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ironmandeficiency · 8 months

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the hobbit + hozier songs

characters included: kíli, bilbo, dwalin, thorin, nori, bofur, ori, fíli, dori, tauriel

word count: 1166

a/n: the amazing and precious @wordbunch inspired me to write these bc of her lotr/th characters as taylor swift songs posts & i couldn't be more excited to finally post this labor of love!! thank you bestie for listening to me scream abt this for nearly two months lol

kíli: foreigner’s god

he loves outside of his race and this fact causes undue scorn to be thrown at his feet. it’s unheard of for almost any dwarf, let alone one from the line of durin, to do such a thing. this does not deter him - it empowers him; if his heart could go against the traditions forged into his bones, molten in his hot blood, how could it not be true? the strength of his love is what helps him ignore the doubts shouted by the prejudice plaguing those who know nothing of his heart. that, and the sound of your laughter at his antics, the soft smiles only given to him when he’s being a little too charming… he could go on.

bilbo: like real people do

as much flack as bilbo gets from the company for not being conventionally tough, he’s not weak by any means. he’s familiar with the pain of loss, and how the ways one tries to rise above the grief that follows aren’t always savory. he knows there’s a respect to be found in the absence of prying questions, choosing simply to coexist in the feelings and allow answers to come in their own sweet time. he’ll put some tea on to cook and scrounge up some leftovers from the previous meal, sitting beside you and letting the comfort flow naturally, his soft lips soothing the most tender aches.

dwalin: work song

just looking at him, you wouldn’t think dwalin a sap. but with his insanely strong sense of loyalty and stalwart dedication, he can’t be anything but. he’s faced down innumerable evils in his time, braved the fiercest of storms that many of his comrades didn’t; none of them even come close to keeping him from you. your arms welcome him home without question after each fight he braves, and your letters tucked into secret compartments in his armor keep him warm between embraces. he’ll read them by the fire every night when he’s away, every gentle word carrying his mind away from thoughts of the day’s turmoil.

thorin: sedated

this sweet, sad man doesn’t think he deserves good things in life. this, unfortunately, includes having someone love him despite his flaws and past mistakes. he couldn’t resist admitting his feelings for you and was ridiculously shocked that you reciprocated & allowed him to love you. on nights when he feels his failures deeper, he’ll try to convince you that he doesn’t deserve you. vitriol will escape from worried lips and terrified heart, piercing you in the way only a lover knows how. a soft kiss, gentle words, and a few strokes through his hair will soothe these wounds from him for a time and allow him some of the peace he’s fought to find, but doesn’t always believe is earned.

nori: it will come back

it was decades since the last time nori thought of love, even longer since he believed himself worthy of it. meeting you only solidified his disbelief; how could someone look at him and see someone that deserved such a pure thing, after everything he’s done in his life? he’s stolen, lied, cheated, and killed to survive (and sometimes not for mere survival). his attempts to spurn you away from him only increased your determination to break through the fortress he built around himself. he could only be strong against your advances for so long before he crumbled, reluctantly accepting the love and peace and safety you offered so freely.

bofur: nobody

bofur’s done a lot in his time. he was born in the blue mountains, a colony that never seemed to find the prosperity needed to do more than simply survive. he is a brother, uncle, cousin, friend, toymaker, miner, member of the great company that reclaimed erebor. but through all his adventures and hardships, he never lost his playful streak. he wants to have fun with who he loves, wants a little bit of mischief to make his laugh louder and brighter. bofur is a fun-loving soul who, despite his wandering past, will always choose you over anywhere that you’re not.

ori: francesca

ori’s life has never been a peaceful one. being raised by dori and being followed by the whispers of his late amad’s reputation (not to mention nori’s) without a mountain to call home, it weighed on his shoulders. even his craft, the pride of every dwarrow worth their beard, happened to be one seen as miniscule in importance compared to smithing. every moment spent with his one, doing anything or nothing at all, eases the burden he carries and makes every moment of strife worth it just to be with the soul made to mirror his.

fíli: i, carrion (icarian)

your love for him seems almost too good to be true, the remnants of stories told in dusty tomes written by those with far more eloquence than he can claim to possess. that being said, he is definitely not one to look a gift boar in the mouth. he relishes in each tender moment, every second spent in your presence that carries him far beyond the constraints life has placed upon him. but he recognizes that life isn’t always so simple, retreating into your arms and wishing that everything around you both just disappears. there’s always reality, waiting patiently outside of your chambers for one faulty misstep to throw you both askew. that’s why he dedicates himself to showing you that if life does what it does best and deals harsh blows, he will be there for you through it all.

dori: shrike

dori never had time for love; he had two brothers to protect, one more wily than the other was young. his focus was on getting his brothers through the days, putting food on their plates and the semi-frequently used stash of bail money well-stocked. he allowed his feelings for his one to fall to the wayside in the name of preservation. he ignored their call for decades and braved out the pain that came with such a silence. he begged for his one’s forgiveness every time they called for him. but once the mountain was reclaimed and his brothers safe, he yearned for what he could have had. he would approach his one with much regret and sorrow for the time lost, but a pure hope that they could find forgiveness in their heart for him.

tauriel: unknown/nth

to earn her love is a feat unlike that which the world has known for a long time. being seen as worth all these mortal struggles and painful toils in the eyes of an elf, let alone one as fierce as tauriel, is quite the achievement to anyone outside looking in. to the red-haired warrior in question, though, giving her love to you has the same unthinking ease as breathing; it’s beyond instinct to do and just as necessary to her survival. you’re worth every century spent alone, every moment after knowing you spent away from you.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 month

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Flower Crowns - Dwalin X Female (Baggins) Reader

Title: Flower Crowns

Dwalin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Company, Ori, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin (Mentioned), Bomber (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Bilbo, Bard (Mentioned), Bard's kids (Mentioned), Alfrid (Mentioned), and the Mirkwood Elves (including Legolas and Tauriel (Mentioned))

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 5,252

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence/weapons/death/etc, Reader is Bilbo's sister, misunderstandings, broody Dwalin, blood, injuries, nicknames, crying (brief), orcs, death, Ones, giant spiders, movie reference to a different movie (bonus points for those who get it), yelling, angst, and fluff

Trudging up the path with a woven basket of homemade muffins, you made your way up to Bilbo's home. You were a bit late. You were supposed to be at Bilbo's over an hour ago, but you had misjudged when you'd finish your muffins. And you knew how much Bilbo loved your muffins, so you were sure he wouldn't be too annoyed by your tardiness after eating a muffin or two.

Stopping at the door, you let out a small huff before knocking on the round door... Only to receive no answer. You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows before just entering. Pushing the door closed behind you, you heard voices from somewhere else in the Hobbit hole, confusing you even more. Had Bilbo invited others to dinner?

"Bilbo?" You called out, beginning to wander over towards the voices that quickly stopped after you spoke.

But before you could say anything more, Bilbo popped out into the hallway, rushing over to you. "Y/N, I believe we'll have to reschedule dinner." He spoke, rushed as he tried turning you around.

Your frown deepened as you twisted around in his hold, your eyes staring at the circular entrance of the dining room, "What do you mean? Who have you invited over?" Your curiosity was peaked now, and you wanted answers.

"Nothing! No one! Lovely seeing you!" Bilbo exclaimed, pushing you backward towards the door, ready to get you out. But before he could, you ducked out of his arms and sped towards the dining room.

You skidded to a halt at the entrance, eyes widening as your jaw dropped slightly. Bilbo sighed, rubbing his face with both of his hands before walking over and standing beside you. Eyes glued to the surprise visitors, you leaned over to Bilbo slightly; eyes unmoving from the surprise guests, "Bilbo... Why do you have thirteen Dwarves and a wizard in your dining room?"

~~~

And that was how you got roped into traveling alongside Bilbo, Gandalf, and the rest of the Company. Gandalf somehow convinced Thorin that having a second Hobbit would benefit the Company. And, unlike your brother, you wanted to go with them. You had read so many books about adventure and heard so many stories... You wanted to get out into the world and go on adventures that you had read in those books.

During the first few days of the journey to The Lonely Mountain, you became friends with most, if not all, of the Company. Kili and FIli, for example - the two youngest members of the Company - took you under their wing. When Thorin allowed the Company to rest, they would teach you how to defend yourself. Most lessons usually turned into fooling around most of the time, despite Thorin's grumblings. Fili and Kili were fun people to be around. They never failed to make you laugh, which was welcomed when having to face orcs and goblins almost daily.

Balin was like a father figure to you, always giving worldly and wise advice. Bomber often let you help in the making of breakfast and dinner. Ori, the sweetest of the bunch, would tell you stories, which you eagerly accepted to listen to every time. It gave you something to look forward to. And Oin, when free to do so, would teach you the basics of healing; showing you what herbs and plants worked best for certain ailments, which ones should be avoided, and so on.

You enjoyed each member of the Company's presence, but Thorin and Dwalin were the only two who hardly spoke a word to you. You weren't sure whether it was because they believed you didn't belong in the company, or because they were just not talkers. You hoped it was the latter.

But between the two, you really liked Dwalin. You liked his gruff demeanor - the brooding look on his face - and in addition, you really found him attractive. His muscular build, strong arm muscles, and dark hair; not to mention the tattoos on his arms - you wondered what their stories were. It surprised you, in the beginning, when you finally let the realization sink in. Even Bilbo, the only one that you had told about this attraction - you didn't fully trust Kili and Fili with the information - Bilbo was shocked, to say the least.

~~~

Walking with Kili and Fili, you snatched up bundles of flowers as you went, weaving and braiding them together into a crown. You had already made one for yourself, and Fili and Kili were quite invested in your creative, colorful craft.

"Where did you learn to create such things?" Fili asked as he watched you bend down, snatching up another flower from the grassy ground.

You shrugged, tying off another flower, "In Hobbiton, of course, Fili, dear," You began, fixing some of the flowers before continuing, "In originality, my mother taught me." You finished, weaving another flower into the crown.

"How does one make such intricate designs?" Kili then asked, twisting the stem of a flower between his fingers in thought.

You smiled back at him, "Well, it is quite simple, Kili, dear," You began, "You just have to braid the stems of the flowers together. Simple really." You answered, spying on Dwalin near the front of the line - just behind Thorin, you glanced over at the two Princes' beside you, "I'll be just a moment." You spoke before jogging over.

Your smile widened as you matched Dwalin's pace once by his side. Looking over and up at him, he didn't acknowledge your presence. It never bothered you, him ignoring you... You understood that Dwalin was not the type of person to just chit-chat, especially when there were bigger things to do and worry about. Lonely Mountain speaking.

Finishing the flower crown in your hands, you offered it up to the Dwarf, a bright smile on your face. "I made this for you." You explained softly, the flower crown - made of yellow, white, and red wildflowers - sitting in your hands.

Dwaling stopped, and so did the rest of the Company. You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over you - all eyes on the two of you - watching as Dwalin slowly turned his head to look down at you, to the crown, and back. And for a moment, you thought that you saw something flash in his eyes, something that wasn’t brooding, determined, or angry. You swallowed, finding yourself unable to take your eyes off his, your ears and cheeks burning as he grumbled and huffed through his nose. You were confused, your hope and happiness dwindling - your hands lowering slowly - as Dwalin turned and continued walking.

Fully dropping your hands to your sides, you watched him go; feeling completely rejected. You knew that it was stupid. It was just a flower crown... And yet, you still held onto it with all of your heart, clutching it tightly in your hand; unintentionally crushing the flowers beneath your fingers. What did you do wrong? You just wanted him to like you... Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of everyone.

The rest of the Company soon passed you, some giving you sympathetic smiles, some patting you on your shoulder or back. Fili and Kili stopped beside you, Kili frowning softly, as Fili gave you a pat on the top of your head; careful not to disturb the flower crown on your head.

