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mrkida-art · 1 year
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Dragon King
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tetchy-frog · 4 months
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Happy THAUC!!!
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Did this piece with @blairsanne for her lovely, lovely fic, There’s Been Some Kind of Mistake .
Working with this author has been so fun, and I’m happy to have another hobbit event under my belt!
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laurfilijames · 1 year
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Spark To A Flame
Part 2
Part 1
Pairing: Fili x female reader
Words: 6,512
Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Mentions of injuries. Unprotected intercourse. Slight breeding kink. Cum play.
Summary: With the threat of another attack looming closely, Fili defies Thorin's orders, resulting in an argument between them and Fili to go in search of the ponies, as well as a quiet moment with you.
A/N: I've wanted to write a spat between Thorin and Fili for a while. They are equally as stubborn here and ironically both in the wrong, and are far too proud to realize it.
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It was impossible to sleep despite how tired and achy your body was; staring into Fili's cerulean eyes as he laid across from you taking precedence over giving into the rest your bruised limbs craved since the accident.
"I'm sorry," Fili whispered, his brow furrowing slightly as he reached his hand that wasn't tucked up under his head to touch your soft cheek.
"For what?" you questioned, unsure what he could possibly be sorry for.
He shrugged his shoulder that wasn't propping him up, his features scrunching up as he began to think of how to explain himself.
"For waiting this long to admit how I feel for you." He blew out a long sigh. "What if I had lost you before you knew?"
"But you didn't, Fili," you assured. "I'm right here, as is everyone else." You reached forward and brushed a stray curl from his face, giving him a gentle smile. "As far as I'm concerned we have all the time in the world, but I don't mind making up for what we wasted."
He chuckled lightly as you leaned over to kiss his lips, unable to feel satisfied with the amount you already had kissed them, your hand carding up his chest that radiated warmth onto your palm.
His thumb smoothed back and forth on your cheek, and when you slowed your kiss to a stop, he looked at you with concern.
"You're cold."
"Hmm, a little," you confirmed, having opted for more privacy over warmth when it came to choosing your sleeping location.
"C'mere," he cooed, tugging you closer to his bare chest where you happily nestled your face into it. You slipped your arm over his waist, letting your fingers travel languidly up and down his back, and through your touch it seemed more heat poured from his skin, his chest rising and falling deeply with breaths you assumed were controlling the latent, but quickly increasing want within him.
In return, his hands began their exploration of your body, slowly teasing the hem of your thin tunic further up your midsection, his palms emitting heat onto your freshly exposed skin wherever they landed.
Fili met your lips tentatively first - like he knew as soon as he tasted you on his tongue he would no longer be able to control what he was forcing himself to keep suppressed - only to increase his demand over your mouth the moment a breathy moan passed your parted lips.
His heavy body rolled on top of yours to guide you onto your back, his vast thigh landing between yours, and with one sweeping motion of his knee against the inside of your leg, Fili parted them to allow space for him to settle against you.
With a forceful grip on your chin, Fili clutched your jawline with his thumb and finger while his tongue filled your mouth and rolled against yours the same time his hips ground at your center. Your nails tore at his back, clawing for reprieve from this tormenting ache you were starting to realize was more a risk of death than any explosion or orc ambush was.
His hand loosened its hold on your jaw, trailing slowly but with enough pressure to assure you he had complete control over you, down your neck that drummed with a frantic pulse, all while his kiss became more furious and his hips pressed harder on yours.
You knew your skin would be raw and tender from the assault he put on it with his beard; the scruff hairs scratching you with every movement, causing heat to spring to the surface where he abraded your sensitive flesh, his face moving south to your chest where you pressed it up to meet him with the arch of your back.
Fili growled, the sound of one of his kin snoring loudly nearby disrupting his lusty inebriation, and with a heavy sigh he peered down at you ferociously, his blue eyes steely with a passion that made your heart rate pick up speed.
His mouth flew back to your neck with a silent vow to ignore your surroundings, his lips sucking and tongue licking in an effort to capture your taste, the absence of his mouth on yours allowing you to breathe out a suppressed whine that you struggled to keep quiet.
