#Modern!Fili

[laurfilijames]

In Your Arms

Pairing: Durin’s Garage Fili x reader

Words: 682

Warnings: none

Summary: Both you and Fili are exhausted, physically and emotionally, from the toils of the world and life and find comfort in each other and a nap.

A/N: I haven’t really been writing and I realized I haven’t posted anything in over 30 days and have been struggling so much with that, and as much as I want to be working on my other stories this was something quick and comforting that came to me so here. And yes it’s sleep intimacy again don’t come at me.

There’s so much going on in the world right now and I think everyone, regardless of what is happening in your life, could use a little rest in the arms of your favourite character. 💗

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Fili couldn’t keep his eyes open a moment longer; being stuck under the belly of a rusty car until the early hours of the morning and then waking up to go back again after only a few quick hours of sleep finally having caught up to him.

His body felt beat up, his limbs heavy with fatigue and mind foggy; and even still he felt guilty as he sank into the welcoming hug of the mattress. He shouldn’t be taking a nap, he thought as his head crashed against the pillow that smelled of you, but it felt so good. One arm moved up to flop above his head while the other rested on his stomach, his thumb moving idly over his own skin in a soothing way in your absence.

Just a few minutes, he told himself as his eyelids fell shut and a deep sleep quickly took him.

Your day hadn’t even been that bad, you cursed yourself as you furiously wiped away the tears that fell onto your cheeks despite trying to hold them back. There were far worse things to be upset about, far worse situations to be in or concern yourself with but you couldn’t help it. You felt drained, exhausted and defeated. The world was heavy and when you thought of one bad thing, it instantly snowballed into something else that made you want to weep even more. But your heart lifted a little when you saw Fili’s truck already parked in the driveway, relieved he was home after not having seen much of him the last two days. You missed him, ached for him more than ever, and you made it into the house before you could register what your body did to get you there.

It was quiet, and your heart beat with a pang of worry when you didn’t hear music coming from the kitchen or the sound of pots and pans clinking together in a harmony of dinner being made.

You placed your shoes next to Fili’s boots that had been kicked off carelessly, the oil stained into the worn leather evidence of the grueling and dedicated hours he put into his craft.

Soft snores became recognizable as you moved toward the bedroom, and you smiled weakly when you saw the tired form of your loving mechanic sprawled out in bed sound asleep.

A wash of fatigue hit you like a wall, your body and mind agreeing that a nap was the best choice on this emotionally draining day, and you instantly crawled into bed and tucked yourself up against Fili’s warm and welcoming body, knowing that in his arms everything that felt too much to bear would become a little less daunting.

He startled awake, jumping slightly as though he didn’t realize he’d fallen asleep or that it wasn’t his intention to do so.

He hummed and rubbed his thumb and forefingers over his blood-shot eyes aggressively, trying to wake himself up after being in such a hard sleep. “I was just about to get up.”

You nestled closer to him, wrapping your arm over his torso, your leg covering his like a vine.

“Let’s stay here a while,” you requested quietly, giving him a slight squeeze in hopes he would comfort and ground you just as easily as he always did.

Fili adjusted slightly to look at you, seeing the weariness in your face, your worry and unease unable to go unnoticed even in his own worn-out state.

Without saying a word, he pulled you closer and placed his lips on your forehead, allowing you to sink in against his chest, his warmth and scent surrounding you in a reprieve you’d been desperate for all day. His hand smoothed over your hair as he languidly stroked the back of your head before he ceased and placed another kiss on your crown while you nestled into his furry chest.

Fili let out a compliant sigh, more than happy to lay here with you in his arms for as long as it took for you both to get the rest you sought.

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#modern au fili #durin’s garage #fili #modern!fili #modern fili x reader #fili x reader #comfort fic #the hobbit fili #the hobbit #the hobbit modern au

[rutobuka2]

christmas cookies! 🎄 happy holidays, guys!

#bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #dwalin #fili #kili #modern au

[verk0my]

Mira and the Company, but make it Buzzfeed Unsolved

this was so much fun to draw, thank you the idea!

#verkomy oc mira #mira thimbleberry #the hobbit oc #hobbit oc #oc #the hobbit #kili and fili #kili #fili #kili durin #fili durin #lotr #buzzfeed unsolved #ghost files #ghost hunting #modern au #tolkien #fanart #my art #verkomy #verkomy 2023 #procreate

[lonicera-edulis]

#wips #I do in fact have two 'modern' aus (3rd sketch) #the second au is a more interesting though I think #technically they are not even modern aus too #isekai once again #kind of #or reverse isekai? #idk #I am not an expert #I looked into psd file and there were these fili and kili #someone who has a strong existential crisis lately is not supposed to listen to ambient music before sleep and still listens to it #hmmm huh uh? #I love dot eyes so much I don't know xD #the most enjoyable style to draw #the hobbit #bagginshield #kiliel

[rynneer]

Misty Memories Cold

When you wake in Fíli’s bed with no recollection of anything after a disaster in Mirkwood, he’s ready to risk anything, even his uncle’s wrath, to bring back what you had together.

Cold.

You’re cold. It’s dark. You’re falling. Someone reaches for you. Too late.

The water folds in around you. It floods your nose. It floods your ears. Your limbs don’t work. You can’t swim.

Muffled shouts. You open your mouth to cry back. It fills with water.

Choking.

Drowning.

Drowning.

Drowning drowning drowning dr–

You wake with a jolt, sitting up in bed.

Bed?

You pat the sheets around you. Yes, you’re definitely in a bed, not curled up on the leaf litter in Mirkwood.

“I guess it really was a dream,” you whisper, shoulders slumping. But as you run your fingers across the hem of the blanket, you frown. It doesn’t feel like the old quilt on your bed. It’s thicker, softer.

Something is wrong.

You look around the room as your eyes begin to adjust. There’s a fireplace across the room, the dying embers casting just enough light to let you make out the vague shapes of furniture in the darkness. The walls and floor are stone, adorned with plush rugs. The wind rattles the shutters outside the window, hidden behind thick curtains.

This is not your bedroom… and you are not alone. A dark figure stirs next to you beneath the covers. You scramble out of bed but find the floor farther away than expected. You land hard on your side. “Ow!”

You slap your hand over your mouth, but it’s too late. The figure sits up with a groan, rubbing at its face and leaning to peer over the edge of the bed at you. There’s no mistaking that mustache, those braids.