"Don't worry, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke, "He'll come around."

Kili nodded, "I assure you, he will." He let out a small chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you. That was just him.

You nodded, doubting, but saying nothing more as they turned and followed the group; Bilbo finally coming over. "I'm alright." You muttered, looking up at him. You knew that he was going to ask you if you were alright.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

You shook your head, "No, it's okay." You whispered softly, trying to give him the best smile you could give him to ease his worries, "I don't know why I am so caught up in this... I must understand that I'm not really everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be my friend. If he doesn't want to be friends with me... Then, that's alright." You explained softly. Bilbo stared at you for a long moment before you began walking, dropping the flower crown to the ground.

~~~

The night was cold, the stars shining brightly down from the sky as you huddled close to Bilbo; next to the fire. It was hard to sleep, still not fully used to sleeping on the woodland ground, but you were getting there. And, soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Dwalin, on the other hand, having the first night watch, stared into the fire before him. It was quiet, aside from the fire crackling and the crickets chirping. Dwalin seemed to be lost inside his own mind, his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes narrowed in thought. Hearing a small grunt and feeling the log under him move slightly, Dwalin glanced over to see Balin sitting beside him. Balin hummed lowly, staring at the fire, rubbing the palms of his hands together.

"She didn't know, Dwalin." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake the others from their sleep, and only getting a deep mumble from his younger brother; at the mention of you, Dwalin's eyes flickered from the fire to your sleeping figure; curled up beside Bilbo. "She does not know of our courtship rituals. I should’ve told her more about our culture." Again, getting nothing from Dwalin, Balin continued, "She only wishes you to speak to her. You have hardly spoken a word to her since leaving Bilbo's home." He stared at his brother's side profile, "You can confide in me, brother."

Dwalin continued his silence, his eyes falling upon you once more. He was conflicted. Ever since he saw you enter the dining room of Bilbo's Hobbit hole, Dwalin had been unable to stop thinking about you. The way you moved and talked... Your features were sharp, yet delicate, your lips pouting, and your hair flowing. You were kind, bright, and soft; everything Dwalin wasn't. Dwalin was rough and tough. He had scars, he had seen death, and he had seen suffering. But, you... He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. You were different. Dwalin sighed deeply, looking away from you. He didn't know how to approach you; he couldn't bring himself to act on his feelings.

But he knew that you were his One.

He knew the moment he saw you.

Dwalin hated being vulnerable, and he hated admitting anything to anyone. So he sat, his jaw clenched tight, trying his hardest to fight his growing feelings for you.

"She's my One." Dwalin found himself muttering, far too quiet for most to hear, but Balin heard.

A knowing smile graced his oldened features. "I presumed so." Balin spoke with a hum, "I can only... Advise that you should speak to her. She cares for you. I am sure that she would understand." Balin stated, before letting out a small sigh, standing, "Think about it, will you?" And with that, Balin found his sleep sack, rolling into it and falling asleep.

Dwalin stayed awake much longer into the night, contemplating his decision as he waited for Gloin to take over the night watch. His older brother's words echoed throughout his head, and with a deep gruff, he let his eyes stray from the fire; the light making his eyes burn slightly. His eyes flickered from around the woods that surrounded him, to the Company before finding the stars and the moon in the sky, and finally... Back to you.

You, in your sleep, muttered something softly, unnoticeable. He watched as you rolled to your side, shivering, your hand pulling the fur blanket closer to you. Dwalin's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly agape before he snapped his gaze away. Feeling a wave of frustration towards himself, Dwalin's gaze landed on his sleep role.

~~~

The next morning, you woke up to a bright blue sky, filled with white, fluffy clouds. You let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you shifted slightly and let out a breath. You groaned lightly before freezing. Your fingers brushed against the fur blanket over you, feeling the coarseness of the material. It was warm. Very warm.

Your eyebrows furrowed; confused. You opened one eye, squinting at the bright sun that was peaking above the tree canopies. Slowly turning over onto your back, you sat up, looking down at the blanket... Or should you say... Blankets?

You stared down at the fur blanket, that was not your own, before flipping the fur up, spying your fur blanket underneath. This second fur blanket - which wasn't yours - was a deep brown color, with little bits of white. Who gave you this last night? Were you really that cold last night that one of the Dwarves had given you their blanket out of kindness or pity? You felt a sense of gratitude fill your chest. Looking down at the furry blanket, you couldn't help but let out a smile.

Looking up, you let your eyes survey the small camp, hopping from Dwarf to Dwarf until they settled on one. Dwalin. A wave of warmth passed over you, watching as he packed his sleep role away and into his pack. As Dwalin stood to leave, he glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment; before quickly darting his eyes away, going over to Thorin.

You felt the corners of your lips twitch slightly, a frown threatening to form on your face as you looked at Dwalin's retreating back. Did he hate you? Did he find you annoying? All these questions ran through your head, but you only huffed, getting up from your sleep role. You were not going to let Dwalin's behavior towards you sour your mood. Today was a beautiful day, and you wanted to savor it.

~~~

You couldn't see, and all you could feel was the feeling of falling. You felt as if you were wrapped in something. It was tight around you, almost suffocating. Anxiety washed over you, gripping your heart painfully as your lungs begged for air. But you could hardly breathe. You needed to breathe, but you were trapped. You clawed at the sticky white substance that surrounded you, trying to rip it and free yourself, but you were not strong enough. You felt like giving up, though you knew you couldn't, but as you clawed at the sticky film, you could finally hear what was going on outside of the cocoon. You could hear the Dwarves yelling, yelling about spiders.

Before you could do anything else, someone from the outside ripped open your cocoon. You blinked rapidly at the slight change of light, finding yourself back in the creepy woods. A large hand reached out to you and you quickly grabbed it, the person behind the strong hand pulling you up with force. Stumbling slightly, you felt slightly dazed, the hand still in yours as you found yourself in a giant spider fight.

As you stood amidst the chaotic scene of giant spiders attacking the Company, your heart raced with fear and adrenaline. Eyes unable to leave the giant spiders - tunnel-vision - you gripped the hand in yours; giving you slight reassurance. The air was filled with the sounds of battle - the clang of weapons, the hiss of the spiders, and the shouts of the Dwarves. You could feel the sticky strands of webbing brush against your skin as you dodged and weaved through the throng of arachnids. You felt gross and dirty; and for the first time since the start of this long journey to The Lonely Mountain, you missed your Hobbit home.

With each passing moment, the fight intensified, the odds seemingly stacked against you and the Company. Your wide eyes danced around you, trying to spot Bilbo, but you couldn't find him. You wanted to yell out, to shout, but as your mouth opened, no words came out. There was an odd buzzing noise in your ears, your heart was beating loudly in your chest; harsh against your ribcage. Only then, did you look at the person who held you so close to them. You thought it couldn't have been Kili or Fili, but you spotted the two Princes when you lifted your gaze. Looking down at the hand that held yours, you felt your racing heart freeze for just a moment; an auditable hitch escaped your throat, but you didn't dare utter a sound.

Standing in front of you and holding your hand tightly in his own was none other than Dwalin. You knew it was him. You knew those tattoos. Trailing up his muscular arm, you were finally met with the side of his face. His expression was hardened as he held his weapon tightly in his other hand. Aside from the anxiety and nervousness that had overcome you, you were incredibly impressed. Dwalin, with one hand, fought off giant spiders, whilst also keeping you perfectly safe.

At the sound of something coming from up in the trees, you looked up, watching as no more than two dozen elves jumped to the ground, taking out the last of the large, monstrous spiders from around you. One of the Elves spoke to another, you noted her red hair as they spoke in Elvish. You wished that you could understand them. Your awe of them quickly diminished when they drew their weapons, arrows drawn and at the ready; circling around you and the Company. Soon, they demanded your weapons, and before you knew it, all the Dwarves were weaponless.

"What about her?" One Elven guard asked in a demanding tone. Your eyes lifted up, finding the guard staring down at you. "Hand whatever you have over instantly." He demanded, holding out his hand, only for Dwalin's hand in yours to tighten slightly, gently pushing you behind him.

"She bears no weapons, Elf." He spoke in his deep, gruff, disgruntled voice. The Elf stared down at Dwalin for a moment before staring right back down at you, with a sniff and a small 'humph' he turned away.

The blonde Elf, the one that you believed to be in charge of the whole group, yelled out something in Elvish, and before you knew it, you and your Dwarven friends were being pushed along, being led to hopefully, not your doom. Passing Thorin, you looked at him with pleading eyes, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Only for your answer to be unanswered.

Your hand never left Dwalin's, your free, unoccupied hand found his arm; the skin upon skin contact grounded you, allowing you to calm yourself ever so slightly. You finally took a chance to look around, finding the forest opening, revealing a stone bridge. Pillars, beautifully carved, gave way to the entrance of Mirkwood, the Elven Kingdom. You wished you had the time to admire the architecture of the kingdom, but, sadly, you did not. Before you knew it you were being tossed into a cell.

A hand fell upon your shoulder, pulling you to the side, your hands falling from Dwalin's. "Dwalin!" You called out, trying to reach for him, but you were soon shoved into a cell. Stumbling over your feet, you braced yourself on the rock interior of the cell. Hearing the heavy cell door close behind you, you snapped your head up; feeling exhausted, mentally and physically, but you pushed yourself forward. Your hands curled around the bars, trying to look at the cells beside yours. The sound of the now-captured Dwarves - yelling and complaining.

"Miss Y/N!" Fili yelled out, only a few cells away from yours, "Are you alright!?"

"I'm fine!" You called back, "Is everyone else alright?"

Most, if not all, of the Dwarves, replied with various 'ayes’. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes; the chill of the cell door refreshing on your forehead.

Sitting on the floor - you felt the hours pass you by slowly - you pressed the back of your head against the wall; tired. "I wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn." Bofur called out, his voice echoing throughout. Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn leaving your parched mouth.

"We're never going to reach the mountain, are we?" Ori asked, sounding resigned, making you sigh.

"Don't fret, Ori, dearest." You spoke up, sounding a bit resigned yourself, but you were determined to keep everyone's spirits high. "We'll make it." You continued, looking out of your cell door, "We will." With that said, you stood up from the ground, wincing as pain shot through your legs. Looking down, you noticed a rip in your trousers that you replaced your usual dress with. Pushing the ripped fabric to the side, you then noticed a red substance that trailed down your leg; coming from a small scratch on your calf. "Well," You spoke up, clearing your throat. "I may have been slightly injured."

Simultaneously, the Dwarves began to talk. Their voices became louder, some with more worry and concern. "Miss Y/N, you are injured!?" You heard Fili call from his cell.

"Yes, tis but a scratch." You explained, hoping the Dwarves would stop fussing over you. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were strong, even with a bloody scratch. "But worry not, dearest Dwarves, it's nothing I can't handle."

"You won't have to handle it for long." You heard, eyes widening - mimicking your bright smile - as Bilbo appeared at your cell door, holding the keys.

~~~

When you joined the Company on their journey, you did not expect that you'd trick goblins, climb bit trees, fly on eagles, fight giant spiders, and barrel ride down a raging river. This was certainly an adventure that you'd go through again, minus the goblins and giant spiders; you'd love to fly with the eagles again.

Somehow, you survived, floating down the raging river, your clothes all sopping wet, and river water dripping from your hair. As all of your barrels fell down a waterfall, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Behind you, you could hear the laughter of some of the dwarves. For a moment, you forgot about your injuries; and the exhaustion that was seeping into every fiber of your body. Your hands tightened your grip on the railing of the barrel, praying for it to not capsize or tip over, your fingers growing numb with cold. You tried desperately to ignore what was going on around you. Smelling the fresh air, and hearing the birds chirping above you, almost made you forget everything else.

