#Dwalin Fic

[middleearthpixie]

Good Trouble ~ Chapter Ten

Durin’s Garage AU - Good Trouble ~ Part 11 

Modern Spin on The Hobbit

Summary: When your car breaks down, there is only one garage in town - Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs. And sometimes, they do more than just tune your engine, check your oil, and top off your fluids…

Everyone in town knows Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs is THE place to go when your car needs work, and everyone knows that Dwalin Fundinson is to be avoided outside of the garage. He’s an ace mechanic, but trouble otherwise.

You and Dwalin attend the opening at the Sternhagen, and Honda Mom almost comes between you…

Pairing: Modern!Dwalin x fem!reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 4,048

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You looked up as the door to Dwalin’s apartment opened and he walked in. “Is everything okay?”

He nodded, rubbing his eyes with one hand as he strode in. “Everything’s fine. Thorin sent me out on a call about a Jeep here in need of a jump.”

“What?”

“Honda mom.” He moved over to the sofa, tossed his keys on the table, and sank onto it with a sigh of contentment. “She won’t leave me alone.”

“What?” You moved over to the coffee table, sinking onto the edge of it.

One hand covering his eyes, he nodded. “Yeah. She burned out her rear brakes and when she came in to go over the estimate I worked up, she wanted to know what cologne I was wearing and was I sure I didn't want to go to her fucking opening tonight and that she’d make it worth my while if I did, so Thorin made up a bullshit call for me to go out on to get away from her. And here I am. I just wish I could stay here.”

Your stomach did an odd flutter. “Make it worth your while?”

He nodded. “Yeah, but don’t get mad, love. I told her no. I told her when I picked her up, when she asked me the first time if I wanted to go with her, that I was seeing someone.”

You couldn’t resist teasing him. He really was clueless when it came to what he thought women thought when they looked at him. “And you think women are afraid of you.”

His hand slid from his face and when he looked up at you, sympathy surged through you. He really did look exhausted. His eyes were heavy-lidded, and there were dark smudges ringing them. He looked as if he could easily sleep for a week. “She’s a pest. I should take ye to this opening, let her see ye for herself, then she’d probably leave me alone.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “Poor Dwalin. Drowning in women, it would seem.”

That earned you a tired smirk and a dry, “Yeah. Poor me.” He turned toward you. “Do ye want to go to the Sternhagen?”

“What’s the exhibit?”

“Fuck if I know. I have to deal with this woman at least once more. Maybe if she sees what I’ve got, she’ll realize I am not fucking it up for anything.”

Your heart skipped beat at the low growl in his voice, the seriousness in his eyes. Still, you smiled as you said, “But she said she’d make it worth your while.”

“Yeah, she did.” He nodded. “For all the good it did. I don’t care. Still not interested.” His eyes closed and he let out a low, rumbling sigh. “I wish I could just stay right here.”

“Thorin’s expecting you back, though, isn’t he?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I have to order parts for this van and get a few other things taken care of. Good thing is, Junior finally got his CDL, so I’m not the only one who’ll have to go out on run. And I plan on pulling rank if any calls come in today. I’d probably drive right off the fucking road, I’m so tired.”

“Who is Junior?”

“Today, it’s Fíli. Thorin’s older nephew.” He opened his eyes and looked over at you. “I should get back to the shop. She’s got to be gone by now.”

You sighed softly. “Do you really want to go to this exhibit at the Sternhagen?”

A sleepy grin came to his lips. “It could be fun. I like art. I just don’t like women hitting on me.”

“Since when? I thought you all lived for that?”

“Yeah, when we’re single.” With a grunt, he pushed up, swinging his legs over to plant his feet on the floor. He rubbed his eyes with one hand. “I don’t remember the last time I was so fucking tired.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Dinna be sorry,” he looked up at you and grinned, “because it was worth it and I’d do it again tonight if ye wanted.”

“I think maybe tonight we should both just sleep.”

“Thank God,” he growled, letting his head fall back once more. 

You couldn't help but laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone sound more relieved before and I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen a guy be so relieved to get out of sex.”

“Mesmel, much I really do like having sex with ye, I’m dead on my feet and, not for nothing, but my cock’s a little sore as well. Neither one of us has seen this much action in months. Maybe years. Maybe ever.” He turned his head in your direction. “Would ye think me a pussy if I said I just wanted to lay with you in my arms?”

“Not at all.” You shifted from the table to the sofa, curling up against him, and tucked your head in the curve of his shoulder and chest, smiling as his arm draped about you. “I think that sounds like a nice way to spend a quiet evening after being social at an art gallery.”

A sly grin lifted the corners of his mouth. “Yer staking yer claim, aren’t ye?”

“Damn straight I am.”

“Don’t worry,” he told you, giving you a gentle squeeze, “she doesn’t stand a chance against ye.”

You smiled, draping your arm about his stomach to give him a gentle squeeze. A soft sigh wafted across the top of your head, followed by a gentle kiss pressed into it. His phone buzzed then, and he swore softly, then untangled himself to stand. “I’ve been summoned. It must be safe.”

“What time is this exhibit?”

“Fuck if I know.” He drew you up alongside him. 

“I’ll find out and if you want to go…”

He grinned. “Ye’ll be more than happy to go with me?”

“I’ll be more than happy to go with you.”

***

You found out the opening began at seven and spent the rest of your afternoon trying to find the right outfit to wear—sexy enough so Honda Mom knew she didn't stand a chance, but not so sexy that she thought you were obviously a whore. A fine line, because you had the feeling Dwalin wouldn’t complain either way.

Finally, you settled on a wraparound dress in navy silk jersey. Your hair—thank god—behaved. You had a clean pair of thigh highs and you didn't put a run in them as you skimmed first one, than the other, up to your thighs and clipped them in place. They were black silk, cool and lush as you ran your hand along your left calf before easing your four-inch heels on. It was suppose to snow later, but you didn't care. They were your favorite shoes, they were sexy as fuck, and although you were fairly secure in Dwalin’s feeling for you (how many guys told you they loved you, and seemingly meant it, within days of being in a relationship with you?) that didn't mean you didn't want him lusting over you at every turn. Besides, you had no idea how hot Honda Mom was, so…

“Mesmel, can ye help me wi—” Dwalin came into the bedroom, frowning down at the purple on purple tie he had draped about his neck. He caught sight of you and stopped in the doorway, then let out a low whistle, a slow smile creeping over his face as his gaze slid up from your feet to your face. “Damn, woman… I thought I cleaned up nice.”

“You do clean up nicely.” You stood and walked over to him, laying a hand against his chest. He’d chosen a light gray silk gabardine suit to wear, with a lavender shirt and the purple tie and matching pocket square and you almost wished you hadn’t promised him you wouldn’t hold him to sex that night, because he looked good enough to eat. He didn't look at all stiff or uncomfortable in the suit, either, but perfectly at home. 

“Thank ye,” he said softly. “I don’t want to embarrass ye, ye know.”

“Not possible.”

“Can ye help with this? My fingers don’t wish to behave and the knot looks wrong no matter how I tie it.”

“I can, absolutely.” You carefully knotted the sleek tie and smoothed it down over his chest. “It’s not too tight, is it?”

“It’s fine, mesmel,” he said with a smile. “Thank ye.”

“Of course.” You looked over at the clock. “We should think about going. It’s almost seven. You don’t want to disappoint Honda Mom.”

He rolled his eyes. “Honda Mom can kiss my ass.”

“Uh, I think she might be angling for that, you know.”

He grinned. “Not going to happen. Not tonight. Not tomorrow night. Not ever.”

“Good answer.”

“I thought it would be. Are ye sure ye still want to go?” He let his gaze wander over you slowly and you’d swear you could actually feel the heat from it as he did. “Because remember what I said about just wanting to cuddle tonight? Forget I ever said it.”

“We both need a night off,” you told him softly, tucking your arm through his. “Remember, you were afraid you’d drive off the road before?”

“Yeah, but I’ve got a second wind now and I want to see ye in those shoes, the garter belt I know you’re wearing, and nothing else.”

“And you can, any time you wish,” you told him softly, giving his arm a squeeze. “But not tonight.”

“Damn. I was afraid ye’d say that.”

The Sternhagen Art Gallery was right smack in the middle of the arts block of Davenport Street. It was closed to motor vehicle traffic and the art gallery was tucked between a tattoo studio (you wondered if Dwalin had gotten any ink there) and an arcade that specialized in video games from the last quarter of the previous century. There was also a photography studio, a gourmet bake shop, several antique shops, and an Indian restaurant tucked along the thoroughfare.

You didn't miss the way heads swirled in your direction as you and Dwalin stepped into the brightly light gallery. It specialized in modern art, which you neither knew nor liked, and to you, all of the pieces looked like they’d been done by someone’s three year old amidst a temper tantrum. 

But, all around you, others oohed and ahhhed over the art. Of course, those oohs and ahhs went quiet as they looked up and saw Dwalin. You didn't miss the eyes that widened as they took in the ink across the top of his bald head, or the tattoos on his hands. You bit back a smile, wondering if those eyes would pop clean from their sockets if they saw the tattoo on his cock.

To his credit, he didn’t scowl. Didn’t glower. But instead, he offered up something of a smile as he pointed to a white square of canvas with angry red, orange, and yellow splashes of paint covering it and said, “Evening. That’s an interesting piece.”

“It symbolizes life and death,” a man in a charcoal gray suit replied, gesturing toward the painting with his champagne flute.

“Really? Looks more like anger and hatred to me,” Dwalin said with a shrug. “And I’m pretty sure the artist said as much when he was interviewed by the New York Times.”

You twisted toward him. “You’ve heard of Pierre Edmonds?”

Dwalin nodded. “I’ve heard of him. He lives over in West Windsor. Broke down here once and I towed him back to the shop. Nice guy, but not a big believe in hygiene. It took me the rest of the afternoon to get his funk out of my cab.”

“You’re a truck driver?” Charcoal Suit said, lifting the flute to his lips.

“I’m a mechanic who drives a tow truck.” He smiled as a woman bearing a tray laden with champagne approached them. “Thank ye, love,” he said, snagging two flutes, one of which he passed to you. 

“Do you know of any of his other work?” Charcoal asked.

Dwalin took a swallow of champagne and nodded. “Aye, I know a bit of it. He smelled odd, but he was nice enough and we got to talking on our way back to the shop. I was curious, so I looked him up. I have a book of his works on my bookshelves. I prefer his earlier work, to be honest. Before his wife left, when he was still happy.”

“Really? I found those works tedious.”

You looked from Charcoal to Dwalin, who shrugged and said, “I prefer tranquility over fury. I’ve seen enough fury to last me a lifetime.”

“On the roadside? Here?”

“No.” Dwalin’s smile faded as he met Charcoal’s smug grin. “When I was in the service. I’ll take happiness, thank ye very much.”

Charcoal looked back at the painting in question. “I understand that. I did two tours in the Middle East—Iraq and Afghanistan. What was the name of that book? I think I might like to see it.”

“It’s just called Edmonds. Amazon has it for about thirty bucks.”

“Thanks. Tell me what do you—”

“Dwalin!” The hairs along the back of your neck prickled to life at the velvety purr of a woman’s voice coming from behind you. “I was hoping you’d come! How are you?”

Dwalin met your gaze and winked, easing his free arm about your waist as he stepped closer to you. “I’m fine, thank ye.”

Honda Mom came around and her smile faded as her gaze alit on you. “Oh, hello there. I’m Heather McCallum. Welcome to the Sternhagen.”

“Thank you.” You managed to smile. “And thank you for the invitation.”

“Of course.” Heather looked from you to Dwalin and back. “I had no idea you knew about Edmonds, Dwalin. What is your favorite piece of his?”

Dwalin’s fingers pressed gently against you as he said, “My favorite? Probably Lightning. It’s chaotic, but there’s plenty of truth in it.”

You sipped your champagne, which was light and dry, and realized that you had absolutely no idea what the fuck he was talking about. You preferred Monet to just about anything, and as he and Heather went on about this piece and that, you felt your eyes glaze over. 

Finally, Dwalin said, “I’m being rude to my lady. I’m sorry, mesmel.”

You looked up at him. “It’s fine. I learned all about Pierre Edmonds.”

He winced. “Ye want to look around a bit?”

“Who is the opening for?” You directed this at Heather. 

She smiled. “It’s for me, actually. I do a bit of painting myself and since I know the owner, he thought he’d give me a showing.”

With that, she tucked her arm through Dwalin’s free one and said, “I’d love you to meet him. He’s a big fan of Edmonds as well.”

“Thanks, but I—”

She tugged. “It won’t take but a minute and your girlfriend will understand,” Heather’s blue eyes weren’t nearly as warm as her smile, almost challenging you to protest.

Dwalin looked over at you. “Come with us.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll just look around.” You forced a smile to your lips as Heather’s phony-ass smile grew genuine and triumphant as she managed to pull Dwalin away from you and they disappeared around the corner. 

“So, you don’t care for Edmonds?”

You turned at the sound of Charcoal’s voice and shook your head. “Not really, no. And I know I’m not supposed to say that, but I’m not a big fan on modern art. It all looks like preschool finger-painting to me.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I’m not crazy about it either.” He glanced at your empty champagne flute. “Can I get you another?”

You started to say no, but then heard Dwalin laugh at something Heather said, and your no became a smile as you said, “I’d love one, thank you.”

Charcoal Suit’s name was Derek. He was a stockbroker with a gift for storytelling and you had no idea how long Dwalin had been gone for, only that it was enough time for you to sip your way through three flutes of champagne and you could no longer feel the tip of your nose. You had no idea where Heather dragged Dwalin off to, and at that moment, you were too irritated to care.

“So, you’re with that guy? The one with all the tats?”

You nodded. “I am, yeah.”

“So, why is he all the way across the room with her instead of making sure no one else waltzes off with you?” Derek asked with a slow smile. “If I were him, you wouldn’t be out of my sight for a moment.”

A slight shiver rippled down your spine. Why did some guys think that was a romantic thing to say? To you, it sounded more possessive than anything else, and in your experience, that was exactly what it meant as well. It wasn’t romantic. It was suffocating. 

“I’m not glued to him.”

“Still,” Derek’s dark eyes seemed to darken further, “pretty woman like you…? I bet you know how to get into all kinds of trouble, don’t you?”

You swallowed hard, the champagne making you feel as if your head was wrapped in layers of cotton. “I don’t think so, actually.”

“We should find out.”

“No,” you shook your head and stepped back, “we shouldn’t. I came here with Dwalin and I am leaving here with him and thank you for the conversation, but I should be getting back to him.”

“Why? He didn't think twice about leaving you right here.”

“He likes this art. He gets it. I don’t and I don’t and—”

“I’ll be more than happy to explain it to you.”

“Am I interrupting?”

Your entire body clenched at the low, menacing growl that was Dwalin’s voice as he came up behind you. “Oh, so you remembered you brought me?” you asked without turning around.

“Did I forget?”

“You tell me. I’ve been standing over here for the last forty minutes while you were off admiring Baby’s First Painting or whatever the mess was called.”

“You know, I can see her home, if you’d rather stay here,” Derek broke in smoothly.

“See her home? She lives wi’ me, Junior,” Dwalin growled, the fingers on her hips biting into her. “So if it’s all the same ta ye? I’ll see her home.”

“You know what?” You pulled away from him. “Neither one of you needs to see me home. I’m more than capable of seeing myself home.”

With that, you strode off, setting your champagne flute on the base of an iron and marble blob that someone passed off as a sculpture, and without looking back, you left the gallery and stepped out into the freezing cold night. 

You made it to the end of the block before you twisted your ankle and as you hobbled to the lamppost to lean against it, Dwalin strode toward you. “What the deuce are ye doing?”

Tears of pain stung your eyes, your ankle throbbing hotly, swelling against the satiny ankle strap. “What do you care? Honda Mom seemed to have a firm grip on you.”

