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Part 1: An Academic

The Hobbit / Doctor Who : Multishot

The Company x Reader x Tenth Doctor

Word Count: 5315

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Request: “Hi so know this is a bit of a weird one but could I request maybe a two part type thing or it can just be super long if that’s easier for you. But the reader is from earth but finds herself in middle earth and help’s reclaim Erebor but gets sent back and then around the 10 years later or something they meet the doctor (you pick on what doctor) and he takes her to middle earth but it’s set in the lotr time and they are just confused at how much has changed and that they get to meet the company and they are happy to know that they are alive and refuse to believe that they have grown up. If it’s too much then don’t worry about it and have a good day/night and drink some water :)” @tree0frog

A/N:

(Y/N) bit into an apple, crisp and sweet as she jogged up the steps of the apartment complex. She used her keycard to scan the lock, entering her humble student housing. It was by no means a luxury with it’s outdated appliances, shotty internet, and suspicious black spots growing on the shower walls.

But it was what she could afford considering the part time job, full time student schedule, and car payments. She was just thankful to have a private room.

She finished her apple and sought the computer to finish a few homework assignments. Having just started her first semester of college, she made it a goal to prioritize schoolwork.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with watching something while finishing an essay. She opened a streaming service and found the Hobbit trilogy, letting the droll of dwarves and the fire of dragons fill the background as she typed away.

The endearing antics of Bilbo making her smile while the stories of Bofur made her laugh. Her eyes whipped to spot the scenes containing the line of Durin: Thorin’s wavy hair or Kili’s beautiful face.

She began to hum the tune of Misty Mountains, standing to find herself a drink. She went for her bedroom door –

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,

To dungeons deep and caverns old.

We must away ‘ere break of day,

To find our long, forgotten gold.

(Y/N) walked through the door and screamed.

“Holy shit!” She danced on her bare feet, feeling soil and weeds tickle her toes. She was covering her face, suddenly blinded by a harsh orange light.

Her heart was beating so fast it was propelling itself into her throat. She began to blink rapidly, adjusting to her new surroundings.

She was outside on a rocky outcrop. A nearby ledge spoke of the base of mountains. Sparse pine trees and crumbling rock descended to a wide stretch of field land below. Birds could be heard near the pinecones and snapping twigs told of life all around her. The overwhelming orange glow that attacked her sight turned out to be the setting sun.

It blazoned the horizon with its ombre of colors, quickly fading into pink and violet. It flooded the surrounding land, not a house or building to be seen.

(Y/N) gapped, inaudible noises falling from her open lips. She whirled around, seeking the chipped bedroom door she had just walked through. But there was nothing but the steady incline of the rocky mountainside behind her.

“What in the…” she gasped, “What?” She raised a hand and touched her face, prodding at the soft skin there. It felt real. She reached out and touched the pine needles of a nearby tree. It poked her finger, acute and sharp. That felt real too.

“Did I fall asleep at my computer?” she whispered to herself. She pinched at her arm, “Am I dreaming?”

She suddenly slapped at her face, gasping at the sting. “There’s no way this is real.”

But the chill of the coming night air was prickling her bare legs and feet. She was wearing nothing but her pajamas, a sweatshirt with her college logo on it and a pair of black shorts.

“Am I just disassociating?” she questioned, “Have I just fallen into my imagination?”

A terrible growl reverberated between the jagged slopes of the mountainside. It was so low and menacing it grumbled in her abdomen. It made her jump.

“Oh, god.” She found her feet beginning to descend the rocky outcrop, arms flailing to keep her balance, “God tell me there isn’t something chasing me.”

She winced and groaned as little pebbles and sharp needles stuck in her feet. The large rock mounds were becoming smaller as more and more pine trees grew from the ground. (Y/N) ran towards the open field, at least getting away from whatever the terrible growl was.

“I’ve finally lost my mind,” she decided, “It’s been a week and college already broke me.”

Her feet slid against the loose soil, toes jabbing into rocks. Spiney branches of pine needles snagged at her hair and sweatshirt. Another spine tingling growl bounced through the air, making her squeal and stumble.

One of her feet dug into a tree root, throwing her into the ground. She rolled down a portion of the mountainside, nearing the bottom. Gasping and crying all the while, she landed in a heap near the beginnings of long field grass.

She could already feel the bruises forming along her joints, but her bare legs had the worst of it. Long jagged cuts and scrapes covered her skin.

The newfound pain combined with the rising paranoia sent crazed tears to her eyes. “Can someone please tell me what is happening?” The answering roar was not the response she was hoping for.

It sent her scrambling to her feet, “I magically appear on the Rocky Mountains and a grizzly bear decides to hunt me.” She began treading more carefully through the grass, “Definitely not how I pictured spending my Saturday night.”

She spent the next hour limping about the tall, sage green grasses. Bunches of lavender and daisies led her to a tree line much different to the pine of the mountain. Broad leafy branches provided cover as she followed the sound of trickling water.

Resting at a pebbled stream, she drank her fill and took the time to clean her wounds, scrubbing away the grimy feeling of dirt.

“I haven’t seen a single road or car or building,” she thought, “There’s got to be a city nearby.”

The sky was now a deep purple – soon it would be blue black with night. If she didn’t find refuge somewhere then she’d fall prey to wandering beasts and the bitter cold.

Using the last hour to collect her thoughts, (Y/N) found her shock wearing off. Replacing it was the instincts to survive no matter how unbelievable the transition from bedroom to the wilderness was.

She followed the stream until something other than the periodical growl caught her attention.

A deep round of laughter.

She limped towards the noise – where there was laughter there had to be people that could help her.

She was cautious as the sound of conversation accompanied the laughs. Loud, bellowing voices led her out from behind the trees. In the distance she could see a house, complete with a barn, wooden fences, and wandering cattle.

Near the entrance was a pile of logs, a trio of men collecting what appeared to be firewood. One was slumped to the ground trying to hold the many planks of wood. The other two were tossing an axe between them and laughing merrily.

“How do you fair folk get wood for your furnaces?” one said with mirth, a scottish accent to his words.

“You can hardly carry three logs,” the other added, swinging the axe. He tossed another cut piece at their third companion.

The shortest of the three attempted to catch the wood, but failed miserably as he was put off balance and crashed to the ground.

“Blasted dwarves,” he muttered, “And your ridiculous fondness of axe wielding.”

(Y/N) scrunched her brow, spying on them from the bushes. Dwarves?

“Come now, Mr. Baggins,” a braided dwarf said, “We’ve all got to pitch in to help our host.”

“Yeah, I don’t fancy being eaten,” the younger dwarf said.

(Y/N) was blinking hard. Did that dwarf just say Mr. Baggins?

“He’s not going to eat us,” said the dwarf with braids. They were sticking rather funnily out from under his hat. “Though I wouldn’t want to anger him by any means. Not out here at night.”

After a great deal of squinting, (Y/N) could now see who she believed to be a Mr. Bilbo Baggins readjusting planks of firewood in his arms.

He huffed, “Best get back inside. Shall we?”

The younger dwarf was still swinging the axe in a manner of showing off. In a swift throw he had the blade imbedded into the ground at Bilbo’s feet.

“Oi, watch it!” cried the hobbit.

The hat wearing dwarf burst into laughter despite the scolding of his words, “Now, Kili – what would we do without our burglar? I hear his feet are his best asset. He’ll be useless in a heist without them!”

Kili returned the laughter, clapping his friend on the shoulder and saying, “Apologies, Bilbo, but you should see the look on your face.”

(Y/N) was slowly revealing herself from behind the bushes, her mind whirring a million miles an hour. If the young, dark-haired dwarf was Kili, then the hat wearing dwarf had to be Bofur. She knew all of them.

All three of them were characters in the movie she was just watching.

That meant that those mountains behind her weren’t the Rocky Mountains… they were the Misty Mountains. And the wide expanse of land that didn’t have any bustling cities or busy roads… that was Middle Earth. And the house that hosted the company, that had to be the home of Beorn.

Beorn the skin changer. He was the terrible growl that she kept hearing in the woods.

This was the beginning of The Desolation of Smaug, and the company was taking refuge before venturing towards Mirkwood.

No, hang on a moment. This was absurd! How could she have walked through her bedroom door and have ended up on the slopes of the Misty Mountains? Sure she was watching the movie when she left, but how could that have…

She put a hand to her head, watching the trio of company members decide to return inside for the night. Her feet started moving against her will.

“Ex-Excuse me,” she whispered, clearing her throat to say it louder. “Excuse me!”

The three characters turned to her voice with quick precision, their previous laughter missing from their faces. Bofur was the first to speak – kind words with a hint of hesitance in them.

“Evening, lass,” he smiled though it didn’t reach his normally jovial eyes. “Who might you be?”

“I’m…” she swallowed hard, “My name is (Y/N). I’m not from around here. And I’m lost.”

Kili darted his eyes to her bare legs before trying to keep them resolutely on her face, “Pardon me, miss. But where are the rest of your skirts?”

(Y/N) tugged on her sweatshirt sleeves, letting them consume her hands, “I’m afraid I have nothing but shorts.”

“Shorts?” Bofur tested the word, “What are shorts?”

“Ah, they’re trousers, but cut at a short length.”

“Why in the name of Durin would you want that?” Bofur snorted. “It’s freezing outside.”

(Y/N) felt her cheek twitch in an almost smile, “Yes, I’ve figured that much out.” She gazed down at her legs, “I’ve been robbed of my supplies and have been wandering these woods for hours. I ask only for a place to stay the night, please.”

Bilbo began looking between his companions, expecting them to answer her instantly. But when they did nothing but contemplate her, he piped up, “Of course you can come in.” He scolded the dwarves, “Honestly, you two.”

“Now Bilbo,” Bofur said loudly, “We don’t know this lassie.”

“And she doesn’t know us,” Bilbo said firmly, “I’m not about to let this poor woman freeze to death.” He nodded towards (Y/N), “My dear, let’s go find you some proper clothes.”

“It’s not our house,” Kili said, still flustered by (Y/N)’s lack of pants. “We can’t accept new guests without consulting the host!”

Bilbo beckoned (Y/N) with his hands full of firewood, “He’s rather busy at the moment seeing as he’s currently a bear and all.”

That finally got a smile out of her even if the dwarves were still suspicious of her. She didn’t blame them – dwarves were a race full of pride and secrets, they don’t easily trust a newcomer.

“I’m very grateful,” she said to them, following Bilbo. “Really I am. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t come across you chopping wood.”

Bofur trailed behind, “Have you got a limp there, lass?”

“I took a tumble down the mountain,” she said quietly, “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Kili snorted, then shook his head as if he weren’t supposed to find suspicious strangers funny.

“We can get you on the mend,” Bilbo said, almost like a mother hen. “There’s plenty here to share.”

“How we’ll explain it to the others, I don’t know,” Bofur sighed, “Thorin won’t be pleased.”

“He’s hardly ever pleased these days,” Kili muttered, helping to open the door.

Inside the great wooden front doors was an oversized house. Everything was a size too big, even for a human. But it had that rich oak atmosphere where everything was warm and alight with the glow of the fire.

There were large wolf hounds guarding the entrances and ginormous bumblebees buzzing about the rafters and open windows. She could see the heads of cows popping in for a visit and a dwarf or two was feeding them straw.

The hoard of dwarves congregated mostly by the roaring fireplace, attempting to sit at too large of chairs.

(Y/N) was finding her eyes darting from one face to the next, cataloguing the familiar characters. Dwalin was sharpening a battle axe apparently ignoring the fussing tone of Dori beside him. Oin was stoking the flames while his brother Gloin was eyeing the fine gold plated jewelry box atop the mantelpiece.

Nori was polishing a thing of silver, admiring its shine while his younger brother Ori was scribbling away in his journal. Bombur and Bifur were washing dishes at the sink, which was the size of a bathtub and required both dwarves to stand on stools to reach. This left Thorin, Fili, and Balin – all three of them conversing quietly at the table.

“Right then,” Bilbo huffed, dumping his armful of wood. “You’re taller than me,” he addressed (Y/N), “But I suppose one of my shirts might fit you better than a dwarf.”

Bofur and Kili were sharing looks as their companions sensed the shift in atmosphere. Dwalin stood, battle axe poised in his hands in his most threatening stance.

Ori’s charcoal pencil paused in its scribbling, catching the attention of those beside him at the fireplace.

“What is this?” Gloin grumbled behind his bushy beard.

The table of conversers lifted their heads from where they were bent together. (Y/N) swallowed hard, looking to each with very clear fear in her gaze.

Bilbo was completely unbothered, rummaging in his pack for some extra clothes, “Some suspenders will help, but we’ll have to hem a pair of pants to fit you.”

“What have you done?” came the low growl of Thorin Oakenshield.

(Y/N) tugged on her clothes, suddenly wishing to be as small as possible.

Balin put a hand on Thorin’s arm, “Who have you brought with you, cousin?”

“Someone lost in the woods,” Bofur said awkwardly, picking at his knitted gloves, “She was seeking shelter.”

Thorin stood, hulking in his furs, “Is that all?”

“Where do you come from, lassie?” Dwalin drawled, moving to stand beside his king. “You and your strange clothes.”

(Y/N) mumbled as she searched for her voice. “I was – was in the Misty Mountains. Attempting to scale them, more like.” She blessed her knowledge of Middle Earth. “I was ravaged by goblins and sent tumbling down the mountain.”

“Goblins don’t leave their tunnels,” Nori said lowly, “They’d burn in the sun.”

“I was caught resting in a cave,” (Y/N) said quickly. She had to stop herself from adding, ‘that’s what happened to you guys too, right?’