But at the sound of a horn, you were quickly snapped out of your head, watching as the suited Elves began to shut the gate; the only way to escape. All joy, and a sense of freedom, flew right out of the window. You all collided with each other at the closed gate, you huffed, glaring up at the Elven guards before your eyes caught sight of an arrow flying through the air, and into one of the guards.

"Orcs!" You yelled out, gesturing up at the guards, as the one that was shot fell into the water below; almost hitting you. "Why does it always have to be orcs?"

You dodged the best you could when dead elves and dead orcs fell into the water, along with dodging arrows, and over-confidant orcs that tried to swing at your head.

You were about to call for Bilbo, but when you turned your head, you watched as your brother stabbed a sword into an orc, defending one of the dwarves.

"Miss Y/N!" Ori cried out, making you look over to him, only for him to point above you.

You looked up, your eyes widening at an orc - dead - began falling towards you. Unable to move, almost frozen in fear, you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded yourself with your arms, only for your barrel to be pushed back and out of the way. You opened your eyes, blinking them rapidly as the river water splashed in your face. Looking over, you just saw a glimpse of Dwalin turning back around. Despite the obvious danger that you were all in, you wondered what you could do for Dwalin since he had saved your life twice now.

Turning your eyes to the side, you watched as Kili ran up the side of the stone top of the gate, you covered your mouth as an arrow flew through the air and hit him in the leg. Fili cried out of this younger brother, as Kili then opened the gate, and fell into an empty barrel.

Falling down, yet another waterfall, smaller than the last, you pushed your wet hair from your face, only to grip the barrel with as much force as you could; the raging, white-foaming waters continued. Looking to your side slightly, you watched as Bilbo held onto a barrel, holding onto the sideway barrel, his own death-like grip. You felt a small bit of relief, seeing him safe. You, and the Company, continued down the river, and the longer you tried not to tip over and drown, the more you wished that you weren't in the freezing waters.

Finally, the raging stopped, and the river was calm. Leaning over slightly in the barrel, you brushed your hands in the freezing water, moving your barrel forward slowly, but carefully.

"Make for the shore!" Thorin yelled out, receiving some 'ayes' in return.

Pushing your barrel forward, you pressed your cheek against the rim of the barrel, your eyes drooping slightly as you continued to push yourself toward the shore. Your barrel soon hit the rocks, and you used the rest of your strength to get out of it, climbing up onto the rocks; completely soaked. You trudged up the rocks, wrapping your arms around yourself as you mentally counted those around you, counting fourteen. Mentally, you could rest.

Feeling a hand on your upper arm, you looked to the side, seeing your brother Bilbo. Just his presence made you give him a small smile, seeing the worry in his eyes. "I'm alright." You spoke to him, wanting to reassure him, "I'm just cold."

At the surprise of meeting Bard, the human, you sort of let your brain shut off. You felt your feet move as you followed the Dwarves to Bard's boat. You felt yourself sitting down in the corner next to Bilbo, and hiding from Alfrid, but you were far from the present. You were so tired, mentally and physically, that you let your mind quiet, letting yourself only fade back into the world you knew once you felt the warm fire at your feet.

"Wee lass hasn't spoken since the Elves." You heard a hushed voice, it was Bofur.

You pressed your legs closer to yourself, staring into the flames. The clothing you were given, having been one of Bard's daughters, was warm; the fabric soft - your fingers toyed with the soft material.

"Is she alright?" Ori asked worriedly, only for Bilbo to nod, crossing his arms.

"She's alright. She had told me so." Thorin only gave you a short glance before turning back to Bard.

Dwalin, with his arms crossed, turned to look at you, staring at your side profile. Glancing over at the table that Bilbo sat at, Dwalin said nothing, walking over to the table and grabbing a plate. Bilbo, in turn, watched as Dwalin filled the plate with a few potatoes, two small tomatoes, and a small slice of bread.

Your eyes picked up the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards you, and at the sight of a plate coming into your field of vision, you moved your head to look up. As you looked at Dwalin, his face stoic as usual, you couldn't help but smile. Taking the plate, your fingers briefly brushed against his.

"Thank you, Dwalin." You spoke softly, but before he could slink away, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. For a moment, you thought back to when he held your hand so tightly - protectively - in the Mirkwood forests. "Thank you for saving me. Twice." You smiled at him softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "And I apologize if I had anything to upset you, or make you uncomfortable." He glanced over at you, then down at your hand which was wrapped around his. He didn't remove his hand from yours, giving you the same squeeze that you had received from him earlier today.

Dwalin stared at your hand in his, his jaw clenching before he looked back to you, his eyes softening. "You did not, dorzada." He spoke gruffly, “Eat.” He finished before leaving your side, your hand dropping from his.

You looked down at your plate of food, your stomach grumbling and spinning, as your mind wandered. Picking up the slice of bread, you bit down on it, thinking about the word that Dwalin called you. You wondered what it meant.

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"Oin, stay with Kili." Thorin commanded as the rest of the Dwarves began to gather their things. Without being told, Fili stayed by his brother's side.

"I want to come too." You spoke, grabbing a random weapon from the wooden table.

Dwalin quickly turned, staring down at you, "It will be too dangerous for you, lass."

You huffed, lightly glaring up at the Dwarf, "I have fought trolls, orcs, what have you." You pointed out, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I want to fight."

"This is against us Dwarves and the dragon." He grumbled, his hand taking a hold of the weapon in yours. "You'll die before the beast does."

"I'm already dying anyway," You shrugged, looking back down at your weapon, "From the moment we're born, we're dying. So, what is the point? I want to help."

Dwalin breathed out of his nose as he took hold of your other hand, "No, no, lass, you are staying here, with Kili, while the rest of us fight."

"Are you telling me, or are you commanding me, Dwalin?" You asked, voice becoming soft as his eyes bored into your own. "Do as you wish then," You sighed when receiving no answer, letting go of his hands, "But please, do not die."

Dwalin humphed, the corners of his lips just twisting up into a small grin, and for a moment, you were stunned. Dwalin was smiling. "Don't worry," He spoke. "I won't." His gaze softened, as he stepped back from you, "Be safe, lass." With that, he started to walk away, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. You didn't say anything else, merely pulling him close to you.

You felt him tense in your abrupt embrace before his one hand, not holding his weapon, circled you. But, it all ended too soon, as he pulled back from you, nodding to you before turning his attention to the group, as they set off to The Lonely Mountain.

Your shoulders sagged when the door closed, a small pout upon your lips, "Do not fret, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke from beside his brother as you turned to look over at the four Dwarves - Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Oin. "They will return."

You let out a sigh, looking out at the window. A fuzzy feeling rose within your chest, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. After watching them disappear into the distance, the sun went to sleep, "I know."

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His Queen

Dwalin x Reader

"No?"

"I-I'm sorry, I can't." you said as he looked at you with disbelief.

Dwalin just asked you one of the biggest questions a dwarf could, he wanted to court you and he asked for your permission to do so.

But...

How could you ever be good enough for such an amazing dwarf as Dwalin?

You being half drawf and half hobbit, you were not worthy.

"I don't understand why, Y/N. I thought our feelings were mutual."

"Dwalin, I'm so sorry. Really... but you are now- you have to think about your kin."

"My kin? What do you mean?"

"You are noble now, with Thorin as king..."

"You think I honestly care about that?"

"You should, Dwalin. It's your heritage, your kin, your future."

"Exactly. And I see you in my future, I see us. What, you want me to marry some noble dwarf who I don't know and care for? Would that be the future you want for me?"

"Of course not. but I'm half-blood. I'm not fully dwarf."

"In my eyes, it doesn't matter. You could be half fish for all I care. I love you, not for your blood but for who you are. You are the most beautiful, kind and amazing person. Do you honestly think I care about anything else? Do you think I care about what others would say?" Dwalin took a step as you took one back. You knew he didn't care, but someone will. And you would hate yourself for ruining his life because you were too selfish and wanted to keep him for yourself.

"I know you don't care Dwalin, I know that. But someone might, and how could I look into the mirror if I was to ruin your life?"

"You could never do such a thing. Only if you choose to leave me. You know well that dwarves once their find their life-time partner, they cannot forget them, so I beg you, My Love, do not reject me. Because if you do, I will never be happy with another."

"Dwalin, I do love you. You know that. But what if an elder brings up that I'm not fully a dwarf?"

"Then I shall chop their head off. No one can question my Queen."

He took another step, but this time when you didn't move he closed the gap, pulling you close.

"I love you, Y/N. Nothing and no one can change that."

And as he closed in for a deep, breath-taking kiss, you couldn't stand your ground any longer. Everything came crashing down as his arms locked around your waist.

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Masterlist

Nothing fancy, just browse and enjoy.

Requests post here.

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The Hobbit:

Bilbo

Starting to Date Headcanons

Remants - Drabble

Thorin

Pebbles - Fifty Follower Celebration

Second

Girl in Calico - Second Pt. 2

From Afar - Second Pt. 3

Dwalin

Pebbles - Fifty Follower Celebration

Fíli

Dating Headcanons

Moonrise - Fifty Follower Celebration

A Kiss Hello

Kíli

Porridge

Enchanted - Fifty Follower Celebration

Jumbled

Ori

nothing yet

Bofur

Dating Headcanons

Thranduil

nothing yet

Legolas

Dating Headcanons

Balin

Pebbles - Fifty Follower Celebration

Gandalf

nothing yet

The Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Take a Break - Fifty Follower Celebration

Elrond

Dating Headcanons

Engagement and Marriage Headcanons

Domestic Life Headcanons

Boromir

nothing yet

Faramir

nothing yet

Frodo

nothing yet

Sam

Care - Fifty Follower Celebration

Merry

nothing yet

Pippin

Burden - Fifty Follower Celebration

Gimli

nothing yet

Éomer

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Imagine: Bees’ fear

How would Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bilbo, Dwalin, Ori react if they found out you were afraid of bees?

Note 1: I’m not an English native speaker so there are probably mistakes. Note 2: It’s the first time I wrote with Dwalin and Ori, I hope it’ll be alright!

Thorin

You tried to hide your fear of bees during the whole quest. Thinking nobody could realise it, you were pretty proud of you, and to your surprise, there weren't as many bees in Middle-earth as you thought. After the Shire, you never saw one. Your meals and your walking were so peaceful that it was strange, but you were thinking the other lands may be not conducive to their development.

The thing you didn't know was that Thorin always made sure to put himself between you and a bee as soon as he saw one, or to push you slightly away from it without you realising it. He still remembered when he had discovered your fear of those tiny animals: you had closed your eyes tightly as you had remained motionless, waiting for it to disappear at some point.

He never said anything about this. Until Beorn’s house. The house with a lot of animals and giant bees.

If Thorin already heard you yelling because of goblins or orcs, it was nothing compared to the cry you made when you woke up alone with a giant bee above you. Between its size, your waking, and the unknown place, your (stupid) instinct, you couldn’t help but yell.

The surprise continued with the sudden arrival of Thorin, almost breathless, in the room. The giant bee left the room, more scared than you.

Your scared eyes, shining with contained tears, stopped him from thinking. He just ran to you and took you in his arms. His chest was hard like a rock, but his warm coat and his scent calmed you immediately. Your heart took a few minutes to calm down, until you realised you were in Thorin’s arms.

“I-I’m sorry, I overreacted! I’m okay, i-it surprised me…” you said as you placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him because of your embarrassment.

“It’s okay to be afraid,” he said in a calm voice as he stroked your back. “From now, I will be with you when you wake up. Nothing will scare you.”

From that moment, Thorin got into the habit of sleeping next to you. Even in Mirkwood, even in Laketown, even in Erebor.

Fíli

Even though you know the benefit of bees for the environment – and for honey, you couldn't help but be tense when one of them was flying near you. And of course, they were everywhere in Middle-earth!

