#Fili fic

[lathalea]

Please, Fili x reader, Perfect proposal :) Thank you!

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Relationships: Fili x Reader

Rating: G

Warnings: none

✨ Perfect Proposal ✨

Fíli looked into the mirror and gave his moustache a nervous tug. There was not even a single wrinkle on the festive clothes he wore, his hair was freshly braided and adorned with beads and yet his face seemed uncharacteristically pale. He swallowed. It was finally going to happen today, after so much waiting, after years of pining for you in secret, and—what was most important—after surviving the Quest. Now Erebor was reclaimed and he was finally able to speak of his feelings and ask you to marry him. Fíli dreamed of the moment when he would be allowed to call you his wife… if you agreed to his proposal, that is.

His stomach decided to tie itself into a knot and Fíli realized that he was even more terrified—no, warriors never got terrified!—he was even more nervous than before the Battle of Five Armies began. What was worse, at the very moment when he imagined your lovely face, your smile, and the way your soft lips parted, saying “yes”, every single word of his well-rehearsed speech seemed to have disappeared from his mind. 

Muttering a swearword under his breath, Fíli left his chambers. A breath of fresh air was all he needed to clear his head. He was a prince, after all, and he would act like one. He only needed to find his composure. There was still some time until he was going to meet you for dinner in the Royal Wing. Everything was prepared, the music, the atmosphere, the candles, the food... It just had to be perfect. He had to make it happen. But now, Fíli needed a few moments to himself, and he had to be quick about it. Hurriedly, he directed his steps towards one of the outer terraces of the Lonely Mountain. 

As he strode ahead, barely registering the surroundings, his mind focused on recalling the speech he was about to make, something thudded against his chest.

“Ouch!” a familiar voice reached his ears. Your voice.

“Gamzûna! What are you doing here?!” Fíli used the moniker you gained after one of the orc attacks during the Quest. It meant “fierce lady”. He looked straight into your eyes, smiling.

“I’m so very sorry, Fíli! I mean, I didn’t…” you started, trying to catch your breath. At that very moment you both realized something. You stood very, very close to Fíli, your hands placed against his hard chest, his arms wrapped around you. He must have instinctively embraced you at the very moment you bumped into him.

“It looks like you have been in a hurry,” he murmured with that alluring smile of his. His arms were still around you, holding you close. Fíli was not letting you go. You tried not to think of what would happen if someone saw you embracing in the middle of a public corridor, his face so close to yours.

“I was seeing Princess Dís and realized what time it was, and I wanted to be quick so that I wouldn’t be late for…” your voice trembled. “For the dinner you invited me to.”

“You are here and I am here too. It seems that we have plenty of time to reach the dining hall, don’t you think?” Fíli winked playfully. “By the way, you look stunning tonight.”

The smile you gave him in return was barely visible.

“Thank you. Since this is going to be our last evening together, I thought…” you cleared your throat, looking away and pulling at one of the intricate laces of your elegant bottle-green dress.

“What are you talking about, Gamzûna?! Last evening? Are you going somewhere?!” Fíli’s eyes widened. He was so close to telling you about everything he felt for you! That couldn’t be happening!

“It seems so,” you took a deep breath. You dreaded every single word of what you were about to say, but it needed to be done. There was that old saying, If you love someone, set them free–right?

“Please, tell me that you are joking! You can’t go!” Fíli protested. His embrace became even tighter.

“It will be for the best. You’ll see. Until today, I had hoped that tonight…” you tried not to sob and shook your head instead. “I like you, Fíli. I really do. And we grew closer during the Quest, all those evenings together, all the dangers we survived… I felt the bond between us was special. You were always so good to me, so caring. I don’t know when exactly I understood what I felt for you, but tonight I wanted to tell you… Well, it doesn’t matter now any more, does it? No, please, let me finish. Today at breakfast Balin say that you needed a wife now, someone worthy of you. And Bofur added this had to be someone who made you smile. Dwalin kept on saying how you admired women who were fearless warriors. And then Kili told me that a beautiful lady stole your heart a long time ago and that it was time you proposed to her. Ori even wanted to show me her picture but then Thorin told everyone to stop prattling. Fíli, it is time for me to return to my old life in the Blue Mountains. I will not stand in the way of your happiness, but I wanted to have this last evening with you. For old times’ sake.”

Fíli’s heart beat strong and fast under his tunic. His brow furrowed. His eyes searched your face in silence.

“I’m going to kill every single last of them!” He finally huffed.

Your jaw dropped. That was the last thing you expected him to say.

“Fíli…?”

“Yes. I’m going to strangle Balin! Then I’m going to cook Bofur in a stew! And I’ll throw Dwalin from the rampart!”

“Fíli! What are you talking about?!” 

“ I’ll feed every single one of them to the mountain trolls! And I’ll drop an avalanche right on the top of my brother’s stupid head! That lulkh! And Ori…”

“Please, Fíli! Could you at least let me go?”

“No! You are not going anywhere!” Sparks of anger glinted in his eyes as he covered your hands with his. His voice softened. “Gamzûna, will you tell me now what you wanted to tell me tonight? I would very much like to hear it.”

“There’s nothing I can tell you,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze. “You are supposed to marry that beautiful lady of yours, remember?” 

Fíli was now holding your hands in his. His skin was as warm as sun on midday. And his radiant smile was back on his lips, his moustache beads clinking as he tilted his head.

“Aye, it seems that the cat is out of the bag now,” he chuckled, making you frown. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Come. See for yourself,” he held your hand and pulled you gently after him, down the corridor. “There is a lady whom I want to marry. She makes me smile and she is one of the fiercest warriors I know. And she captured my heart on the day I met her. This is her.”

As he spoke, he turned you around until you faced one of the stone walls of the corridor. This particular wall was covered with a large mirror in a golden frame.

You were looking at your own reflection.

“What are you saying, Fíli?” your eyes met the reflection of his silver-blue gaze.

“I love you, Gamzûna,” he murmured, stepping to face you, his voice laced with tenderness. “Was that what you wanted to tell me too?”

“I’m afraid not,” you replied.

“Oh…” Fíli’s smile faded away.

Now it was your time to chuckle and hold his hands in yours. 

“I wanted to ask you whether you would do me the honour of becoming my husband, Fíli, son of Dís.”

“Gamzûna…” Slowly, reverently Fíli cradled your face with his palms as his lips hovered over yours. “You are perfect.”

“Does that mean ‘yes’?” you whispered, brushing your nose against his.

“Guess,” his hot breath fanned your skin a moment before your lips met but you already knew the answer.

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[blairsanne]

Blankets

For the Deano Bingo 2022 event!

Prompts: Fili + Blankets + The Belly™️

The Hobbit - Fili & Reader 2756 words

Summary: You accompany Fili on a trip to a nearby town of Men, but the inclement weather forces you to spend the night together at an inn. (Only one bed trope.)

CW: Kissing. No smut.

The rain that night was relentless.

It bit at your skin and had seeped through every layer of clothing until you felt the cold in your very bones.

Fili led you down the cobble road to an inn, the sight of his lantern keeping you from falling behind as you felt your limbs protest all movement.

You had traveled together from Erebor to deliver a custom project he had designed, but the inclement weather had delayed you significantly, and you’d have to spend the night in the strange town and meet his client in the morning.

You had spent the last several hours of wet travel cursing your luck. This was likely to be the last excursion you’d get to take with your friend, if the rumors were true about Thorin pushing Fili to wed a certain noble dam in Erebor. Surely a wedded dwarf would not take some other dam on journeys such as this, even if you had been friends for years. It would seem disloyal, and there would be rumors about what the two of you were to each other.

Not that there weren’t already. And not that you didn’t secretly wish them to be true.

You’d missed him terribly and worried over his safety while he was on the quest, and when you’d received a letter from him asking you to come to Erebor, you’d not hesitated. From the moment you saw him again then, you’d felt a change in your heart. He’d always been kind and handsome, but now it made you want something more from him.

Now when you looked up into his impossibly blue eyes, studied his calloused hands, and watched his lips make his mustache braids dance, it wasn’t enough; you wanted them on you.

But you were just friends.

Fili deserved to keep your friendship, not to have yet another dam fawning over him now that he was ‘someone important’. He complained often about the dams under the mountain, and your worst fear was becoming one of those admirers he despised. That he might think you only had an interest in him that way because of his position and not the close relationship you’d had even before his quest.

He pushed open the door of the inn, and you followed him into the warm interior.

It was a cozy place, despite how spacious the pub area on the ground floor was. The air was warm with the smells of various meals and baked goods, as well as ale that must have been served abundantly earlier in the night. The walls and ceiling were decorated with large wooden beams with all manner of carvings in them, and you got the sense that someone had put a lot of care into decorating the place despite it being in a town of mostly Men; the sort of craftsmanship you’d expect from a dwarf or an elf, maybe.

An old man sat hunched over a desk near a staircase to the upper floor. “Fine weather we’re having, eh?” he commiserated.

Fili nodded and approached the desk, both of you leaving puddles on the floor in your wake.

“Two rooms for the night, please.”

The old man behind the counter winced and clucked his tongue. “We’ve only the one left, I’m afraid.”

You heard exhaustion in Fili’s sigh.

“Oh, but it’s our best one,” the man croaked on, trying not to lose the business. “Nice big bed and the hearth will warm ya.”

“How much?”

The innkeeper named a price and Fili placed twice that amount on the counter without hesitation. “If you have towels and extra bedding to spare we’d sorely appreciate it.”

“Oh, yes, that can certainly be arranged, master dwarf.”

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Soon you were both standing in what, under normal circumstances, you supposed was a very fine room for a couple in an inn at the edge of town.

Despite there being only one bed, it was large enough that it would fit you both, and the innkeeper had provided several towels and some spare sheets and blankets that sat folded atop it.

Fili grabbed a towel and one of the smaller blankets, then stepped over to the table and chairs to pull them closer to the fire. He draped his cloak over the back of one of the chairs and kicked off his boots.

“Take off your wet clothes, we’ll dry them by the fire.”

“Er- right.”

He tilted his head at you, flashing a charming grin that dimpled his cheek. “I’ll turn away. Leave your things in a pile, dry off, and get under the blankets.” Then he turned his back to you to start undressing himself.

Though you did as you were told, you couldn’t help but steal a glance his way as you peeled out of the layers of wet fabric that stuck to your skin. You were struck by the way his back muscles rippled with his movements, his strong arms wasting no time freeing him from his own outfit. You got a flash of his bare behind before he wrapped the blanket around his waist. 

You quickly toweled off, then hopped under the covers to hide your own body - as much from his perceptive eyes as the chill in the air.

You watched him stoke the fire, the orange flames bathing his skin in a golden glow that you thought suited him quite well. The blanket he’d wrapped around his lower body sat just below his slight belly, the only soft spot on his impossibly strong body. You studied the curls of hair that decorated it, and wanted to run your fingers through them, over his skin, and then under the blanket to loose it to the floor.

He added a few more logs before humming in thought. He was sure he’d have to get up sometime in the night to tend to it, but he probably wouldn’t sleep all that soundly anyway in a strange place.

“Have you finished?” he asked, despite assuming you were. It had certainly been long enough, and he’d heard the rustling of the bedding.

“Mmhmm.”

He turned your way, a quiet laugh dimpling his cheeks as he saw you sitting with the blankets pulled up all the way to your neck. Your damp hair was sticking to the side of your face, and he wondered idly if he’d ever seen it in such a state.

He was all ease and confidence as he stepped over to the pile of your garments. “We were lucky they had a room. I was becoming more water than dwarf.”

You forced an appreciative laugh at his joke as he set your things out on the furniture to dry.

“Your hair’s still wet,” he remarked lightly. “You should dry it some more if you can.” “Right.” You took one of the extra towels and did as he suggested, trying not to be obvious as you watched him work.

Fili wrung your long cloak out, leaving a mess on the floor before draping it across one side of the table. “Your cloak barely spared you from the rain. We should get you one of the treated ones like mine for the future.”

You let out a small laugh as you tossed the now-damp towel to the floor, your hair much drier than it had been. “I don’t usually have occasion to need such a thing.”

“Mm, still. For when I drag you out on errands.” He flashed you a slightly apologetic smile as he sauntered over to the bed. “Assuming you’ll come with me again after this mess.”

“No. Seeing as I know you control the weather, I think I shant forgive you.”

His light-hearted laugh made your chest feel tight, and you looked away as he carefully climbed into the bed, leaving as much space as he could between you.

You wanted to join him on that side of the mattress, to use his broad chest as your pillow and drape yourself over his perfect body. You wanted to know what his hands would feel like on your skin. Was he the sort to be rough and possessive in bed, the power of a smith hammering a blade into form? Or patient and meticulous, the dwarf with masterful hands that drew out careful details in his pieces?

You scolded yourself as you curled onto your side, your back to him. It wasn’t fair to him that you thought such scandalous things while he believed you were just a loyal friend.

Fili felt you trembling and turned to face you. “Are you alright?”

“Mm,” you lied. “Just cold.” “Would you like to sit by the fire?” “No, that’s alright. You just got everything set to dry over there.” “I could see if they have any hot meals?” “Not hungry.” “Are you sure? I don’t want you falling ill.”

The genuine concern in his voice made your chest ache even more, the knowledge that he was worried over you both touching and guilt-inducing. “I’ll be fine.” You tensed more and curled into yourself, feeling quite pitiful.

He frowned, knowing you too well to not hear the distress you were trying to hide in your voice. You felt him shifting under the covers, making them move over your skin uncomfortably, and then a sudden warmth met your back.

You hissed an inhale in surprise as you heard Fili mutter something.

“This is bad. You’re like ice.”

You felt his other hand meet your back, warm palms smoothing over your skin in an attempt to warm you up. Then he moved closer, and you were enveloped by his body. 

He was so much warmer than you, it was like being placed in a bath. He kept his arm over the covers, but the heat seeped from his torso as he pressed it against your back, skin on skin down to where his stomach met the pooled blanket still wrapped around his lower body. Its soft fabric pressed against your bottom and you imagined what you knew it was hiding, wondering for a moment if you’d feel his interest through it -- if he’d had any in you.

You screwed your eyes shut. It wasn’t right that your friend was trying to help you, and all you could think about was jumping his bones. He deserved better.

“Fili?” You turned to face him, pushing your cold hands against his furry chest to keep distance between you in the bed.

“Er-” He cleared his throat, unsure how to take the rejection of his embrace. Perhaps it had been an overstep.

Still, he focused on the main issue at hand, his voice abnormally stern as he drew his other arm under the covers to take both of yours in his. “You need to warm up.”

You were starting to, your heart beating hard in your chest after having his skin on your naked body - even if it was purely practical and you were both hidden out of sight beneath blankets.

“Th-This will be the last time I accompany you,” you began, unsure exactly how to tell him what was weighing on your heart.

“What?” His hand flew to your forehead to feel for fever, concerned you were falling ill faster than he’d anticipated. Did you think you were going to die? “Don’t speak that way. Shall I fetch a healer?”

“No-” You batted his hand away. “No, it’s just- We shouldn’t be traveling alone like this. If someone were to hear… Well, a dwarrow and a dam bare in a bed together, that’s sure to start rumors, and- What would people think?”

He slowly nodded, expression growing dark.

“And one should, er, be respectful of the one they’re set to marry, so… So you see why we shouldn’t do this sort of thing, don’t you?”

Fili licked his lips, taking your concerns much more seriously than you’d expected.

You felt your heart in your throat, unsure if you were going to weep or be sick. Part of you had sort of hoped he’d argue; that of course it was no problem for him to continue to spend time alone with you. That you were important to him, regardless of what others might think… even a wife.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and even. “Then… You are promised to someone?”

You blinked in surprise, then let out a sudden laugh that made your teeth chatter. “Me? No, of course not.” You averted your gaze, expression and voice softening. “But… Lady Thoda, she shouldn’t have to question-”

“Lady Thoda?” Fili’s voice cracked with confusion and slight offense. “What does she have to do with it?”

“Erm… All the mountain says it’s only a matter of time before you announce an engagement to her.”

His nostrils flared. “‘All the mountain’ spends much time speaking on matters they know nothing of.”

You shrank in on yourself again, not used to Fili speaking in such a harsh tone. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He sighed, feeling at a loss.

“Nevermind such trivial things. The gossip in Erebor is puerile. What matters at this moment is that you don’t catch ill.” He rubbed one of his coarse palms up your arm, hoping the friction would help.

“I am a dam, you know,” you muttered, cheeks flush with heat.

At this, Fili’s anger seemed to fade, an amused look in his pale blues as he raised a brow at you. “Yes, I’m aware. What’s gotten into you tonight? You’re acting strange.”