“Fíli? What… where are we?” And why are we in bed together?

Fíli blinks a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. “What do you mean?” he asks hoarsely, his voice rough. He rolls out of bed and kneels in front of you. “We’re home. In Erebor? You know, the mountain? Big pile of rocks and snow? It’s rather hard to miss.” He raises an eyebrow, trying to coax a smile from you.

Instead, you scoot backwards, putting space between you and the prince as you process his words. “But we were just in Mirkwood,” you protest. “How did we get here?”

Fíli’s confusion turns to concern. “Y/N, that was a year ago.” He shifts closer and brushes a thumb over your cheek. “Are you feeling alright?”

You stiffen against his touch, heart in your throat. Ever the gentleman, he’s never touched you without permission before. But something about the way his palm cups your face feels familiar. “I don’t know,” you whisper, shaking your head. “All I remember is falling into the stream.”

“You don’t remember the elves? Fighting for the mountain? All the time we spent together?” He uncovers a long braid in your hair. “Our wedding?”

“Wedding?!” It’s true, you’ve harbored feelings for Fíli since the two of you met in Bag End. You’d admired him in the book and movies, and to see him for real… it did something to you. But you never thought he would return your affections—how could he? You’re a plain, young woman from another world, and he’s a handsome prince, heir to the throne.

Fíli searches your face, expression unreadable. Finally, he stands, offering you his hand. “Come on.”

You take it hesitantly. His fingers lace through yours, and he helps you to your feet. Strangely, you find that instead of being taller than the dwarf, you’re just level with his chin. But before you can comment on this, Fíli pulls you out the door and down a narrow hallway.

He leads you to a large sitting room, taking you to the sofa next to yet another fireplace. “Wait here,” he orders softly. “I’ll fetch Thorin.”

“Thorin’s alive?” you breathe. “What about Kíli?”

“Kíli would like to know what the pair of you are doing up and chattering in the middle of the night,” replies a voice from behind you. The youngest Durin leans against the wall with his arms crossed, hair still tousled from sleep.

You tip back your head and close your eyes. “They did it,” you sigh in relief. “Oh, thank God, they did it.”

Kíli raises an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

Fíli pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let me get Thorin first. I would rather not explain this twice.”

 

“Again.” Thorin paces in front of the fire.

You rub your forehead. “I told you, that’s it,” you groan. “I fell in the water and woke up here.”

Kíli shakes his head. “It makes no sense.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Thorin flashes you a warning look.

“It was no ordinary stream,” Fíli points out. He sits with you on the couch, his hand resting on top of yours. Every once in a while, he gives it a reassuring squeeze. “It had some sort of foul magic. She wouldn’t wake for days.”

“If it’s magic that we’re dealing with,” you glance at Thorin warily before continuing, “it might be a good idea to talk with the elves.”

“Absolutely not,” Thorin snaps. His lip curls in disgust. “I refuse to invite them to interfere in our private matters.”

Kíli’s eyes brighten. “What about Gandalf, then? Where would we find him?”

They all look to you. You close your eyes, teasing and tugging at the cobwebs that cloud the part of your mind where your Middle Earth knowledge is stored. “He’s… there’s no guarantee we even could find him. Gandalf doesn’t have a home, exactly. He wanders. They don’t call him the Grey Pilgrim for nothing.”

“So we don’t know where Gandalf is,” Fíli starts slowly, “but we do know where the elves are.”

“And Gandalf wasn’t in Mirkwood with us,” you add. “There’s no guarantee he even knows about the enchanted stream—but Thranduil definitely would.”

Thorin crosses his arms. “Out of the question.”

“Did you not make peace with Mirkwood?”

“Peace does not mean friendship,” Thorin retorts. His voice, raised in frustration, echoes off of the polished stone walls. Down another hallway, you hear a door slam. Thorin groans at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“And just what in Mahal’s name is everyone shouting about at this hour of night?”

A new dwarf steps into the firelight. In the dim light, she almost looks like a copy of Thorin. But as she approaches, you can see her features are softer, her eyes rounder, her beard thinner. And there’s no mistaking the Durin glare that she levels at Thorin, her blue eyes just as piercing as they are tired.

You glance at Fíli with uncertainty. He squeezes your hand and leans close to murmur in your ear. “It’s just Amad. Mother,” he translates when you don’t seem to understand.

Dís. You nod quickly.

Thorin looks at you, then back to his sister, standing with arms crossed and an eyebrow raised expectantly. As they exchange words in their rough native tongue, Dís’s expression of irritation turns to one of soft, motherly concern. She comes closer to you and gently brushes away a few strands of unruly hair from your face. “You must be tired, natha.”

“Daughter,” Fíli whispers.

“A bit,” you reply quietly, finding yourself suddenly shy with the full attention of a mother focused on you.

“Poor dove,” Dís tuts. She straightens up and pats you on the shoulder. “Fíli, take your lass back to bed. We will speak in the morning.” Thorin looks like he means to protest, but Dís silences him with an icy glare. Planting a kiss on the top of your head, she pushes Kíli and Thorin back down their opposite hallways. Fíli pats your hand and follows her quickly, his words in Khuzdûl fading as he gets further away.

Finally alone, you let out a long sigh. For the first time, you get the chance to look yourself over, to see what has changed. Your hair is longer, brushing the small of your back. When you run your fingers through it, you find braids styled to match Fíli’s. A dwarven marriage custom, perhaps? There’s a thin, gold band on your finger, too, lined with tiny sapphires that sparkle in the firelight. A little smile tugs at the corner of your mouth; at least you kept some piece of your own marriage customs.

And while Fíli has been bare-chested this whole time, you’re wearing a dark green shirt, no doubt one that used to be his. It’s long enough on you to serve as a nightgown. A blush rises on your face when you realize the deep v-neck exposes the dip between your breasts—and has been exposing it to everyone else this whole time.

“Amrâlimê?” Fíli’s voice from the hallway is soft. He pokes his head into the sitting room. “Aren’t you going to come to bed?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, suddenly very interested in the fireplace. In anything that isn’t Fíli’s too-kind face. “Do you want me to?” you ask hesitantly.

It’s silent for a few seconds. Fíli sighs heavily and comes to kneel before you, taking your hands in his. “Y/N, you are my wife. Of course I want you to come to bed. It is our bed.” His eyes search yours, desperately looking for the light he knows should be there. “Do I not have your love?”

