richard Armitage x OFC, Richard Armitage x fem!Reader. Imagine Richard is in a loveless relationship and can’t stop thinking about you. (Real Person Fiction)

Roses and Candlelight - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Imagine you tell Thorin about Valentine’s Day and he then uses that to show you his true feelings and intentions. (The Hobbit)

Through Your Eyes - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Thorin is incredibly jealous of Bofur’s advances towards you, even if only light-hearted. He then asks you what you see when you look at him. (The Hobbit)

Misunderstanding - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Thorin notices that you have been more distant recently, spending a lot of time away from him and he notices that you shy away when in the company of a male Dwarf called Hodel. He begins to have suspicions that you are being unfaithful and confronts you. (The Hobbit)

Chickpea - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. You find an abandoned baby raven and take him in to look after. (The Hobbit)

Too Close - Getting Close (part 2) - Ray Levine x Fem!Reader (friendship). You are becoming a little close to Ray and want more than what he is willing to give. (Stay Close)

Ask Me In The Morning - Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader - you have spent the night with Guy and your father has turned on you out of pure anger, thus revealing a secret of Guy’s past. Earlier parts can be read from my prompt list and are linked in the summary. (BBC Robin Hood)

Touch-Starved - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader - you and Thorin share a brief moment together after he tells you that has never been touched by a woman before. (The Hobbit)

A New Dawn - Francis Dolarhyde x Fem!Reader - You and Francis are on the run after he has murdered your abusive boyfriend. Is his love for you becoming requited? (Hannibal)

REQUESTS

Always Her, Never Me - requested by nowiloveandwilllove - Richard Armitage x Fem!Reader. Your popular and likeable friend has their eyes set on Richard. (Real person fiction)

Hard To Please - requested by hobbitlover23 - No formal pairing; reader insert. From ‘Imagine trying to find a song Thorin likes from your iTunes library.” (The Hobbit)

What We Both Want - requested by nowiloveandwilllove - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Thorin and you are married; he wants children and you don’t. (The Hobbit)

A First of Many Things - requested by jumpingmanatee - Richard Armitage x Fem!Reader. You are in a car accident and also pregnant with Richard’s child. You and the baby, delivered early, are both in ICU whilst Richard looks on.

Mahal’s Miracle - requested by jumpingmanatee - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. You have died in childbirth and Thorin holds your newborn baby in his arms. But Mahal brings you back to life. (The Hobbit)

Breathless - requested by multiple readers - Richard Armitage x Fem!Reader. Acting as a sequel to a prompt request. Yours and Richard’s friendship has taken a serious turn after you admit to leading a man on who you have met over Tinder. (Real person fiction)

More Than A Whisper - requested by multiple readers - Demon!Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Acting as a sequel to a prompt request. Thorin is a demon, having damned his soul to be with you. As he gains more power, he is able to pass into the physical realm, but at what cost? (The Hobbit AU)

Under the Mistletoe - requested by anon - Richard Armitage x fem!Reader. From the imagine “Imagine Richard admitting he loves you but you are adamant he’s joking and he winds up blowing up at you through your stubbornness and accusing him of being a liar.” (Real person fiction) And The Strike of Midnight (part 2 to Under the Mistletoe)

Something Borrowed - requested by dabisburntnut - Modern!John Thornton x Fem!Reader. It’s your eldest sister’s wedding and you’ve been invited and ask John to go as your guest. (North and South AU)

Unhappy, Unholy Matrimony - requested by multiple readers - Thorin Oakenshield x FemDwarf!Reader. Imagine you and Thorin are in love with each other but both in unhappy marriages to other people. (The Hobbit)

As You Are - requested by multiple readers - Thorin Oakenshield x PlusSize!Fem!Reader. Thorin notices you not eating as much as usual and questions you about it, only to find that you are ashamed of your weight and appearance. (The Hobbit)

Mine to Own - requested by Asgardianhobbit98 - Raymond de Merville x Fem!Reader - Sequel to prompt requested by Lathalea - You are to be married to Raymond (an arranged marriage), and Raymond finds you after you flee your village. Can you come to any kind of agreement with your husband-to-be and will you ever find any kind of peace about your marriage? Part 3 (Pilgrimage)

