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imagines--galore · 1 year

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Kili x reader angst where they're courting so reader has in the braids and beads et. But reader gets taken during a fight as a prisoner and they punish her by cutting off her hair n such and she's so apologetic and guilty to kili when he sees but he just sees red because whoever they were fighting violated his love (cuz in dwarf culture that's cruel). Angst comfort mega combo

Pairing: Kili x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T+ Romance. Angst. Comfort. A bit of fighting and a bit of trauma but thats it.

A/N: Moving from one city to the other really takes it out of ya. Anyway! I am now back and writing again. Omg I LOVE this request so much! Much fluff. Much feels. :3

Also I am now taking requests so go ahead and send me stuff. You can find my rules here. Please send me stuff to write!

You couldn’t help but feel giddy. More then once your hand would raise to the newly formed braid in your hair. It rested beside your left temple and you could still feel the warmth of Kili’s fingers where he had braided it not even a few hours ago. It felt strange to have a new braid, but one you were more then proud to wear. The bead and braid both signified your status with the Royal Family. But more then that. It told the world that you and Kili belonged to one another.

Placing the last of the packs onto the cart, you gave a small nod to the driver who stirred the ponies into motion and began carting the now loaded goods back to Erebor. You had been traveling with the tradesmen to exchange goods with a nearby village. Your ailing father had not been able to make the trip, and being his only child, the duty had fallen on your head. Two members of the Royal Family, namely Thorin and Kili had decided to accompany the party in hopes of forming some alliance with the village Master.

It had been the night before that Kili had requested your presence. You had been confused at his strange behavior. Normally, Kili would be full of words and he never had a problem to articulate them. That night though, he had been stumbling over his words and when he had finally caught on to your confusion, he had simply held the bead out to you.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement.

It was true your feelings for the young prince were rather strong and deep, but you had never imagined that his ran just as deep as yours. Tears had filled your eyes, but you had blinked them away before reaching up to pull down the hood of your cloak. Kili had stepped closer, his fingers reaching out to take a section of your hair which he then began to braid. The two of you were silent as he expertly attached the bead with his family crest at the end of the now finished braid. The silence made the moment all the more intimate.

As soon as it was done, you gave him no warning before you had jumped into his arms had embraced him tightly. The small clearing now rang with joyous laughter as he spun you around, before setting you down and sealing the moment with a kiss.

You were so lost in reliving the memory of last night that you did not notice the strange dwarf approaching you from behind. Not until it was too late.

Fleeing was not an option, as several dwarfs began to attack the ones she had come with. You could only struggle helplessly as you and several other dwarfs were thrown in the back of a cart and the thieves made quick work of escaping, taking whatever loot they had gathered, and whoever they had captured.

Including you.

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It had all happened rather quickly.

The dwarfs had taken several hostages, including you, but it had taken next to no time for the soldiers of Erebor to be dispatched to rescue everyone. However, the few hours you were held hostage was enough for a few things to transpire.

One of the kidnappers was tormenting an old dwarf, kicking him around to make him walk faster. Not being able to sit quietly, you had snapped at the abuser, prompting him to turn his attention to you. He had told you to shut up, before turning back to his previous task. You had picked up a rock and thrown it at his head, the small projectile meeting its mark.

Only once his attention turned to you, did you realize that perhaps you shouldn’t have done that. He marched over to you, before yanking you away from the group of kidnapped dwarfs huddled together for safety. You had kicked and screamed the entire time, yet your cries fell on deaf ears. Multiple kicks were aimed at your torso and face, yet they did not hurt as much as when the dwarf yanked at your hair.

Once his greedy eyes landed on the bead Kili had gifted you, his lips pulled into a menacing smile. Pulling out a wicked looking dagger, the dwarf carelessly chopped off the braid Kili had so lovingly braided. You barely noticed as the steel of the blade cut across your forehead, you cried in despair as the braid with the bead was thrown in a nearby fire where it smoldered to nothing.

It was only seconds later that the warriors sent to rescue you fell upon the enemy emitting blood curdling war cries. Yet you barely noticed as you continued to stare into the depths of the small fire, tears filling your eyes, as you mourned the loss of something so small, yet so significant.

Feeling a warm hand being placed on your shoulder, you glanced up to see Dwalin looking down at you with a kind and gentle expression. Slowly, you allowed him to guide you to where his pony stood waiting. He helped you onto the animal, before getting behind you. You barely noticed anything and anyone around you as the triumphant rescue party began to trek back to Erebor with the kidnappers in tow.

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To say Kili was beside himself with worry would be an understatement. The moment he had realized what had happened, and that you had been one of the dwarfs kidnapped, he had wanted to take the first pony and run after you. His uncle, however, had other ideas. Fear of this being a plot to draw the royals of Erebor out in the open, Thorin had decided to send his best warriors, led by Dwalin, to retrieve you and the other dwarfs. Still it did not stop Kili from screaming at his Uncle to let him go, neither did it stop him from telling Fili off for siding with Thorin.

His heart felt as if it would beat right out of his chest. His mind raced with thoughts of you. Every single moment you had both shared, before being replaced by the sight of you broken and hurt lying somewhere out in the open. For hours he paced the ramparts of the mountain, looking over at the horizon, to try and catch a glimpse of the returning warriors.

It was a few hours later that he heard the distant call of a horn. All over the mountain horns began to blow, signalling the return of the rescue party. Kili was the first one at the gates, straining to catch a glimpse of you as the small band of dwarfs approached. Dwalin rode at the very front and reached first. He was quick to dismount, before moving to help lift your trembling body from the back of the pony and set you on the ground.

A wave of dizziness overcame you, as you swayed on your feet, yet the feeling of two familiar arms wrapping around you and supporting your body, was able to give you a little strength. You raised your wide eyes to look at Kili’s face. The sight of him, looking so worried and relieved, broke whatever shred of control you had as you collapsed against him and began to sob over your loss.

“I’m sorry, Kili. I am so sorry. I-I lost the bead you gave me. T-th-they cut my braid and I tried to save the bead but they threw it in the fire. I-I c-couln’t-” Here your strength seemed to fail you as your knees collapsed underneath you. Luckily, Kili was there to catch you. Wrapping his arms more firmly around your frame, he pulled you close. Briefly the world around the two of you disappeared as he comforted you.

His face was buried in your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurances in your ear. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto his clothes as the trauma finally registered in your mind. So far you had been focused on protecting and helping the other captives. But now? With Kili’s arms around you, you simply could not hold yourself together. Your body shook with each sob as Kili pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

The Dwarf Clan that had decided to attack the citizens of Erebor were more then a little nervous now. They had no idea who you were. No idea that you were the betrothed of a Prince of Erebor. Each dwarf shuffled nervously as Kili finally raised his head to look at each of the dwarfs in turn.

His eyes held a rage that made his hands tremble as his gaze swept over the villains. They would pay. Every single one of them would be held accountable for the horror they had inflicted upon his beloved.

“My son?”

His attention was briefly diverted by the presence of his mother. Behind her stood his Uncle and brother, alongside many other dwarfs who were greeting their own loved ones that had been kidnapped. When they had arrived, Kili had no idea. Dis reached out to gently extract you from his embrace. Kili moved to protest but a look from his mother had him stay silent. “I shall take care of Y/N. See her injuries are not severe.” Her eyes flitted to the captured dwarfs. Kili could see fury in his mother’s eyes as well, mirroring his own. But he knew Y/N needed to be taken away. He had no desire for you to see what he was about to do the captured dwarfs.

