#13daysofspookywritingevent

[red-riding]

Sleeping Prince?: Potion Prompt

Im so excited! This is the first day of the 13 days of spooky writing event created by @dumbassunderthemountain​. The prompt for today was potion so I took inspiration from that plus the tale of sleeping beauty with a twist. I tried to switch the classic gender roles in the fairytale and remove all the creepy issues with consent the story deals with. I hope y'all don't mind all the Thranduil content I have been doing lately, Im not sure what's up with that. Just feel inspired ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You worked as a personal made to Prince Thranduil of Mirkwood. Your job was hard, but it payed well and helped you support your family. Your favorite and least favorite part of the job was the prince himself. On one hand, you found his presence enchanting and on the other it stung your heart to be around him. You see you fell in love with the prince, despite knowing it was impossible to be loved back. You were a commoner after all, and he was royalty. Despite this fact the prince and you shared many conversations together while you were cleaning his room. Everyone of these conversations made you just fall deeper and deeper in love with Thranduil; Little did you know the same was happening to him. 

On one particular night, you and many other servants were serving dinner for the royal family. You listened to King Orphoer and his wife argue back and fourth about potential royal matches for their son. You could see Thranduil zoning of as his parents rambled on about eligible princes of other elven kingdoms. It hurt you to listen but you kept a stone face as you poured the queen a glass of wine. Another servant did the same for the king and prince. Too busy with arguing the King and Queen did not take a spit of wine, however the bored prince did, hoping to realize some of his stresses. 

A minute too late a guard frantically rushed into the dinning room interrupting the king and queens squabble. 

“What is the meaning of this sudden interruption!” The King barked at the guard.

“My King forgive me, But I had no choice! The wine is poisoned. An enemy the kingdom tainted the wine with a potion!” The guard panted out.

“Poison, find who did this so I can-” Oropher roared only to be cut off by a thump caused by Thranduil fainting back into his chair causing it to sway backwards and tip over. 

The queen immediately rushed to her son along with myself and other servants to help bring the chair back up and try to wake the prince.

“My son, he drank the wine. Is he dead? Please someone save him” The queen pleaded tears forming in her eyes. 

“N-no, miss. Based off what we could figure out its an extremely powerful sleeping potion.. with only one known cure.” The guard nervously elaborated, with worry lacing his voice.

“What is the cure, we must find it as soon as possible” The king demanded.

“It’s umm, not physically tangible.. you see the cure is true loves kiss.” The guard nervously explained.

A Look of shock and panic passed over the kings face at this. We all knew why. Thranduil did not have a true love, how would we save him. 

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With no possible way to wake their son the king and queen kept him asleep in his bedroom, hoping that a miracle would happen to wake their son.  Despite the prince now being asleep for a month at this point you were still employed to clean his room everyday; ridding it of any dust that may have formed. 

You could not quite say what overcame you whenever you where in there, but it felt as if a supernatural force, a spirt perhaps was pushing you towards the slumbering prince. Maybe it was the spirt of the sleeping prince. You normally never obeyed the pull, but today either your will was weaker or the spirt was stronger.

You let yourself be pulled to stand besides the bed the prince laid on. As you looked down at the face you had grown to love and missed a thought what whispered into your mind; Kiss him. It felt almost as if the same spirt dragging you towards the price planted that thought into your mind. You thought the idea over, no one would ever know if you did and maybe, just maybe it would wake him. The idea of you a peasant being his love seems absurd but you could hope you were wrong. 

Giving into the spirts request you leaned down to place a soft kiss onto the sleeping princes lips with a pink face. When your lips touched his it felt as if sparks formed. You pulled away, hopeful eyes watching the prince. After about a minute and Thranduil showing no sighs of waking you gave up and returned to your chores. 

You began dusting off a wardrobe only to hear a groan and ruffling of sheets behind you. You looked behind you to be overwhelmed with shock and happiness; Thranduil had woken up. You ran to the prince and hugged him, not caring if you would be punished or possibly killed. 

Thranduil chucked as he wrapped his arms around you. “Took you long enough, I thought you would never kiss me.” Thranduil teased being his usual playful self as if nothing happened. 

“Took me long enough- wait! You were the spirt I kept feeling.” You exclaimed. Thranduil nodded his head a grin on his face. “Does that mean.. you love me?” You asked putting the pieces together. Thranduil nodded his head again watching you with amused eyes as you starred at him in shock.

“I think since you took so long, you owe me another kiss  would’t you say.” The prince teased causing your cheeks to be tainted pink. Before you could think of a response Thranduil pulled you into a love filled kiss. 

Soon you both pulled away In need of air both flaunting love sick grins. “Now can we get some water? You have no idea how thirsty I am, I mean its been a month.” Thranduil joked. 

“Sure. lets just hope there is no potion in it this time.” You joked while giggling. 

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[elles-writing]

MASTERLIST

Rules

- you can request a scenario you want me to write, but except:

NSFW, description of r*pe, heavy abuse in any way

- I write character x reader stories

- make sure that what you are requesting is clear & be polite and patient please

- I write for The Hobbit/LOTR, Narnia - mainly Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Harry Potter (The Marauders era mainly - Sirius, James, Remus)

Below you can find all my works💛

L O T R

l e g o l a s

secret love (legolas x fem!reader) - series (2 parts), fluff

-  You are Tauriel’s younger sister and fall in love with the elven prince and he with you. Your sister and his father find out after a few years, but he can’t banish you.

part one

part two

f r o d o

fears (platonic frodo x fem!reader)

- Imagine being the ring beare instead of Frodo and he comforts you after the ring gets destroyed. (requested)

h a l d i r

getting to know Haldir would include... - requested by anon

T H E  H O B B I T

lovely - Fili/Kili/Thorin x fem!reader

s m a u g

Dragon Heart

teaser

one old room & shiny things - pt. 1

rumours - pt. 2

old friends - pt. 3

strange thief & stars - pt. 4

looking behind - pt. 5

t a u r i e l

Dating both Kili and Tauriel would include

not so subtle (tauriel x fem!reader)

forehead kisses (platonic tauriel x fem!elf!reader)

random tauriel headcanons

daughter moments - tauriel x daughter!reader, requested by @imagines4everyone

t h r a n d u i l

holding on (thranduil x fem!elf!reader) - requested by @jadewestwriter

part one

part two

getting to know Thranduil would include... - requested by anon

l i n d i r

princess of rivendell (lindir x fem!reader)

butterflies (lindir x fem!reader)

part one

part two

b a i n

clear sky - requested by Megan

b o f u r

father's hen - requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt

t h o r i n

dragon sickness

- fanart by @grunid 💙

k i l i

kili x half-elf half-human reader would include... - requested by anon

strange behaviour

just the way you are

little secret - requested by @just-a-dreamer23

daughter moments - requested by @imagines4everyone

an apple - requested by anon

nyctophobia

kili with barista s/o would include

snow day

flowers for a girl

the sounds of home - requested by

broken

- Imagine thinking Kili loves Tauriel only for him to love you back.

when the worlds collide (kili x fem!reader) - series (? parts), 

- Some characters from The Hobbit end up in your house in modern world, and you have to find a way how to get them back to Middle-Earth.

tags: @moony-artnstuff @whenputtingpentopaper @kumqu4t @slytherinambitious

masterlist

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

imagine you and kili arguing (kili x fem!reader) - oneshot (chat)

late night dinner

part one

part two

late night baking

- inspired by 'Chocolate chips' by @legolasoftherings

Dating both Kili and Tauriel would include

f i l i

sweet baking (fili x fem!reader) - gift for @guardianofrivendell

enchanted - (fili x fem!reader) - cinderella au, gift for @guardianofrivendell

a book - (fili x reader) - requested by anon

dad - fili x single mom!reader - requested by anon

t h e  c o m p a n y

once there was a hobbit (the company x reader) - series (? parts),

- You ending up in Middle-Earth and going on the quest with the Company.

part one

part two

h e a d c a n o n s

Fili and Kili having a crush/girlfriend shorter then them would include - requested by anon

LOTR characters while taking an exams

TH/LOTR characters on Tumblr

TH/LOTR characters on Tumblr pt. 2

Bofur, Pippin and Kili dating tomboy - requested by @rowandor

Kili, Pippin, Bofur and Aragorn comforting you before jaw surgery - requested by @rowandor

~ 1 3  d a y s  o f  s p o o k y  w r i t i n g  e v e n t  ~

- hosted by @dumbassunderthemountain

day 1 - love potion (Kili x fem!reader) - word: potion

day 2 - october stories & giggles (platonic Fili x fem!reader x platonic Kili) - word: haunted building

day 3 - spooky time (platonic Fili x fem!reader x platonic Kili) - word: spooky

day 4 - it suits you (Kili x fem!reader)

day 5 - monster (Kili x reader)

day 6 - pumpkin secrets (Fili x reader x Kili)

day 7 - ghosts of past (platonic!Tauriel x reader x Kili)

day 8 - fun times ahead (the company x reader)

day 9 - night skies and stars (kili x reader)

          - a human (the company x reader) - oneshot, fluff (I wasn’t happy with it, but it’s posted anyways)

day 10 - a messy situation (kili x reader)

day 11 - pet mom (legolas x reader)

day 12 - enchanted forest (thranduil x reader) - oneshot, fluff (melancholy)

day 13 - ghost stories (kili x reader)

g i f t s / r e q u e s t s

so-called matchmaker by @rogue-durin-16 - request

market day by @legolasoftherings - gift

family dinner by @legolasoftherings - gift

snowday with kili by @guardianofrivendell - gift

silver is the new sexy by @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth - request

kili & elle (me) headcanon by @kumqu4t - gift/request

worries by @bitter-sweet-farmgirl - gift (🥺❤)

birthday cake by @luna-writes-stuff - request

a c t o r    i m a g i n e s

l e e  p a c e

bad dream (lee pace x fem!reader)

- Yours and Lee’s son wakes you after having a nightmare.

MARVEL

SPIDERMAN

p e t e r   p a r k e r / s p i d e r m a n

christmas dumbass (peter parker x fem!reader)

baker of the year (peter parker x fem!reader)

christmas cuddles (peter parker x fem!reader)

HP/THE MARAUDERS ERA

h e a d c a n o n s

Hogwarts houses as moodboards

N A R N I A

c a s p i a n

baking with Caspian would include

dating caspian would include requested by @silverblades

THE ADVENTURERS GROUPCHAT

the adventurers as words + headcanons

#masterlist #kili x reader #legolas x reader #lindir x reader #frodo x reader #the company x reader #lee pace x reader #13daysofspookywritingevent

[band--psycho]

Ghost-Thorin x reader (Day 7/13)

(Credit to the gif owner)

“Amralime..if anything happens to me-” 

“Thorin,” I tried to interrupt him, but he gave me a sigh as he placed both of his hands on my face, his thumbs tracing invisible circles on my cheeks. 

“Let me say this...if anything happens to me, I need you to know that I love you with all my heart and I always will, no matter what...you are my one,Y/n/n,” as soon as he finished those words I placed my lips on his , after the kiss I moved my arms to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his forehead towards to mine. 

“I love you too, Thorin..but nothing is going to happen to you, and do you know why?” Thorin let out a chuckle at my words, already knowing what I was going to say.

“I have always been there to save you, Thorin, that is not about to stop now,” and with that he pulled me into another quick kiss. 

“We’re ready,” Kili shouted up to you as we pulled away from the kiss, we both sent a comforting smile to each other before joining the others. 

Slight Time Skip

I stood alongside Dwalin, both of us fighting the orcs that just seemed to keep on coming at us. All I hoped for was that Bilbo had made it to Thorin..for I could see the fear on Dwalins face, mainly because I knew had a similar fear painted across my own face. One question frantically going around in my mind...would any of us see Thorin again..? The Orcs kept coming like waves on a beach, every time we’d think we had killed them all, another pack would attack us, we kept trying to move closer to where Thorin was but every time we were stopped. 

“Thorin!” At the sound of his name, I instantly turned around and saw Thorin on the ice, Azog standing over him, the only thing stopping Azogs blade from going straight through Thorin was his own sword. 

“Thorin!” Dwalin shouted again as he slit an Orcs throat. And then I saw it. I saw Azogs blade go into Thorins chest and I couldn’t help but let out a sob as I heard the loud groan that left Thorins lips. I tried to keep watching; but another wave Orcs had appeared-so Dwalin and I continued to fight-I did manage to catch a glimpse of Thorin on top of Azog; Thorins blade going straight through Azogs chest, relief washed over me as I realized he was okay, and that by some miracle, we’d won.

“Go, I can finish of the rest of them,” Confusion washed over my face as Dwalin said those words. 

“Go and make sure Thorins alright,”  

“Dwalin-,” I begun, but he just chuckled and shook his head. 