In the Shadows - requested by I-did-not-mean-to - Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader. Sequel to prompt. Thorin has attacked you during a night terror episode, and now cannot bring himself to be around you through sheer guilt. (The Hobbit)

CHALLENGES

Fingering by Thorin - challenged by Alae-Megallen

Tattered Box with Legolas - challenged by Alae-Megallen

End of a relationship with Bilbo - challenged by Alae-Megallen

Khal Drogo and Sternum - challenged by Alae-Megallen

Lyn’s Writing Event - challenged by dabisburntnut and hosted all through May 2020

Lathalea and Fizzyxcustard’s Armitage Summer Splash challenge - hosted through June 2022.

IMAGE PROMPTS

Richard Armitage ‘waiting’ - requested by Purplerain85

Richard Armitage ‘another man’ Part 2 - requested by Thophil2941btw

GOT VAMPIRE?! (Characters as vampires)

The Dream Walker - Dr. Scott White x Fem!Reader (Sleepwalker)

SEAQUEST DSV/2032 FICS:

The Right Thing - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader (One shot)

Fear and Loathing - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader (sequel to The Right Thing. Chaptered fic) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11) (Chapter 12)

Not So Nice - seaQuest DSV fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader(-ish)

Avoidance - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader

Sweet Dreams - seaQuest 2032 fandom - Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader

REQUESTED PROMPTS

HEADCANON REQUESTS

MOODBOARDS

IMAGINES

TO-DO LIST/UPCOMING WORKS

WORKS FROM MY OLD BLOG (FIZZY-CUSTARD)

Imagine it is yours and Thorin’s wedding night and you assumed he was sexually experienced but he’s a virgin. (The Hobbit)

Raymond de Merville x Reader request - Raymond is infuriated and appalled at your un-ladylike ways as you are a member of the French royal family. Requested by thorins-magnificent-ass (Pilgrimage)

Dating Richard Armitage would include head canon (Real person fiction; Richard Armitage)

Raymond de Merville prompt request - You sneak into Raymond’s quarters at nightfall (Pilgrimage)

Raymond de Merville ‘you’re a terrible cook’ prompt request (Pilgrimage)

Richard Armitage prompts - You and Richard are in a hotel together, and Richard makes an admission when he thinks you’re asleep (Real person fiction; Richard Armitage)

Imagine you are to be married off to another man but are having a secret love affair with Guy (Robin Hood; Guy of Gisborne)

Imagine Thorin pushing you away because he believes he’s too old for you (The Hobbit)

Imagine going on an undercover mission with John Porter; you are in a secret relationship (Strike Back)

Imagine that you think your body is disgusting, but Thorin reassures you that he loves it. (The Hobbit)

Courting Thorin would include head canon (The Hobbit)

Courting Fili would include head canon (The Hobbit)

‘Is that my shirt?’ Richard Armitage prompt request (Real person fiction; Richard Armitage)

Imagine Thorin goes to a prostitute to try and get over his frustration of loving you, but can’t bring himself to be intimate with anyone else (The Hobbit)

Imagine you are the one who gives Raymond his scar (Pilgrimage)

Various sentence prompts for Raymond de Merville x Reader (Pilgrimage - requested by deepestfirefun)

‘You can’t leave yet’ prompt request for Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by sweeticedtea)

Various sentence prompts for turning down Richard’s marriage proposal request (Real person fiction; Richard Armitage)

‘You’re trembling’ prompt for Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by pixiedurango)

Courting Kili would include head canon (The Hobbit)

Kiss prompt for Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by imusicfreak)

Kiss prompt for Thorin (The Hobbit)

Courting Dwalin would include (The Hobbit)

Various sentence prompts for Richard (Real person fiction - requested by deepestfirefun)

Various sentence prompts for modern!Raymond de Merville (Pilgrimage - requested by nowiloveandwilllove)

‘Why do I even bother’ prompt for Raymond (Pilgrimage - requested by tendersquishyjaime)

The word ‘coffee’ and John Porter (Strike Back)

The word ‘devil’ and Thorin (The Hobbit - requested by deepestfirefun)

#masterlist #thorin oakenshield #rb #fizzyxcustard

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