“Honda Mom has a—do ye even hear yerself?”

“Do I—are you fucking kidding me?” You slammed both hands into his chest to knock him back two steps. “She dragged you off and left me there with Derek the Stockbroker for company and I swear, if we’d been in a bar, he’d have roofied my fucking drink! Meanwhile, you and Honda Mom were getting all cozy talking about Edmonds’ jizz-art with the fucking owner of that place.”

He just stared at you. “Jizz art?”

“That’s what those paintings remind me of. Like if a crime scene unit black-lights a motel room and all you see are cum stains everywhere. That’s not how I wanted to spend tonight. You just left me standing there like a jerk, Dwalin. And now, I’m buzzed, I’m upset, and my ankle might be broken.”

“Yer ankle?”

“I twisted it in these stupid fuck-me shoes.”

Without hesitation, he hitched up his trouser legs and crouched to lift your foot, cradling your sore ankle in his gentle hands. “Can ye move it?”

You slowly rotated it to the left, to the right, flexed and pointed, all the while trying to ignore the heat from his hands sinking into your chilled skin. “I can, yeah.”

“Can ye put weight on it?”

“You saw me standing here, didn't you?”

He looked up then, the fire gone from his pale eyes. “It’s not broken, then.”

“Good. Something went my way tonight.”

“Ye could’ve joined us.”

“I’d rather take my chances with Derek the Stockbroker.” You sighed softly, a dull headache taking root behind your eyes to remind you of why you usually avoided champagne. “You just left me there, Dwalin.”

“I’m sorry, mesmel,” he replied softly as he straightened up. “It was not my intention.”

“And do you really like this kind of art?”

He thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, actually. I do. I find it interesting how artists think. How they see things. And I kinda like it when guys like Derek the Stockbroker try to pull that superiority shit on me and I can put them right the fuck back in their place.”

“Did you really have that jizz guy in your truck?”

“I really had that jizz guy in my truck.” He closed the space between you, easing an arm about your waist to draw you flush against him. “And he really did smell like ass. And I’m sorry, amrâlimê. I was a dick to leave ye to fend off Derek the Stockbroker.”

As he spoke, he leaned in and nuzzled you, adding, “Ye want me to go let him know how much I appreciate his hitting on ye?”

Your eyes closed of their own volition at the soft caress of his lips along the side of your neck. “No, but can we just go home?”

“Can ye walk to my car or ye want to wait here?”

“I can walk.” You smiled up at him. “But I might need you to keep an arm around me, just for support.”

He winked and slid his arm about your was it once more. “As ye wish.”

The room was cool and dark and you were cozy, snuggling closer to Dwalin, your head on his chest, your arm about his waist, your fingers slipping through the soft dark hair across his belly. “Dwalin?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to be working on Honda Mom’s van?”

“Probably. Unless I get called out of the shop, anyway. Why?”

“Ugh.”

“Ugh?” 

You heard the smile in his voice. “You know what I mean.”

“Ye’ve nothing to worry about,” he murmured sleepily, his fingers stroking lightly along her arm. “She’s not even close to being as hot as ye, ye know.”

“Oh, but if she was?”

“Well, that’s a different story.”

“Dwalin?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re an ass.”

His laugh floated into the darkness and he tightened his arm about you. “I love ye, mesmel. She does nothing for me and her kid is weird.”

“Her kid?”

“Yeah. She has a daughter. And said daughter apparently tries to fix mom up with every man they cross paths with. She thinks I should marry Honda Mom so I can buy her Christmas presents because as stepdaughter is almost as good as a biological one.”

You shook your head. “How old is this kid?”

“Six, I think? Anyway, she was weird. Most kids are weird.”

“You don’t like kids?”

“I like some just fine. Thorin’s daughter, for one. She’s five and not nearly as weird as Honda Mom’s sprog.”

“Sprog?”

“Yeah.” He gave you another squeeze. “They make me uncomfortable. With the exception of Bella.”

“Bella?”

“Thorin’s wee one.” He kissed the top of your head. “Ye’ll meet her one of these days.”

You smiled, snuggling closer. “Sprog.”

“Go to sleep, mesmel. It’s late and we both have to work tomorrow.”

You sighed softly, letting your eyes close as his fingers moved lightly along your arm, slowing and a few minutes later, you drifted off to the sound of Dwalin’s soft snores. 

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The only one

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” “So it’s our dirty little secret then?”

Paring: Kili Durin x afab reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You’re Bilbo's adopted human daughter and he takes you along on the journey. Kili has his heart set on you and after getting involved in the fight he gets angry with you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation.

Warnings: public sex, arguing, jealous Kili, hickeys, p in v sex, hickeys??? Idk what else I always forget

a/n: I did not proofread and its lowkey a summary of the first movie? This is my first smut regarding anyone in the tolkien universe but I did write some sad fluff at some point lmao. Anyways, please like and send any requests if you want <3 tags go absolutely wild

You’ve been an adopted hobbit for the last 18 years of your life, Bilbo was always comforted in the known so when he brought you along with him and the dwarfs on their journey you were beyond surprised. Your presence was unexpected for everyone, except Gandalf of course, and most of the company was against your involvement. The dwarves saw you as frail and weak, the only one on your side was your dad, but of course he was.

Kili has kept an eye out for you since you joined the company, he makes sure you're safe and also just enjoys looking at you.

__________

When Elrond and his fellow elves come back the dwarves pull you and your father behind them and create a circle around you. You stay behind your Bilbo as the elves talk with Gandalf.

Upon your entrance to their dining room you look around with wonder, you sit down between Kili and your dad. “They're so beautiful,” you whisper to Bilbo, he nods with a gentle but awkward smile. Kili’s ears twitch as he looks around, his eyes narrow on an elf who has his eyes on you, he moves closer to you wrapping his arm around you.

“You think so?” Kili questions, his jaw clenching slightly, “I think us dwarves are better looking, stronger too.” he says pridefully, you chuckle in response.

“Is it a competition now?” you cock your head, “You’re very good looking too, Kili.” he smiles wide.

“Is that so? I am the best looking of all of the company, aside from Thorin of course.” you laugh, putting your hand on his arm.

“A bit full of yourself huh?” he shoves your shoulder gently in response. Kilis arms finds its way around your waist as he continues to glare at the elf who dared to look at you, who did he even think he was.

Gandalf, Bilbo, and Thorin wander off with Lord Elrond, leaving you with the dwarfs. You watch quietly, laughing with them and listening to their conversations before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Kili quietly sits next to you letting your head fall to his shoulder he smiles, covering you up with a blanket.

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After the company left the palace Thorin led everyone to the Misty Mountains, Kili keeps you in front of him. He insists that it’s better that way so if you fall he can catch you. As the rain picks up your feet slip under you, Kili and Fili grasp your arms quickly, pulling you back onto the ledge.

“Thank you,” you say softly as your eyes look over the ledge. Kili keeps a hold of your arm tightly as you all try to avoid the stone giant's blasts. The ground splits under your feet as the mountain takes shape as a giant, you grab onto the stone behind you before everyone begins to slide forward.

The stone giant slams into the mountain, throwing everyone off of it and onto the ground. Thorin yells for his nephews as the rest of the company runs over, Kili helps you up dusting your clothes off and checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.

After all the commotion everyone settles into the cave, Bilbo pulls you off to the side and quietly talks to you, he tells you about his plan to leave once everyone is asleep. “Why dad? What's wrong?” you whisper to him.

“Thorin is right, we never should've left home, I’ve put you in danger and I can’t let anything else happen to you.” he sighs as he runs his hand through your hair, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” he smiles reassuringly.

You both gather all of your stuff and sneak out, he leads you by the hand. He pulls you behind him as he talks with Bofur, you stay quiet looking around the cave. You didn’t really want to leave the company, I mean they were becoming your friends, you enjoyed the company.

“Y/N?” Kili mumbles as he looks up at you, he yawns. “Where are you going?” You crouch down putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Go back to sleep Kili, you need your rest,” you smile sweetly.

The floor splits and you slip down with everyone, Bilbo gets away but you are guided off with the dwarves. Your eyes fill with terror as you look around, you take a hold of Kilis hand squeezing tight as the goblins push you all around. You cower behind him, holding onto his shirt tightly.

Once you get out the dwarves all argue over where your dad went, your head drops as you think that your dad couldn't possibly have left you all alone. He reappears and you rush over to hug him, his hands drop to your waist as he smiles.

“Y/N!” Kili and Bilbo yell at you as you try to defend the dwarves with your small blade; it goes into the center of the wargs head, and Kili grabs you and pulls you up to the tree with him. His hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you close.

“Don’t move,” Kili’s voice is angry as he demands you to stay put. His hands dig into your slides as you look below your feet. Kili’s hands slip away as they start to throw the pinecones, the tree begins to fall, you grasp onto the trunk as tight as you can. His hands wrap around the tree, his eyes focused on you.

As Thorin and your father begin to fight the orcs, your eyes squeeze shut tightly, you try to focus on anything but the attack of Thorin. Kili pulls you up and onto the ground, insisting you stay put as they go to fight. You look forward, clutching the blade you retrieved from the corpse tight. As all of the commotion ensues you feel yourself being picked up by an eagle.

Once you all are in a safe place you watch as Gandalf helps heal Thorin. You stand next to your dad, holding onto his arm, as Thorin goes in for a hug you let go of him and move back. Your eyes wander to Kili who turns his head in order to avoid eye contact with you.

As the company moves forward you come across an area close to a river, Gandalf suggests that you all take a break and bathe. You and Kili were the last to go, you were paired up at the recommendation of Fili.

Kili guides you to the river, holding his weapon close to his chest, he’s been giving you the silent treatment after you got in between a fight. “You can bathe here, I’ll keep watch.” his voice stern.

“Kili..” your voice trails off as you look at his back, trying to pull his attention to you.

“Y/N, just take your bath. It’s getting dark.” Kili’s tone is extremely cold. You pout your lips as you begin pulling your clothing off slowly, once you finish you slip into the cold water.

“You can turn back now,” you say softly before you dip all the way under the water, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut. After a while you break the surface of the water sliding your hands over your face pulling the water back with your hair. Kili had turned around keeping his eyes on everything but you.

“Kili,” you wave him over, “come here, please.” you bite your lip as he gives you a bored expression.

“What is it?” he walks close to the bank of the river, his eyes scanning your face.

“Shouldn’t you join me? You're supposed to bathe as well,” he sighs, turning his back to you again.

“Fine, turn away.” he sets down his sword and strips quickly. You face the other way as he slips into the water with you.

“Kili, what is your problem?” you huff, spinning around with your arms crossed over your breasts.

“What do you mean?” his eyes are half closed as he looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression.

You move closer to him, “I mean, you’re acting so rude for no reason. You won’t look at me, you barely talk to me, you’re being so dumb” you glare at him, “So what is your problem?” he rolls his eyes at you.

“I don’t know maybe the fact that you threw yourself into harm's way? You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” he yells at you while running his hand through his hair.

“Calm down Kili,” you move close to him, putting your hand on his arm. “I didn’t expect you to get all worked up like this, I know I should have been more careful but I just wanted to help.” your eyebrows furrow as you look down.

His warm hands grasp your upper arms “You really worried me Y/N,” he presses his forehead against yours.

“You worried about me?” a sly smile paints itself on your lips, “does that mean you like me Kili?” your voice is soft and teasing. His ears turn a deep shade of crimson as he turns his head up.

“Y/N cut that out,” he puts his hand on the side of your neck, his eyes flick to your lips.

“Cut what out?” you wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself close to him.

“You know what,” he clenches his jaw, your hands running down his back as you wrap your legs around his hips.

Kili pulls your face to his, hovering his lips over yours “Quit teasing me,” he whispers. Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, cradling it as you push your lips against his. His hands move to your waist, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he hugs you tighter against him.

“Mahal,” he pulls away, pressing soft kisses down your face and onto your neck. You lean back letting his lips trail over your body, your nails scratch his scalp softly as you arch into him.

“Amrâlimê,” he whispers against your collarbone, “you’re driving me insane,” Kili groans. He grasps your face pulling you in for an intimate kiss, he’s getting more intense with his affections, his hands squeezing your hips roughly.

Your hand trails down his chest tracing every muscle on his stomach, he begins grinding against you while holding your hips against him. Pulling away from the kiss you gasp for air, leaning your head against his shoulder, you wrap your hands in his hair pulling it off to the side. Kissing his neck roughly you begin to leave soft marks on his flesh as he massages your ass.

“Y/N..” he mumbles into your ear, you moan softly as he picks you up, moving into shallow water. “Can we..?” his ears flush as he looks away, “I mean, would you mind?” you chuckle softly.

“Mhm,” you move your hips against his thigh, feeling him twitch underneath you. “But we’ll have to be quick..” you kiss his shoulder as his hands pull your hips up, he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the tip in.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he says gently, his hand finding its way to your neck grabbing ahold of it pulling your head back as you moan softly. He bucks his hips up into you, leaning forward you bury your face into his nape hugging him tight as you moan into his skin.

“My precious girl,” he groans as he slowly begins moving your hips up and down, his fingers digging into your soft skin, leaving red marks. You moan into his ear as you begin riding him, your arms wrap tight around his neck, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze around his dick.

Kili cradles your head against him, holding you as close as he can, thrusting up into you pushing as deep as he can. Your head falls onto his shoulder, he moves a hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles into it.

“I’m so close,” you moan, Kili nods in response.

“Me too,” he groans, his hands exploring every part of your body as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

“Hey, Y/N, Kili, hurry it up.” Fili yells to you, causing the both of you to jolt up. Kili pushes himself into you as deep as he can. You bite your lip as you cum around him, your hole pulsing.

Your back arches, silent gasps leaving your open mouth as you ride out your high. Your whole body seems to tense up causing Kili to groan while he cums deep inside you. He pulls you off of him giving you a sweet kiss.

“Now we really need to clean up, and fast.” He says lowly, his hands creep up from behind you gasping your sides as he pulls you into deeper water to rinse off. You sigh contently as he holds your body close to his.

After quickly cleaning yourselves up; you both get out, drying off before putting your clothes back on.

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” you bite your lip as you turn to him, his eyebrows furrow. “Bilbo might actually get so mad he tries to kill you,” you giggle softly as his face relaxes.

“So it’s our dirty little secret then?” coming close to you he wraps his arms around your neck giving you a deep kiss. “But we will get to tell everyone later, right?” he pulls back, eyes scanning yours.

“Yes, Kili,” you kiss the tip of his nose, hands resting on his shoulders, “but let's wait it out for a bit, okay?” he smiles in response.

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Hobbits were secretive little creatures. They closely guarded one thing. Two things. Ok they close guarded a lot of things. But so did the dworrow. So can you really blame him when the company finds out their supposedly loved burglar has the magic of earth at his fingertips?

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Along for The Ride - Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. With this first installment, we are following the first movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling in love with Kili on the way! Slow burn with this one y'all, nothing spicy till the next work I'm afraid.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), wrote this while I had covid, in like 4 days lol, implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien)

Word Count: 6,292

A/N: I was utterly appalled by the lack of Kili writers on here and Ao3. Y'all who write for Kili, I've been eating your crumbs like it's the shit (cause it is) for weeks, but one can't be sustained on crumbs alone so I've prepared a feast!! This is the first fic I've ever wanted to post, please be gentle. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are loved and treasured!!

Tagging the amazing Kili writers I've been living off of for the past few weeks and who have inspired me so they might share in the feast as well lol go check out their stuff too: @mikathemonster, @cowboybeepboop, @littleenglishfangirl, @ethereal-inquisitor, @sweetpeakili

Photo credit: @immawriteyouthings

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You were having one of those days that made you want to run away from everything. Instead, you walked on the golf course behind your house after hours; no phone, no umbrella, no bag this time, just you. You had what you could fit from your hands in your jean pockets as you walked the grassy field. Something twinkled and caught your eye on the far side of the fairway, there was a sparkle in the ferns. You walked over and began looking through the underbrush. Your hand grazed a smooth stick with a mangled end that encased a gem. You picked it up hoping for a better look but were transported to another world instead!