“I mean, sure,” you reply softly. Your voice is strained. “I just… I don’t understand how I have yours. You’re the crown prince, you’re perfect. And I’m just… me.”

“You are so much more than that,” Fíli murmurs. “You are everything to me.” He kisses your forehead and stands. Before you can say anything, you’re swept up in his arms. Startled, you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck to avoid falling, but he carries your smaller frame with ease.

You frown, remembering your observation from earlier. “Shouldn’t I be taller than you?”

“Ah. Well.” Fili’s chuckle makes his chest vibrate against your cheek. “That’s all that we thought the stream did. Make you properly sized.”

“Properly sized?” you repeat in disbelief. “You call this properly sized?”

“You complained about it endlessly,” Fíli continues. A playful smile tugs at his lips. “Until you realized how well you fit in my arms.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re very funny.”

“I’m also handsome, charming, brave…”

“Shut up.” You smack his shoulder lightly, but hide a smile as you tuck your head beneath his chin. Maybe you can get used to this.

But as he kicks open the door to his—your—room, and you see the bed with its rumpled covers, you tense.

“Y/N?” Fíli’s breath tickles your neck.

“It’s… just a lot, all at once,” you mumble.

He squeezes you, then lowers you gently to the bed. “I understand,” he murmurs.

“You really don’t, though.” Pent-up frustration simmers within you. “When’s the last time you fell into a stream, woke up, and found out a year had passed and you’re married?”

“Are you upset that we’re married?” Fíli asks, his face falling.

You feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him. This can’t be any easier for him. Running your hand through your tangled hair, you shake your head. “It feels like one moment, I was a girl with a crush, and then I wake up, and suddenly I’m a married woman. I’ve missed out on everything.”

“It’s in there, somewhere,” he whispers, stroking your cheek. You flinch away, your body unsure of how to react to his touch. Hurt flickers across his face, but he pulls back. “Can I fix your braids?” he asks. There’s desperation in his eyes.

Recognizing his need to touch you in whatever way he can, you nod slowly, and turn. The gentle, rhythmic tugging as he combs and re-braids your hair is hypnotic, and you find your eyelids drooping.

“There,” Fíli says, turning you back to him. He smiles sadly. “Beautiful as ever.”

Your heart aches. Whether it aches for him, the dwarf searching for his loving wife in the uncertain girl before him, or yourself, longing to be that loving wife, you do not know.

After a moment of hesitation, you lean in and reward him with a quick kiss on the cheek. His beard is prickly against your lips. “I’m tired,” you whisper when you draw back.

The kiss brings a real smile to his face, however small it may be. Fíli pulls back the covers and you wriggle underneath them. You settle into a dip worn down into the mattress from hundreds of nights before. Fíli slides into place behind you, his chest against your back. You stiffen slightly, but force yourself to relax.

“Is this alright?” His deep, quiet voice vibrates through your body.

You nod. He can have a little cuddle, as a treat. As an apology.

He takes that as a signal to test the limits further. You can tell he’s holding his breath as he drapes his arm over your waist. “Is this alright?”

“It’s cozy,” you mumble sleepily, letting the warmth of his body overwhelm you.

Fíli lets out his breath, pulling you tightly against him and nuzzling his face into your hair.

As you drift off, you do your best to pretend you don’t notice his quiet tears.

You began to stir, finding your face pressed into something warm and firm. As you tried to pull away to look around, you were met with resistance. You made a disgruntled noise.

“Y/N?!” Suddenly, a hand yanked your head backwards. Wide eyes searched your face frantically. You just barely registered who held you before he pulled you back in a crushing embrace. “I thought we’d lost you.”

“Fíli?” you mumbled, your voice muffled by his coat. “Can’t breathe.”

He released you, finally letting you get your bearings. The two of you were alone in a small, stone cell. Torchlight flickered just outside the wrought iron bars, casting a dim, orange light into your cell.

A shadow crossed over the door. “Oh, so she is alive. Here, then.” An apple landed on the ground in front of you, followed by a waterskin. “That’s the most you get until tomorrow. Make it last.” The shadow retreated, footsteps echoing down a long hallway.

Pieces began to slot into place in your mind. You nodded slowly. Mirkwood, elves, imprisonment. “How long have we been in here?”

“A few days at most, given how often they’ve brought food and water. But it’s hard to tell.” Fíli seemed distracted, eyes scanning your body. “How do you feel?”

You frowned and patted yourself up and down. “A bit sore, but I think I’m fine.” You untangled yourself from Fíli and tried to stand on shaky legs, your knees instantly failing beneath you.

Immediately, he jumped up and grabbed your waist from behind to steady you. “Y/N?” His voice was soft. “Y/N, please do not be alarmed when you turn around.”

“What?” You twisted in his grasp and looked up into his concerned face.

Up. You had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. He was big. You tried to back away but the space was so narrow, you collided with the wall after just a single step. “You’re taller,” you stated, almost robotically. “But you’re a dwarf. You can’t be taller than me. I’m supposed to be the taller one. How did you get taller?”

“I did not get taller,” he corrected you. “You got smaller.”

You just stared at him blankly. Fíli sighed, gently taking hold of your arm and easing you back to the ground. He took the apple from the floor and placed it in your hand. “Eat,” he ordered quietly. “You haven’t had any food in days. It was hard enough to get water into you.”

Instead, you rolled it between your palms absentmindedly. “How long was I out?”

“Just over a week. We were trying to cross a stream, and you fell in.”

“Instead of Bombur,” you interjected.

Fíli raised an eyebrow. “If you say so. Glóin managed to snag you,” he continues, “and when he pulled you out, you were… well, smaller. But you wouldn’t wake up. You even slept through the spiders. I was so afraid that you were gone before I could tell you–” he broke off, his voice thick. He tore his eyes away from yours, a blush rising on his face.

“What?” You reached out and took hold of his chin, turning his face back to you. Yet his eyes still avoided you. You crawled closer, kneeling between his outstretched legs. Your traitorous heart pounded hopefully against your ribs. “Tell me what, Fee?”

He shook his head. “No, no, it’s foolish. I shouldn’t… you wouldn’t…” Finally, he looked back up at you. “I love you?” He phrased it as a question, his blue eyes filled with hesitation. It was strangely endearing, seeing the normally confident prince so bashful. Fíli lifted a cautious hand to your cheek, fingers just barely brushing your skin.