Nodding, Kili reached out to press a kiss to your forehead. “I will see you soon, my heart.” He whispered to you in Khuzdul. You raised your tear-stained cheeks to meet his gaze as Dis gently pulled you away. You followed the motherly dwarf after a parting look to your betrothed.

Once you had safely entered the mountain, Kili turned his attention back to the Dwarf Clan that had dared take you from him. He glanced at his brother and Uncle. The former’s anger was equal to his own, since he considered you family and hated to see you hurt and in despair. His Uncle simply raised his hand and spoke. “They will be punished however you see fit, sister-son.”

The dark look that crossed over Kili’s features had the Dwarf Clan regretting what they had done, and praying he would show some leniency.

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As soon as you had returned to your chambers, Dis had shooed your handmaidens so that they may prepare a warm bath. The older female dwarf had held you close to her side as the handmaidens prepared the bath for you. Though as soon as everything had been laid out and she was in the large tub, you spoke.

"If you don't mind, Mother, I want to be alone."

You didn't want be in anyone's presence at the moment, wanting to grieve the small yet significant loss on your own. Dis seemed to understand the reasoning behind your words and gave a small nod. Once the handmaidens had departed, Dis leaned down to press a motherly kiss to your brow.

"If you need to speak to anyone my dear, let me know." With a parting smile she left.

You had no idea how long you sat in the tub for. Her hand hung around you, unbound and free, floating in the warm water. Taking a small breath, you submerged completely in the water, closing your eyes as you allowed the warmth of the water to envelope your tired aching body. You could've stayed down in the cocoon of safety forever, but you needed to breath.

Emerging from the depths, you took a deep breath.

You didn't know for how long you sat in the water, feeling utterly numb and refusing to let yourself acknowledge what had happened. Perhaps it would be wise to simply move forward from the event.

Pretend it hadn't even happened.

It wasn't until you started to shiver from the now cold water that you stepped out of the bath, and wrapped a warm thick robe around your body. Water trickled from your hair, leaving a small puddle as you walked towards the vanity. Your fingers brushed against the handle of your comb when your gaze shifted to look in the mirror. The sight of your empty eyes, and the lack of the braid Kili had so lovingly put in your hair was the breaking point.

A whimper echoed in your chambers, followed by the sound of sobbing as you let loose the pain and horror. It finally sank in just how frightened you had been. Terrified. And amidst what had happened, you had lost something so so so precious.

The thought only made you sob all the more harder.

You didn't hear the door to your room opening, didn't catch sight of the pained look that overtook Kili's features as he ran to gather you in his arms.

"What is it my heart? What hurts?" He asked, checking you over to make sure there was no serious injury. You shook your head, just clutching to him. It took a little while before your sobs subsided and you calmed down enough to take a deep breath and speak.

"I'm sorry." The word hadn't even left your mouth before Kili cut you off. "You need not be sorry for anything my love. Nothing is your fault." His hand gently caressed the small area near your forehead where your braid had hung just this morning. You averted your gaze, shame coloring your cheeks, but he grasped your chin, and gently turned your head to look at him.

"I ran into Mother on my way hear. And she gave me something." So saying, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a small bead. It was beautifully crafted, and she could see the skill behind it despite the tears still welling in her eyes.

"My father gave this to my mother, when they were betrothed. And now she wants you to wear it." Your eyes widened and you shook your head. "Kili, I couldn't this is your father's gift to your mother." You said, leaning away from him slightly.

He smiled. "She considers you a daughter Y/N, she offered this to you. But should you feel strongly about it you can wear this for a few days while I create another betrothal bead for you." He said, his fingers already grasping a new section of your hair. You were silent as he began to braid your hair anew. With each lock of hair intersecting, you could feel your soul being pieced together once more.

Finally, Kili clicked the bead into place, and smiled at you. "Just as beautiful as ever." He said, his eyes meeting yours.

An involuntary giggle fell from your lips at his shameless flirting. One of the many traits that had won you over. "Thank you Kili." You closed whatever space was left between the two of you and pressed your lips to his.

His fingers buried in the hair at the back of your head as he returned the embrace. It was sweet, slow and seemed to sooth whatever leftovers the both of your had. And as he held you, you couldn't help but feel safe and loved.

"I love you, Kili." You breathed against his lips. You could feel him smile gently in response before he whispered back his response.

"And I you, Y/N."

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Them, but they’re responding to the “I want a baby” text

wait, you don’t know who that one badass woman is there??? There’s one way to solve that problem; Check out my Kili X OC series “Starcrossed Losers” right here! Chapter 34 came out two days ago and can be found here!

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gingery-juniper · 5 months

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I can't stop crying over this

I had top surgery recently and it's hard to share that joy safely. The comfort and acceptance this brings me is indescribable.

Commission artwork of my oc/self-insert character.

I can't thank you @pistachiozombie enough for these wonderful sketches you did for me!

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kililvr · 20 days

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the lonesome elf fic is still in the works but it has been a while since i last posted something here so take these quotes that will relate to the fanfic heavily to hopefully peak your interest to read it when it is posted :)

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blairsanne · 1 month

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An Unexpected Blue Wizard (9)

Summary: Another brush with death on the road has tempers flaring and Thorin questioning both his judgment and feelings.

Cross posted to AO3. Chapter 1 on tumblr.

Chapter 9: Crossing

Bofur was just dishing out the first servings of their breakfast as he sensed a hush fall over the group. He looked up to see the other members of the company all looking subtly over in the same direction, toward Bilbo and Andréa.

Bilbo laughed softly as he tried his hand again, fingers tangling somewhat in the long brown hair to the side of Andréa’s face.

“I don’t think that’s quite right.” “You almost had it that time.”

She grinned and took his clumsy braid into her hands to swiftly undo it.

“You just want three sections to start, and make sure you do left and right alternately instead of twice on one side… Does that even make sense?”

She laughed as she showed him again.

“Okay, I think I understand…”

He chewed his lower lip as he took the long strands in his hands again and continued the plait that she had started.

She watched with a pleased grin as he practiced. “Yes, much better.”

“What are you two up to?” Bofur appeared before them with two servings of breakfast, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Oh, thank you!” Andréa took her meal from him. “I was just showing Bilbo how to do a braid.”

“Not sure how Nori manages it,” Bilbo added self-deprecatingly as Bofur handed him the other bowl.

“Och, just takes practice.” Bofur winked. “Be sure to keep at it.”

Bilbo laughed under his breath as he began to eat.

Dwalin noted the subtle irritation on Thorin’s already-grumpy face as he finally tore his eyes from Bilbo to eat his breakfast.

Bofur tried not to laugh when he handed Fíli and Kíli their own meals. “You think our burglar will get the hang of it?” he asked lightly, but quietly enough that Andréa and Bilbo wouldn’t hear it across the way.

Kíli frowned. “He hardly needs to, he’s not got enough to braid.”

Kíli wasn’t jealous, exactly. He held no belief that Andréa had a romantic interest in Bilbo, but watching another person braid her hair - something so intimate in dwarvish culture - didn’t sit quite right with him either.

“Don’t imagine wizards nor hobbits think of braids as we do,” Fíli remarked before popping a forkful of potato into his mouth.

Kíli shrugged, feigning disinterest, but it didn’t fool his older brother. Still, Fíli let it go. There was no sense riling Kíli up first thing in the morning.