You appeared in the new world holding the staff. You were standing beside an older fellow with a pointy hat and long grey beard. You looked around and saw many other gruff, burly-looking men sitting in an encampment. They looked as confused as you. You did the only thing you could think of doing at that moment.

You turned around and took off running as fast as you could.

The wizard whose staff you were running away with asked the younger dwarves in his company to fetch you for him. They ran after you as quick as the wind. You dodged trees and hurdled bushes, making an all-around great effort. You were slowing down though. You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and plan. A twig snapped in the distance; quick footsteps closed in on you. You took off again. You needed a place to hide, a moment to think for God's sake. You were afforded no such luxuries. They were gaining, you were tiring. In your drained haste, you tripped on a bush which sent you stumbling and struggling to regain your footing given your momentum. You finally fell and scampered to take cover behind the roots of a great tree. Their footfalls grew slower and drew nearer. They were so close you could hear their words now.

“…She’s hiding, Fili,” one said much closer than you expected them to be.

You tried your best to steady your breathing. Your heartbeat was so loud you knew they could hear it.

“Stop scaring her Kili,” The other chastised. “You know she’s got to be scared half to death”. He walked past you, studying the ground. The other came up the other side of the tree doing the same.

You gripped the staff preparing yourself to be found. They turned in unison following the same tracks and looked up at you simultaneously. They were both panting but not as hard as you. Fili, the elder and more experienced of the two knelt where he stood a few yards from your curled trembling form.

“My name is Fili” He put his hand on his chest and motioned to the man next to him, “This is my brother Kili. We mean no harm to you.” He kept his distance and showed his empty hands. You stayed firmly pressed against the tree trunk, your chest heaving rapidly and your eyes as large as saucers. They could have tackled you, beaten you, or done any number of terrible violating things, but they kept their distance and spoke softly.

“What’s your name?” Kili asked, with a charming smile as he crouched beside his brother.

“Y/N,” you said in a shaky freaked-out tone.

“Y/N, that’s our friend wizard’s staff,” Fili said, “If anyone can figure out how you got here, he can.”

“But you gotta come back to camp with us,” Kili said reaching out his hand as a peace offering. So many horrible things could happen to you in the wild of this new world, but even more on top of that could if you didn’t go with them.

“How can I trust you?” You asked them. They looked at each other.

“How can we trust you?” Kili threw back at you with a suspicious look and recoiled his hand.

“Touche” you nodded returning his look.

“Seems we are at an impasse then,” Fili huffed at his brother, “You want to get home, and our wizard can do that. The only way that can happen is if you come with us back to our camp. We can only offer you our word and promise on our honor as dwarven princes that you will not be harmed by any in our company.”

You thought for a moment and nibbled at your lip, “You promise?” you looked up at Kili this time.

Kili looked you deep in the eyes, and very seriously said: “No harm will ever come to you, on my honor as a prince.”

You nodded at this, “Very well”, and tried to stand up but were stuck against the tree. The 2 men easily lifted you back to your feet. You followed them back to the camp.

You tried your best to hide behind Kili as you approached the wizard smoking a pipe. You peeked from around his shoulder at the other men in the camp. They were looking at you.

“Please sit, my dear,” The wizard said to you, motioning to the rest of the long log beside him “We have much to discuss.”

Your legs wouldn’t move you from behind the dwarf. You were still quite afraid.

“She seems to have taken a liking to you Kili,” the wizard said to him. The rest of the company let out a soft chuckle of agreement. You couldn’t see it from your angle, but Kili smiled and nodded.

“Sit down child, we aren’t going to hurt you,” One of the dwarves sitting across the fire said. You took a deep breath to gather your courage. One false move by any of the others would have you bolting again.

You moved from behind Kili and sat beside the wizard still clutching the staff.

“May I take that from you?” the wizard politely asked. You handed it to him. He explained how this type of thing had happened to a couple of his wizard friends before, but he didn’t know the remedy or spell to undo it or how to prevent it from happening again. You sat quietly listening and nodding. He explained to you and the rest of the company that he was leaving to travel to his friend and inquire about your predicament. In the meantime, he convinced the company and its leader, Thorin you came to know, to keep you in the company as an innocent bystander to help around the camp and whatnot till Gandalf (the wizard) could figure out what to do with you. Gandalf gave you a small sack of coins, instructing you to get a bag, a bedroll, clothes, and any other necessities you’ll need at the next town.

As the fire died down so did the company. They got out their bedrolls and sleeping gear like a synchronized unit and as quickly as they started, they were all asleep snoring softly. Kili had first watch and was sitting on the ground next to you leaning against the log you were on. You slid onto the ground next to him curled with your knees to your chest. He looked over at you. You looked over at him.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you said not hiding the waver in your voice very well, “I’m so scared.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You cried into your hands as quietly as possible, so you didn’t disturb and anger the others. If you had looked at Kili, you would have seen him in a slight panic and at a loss for what to do, he didn’t know how to console crying women. You sobbed into your hands knowing you just needed to let it all out then you’d be fine. Kili looked at the fire and put his hand on your back. Physical contact of any kind back home was next to nonexistent, it felt nice to know he was trying his best to comfort you. After a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing and hiccups wracking through you, you began calming down. When you were able to breathe properly, you wiped your face even though tears kept falling. You sniffled and rested your chin on your knees letting the tears fall silently now.

“Do you feel better?” Kili guessed in a soft tone and rubbed his hand on your back.

You nodded at him, “Yes” You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes as best you could, “Thank you” You looked at him and smiled a little. He smiled and nodded too, still concerned but returned his hand to his lap. You sniffled and looked at the fire.

“Really though I don’t know what I’m doing,” you said. “I’ve never been camping before,” you paused to think. “I don’t know how to fight or use a sword or make a fire or hunt or-or—” You were working yourself up and starting to cry again. Kili cut you off before you could start sobbing hysterically again.

“WOAH! Woah!!” alarmed, he put his hand on your back again, “It’s ok. Calm down.” he said harshly, “Take a deep breath, that seemed to help last time,” He mumbled the last part under his breath. That made you smile despite yourself.

“You don’t know how to console someone, do you?” You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes. He shook his head and took his hand from you. “Seems we’re both out of our depth then,” you said making the mood a bit lighter.

“In my defense, I was raised in a pack of manly men,” He smiled fondly “It’s a wonder my mother got through to me at all.”

“So, you do have a mother,” you said, making him look at you quizzically “I assumed you were raised by wolves,” You shrugged. He laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not completely wrong about that,” He smiled, looking over at the men across the fire. There was a momentary silence. “We’ll teach you those things, how to fight, how to make a fire, all that,” He looked over at you, “I mean who knows how long Gandalf will be, and you’d have to be pretty stupid not to pick up a thing or two even from this bunch.” You smiled and nodded; this calmed your nerves a little. A moment of silence fell between you again.

“Is it ok if I stay up with you?” you innocently asked, “I’m not very tired.”

“Sure,” he said casually, “May I ask about your life back in your world?”

“OK,” You nodded.

“What do you do?” he asked, you gave him a weird look. “Like for a living, how do you make money, how do you spend your days?”

“I’m a student at university at the moment.” He looked at you confused this time. “I spend my days studying at a desk, it’s boring and dull” You quickly summed up.

“Ooohh,” He said, “No wonder you couldn’t run for shit,” He laughed.

You scoffed, “So rude,” You huffed, failing to hide your smile. He was glad you were cheering up a bit.

“If it’s so boring and dull, why don’t you do something else?” He asked, naive to your world and its ways.

“It’s…complicated” you sighed “I have to study to do what I want to do for work even though I don’t want to work or study or do any of that, but I have to make money somehow because I need money to do stuff and buy things because the world I live in is shitty that way and it’s so frustrating sometimes,” you gritted your teeth to make your point.

“Well, what do you want to do then?” he asked, trying to understand your strange world.

“Sit on the beach,” You said without hesitation “…Listen to the waves…sleep on a blanket in the sun,” you sighed wistfully. “Die happy and rich.”

“That does sound nice” He agreed “I’ve never seen a tropical ocean before, the seas near the Blue Mountains are all frozen over.”

“Surely there’s a beach somewhere in this world,” You refused to believe the universe sent you to a world without a beach.

“There is! I’ve heard stories of Southern Gondor, where the sun makes the sand hotter than forges, and the water falls over the horizon in every direction.”

“That sounds like the beaches from back home,” You felt a little bad for him. You’d been practically raised at the beach because it was the only free thing to do in your hometown.

“May I ask a question?” you asked this time.

“Of course,” He shifted to lean against the log and face you.

“What are you guys doing?” you gestured to the camp around you.

“We are on a quest!” He said proudly, “A quest to take back our ancestral home from the dread dragon Smaug,” he said in a sinister voice. He explained about Erebor and the dragon and Thorin to catch you up. You listened, nodded, and took it all in, asking questions and giggling at his jokes. He was a decent storyteller.

“And I’m just along for the ride I guess,” you said deflated about your role in all this.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re quite good company,” He indulged; Kili always got so lonely on watch.

“Yay!” you said over a yawn, “I’d hate to bore any of you,” you replied, genuinely fearing your stories may never measure up to theirs. You leaned over and laid on the soft grass, curled in a ball with your arm as a pillow. You tried not to shiver from the cool evening breeze. You heard some shuffling of fabric, and then a blanket fluttered on top of you. You looked at Kili who smiled and said: “I’m quite the furnace at night, I’ll be fine without it,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” you said over another yawn. You didn’t expect to fall asleep but the next thing you knew it was early morning and you were awoken by the clanging of pots and spoons. You sat up and looked around to get your bearings.

‘Still in the same strange world’ you thought not fully awake. Kili appeared, greeted you good morning, and handed you a bowl of white goo he called porridge. You thanked him and ate your breakfast in silence like the rest of the company. While the men packed up the camp you were tasked with washing the dishes in a nearby stream. You were struck by the beauty of the incredible woods around you even in the dim morning light. You returned to camp and put the dishes in their bag, which was taken by one of your new companions. You felt out of place without a task among everyone who knew what to do. Balin saw you standing in the middle of the camp looking lost. He asked Thorin what they were to do about their lack of an extra pony for you. They decided you could ride with Kili seeing as he was the lightest (next to Bilbo) and his pony could take the weight and because you seemed the most comfortable with him. The old dwarf with a white-grey beard curled up at the ends approached you with as much of a nonthreatening air as he could muster.

“Good morning, my dear!” He greeted you with a chipper smile. “My name is Balin”

“Good morning,” you replied. “I don't quite know what I’m to be doing,” you said sheepishly.

“That’s ok lass, it’ll come with time,” he reassured, “For now, you’ll ride with Kili so you can see if he needs help getting ready.”

“Ok,” You nodded and started walking in Kili’s direction. You stopped in front of his pony and petted its nose and down its neck. “I’ve been told that I’m to ride with you,” you said timidly looking at him adjust his saddle. Kili looked at you and nodded.

“I’ll be happy to have a lovely conversation again” He smiled and looked back at his saddle, making the final arrangements.

He turned to you and said, “I’ll give you a leg up,” And jabbed a thumb at his pony. You nodded and approached the animal. You put your hands on the ponies back and bent your leg waiting for him to help. He leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear: “Wrong leg”. You blushed quite profusely at that and switched legs. He heaved you with such strength he nearly threw you over the other side of the pony. You made yourself comfortable behind the saddle before he hooked his foot in the stirrup and carefully mounted so he didn’t knock you off.

“You ok?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Yep!” you smiled. He nodded. You were excited to see new lands even though you feared what they harbored.

“If you need to hold on to me when we get going you can,” he said, making you both blush despite yourselves.

A few moments later Thorin called out: “Company ready?” in a deep booming voice, “Aye!” They all replied in unison. “Company, move out!” He bellowed and urged his pony forward. The rest followed behind him one by one. When your animal lurched forward you grabbed Kili's waist for dear life. The company was silent till they got to the end of the forest. You had your cheek pressed against Kili’s shoulder and your chest against his back. The fur of his coat was very soft against your face as you turned your head to look over his other shoulder. You yawned but didn’t realize you did it right next to his ear and breathed down his neck. He determinedly kept his eyes on the pony ahead of him to keep the blush rising in his chest at bay.

“You can take a nap if you need to,” he said over his shoulder in a soft voice for only you to hear.

“That sounds like a good idea,” You yawned again. You buried your face in the soft spare fabric of the hood on his back and cuddled closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and sleep swiftly took you. He knew this because he could feel your breathing slow on the back of his neck. He was happy you could sleep and couldn’t help his smile. You shifted now and then, turning your head one way then a while later turning it the other. Kili tried not to talk or move too much in fear of waking your delicate slumber. By midday, you felt very well rested. You took a deep breath and released your grasp on Kili to stretch your arms above your head, arching your back to wake yourself up. You quickly slipped your arms around him again, so you didn’t fall.

“Good morning!” He chirped, “Well afternoon really,” he corrected with a smile, “Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his shoulder “I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” you said thinking back on the restless weeks before your arrival in Middle Earth.

“Good,” He nodded. “Happy I could be of service.”

“Yes, you make quite the comfortable bed,” you replied.

An easy silence settled between you for a while. You contentedly watched the landscape pass by while he kept the pony on the path.

“What’s a good weapon for a beginner?” You asked knowing you needed to start wrapping your head around the fact that you could be stuck here forever and needed to protect yourself. He thought about that for a few moments.

“I’d have to say a bow,” He shrugged, “I don’t know honestly, lemme ask Fili,” he kicked up his pony to walk faster to be next to his brother. “What is the best weapon for a beginner?” He asked him. Fili glanced at you and thought for a moment.

“Hmm I think a sword would be easiest,” He replied, contradicting his brother.

“A sword?!” Kili said incredulously “No that’s one of the harder ones,” He swatted his hand as if to swipe the words from the air.

Fili scoffed “For you maybe,” he said barely keeping his teasing smile under control “But not to the rest of us, my weapon-challenged brother.” That made you giggle. Kili huffed and pulled his horse back, so he wasn’t beside his brother anymore.

“Are you that bad with a sword?” you asked, trying not to laugh too much.

“No!” he exclaimed, “I’m just better with a bow and arrows,” he pouted.

‘Awe he’s so cute when he pouts’ Your thought took you by surprise.

“Perhaps you can teach me, Archer,” Your voice was lower than you intended, making you both blush. Your breath ghosted over his ear making him shiver just a little. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, his face so close to yours. He looked at your lips then deep into your eyes holding eye contact.

“Maybe I will,” he said in a deep gruff whisper that made you gasp and goosebumps rush over your skin. He turned back and smiled; proud he could get a rise out of you. You huffed and distanced yourself from him by leaning back, needing the space to calm down.

As night drew closer, Thorin led the company to the edge of a forest and found a shallow cave, more like a cliff overhang to make camp for the night. He told Fili and Kili to take care of the ponies and Oin and Gloin to make the fire. After the meals had been handed out Thorin told you to take Fili and Kili a bowl. You walked through the forest and found them looking at a downed tree in panicked awe.

“Something took 4 of the ponies,” Fili said to you, hoping you’d have the answer to their predicament.

“Yes, and…” you nodded at them trying not to panic yourself “What are you going to do about it since it’s your problem?”

The brothers decided to see what took the ponies and if they could handle it themselves, no need to worry Thorin, right? You followed them as they tracked the pony-nappers. Kili hid behind a tree and peeked around, you hid behind him and peeked over his shoulder. 3 large trolls were something to worry about, and a sight that made that dreadful feeling drop from your chest into your stomach. Your grip on Kili’s coat tightened.