The salty sweetness of your skin made his mouth water, intoxicating him in a way he knew would be hard to sober from and would seek again and again, no amount of ale or pipeweed able to sate him like you did.
Dragging his teeth down your neck to scratch over the thin skin covering your collarbone, Fili continued his pursuit, and landing on your peaked nipple that revealed itself through your tunic, he sucked on it harshly, pulling it into his mouth with his talented lips to make it harden even more.
A cry slipped from you, the noise followed by Dwalin snorting loudly after likely being woken briefly from your disruption, forcing Fili to pause his efforts.
He glanced behind him, watching his comrade turn in his bedroll, his beast-like snores beginning again immediately.
Not having forgotten what he was doing, Fili latched onto your other nipple, soaking this side of your shirt with his saliva, the abandoned one left to the elements as the cold air clung to the wet material to keep it painfully raised. His hand replaced his mouth, instead adjusting himself to kiss you to help muffle your soft whimpering which only became heightened as he continued his exploration of your body, the hardness between his legs rolling and pressing into you expertly.
Growling against your lips, he gripped your breast with barely-contained barbarity before slipping it down your waist, softly compared to his previous actions; the ticklish sensation causing you to arch into him. Landing at the top of your leggings, his hand dove between the material and your skin, his fingers making contact with your wet, waiting sex, and you moaned desperately into his mouth, meeting your tongue with his faster in response to the pleasure he had you drowning in.
You clawed at his back, pulling him closer to you in a muted plea to never cease, rocking against his hand to increase what was already making you feel blinding heat build in your core.
All too suddenly, Fili tore himself away from you, inhaling sharp breaths to regain his lost resolve.
"We shouldn't," he whispered, a poor attempt to convince both of you as he looked at you hungrily.
"No, we shouldn't," you agreed, the conviction in your own words a farce. "We can't. Not here."
"No," he shook his head, wiping his hand over his beard with a desperation for patience and countenance.
Your hands wrapped from his back around to his chest, your fingers twisting pathways through his chest hair, coaxing him to lean down over you again and reattach his lips to yours.
"You're making this impossible," he said in a gruff voice, not removing his mouth from yours.
"I'm sorry," you fibbed, smiling as you nudged the strain in his trousers with your core, causing him to hiss.
"You are not."
"No, I'm not," you admitted, sighing as you finally accepted that nothing more would be happening despite both of you wanting to plunge into the depths of rapture that you were already wading in.
Fili pressed a lingering kiss upon your swollen lips again, whispering as he pulled away. "I'm due to take watch next anyway, and it's best we aren't caught by poor Ori coming to get me," he chuckled, sitting back on his heels to peer down at his obvious arousal.
Fili reached for his tunic and slipped it over his head, allowing you to admire the flex of his muscles as his body shifted back into his clothes.
"You get some rest, eh?" he advised with a gentleness in his voice. "You're going to need it."
With a wink and another self-satisfied chuckle, Fili stood, his expression changing to a wince, and hobbled over toward the front of the cave.
The night was quiet; allowing Fili to use his ears to seek out any potential dangers as opposed to his eyes that could barely see a thing from how dark it was. He looked up at the sky, the thick clouds that threatened rain covering any light the moon was giving, making him wonder if its shade was more yellow or silver tonight and what pattern of stars he was missing out on.
He struck a match against the side of the rock he sat upon and brought it to his pipe, lighting it and inhaling the sweet pipeweed gifted to him by his dear friend who's wearied eyes thanked him as he covered his yawns with his crocheted mitts when Fili sent him inside for warmth and sleep.
There wasn't much to listen to aside from the occasional hoot from a nearby owl and the slight breeze rustling in the trees, allowing Fili to simply sit and enjoy the quiet, sighing calmly into the cool night air as he finally acknowledged the pain in his leg he had been minimizing and the persistent ache between them that called for his attention above all else.