You chewed your lip, unable to meet his gaze. “We’ve been friends for years, but… when you put your hands on me like this, it’s hard to think of you that way.”

You expected him to pull away. To apologize, or else to be alarmed by your admission. Instead, he moved beneath the sheets, still holding your hand with one of his as the other reached around your back to press your bodies against each other.

“Is that all it took? My skin on yours?” His voice was a mixture of disbelief and amusement, and you thought he might laugh at you.

You tensed in his hold despite having imagined it many times. “Are you mocking me?”

“Not at all. I’ve been trying for months, but it seemed to me you had no interest in being more than a friend.” “I… What?” “Why do you think I asked you to come to Erebor?”

“I don’t know, I- I just thought you’d missed me.” “I did.”

He pulled back to look you in the eye. “I hated being apart.”

“Me too,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, but when you kissed back, he wanted more. Soon his tongue was meeting yours, and you felt your body thawing even more, your bodies pressed together and hands carefully moving over each other’s skin.

When he finally broke the kiss, both of you catching your breath and sharing a look of surprise and relief, you placed your hand on his chest.

“But what of Lady Thoda?” Fili shrugged, shaking his head. “What of her?”

“Well you- Or, rather, they say that you’ve been meeting with her in private, trying to keep it a secret, but you know how the rumors spread.”

“I have been meeting with her in private, yes.” “Mm.” “To discuss a project she commissioned from me. A sword to be given as a courting gift to the dwarf she intends to wed.” “Oh.” “Rumors are almost always wrong by half. You should have asked me directly.”

You shook your head, averting your gaze. “I just- couldn’t.”

If he’d told you he was courting her, you had been sure you would have somehow given away your true feelings, and lost his friendship. So you’d avoided having anything completely confirmed as long as possible.

He let out a soft hum. “But- From now on, if you hear of something like that… Will you ask me yourself?” “Mm, I suppose.” “I would like to think if we’re going to court, you’ll trust me over the rumors.” “You really- Are you sure, Fili? You want to court me?”

He cupped your face with one hand. “I have never been more certain of anything.”

He kissed you again, moving as he did so to hover over you in the bed, his slightly damp locks falling beside his face and onto your own.

When he broke the kiss, he lingered, nose against yours, to look into your eyes with a lusty look.

“Now, can I warm you up properly?”

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A/N: I am contemplating a smutty part two. Any suggestions from the kink card? ***EDITED TO ADD: Sorry to everyone who read this while the formatting was all messed up! It looked fine when I pasted it into the draft, but I guess it changed the font color and removed a LOT of line breaks. 🙈🙈🙈 Please let me know if I missed anything that should have been fixed by now.***

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Lick It Up | Fili x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ "Lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue"

With fili ❞

: ̗̀➛ You and Fili finally get some alone time.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, hand jobs, oral sex, mattress humping, cum eating (technically), licking, hair pulling.

↳ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY

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You and Fili rarely had any proper time together, thanks to the Company being constantly around and constantly within the distance of hearing and seeing everything going on between you.

It was rather frustrating, if you were to be honest; you both felt quite stifled and suffocated like you were slowly drowning. You needed to break free and to get away from it all, even for just one night.

Fili had very much the same sentiments as you, thankfully, and when the opportunity presented itself for you both to stay the night at an inn, you all but jumped at the chance - even if you did have a feeling that a certain wizard was behind it all.

You didn’t want to think much of it, though, as you did not want to look a gift horse in the mouth after all.

You were more than happy as you flopped down on the bed with a huff, feeling the soft but thick mattress beneath you and the pillows under your head, pulling up the warm blanket so that it sat under your head.

You could only grin as you watched Fili closely, licking your lips when you noticed him begin to unbutton his shirt, every peek of skin only spurring you on even more.

You could already see that his trousers were quite tented, causing need to bubble in your stomach until your hand drifted beneath your trousers, mindlessly toying with yourself as you watched him continue to undress. Eager, and keen.

You wanted to drown in him; his touch and smell and taste. You needed to drown in him, and when he knelt between your spread legs, you very nearly gasped out his name in the form of a long and breathless beg.

Fili dipped his head slightly.

“Can I touch?” His voice came out as a steady and shallow wave, gently lapping at the shore of your skin where you had it exposed slightly, as he waited for you to answer.

You nodded, which earned you a firm and sharp slap to the thigh as well as a growling reminder to use your words and tell him what you wanted. You sucked in a harsh breath, nearly seething.

“Please, please touch me! Fuck me! Anything!”

Fili was happy to oblige, helping you out of your clothes with an eager but steady hand before he laid down between your legs and grinned at just how fucking aroused you were for him already; immediately, he began to work you over with his hand and his mouth, desperate for you.

He reached down, starting to stroke himself in tandem as you squirmed and moaned softly, starting to get lost in the waves. He picked up his pace, all but starting to fuck his hand into the mattress beneath him as you drowned him in soft gasps and moans.

“Fili! Fili! Don’t stop! Please! Don’t stop!”

Fuck, did he love to hear you beg for him; he wanted to make you call out for him until your voice went hoarse and raw, unable to make even the slightest of noises anymore.

He wanted to make you drool until your mouth went dry and sticky and your tongue seemed coarse and rough. He wanted to make you get rid of and lose all your frustrations and desperation and needs. He needed to feel you cum for him, he needed it so badly he couldn’t even find the words to properly admit it.

He yearned for it, and when he felt you begin to buck and roll your hips against him, practically rutting as you sought out every little bit of friction and movement, he took his hand away from his cock and used it to pin your waist down.

With complete control over you, Fili started to hump the mattress, only stopping for a split second to grin and moan when you grabbed his hair until your knuckles made a loud clicking noise. 

“Please! Please! I’m so close!”

You could feel your thighs start to shake as you pulled your knees up, your toes curling as you panted out your little begs and whines heavily; your heart pounded against your ribs, about to escape as you did your best to push your hips up and seek out more friction. Anything to get you over the edge.

Your grip on his hair grew harder, tugging it as you moaned his name loudly. Fili didn’t want to waste a single second as he quickly and eagerly doubled down his efforts, knowing that the scratch of his thick and coarse and rough bears as well as the grumbling noises he made went right through you and pushed you further underwater.

It wasn’t long before you came on his hand and in his mouth, which made him grin as he loomed over you and hummed softly.

“Do you want to lick it off my fingers, taste it on my tongue?” He asked with a breathlessly gravelly tone. 

“Yes,” you breathed out.

He sat between your legs, watching with a transfixed gaze as you ran your tongue up and down each finger before going between them and, at last, sucking them; able to taste nothing but yourself on his skin as you bucked your hips gently, already starting to get going yet again. 

“Come here and kiss me,” he smiled, grabbing your jaw as he kissed you hard, making sure to run his tongue against yours so that you could taste and feel your own cum mixed with his spit.

Your hands went to his hair as you moved to sit on his lap, grunting softly under your breath when he grabbed your ass tightly and as harshly as he could. But you were so eager when you pulled away, your gaze hungry as you looked at his big, fat, hard cock. 

“Can I return the favour?” You asked with a soft whisper. 

Fili nodded as he tried to bite back his grin, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “Please do.” 

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[laurfilijames]

Spark To A Flame

Part 2

Part 1

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 6,512

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Mentions of injuries. Unprotected intercourse. Slight breeding kink. Cum play.

Summary: With the threat of another attack looming closely, Fili defies Thorin's orders, resulting in an argument between them and Fili to go in search of the ponies, as well as a quiet moment with you.

A/N: I've wanted to write a spat between Thorin and Fili for a while. They are equally as stubborn here and ironically both in the wrong, and are far too proud to realize it.

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It was impossible to sleep despite how tired and achy your body was; staring into Fili's cerulean eyes as he laid across from you taking precedence over giving into the rest your bruised limbs craved since the accident.

"I'm sorry," Fili whispered, his brow furrowing slightly as he reached his hand that wasn't tucked up under his head to touch your soft cheek.

"For what?" you questioned, unsure what he could possibly be sorry for.

He shrugged his shoulder that wasn't propping him up, his features scrunching up as he began to think of how to explain himself.

"For waiting this long to admit how I feel for you." He blew out a long sigh. "What if I had lost you before you knew?"

"But you didn't, Fili," you assured. "I'm right here, as is everyone else." You reached forward and brushed a stray curl from his face, giving him a gentle smile. "As far as I'm concerned we have all the time in the world, but I don't mind making up for what we wasted."

He chuckled lightly as you leaned over to kiss his lips, unable to feel satisfied with the amount you already had kissed them, your hand carding up his chest that radiated warmth onto your palm.

His thumb smoothed back and forth on your cheek, and when you slowed your kiss to a stop, he looked at you with concern.

"You're cold."

"Hmm, a little," you confirmed, having opted for more privacy over warmth when it came to choosing your sleeping location.

"C'mere," he cooed, tugging you closer to his bare chest where you happily nestled your face into it. You slipped your arm over his waist, letting your fingers travel languidly up and down his back, and through your touch it seemed more heat poured from his skin, his chest rising and falling deeply with breaths you assumed were controlling the latent, but quickly increasing want within him.

In return, his hands began their exploration of your body, slowly teasing the hem of your thin tunic further up your midsection, his palms emitting heat onto your freshly exposed skin wherever they landed.

Fili met your lips tentatively first - like he knew as soon as he tasted you on his tongue he would no longer be able to control what he was forcing himself to keep suppressed - only to increase his demand over your mouth the moment a breathy moan passed your parted lips.

His heavy body rolled on top of yours to guide you onto your back, his vast thigh landing between yours, and with one sweeping motion of his knee against the inside of your leg, Fili parted them to allow space for him to settle against you.

With a forceful grip on your chin, Fili clutched your jawline with his thumb and finger while his tongue filled your mouth and rolled against yours the same time his hips ground at your center. Your nails tore at his back, clawing for reprieve from this tormenting ache you were starting to realize was more a risk of death than any explosion or orc ambush was.

His hand loosened its hold on your jaw, trailing slowly but with enough pressure to assure you he had complete control over you, down your neck that drummed with a frantic pulse, all while his kiss became more furious and his hips pressed harder on yours.

You knew your skin would be raw and tender from the assault he put on it with his beard; the scruff hairs scratching you with every movement, causing heat to spring to the surface where he abraded your sensitive flesh, his face moving south to your chest where you pressed it up to meet him with the arch of your back.

Fili growled, the sound of one of his kin snoring loudly nearby disrupting his lusty inebriation, and with a heavy sigh he peered down at you ferociously, his blue eyes steely with a passion that made your heart rate pick up speed.

His mouth flew back to your neck with a silent vow to ignore your surroundings, his lips sucking and tongue licking in an effort to capture your taste, the absence of his mouth on yours allowing you to breathe out a suppressed whine that you struggled to keep quiet.

The salty sweetness of your skin made his mouth water, intoxicating him in a way he knew would be hard to sober from and would seek again and again, no amount of ale or pipeweed able to sate him like you did.

Dragging his teeth down your neck to scratch over the thin skin covering your collarbone, Fili continued his pursuit, and landing on your peaked nipple that revealed itself through your tunic, he sucked on it harshly, pulling it into his mouth with his talented lips to make it harden even more.

A cry slipped from you, the noise followed by Dwalin snorting loudly after likely being woken briefly from your disruption, forcing Fili to pause his efforts.

He glanced behind him, watching his comrade turn in his bedroll, his beast-like snores beginning again immediately.

Not having forgotten what he was doing, Fili latched onto your other nipple, soaking this side of your shirt with his saliva, the abandoned one left to the elements as the cold air clung to the wet material to keep it painfully raised. His hand replaced his mouth, instead adjusting himself to kiss you to help muffle your soft whimpering which only became heightened as he continued his exploration of your body, the hardness between his legs rolling and pressing into you expertly.

Growling against your lips, he gripped your breast with barely-contained barbarity before slipping it down your waist, softly compared to his previous actions; the ticklish sensation causing you to arch into him. Landing at the top of your leggings, his hand dove between the material and your skin, his fingers making contact with your wet, waiting sex, and you moaned desperately into his mouth, meeting your tongue with his faster in response to the pleasure he had you drowning in.

You clawed at his back, pulling him closer to you in a muted plea to never cease, rocking against his hand to increase what was already making you feel blinding heat build in your core.

All too suddenly, Fili tore himself away from you, inhaling sharp breaths to regain his lost resolve.

"We shouldn't," he whispered, a poor attempt to convince both of you as he looked at you hungrily.

"No, we shouldn't," you agreed, the conviction in your own words a farce. "We can't. Not here."

"No," he shook his head, wiping his hand over his beard with a desperation for patience and countenance.

Your hands wrapped from his back around to his chest, your fingers twisting pathways through his chest hair, coaxing him to lean down over you again and reattach his lips to yours.

"You're making this impossible," he said in a gruff voice, not removing his mouth from yours.

"I'm sorry," you fibbed, smiling as you nudged the strain in his trousers with your core, causing him to hiss.

"You are not."

"No, I'm not," you admitted, sighing as you finally accepted that nothing more would be happening despite both of you wanting to plunge into the depths of rapture that you were already wading in.

Fili pressed a lingering kiss upon your swollen lips again, whispering as he pulled away. "I'm due to take watch next anyway, and it's best we aren't caught by poor Ori coming to get me," he chuckled, sitting back on his heels to peer down at his obvious arousal.

Fili reached for his tunic and slipped it over his head, allowing you to admire the flex of his muscles as his body shifted back into his clothes.

"You get some rest, eh?" he advised with a gentleness in his voice. "You're going to need it."

With a wink and another self-satisfied chuckle, Fili stood, his expression changing to a wince, and hobbled over toward the front of the cave.

The night was quiet; allowing Fili to use his ears to seek out any potential dangers as opposed to his eyes that could barely see a thing from how dark it was. He looked up at the sky, the thick clouds that threatened rain covering any light the moon was giving, making him wonder if its shade was more yellow or silver tonight and what pattern of stars he was missing out on.

He struck a match against the side of the rock he sat upon and brought it to his pipe, lighting it and inhaling the sweet pipeweed gifted to him by his dear friend who's wearied eyes thanked him as he covered his yawns with his crocheted mitts when Fili sent him inside for warmth and sleep.

There wasn't much to listen to aside from the occasional hoot from a nearby owl and the slight breeze rustling in the trees, allowing Fili to simply sit and enjoy the quiet, sighing calmly into the cool night air as he finally acknowledged the pain in his leg he had been minimizing and the persistent ache between them that called for his attention above all else.

As his thoughts began to wander back inside the cave with you, thinking of what you had done so far and all that was left unfinished, a scent of smoke different from what came from his pipe filled his nostrils, making him sit up straighter from against the rock face he was leaning on.

Keeping still and even holding his breath in an effort to hear better, Fili waited for any indication of where the source of the smoke was coming from, his eyes scanning the area carefully through the darkness until he finally spotted a glimmer of flame off in the distance in the northwest corner of the forest.

His eyes remained fixed on the orange glow for long enough to observe that it wasn't moving, making the assumption it was where the orcs had set up their camp, and deciding he would stay on watch for the rest of the night to ensure they remained in the same location, Fili leaned back again, placing his pipe between his lips, his gaze locked on his enemy.

"Fili, why didn't you wake me?" Kili's groggy voice sounded from his left as he emerged from the cave with the subtlety of a goat. "Was I not meant to take watch after you?"

"Hmm," Fili confirmed, his tired eyes still watching where the smoke wafted up from the treetops in the dim light of the early morning.

"Then why-" his brother paused, following his line of sight as he stretched his arms in the air. "Oh."

Fili glanced up at him, his eyebrow cocked, watching as Kili figured it out on his own without him wasting the little energy he had left to explain.

"Does Thorin know?"

"Not yet." Fili admitted, slowly getting to his feet, his leg sore and stiff, his limbs plagued with even more ache than before. "They haven't moved all night. It's difficult to tell if they're seeking us out or waiting for us to walk into another one of their traps."

Kili stood staring ahead, mulling over his brother's words in his mind, his expression serious.

"You can take over now," Fili grinned, clapping his hand firmly on Kili's shoulder, the force making him stumble and rebalance, and left with a limp to head inside the cave.

Thorin stood beside Dwalin in the center of the company's temporary dwelling, the remaining members of the company moving around them to prepare for setting back out as they stood like two immovable pillars, speaking to each other in hushed voices.

"Uncle," Fili interrupted, earning an annoyed glance from Dwalin and an unreadable one from Thorin. "The orcs have set up camp over on the Northwest corner of the forest. I watched them all night and it doesn't appear they've moved, but I'd bet the Arkenstone they're about to begin their search for us again."

Thorin gave a curt nod as he processed his nephew's words, and hearing a dismissive snort from Dwalin, Fili turned to glare at him.

"Hogwash. They aren't lookin' fer us, lad. That attack was random."