“I think I know who Thorin would rather see out of the two of us,” and with that he lightly pushed me back, killing any Orc that came at him. So I ran towards Thorin, over all the rubble and Orc corpses and then I heard Bilbos voice, not that I could really make out what he was saying-relief washed over me knowing that Bilbo was also okay. But as I got closer to the two of them, I felt my heart break. 

“Thorin..”I whispered under my breath as I ran towards Bilbo and Thorin.

“Y/n/n,” Bilbo whispered, looking up at me with tear filled eyes. Tentatively, I knelt down next to Thorin. 

“Y/n/n,” Thorin said, a small a smile appearing across his lips; as a sob left mine. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, we won..”He cooed weakly.

“Yeah we did..now we’ve got to make you better,” I whispered, placing my hand carefully over his wound. 

“It’s too late-”

“I won’t let you die,” I argued softly. 

“Amralime..” he sighed, raising his hand to my face. 

“It’s okay,” he continued, wiping away the tears that were falling freely from my eyes. 

“I’ll always be with you...I love you..” and as he choked out those words I heard him let out one final breath; his hand falling from my face as his eyes stared up at the sky...that’s when I knew he was gone..

“Come back to me...please..please...come back to me..I don’t want to live a life where you’re not a part of it..” I sobbed into his chest..I knew he was gone, I knew he was never coming back..and that just made my heart hurt more…

Time Skip-A few evenings later 

I couldn’t sleep, not that that was any surprise. Since Thorins death I’d barely slept at all. The memories of us filling my dreams; which slowly turned into nightmares as my mind made me re-live his death over and over again. I walked through the halls of Erebor, thinking how happy Thorin would’ve been to see his people back home; but as usual when I thought of him, I felt a dull ache in my heart. I hadn’t really spoken to anyone since that day either, in fact I tried to avoid everyone as much as I could...I was exhausted, everyone could see it, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind just couldn’t stop the memory from replaying in my head. 

“You need to rest,” I heard a familiar voice say from behind me...I felt my heart skip a beat at the sound of the voice..at the sound of Thorins voice. I shook my head, knowing that this was some cruel trick my fatigued mind was playing on me.

“Amralime…” I heard the voice say, but I just shook my head again. 

“This isn’t real..this isn’t real,” I whispered to myself, but before I could take another step forward I was halted by the sight that I saw. Thorin. 

“Amralime...you need to rest;” he said, a concerned look written over his face,as he walked closer towards me.

“You are not real...you’re in my head...you’re my subconscious,” I muttered under my breath continuously; trying to persuade myself that he wasn’t real. 

“Amralime...I told you I would always be with you,” Thorin began, by this point he was standing right in front of me..I felt my hand instinctively reach up to caress his face; letting my hope run away with me..but my hand just fell through face. 

“I’m a ghost...amralime..you can’t touch me, but I’m here,” he whispered as I felt tears begin to run down my cheeks.I’d heard of ghosts in Middle Earth..but they were ancient tales, ones that no one ever really believed. They were myths and legends...I never believed them to be true..

“I wish I could hold you...I wish I could take away all the pain that you’re feeling, all the grief..”Thorin said solemnly. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you..” I sobbed, feeling the sadness wash over my body. 

“You did save me..from so many things, so many times, you didn’t fail me...I love you-and that is something that’s never going to change..” he continued, his hand hovering over my cheek as I tried to remember his touch. 

“But now...you need to look after yourself..you need to sleep, to rest, to enjoy life instead of being burdened with the grief that sits in your mind,” he whispered. 

“I’ll wait for you, you’re my one...but you have a whole world to see and so many stories to tell..live your life for me..”he continued. I took a shaky breath as I looked directly in his eyes. He looked so real.

“Promise me you’ll do that for me..promise me you’ll live your life to the fullest,” I nodded my head slowly, still trying to work out if any of this was real or if it was all happening inside my head. 

“I’ll always be with you...even if you can’t always see me..I love you,please remember that” he said quietly, and then in the blink of an eye he was gone.

@dumbassunderthemountain​ @fizzyxcustard​ @glicabhainn00​

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[watarigarasu]

October 27th – Spiders

13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word count: 925

Warnings: None

Author’s note: Come on, it’s f u n n y!

Quiet knocking at the door echoed in the hall before disappearing into peaceful silence, where only the soft murmurs of the waterfalls performed their never-ending concert. The Elvenking shifted in his seat, the velvet sleeping robes decorated with millions of tiny violets created from silver threads flowing down his arms just like the cascades of his neatly brushed hair. Sitting by the desk in his own bedroom he resembled a marble statue; calm and splendid, the greatest feast for the mortals’ eyes.

He did not expect to have any visitors, nor business’ at that late hour and therefore remained on his place, gently turning the page of the book he was currently reading. Soft flame of the nearby candle danced on the blow of air when the door to his chamber were apparently opened without his permission and it was the moment when he exhaled deeply before taking a look over the shoulder to face an intruder and scold them for the interruption.

That is, until his gaze landed upon your frame, and immediately softened. The robes you received were still a little bit too long and pooled around your ankles, and Thranduil took a mental note to call a tailor to your room so you can wear a fitting outwear, even during a night. Still, it was not often that you appeared in his bedroom at such a late hour, especially considering the fact that you had to pass the guards and therefore create at least one rumour regarding your current relationship with the Elvenking.

He had heard the word ‘concubine’ whispered in the palace before but paid no attention to it. Not until you seemed to care.

“My Lord…” you started and he had to wave a hand toward the guard who checked whether your presence was truly required. Then, the door shut from outside.

“What is the matter?” Thranduil turned to you and you could see how the delicate, featherlike fabric covered his pale chest and exposed the deeply carved collarbones from under the neckline.

Goodness, how you wished you could kiss him there, to feel the soft, long hair tickle your cheek, to taste the radiant beating of his heart… Right now, however, your mind was more occupied with something completely else and so, instead of the ever so glorious appearance of the Elvenking, you focused on the case which brought you here in the first place.

“I’m so sorry for interrupting you,” you apologised politely. “I know it’s late and I definitely shouldn’t be coming here all alone, but there’s something I can’t deal with myself and I’d like to ask for your help, My Lord.”

“You came here no matter the consequences, so I reckon the situation must truly be urgent,” he stated matter-of-factly and you sighed with relief, now convinced that he won’t ignore you.

“Please, follow me. I swear if it wasn’t important I wouldn’t bother you.”

Eventually, Thranduil allowed you to lead him through the palace to the part he rarely ever visited. It was nowhere as spacious as his chambers and there was not that much moonlight sipping through the cave openings in the high roof, but it was no less comfortable. Or at least that is what he assumed, when he ordered to give you a room just for yourself as his guest.

When you placed a hand upon the door handle, suddenly you felt a wave of embarrassment rushing over you. What if you were exaggerating? Maybe he would think of you as worthless if you showed him this vulnerable side of yours? Until then, he seemed to value your presence—what if it was about to change? Still, it was too late to change your mind now and so, you decided to start with an explanation:

“I was just coming back from the springs when I noticed something in my bedroom… I know it’s nothing I couldn’t handle myself but…”

“Enough,” he interrupted. “No more talking, little one. Just let me in.”

You inhaled deeply, preparing for the worse and knowing better than to argue with your King. Hesitantly, you opened the door.

The spider sitting right above your bed was not the biggest you had an unpleasant opportunity to encounter and to be precise, it was one of the smallest. Perhaps he was still freshly an offspring, which could explain why did he wander that far from his nest, but it did not stop him from growing to the size of the cupboard standing by the opposite wall. Its countless eyes were shining in the dim light, legs firm and revealing the readiness to attack if needed. It did not move when you two wandered inside and closed the door behind you.

The Elvenking sighed and massaged his temple.

“Oh dear… I wonder how did it manage to get here unseen.”

“I have no idea, My Lord. But if you could just…” You gestured vaguely toward the creature. “I’d be very thankful.”

He did not notice your motion, though, too focused on the spider big enough to bite the head off your shoulders.

“I suppose this is still a child,” he stated. “It seems to be more scared of you than you are of it.”

“Certainly.” You nodded. “Still, I’d prefer if it was scared somewhere else. Shall I fetch you a glass, My Lord?”

He reached under his robes and pulled out a long, thin sword before gracefully swinging it in a single hand.

“With pleasure, little one. There is never too late for a glass of wine, after all.”

#13daysofspookywritingevent #13 days of spooky writing event #thranduil x reader #thranduil #the hobbit

[horrible-writer-rain]

13 Days of Spooky: Day 1

Day 1: October 19th

Prompt: Potions

Word Count: 2, 253

Characters/Pairing: Beorn x F!Witch Reader, Company x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Injury and what comes with it, cursing, fluff, Witch Craft.

Summary: After being injured during the escape from the goblin king and Azog you are forced to stay behind to heal and Beorn isn’t keen to let you leave either after finding out your secret.

A/N: This was supposed to come out yesterday but my laptop wanted to be temperamental. I’ll have day 2 posted later. Also, not fully edited.

You were cold and wet much like the rest of the company. Thorin had demanded that there be no fire. You could smell his fear from what had just occurred. He could have lost half of his company. You shivered in the corner of the cave you had chosen. Your body ached from smashing into the side of the rock face and you had a gash on your arm from pulling Bilbo up from where he had been dangling over the mountain. You also felt your magic begging to be let out. The power building up inside of you and the fact that you were confined to a cave made it worse. You preferred shelters in forests or open fields rather than a town or mountain kingdom. The snores of the company minus Bofur, who was on watch, were amplified and echoed in the cave. That combined with the storm still raging outside almost masked the sound of Bilbo’s soft footsteps. He radiated an aura of loneliness and frustration. He was most likely mulling over Thorin’s words from earlier. You shake your head scoffing as you stand up.

Thorin had been an asshole out of fear and misjudgment. You can hear Bofur’s conversation to Bilbo who had been trying to leave. Anxiety courses through you. He couldn’t leave the company and head back by himself. The maternal side of you coming out and you go to take a step forward when you feel the subtle vibrations through the floor. You stand frozen visions of screaming and pounding of paws shaking the ground flash through your mind. The smell of death and fire filling your senses. You are brough out of your state by the sensation of falling. You don’t have enough breath in your lungs to scream with the rest of the company as you fall or when pain flairs through your body as you get crushed underneath a few of the dwarves.

You pick up the vile stench of goblins as you are scratched and pulled at by clawed hands. Their screeching is deafening to your elevated sense of hearing. You are herded along a narrow path of bridges and rock before standing before what must be the Goblin King. He demands we be searched and you feel hands ripping at your clothing. One of them grabs your spell book tossing it aside as though it was garbage. Your charmed satchel follows your spell book. You snarl at one of the goblins who were seemingly trying to disarm you. Your so focused on struggling against your captors that you don’t hear what the Goblin King says. You only stop when you smell a spike in fear from Ori. A loud snarl leaves you and the goblins around you scatter making a clear path for you to snatch Ori into your side. Snarling and growling at any goblin that gets to close. “Well, what do we have here? A human woman. What’s a thing like you doing in the company of dwarves?” the king sneers out leering at you and a disgusted shiver rolls through you. He demands his minions to bring out various torture devices since no one will talk once again.  You pull Ori closer into your side. You were taller than an average human woman but shorter than and elven one so it felt like having a child clinging to your side. You murmured soothing words to Ori completely absorbed in comforting him and keeping an eye on the nearest goblins that you are completely blindsided by Gandalf’s light spell.

The force knocks you on your back but you come to your senses much quicker than the others despite your slightly injured state. You quickly grab your spell book and satchel pulling your dagger from your boot you murmur a simple spell that coats your blade with dark fire. You slash at any goblin that comes near you. Their screeching fills the large cavern as the others take up arms. You all follow after Gandalf. It's amusing at the Goblin Kings remarks about Ganfalf wounding him before the bridge collapses. You release a pained groan from being crushed under the weight of the others and the wooden planks of the bridge but it turns into a scream when the Goblin King lands on top of you. You felt a few ribs fracture and your breathing is much harder than before.

You finally make it out of the mountain but the relief of cool air doesn’t last long when you notice Bilbo missing. The others notice and begin arguing but Bilbo steps out from behind a tree and you smile. Though that smile quickly leaves your face when you hear the howls of a warg  before chaos ensures. The company is forced into the trees and your whole-body trembles in pain but you still pull out your dark fire bombs and hurl them as best you can at the wargs. You knew that when you got to a safe place that you would need to take the healing potion in your satchel and make more for the others. You stare in horror when Azog appears. He taunts Thorin before turning his malicious glare onto you. “The last she-cat in middle-earth. Your father pleaded for his life before I slit his throat and your clans’ screams as I slaughtered them were like music.” he taunts you. You snarl at him but don’t move to attack him. It was what he wanted. Thorin, though, had launched himself down his tree and towards Azog. You toss your satchel and spell book to Gandalf before launching yourself down the tree after him. You shift as you do your large paws landing on the ground just as Azog sends Thorin flying. You charge at his white warg as it goes to clamp its jowls around Thorin’s body again as Bilbo saves Thorin from being beheaded. Your body slams into it and you both tumble. It snarls and snaps at you but you have the advantage of not having a rider.