He turned to you and said in barely a whisper, “Go back to camp and tell Thorin”.

Fili was immediately against it, huffing and puffing from behind his tree. Kili shrugged and motioned with hands as if to say, ‘What else would you have us do?!’ Fili huffed again and snuck around the tree. He tried to cut the rope fence with his sword, but he took too long. The trolls caught him. They were deciding ways to eat him when Kili looked at you in alarm and told you to go back to camp. You ran as fast as you could.

“Ponies! Big grey troll things took the ponies!” You said out of breath pointing the way you just came “Fili…in…danger”. Thorin cursed in dwarfish and rallied the company. Balin told you to keep your distance, so you didn’t get caught in the fight.

The dwarves fought bravely but were captured. Bilbo bid for more time while you thought of a plan. You heard the trolls complain about daylight coming and that gave you an idea. You saw the trolls had made camp in the shade cast by a large boulder. You wedged a branch under the rock and used the leverage to try to roll it. It was very heavy, and you were not. It took everything in your power to push the branch to roll the boulder down the ditch edge it rested on. The trolls were washed in sunlight, turning them to stone and freeing the company. They cheered when you stepped over the branch and into the clearing. You helped them from their confines and smiled and blushed when they praised your good job.

Back at camp the company gathered their things and discussed what to do now. Fili suddenly hushed the company.

“Warg howls in the distance,” He whispered to Thorin “They are coming!”

“RUN!” Thorin yelled at the company. Following Thorin everyone started running. You all ran as fast as you could onto a hilly plane sprinkled with trees and boulders. You ran and ran till the Wargs finally caught up. They began to encircle you. The company fought the beasts, taking them down as still more came at them. You went to hide behind the rock formation but fell into it instead. You climbed out as the Wargs were closing in.

“Down here!” you called “There’s a passage this way!” you slid down to make room for the others. Thorin was the last one, as he slid down a horn was blown near the entrance to the passage.

“I can’t see where it leads, do we follow?” One of the dwarves asked.

“Yes! We follow!” Thorin barged through the dwarves and led the company through the narrow pass. You all walked for a few minutes, but then Thorin rounded a corner and slowed as he realized where he’d unwittingly led the company. The rest kept walking around him, but Bilbo stopped and said in admiration: “Rivendell”. You stopped as well to take in the view before you. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. A small town on the side of a mountain with water flowing from beneath some of the glittering structures.

As Thorin led the company over a bridge, you grabbed Kili’s arm to steady yourself as you looked around and took in the ornate statues and architecture of the front steps of a large building. A man much taller than you or the dwarves approached the group.

“We would like to speak to Lord Elrond,” Thorin said through gritted teeth. He was swallowing his pride for the betterment of the quest, that much was clear through his clenched fists and tense shoulders.

“Lord Elrond isn’t here,” The elf said regretfully.

“Then where is he?” Thorin’s patience was growing thin. A horn was sounded on the other side of the bridge you’d just crossed. Everyone turned to see a group of horses galloping towards them. The dwarves began shouting in dwarfish and closing ranks with their weapons ready for battle. You were pushed into the very center of the circle as tall horses and riders circled you. They stopped suddenly and the one on a black horse dismounted.

“My Lord Elrond,” The elf who first approached you said with a bow.

“Lindir” Elrond bowed his head at him then turned to the leader of your group, “Welcome Thorin son of Thrain,” He looked over the dwarf “You have your grandfather's bearings.”

“I’m afraid I know you only from the stories my grandfather told me,” Thorin was doing his best to be polite. (You were later informed that the stories were mostly about him being a ninny.)

“I’d like to offer you and your company a taste of our elfish hospitality,” Elrond said with a warm smile.

“Does that mean we’ll eat?!” Bombur called from the back. The company chuckled at him.

“Yes Bombur, that means we’ll eat” Dori replied. The company cheered at the prospect of a full belly and a warm hearth.

Not long after, you were sat next to Bilbo and Kili at a large table. The salad appetizers were very good despite the dwarves not liking green food very much. You giggled at their jokes about how bad the music was or how they wanted chips and meat. Thorin was sat at another table across from Elrond discussing something you couldn’t hear, but you could tell it pained Thorin to be in the other man's presence.

You turned to Kili beside you. “Thorin looks constipated,” you said in a low voice barely containing your laughter “He can’t even pretend to be enjoying this”. Kili looked over at his uncle and laughed with you.

When the meals were served there was boisterous laughter and general dwarfish shenanigans, the usual at any merry dwarfish gathering. Bilbo looked like he was having PTSD from when they were doing the same at his house at the beginning of the quest. At the end of the meal, Thorin and Balin disappeared with Elrond to discuss a map. You asked Kili if he would escort you to the markets with as much innocent girlish need as you could muster to solidify your security. He agreed and walked with you through the corridors and to the market. He helped you get a fair price on a bag, a blanket, and a bedroll. The next thing you needed was clothes to blend in.

“What do the women around here wear exactly?” You asked him. He shrugged.

“It depends, I guess” He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he followed you around the clothing stalls like a puppy.

“Gee, that’s a big help.” You teased.

After some more wandering you found a stall selling clothes that looked your size. You purchased a dark blue form-fitting tunic that stopped above your knees and had slits on the sides that went up to your hips. It paired very nicely with the brown pants and brown coat with dark blue highlights you bought as well. Kili helped barter with the merchants since you didn’t know the fair price of things here. In another section of the market, you bought spools of black, blue, and pink thread. You put your belongings in your new bag.

“Are we done?” Kili asked, sounding slightly annoyed. He was ready to go back to the others and be away from so many elves. You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. He led you through the busy crowded markets by holding your hand. You were thankful he was in front of you so he couldn’t see your blush. You made it back to the group, who had set up camp in a courtyard garden at the end of a hallway. Just as you arrived two female and two male elves came down the hallway.

One of the males stepped forward, “The bathhouse is ready for you now” he said to the group.

“Bath?! We don’t need no stinkin’ bath!” Exclaimed a dwarf from behind the fire. The rest heartily agreed, not ready to drop their pants on elvish soil it seemed.

“I’d like a bath” you timidly said, not wanting to make a fuss but very much wanting to be clean.

“Very good mistress dwarf, if you’ll follow us,” one of the female elves said. You were tense as you followed the four elves down the corridor, not sure what you were doing.

“You best go with her lad,” Dori said to Kili, “You never know what an elf might try to pull.” He glared at the back of the elves as they walked away. Kili nodded and ran after you.

“Y/N!” He called making you and the elves stop.

“Oh, change your mind, Kili?” You asked with an innocent smile, happy to have his company.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He smiled too.

You were led to a large door that opened into a covered hot spring that flowed over the balcony to create an assumably gorgeous waterfall. Columns lined the outer edge of the room which was split down the middle by a cloth partition. The male elves walked to one side of the divider with Kili in tow, while the females walked to the other. The elves asked that you wash under the heated shower of water off to the side before entering the hot springs. They left you to your own devices.

“I’ve never seen anything like this have you?” You asked Kili across the large room.

“No” He smiled at the wonder in your voice from seeing new things and making discoveries. He thought it was very cute.

You placed your bag and new clothes on the vanity in the corner. You undressed and stepped under the warm shower. You used the bar of soap you found to wash your hair and body. It was the best-smelling soap you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Hey, Kee?” You hollered.

“Yeah?” He yelled back.

“Do you plan on keeping your soap?”

“No…Why?”

“I’ll take it then. I’ll need extra anyway,” And you were so happy you did. That soap made your hair silky smooth and stronger than ever. You rinsed the suds away then stepped into the hot springs.

It felt luxurious. You couldn’t help but moan a little as the heat pulled every knot and tense muscle from you. Relaxed, you floated in the steamy water.

“You still there Kili?” you asked suddenly nervous he’d left you.

“Yeah, I’m here” He replied, “We shouldn’t take too much longer though, Thorin could be back any minute and who knows what kind of a mood he’ll be in.”

That made you enjoy the bath a little faster. Not long after you began drying off and getting dressed. You took the hairbrush and beads and other miscellaneous hair trinkets that were on the vanity. You looked in the mirror at your new outfit. It fit as you thought, though a little snugger in some places than others, hugging your curves to allow for movement yet still baggy for breathability and insulation. Overall, a nice ensemble.

“Ready Y/N?” Kili asked from across the partition.

“Yeah, you can come over, I’m just packing my things.” You replied, folding your old clothes, and putting them in your bag with the rest of your things.

“Here’s the soap” He handed it to you.

“Thanks!” You smiled at him; you simply wrote his flushed cheeks off to the hot water. When you stood, he was able to get a much better look at you in your new clothes.

“A perfect fit I see” He smiled, looking you up and down. He couldn’t help but imagine what you’d look like wearing nothing but his tunic. A line of thought he blushed at and quickly willed away.

“Does it look alright? I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit” You fussed with the hems and the folds trying to make them lay better. He grabbed your hand to make you stop fidgeting.

“You look great,” he said with a genuine smile. You smiled and nodded your appreciation.

You walked back to camp, making moneyless bets on what mood Thorin would be in when he returned.

As you approached Fili saw you in your new outfit and said, “Well look at this…” Making the rest of the company look at you too, “Our wee lass looks like a bona fide middle earther now!” They cheered at your near-complete indoctrination.

“Now she just needs to learn how to fight like one.” Bofur quipped from beside the fire.

“Then I wouldn’t need any of you to protect me!” You put the back of your hand to your forehead feigning a damsel in distress, making the company laugh. You sat on the ground beside the long chair Kili was now examining his weapons in and leaned against it. You held out a stone fish figurine to him.

“As a thank you for helping me” you cleared your throat “…And for being my friend.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you knew he was smiling a little around his reed pipe. He took it from your open hands. You know it wasn’t much but it’s all you could offer.

“Maybe one day you can return it to the ocean,” you said, referring to your previous conversation.

“Maybe I will,” he smiled down at you with genuine fondness.

“Bombur!” Bofur called before throwing a sausage to his cousin. The table, which took skilled elfin craftsman months, even years to craft and carve out of solid wood, collapsed under the massive weight of Bombur. Everyone erupted in laughter, it was nice to be part of the group and share in the merriment.

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Thorin stopped Balin on their way back to the camp, “We should leave her here,” He said, “She is a liability.”

Balin had a terrible sinking feeling in his round tummy when he thought of splitting you up.

“So what if she is, Thorin?” Balin said near pleading. “Have you ever seen your nephew that happy or open with a girl that quick before? I’ve never seen the lad so engaged in a conversation that didn’t have to do with weapons before last night. So what if she dies on our quest, at least we gave them a chance to happen, and if fate finds their pairing favorable it will all work out!” Balin was desperate to keep you and the young prince together if only to keep the sinking feeling at bay.

Thorin huffed, “Very well, but her blood is not on my hands,” He walked away and into the camp.

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Thorin and Balin returned, and the tone became slightly more serious—slightly. The company settled and laid their bedrolls in the grassy parts of the garden. You laid yours out as well and prepped for sleep by removing your shoes and coat. The night was warm enough that your blanket would suffice. You looked up at the stars wondering if any of the constellations were the same as back home. You cuddled your coat to your chest relishing the feel of the soft fabric. The low conversation between Fili and Kili, while they sat on watch across the fire, lulled you to sleep.

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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[ichoosechoasandbeingqueer]

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[greenandsorrow]

MASTERPOST || HELLO MY OLD HEART (ongoing)

Pairing; mainly Thorin Oakenshield x fem!faerie!reader

Warnings; fighting scenes, descriptions of injuries, death & loss, sexual undertones at times, middle earth magic, lots of angst & hurt, mean!reader, toxic!reader, selfish!reader, immortal!reader, reader with female anatomy, a not sugarcoated Thorin, I have read the Silmarillion and you should too

Summary; Thorin & company set out to reclaim the kingdom of Erebor from the claws of the cunning Smaug. On their way out of Hobbiton they come across something peculiar. Faeries in Middle Earth have gone extinct, but you have managed to survive against all odds. Your unique beauty and mischievous but still kind character captures the king's heart. His suspicions towards your magic will soon be replaced with a deep love for the real you. Are you ready to go on an adventure?

Author's note; I love the Hobbit. I have some issues with the movie adaptation but that hasn't stopped me from rewatching it relentlessly. The book is like a blanket of comfort for me and I've been smitten with the fictional character of Thorin for too long🥹 You can ask to be added to this fic's taglist!

THE HOBBIT

An unexpected journey

NOTHING SO FAR😖

The desolation of Smaug

Battle of the five armies

My OC is completely mine.

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[lonelyvermonster]

Winter Lull

As described by Mr. Bilbo, the place were hobbits truly lie is in "peace and quiet and good tilled earth". Hobbits are often seen spending much of their time outside in their gardens under the sun. However, what about when the sun only shines upon hobbit kind for a few hours?

Just as hobbits are drawn outside during spring by the sunlight and development of new life, during winter hobbits act much like most everything else in nature; they slow down. If one were to take a stroll through Bag End during the snowfall they would notice the residents spend most of their time deep within the comforting warmth of their homes. Letting their bodies rest; sleeping and relaxing with family before the breeze turns warm and the garden soil once again beckons.

The other species of Middle Earth do not feel this instinctual need to pull inward toward community and relaxation. Most elves or dwarves, if asked, are very unlikely to even know about this endearing habit of the smallest of middle-earths people. Of course, this was no problem. That was until one particularly adventurous hobbit brought a pack of dwarves to Bag End just before winter.

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The Battle of the five armies had taken a lot from the dwarfs but in the end, they were able to reclaim their home. Bilbo could hardly walk away from the dwarves he had come to care for as his family. There was too much to do in Erebor; Thorin may have been capable leader, but even the best of kings could use a little help. After all Bilbo had seen and experienced, what would a few more days away from home be?

Months later, when the work slowed, Bilbo made plans to return home. It was intended to be a simple affair but after the twins caught word of the upcoming trip, Bilbo found himself with a party of dwarves to see to his safe return. (Dwarfs who completely ignored his insistence that after getting rid of a dragon and riding into war, he was more than capable of handling a simple walk home.)

The slow transition of Bilbos behavior was not first noticed by his friends. The trip back to Bag End wasn't the rushed and desperate affair that their last journey had been. Bilbos 2nd meal helpings and afternoon naps didn't faze a single one of them. After all, he had done so much for them! Who were they to begrudge him a touch of leisure? They hardly experience any conflict during the trip. That was until they got to those quaint little rolling hills to discover that Bilbo's home had been picked clean of each and every possession.

It was quite a sight for residents of Hobbiton. A troupe of angry dwarves banging down doors, demanding the return of possessions to a hobbit that they had declared dead months ago. After so long having to sit in dull meetings and mourn the loss of far too many of their own a bit of mischief and trouble making was exactly what the Twins needed. Even Thorn himself almost seemed to enjoy staring down Bilbos more precocious relatives. With the neighbors to intimidate and possessions to reclaim, the sedate nature of their hobbit continued to go unnoticed.

Oddly enough Killi was the first to take note. One day, Bilbo fell asleep hardly 20 minutes after he had eaten breakfast. A few days later, when he slipped into a nap after luncheon, Balin was rather concerned that it took a considerable racket to wake him back up. Before the quest none of them had spent any significant time around hobbits. They didn't know what sickness looked like in someone who wasn't a dwarf. Worry spread among them all that something was terribly wrong with their dear friend. The dwarfs began once more to make trips to the doors of the other hobbits in hopes to learn about the illnesses that was afflicting Bilbo. But as each of them went from one door to the next hardly anyone was awake. Those who answered acted as if something had been slipped into their pipe weed. Whatever had happened to Bilbo seemed to have spread to all of Hobbiton almost overnight.