Fili opened his mouth to speak, only to be quieted when his Uncle spoke first.

"Dwalin is right. We will set out as planned, with a couple of groups splitting off to search the forest for the ponies as we go."

"Thorin I don't-"

"Fili. We need to move on, this venture is already taking longer than intended. We need not waste any more time."

With a clench of his jaw and a long, frustrated sigh through his nostrils, Fili decided to let his concerns dissolve, Thorin and Dwalin clearly not concerned over the possibility of another ambush, and stalked over to his bedroll where you stood repacking your bags, steeling himself with a deep breath in order to disguise his hobbled gait and the anger coursing through him.

"Morning," he smiled, tensely at first, but the sight of you instantly turned it genuine and helped wash away his fatigue and weight of carrying the worry Thorin chose to ignore. "How did you sleep?"

His voice was tender, and almost bashful, and when you slipped your arms up around his neck, his cheeks blushed pink.

"I didn't sleep much at all," you admitted. "I kept wondering when you were coming back."

You looked at him with concern, seeing the strife and fatigue settling in his blue eyes turn them a stormy hue, making you rub your fingers back and forth at the base of his neck to help ease the tension you felt in his shoulders.

"Fili, what's wrong?"

His eyelids fell shut, basking in the brief moment of reprieve you graced him with, making him wish he could fall asleep in your arms and forget about everything else.

"They're just two stubborn rams, is all," he jeered, nodding his head in the direction of Thorin and Dwalin.

"That's nothing new," you spoke through a slight grin before searching his eyes again in knowing there was more that was plaguing him.

Fili sighed, his hands finding your waist to clutch as he sought reassurance. "No, it isn't. Though I really wish they would listen. Maybe it's because I've been awake for too long and I'm making this bigger than it is, but I can't help but worry."

Realizing he still hadn't explained everything to you based on your quizzical look, he breathed out again and continued.

"I watched the orcs all night. I know where they've set their camp and it's very close to the path Thorin wants to take. I do not know if they'll move on from there, or hang around to see if we come across again."

"Are you worried about another attack?"

"How can I not be?" Fili leaned his forehead against yours, praying to Mahal he would be able to keep you and everyone else safe.

Heavy boots tread across the soft, earth floor, the pace of the company sluggish and exhausted and unable to hide the remnants of injuries as they plodded along; the wishes to relocate their ponies ever prominent in their increasingly-less hopeful hearts.

Fili readjusted his pack on his shoulder, turning back to glance at you, his expression a combination of protectiveness and something else you couldn't quite place.

His gait continued to waver from its usual confident stride, the pain and fatigue that burdened him already and now the addition of his worry revealing itself the further you carried on.

You reached forward and laced your fingers with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, the corners of your mouth lifting up when he gave a firm one in return.

Up ahead, Thorin paused, turning to face his cortege.

"Bofur, Ori, make your way West. Keep your eyes open for any signs of the ponies. Kili, Fili, I want you headed East off the path. We will all meet directly North before the day's end."

Fili felt heat rise up through him, watching as Ori and Bofur agreed without question and took a few steps off the path in the direction of where the orcs had been.

"Thorin," Fili barked, confused at why he would be sending them walking directly into a possible trap. "Did you not listen to me?"

"We need supplies, Fili. It's a risk we must take in order to find the ponies."

"Ori, Bofur," Fili called, forcing his friends to turn to him with an uncertain look. "Do not go West. Stay with the company until we are sure there are no orcs near our set course."

"Fili!" Thorin shouted, storming over to him quickly to grip the furs on the collar of his coat. "You dare defy my orders?"

"We are still injured and the orcs are many in number. The chances of surviving another attack with just two of them is scarce."

As Fili held his Uncle's challenging stare, he stood tall, refusing to back down, his rebellion only further souring the scowl on Thorin's face.

"As I said, we need to retrieve our supplies or we will be in just as much danger as going to look for them. How much longer can we go without food or medicine, and how much longer can you walk on that leg?" Thorin hissed, giving him a dismissive look. "We all survived the initial attack…"

"And I will not stand by and watch another one happen! You already put us in danger once by going this way in the first place. You knew the enemy would be here. Had you listened to my suggestion of taking the other-"

Thorin lunged at him, his face inches from his, his knuckles white as he clenched harder at his disobedient heir. "That route was longer and just as dangerous! Do not second guess my authority, Fili!"

"I second guess it when you give me too many reasons to!"

Thorin's grip tightened on his jacket as he pressed his fists into Fili's chest with a warning shove, his temper rising exponentially, his voice lowered but powered by so much rage that it didn't need volume to get his point across."Fili, you know nothing of-"

"I know enough to not let it happen again!" Fili spat, continuing to contend despite what consequences would come of it, his arms forcing Thorin's to release him as he pushed back at his Uncle's chest to free him of his grip.

"Do not disrespect me! I am your King!" he bellowed, making Fili almost laugh at what lengths Thorin would go to in order to spare his pride and re-establish his rein.

"Then do not disparage me! I am your heir, your kin! I have a say and deserve not to be dismissed by you. You have forced me to sit back and let bad things happen too many times, Thorin, and I refuse to anymore."

You felt frozen in place as you watched the argument happen between Fili and your King, feeling like you hadn't taken a breath in ages and that your mouth would never hold moisture again until finally Fili turned away from him and stomped over to you to the best of his ability, his hand gently taking hold of your elbow.

"Let's go," he ordered softly, leaving the answer as to where that was unclear.

Still shocked from what you had just witnessed, you followed him easily, allowing him to guide you to wherever he needed to go in order to cool off, the question of your safety not a concern in knowing his fury would be enough to scare off even the most terrible creatures.

Once sure you were out of earshot, you finally allowed one of the many questions on your mind to slip past your lips as you trotted alongside the fuming Prince who still had a hold of you by the hand.

"Where are we going?"

He glanced at you without fully turning his head, his expression a mix of anger and something that looked beguiling with how his eyes were cast downward to meet yours.

"To look for the ponies," he said matter-of-factly, confusing you even more.

"Is that safe?" you asked without a second thought, not able to hide your surprise after the events that occurred only moments ago, pausing in your strides momentarily.

"I know better than him what and where is safe," Fili said confidently, neglecting to halt his own hindered steps, the emphasis on 'him' revealing he wasn't going to let this situation go any time soon.

Blinking, you sighed and continued following him, thinking how stubbornness ran true and strong in the Durin bloodline, the corners of your mouth pulling upward hesitantly as you kept to yourself how similar he was to his Uncle despite not currently wanting to be.

"Fili, did we not come from this direction?" you asked after a while, convinced now that your surroundings had begun to look familiar and the odd shape of a tree or valley off to the side became recognizable, and you cursed yourself for not having paid more attention to your route; your focus solely on keeping an eye out for signs of your lost equines, but your distraction primarily at the fault of the gorgeous Prince limping a step ahead of you who radiated an intense air from him as his frustrations turned into something more tangible.

"We did," he confirmed, stopping beside a smooth boulder nestled comfortably between various trees and lush greenery, grabbing both of your hands to hold in his as he pulled you before him.

Tilting your head to the side, you looked at him quizzically, your expression asking for your curiosity to be answered as to why you were backtracking.

"Sometimes," he began, dipping his head to reach close to your lips without touching them, his eyes flickering across your features. "I like to retrace my steps."

His hands slowly abandoned yours, moving instead to hold onto your waist where they barely made contact, the sensation of his fingers ghosting up along your sides making you sigh longingly. Your tunic lifted away from your skin as his hands forced it to travel along with them, exposing your warm flesh to the fresh air, and unconsciously, your fingers began working at the fastens of your jacket to allow Fili to continue revealing any part of you he wished to see.

His lips brushed yours teasingly, the roughness of his hands scratching your sides, the sensation making your nipples harden and ache for his attention.

"There are other things I like to retrace as well," he purred, his voice low and sultry, his fingers continuing to explore your midsection in the places he had before, the memory of his touch etched into you and reigniting the fire that had settled into embers awaiting to be woken again.

Your eyelids slipped closed, battling with yourself over giving in to what you so fiercely wanted or ignoring the cruel temptation and continuing on with the intention of finding the ponies, only to be disrupted when Fili picked you up and sat you atop the rock beside where you had been standing.

"Fili," you breathed, his name used as the weakest plea, not truly wanting to stop him from settling between your spread legs as he did now, his hands gripping your hips tightly before slipping them beneath your shirt where he tugged it past the crest of your breasts and over your head.

"Here?" you asked, a worried expression decorating your face as you glanced at his that appeared too carefree and slightly mischievous. "After everything that's happened?"

"Especially so," he answered, confidently. "I need you."

The way he stared at you with such surety made any reservations vanish, the intensity in his unbelievably blue eyes enough to convince you it would be impossible to resist each other any longer than you already had.

Fili leaned in, capturing your lips in a needy kiss, your mouth easily parting to allow his tongue the access it forcibly demanded.

Sighing into his mouth, you met his kisses with a matched eagerness, your fervor growing so rapidly it made your head spin. Your fingers tangled in his tresses, and with a slight press against the back of his head, you pulled yourself closer to him, scooching your body to the edge of the rock so your core was firm against his belly; the ardor in your movements causing Fili's to become even more intense and desperate.

Roughly, his hands tore at your trousers, tugging the laces open enough to allow them to slide over your bottom, the material chafing your thighs as he ungraciously peeled them away from your jittery legs.

Feeling too exposed and at risk, but not enough to care, you relished in the freedom granted to you in being naked; the cold, smooth rock under your seat contrasting cruelly with your searing skin, the slight breeze rustling leaves in overhead trees the same as it was your hair, the air mimicking Fili's beard to tickle you in places he hadn't yet.

Beginning to work at removing his jacket, your fingers fumbled over the weathered leather, your dexterity compromised by such inebriating lust, and just as you succeeded at discarding it, Fili grabbed your hands and planted them behind you, forcing you to arch your back in such a way your breasts collided with his waiting mouth.

"Fili," you moaned, the sensation of his hot tongue on your charged flesh making you want to beg for more instead of requesting one of the many other things you needed. "I want to see you."

His grip on your wrists tightened a moment before releasing them, and immediately you clutched at his tunic and ripped it over his head, your fingers exchanging the moss they clawed into for the thick skin and dense hair on his chest. Wasting no more time in freeing him from his trousers that were stretched to the point the laces revealed what they tried to conceal, your mouth watering at such a sight, you slid your hands down his belly and pushed at the leather hanging loosely from his waist.

His veined shaft sprang out, bouncing in the open space between your bodies, his size unsurprising to you, but encouraging more slick to gather in your folds in preparation for the assault you would endure from it.

Fili hissed when you reached out to take hold of the hot, silky flesh in your hand, his head tipping back in a request for restraint as you stroked it from tip to base and back again; the sight of his chest heaving and pulse thrumming wildly in his neck spiking your desire to a level you knew you couldn't leave unfulfilled.

With an assertive grip, Fili took hold of your outer thighs and pulled you closer to him, his head breaching your entrance, the contact of your naked heat against his stiff member making you suck in a rickety breath.

He was met with resistance as he pushed into you, slowly stretching you inch by inch and pausing when your moans grew louder and your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, allowing a moment of respite and consideration before ascending into the inevitable onslaught of pleasure.

His lips connected with yours softly, and remaining still and only halfway inside you, he kissed across to the corner of your lips, then your cheek, his moustache tickling your skin to cause shivers to burst over your entire body. Finding the hollow of your neck, he focused there, the sensation letting you sigh out a long breath that showed you were beginning to relax, cuing him to proceed in filling you to the hilt while his lips continued to add to the plethora of stimulation that would lead to your demise.

Dragging out of you, he pushed back in, his teeth scraping on your neck as he quickly let his caution fall, and wanting to see what he was capable of doing to you, you rolled your hips forward to match the tempo of his developing thrusts.

It didn't take long to sink into a natural rhythm; your bodies working together as if they had time and time again, the lust and love shared for each other set ablaze like kindling introduced to latent coals.

Fili knew this wouldn't last long, feeling the unavoidable climb of his orgasm taking hold of him faster than ever before; bursting under his skin as he succumbed to every exquisite feeling of you after having wanted nothing else since the day he first set eyes on you.

Attempting to keep kissing you, he pressed his mouth to yours, tangling your tongues until the pleasure became too much and distracted him from his task, resulting in sharing open-mouthed, panting breaths as his hips slapped into yours erratically.

Your fingers raked through his hair, signaling your own proximity to detonation, effectively spurring him on to chase that explosive, damning high, his efforts at quieting himself executed in the form of feral grunts and relentless force as he pummelled into your wetness.

His breathing became increasingly ragged as he neared his end, and in a blur of awareness, came to the realization he shouldn't finish inside you.

Slower, he willed himself, trying to extend this bliss with you for as long as he could, but each drag of his engorged cock through your tight channel kept him toppling ever closer to the edge.

"Will you be by my side when I am King?" he asked, his voice hoarse with ecstasy, his own words and thoughts of making you his Queen to love and bear his heir causing him to quiver with the most intense rapture.

"Yes, Fili," you gasped, your climax lingering just beneath the surface, your walls choking him and sending him into a barbaric frenzy. "I'm yours."

A possessiveness washed over him, his own wishes enhanced by your constant encouragement, dragging him further into a haze he didn't want to emerge from.

He growled with frustration, bucking into you harder and harder with each thrust, wanting nothing more than to fill you; to claim you as his and allow his seed to saturate your most intimate depths.

The thought alone drove him to his end, but before he let himself indulge in his selfish desire, he pulled out of you and gripped his cock that was wet and warm from you, using your slick that coated it to pump his shaft until he took aim at your lower belly and painted you with white spurts.

You whined; disappointed by the loss of him and also at being interrupted at the point of climax, but your pleasure continued in seeing yourself covered in his thick seed that decorated your stomach and waiting sex.

With his belly rising and falling in the aftershocks of his high, Fili swiped his fingers through the mess he created on your skin and dragged it between your folds, driving them deep inside you and hooking them to massage you expertly until you took up your song again.

You looked so perfect; eyes screwed shut and breasts heaving as you were brought back to that sacred place by his touch, and collecting more of his spend on his thumb, he circled your swollen bud until he felt you squeeze his fingers like a vice and your mewling grew into a call that couldn't be quieted.

Clutching his shoulder almost painfully, you held onto him to support yourself, now able to rock your hips in the way you needed in order to capture the pleasure you sought. He watched you in awe as you used him to come undone, and feeling your arousal soak his hand even more, Fili refused to relent, instead working you in harsher movements until you wailed his name and convulsed before him.

Slowly, he settled his pace, allowing you to grind on him until every ounce of your pleasure was ridden out, his other hand reaching up to hold your head and pull you into his kiss that was desperate and fuelled with hunger and differentiating from the languid strokes of his fingers.

Ceasing massaging you, he waited for you to slow the purl of your hips, and once you did, his smile threatened to break the seal of your lips as you returned his kiss with intense eagerness, your hands grasping at him feverishly as you returned to reality.

"You are incredible," he murmured, leaning his sweat coated forehead against yours, sharing the same laboured breaths and furious heartbeats.

A bird flew overhead from out of a nearby bush, the sudden appearance making you jump and Fili reach for one of his blades that had been deposited on the boulder beside you, sobering both of you from your dream-like state.

With another kiss to your raw lips, Fili bent for his tunic and jacket, pulling his waterskin out to wet the material to use as a cloth to clean you.

Carefully, and with a gentleness he lacked moments earlier, he wiped away the sticky mess he had made on your skin, and still not sated of tasting you, returned his lips to yours until his duty was forgotten and he leaned you back against the surface of the stone and climbed over you.

"I want more of you," he whispered. "All of you."

His hand smoothed back your hair, his fingers catching in it slightly to force your head back, exposing your neck vulnerably to him where his pupils dilated at the sight of seeing your pulse thrum aggressively.

Another bird flew and landed on a branch above you, its presence unnoticed, your senses honed in once again on each other rather than your surroundings.

The cracking of a stick sounded nearby, prompting Fili to pause, lifting his head from the solace of your neck to listen, his eyes scanning the area the noise originated from. When he didn't hear or see anything more, he flashed you a smile, seeing hesitation and worry replace your lust-drunk look, and slowly returned to his worship of your heated skin, his ears listening intently.

Something drew closer, and subtly, Fili's hand slipped from your body and took hold of his sword's hilt, waiting for his moment to defend.

Crunching footsteps seemed to echo in the quiet, and Fili did his best to slow his breathing and keep his blood from rushing into his ears, the vibration of his pulse almost deafening him to what he needed to focus on.

Carefully, he rose onto his knees, bracing his weight onto his other arm that didn't grip his weapon, his stance protective as he continued to cover you with himself.