Andréa shook the braid loose once more, then quickly put her hair up in her usual style before digging into her own meal.

Kíli relaxed as he watched her subtly across the camp.

She looked in good spirits, at least, her injury now healed, and she seemed to have slept alright for what Kíli thought might have been the first night since Gandalf had left. She may not have been openly complaining every time, but he’d seen the weariness in her face and body language.

Maybe today will be a good day.

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When they came upon a wooden bridge to cross the wide river, Thorin ordered them all to dismount and walk their ponies across in single file.

The planks that sat only a few feet above the rushing water looked like they’d seen better days, some already broken in spots.

Thorin led the charge, testing each piece of wood before moving his pony along.

Andréa was near the front of the group, and once she was safely on the other side, she remounted Pansy and watched carefully as the others crossed.

Bilbo remounted Myrtle and led her over to where Thorin was drinking from his waterskin.

“Not much of a bridge, if you ask me,” Bilbo remarked lightly. He thought back to the wide, sturdy bridge over the Brandywine River back home.

Thorin felt impatient despite being the one to have ordered their slow, careful crossing. The orc attacks and Gandalf’s disappearance had made him uneasy, but he daren’t say so aloud.

“So long as it allows passage across the water, it’ll do,” he huffed.

Bilbo nodded, then shrugged, his mind on the Shire. He thought it must be nearly mid-day, and his stomach gave a familiar hunger pang that he knew he’d have to ignore a while longer.

Fíli was the last in line, slowly directing his pony behind Kíli’s. “You sure you don’t want to go for a swim again, Kí?” “Very funny, Fí,” Kíli called back.

Suddenly there came a terrible cracking sound, and Kíli’s pony let out an awful shriek as it fell through the wooden beam that had been supporting it.

Kíli tried to catch it, pulling on the reins, but instead he was dragged off into the river after it, disappearing beneath the rolling water before he could react.

Fíli acted on instinct, letting go of his own reins to dive in after his brother.

He caught a brief glimpse of Kíli beneath the waves, eyes stinging from the cold water, barely able to see as he tried to reach him. His intention was to help Kíli out, though now that he was in the thick of it, he could barely direct himself in the rushing water - not so much swimming as being pushed along by the current.

He broke the surface and took deep breaths, seeing Kíli’s wet mop of dark hair ahead of him before being pulled under again.

Fíli fought the instinct to cough out the water he’d accidentally inhaled as he tried to surface again, but he felt a sudden pain and then lost consciousness.

Meanwhile, Andréa had raced off down the river on her pony, fast as lightning and overshooting where the brothers were.

“Where’s she going?” Ori cried, while Thorin turned his pony to follow.

A short distance from where Kíli’s head sputtered above the rushing river, Andréa jumped from her pony and landed at the water’s edge.

She pounded her staff into the wet pebbles of the shore, and a huge blast of air shot out, creating a dam that left a wide gap of dry land across the river.

Fish and twigs fell out of the wall of water, and then, finally, two dwarves and a pony.

Kíli’s pony quickly righted itself and galloped over toward Thorin’s pony as he approached.

Kíli coughed water from his lungs and looked up to see Andréa struggling to hold the river at bay, wincing and muttering, clutching her staff tightly as the wall of water threatened to give way.

He moved to clear the area, and his heart sank as he saw Fíli was laying limp and unconscious just at the foot of the water wall.

He hooked his arms under his brother’s armpits and dragged him to the shore as quickly as he could manage.

The moment they were clear, Andréa dropped the spell and fell to her knees, panting.

“Fíli!”

Kíli shook his brother’s wet body, then leaned down to listen to his nose and mouth.

No breath.

“Fíli!”

Terror rose in his stomach and he grabbed Fíli’s arm, feeling for a pulse.

Andréa crawled over and placed her hand over Fíli’s nose, then pressed her mouth to his lips and breathed into his mouth several times as forcefully as she could manage.

Kíli stared in confusion and started muttering prayers to Mahal in Khuzdul.

Andréa started trying to pump Fíli’s chest, but as she struggled to press her hands into it, it didn’t give way.

Her attempts grew more frantic and she pounded her fists against the limp dwarf’s chest in frustration, tears in her eyes.

“I’m not strong enough!” she lamented.

She’d seen this done on big folk, but there was no way she could hit his chest hard enough.

Following her lead in a blind panic, Kíli balled his fists and gave a hard thump onto Fíli’s chest with both.

To Andréa and Kíli’s surprise, Fíli’s chest jolted at the beating and he suddenly opened his eyes, sputtering and coughing up water from his lungs.

Kíli pulled his brother onto his side to help him expel the water, and wrapped his arms around Fíli’s head and shoulders.

Andréa placed her arms on the ground and pressed her forehead into them. “Thank Mahal,” she murmured.

Kíli and Fíli shared a tight embrace, each relieved at the other’s safety.

It didn’t take much for Fíli to piece together that after he’d lost consciousness in the water, Kíli and Andréa had somehow saved him.

“Kíli,” he sighed in relief.

“Fee! Fee, I thought I’d lost you!”

“You almost did!” Thorin roared, hopping off his pony as he finally reached them. “You rash fools will lose your lives on the road, and not by orcs!”

Andréa looked up to see their leader marching over with a furious expression.

She straightened up, hoping he would not punish the brothers, who had clearly been through enough already.

Fíli sat up properly, looking up at his uncle with defiance. “I could not simply watch my brother be washed away.”

“And if not for blind luck, he would have watched you drown instead!”

“You did nothing to help-”

Kíli put his hand on Fíli’s chest, flashing him an urgent look to not argue with Thorin. “It’s my fault. It was my pony that fell in.”

Thorin’s nostrils flared as he looked down at them.

Andréa noticed the tremble in his hand; not of anger, but fear.

Thorin’s gaze turned on her, and she shrank somewhat at the glower.

“Thank you for saving my reckless nephews,” he huffed, then turned to remount his horse.

“It was actually Kíli that-”

“Get back in formation!” He rode off back toward the rest of the company without a look back at them.

Kíli helped Fíli to his feet, and then Andréa.

Fíli was clearly frustrated by the rebuke he’d just received, and he let out an irritated sigh.

“Are you injured?” Andréa asked, stepping in front of them before they could walk back to the group.

“Only my pride,” Fíli assured her.

“Dwarves are hardy,” Kíli agreed.

“Thorin is a goat turd.” Fíli’s insult was spoken in Khuzdul, and Kíli laughed, while Andréa frowned.

“Do you speak ill of your uncle?” she asked. “When he was so fearful to lose you that he hid it behind rage?”

“Fearful? Thorin is not fearful,” Kíli scoffed.

“He was,” Andréa insisted. “And you are a fool not to see it.”

“Twice I am called a fool.” Kíli sighed. He turned to his older brother, a playful grin on his face. “Fíli, am I a fool?”

Fíli reached up to ruffle Kíli’s wet hair. “Of course, and I as well.” He laughed.

Andréa planted her staff again and they closed their eyes as her magic sent warmth through their clothes and bodies.

The brothers blinked and marveled at their dry clothing.

“Ah, thank you,” Fíli said, then motioned to her bandaged hand, smirking. “How’s your injury?”

She pursed her lips in frustration, looking up at him with wet eyes. “You almost died, Fíli.”

Fíli made a dismissive head gesture and put his hands on Kíli and Andréa’s shoulders. “But you two took care of me.”