When supper came Bilbo finally seemed to have enough energy to truly engage with them. The Twins would hardly move from his side and Dwalin kept pressing mug after mug of black tea into Bilbo's hand. Even more worrisome was the fact that Bilbo was deeply confused as to why they were acting this way. Eventually it was Bofur who broke. His eyes began to water as he told Bilbo how much he will be missed when this illness brings his end.

This led to a several hours long (and rather exhausting) lecture from Bilbo about the intricacies of Hobbit sleeping habits.

To this day Thorin insists he knew all along that Bilbo was fine.

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[sunbloomdew]

the hobbit is the perfect base for a found family story. A long journey with a bunch of strangers? As you travel you get to know each other, your weaknesses and strenghts and how to overcome them? Each one of the 14 members (f u gandalf) can be an interesting individual and have unique dynamics with other characters? brotherhood? families of choice?? friendships, family and love??? a dramatic ass wizard???? all that on a journey which goal is to reclaim the dwarves' home? bless

ao3 writers who write thorin's company as family and give them cool dynamics I LOVE YOU!!! KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DO!!!

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[its-still-atlass]

I think I have the start of a cold so I made this to cheer myself up :)

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[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Finally! The much anticipated Bodyguard Dwalin SOS. So sorry about the wait. Had to do a little hibernation in February, but I'm back and ready to finish the last of these.

Dwalin Guard's Thorin Heart

Rating: G

Warning(s): N/A

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Quest of Erebor | Humor | bodyguard Dwalin | Getting Bilbo and Thorin Together | Dwalin's POV | Bilbo is an accident magnet

Summary: After the Carrock, Thorin pulls Dwalin aside asking him to protect his One from harm. Dwalin had no idea how difficult a task this was going to be, but the Burglar is an accident magnet!

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When Thorin pulled Dwalin aside that evening, he had anticipated almost every other scenario than the one he found himself in. He thought Thorin would want to talk about the fact that they had no supplies and no food. Or the most unlikely scenario, that he wanted to apologize for charging Azog and leaving him dangling in that stupid tree. Even that would have been a long shot, but more believable in his mind than what Thorin actually said to him.

“Bilbo is my One.”

Dwalin had just stared at him as questions circled like vultures in his mind. Bilbo? As in the hobbit? As in the hobbit that Thorin hadn’t been able to stand? That Bilbo. When had he come to that conclusion? And did Thorin hit his head hard in the last few days that Dwalin didn’t know about? Instead, the words that finally left his lips were…

“Why are you telling me this?”

Thorin gave him a small smirk, and Dwalin realized Thorin thought he had somehow accepted his bizarre claim.

“I need you to protect him.” Thorin stated. “Protect him as if he were our own.”

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[middleearthpixie]

Good Trouble ~ Chapter One

A/N: Connected to the Durin's Garage Series started by the amazing @laurfilijames. I'm revising and re-posting this fic, since I plan on (hopefully) getting back into it in full swing.

Also, I've changed my tag list a bit - if you'd like to be added (for this fic or for all of them) or removed, please let me know! 💜

Summary: When your car breaks down, there is only one garage in town - Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs. And sometimes, they do more than just tune your engine, check your oil, and top off your fluids…

Everyone in town knows Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs is THE place to go when your car needs work, and everyone knows that Dwalin Fundinson is to be avoided outside of the garage. He’s an ace mechanic, but trouble otherwise.

But then again, there is such a thing as good trouble, as you are about to discover…

Pairing: Modern!Dwalin x reader

Warning: Rated E, NSFW 18+ ~ Minor violence, oral sex (F receiving,) unprotected intercourse (m/f)

Word Count: 6,399

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Snow swirled past the front windows. The first snow of the year. Well, it was December. The year was coming to a close and you were no closer to your goal of doing something with your life beyond pulling beers and fending off overeager frat boys from the nearby university.

Not that there was anything wrong with bartending. There wasn’t. You loved your job and where you spent most of your waking hours. For the most part, the Dunraven Pub was one of the best jobs you’d ever had. Money was decent. Tips were good. Drunks and those overeager frat boys really were the only downside.

Still… sometimes you wondered if there wasn’t more to be found, somewhere outside the town where you were born and raised. Something was missing from your life. Trouble was, you couldn’t figure out what that something might be. All you knew was things were’t right, and to make matters worse. your father had been growing more and more insistent that you come home. And home was to be avoided at all costs.

The door opened, the gust of frigid wind carrying snow into the pub, and you looked up to see Dwalin Fundinson brushing more snow off the top of his bald head. Actually, would bald even be the right term? Because while the top of his head had no hair (his long, dark hair began somewhere around the middle of his head) it instead was quite intricately tattooed instead, as were the backs of his hands, his forearms, and probably at least up to his shoulders. If the rumor mill was to be believed, even his junk was inked, but you could neither confirm nor deny that little tidbit. You knew better than to get to close to Mr. Fundinson. Everyone knew he was trouble. Always ready for a fight. Not one to mince words. Niceties weren’t necessary his strong suit. He scared the shit out of old ladies, probably. 

He was, however, a damn fine mechanic, as seemed to be the case with everyone over at Durin’s Garage and Engine Repairs. They’d been in business since at least the last century and while other garages opened up here and there, none managed to remain in business. Durin drove them all out over time. 

He looked to be in a particularly dark mood as he sank onto a barstool at the end of the bar. You walked over, menu in hand, and smiled. “Evening, Mr. Dwalin, what can I get for you?”

He looked up and in the low light, it was difficult to tell that his eyes were blue, but you knew they were. A pale blue, almost gray, really. Pale and cold. You had the feeling he’d seen some things that haunted him. Perhaps that was why he always seemed to be spoiling for a fight. But, you didn’t know him well enough to pry.

“What’s on tap tonight? Anything new?”

You shook your head. “Bobby knows the regulars aren’t interested in any fads, so same thing every week. So, what’re you in the mood for?”

“Ye have Yuengling Dark Brewed?”

“You know we do.” You took a pint glass from the rack, and moved to the tap to fill it, then set a napkin before him, and the glass atop it. “Am I starting a tab or is this your only one?”

“Tab.”

You knew he’d say that, although his tabs never ran more than three drinks of any sort. He wasn’t a big drinker and you’d actually seen him nurse a pint more often than not, especially if he came in with the men he worked with. While they could be loud and raucous, the Durin men—Thorin, and his nephews, Fili and Kili—were not rowdy. They weren’t obnoxious. They just kept to themselves, and when they showed up, every woman in the Dunraven lusted after them, no matter how old or young said woman might be. The entire lot of them were too handsome for their own good. And even Dwalin wasn’t the exception to that rule. Plenty of women eyed him up like a side of beef as well, but he rarely returned the sentiment. You’d never seen him leave the pub with any woman, and you knew plenty of them tried to coax him out.

And that left you curious.

He nursed his beer and you moved further down the bar as two college boys stepped up. One smiled, showing off way too many teeth that were too white and too lupine. “Hey, honey,” he said, “can I get two shots of Jägermeister?”

You ignored the honey, and looked up at him. “Do you have any ID?” 

“Sure.” He tugged his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and then flipped it open. “See?”

“Take it out please.”

“Why?”

“Because I asked you to.”

He sighed, but worked his license free and slapped it on the bar. Out of state. You picked it up and as sweetly as you could manage, asked, “Do you have a second form of ID to go with this?”

“A second form of—are you fucking kidding me?” His eyes narrowed. “I’m twenty-one. It says it right there.”

“State law requires a second form of ID with an out of state license.” You handed it back to him. “So, if you have any other ID, hand it over. If not, have a nice evening.”

“You stupid—are you kidding me?“

You folded your arms, staring at him as if he was a toddler you’d caught being fresh. He thought he was a tough-guy, but you dealt with guys like him almost every night of the week and if he thought he’d win the battle, he was sorely mistaken. “What was that?”

“You want more ID?” He rifled through his wallet, yanking out credit cards and store rewards cards to scatter across the bar. “There, more ID. Now can I get my goddamn shot of Jäger?”

“No. We’re done and you need to go.” You gestured toward the door with one hand, and swept the pile of plastic cards at him with the other. 

He scowled. “You’re refusing to serve me?”

“Are ye deaf?” Dwalin broke in, glaring at him. “Ye don’t have the ID, ye don’t get the shots. It’s no’ a difficult concept.”

“Did anyone ask you?”

You sighed. “Tony?” 

Tony was the bouncer and he was there in a moment, grabbing the kid by the arm. “Time for you to go, tiger.”

“Tiger? What the fuck? What am I? Twelve? Get your goddamned hands off me!”

You looked over at Dwalin as Tony tossed the frat boy out of the bar. “Thank you. Next one’s on me.”

He held up a hand. “Don’t mention it. Can’t stand snot-nosed kids who think they know everything. He’s been legal all of five minutes, little shit.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile. “Well, thank you, just the same. Are you hungry? The kitchen’s still open.”

“No, thanks. It’s just been a long day.”

You leaned your elbow against the bar. “Want to talk about it?”

He lifted the bottle of porter to his lips and shook his head, rumbling, “Not particularly,” before he took a pull.

“If you change your mind,” you winked, “I’ll be right over there.”

That got you something of a smile and a wry, “I’ll try to remember that.”

You moved down to the far end to wait on a couple of soccer moms and by the time you were finished with them, Dwalin was gone, a twenty tucked under the bottle. The tip was more than the total of the bill. You smiled as you cleared away the bottle and tucked the tip into your jar. 

By the time your shift was over, it was nearly two AM and you were dead tired. But, you were also off tomorrow, so at least you had that going for you. You bid Tony and Bobby goodnight, and made your way out into the cold and the snow. Your car was parked in the far corner of the lot, under the only streetlight. You figured you broke even on danger scale that way—well lit, but far away.

It was still snowing, and the breeze had picked up to sift the powder this way and that. It also muffled footsteps, which was why you never heard the college boy come up behind you until his hands planted firmly against your shoulder blades and he shoved.

You reeled forward, stumbled over your own boots, and went down hard against the pavement. He grabbed a handful of your hair to twist. “Not so high and mighty now, are you, bitch?”

You didn’t hear the second set of footfalls, but then frat boy yelped and let go of you and you flipped onto your back in time to see Dwalin throw a punch that dropped the kid like a sack of sand. No whimper. No yelp. Just a fist meeting his face, followed by a dull thud. 

“Dwalin?” You stared up at him, oblivious to the snow soaking into your jeans, and only just noticed the cold that bit into you. “What are you doing here this late? You left hours ago.”

He reached down to catch you by the wrist and tugged you to your feet. “I had a bad feeling about this snot-nosed punk.” He nudged the frat boy with a booted foot, then turned back to you. “Are ye okay?”

“I’m a little shaken up, but okay otherwise.” You looked up at him as you brushed the snow off your ass, from the backs of your legs. Frat boy must’ve gotten a lick in, for a bruise was forming under his right eye, and below that, a small cut. “Did he hit you?”

“Aye, if ye can call it a hit. I’ve been hit harder by my own kin.” He jerked back. “Ah, don’t touch it!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby. Come on, you’ve got a cut under your eye. There’s a first aid kit under the bar, let’s just—”

You started back toward the bar, only to have him refuse to move and stopped you short as he growled, “It’s fine and I don’t need first aid.”

“You’re bleeding.”

He probed at the small cut beneath his eye with a fingertip. “It’s fine. Barely a cut and more like a scratch.”

“Oh my god, you are a stubborn mule.” You crouched to scoop up your purse and the book you read when the bar was slow. As you stood, you faced him again. “Thank you. I don’t know why you were loitering around here so late, even if you did have a bad feeling, but I’m glad you were.” 

“Well, as long as yer all right. Ye should go before he wakes up.”

“What if he presses charges?”

“I’ll remind him that he assaulted ye first.”

You looked down at the slide mark in the snow, made by you when you fell, and a shiver ran along your spine. If Dwalin hadn’t been there… it could have been so much worse. It probably would have been so much worse. 

You shivered again, which did not go unnoticed. 

He shrugged out of his leather jacket and moved to drop it around your shoulders. “Ye aren’t wearing a coat, lass. Are ye mad? It’s nearly freezing out here.”

“I don’t like driving in a jacket and I didn’t think I’d need it to go from the car to the bar and vice versa.” Your stomach tossed suddenly and without thinking, you leaned into him. He was warm. He smelled nice—like the snow itself, crisp and clean. And when he drew an arm around you, you felt safe.

He draped the jacket over his arm. “Let me see ye to yer car.”

“It’s the Jeep in the corner.”

“Ye shouldn’t be parking out here. Yer too far from, the building.”

“Employees aren’t allow to park closer. Those spaces are for customers.”

“Bobby is a jackass.”

You managed a small laugh. “I won’t argue that.” 

At your red Jeep Wrangler, you said, “Where is your car?”

“I don’t take my car out on nights like this. And it’s no weather for a bike, so I’m on foot.”

“A bike? As in a motorcycle?”

He nodded. “Yes, as in a motorcycle.”

That didn’t surprise you as all. He definitely looked like the motorcycle sort, and you could easily see him astride one. “Isn’t a little cold out for being on a bike?”

He shrugged. “I don’t feel the cold so much, so no. I guess not. But,” he looked up, holding out a hand palm up to catch the silent flakes drifting around them, “like I said, too dangerous to be on my bike on a night like tonight, so I’m on foot instead.”

“On foot? How far do you live from here?”

“Not far. A mile or so that way,” he pointed toward the center of town. 

“You walked here?”

“I took an Uber.”

You bit back a smile, picturing the look on his driver’s face when said driver got a good look at him. “You must have made him wet his pants.”

To her surprise, he grinned. “He did look a wee bit nervous, now that ye mention it.”

“Get in.” You beeped off the alarm. “The least I can do is give you a ride home. Although,” you looked over at frat boy, “think we should at least nudge him?”

“Fuck him.” Dwalin tugged open the passenger door and climbed in. “It’d serve him right to freeze his nuts off out here.”

You couldn’t argue with that, so you didn’t. You climbed into the driver’s seat, kicked over the ignition, and backed out of the space. 

Dwalin directed you through town to a small apartment complex not far from Durin’s Garage. You pulled into a guest space and put the engine in neutral, tugging the emergency brake up to engage it. Two slots over, a tarp draped what you assumed was probably his motorcycle and you wondered what kind of bike he owned. A Harley, no doubt. Something jet black and shiny, with a throaty-sounding engine. 

“Are ye sure yer okay?”

You nodded. “I’m fine. Really. Thank you again, though. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

“Yer welcome.” He looked over at you, and when he smiled, it was like being hit with something heavy—like a cast-iron frying pan—only there was no pain following the blow. “Like I said, I had a feeling he was trouble.”

“Well, people say that about you, too, you know.”

He nodded. “I know.”

“So, why did you really come back?”

“I told ye—”

“You left two hours ago. Where were you?”

“I came home and the more I thought about it, the more I worried. The more I worried, the less I could sleep. So, I caught an Uber and came back.”

“You were worried about me?”

“Yeah. I like ye.”

“You like me.”

He nodded. “I like ye. Ye don’t really think it takes me two hours to finish one silly porter, do ye?”

“I thought you were a lightweight.” You couldn’t resist teasing him. It was a gamble, and you held your breath for a moment. 

But then, he chuckled. “I can drink any one of those boys under the table, ye know.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I can. I just choose not to because someone’s got to look out for them.” He looked up and met your gaze again and you felt the air crackle around you. Without thinking, you leaned across, over the console, and kissed him.

He looked so fierce and frightening, with his long, dark hair and heavy dark beard and mustache, and all of his ink, but the second your lips met, his hands came up to cradle your face. His thumbs moved along your cheeks in soft, sweeping motions. His lips were just as soft, almost surprisingly so, and they moved against your with a gentleness you never would have taken him to possess. His lips parted, his tongue brushed along the edges of your lips, then slid between them to caress yours. He released your face, his arms snaking about your waist and, with almost no effort, he pulled you astride him. 