“They may often be around you because you smell as good as a flower,” Fíli said one day when you were alone with him in a forest as the sun started to set.

Thorin had asked for you and Fíli to bring kindling for Gloín’s fire, so you were both alone in the middle of a forest. No Thorin for ordering something, no Kíli for making jokes, or no Bombur asking for help for preparing dinner.

You couldn’t help but stop your moves when your cheeks stupidly blushed at his sentence. As you had your back to him, you tried to stay insensitive, not wanting to misunderstand what he said.

Staying insensitive is easy when there are no bees around you, but when a tiny one flew next to you, you couldn’t help but say Fíli’s name in an imploring tone, remaining motionless. With a few slow steps, he joined you and pushed the bee away. After a shy “Thank you”, you continued to search for kindling.

During the whole quest, you developed the habit of calling Fíli each time a bee was coming close to you. His help was so often that the other made fun of you sometimes, imitating your imploring voice. You let them do it since they were right. You weren’t proud of yourself, but he never complained, always walking quickly to you and saving you from the tiny thing.

One night, you were both on watch duty as you were sitting next to each other, whispering while everyone else slept. The moon was high in a sky without clouds and a light wind was blowing in the trees. A perfect quiet night.

“Can I ask you something?” you eventually asked as you smiled at him after a long discussion about an anecdote of his brother.

“Yes, you can. Anything you want,” he replied with a smile, making the braids of his moustache dance.

“Why do you never complain when I call you as soon as a bee approaches me? I must call you at least once a day,” you said as you looked at his smile widened.

“Because I love when you call my name in an imploring tone,” he simply replied without looking away, obviously proud of the effect his answer had on you.

Kíli

The first time Kíli saw you being afraid of bees it was in the Shire. They were everywhere! On each flower, on each tree, on each step you have taken! It was at the very beginning of the quest. Just a little cry of surprise – alright ‘of fear’, when a bee approached you as you were on your pony. You almost fell from it and it didn’t escape Kíli’s notice.

Since then, not two days went by without him pretending to have seen a bee, making the sound of a bee, or showing you one near you.

It was tiring and not fun. Even his uncle scolded him about it, but he continued.

“You’re stupid and I hate you!” you ended up exploding after a long, tiring day. “You know what, don’t approach me or talk to me again!”

You left him alone, surprised by your reaction, as you joined the camp without any woods you were supposed to bring. This evening, he searched for woods alone as his brother was with Thorin and Balin talking about the road.

Then, you kept your distance with him for days. He tried several times to speak with you but you ignored him. The whole company laughed about it, calling you ‘the sulkiest woman of Middle-earth’, and joking about Kíli’s grumpy behaviour.

However, when Bilbo and you discovered the trolls had captured the ponies because of Fíli and Kíli’s inattention, you had no choice but speak with him to plan the ponies’ rescue, which quickly failed of course.

After that, Kíli and you started talking again, as before. He apologised one last time and you finally forgave him. As you both spoke about what happened the day you avoided him, you realise you weren’t the only one to miss your chatting.

Your good understanding lasted until you arrived at Beorn, when you discovered Kíli’s fear for the giant bees. He avoided them, trying to stay brave, while you could almost see cold sweat on his face.

What could you do to make fun of him as much as he did to you? So many possibilities! Once you eventually found the good joke, you started it!

One afternoon while everyone was busy on their own, Kíli was sleeping on the ground at the back of the house. Laying under a tree, the sun didn't bother him to sleep, you could even hear him snoring. In the quietest way possible, you walked to him with a giant bee.

In conversation with Beorn, you realised these giant bees were harmless and they could even understand you a little. So you asked one of them to follow you to Kíli.

In front of him, you took your most beautiful voice to call him. After calling him several times as he groaned, he ended up opening his eyes. At the sight of the bee just in front of him, he froze. You never saw him so quiet, you even suspected he stopped breathing. Kíli only reacted when he heard you laugh as you asked the bee to leave.

Once the bee left, it didn’t take him a long time to understand you made fun of him, especially with your laugh echoing through the garden. “I promised if I catch you…” he shouted as he quickly got to his feet. Between your laugh and his sudden move, you stumbled over a root and fell to the ground. Kíli easily caught you. He lowered to the ground above you and locked your arms next to your head, as he used to do with his brother when they were young.

“Do you think it's funny?” he groaned, still angry with you because of his sudden, scary waking.

“It was very funny! If you could have seen your face!” you continued to laugh until his hands hurt you. “Ouch! Hey calm down, I’m not a solid dwarf like all of you! You’re going to break my wrist!”

His grip loosened but he didn’t move. He looked at you from above as his cheeks started to blush under his little beard.

You wondered how long he could have stayed like that if Thorin hadn't called him from the other side of the house…

Bilbo

It wasn't hard for Bilbo to understand you were afraid of bees. Still in the Shire, the journey barely started, you let out a light cry as you were sitting on the ground for lunch. At that very moment, Bilbo was just next to you. So it was impossible to hide it.

He looked at you with a gentle smile as he made it leave with a simple move of his hand, not even standing up.

“Do you have a superpower with bees? Do they understand you?” you asked, looking first at his hand, then at his face.

“A super what?” he replied with a questioning face as he bit into an apple.

You didn't try to explain him and preferred to change the subject, still impressed by him however.

After that, you decided to stay next to Bilbo when you were sitting on the ground. It was the safer way! And Bilbo’s company was always agreeable.

The rest of the journey was better now you knew Bilbo’s superpower. If we talked of bees, of course, not of goblins or orcs. You didn’t even know where he was when you faced the goblins. But for bees, he was the best!

When you spent the first night at Beorn, the company let you sleep the next morning as much as you want. The sun was already up when you felt something tickling your cheek. You first scratched your face before opening your eyes and understanding a giant bee just in front of you.

With a quick involuntary move, you hit the bee and it fell on the floor, not moving anymore. Your heart arched and you tried to think what you should do.

The solution was evident when you found it. You run to find Bilbo in the house until you find him outside talking to Balin. Without explaining anything, the little hobbit eventually followed you to the bee still on the floor, moving a little.

You let him act as he wanted and he found a way to wake it up and help him to go outside. Who knew that a little honey could save a bee?

Bilbo knew. After he brought out the giant bee and came back to you, you immediately hugged him. Surprised and embarrassed, he tensed before thinking you needed comfort.

“It’s fine. I don’t think another one would come in after what you did,” he said as he stroked your back.

“I’m sorry! And I thank you so much!” you said as you pulled back a little, your hands still holding his upper arms. “It was amazing! You’re amazing!”

Your enthusiastic words quickly made the little hobbit blush, or maybe it was your hands on him or your previous hug. Unlike the dwarfs, he had no beards, so you could see it easily, even if he tried to hide it with some nose moves and by offering you breakfast.

Dwalin

“Why are ye scared of something so tiny?” Dwalin asked as you hid behind him.

“I don't do it on purpose,” you replied a little too harshly.

You don’t want to talk about it, you want it to disappear. From your sight, not from this universe, you’re not a monster.

So you had hidden yourself behind the first person next to you until the bee’s sound went away, and the person in question was Dwalin. This big dwarf was a good shield for tiny things. Tiny or big, for trolls, goblins, or orcs, he wasn’t bad either!

But for bees, he couldn’t help but laugh when you were running behind him without a word until it left. Dwalin wasn’t the kind of dwarf to laugh, so you were surprised the first time you saw him smile after you thanked him for being your shield.

“At your service, lass!” he always replied with a smile before regaining his serious behaviour as usual.

You were glad to always have him when you needed it. He was a perfect shield.

When you arrived at Beorn’s house, you quickly noticed the giant bees. So you tried to avoid them. They were almost less frightening. Almost. Until you went on a walk and you found several of them around you, gathering pollen on flowers. They hadn’t noticed you, but their sounds were scary. It was nothing like the discreet sound of tiny ordinary bees.

You tried to keep you calm but the anxiety made your heart beat so hard that your eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming. The ultimate solutions were to yell Dwalin’s help or to run away, but afraid like you were, you just closed your eyes and remained motionless.

Bees’ sounds were everywhere until you felt something in front of you. Your fear made you hesitate to open your eyes, but at the sounds of the bees moving away, you eventually opened them.

The back of Dwalin was just before you. The strong back of your shield was protecting you.

You let your head fall on it, tears running over your cheek with relief. Dwalin immediately turned to you when he heard you. You hit his chest with the little strength you had as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Are ye ok?” he said in a worried voice.

“Why did my shield take so long?” you said, hitting him once again.

“I’m here, and I’m sorry. Yer shield was looking for ye in the wrong place,” he said as he stroked your back. “I promise ye it'll never happen again.”

Ori

Bees used to scare you when they were near you. If they were far enough away to not hear them, it was fine. So you used to look around you when you were sitting on the ground, maybe a little too much.

“They don't go out at night,” Ori said with a shy voice as he was sitting next to you. “You won't find any insects like bees or wasps at night. I read it in a book when I was young.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, full of hope. “I never think of it, but you must be right. I never saw any of them at night.”

“If it can reassure you, bees almost never attack someone. It’s very rare, I’m sure you will never be attacked if you do nothing to them,” he said with a comfort face’s expression.

“Do you promise me?” you asked seriously.

“Oh, hm, yes. I promise you,” he replied in a hesitant voice but still with his nice smile.

This was the first of many conversations with the shy dwarf. He always taught you something that calmed you down when you were scared. And in this quest, there was enough to be scared of!

Even at Beorn, you weren’t so afraid of the giant bees. You were almost used to them. Then, one nice afternoon, with the permission of Dori and Nori, you went for a walk with Ori in Beorn’s territory. You both were sure you would be safe here, so you took your time. And the time always passed quickly with Ori because you always found good subjects to talk about.

In the middle of the afternoon, you took a break near a river under a big tree. As your head leaned towards the water to refresh your face, you heard a light but loud cry from Ori. You ran to him as fast as you could and saw him shake his hand. In front of him, you wanted to take his hand but he stepped back. Looking more panicked than him, he tried to reassure you but it didn’t work.

“It was just a bee that stung me. I didn't pay attention and put my hand on it when I wanted to sit down,” he explained as you were more and more worried.

He couldn’t tell you he was watching you instead of paying attention to the ground. Between you and the ground, his choice was easily made.

“You promised they never attack!” you exclaimed in a louder voice than you wanted. “What if you react wrongly and die? What if you lost your hand? Your hand Ori! What if–”

“M-my hand is fine,” he cut you off in a calm voice when his cheeks were red from your sudden over-attention to him. “I have never read that a dwarf died because of a bee. I’m sure Oín can help me with that easily. D-do you want to come with me?”

Of course you were coming with him! You will help Oín as much as you can! The scribe dwarf will need your help for a long time before he can use his hand!

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blackloveangel13 · 1 year

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Am i creativ enough to think about a fanfic? Probably.

Can i write? Oh God No

Do i try nontheless?! Maybe

Am I writing in english thats not my mothertoung? Absolutly

#fanfic #x reader #y/n #x y/n #lotr #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #dwalin #beorn #my ocs

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hobbitsesoftheshire · 11 months

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Characters i write for:

Thorin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bilbo

Legolas

Aragorn

Pippin

Merry

I might add some characters but these are the ones im currently comfortable writing for.

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thesheelfsworld · 2 years

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Be Proud

Just something I posted on ao3.

Warning: mild swearing

Pairing: Dwalin & reader; Father-daughter relationship, but only if you squint.

Author's Note: based on a Tumblr prompt: “that’s the first time I’ve ever seen you smile.”

It's my first time posting something like this and English is not my first language, so please be nice and enjoy!✨

Training with Dwalin had started out of necessity. What I needed was not to die, what the Company needed was for me to not be a problem and to be able to survive. That’s why very early on Thorin said Dwalin was to teach me to defend myself. I took it in stride, never being one to depend on others and determined to not be in anyone’s way and potentially get them killed.