As his thoughts began to wander back inside the cave with you, thinking of what you had done so far and all that was left unfinished, a scent of smoke different from what came from his pipe filled his nostrils, making him sit up straighter from against the rock face he was leaning on.
Keeping still and even holding his breath in an effort to hear better, Fili waited for any indication of where the source of the smoke was coming from, his eyes scanning the area carefully through the darkness until he finally spotted a glimmer of flame off in the distance in the northwest corner of the forest.
His eyes remained fixed on the orange glow for long enough to observe that it wasn't moving, making the assumption it was where the orcs had set up their camp, and deciding he would stay on watch for the rest of the night to ensure they remained in the same location, Fili leaned back again, placing his pipe between his lips, his gaze locked on his enemy.
"Fili, why didn't you wake me?" Kili's groggy voice sounded from his left as he emerged from the cave with the subtlety of a goat. "Was I not meant to take watch after you?"
"Hmm," Fili confirmed, his tired eyes still watching where the smoke wafted up from the treetops in the dim light of the early morning.
"Then why-" his brother paused, following his line of sight as he stretched his arms in the air. "Oh."
Fili glanced up at him, his eyebrow cocked, watching as Kili figured it out on his own without him wasting the little energy he had left to explain.
"Does Thorin know?"
"Not yet." Fili admitted, slowly getting to his feet, his leg sore and stiff, his limbs plagued with even more ache than before. "They haven't moved all night. It's difficult to tell if they're seeking us out or waiting for us to walk into another one of their traps."
Kili stood staring ahead, mulling over his brother's words in his mind, his expression serious.
"You can take over now," Fili grinned, clapping his hand firmly on Kili's shoulder, the force making him stumble and rebalance, and left with a limp to head inside the cave.
Thorin stood beside Dwalin in the center of the company's temporary dwelling, the remaining members of the company moving around them to prepare for setting back out as they stood like two immovable pillars, speaking to each other in hushed voices.
"Uncle," Fili interrupted, earning an annoyed glance from Dwalin and an unreadable one from Thorin. "The orcs have set up camp over on the Northwest corner of the forest. I watched them all night and it doesn't appear they've moved, but I'd bet the Arkenstone they're about to begin their search for us again."
Thorin gave a curt nod as he processed his nephew's words, and hearing a dismissive snort from Dwalin, Fili turned to glare at him.
"Hogwash. They aren't lookin' fer us, lad. That attack was random."
Fili opened his mouth to speak, only to be quieted when his Uncle spoke first.
"Dwalin is right. We will set out as planned, with a couple of groups splitting off to search the forest for the ponies as we go."
"Thorin I don't-"
"Fili. We need to move on, this venture is already taking longer than intended. We need not waste any more time."
With a clench of his jaw and a long, frustrated sigh through his nostrils, Fili decided to let his concerns dissolve, Thorin and Dwalin clearly not concerned over the possibility of another ambush, and stalked over to his bedroll where you stood repacking your bags, steeling himself with a deep breath in order to disguise his hobbled gait and the anger coursing through him.
"Morning," he smiled, tensely at first, but the sight of you instantly turned it genuine and helped wash away his fatigue and weight of carrying the worry Thorin chose to ignore. "How did you sleep?"
His voice was tender, and almost bashful, and when you slipped your arms up around his neck, his cheeks blushed pink.
"I didn't sleep much at all," you admitted. "I kept wondering when you were coming back."
You looked at him with concern, seeing the strife and fatigue settling in his blue eyes turn them a stormy hue, making you rub your fingers back and forth at the base of his neck to help ease the tension you felt in his shoulders.
"Fili, what's wrong?"
His eyelids fell shut, basking in the brief moment of reprieve you graced him with, making him wish he could fall asleep in your arms and forget about everything else.
"They're just two stubborn rams, is all," he jeered, nodding his head in the direction of Thorin and Dwalin.
"That's nothing new," you spoke through a slight grin before searching his eyes again in knowing there was more that was plaguing him.
Fili sighed, his hands finding your waist to clutch as he sought reassurance. "No, it isn't. Though I really wish they would listen. Maybe it's because I've been awake for too long and I'm making this bigger than it is, but I can't help but worry."