Kíli moved closer to hug Fíli, and pulled Andréa in as well. She hugged them both back and took a long, deep breath to keep from crying.

The brothers felt Andréa tremble as she squeezed them tighter. “You scared me.”

“We protect each other,” Kíli reassured her.

“Yes. Even if it means carrying stubborn wizards back to camp,” Fíli agreed.

She laughed silently through her nose and pulled back, shaking her head at both of them. “Be more careful, please.”

Kíli watched her hand reach up to grip at her necklace through her shirt.

“We will,” he promised, as Fíli patted her head.

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The rest of the day’s ride was uneventful, but tense. Thorin remained in a foul mood that put a dark cloud over the company as they made their way.

When they finally stopped to make camp for the day, Thorin started barking orders. Bombur and Bofur were tasked with starting their meal preparations while Gloin and Dwalin were told to fill the waterskins.

“Fíli, Kíli- Collect firewood, if you think you can manage it.”

The brothers bristled at the harsh words, but set out, and Andréa was grateful that Thorin said nothing when she made to follow them.

Out in the woods, Fíli gave a frustrated huff. “Cheery day,” he quipped sarcastically.

Andréa nodded. “It’s wearing thin, I agree.”

“Let him sleep it off, he’ll be better in the morning,” Kíli offered.

“Oh? Is this common with Thorin?”

Fíli laughed. “Well, Kíli does have a way of causing mischief.”

“I cause mischief? I think you’ll find you’ve been behind what led to most of our scoldings, Fee.”

“Not by a mile!” Fíli whipped a small twig at Kíli’s leg before continuing to gather wood.

Kíli let out a small laugh and soon the three of them were in brighter spirits, the brothers taking turns regaling Andréa with stories of childhood misadventures that had landed them in hot water with their uncle and mother alike.

They walked back into camp chuckling under their breaths.

“What are you lot laughing about?” Thorin spat as they dropped their cargo by the circle of stones Nori had arranged.

“Nothing, uncle” Kíli muttered, the laughter dying from his voice.

“Good! Perhaps if you took the quest more seriously, we would not have such need for a wizard to watch over you!”

Fíli scowled. “The bridge could have broken under anyone-”

“What disgraceful heirs to the line of Durin we have become!” Thorin thundered in Khuzdul.

While the rest of the Company remained silent at Thorin’s outburst, Fíli’s anger boiled over. He’d had enough of his uncle’s criticism now. What had happened was not Kíli’s fault, and the whole company had suffered from Thorin’s foul mood all day.

Fíli stepped forward, nostrils flaring.

“The only disgrace is your tantrum!”

Thorin turned to Fíli with a dark expression.

Kíli shrank into the group of dwarves behind him, watching with wide eyes. It was rare that Fíli outright challenged Thorin to his face, and he worried what fresh vitriol it might unleash.

Meanwhile Bilbo stepped closer, confused by the change of tongue, and worried about the staredown between their leader and his nephew. He stopped at Andrea’s side, touching her arm softly for some form of comfort.

She placed her hand over Bilbo’s reassuringly, but continued to watch the argument, unsure what would come of it next.

Thorin took two steps and stared Fíli down. “It is high time you learned to put the well-being of the company over your own interests. Just because your brother tumbles into death’s path does not mean you chase after him.”

“What would you have me do?” Fíli glared up at him, unflinching and incredulous.

Surely Thorin understood that Fíli would gladly die trying to save Kíli? Was that really something Thorin believed was worthy of criticism?

“Kíli must learn prudence instead of relying on you to protect him.”

“I would have done the same for any in our company.”

“Then you are a bigger fool than I knew. You had no chance of helping him! Jumping into the river as you did was foolish!”

“I could not simply abandon my brother; unlike you!”

Fíli regretted the hurtful words the moment they left his mouth, recalling too late his uncle Frerin’s young demise.

Thorin’s rage only grew in offense. “You know nothing of loss and sacrifice! You would have only accomplished two graves in the place of one!”

He looked around the rest of the group, his eyes shining. “Do you think this quest a joke? If we fall to the road how will we face a dragon? Perhaps Durin’s Folk are truly unworthy of the Mountain, and should abandon the quest enti-!”

Andréa interrupted him, shouting something back in Sindarin in a harsh tone that echoed too loudly and powerfully for her small stature.

She’d had enough of Thorin’s blowup, despite knowing it was sparked by the fear of losing his nephews. The others may have been too loyal to argue outright, but she - like Fíli - could no longer stand the display of anger. Surely the brothers, in particular, had been through enough having nearly drowned.

Thorin turned to her with a dark expression. “I do not speak that tongue-”

She raised her chin slightly, body language defiant and unintimidated, her voice now low and calm. “And yet you shout in Khuzdul when not all present are dwarves. If you wish to admonish us, please do so in Westron so all may understand it.”

Thorin looked between Andréa and Bilbo, thinking back on what he’d just said. “Nevermind.”

“Then you take back what you were saying?”

“No, but I don’t care to repeat myself.”

She huffed and grabbed Bilbo’s hand. “Come, Mr. Baggins. It seems our leader does not think us worthy of his words.”

Thorin narrowed his eyes as she started leading the hobbit away. “That’s not-”

Bilbo followed Andréa, but glanced back at Thorin, unsure.

Thorin - for reasons he had no time to examine - felt a flare of anxiety at the thought of Bilbo leaving the Company.

“Stop!” Thorin’s voice held a kinder tone despite the authority in it. “I take back what I said in our tongue.”

Andréa stopped and turned to Thorin with a raised brow. “So you’re not cross with the company, then?”

He pursed his lips. She was frustrating him with how she was phrasing things, challenging him.

“Because you sounded cross. And if I’ve done something to offend you, I’d care to know it.”

“As would I,” Bilbo added, nodding.

Thorin huffed and considered how to reply, feeling a bit foolish for being called out.

“Are you cross with the company, Thorin?” Andréa asked again, softly this time.

“No.”

Thorin stalked off away from camp, not elaborating.

The rest of the company stood in awkward silence for a beat.

“Aye, well, glad that’s settled then,” Bofur offered loudly, letting out a relieved laugh to force levity back into the group.

“Right, let’s get our meal served,” Dori suggested, looking to Bombur.

Everyone started busying themselves with the making of camp comforts and overly-friendly conversation, seeming to agree to pretend that the whole thing hadn’t happened.

Andréa placed a hand on Fíli’s shoulder, wide eyes silently asking if he was alright.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, clearly still irritated, though not with her. “I’m not a pebble.”

Kíli walked over just as she shook her head.

“No, I know. I really admire you.”

Kíli tried to swallow down his internal shame at having cowered to Thorin’s rage, and having - in his mind - caused all the trouble that day to start with, however accidentally.

Meanwhile Bilbo backed away from the chattering crowd to slink off after Thorin.

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Thorin stood at the edge of a clearing, staring up into the night sky at Durin’s Crown twinkling above.

He was mulling over the argument with Fíli, guilt over Frerin’s death and the fear of losing his nephews making his stomach turn.

I promised Dis I’d keep them safe.

He noticed movement in his peripheral vision, and gripped his sword as he turned toward it, only to see Bilbo looking up into the same night sky, hands folded behind his back.

“It’s a lovely night,” the hobbit murmured.

Thorin’s shoulders eased as he let out a long sigh. “Is it?”

“It could be. If you decide it is.”

Thorin grunted and looked away. “I’m not sure my decisions should be trusted at the moment.”

“Because of your outburst?”