You ignore what’s going on with the others as you stand guard over Thorin’s unconscious form with Bilbo. Snarling and swiping at any warg that gets to close. You sense the eagles before the others and push the surrounding wargs and orcs back so that the eagles can get to Thorin. You let out a surprised yelp as one picks you up in their talons. When they drop you and the company off somewhere safer you don’t have the energy to shift back. You quickly limp over to Thorin and nuzzle your snout into him. He doesn’t move. You let out a whine in panic alerting Gandalf who quickly rushes over to try and save him. You feel someone stand next to you and run their fingers soothingly through your normally soft and clean fur. You sit on your haunches and lean into them slightly knowing that its Bilbo. You close your eyes tiredly and purr as he starts to scratch near your ear.

You snap your eyes open at Thorin’s voice. “You! What were you doing? You nearly got yourself killed!” he snaps out at Bilbo stepping closer. “Did I not say that you would be a burden. That you would not survive in the wild. That you had no place among us.” he says and you stand up growling lowly at him. He continues despite your growls “I have never been more wrong in my life.” he says pulling Bilbo into a hug. You chuff as the company cheers. It's not long before you start moving again. You can feel your energy waning but you don’t say anything. When Thorin has Bilbo scout to see how far away the orcs are you sit down heavily and small whine leaving you. You needed rest in order to gain enough energy to shift back and say a spell to heal you enough to take a healing potion but it didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. Your brought out of your musings as the company starts running. You can hear the orc pack give chase along with another sound. It sounded like a bear. You bring up the rear of the company but continue to fall behind. You see a house come into view across a field and stop running to give the company more time to reach safety. You turn around spotting a large bear already attacking the orcs. You join in helping the bear. You have an orc clamped between your jaws when you feel a sharp pain in your side. The orc had managed to stab you with it’s blade before you kill it. You drop it and stagger back. Your gaze becomes hazy as you see the orcs retreating as the bear drives them off.

You vaguely feel someone open your maul and a bitter tasting liquid be poured down your throat. You wake a few times to voices and movement after that. You shift slightly and feel soft blankets underneath you. You open your eyes and find that you feel better. The company must have given you the healing potion. You shift back but can’t change into anything and sigh wrapping one of the large blankets around your naked body. You look around your surroundings and notice you're in a rather large barn. The animals surprisingly don’t startle at your presence and you quietly make your way out. You notice a large man chopping wood next to the house. He’s very tall much taller than you despite your above average height for a woman. He turns sharply as you step on a stick. Not thinking you put your hands up in a peaceful gesture and the blanket falls to the ground. He stares at you bewildered. “I thought I was the last one.” he breathes out and you tilt your head.

“Last of what?” you ask still not making a move to grab the blanket. “The last shifter.” he says and you stiffen. “You're the large bear I saw!” you exclaim finally grabbing the dropped blanket. He nods his head setting the axe down. “My name’s Beorn little one.” he introduces. “I’m (Y/N).” you tell him and he nods turning towards the house. “Your company is in the house. There is some food left if you’re hungry.” he says and your stomach gives a loud rumble. A feel your face heat and he lets out a laugh. You are greeted by a group of worried dwarves, hobbit, and wizard. You eat as Thorin discusses what the company will need to continue on with the journey. Your brow furrows at the mention of only 13 ponies. As if reading your mind Thorin turns to you. “You need to heal before joining us and we can’t delay any longer.” he says and before you can protest, he continues. “Meet us in Lake Town. If you aren’t good enough to travel before Durin’s Day hits then meet us in Erebor.” and you sigh.

“Let me make you some healing potions.” you urge and he shakes his head. “We must leave before night fall.” he says and they all start to pack.  “I am glad you are staying little one. I would not feel comfortable leaving you in the company of those who could not ensure your safety.” Beorn speaks up and you go to protest. “I’m sure you’re quite capable and that they would die for you but Azog has already killed most of our kind already.” he says before he too walks off. You mope up until the company goes to leave giving each dwarf and Bilbo a hug in goodbye. “Don’t worry, (Y/N). You’ll be healed before you know it.” Bofur says as he gives you a hug and you give a small smile. You had already warned the company to be safe.

You can’t bear to watch them leave so you go inside and pull out your cauldron from your satchel. You grab the ingredients for a healing potion and start to work. “I didn’t realize you were a witch as well.” Beorn says as he comes inside and you give a soft humm. “My mother was the clan shaman and healer and my father was the chief. I was supposed to take over both rolls when they died and until I found a mate. Once I had a mate I would focus on being the shaman and healer while my mate was chief but we would rule together.” I tell him as I pull out some vials to put the potion into.

The potion was an iridescent light green. I poured it into the vials when it was done. “This is a healing potion.” I tell him as I had him one of the vials. It wasn’t that big of a deal if he broke the vial. “I can clear out a space for you to plant what you need in the garden and make a space for you to practice your craft in peace.” he says looking at the potion seemingly mesmerized. Maybe staying behind wasn’t so bad after all. I think as I take in his appearance. He was ruggedly attractive and strong but, kind hearted. Perfect traits for a potential mate. I shake my head and give him a smile. “You don’t need to do that.” I tell him and he shakes his head handing the vial back to me. “I want to.” he says giving me a smile. Yes, this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#beorn x reader #X-Reader #The Hobbit #13daysofspookywritingevent #13 days of spooky writing event

[coralstories]

October 19th: Potion

Day 1 of @dumbassunderthemountain​ 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Bilbo x femReader fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1204

A/N: Yay, here we are!

“Master Baggins, keep up!” Thorin called. 

Bilbo huffed, jogging to catch up with the last in line. As soon as he reached her he fell to a walk. 

“Are you okay, Bilbo?” she asked him. 

Y/N was Gandalf’s apprentice. After Gandalf vouched for her, Thorin begrudgingly allowed her on the quest. She and Bilbo were sort of in the same situation in this way. But while Thorin was short with Bilbo, he often seemed to act warmer towards Y/N. She knew that it made Bilbo feel even more excluded. 

“Oh, fine,” Bilbo responded. “It’s a beautiful day to be marching through the forest.”

Y/N gave him a soft, kind smile. 

“You’ll get used to it,” she said. 

He made a noncommittal noise, his shoulders drooping. 

“Don’t worry, Bilbo,” Y/N said. “It’ll be alright. You’ll see.”

The next morning, Y/N sat with Bombur as he cooked breakfast. Bilbo watched them as he rolled up his sleeping pack. Y/N was laughing at something Bombur said and play-fighting with the princes. Bilbo sighed and looked away. He thought that he and Y/N were growing closer. But this morning she had been ignoring him, just like most of the company. He ran through all their conversations, wondering if he had said something to offend her. Perhaps she didn’t care about him after all. 

When Bombur was done cooking breakfast, Bilbo left his seat to go grab a bowl. As soon as he stood, he was surprised by Y/N standing right in front of him. She smiled at him, holding a bowl of whatever Bombur made and a cup of what looked like tea. 

“Here you go, Bilbo,” she said. “Eat up. You’ll need your strength today.”

Bilbo blinked owlishly.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” he said, taking the bowl and cup from her. “Is this tea?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes. It’s good, drink up.”

She sat beside him and they ate their breakfast in silence. Bilbo was quietly pleased. Maybe she wasn’t ignoring him after all. 

That good feeling followed him throughout the day. With Y/N next to him, even Thorin’s glares and angry muttering couldn’t get to him. He also found he had more energy, and kept up with the group more easily. He and Y/N talked while they walked. They talked about the Shire, about his home, and she listened with great interest. Few outsiders had been to the Shire, after all. After having been to Bilbo’s home, she couldn’t deny feeling the attraction of a quiet and comfortable life. 

The next morning was the same. Y/N went and sat with Bombur, then brought Bilbo his breakfast and a cup of tea. While they walked, she talked about her home, and how she came to be Gandalf’s apprentice. Bilbo was excited to learn about magic and magic users. She didn’t go into detail, however, preferring to talk about her adventures on the road with Gandalf. 

“And so this man mistook Gandalf was a vagabond, and what he thought of me I can only imagine, but then he tries to—“

“Y/N!” Thorin called. 

Y/N snapped her mouth shut and turned to the front. 

“Yes?” she said, smiling. 

“Where did your master run off to?” Thorin asked. 

Y/N looked around, noticing that Gandalf was missing. She shrugged. 

“Not sure. Perhaps he went to scout ahead?” she suggested. 

Thorin grunted. 

“So long as we do not lose each other,” he said. 

He stopped paying attention to them and marched on. Y/N smiled at Bilbo and they kept talking as though there had been no interruption. 

It became a ritual for Bilbo. He would wake up, roll up his pack, and wait for Y/N to join him for breakfast, bringing tea. Then they would talk the day away, the rest of the company sometimes joining in. He began to look forward to this morning ritual. Some mornings they weren’t able to do it, and he spent the entire day missing Y/N’s tea. Bilbo slowly began to feel more like a member of the company, especially after what happened with Azog on the cliff. Despite her fear and concern for him showing in her eyes, Bilbo saw Y/N’s proud smile over Thorin’s shoulder. 

The next morning they were able, Y/N made tea for him again. Bilbo noticed that it was stronger than what she had been making. 

“Where do you find the herbs for this tea?” Bilbo asked. 

“They're from my pack,” Y/N answered. “I keep an assortment of herbs for tea.”

“Did you bring the allspice?” Gandalf called from across camp. 

“Yes,” Y/N called back. 

“And the cinnamon?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ve been giving him chamomile and rosemary?”

Y/N blushed. “Yes.”

“What about echinacea?”

“Gandalf, I know what I’m doing!” Y/N exclaimed. 

Bilbo looked at her in surprise. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

He suddenly remembered that as Gandalf’s apprentice, she was technically a witch. Had she been putting some spell on him? That would explain why his heart beat as fast as a hummingbird’s every time she smiled at him. And why he couldn’t get her off of his mind, even when they weren’t talking, and why—

“I’ve been feeding you potions every morning to help you,” Y/N confessed. 

Behind her, he could see Gandalf smiling. Y/N saw the confusion and panic in Bilbo’s expression. 

“Potions?” Bilbo exclaimed. “What-do you mean the-well, why—?”

“I saw how much you were struggling, so I figured some potions for health and happiness and success wouldn’t hurt,” Y/N said. “And then you seemed to really like it, so I just kept—“

“The tea?” 

Y/N nodded mutely. She folded her hands together in her lap and awaited Bilbo’s judgment. It was hard not to notice how quiet it had become in the camp. 

“You were only trying to help me?” Bilbo asked. 

Y/N nodded again, her eyes on her hands. 

“Is… is this the only magic you've done?” 

Y/N nodded fervently. Bilbo sighed. 

“I appreciate you wanting to help me. But it still doesn’t explain this feeling in my chest,” he said. 

Y/N looked at him. Confusion flashed across her features. 

“What feeling?” 

“The feeling that I care about you. A lot. And that if anything were to ever happen to you I might go mad. And that—“

“Bilbo,” Y/N said, cutting him off. 

She wanted to say something, and she had a feeling that if she let him, he would go on for hours.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“I’ll keep making tea for you every morning until you decide you don’t want me,” she promised. 

Bilbo smiled. “So then, forever?”

Y/N smiled back at him, her eyes bright. 

“Yes. Forever.”

THE END

P.S.

“Now kiss!” Kili yelled. 

Bilbo and Y/N jumped. The dwarves all exploded; some scolding Kili, while most cheered. Even Thorin smiled. Bilbo turned red and hid his face in his hands. Y/N laughed. She laid a hand on Bilbo’s arm and he looked up. She kissed his cheek gently, before going off to finish packing her things. 

“That’s not what I meant!” Kili exclaimed, barely audible over the clamor.

#13daysofspookywritingevent #middle earth #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #bilbo baggins #bilbo x reader #fluff #kili #fili #thorin oakenshield #thorin #gandalf

[thewarriorandtheking]

Shelter

Day 2 of 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event 

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing; Thorin x oc

Warnings: None 

I love the idea of a place being haunted by ghosts that aren’t scary...

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Rain had been falling all day. As night fell a strong wind came up, lashing the riders with heavy drops, stinging their faces. It was full dark when they came over a hill to see a large, white inn, yellow light pouring from its windows.

“I don’t remember an inn here,” Thorin Oakenshield said, raising his voice against the wind. “We must have strayed from the road.”

Kaylea Wolf was studying the building intently. It looked like the perfect haven from the rainy night, laughter and music drifted to them on the wind. She could see a fine stable attached to the building, it seemed almost too perfect. They had ridden this way just over a month ago and she knew for certain they had not passed this inn. But the idea of getting out of the rain was very tempting.

She looked at Thorin. “Something about it doesn’t feel right,” she told him. He nodded.