Realizing he still hadn't explained everything to you based on your quizzical look, he breathed out again and continued.
"I watched the orcs all night. I know where they've set their camp and it's very close to the path Thorin wants to take. I do not know if they'll move on from there, or hang around to see if we come across again."
"Are you worried about another attack?"
"How can I not be?" Fili leaned his forehead against yours, praying to Mahal he would be able to keep you and everyone else safe.
Heavy boots tread across the soft, earth floor, the pace of the company sluggish and exhausted and unable to hide the remnants of injuries as they plodded along; the wishes to relocate their ponies ever prominent in their increasingly-less hopeful hearts.
Fili readjusted his pack on his shoulder, turning back to glance at you, his expression a combination of protectiveness and something else you couldn't quite place.
His gait continued to waver from its usual confident stride, the pain and fatigue that burdened him already and now the addition of his worry revealing itself the further you carried on.
You reached forward and laced your fingers with his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, the corners of your mouth lifting up when he gave a firm one in return.
Up ahead, Thorin paused, turning to face his cortege.
"Bofur, Ori, make your way West. Keep your eyes open for any signs of the ponies. Kili, Fili, I want you headed East off the path. We will all meet directly North before the day's end."
Fili felt heat rise up through him, watching as Ori and Bofur agreed without question and took a few steps off the path in the direction of where the orcs had been.
"Thorin," Fili barked, confused at why he would be sending them walking directly into a possible trap. "Did you not listen to me?"
"We need supplies, Fili. It's a risk we must take in order to find the ponies."
"Ori, Bofur," Fili called, forcing his friends to turn to him with an uncertain look. "Do not go West. Stay with the company until we are sure there are no orcs near our set course."
"Fili!" Thorin shouted, storming over to him quickly to grip the furs on the collar of his coat. "You dare defy my orders?"
"We are still injured and the orcs are many in number. The chances of surviving another attack with just two of them is scarce."
As Fili held his Uncle's challenging stare, he stood tall, refusing to back down, his rebellion only further souring the scowl on Thorin's face.
"As I said, we need to retrieve our supplies or we will be in just as much danger as going to look for them. How much longer can we go without food or medicine, and how much longer can you walk on that leg?" Thorin hissed, giving him a dismissive look. "We all survived the initial attack…"
"And I will not stand by and watch another one happen! You already put us in danger once by going this way in the first place. You knew the enemy would be here. Had you listened to my suggestion of taking the other-"
Thorin lunged at him, his face inches from his, his knuckles white as he clenched harder at his disobedient heir. "That route was longer and just as dangerous! Do not second guess my authority, Fili!"
"I second guess it when you give me too many reasons to!"
Thorin's grip tightened on his jacket as he pressed his fists into Fili's chest with a warning shove, his temper rising exponentially, his voice lowered but powered by so much rage that it didn't need volume to get his point across."Fili, you know nothing of-"
"I know enough to not let it happen again!" Fili spat, continuing to contend despite what consequences would come of it, his arms forcing Thorin's to release him as he pushed back at his Uncle's chest to free him of his grip.
"Do not disrespect me! I am your King!" he bellowed, making Fili almost laugh at what lengths Thorin would go to in order to spare his pride and re-establish his rein.
"Then do not disparage me! I am your heir, your kin! I have a say and deserve not to be dismissed by you. You have forced me to sit back and let bad things happen too many times, Thorin, and I refuse to anymore."
You felt frozen in place as you watched the argument happen between Fili and your King, feeling like you hadn't taken a breath in ages and that your mouth would never hold moisture again until finally Fili turned away from him and stomped over to you to the best of his ability, his hand gently taking hold of your elbow.
"Let's go," he ordered softly, leaving the answer as to where that was unclear.
Still shocked from what you had just witnessed, you followed him easily, allowing him to guide you to wherever he needed to go in order to cool off, the question of your safety not a concern in knowing his fury would be enough to scare off even the most terrible creatures.