Thorin continued to avoid eye contact, but the deep, huffing breath he took betrayed his frustrations.

“I think we all understand. Well- not literally, since I’m not sure what you said to each other, but-”

“I should not have spoken that way. Admonishing him for my own shortcomings.”

Thorin turned to Bilbo with a softer expression than he’d seen to that point. “If something had happened to them…”

Bilbo nodded, reaching out to grip Thorin’s forearm reassuringly. “I know. We all know. Even Fíli and Kíli.”

“Do they?” “They really look up to you, you know? I think that’s why- Well, I shouldn’t speak for him, but- perhaps Fíli thought that you’d have done the same to protect someone in the company?”

Thorin let out a laugh under his breath. “I probably would have, yes.”

“I think that’s the sort of thing that makes for a great leader.”

Thorin sighed, sobering again. “You can’t lead anyone if you’re dead. Even if we can get to Erebor, we still have to take it back. We don’t have the luxury of being careless.”

“I- I don’t think they were, Thor-” “Not them.”

Thorin huffed and started walking back toward the camp.

Bilbo chased after him, his frown turning to bewilderment. “You can’t be saying you blame yourself?”

“Whatever happens, whoever falls, the blame goes to the leader.”

“But- there was nothing more you could have done. We all crossed that bridge-”

“I don’t expect you to understand.”

Bilbo watched Thorin’s tired face as they walked back, noting that Thorin wouldn’t make eye contact with him again.

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Meanwhile, the others were settling into their spots for the night with their suppers.

Andréa couldn’t bear the idea of being away from Fíli or Kíli after the day’s events, so she’d planted herself between them without question.

Fíli had been telling her some story about the Blue Mountains, but she couldn’t quite relax, the accident and the fighting doing nothing for her nerves.

Kíli watched as Andréa politely emoted in response to the end of Fíli’s tale, noting that she didn’t continue the conversation as she ate.

He nudged her arm.

“So, what did you shout at him, anyway?”

“Mm?” “When you shouted at Thorin in that other tongue.”

Andréa shifted, feeling a bit guilty. “A request to stop, more or less.”

In truth, it had been something along the lines of ‘Curse the stubbornness of dwarves’, but to say so now felt rude. She’d chosen Sindarin to make her point about him shouting in Khuzdul, but given Thorin and his nephews’ aversion to elves, it might have been an even worse thing to say in that tongue.

We can all be reckless at times.

Fíli smirked. “A very polite request, clearly.”

Andrea let out a short laugh, playing along. “Oh, of course.”

Fíli put his hand on the top of her head. “You don’t need to get involved in family disputes. I can handle Thorin.”

She looked up at him with raised brows. “You weren’t the only one dealing with it. You were just the first to say something.”

Kíli glanced around. “Well, it seems everyone’s moved on now.”

“That’s for the best.” Andréa’s fingers found her pendant absent-mindedly. “At the end of the day, the most important thing is that we’re all alive. And together.”

Kíli’s spotted Thorin coming back into camp, and gestured subtly with his head. “On that note-”

The dwarves made no fanfare when Thorin returned to camp, and he took his place near his things, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ to Bofur when he brought him a serving of their supper.

Bilbo brought his pack over to where Fíli, Kíli and Andréa were seated. “Room for another?”

“Always,” Andréa enthused, forcing a warm smile for their burglar.

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Thorin was quiet until it was time to plan the night watches, taking the first.

He looked over the group, the usual clusters - Ori, Dori and Nori; Bofur, Bombur and Bifur; etc. - not catching his interest until his eyes settled on Bilbo.

The hobbit was nearest to Thorin in the little row of bedrolls, followed by Andréa, Kíli and Fíli. Thorin watched the subtle rise and fall of Bilbo’s chest under the covers, seemingly at ease despite the unsettling events of the day.

Thorin snorted to himself, shaking his head. Are you so comfortable on the road now?

He heard a small sound on the other end of the camp and whipped his head in that direction only to see Bofur shoving himself further away from Bombur, who had rolled over in his sleep. For his part, Bofur didn’t seem put out by it, snoring only a moment later.

Thorin glanced back over to the burglar, noting who he’d chosen to sleep beside. Bilbo was younger than even his nephews, after all.

Perhaps he has more in common with them. Naive to the horrors of the world. No place on a battlefield.

This thought sat uneasily in his gut.

Why should it bother him who the hobbit had more in common with? Why should the idea of Bilbo in danger wake the same protective instincts he felt when his nephews were reckless?

What was Bilbo to him, anyway?

An annoyance. An interloper. Someone he’d only begrudgingly agreed to hire for this journey, unsure he would make it home.

But if all of that was true, then why did Thorin feel slighted that Bilbo had avoided him since they’d come back to camp? Why had it bothered him to see the hobbit’s hands tying clumsy plaits into the wizard’s hair instead of his own?

Why did his optimistic words keep repeating in his mind?

It’s a lovely night.It could be. If you decide it is.

Thorin sighed and looked up to the sky, though the stars revealed no patterns to his weary eyes.

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A/N: Not the thing I thought would be my first fic post of Deano Bingo 2024, but this is what is ready to post, lol. This story is far from abandoned, as the 100k+ of not-yet-posted written bits can attest. I am trying to get back into completing/posting it. :)

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#the hobbit #the hobbit fanfic #kili x oc #bagginshield

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pistachiozombie · 8 months

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Another "Dynamic Scene" Commission for @gingery-juniper ♡♡

#the hobbit #fan art #hobbit oc #kili the dwarf #kili x oc #commission #my art #dynamic scene

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rivnedell · 5 days

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🤍🌸 • ° Masterlist ° • 🌸🤍

Legend

fluff 🌷

lime 🍋‍🟩 slight suggestive content (making out for example ..)

lemon 🍋 slighlty lighter version of smut (no p or d word)

angst ☔ characters suffering mentally and emotionally

WIP : work in progress

All my writings are Fem!Reader unless mentioned otherwise

❀ More about me at the bottom of this post

I’m trying my best with English since it’s not my mother tongue and I will take all the advices 🤍

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multi-chapter

- Star Wars -

Obi Wan Kenobi

Obi Wan x You | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 • 🍋 |

Relief

WIP

word count :

summary : you’re on a break from your jedi missions as your period pains were aching you, making you stay in bed. maybe your former master would know something to ease your pain.. or maybe not.