Your knees sank into the perforated leather seat on either side of his hips, and you wrapped your arms about his neck, pressing yourself flush against him. His body was firm and hard, muscles lay thick across his shoulders, down his upper back. 

Little by little, the Jeep’s windows fogged up and the heat seemed to work too well. It made your clothes heavy and uncomfortable. His fingers curled into the bottom of your navy blue Dunraven Pub tee shirt, tugged it from the waist of your jeans, and when his hands lay flat against your bare skin, you actually shivered. His fingertips were warm and rough, dragging up along the valley of your spine. They snagged in your bra strap. A flick of one wrist, and the band opened and you sucked in a deep breath as—

“Ohhh…” The sigh leaked from you as those rough fingertips swept along the outer curve of your breasts. His thumbs dragged teasingly about your nipples, sending ripples of icy pleasure spiking through you with each achingly slow turn. Your nipples puckered into taut beads beneath his touch and as they did, a silky heat began to pool between your legs. You rocked slightly forward, and when you met the very firm bulge of his cock straining against his jeans, you smiled and shivered at the same time. It had been a while since you’d fooled around with anyone, never mind that you were fooling around with Dwalin, who reeked of danger and sex and everything your mother always warned you away from, all the while fearing it was exactly what would attract you.

And attract you it did. You’d spent so many nights wondering about him, watching him interact with his friends, how he seemed especially protective toward Thorin Durin. Perhaps the rumors were lies and he wasn’t nearly as frightening as those rumors wanted you to believe.

And then there was the rumor about his ink…

You shivered. This was like being a teenager all over again, hoping like hell you didn’t get caught by the cops because a nosy neighbor saw or heard you. The Jeep’s interior grew warmer by the minute and the only light came from a streetlight on the opposite side of the parking lot. More shadow than light filled the Jeep’s interior, but you didn’t need light to see. You knew what he looked like—trouble. Good trouble. 

He pushed your tee shirt higher, his beard tickled your skin as he shifted just enough and his lips replaced his thumb, his tongue slowly swirling about one aching nipple now. Your back arched of its own, your eyes closing as his hands skimmed up your back, then down, his thumbs hooking in the waist of your jeans.The air grew heavy with arousal, with your sighs as he coaxed even more heat from you. Knots seemed to form just below your belly, dropping into your core to spread that fire. You bit down hard on your bottom lip as he caught your nipple in gentle, teasing teeth and flicked just the tip of his tongue over it. 

Your fingers wound in the dark hair falling below his shoulders, which was far softer than you’d thought it would be. Your hips rolled toward him, the skim of your thong against your increasingly achy folds offered only slight relief. 

He tried to whisk your tee shirt over your head and when you shifted to let him—

Thunk.

Your head met the roof. “Ow.”

“Sorry, love,” he whispered, letting your tee shirt flutter back down. “Are ye okay?”

You rubbed the small bump on your head. Just touching it sent pain zinging along your scalp, but you didn’t really care all that much as you smiled down at him. “I’m fine.”

His hands came to rest on your hips as another car swung into the lot and for a moment, you felt like a spotlight shone on you. Dwalin cleared his throat. “I should probably let ye go.”

“No,” you said without thinking, “you shouldn’t.”

Those fingers on your hips tightened and the slight smile playing at his lips made your belly flutter with butterflies. “Are ye sure?”

His voice was barely a whisper, a hint of disbelief woven into those three words. He seemed so surprised that you might actually want to be with him,  and it made you think back to the rumors that floated around regarding this man, both flattering and unflattering, made you think about how you always thought him cute, but were afraid the unflattering things were truth and so never made mention of your crush.

Maybe they weren’t true at all.

And, to be totally honest, you really were curious about that tattoo…

Catching his face between your palms, you smiled and nodded. “I’m positive.”

He smiled and tugged you back to him for a gentle kiss. Then, you vaulted back into the driver’s seat, killed the engine, and pushed open the door. The frigid air bit into you and you were thankful that his building was apparently the one closest to the lot. He thrust open the main door. “I’m up the stairs, first door on the left.”

Your heart beat faster now. This wasn’t something you made a habit of, but sometimes exceptions had to be made. This was one of those times.

He came up behind you, his heavy leather boots thudding dully on the stair treads. Under the bright hallway lights it was easy to see why people were actually afraid of him. He did look like a cross between a Hell’s Angel and a… Hell’s Angel. You would not have been at all surprised to find out he did time for killing someone. He looked that fierce. But you also saw hints of that ferocity tempered by the gentle side you had the feeling he didn’t show to many people.

He held a key-laden carabiner in one hand and as he flipped through his keys, you studied those massive hands, trying to figure out what exactly he’d had inked into his skin. But, try as you might, the pictures made no sense to you.

The keys rattled softly as he unlocked the door and pushed it open, then gestured for you to go ahead of him. You stepped into the warm front hallway, and squinted as he threw the switch and the overhead light blazed brightly. A hint of cinnamon and nutmeg hung in the air, along with a whisper of fried onions, which made you smile because you just couldn’t imagine him cooking. Stupid, really. He certainly had to eat, didn’t he?

Besides, the tiny kitchen was just to your right and you saw for yourself the dishes in the drying rack. Dwalin Fundinson was a regular guy after all.

The door closed softly behind them, the lock tumblers falling into place as he re-locked the door. “So, this is my place. It’s not much, but it’s home.”

You smiled at him over one shoulder then turned back toward the small, square living room. It was spotless, the walls dark gray, the trim bright white. The coffee and end tables were chrome and glass. The furniture had clean lines and fit in with the color scheme. The sofa was dark brown, the armchair cobalt blue. The carpeting was dark blue and looked as if it’d been recently vacuumed. It wasn’t at all how you’d picture his apartment to be at all. This was far homier, even if the chrome didn’t do it for you.

“Not much? It’s fine.”

“Not what ye pictured, is it?” A grin teased at his lips. “Ye can admit it.”

“It’s not, no. And that’s really shitty of me to say, because it’s so terribly judgmental.”

“Don’t worry about it. I know what people think when they see me. I count on it.”

“Well, it’s wrong, whether you expect it or not.” You turned toward him. “And I apologize for it.”

He closed the gap between you, looming over you, all broad shoulders and wide chest. Then, he caught your face in his hands, tilted it to his. “Ye don’t have anything to apologize for, love,” he whispered, then bent to just very lightly brush his lips against yours. 

That light, teasing kiss sent chills through you. Your eyes closed. You gave into the urge to lean into him. And when you did, the hand on your left cheek slid down, along your arm, his thumb brushing the outer curve of your breast. His fingers grazed your waist, then he slid that hand back up up to cup your left breast. Your back arched of its own, pressing that breast deeper into his hand. He offered up a gentle squeeze, even gentler kneading. 

He teased you a few minutes, then pulled back and with a heavy-lidded, seductive smile, whisked your tee shirt over your head. 

“Pretty,” he rumbled, tracing a forefinger along the satiny strap of your shimmering blue lace bra. His eyes visibly darkened as his gaze lowered to the nearly-sheer bra. The lace only just barely hid your breasts, but offered up enough of a view to be enticing. You had chosen wisely when you tugged it from the lingerie drawer this morning. 

Wisely, indeed. 

The cups were unlined, just naked, stiff lace that aided in his caress when his thumb brushed over your nipple. It was rough against you, pebbling your nipple with only one pass. You bit down on your bottom lip, fire swirling through you, heat pooling between your legs once more. His free hand slid down along your belly. He popped the snap on your jeans. 

You bit down hard on your bottom lip as he tugged open the fly and his fingers eased beneath the lacy thong that matched your bra, into your curls.

Into that heat. 

He glided easily through your wet folds, his thumb just barely skimming over your clit, his fingers teasing every bit of slick flesh as he moved closer to your entrance. A thick finger slid inside you, thrusting to reach the small swelling that, when he found it, had you moaning softly into the fragrant air as you clenched about that finger moving so slowly inside you. 

Your eyes closed at the sensations running riot through you from a single finger teasing you, bringing you to the brink of insanity. His voice was a gravelly purr, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for you for so long…”

“Why…” Damn it! Your thoughts were like fat, lazy slugs, refusing to form into any sort of coherent pattern. “Why didn’t you say—say anything?”

He slid his finger from you, slid it through your slickness, over your clit once more, and then moved to plunge it back inside you. “A girl like you would never want a guy like me, that’s why.”

“You—you’re wrong. Because I absolutely do want you…” Your head spun so badly, you almost felt faint. He found that swelling again, stroked it to send fire radiating through you. Your orgasm came swift and hot and hard and you gushed over him, your voice a hoarse whisper as you throbbed and clenched about that finger, as you arched and writhed against him. “Oh… holy… oh, yes…”

He teased you mercilessly, finger working inside you, thumb working your clit as you exploded around him. He held you tight, even as your knees buckled from the force of your climax. And when you went limp in his arms, he slid free and bent to slash his mouth over yours. 

You wrapped yourself around him, tugging at his dark gray henley to drag it up toward his shoulders. He pulled free just long enough to sweep it over his head, and then he was back, his lips seizing yours. 

The rest of your clothing got in the way, tugged off and tossed aside as quickly as possible and when no more remained, you let your hands wander over his solid body, from the bulging muscle of his upper arms and shoulders, down to the thick slabs of muscle along his thighs and calves, you explored him with your hands, your lips, your tongue until he trembled against you. 

But, as you moved to kneel before him, he caught you. “No, love,” he growled, “I’m no’ finished with ye.”

He maneuvered you around him, backed you toward the sofa. You sank into the soft cushions, cradled by them as he sank to his knees before you and bent to press a hot kiss into your belly. The cushion shifted beneath you as you gripped a corner when he moved lower. Your eyelids were so fucking heavy, but you would not let them close. Oh, no. You wanted to watch him, wanted to see what he did to you, wanted to see him being so gentle, so loving, with you.

His first stroke came lightly, the tip of his tongue darting against you, but then..

Oh, but then… He shifted and went from short, teasing flicks to long, silky strokes, his heat melding with yours. He swirled his tongue about your clit, down along it, teased you slowly up to the very tip of the aching bead, then down along the opposite side. And with each leisurely pass, your body trembled a bit more. A second orgasm took root, softer at first, but as he applied more pressure, that softness grew into tingly hot fire. He didn’t let up, even as you writhed beneath him. You couldn’t help it. It just felt so fucking good… Everything inside you pulsed in time to his strokes, to his swirls, your hips rocked to meet each velvety caress. You couldn’t hold back your moan as the wave rushed toward you, rising and cresting until—

“Dwalin!” You came in a fiery flash, gushing over his tongue as he continued his sensual torture of your aching flesh. And when he finally eased up, you could barely breathe, convinced you were about to melt into a small puddle on his amazingly comfortable sofa, and you were perfectly fine with that.

He pressed a gentle kiss into the curve of your inner thigh, his beard soft as a whisper against your overly sensitive skin. Another kiss over your hip. Your belly. Up between your breasts, and when his mouth found yours, you felt it through to the center of your being.

You had never realized just how hot he was until now. The ferocity factor always seemed to temper everything else. But the reality was, he was so very handsome, in a rough and tumble sort of way. His upper body lay heavy with muscle that came from hard work and not from a gym, and his left arm was sleeved in black and gray ink that stretched over across his chest as well. Some of the ink was hidden behind a spread of dark hair interspersed with silver, but you could still see it, even if it was a little difficult. 

And that ink also stretched down into his flat belly, more visible because the silver-tipped dark hair thinned into a trail running down the middle of his stomach to his navel, then resumed below, where it joined a thicker, coarser spread of dark hair. You reached out to trace one of the thick black ink lines down along his ribs, down to his hip, where it angled toward that thatch.

He caught your hand in his, snaked his free arm about your waist, and gently drew you up from the sofa. He bent to you, his mouth finding yours and as he deepened his kiss, he swung you up into his arms. 

His bedroom was the end of the narrow hallway, across from the bath. Your belly whooshed as he set you on his very comfortable bed without breaking that same kiss. When he did draw back and his gaze fell completely on you as you lay naked before him, those pale eyes darkened and he growled, “Damn, yer fucking beautiful.”

He bent over you, hands on either side of your shoulders, looming over you to block out all that was around you as he came gently against you. The crisp hair on his chest teased your nipples back into stiff peaks, the thigh he eased between yours pressed just right into your folds to get your arousal flowing once more. You ached to explore his body, to let your hands run over his skin, over the rounded curve of his ass, along the length of his muscled thighs.

You reached for him, curled your fingers about his hard, hot, utterly impressive cock, then smiled when he exhaled with a low, “Ohhh…”

He arched into your touch, into your grasp, and more than anything, you wanted to look to see if the tattoo rumor was true, but it was too dark even if you could get yourself into the right position. The hallway light offered up just enough to make out his silhouette, to see how his eyes glittered as his gaze locked with yours, but that was about it. The question would remain unanswered for now. 

A car alarm sounded in the distance. A door slammed somewhere below you. He shifted just a fraction of an inch to settle between your legs, which parted of their own to accommodate his hips. 

He slid through your folds, your slickness making him simply glide through them. A low growl rumbled from him. He arched away from you, reached a hand between you, and then you felt him press against you. 

He breached you, his thick cock stretching you as he fit it inside you, and you shivered at the sensations he sent scorching through you. He teased you, filled you inch by slow, delicious inch, until you were ready to simply melt around him without his offering up even a single thrust yet.

“Oh, love…” His burr thickened as he whispered your name and moved slowly inside you. “Ah, ye feel so very good…”

You wrapped yourself around him, meeting each thrust with a tilt of your hips. He kissed you, slowly. Deeply. His tongue moved in sync with his hips, teased you, drew yours back into the welcoming heat of his mouth. With each thrust, pleasure spiked thorough you, stronger and sweeter, your climax already building. 

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours.

“What?”

He nodded, offering up another lazy, deep thrust. “I have, love. Ye have no idea what I’d be thinking, watching ye, night after night…”

The thought of him sitting on his barstool, watching you sent a delicious shiver through you. You bent your legs, pressed your knees into his sides and smiled as he let out plaintive moan. “So tell me now,” you whispered, as he thrust harder now. 

Another deep, hard thrust had you trembling around him. Dear god, his control amazed you. Those thrusts were so powerful, and yet, he managed to maintain his steady pace when the fire within you built so quickly, you were ready for him to just jackhammer both of you into oblivion.

He sped up, arching hard against you as he growled, “This, love. This is what I’d be thinking.”

As he spoke, his thrusts came swifter, more powerful, and that was the end of any conversation as you felt the first tingles of another orgasm. You clenched around him, squeezed him as he neared the end. His breath came in harsh gasps, his fingers curled into the dark blue comforter beneath you as he fought for leverage. 

You rocked your hips, meeting each thrust as he surged deep. He sucked in a rough breath, his eyes closed. You melted around him, and as you shattered, he came at the same time. He arched hard, his body jerking with each pulse, and when he finished, he sank against you, his head on your breast. He trembled in your arms, his lips gazing the curve of your right breast as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this since the day I met ye, love…”

You smiled into the darkness, letting your fingers smooth over his dark hair, which was cool and silky to the touch. “You should’ve spoken up sooner.”

“I didn’t think I stood a chance with ye.”

“Why?”

He lifted his head to regard you with sleepy eyes. “Look at ye and look at me. Why would I think otherwise?”

With a low groan, he pulled free of you and rose to pad into the adjoining bathroom, where he emerged with a hand towel. “Girls like ye don’t look at guys like me.”

“Nonsense.” You took the towel to clean yourself up. “Of course we do, but we’re also afraid of you to a certain extent.”

“Afraid of me?” He flopped onto his back alongside you.

“Dwalin, you are terrifying and you know it. You have to know that.”

He looked over at you and grinned. “I count on that, actually.”