Once sure you were out of earshot, you finally allowed one of the many questions on your mind to slip past your lips as you trotted alongside the fuming Prince who still had a hold of you by the hand.
"Where are we going?"
He glanced at you without fully turning his head, his expression a mix of anger and something that looked beguiling with how his eyes were cast downward to meet yours.
"To look for the ponies," he said matter-of-factly, confusing you even more.
"Is that safe?" you asked without a second thought, not able to hide your surprise after the events that occurred only moments ago, pausing in your strides momentarily.
"I know better than him what and where is safe," Fili said confidently, neglecting to halt his own hindered steps, the emphasis on 'him' revealing he wasn't going to let this situation go any time soon.
Blinking, you sighed and continued following him, thinking how stubbornness ran true and strong in the Durin bloodline, the corners of your mouth pulling upward hesitantly as you kept to yourself how similar he was to his Uncle despite not currently wanting to be.
"Fili, did we not come from this direction?" you asked after a while, convinced now that your surroundings had begun to look familiar and the odd shape of a tree or valley off to the side became recognizable, and you cursed yourself for not having paid more attention to your route; your focus solely on keeping an eye out for signs of your lost equines, but your distraction primarily at the fault of the gorgeous Prince limping a step ahead of you who radiated an intense air from him as his frustrations turned into something more tangible.
"We did," he confirmed, stopping beside a smooth boulder nestled comfortably between various trees and lush greenery, grabbing both of your hands to hold in his as he pulled you before him.
Tilting your head to the side, you looked at him quizzically, your expression asking for your curiosity to be answered as to why you were backtracking.
"Sometimes," he began, dipping his head to reach close to your lips without touching them, his eyes flickering across your features. "I like to retrace my steps."
His hands slowly abandoned yours, moving instead to hold onto your waist where they barely made contact, the sensation of his fingers ghosting up along your sides making you sigh longingly. Your tunic lifted away from your skin as his hands forced it to travel along with them, exposing your warm flesh to the fresh air, and unconsciously, your fingers began working at the fastens of your jacket to allow Fili to continue revealing any part of you he wished to see.
His lips brushed yours teasingly, the roughness of his hands scratching your sides, the sensation making your nipples harden and ache for his attention.
"There are other things I like to retrace as well," he purred, his voice low and sultry, his fingers continuing to explore your midsection in the places he had before, the memory of his touch etched into you and reigniting the fire that had settled into embers awaiting to be woken again.
Your eyelids slipped closed, battling with yourself over giving in to what you so fiercely wanted or ignoring the cruel temptation and continuing on with the intention of finding the ponies, only to be disrupted when Fili picked you up and sat you atop the rock beside where you had been standing.
"Fili," you breathed, his name used as the weakest plea, not truly wanting to stop him from settling between your spread legs as he did now, his hands gripping your hips tightly before slipping them beneath your shirt where he tugged it past the crest of your breasts and over your head.
"Here?" you asked, a worried expression decorating your face as you glanced at his that appeared too carefree and slightly mischievous. "After everything that's happened?"
"Especially so," he answered, confidently. "I need you."
The way he stared at you with such surety made any reservations vanish, the intensity in his unbelievably blue eyes enough to convince you it would be impossible to resist each other any longer than you already had.
Fili leaned in, capturing your lips in a needy kiss, your mouth easily parting to allow his tongue the access it forcibly demanded.
Sighing into his mouth, you met his kisses with a matched eagerness, your fervor growing so rapidly it made your head spin. Your fingers tangled in his tresses, and with a slight press against the back of his head, you pulled yourself closer to him, scooching your body to the edge of the rock so your core was firm against his belly; the ardor in your movements causing Fili's to become even more intense and desperate.
Roughly, his hands tore at your trousers, tugging the laces open enough to allow them to slide over your bottom, the material chafing your thighs as he ungraciously peeled them away from your jittery legs.