Surprise temporarily robbed you of your voice. Mistaking your silence for rejection, Fíli quickly pulled his hand away. Shame and hurt flashed across his face. “Forgive me,” he blurted out, ducking his head. “I should not burden you with feelings you can never return.” He pulled his legs back in and moved further into the shadowy recesses of the cell.

But you crawled after him, refusing to let him go that easily. “Fíli, why didn’t you say anything?” When he remained silent, you wound your fingers up in one of his braids and tugged, forcing him to turn his head towards you. “Why are you so sure that I can’t feel the same?”

A cautious spark of hope flared to life in his eyes. “Because you’re perfect, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “You deserve so much more than I can give.”

You smiled, eyes tracing his face. The gold locks that framed it, the sky blue eyes, the flushed cheeks. And those soft, pink lips, parted ever so slightly as he awaited your next words.

But words were the furthest thing from your mind. Refusing to hold back any longer, you grabbed Fíli by the collar, lunging forward to claim his mouth.

His eyes widened, then fluttered shut as his hands grabbed at your waist. Fíli pulled you back into his lap and wrapped his arms around you, reaching up to comb through your tangled hair with his fingers.

A rock clanged against the bars of your cell. “Get a room!” came Kíli’s voice, echoing down the hall.

You broke away with a laugh. “This is a room!”

Kíli’s only response was a disgusted groan as Fíli grabbed at your face for more.

#fanfiction #fíli #kíli #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #dís #fili x you #fili x reader #modern girl in middle earth #amnesia #falling back in love #everybody lives #soft Fíli #angst and hurt/comfort #it gets angstier before it gets fluffier

[dael1n]

I decided to make a modern au! According to the Hobbit! (events BEFORE the quest in the canon) Thorin Durin, 39 years old, (6.2 ft) is trying to get his family's business back. Dis Durin, 32 years old, (6,4 ft) businesswoman with two children Fili Durin, 7 years old, is a fan of Iron Man Kili Durin, 5 years old, doesn't know what Marvel is, but he likes the star on Captain America's shield

Balin Durin, 31 years old, (5.8 ft) history teacher at the university Bilbo Baggins, 31, (5,5 ft) a biology teacher at the university, has his own greenhouse and a small flower shop that he inherited from his mother (the Gamgee family works for him there)

Dwalin Durin, 26 years old (6.6 ft) As a child, he was in an accident with many of the Durin family, left a scar on his eye, which is why he sees poorly. It did not hurt to serve in the army, I have been to places of increased military danger. (before that, he was severely depressed due to the loss of his parents and best friend, now he is trying to re-learn how to live in order to be a a worthy guardian to two little assholes

#hobbit #the hobbit #modern au #thorin oakenshield #thorin x bilbo #lady dis #fili durin #kili durin #fili and kili #Balin #bilbo baggins #dwalin #tolkien dwarves

[taisha-san]

I wish you all a ✨️Happy New Year✨️

Timelapse?:

#my art #art #artists on tumblr #fanart #the hobbit #dwarf #fili #kili #fili and kili #fili durin #kili durin #the lord of the rings #modern au #happy new year #2024

[durinlover]

My brain is FULL of TH fic ideas but I've already got 3 WIP and most of them are just "what if"s with no plot so I'll just post them here I guess and maybe some writing god hears me/ reads them and someone else actually uses them.

Here's Nr. 1:

Frerin did in fact NOT die at Azanulbizar but was transported into our modern world, sometime in the second half of the 19th century.

After some adjusting (industrialization is in full force but it's still not as 'bad' as it would be rn) he builds a life, him being a dwarf meaning that he ages extremely slowly compared to us lowly humans so he has to move after a while and again and again.

He lives in the UK, US, France, Germany, Italy, Finland.....

He fights in both world wars depending on where he lives during that time (WW1 on the German side, WW2 on the UK's), other than that he goes to university and works all kind of jobs like policeman, fireman, soldier, teacher, carpenter,smith, weaver, factory worker, violinist etc etc etc

Around 1900 he meets this fella J R R Tolkien and befriends him, and after a time finds out that his friend is writing books about middle Earth, not only that, but one about his very own brother. Tolkien apparently is a seer of some kind because it's still almost a century until "The Hobbit" would happen (he does the math).

Frerin helps Tolkien with authenticity for his books, because the dude is smart and found out about Frerin after he corrected his Khuzdul one time to many.

Anyhow, after reading what will happen to his family, he becomes a mite bit obsessed with returning to Middle Earth and having ammased quite some wealth and with the help of some friends in high places starts founding various research projects into things like teleportation, multiverse, magic, alchemy, you name it. He also becomes a member of the Freemasons due to his occult knowledge.

In around 80 years there's almost no progress towards Frerin's goal of returning home, he does still have a research company but only a small group of mostly students works on the multiverse hypothesis, the rest does all kinds of stuff, technology, energy, whatever.

He has for the time being settled somewhere in Scandinavia, is a College Professor for Sociology and Political Science and volunteers as a social worker for troubled children.

He is fostering 2 or 3 children himself (ages 6 - 16) and has two grown up adopted children that still live & work with him (they found out about him), a guy & a lass ( both early twenties).

Somehow (don't ask I don't know) the whole household (meaning Frerin, his two young adult children, the foster children, his south American householder, her tiny dog and their personal Butler (more of a live-in family friend by now, think Niles from "The Nanny") all get sucked into a portal or whatever end get spit out into Middle Earth.

Not at Ered Luin of course, that would be easy, no, but somewhere extremely inconvenient. The Lone lands, the Brown lands, Moria, something along the lines of "we are so fucked".

So now it is a few years (1-3, or the characters have too much time to become Mary-Sues), before the quest to Erebor, and they have to reach Thorin before than and somehow survive a world filled with orcs (and elves!) while juggling a 6 year old, a tiny & barky dog, a cliché Mamacita, a British butler, and Frerin's realisation that he has gotten much too used to modern convenience.

(my weak ass would probably include some romance between one/more than one of the original characters and the canon characters, I'm a sucker for Fili or Kili x OFM and rare pairings like KilixBifur or ThorinxNori and I want Frerin to date an elf or Bard I think.)

.... Does this sound like something you would read/write? I'd maybe try to write this with someone else, alone I don't dare to. What do y'all think?