WARNINGS : mention of menstruation pain ; slight angst ; lime (making out & teasing) ; HOT LEMON at the end ;

• Friends •

Joey Tribbiani

The One with the Sketchbook

Joey x You | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

word count : -

summary :you’re an art student who comes to ny for your last year of degree. it’s your first time in the US so you discover life in new york thanks to joey, your new roommate, and his next-door friends ;

warnings : suggestive content ;

Rachel & Joey

The One with Rachel’s feelings

Rachel x Joey |🌷| Fix-it Fic

WIP

word count :

summary : rectifying the barbados event love thing between our fav roommates, despite all the respect I have for the original show’s authors work ;

warnings : none, this just fluffy fluff, with some light angst ;

- Jurassic World -

Owen Grady

Can’t Stop Loving You

Owen x You (Self-Insert) | 🌷 • ☔ • 🍋 |

WIP

word count : -

summary : you got a chance to work on Isla Nublar as a trainer for herbivorous dinos. an unexpected colleague piqued your curiosity as he was the trainer of.. actual living raptors. featuring an unexpected lady boss that broke into your life, and broke your heart ;

warnings : lime & (very) hot lemon, angsty lemon but! happy ending ;

- Tolkien - Middle Earth -

Kili

Stardusts’ Hope

Kili x Fem!Elf Reader | ☔ • 🌷 |

WIP

word count: -

summary: a dwarf prince and an elven lady; alternative ending of the battle of the five armies ;

warnings : -

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One-Shots

• Friends •

Joey Tribbiani

The One with the Scars

Joey x You (Self-Insert) | ☔ • 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

words: -

summary: joey and you have been close friends for a long time. he has been there for you during your recovery after your surgery, and this, certainly, has changed everything ;

warnings: no graphic descriptions but scars and physical pain related to the healing process ; (please avoid reading if you are uncomfortable with these topics) ; some sensitive references ;

The One with Ross’s ex

Joey x You | ☔ • 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩|

WIP

word count : -

summary : after you break up with Ross, the situation doesn’t get better. your friends are here for you, and Joey is there. maybe your true love has been in front of you since the beginning ;

warnings : some references / lime ; slight angst

The One with the Cinema tickets

Joey x You (Self-Insert) | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

word count : -

summary : you had a crush on joey since months but the only one to know was your bestie, chandler ;

warnings : some references ;

The One with the Flower Shop Owner

Joey x You | 🌷 |

WIP

word count : - summary : joey went to a flower shop as he wanted to make a surprise for Emma’s birthday, and he saw you, with a pink peony bouquet in your hands ; warnings : some references ;

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- Actors -

Matt Leblanc

The One with the Race

Matt x You (self-insert) | 🌷 • 🍋‍🟩 |

WIP

word count : -

summary : you attend your first Formula 1 GP and you encounter someone who will be your companion for the week end, and maybe more ;

warnings : mention of mourning, loss ; some ref (making out) ;

Will Poulter

Golden Soul

Will x Reader | 🌷 • 🍋 |

WIP

word count : -

summary : you were invited to tell your story at schools as you were approached by an association fighting against bullying & child abuse ;

warnings : anxiety crisis/stress/lack of breath mention/describing ; suggestive content ; lemon (lighter version of smut - no dirty talk, no bad words but suggestion of sex, making out);

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❀ About me : you can call me Nienna and in life, I’m a French Artist. Obsessed with drawing, drinking tea and petting cats. Other than that I recently discovered I was still able to fangirl just like a teen. And I’m currently nourishing a hard passion for the Friends TV series.. so I write a lot for Joey ♡

❀ I never dared to share my stories/fictional writings publicly so it’s a big step for me. (I don’t write nasty smut (bad/slut talking, too raw for me), but I like to write some lime and lemon, lighter versions of smut, tho being no less than hot) !

❀ I will update this list when a writing will be ready/published and if I add new wips !

header picture is not mine!

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lathalea · 4 months

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Hey! I was checking out your masterlist, as I'm sure I remember reading one of your fics ages (years?) ago, I really enjoyed it but I can't remember the title. It was a Kili x OC multi-chapter fic, it followed pretty closely to the movies and it involved a female OC who was a warrior. Now I'm really scraping my memories but she came from a clan? Who were all wiped out?? And she had major beef with Thorin most of the time hahaha. Does this ring any bells for you or am I being crazy?! I'd love to go back and read it again if it was you who wrote it 😂 Have a great day! ❤️

Hi and thank you for checking out my masterlist! This sounds like a really great Kili x OC story, but it wasn't me who wrote it. Tbh I'd love to read it too! Is it possible that you saw it on my blog because I reblogged it from the author?

Let's see if out collective tumblr fanfic hive mind can help. Does anyone recollect this story? @fizzyxcustard @laurfilijames @enchantzz @frosticenow @middleearthpixie @mrsdurin @sherala007 @asgardianhobbit98 @shiinata-library @evenstaredits @sotwk @nerdydcfan and everyone who's reading this... can you help, please?🙏

#kili #fanfic #the hobbit #ask box #searching for a fanfic #kili x oc #dwarves #tolkien fanfic

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fantasyinallforms · 11 months

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Hello! I figured it was about time I put together a masterlist as I have a growing number of WIP's and stories! Most of what I write is Bagginshield, but you will find a few Good Omens or Our Flag Means Death fics peppered in.

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✨Current ongoing fics/ Multi-chapter completed stories.✨

Sparks & Gardens 7/? chapters {M} Bagginshield

The Burden Of Choice-12/12 Chapters {E}-Bagginshield 56K

You Should Be Safe With Me 8/8 Chapters {E} Bagginshield 35k

A Most Unlikely Dance Partner 7/7 Chapters {T} Bagginshield 25k

✨Series ✨

Happy Accidents 3 parts {G-E} Bagginshield

Dis has dragged Thorin to a plant and sip outing with her and the boys for their birthday. Thorin isn't any good with plants but reluctantly goes anyway and finds himself pleasantly enchanted by the shop's owner. His black thumb and wandering mind cause him to make a fool of himself, and it might just be the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Tales on the Road to Erebor {T} Bagginshield

These are 1k-3k drabbles that take place on the road to Erebor. They are episodic stories that take place in the same universe. Chapter Chapter 1-Questionable Decisions Chapter 2-Wild Thoughts In The Dead Of Night Chapter 3- Better on your lips

✨One-Shots✨

Bagginshield One-Shot series {G-E}

A series of Bagginshield one-shots that can be enjoyed completely separately from each other. The series is just a way to organize my growing collection of stories so they are easier to find.

Remembrance {T} Bagginshield (Sad Fic)

Bilbo visits Erebor after 30 long years. While there, he visits Thorin's tomb and speaks to his grave.

🌶️ PWP One-Shot series {E}🌶️

A series of porn without plot one shots which can all be enjoyed entirely independently of each other.

Jealous Burning Desire {E} Aziracrow

✨Compilations✨

2023 SFW drabbles

💫Search the tag FIAF(me) fics here on my Tumblr to find some Tumblr-exclusive drabbles as well!💫

#bagginshield #the hobbit #thilbo #bilbo x thorin #aziracrow #kili x oc #FIAF(me) fics

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sadlvrgrrl · 4 months

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 (.𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭)

a kili durin love story

when a young princess meets a dwarf without a home— she becomes his home.

・❥・ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬

The pale light of the moon illuminated the city of King’s Landing, a dense blanket of snow covering the cobbled streets, tattered rooftops, and darkened alleyways underneath the crisp, starry sky. It was on this cold night that the Realm’s Delight was giving birth to her third child.

Her piercing cries of agony blended with the howling wind, creating a ghostly wail that flooded the halls of the Red Keep. At long last, the Realm’s Delight held her newborn in her arms with a gentle grasp, a beautiful princess, born at the stroke of midnight amidst a raging white storm. The child was a beacon of hope, a shining addition to the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaenyra smiled softly as her finger caressed the soft cheeks of her daughter. The slight movement triggered a bubbly laugh to pour out the young child and a gummy smile to appear upon her face. Her tiny hands chased after her mother’s finger, eager to hold it, causing Rhaenyra to chuckle lightly to herself.

It was indeed a heartwarming scene of a mother and her daughter.

Her daughter. The daughter she longed for her whole life. Her beautiful, precious Valaerys.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...)

a/n: hello friends! this is a snippet of yet another hotd x lotr (the hobbit) crossover :) i jus' wanted to give ya'll a little snippet of a short story i've been working on between paragraphs of 'hidden' chapter three and i hope you guys enjoyed it and is hooked enough to come back and read the rest once it is posted <3 also, for my oc, valaerys, i pictured princess yue from the 2010 live action avatar: the last airbender as her faceclaim.

comments and feedbacks are very much welcome and appreciated !!