Balin seemed more content with that answer, “Sounds like goblins well enough.”

“But your attire,” Gloin grumbled, “It’s not of any style I’ve seen on this earth.”

“The stitching is immaculate,” Fili remarked, “The lettering is such a strange pattern.”

That’s because it was mass produced by a mechanical sewing machine, (Y/N) thought. “This is the lettering of my house,” she gestured to the college logo, “I come from a family of academics.” She prayed that was believable, “We have some rather eccentric ways of thinking. That includes the evolution of clothing.”

Some of the dwarves became lost in that statement, clearly not as versed in academics and sciences. But others like Ori and Balin were intrigued, Bilbo as well as he produced a linen shirt and suspenders.

“I’ve never heard of such a house,” Balin mused, stroking his mighty beard. “Not in all my years working with genealogies.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, “We are but a few. We created our own sigil and broke away from others to form our house.”

“How do we know this isn’t some trick,” Dwalin glowered, “I would like to know why this academic decided to venture over the mountains alone.”

She felt scrutinized under every eye in the house, it was making her quiver.

Bilbo was scolding everyone again, “For goodness sake,” he muttered, “Can’t you see she’s cold and injured. Honestly, don’t any of you have manners for the lady.” He offered the linen shirt and (Y/N) promptly held it to shield her legs from view.

Kili seemed torn between being a gentleman and respecting his uncle’s hesitance. In the end his conscious won, nudging (Y/N) to stand behind him.

“There’s no harm in providing her some supplies and a place to stay. We can consult our host in the morning.”

(Y/N) was feeling cornered. Did she tell them the truth? No, they’d never believe her. Does she reveal that she knows them all? That she knows their fate? She eyed the back of Kili’s head, envisioning what was to become of him during the Battle of the Five Armies.

“I don’t blame your suspicion,” she said quietly, “I know who you are and what you are trying to reclaim.”

Kili sidestepped to reveal her face. “What?”

Thorin growled, “Impossible.”

“She is an academic,” Ori muttered.

“What do you know?” Fili asked.

(Y/N) licked her lips, choosing her words carefully. “You are the company of Thorin Oakenshield. You’re on your way to reclaim Erebor beneath the Lonely Mountain. The throne of Thror, grandfather of your rightful king.”

Tension was building in the house, tangible in the way shoulders straightened and hands went for their weapons.

“I study tales and stories from all over Middle Earth. I know of all its secrets.”

“And I suppose you thought you could reclaim the treasure for yourself,” Dwalin said, “Seeing as you have such a wealth of knowledge to guide your path.”

“No,” she said loudly, “I only have an interest. I have no wish for glory. There is a dragon in that mountain, you know – how could I approach it all by myself.”

Oin said gruffly, “There is word that the dragon might’ve moved on. Birds have been…”

“… seen flocking to the mountain,” she finished, “That’s doesn’t mean anything. Believe me there’s still a dragon there asleep.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Dori asked.

“I told you, I come from a house of academics. We have eyes everywhere and they send us knowledge from all over the world.”

Balin harumphed, “Spies. The lot of you are spies.”

“In a way,” she muttered, “I grew tired of reading things secondhand. I wanted to experience it for myself. That is why I left my home.”

Bofur chuckled, “For someone so knowledgeable, you seem to have fallen short in your survival.”

She smiled warily, “It’s apparent I don’t have skill as a traveler. But I am still valuable.” She eyed Thorin, “I know the path your taking and the perils you’ll meet on the way. I know all the people you’ll converse with and the kingdoms you’ll pass through. I could help.”

“What is your name, lass?” Balin asked.

“(Y/N),” she said.

The old dwarf considered her before speaking, “Well, Kili – let’s get a pair of your pants and hem them for (Y/N).”

“Um…” Kili whipped his head around, eyeing his uncle as he said, “Yeah, of course.”

Bilbo held his head up, exasperated that it took that long to assist her. “Her legs will need tending as well.”

Thorin kept his piercing gaze on (Y/N) as she was led to the fireplace where Oin could mend her injuries. Balin and Fili kept his head level as they discussed the possible benefits of this new traveler.

(Y/N) spent the rest of the night conversing with the dwarves and Bilbo. They shared bread and honey with her as she wove an imaginative tale of where she came from and where she was going.

All she could think was how grateful she was for making the night.

~~~

They had made it to the woodland kingdom of Mirkwood, full of the arrogant, secretive elves under Thranduil’s reign. (Y/N) knew how they’d lock the dwarves up just for being of the opposing race.

She also knew that Bilbo had found the One Ring and was currently using it to remain invisible.

“Listen to me, Bilbo,” she had said to him the morning before being ambushed by the Mirkwood spiders. “In the Woodland Realm there is a river you can access through the wine cellar. Should we ever find the need for escape from that place, the barrels can be used to float down the river.”

Bilbo had looked at her with such clear confusion, still being affected by the poisonous air of Mirkwood, “How do you know that?”

She smiled at him, eyeing his pocket that concealed the ring, “We all have our secrets.”

He scrunched his face in thought as she led the company back through the forest.

Now slumped against the wall of the prison cell, (Y/N) hummed to herself, thinking of all the things she yearned from her past life. A hot bath with that lovely soap she got from the mall. Clothes warm from the dryer as she sang to her favorite playlist. Fast food she picked up on her way home.

“We’re never getting out of here,” Ori moaned in the cell across from her.

“I refuse to die by the hands of those prissy long eared fiends,” Dwalin grumbled. “We’ll find a way through these walls.”

“Yes, you will,” (Y/N) whispered to herself, banging her head against the cave wall.

She didn’t think anyone heard her until Balin muttered through the connecting window between their cells.

“What was that, lass?” he shifted closer, “How can you be sure?”

She choked on her words, “I have faith.”

“Hm…” Balin hummed, “You seem to have many predictions that have come to pass. Gandalf leaving us before Mirkwood…”

(Y/N) started rubbing at her temples, “I overheard him saying something.”

“The fact we would get lost in those woods.”

“Everyone gets lost in those woods.”

Balin chuckled, “How we would be captured by the elf king’s son. That Bilbo would somehow not be with us.”

She sighed, “Are you trying to make a point, master dwarf?”

The old dwarf paused, “I feel as though your circumstances arriving to this place are not what they seem.”

“What do you believe them to be?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything, lassie. But I do wish you would be honest with me.”

She continued to bang her head against the cave wall, trying to will some inspired lie to grace her tongue. But her crafted mask was so layered it was exhausting to keep it on. She wanted to tell someone the truth.

“I come from a place very far from here.”

Balin remained silent for a minute, “We may be locked in here a while longer – I’m settled for a good story.”

“Yes, Bilbo will be here shortly.”

“How can you know that?” Balin chuckled again.

(Y/N) shrugged, unable to see any of her companions past her cell. “I just do. The elf guards are going to overindulge on wine as Bilbo makes his way down here to rescue us. He’ll take us to the cellars to escape.”

There was silence as the information was processed.

“Where I come from,” (Y/N) said quietly, “It’s a different universe. I’m not sure if you have a concept of what universes are.” She laughed to herself, “I’ve only ever seen them in movies.”

“Movies?” Balin questioned, “Never heard of such a thing.”

“It’s a form of storytelling, like a play. Everyone has scripts and costumes and characters to portray. They tell stories for others to watch.” She didn’t dare touch the subject of cameras and technology. “One day I was watching one of these movies. One of my favorites.”

She stared up at the ceiling, “And when I walked through my bedroom door, I ended up inside the movie.”

Balin cleared his throat, “Inside the story?”

“Yes,” she said, “I somehow got sucked into one of my favorite stories, in the middle of the act. And I know everything that’s going to happen because I’ve seen the story so many times. I know all the characters and their path forward and what happens to them all.”

Balin kept his voice steady, “Such as how they get captured and how they escape?”

She laughed sadly, “Exactly.”

“Seems like witchcraft to me,” Balin muttered, “Something fit for the wizard to explain.”

“It’s hard to believe, I know.”

She couldn’t possibly know that just about every dwarf in those cells were listening in on their conversation.

“So far, lassie, your knowledge has kept us safe. It’s kept us hopeful while trapped in these cells.”

“You don’t think I’m insane.”

“Perhaps a little,” Balin smiled, “But I do know there are things you say that are unexplainable.”

And the dwarves all kept to themselves until the fateful moment that Bilbo reappeared with a dramatic flourish, keys in hand. He saved the day, unlocking all the cells until he reached (Y/N)’s.

He thrust the door open, “(Y/N)! You were right. The elves are drunken on wine down below. We can sneak into the cellar and ride the barrels out of here.”

(Y/N) shared a look with Balin, oblivious to how many of the other dwarves had similar interactions.

“Lead the way,” Balin said, “We trust you.”

And their journey forward was marked with orcs and elves alike. (Y/N) made a great effort to save Kili from getting an arrow stuck in his leg. They tumbled and rolled through the rapids, bobbing in their barrels.

(Y/N), considerably less stable then the dwarves, fell into the water, her head slamming into the surrounding rocks. She hissed, inhaling a mouthful of water, burning a path down to her lungs.

A sturdy hand reached into the river and pulled her up from the depths. It was Fili, dragging her onto the slippery shoreline.

Spluttering water from her lungs, she groped Fili’s arm for support, “Is Kili okay?”

“What do you mean?” the blonde brother questioned, “Where is he?”

Kili came sliding to his knees, beside her, “I’m perfectly alright,” he said, “But I don’t believe you are.”

(Y/N) sighed in relief, ending in a fit of coughs. She went to hug the brothers, “Then I did it.” She muttered into their soaking wet linens, “I can change the future.”

“What are you going on about?” Kili wheezed, trying to yank (Y/N)’s fingers from his back.

Thorin came tromping towards them, “Precisely.” He towered over them, “Explain yourself.”

(Y/N) stared up at him, a torrent of fear washing away the relief on her face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Enough,” the king said, “We all heard you in the dungeons, girl. We know there is something mysterious about you. We know you seem to believe to come from a strange different world. That you are able to predict things with unnerving accuracy.”

She was now surrounded by fourteen dripping companions, many torn between their growing fondness of her and their superstitions.

“How did you save Kili?” Thorin growled, “As you were just so relieved about.”

(Y/N) calmed her breath, a pounding in the back of her head. “The way the story goes – Kili was meant to be impaled by one of those orcish arrows, in the leg. It would be poisoned and would slowly begin to kill him.”

Fili grabbed his brother’s shoulder, bending down to look at his legs.

“I’m fine,” Kili said quickly, spotting more family members wishing to inspect him themselves. “I would have felt an arrow sticking out of my leg.”

(Y/N) wringed her hands together, “By the time you got to Lake Town he would’ve been incapacitated. It would require healing from one of the Mirkwood elves to save him. You would leave him in the town with some of your companions while the rest of you continued towards the mountain.”

“We would do no such thing,” Dori said, “We’d never leave our brothers behind.”

“You would if he was ill enough to hinder the journey. And with your belief that the dragon is gone, you wouldn’t need your full numbers to investigate Erebor. But you will be sorely mistaken. You’ll awaken the dragon and reign death and destruction across the people of Lake Town.”

Thorin took a few menacing steps towards her, eyeing her down with a piercing blue gaze. He sought any trace of deception in her face. He called upon all the times they were together, her stories by the fire, the care she showed towards the company, the motives for every kind act.

“Your head,” he said quietly, finally backing down, “You’re bleeding.”

She gulped, moving a few fingers to the pounding of her head. They came back red with blood. “That explains the growing headache.”

Thorin chuckled. He actually chuckled. “Tend to your wounds. We’ll need to move in an hours’ time.”

She nodded, “Thank you.” Fili and Kili remained by her side, lowering her to the ground. Bofur came around kneeling beside her as Oin gave orders for herbs that could be found along the tree line.

“You alright, lass?” Bofur asked, hand on hers, “I thought perhaps your journey with us was over.”

“I will be fine,” she said, feeling Kili grasp her shoulder.

“How can you know that?” the younger brother said, “Have you ever been a part of this story before?”

(Y/N) felt a trickled of fear, “No, I’ve only ever watched it. I don’t know what becomes of me.”

“But you know what becomes of us,” Fili said quietly, “Would you be able to tell us how the story ends?”

Her eyes flew to Fili’s face, young and full of promise. To Kili’s roguish eyes and lopsided smile. To Thorin a few feet away, standing firm with orders to his company.

She tried to keep the tremble from her voice, “I could. But I don’t know if I should.”

~~~

(Y/N) was stuck in Middle Earth for the coming weeks and months. She traveled with the company of Thorin Oakenshield all the way to the Lonely Mountain. She bonded with Bard and his children, she discovered the secret door into Erebor, she helped Bilbo sneak around Smaug, and she concealed the Arkenstone when Thorin fell prey to the dragon sickness.

In the coming days leading up to the Battle of the Five Armies, she gave sound advice to Fili and Kili, begging them to remain in certain areas. She tried to tell them with her eyes rather than her words that she was trying to save their lives.

But she never got to see the actual battle.

In a strange turn of events, she fell asleep against the makeshift barrier of Erebor’s gate. Fell asleep against the gate but woke up someplace else.

Her face was stuck to a keyboard, “Oh god,” she groaned. Her neck was stiff as she peeled her cheek away from the keys, “What the hell?”

She was facing the computer in her bedroom, one side of her screen rolling the credits of the last Hobbit movie.

“Did I…?” she blinked, “Was I asleep the whole time?”