#the hobbit #tolkien #middle earth #fili and kili #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #fíli #the hobbit fanfiction #kili durin #kíli #frerin #hobbit au #fanfic #fanfic ideas #the hobbit imagine #MGiME #modern character in middle earth

[lordoftherazzles]

↳ NOW ON AO3!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM ME TO ME! I wanted to do something a little different for my birthday this year, so in true hobbit fashion, I am gifting this little oneshot to everyone! I had a lot of fun with it, and honestly, I am proud of what I’ve made! It also made me hungry if the banner says anything about it. I hope you all enjoy this little birthday gift from me to you (and me) <3

Bilbo Baggins has two great loves: molding young minds and baking. So it comes as a bit of a shock to him when at his nephew's 7th birthday party a third love is added to the list. A pair of dazzling blue eyes that are constantly looking in his direction. Of course, they could just be looking at Bilbo's cupcakes - they were outstanding if he did say so himself.

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship(s): Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili, Kili, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, Merry Brandybuck, Primula Baggins, Drogo Baggins, Dis

Humming lightly to himself alongside the tunes blasting from a wireless speaker, Bilbo wasn’t sure what prompted his eyes towards the gate leading to his front yard. At first the fond grin that had formed on his lips was similar to the one he wore when greeting his students each day. Then suddenly it wasn’t. While he recognized the two kids marching their way into the yard, it was the fellow they were tugging along with them that had Bilbo rooted to the ground with his mouth agape. Fili and Kili, sons of Dis Durin who had…lost her husband last winter, if Bilbo remembered correctly. This couldn’t be a new man in her life already, could it? Then again, who was he to judge? Swallowing thickly at the implication, Bilbo took another glance towards the exasperated fellow being dragged along through his yard. He looked far too much like Dis now that he was getting a second glance. Perhaps a brother? Or a cousin, perhaps? Whatever it was, Bilbo desperately wanted to know– “Something on your mind, Bilbo?” Prim asked, smacking him square in the chest with a bag of cheese puffs. “It’s not every day you’re standing there looking like someone twisted your tongue into knots.” “I’m–I was just unaware that the Durin boys were invited, it’s a nice surprise.” “Especially the big one there, huh?” Feeling an elbow nudge into his arm, Bilbo was suddenly grateful he had no siblings. This was the type of annoying teasing he could have expected from a brother or sister…but even still, he hadn’t escaped it entirely. “Hardly.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! #the hobbit #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #thorin x bilbo #bilbo x thorin #modern au #fili #kili #frodo baggins #primula baggins #lady dis #samwise gamgee #pippin took #merry brandybuck #i bet i missed someone #razzywrites #fic: the icing on the cupcake #i could do more with this au....and i may.... #hobbit fic #hobbit fanfic #bagginshield fic #razzywrites: oneshots

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Warmth and Solace by @laurfilijames​

The storm outside wake you, but you have Fili to keep you warm.

Remedy by @laurfilijames

Prim comes home tired and in pain thanks to her period. Modern!Fili knows just how to help. This fic is NSFW and contains smut and period blood.

Rockslide by @immawriteyouthings

After hiding your hirsutism from the company, they become ecstatic that you are a bearded human lass. You mistake their eagerness as mockery and they comfort you. Kind of Kili x

#comfort #comfort fic #fili #fili durin #kili #kili durin #modern!fili #fili x readre #fili x oc #kili x reader #company x reader #thorins company

[laurfilijames]

Incandescent

Pairing: modern Fili x female reader

Words: 4,276

Warnings: 18+ rated E. Nudity. Oral sex (female receiving). Masturbation (male). Unprotected intercourse.

Summary: Hot, sticky, sweaty smut. You and Fili escape for a weekend to a lakeside cabin and indulge in each other over and over again. The weather is hot and humid, which only increases your thirst for more skin on skin action.

A/N: This is my first fic in what seems like forever, as well as my first fic for Fili in what is even longer a time. I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy it! A special thanks to @i-did-not-mean-to for encouraging me with the idea, as well as @blairsanne and @linasofia for supporting me along the way 💗

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Your heavy eyelids flitted closed, listening to the soothing sound of the water lapping against the shore. A splash resounded through the open windows beside you, the crash of Fili diving into the lake to break it apart with his strong form causing a smile to draw across your face, imagining his tawny skin and golden hair pushing through the clear water to try to reach its cool depths.

It hadn’t been this hot in ages, the air so thick it felt difficult to breathe, no reprieve from the summer heat even with being lakeside. There was nothing else to do on a day like today but laze around, drowsy even without doing anything, the sun making you impossibly tired. Still, you loved it, watching Fili turn to gold in the powerful rays, his skin adorned with freckles and the downy hair that decorated his chest, arms and legs bleached to perfection.

Your escape to the lake house was spontaneous; Fili in need of a break and you simply in need of him, just the two of you with nothing but time to reconnect, relax and restore. Already the first day had been filled with sleep and sex, one always complimenting the other and following no particular order, time non-existent in your summer oasis.

"It refuses to cool off out there," Fili said with slight disbelief as he trudged through the small cabin, still wet from the lake, his feet tacky against the floor.

You hummed in response, breathing in deeply to capture the smell of the heat coming in with the breeze through the windows that surrounded the bed. You opened your eyes slowly, but just in time to see Fili peeling off his wet swim trunks, the tan line from his waist down accentuated drastically, his skin that hadn't seen sunlight starkly contrasting against that which was now bronzed. His smile pulled out his dimples as he looked you over, falling into bed to join you. One arm fell on his chest while the other went up over his head, and a deep sigh left his lungs through his lips. "God, it's hot in here too. I don't know which is worse."

"I know," you replied, shifting slightly to try to get to a cooler part of the sheets that hadn't been heated by your body.

"You should take this off," Fili teased, his finger hooking in your tank top that clung to your waist with dampness. "And these," he continued, his fingers dancing across the band of your thong, the action tickling you and making you squirm.