“I agree, but it would be nice to be dry. At least for a couple hours.” They urged their horses on, but they had not gone far when the wolves stopped, their hackles raised. Thorin frowned at Skadi, she kept showing him pictures of a dilapidated building. He got down from his horse and laid a hand on her head. “We will be fine,” he told her. “Find a dry spot, we will call if there is trouble.”

As they approached a noble-looking page came out and took the bridles of their horses. The stable was filled with fine warhorses, wearing armor with strange coats of arms, the interior bathed in the light of silver lamps.

“Do not unsaddle them,” Kaylea told the boy. “We will not be long.”

Stepping into the inn they found an astonishing sight. The place was filled with soldiers, tall, stern Men in finely-wrought armor. The room was warm and full of light, every lamp seemed to be lit, the fire in the hearth burning brightly, the tables heaped with plates of food. Thorin and Kaylea were greeted as old friends, with drinks pressed into their hands and slaps on the back. Thorin studied the Men curiously. Though they had an almost Elven grace, they were not Elves. On their brows were circlets of silver, their eyes the green of the sea. Their armor was a style Thorin had never seen, the design Elvish, but different.

“Welcome, friends!” The speaker was a noble, dark-haired Man who seemed like a leader among them. “Join us in a toast! To victory!” The others repeated his toast and drank. The musicians struck up a tune.

“What victory are we celebrating, my lord?” Kaylea asked, sipping at her pint.

“The victory over Sauron, of course!” The noble looked at her closely. “Have you not heard?”

“Finally, he has been driven out of Eriador,” a second Man chimed in. “Another toast!”

Kaylea drew Thorin aside, to a bench near the hearth. “Any idea where we are?”

“Not where, but when,” Thorin replied, looking around the room. “If I remember right, the Numenoreans drove Sauron over the mountains in the Second Age.”

“If we have somehow stepped into the past, I don’t feel like we are in any danger,” she shook out her wet hair. “Let’s dry off and be on our way, leave these shades to their celebration.”

Thorin nodded his agreement. The energy around them was not threatening, it felt joyful. It took him back to his younger days, celebrating a victory after a battle with his brothers in arms. As they warmed themselves the party continued, with singing and many more toasts, the Men seemed to have quite forgotten them. No one seemed to notice when they slipped quietly out the door.

While they were inside the storm had abated, the wind had died down, a pale moon shining through breaks in the clouds. They retrieved their horses and the wolves bounded forward to greet them, sniffing them intently, as if to make sure they were real. When they reached the crest of the hill Thorin looked back, wondering again where they had been. To his astonishment when a shaft of moonlight hit the building it seemed to fade, leaving only bits of foundation poking through the long grass. He could hear the hiss of Kaylea’s indrawn breath as she followed his gaze. Then the clouds covered the moon and the inn blazed with light again.

They had not gone far when they met a tall, robed figure on the road. The man pushed his hood back to greet them. He looked like a woodsman, but there was a hint of nobility about him, his grey hair flecked with black.

“Have you come from the inn?” He asked. “Have I missed the celebration?”

“No, indeed,” Thorin said. “Do the ghosts of the past often come to drink there?”

“The soldiers of Tar-Minastir traveled this road centuries ago,” the woodsman replied. “People say in the defeat of the Dark Lord their spirits burned so bright that even death could not contain them. On the anniversary of their victory they return every year to celebrate. Since they are among my ancestors, I always try to join them.” He smiled. “And the ale is excellent.”

Thorin laughed. “Then we will not keep you!” He exchanged glances with Kaylea, who was smiling at him. “You have to admit, that ale was amazing!”

#13daysofspookywritingevent #thorin oakenshield #thorin fanfiction #thewarriorandtheking #tolkien fanfic #fanfiction

[red-riding]

Bed time stories: Glorfindel X reader

This is my entry for the 4th day of 13 days of spooky writing event hosted by @dumbassunderthemountain​. This is pretty fluffy and short but I think it turned out well. I hope you guys like it! and the prompt was monster. 

“and then I plunged my sword into the Monsters stomach making it stumble off the cliff.” Your husband Glorfindel recited to your sleepy son. 

It was bedtime and like every night Glorfindel told your son an epic tale of his adventures. Your son listening and looked at Glorfindel with wide eyes and adoration. 

“Wow ada! Your amazing! I want to be just like you one day.” Your son exclaimed. 

Glorfindel chucked at his son and you deiced too but in.

“You will be even better than your father, as you not make stupid choice like leaving your hair down.” You teased. 

“Well I needed to look good while I saved countless elven lives didt I darling?” Glorfindel countered with a smile.

“Your just lucky you were reincarnated after your stupid mistake.” You spoke. 

Glorfindel rolled his eyes and stood up and walked to you. He put his arms around your waist pulling your body against his and your moved your arms around his neck. 

“Your right I was lucky. Without being reincarnated I never would have met you” Glorfindel spoke his eyes staring into your own. You leaned up on your toes to kiss your husband only to hear a gagging noise making Glorfindel and you pull away from each other quickly. 

“Ewww don't do that in front of me. It's gross.” Your son whined. 

Glorfindel and you both let out a chuckle and tucked your son into bed. You gave your son a small peck on the forehead before following your husband out of the room. 

As soon as you left the room and gently closed the door your were immediately pulled back into your husbands arms in a familiar position. 

“Now where were we?” Glorfindel taunted.

“I was talking about how stupid you were for not tying your hai-” You were cut off by Glorfindel slamming his lips into your own and caging you up against the wall. You kissed back with a smile silently thanking the gods that Glorfindel was reincarnated not sure what you would do without the blond idiot in your life. 

#glorfindel #13daysofspookywritingevent #monster #glorfindel x reader #the simarillion #silm #silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #oneshot #glorfindel oneshot #tolkien #tolkien oneshot #tolkien fandom

[watarigarasu]

October 25th – Ghost

13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word count: 1,174

Warnings: None

Author’s note: None

“Why are you not asleep, little one?” The Elvenking’s voice wrapped its velvet fingers around your mind and gently brought you down on earth, back to the reality.

The night was warm, the moon fully round and low on the endless sky as you observed the trees dancing slowly to the silent rhythm of the dark. There was no wind to brush against your bare arms and yet, the air was clear and refreshing. Looking at the landscape in front of you, the now peaceful forest and the narrow stream flowing down in between the polished rocks felt as if you could drink the moonlight from the cold water.

The blissful taste of the stars upon your tongue.

“I thought I heard a ghost,” you admitted the truth, noticing the soft flutter of the long robes Thranduil was wearing as he approached you from behind.

Slowly, you turned to him to see his reaction but just as expected, there was none. He was looking at you in the same way he always did, with the same amount of reservation and haughtiness. It was only the tone of his voice which revealed curiosity.

“A ghost?”

You nodded.

“I was certain that your kind does not approve such, nor do they acknowledge their presence.”

“Most of them don’t, that’s true.” For a moment you grew silent, thinking about the right choice of words. “But I suppose they tend to see them differently than I do.”

The Elvenking passed by you, apparently heading to the stream’s direction, his steps slow but confident, the equal of almost two of yours. You observed him as he walked away, his long hair almost reflecting the moonlight, so ethereal that it seemed as if he was part of it himself. As if he was nothing more than a strand of light toughing the ground, gliding above its surface with an indescribable grace. Featherlike and glorious, not making a single sound—an embodiment of a perfect dream you did not want to wake up from.

“Tell me about it,” he spoke to you and you knew that it was an invitation for a walk.

Eventually, you obeyed and caught up with his pace.

“I had troubles falling asleep tonight,” you started slowly. “That’s why I decided to get some fresh air, it often helps to clear the mind from too much thoughts. However, when I crossed the gates and reached the forest, I heard something unusual. Or, to be more precise, I felt something strange.”

You peeked at his profile looking for any signs of disapprovement regarding your late night walks all by yourself where who knows what could lure in the darkness, but the Elvenking remained calm, apparently waiting for you to continue.

“I don’t know how to explain that so it’d make sense, My Lord,” you sighed. “Whenever I told people about it, they never seemed to understand it, repeating that it was probably my imagination.”

“If you live long enough, you grow to realize that there are things beyond imagination, little one. No wonder that your kind could not appreciate it, they are simply too naïve for that.”

It was one of the greatest and most surprising compliments you have ever received from him and so, his words made you smile. You managed to learn how to listen to what he was saying to understand his intentions beneath, and although it took you many years of misunderstandings and piling questions, you were satisfied with the result. He never meant to harm you, especially not with his harsh words but it took a lot of patience to hear the meaning of silence in between them.

“I agree,” you admitted and your gaze involuntarily wandered to his perfectly shaped lips. You cleared your throat. “I believe I’ve seen many, many ghosts during my lifetime.”

There was a gap between the branches where the moonlight spilled on the grass, white as milk and translucent like a veil sewn from the droplets of the rain. When you stepped into it, Thranduil slowed down before completely stopping and taking a look up, at the stars above. The constellations were creating various shapes you still could not always name but the single sight at his focused face was enough to understand that he knew them all.

He remembered them all and missed them deeply.

“Where did you saw them?” he encouraged you to speak.

“Anywhere.” Was the simplest answer.

Sitting down upon one of the larger rocks, you eyed your surroundings, astonished that his mere presence seemed to ward off every kind of evil spirits. It was just you and him and the forest has never been as peaceful as that night.

“Sometimes I can sense them when I look through the books from your library,” you continued quietly. “They are there, in between the pages—a single note left in ink centuries ago by an anonymous stranger. Or the old paper crushing under my fingers, the very same one which must have been held many, many times before I could even think about touching it. Were they taken far away, on an adventures? Did the covers see the lands I can only observe on the maps? If they could speak our language, what would they say? What stories are they hiding? The pieces of soul of every person who left an impression upon them is still remaining here, in the same place, but it’s mute and I can only wonder about their secrets. I can only imagine what would those ghosts say.”

Focused on your own words, you did not notice when Thranduil stopped paying attention to the stars and instead, it was completely yours. He watched you play with your fingers and noticed the moonlight on your skin as your voice echoed in his mind, vivid and alive.

“I see them in the palace often,” you stated. “I see them in the old halls and in the polished stairs and I wonder, how many were there before me. How many memories did those halls remember, how many joys and tears, how many laughs and loves. How many lost friends and relatives. How many of them are now nothing but an inaudible whispers. And I can’t help but think that soon, we’re all eventually going to join them and become a memories, a ghosts of the past. Do you think anyone would be able to hear us then, My Lord?”

The Elvenking remained silent, noticing the tears glistening in your eyes, stuck in between the eyelashes. There were no words which could comfort you now, for nothing he would say would change the inevitable truth.

“I hear you now,” he whispered and reached to take your hand in his, the warm, soft skin warming up yours as he spoke with a delicate tremble in the same, stoic voice. “Even if the world will burn down and the forest will rot to the last root, even if the darkness will swallow it whole, I will still hear you. I will always hear you, my love.”

#13daysofspookywritingevent #13 days of spooky writing event #thranduil #thranduil x reader #the hobbit

[red-riding]

A Purr-fect interference : Legolas X Reader

This is my entry for the prompt of back cat for day 11 of the 13 days of spooky writing event hosted by @dumbassunderthemountain​. Sorry its a little odd I wanted to test out framing devices and do something different from anything I have heard before so here it is. 

Before you read: This is starting out taking place from the perspective of the readers pet black cat. C/N Represents cat name, I was not sure what to name the cat and want reader to be able to put their cat in the story if they choose so yeah. I hope you guys like my attempt at framing device use and the cat is heavily based around Salem from Sabrina the teenage witch, also the cat can talk so yeah. This story is supposed to be kinda absurd and funny so don't think about the whole talking cat thing too logically. 

Also yes Ik I used the joke purr-fect an absurd amount and no one can change that!

C/N POV: 

I sighed as I watched my human y/n and that elven prince Legolas talk. They were both unbearably awkward, it hurt to watch. They both obviously liked each other yet neither would admit it. Two leggers can be so absurd at times with always making everything so complex. 

I guess I'm just going to have to lend a paw and take some time out of my napping schedule to help these hopeless beings. I mean they say charity is good for the soul right? 

What will my plan be to help them? Aww I got! I have a purr-fect way to intervene and fix this, I just need to find someone to help me. 

I trotted along the halls of Mirkwood looking for some elf to possibly assist me and saw no other than the king. He can help, it is his son after all and Tharnduils bad parenting that has made Legolas so damm nervous. 

“Hey! giant blond tree king.” I hollered as I ran to catch up to him. 

The king sighed and rolled his eyes as he looked down. “if it isn't my least favorite being. Your lucky your lady y/n’s cat fur ball or else you would be a perfect scarf. “ The king complained.

“I need your help, so stop complaining.” I commanded the king. 

“and why would I, the great king of mirkwood help you?” Thranduil inquired.

“Because it will help your son.” 

“How so?” 

“I have devised a genius plan to make Legolas and y/n finally confess their feelings.” 

“And how does this plan involve me?” 