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 11 months

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Just so you guys know this is what is distracting me from opening requests

My friend and I decided that we were going to make hobbit characters out of shortbread and icing and thought we were going to make them look identical to the picture

I made Kili (ofc) and Bilbo which are above

My friend made Legolas and attempted Fili but spiralled into the hello kitty hole

My friend is @opheliasdrowningg so follow her or else *inserts several gun emojis*

Bonus:

#there was an attempt #the hobbit #kili x reader #kili #fili #fili x reader #kili x oc #big soup #hobbit x reader #the hobbit x reader #fili x oc #bilbo x reader #bilbo #bagginshield #legolas #legolas x reader #shortbread

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faeriichaii · 4 months

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Hija de la Luna - Chapter l

A/N: OK so I think I finished my first chapter yay!! It's not proofread yet, maybe I will do it tomorrow and erase any mistakes I might have made :) I really hope that you who reads this will enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: my English lmao ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Gaihith ~ Little Dove ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Halwûna ~ Sweet One ࿐ྂ

The wind feels cold on my skin, as I looked up into the sky. Stars are dancing above, telling stories that are still unknown to most habitants of middle earth. Which one is the one to lead me to my destination? Which one leads towards a happily ever after for the upcoming journey? My eyes are roaming the entirety of the sky, when they settle on a small star that silently twinkles a little bit differently then the rest of its brothers and sisters. A smile forms on my lips, as I pull the hood of my cape lower and take a better grasp of my bag, which holds all of my necessities for the long travel days. I follow the small path of grass and stone, passing various different houses with small round doors.

The houses are built into the hills and are rather tiny in comparison to the ones I normally pass by. Taking a glance up at my destination, I come to an abrupt halt. In front of the door stands a rather short man. The top of his head seems to be bald, however, the sides are filled by his frizzy grey hair. I slowly start to ascend the small stone path that leads to the house and stand behind him. He is not that much shorter than me, only about maybe a couple inches. He turns around and I can see a proud beard adores his face. His bushy eyebrows scrunch together, as he musters me from head to toe. By closer inspection, it was obvious, that he was indeed a Dwarf. “Didn’t think our 15th member would be a lass.” Before I get the chance to say anything, he turns back towards the door and rings the bell. After a short while of standing outside with the dwarf, whose name I still haven’t learned, a Hobbit opens the door. “Dwalin, at your service.” The dwarf in front of me says, before bowing slightly. The hobbit looks confused for a split second, before turning his attention to me. “Oh uhm- Melody, at your service.” I slightly bow, like Dwalin did mere seconds ago. “Hmm.” The hobbit suddenly tightens his bathrobe, still looking confused and slightly angered. Did we disturb him? “Bilbo Baggins, at yours.” With that, Dwalin enters through the small hole into Bilbos house. Following him, I also step inside.

“Do we know each other?” Bilbo asks us bewildered. “No?” Dwalin hands him his weapons and continues to walk into the home. “I’m sorry for the intrusion Mr. Baggins. Didn’t Gandalf mention anything to you?” At that, Bilbo looks at me like I grew a second head. “Did you say Gandalf?” I nod softly and smile sympathetically at him. It must be very confusing and overwhelming to suddenly have people barge into the comfort of your own home. He shakes his head in order to get rid of his thoughts and puts Dwalins stuff on a small bench by the door. “Well uhm- Do come in. I didn’t expect any visitors, but would you like some tea?” Bilbo asks, as he looked rather appalled at Dwalin who seems to be eating the dinner he had prepared for himself. Sitting down opposite of him, I take off my cloak and lay it down on my lap. “I don’t need anything, thank you.” Nodding to himself, Bilbo sits down beside the dwarf. “Why exactly are you here? Both of you?” “We are a part of- “Before I get to finish my sentence, the doorbell rings again. “That’ll be the door.” Dwalin says, mouth filled with potatoes.

Standing up, Bilbo leaves to let in the next person. “Balin, at your service.” Can be heard softly in the dining room, before Dwalin smiles and stands up to join them both at the door. “Brother! I didn’t expect you to be here so early.” The laughter of the men begins to grow louder, as they approach the long table once more. I muster a friendly smile at the new person who entered through the archway. His hair is as frizzy as Dwalins, however it almost is as white as snow. His beard was long grown and has a slight curl upwards at the ends. “Hello there lass, I expect you are our 15th member? The Oracle?” “Yes, my name is Melody. It is nice to make your acquaintance.” Both of them sit down at the table. “I’m Balin, Dwalins older brother.” He gives him a pat on the shoulder, while they continue to eat away. “So, I heard that you are actually an Oracle? Is that true?” Oracles are very rare to come by. Most of my kind hide their identity due to the fact that we are very sought after. They tend to hide within the realm of the Elves, because the resemblance between us is almost identical. However, the ones that did not have enough time to hide away were killed or imprisoned for the rare gift of future telling we hold. Soon there were only a few left, which lead to the believe that Oracles were creatures, who never even existed to begin with.

“Yes, I am. If you want me to, I can read a part of the future that awaits you.” I say with a smile adorning my face. Normally I would not offer to read the future for other people, considering the various outcomes I have received couple of times. When they are not quite happy about the reading I give them, they tend to blame me for what will happen. Even though I am just the bearer of the things that might happen, not the reason behind it. The prophecies I receive are the ones that are most likely to be the course of the future. Most people still tend to overlook the fact, that the future can still be changed, even after I show or tell them what I see. “I think you will have plenty of opportunities to share your gift with us.” Balin says before taking a big bite out of a bread he and his brother found in the pantry.

The tumult at the door makes me shift my attention towards the hallway again. “Has it been cancelled?” “No one told us.” Two different voices say, as they seem to be talking to Bilbo. “No, nothings been cancelled.” “That’s a relief.” Suddenly two younger dwarves barge into the room. One with blonde hair that is adorned with a few braids and the other with brown unruly locks. Both come to an abrupt halt, when their eyes land on me. “So Gandalf really found an Oracle.” The blonde dwarf observes, while throwing an arm around the shoulder of the other one. “Kili are you alright? You should stop gawking at her as if she’s a wild animal ya know?” At that Kili coughs slightly into his hand to hide his embarrassment. “Well, Fili and Kili. At your service.” They both say, before bowing slightly. “I’m Melody, it’s nice to meet you.” I smile welcomely at both dwarves. “Shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Suddenly Balin and Dwalin stand up and grab the table in order to move it to another location. “Should I help you in anyway?” I ask while grabbing my cape, as well as my bag. “Don’t worry Gaihith, we will handle it.” Kili answers, receiving a laugh from his brother. Raising an eyebrow at the foreign word, I walk towards the door to lay my things by the other items on the bench.