With a sigh, you finished cleaning up and then rose to take the towel back into the bathroom. When you came back out, you stretched out alongside him. “So, then why would I think you’ve been lusting after me, especially if you don’t say anything?”

He looked over at you, his eyes soft, his expression somewhat guarded. “So, if I asked ye out?”

“I would probably say yes.”

“Want to go out sometime? Dinner, maybe? A movie?”

“I’d love to, Dwalin. As long as you promise we can do this again.”

He chuckled, reaching for you. “Do I look fool enough to turn ye away?”

You didn’t resist as he drew you atop him. He felt very nice so tightly pressed against you. Thank God you had tomorrow off because he started kissing your neck so very nicely and it didn’t take long before you wanted only to claw open his back while he fucked you but good again. 

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I'm going on a long trip. Can anyone recommend a long fic? Preferably bagginsheild, but other ships are welcomed.

*Also I just recently read Sanskuh*

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So, I'm going to make this a Masterlist of all my Hobbit fics as I write them. I'm also going to attmept to put them in some type of order. Hopefully it's easier for others to anvigate the mess that is my Tumblr lol <3

The Hobbit - All are Bilbo/Thorin unless stated otherwise Active Wips: A Home, A Pack, A Place of Love (Animal Au) Summary: Bilbo is a corgi and he has become the guardian of a traumatised little corgi pup. He has to leave their cosy home and hope for the best. For him and Frodo.

Hopefully he will find a ew place to call home, a new family for him and Frodo, hopefully they will thirve. I want you right here, where you belong:Home with us (Bilbo/Thorin, Sirius/Remus crossover) Summary: Thorin has moved to "The United Kingdoms" with his friends and family.

Follow his life as he ends up an unexpected father, Uncle and husband, and extends his family with wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins and, sadly, elves.

Bilbo stays in Erebor fics:Stop me Fading (Needs major re edtiting) Summary: Its a few weeks since BOTFA. Bilbos running around like a headless chicken, The Company are being plonkers, Thranduil and Dain are being antagonistic, Bards just a cinnamon roll and Gandalf keeps disappearing for long amounts of time (for good causes of course). There's one lonely, sad little hobbit on the plains outside of the Lonely Mountain. Bagginshield-tober (A uncomplete series) Summary: A series of fics spanning from LakeTown until Bilbo's death. Bilbo stayed in Erebor, this is his and Thorin's life. Afterlife Fics: I will join you Summary: MCD!! Bilbo sits with a dying Thorin, knowing he will join him. Dead or not, this will not be the last time he seee his beloved. A Little Drop of Rain Summary: Thorin holds his dying one in his arms. All he can do is hope he will see him again after his life is over. It was a long life and all Thorin wants is to be reunited with his hobbit. Defying Death (or at least the ones in charge) Summary: Bilbo has finally died, and now Lord Mandos wants to shove him away to Lady Yavanna's Green Gardens. Well that wont do. After all, Thorin wont be in Yavanna's gardens and Bilbo wont stay where Thorin isnt.

He's a burglar, and if he can smuggle his dwarves out from under Thranduil's nose, he can smuggle himself into Mahal's Halls under the Valar's noses, right?

Reshirement: Changeling Child (Mpreg) Summary: Thanks to his Stone headed nephews, Bilbo now has a new quest. One that needs cleverness and diplomacy. Not the reckless battle tactics of dwarrow. This is the most important quest Bilbo will ever go on, even more imprtant then facing a dragon. For the most important being in his life. Animal Au's: A Pasture Too Small for A Bovine’s World so Large Summary: Bilbo is an odd Highland Bull, so odd that he has had enough and takes Primula, Drogo and baby Frodo to find a new place. A new home.

Thorin and his family are an odd little herd of Bison. An odd herd with room for a few other strange bovines. Wait for me in the Aurora Bearalis Summary: Bilbo is a red panda, he had had a good life. He had managed to make it to 64 seasons (16 years) when most red pandas were lucky to make 40 seasons (10 years).

Thorin doesnt want to say goodbye to his little Orso but he has too, hopefully they can find one another in another life. Ive found Frodo ....and he found you? Summary: Canine distemper has stolen all of the Bagginses away apart from Bilbo and little Frodo. No he has to find his kit, who has wandered off, again, and keep them safe from "The Sick". If only he wasn't alone doing it.

Bittersweet/hopeful ending: The Last Meeting (Until Arda is Remade) Summary: Bilbo is a sad, lonely hobbit in Rivendell. What is left of The Company, his friends, his Family find him there. There are less then there should be.

This is Bilbo's last meeting with the few remaining dwarves he adores. Until they meet again, when the world is remade, hopefully. Sad Ending: The Demented King Under the Mountain Summary: TW MCD, Murder, Thorin did not beat the dragon sickness. Thorin did not defeat the Dragon-sickness and in his rage destroyed the gift he was given to cherish. “How rare and beautiful it truly is that you existed, and that you existed with me, for me" Summary: It is time for Bilbo to leave The Shire, he is going to make his way to Erebor, hopefully.

Before that, he makes his way to his oak tree, the last living thing he has that reminds him of Thorin, it is time to say goodbye. One more hour with you Summary: Bilbo doesnt want it to end, he just wants one more day, one more hour, one more minute with his beloved. He will deny the truth in front of him to get it if he has too. You Never Cared, Why Start Now? Summary: It started with the fires burning through Erebor. It will end with the fires burning through Bag End. The Last Durin Princess returns home (Gen fic, Dis-centric) Summary: The Last Durin Princess returns home, but home is a tomb. A place with ghosts. With her dead borther and her dead sons.

When home is no longer home, all it is is a place of pain and heart break. What is the last of her line supposed to do? How is she supposed to go on? You were to late Summary: Bilbo is watching the eagles fly overhead in victory. With Thorin's cooling hand in his, Bilbo isnt sure what their is to feel victorious over.

Quest Fics: Dwarrow hugs in the dark Summary: The Fell Winter wasnt just a time whe hobbits starved, it ws much worse then that. An entire generation of hobbits traumatised.

For one Bilbo Baggins, on a quest with a troop of rude dwarves, the memories become nightmares whilst on the road. Maybe waht he needs is dwarrow hugs off a dwarrow king? A heart of stone and Fire in his soul Summary: Thorin is but a ghost of a king, desperate and making stupid choices. Bilbo is a hobbit out of The Shire, trying to find his place. But he needs to keep his daft dwarven king alive to succeed. The trials and tribulations of a married hobbit (a bowman's persepctive) Summary: Bard see's a small hobbit amongst a crowd of dwarves clamouring to get on his barge. From that first glimpse he makes a friend, suprised by who his new friend has married. Follow the events from Lake Town until after from Bard's pov. Far over the Misty Mountains:A hobbit with a heart Summary: Bilbo's home is suddenly invaded by a troop of dwarves. He would be bad, should be mad, but that song ....

Modern Au's: "Bring Your Older Gays To Play" at Club Erebor Summary: Frodo had convinced Bilbo to go the event night at his favourite queer club. All Bilbo wanted to do was go home, back to his books and cup of tea. Well, that was until Mr tall, dark and sexy was pushed into him. The reason is you, the reason is him, the reason is me (Dwalin/Nori, background Bilbo/Thorin) Summary: Nori hates himself for the 4 and a half years he spent in prison. For destroying everythig good in his ife. For losing everything he had to live for.

Hes out now and hopefully he can fix his realationships and see his son again. ABC's of Avoiding Bullying and Crying (Gen fic, The Companny are all young children) Summary: Thorin is a big grown up 7 year old dwarf. Frerin is a little 5 year old dwarf who is usally bugging Thorin and his friends to play. So why didn't he bother them on this day, and who was he with? It's a good job I love you! Summary: Bilbo sees that Thorin has once again forgotten to take the rubbish out, bloody husbands, he thinks exasperated.

LOTR Fics: Akmâthu Bask:Song of the Bath (Gen Fellowship fic) Summary: During a bath by the river, Gimli starts singing Bilbo's bath song. Confusing the hobbits. It turns out that isnt the only song of The Hero of Erebor's that they sing in the Lonely Mountain. Between the forest and the sea, I leave my heart with thee - (Gen fic, Elrond-centric) Summary: Elrond is set to sail to Valinor to reunite with his wife when he has a vision. How can he leave when his he sees his precious daughter dying alone, her grief clear through time and space? Two Lives Will Be Spared This Day (Boromir/Theodred) Summary: Boromir looks into Galadriel's mirror and he doesnt like what he sees. Maybe if he makes a different choice he cna save himslef, and the love of his life.

#My fics #The Hobbit #LOTR #Bagginshield #dwalin/nori #gen #boromir/theodred

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One thing most races of middle earth did not know about Hobbits, and believe me they know very little regardless, was the fact that every Hobbit adorned a tail. One not unlike a lions.

Mehal thought it would be funny, Yavanna mused her husband by never changing it. Now down the line they both watch to see it might of not been such a good idea after all. Considering a certain hobbit could not catch a single break from any of his dworrow companions. Most certainly not his one.

#the hobbit #lord of the rings #the company of thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #thorin x bilbo #fili and kili #balin #dwalin #oin #gloin #bifur #bofur #bombur #nori #ori #dori #gandalf #bagginshield #fic ideas #headcanon #hobbits have tails #and magic #hobbits have magic #ones #soulmates

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Along for the ride, to Erebor - Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. This is the second installment, so we are following the second movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling deeper in love with Kili on the way! This is the first part for the second movie.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too detailed, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), this chapter is domestic as hell, sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it

Word Count: 4,977

A/N: Hey y'all!! It's been a crazy couple of months let me tell ya! good god! I've decided to finally post the next part of the story to tumblr despite it not having been beta read. I'll use you guys as my guinea pigs lol so if you see anything that doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, I'm begging you to please tell me. I can't wait to hear what you think about my pride and joy! <3

Image credit: @iamjaynaemarie

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

The company climbed down the tall rock into the forest below. Having rested on the long flight over, everyone was prepared for a day of walking. Nothing notable happened except innocent conversation to pass the time and the forging of grapes with Bilbo for a snack.

The sun dipped closer to the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees. Thorin found a small river to make camp nearby. Gloin made the fire then Bombur started cooking the food. While the stew was being made, Fili and Kili practiced their swordsmanship under the watchful eyes of Thorin and Dwalin to provide guidance. The dwarves had found a log and brought it over beside the fire. You knelt in the grass on the fire’s side parallel to the log. The others were leaning against it on the opposite side, smoking pipes and making jokes and commentary about the training. You pulled out your thread spools and measured out the first color. You realized you didn’t have scissors and asked the merry gathering in front of you if they did.

“Nah lass,” Dori said, “Our weapons aren’t sharp enough to cut thread, they’ll only fray it” He kicked Nori to quiet him when he started to protest the quality of his weapons, “You’ll want to ask Thorin to borrow his sword.”

You swallowed thickly and looked over at the man in question where he stood with his arms crossed next to Dwalin. He always intimated you but approaching him alone to ask a favor made anxiety spike straight through you.

They were several feet away, but the clanging of metal was still quite loud. The brothers had removed their shirts, as men often did, to escape the insulated heat it provided. Not that you were complaining, eye candy is always welcome in a world of forests and furs.

You timidly approached the taller man as he instructed the brothers. You waited till they started fighting again to say in a shy voice: “Um Thorin?”

He glanced at you to acknowledge your inquisition, “Yes, what is it?” He sounded impatient.

“May I please borrow your sword?” You pointed to the weapon strapped to his side, “I need it to cut some thread” You tried not to sound as scared and skittish as you felt. He looked at you blankly for a moment, surprised by your question.

Kili threw his brother back several feet, allowing him a few seconds to turn to you with a confident smile.

“Hey Y/N,” Kili said, making you and Thorin look at him. You couldn’t help but smile and sheepishly blush as you tried not to ogle his ripped upper body dripping in sweat.

“Hi Kili” you swayed back and forth a little without realizing it. Thorin took note of your fond reaction to his nephew.

Fili let out a mighty roar as he jumped on the back of his brother, taking advantage of his distraction. The dwarves on the log laughed and you giggled at them as they goaded each other on.

“I’ve got you now brother!” Fili triumphantly exclaimed.

“I think not!” Kili replied with a strong thrusting attack.

Thorin sighed, “Very well” He untied his sheathed sword from his belt and handed it to you. You thanked him and began walking back to your previous spot. He looked at the line of dwarves who were still chuckling lightly against the log, “Make sure she doesn’t kill herself” he said to them. They all nodded, including Balin who found this ironic remembering their conversation about leaving you in Rivendell. It would seem the dwarf king was taking a liking to you.

You kneeled, unsheathed the great Goblin Cleaver a few inches, and positioned the hilt between your knees, so it stayed standing on its spine. You measured 7 lengths of thread at about three feet and rubbed them against the fine elfin blade which cut them in one pass to make makeshift embroidery thread. You repeated that 5 times to end up with two groups of pink, two groups of blue, and one group of black thread. You did your best to keep them separated as you bunched them together to fold them in half and tie a loop at the end that you could hook onto a button of your coat. You sheathed the sword and returned it to Thorin knowing he wouldn’t like being without his weapon. You sat on the side of the log with everyone else and secured your coat in your lap so you could pull taught against the threads. You separated the threads and began knotting them over and across each other like how you learned to make friendship bracelets at summer camp. It gave your hands something to do as you sat idly watching the boys trash talk then turn serious and start fighting again.

“What are ya makin’ Y/N?” Ori asked as he watched you.

“I’m making a bracelet” You replied, pleased to see the others taking an interest in your crafting.

“Why’s that lass?” Bifur leaned over to see what you were doing exactly.

“So I can eventually make one for everyone else” You explained how it’s a tradition of sorts in your world to make bracelets for those you care about as a show of kinship and the enduring strength of your friendship and bond. “Since I can’t fight beside you all on the battlefield yet, I thought this could be another way I show my commitment to the company” You smiled at the group. You’d grown very fond of them during your travels and hoped they enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs.

“That’s a very sweet tradition, Y/N,” Balin said, “We look forward to receiving your gifts” The rest of the dwarves confirmed it with ‘Aye’s and a strong nod of the head.

“Supper!” Bombur called while stirring the pot. Everyone got in line except the training group who was going one last round. You all sat down in your previous spots along the log to see the finale of the night’s training.

You finished your dinner quickly so you could take advantage of the distracted troublemakers as well as the river on the other side of the hill. You grabbed your bag and told Gandalf you were going to the river to wash up. You knew he’d keep an eye on the dwarf who often followed you like a puppy and missed you when you weren’t by his side.

You see, Kili had to share most of his things with his brother; toys, motherly attention, food, and this included the women he was interested in. They usually fell for Fili because he was more mature, older, and looked more dwarfish than Kili who had very fine features for a dwarf and was five years younger than his brother. He initially assumed it would happen again with you, so when you didn’t show any interest in his brother, only in him, he couldn’t put into words how happy it made him.

At the river’s edge, you placed your bag and makeshift towel (your shirt from your old world) on a rock and took off your clothes. The water was chilly but nothing a sit by the fire couldn’t fix. You washed your hair and body with the elfish soap you got in Rivendell. As you rinsed in the steady current of the water your thoughts began to wander to what Gandalf said about your predicament.

You felt pulled to Kili, he brought comfort and calmness to a feeling you didn’t even know was in need. His smile and his laugh, every memory and moment you made and shared with the handsome prince of Erebor begged you to stay in Middle Earth.

It was decided then.

When you stood to squeeze the water from your hair you noticed the sun was beginning to set. The others would want to bathe too, or at the very least wash their hands. You dried off and dressed and took a deep breath to enjoy the welcomed privacy one last time.

You reappeared beside the wizard, “Thank you, Gandalf, that was very much needed” You sat next to him on the ground in front of the fire to warm up. “I may be traveling with brutes, but I needn’t smell like one” You joked. He chuckled over his pipe at this.