You smiled and breathed out, trying to settle back into the sleepy haze you were in just moments ago, but Fili wasn't having it. Feeling him shift so he was now hovering over you, you flinched when water dripped onto your chest from his hair that he’d attempted to slick back with his hand, only to fall forward in his face in a mop of curls, the difference in temperature feeling so welcoming and refreshing. The sensation of the droplets on your flushed skin made your nipples harden into peaks, pushing against the thin fabric of your top that was now being pulled up your body in hopes of being discarded. You arched your back to offer assistance, and as soon as it was whisked over your head, Fili captured your lips in a searing, sluggish kiss. Each time he moved more water dripped onto you, making your skin even more responsive to his touch, each caress heightened and sensitive. Your kisses were hot and lazy, the weather seeming to suck out your energy, but not enough to make either of you lack in wanting more. His hands raked through your hair, pulling the strands that were damp with sweat away from your face, the hardness between his legs grinding against the now-wet material that was still keeping you separated.

You pulled your bottom lip in your teeth when he retreated from you, kneeling back on his heels as he slowly slipped your panties over the curve of your hips and down your thighs, the sight of him naked with his erection on full display making you feel desperate. Fili looked at you with a hunger in his eyes once you were bare before him that made you feel dizzy, and you knew it wasn't because of the stifling heat. His hands trailed up your calves, his lips following suit, pressing kisses that felt like tiny infernos on nearly every part of your leg, his eyes that were as blue as cold water never leaving yours until he reached the apex of your thighs. Your head dug back into the pillow as his tongue joined in the ministrations of his lips, swirling over your quivering skin before blowing onto the wet spot he created as a way to help cool you down. It wasn't working of course, the intense need you had for him making your chest heave and sweat trickle down between your breasts, his relentless teasing setting you on fire.

"Fuck, you smell so good," he growled, his voice deep and heavy with lust. "taste so sweet..." His tongue licked a path up along your groin, missing your core completely, the frustration building in you making you reach out and grip at his wet locks.

"Fi…" you whined, watching as your pleading made his lips that were still kissing your flesh stretch into a dimpled, playful grin. He braced his arms on either side of your body, his breathing growing ragged as he took in the sight of you below him; spread out and wet, your skin gleaming and begging for more of his touch. In turn you gazed upon his glorious self, his chest hair no longer wet from the lake but from sweat, his forehead beaded with drops that caught in his eyebrows.

"What do you want?" he asked, cocking his head to the side with his question.

You pulled your legs up, opening them more, enticing him with better access to the pressure that was building in your core.

"I want you." Your words felt thick in your throat, dry from the air and your yearning, your body responding to his cues of wanting you equally as much when he flashed a crooked smile that was laced with deviance.

"You can have me," he confirmed, leaning down to suck harshly on your nipple. "Anyway you want." Again, he blew on your skin, his warm breath fanning over you, but enough of a contrast that it sent shivers down your spine. Fili crawled backwards, his scruffy lips peppering your stomach with more kisses until he met your aching mound. His tongue dove between your lips, parting them to lick at your essence, his sounds of approval vibrating through your bones. He shifted so he laid on his side, your legs draping over his shoulders as he ate at you appreciatively, his arm hooking under your thigh to support you. You watched through blurred vision him open his own legs to grip at his shaft and languidly stroke it, the sight of him working himself the same time as you sending you close to the edge. He continued to expertly lick and suck at you, his attention to every detail of your fluttering heat causing your hips to grind against his face, his efforts quickly throwing you into the depths of ecstasy. Your mewling filled the air, the calming sound of the water nothing compared to how you sang for him, and when he knew you were approaching the point of no return, Fili let go of his engorged cock to selflessly give you everything you sought. Two fingers dove into your velvet walls, hooking to massage the spot he knew was guaranteed to make you fall, his tongue circling a pattern on your swollen clit that throbbed from the roughness of his stubble. Your broken cry shattered through the room, your body convulsing against him as he refused to let up his intensity, breaking you down bit by bit until you completely let go.

He tasted everything you gave, relishing in your pleasure, but now his own needs were insisting to be met, everything about you making him drunk and wild with raw desire.

Fili sat up and gripped your leg, helping to guide you to roll onto your side before taking your hips and moving you to lay completely on your stomach.

"On your knees, baby," he instructed, his voice low and even despite how feral he felt inside.

You did as you were told, feeling him inch toward you to line up behind you, spreading your cheeks apart to press his oozing head to your entrance. He slowly filled you, inch by inch, struggling to keep his control as you moaned to him stretching you out until he reached your hilt.

He pulled out of you all the way, his head nudging at your sensitive lips as his cock wagged against you before pushing back in, harder this time, your hands clawing at the moist sheets under you. Seated in you fully again, he began to thrust, slow and calculated, each stroke of his cock along your cervix and blow to your g-spot making you see stars. Fili leaned forward, his mouth leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your back, his arm reaching around to hold you close to him. His hand cupped your breasts as they bounced in time to his pace, your own hips rolling back against his, his thumb circling your nipples in turn while his other hand found and covered yours on the bed and interlocked with your fingers.

Slowly, he fucked you, his tempo surprising you and making you wonder if the heat was what was making him unhurried, or rather an intended indulgence that refused to melt away like everything else in this weather. Your bodies slipped on each other, slick skin gliding and panting breaths echoed off the walls. Fili moved his hand from your chest, sliding up your throat to press against it lightly, and you tipped your head to the side so he could tuck his face in the crook of your neck, decorating you with lazy, clumsy kisses.

Craving more of him, you brought your hands that were locked together up to where your bodies connected, Fili taking your cue to massage your clit, ever-willing to give you what you needed. You shook at the new addition of pleasure, the nerves in your body tingling and firing all at once, signalling your need for a second release. Your arms failed you and you fell to lay completely on your front, Fili adapting to the new position by lifting one of your legs to bend at ninety degrees, your hip shifting up to still allow room for his hand to help coax your climax out. The heaviness of his body covered you, and even on this feverish day, you didn't wish for him to part from you. Suddenly, his fervor increased, and sensing he was approaching his end, your own was spurred on, the hope of falling apart simultaneously sending you through to that blinding wave of rapture you could never tire of him giving you. Pounding you relentlessly, Fili's grunts fell hot against your ear while you met your hips back into each thrust, feeling his swollen length slide in and out of you before you clenched around him and plunged into bliss. Curses spilled from his mouth in strings of incoherence, his body bucking against yours as you strangled out his release, his seed coating your walls at your deepest part. You shuddered beneath him, completely at the mercy of his touch, rocking on him until you both were spent.