The first couple of training sessions were easy enough, although not less tiring, filled with basic stance information and simple defense moves. Once I got the hang of those, that’s when the fun began.

I had always been proud of my achievements, considering that I had never wielded a sword before, but Dwalin wasn’t as impressed. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t particularly mean, but he wasn’t easy to please and was not amazed by my attempts at making a joke out of everything. So, when he first complimented me on not falling on my ass one afternoon, I was sure I had hit my head and imagined everything.

Dwalin was standing in front of me with one of his axes in hand, a stance at the ready to begin his attack. My stance was one of defense rather than offense. After all, he did tell me that when facing a bigger opponent, my biggest advantage was my size, and although Dwalin was a dwarf, he was quite tall, and I, quite short for a human.

He launches forward with great might, not going for the kill, but with enough strength/force to have me struggling. He kept moving forward, making me retreat in turn until my back hit a tree. Maybe it was the fright of having collided with something unexpected, or that I was quite literally caught between a tree and a huge axe coming towards my face; whatever it was, I ducked just in time, avoiding what would have been a pretty nasty accident, spoon around to the left and quickly put space between us once again.

When I turned to Dwalin again, his face had contorted into a light expression of surprise. That alone had me grinning like a loon, but it was the actual twitch of his lips that had my chest bursting with pride for myself.

“That was a smart move lassie, good thinkin’ there.” His voice remained uninterested and collected, but I knew better.

“You were not expecting that, huh? Me neither,” I laughed still slightly out of breath as he barely nodded.

“But I must have done something right because I’m pretty sure that’s the first time you’ve smiled at me,” I added with a smile. I had to admit I had grown fond of the dwarf. He frowned a lot, grunted instead of using his words, and barely paid any attention to me outside of our training session, but I knew I could trust him with my life, and I truly felt safe with him. So him being proud of my improvements … yeah, that was a fucking big deal to me.

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somedaylazysomeday · 1 year

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Dexterity - Part Two

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

There was a time skip between the previous chapter and this one! Your courtship with Thorin went well and this chapter takes place roughly a year after your wedding.

Rating: Mature. No smut in this one, but it's definitely leading that direction. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, shifting POV, tense diplomatic relations, politics, discussions of xenophobia, self-doubt, minor angst. Some sass (and mild language) from Dwalin.

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The king was watching you, his intent eyes following your every move.

Each gesture, no matter how small, was absorbed and analyzed. Thorin admired every part of you, from the grace in your actions to the way you smiled at every citizen of Erebor as if you were equally pleased to see each of them. Still, the king’s thoughts were far away.

In his mind’s eye, Thorin could see you, your belly swollen with your shared child. The admiring gazes of the males in the mountain took on an extra respect as they understood you had been fully claimed by their king and were carrying his heir. Your body would change in the process - some of your angles turned to curves as you prepared to deliver his child - but your steely strength and protective nature would grow even more apparent. You would be as fierce as any dwarrowdam, ready to defend your family against any threat that could appear.

“Thorin,” a familiar voice snapped.

Thorin blinked, the interruption enough to shake him from his reverie. You were still standing nearby, deep in discussion with a group of merchants, but Thorin’s chest ached to see that pleasing - though merely imagined - fullness disappeared from your form.

You glanced over at him and smiled, an expression he returned without hesitation. You had never had the discussion, but there was always time for you to decide whether you wanted to bear his child. For now, he was still lost in the overwhelming pleasure of knowing you belonged to him and he to you.

“Thorin, get your head out of your arse,” Dwalin grumbled, clearly irritated that he had gained Thorin’s attention only to immediately lose it again.

Thorin aimed a severe look at his oldest friend. “I would remind you that I am still your king, Dwalin.”

“Stop mooning over your wife, then,” Dwalin retorted. “You’ve been married a full year. It’s embarrassing.”

“Tell me, Dwalin,” Thorin commanded archly. “Does your romantic heart often disrupt the execution of your duties?”

“No, but your romantic heart does,” Dwalin retorted without a moment of hesitation.

Thorin chuckled despite himself. “Very well, then. What matter is so urgent that you would interrupt such a pleasant diversion?”

“You’ll have to deal with his arrival soon,” Dwalin warned and the last vestiges of Thorin’s pleasure disappeared from him.

Dwalin had not named their upcoming arrival. He did not need to. There was only one arrival the King of Erebor dreaded so deeply: that of the Elvenking Thranduil.

It was a necessity, he reminded himself yet again. Erebor was a lovely home, rich in gold and gems from the mountain itself and prosperous in the dwarves who had chosen to settle inside. Anything from fabric to metalwork could be found inside, either created there or brought in from Dale to trade.

In fact, the only thing Erebor did not have was a steady source of food.

The rocky exterior of the mountain meant there were no fields for planting or grazing cattle. There was not enough light inside for plants and most animals did not thrive within the mountain. Those that did required such a great amount of food and water - and produced such a great amount of waste - that it did not benefit to keep them.

Combined, it meant that Erebor relied on trade to keep the larders well-stocked. Merchants from Lake-Town brought some goods into the mountain, but the small fishing village simply did not have much to spare. Additionally, it was not a fast nor simple journey and the merchants charged a considerable sum on top of their base prices to cover the travel. When Dale was fully constructed, Thorin had hopes that it would be able to supply goods at a decreased cost, but there were no guarantees.

Unfortunately for Thorin, the result was that he needed to maintain a good relationship with Thranduil. It would be easier if they were not so determined to needle each other, but there was little that could be done about it by that point. Thorin could not remember who had delivered the first stab and he could not bring himself to meekly accept the Elvenking’s barbs without returning them in kind.

Despite the unpleasantness of the Elvenking’s arrival, Thorin knew it would happen sooner rather than later, and everything needed to be ready before the royal procession arrived. With a few quick steps, he crossed the distance between you and rested his hand against your lower back.

“My love,” he murmured. “We must prepare for our arrivals.”

You turned to him, already smiling, and Thorin’s heart warmed still further. You were perfection incarnate. Thorin was struck anew each day, wondering at his luck in finding you and convincing you to become his queen. Even the bad days were less so with you there - no matter whether it was you he was upset with.

“Of course, my king,” you agreed before looking back at the merchants, most of whom were offering bows to Thorin. “This was quite an illuminating conversation, good sirs. Allow me to think on a solution. I will be in touch.”

The merchants dispersed in a cloud of thanks and well-wishes.

“Is everything well?” Thorin asked, frowning. You had always taken a special interest in providing for merchants who came to sell their wares in the markets of Erebor - that was how the two of you had met, after all - but he was wary of them overwhelming you with petty squabbles.

“Yes,” you assured him, adding a roll of your eyes and a rueful twist of your lips. “Some of their concerns are legitimate, but many of them are simply complaints that others are selling more successfully than they are. Ridiculous.”

“You kept your temper,” Thorin commented, impressed. “I am proud of you, but must confess myself surprised.”

You scoffed, poking him in the chest. “Between the two of us, you are far more likely to have an explosion of temper. You have yet to get through a single meeting with the Elvenking without shouting at him.”

“And how would you know this?” Thorin asked, capturing your poking finger and kissing it gently. “You have never met Thranduil.”

“True,” you agreed easily, “but the King of Erebor insulting the Elvenking’s parentage is something that tends to come up in conversation when another visit is impending.”

“Who-?”

“Your family and friends, of course,” you answered, knowing his question before he had the chance to fully utter it. “Dis takes particular delight in telling tales of your past impatience with dignitaries of all backgrounds and situations.”

Thorin sighed. His sister was forever undermining him in the eyes of his wife. Of course, she would counter that she was simply making him appear to be more approachable… not that you had ever been particularly intimidated by Thorin’s status. “Yes, but has she mentioned how her own meeting with the Rivendell elf lord who-”

“As dearly as I would love to hear this story,” you interrupted, “the Elvenking and King Bard will be here any moment, correct?”

“Bard will be here as well?” Thorin asked, his interest piqued. Thranduil was unbearable at any time, but Thorin had come to see the human king of Dale as something of a friend.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Yes, did you not listen to Balin? The reconstruction of Dale is nearly complete. Bard intends to begin settling the city early next spring so the people can prepare to plant the fields. Wasn’t the whole idea behind this meeting to reestablish trade routes and agreements between Erebor, Greenwood, and Dale?”

“Of course,” Thorin agreed, though in truth, he had not known that was the purpose of the meeting. He had been dreading Thranduil’s arrival too profoundly to focus on the reason behind it. “Come, we must receive our guests.”

You gave him a skeptical look, but still put your hand in his. Thorin’s thick, blunt fingers caressed the delicate lines of your hand even as he led the way to the throne room.

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The throne room was near Erebor’s upper entrance. It was partially for defensive reasons - the king could accept and meet with dignitaries without allowing them entrance into the mountain itself if they weren’t trusted - but you had to admit that it was an intimidating sight.

From the entrance to the throne room, visitors were left looking at the throne… or thrones, depending on whether the king was married. To cross to those thrones, however, the arrivals had to navigate a narrow walk that spanned a descent too deep for most to comprehend.

Even ignoring its layout, the throne room itself was enough to make newcomers stare. Glass-covered gaps in the surface of the mountain allowed sunlight to bounce through silvered tubes, illuminating the room’s interior in narrow shafts of natural light. Everything in the throne room was made of intricately carved stone - as was appropriate for a throne room - but there was one glaring exception: the Arkenstone housed in its place above the king’s head.

The gem gave off a slight glow, but there was something… different about its pearlescent sheen that drew the eyes of anyone who stepped into the throne room.

“I will never grow used to this,” you muttered to yourself, trailing slightly behind Thorin. You had met with the merchants in an antechamber, and were approaching using the visitor’s path rather than the king’s entrance. It was still exactly as intimidating to you then as it had been the first time you stepped inside.

“It is a compelling sight,” Thorin agreed, glancing around the room as he settled into his throne. His clothes were well-made, designs in silver and gold thread embroidered into the cloth of his tunic. He wore several pieces of jewelry he had mined and crafted himself, and his golden crown seemed to rise from the thick waves of his dark hair.

“Not the most compelling sight I can think of,” you countered, grinning at him. He looked every inch the king, but Thorin was still your husband and one of your dearest friends. He would have to excuse you the occasional lustful look or comment.

Thorin’s breath puffed from him and he glanced over at you in surprise. A slow smile curved his lips as his gaze traveled slowly over your dwarven-style robes and sturdy boots. “I would agree, but the proof of a better one is before my very eyes.”

“Charmer,” you told him, “but we must still meet with the Elvenking and King Bard.”

Thorin grumble was incomprehensible, but he collected himself enough to warn you, “I have planned for our dinner tonight to be between the two of us alone. I knew I would need a reason not to throw that thrice-damned elf from the platform.”

“Are we not having dinner with our guests?” you asked.

Thorin shook his head. “The hour grows late and both kings will be weary after their journeys. A meal will be delivered to their respective chambers and their welcome feast will take place tomorrow night.”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you so upset about a feast,” you teased.

“It is more the company than the feast,” Thorin said with a grimace.

“My king, my queen,” Balin announced, stepping into the throne room. “May I present the Elvenking Thranduil of the Greenwood and King Bard of Esgaroth.”

Balin stood aside, sending you a wink as two other figures stepped inside. Bard was first. You had met him before. Since Esgaroth was far closer than the Greenwood, he had been to Erebor to discuss trade and the resettlement of Dale, among other things. His dark hair and beard were a familiar sight, as was his warm smile.