Had she really dreamed months of her life in one sitting?

~~~

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ao3feed-tolkien · 11 months

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The Witch's Destiny

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/b3AY1ci

by aestheteyouth

Violet Potter has been at war for her entire life. It all started 27 years ago when Voldemort killed her parents and tried to kill her brother, only to be reduced to a soul himself. When she and her brother vanquished the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters, she thought war was over.

However, when her old friend comes asking for her help, how can she say no? It's not so bad. The Mirkwood King is terribly charming. Besides, she was built for war.

HARRY POTTER X THE HOBBIT CROSS OVER

Words: 5461, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: King Thranduil - Character, Thorin Oakenshield, Bilbo Baggins, Bombur, Bofur, Dori, Nori, Ori - Character, Glóin, Óin, Kíli, Fíli, Bifur, Tauriel, Legolas, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Balin, Dwalin, Authanar (OC), Violet Potter (OC)

Relationships: King Thranduil x OC

Additional Tags: Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/b3AY1ci

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 11 months

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The Witch's Destiny

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/geQ5Ik8

by aestheteyouth

However, when her old friend comes asking for her help, how can she say no? It's not so bad. The Mirkwood King is terribly charming. Besides, she was built for war.

HARRY POTTER X THE HOBBIT CROSS OVER

Words: 5461, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: King Thranduil x OC

Additional Tags: Cross-Posted on Wattpad, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/geQ5Ik8

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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violetbaggins · 3 years

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The Journey of a Lifetime .:Intro:.

~ Bilbo Baggins x OC ~

Since Violet was seven years old, she has lived in Rivendell amongst the elves, and she never imagined herself ever leaving. Never. Rivendell was a paradise. There was always plenty of food, and it was always so clean and fresh, the springs were perfect for taking relaxing baths in after a long day, and for a little hobbit, she still got to sleep in a bed made for a full sized elf in silken robes, tailored exactly to fit her size. On top of all that, Violet had a wonderful mentor, Gandalf, and while he was away, which he normally was, Elrond, and if he was gone as well...then Lady Galadriel might teach her a fun spell or two. It truly was an honor to learn the power of healing from such incredible people, and she has grown quite attached to them, and to everyone she has spent the last twenty-five years with.

This is why it was so hard for the young hobbit to pack her bags right now. Tears welled up in her eyes as she grabbed a couple of extra tunics and leggings, folding them neatly and placing them in her bag before grabbing her brush, bandages, her book of herbs, and some rations she had made herself along with an extra loaf of bread that Lindir had made for her after Elrond told him that she would be leaving for the Shire to help Gandalf with an adventure of some sort. All Lindir knew is that it was something about a mountain, and that’s about all Violet knew as well. Gandalf wouldn’t go into much detail, but he told her where she needed to meet him at and when.

Violet paused in the middle of packing and she sighed. She had to go to the Shire, of all places. She gulped nervously and placed a bottle full of dried chamomile in her bag and thought back to when she used to live with her adopted family back in Bree. For the first seven years of her life, Violet has lived so close to the Shire and not once has she ever been. From what she was told, she was born in the Shire, but she obviously has no memory of it since her birth mother had given her up at only a few days old. From what Gandalf has told her, the Shire is a beautiful, peaceful place with rolling green hills, crystal clear water, and it was full of happy hobbits. Violet dreaded meeting this hobbit of Bag End though, but only because she’s been so far removed from Hobbit culture that she knew for sure that she would make a huge fool out of herself. This Baggins guy seemed like he was very uptight, and she doubted he would be very fun to bring on a long journey.

With a sigh, Violet finished packing her bag, trying to keep her load as light as possible so she wouldn't struggle later on. Elrond was already waiting by the entrance to Rivendell with her pony all saddled up and ready to go. Violet’s heart sank a little at seeing the horse ready to go and Elrond glanced down at her with a gentle smile. He knew that she didn’t want to leave, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for her, and if Gandalf said that it would be good for her, then it was something that the dark haired hobbit had to do. Gandalf had already made the decision for Violet that she would be going. So that was that.

“Try not to be so down, Ms. Violet. This will be-” Elrond started but was cut off by Violet as she climbed on top of her brown and white spotted pony.

“A learning experience, I know.” Violet huffed and Elrond rolled his eyes.

“You will also be visiting the very place you were born. Aren’t you excited?” the elf asked and Violet just bit her lip nervously. Her expression said it all to Elrond and he sighed softly. Violet never really got exposed to hobbit culture, and while hobbits were quite nice, they tended to stay away from individuals they didn’t know too well, or ones that seemed ‘strange’. She was sure that the hobbits of the Shire would find her very strange indeed, with her elven clothes and carrying products they have probably never seen nor heard of before.

Violet hesitated before answering Elrond, turning her pony in the direction of the path in front of her, one that would lead her to The Shire. “I...suppose,” she said softly then turned back to Elrond and told him goodbye. Elrond waved her a farewell as she rode off. It was a three-week ride, and Violet has never travelled on her own before, so she was nervous. Elrond felt a bit nervous about it as well, but if Gandalf and Galadriel insisted that she would be okay and that she was ready, then he would try to push his worries to the side.

So, for about three weeks, Violet rode by herself from Rivendell all the way to the rolling, green hills of the Shire. It was just after sunset when she arrived, and she could tell her pony was begging for a rest and a snack, and so was she. Violet got off of her pony, who she had named Lily, and tugged her along by the reigns towards Hobbiton.

As she walked down the dirt road, the occasional hobbit or two that would pass her would give her a strange look, knowing for a fact that they have never seen her in their village before. Violet did her best to ignore the passerby hobbits and looked for Bag End. “Gandalf said that Bag End is...at the top of the hill..with a large tree on top?” Violet mumbled to herself, looking up and instantly finding a lit up burrow with a large tree at the very top. There was also the glowing blue symbol Gandalf had scratched onto the green door with his staff just earlier that day. She made her way up the hill and tied her pony to the wooden post of the hobbit gentleman’s fencing and fed Lily a red apple before opening the gate and walking up the stone steps and to the large, circular, green door.

Violet gulped, a good bit of anxiety taking over as she raised her fist to knock on the door three times. She heard voices inside and figured some of the company had already arrived before her. Then, she heard another voice. It sounded flustered and irritated and it was followed by the heavy sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to the door until it finally opened, revealing the master of Bag End himself, Bilbo Baggins.

“If I see one more dwarf I’m-!!” Bilbo’s voice was rather loud and angry now as he swung the door open and Violet flinched and blinked a couple of times, her eyes wide as they were locked on Bilbo’s. He instantly froze. “Oh! I, uhm,” he stuttered and ran a hand through his messy, light red curls and glanced back at the ruckus going on in his pantry before turning back to the dark haired, female hobbit...dressed in elven clothing? “I-I apologize, are you-are you lost, madam?” Bilbo stuttered slightly, the tips of his ears turning red from embarrassment, making sure to address her more formally since he started off their meeting with his frustrated tone.

“O-oh! Um, no, I’m actually not lost. Um-” Violet gulped and she remembered what Elrond had taught her the day before she left Rivendell. “Violet Newbury,” she began and bowed slightly before Bilbo and his eyes widened. This is exactly what the dwarves did. “At you service!” she proclaimed with a bit more confidence. “I am a healer, trained by Elrond, Lord of Rivendell.” she explained. This certainly peaked Bilbo’s interest. A hobbit from Rivendell? The bachelor hobbit couldn’t believe his pointed ears and he remained silent for only a moment before coming back to his senses and stepping aside.

“Well, come in then, Violet.” Bilbo said, motioning for her to come in. She glanced at Bilbo for a moment before taking a couple of steps inside and he closed the door behind her with a soft sigh. Violet looked around the hobbit hole and took it all in, only ever hearing of these from Gandalf when she would ask about the place she was born. It was just as warm and cozy as he said they were. She could hear the booming, joyous voices of all of the dwarves and she saw them bustling back and forth from Bilbo’s pantry to the dining room to set up dinner

“Where is Gandalf?” she asked rather quickly, turning to Bilbo. This caught him off guard a bit and he pointed towards the dining room where the wizard was counting all of the dwarves, making sure everyone was here. From the face he made, it looked like there was still one dwarf still missing. “Gandalf!” Violet called out, a smile growing on her face for the first time in weeks. The tall wizard turned and instantly smiled as he saw the dark haired hobbit walk up to him, clearly very happy to see a familiar face.

“Ah, Ms. Violet! I am very glad to see that you have made it safe. Grab a plate and eat something. You look famished.” Gandalf said, noticing that she was a bit thinner than the last time saw her. She must not have eaten very much during her journey here and that made Gandalf sigh. If she was going to be joining the company on the trip to Erebor, she needed to make sure to eat and keep her energy up. She was a very important asset to the company, after all. Having a reliable healer come along seemed to put the dwarves at ease, although they didn’t seem to like the fact of who she learned her skills from.

The company wasn't exactly sure what to make of Violet yet, but they still welcomed her into their group with open arms. Fili, Kili, and Bofur decided to immediately become her best friends and had her sit with them at the table. ‘Maybe these dwarves weren’t so bad after all?’ Violet thought as she bit down on a chicken leg. She glanced towards Bilbo as he turned towards his pantry and froze, now finding it completely emptied out. She swallowed her bite of chicken and felt a bit bad for him, but...wow was this food good! Violet rarely ate meat in Rivendell, so this was quite a treat for her. Master Baggins was quite the cook! She would definitely have to compliment him on his skills later.

Well, that is if he decided to come with them.

~o0o~

Introduction - you are here

Chapter 1

#the hobbit #the hobbit oc #bilbo baggins #bilbo baggins x oc #Bilbo x Violet #violet newbury #violet baggins #the shire #the company of thorin oakenshield #fanfiction #multichapter #building romance #slow burn

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years

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A Bond, A Fellowship / Frodo Baggins Imagine

Request: Hello! Would you mind doing a Frodo x female reader in which she rants to one of the Fellowship about her feelings for him that she hasn't acted on because 1. She doesn't want to burden him any more than he already is, and 2. She doesn't expect him to return her feelings at all? Kind of like this: "I don't want to burden him with feelings he might not return." "And how do you know he will not return them?" But Frodo overhears the whole thing and tells her that her love isn't a burden to him, but a comfort, and he reciprocates it after all ❤

This is so cute @fandomsarefamily1966!!

This took me a while, so please please please comment and reblog if you enjoy!

Even such starlight couldn’t burn away these shadows.

You knew Rivendell would be ethereal - you had expected at least this much. After all, one can only grow up with a sense of wanderlust, of awe for the winding trails and gold flecked forests that lay outside your door, under the tales of Bilbo Baggins, and his journey to the Misty Mountain. You had expected Frodo would be just as happy, even when deep within your heart the truth had pained you during your travels.

The two of you had spent so much of your juvenility trampling along the fields of the Shire - mud from the tilled earth flecking your bare feet as the two of you would tumble down the rolling viridescent hills. Frodo would try his best to clamber up his tree whilst still holding his book, and you would laugh in plain delight as you catch the blur of his suspenders fall down into the wild bush underneath.

Days upon days would be spent together, the falling sun of the gold soon mixing with the rising hope of the violet hued mornings as the two of you enacted your tales of adventure and heroics. Linked arms, wild singing, trampling footsteps, quiet whisperings and giggles of two hobbits in cahoots, two hobbits that were bound together in a way they didn’t quite understand, didn’t quite know how to articulate quite yet. Not in this stage of their journey. The air crackled with the sound of scrunched grass and crinkled leaves, and with some easy fellowship, some resolute companionship, as the two of you spent your days knowing you would never rather be in anyone else’s presence.

Even Gandalf on his rare visits to Bilbo (despite the heated looks from your neighbours) managed to find his way through the winding paths of the Shire, and was more than happy to oblige in your antics. Clearing his throat, he would pull out his pipe and take his seat next to the roaring fire, the two of you lying up on the floor by his feet. Elbows touching, and head held in your hands, the two of you would be wide eyed, hooked upon every word. Bilbo would scoff from time to time from her he sat, snuggled down in his favourite armchair, crocheting. Yet even he couldn’t help but end up mesmerised. Soon, even he was joining in, creating shadows on the walls to narrate the story as Gandalf sparked some magic to set the room ablaze with the wrath of Smaug’s desolation.

His neighbours, unluckily, were prying folk, and they could smell the aftermath of Gandalf’s magic in the air. Poor Bag End may have had a number of noise complaints bright and early the next morning: a number of hobbits knocking on the door and grumbling about shadows dancing and growing at the window as bright light flickered out onto the rickety old gate in the middle of the night.

‘Jealous, aren’t we?’, Bilbo half laughs and half grumbles, as he shuts the door on their faces.

One day, not too long ago, when something felt different in the spring wind that blew over the Shire, when something felt changed about the sun that kissed the lilac and periwinkle petalled flower pots that lay on the rutted edges of the pathways, and upon the cracking edges of the brick windowsills, Frodo had made you a promise. You could see those bright, lively eyes peering at you from behind the top edge of his book, until he finally drops it down from his lap. With a mischievous grin, he grabs the apple you were fiddling with from your lap (’A token’, Pippin had stated as he rushed to hand it to you, ‘from Farmer Maggot’), and instead replaces the missing object with his own hand.