Fili collected your hair in his hand and moved it away from your face, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before pulling out of you, your whimper at losing him not unnoticed. You turned onto your back to face him, met with his smile that wordlessly expressed how much love he held for you in his heart. He looked perfect like his; his hair unruly, face reddened and streaked with sweat from his efforts, and just as you thought you could gaze at him like this forever, he stole away the opportunity. Bending his arms to close the space between you, he crashed against your lips and kissed you fiercely, his desire for you still burning as bright as the sun.

Moments passed as you basked in the scorching aftermath of your love, your passion undying as your lips grew raw against his, the need to regulate your breathing ignored in favour of stealing each other's breath instead.

Eventually you broke the seal, Fili smiling at you with pure elation, his head nodding toward the lake that lay just on the other side of the windows. "Wanna go for a dip?"

"Mhm, that sounds perfect," you answered, sitting up with him as he took your hand to pull you off the mattress and moved through the room, reaching for towels that had been hung to dry from an earlier swim in his other as he walked by. He tossed them over his shoulder and then combed his thick fingers through his hair that was darkened with wetness, the strands at the base of his neck even curlier than usual.

You followed him willingly on the short walk to the dock, Fili turning back to grin at you playfully as he tossed the towels on a chair and let go of your hand before running and diving into the water.

You stood naked on the dock, laughing as he emerged from the water and flipped his hair out of his face, the look of relief inviting you to join him, but not as much as his twinkling eyes were.

Even today he shined brighter than the sun, and you could swear it was Helios himself before you that had come down from the sky to bless you with his presence. Light radiated from him, like it was the very thing his soul and skin was made from.

"Get that gorgeous ass in here! It feels great!" he hollered at you, and you couldn't resist it any longer. You dove gracefully into the water, the temperature tepid but feeling cool against your overheated skin. You broke through the surface and blew water from your mouth, slicking your hair back as you relished in the overdue refreshment.

"God, that does feel nice," you confirmed, beginning to move your arms back and forth to tread water. Fili slowly made his way toward you, his face hidden under the water aside from his crystal eyes, the sight of him like that making you giggle but also causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

His hands gripped your waist, making your body float so your legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth covering yours again as if he hadn't kissed you enough only moments ago. Your hands ran through his hair, pulling him closer to you as the water lapped at your skin, your bodies beginning to tangle together once more.

"I can't get enough of you," Fili admitted, looking at you as he kept you up above the waves that glittered like fallen stars around you from the sunlight dancing on them.

"I hope you never do," you purred, kissing the bridge of his nose, earning a content hum.

His hands carded all over you, caressing your form in ways the water could never mimic, and had he not been holding onto you so tight you knew you would've slipped beneath the surface from how good he felt against you.

The current moved your bodies together in rolling motions, prompting you to grind on Fili's revived hardness, the delicious craving for each other returning faster than ever. He growled into your mouth, his kisses growing rough as you teased his cock with your sex, making him swim blindly toward the ladder on the dock.

You climbed out of the water first, squealing when you felt Fili's teeth sink into the flesh on your bum, his playful side showing despite how consumed by lust you knew he was. Extending your hand to reach for one of the towels on the chair, his husky voice made you freeze, his words sending a shiver down your spine that tingled already from trickles of water running down it.

"You won't be needing that."

Turning to see him standing dripping wet and impossibly hard, you swallowed, the look on his face as ravenous as a lion hunting his prey. You let go of the towel you had fisted in your hand, giving him a challenging look before turning to bolt into the cabin, and the sound of his heavy steps chasing you down the wooden planks created a flourish of excitement in you.

You made it to the end of the bed before he caught you, wrapping his fuzzy arms around you and lifting you off your feet in one motion, his growing scruff rubbing against the sensitive skin on your neck. In your squirming, you collapsed together on the bed in a heap of sun kissed, clammy skin, soaking the sheets with water. Neither of you cared, the wetness helping to cool the spots where the sun was still strongly beaming down on the white linens, lost in the way Fili's tongue tangled with yours. His hand gripped under your thigh and lifted your leg up around his waist, carding over the curve of your bum, applying firm squeezes to spread your cheeks apart.

You touched him everywhere you could reach, your mouth alternating from his irresistible lips to his neck and chest, drunk off the lingering scent of fresh water and toasted skin.

Fili rolled over and brought you with him, laying on his back to look up at you straddling him in the rays of bright light seeping in through the window. The sun poured heat onto your skin, but it was Fili who put fire in your veins.

Your palms pressed against his furry chest as you centered yourself above his raised and waiting cock, your heart hammering in your own at the anticipation of him being encased inside you again. His eyes fell shut and he groaned deep in his throat as you sank down on his shaft, your fingers splaying and tugging at his thick skin hidden by flaxen hairs as he stretched your over-worked walls. Your eyes closed too, getting used to the swell of him expanding your tight core, and slowly you began to rock on him, finding a rhythm that suited both of your needs. Fili bent his legs and moved them up, giving him the ability to thrust up into you as you rode him, his hands clawing at your hips and breasts as he lost himself in the control you took over him.

"Fuck!" he cried out, the word hoarse out of his mouth, and his praise made heat rush through you, sweat and water dripping down your cleavage and torso as you burned with encouragement to continue to please him like he deserved.

Familiar sparks ignited deep inside you, another explosion of rapture imminent, and you slowed your pace to try to delay it. Leaning forward, you cupped his cheeks in your hands, kissing him ardently, and as much as you were attempting to prevent your oncoming climax, Fili continued to crash his body up into you.

"Baby, I'm so close," you warned against his parted lips, moisture stringing between your mouths.

"Good," he panted, carding his fingers through your hair to help guide you back to an upright position. "Let go, I'll be right there with you."

You nodded as you ground against him again, your clit rubbing on his coarse hairs to send your head spinning and set your body aflame.

Admiring him below you before you lost all focus, you thought once again how he had to be the embodiment of the God of the Sun. Fili was glowing, his skin dewy and glistening in the intense sunlight, his eyes screwed shut with how good you were making him feel.