Bard was a tall human, but Thranduil’s looming form was visible beyond him. The Elvenking was broad-shouldered and lean, a physique that was fairly common among the elves. His hair was long and pale, a shimmering blond so pale it resembled a sheet of silver cascading from the ostentatious, jewel-studded crown on his head. He was wearing a floor-length robe made of delicate elven fabric. It was immaculate, despite the dirt caked on Bard’s boots.

You were torn from your musings by the ringing quiet. Traditionally, the hosting king would say something to welcome his guests, but Thorin was staring at Thranduil in stony silence as Bard shifted uncomfortably beside a pointedly-staring Balin.

“Greetings, visitors,” you said. The weight of your station as the queen of Erebor began to crush you as all eyes turned to you. For a moment, you wavered. You were a shepherdess, born and raised in a small cottage on the outskirts of Erebor. You had been well prepared for a life shearing sheep and spinning wool, weaving blankets when you had the time. Diplomacy among recently warring kingdoms was beyond you.

Thorin’s familiar fingers touched the back of your hand. He was depending on you. An entire kingdom was depending on you. You gathered your courage and smiled.

“King Bard, how lovely to see you again,” you told him with a gentle nod of your head. “And King Thranduil, I look forward to officially making your acquaintance. I hope your journey was not too taxing?”

“Not at all,” Bard assured you, bowing. “I am glad to see you in good health.”

“It is most interesting to meet you, Queen of Erebor,” Thranduil said, his voice far deeper than you had expected. “Your welcome is appreciated, if a surprise coming from this kingdom.”

At your side, Thorin gave an unenthused snort. You cleared your throat in an attempt to cover the sound, but it fooled no one. Balin frowned so deeply that his entire beard moved with the expression and Bard glanced almost longingly at the door behind himself. Thranduil, however, looked intrigued, an almost savage joy sparking in his eyes.

“I will admit, I have been eager to meet the human woman who could capture the attention of Thorin Oakenshield,” Thranduil continued. “The dwarves have always been a remarkably… xenophobic race.”

“Only one of us has seen the inside of the other’s dungeons, Elvenking,” Thorin said at last. His voice held the grit it always took on when he was close to losing his temper. That alone was interesting to you. Thranduil was condescending, but had said nothing extreme enough to have provoked this reaction.

“And only one of us has told the other to burn in dragon’s fire… among less pleasant sentiments,” Thranduil reminded, voice silky. He turned his attention back to you. “I would have offered you some insight into the exclusionary ways of the dwarves - a warning, perhaps - but your wedding ceremony was so sudden…”

You narrowed your eyes as his gaze dipped to your waist. Your wedding to Thorin had been private by your request, but it had been sudden only in the sense that you hadn’t advertised your courtship across Middle Earth. Suspicions that you were with child had run rampant in Erebor, but you had ignored them all. The fact that it had been a full year since your wedding should have squashed the rumors, but you still encountered them with disconcertingly common frequency.

The fact that the Elvenking believed the same was a disappointment, if not an unexpected one.

“Our wedding ceremony is none of your business,” Thorin snapped, his vehemence a shock to your system. “Nor is our relationship.”

Thranduil’s dark brows rose swiftly. “A surprise to hear. The few elven traders who have been allowed to sell their wares in Erebor report that the queen is far more reasonable than her king. I suspected I would work more closely with her than you, Thorin.”

There was an undercurrent in Thranduil’s voice that you did not particularly care for, but your reaction was a drop in Esgaroth’s lake compared to Thorin’s. “You have a human woman of your own, Elvenking. There is no reason to take such an interest in mine.”

Thranduil laughed at that, a rich sound that made you want to strike him. Thorin felt the same, if you were to guess by the way his hands tightened into fists.

“And you claim to have no spies,” he said, tossing the words like blades in Thorin’s direction. “Perhaps your children will learn to navigate the wilds of diplomacy even with a father who spent well over a hundred years without a kingdom.”

“You needn’t concern yourself with our children, Elvenking,” Thorin spat venomously, tightening his fingers around yours. “They will be raised correctly, with the proper suspicion and ‘xenophobia’ that has kept our people safe even without help of those who would call themselves our allies.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Well, your throne, actually. You had gone into this relationship with Thorin knowing that you were different species, no matter how similar you may have looked. Children had always been a potential for the future, but now, you were having doubts.

Did marrying you mean that Thorin accepted your differences or that he intended to ignore them? You were a human and your children would be half-human. They would need a relationship with both cultures, regardless of your home in a Dwarven kingdom. In that case, you would need to have trade relationships with Dale at least. Surely Thorin’s dislike of other cultures wouldn’t extend as far as humanity?

On that note, were you certain that you wanted to have children together? You and Thorin had both done your best to learn about interspecies relationships and children, but… Well, the process of childbirth was dangerous enough on its own. When you added in the fact that your children would be half Dwarves, the prospect seemed even more intimidating.

You had thought these were issues you could explore at length, but Thorin was speaking as if you intended to start a family immediately. Thranduil seemed convinced that you and Thorin were already working toward that end.

Thorin’s thumb smoothed over the back of your hand. When you glanced over at him, you found him watching you with eyes full of reassurance and you relaxed slightly. This was Thorin. You had known him for years. Surely he wouldn’t push you into taking such a large step when you were feeling uncertain.

Bard’s voice rang through the distance between you and your guests. “I am sure none of us wish to start these meetings with a confrontation. We should-”

“Balin,” Thorin interrupted. Balin stepped forward, folding his hands in front of his torso. “Show our guests to their quarters. We will convene in the morning.”

After another round of nods from everyone, Balin led Bard and Thranduil from the throne room. When you were alone with Thorin, he fixed you with an intense look. “I apologize for putting you through that. Thranduil has always shown a remarkable disrespect for my people, but I had hoped he would show some consideration for you.”

You nodded slowly, waiting for him to say more, but he only stood and pulled you to your feet as well. “Shall we return to our own chambers?”

As you struggled under a wave of disappointment, you offered Thorin a weak smile. “I have a few tasks to complete first. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

Some hours later, you were wandering the abandoned depths of Erebor - lost in the circling, sharp-toothed company of your thoughts - when a displeased voice sounded from behind you. “There you are. Thorin is waiting.”

“Dwalin,” you greeted, keeping your back to him as you swiped at your cheeks. You weren’t openly weeping, but your tension had encouraged occasional tears to fall. “My apologies. Please tell Thorin I will be there soon.”

Dwalin snorted. “I can escort you there just as quickly as I can deliver a message. Come.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I need a moment.”

“I don’t-” Dwalin's complaint broke off abruptly, leaving a suspicion-filled silence. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you ill?” he asked. “A head cold, a stomach-? Oh. Ah… I should get Thorin. Stay there.”

His pause and following promise made you sigh. Yet another person who believed you were carrying Thorin’s child. “Dwalin-”

“What do we have here? A secret meeting? You know how much I love secret meetings.”

Normally, Bofur’s cheeriness could bring a smile to your face faster than anything, but you couldn’t find any amusement in his joking.

You heard his footsteps halt behind you. “What is going on? And where are you off to Dwalin?” You glanced over at Dwalin, accidentally catching Bofur’s eye in the process. In the millisecond you saw him, his expression went from teasing to concern. “What’s the matter, lass?”

“She’s sick,” Dwalin told him impatiently.

Bofur moved so that he could see you more clearly, shaking his head slowly. “Heartsick, maybe. What’s really going on?”

You offered him a weak smile. “I’m just a little scared.”

“Of what?” Bofur pressed.

“Being queen,” you explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie. “I’m the queen of Erebor.”

Dwalin stepped closer, giving you a strange look. “Aye, you have been for a year now.”

“And you’ve been doing a wonderful job,” Bofur reassured you.

“Yes, but…” You took a breath, smiling wryly. It wasn’t traditional to talk about things like this with anyone other than another female, but there were no females immediately available. “I’m not sure I’m ready for all that entails.”

Dwalin grumbled. “Most people get cold feet before the wedding.”

“Is this because of Bard and Thranduil?” Bofur asked.

“No- well, a little. It’s just…” You took a breath, trying to gather your courage at the same time. “Has Thorin mentioned wanting children in the past?”

The shocked little silence put your nerves on edge. The polite thing to do would be to break the tension, to tell them they were under no obligation to answer you. But you were worried and you needed the insight. Who better to provide it than two members of Thorin’s company?

“Is that what this is all about?” Bofur asked. “Is Thorin saying he doesn’t want children?”

“No,” you quickly denied.

“Is he pushing you for them, then?” Dwalin demanded, sounding thoroughly unhappy at the idea. “I’ll go beat some sense into him.”

Bofur couldn’t possibly look more shocked. “Dwalin, what are you saying? You’re his personal guard.”

“Having children isn’t something that anyone should be forced into,” he replied.

You sniffed quietly, admitting, “I didn’t think you would have an opinion on this.”

“I was never blessed with a sister, but after the fall of Erebor, Balin and I stayed with some distant relatives,” Dwalin told you, voice gruff as he studiously avoided making eye contact with you or Bofur. “I’ve seen many cousins marry and more than one of those hearty dwarrowdams died in the birthing bed.”

“Don’t scare the lass,” Bofur chided.

Dwalin shook his head. “I’m not trying to. The midwives of Erebor are excellent at their work, but childbirth is dangerous. It’s not something for anyone to be pushed into.”

“Thorin isn’t pushing me,” you told both of your confidants. “And I’m certainly not pushing him. I’m just realizing how important it is for the king and queen to have children.”

The only answer they gave were blank stares. At length, Bofur said, “Well, the line of heirs is a big deal for kings. Inheritance and everything.”

“I know that,” you said, impatient - though your impatience was with yourself rather than with either of them. “But it’s something I didn’t expect to apply to me. Marrying royalty was never in my plans. I… I feel like everyone’s expectations are high. Far too high. Do they expect me to know all of this already? Should Thorin and I already be starting a family?”

Bofur made some kind of gesture to Dwalin. You didn’t see it, but the burly dwarf walked off at a rapid pace. Bofur’s hand gently clasped your elbow, steering you down the hall in the vague direction of Thorin’s chambers. Your questions continued, though they dropped in volume until you were speaking mostly to yourself.

“I think you know who has the answers to those questions, lass,” Bofur said kindly, waiting until after you had stopped muttering to say it.

You thought on that point for a while, but you couldn’t think of any way to approach the topic without making Thorin feel like he had to choose between reassuring you and accurately representing his own wants and needs. You wanted to make Thorin happy, wanted it more than anything… but you were worried you would lose yourself in the push for children if you weren’t careful.

“But how can I ask him?” you sighed. “What if I end up disappointing him?”

Bofur scoffed.

“Impossible.”

The single-word assertion didn’t come from the dwarf beside you. Instead, Thorin came striding quickly down the hewn-stone hallway in front of you. His hair was loose and damp, and he was wearing a casual tunic and trousers. Clearly, he had left your shared quarters in a hurry.

His eyes studied you, alight with worry. When he found no injury, he looked past you. “Thank you, Bofur. I’ll escort her from here.”

“Your highnesses,” Bofur replied cheekily, giving an overly deep bow before he walked away.

Thorin gave you another searching look, then held out a hand. It was a wise gesture, silent by nature, but asking so much more. Were you angry with him? Would you fight against him or would you fight with him against a common enemy?

You slipped your hand into his without a second thought. The deep crease in Thorin’s brow eased slightly, but his shoulders stayed tense as he led you to the royal quarters you shared.

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Author's Note - As a helpful life tip, don't ask recently married people (or anyone, really) when they're having kids. It's weird and puts pressure on them. If they bring it up, it's whatever, but don't ask invasive questions.

There is be a second (explicit) part to this that I'll post tomorrow!