His brow was furrowed seriously, his eyes squinting as he finally caught a glimpse of what creature was sneaking up on you; the swayed, tawny-coloured back of a familiar beast coming into view behind a dense thicket of brush.

Releasing his serious expression, he softened his features, his eyes turning rounder as he peered down at you, and pressing his index finger to his lips, he nodded behind you, prompting you to turn your head back and to the side to see what had encroached on your privacy.

You could hardly believe your eyes, seeing your lost ponies grazing happily just beyond where you lay, gripping your fingers on Fili's arm to display your excitement without spooking them off.

As cautiously as possible, you both stood from the large flat of stone, Fili gingerly shifting his weight from his bad leg onto the good one, forcing you to watch him closely as you redressed and began to tether each pony to lead them back to the rest of the company.

His mood seemed to outshine any discomfort he still felt, the relief in finding your mounts alleviating any dread at the thought of having to continue on foot, leaving you feeling the radiating effects of his aura.

Courteously, Fili assisted you onto your pony's back by giving you a leg up, his hand lingering on your thigh longer than was necessary, his eyes alight with a renewed want that left your skin burning not only to his touch but under his gaze as well.

“I must admit,” he began, looking at you with a cheekiness you hadn't seen in days. “I didn't come out here to look for the ponies. I wasn't ever expecting to find them, but I'm glad we did.”

He patted your mount's neck, smiling at it warmly as he smoothed his fingers across its velvety muzzle.

“Then what was the purpose of coming here?” you quipped, pretending as if you didn't know the reason.

He grinned at you, his dimples flashing and the glimmer in his blue eyes making you forgive any deceit in his intentions.

“I can show you again if you'd like.”

He chuckled, the sound going straight to your core that ached for him again already, and when he winked you were tempted to abandon all reason and responsibility in exchange for the reckless lust he brought forth so quickly in you.

“I think we've already pressed our luck," you got out, the words feeling strangled in your throat as you wished they weren't true, wanting nothing more than to abandon all care and fear of another ambush.

Fili nodded, agreeing with you sullenly as he walked around to his pony who stood grazing beside yours, stepping his foot into the stirrup to swing his leg over its back, the action causing strain on his injury and making him wince and curse under his breath.

He directed his steed to walk beside yours, and leaning across until he was nearly out of his saddle, he captured your lips in a quick kiss.

"I'll be alright," he assured, not missing your worry over him.

Smiling, you urged your pony forward to keep up with him, and after a moment asked a question that had been pressing on your mind.

“Are you going to apologize to Thorin?”

Pursing his lips, Fili sighed deeply, mulling his answer over in his head until he eventually gave you a sideways glance and replied with a slight smugness in his tone.

“Finding the ponies is enough of an apology for both of us.”

He focused on the path ahead, his statement holding some finality to it, letting you know you shouldn't pry any more or share your opinion on the matter.

“I'm sure he'll be pleased," you said, knowing how much Fili wanted to make Thorin proud despite their disagreements.

“And Fili?” you added, the more positive ring in your voice making him look over at you with an eyebrow raised. “The ponies found us.”

Your lips stretched into a wide smile, growing into even more of a grin that allowed your laugh to pass through when Fili joined in; his amusement at your earlier mischievous behaviour voiced in his alluring chuckle.

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[sotwk]

Intruders (Fili x OC fanfic, first of series)

Summary: During their sojourn at Rivendell, Fili makes the acquaintance of an elf-maid who is surprisingly familiar with the ways of Dwarves. Unlike the rest of the Company however, he is less enchanted by and more suspicious of this mysterious stranger.

Part One of a planned series about the relationship between Fili x OC elleth, called "The Only Gold".

Word count: 2.3 k 

Pairing: Fili x FemOC (2nd Person POV)

Content: Prelude to romance, friendship, fluff, mild angst, The Hobbit events, Dwarf shenanigans

Warnings: None

To Read on AO3: Link

Dedication: For @fizzyxcustard, the first Durin (Thorin) writer to befriend me on Tumblr and who introduced me to the wonderful community of Durin stans! My first foray into Erebor is rightfully dedicated to you. Thank you for being such a supportive mutual to me and others in our orbit!

The Only Gold

Intruders

Third Age 2941 June

Imladris, The Last Homely House

It was difficult to decide which amused you more: observing the Naugrim in their merrymaking around the fire, or listening to Lord Lindir’s anguished groans over their antics as he stood in secret watch right next to you. 

“I suppose tomorrow this courtyard shall have to be scrubbed as well,” the elf-lord muttered, his dark eyes scanning the blobs and heaps of food scraps that littered the normally pristine white flagstones of the circular portico. “Tis a small mercy that the Nindari fountain already empties and cleanses itself, otherwise…” He rubbed a hand over his mouth as he cut off his own frustrations. “Forgive me; it has been a long day.”

You rested a gentle hand on his arm. “Do not be so troubled, my lord,” you said, careful to whisper despite the small risk of your voice being heard over the cacophony of laughter and singing. “From my experience, Dwarves mind their manners well enough to clean up after themselves, no matter how terrible the messes they like to make.” 

“I shall have to take your word for it,” Lindir sighed, with a grimace that indicated he remained entirely unconvinced. “What odd little creatures they are! They seem to actually revel in chaos and noise and sheer tomfoolery. And from what I understand, these are not only grown males of their race, but some are also members of Durin’s royal house!”

After a while, the prim elf-lord fell silent to watch you watch the company of outsiders, and soon he picked up on the delight shining from your eyes. 

“How similar are they to Dwarves you have previously engaged with?”

His innocent question called a flood of deep memories to the front of your mind, and the mirth on your face wavered. There was no way for Lindir to have known the specifics, and if he had, his impeccable manners would have restrained him from even broaching the subject. But your most recent experiences with the Naugrim had been filled with mourning and loss and anger, of old wounds that still ached to be soothed by happier remembrances.

“They are the same people, but these are very different circumstances.” You turned back to the gathering and smiled at the scene they created, just a group of kinsmen sharing an evening repast, dining in little more than their underclothes and even less care or concern. "I very much prefer seeing them in this light."

Lindir sniffed at this but refrained from verbalizing further disagreement, as your fondness for Aulë’s Children had become all too apparent. 

After you declined the elf-lord’s offer to escort you back to the main house, he took his leave, with a parting reminder to 'be careful'. It was hard not to feel disappointed at your friend's unrelenting distrust of the Dwarves. Lindir was far older than you, and much wiser in all other matters, but in your heart you were certain his disdain was founded on hearsays and ancient prejudices. 

“Oi, Bombur! Maybe you should get off that table, I can hear the joints creaking from over here.” The shout, though spoken with jest, also carried a command behind it, a tone you often heard being used by members of your family. “If we break one more thing in this fancy-pants inn I think that butler’s head might explode.”

More than the Dwarf's tone, it was his voice itself that captured your attention, that spurred your steps forward so you crept closer for a better view. You scanned the gathering of bearded faces, one by one, but unless that voice spoke up again over the raucous din, it would be impossible to identify the owner with certainty. 

But you knew that voice. You knew not for sure from when or where, but you had heard it before, speaking to you, addressing you by name, stirring up emotions deep within you like the early rays of spring warming the frosted earth. 

The clear sound of cracking wood startled you, and yanked your gaze back to the sight of Bombur, the very fat dwarf, falling smack on his bottom and then toppling on his backside on a pile of broken oak. Your lips twitched and your eyes wrinkled at their sides, but it was the unbridled howls of laughter from the other dwarves that released your own laughter from your throat--a high, delighted giggle that was shamefully loud to your own ears. 

“Shh! Did you hear that?” A voice--the voice--cut sharply through the merriment. It lowered into a menacing growl, suddenly shifting to their ancient mother tongue. “There’s someone out there.” 

* * * * * 

Fili grabbed the knife closest to him, resting atop the pile of his belongings, and darted across the courtyard in the direction of the sound. Kili leaped up to follow his lead, and behind the brothers a mad scramble ensued as some of the others hurried to join in pursuit. 

It was easy to spot the intruder descending the pathwalk that connected their lodging to the sprawling gardens below. The tall, hooded figure had the nerve to walk calmly in their retreat, as though they cared not if they were caught or had no fear of being apprehended. The mark of an elf for sure, Fili thought, and a rush of anger within him hastened his pace. 

“You! Stop!” he shouted, and was so surprised when the stranger complied so quickly that he skidded to an abrupt halt himself. Kili ran hard into him, nearly knocking him over, and there was much grunting and yelping as the rest of the dwarves similarly struggled to keep themselves upright. 

“Who are you?” Fili demanded, raising himself up to full height and straight posture, but mindful enough to keep his knife sheathed at his side. This elf was nowhere near as tall as the riders who had accosted them at their arrival, or even the ones who had attended them at luncheon. Even if they didn’t have him outnumbered, the dwarf was confident he could take him down on his own if necessary. 

“I am a friend, Master Dwarf,” a soft voice spoke from underneath the hood. 

Next to him, Fili sensed Kili shifting his weight uneasily and heard him grunt, “Fili.” The elder Son of Durin at once knew his brother’s thoughts. That voice sounded female. This realization cooled his ire, but just barely. Danger did not recognize gender, he knew that from experience. 

 “A friend would not lurk in the shadows to spy,” Fili said darkly. “A friend would not retreat and skulk away like a thief in the night.”  He took a heavy step forward. “If you are what you say, then prove it and show your face."

A tense silence followed the dwarf-prince’s command. The collective disquiet palpable from the companions that surrounded him only fueled Fili’s irritation. Above all other emotions, he detested cowering the most. Durin’s Folk shrank before no one, no matter whose land they stood on.

At long last, a pair of slender white arms emerged from the folds of the stranger’s cloak, and two hands lowered the velvet hood. Cries and mutterings rose in a sudden tide around Fili, while his own voice failed him completely. It wasn’t until his lungs sucked in a starved, desperate gasp that he realized even breath had temporarily deserted him. 

None of their company, save perhaps Thorin and Balin, had had much contact with she-elves prior to the quest, but when they finally encountered some of these females at the Lord of Rivendell's table, they fairly matched up with the descriptions from the Dwarrowdam tales. This particular creature that stood before them now was unlike her unremarkable kin, and surpassed everything Fili’s elders had taught him to expect. 

It was her hair, above all else, that surely struck the Dwarves with greatest amazement. The color of the purest molten gold, it crowned her fair head and flowed freely down her shoulders, shimmering in waves of glorious light. It was such a sight to behold, so alarming in its unexpected beauty, that Fili dropped his gaze, momentarily doubting whether it was even safe to look upon it. 

Those standing closest to him literally bowed their heads in reverence. Ori and Dori went so far as to bend fully at the waist. Glorin choked on what sounded like a sob, while Kili found actual words to exclaim: "My lady!"

“My lords,” the elf-maid spoke again, high and clear as a wood thrush. “I humbly beg your pardon; I meant no offense by my presence.”

The sweetness that flowed from her polite words continued to charm his companions, but Fili refused to give in to the confusing swirl of emotions that crested within him, not even when her gaze turned at his utterance, again challenging his ability to breathe. “Why were you watching us?”

He felt a fist jab him on the back. “Nadad,” Kili hissed through gritted teeth. 

“It is a fair question,” Fili declared. He felt his boldness grow the longer he persisted. “Their king assured us we would be safe here, but how are we to trust that?” He turned slightly towards his kinsmen as their native Khuzdul rolled from his tongue. “Can you not see that ever since our arrival, they have been trying to uncover our secrets?!”

The only response he received were vague mumblings from dazed faces. Eyes glazed over in dopey trances seemed to pass right through him, listless and unseeing. An orc pack could have descended on them and hacked off some heads before anyone could mount a defense. 

“Stop gaping at her!” Fili snapped at them, tugging hard on his besotted brother’s arm in particular. “You’re falling prey to Elven sorcery for all we know. Don’t let yourselves be lured under her spell!”

“If I were as devious as you claim, Master Dwarf, then why should I admit to understanding your words perfectly?”

The maiden’s silvery voice speaking the guttural tones of their secret language in perfect fluency dropped upon the group like a hammer’s blow. Suddenly the lot of dreamy gazes morphed into expressions of shock, followed by anger. Even a little fear, which overtook any control the dwarves had over their better senses. 

Defensive instincts escalated to bellows of outrage, and hands rose in aggression, hands which unfortunately still clutched a menacing array of weapons. Brandishing his own dagger, Fili saw the elf-maid take a step back, and her withdrawal stirred a new emotion above the conflux in his chest: shame.  

“What is the meaning of this?!”

All heads turned in the direction of the booming shout, and they saw the Master of Imladris coming up the path in furious strides. The sight of him alone caused the dwarves to immediately lower their weapons, sheathe them, or hide them behind their backs. 

Lord Elrond cast a swift, rebuking glare over the gathered dwarves before planting himself between them and the elf-maid. He cupped her face between his hands and quietly spoke to her in indiscernible Elvish. She whispered back with downcast eyes, appearing to Fili almost like a child chastised. 

"She spies on us!" Gloin's temper erupted at the most convenient time, and Fili found himself relieved that someone else was speaking up to argue for their side.

"This is her home, Master Gloin," Elrond responded sharply. "Where you are the visitors. We practice great tolerance in Imladris to make allowances for cultural differences. But I will not abide the harassment of anyone, least of all my kin."

"Enough of this foolishness!" The next rebuke came from Gandalf, who suddenly materialized behind the elves, and looked twice as infuriated as Elrond. “It is one thing to practice table manners differently from the Eldar, but even Dwarves should know how to show a lady proper respect!” He pounded his staff on the ground, silencing any further attempts at protest from the dwarves. 

The wizard then turned and gave a sweeping bow to the elf-maid. "I beg your pardon and understanding on their behalf, dear lady, and offer no poor excuses.”

Fili was no longer surprised when the golden-haired lass smiled brightly at Gandalf, as one would at an old friend. "My heart sings with joy to see you again, Mithrandir."

The rest of their conversation continued in rapid Elvish, leaving the dwarves to cluster together and grumble and mutter in their own separate group. For his part, Fili did not have anything else to say, for he felt oddly weary. He did not even notice the elves had taken their leave until Thorin arrived, demanding explanations, and Gandalf rejoined them to resume the heated discussion about everything that had transpired.  

Fili broke away from the squabbling noise of the company to seek out the departing lord and lady. He spotted them leaving the path to go back up into one of the great houses on the other side of the roaring falls. From so far off he could still see the elf-maid’s golden hair gleaming, its ethereal glory undiminished in the evening shadows. Bitter regret bloomed in the pit of his stomach when she finally vanished from sight.

"I…I know her.”

Fili spun around and saw Bilbo standing a few paces away, staring thoughtfully into the darkness. How much the hobbit had seen of the entire episode, and how long he’d been lurking there, it was always hard to tell with their sneaky burglar. “What are you talking about?”

Bilbo scratched the side of his face, his nose scrunched up in his musing. “That elf-maid. I’m quite certain I’ve met her before. There cannot be many like her running around Middle-earth, and certainly not visiting the Shire."

“The Shire?!” Fili grabbed Bilbo’s arm and dragged him further away from the rest of the company, and out of the notice of his uncle and Gandalf. “Tell me,” he ordered the bewildered hobbit. “Tell me everything you know about her.”

To be continued...

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[ally-holmes]

My contribution to the Deanobingo2023

April 2023 had been my first time participating on a creative bingo. These are the works I’ve made for the Deanobingo2023 organiced by @deanobingo​, @laurfilijames​ and @blairsanne​ 

The Almighty Johnsons

Anders Johnson x Fem!Reader

“Beware of the dragon” -- Tumblr | AO3

“Use your words” +18 -- Tumblr | AO3

Anders Johnson x Fem!Original Character

“A deal with Hades” -- Tumblr | AO3

The Hobbit 

Fili

“The aftermath” -- Tumblr | AO3

“Battle scars” -- Tumblr | AO3

Fili x Fem!Original Character

“Lion and Fire” -- Tumblr | AO3

Wanted (2016)

Will Johnson x Fem!Reader

“Screw bad days” -- Tumblr | AO3

Young Hercules

Iolaus & Hercules & Jason (Friendship)

“Time travel to Terra Mítica” -- Tumblr | AO3

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[thespiritoflife]

Pairing: Fili x reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, angst, sad, mentions of injury..

A/N: I broke my heart while writing this. It's a modern AU mixed with Middle Earth. Read if you want...

Translations:

Sanûrzud: perfect (true/pure) sun

Men lananubukhs me: I love you

After life

I saw him again.  He came into my dreams and whispered to me, "I'll see you soon, Sanûrzud. You belong to me."

I've never seen him.  He came every time I slept and left when I woke up.  I was in love with him, which was sick.  He didn't exist.

I've never reconciled with this. Never.

It was a terrible day.  Terrible life.