‘Y/n, do you think we will ever dare to leave this quiet countryside?’

Squeezing his fingers, you draw your knees up until they’re resting gently upon his own breeches. ‘Frodo, I must admit, I am afraid. What if we go out, swept away by the world, and come back not as ourselves, but as someone else? What if evil chooses to follow us, instead of the good in this world, and we find ourselves lost? I would like nothing more than the taste of adventure, but I too do not wish to lose the threads of this life, this beauty we have left here in the Shire.’

Frodo looks upon you for a moment, as if seeing something new within each glance. At first he frowns, obviously displeased with his conclusions, but then his eyes settle into their usual warm glow, homely, and his chest begins to puff with laughter. Finally settling himself, he reaches himself forward, your hand still grasping tightly onto his own, with a promise of never letting go. The touch is so slight, so fond upon your forehead, that for a moment you barely notice he has begun to speak.

‘Then I shall promise I will never leave your side. Wherever we go, we go together, and then we can never be lost. I believe it is our fate that one of us will always follow the other.’

And so you had found yourself trawling on behind Frodo, backpack a heavy burden on your small frame. You had watched him the entire time, the rise and fall of his cape as the six of you trekked onwards, something heavy beginning to weigh down his eyes, as if he already knew the unfairness of his fate. You had stayed by his side when the Witch-King stabbed Frodo at the Weathertop, crying out in pain with him. Holding him, comforting him, never leaving his side until he had reached the safe haven of the Elves.

It seemed as if he had been asleep for an age. Or, perhaps, his time spent healing had only hurt you so much, as it was the first instance you could remember being parted involuntarily from him.

You knew your brother Samwise was only trying to help, but your mind just couldn’t seem to focus on the words that kept tumbling heavily out of his mouth. Elrond had been and gone with his usual grace, Aragorn accompanying him in the guise of business, but in reality he was rather fond of you, and wanted to make sure you were holding up alright. Only Samwise had stayed with you, as you took a break from Frodo’s bedside and instead wandered out into the vast realm even you barely could have dreamt of as a child.

Starlight barely seemed to graze the luminescent beauty of the fortress, and despite your woes you couldn’t help but become distracted by the place. Sam had led you here, to a little nook he had discovered when he went off investigating down a certain passage past the winding staircase to the right - as he had said. The water below moved so smoothly below the garden bank, it was almost criminal to have it so covered by the bold trees and sickly smelling flowers that seemed so similar to home, it only increased your heartache.

‘You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said, have you sister? Now, don’t lie to me, I know by the way you’re scrunching your nose something serious is troubling you, and it’s not just all the blasted singing.’

Placing a foot up onto the stone cold bench, you turn to look at your brother with a half-hearted attempt at an amused grin. His smile seemed to falter at the look, and it only made you feel worse.

‘Don’t worry yourself, Samwise. You’ve already taken on more than you’re fair share. You shouldn’t trouble yourself with my silly thoughts.’

Sam humphed at this, a placated smile finding its way back on his face.

‘But I’m your brother! I’m always going to worry about you; I’ll always be here to lift your woes,’ he reaches out gently to wrap an arm around your shoulder and appreciate the view that expanded the depths in front of you. ‘And you can’t slip it past my eyes that your thoughts are about Master Frodo.’

You sigh and shake your head, letting your chin fall down to the floor. A spark of worry seems to dampen Sam’s normally honeyed eyes as he turns his head to look at you, but he knows better than to make it known. Instead, he allows you a moment to sit, and collect your thoughts until you were ready to speak. Despite the silence, neither of you had heard the whooping laughter of Merry and Pippin as they run and jump over to an awakening Frodo. Neither, had you heard Frodo gently push them off with a hug and alleviated heart, instead stating that he had to find you and lift your worry. In fact, neither of you had heard the gentle pit-pat of halfling feet as they wandered down the halls, confused, until they reached a certain staircase, and recognised a certain pouch of salt Samwise had accidentally dropped at the entryway.

‘This ring is already such an almighty weight. I do not wish to burden him further, with a feeling he may not even return. It would not be proper of me, to place my own feelings, my own selfishness, before him.’

‘And how exactly, may I ask, do you know he will not return them? Master Frodo is an honourable hobbit, sis, but he would also be a fool not to see how happy you two make each other.’

‘Yes, but love Sam. Love is another matter completely.’

Before Samwise even had time to fully open his mouth, Frodo had brushed past the willow tree overhanging the entrance to the hidden garden. Brushing a few cream petals from his curly locks, he stood looking at you with a beaming smile on his face.

‘Love, Y/n! Why, you happened to take the word straight out of my mouth.’

Sensing what was coming, Samwise chuckles as he stands up and leaves the two of you talk, patting his friend on the shoulder as he went. Frodo, instead, took his place next to you. It felt comfortable, familiar, all the beautiful things love should feel like as his thigh connected with yours.

For a moment, you couldn’t stop your mouth from stammering, and he just sat there without blinking, laughing at your expression. Finally, he reaches a finger up and places it under your chin, until your mouth has nowhere to be except in a straight line.

‘Frodo, I-’, you stammer out, but he stops you by placing his nose against your own.

‘You could never be a burden, Y/n. In fact, knowing you love me too is the only source of comfort I’ve had since we set out from the Shire.’

Pulling back, he takes your hand and places the two over his chest, covering the ring of power completely.

‘I don’t know what the dawn will bring, or what Gandalf will want of us, or even where we may end up on our adventure through Middle Earth, but I came up here because I was certain of one thing in my life. I love you as well.’

#lord of the rings #frodo baggins #sam gamgee #lotr imagine #lotr #frodo baggins imagine #frodo imagine #lord of the rings imagine #aragorn #bilbo baggins #merry and pippin #lotr fanfic #lotr fanfiction #frodo x reader #frodo baggins x reader

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that-one-juggalo · 2 years

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The name list (so far) that I keep in my notes app

Ziggy

Sterling

Rat

Art

Venus

Neptune

Saturn

Sage

Pluto

Moth

Leather

Red

Blue

Oreno (pronounced similar to Oreo)

Reno

Crane

Bandana

Jam

Paine (pronounced the same as pain)

Zelen

Cratz

Morbid

Cypher

Straight

Twig

Bloom

Cloudy

Fog

Ambre (pronounced the same as ombré)

Possum

Ink

Gray

Goop

Eden (pronounced as ‘ee den’)

Maggotz

Tourmaline

Quartz

Rag

Brance

Box

Nox

Syrup

Maple

Oak

Triangle

Agan (not pronounced as again)

Skull

Crystal

Ford

Wasp

Crayon

Crayola

Prism

Malachite

Citrus

Premier

Rendezvous

Kite

Lighter

Checker

Vee

Idle

Cedar

Sock

Scoop

Lemon

Bag

Clementine

Teeth

Owl

Lamp

Monarchy

French

Ram

Ranch

Mustard

Ketchup

Seven

Stick

Bug

Oil

Essential

Chem

Pisces

Capricorn

Texus

Tag

Pickle

Mitochondria

Rubber

Soap

Water

Aqua

Grass

Dirt

Ammonia

Soda

Leg

Whisper

Tombstone

World

Mold

Ghost

Choker

Necklace

Lace

Earring

Ear

Uterus

Papaya

Fetus

Bra

Fruit

Iced

Ice

Pants

Shirt

Button

Cuff

Ambulance

Hammer

Book

Note

Therapy

Doctor

Swiss

Cheese

Bacon

Apparatus

Car

Pen

Hollow

Alphabet

Shade

Desert

Cactus

Adore

Denim

Tab

Aux

Axel

Grime

Crime

Can

Periwinkle

Vail

Veil

Silver

Knit

Bucket

Rosemary

Marie

Crow

Raven

Corvid

Frog

Leo

Theodore

Sapphire

Magnus

Maddox

Bones

Bone

Chair

Moss

Ash

Asher

Friday

Thursday

Monday

Wednesday

Garden

Butters

Briar

Anise (pronounced ‘anees’)

Morrigan

Basil

Mush

Label

Satin

Bot

Boat

Thrash

Tin

Aire (pronounced ‘air’)

Tux

Smock

Smog

Bee

Jax

Jacks

Bug

Bugs

Buggy

Book

Carousel

Handle

Apollo

Hades

Merripen (pronounced ‘merry pen’)

Urith

Val

Kai

Storm

Overcast

Cyan

Alabaster

Alder

Atlas

Spider

Bear

Jackal

Finnic

Riot

Punk

Sorrow

Awe

Clover

Geode

Mud

Creek

Astro

Star

Comet

October

December

January

Pyro

Smoke

Ash

Flint

Nova

Coal

Fraise

Emerson

Johnson

Strange

Twist

Myre

Rigby

Thrash

Mosh

Pit

Peach

Sibil

Unice

Verian

Crisis

Trade

Bernard

Lizeth

Odet

Odere (pronounced ‘oh dear’)

Adele

Spruce

Atom

Flannel

Vision

Galac

Uni

Panel

Wind

Carpet

Bin

Straud

Thimble

Hand

Mushroom

Stem

Leaf

Root

Ransom

Zodiac

Transcript

Addic

Spec

Buzz

Pump

Pixel

Pixar

Lane

Unit

Spot

Traffic

Soil

Forensic

Hydro

Tramp

Clump

Wing

Stairs

Desk

Bilbo

Cryslis

Alister

Violet

Fin

Dal

Ginger

Snap

Crackle

Pop

Leopard

Track

Nail

Avery

Robbie

Ezekiel

Carlisle

Artie

Felix

Orion

Akeldama

Dyrk

Jezebel

Vinnie

Floyd

Avril

Zayn

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legolasoftherings · 4 years

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Masterlist

Here, you can find all of my stuff! Updated: 7/21/21

I have an Ao3!

+ = fluff * = angst ~ = series

Legolas:

She Chose Me +

Good Together *

The First Thing You See +

Violets +

Wildflower *+

Legolas x short!reader headcanon +

Thranduil:

More Than Good Enough +

Distracted +

Thorin:

Chance Meeting +

Kili:

Chocolate Chips +

Second Time ~ 1 2

Market Day +

Lost and Found +

Fili:

Chilly Cuddles +

Family Dinner +

Princess +

Platonic Fiki (x reader):

Flower Crowns +

Late Night Adventure +

Grocery Shopping Headcanon +

The Fellowship:

Fireworks Headcanon

Coffee Headcanon

The Company

Bofur, Bilbo and Thorin react to you coming out as a lesbian headcanon +

Found Family +

#lotr masterlist #hobbit masterlist #legolas x reader #thranduil x reader #kili x reader #fili x reader #thorin x reader #bofur x reader #bilbo x reader

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saelwen · 4 years

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The Last Dragon

Daenys Targaryen x Thranduil

Crossover: Game of Thrones and LOTR/Hobbit

Chapter8

Masterlist

Summary:After Daenerys death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost with out her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races.

Warnings: death, burning corpse

Words:2k

The cold wind was hitting my face, drying my tears a little. How could I be so stupid! Mother always taught me not let man's get in my head, taught me to be strong woman. And never be manhandled...Valar Morghulis...that’s what mother would say.

Me and Drogon been flying for hours, if not a day. I would be lying if I say that I know where am I, looking down I only saw trees and around us there is no sight of civilization. A sigh fell from my lips, I know we should stop and let Drogon rest but I'm afraid that any threat could go upon us when we were resting.

My thoughts were interrupted by a roar that Drogon let go, manifesting his tiredness “I know, my sweet friend...Let’s rest for a bit.” I look down and saw a small clearing, I order him to land there for a bit, so he could rest. Climbing off from his back, I pet his head “Stay here and rest. I will go see if there is any river nearby.” with that, I walk into the dense forest, looking for some water to drink.

After a while, I found a small river, with clear water. I sigh in relief and sat on my knees by the river bank. I begin drinking some water and when I was satisfied, I begin washing my hands and face. As I was cleaning my dry tears, I notice my reflection on the clear water. I look weak and tired, there was dark circles under my violet eyes, my brown skin was paler and my long silver hair was a mess from flying. Closing my eyes, my thoughts begin to drift back to the emotionless, cold face of Thranduil. The evil smirk that it formed on his face when he told me that I was a mere pretty thing to pass time...just to be use like a doll and throw away when he was finished playing it. Thorin was right. I shouldn’t trust on elves...

I look to the sky, seeing dark clouds begin forming, ready to let go a heavy rain. Standing up, I begin walking in the direction where I came from. Suddenly, a sound of heavy feet's hitting the ground grab my attention. I look at the direction where the noise came from and start follow it, passing through some bushes and trees. I stop where the ground ended, that lead me to a huge cliff, I look down and a small gasp escape from my mouth. Down below, a huge number of orcs marched, full of armor and all sorts of weapons, ready to attack. I look at the direction that they were marching for and my eyes widened. They are going to Erebor! Turning back, I run to where Drogon was, climbing to his back “Come on, Drogon! Those stubborn dwarfs and snobby elves need our help!” with that he jumps into the air, flapping his wings, flying us towards Erebor. I hope that I will arrive at time.

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(Thranduil P.O.V)

How did I get in this mess? Not only that stubborn dwarf king didn’t accept our deal, now his cousin came with his army. I let out a sigh and order my elk to move in front of my army, I yell the order to shoot, letting go a rain of arrows on the dwarf's army but two huge propellers like, clean all the arrows on the air and land on my army. Damn! Those dwarfs have more defense mechanisms than us, I order the first front the ready they shield as I see the dwarfs cavalry coming closer. I stay back, seeing my army killing those filthy dwarfs. I look to Bard, who was trying to calm down his people, “Stay put! Let my army finish them.” I say firmly, he only nods and continue calming his people along with Mithrandir and the halfling.

Suddenly the ground begins shaking, I look to Mithrandir “They have arrived!” he said with a firm voice. Oh no! There was a huge explosion as the giant's worms jump from the ground, letting the orc army come out. Dain begins shouting for his army to ready and form a wall with they shields.

My army stay still, ready for my orders. Mithrandir runs to me “King Thranduil! This is madness! You need to do something!” he yells to me. My heart beat begins beat faster, as everything around me goes slow motion. What have I done? I led my people into a battle that it didn’t concern us! Everything I do, only bring death and pain.

Suddenly, a loud roar grabbed my attention and of everyone even the orcs. Looking up, I couldn’t see almost nothing because of the sun light hitting my eyes but I saw a black figure, flying down to us. I heard Mithrandir and the halfling gasp and look to them with a confused look “I knew it that she wouldn’t turn her back to us!” the halfling said with excitement in his voice, Mithrandir nods and smiled proudly. Looking up again to the black figure, now closer I notice that was Daenys, with her beast. My eyes widened as her dragon blow the most part of the orc army, setting fire to the first row.

The people of Laketown begin cheering for they savior, Bard looks to me “I will led my people to Dale and try to take the rest of the people out of here!” with that he was gone, leading his people away from the battle.

The iron foot joins the battle, killing every orc that pass in front of them. Mithrandir grab his sword “Thranduil! You must help them!” he says as he starts running to the battle with the halfling close behind. Grabbing tightly the handler of my sword, “Attack!” I yell to my army, ordering my elk to move forward.

(Daenys P.O.V)