“I’ve decided to stay here Gandalf.” You informed him. “Something about this place is calling me to stay.” You needn’t tell him about the intense pull to Kili, right?

“Splendid my dear,” He smiled fondly at your decision. “I’m sure you’ll find Middle earth rather agreeable.”

You smiled up at him, happy to have his support.

The boys were still going at it. Kili was making a great effort, but Fili got the upper hand, making Kili’s sword fly out of his hand and sail through the air to stick in the ground. Kili kept fighting though, trying to get Fili’s sword from him. Fili had to force him to the ground with his arms pinned before Kili surrendered.

“Good job lads, good work,” Thorin said as he helped them up. Coins were exchanged against the log from the bets the company members made. The boys started walking towards their bags, but Kili swerved at the last moment to approach you. Your hair was still slightly damp from the river, so it was obvious you’d just bathed. Being the mischievous sweaty dirt-covered mess he was, Kili held his arms out to you for a hug. You watched him in horror as he continued to walk towards you.

“Ew, no Kili stop!” You held your hand up to stop him but to no avail.

“Awe Y/N, just one hug?” Kili pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

You quickly stood and laugh a little at his persistence, “Don’t you fucking dare!” you said and dashed away.

“Come on Y/N, no need to play hard to get!” Kili strained as he chased you around the log and back toward your bags.

“Aaahh!” You made a sharp turn to narrowly avoid a grimy Fili, who stepped in your path, the little shit. This closed the gap so Kili could grab your arm and pull you toward him.

“Nonononononono!” you pleaded as he wrapped his beefy arms around your shoulders, making sure to rub his sweaty dirty face against your hair and pet the side of your face with his equally dirty hand. “Kili!” you drew out the last syllable in complaint.

“You smell so good” He had the nerve to say.

“You smell like Ori’s unwashed socks!” You pushed at his chest still trying to get away. Everyone chuckled at this. “Get off me, ya big olaf” you managed to wriggle out of his grasp, “I’m not coming anywhere near you till you bathe,” you said dead serious, and pointed to the river.

“As you wish” Kili bowed with a smirk, he grabbed his bag on his way to the river to join his brother. You sat in your by the fire with a small smile that seemed permanent whenever you were around him.

You were working on your bracelet when the brothers returned. The sun had dipped below the horizon making darkness seep into the crevasses of the world. Kili sat behind you on the same long stone Gandalf was perched on and touched the ends of your miraculously dry hair (the elvish soap is magic idk). You stiffened at the unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome contact.

“Can I braid your hair Y/N?” he asked innocently as pink dusted his cheeks. You whipped around aggressively, pulling your hair out of his hand in the process.

“No cause you’re just going to get it all tangled and I’m going to have to spend all night brushing it out!” You weren’t looking forward to that, you thought he was just trying to prank you. Kili’s pout was as cute as ever.

“My dear,” Gandalf budded in before Kili could sulk away, “Braiding hair in dwarfish culture is similar to your tradition of making bracelets for friends, but they take it much more seriously.”

“How much more seriously?” You asked, intrigued about the nature of Kili proposition.

“It’s like…” The wizard took a draw from his pipe while he thought of the words to properly explain it to you, “asking someone to dance, it’s special and a more intimate way of getting to know someone.”

“So, like a date?” You tilted your head in question. You understood his analogy; braiding allows both people to show their level of craftsmanship and commitment, with the added benefit of practicality and looking very nice in the end when done with love and care.

“A bit” Gandalf smiled at your naiveite, “Just know our dear Kili is not trying to prank you when he asks to braid your hair, quite the opposite” He took another draw from his pipe and looked back at the fire.

“In that case, you may braid my hair Kee” You flipped your hair back over your shoulder. You couldn’t see the beaming smile that grew on his handsome face. You dug through your bag to find the hairbrush and other trinkets from Rivendell which you handed to Kili. He kept them in his lap while he brushed your hair. If he came across a knot, he was sure to be incredibly gentle. You enjoyed the physical contact and attention very much.

“Any requests?” He asked sounding confident in his abilities.

“Whatever you think would look best” You couldn’t help but smile a little.

He used your brush to part your hair down the middle. He started braiding at your nape closest to the part. After that you didn’t pay very much attention to what he was doing, instead just relished the experience.

He finished one side and secured it with a bead from your stash, “How’s that feel, too tight?”, he asked and adjusted pieces here and there to make it lay perfectly.

“It feels great!” You chirped happily. You reached a hand to feel what he’d done so far but he shooed it away.

“Not yet, you’ll ruin the surprise!” He started working on the other side.

By the time he was done, you were so relaxed you’d almost fallen asleep on his leg.

“Done!” he said, you could tell he was very pleased with his work, “How do you like it?” He sounded a bit nervous.

You ran your fingers over the braids, feeling how they turned and curved at certain points and went straight in others.

“Kili this is amazing!” You said, very happy with the state of your hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thank you!” You looked back at him with a smile that was as big as his.

“I’m afraid I can't properly reciprocate though, I don’t know how to braid hair like this, I can only do normal braids.” You regretted never having learned how to French braid now more than ever. “If that’s how this works” You quickly corrected in a slight panic.

He was elated you wanted to return his deed at all, “That’s fine!” He tried not to sound too excited and be cool about it, “I can teach you if you want” he offered.

“I’d appreciate that!” You smiled.

You switched places, so he was sitting between your legs facing the fire. The position was innocent, but his thoughts were anything but. Images of your face beautifully contorted in pleasure from his tongue exploring your most private and intimate parts were most welcomed.

“May I take this out?” you lightly touched the silver clip that held his hair out of his face.

“Sure” He happily shrugged. You dug through his brown hair where the clasp was supposed to be, but your trembling hands couldn’t find it in all his hair.

After he heard you huffing and puffing and hadn’t felt his hair fall from the clip he asked in a soft voice, “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you sighed, embarrassed you couldn’t even get a damn clip undone. He reached back, and struggled for a few seconds but undid the clasp, and handed it to you.

While you brushed his hair you thought of what you should do to it, or more what you could do with his hair given your limited abilities. You brushed through a few knots if any.

“I think I know what I want to try to do,” You touched the sides of his head just above his temple, “I want to do two small braids on the sides of your head, but I want the topmost part of your hair not to be braided.”

“Let’s try it!” He explained how you needed to part the hair and how to get started. You had his head lying against your thigh in an admittedly awkward and uncomfortable position, but he was quite the trooper. You had to restart the first braid three times but, in the end, he talked you through it and you tied it off with a bead.

“How did you learn to braid so well” you asked, struggling to grip all the pieces of the second braid properly and not pull the strands out of his head.

“My mother was insistent I learned. She knew my brother would have no trouble learning this facet of courting, but she feared I would spend all my time shooting arrows and never learn how to properly court girls.” He talked fondly of the memories, “So one summer when I was about to come of age, I came home from running amuck every day and she’d sit me down at her tapestry’s and make me braid the tassels that ran around the border.”

“Were you any good?” You asked curiously.

“Oh yes, I was very good! For a while, I was even better than Fili!” He was very proud of that.

“Why did he get better than you? Lean forward please,” you politely asked.

“He’s quite the lady’s man, so he had plenty of girls to practice on,” Kili sounded like that brought up memories that weren’t very pleasant. You finished the second braid with a bead like the first.

“Lay your head down for me again” You softly asked, gingerly guiding his head to lay against your other thigh, “Awe, baby Kili didn’t get any coochie did he” You fake pouted to tease him, gently scratching his scalp absentmindedly while you rested your neck for a moment. He liked it, more than he’d care to admit. “I’m in the same boat I’m afraid” You parted the other side of his hair.

“Oh? How so?” He was very surprised by this, “I’d have thought men were practically throwing themselves at you.” This made you laugh and blush.

“I’m awfully flattered you think that highly of me…” You took a moment to focus on a particularly difficult part, “But men from my world didn’t talk to me.”

“I find that completely unbelievable.” He was floored by this.

“I’m serious! I was never asked out on a date and the few times I asked for someone’s number they turned out to be self-centered losers with a ton of issues” You hated how much time you’d wasted on them. He couldn’t wrap his head around that and had to hold his tongue from proclaiming his thoughts of your perfection.

He turned to look at you despite your protests, “Then they are truly blind,” He couldn’t have been more sincere. His eyes blazed in the firelight with a mix of ferocity and sadness on your behalf.

“Thank you, Kee,” You smiled at him. He assumed his previous position so you could end the braid with a bead like the two before and then started on the last one, “And those silly girls are truly blind as well.” You wanted to kiss his slightly flushed cheek.

You were both in your own little world, where the troubles of the outside couldn’t get to you…or the onlookers and peanut gallery for that matter. Gandalf had moved to sit with the company who had been watching from across the fire on the other side of the log since Kili finished your first braid. They couldn’t quite hear your conversation, but they knew their beloved Kili was having the time of his life.

Fili was very proud of his brother. He talked about you all the time, was looking at you all the time; the man was whipped. Fili had to hear about you the entire time he was bathing, poor thing, and he finally got fed up with his brother not making a move.

“Kili, just ask to braid her hair for god’s sake” Fili huffed while he waited for his brother to finish in the river. Kili’s eyes lit up like a forge with the breath from bellows, and his face flushed like he did when he hammered out a new blade.

“I think I will,” Kili nodded, distracted by thoughts of engaging in such an informal and somewhat intimate act.

Thorin was very pleased you were trying to repay his nephew’s advances in equal measure. He’d seen the poor boy flounder with crushes in the past as he tended to be immature, and girls mistook that for uncaring and unable to provide. Something about you brought out the best in his nephew though, he’d never seen him act so mature, for this Thorin was willing to stay some of his distrust and pessimistic opinions about outsiders, at the very least about you.

By the time you finished the last braid, Kili had made himself very comfortable against your leg, with his arm wrapped around your calf, fidgeting with the laces of your boot. He looked so tranquil you hesitated to tell him you’d finished, not ready to leave the sanctuary you were in. You leaned back against your hand while you stared into the fire and gently scratched the nape of his neck.

He hummed half asleep, “Mmm that feels good,” His words were a little slurred, but it made him all the cuter.

You stayed like that till your bottom began to protest the hard rock beneath you. He was right on the cusp of sleep when you shook your leg beneath him, gentle with guilt.

“Kili, I gotta get up,” You softly tried to rouse him. He hummed in protest. “Besides, don’t you want to know how the braids turned out?” You admired your work with pride.

He sat up and stretched to wake his muscles then ran a hand over his new braids, “Wow Y/N! These are so good!” He looked back at you impressed, “You picked up on that fast!”

“Thanks, Kee!” You blushed as you ran a hand over the intricate lines in your hair, “They aren’t half as good as yours, but I think I did great for my first time” You smiled, pleased with yourself.

“Come show us!” someone from the log called, followed by various iterations of the same thing from others. Ever supportive, they were eager to see what you’d both made.

Kili stood and you followed him to the log. You turned so he could show off his creation. The dwarves were very impressed, a few coming up to inspect closer. When Kili turned to show your work, the company was even more impressed given it was your first time.

“Next time you’ll have to make beads for her, Kee” Fili teased making him and Bofur laugh at how Kili blushed.

“Make beads? What does that mean?” You asked the group in confusion.

“You’ll understand when the time comes,” Thorin said in an uncharacteristically happy tone. “For now, we shall rest” With that everyone began prepping their bedding for the night.

You laid your bed roll beside Kili’s like usual, but Bombur reminded you to clean the dishes before they were put away. Gandalf accompanied you so you could see with the light of his staff. Everyone was asleep when you returned to camp, except Thorin who was on watch.

When you sat on your bedroll, which was naturally next to Kili’s, he looked up at you, barely awake with a dopey smile.

“You look so pretty,” he said quietly, drawing out the last syllable of pretty. Red bloomed over your cheeks and down your neck. He loved your hair like that, he loved it even more that he was the one who did it.

“Go to sleep, Kee,” You whispered so you didn’t wake the others, but couldn’t help but smile as you lay on your bedroll next to him.

“But then I can’t look at you” He pouted, quite distraught about this revelation in his sleepy daze.

“Well, no, I suppose you can’t…” You nibbled your bottom lip as you thought of a solution, “Would holding hands appease you, sleepy prince?” you asked and held out the hand that wasn’t cuddling your coat to your chest. He was too out of it to catch your nickname for him. He nodded and held your hand in his, making both your hearts beat just a little faster.

You closed your eyes and rubbed your face against your coat to find a comfortable position. You could feel his eyes on you.

You opened your eyes to see him staring directly at you, “Good night, Kili” you said in a strong nonnegotiable tone.

He hummed and smiled and closed his eyes, “Good night, Y/N.”

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Kili felt your hand grow tighter around his, drawing him from sleep. Then he felt you pulling against it like you were trying to alert him to danger in the camp without making a sound. He opened his eyes ready for war and saw no danger. He looked at you confused but realized you weren’t awake. You were whimpering and mumbling as your head thrashed from side to side.

‘She’s having a nightmare’ he quickly thought. He squeezed your hand and gently shook it.

“Y/N” He tried not to let his worry raise the volume of his voice, “Wake up.”

You didn’t respond, your mumbles turned into clear pleas for help, making him fret even more.

“Y/N!” He shook your shoulder vehemently, “You need to wake up” He had an urgency in his voice. You feebly fought against his hold on your shoulder.

“Please!” you gasped, still breaking from the nightmare when you opened your eyes, “No, please let go!” You begged and continued to push against his hand with tears in your eyes, not knowing who he was while sleep still clouded your vision and mind.

“Y/N, Y/N look at me” he moved his hand from your shoulder to the side of your neck and cheek to call your attention to him, “It was just a dream, you’re safe now.” When you met his eyes, he recognized just how rattled you were.

You were breathing rapidly, and tears were making your eyelashes sparkle in the firelight. He could feel your rapid heartbeat where his hand laid over your pulse point. He could tell you were beginning to wake up because you softly uttered his name and the hand that was fighting his on your neck gently wrapped around his wrist.

“You’re safe, I promise,” His eyebrows were pinched together in worry. You nodded and took a deep breath to try to keep the tears away. It’d been a very long time since you’d had a nightmare that bad.

Kili pulled your bedroll closer to his, “Come here,” He gave you a hug to comfort you, “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked when you pulled back from the hug too look at him. You laid your head on his upper arm and kept your cuddle coat close to your chest.

“I-I was in a forest at night and there were goblins and orcs and Wargs coming to attack me and-” You were talking quickly, the bad dream still too real, “and I was all alone and I couldn’t defend myself…” You trailed off, the waver in your voice making it hard to talk. “I was so scared, Kili,” You tried to curl into yourself.

“Hey hey hey, look at me” He held the side of your face again, “You’re safe,” he said. You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d never let anything happen to you, aye?” He promoted you to get you out of your head. You took another deep breath and nodded.

“I’m ok” you repeated “I’m ok.”

“Yes, there ya go!” He nodded, relieved you were coming around. His thumb swept over your cheek to wipe a tear. You took a few minutes to calm down. Kili was falling asleep, but he needed to know you were going to be ok.

“Thank you, Kee,” you said, your whispered voice no longer shaking with fear, he gave a hearty nod in reply before he yawned. His arm was going numb where your head was lying on it, but it was worth it when you rubbed your face against it to get comfortable as you did in that way, which he found utterly adorable. You appreciated the physical comfort you would have never had in your world.

“I’ll teach you how to fight tomorrow” he whispered over a yawn, his eyelids getting heavy again. He moved his hand from your neck to hang over your waist. He wanted to pull you into him, so you’d feel protected on all sides, not for any other selfish deeply personal reasons of course, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“I’d like that very much,” you smiled and watched as he fell back asleep, not snoring but breathing heavily in that way which you found so adorable. You felt safe with his hand on your waist and fell asleep not long after him with thoughts of training together dancing behind your eyes.

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