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the company + helping their s/o with insomnia

characters included: thorin, fíli, kíli, dwalin, bofur

word count: 941

summary: how a few members of thorin’s company help their s/o with their insomnia

a/n: again, i wrote these at an ungodly hour even tho i had important things to do today

thorin 🪵

with his duties as king, thorin is quite the night owl

he tends to stay up late working on important documents, reading through correspondence, doing everything but resting

you keep him company on many of those nights, humming softly as you read novels or tend to your own royal duties across the room when sleep evades you (which is nearly always)

he’ll notice when you start to sink further in your armchair, taking that as his cue to put you to bed

“come, my queen, we must rest for the night” he whispers, sliding his arms under your back and behind your knees to carry you to bed

your indignant grumble is met with a soft chuckle, your husband reassuring you that he is joining you

once you’re tucked in, he slides himself under the blankets with you and hums lullabies until you both doze off

fíli 🗡️

despite how long fíli has known you, he will never understand how in mahal’s great mines you are so elusive after sundown

during the day, he knows exactly how to find you and never worries about where you happen to be. but under the light of the moon, you slip through his fingers and seemingly vanish with the breeze

he knows that you like to go on walks to burn off energy you didn’t use during the day; without your evening walks, you’re tossing and turning like mad

you’re almost never in the same place twice; he’s found you roaming the mines chatting with bofur, reading books by the light of the forges, and on one evening you were in the kitchens with bombur chowing down on midnight snacks

tonight he finds you in the royal library, drool escaping from your lips onto a book older than the both of you combined

he spots balin and the old advisor grins at the sight of you snoozing on the dusty tome

your golden prince gently slides the book from under your head, adjusting your body so he can carry you to bed without much jostling

kíli 🏹

you’ve known that kíli was a massive cuddler since you were children in the blue mountains

he had a penchant for being able to sleep nearly anywhere growing up, and since you both were glued to each other by the hip since pebblehood, you were his permanent best friend and cuddle buddy no matter where you were

the older you got, sleep began avoiding you like a plague unless you had kee by your side. it was such a problem that he lived with you in every way but by name, having his own side of the bed and a good chunk of his clothes in your dresser

when he went on the quest for erebor with his brother and uncle, your insomnia returned with a vengeance that rivaled the angriest dwarf

reuniting with kíli in erebor was what kept you energized once everyone heard the news, your body running on willpower and dís’s mothering

when he saw you for the first time in the newly reclaimed kingdom he was concerned. he told thorin in no uncertain terms that he’d be spending the next few days helping you find the rest you’ve been so desperately missing

if there were confessions of love and kisses and beads exchanged between the naps, no one needed to know

dwalin 🪓

the best way he knows how to help someone sleep is through physical exertion. as a seasoned warrior, he knows with absolute certainty that waving hefty weapons around for long enough will get anyone an immediate audience with the sandman

when he feels you tossing and turning in bed, he’ll coax you out to the training grounds and spar with you until your eyelids begin to droop and your stance gets sloppy

you’ll be dead on your feet as your husband scoops you into his arms, silently carrying you back to your rooms with a fond smile (the smile is for you, his signature glare is for the guards under his command daring them to say anything disparaging about you)

laying you on the bed, his callused hands remove your clothing piece by piece, massaging your muscles as he works your tunic over your head and trousers down your legs

a soft nightgown is eased over your head before he bundles you up in the blankets. he joins you and simply runs his hands along your skin soothingly

it doesn’t matter what time it is, if dwalin can help you find rest, he will do whatever he has to do

bofur ⛏️

either bofur doesn’t see how some of the other miners stare at him, or he simply doesn’t give a flying fuck

most nights while he works, you’ll be found in a smallish rolling bed nearby where he’s working. you’re not always sleeping, sometimes simply resting or reading a book while you wait for your dwarf

it was an idea bifur had when bofur lamented to his brother about your discomfort and lack of genuine rest, and it helped a lot

there are occasional breaks in his work, bofur always taking a moment to kiss you sweetly and relay some of the fresh miner’s gossip (honestly, they rival the midwives with how much they talk)

when bofur is free from his duties, he’ll rouse you from whatever state you’re in and guide you back home with a steady hand and a smile

as you walk, he’ll update you on all the juicy rumors and drama and only half-finish his stories as you both fall into bed for the night

nothing anyone can say will convince him to not show you how much you are loved and appreciated

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Caught Red-Handed - Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader

Title: Caught Red-Handed

Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader

Additional Characters: Balin and Bilbo

WC: 835

Warnings: Nervousness, awkwardness, some confusion, first meeting, slight angst, Dwalin eats everything, taunting, and overall fluff

It was night, and you and your cousin Bilbo were getting ready to eat supper. He had made a delicious meal, and you were starving. You were just about to dig in when there was a jingle from his door. You both paused, staring in the general direction of the door with furrowed gazes.

"Are you expecting anyone, Bilbo?" You asked as Bilbo stood, shaking his head.

"Not anyone I can recall." He spoke before leaving the room. You pursed your lips as to stare off to where he had left, before hearing Bilbo speaking to someone. You stood, confused and curious, slipping out of the kitchen to the hallway, peeking around the side of the wall to spot Bilbo with a Dwarf? What was a Dwarf doing here?

"Supper. He said that there'd be food. And lots of it." The Dwarf spoke with his gruff voice, tossing his furs into Bilbo's arms and leaving the room.

"He- He said... Who said?" Bilbo tried to ask, but the Dwarf was already gone.

You wandered over, crossing your arms as you looked toward your cousin, "I didn't know you had friends." You taunted lightly as Bilbo swiftly turned to look at you, with slightly narrowed eyes.

"You know I have friends, Y/N." Bilbo spoke defiantly, "Now, if you'll excuse me." He spoke, passing the furs to you before rushing to the kitchen.

You huffed, adjusting the heavy furs in your arms before tossing them on top of the old trunk in the corner. Curious about the man you heard was called Dwalin, you followed your cousin, peering out behind the wall once more to watch Bilbo watch Dwalin eat. You yourself stared at the Dwarf, curious and yet also slightly annoyed that he was eating your poor cousin's food, and yours.

Bilbo watched as Dwalin ate his supper before the Dwarf asked for more. Bilbo grabbed a piece of bread before handing the rest of the biscuits to Dwalin, who immediately stuffed his face with the bready treat.

"It's... Just that, uh... I wasn't expecting company."

Before either of them could say anything more, the doorbell jingled again, and Bilbo's eyes widened slightly.

"That'll be the door," Dwalin spoke ominously, as Bilbo sighed and walked over.

Before he could answer the door though, you had already done so, revealing yet another Dwarf. Bilbo saddled up beside you as you greeted the Dwarf with a smile.

"Balin." He then bowed, his arms stretched, "At your service."

You giggled lightly, "My name is Y/N. At yours. And this is Bilbo." You spoke before sharply nudging Bilbo in the side.

"Good evening."

Balin nodded, looking up at the sky, "Yes, yes it is." Before he enters with a slight frown. "Though I think it might rain later. Am I late?"

Bilbo tilted his head slightly, "Late for what?"

Before Balin turned his head and let out an 'Oh!' You turned alongside Bilbo, watching Dwalin had his hand in the cookie jar. Finally, your eye met his, he stared at you briefly before he greeted Balin; his hand was still stuck in the jar. After their... To you, an odd but cute greeting, Balin continued to speak to Bilbo, as you walked over to Dwalin, who tried to get his hand out of the cookie jar. Jiggling his large hand, the jar was completely stuck around his hand. As you neared him, he glanced up at you, before trying to pull his hand out more aggressively. You tutted, placing a hand on Dwalin's arm, stopping him before placing your hands on the jar, tilting it slightly before sharply pulling down; the jar popping off of his hand instantly.

Dwalin looked at you intensely, as you glanced up at him with a smile before taking out a cookie from the jar and handing it to him. "Here," You stated simply, holding the cookie, offering it to Dwalin, "These are my favorite." You grinned brightly.

The Dwarf stared at you incredulously, as you held your hand out, palm up expectantly. His gaze shifted to your hand before looking back at you, before finally taking the cookie; his large fingers brushing your palm delicately. You felt yourself blush as Dwalin bit into the small sweet treat, as you looked away, a small smile on your face.

"Thank you, lass," He spoke, causing you to look at him once more, "Your mate makes good cookies."

You covered your mouth as you laughed, shaking your head as Dwalin titled his head slightly, "Bilbo's not my mate, he's my cousin."

Dwalin narrowed his eyes as he tried to slow his racing heart, "Oh."

"My name is Y/N, by the way."

Dwalin muttered his name back, after he ate the last bite of his snack, he gave you an awkward nod and bid you farewell, making his way out of the living room and into the pantry. Your grin remained as you watched him leave, instantly intrigued by the Dwarf; your own curiosity sparked.

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jlbilu · 10 months

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Chapters: 45/? Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Thorin/Reader, Fíli/Reader, Kíli/Reader, Dwalin/Reader, Bofur/Reader, Nori/Reader, Bilbo/Reader, Ori/Reader, Reader/Smaug Characters: Reader, Thorin Oakenshield, Kíli, Fíli, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Dori, Ori - Character, Balin, Óin, Glóin, Bifur, Bombur

Summary:

Random oneshots in which you the reader are paired with many dwarfs, and a hobbit on occasion. Some will be fluffy, others will be steamy. But a good time will be had by all!

*Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or you*

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I particulary like chapter 23...

#the hobbit #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fanfic #Thorin/Reader #Fíli/Reader #Kíli/Reader #Dwalin/Reader #Bofur/Reader #Nori/Reader #Bilbo/Reader #Ori/Reader #Thorin Oakenshield #Kíli #Fíli #Dwalin #Balin #Bilbo Baggins #Thorin x reader #Thorin x you

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fili-urzudel · 5 months

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Fifty(-One) Follower Celebration

Oh my goodness, 50 followers?! Thank you so much! I never expected this blog to get too much attention and the fact that fifty of you out there like my writing enough to follow me really means a lot. I am currently working on answering my first request, but I'd love to have more! As a little celebration, here are fifty-one prompts I've come up with (and a few I borrowed with credit).

Guidelines:

Can be platonic or romantic--platonic scenarios can involve multiple characters

Will only be PG-13

Any character from LoTR or The Hobbit is fair game, but for romantic scenarios I prefer male characters

Don't be afraid to combine prompts!

Physical Affection

1. Hugs that last a little longer than they should

2. Palm kisses

3. Hair ruffling

4. Play wrestling

5. Hair washing

6. Cuddling in hot weather

7. Sleeping in a dog pile

8. Pinky holding

9. Forehead touches (please please request this one)

10. Piggyback rides

11. Kicking each other

12. Dancing

13. Sitting together/saving seats

14. Hand holding

15. Sharing a blanket (potentially violent)

Dialogue prompts

16. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep after that."

17. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"

18. "You always end up looking like you're going to fall asleep when I play with your hair." / "Yeah, it's relaxing." (These first three were from a post by @thelonelyempath)

20. "Don't you know who I am?" or "I don't even know who you are."

19. "I can't sleep without you next to me." (I've seen ones like this before, but I think the concept with other characters would be quite interesting)

21. "What do you have behind your back?"

Activity Prompts

22. "Is it so hard to believe that I genuinely want to hear what you think?"

23. Friendly breaking and entering

24. Shopping together

25. Teasing over fears/phobias

26. Crafting together

27. Taming feral cats/other animals

28. Pajama party

29. Battle training

30. Tree climbing

31. Stargazing

32. Swimming (lessons?)

33. Fake proposal

34. Walking into the wrong tent/room

35. Board/card/road trip games

36. The iconic trapped in a snowstorm

37. Getting matching tattoos/jewelry

38. Cooking together

39. Playing instruments

40. Staring contest

Meet-cute Prompts

41. Considerably less friendly breaking and entering

42. Not having enough money to cover the bill

43. New horse rider is Bad at riding horses

44. In need of medical attention

45. Boots are falling apart (reader is a cobbler)

46. Weapons are dull (reader is a blacksmith)

47. Stealing food from a field

48. I work retail and begged Gandalf to let me come along on an adventure

49. Throwing rocks into a body of water and didn't notice until too late that there's a boat

50. Need a fake partner immediately

51. I'm an artist you hired to do a mural/mosaic/stained glass window

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middleearthpixie · 1 year

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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.”