My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend.  We were supposed to get married.  And suddenly he said to me out of nowhere, "Listen, I'm sorry, Y / N, but I love her more than you."

I didn't cry.  I was shocked.  Everyone thought we were getting married and ..

I just left the house in a downpour.  I still didn't cry.  I didn't think clearly.  My whole life has collapsed.  Everything I knew was gone.  Like a wave of your hand.

I got in the car.  It was a storm, it was raining, but I didn't care.  I longed to leave.  I didn't know where.  I'd rather get out of this world.

The roads were slippery. I didn't care.  I finally started crying.  The rain, meanwhile, thickened and I didn't see the road anymore.

My brain turned off.  I hurried somewhere, but I didn't know where.

I heard his voice again.  A man I loved and never knew.  "Men lananubukhs me,"  he said words in an unknown language, but I understood those words.  I love you.

And then I saw a truck crashing on me.  The brain quickly turned on, and I turned the steering wheel sharply.  However, the car did not respond fast enough or the truck was fast.  In the following seconds, I saw a bright light that blinded me and then nothing.  I plunged into pleasant darkness.

I woke up in the field.  It smelled of grain.

But I didn't want to get up.  I just lay there staring at the sun.

"Y / N .. you finally came. I was still waiting for you."  someone said.

I got up.  I didn't want to, my legs didn't listen to me.

I turned around.  It was him.  My dream man.  My golden prince.

"Fili," I whispered, tears in my eyes.

I felt like I had known him for a thousand years.  I knew him.  I didn't know how.

He came to me and took me in his arms.  "I missed you ... I missed you so much ..."

"Why weren't you with me?"  I cried.

"I couldn't, Sanûrzud. I lived here and you there ..." he said.

"What ... what happened?"  I asked a question that bothered me.

I looked into his beautiful blue eyes.  I realized that they were filled with tears.  One of the tears dripped on my forehead.

"Do you want to know?"  he asked.

I nodded hesitantly.  I had to know.

He took my hand.  "I will show you."

The moment I felt his hand touch, the field turned into a highway surrounded by dark trees.

There was an accident on the highway.  There also were ambulances and firefighters.

"Y / N ... it will destroy you ..." he warned me as I wanted to go.

I turned around.  He looked distressed.  I gave him a short kiss on the lips.  "I have to see it."

I was walking on the highway.  I saw it.  Truck destroyed.  My car was destroyed.

I stood there, staring at it in shock.

Where have I been?

And suddenly I heard the rescuer speak.  "She has little hope of survival. Put her in a coma immediately."

I saw myself on a lounger.  I was pale, and my clothes were torn and ... bloody. Very bloody.

People were running around me, saying something, not seeing me.  I fell to my knees and start crying.

I felt a squeeze on my shoulder.  "Come with me to home, Sanûrzad."

We were in that field again.  I was not in this cruel world.  I was with him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

I buried my head in his chest.  "Fili. My only love .."

He looked at me tenderly.  "Darling."  he just whispered.

I don't know how many days have passed.  Or years.  Or centuries.  I would not be surprised by millennia.

But, once Fili and I were sitting in our beloved field, he told me.: "I have to tell you this. You will come back there ... you do not belong here as I do not belong in your world."

I cried.  "You're not serious."

He reassured me.  "Shh. It'll be all right. I promise. I'll still be in your dreams."

"But I don't want you to be in my dreams. I want you all,"

He stroked my hair.  "Unfortunately, the gods won't allow it to us. But believe me, I'll never forget you. Never. I'll still love you."

I completely collapsed.  "Fili ... you can't just leave ... I can't do that."

He looked at me sternly.  "You can do it, Y / N. I swear. I'll watch over you."

He kissed my tears and stroked my cheek.  "I'll see you again. And then we'll be together forever. I swear."

My world collapsed.  Fili.  I don't want you to go away.  I didn't want to leave.

But it called me away.  I don't know what, but it called me away.

"Men lananubukhs me, Sanûrzud."  he leaned his forehead against my forehead.

I repeated the words.  Fili looked at me proudly and then gradually faded and faded.  He finally disappeared.

I woke up all sweaty.  Everything hurt and I felt blinded.

"Doctor! She woke up!"  shouted some person in white.

I moaned in pain.  Not from the physical, but from the mental.

"Fili! Fili!"  I shouted.

Some other person in white approached me.  "That's not possible. She almost died."

"Fili. Fili, my golden prince. Where are you?"  I cried.

The doctor looked at me confused.  "She must have gone crazy ... that's normal. The victim confuses crazy things after such a shock. Give her a sedative."

I didn't notice.

Fili!

Life was terribly slow after that terrible accident.  My heart ached.  It looked like I was just dreaming about it all.

But I knew it wasn't.

He always followed me and kept saying to me, "See you soon, Sanûrzud."

We saw each other after life.

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[kaykaytwilie]

Been working a while on these! Really happy at how they turned out!

Thank you to @lordoftherazzles for an amazing and inspiring Bagginshield Beauty&theBeast!AU !!!

Fic:

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[cowboybeepboop]

The only one

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

Paring: Kili Durin x afab reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2.2k

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

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

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

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

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

__________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

__________

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[harrypoppinss]

How the Dwarfs show PDA

Thorins company x gn!reader

Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut

Thorin

Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.

Fíli

Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.

Kíli

This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.

Dwalin

Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.

Bofur

Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.

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A/N:

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[lathalea]

Fili-🍒 arranged marriage. Ty for thinking of me for this. I think this will be fun. Lol

Hi @lilith15000 😊 Hope you're well! Here is a little something for you to read during a long shift 💛 Sorry it took me so long - life happened. But now - prepare for a long read!

🍒 - Stuck Together with Fili - Arranged Marriage

Your life in the Iron Hills made you quite content. Working as a healer was exactly what you wanted: helping others to regain their health and seeing smiles on their faces was a reward in itself, even if it often meant spending exhausting, sleepless nights by the bed of a feverish patient or a future mother in labor. This was your true calling and you couldn’t imagine a different life for yourself. 

It all changed when your grandparents, a very influential and revered couple, informed you that they found a perfect husband for you. Yes, you were going to be married. Your parents and all the other members of your family were thrilled, except for you. Marriage was definitely not a part of your plan for the future and you informed everyone very clearly that you weren’t interested in that idea at all. 

Your grandparents reminded you that you were a member of one of the oldest and most respectable dwarven houses of the Iron Hills and your duty was to your family, first and foremost. Being the only child, you had to make sure that your line remained unbroken. As an important member of Dain Ironfoot’s council, your grandmother achieved something nearly impossible: she secured a match with a member of the royal house of Erebor and that meant even more influence and higher status for your family. The King Under the Mountain himself approved of the idea.

You interrupted them, exclaiming that you wouldn’t marry anyone, not even if he was some distant relation of the king of Erebor. You were devoted to your work and wanted to be a healer, not some utterly boring lady wearing fancy and uncomfortable dresses every single day. You were a person, an individual and not a piece of meat to be traded for titles and gold.

That was when your grandfather informed you that he expected you to honor the family tradition. Both his marriage and your parents’ marriage were arranged and both couples found love and respect anyway. Looking at him, you had to admit to yourself that he was right - you adored the way your grandfather cared for your grandmother (and vice versa) and the way your parents liked to hold hands and steal kisses whenever they thought no one was looking, even after all those years of marriage. Your grandfather revealed that you weren’t to marry a distant relation of the king. You were expected to wed the Crown Prince Fili himself, the heir to the throne of the greatest dwarven kingdom on Arda. Erebor. That meant that your children (if Mahal would bless you with them) would become kings or queens. That was something even you hadn’t expected. Becoming the future Queen of Erebor...

You huffed, you groaned, you stomped… and then you walked out of the room, slamming the door behind you. You were not leaving your patients, your family, and your home just because of your grandparents’ ambitions.

Weeks passed and every single day felt like your own personal hell. Every member of your family tried to convince you to change your mind while everyone you knew started congratulating you on your upcoming wedding. Apparently the news somehow spread throughout the Iron Hills (you blamed one of your great-aunts and her talent for gossip). And if it wasn’t bad enough, one day you received a very polite, very formal and very stiff letter from your intended. The Crown Prince Fili wrote how happy he was to see you soon in Erebor after your arrival for the wedding. He wanted you to know how honored he was and how he would be a respectful husband to a great and beautiful lady as you, yadda yadda yadda. You tore his letter into pieces and burned it.

A week later, a second letter came. It was very similar to the first one. Prince Fili expressed his worry because he hadn’t received any reply and assumed his letter had been lost on the way. You left the boring letter on your desk and went to a tavern to have some fun and forget about this whole misery. You met Thorin Stonehelm there, Dain Ironfoot’s son and one of your good friends. After having a few drinks, you started carefully asking him about Fili. They were cousins and knew each other well.  Thorin told you many tales about countless drunk knife throwing contests he had with his cousins every time he visited Erebor and mentioned how the ladies oohed and aahed every time they saw Fili. The rumor had it, he was a great kisser too, as the ladies claimed, your friend said, winking at you with a grin.

“Ye’ll be happy with him, lass, I’m sure!” He added confidently.

You grunted and drank more. No way you were going to marry some amateur of sharp blades, a showoff, a drunk and a skirt chaser. Over your dead body! He was one of those irresponsible people who caused harm to others. Plenty of times you had patients who needed to be stitched because of people waving their weapons around just like the reckless prince.

You woke up with a huge hangover on the next day. It was when your own mother betrayed you, or so you thought. As you lay on your bed, your face green, the room spinning, she brought you a glass of water and some herbs to make you feel better… and then hinted at the letter you received, explaining how important it was that you responded to it. According to her, your future happiness depended on it!  She, of course, felt Prince Fili would be a good match for you. You felt pukish.

In a moment of weakness, you agreed to reply to his letter just to make her stop talking.

Being an obedient daughter, you did as you promised. You replied to that cursed letter and sent it with a raven, grinning as the bird flew off. Your letter was full of thinly veiled insults, rude phrases and venom-infused sentences. You explained to prince Fili that you loved your work as a healer, you didn’t wish to marry him, ordered him to leave you alone, and find himself another wife. Your plan was perfect. As soon as he’d receive the letter, he’d feel deeply offended and break off the engagement immediately.

But it didn’t happen. A reply came from him very soon. Crown Prince Fili wrote in angry words that he didn’t wish to marry either, he had led a happy life until this marriage idea, and a wife was the last thing he needed. A mean termagant like you wasn’t his ideal of a meek, sweet and obedient wife. He wrote that you were free to go into Morgoth’s fires and never come back for all he cared. He’d rather marry some pointy-eared tree-hugger than you!

You were furious. How dare he even compare you to a sickly thin, willowy Elf-maid with a pathetic excuse for hair, not mentioning the lack of sideburns or a proper beard? Disgusting. You were a beautiful, sturdy Dwarf-woman with long, flowing hair and your braids made many a Dwarf of any gender sigh with admiration. You poured all your anger into the letter addressed to that stupid excuse of a prince. Plus, you added that if you ever were to marry (in his dreams!), your husband would be a respectful, honorable and brave warrior who wouldn’t hide behind pieces of parchment, and it certainly would not be a drunk lecher like him.

This exchange of hate mail continued for weeks and the prince didn’t seem to stop writing nor cancelling that stupid idea of a marriage. In the meantime, your grandmother, your mother and your aunts worked on the wedding preparations even though every day you told them to stop because you were not marrying anyone. They just nodded, patted your shoulder and carried on.

You kept repeating that you won’t marry anyone while you mounted your pony and rode with your family to Erebor. You said it again when you arrived at the Lonely Mountain. You. Were. Not. Marrying. Anyone.

And then you saw the prince. Fili. Whoah.

Unfortunately, he was even more handsome than everyone said. What’s worse, you noticed that he had dimples when he smiled. You happened to have a very soft spot for dimples and golden-haired Dwarves… That was so unfair. You were determined to act in the most horrible manner towards him and not ogle him at all. You knew him all to well from your letters.

During the official meetings you had to act like a proper lady, of course. You didn’t want to disgrace your family. But whenever you met Prince Fili alone in the long corridors of Erebor, in passing, you did everything you could to be the meanest termagant he’d ever met, just like he wanted. Unfortunately, you never seemed to manage to annoy him. Whatever stinging remark you fired at him, he would bow, wish you a good day and walk away. What an annoying dwarf! What happened to the rudeness he showed in his letters?

And then your families thought it would be a good idea to make you and Prince Fili meet in private, just the two of you, and know each other a bit better. It was supposed to be a romantic candlelight dinner. You wanted to puke at the thought of spending an evening in the company of this irritating himbo of a Dwarf, but you had to do it, because families, duty, traditions, honor, blah, blah, blah, all the boring stuff. 

As you arrived for the dinner, prince Fili was already there, dressed in very fine clothes (much more comfortable than the very fancy and very uncomfortable dress you we  re forced to wear). A chaperone was present as well, to make sure nothing improper would happen. You ate the dinner in silence, exchanging polite and insincere remarks from time to time. It was one of the most boring and pointless dinners in your life. So what his eyes were like sapphires and his hair glistened like spun gold in candlelight? His looks wouldn’t make him a good husband, and besides you weren’t marrying anyone anyway.

The chaperone had to leave for a moment. As the door closed behind her, you turned to Fili as he drank his wine, offending him left and right, mocking his drinking habit, his showoff attitude at the training grounds when he took part in a warriors’ tournament and happened to win (you told him that he was a pathetic warrior, fighting with double blades and moving swiftly as a lightning, you could bet it was all rehearsed earlier!), and so on, and so forth. In your eyes, he was a pampered, spoiled prince who hadn’t even seen a real battle in his life (not that you did, but that was another matter, you were saving lives, not taking them!).

In return, Fili just looked at you with an intriguing smile on his lips and counterattacked in a surprising way, saying, “Do you know how beautiful you look when you’re angry?”

AAAARGHHHH!!! He was INFURIATING! Impossible! Horrible! And then he dared to wink at you!

You were about to stand up and shout at him, outraged by his behaviour, but then the chaperone returned and so you had to pretend you were a proper lady again. Ugh.

Trying to forget how Fili’s eyes flickered as he thanked you for the evening, wished you sweet dreams, and kissed your hand courteously wasn’t the worst of it all. Your family was invited for a customary tour of Erebor accompanied by Lord Balin and, among other places, you went to see the forges.

The forges of Erebor were a very interesting place. Sweaty, shirtless dwarves, yum! There was one among them who caught your eye. Or rather, his broad, powerful back did, as the Dwarf worked facing his anvil, a large hammer in his hand. His blond hair was gathered in a bun. His muscles played under his glistening tattooed skin.

And then Lord Balin approached him, saying a few words. The Dwarf turned towards you and…

It was Fili. Of course. And his bare chest was even more impressive than his back. And those tattoos! Somehow, you found yourself at a loss for words and quickly turned away so he couldn’t see how you… Nevermind, you weren’t marrying him anyway.

You avoided meeting Fili as much as you could since that day. Just to be on the safe side. It would be best if you could forget the way he looked in those forges or the way he smiled at you mischievously, and those dimples… But somehow you couldn’t.

One evening after a lengthy feast organized to celebrate the upcoming joining of your families (which was NOT going to happen!), during which you tried to ignore Fili as much as you could, you finally returned to your rooms and found a little bouquet of pink, sweet-smelling wildflowers on your desk. In the morning, you thanked the maid for this gesture and complimented the flowers. To your surprise, the maid didn’t know what you were talking about. She swore she hadn’t brought them and didn’t know who did.

It repeated from time to time. Sometimes, you would find these pink flowers by your plate when you arrived at yet another feast. Sometimes, your pony’s mane was adorned with the same flowers when you wanted to go for a ride. Other times, you would find the flowers at your doorstep or in a recently delivered parcel. You did all you could to figure out who was behind it, but you didn’t find any clues, besides your maid giggling every time you found another bouquet of pink flowers from your “secret admirer” as she put it. The notion was ridiculous, of course. As far as you knew, there were no dwarves interested in you and you weren’t interested in anyone. But it felt good to know that there was someone who knew how to treat a lady, unlike that arrogant, cocky prince.

You were so busy trying to find your “secret admirer” that you haven’t noticed that the day of the wedding came. You weren’t marrying anyone, that was out of the question! You wanted to be left alone to do what you wanted in life; helping people. To show that you meant it, you threw a spectacular fake tantrum, chasing away all the maids who tried to soothe “your poor nerves”. That is when your father came to you and had yet another talk with you about duty, honor and tradition, the usual boring stuff. He also said that the marriage contract that you were about to sign contained a certain clause. If it turned out that you and your future husband were too different and unable to live together, the marriage could be annulled. But first, you had to spend six months together, making an effort to live as a married couple. You reluctantly agreed to this condition. It would be an honorable way out for you. It was clear that after you unleashed the full power of your temper on the prince, he’d beg you for a way out of this torment and then you’d be free again.