Most of the first row of the orc’s army was burning, I turn Drogon and ready for another attack. I notice that the dwarf army have joined the battle as well the elves, I led Drogon more into the orc’s army for not kill any dwarf or elf.

I look down and saw some cave trolls running towards the Dale town, ready to attack the people there. Grabbing tightly on Drogon spikes “Dracarys!” I said firmly, making him burn every monster near the town. A smirk grew on my face as I hear the screams of agony of the orcs and the trolls, smelling they skin burning. Looking down, I notice that Thorin is still inside of his precious mountain. Why isn’t he here, fighting with his people? Suddenly a huge rock flew pass through us, I look down and saw a troll with a catapult on his back, aiming at us. Fuck! Drogon dodged the second rock and flew towards the troll, grabbing him by the head with his claws and threw him in air, as he rips off the troll head.

After some time, setting fire to orcs and trolls, I order Drogon to land on the wall of Dale town. I order him to blow his fire forward, killing every orc that was running towards the town. I see Gandalf and Bilbo running to me “I’m glad that you’ve came!” Gandalf says with a smile, I return the smile “And when our lovely dwarf king while join the battle?” I ask sarcastically. Bilbo looks down a shamed by his friend actions, Gandalf sighs “I hope soon enough.” as he said those words, a huge gold bell blows the front entrance of Erebor. A small smile broke on my lips as I see the company running to battle, joining us. I look to Gandalf “You were right, Gandalf. As always.” a smirk form on his lips, Bilbo smiled but it disappeared as he notices Thorin, Dwalin, Fili and Kili climb the mountain on they goats “Where are they going?!” he asked worried. Gandalf frowns “To cut the snake head!” I look up and saw Azog on top of the mountain waiting for them.

I could go and help them but the people here need me, and I know that Thorin could beat Azog on the fight. The sound hooves hitting the floor grabbed my attention, and saw on the bridge Thranduil mounting an elk running to us. A small smile form on my lips as I see that he was okay.

As he was getting closer to the gate, the orcs shoot they arrows to the elk’s neck, killing it. Thranduil falls on the floor, I turn Drogon back and order him blow his fire on the orcs in front of Thranduil.

The orcs scream in horror and start running away in fear of Drogon, yelling to retreat. Thranduil looks to me and give me a little nod in thanks, then begins killing every orc that was near him. A sigh fell from me as I notice how he looks to me with a cold look. Moving my gaze to the top of the hill, I saw the rest of the orc’s army arriving. I look to Gandalf “I will take care of the rest of the army! Protect the people here!” with that Drogon fly us into the sky.

As we were getting closer, I notice the eagles flying with us and on top of one of them was Beorn. A smirk appears on my face “I thought that a bear couldn’t fly!” I yell to him. Beorn looks to me and roll his eyes, jumping out of the eagle and transforming into his bear form, landing on the orc’s army.

The eagles started diving down and killing the orcs, throwing them on the air and ripping of they heads. I order Drogon to also dive down and set fire to the orcs, blowing everything below us.

~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

The battle was won. Sauron army has fallen but they took with them the last line of Durin. I was standing beside Bilbo, hearing Gandalf speech on Thorin, Fili and Kili funeral. The iron foot, people of Laketown and even the Mirkwood elves were there, mourning the loss of the King of Lonely Mountain. A tear falls from down my cheek, I didn’t end good with Thorin but I know that he was a good man and during the trip we had good moments together.

I look down to Bilbo and saw that he was trying to clean his tears. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, he looks to me and I give him a sad smile. This will be hard for him...He have never witness death this close.

After the funeral, I walk to Drogon and pet his warm scales, making him purring “Ready to go home, old friend?” I ask him with a soft voice. His eyes left mine and look behind me. Confused by this I look back to see what he was looking at, my eyes widened as I see Thranduil standing there looking to me. He took a step forward “I see that you’re leaving...” he says with an awkward voice, looking to Drogon suspicious. I nod and let out a sigh “Yes...I’m going back to Gandalf cabin...” I say quietly, we stay there for a while in silence, trying to avoid our gaze.

After a while, he let out a long sigh “I’m sorry, Daenys....for everything I’ve said to you. I’m here to ask you if you want to stay in Mirkwood?...Your friend also can stay.” his voice came out weak, full of guilt. Do I want to return there? Knowing that I was just a mere thing to him! I close my eyes, I know that I want to stay there...”Okay...i will stay there for a while. Then I will return to Gandalf cabin.” a huge smile spread on Thranduil face, he was about hug me as I took a step back “As friends of course!...King Thranduil.” I say softly, with a firm look on my eyes. He looks down , trying to hide his disappointment “Of course, Lady Daenys!...Now should we go?” he ask a while offering me his hand, I nod and turn back, climbing Drogon back “I will meet you there, King Thranduil!” with that me and Drogon fly into the sky, leaving behind a sad elvenking.

I will be firm and don't let him enter in my heart ever again.

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Crushed Velvet Ch. 2

Genre: Vampire AU, Angst, Smut, Supernatural, Slight Fluff

Paring: Skylar x Jimin, Skylar x Yoongi, Skylar x Taehyung, Skylar x OT7

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: When is a monster no longer a monster? When you fall in love with it of course.

Chapters: 1

"What the fuck are you doing with a human girl Jimin? And why does she smell like that?”

The frustration in his voice was evident. Yoongi had an intense gaze set upon the poorly dressed young woman, devouring every single part of her with his mesmerizing eclipsed violet eyes. This caused a feeling of consternation to course through her body like electricity forcing her to stay frozen in her tracks. The tantalizing male, who looked as if he were some type of nobility, was capable of creating a completely contradicting feeling within Sky to stir. She was udderly terrified by him, although she couldn’t place her finger on why considering she wasn’t nearly as intimidated by Jimin or his protégés—even after almost being consumed by Taehyung. However, even with the fear that Yoongi invoked, she was incredibly drawn to him and couldn’t help but ogle at the sight.

“We can discuss all of this over a glass of wine, how does that sound? I have a beautifully aged Domaine de la Romanée-Conti just waiting to be opened.” Jimin offered swiftly.

“I’m not one of your little toys that you can just win over with some wine and sweet talk but I will take you up on the offer. You have a couple of hours to explain to me what the hell is going on and why you’ve kept me ill informed. I swear you have a death wish, Park Jimin.”

Jimin was incredibly smooth. The way he spoke, the way he dressed, he had the vibe of a classy english man from the eighteen hundreds. Even the way he walked with such confidence and sex-appeal, made Sky exasperated with him simply because she didn’t want to give in to the temptation of vampires. This is what they were designed for after all; seduction and allurement. It was something that she wanted to restrain from. She had so many thoughts running through her head right now, especially after witnessing the rage directed at her presence that came from the most hostile yet beautiful creature she had ever laid eyes upon. Frustrated by her conflicted feelings, Sky turned around and closed her bedroom door, making sure to lock it behind her before crawling into bed and shutting her tired eyes for a well deserved rest. Even a short sleep where she could get a brief escape from the evening’s chaos would be better than nothing. Sky forcefully shut her eyes, coaxing herself to sleep, attempting to separate herself from her external environment.

Just as her body began to relax she heard a familiar voice sounding from the closet.

“Damn Sky, you look awfully delicious in that nightie of yours. Mind if I get a closer look?”

Rattled, Sky hopped out of bed and flicked a lamp on only to see Taehyung standing in the frame of the closet with a smug grin on his face.

“Tae, I swear to satan if you try anything I'm going to scream for Jimin to get in here and kick your bloodsucking ass.”

“Why not just scream for me instead?” Tae mused can crossing his arms against his broad chest as he leaned nonchalantly against the closest frame.

“You’re disgusting." Sky scoffed, "How long have you been in here anyway?”

Unaffected by the girls jab, Taehyung continued on with his bashful commentary. “Long enough to see you slip into that sexy little nightdress you're wearing and to see the way Jimin touched your back. Before you get all comfortable here there are some things that you should know about our ‘courteous’ leader.” Taehyung warned and Sky knew she should hear him out but she wanted to give the elder vampire the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m sure I'll find out in due time but right now I'd like you to get the fuck out of my room, I'd prefer to sleep peacefully without feeling like I'm either going to have your fangs in my throat or something somewhere else when I wake up. Goodnight.”

Her hand grabbed the taunting young man by the shoulders and forced him out of the bedroom with blunt force. He giggled at how bold she was getting even after the incident outside of the bar, this comfortability made him admire her a little bit more. Taehyung was beginning to feel things that weren't associated with his normal overbearing hunger, causing him to experience a whirlpool of feelings about the entire reality of having her around.

Meanwhile the two rival vampires were sitting in the common room discussing the series of events that had taken place.

“So what would you like to discuss, Yoongi?” Jimin asked, peering over the rim of his wine glass before taking a sip of the bitter substance.

“Can you not play dumb? Can we start with Jungkook and what you're going to do about his control? And don't get me started on Taehyung, he needs to give up that goddamn attitude and reckless behaviours he has, he's like a child searching for attention.”

“Well firstly, Jungkook is only a newblood, I'm sure you remember what it was like when you first transitioned Yoongi. Its hard but he knows when he does something wrong. You need to be patient with him, if not he's going to retaliate and it could be incredibly dangerous for all of us.”

“And Taehyung? He seems to be the chaotic driving force in all of this and he's an instigator. Jungkook wouldn't have half of the trouble if that little shit wasn't pushing him. And where exactly are you during all of these excursions those boys have? Actually let me guess, probably fucking some slut unworthy of our time.”

“Do you actually expect me to follow those two everywhere? That's simply not going to happen and there's no one else who can look after them. You have to take into consideration that Tae doesn't know his bloodline, doesn't know why he's here and doesn't know who he is. At least the rest of us are aware of our comings, I don't exactly blame him for his actions.”

“And what about the little tramp you have in the room upstairs? Is she just another casual fuck for you to toy with? I'd love to know all about that scent she’s putting off.”

“Well honestly Yoongi I can't answer that which is why she's here. What I do know is that she has to be involved with vampires, maybe even have some kind of history with us. She smells of virgin but it's something stronger, it's intertwined with the scent of a newblood or even a hybrid. It's not purely human and I need answers.”

“Well until you get those answers, don't bring her around me. Figure out what you have to but I want absolutely nothing to do with such filth. And as for those two boys, get them under control. If you fail, then I'm going to take them both and discipline them myself.”

“You must be forgetting a vital piece of the puzzle Yoongi, Jungkook is mine. I turned him and now he's bonded to me. This automatically makes Tae a part of the equation as well since those two come in a pair. If you so much as dare lay a hand on either of them, I swear I will end you.”

After the heated conversation between the two men concluded, Yoongi stood from his chair, sipping back the last of the wine before storming away. He stopped in the doorway and looked over his shoulder, glancing at the room where Skylar was peacefully dreaming. He could hear her deep breaths and the pulsating of her heart. The scathing immortal felt an unfamiliar feeling sweep over him, it was a tranquility that made him incredibly uneasy. He followed through with exiting the estate but the image of this young woman became ensnared in his reverie.

“Come on Sky, get your lazy ass out of bed we’re going on an adventure.” Taehyung said as he charged through the doors of the sleeping woman’s room.

“Didn’t I lock this door?” It wasn’t so much of a question as it was a statement, rubbing her eyes at the light that was now attacking her retinas. Sky was filled with annoyance at this dammed boy who just couldn't seem to give her any privacy.

“Oh babe, a locked door means absolutely nothing in a house full of vamps, so learn to love it.”

She audibly sighed and glanced up at the young man. He looked— normal? His hair was slightly dishevelled and he was dressed like a casual guy in his twenty’s. His distressed dark wash jeans were rolled at the ankles, accented with his cherry red Doc Martens while sporting a basic white v-neck tee. Her eyes fixed on his form, she could visibly see through the white material as he stood in the direct morning light that casted though the large window in her room. The way he looked right now; so normal, so alive, it made her attentiveness wander to the way he pressed his lips against hers a couple of nights ago. She shook herself out of it, tightly shutting her eyes and and grabbing her large-framed glasses and placing them on her face.

“Alright Bilbo what adventure are we going on today then?”

The fact that she agreed to his plans for the day got the man incredibly excited. He hopped on the bed next to Sky causing her to jump up in surprise at his swiftness.

“We’re going cliff-diving. It’s absolutely beautiful outside today and it’ll be fun. I can show you one of the best views in South Korea, its about a thirty minute hike from here and you’ll love it. Hey, you can take your camera for your blog!”

She was confused as to why he was being so ordinary with her, wondering if he genuinely wanted to spend time with her or if it was a ploy to get her alone in order to finish what he started when they first met last week. She quickly brushed that idea to the side, she knew that Jimin would most likely kill him if he were to try and feed on her. Regardless of that possibility she loved swimming and it would be a perfect article for her blog and there could potentially be some fantastic shots of the scenery here.

Sky climbed out of bed and prompted Tae to leave so she could get ready for the day. Luckily, Jimin was courteous enough to let her grab her suitcase from the hotel before taking off so she had everything she’d need. The eager young woman picked out her favourite hiking clothing and quickly threw it on. Unfortunately a bathing suit wasn’t something she had remembered to pack so she’d have to jump in clothed but that didn’t matter much to her. She sauntered into her ensuite bathroom to wash up and throw on some makeup. She looked at herself in the mirror intently, looking at every flaw with great concentration. Grabbing her makeup bag, she pulled out her foundation applying to every area precisely to conceal what she was so focused on. There was a faint sound of bedsprings squeaking in the room so she peered out of the bathroom door only to see Jimin sitting there with his legs crossed, smiling his beautiful smile directly at her.