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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.

#The Hobbit #Dwalin #Dwalin Fundinson #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #AU #Dwalin Fic #Is it hot in here?#Dwalin x reader #Dwalin short fic #modern au #garage au #stay tuned #more to come

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soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 1 year

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The Hobbit x baby elf reader (both male and female versions.)

Age: newborn after the eagles saved them from Azog the Company meets one of the greatest treasures in Middle Earth who happens to be the prince/princess of a rare species of elves.

These are fanfics from my old wattpad account I had trouble with the verification process it won’t let me comment, post or reply so I had to delete it but I managed to start a new with tumblr I saved my fanfics from my old wattpad on the notes app.

Male version:

No one's POV:

The company of Thorin Oakenshield had continued their Journey to Erebor after Thorin had recovered from his injuries. As they are in an open field they are shocked to find what appeared to be a battle field, dead orcs, wargs and elves with normal and unusual hair colors. From the looks of it there were no survivors that is to the eyes of men.

They began picking up the bodies to bury the elves so they can be put to rest but doing so the sound of crying is heard, Bilbo walks over to the dead couple a she elf with silver hair and a fair complexion, holding her protectively was a male elf he assumes is her husband with midnight blue hair and a tan complexion. the crying seems to be coming from them, when he got closer he saw something moving through the she elf's arms "Ohh my." He said gently moving her arms to reveal a bundle of white blanket.

Bilbo managed to remove the bundle from the corpse but when he did so the crying got louder. He moved the blanket reveling to his, the dwarves and Gandalf's surprise a baby elf! A male elf to be precise he looked just like the male they assume was his father but his hair faded to pastel blue at the tips. When Bilbo held him the little boy opened his eyes to reveal that he had two different eye colors, one eye was the color of starlight while the other was the color of amethyst. Thorin was enhanced by those eyes that held so much innocence and curiosity within them. He was a sucker for children and he had heard that elves couldn't reproduce very often like dwarves and that they are very protective of their young like dwarves "By my beard! Your a pretty thing aren't you little one?." Gandalf asked picking up the child who was looking around in curiosity "We should take him with us." Thorin said "Even thought he's an elf he's just a child who just lost he's family." Dwalin said placing a hand on the elflings head earning a squeal from him "What's that on his wee neck?" Ori asked. Gandalf saw a gorgeous silver crescent moon necklace with a sapphire around the boys neck and gasped "A pendant of power. You are the prince of the moonlight elves my boy." Gandalf said holding the boy protectively making the dwarves gasp "I thought they disappeared centuries ago after the war in the first age." Balin said eyeing the necklace around the child's neck "The boy is more special then I thought." Dori said "I think the boy has a name though. Look at his blanket." Oin said pointing to the blanket. Thorin took the corner of the blanket to see a name Y/N engraved in F/C threading "Y/N I like it." Bilbo said smiling fondly at the elfling.

Not wanting to waist anymore time the company continue their journey to Erebor with their newest addition in Gandalf's arms. The boy was a true angel, he slept the whole night, he was only fussy if he was hungry, needed a change or a nap but he seems to have a severe trauma with orcs after they killed his parents and the guards with them when they saw Orcs on the cliff side.

After they arrived at Beorn's home Y/N seemed to be fond of the skin changer dual to his size "Hello little fawn." Beorn said gently holding Y/N who was squealing from the butterfly on his little nose "Your very energetic Y/N." Beorn said letting out a deep chuckle. The company arrived to Mirkwood in order to get to Erebor but they had to stay on the path. Fili, Kili and Ori were watching Y/N with Fili holding him while the two brothers and youngest dwarf made you laugh.

All was peaceful until the spiders attacked.

Thorin held you protectively after Bilbo cut them all free but Bilbo was no where in sight anymore like he just disappeared and all Morgoth fell lose when the woodland elves came and killed the rest of the spiders and take them in for questioning "My prince they have a child!" one of the elves said taking you from Thorin "What are you doing with a child filth?" The blond asked taking you into his arms! When he did he removed the blanket to see to his surprise that your an elfling "DID YOU KIDNAPPED THIS CHILD?" He shouted to the dwarves upsetting you "Legolas please." A she elf with red hair said "I'm sorry little one." Legolas said gently cradling you thus calming you down "We shall move out." Legolas said carrying you "You have beautiful eyes little one." Legolas said "Look at his hair." A black haired elf said pointing to your midnight blue fading to pastel blue hair making Legolas look at it as well "So unusual." He said running his fingers through your hair while you just poked his cheek in curiosity like the innocent little bean you are "HE'S SO CUTE." A she elf gushed at you making you giggle at the attention you where receiving earning chuckles from the adult elves.

When you reached Mirkwood palace

you received more attention although you didn't like to many eyes on you so you whimpered "What's wrong little one?" Legolas asked hearing and seeing your discomfort "Oh it's ok little brother." He said with a smile 'I hope Ada will be gentle with him.' Legolas thinks to himself walking to the throne room after his father finished interrogating Thorin Oakenshield. Legolas stops in front of massive double doors with two guards blocking them, upon seeing him the guards bowed and opened the door for him. Once he was inside the Throne room Legolas sees his father. King Thranduil sitting on his throne with his signature bored expression until he saw you in his sons arms "That child." Thranduil said in awe getting up from his throne and slowly walking towards you and Legolas. He gently placed his hand on your head making you giggle from how big his hand is compared to your little head earning a small smile from the king as he gently took you from the prince "Where did you come from little one." He asked looking into your starlight silver and amethyst purple eyes until his eyes landed on your necklace "You are of the moonlight elves." He said holding it in his palm as you cooed at him until a growl came from your stomach making you whimper once again "Ohh don't cry little brother." Legolas said while a maid came in with a glass bottle of elks Milk in hand.

Thranduil takes the bottle and begins feeding you then burps you.

With your stomach full you fell asleep in the kings warm arms making him smile warmly at how tiny you are in his arms "Good night little star." He said gently kissing your head as he watches you close your eyes with a little squeak.

The next morning Bilbo managed to free the dwarves and grab you without the elves seeing him with help from his lucky (cursed) ring of course.

Long story short in Laketown Bard and his children love you, When Smaug attacked Sigrid held you the whole time, during the battle of the Five Armies you stayed with the Bardlings, after the battle everyone survives and makes peace, Thranduil adopts you as his new son after Legolas heads out to find Strider, Thorin and Thranduil mended the alliance between Elves and dwarves and as for you. You became the new prince of Mirkwood after Thranduil adopted you and everyone is wrapped around you chubby little finger.

Female Version.

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Bilbo managed to remove the bundle from the corpse but when he did so the crying got louder. He moved the blanket reveling to his, the dwarves and Gandalf's surprise a baby elf! A female elf to be precise she looked just like the female who they assumed was her mother but with her father’s hair and skin and her hair faded to pastel blue at the tips. When Bilbo held her the little girl opened her eyes to reveal that she had two different eye colors, one eye was the color of starlight while the other was the color of amethyst. Thorin was enhanced by those eyes that held so much innocence and curiosity within them. He was a sucker for children and he had heard that elves couldn't reproduce very often like dwarves and that they are very protective of their young like dwarves "By my beard! Your a pretty thing aren't you little one?." Gandalf asked picking up the child who was looking around in curiosity "We should take her with us." Thorin said "Even thought she's an elf she's just a child who just lost her family." Dwalin said placing a hand on the elflings head earning a squeal from her "What's that on her wee neck?" Ori asked. Gandalf saw a gorgeous silver crescent moon necklace with a sapphire around the girls neck and gasped "A pendant of power. You are the princess of the moonlight elves my girl." Gandalf said holding the girl protectively making the dwarves gasp "I thought they disappeared centuries ago after the war in the first age." Balin said eyeing the necklace around the child's neck "The girl is more special then I thought." Dori said "I think the girl has a name though. Look at her blanket." Oin said pointing to the blanket. Thorin took the corner of the blanket to see a name Y/N engraved in F/C threading "Y/N I like it." Bilbo said smiling fondly at the elfling.

Not wanting to waist anymore time the company continue their journey to Erebor with their newest addition in Gandalf's arms. The girl was a true angel, she slept the whole night, she was only fussy if she was hungry, needed a change or a nap but she seems to have a severe trauma with orcs after they killed her parents and the guards with them when they saw Orcs on the cliff side.

After they arrived at Beorn's home Y/N seemed to be fond of the skin changer dual to his size "Hello little fawn." Beorn said gently holding Y/N who was squealing from the butterfly on her little nose "Your very energetic Y/N." Beorn said letting out a deep chuckle. The company arrived to Mirkwood in order to get to Erebor but they had to stay on the path. Fili, Kili and Ori were watching Y/N with Fili holding her while the two brothers and youngest dwarf made you laugh.

All was peaceful until the spiders attacked.

Thorin held you protectively after Bilbo cut them all free but Bilbo was no where in sight anymore like he just disappeared and all Morgoth fell lose when the woodland elves came and killed the rest of the spiders and take them in for questioning "My prince they have a child!" one of the elves said taking you from Thorin "What are you doing with a child filth?" The blond asked taking you into his arms! When he did he removed the blanket to see to his surprise that your an elfling "DID YOU KIDNAPPED THIS CHILD?" He shouted to the dwarves upsetting you "Legolas please." A she elf with red hair said "I'm sorry little one." Legolas said gently cradling you thus calming you down "We shall move out." Legolas said carrying you "You have beautiful eyes little one." Legolas said "Look at her hair." A black haired elf said pointing to your midnight blue fading to pastel blue hair making Legolas look at it as well "So unusual." He said running his fingers through your hair while you just poked his cheek in curiosity like the innocent little bean you are "SHE'S SO CUTE." A she elf gushed at you making you giggle at the attention you where receiving earning chuckles from the adult elves.

When you reached Mirkwood palace

you received more attention although you didn't like to many eyes on you so you whimpered "What's wrong little one?" Legolas asked hearing and seeing your discomfort "Oh it's ok little sister." He said with a smile 'I hope Ada will be gentle with her.' Legolas thinks to himself walking to the throne room after his father finished interrogating Thorin Oakenshield. Legolas stops in front of massive double doors with two guards blocking them, upon seeing him the guards bowed and opened the door for him. Once he was inside the Throne room Legolas sees his father. King Thranduil sitting on his throne with his signature bored expression until he saw you in his sons arms "That child." Thranduil said in awe getting up from his throne and slowly walking towards you and Legolas. He gently placed his hand on your head making you giggle from how big his hand is compared to your little head earning a small smile from the king as he gently took you from the prince "Where did you come from little one." He asked looking into your starlight silver and amethyst purple eyes until his eyes landed on your necklace "You are of the moonlight elves." He said holding it in his palm as you cooed at him until a growl came from your stomach making you whimper once again "Ohh don't cry little sister." Legolas said while a maid came in with a glass bottle of elks Milk in hand.

Thranduil takes the bottle and begins feeding you then burps you.

The next morning Bilbo managed to free the dwarves and grab you without the elves seeing him with help from his lucky (cursed) ring of course.

Long story short in Laketown Bard and his children love you, When Smaug attacked Sigrid held you the whole time, during the battle of the Five Armies you stayed with the Bardlings, after the battle everyone survives and makes peace, Thranduil adopts you as his new daughter after Legolas heads out to find Strider, Thorin and Thranduil mended the alliance between Elves and dwarves and as for you. You became the new princess of Mirkwood after Thranduil adopted you and everyone is wrapped around you chubby little finger.

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