You questioned your good judgement on your wedding night. As a married couple, you and Fili were given new chambers with several spacious rooms and ONE bedroom with ONE bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed in your sleeping gown, you were waiting for him to come. Your lips still tingled from the feather-like mandatory kiss Fili gave you at the wedding anvil as you became a married couple. But the hour was growing late and he wasn’t coming. Surely, he wasn’t offended by the little monologue you gave him as you left the guests for the night, informing Fili that you never wished for this marriage to succeed and wanted to be done with it quickly so you could return home to your work and do useful things instead of parading in silly dresses.

Fili wasn’t coming. And it was supposed to be your wedding night, he had to be there! Because of the tradition, of course. It was certainly not that you wanted company in that huge, beautifully carved bed. At least, not his company. Your secret admirer surely would know how to fulfil your wishes and make you feel comfortable.

You stormed out of the bedroom, outraged, searching for Fili. He had to at least appear that he spent a night with you, that was the tradition! Yes, exactly. That was what you were after. Tradition. You were just doing what your father asked you to. Nothing more.

You found Fili in his study, sleeping on a settee. He looked so peaceful and relaxed that you stood there for a few moments, looking at his face, a soft smile playing on his lips. He looked so different from the arrogant, spoiled prince you saw every day. But you also noticed the shadows under his eyes. Was he not sleeping well? Was this why he fell asleep so early instead of coming to your shared bedroom? Without a thought, you covered him with a blanket and wanted to leave as quietly as you could, but his eyes suddenly opened, and he grabbed your hand. And his lips were somehow really close to yours. And really inviting.

None of you dared to move. You even didn’t dare to breathe. When your gazes met, it was as if a spark traveled through your body. And then it all got really awkward. You weren’t about to kiss him, were you?!  You mumbled your apologies, he mumbled his apologies, and then you left his study veeeeery quickly. You hid in your own study until the morning, not daring to enter the bedroom and check whether he was there. To be on the safe side, you woke up very early and wanted to leave your study, so no one would suspect you haven’t spent the night together, but your maid was there first and she looked very surprised at you not being in the bedroom with your new husband.

Fili was already there, along with his and your family, and you both were targeted by cheeky remarks about your wedding night and lots of wishes of happiness. You nodded with a fake smile and Fili did the same. Oh, and there were the flowers by your breakfast plate. Your admirer was becoming really bold, you were a married woman now!

After breakfast, Dis, Fili’s mother, wanted to have a word with you. She voiced her concern about you and Fili not spending the night together – the maids were already talking. You expected her to be as rude as her son in his letters, but she actually was… nice and understanding. She told you that she understood that you may have been nervous because she was too before her wedding night, and that she was there for you if you needed her. “Sometimes these things take time,” she said.

You managed to find Fili and have a little chat with him. It was all extremely awkward after last night, but you knew you had to do something. Soon, everyone would start talking about you not sleeping together in the same bedroom as a husband and wife should and the last thing you wanted was anyone to blame you for this marriage’s fiasko. It was Fili who was supposed to get to know you more, hate you, and break it off. This way you and your family could honorably return home.

You agreed to sleep in the same room at nights to stop the gossip and so the next night Fili slept in an armchair by the bed you slept in. Of course you made it clear that he shouldn’t count on anything – it was just for show. There were no thoughts in your brain about how it would feel to sleep in his arms. None whatsoever.

You had problems falling asleep with Fili around and it seemed he felt the same. The snide remarks you threw at each other, blaming each ither for this whole stupid situation, somehow turned into a quiet conversation. It was easier to talk in darkness. Hours passed, you talked, and you started to see that perhaps there is more of Fili beneath his arrogant exterior. You didn’t remember how you fell asleep.

You woke up at dawn, hearing the door creak open. The maid quietly came in to stoke the fire and open the curtains. You had really nice dreams and you wanted to get back to them. You felt so warm and comfortable, and there was a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

WHAT?! “It is only me,” Fili whispered into your ear. You stiffened but did nothing, waiting for the maid to leave. When she did, he let go of you and explained that he needed to keep the appearances when he heard the maid coming in. If she saw him sleeping in that armchair, the gossip would have continued. You were ready to breathe fire at him and you told him what you thought of embracing women while they slept without their consent, but secretly you had to admit that it was a close call. You didn’t need a scandal. Besides, being embraced by him wasn’t completely awful.

And that’s how the first weeks of your marriage passed. During the day you played the perfect couple, Fili was very courteous and it was very hard to ignore the flips your heart made when he took you arm as you walked together to the throne room or when he gave you compliments where everyone was present. You couldn’t not notice that mysterious glint in his eye as he said them. It was growing more and more difficult to keep your resolve, especially after you agreed that in order to keep up the appearances, it would be best if you actually shared your spacious bed. You saw how uncomfortable sleeping on the armchair must have been to him. Maybe you were a mean termagant, but you weren’t a heartless one. And you we’re only sleeping next to each other, nothing more. Besides, waking up next to him felt rather… nice, even if he snored sometimes. To make yourself feel better, you tried to find reasons to quarrel with Fili whenever you could. You expected him to be tired with you soon and send you back home.

The pink flowers kept on appearing out of nowhere every day, so you decided to investigate the matter. It was difficult to catch the culprit, you tried to find them, but they seemed like a ghost. Once you tried to find how they found their way to your breakfast plate, you snuck out early just to see that they were already there. 

One day you came to the stable a bit earlier than usual, planning to go for a ride and you couldn’t believe your eyes. Fili was there, taking care of your pony and plaiting the pink flowers into its dark mane. What was he doing there?! How dare he! The flowers? Him?! Why?!

You confronted him at once and accused him of playing a long prank on you, making you think that you had a secret admirer! Outrageous! Your shouts were probably heard far away, but you were really angry. It was one thing to imagine you had a secret, shy, and courteous admirer, and completely another to see that it was Fili! Making fun of you! You wanted to throw him into a pile of dung!

And then he took your hands in his and said, “Tell me, how else was I supposed to show the lady who despises me that I admire her?” “But you said I were a mean termagant! And you didn’t want to marry either!” you protested. “This is true, but then I saw you, I got to know you and admire your fierce character,” Fili smiled at you. “Didn’t you say you wanted a meek and obedient wife?” you gasped. “I would die of boredom with one. But with you, every day is a challenge and I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you heard Fili say with a sudden softness in his eyes. “I need a feisty wife, if she will have me.”

It took you a while to gather your thoughts, but then you simply said: “Stop talking and kiss me, you arrogant prince!” “You really are a mean termagant, you know that, right?” Fili chuckled. “Shhhh!” you interrupted him and then your lips met, and none of you felt like saying anything for a very long time.

Kissing your husband was definitely going to be one of your favorite pastimes. Perhaps being married wasn’t that bad after all…?

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[the-sewerrats]

Kili and fili would actually have so much fun helping raise Frodo, and that’s so important

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[enchantzz]

I tried something new. Writing a Middle Earth story about young Fili and Kili and Uncle Thorin. I was inspired by this amazing piece of art by @sugarsu Here is the link to the original post. If you like the artwork, please consider reblogging the original post as well.

In the woods of Ered Luin

Summary: Uncle Thorin is taking care of young Fili and Kili and they visit the woods in the area of Ered Luin, The Blue Mountains. Just a lot of fluff and a somewhat anxious Thorin at times, but we all know the boys, so we can't really blame him 😉

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It was still early, but Fili and Kili had already been running around since their eyes had opened to a beautiful day in Ered Luin. Dis and Thorin were sitting at the kitchen table, quietly drinking their coffee and listening to the chatter and laughter of the boys. Thorin usually didn’t have a lot of time, so he valued these family moments very much.

Thorin had offered to spend the day with his little nephews. His dear sister Dis had gratefully accepted the offer and looked forward to having some time to herself. But as soon as Thorin had offered to take the boys, next to excitement a little pang of fear hit him. What mayhem would he encounter this fine day? Nothing ever did not happen, something always did.

Thorin mustered up his courage and got up to fetch the boys. When he saw a heap of pebbles, blankets, pillows and a cat on top of it, he wondered what had happened in the few minutes he had taken his eyes off of them. Shaking his head, he said, 'Come on boys, get your coats, put on your boots.’

The heap of blankets, pillows, pebbles and cat immediately came apart and two pairs of eyes looked at him questioningly. 'Where are we going uncle Thorin?' they asked. 

“You’ll see. Now come on, get ready,’ he told them.

Not long after, they entered the forest near the Blue Mountains. It was a beautiful day so far, but the big furry clouds in the distance promised some well deserved rain for the plants and wildlife in the forest. The leaves were softly rustling in the breeze, birds were chirping and singing, insects buzzing. The forest was so full of life, yet so peaceful. 

Kili was jumping and running around. There was so much to see. Flowers, plants, little rocks, insects. Thorin smiled. That boy never seemed to run out of energy. Fili was usually much more reserved and quiet. He was walking alongside Thorin, observing the woods, asking him all kinds of questions and Thorin was answering them patiently.

‘What animals will we see today uncle Thorin?’ Fili asked. ‘Will there be moose? And wolves? What about bunnies? Oh look, uncle Thorin, what kind of bird is that?’ his little fingers pointing at a bird with a bright red chest, singing its morning song on one the branches of a big oak tree.

Thorin cringed at the idea of encountering a wolf and the pebbles being in danger, but he didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, for Kili came running up to him. 

‘Look uncle Thorin, look what I have!’ he exclaimed enthusiastically. He was holding something in his tiny hands, careful not to drop it. Thorin crouched down. ‘What have you got there little man?’ 

Kili opened his little hands and a black spider crawled out. ‘You can have it uncle Thorin,’ he said proudly and with a big grin on his face. ‘I fetched it for you.’

Oh dear, how to get himself out of that situation.

‘I think the spider is …,’ he started

‘Ciaran’,  Kili said.

‘What?’ Thorin looked at Kili, confused.

‘It’s name is Ciaran,’ Kili explained.

Thorin raised his eyebrows at that and scratched his beard. Wow, he had only just found the spider and it already had a name as if it were part of the family and needed to be taken up in the Durin family tree.

The new addition to the line of Durin was quickly forgotten though, when a rustle of leaves alerted Thorin and he looked in the direction of the sound. The word ‘wolves’ still fresh in his mind, he grabbed Kili and told him to be quiet. He checked on Fili, who was crouching down beside Thorin, imitating his uncle and all three of them looked in the direction of the moving bushes nearby.

A little spooked by Fili’s question about wolves, Thorin wished that he had brought his sword. He held his breath, but he sighed with relief when a deer and a fawn appeared and not a big bad wolf. 

‘Oh look uncle Thorin,’ Kili pointed at the fawn, ‘A baby deer! Can we go pet it?’ he asked excitedly.

‘No, Kili,’ Thorin said, ‘They are erm … having breakfast. It’s best to leave them be.’ 

Kili sighed disappointedly and Thorin chuckled.

‘Come on boys, let’s go about our way. There is a stream not far from here.’ 

That also got Fili excited and both pebbles ran ahead, their chatter and laughter echoing between the trees. It warmed Thorin 's heart to see them so excited and happy. With a smile on his face, he followed his nephews in the direction of the stream. 

The clouds, which had seemed so far away at the start of their walk, now gathered above them, hiding the sun and making the forest a little darker. Drops of rain started to fall and the calming sound of the raindrops falling on the foliage and the fresh smell of wet earth had a calming effect on Thorin. All anxiety about wolves forgotten. 

He loved the woods, the sounds, the smells. He filled his lungs with a deep breath of fresh air and for a moment closed his eyes and held his face up to the sky, the fresh rain drops gently falling on his face, his beard and his long, dark hair, which was held back with a beautiful handcrafted clip in the form of a raven. 

He stood there, enjoying the moment, but then, at once, snapped back to reality. It had gone quiet. Even though shouting and noise usually didn’t mean anything good when the boys were concerned, neither did absolute silence. He quickened his pace and almost tripped over a boot and another one and another. He followed the trail of boots, picking them up. Apparently, the boys had decided that they no longer needed those. 

He approached the stream and saw Fili crouched down, his blue cape over his head and his chin resting in the palm of his hand.  Kili was perched on his hands and knees on a flat stone in the stream.  They were studying a black bird which was hopping from stone to stone in the stream. The bird paused, sat on a stone and curiously turned its head from side to side, seemingly as curious as the boys. It was altogether a peaceful sight, the dripping sound of the raindrops making little circles in the water, the gently flowing stream, and the boys watching the bird, watching the boys.

Thorin crouched down next to Fili and put his big hand on Fili’s tiny shoulder. So that’s why the little rascals had gone quiet, he thought and smiled.

‘Can we keep him uncle?' Kili asked, breaking the silence. ‘Can we take him home so that we can show him to amad?’

‘No my dear boy, your mother wouldn’t be very happy if you took a bird home. It lives here, in the forest, you know. This is its home.  Everyone and everything has its own place in this world and the woods is where the bird belongs. It would be sad if it had to leave his home. You don’t want it to be sad, do you?’

Thorin heard himself say the words and for a moment sadness hit him. His thoughts went to Erebor, his home, where he belonged and which he had been forced to leave and for which he longed with all his heart. One day, he would return to the Lonely Mountain. He was sure of it.

He didn’t have long to think about it, because a frog hopped out of the water, onto the stone chasing off the bird. 

Kili giggled and reached for the frog. ‘Can we take …’ he started.

‘No, Kili, we can’t take the frog home either,’ Thorin said sternly, but he had a hard time keeping a straight face. Kili seemed to want to take home every animal and insect he encountered. Thorin was sure that Dis wouldn’t appreciate a zoo in her home. 

After a moment, Thorin got up and said, ‘Come on boys, put your boots back on. Let’s go see if amad has something nice to fill your bellies ok? You must be hungry after all these adventures.’ 

With that, the frog was all about forgotten, the boys hurried to put their boots on and off they went with Thorin in tow. Thorin was quietly enjoying the walk back home, while Kili and Fili chased after butterflies, found treasures - read 'stones' - along the way, chased each other and left Thorin wondering if he, Frerin and Dis had ever had the same amount of energy as these two boys. 

The rain had stopped, the sun had broken through the clouds, its rays illuminating the way home and he couldn’t have been more relaxed.

By the time they got home, Thorin was quite proud of himself that so far, the day had passed without any incidents and mayhem under his supervision. He was grateful for the family time, but also, deep down, grateful to be handing them back over to their mother, his dear sister, whom he admired more and more, every time he looked after the boys.  But also deep down, he longed for another day with his nephews, whom he loved as if they were his own sons.

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[myths0f01d]

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

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[v1olentdelights]

Too Late For Tea?

Company x reader, bilbo x reader, kind of a little bit fili x reader. Female reader

TW: nothing? Let me know if there is, though!

Summary: Hopefully, being 5 minutes late qualifies as just on time for the group of ruffians.

a/n: Hopefully, this is written well! I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to request anything! Also, I'm pretty sure the song is from HTTYD? I can't really remember

Knock, knock, knock

Bilbo had just gotten comfortable for his afternoon tea. It was 3:05

"I swear if it’s that Brandyfoot again…" Much to his surprise, it was not ‘that Brandyfoot’ but an old friend. The look of utter shock that crosses his face is almost hysterical.

"Y/N? What -" he lets out a scuff of disbelief."What are you doing here?" It had been many months since their trek to Erebor. You had been brought along as a healer. You had minor magical abilities, being able to mend gashes and such or help one hold on a bit longer when close to death. It also helped that you had been training and experimenting in natural healing processes.

It was a miracle that Gandalf had decided to bring you, seeing as you had saved the King and the Princes. Bilbo had practically jumped at you after Thorin began to breathe again. They all had been singing your praise, but Bilbo was the loudest of all. You had saved part of his newfound family.

Though they say they could never truly repay you, they did invite you to work in Erebor under the best conditions. To be the royals personal healer while providing you with the proper supplies and protection when you left to study new plants for antidotes.

It was in those early days that Bilbo and y/n would write to each other often, but soon 6 days between letters became weeks, which became months. And without contact for many a month, could it be possible that…

No, no, he couldn’t have. Right? Was Bilbo forgetting them?

"Well, you said tea time was at 3, and we were always invited. I hope the offer still stands and that we aren't too late." A timid smile crossed your face as you waited for Bilbo's response.

"Of course! I cannot believe we have lost contact, you must-" the realization crossed his face "we?"

"Surprise!" 13 other voices joined, causing the hobbit to step back a bit in surprise. Everyone pushed into the hobbit hole, hugging or patting his shoulder. Bilbo was stunned at the affection. He had forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by the lively group. You stood back watching all the men, for some reason it almost brought tears to your eyes, their little found family was back together.