I Explained my genius plan to the king, he smiled slightly and agreed to help me. Purr-fect.

...... Y/n POV

I waved prince Legolas goodbye and returned to my room. If only I was brave enough to tell Legolas how I felt, but he could never feel the same way right? 

Once I opened my door I noticed an elegant looking envelope placed on my bed with a rose, what could this be? I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter in side.

Dearest Y/n

I request your presence in the royal garden at 10:00 pm by the fountain.

All my love,

sincerely your secret admirer and lover. 

Who could this letter be from I thought? Could it maybe be Legolas, it is written on royal stationary. It might just be him! Does that mean Legolas loves me? I look over at my clock to see its 9:30 pm already and hastily open my closet to try to find the best dress I have to wear.

Once I get dressed and the clock strikes ten I make my way to the mystical royal garden, with a hopeful smile upon my face. As I walk to the fountain I see a blond figure dressed extremely formally, as the figure turns to face me my heart swells as I realize it is Legolas.

“Legolas, So You did send me the letter?” I ask anticipation laced in my voice.

“Letter?  I was going to ask if you sent a letter to me.” Legolas asked confused. 

“Wait.. I did not send a letter to you and it seems you did not send one to me...”

“Someone set us up” Legolas finished my sentence coming to my same conclusion.

“Umm... Well, Since we have been put here in this situation now is as good as time as any, though its not what I expected this would look like. y.n, Would you do me the honor of allowing me to court you?” Legolas asked with a shaky nervous voice. 

“Of course yes!” I exclaimed being over taken by excitement and ran to hug Legolas catching him off guard.

C/N POV:

I sat watching the scene unfold below on the Kings balcony with a small pur as my tail swayed behind me. 

“My plan worked perfectly, Im a genius!” I exclaimed.

“Your plan? You wanted to feed them catnip and force them into a room together.” Thranduil stated with annoyance.

“Well how was I supposed to know catnip did not work on humans or elves?”

“It is called CAT-nip, Its kinda self explanatory. It was my plan that did this, it warms my heart to see young love and my son happy. Reminds me of many millennia ago when I-” Thranduil was cut off.

“Yeah yeah, I get your old. Now shush snow white and let me revel in my success.” 

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October 31st – Ghost Stories

13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word count: 2,379

Warnings: None

Author’s note: Modern!AU. My last story for the event is also the longest, I hope you enjoy it! Participating was a lot of fun, thank you so much for running it, Jessica, I look forward doing more events in the future! <3

You were never particularly fond of the centuries-old manor you used to live in with your fiancé. No amount of splendid decorations nor modern architectural solutions could stop the overwhelming feeling of being constantly watched, of every single of your steps being followed, of the shadows disappearing in the corner of your eyes whenever you were trying to catch them.

It was odd, considering the fact that Thranduil seemed to not notice any of those things, no ill energy, no suspicious rustles in the middle of the night coming from the floor below your bedroom, nothing strange. He was never the man you would consider as insensitive, on the contrary, under the cold mask of calculation there was a compassionate soul, the one you fell in love in many years ago. It did not took a lot of time for him to ask you to live in his house together—the great, luxurious mansion appearing to you like some kind of untouchable dream. And yet, there you were, sleeping in the soft embrace of the man you loved, in the place people could only dream of.

With the invisible eyes watching your every step.

“Is something bothering you, my love?” Thranduil asked one day, stroking your hair in a caring manner as your cheek rested upon his chest, the book still open in his hand. “You seem tense.”

At first you said nothing. It was the beginning of a wonderful, sunny day, the leaves of a maple tree behind your bedroom’s window shining brightly in gold and orange, the smell of tea and coffee prepared by the cook downstairs reaching your senses and causing your stomach to grumble in need. It was supposed to be your Saturday, the day where none of you were supposed to work and simply enjoy your time together.

If only not for the dreadful feeling that something was terribly wrong.

“It’s nothing,” you muttered and played with a long strand of his platinum hair, twirling it over your finger. “I didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”

“I understand.” You felt his chest throb when he spoke and then the Adam’s apple to move when he swallowed. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Bad feeling rather.”

“About?”

You frowned. Clarification of your worries was way harder than it seemed and immediately you thought that maybe getting into this subject was not the wisest idea. Supporting your weight on one elbow, you rose up and looked him in the eyes. There was a genuine concern, a will to help, and you wondered how people around you could be so blind to still consider him as ruthless.

“It’s just a stress,” you explained vaguely and kissed the corner of his lips. “No need to worry about, let’s go get breakfast, shall we?”

Whether he did not want to push you or respected your opinion, Thranduil did not ask any more questions. Still, he managed to successfully occupy your mind with kisses and delicious breakfast.

Walking up the stairs, you greeted the maid and headed forward to the dressing room to grab a coat before joining Thranduil on a stroll through the gardens. Although the weather seemed appealing from behind the windows, you quickly found out that it was rather cold once you stepped outside. Blowing wind tossed the fallen leaves all over the estate, giving the gardener a plenty of additional job.

Thankfully, spending the peaceful, completely normal morning with your fiancé was enough to make you lighten up a little, forgetting about the unpleasant incident. Perhaps you truly were overreacting; it was not the first time when your empathy gave you a wrong impression of what was going on around you and if you could only focus on something else, you could quickly realize that there was nothing to be afraid of. You were safe and there was a bright future ahead of you, full of wonderful surprises, marvellous adventures and never-ending love.

Smiling to yourself, you turned right on the first floor and went through the corridor, taking a mental note to take a pair of gloves and a scarf for Thranduil also, before you stopped abruptly and held your breath.

Cold sweat rolled down your spine as your mind was desperately trying to understand what you have just witnessed—to no avail. Frozen in place, you could only stare blankly at the portrait hanging on the wall, the one which has been there since the times of Thranduil’s grandparents. It was all the same as you remembered it; golden frame, heavy movements of brush against the canvas, mostly brown and copper colours used, green armchair appearing as soft and comfortable, roses blooming from the corners, however, now there was one detail missing.

The armchair was now empty.

“I swear to you, I’ve seen it,” you confessed, your trembling hand hidden in Thranduil’s, warmed up by his natural heat, as you led him to the first floor. “She was not there, the lady from the portrait disappeared as if she just casually stood up and went out of her painting. I know it sounds crazy but it’s true.”

Thranduil remained quiet, following you with the long steps until you finally reached the said portrait. Unexpectedly, you felt a wave of relief washing down on you as you realized that the lady was still not present, since you were afraid that once you will go and get your fiancé here, she might come back and therefore make you appear as a lunatic. You were not convinced if he would believe you in the story only.

His answer, however, was as stoic as he always was.

“I see…”

For a long moment, you were staring at the painting. With him by your side, there was new courage in your heart and eventually, you took a step forward, looking at the canvas from a different angle, hoping to maybe see her hiding behind the painted armchair. Naturally, she was not there and the painting was as flat as you could expect.

You peeked over the shoulder when you heard Thranduil walking away and quickly followed him.

“What are we going to do about it?” you asked hesitantly.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” You blinked in confusion. “There’s a living portrait in the house and we’re supposed to just ignore it?”

“What else should we do?” He raised an eyebrow and this question shushed you successfully.

Indeed, what should you do? Look for her? Where, on the on the other paintings, like in Harry Potter? Put the portrait down, so she would not have a place to come back to? Burn it? Every idea seemed to be more ridiculous than the previous one so you only shook your head in resignation.

You would gladly take a walk in the garden now, but first, you had to add few drops of bourbon to your coffee.

The lady came back on her painting next morning. She was sitting on her armchair in the same position, with the same, soft smile on her lips and you started to wonder whether yesterday happened at all. Thranduil confirmed your inquires to be true and although you still felt like in a dream, the life was going on. This time, however, everytime you passed the painting by, you were eyeing the portrait carefully, looking for any signs of movement, any proof that you were not crazy.

You and your fiancé equally.

She did not move for the next week but it was getting harder and harder to be glad about it, since various objects from the home started to disappear and appear in the same places some time later. First, your favourite mug, then Thranduil’s tie, a shoe, a key to the basement, porcelain figurine, 5th volume of the book series, a vinyl record and a single candle from the candelabra. None of the staff knew what happened and surprisingly, they were as shocked to discover the things reappearing as you were previously.

“Did that happen before?” you asked Thranduil one evening, while sitting by his side in the enormous living room by the fireplace. “Before I moved in, I mean.”

You did not have to explain the details to him, so he would know what were you talking about in an instant.

“Sometimes,” he sighed, still looking at the screen but now paying no attention to the film’s plot.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Why should I?” Corners of his lips turned up in a weak smile. “To scare you off with the ghost stories about my house being haunted?”

Fair point.

“Have you ever tried to… talk to it?”

He sent you a curious gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean trying to communicate. I’m no expert but things like that usually happen when they want something. When they’re lost or scared or lonely. Maybe that’s the way of getting our attention so we can do something about it, while we’re still here.”

Thranduil did not answer for a long time, staring blankly at the screen, completely lost in his own thoughts. When you started to wonder whether he will talk about it with you anymore tonight, he finally spoke again, his voice slow and quiet, barely a tone above a whisper.

“My wife died many years ago. This place changed so much since she left, no current staff remember her and with every passing year, I’m remembering her less and less myself.” Rising a glass, Thranduil took a big sip of the wine but you decided to not interrupt him. It was the first time he has ever started to speak about her so elaborately.

You were aware that he was a widower, he has informed you about that at the beginning of your relationship, just in case you had anything against it. Still, he never spoke about her again as if he was avoiding this topic as much as possible, and you knew better than to start it. She was the love of his life and although at first it unsettled you, seeing the painful, tired expression on his face when he finally brought the subject proved you that there was nothing to be afraid of. His love for her was eternal but it did not lessen the depth of affection he had toward you.

Love was not a pool to divide between the people in certain parts, it was always different and always whole to give.

“She loved this house,” he continued. “She loved her son and she loved me. This place was filled with her love, completely. And truth be told, once she was gone, the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced was waking up one day and realizing that she’s not here anymore. As if she never existed, as if she was just a projection, a fleeting dream, a whisper on the wind… I could no longer touch her, feel her, hear her voice. She was as far away as the stars upon the sky, unreachable, unimaginable.

Then, things like that started to happen, sudden disappearances but nothing harmful, just a simple jokes. Silly games. At first I couldn’t believe my own sight either but it was true and it was not evil. Moreover, it was as if she was still there, a soft reminder that I wasn’t mad, dreaming about her love, and the memories we shared were real.

I missed her every day and please, don’t hate me for that, but I believe I’ll miss her forever, too.”

It was rare to see the tears in his eyes and the sight was enough to make you feel your eyes burning also. Gently, you hugged him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and stroking his hair, the bittersweet grief squeezing your heart harder than ever before. You loved him more than anything; you were willing to leave your homeland for him, to withstand his difficult, distant personality and eccentric behaviour and to devote the rest of your life for him knowing, that he will never be truly yours.

Holding him in your arms, weeping the tears of sorrow, you loved him more than ever before.

The last thing which mysteriously disappeared in the house was never found.

You were sitting with Thranduil by the long table and enjoying the delicious dinner, listening to the music playing and making plans about your upcoming wedding. Before the meal, you were looking through the album featuring variations of cakes, the one which included so many propositions that it was hard to pick at least five better than the others. You had a feeling that the preparations will take much longer than you previously thought, but the vision of marrying your fiancé was more than appealing.

“I’m afraid to even start a conversation about the decorations,” Thranduil added. “Perhaps it’d be wiser to simply hire someone to take care of it.”

“We’ll see. I don’t want anything to be missing on our special day.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll personally supervise the preparations.”

“That’s a relief.” You sighed dramatically. “Speaking of which, I have some good news for you. The earring, the one I was supposed to wear on the wedding, was found.”

Thranduil tilted his head to the side.

“Was it?”

“Yes. It was in the casket, just where I left it.”

“I’m glad then.” He smiled genuinely. “It would be a shame if I had to buy you multiple new pairs, just in case they got lost also.”

You giggled at that statement, knowing that he was capable of doing this just to make sure that nothing could interrupt your special day. Sometimes, you were starting to think that it was him who was more nervous about the whole act than you, even though he managed to hide it well most of the time.

Taking a sip of your tea, you eventually decided to not tell him about the last thing which seemed to be missing. There was no need to worry him, especially since you were certain that this one will not be found anytime soon. Your insecurity was, after all, the last thing which you wanted back, and the gentle smile of the lady in portrait ensured you that there was nothing to be uncertain about, not in the house, nor about the love of your future husband.

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Love Potion - Kili x fem!reader  - Day 1/13

Love potion

Pairing: Kili x reader

Warnings/triggers: Kili’s puppy eyes, mentions of Fili’s and Kili’s cooking/baking

Genre: fluff

Word: Potion - Day 1/13

Word count: 2066

A/N: First piece to 13 days of spooky writing event by @dumbassunderthemountain !! I lately felt unconfident about my writing, so I’ve decided to put on some up-beat music, different attitude and some schedule and this event came really handy! I hope this will make you feel cozy like it made me while I was writing it!