Feeling too exposed and at risk, but not enough to care, you relished in the freedom granted to you in being naked; the cold, smooth rock under your seat contrasting cruelly with your searing skin, the slight breeze rustling leaves in overhead trees the same as it was your hair, the air mimicking Fili's beard to tickle you in places he hadn't yet.
Beginning to work at removing his jacket, your fingers fumbled over the weathered leather, your dexterity compromised by such inebriating lust, and just as you succeeded at discarding it, Fili grabbed your hands and planted them behind you, forcing you to arch your back in such a way your breasts collided with his waiting mouth.
"Fili," you moaned, the sensation of his hot tongue on your charged flesh making you want to beg for more instead of requesting one of the many other things you needed. "I want to see you."
His grip on your wrists tightened a moment before releasing them, and immediately you clutched at his tunic and ripped it over his head, your fingers exchanging the moss they clawed into for the thick skin and dense hair on his chest. Wasting no more time in freeing him from his trousers that were stretched to the point the laces revealed what they tried to conceal, your mouth watering at such a sight, you slid your hands down his belly and pushed at the leather hanging loosely from his waist.
His veined shaft sprang out, bouncing in the open space between your bodies, his size unsurprising to you, but encouraging more slick to gather in your folds in preparation for the assault you would endure from it.
Fili hissed when you reached out to take hold of the hot, silky flesh in your hand, his head tipping back in a request for restraint as you stroked it from tip to base and back again; the sight of his chest heaving and pulse thrumming wildly in his neck spiking your desire to a level you knew you couldn't leave unfulfilled.
With an assertive grip, Fili took hold of your outer thighs and pulled you closer to him, his head breaching your entrance, the contact of your naked heat against his stiff member making you suck in a rickety breath.
He was met with resistance as he pushed into you, slowly stretching you inch by inch and pausing when your moans grew louder and your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, allowing a moment of respite and consideration before ascending into the inevitable onslaught of pleasure.
His lips connected with yours softly, and remaining still and only halfway inside you, he kissed across to the corner of your lips, then your cheek, his moustache tickling your skin to cause shivers to burst over your entire body. Finding the hollow of your neck, he focused there, the sensation letting you sigh out a long breath that showed you were beginning to relax, cuing him to proceed in filling you to the hilt while his lips continued to add to the plethora of stimulation that would lead to your demise.
Dragging out of you, he pushed back in, his teeth scraping on your neck as he quickly let his caution fall, and wanting to see what he was capable of doing to you, you rolled your hips forward to match the tempo of his developing thrusts.
It didn't take long to sink into a natural rhythm; your bodies working together as if they had time and time again, the lust and love shared for each other set ablaze like kindling introduced to latent coals.
Fili knew this wouldn't last long, feeling the unavoidable climb of his orgasm taking hold of him faster than ever before; bursting under his skin as he succumbed to every exquisite feeling of you after having wanted nothing else since the day he first set eyes on you.
Attempting to keep kissing you, he pressed his mouth to yours, tangling your tongues until the pleasure became too much and distracted him from his task, resulting in sharing open-mouthed, panting breaths as his hips slapped into yours erratically.
Your fingers raked through his hair, signaling your own proximity to detonation, effectively spurring him on to chase that explosive, damning high, his efforts at quieting himself executed in the form of feral grunts and relentless force as he pummelled into your wetness.
His breathing became increasingly ragged as he neared his end, and in a blur of awareness, came to the realization he shouldn't finish inside you.
Slower, he willed himself, trying to extend this bliss with you for as long as he could, but each drag of his engorged cock through your tight channel kept him toppling ever closer to the edge.
"Will you be by my side when I am King?" he asked, his voice hoarse with ecstasy, his own words and thoughts of making you his Queen to love and bear his heir causing him to quiver with the most intense rapture.
"Yes, Fili," you gasped, your climax lingering just beneath the surface, your walls choking him and sending him into a barbaric frenzy. "I'm yours."
A possessiveness washed over him, his own wishes enhanced by your constant encouragement, dragging him further into a haze he didn't want to emerge from.
He growled with frustration, bucking into you harder and harder with each thrust, wanting nothing more than to fill you; to claim you as his and allow his seed to saturate your most intimate depths.