You moved faster against him, fueled by his cries that were now softer with submission rather than his usual dominant grunts and powerful growls.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum now baby,” he sang, his eyes opening to look at you pleadingly, the blue of them slightly tinged with worry that you wouldn’t be ready when he was. Giving him a reassuring smile, you increased your pace in determination to unleash what he was holding back, and Fili didn’t disappoint. He was needy; completely unashamed and uncensored, succumbing to a softer side that allowed you to take care of him. Pleas and curses spilled from his mouth as he still tried to resist and wait for you, but the way you rocked on his engorged shaft made it impossible, and within seconds he exploded inside you. Sparks traveled from deep within your core all the way up your back, your scalp tingling and nipples hardening as you drew in on your own climax, his seed beginning to leak from you in your motions. You turned into a shaking mess, the way you slid against his hot, thick spend catapulting you into a light more blinding than the sun that highlighted your bodies. You screamed through your release as Fili finished pulsing inside of you, his fingers digging harshly into your flesh with a desperate recklessness as he struggled to regain control of himself, his body acting on its own from such mindless intensity.

His chest heaved against your palms as you removed yourself from him, collapsing beside him on the crumpled sheets. Fili pulled you closer to his side despite the heat and stickiness that covered both of you, his fingertips dancing over the damp skin on your upper arm while he ran his hand down his face with the other, the scratchy sound drowning out your panting as he wiped his sweat away.

“How can you be real?” he asked aloud, but to himself, his question followed by a softly combined hum and chuckle that made your heart soar. He turned his head to look at you, his dimples peaking through on his cheeks, his eyes gleaming with a hazy sort of happiness that matched the day.

A comfortable silence came over both of you as you lay together in recovery, the heat still sucking the life out of you as much as the sex had, and sleep eventually took its hold.

Hours must have gone by, because when you opened your eyes next the room was dark aside from the glow of the moon, the sun long gone but leaving behind its relentless heat. The absence of the fiery star was not providing any kind of relief from the persistent inferno, and the sheets felt humid when you adjusted to turn onto your side.

Crickets chirped and the sound of the water lapping at the shoreline helped wake you more, a soft breeze pulling the noise of the night through the window screens that made the curtains dance like ghosts.

Fili lay on his stomach, his limbs spread out across the mattress with nothing covering his form, and his skin was balmy and tacky when you reached out to smooth your hand up his back. He stirred slightly at your touch, eventually moving his head to face in your direction as you continued to trail your fingers up and down in a fluid motion. Even in the moonlight his body glowed; the soft-blue light accentuating the peaks and valleys in his flesh, his usually golden curls appearing silvery and incandescent.

A low groan roughly resounded from him, signalling his awareness, and you took the opportunity to completely rouse your lover, dragging your index finger tantalizingly slow up the crest of his plump bum. A smile broke out across his sleepy face, and eventually he opened his eyes to squint at you with exaggerated suspicion.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he mumbled into the pillow before flipping over onto his back to stretch out his tired limbs.

“Nothing!” you said as innocently as possible, your replenished want for him lingering visibly just below the surface. “This heat is keeping me awake.”

“Hmm, I’m sure it is,” he played along, moving to roll you onto your back so he could cover you with his body. He kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath, and just when your skin burst into flames he pulled away. “If you’re so hot, I know of the perfect way to cool you down.” The expression in his eyes was dark, and your stomach bloomed with anticipation and arousal, a fresh flush of sweat from adrenaline breaking out across your cheeks.

Fili climbed out of bed and strutted toward the kitchen, leaving a scent of slightly burnt skin and coconut from worn-off sunscreen that combined perfectly with stale sweat and sex wafting behind him.

You smiled as the unofficial perfume of your getaway drifted into your nose when you inhaled deeply in an attempt to steady your excited nerves, thinking how you could live in days like this forever, momentarily forgetting your curiosity in what Fili was scheming.

A prideful look adorned his face when he returned, setting a bowl full of ice cubes down on the nightstand, his eyebrows flying up on his forehead as he watched you register their purpose.

“Fi…” you whined breathlessly, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as he crawled back into bed and hovered over you, a hint of wickedness hiding behind his smile.

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Everything:

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Old aesthetic the hobbit Au modern

#lotr #aesthetic #hobbit #lord of the rings #tolkien #fili #dwalin #thorin #au modern

[reyofsunshne]

Orthor, Brother of the Trees

RATING: TEEN AND UP AUDIENCES, 18+

Summary:

Orthor, brother of the trees, younger twin to Legolas Greenleaf, was transported to our Earth, over 200 years ago, and forced to live in a place unfamiliar to him, whether by a joke of the Valar or otherwise.

When he's transported back to Middle Earth, many years have passed, and the attitudes to his people have changed.

What else has changed, and what can the rebellious twin of Legolas Greenleaf do to save the world he knew when he stumbles across Bilbo Baggins on the night of an Unexpected Party?

( OC Insert, Orthor twin brother of Legolas Greenleaf, presumed dead and now must simply go with the flow, even if that flow is with Thorin Oakenshield and his shitty attitudes towards him )

Relationships:

Fíli/OC, Thorin/Bilbo, Kili & OC, Legolas & OC, Legolas/Gimli (implied)

Read It On Ao3:

Start Here:

Chapter 1: The Unexpected Journey

Returning Reader from before my 2 year hiatus?

Most recent chapters, here:

Chapter 17: Is That A Promise? If You Would Like It To Be, Yes.

Chapter 18: Tell Me, Of Our Future In Your Dreams

#Orthor #Orthor Thranduilion #Fili Durin #Fili #Fili and Kili #thorin oakenshield #thorins company #Fili x OC #legolas greenleaf #Legolas #Modern Girl In Middle Earth #MGiME #Bagginshield #Bilbo Baggins #Kili Durin #Kili #Fili x Reader

[dael1n]

I continue the theme with modern au! In the Hobbit, here are Fili (19 y.e, 5.7 ft) and Kili (17 y.o, 6.1 ft) in a timeskip at 12 years old?? (quest events must happen)

#hobbit #the hobbit #modern au #kili durin #fili durin #fili and kili #tolkien dwarves

[queeniesrose]

I have decided that I will be combining these two. Felt like they would have very similar gaming interests. All the Modern Gaming posts will be SFW!

Master Post | AU Information

Modern Fili and Kili: Gaming

About 1-2 times a week, Fili and Kili stream themselves gaming.

They will often play co-op games or games that have multiplayer capabilities.

Some games that they have played together on stream are It Takes Two, Sea of Thieves, Phasmophobia, and Monster Hunter Rise.

When Fili plays games by himself, he typically plays stealth like games. So games like the Assassin Creed games, The Last of Us, Hitman, Ghost of Tsushima, and A Plague Tale.

For Kili, he tends to play action adventure games. This includes God of War, The Witcher, Horizon Forbidden West, and Far Cry.

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