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Celebrating Durin’s Day was always an event. Not just an event – through every celebration in Erebor was a huge thing so far – but it was the event of the year. The dwarves spended months of preparations just for this celebration, but they didn’t seemed to be too bothered by it. No. They were excited. Excited to celebrate, especially when The Lonely Mountain was reclaimed back and the Durin’s line survived the battle of five armies.

Thorin was a great king, there was no doubt about it. It was a two years of time since Erebor was reclaimed back, and even if nobody from the Company didn’t insisted you to stay, you deep down knew they did it just so you wouldn’t feel pressured and were ovejoyed when you said you’ll stay with them. Why would you say no, anyways? They became a close family to you through the quest.

After the battle, when a part of dwarves arrived, Fili and Kili got a stunning idea – that you’d meet their mother, Dis. You’ve heard about her from stories they told you and you were nervous that she won’t like you, but oh boy, you were proved wrong! You two became a good friends, you were even something like a daughter to her.

Especially when Fili or Kili (or both of them) would prank you, she was unstoppable. In those moments you realized that they didn’t lied when talked that she made sure they’d apologize. Properly.

It was a two days until Durin’s Day and you were in the kitchens. It was late afternoon and the cooks got their work quickly done, thanks to some cooks from Dale, who helped them out. Now, you were making an apple pie, chatting with Dis and wondering when will Fili and Kili show up. They didn’t got too many duties today, thanks to Thorin, who was busy by some last details about the celebration, so they were free by noon.

Soft golden light was creeping inside, and if you would look out from the windows, you’d see trees with leaves coloured in many different shades from yellow, orange and red, to brown. The whole Erebor now smelled like old leaves, warm spices, tea, apples and pears, in addition to usual smell that has been there. It created nice mix and it made you to feel warm and safe.

You huffed and placed your flour-covered hands on your hips, frowning down on the pie. Dis noticed your intense stare and followed your gaze.

„It looks very nice, dear. Don’t feel discouraged, I’m sure it will be much better than last year.“ You both giggled.

Last year was Bombur and Bilbo teaching you and the Durin’s brothers to bake pies and pasteries with apples, because there was a lot of them. Also as a punishment, when they wanted to prank Bofur and didn’t counted on Thorin and Dain walking right into it, instead of Bofur. You didn’t did it with them, of course, you just wanted to learn how to bake.

Long story short, it was the last time everyone have seen Kili and Fili to cook, as far as you knew. To bake, too. Because as much as they could fight and throw pranks, that much they couldn’t cook, and accidently, their and your pie ended up as a pile of ashes.

But now, neither of them were here.

And despite that cooking lesson, you were getting worried.

You looked at your pie again and sighed.

„Alright, I’ll let it be like this. Let’s hope it won’t end up burned.“ You both chuckled again.

Once the pie was baking, you sat down to Dis and started sipping on your cold tea. But it didn’t took too long, when you’ve heard familiar pair of steps and voices in quiet argument.

When they entered the kitchen, you’ve took a look who it was. Fili and Thorin, Thorin nodding at his sister and you and then walking away. Fili just sighed and sat down to you.

„Bilbo haven’t arrived yet and it’s making Thorin worried,“ Fili said and you nodded. You knew that Bilbo had a special place in everybody’s, especially Thorin’s heart. They usually wrote letters to each other. Bilbo has always made it in time to be there for Durin’s Day, and you didn’t doubted the halfling was alright. This year was more rainy than the year before and you truly believed he just needed more stops and wait until the rain didn’t stopped, so he could continue his path here.

You reached out and patted his shoulder.

„I believe that Bilbo is okay. He will come, I’m sure of it.“ You smiled at him and he nodded.

„You’re perhaps right, Y/N. Wait,“ He frowned and looked at you properly, from head to toe. Then, his face brightened.

„You were baking?“ You scoffed and rolled your eyes with a smile.

„Yes, I did. I’ve got a sweet tooth for something before the celebration.“ You’ve seen Fili’s eyes to sparkle in mischieve. But it wasn’t Fili who spoke up.

„Really? I believe you’re already sweeter than honey, sweetheart. Do I smell a pie?“ You turned to him and noticed his sparkling eyes. He winked at you and your cheeks reddened like autumn apples.

„And I believe I’m smelling and seeing a mud.“ Dis said, looking at her son. It was actually true – Kili’s hair was a mess, there were leaves of many different colours and twiggs in it, his clothes were wrinkled and he had dirt and mud on his clothes and in his hair, too. It was a miracle his face was almost clean.

„What you were doing, Kee?“ You asked him. He usually wasn’t this dirty. He grinned.

„I was showing some children from Dale around the fruit garden.“ Dis raised an eyebrow.

„Okay, I was playing with them here, too. But it was fun!“ You and Fili were chuckling. You knew that Kili would do it anyways – it was usually you three who would be jumping to piles of leaves, climbing up the trees and having a fight with mud, but today you spended in library and here in the kitchens.

Dis shot Kili a look and he sighed and rose his hands in defeat.

„What? It was fun! And besides,“ he grinned,

„nobody was injured.“ You all knew this counted. Before anyone could get Dis‘ reaction, a servant came in and said that Thorin sended for her. You thought that maybe Bilbo arrived.

When Dis left, you got up to check on the pie. Kili started picking leaves from his hair. Fili was looking from you to his brother, seeing how painfully obvious it was by the glances you threw each other when the other wasn’t looking, since the beginning of the quest, that you‘ve fancied each other.

For the last two years, Kili was flirting with you more and calling you only by nice and sweet nicknames, but you knew Kili was flirty like this, so it wasn’t anything too unusual. He looked like a flustrated puppy with pouting face, whenever you shook it off and wasn’t looking.

„It’s done,“ You said and took the pie out.

„It’s great you can bake,“ Fili said, looking down at the pie.

„It’s not that hard. You just need to follow the instructions.“ You three chuckled, knowing damn well that Fili and Kili and instructions or rules weren’t really too friendly.

„I’m hungry, can I take a bite, sweetie?“ Kili’s pleading chocolate eyes were set on you, looking like a puppy. Your heart melted, but you knew the pie was too hot to be eaten.

You placed your hands on your hips, looking at the brothers, mischievous smile spreading on your face.

„I’ll give you a piece, but you will have to wash yourself first.“ Kili pouted and bitten his lip slightly.

„It’s not fair that Fili will get the first one.“ You smirked.

„Who said Fili’s gonna get the first piece?“

„Hey!“ You all chuckled.

„I mean it, go wash yourself, Kee. Besides, it’s still too hot, it needs to cool down.“ Kili’s puppy eyes looked deep into your e/c  eyes again, only to realize you truly meant it. So when he stood between the doors, he winked at you.

„It’s not hot in comparison with you, my dear.“ And he left. Your yaw fell down and he let your cheeks flushed. Fili have seen the whole scene and smirked.

„It almost looks like he drank some love potion back in Bag-End and so did you, doesn’t it?“ You looked down to your feet, smiling to yourself.

„I think the red wine did it.“

„Aye, of course lass.“

When Kili came back with wet hair and clean clothes, you chuckled and pointed to his piece of pie.

„There you go,“ You said with a smirk to cover your nervousness. Fili almost rolled his eyes. Into a different dimension.

„Just say it already!“ He said, flustrated. You looked at Kili, who paled a bit, but then his face flushed.

„Oh yeah, I, uhm like you a lot, sweetheart.“ He looked like a flustrated puppy, and soft giggle escaped to your mouth. His own lips spreaded into cheeky smirk, like he usually worn.

„I-will you to court me?“ He looked at you with wide, nervous eyes. You held your breath and could not believe his words. He was asking you if you wanted to court him.

When you realized he was waiting for your response, you quickly nodded.

„Y-yes, o-of course I want to court you, Kili.“ You smiled and his eyes lighted up.

„Mahal, she said yes! Fili, did you heard that?! She said yes!“ And in a second, he was kissing your whole face. You were giggling when his hair touched your face.

„Kili, it tickles,“

„Fili, Kili, what’s all this about-“ Thorin came in. You three turned to him, seeing there was also Bilbo and rest of the Company, plus Dis. Bilbo seemed uncomfortable for a second, but then he smiled, as well as most of the Company. Dis‘ smile was the proudest, but it was hard to say. They were all happy and proud that you two stopped dancing around each other

„U-uncle,“ Kili looked at him.

„Well, I would like to announce, that me and Y/N are courting.“ He looked at you and you nodded. Dis placed her hands on her hips.

„When did you planned on telling us, you two?“ You looked at Fili and Kili.

„Well, it’s been just a while since we’re courting.“ Dis peeked to her second son, and Fili only grinned.

„Aye, but what does it matter? They’re the most perfect couple in the whole Middle-Earth!“ The rest of the dwarves cheered and Thorin’s face had warm smile, that one you’ve been seeing for past two years much more, since Erebor was reclaimed.

You noticed a tall figure and when you’ve seen a long grey robe, you were sure who it was.

„Gandalf! You arrived, too!“ He smiled at you and Kili.

„Indeed, I arrived with Bilbo. And as I can see, it was in time.“ you smiled.

„Oh yes, indeed.“ You looked at Kili. Then you rembered.

„Actually, I baked an apple pie today, can I offer you a piece?“  You offered to him and he nodded.

„It’s nice from you, miss Y/N.“

„Wait, you baked a pie, lass?“ Bofur came to take a look.

„It’s not a pile of ashes?“ Dwalin said and shot a look to Kili and Fili. You laughed.

„No, now sit down, or I’m not going to give you anything! I mean all of you!“

You didn’t noticed Bilbo was making a tea. You realized that when he handed you a cup and whispered.

„It’s called Love Potion, but it’s actually a mix of warm spices and some sweet fruits. I also know about that wine you and Kili tasted in Bag-End,“ He gave you a bit mischievous smile and shook your head.

„I believe that Fili told you, if I’m not mistaken?“

„Well, yes. He also told me to bring this mix for you as a gift for your birthday, when I was there only last year.“ he said. You smiled and looked over at Kili.

„You sure it was just a wine, Bilbo?“ He raised a brow.

„What else would it be? I’m not a wizard.“

„But surely you know one.“ He smiled.

„Fair enough.“

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Ghost stories - Kili x reader - Day 13/13

Ghost stories

Pairing: Kili x reader

Warnings/triggers:  Kili being a jerk, injured reader

Genre: fluff, a bit angst

Word: Ghost stories – Day 13/13

Word count: 1733

A/N: I swear, this was supposed to be only drabble, different pairing (maybe Fili x reader), more into ghost stories topic and together with a request I should maybe write and post already, and with ansty end, but like...isn’t it a problem already? No, it isn’t.

A last day of 13 days of spooky writing event, I really liked this event and can’t believe is the last day! It was really quick.

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„Once upon a time, there was a scary, very scary creature,“ Kili started one of his ghost stories. The fire was creating deep shadows in his face, his voice, deeper than usual, was sending a shivers down your spine.

„A squirrel,“ You pointed out and the dwarves chuckled. Kili shot you a glare, but didn’t said anything.

„This creature was a hideous, evil, hateful man. He seemed to be hating everything and everyone,“ You rolled your eyes and noticed Bilbo looking uncomfortable.

„Until he have seen a fluffy rabbit and named it Sir Raisin Maker II., because the villagers were idiots and he wanted to prank them.“ The dwarves royared with laughter, Kili’s glare making it all even funnier. You gave him a smirk and looked away.

You and Kili never got along really well. In fact, you hated each other. The Company has already tried to make you two go along, but no, it never worked. You would always do some remarks, just to annoy him for fun. Today, it was not different – especially because Bilbo was afraid, and you knew Kili was doing this on purpose, to scare the poor hobbit.

And you won’t let him.

Before he could say anything else, Bombur said that the dinner was ready. You were on cooking duty with him today, and didn’t wanted to let Kili get away with this, of course. You took a bowl for him and Fili, and adding to his a bit more pepper. Noone noticed, and you quickly mixed it, so he wouldn’t be souspicious.

You handed the bowls to Fili and Kili. Once they started to eat, you’ve overheard Kili’s sneezing (maybe you left some dust of the pepper on the handle of the spoon), and quietly giggled. You took your own bowl and sat down between Bofur and Bilbo. You quietly asked Bilbo,

„Are you okay?“ He quickly nodded and whispered back,

„Thank you.“ You only nodded. Then you whispered again,

„Anytime.“

Meantime, Fili frowned, when his brother was slowly eating his dinner, and frowning at you, sending you angry glares.

„What’s goin‘ on, Kee? You usually eat quicker,“ Kili turned his face to his brother.

„She gave something into it, it’s too spicy, it’s burning my tongue,“ He quietly complained. Fili was holding back laughter. You surely knew how to get back for things his brother did, plus something extra.