A few of the dwarves - Bofur, Dwalin, Nori, and Gloin - stepped out to tug in a few large bags.

"We thought we would bring the feast to you this time.” Balin smiled as everyone began unpacking in the kitchen.

—- — —- —-

You all had gathered around the hobbits table, every plate full to the brim, ale (and tea) filled the cups. The loud laughter and conversations brought you back to that fateful night, though this time Bilbo was engaged and was actually laughing.

“So then we went to the forges, and there was this lass just standing there at my station!” Nori shouted with a hearty laugh. “And I was beginning to worry she was lost. But when I asked her for a name, she said ‘Dana, Dana Buffer.’ She is the best smith in Moria!”

All of the dwarves were catching up with one another and catching Bilbo up. It seemed as though nothing had changed. Then there was a sudden knock on the door, for a moment everyone stilled before Bilbo rose to answer it.

“To think I wasn’t even invited to the reunion of our dear group.” Gandalf the Grey had arrived fashionably late, just like always. He quickly took a seat next to Thorin, who was next to Bilbo, and tuned into all the conversations.

"So, Gandalf, where have you been off to? Learning yet another fashionable way to exhale your friend Old Toby?" Fili had joked.

"Why yes, and I was accompanied by a friend." He replied sincerely

"Friend? I thought we were your friends, Gandalf." Kili said, to an outsider it would seem he was truly hurt. Though you knew better, you all did.

"All have you know, I have many friends. Ones who are much kinder and wiser than the lot of you combined!"

Of course, the old man was joking, though you did wonder who exactly had kept his company after the battle.

The festivities carried into the late evening, which was then filled with songs, Fili and Kili on the fiddles, Nori and Ori on the flutes, and the rest filling the room with their voices.

"For the darling y/n," Bifur winked at you. The lot of them began a small jig, given the space of the living room (even with all the furniture moved).

My dearest one, my darling dear

Your mighty words astound me

But I've no need for mighty deeds

When I feel your arms around me

But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry (oh, would you?)

And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me

And before you knew it, you were up singing and dancing alongside them. Linking arms while swirling around.

I have no use for rings of gold

I care not for your poetry

I only want your hand to hold

I only want you near me

To love and kiss to sweetly hold

For the dancing and the dreaming

Through all life's sorrows

And delights

To many of the company, you had become like a sibling. You couldn't help but laugh at the meaning behind the song you had helped craft for them to impress some dwarrowdams.Though your one saw you as something more, the both of you sneaking many glances throughout your dance.

I'll keep your laugh inside me

I'll swim and sail a savage seas

With never a fear of drowning

I'd gladly ride the waves so white

And you will marry me!

As the song ended you found yourself plopping on the ground, panting from the exertion of energy. Bilbo had been watching and humming along, though he noticed the stares between you and Fili. However before he could question you, the dwarves began another song.

----

By the end of the night, it was just you and Bilbo left in the living room. Gandalf had excused himself quite a bit ago, saying he had some business to attend to. The rest of the company had either fallen asleep or had simply drifted to their own rooms in a little guest hobbit hole Bilbo had made.

"Come y/n, I have something I want to show you." He gently grabbed your hand before leading you out the door and around the little hill in which his house was built. Nearby, far enough to not damage his hobbit hole, but close enough to enjoy was a tree. It had not fully grown yet, though it was still fairly mature.

"What is this?" You asked as you marveled at the beautiful leaves.

"It's the acorn. Or I guess from the acorn. It grew slowly and healthily. Now it is something beautiful." He had a knowing smile on his face.

"Well, I'm sure it took quite a bit of work and time to make sure it grew properly."

"That it did. Here I have a seat." He pulled you to sit next to him on a little bench next to the trunk of the tree. "Tell me." He said.

"Well, you knew about the feelings harboring about halfway through the journey." He simply nodded his head in acknowledgment."It was just that for a long time after… just feelings. But I knew it was more, I knew that he was my One after I felt the life leaving his body." You felt a shiver run down your spine at the mere thought of losing him. "After the battle, I found the courage to tell him." With that Bilbo’s face lit up.

You and the hobbit had formed a special bond due to you being outsiders to the company. There was no doubt in your mind that you both would be good friends even after the mission was complete. Therefore, you confided in him about these conflicting feelings. He continually urged you to tell the dwarf of your affection, but you held it in. You could never forgive yourself if it had ended up distracting him or, even worse, destroyed the friendship you had begun to make.

“And?” It was funny, Bilbo seemed almost more invested in your love life than you did.

“Well…” you reached up into your hair and pulled it aside to show off your courting braid. Then, the most surprising yet most wonderful thing happened. Bilbo giggled and clapped his hands before crushing you in a hug.

“You did it! I am so proud of you!” Your heart felt full. Bilbo rose and jumped a tiny bit with joy “We must make something to celebrate this!”

“NO!” The yell was a surprise to you. “I mean- we haven’t told the others yet. You can’t say anything.” You reached out to grab his hand, “Please.”

“Very well, but you know they are going to find out sooner than later, right?"

"Yes, yes, we know. Kili already knows, and I'm sure half them suspect it. Did you see the show they put on this evening?" You laughed.

"You make a fine couple. Both complement each other well. I'm happy for you." It was a simple statement, but since you hadn't exactly gone public with the whole thing, such a simple comment went a long way. He smiled at you warmly before patting your leg and standing up.

"Well, we best be getting to bed. And what a sad day it is that I happen to be short a bed for you, looks as though you must have to share with someone." Before you could comment he had skipped inside.

Oh, how you missed your family, and oh, how happy you were to be reunited.

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[runesandramblings]

Violent Delights

Word Count: 6200

Pairings: Kili x reader

Warnings: Unhappy arranged marriage but nothing violent or abusive

Description: A forbidden romance blossoms between King Thranduil's arranged bride to be and the Prince of Erebor. (Loosely inspired by Romeo & Juliet without the death part.)

Will make a part 2 if you guys want it. :)

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which as they kiss consume.

The breeze felt wonderful against your skin after being indoors for so long. You inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh scent of the forest to fill your lungs as you relished in the sounds around you. The chirping birds, the rustling leaves… The walls you’d been kept behind were quiet, far too quiet for your taste. You were used to the sounds of life in the forest, and to be surrounded by the familiar noises once again filled you with delight. 

“Lady (Y/N), we should probably get back.” 

Temporarily, at least. 

You turned to look back at your escort. Tauriel, the captain of King Thranduil’s guard, had been reassigned as your personal escort the day you’d arrived. She was around your age, both of you quite young for elves, and in spite of the differences in your position she’d grown to be a close friend. Your only friend, really. 

“You don’t have to call me that.” You reminded her once again. 

She smiled, and you knew she would continue no matter how many times you told her otherwise.

“You are a lady, are you not? Soon to be the queen?” 

You grimaced at the reminder.

“Unfortunately.” You muttered under your breath. It was probably loud enough for her to hear, but you didn’t care. She was well aware of your feelings on the arrangement. 

You had not come to the kingdom under your own will. Your father, a high lord of another elven kingdom, had desired an alliance between your people and the much more powerful elves of Mirkwood. In exchange for protection and trade agreements, he’d offered King Thranduil your hand. You were both surprised the king had actually accepted, and as soon as word arrived of his agreement to the terms you’d been sent off to Mirkwood the very same afternoon. 

It was well known to many that the king had tragically lost his wife in a battle against orcs many years before. You were as shocked as anyone that he’d agreed to marry again, after he’d been intentionally alone for so many years. Upon your arrival he had been quick to inform you that the marriage was one purely of convenience, as your people had much to offer Mirkwood. Outside of that one conversation, you had not spent any time alone with the king. You’d not spent any time with him at all, really. Aside from the occasional dinner, which was also usually attended by his son, you had only seen Thranduil a handful of times since you’d arrived in Mirkwood a month before.

He was not unkind. From the small interactions you’d had with him he did not appear to be cruel or malicious. You sensed his hardened exterior had a lot to do with the loss of his first wife, and you could not fault him for that. For the most part since your arrival you had been left to your own devices within the walls of the kingdom. Thranduil had given you your own private chambers. They were large and luxurious, with the finest silken tapestries and hand carved furniture you could imagine. Your time was yours alone, as the king never sought an audience with you, and you spent it as you pleased. You’d grown close to Tauriel very quickly, and Thranduil’s son Legolas was also good company. 

Though you could hardly complain about the lavish treatment and unending free time, it had grown into a lonely existence. Your chambers, though massive, felt cold and empty without someone to share it with. You’d explored every nook and cavern of Mirkwood, read every book and parchment in the library, and quickly grew tired of the same mundane routine you’d fallen into. Which, subsequently, led to your trip outside of the kingdom walls with Tauriel. 

Speaking of Tauriel. You felt her step closer to you as she whispered in your ear.

“It could be far worse, (Y/N). I know this is not what you wanted, but Thranduil is a fair and noble man. You will have a good life here.” 

You knew she was right. As a highborn lady in your home kingdom, you’d watched many friends married off to unsavory men over the years. Of all the arrangements you could have ended up with, you’d been matched to the King of Mirkwood. You knew you would live a good life, a luxurious life. But you also knew you were walking into a loveless marriage, and the prospect of being alone pained you. Elves lived long lives, and you couldn’t imagine being a wife in name only for a thousand years or longer. You desired love and true companionship. 

As you looked back at her, nodding your head in resignation of the truth you knew she spoke, she gestured over her shoulder towards the direction of the gate. Time to return. You relented in defeat, following her as she began winding her way back through the woodland trails. The forest was safe now, the spiders having been driven off for good shortly after the Battle of the Five. The king was still reluctant to allow anyone to leave, and it had taken some persuasion on Tauriel’s part to get him to allow the adventure. You hoped he would consent to regular walks in the forest, so long as you didn’t try to abuse the privilege. He did not strike you as a controlling man, but he was certainly protective of his kingdom and those within it.

You took one last, deep breath of the fresh air before you stepped through the heavily guarded doors behind Tauriel. As you turned to say your goodbyes for the evening, you were approached by a taller, dark haired elf. You recognized him as one of Thranduil’s personal servants as he bowed before you. 

“Lady (Y/N), the king has requested an audience.” 

You looked between the messenger and Tauriel, unable to hide the expression of surprise that crossed your features. Thranduil had sent for you? 

Tauriel nodded politely to you as she bowed, dismissing herself as the servant gestured for you to follow him. 

“You know where to find me should you need me, my lady.” She said before turning and departing.

You followed the servant down the winding corridors, through the only passageways you were still unfamiliar with in the kingdom. As you and Thranduil had separate chambers and living spaces, you hadn’t had cause to explore the areas surrounding his rooms. You were surprised to find he had summoned you into his private quarters, rather than his throne room or the dining hall you semi-frequently gathered in. 

The servant came to a halt in front of a large set of ornate doors and he knocked once before opening it, gesturing for you to step through. You stepped inside and the doors closed behind you. The servant didn’t follow you in, and as you continued on alone your mind raced with the possibilities of why Thranduil might have requested to speak with you. 

You were surprised to find his chambers were not much more lavish than your own. He’d clearly spared no expense on your living quarters, as his shared the same style of furniture and tapestries as yours did. The only visible difference you could detect was that his rooms were just a slight bit larger than yours. As you rounded the corner into the main living area you found the king at last. He was standing with his back to you, and as you approached he did not turn to greet you. You stopped a few yards away from him, standing awkwardly with your hands clasped together. He was a king, after all, and you were uncertain if you should speak first. Surely he’d heard you enter. 

After several long moments of silence, Thranduil finally spoke. 

“How have you been finding the kingdom?” He asked, his back still turned to you. His arms moved as he spoke, and from behind it looked as though he were fidgeting with something on the table he stood before.

“Fine, your majesty.” You said quietly, not bothering to elaborate. You didn’t think he’d care too much for the details anyway.

“Have you been treated well?” He continued, still not turning to face you.

“Yes, your majesty.” 

“You may call me Thranduil.” He finally turned, holding two goblets of red wine in his hands. He handed you one and took a long sip from his own before continuing. “We are to be wed, after all. Even if it is merely an arrangement.” 

You nodded wordlessly as you accepted the glass. You remained silent, uncertain of what to say. He paused for a moment before he pivoted on his heel and began to walk back in the direction he’d come.

“I have received an invitation from King Thorin.” As he spoke he paced around the room, sipping from his goblet. It was clear he was as uncertain of what to do in your presence as you were in his. “They are holding a celebration in honor of the anniversary of Erebor’s reclamation. Would you care to attend with me?” 

That was surprising. Despite the joint effort it took between the dwarves and elves to defeat the orc armies, they were still not on the best of terms. Thorin had, after all, attempted to keep the elves’ jewels to himself and nearly started a war between the two clans as a result. There was an uneasy peace between the two, now that the dwarves resided in the mountain once again, and you were surprised that Thranduil would be willing to travel all that way to be in the company of dwarves.

“Yes your ma- Thranduil.” You quickly corrected yourself.

He paused and turned to look at you, though he did not make a move to step closer. 

“I do not expect love to grow between us.” He said flatly.  “But we should be able to tolerate each other, should we not?” 

You nodded.

“Yes, I would say so.” 

He nodded in return as he held his wine glass out, indicating a toast. 

“Very well then. We leave in one week's time.” 

** 

The journey from Mirkwood to Erebor had taken two days, and with the lavish way in which Thranduil liked to travel it was not an uncomfortable trek as you’d anticipated. You arrived at the mountain kingdom well rested, and rather excited at the prospect of a feast. From what the king had explained of dwarvish parties he remembered from the late King Thror’s time, the feast could go on for days. You would be arriving at the tail end of the celebration, as Thranduil had planned. Dwarves were apparently a rambunctious bunch, and as Thorin had requested Thranduil stay and tour the mountain afterwards he had not wanted to spend more time with them than he needed. 

Erebor was as magnificent as you’d been told. It was amazing how the mountain had been transformed and rebuilt in merely a year's time. Though you were used to the splendor of elven realms, as both Mirkwood and your birth home were lavish and beautiful, there was something awe-inspiring about the kingdom under the mountain. The halls were endless, sprawling on in either direction as far as your eyes could see. The ceilings were impossibly high, and despite the kingdom being built into the side of a mountain there seemed to be an abundance of light flowing from any given direction. To look down at the winding staircases that led deeper into the heart of the mountain would make you dizzy, if you stared too long. The stone walls were carved and inlaid with intricate designs of gold and silver, telling the tales and the history of the line of Durin. You had studied many languages, and Khuzdul was one you were somewhat familiar with. You’d found yourself stopping every few feet along the walk to your chambers to read the inscriptions on the walls. 

Legolas, Tauriel, and a handful of others had made the journey along with yourself and Thranduil. The dwarves had spared no luxury for your group, as you’d each been housed in your own private chamber within the mountain. Dwarvish extravagance was very different from that of your elven home. Where the elves valued natural elegance, which involved a lot of carved wood and intricate silks, the dwarves had more of a rugged taste. Your rooms consisted of chiseled stone furniture and fixtures, inlaid with even more gold and a number of jewels you had never laid eyes on before. Though it was very different from your home in Mirkwood, it still felt comfortable and welcoming. 

The dwarf servant that had been assigned to your care had asked what could be provided to make your stay more enjoyable, and she was delighted at your request for books to read later in the evening. She seemed impressed at your ability to read and understand Khuzdul, as many elves didn’t care or bother to learn the language of the dwarves. You’d noticed the air of arrogance Thranduil and Legolas, and even Tauriel, had displayed since your arrival, and you made it your mission to change the dwarves’ opinion of elves, even if the others chose not to do the same. 

After resting and dressing for dinner, you’d met Thranduil and the others in the hall. He extended his arm out to you automatically, as though it were expected rather than something he cared to do. You’d accepted it regardless. As you walked along he did not look down at you, or even acknowledge your dress or appearance for the event. Was this the life you were destined for? Emotionless, cold… Doing things merely out of duty and not from love? You felt your heart sink as you walked along beside the king. It was a lonely existence. 

The feast was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was chaos. There were long, sprawling tables lined with food and more dwarves than you could count. As you watched, food flew from every side of the room, ale spilled across the tabletops and onto the floor, and dwarves moved about, falling over themselves and each other. It was clear the drinking had been going on for much longer than the actual feast. 

“They behave like animals.” Thranduil muttered under his breath. 

Despite having never been in the company of dwarves before, you found yourself surprisingly unbothered by their behavior. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, which was more than you could say for your royal escort. It was certainly more rambunctious than any elvish party you had ever attended, but at least they were having a good time. 