‘Why are all these fucking vampires so goddamn sexy’ she thought to herself as she caught herself eyeballing the princely leader. She redirected her attention and smiled her half-smile at the man who was quite comfortable on her bed.

“Well good morning beautiful, did you sleep well? I know Taehyung has been quite bothersome but honestly that boy just enjoys fooling around and truthfully, I think he’s just trying to get a rise out of you. But listen, if he becomes too overbearing I need you to let me know because I’ll handle it for you okay sweetheart?”

“What did I say about pet names?” Sky replied in annoyance.

“Sorry, force of habit. Most of the women I take home love being called affectionate names, it’s proven to be incredibly popular.”

“So you’re basically trying to get me into bed by calling me generic names? How on earth do you get so many girls to fuck with you?”

“The words that are coming out of your mouth are far too vulgar for a girl like you to be uttering. Stop using such profanity or I’ll give you a reason to.”

“Oh no, Jimin’s going to punish me. I’m trembling.” Her response was incredibly sharp and it actually got to Jimin which is a rare feat.

“You’re starting to sound exactly like Taehyung and I definitely don’t need another one of those around. Why are you all dressed and carrying a backpack? Where are you heading.”

“Well actually, Taehyung and I are going cliff diving today and it’s a short hike so I needed to be prepared. I’m really excited, is the view really that beautiful?”

“You’re going into the woods alone with him? That’s not very clever of you don't you realize it's the perfect place for him to feed? Also, aren’t you nervous of him? I could just take you out somewhere nice if you wanted? We could go get a meal at one of the best restaurants or maybe take in a show?”

“Tae doesn’t scare me, honestly I’m actually beginning to tolerate his company. Plus he likes adventures, as do I, so we can get along in that aspect. And I think he genuinely fears what you’d do to him if he tried anything with me so it will be fine.”

“Alright, well just be careful ok? But I’d still like to schedule some time with you, I know little to nothing about the beautiful Sky so it’d be nice to get better acquainted.”

Jimin stood up and straightened out his grey pullover sweater. It was astonishing how attractive these creatures became to Sky when they dressed more and more casually. She couldn’t help but feel as if they were a group of young college guys that she shared a building with. They were just so desirable but little did she know they all thought the exact same thing about her.

The eldest vampire bid his farewells to his estates new occupant as he exited the bedroom, a concealed frustration on his alluring face. He hated how acquainted she was getting with Taehyung and it sparked a jealousy within him. Jimin was possessive, he didn’t fussy either of the boys developing a relationship of any sort with the girls he brought home -- even if they were just a simple fuck. When Sky mentioned her endeavours for the day every single one of his insides twisted. The only thing he wanted to do was grab her by her soft curves, throw her underneath him and show her which suitor she should really invest her time in. Only It just wasn’t quite the time do something like that just yet. He swallowed his burning desire and continued to walk out of the oblivious young woman’s room. The princely creature swept his hair back from his eyes, he was overwhelmed with lust and jealousy due to his dominant nature but he decided to brush those feelings aside for the time being.

“Hey, move your ass! Aren’t vampires supposed to be quick on their feet?” Sky taunted the immortal who was following behind her up the cliff.

“Oh we are, but I prefer the view from behind much better.” He responded with a snarky grin before swiftly joining her side which startled her, causing her to trip as strong hands held her steady.

Skylar looked up at Tae’s face. It looked so beautiful in the the sunlight and this was the first time she’d really gotten to take in his features up close and for once there was absolutely nothing threatening about it. He simply looked like a gorgeous young man, someone that girls would swoon over and would vote as the ‘best looking’ in high school. His eyes were bright and lively today while his silver hair reflected the warmth of the sun, making it shift to a slightly softer shade as opposed to the icy appearance it normally had. Everything about him made her want to lean her face in closer to his but she opted to pull away and steady herself, continuing the hike to find their diving spot.

“So are you nervous? It's a long way down babe.”

“Tae stop calling me babe or I'll slap the shit out of you.”

As they approached the top of the cliff, the luscious vegetation that they had been trekking through opened up to display a beautiful sight of the sun’s mirrored image on the serene waters in front of them. In awe, Sky pulled out her camera and got a few shots while Tae was observing her discretely. He started to remove his shift, exposing his toned form, pale skin looking soft in the heat and he smiled at Sky, prompting her to shed her own clothing and get ready for their leap from the cliff.

“I don’t have a bathing suit so I’m gunna have to jump in with my clothes on, does it get very cold as the day goes on?”

“Do you plan on walking all the way back in dripping wet clothing? Keep in mind we forgot our towels to dry you off. You could catch a cold. Are you sure you wanna do this?”

‘Fuck it’ she thought to herself as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off, exposing her black embroidered boy-short underwear. Tae’s eyes opened widely in surprise at her boldness before he broke out into laughter.

“Oh my god Sky, I knew you weren’t like most girls but really? You don’t even own a sexy pair of underwear.”

“Shut up Tae, they have lace and embroidery on them, plus they’re crazy comfy. Sorry I’m not exposing my asscheeks to you.” She snapped back as she grabbed at the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head as the ‘young’ man ogled at her black lacy bra. When Sky threw her shirt to the ground she noticed him staring and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

“Can you please not look at me like that, it makes me very uncomfortable.”

“I know that we had an interesting start Sky but I’m not going to hurt you or do anything that would upset you, I promise. I’m actually quite fond of you. You’re lovely, don’t hide away from me.”

He walked up to her looking at her intently. There was a connection between the two, it was something that was evident almost instantly after she moved into the estate, so naturally the two had a sense of familiarity right away. He grabbed her and threw her on his back, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs secure around his hips as he held her tightly. He started walking towards the edge of the cliff and slowly began to quicken his pace into a run. As they approached the fall, Sky shut her eyes tightly.

“Sky you need to look, you’re going to miss the view.”

As she opened her eyes he leaped from the cliff, falling towards the crystal clear water. A smile lit up on the young woman who was purely intoxicated with adrenaline and excitement. She was experiencing a rush that she’d never felt in all of her twenty years of living. It was like an out-of-body notion that felt electric.

The pair entered the chilled water smoothly, not interrupting its serenity too much. She let go of Tae and began to swim to the surface. When Sky emerged she didn’t see the boy and got incredibly concerned, looking around frantically until he popped up directly behind her, making her yelp as he had frightened her.

“For christ’s sake, don’t scare me like that, I thought you had drowned or something.”

“Sky… are you forgetting what I am? We don’t ‘drown’.”

“Right, oops. I have trouble remembering that you’re not just some twenty-year old fuckboy that I’m used to dealing with.”

“To say the least.” He giggled at her oblivious nature. It was endearing to him.

The handsome vampire grabbed her by the hand and swam back to shore, climbing out of the water. She couldn’t stop staring at him, dripping wet as the light perfectly highlighted the contours of his torso. He swept his hair out of his eyes, revealing the entirety of his gorgeous face. What she failed to notice, due to her focus on him, was that he was focusing on her just as much. He couldn’t help but stare at every curve of her body, she was flawless and he felt a rush of desire surge through him, it was a feeling he was never able to distinguish as he had never partaken in sexual activities prior. He had always confused lust with hunger but right now he knew exactly what needed.

Sky similarly felt magnetized to him. She enjoyed his company, looking at him, but she didn’t feel an emotional attraction to him. However, she did feel a powerful sense of lustfulness towards the immortal, a feeling she’d felt for many men but never this intense. The two exchanged a poker face when in reality they were both mentally fucking one another. Sky decided to brush it off and start climbing towards where she’d left her things and Taehyung followed, both ignoring the moment they just had at the edge of the water. They got to the top of the cliff once again and Tae grabbed her shirt from the ground tossing it over his shoulder.

“I think I like you better shirtless.”

“Are we really doing this right now, can I just get dressed please.” Sky was annoyed with him, not only for taking her shirt but because of the sexual frustration this man was causing her to have.

“If you want it I suggest you come get it.” he replied as she took off with her shirt down into the trails.

Sky immediately chased after him through the pathways in the trees until she suddenly lost sight of the boy when he turned off the trail. She wouldn’t dare follow any further as she knew she’d end up getting lost. The disoriented girl stood there for a moment as she got her bearings back.

“Tae, please come here with my shirt. I don’t know my way back.” She tried to sound calm, but in reality she was feeling a sense of fear sweep over her as she realised her situation.

“Are you afraid?” She heard Tae’s voice whisper from the trees.

“You said you wouldn’t do anything to upset me, well you are right now.”

“So you are afraid. As you should be considering what I’m about to do to you.”

As he emerged from the trees he walked towards the frightened girl, watching her face warp in distress. She didn’t know what to expect from him, she just stood there paralyzed.

“I promised I wouldn’t hurt you and if there‘s one thing you should know about me it’s that I keep all of my promises.”

He reassured her as he grabbed her by the waist and planted an aggressive kiss onto her soft lips, pressing her against a large tree as his body pressed into hers. She reciprocated the kiss and moaned softly into his mouth. Every ounce of distress she was experiencing escaped her body as she felt his strong hands on her hips. The kisses began to deepen and quicken as both tongues fought for dominance. Tae bit down on her bottom lip and stared directly into her eyes causing her body to flare up and her cheeks to turn bright red as she realized that the pair were still only wearing dripping wet underwear. There was very little fabric separating the two bodies from intertwining with each other and she wanted to remove that barrier.

Sky lifted her hands to unclasp her bra as he slapped them away, ripping the bra clean off of her chest. Taehyung trailed his aggressive kisses down to her soft breasts, leaving his mark wherever he felt it necessary as he attacked her chest. Sky gripped her fingers into his messy wet hair as he trailed even lower to her waist, gripping the sides of her boyshort underwear and pulling them to the ground. Tae lifted one of her legs over his shoulder to create better access.

“Fuck Sky, you’re so wet.”

Before she could respond she was cut off by the sensation of the his tongue pressing against her little bundle of nerves, sending her into euphoria. She tipped her head back against the tree as Tae inserted a finger inside of her as he continued to circle her clit with his tongue. He began creating a ‘come hither’ motion with his digit inside of her, hitting her g-spot repeatedly. She was moaning so loudly at this point that she was nearly screaming as she felt her walls start to tighten around his fingers.

“Tae don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” she said between shaky breaths.

“Not yet you’re not.” he said before pulling his finger out and standing up to face her. He licked her juices off of it while keeping eye contact with her the whole time. This made her even more red than she already was from the pleasure she had just experienced.

The immortal young man gripped at his boxer shorts, pulling them down as his hard member was released from it’s uncomfortable confinement. He grabbed both of her thighs, picking her up and she wrapped her legs around his body. Tae positioned himself at her entrance and looked at her for approval. Sky nodded in agreement and he thrusted into her. Her eyes welled up at the initial pain she felt from having Taehyung inside of her. He held himself there for a moment until she had adjusted to his size before slowly rolling his hips against hers, replacing the pain she had felt with pure ecstasy.

“Sky you’re so tight, you feel so good around my cock.”

She gripped at his shoulders for support as the animalistic thrusts became quicker and harder, making her scream his name in pleasure. You would never guess that these two had both been virgin’s prior considering how amazing they could make each other feel. It were as if Tae had been possessed by some sex god with how precise his movements were. That was until the faint scent of blood passed his nose.

He knew the scent was coming from Sky and it took everything in him not to give in to the aroma. He continued fucking her against the tree while the scent lingered in the air, making the beast inside of him break out. He began circling her clit with his finger to quicken her orgasm as he continued pressing himself into her. His thrusts became sloppy as he got closer to his orgasm and he felt her walls tightening around his member as well.

“Cum for me Sky. I give you permission.”

As he whispered into her ear, her vision blurred and she felt herself escape from her body as she rode out her orgasm while he filled her with his warmth. When he pulled his finger away from her folds, he seen the crimson color that coated it. Skylar was oblivious to what had happened and he quickly had to do something about it. He pulled out of her and got on his knees to clean her up. He wanted to save her from embarrassment, he didn’t want to make losing her virginity even worse and he also needed to do something about the blood. He kept his composure and using his tongue, cleaned away everything, including the blood. His hunger nearly took over and he would’ve torn her apart, but there was something preventing him from doing that. He couldn’t bear to hurt her, plus he made a promise. A promise that he intended to keep.

When he finished getting rid of the mess he laid back on the grass, grabbing sky to lay next to him. The duo relaxed in silence as they caught their breath and stared at the clouds.

“Well now I don’t have a bra to wear home, thank you for that.”

“Bra’s are lame anyway.”

Sky giggled at him, she sat up and grabbed her boyshorts to put on and threw his boxers on his chest.

“We should go get our things, the sun will start to set soon and I fear Jimin may get worried.”

Taehyung was concerned as to why she cared about Jimin but he didn’t question it. She reached down and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him to his feet so they could head to the opening where their stuff was in order to get dressed and head back to the house. Taehyung couldn’t stop looking at her, even after what just occurred in the woods they were the same. There was no tension, no awkwardness, nothing had changed. It felt as if it was something that they just do, it didn’t mean anything and there were no strings attached and he loved the idea of fucking her whenever they felt like it without anything involved. Sky had the exact same notion and was incredibly pleased with the idea of having Tae whenever she wanted it.