The bell rings again as I walk back towards the company. Taking my seat again I see Bilbo walking around frantically. “No. No. There’s nobody home!” He screams outraged, while throwing the stuff in his hands away to all the other baggage at the door. Giggling slightly, I look at the dwarves around me, that begin to make themselves comfortable after bringing out more food. “So, are you really an Oracle?” Kili asks curiously, while taking a seat beside me. “Balin asked me the same question, but yes, yes I am.” “So you can see our future together?” A smirk adorns his stubble adorned lips. Looking into his brown eyes I blush softly at the flirtatious remark. “Unfortunately, I prefer to not look into my own future. Prevents me from missing out on some funny accidents that could happen.” “But you really can tell the future? How?” Fili leans forward to take a better look at me from the seat beside his brother. “There are different methods. Some are very precise and can tell the future up to two weeks in great detail. Others are more vague and can be seen years in advance. The simplest method is reading the tea leaves. That mostly tells the future for a few hours.” Finishing my tea, I look at the leaves. Showing the cup Fili, I point at each leave and what it indicates. “This leave is the amount of people that will stumble through the door in a few seconds.” Filis eyes widen before standing up and walking towards the door, but before he could even reach the threshold, the round green door opens and in fell the rest of the dwarves. Gandalf stands behind them, before crouching down and walking through the door himself.

He waves at me, before turning his attention back to the seizing Hobbit. “How did you know?” Kili looks at me with astonishment. “Hmm could have guessed it through pure luck.” Dwalin grumbles while munching on some cheese. I roll my eyes at his statement, having heard this sentence way too many times in the past. As the rest of the dwarves fill into the room and the pantry, it gets livelier. “Melody I am so happy that you decided to join Thorins company on the quest to Erebor.” I stand up to take Gandalfs hand and greet him properly. “I did take a quick look into both possible futures of mine and I must say, I would be missing out on a wonderous time if I would have chosen not to join.” He smiles brightly before taking the other empty seat beside me. The dwarves begin to sing a song, throwing around plates and cluttery, while Bilbo tries his best to make sure nothing breaks on the way from the cupboard to the long wooden table. Gandalf leans towards me. “Have you already started to look into the future of the company?” I fish out my journal in which I try to keep track of all the results of my variously used methods for future telling. Opening the page I wrote on the last time, I scoot closer towards Gandalf.

“The outcomes vary so incredibly much. I have a rough idea of things that will happen pretty soon but…” I take a deep breath before pulling my long hair over my pointy ears. “I couldn’t extract any information or input on how the adventure will go on. The end of the journey seems grim but also bright. This leads me to believe that there are possible deaths. I know there is a way to prevent this from happening, however I am not entirely sure how. I even used the cauldron with all it’s power, but nothing really detailed was shown. I even looked into the crystal ball but the only thing I saw was that…” The image of the ball on my table yesterday night flashed into my memory again. I was sitting at a chair in front of the small crystal, hovering my hands above it to try and take a peek into the future that awaits me during the journey. The only image that was produced was me hysterically crying on the ground while holding another person. I couldn’t identify the person, still can’t. However, their death seems to have a grave impact on me and apparently also the end of the journey.

“If you want me to try again, I have the ball with me.” “Hmm if you wouldn’t mind, I think it would be best if you test the practicality of the ball on Thorin and look into his future.” Looking around I try searching for him. “It seems like Thorin hasn’t arrived yet.” Gandalf mentions loudly, taking a sip from the small red wine he just received. “Hey Melody, don’t you want to eat something?” Kili suddenly asks me. “Hmm? Oh well what do you have to offer me?” He hums in thought at my answer and looks around the table. “We got almost everything your heart could desire on the table.” Letting my gaze travel across the fully stacked table, I spot some fruits and bread. “I would like some fruits and bread.” “Coming right up Halwûna.” Confusion spreads across my face. Did he just call me another foreign word? Is it dwarvish? Handing the items to me I thank him for his kindness. “What did you just call me?” I ask him after a bit of thinking if I might have heard the word before. “Hmm?” He looks puzzled at me while eating the food he had on his own platter. “Ah.” I take a napkin from beside my plate and hand it to him. “You’ve got some sauce on your cheek.” A soft pink adores his cheeks as he takes the cloth from my hand and wipes away the remnants of the food from his face. “All better?” I smile at him and give him a nod.

A sudden ring disturbs the lively atmosphere, as everyone staggers to their feet. The dwarves form a line at the door in order to greet the last guest. I follow them and take my place right by Bilbos side. Gandalf opens the door and takes a step to the side, in order to make room for the last guest. “Gandalf, I thought you said this place was easy to find.” The atmosphere shifted the moment Thorin steps into the small confinement of the hobbits house. He brings a kind of authority to the group, one can even tell from a far distance that he is made to be a king. “I lost my way around here. Wouldn’t have been able to find the door if it wasn’t for the mark.” “A mark? What mark?” Bilbo frankly looks at his door, however no mark was visible. Thorin takes a look at the hobbit. “You must be our master burglar.” Bilbo is about to protest, however Thorins attention lands on me next. “And you must be the Oracle Gandalf found.” His eyes scrutinize me for a few seconds, before he moves inside properly and lays his stuff neatly on the pile of weapons and bags that were already on the bench beside the door. The rest of the company greets him with kindness while slowly beginning to settle down at the table again.

The kings’ eyes travel across the company, before stopping at me. “Do tell me, are you really able to look into the future?” His eyes examine my attire, brown pants with over knee leather boots for save travel. My off-white blouse hangs loosely over my shoulders and arms while the brown corset clings to my body and keeps the blouse somewhat in place. My long brown hair is mostly kept out of my face by two small braids at either side of my face, which connect at the back of my head again. A few weeks ago, I also cut myself bangs, that now frame my face perfectly.

“Yes, of course I can do so King Thorin. I also apologize for not introducing myself earlier, my name is Melody.” I give him a kind smile before continuing to speak. “I had a talk with Gandalf earlier and we both came to the conclusion to test my gift with you, if you wouldn’t mind that.” His eyes squint at me before mentioning me over. “How exactly do you think this will work?” “I brought my crystal ball for this journey. This gives me the chance to look into the future in great detail, however the ball only can go up to two weeks from now on.” “Very well.” He settles down in a chair. I take the crystal ball out of the bag and place it on the table in front of Thorin. The ball is clear on the inside, so I am able to directly look at Thorin if I would look through the orb. “Please place your hands on each side of the ball, but do not touch it.” Raising an eyebrow at me, his sceptical gaze wanders over to Gandalf. “Are you sure she is an Oracle? I mean it is said that they are just mere fiction.” Biting down on my lip in order to not snap at his rudeness, I place my hands on top of his. “I would rather you see for yourself if I am the real deal or not of instead asking Gandalf for his guidance on this matter.”

His eyebrow raises as he gave me a pointed look, before settling his gaze on the object in front of him. The silence in the room was deafening as every person looks expectantly into the crystal ball. Slowly some fog starts to form inside the orb. The fog begins to vanish in the middle and a picture starts to form. Thorin sat atop his horse, riding at the front of the company. Suddenly he turns around and Bilbo runs towards him and Balin, a letter in his hand. Not any letter no. “He hands you the contract that he had to sign earlier.” “A contract?” Bilbo stares at the picture with scrunched up eyebrows. “I have to sign a contract?” “We will talk about it in great detail later master burglar.” Thorin says, his gaze never leaving the images inside the crystal ball. The picture changes and shows him resting at the fire with the others. Kili and Fili seem to make a joke towards Bilbo, which Thorin seems to not enjoy as much. “You talk about the experience you had with Azog and the fight that happened.” Looking at him for a split second I can see his blue-grey eyes shimmer with hatred at the mention of the name. “Would you like me to continue?” “No that would be enough.” He retreats his hands from the crystal ball and his gaze lands on me. “Welcome to the company Melody.”

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