As your party approached a large table at the head of the room, one of the dwarves stood to greet you. He was dark haired with a matching dark beard. Streaks of gray peppered both his long hair and speckled his face, and with the gold and emerald crown atop his head you took him to be the king. As he stood he extended his hand in a greeting.

“King Thranduil.” He bowed his head out of respect to the elven king as he placed his hand across his chest. “We are pleased you could make the journey.” 

Thranduil nodded tightly in return, also bowing his head to Thorin to your surprise. 

“King Thorin.” He said politely, though you could hear the hint of tension in his voice.  “This is my betrothed, Lady (Y/N). You’ve met my son, Prince Legolas.” 

Thorin nodded at you both before gesturing to the dwarves seated on either side of him. On one side sat a woman, with dark hair similar to his own. They shared a stark resemblance, down to the neatly trimmed beard she wore as well. On his other side sat a younger dwarf, who also matched the seeming familial resemblance to the other two. He had wavy, golden hair with braids woven through. His braided mustache bounced as he nodded his head in respect. 

“A pleasure, my lady. My prince. This is my sister, Lady Dis. My nephew and heir, Prince Fili. My other nephew will be joining us shortly.” As he spoke he gestured to two empty seats on the opposite side of the prince. “King Thranduil, would you and your betrothed join us at the head table?” 

Your eyes traveled to the spot down from the empty spaces. You recognized the king of the newly rebuilt city of Dale, Bard. The one who had been responsible for slaying Smaug, if you remembered the story correctly. 

Thranduil’s increasingly strained smile caught your attention from the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t help but smirk a bit in response. You knew the last thing he’d wanted for the evening was to be sandwiched between the dwarves he still wasn’t overly fond of and the humans he held in equal disdain. However you knew his kingly pride would not allow him to turn down the offer. You, on the other hand, were excited to continue on with your mission of making the dwarves see the elves in a better light. 

“We’d be honored.” He said, forcing an even larger fake smile. As another dwarf servant appeared and escorted Legolas and the others to their table, Thranduil gestured for you to choose your seat first. Unable to resist the humor of making the king even more uncomfortable, you opted for the seat next to Bard, leaving Thranduil no choice but to sit and make conversation with the dwarven king and prince. 

“It’s a pleasure, my lady.” King Bard said as you sat, extending his hand to help you into your seat. “I was not aware that King Thranduil had taken a bride.” 

“It’s a new development.” You said, quickly attempting to divert the conversation away from your engagement. “How is the work on the city going?” 

As the two of you made light conversation and exchanged pleasantries, speaking of the rebuild of Dale and the newly reformed relations between dwarves, elves, and men, you began to lose track of time. Several courses came and went, and ale and wine continued to flow freely. Though the elvish tolerance made your kind more resistant to the influence of alcohol, the steady refilling of your goblet as you chatted and sipped away had your head spinning before you’d realized what had happened. You began to feel warm, and as you breathed in and out your corset suddenly felt overwhelmingly restrictive around your chest. 

Air. You needed air. 

Without thinking you turned to your fiance, grabbing his arm in an attempt to get his attention. 

“Thranduil.”

He turned to you, and as his eyes met yours his brief look of annoyance quickly turned into one of concern as he noticed your flushed and panicked face. 

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly, and you were surprised to find that he actually appeared to be worried for your wellbeing. 

You nodded in reassurance, not wanting to cause a scene as you felt the eyes of Bard and Thorin also turning to you.

“I’m just feeling a bit warm, I think I’m going to step out for a moment.”

Thranduil gave a small nod in return, and you quickly stood and excused yourself from the table.

You were uncertain of where to go, as you’d only arrived in the mountain earlier that day and had not had a chance to get to know your way around. The way back to your room felt somewhat familiar, and you decided a quick stroll there and back might help clear your head. As you wove through the crowd, deftly avoiding numerous drunk and stumbling dwarves, you found that a makeshift dance floor had formed directly in front of the entrance, and only exit, to the great hall. You were unfamiliar with the dwarvish music, but it was much softer and merrier than you expected. Dozens of couples twirled around, following footwork that was unknown to you but something they seemed to know by heart. You were transfixed for several moments, watching them move about with an ease and grace that you didn’t know came so naturally to dwarves. After a few minutes you remembered your desire for some air, and decided you’d still like a short break from the commotion before you returned to the table. You tried to move nimbly along the outskirts of the dance floor, trying to avoid crashing into dancing dwarves as you stayed as far out of the way as possible. As you turned back to watch momentarily, still intrigued, you felt yourself collide solidly with another body. Before you had the chance to correct your footing you found you were falling backward. You braced yourself for the impact, but before your body could crash into the stone floor a pair of arms wrapped tightly around you, and you felt yourself being pulled into a broad chest. 

Your gaze turned forward, looking for the source of your rescue in order to thank whoever had saved you from splitting your head open. As your eyes searched the space in front of you they spotted the top of a head of brown hair; the person to whom it was attached stood a few inches shorter than you. It was a dwarf, if you had to guess. He was still cradling you tightly against him, as though he anticipated you might fall backward again at any moment. You felt his grasp loosen as he leaned back to look up at you, though his arms still remained wrapped around your body.

He was young. The difference in how dwarves and elves aged was unfamiliar to you, but judging by his lack of a beard and softer features you assumed he was not an elder. He had wavy brown hair that was pulled partially back, save for a few loose strands and a fringe of bangs that framed his face and a pair of dazzling brown eyes. Though he lacked the fuller beard and mustache that most dwarves wore he did have a sprinkling of stubble across his face. The lack of a beard allowed you to fully appreciate his chiseled jawline and lips, the latter of which currently sported a wide grin. He was quite handsome, and you couldn’t help but stand and stare down at the stranger for several long moments. 

Too long, you realized. How long had you been standing in silence, staring at the nameless man? It would surely look bad if anyone from your party came strolling by.

“I’m sorry sir-” You started. As you stuttered out an apology you moved to step backward, and subsequently tripped again. The young dwarf immediately grasped your arm tighter to steady you and you felt a blush creep into your cheeks in response. So much for the grace and elegance of the elves. 

“The fault was entirely mine, my lady.” He said in return, his kind smile widening at your flustered speech and clumsiness. He didn’t appear to be bothered by your awkwardness; on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy it. His touch lingered on your arm, ensuring you would not fall again before he slowly released his grasp. 

“I’d hardly say so, you were merely walking by and I was not watching where I was going.” Despite your embarrassment you felt a smile spread across your face as well. The kind twinkle in his eyes was contagious, and you quickly felt your fluster fade the longer the two of you spoke.

“Well if you’re so inclined to make amends, you can honor me with a dance.” As he spoke he extended his hand toward you, and in the same motion he nodded his head toward the mass of dancing bodies. The music had slowed to something much less upbeat, something you were sure even you could keep up with. 

You paused. The nameless man had intrigued you, that was for certain. But would dancing with a random dwarf enrage your royal fiance? You craned your neck to look back in the direction of the table you had been sat at with Thranduil and the other royals, but from your position near the dance floor you could not see them. Which meant more than likely they could not see you either. Even so, would it really be that big of a deal? You were supposed to be making peace, after all. 

“That seems only fair.” You said as you turned back to face him. As you accepted his outstretched hand he grasped it tightly, as if he were afraid you’d disappear, and pulled you to the floor. 

The two of you came to a halt in the middle of the mass of bodies. You were surrounded by other dancing pairs on every side, safely hidden away from any watchful eyes. As you rested your hand on his shoulder and entwined the fingers of your free hand with his you felt his other hand rest on your hip. The light touch sent a wave of goosebumps up the side of your body. It was more contact than you’d ever had with the man who was supposed to become your husband. Every point of contact your body had with the stranger felt as though it were on fire. 

Seeming to know you were unfamiliar with the music he took the lead, tugging you gently back and forth until you became comfortable with the simple steps of the dance. You swayed together for a few moments, neither speaking but simply watching each other in a comfortable silence. Though he was a bit shorter than you it was not by much. He stood at eye level with your nose, and you wondered if he were tall for a dwarf, or if you were short for an elf. Thranduil and the others had towered over Thorin, so you expected it was the latter. You had often been one of the smaller elves wherever you’d gone. 

“So you are not from the Iron Hills, I take it.” He grinned up at you as he finally spoke, stating the obvious. There were many physical differences between elves and dwarves, but if your ears and impossibly long hair had not given you away your dress certainly would have. The high-necked and fitted gowns of the dwarven women were a stark contrast to the lower cut and flowing gowns of the elves. 

“I am not.” You confirmed. 

“Are you from Mirkwood?” He continued.

“I am living in Mirkwood, but I am from somewhere farther.” 

“And are all the elves as graceful as you?” He asked. As he spoke he attempted to keep a serious face, as though it were a genuine inquiry. He failed, and before you had the chance to respond to his prodding a smirk broke through his stoic expression. 

“Well I’ve often suspected I’m not entirely an elf.” You said matter-of-factly, playing along with his teasing. “Grace has never been my strong suit.” 

“Why do you say that?” 

“I didn’t know my mother. My father does not speak of her. And as you’ve so keenly pointed out, I do lack the natural elegance of the elves.” Why were you telling him this? You’d only just met the man, and yet you found yourself spilling out the innermost things you’d only ever wondered to yourself. 

“And the height.” He quipped, confirming your earlier thoughts. “But you are no less stunning.” 

You felt a warmth spread across your face, and you were certain you’d blushed a scarlet red. He was more forward than you were used to, and although you enjoyed the company of the cheeky dwarf you were also an engaged woman. To a king, no less. You’d become lost in the conversation, fully absorbed in the moments shared with the handsome stranger. To the point you had almost forgotten you were still in the center of a crowded dance floor. You realized the two of you had stopped moving and instead stood staring at each other again. His eyes were mesmerizing. His fringe of bangs had fallen partially to cover them, and you felt yourself drawn to reach forward and brush them away.

“Are you from Erebor?” You quickly asked, sidestepping his compliment. “Or have you traveled for the celebration?” You turned your gaze to the couples around you and tugged on his hand, indicating you should start moving again. 

Out of the corner of your eye you could see his lopsided grin return, fully aware that you’d avoided the second part of his earlier statement. He followed your lead and began to sway with you, though you noted his grip had tightened on your hip. 

“I live here.” 

“Did you live here before the…” You trailed off, uncertain of how the dwarves spoke of the years the mountain stood uninhabited. Was it a sore subject still? 

“Before the dragon?” He finished. “No. Why do I look that old?” His eyebrows furrowed together as he spoke, his expression unreadable. 

You’d offended him.

“N- no. You don’t. I didn’t- I mean-” You felt your face flush red again as you stumbled over your words. Of course he couldn’t have been old enough to have lived through Smaug. Could he? 

He laughed. 

“I’m only joking.” He assured you. As he spoke he stopped moving again, and gestured over his shoulder to the exit you’d been attempting to make it to before. “Would you like to take a walk? I could show you around a bit while everyone is in here. The halls will be empty” 

You felt a flutter run through your stomach at the prospect of being alone with the mystery man. It was a feeling you’d never experienced with Thranduil, and expected you never would. You checked over your shoulder again, still unable to see the head table from where the two of you stood. But again, would it be so bad? Accepting a tour of the kingdom from a dwarf? You had made it your mission to change their view of the elves, after all. You wordlessly nodded, accepting his invitation, and he grinned widely in return as he took your hand and led you nimbly through the crowd.

The halls of Erebor appeared impossibly larger while empty. The stranger led you up and down staircases, pointing out different areas of the kingdom and showing you various repairs that had been completed in order to reverse the damage done by the dragon. As you walked together you lost track of time again, and you wondered how long you’d been absent from the table. Had Thranduil noticed? Likely not. He never seemed to notice or care when you were gone. 

“So how did you come to live in Mirkwood?” Your escort finally asked, his attention turning from the newly rebuilt throne to you. “You mentioned earlier you were not from there.” 

“My…betrothed.” You started hesitantly. “He lives in Mirkwood.” 

You paused, waiting for the inevitable reaction. You were promised to another, and it pained you to tell him. You felt an undeniable draw to this man who’s name you did not know. There was a familiarity and comfort with him, something you’d never felt before and certainly did not feel with Thranduil. As you waited for him to excuse himself and leave you standing alone in the halls you held your breath, dreading the fallout. 

“Oh.” He sounded surprised at the revelation, but not upset. He made no move to run away from you as he continued. “You do not sound happy about the arrangement.” 

You breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he had not fled at the mention of your fiance. Though you’d made no mention of your unhappiness with the king, he seemed to have noted that it was not a joyous engagement. You wondered if it were that obvious to everyone when you spoke of Thranduil. 

“I’m not.” 

“Does he not treat you well?” He asked. You noticed a look of concern that immediately furrowed lines in his face. 

“In order to treat me well or not well he’d have to spend time with me.” You said, offering him a sad but reassuring smile that your intended was not an unkind man. “And we do not spend any time together. He told me when I arrived we were to be together in name only.” 

“That sounds terribly lonely.” 

“It has been.” You continued quietly. Your gaze turned back to the designs etched into the stone floor as you walked. Who was this stranger? This man you’d known for an hour at most, but somehow you felt more comfortable with than anyone you’d ever met before. You wanted to know him better, but that would surely be impossible. 

The two of you walked on in silence for several minutes before he spoke again. 

“Has he seen you?” He asked suddenly. 

“What do you mean?”

“Has he laid eyes on you?” He asked again, a hint of urgency in his voice. 

“Well, yes, I’m here with him.” You stated simply. What was he getting at? 

The man shook his head as he turned from you back to stare ahead as you walked. 

“He is a madman, then.” 

“How so?”

“To possess a woman so divine and not spend any time with her…” He trailed off, shaking his head again as though in disappointment. “The only conclusion is he must be insane.” 

You felt your cheeks flush at his statement. This stranger had spoken more kind words to you in an evening than Thranduil had in a month. Who was this man? 

“I don’t know if I would say that.” You said quietly, keeping your eyes focused on the ground as you spoke. 

“I would.” He stopped suddenly and took your hand, pulling you to a stop with him. He tugged you around to face him, and kept your hand locked tightly in his as he spoke. “Tales will be written of your beauty some day. You are the fairest princess in the most wonderful fairytale. The most beautiful and elegant of all the elves in all of the realms. The most precious jewel under this mountain. If he is not insane, your betrothed is surely blind.” 

The way he stared up into your eyes sent another flutter through your stomach. Something you’d sorely lacked with Thranduil. Passion. You felt it as strongly as anything, the unmistakable feelings of desire and attraction swirling within you. It was as though the force of gravity itself had shifted, and rather than grounding you to the earth you stood on it was pulling you towards this stranger instead. 

“You flatter me, sir. I do not even know your name.” You whispered. As you spoke you felt yourself unconsciously pulling against his hand, tugging him closer to you. He stepped forward willingly, bringing your bodies only inches apart. 

“I am-” He began.

“Kili.” 

The both of you jumped at the unfamiliar voice that invaded the intimate bubble you’d enclosed yourselves in. You quickly released his hand and stepped backward, putting as much space as possible between you as the intruder approached. The young blonde prince you’d met earlier, Fili if you remembered correctly, was strolling toward the two of you. 

“My lady, this is my brother, Prince Kili.” He said by way of introduction as he came to a halt beside him. “Brother this is Lady (Y/N), the intended of King Thranduil.” It seemed as though he were offering a reminder to the pair of you, rather than an introduction. 

His brother. The king’s nephew. Of course it was. 

The stranger you now knew to be Kili was staring at you, the pieces falling into place as his eyes widened. 

“Thranduil…” He mumbled. “Of course.”

Fili raised an eyebrow in confusion at his brother's muttering before turning his attention back to you. 

“My lady, your fiance requested I come check on you. Are you well?” He asked. He was far more formal and royally appropriate than his brother had been for the past hour. 

You quickly slipped back into a more formal mode yourself, straightening your back and clasping your hands behind you. You nodded respectfully at the elder prince. 

“Thank you, Prince Fili. Prince Kili was just escorting me back to my room. Will you tell King Thranduil I am not feeling well and would like to retire for the evening?” 

He nodded. 

“I will. Brother, our king has requested your presence. Do you know the rest of the way back, my lady?” As he spoke he pulled on his brother's arm, indicating they should return to the hall as quickly as possible. You hoped nothing had been made of your joint absence, though given the fact you’d not been introduced earlier the connection would have been a longshot for anyone to make. 

“I do.” You said, giving the older brother a reassuring smile as he turned to leave. “It was nice to meet you, Kili.” You felt a pang of sadness. The evening had gone by far too quickly, and you knew you were not likely to see the handsome prince again.

“And you, (Y/N).” He took your hand in his and kissed it gently, allowing his lips to momentarily linger against the delicate skin of your hand. He released it and quickly stood, leaning in to whisper in your ear before following his brother. “I will find you again.” 

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