“Hey Jimin, we’re home! Tae didn’t kill me luckily.”

As the two entered the front doors with Tae’s arm draped over the dishevelled girls shoulder, Jimin and Jungkook smelled something strange coming from them both. It was the scent of sex, the scent of someone being fucked. Jimin filled with rage while Jungkook; a sense of curiosity. Sky wandered up to her room to take a long bath while Tae stayed in the common room with the other vampires.

“You fucked her didn’t you? How much compelling did you have to do? Or did you just rape her?” Jimin snarled at his protégé.

“Don’t you ever accuse me of raping her Jimin. I may be impulsive and reckless but I’d never hurt Sky, shes the only other person around besides JK that I actually enjoy the company of.”

“Yeah well I know damn well she didn’t let you inside of her that easily. Was it consensual?”

“Yes.”

Jimin walked over to the liquor cupboard, grabbed a bottle of whisky and stormed to his quarters, slamming the door in anger.

“I think you struck a nerve in the boss, Tae.”

“That’s something I have a knack for apparently. Jungkook, why do you think he’s so angry?”

“Well honestly I think he wanted to take her virginity, he brings women home all the time for a good fuck but rarely are they ever virgins. Plus she’s kind of part of the family now considering how much she knows about us. She lives with us for God’s sake.”

“He’ll get over it.”

Skylar was drawing up her bath when she heard the door to her room shut. She turned around to see a flustered Jimin staring at her with anger in his eyes while she was simply wrapped in a towel. Jumping up, she held her towel in place so that it wouldn’t fall from her sudden movement, exposing her to the intimidating man that was glaring at her. He walked up to her and kept walking until her back was against the wall of the bathroom. He slammed his hand against the wall, his face just inches from hers.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow night.”

Her eyes widened at his proposition considering how aggressive he had appeared just moments ago. Now he was asking for… a date?

“I’m not going on a date with you Jimin.”

“I never said it was a date, I just want to spend some time with you, let’s go get sushi tomorrow.”

“You eat human food?”

“I eat fish but that’s it. So what do you say?”

“Fine, but it’s not a date.”

His face lit up as he flashed his enchanting smile at her before leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“Now turn the bath water off before you make a mess and I’d have to punish you.”

The water was about half of an inch away from the rim so she lunged over to the faucet to turn it off, and when she turned around the vamp was gone. Sky sighed in frustration and dropped her towel to the floor, climbing into the hot water.

What have I gotten myself into...

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letaliabane · 7 years

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Understanding (Care For Series)

Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (a pretty short one too lol) + Gandalf being a sweet fatherly figure

Genre: Arguing, Angst, Fluff

Prompt/s: “Are you okay?” + “ Just how stupid do you think I am?”

A/N: Hello everyone! I thought I would write a few imagines from the Hobbit with Thorin x reader feels, and maybe even other characters if I get the extra time. Hope your all taking care of yourselves, and I apologise for not posting a lot, year 12 is taking the kick out of me and need a way to chill. If you wish to request, please do but it will take me a while to attend to them. Enjoy!| Inspiration:thereandbackagainimagines

Masterlist + Hobbit Masterlist

‘Y/N, may I introduce you to Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of this company and the heir to Erebor’s throne.’ I couldn’t help but smile at the dwarf, aged but still the stoic image of a true leader.

With a small smile, I gave a bow, ‘I am at your service your Majesty, and would be humbled to join your quest.’ Thorin was silent, his eyes roving over my form before turning to Gandalf. ‘She’s not welcome to join us.’

I was flabbergasted. ‘Um-I-uh-Beg pardon-What?’

‘She can’t come with us and thats final!’ I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the stubbornness of the King under the Mountain . Gandalf was, and had been a good friend to me, someone who had taught and advised me for many years of my life, and on a visit to Bree, he requested that I should join his quest alongside the desperate dwarf King to reclaim his home.

Usually I would deny his requests to join him on many of his journey’s, but after hearing the stories of these dwarves losing their home all over the greediness of a single dragon made me tremble, and agreed immediately. However I was now coming to regret that decision and sympathy towards them, especially their so called King.

‘Thorin be reasonable now! This woman is giving up her own safety to help you reclaim your home! Don’t you have any gratitude left to show?!’ Gandalf cried, only to be met with Thorin’s scoff, some of his company members chuckling, ‘And why should I be grateful accepting the help from a miserable human like you.’

‘You should accept all the help you can get, wasn’t it your own kind who believed this journey wasn’t even worth the time and didn’t come to your aid?! Huh?!’ At this they all went silent, Thorin’s lips now in a firm, tight line as I turned towards the wizard who towered over me, ‘Do you really expect that I’m going to help a ungrateful arrogant dwarf like him Gandalf? Think again!’

‘My dear please, lets speak about this-’

‘Let her go Gandalf!’ Thorin bellowed as he went into the sitting room without turning, ‘Good riddance if you ask me.’

The dwarves went silent at their leader’s exclamation, some casting dirty look towards him. With a growl of anger, I pushed past Gandalf and the little hobbit who scrambled out of my way as I slammed the door of him once cosy home open.

I never should have left home, I thought to myself. This is what I get when I want to try and help others.

With home the only set destination, I continued my way down the path, ignoring the distant voices that called my name, only to stop when a firm hand grabbed my arm, twisting me around to face the blond bearded dwarf, a brunette also standing by his side, Fili and Kili I think it was.

‘I apologise for our Uncle’s bad behaviour. I know he can be a bit of a pain … at times.’ I scoffed. ‘At times?’

The blond one just smiled at this, shaking his head, ‘Well maybe a lot. But he has his good side too like everyone does. He’s gone through quite a lot in the past few years. I guess he just has a lot of trouble trusting other races other than his own kin.’

‘I can see that!’ I say, running a hand through my hair with a huff, ‘Well I know when I’m not welcome to a party. I reckon I should get going I lose the light of the sunset-’

‘Well that’s the thing, we - saying me and my brother Fili - would like you to join our journey to the mountain.’ I looked towards them quickly, confusion painting my features as he just smiled, ‘I know you must be confused, but were not like our uncle. We would like all the help that we can muster, especially the intelligence of another species.’

‘Are you trying to flatter me?’

‘Well don’t they say flattery is the best persuasion?’ Fili knocked his brother over the head, muttering in Khuzdul only to earn him a groan and I couldn’t help but smile at this, shaking my head, ‘Very well I’ll join you if that’s what you want!’

Once we returned to the hobbit’s home, Gandalf smiled broadly at the sight of me, coming over to me instantly and bringing me close, ‘I knew you would return Y/N.’

‘And how did you know that?’

‘You always have the taste to help others.’ I couldn’t help but smile at this, his hearty chuckle ringing in my ears, ‘Your heart is one of kindness, there is a stubborn woman in there, and yet no matter the situation, you always put the needs of others first.’

‘Do I Gandalf? And yet I feel like this will all but mean nothing when its over, and I will be tossed aside and be seen as a useless waste of space-’

‘Y/N no, you will not,’ He gasped as he grasped my hands into his own, ‘Eventually the dwarves will become accustomed to journeying alongside you. Just have patience my dear, and all will fall into place.’ I sighed at his words with a nod, smiling once again when he spoke once more, ‘And besides, the stubbornness of dwarves drives me mad too.’

Our laughs echoed through the home of Bilbo Baggins, and without my realisation, Thorin was watching intently at the scene.

When Bilbo decided to join the company, we journeyed long and hard on our first day, sticking close to the hobbit and two dwarf brother, making the trip more enjoyable as they told stories of their young days as well of about the other dwarves. I don’t know another time when I laughed so much. And when the sky began to take the colour spring violets, Thorin (finally) decided we should stop to set up camp on the side of a cliff face within a small alcove.

After setting up my bedroll for the night, I decided to assist Bofur and Bombur with dinner, cutting up the vegetables and meat, passing around the bowls of broth once done. As I made my way over to the two brothers and Bilbo, I caught the last of Kili’s protest to Thorin who, as usual, had a large frown painted on his face, ‘Really, we didn’t mean anything by it Uncle!’

‘No, you didn’t. You know nothing of the world!’ He grumbled before pushing past me roughly, almost sending my dinner to the floor. Before I could retaliate, Balin, one of the kinder and older dwarves, gripped my arm quickly, ‘Let him go darlin, Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs than anybody else does.’

‘Why? Because he hates everything that lives and breathes beside his own race?’ I said as I sat myself between Kili and Bilbo. Balin sighed, ‘I know he may seem harsh dearie, but he’s gone through some terrible experiences, especially in his youngling years. Things no one should ever have to experience in his lifetime.’

‘What do you mean Balin?’ I say, the gears in my mind ticking in curiosity at what had harden the heart of the King under the Mountain so much. And thats when he revealed not only Thorin’s story, but his own.

‘Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs. After the dragon took the Lonely Mountain, King Thror tried to reclaim the ancient dwarf kingdom of Moria.

But our enemy had got there first. Azog, the Defiler. The giant Gundabad Orc had sworn to wipe out the line of Durin. He began by beheading the King.

Thrain, Thorin’s father, was driven mad by grief. He went missing, taken prisoner or killed, we did not know. We were leaderless. Defeat and death were upon us.

That is when I saw him: a young dwarf prince facing down the Pale Orc. And Azog, the Defiler, learned that day that the line of Durin would not be so easily broken.’

My thoughts began to drift as Balin continued to tell the story of the Battle of Moria. Kili and Fili watched with admiration and excitement at the tale, at adventure and the adrenaline pumping thought of fighting.

But all I could sense from the tone of the elder’s voice was pain. Years of pain endured, from the moment of battle to suffering the great grief of such a loss. I glanced towards Thorin who stared up at the moon at the edge of the cliff, but I knew he had to be listening in on the story, and this was confirmed when he turned towards us at Balin’s final words.

‘And I thought to myself then in that instance, there is one who I could follow. There is one I could call King …’

At the realisation that their leader had turned towards them, the company who too had been listening in, turned away, all muttering amongst themselves. I watched as Thorin, almost shaken-like, pushed past the vast bushes and trudge deeper into the forest. I couldn’t ignore this, and with once glance towards the others, took off after him.

‘Thorin wait!’ He froze at the sound of my voice, turning to face me as I tried to gasp for breath hastily. For a dwarf, he sure was fast. ‘Yes, what do you want?’

Once I had gained my breath back, I looked up at him, only to find his features strained, almost as if he was struggling to hide his emotions, ‘Well, I just wanted to make sure if you were okay … Are you okay?’

‘What makes it any of your business to stick your nose into mine?’ He said with a sense of firmness and arrogance behind it. I could only sigh, ‘How about because I want to make sure that our leader is okay?’

‘Well its none of your business! Why don’t you go and bother somebody with your emotional support? Or in fact leave everyone alone!’ Okay, now he really was getting on my nerves. Just as he pushed past me once more, I exploded. ‘What is your problem Thorin?!’

Once again he froze at the sound of my agitated tone, turning slowly only to sight the real anger painted upon my face. ‘I get that you are battling your own battles but we all are! I thought through the many wars that you have faced that you would’ve at least learned how cruel and short life can be that you would make friendships and actually make them work.’

His eyes widened, ‘What do you-Just how stupid do you think I am woman?!’

‘I think of no such thing Thorin! But I think you’ve got your head so far up your ass to see how much you are putting at stake all because of your arrogance and stupidity! You might as well lose the company that you have worked oh so hard to build!’

At this I finally sighed, taking a few steps forward towards him, ignoring how he stepped away, ‘See, your scared to show your emotions, and that can be as dangerous as having an enemy as sitting amongst your company. Look at your nephews and Balin for example, they know how much you’ve been through, at Moria and else where, and how much your really hurting and wish they could read through your thick exterior! All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t push your loves ones away … Please heed my words …’

Thorin just huffed, turning away. With a loud grunt, I took the opportunity to push past him roughly, making him even stumble as he watched me stomp away. ‘Sometimes I wish I could strangle him!’ I muttered under my breath as I entered camp again, many of the dwarves turning at the sound of the commotion. I grabbed the blanket from my bedroll as Thorin appeared from out of the bushes, making Gandalf look between us, but I ignored this as I shouted out to the others, ‘Get some rest! I’m taking first watch!’

NEXT (Mistook) or Care for Series or Masterlist

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yugihell · 7 years

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Fic (3 Things Series, Part 4): illumine

Writing Prompts

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! DM  Rating: T  Pairing: Dark Magician x Blue Eyes White Dragon (Signatureshipping)

 Series: 3 Things

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8)

4) Fireworks, a broken clock, a toast

The bottom of the magician’s staff gently nudges his wing. He makes a noise of apology and tries to keep them still while he reads. He reads a few words before turning to look at the clock again. 11 o’clock. He tries again. A few more words. Back to the clock. Still 11 o’clock. By the fifth run through this exercise, the staff prods his wing again. He looks at the magician, sleepy and exasperated, with his own book on his knees, and his wing stops jittering. Another apology.

He doesn’t know how the magician can be so tired at a time like this. He should be all excited and bouncy and full of magic, ready to celebrate. He points at the clock with his claw in case he’s forgotten why they’re here. The magician rolls his eyes and closes his book with a snap.

He puts it to the side, and shuffles over on the mat without getting up. He leans against him, between him and the book, one hand pillowing his head, the other pulling the book towards him. The magician appears to read a few lines, before tilting the front cover up for a look.