„If anything, you will finally shut up,“ Fili murmed. Kili’s eyes widened.

„What did you said, Fili?! Wha-“

„SHUT UP, YOU CHICKEN!“ You yelled at him, wanting to listen to some stories that Bofur was telling you, Bilbo, Ori and Nori. Kili’s eyes widened. You would always bring up some nickname, that had to do something with his scruff, because you knew he hated it (or the fact the acted as a child sometimes, but he didn’t wanted to admit that). Thorin had enough of your bickering.

„Go and fetch some firewood, you two and Fili. Don’t wake the whole forest and come back early,“ He said, his voice not allowing any argument. Once you were deeper in the forest, Fili mourmed.

„Very funny, amralime,“ You turned to him.

„What did you said?“ Fili smirked and nudged his brother. Kili hissed.

„Nothing.“ You narrowed your eyes and Fili said,

„It’s a word in Khuzdul we call a person, who’s annyoing.“ You nodded in acknowledgement, being a human and having no idea what Khuzdul sounded and was like. Kili’s eyes widened and Fili rolled his eyes. He could clearly see in his brother’s behaviour what was the problem.

When you were coming back, you went first, because you were quicker. Kili hissed at his brother,

„I don’t know what are you trying to do, but stop it,“ Fili innocently smiled.

„Oh, me? Nothing.“

Back in camp, you sat back near Bilbo, Bofur, Ori and Nori and listened some cheerful stories. Fili noticed his brother’s stare, his eyes reflecting the flames and anger, his blood was most likely boiling. Fili chuckled.

„You can go and tell her, how you did you tried to put whole bowl of strawberries to your mouth when you were a dwarfling. I’m sure it will sweep her off her feet,“ Kili’s eyes widened and his face got red. He tried to cover it, but Fili noticed and laughed. Dwalin, sitting next to them, also laughed. Oin was confused, as he couldn’t hear them properly.

„What’s goin‘ on, lads? Who was weeping?“ Kili noticed Dori and jumped up, his cheeks covered in blush, trying to stop him.

„No, Dori-“

„He said the lad should go and sweep lady Y/N off her feet,“ The whole camp went quiet, but most of the dwarves laughed a second after. Kili glared at them.

„Why would I did it?! She’s the most annoying person here!“ He glared at you, being in shock, but you quickly rolled your eyes.

„Oh, calm down, amralime.“ The whole camp went silent, confused laugh escaping them. Bofur rose his brows.

„When you were planning on telling us?“ He looked at you and then at Kili. You frowned.

„What?“ Bofur sighed.

„That you two are in love with each other, obviously. But that doesn’t matter, we already know now. Just don’t -“ You stood up and walked towards Fili, purpose in every step. Your eyes were angry and Fili gulped.

„You,“ You growled and firmly held his collar, so he had to look in your angry eyes. You could see true fear in his eyes.

„What does amralime really means?“ Fili nervously chuckled.

„Uhm, it means...well...“

„I’m listening, Fili. You better talk quickly.“ You growled out slowly, the whole Company staring at you. They’ve never seen you so angry, dangerous, and there was something wild in your eyes.

„It means something like ‚my love‘ in Khuzdul,“ He said, almost whispering. You let go of his collar and he fell on his butt. Your hands were shaking, and you looked at Kili. He noticed a surprise, fear and softness he never seen on you before. In a second, you looked away.

„I need a walk,“ You mumbled and runned into forest. The whole Company was now staring at the brothers.

„Give the lass some time,“ Balin said.

„She might be in a shock.“

They were waiting for you, and when you didn’t came in an hour, two, two and a half hours, they got up and decided to find you.

A loud scream from the forest caught their attention.

Kili’s face paled and he quickly runned into the forest. He was trying to figure out where did it went from, and thought about you. Whenever he annoyed you, whenever he was making you angry, he wanted your attention. You always seemed to be around the hobbit, talking to him and protecting him. He had no idea why, but he was jealous, so jealous, and he wanted your attention only for himself, he wanted you to be his. But he was an annoying prick to you, a dork you always just rolled your eyes on and gave him some witty comeback.

If he wouldn’t do it, Fili wouldn’t be in his ‚protective, annoying and big brother‘ mood, wouldn’t try to pair you, you would stay in camp and he wouldn’t be worried sick if you were even alive.

He noticed a voices near, and whimpers. The voices were quickly away, the wimpers were growing more quiet. He heard sobbing, and it was breaking his heart.

„Y/N?“ He whispered. Your name rolled off of his tongue so easily.

„Kee?“ You whispered, careful. He quickly walked towards you, moonlight illuminating your wet, dirty and scratched face. It was all his fault.

He kneeled down to you.

„Are you injured anywhere?“ You pointed to your stomach and he carefully rolled up your tunic, you both blushing.

A cut was there, with a blood around. He hissed.

„I will take you back, just stay awake. Please,“ He whispered. You nodded and he took you in bridal style back to the camp, where Bilbo, Ori, Oin and Balin stayed, just in case someone would find you and you would need help, which was handy now.

„What happened?“ He asked you in whisper. You fluttered your eyelids to cover tears.

„Two orcs,“ You whispered.

„I would kill them, if I took a weapon with me, but I didn’t had any.“ You scrunched your face in bitter expression.

„They...they were talking about murdering me, but...I don’t know, maybe they heard you, but they went away...“ Kili’s body filled with anger.

„I will find them and kill them, for hurting you.“ He said deadly serious.

„What happened back in camp,“ You whispered carefully.

„Do you-do you-“ He sighed.

„I’m sorry, but I...I was jealous, because you and Bilbo were always together and I didn’t knew how to talk to you, so I just tried to catch your attention by annoying you, and it worked.“ You giggled.

„You’re an idiot, Master dwarf,“ He snorted and rolled his eyes.

„Oh, amralime,“ You raised a brow and he blushed.

„I’m sorry, I’m not gonna call you like this, I promise-“ You snorted.

„And I just wanted to tell you I love you,“ You murmed. His eyes widened.

„Wait, you-you love me?“ You laughed.

„How couldn’t I love you, you dork?“ He huffed.

„You’re wounded, amralime!“

„Luckily, it’s just a scratch and there’s a lot of blood and dirt around.“ You both smirked at each other and when you entered the camp, Kili carefully placed you on your bedroll and Oin came to take care of your wounds. Kili pecked your lips softly and let Oin to do what needed.

When the other members of the Company came back, they noticed you, leaning on Kili’s chest, him playing with your hair and you enjoying the warmth. Fili rose his brow.

„Wait, what happened?“ You and Kili looked at him.

„They bumped their heads into a tree, I cannot explain it differently,“ Nori mourmed and you all chuckled.

„Well, not really.“ You smirked and kissed Kili shortly. Some of others did a gagging sound.

„I’ve liked ‘em more when they hated each other,“ Gloin murmed and others chuckled. Fili sat down to you.

„But wait with children ‘till we reclaim Erebor-WAIT NO DON’T THROW IT!“ Fili quickly covered his head when you threw a shoe at him.

It seemed like you will never be bored with the Durin’s family.

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October 28th – Spell Book

13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word count: 2,080

Warnings: Slight violence

Author’s note: None

Deadly silence fell upon the Company of Dwarves sitting around the campfire. In that moment, even the forest around them seemed to suddenly grow mute as the unexpected confession was made, the one nobody could predict. Every pair of curious eyes was now glued to the woman sitting with her legs crossed on the ground and nervously playing with her fingers, the intense nervousness hanging heavy in the air.

It was not the first time when the Company was interested in the newest member, one of the race of Men, so young comparing to their long lifespans yet no less motivated to help them with their mission. The task to reclaim the homeland of Erebor was of a great importance, after all, and you were taking it seriously from the very first day your roads met. The leader, Thorin Oakenshield, was apparently the only one suspicious about your so-called good will and clear intentions, never allowing himself to sleep peacefully whenever you were keeping a guard at night. During the days of the journey, he kept watching you discreetly, looking for any signs of betrayal—something which could finally give him a valuable answer for the same questions flowing through his head over and over again.

Why? Why were you trying so hard to help them? Why were you risking your life, when they promised you nothing but danger and creatures of the night creeping behind every corner? Why did you leave your home to join a band of infamous Dwarves? And how, for Mahal’s sake, were you supposed to be any way useful in that case?

For the first few weeks, you were fun to be around, you knew stories they were not familiar with and your sense of humour seemed to fit the one of Thorin’s nephews. You showed interest in Dwalin’s ways of fighting and your eyes grew huge whenever Balin was sharing one of his wisdoms. Still, when it came to any dangerous encounters, you were no more useful than the hobbit, or maybe even lesser. You grew tired way too soon, your long legs not used to wandering for so long, you could barely hold a sword and your aim was poor when it came to using a bow and arrow. The only thing Thorin considered as odd after spending a month with you among the rest of the Company was that he had never caught a glimpse of what were you so fiercely hiding in your bag, the one you carried with yourself everywhere you go.

It was a serene evening at the edge of a meadow, full of now closed flowers. The moon did not peek from behind the heavy clouds but it was not raining at least and so, Thorin considered it as a good time and place to take a rest. Tonight it was supposed to be your turn to take the watch, that is why he quickly decided to take an advantage of the loudly snoring comrades and ask you few questions face to face.

You surprised him, though, when he approached you and sat heavily by your side.

“You rarely rest, sir,” you noticed and observed the spark of puzzlement in his eyes. In the dark of the night, they seemed almost completely black, so much unlike the bright blue whenever sunlight fell upon them.

“I will rest once we reach our destination.”

“You don’t trust me, do you?”

The way you looked at him expectantly, and with a hint of sadness beneath the mask of daily exhaustion caused him to lick his lips, the taste of ale still present between the thick hair of his beard and moustache. You seemed to be honest and Thorin lived for long enough to be able to point at those who were trying to wrong him.

“Does that surprise you?” he answered your question with another.

“No. When I think about it, not in the slightest.” You shrugged. “I just thought I managed to prove my loyalty.”

“How so?”

“By staying there with you and helping when needed.”

Thorin shushed you with a single raise of his hand. It was much bigger than yours, apparently capable of fitting yours in completely—a perfect solution for the upcoming cool, autumn days. You quickly dismissed the thought.

“Do not get me wrong but the mere fact that you are still here does not prove anything. On the contrary.”

“Do you believe I’m a spy then?”

“I said no such thing.”

“That’s what you insinuated, sir.”

“I simply do not understand you…” He paused for a while, listening to the crickets in the grass. “Your motives, your goals. You said you wanted to help but how do you intend to do it without an ability to protect yourself? If not for Dwalin’s reflexes, you would be long dead.”

You remained silent and involuntarily squeezed the fabric of your bag, which was now resting against your leg. Suddenly, it seemed to grow heavy, just like your head, full of worries and wonders. Thorin’s words hurt you, that was true, but you could also understand him and his point of view.

If only the reality was so easy to explain.

“How do you want to prove yourself worthy, human?” His tone was authoritative and you could no longer bear the intensity of his gaze upon you.

Loud snoring did not fog your mind, the chaos of thoughts making it almost impossible to think straight. You did not have an answer for that question and you were still afraid to reveal the truth, however, you knew that you could not hide it forever. Not from the clever sight of Thorin.

Hesitantly, you reached to your bag and grabbed the hard cover of the book you were carrying but in the exact same moment when you took it out and the dim light of the fireplace fell upon it, there was a loud, ominous blowing in the horns echoing from behind your back.

Thorin quickly stood up, just like the rest of the Company was immediately rushing to grab their weapons, as if they were never asleep in the first place. Whatever kind of enemy you were going to face now, they surely outnumbered you. The book was still resting in your hand when everyone prepared for the battle and when you opened it on the page marked with a bird’s feather, you knew that it was the end of the secrets.

The group of orcs which attacked you was not as countless as you were afraid of and apparently the brave Dwarves knew how to handle them, even after being abruptly awakened. The lack of daylight did not make it easier for you to avoid the arrows and blows from the axes, just like the high grasses and roots peeking from the ground did not create a very comfortable field for a fight. This time, however, you decided not to flee nor to hide your doings from the rest of the Company members who happened to be around you in the same time and so, you quickly recalled the spells from the book to shield yourself and them if necessary.

However, when you heard Ori’s desperate cry for Thorin from afar, your focus was lost and you almost lost the balance in your legs when the orc’s axe hit the magical shield you hid under. You managed to stand your ground and used all your force to push him away, enough to give you space to run to the direction where you believed Thorin must have been, most likely fighting one of the strongest opponents, as he always did.

When you ran to the edge of the forest, you noticed him clashing swords with an enormous and particularly horrifying looking orc. They were both moving fast and aiming to kill—certainly not a place for you to interrupt. Quickly, you looked into the book to find a perfect spell, something which could stop the creature before Thorin would get seriously injured, anything which could help you save him… Whatever it takes.