It’s one of his stranger finds. Odd things turn up in his little forest or on his mountain all the time. Some monsters like trading things - which is how he gets most of his books, but not this one. It has monsters in it he hasn’t heard of before - which isn’t in itself strange, but it’s the way it is written that’s unlike anything else. The characters’ thoughts are described, which is normal, but then they seem to know exactly what each other’s thoughts were, even really complicated ones - but only if they have the two marks at the beginning and end. This was called ‘speaking’. The magician is reading again, and, tilting his head down so he can see past his hood, he sees that he looks confused. He taps the marks gently with a claw, hoping that he’ll understand it faster than he did.

His stomach rumbles, which causes the magician to jump. He imagines it was a lot louder down there. Laughing, the magician picks his staff up and knocks the tip on the floor a few times. Provisions. Remembering he is still underneath him, he tries not to drool.

The magician then raises the staff in the air and conjures one of his violet fires. He yelps and covers his book with his claws. Fire should not be allowed in a library, the same way a Lion Alligator should not be allowed in a nursery. The magician pats his nose apologetically, and pointing it back at the fire, makes it smaller, and conjures a jar around it. He gestures towards the lamp as if it’s the same thing. It isn’t.

Still huffy, but rather hungry, he snaps up an apple. The magician settles back against him. He considers flicking him off, but settles for extending his wing and dangling it over the magician’s face in a rather aggravating sort of manner.

Pushing the wing out of the way, the magician turns to look at him again, and so he tries to put as much grump into his expression as possible. Looking thoughtful, the magician holds up a hand for him to wait a moment, and then fumbles under his wing for the food. Eventually the magician returns with some bread - he snorts, fire in the library is definitely beyond bread. But he raises his hand again, and with his staff he levitates it over the jar of fire. He growls - if this is supposed to make him feel better by actually setting things on fire, it isn’t going to work. After a while, the magician levitates the now browned bread back and balancing it on the tips of his fingers, pours some jam on it from a jar. Blowing on it slightly, he holds it up for him. At his refusal, he makes a silly face, opening his mouth and wiggling the cooked bread a little, as if he were a chick. Sometimes he worries about his magician. Rolling his eyes, he gives in and takes it.

It’s actually quite nice.

They end up finishing off two loaves - he eats one and a half of them, while finding different things that go well on a toast (the magician spells its name out for him from the letters on page 3), while they read - pausing occasionally to shake the crumbs out of the book.

He reaches the end of the page. Waits. The page stays stubbornly unturned. He nudges the magician, whose attention has been drifting. He shakes his head and starts to turn the page, when he pauses, flipping back to the front of the book again, ignoring the huff of annoyance in his ear - they were about to get to ‘that’s what Bilbo Baggins hates’, and he likes that bit. If they’re going to be starting the book over again when it already takes them so long to understand a single page…

The magician doesn’t look at the cover this time, but the inside of it, where there are some markings quite unlike the words in the book. They are clearly written by hand. He’d never been able to decipher them and wondered if the owner of the book was like the bird in chapter fifteen, whose ‘speaking’ they couldn’t understand. They look similar to how you might write your name in one to show that it’s yours - if you weren’t a four-legged.

Suddenly he starts to his feet - sending the magician sprawling and knocking over the empty jam jar. They’ve been reading for ages! He hurries to the clock. Then he relaxes. It’s only 11 o’clock.

…Wait.

He lets out a howl of misery and flops onto the floor. It’s not very dignified, but he is rather upset.

The magician vaults over his outstretched tail, and peers out of the cavern. He hurries back and shakes him, pulling at him to get up. He lets the magician bundle him out of the cave. Maybe they haven’t missed it quite yet? The magician points straight up - fly. He doesn’t want to if it means the magician gets left behind though, that’s what makes it special. And he can’t carry him safely - he might fall.

The magician takes a steadying breath and stands very close to him. One hand on his staff, and with the other strokes up the side of his scales of his neck. Or they can stay here. That’s good too. The magician’s eyes are fixed on his, gentle and soft and happy. Yes, should probably stay like this forever.

And then the magician’s not on the ground any more. A momentary flicker of panic in his eyes, calming as he raises his claw to give him something to hold onto. It wasn’t just his imagination back there then - there really was floating. He loves magic.

The magician, still not taking his eyes off his, gestures up with the staff, wobbling slightly. He shouldn’t be able to fall now. Gently as he can, he balances him with his other set of claws, crouches and unfurls his wings. He pauses and waits for confirmation. Gripping him tightly, the magician nods.

The next ten seconds are a blur of air and buffeting and ridiculousness. He lands on the top of the mountain on two legs, with a bit of a skid. His magician laughing and disheveled, holding onto him for dear life, but there’s still no weight to him. All things considered he doesn’t think it was bad for a first time.

The magician straightens himself up, and leaning down, kisses him on the nose. He’s not used to being the short one. But this time the magician doesn’t drift back down. They look at one another. Maybe there needs to be a bookcase being knocked over?

As if he summoned one, there’s a crash.

Bolts of different coloured light and fireballs start to brighten the dark. It’s started. He drags the still floating magician over to their tree - it’s the best place. For one moment, of one night, all around his mountain, every four-legged capable makes their presence known. There are joyous roars and howls and screeches like waves surrounding them - it’s never been this loud before. His magician looks around in awe. Clearly the five-fingers don’t celebrate like this. He gets to be the first his magician shares this with.

A far off wave of sound and light swoops towards them and he can feel it pulling air into his lungs. His magician lets go of him, kicking off to float by the tree - branches in reach, and with the same awestruck look, he nods at him. With that image filling him up, he tilts his head back, and illuminates the sky.

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prideandperdition · 7 years

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Q & A Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I’ve been tagged by cute people @medusastears @magicmusicdreams @deadrock-n-rollsociety AND @thatgirlfromhyrule

Nickname: Sjeems, Sheep, Grumpy, That Goblin

Star sign: Saggitarius (or in Dutch: chaggietarius)

Height: 177 cm

Time right now: 04:01 pm

Favorite music artist(s): I have so much ?! Eluveitie, Finntroll, Led Zeppelin, X Japan, Kamelot, Agnes Obel, Amon Amarth, Turisas, I Am Ghost, Def Leppard, Moonsorrow, Omnia, Sonata Arctica, Sabaton, The Agonist, and Anna Murphy because she is the murphiest of all anna’s (and really a lot more)

Last movie I watched: Harry Potter and the Deadly Hallows

Last tv show watched: The last episode of Supernatural </3

What are you wearing right now?: A bunch of old jeans and a black shirt that says “home is where the wifi connects automatically”.

When did you make your blog?: april 2011. yeah kids, I saw every rise and downfall on this website. especially the downfalls.

What kind of stuff do you post/reblog: Mostly nature, cats, cats doing silly things, self-deprecating text-posts, funny shitposts, bands, gorgeous people, dark aesthetics, creepy paranormal stuff, and interesting history things

Do you have any other blogs?: I have one test-blog which I mostly use to get pictures from my phone to my laptop (faster than email !) and save recipes

Do you get asks regularly?: Not a terrible lot but I’m always happy to get asks, so you may send as much as you want c: *hint hint*

Why did you choose your URL?: I can not really remember anymore it’s been so long ago, I picked it off of some game-music

Gender: Male (last I checked)

Hogwarts house: Slytherin

Pokemon team: Team Instinct

Favorite color: Violet and red colours, hazy blue, the colour of autumn

Average hours of sleep: 4 to 5 hours usually

Lucky numbers: 7 and 13

Favorite characters: Jon Snow, Bronn, Daenarys Targaryen, Leksa kom Trikru, Geralt of Rivia Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Castiel, Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Darth Revan, Chewbacca, Meetra Surik, Misty Day

How many blankets do you sleep with?: Just one

Dream job: Biologist or crewmember of a starship

I am lazy so everyone is free to tag themselves

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A Restless Night

Bilbo Baggins x Hobbit!OC

Violet laid wide awake under her blanket, looking up at the cave ceiling the company was taking shelter in, not knowing how in Middle Earth the dwarves could sleep through such a terrible storm. The wind was howling, and not a second seemed to go by without the rumble of thunder that was always followed by lightning. Normally storms didn’t bother the hobbit, but she was far away from her home now, away from the people who were normally comforting to her. Violet shifted uncomfortably in her bedroll, the fabric not thick enough on top of the rough floor of the cave.

“I miss my bed...” she said to herself before a loud clap of thunder made her shoot upright, the entire cave being lit up momentarily with the large flash. Violet gasped and yelped and looked around to see if that had woken anyone else up...and it didn't. Of course. Bombur just started to snore louder. Although, she did notice that Bilbo’s bedroll was empty. “Wait, where’s Bilbo?” she whispered to herself. Although she didn't know Bilbo too well quite yet, he still felt rather comforting to be around. He was very kind to her and was quite the gentleman. Once, he even found a little violet and placed it in her hair because her name was also Violet. Bilbo didn’t know this, but she still has that flower and it was pressed in one of her herb books to preserve it. So, she scanned the cave for the bachelor hobbit and found him sitting by the entrance of the cave, pipe in hand and watching the storm roll through. He seemed relaxed, like he wasn’t phased by this storm at all as he leaned his back against the large rock behind him.

As quietly as she could, Violet stood from her little bedroll and tiptoed her way around the sea of snoring dwarves to get to Bilbo, who seemed to be in his own world as Violet sat down next to him.

“Can’t sleep? Or do you just like watching the rain?” Violet asked him softly, snapping the male hobbit out of his trance. He jumped slightly and coughed a bit on his pipeweed, making Violet laugh softly and gently pat his back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” she apologized as Bilbo regained his composure and cleared his throat.

“Ah, no, it’s fine. I wasn’t exactly, uhm-” Bilbo glanced over at her and swallowed. It was dark, but not too dark to where he couldn’t see her, plus his eyes have adjusted after sitting here for so long. She looked tired, and her black curls were up in a messy bun. It was a cute look for her, he thought. “I was just thinking, that’s all.” he paused. “And to answer your question, both. This storm was keeping me up, so I figured I would just watch it for a while, relax a little..” Bilbo explained, his gaze turning back to his pipe before he put it to his lips again to take a long drag from it. He felt Violet’s eyes on him before her gaze turned towards the rain pelting the ground outside then blew out the smoke, even making a few smoke rings for the sake of making Violet smile and laugh, even if it was just a little bit. Bilbo has grown to love the little laughs that would come out of Violet, especially if he was the one who caused it. “What about you? I saw you sleeping earlier. The storm wake you up?” he asked, handing his pipe to Violet, offering her a drag of it if she wanted.

“Thank you,” her voice was soft and she offered Bilbo a small smile as she took the pipe and put it to her lips. Violet took a long drag from it as well and blew out the smoke, handing it back to Bilbo before answering his question. “It was only sprinkling when I fell asleep. Next thing I know, I wake up and the whole cave is lit up by lightning.” Violet explained, letting out a soft but nervous laugh. “Back in Rivendell, I would usually just sit by the window and watch the rain just like this. What about you?” she asked, catching Bilbo’s attention again, his wooden pipe back on his lips. “Back in the Shire,” she added.

“Well, I would do the same, more or less,” Bilbo explained before taking another drag from his pipe and blowing out more smoke towards the rain.”I would make some tea and smoke my pipe, just like this. Except, I am missing my tea.” Bilbo chuckled softly and Violet flashed him an amused smile, making his heart beat just a little bit faster. “I...I also did not have a lovely friend to watch it with though, like I do right now.” the hobbit blushed deeply at his own words and Violet felt the tips of her ears burning too. He cleared his throat bashfully and fiddled with his pipe as Violet looked from the storm back to him. She was smiling though and she scooted closer to him, and that made Bilbo just set his pipe down and smile back shyly, the tips of his pointed ears burning red with embarrassment as he always felt rather self-conscious around women, especially women like Violet. She was brave and confident, and she worked incredibly hard everyday of this journey to prove to Thorin that she wouldn’t slow them down, and that she was strong capable of fighting just like the men were.

Bilbo was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Violet’s head gently lay on his shoulder. He stiffened up for only a moment but relaxed when he turned his head to look down at her. She was relaxed and looking up at him through her long lashes, her green eyes looking heavy and droopy with sleepiness. “And I didn’t have a dashing gentleman to watch it with. You know,” Violet said softly, one of her hands lightly gripping his. Bilbo’s fingers gently curled around hers, giving it a soft squeeze. “The Shire sounds pretty nice, maybe I’ll go back with you once we are at our journey’s end..” she said before letting out a wide yawn, her eyes finally shutting as she fell into a comfortable sleep on Bilbo’s shoulder.

The thought of Violet potentially returning to the Shire with him made the bachelor hobbit smile wide just as his own sleepiness started to take over. Although, the thought of Violet returning with him as more than just friends made him feel all giddy and warm inside. “I would like that very much, Violet. I truly would..” Bilbo whispered, kissing the top of her head before his eyes finally shut, his head dropping to the side and landing softly on top of Violet’s black curls.

When the two woke up the next morning, they were met with the sounds of birds chirping and droplets of rain hitting random vegetation from the branches above. Bilbo and Violet both woke up to the morning sun in their faces...along with thirteen dwarves gathered around them, looking down at them with crossed arms and cheeky grins. It looked like the two hobbits would be answering a lot of questions for the next couple of days, and poor Bilbo already knew that he was going to get teased by the whole company probably for the entirety of the journey. Although, at the end of the day, he didn’t mind at all.

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