Thorin fell down on his back after a heavy blow was aimed at him and the groan of pain he let out was like a bucket of cold water thrown on your head. You could no longer wait and simply watch, you had to do something right now and so, you muttered the first spell which seemed to be the most suitable in this situation—the one you have never used before.

Dark smoke fell from your fingertips and glided right above the ground to the orc who lifted his weapon ready to attack, but before he managed to swing the sword, dense fog blinded him and bound his limbs until you could no longer recognize his shape from behind the thick mist. Then, you heard a bloodcurdling shriek, the one which almost made you cower in fear of what have you just done, if not the constantly repeating thought that you had to help Thorin, that you had to save him.

Eventually, it was Thorin who stood on his legs, grabbed the sword and blindly stabbed the orc, finishing his agonizing moans with a single cut. Only then, the smoke seemed to thin and withdrew, coming back to you in a blink of an eye and disappearing in our hand, the one still held above the open spell book.

Thorin looked at you with wide open eyes and unreadable expression, the corpse of an orc motionless by his feet and bloody sword in his hand.

Sitting around the campfire, members of the Company were tending their wounds and exchanging some of the most interesting moments of the battle they have just won. Naturally, the most excited were Fíli and Kíli, bragging about how many orcs did they slaughter tonight. Thorin was silent and although his gaze was directed at the fire, you were the only one who occupied his thoughts at that moment.

“What was that?” he asked suddenly and the heroic stories quieted down, the Company looking at him first before realizing that his question was directed toward you, sitting at the opposite side of the campfire.

You were speechless, not knowing where to start and the haughty tone of his voice not making it easier for you.

“What was that?” he hissed. “For how long were you able to make this tricks?”

This time you managed to take the book out of the bag, feeling the weight of every pair of eyes upon you. You showed it to Thorin in the light of the fire; the heavy cover and engraved symbols at the front.

“Since I bought this spell book,” you confessed. “At first I didn’t know what’s what. There was a wandering merchant in my town and he offered me a low price for that book. I thought it was interesting, it seemed antique and I believed it may contain some interesting stories but apparently…”

“Apparently it was a book full of black magic spells,” Thorin finished for you and you lowered your head in shame. “How could you be so reckless?” He spat. “How could you be so near-sighed and ignorant? Do you have any idea of all the calamities you could bring upon us with that foul thing?”

You felt like a scolded child now, tears picking at the corners of your eyes. Perhaps Thorin was right, you should have never bought it, just like you should have never jeopardize the Company during their journey.

“Nevertheless…” Thorin’s voice was much more calm now, causing you to look up at him and his stoic face. To your relief, there was no signs of disgust toward you, as you previously expected. “The truth is that you saved my life and therefore I owe you.”

“I didn’t want to hurt anybody, I swear,” you added. “I know it’s black magic but I thought that maybe (even though it sounds quite stupid right now) I could use it for good purposes. To help the others. Maybe black magic is only black when the heart of the user is such but under right circumstances it can be different.”

“Perhaps you are right,” Thorin nodded. “Yet you still have to learn a lot, little witch.”

“But we are willing to help!” Kíli interrupted suddenly.

“Not as a punching bags, of course, but still,” added Fíli.

You giggled at their excitement and thought that surprisingly, purchasing the spell book was not as bad decision as you worried about.

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Fun times ahead - The Company x reader - Day 8

Fun times ahead

Pairing:  The Company x reader

Warnings/triggers: none

Genre: fluff

Word: Cemetery – Day 8

Word count: 943

A/N: We’re over a half of this writing event, I can’t even believe that, I’m also really enjoying it! Thank you so much for all of your comments and responses, I always read them and I’m glad you enjoy my work! Also, I tried to do some research before I wrote things down, so I hope I got it right.

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  It was funny, that of all of the places, you’ve ended up in Middle-Earth. It was a Halloween party, and you suddenly weren’t with your friends, but surrounded by dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard!

Well, at least I didn’t ended up somewhere alone, you thought. You shivered about a thought about an old cemetery. Yes, it could’ve ended up much worse.

They got scared when they noticed you, and pointed all their weapons on you. Thorin growled towards you something about telling them who you are and what do you want, and you, being shocked of everything that suddenly happened, could get out only a cry and motion your hands.

It was Gandalf, who told them to put their weapons down. Though Bilbo was hidden behind Thorin (who pushed him there), he was the first to carefully come to you (though he growled at him to not touch you, because who-knew-where you were from and what you were) and ask you, if you’re alright.

„A-are you okay, miss?“

„Are you sure it is a female?“ Kili asked. You just rolled your eyes.

„It doesn’t look like anything we know. It looks like a monster,“ One of the dwarves (you thought maybe Dwalin or Gloin stated this, but it was hard to tell) said. You huffed.

„Well, it’s just a mask! A costume! It’s-we celebrate this day this way. With costumes and parties,“ You were trying to explain. Your voice was trembling, because their glares (and weapons) and like, you were in Middle-Earth.

Thorin glared at you, not trusting anything you said, and you just sighed. You hesitantly pointed towards your face.

„This is just a makeup. If you would gave me some soap, I would wash it and prove you that I am a human, if that would calm you down.“ Then you pointed towards your clothes, which were black jeans, black tight turtleneck and a jean jacket. And sneakers.

„I’m not from this world, as you may have noticed already.“

It took a long talk of Gandalf and Thorin, and then almost the whole Company, before they decided to take you with them.

To be honest, you could overhear their conversation, because how loud they were, so you weren’t surprised when they told you that you can join them. You knew it was mainly because of Gandalf though, but you were quite glad anyways. You weren’t sure if you’d survived there for like even an hour.

Someone gave you a soap. You looked a bit down (they were taller than you thought) and noticed a lots of curly hair.

„I’ll show you where you can wash your face,“ said Bilbo kindly and your heart almost melted.

„That would be nice, thank you.“ You smiled and followed him.

He stayed there while you were washing your face, so you’d found your way back. When you came into the camp, you’ve overheard gasps all the way around you.

„Who’s this beautiful lady, Master Baggins?“ Kili asked from the other side of the camp. You blushed.

„It’s-uh-well, it’s me.“ You noticed how their eyes widened in realization, and you huffed and rolled your eyes.

„Told you just to give me a soap and I’ll wash the makeup,“ You murmed. A sudden cold voices made you freeze.

„So she is a human,“ Dwalin and Thorin. Oh boy. You slowly turned around and looked at them, then quickly at the axe and a sword they were holding.

„What else should I be?“ You asked. You’ve heard someone (perhaps Kili or Fili? Bofur? Balin? Nori? You had no idea) to chuckle.

Let’s say, Thorin was too majesthetic to deal with this guessing-asking-game shit, so you were probably allowed to walk away from his sight (or, well, it was safer to stay away).

You sat down with Bilbo and quietly talked with him for a while, about Halloween and all of that stuff, your costume and makeup.

„I got inspired by makeup that people do for Dia de los Muertos, which is a day, when people from certain countries celebrate a first day of November, when it’s believed the border between the world of living and world of dead is the thinnest, it’s basically celebration, an acceptence of a death. It’s a joyful event.“ You explained to him.

„Pretty strange,“ Thorin commented quietly when he overheard you from the other side of the camp. Kili, Bofur and Balin sat near you, to ask more and listen more.

„I got inspired by that makeup, which is called Calavera. I’ve been celebrating Halloween, which is on the last day of October, in my world, with my friends, and somehow I fell here.“ You explained.

„How do you celebrate that Halloween?“

„What is it?“ They started questioning.

„Well, nowadays it’s about putting on some costume or a mask or something and opportunity to be celebrating with friends. Though not everywhere it’s celebrated or it’s celebrated differently.“ You explained futher.

„I think that around the same time you’re celebrating a Durin’s Day, aren’t you?“ You asked.

„How do you know about it?“ Bofur asked you, but basically, almost everyone was questioning it. You took a deep breath, realizing everyone was listening to you.

„So-uhm-basically, this world is a...well, it’s a fictional place in my world. There’s a book and you’re in it,“ You shrugged your shoulders nervously. Their eyes widened.

„How do they decribe us?“ Fili asked.

„Well, not really. But you look much more different. You don’t have a blue cloaks,“ You said and pointed towards Fili and Kili. They looked confused.

Everybody looked confused. Only Gandalf didn’t.

You chuckled and shook your head. Well, now, this will be an adventure.

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[elles-writing]

Pumpkin secrets - Fili x reader x Kili - Day 6/13

Pumpkin secrets

Pairing: Kili x reader x Fili

Warnings/triggers: none

Genre: fluff

Word: Pumpkin or Jack-o-lathern - Day 6/13

Word count: 885

A/N: Some light-hearted fluff with a sprinkles of magic. Reader may be a bit childish, but I think it would be fun, right?

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Durin’s day.

Finally.

It was here, your first celebration of Durin’s Day! Like, ever. In reclaimed Erebor, where you were now living, with the dwarves.

It was a year ago, when Thorin killed Azog, but it seemed to be much longer time ago. Ever since then, you were rebuilding Erebor and Dale and it was all almost done, so Thorin and Bard decided to celebrate this day.

Many older dwarves said the town looked similarly to the state before Smaug, but you were sure it was even better than before.

And not just because of your two partners in crime, Fili and Kili, who could make everything instantly better, though many would say you three were acting like a children.

You were currently attempting on removing the seeds and flesh out of the inner part of pumpkins to create jack-o-latherns. Everything around you three was messy, and so much better idea suddenly crossed your mind.

You jumped up with sparkling eyes, leaving Fili, Kili and pumpkins behind, and decided to find Gandalf.

Fili and Kili looked at each other. Sometimes your ideas didn’t ended up the best way possible, and they were trying to keep you away from harm. Your worst idea so far left you with broken leg, arm and many bruises and some cuts, though you weren’t sad or angry. Your undying hope and sparkling eyes made you very likeable.

You, meanwhile, runned to Gandalf in one of the halls.

„Gandalf!“ You exclaimed with a grin. He smiled down at you.

„Oh, hello, Y/N.“ He looked at you again and noticed a spark in your eyes and a specific way you smirked. He raised a brow.

„Tell me, little one, what idea crossed your mind today, when you were in such a hurry?“ You grinned and noticed Fili and Kili, who decided to run after you.

„Well, I thought, that when we created a space in one big pumpkin, then...maybe a cat would have fun in it, as a box...it’s even big enough for one, two, three cats...“ You tried to explain without being too obvious. Gandalf rose a brow.

„So you want me to change you into a cat?“ You eagerly nodded.

„Oh yeah!“

„And who would be those other two cats?“ You threw your hands up to the air with a huge smile.

„Kili and Fili, obviously!“ You didn’t noticed Kili and Fili to gulp and pale behind you. They looked at Gandalf, shaking their heads and motioning by their hands that they didn’t liked that idea, but it wasn’t too long since they pulled a prank and it somehow got messed up, and Gandalf, Thorin and a few others were too near.

Gandalf smiled.

„That’s an excellent idea, dear Y/N,“ He said, seeing how the Durin’s brothers paled even more, their eyes wide.

In a few seconds, you were suddenly so much smaller and instead of hands, you found a paws – little, fluffy paws! You turned around and noticed other two cats. One of them, the bigger one, had golden-brown tiger pattern over his fur and blue eyes, while the other one had golden eyes and dark brown fur, and was smaller.

You turned to Gandalf and instead of thank you, only a meow came out. You furrowed your brows. He smiled and patted your head.

„From now for a few hours, you are going to be in a cat form, you three. Try not to cause too much problems.“ He looked over at Fili and Kili, and then disappeared around the corner.

You started running back to the room with the pumpkins, and they runned after you. Once you got there, you jumped inside of the pumpkin, and the brothers right behind you. You were having a lots of fun and didn’t even noticed how the time flew by.

Soon, Dis came in, noticing the pumpkin. She sighed.

„Where did those three disappeared?“ And placed the cutted top back, so you, Fili and Kili were in a complete darkness, and in a mass of fur, paws and tails.

She took the pumpkin and brang it outside, so it would be decoratating the outside. Then she looked around.

„Y/N? Fili? Kili?“ In that moment, you pulled your head out of the pumpkin and meowed. Then Fili and Kili did the same thing. She looked down at you and huffed.

„What’s this about? Why are there three cats in a pumpkin?“ Then a realization went across her face.

„Oh, Gandalf! We need to find Gandalf.“

In that moment, you and the brothers got bigger and bigger, and soon, your paws weren’t paws anymore, and you were standing in a left-overs from that pumpkin. You threw your hands up to the air and grinned madly.

„That was so fun!“

Dis couldn’t believe her eyes.

Fili and Kili were trying to explain, but there was no use. Dis foded her arms over her chest.

„Were you having fun, at least?“ They both nodded quickly, with a smirks across their faces.

„So now, you all should start with cleaning the left-overs of the pumpkin, and yourself.“ She pointed towards your clothes, coloured with orange. You looked at Fili and Kili. Their faces were a bit orange too! And when they started giggling at the sight of your face, you realized yours wasn’t any cleaner.

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