The thought alone drove him to his end, but before he let himself indulge in his selfish desire, he pulled out of you and gripped his cock that was wet and warm from you, using your slick that coated it to pump his shaft until he took aim at your lower belly and painted you with white spurts.
You whined; disappointed by the loss of him and also at being interrupted at the point of climax, but your pleasure continued in seeing yourself covered in his thick seed that decorated your stomach and waiting sex.
With his belly rising and falling in the aftershocks of his high, Fili swiped his fingers through the mess he created on your skin and dragged it between your folds, driving them deep inside you and hooking them to massage you expertly until you took up your song again.
You looked so perfect; eyes screwed shut and breasts heaving as you were brought back to that sacred place by his touch, and collecting more of his spend on his thumb, he circled your swollen bud until he felt you squeeze his fingers like a vice and your mewling grew into a call that couldn't be quieted.
Clutching his shoulder almost painfully, you held onto him to support yourself, now able to rock your hips in the way you needed in order to capture the pleasure you sought. He watched you in awe as you used him to come undone, and feeling your arousal soak his hand even more, Fili refused to relent, instead working you in harsher movements until you wailed his name and convulsed before him.
Slowly, he settled his pace, allowing you to grind on him until every ounce of your pleasure was ridden out, his other hand reaching up to hold your head and pull you into his kiss that was desperate and fuelled with hunger and differentiating from the languid strokes of his fingers.
Ceasing massaging you, he waited for you to slow the purl of your hips, and once you did, his smile threatened to break the seal of your lips as you returned his kiss with intense eagerness, your hands grasping at him feverishly as you returned to reality.
"You are incredible," he murmured, leaning his sweat coated forehead against yours, sharing the same laboured breaths and furious heartbeats.
A bird flew overhead from out of a nearby bush, the sudden appearance making you jump and Fili reach for one of his blades that had been deposited on the boulder beside you, sobering both of you from your dream-like state.
With another kiss to your raw lips, Fili bent for his tunic and jacket, pulling his waterskin out to wet the material to use as a cloth to clean you.
Carefully, and with a gentleness he lacked moments earlier, he wiped away the sticky mess he had made on your skin, and still not sated of tasting you, returned his lips to yours until his duty was forgotten and he leaned you back against the surface of the stone and climbed over you.
"I want more of you," he whispered. "All of you."
His hand smoothed back your hair, his fingers catching in it slightly to force your head back, exposing your neck vulnerably to him where his pupils dilated at the sight of seeing your pulse thrum aggressively.
Another bird flew and landed on a branch above you, its presence unnoticed, your senses honed in once again on each other rather than your surroundings.
The cracking of a stick sounded nearby, prompting Fili to pause, lifting his head from the solace of your neck to listen, his eyes scanning the area the noise originated from. When he didn't hear or see anything more, he flashed you a smile, seeing hesitation and worry replace your lust-drunk look, and slowly returned to his worship of your heated skin, his ears listening intently.
Something drew closer, and subtly, Fili's hand slipped from your body and took hold of his sword's hilt, waiting for his moment to defend.
Crunching footsteps seemed to echo in the quiet, and Fili did his best to slow his breathing and keep his blood from rushing into his ears, the vibration of his pulse almost deafening him to what he needed to focus on.
Carefully, he rose onto his knees, bracing his weight onto his other arm that didn't grip his weapon, his stance protective as he continued to cover you with himself.
His brow was furrowed seriously, his eyes squinting as he finally caught a glimpse of what creature was sneaking up on you; the swayed, tawny-coloured back of a familiar beast coming into view behind a dense thicket of brush.
Releasing his serious expression, he softened his features, his eyes turning rounder as he peered down at you, and pressing his index finger to his lips, he nodded behind you, prompting you to turn your head back and to the side to see what had encroached on your privacy.
You could hardly believe your eyes, seeing your lost ponies grazing happily just beyond where you lay, gripping your fingers on Fili's arm to display your excitement without spooking them off.
As cautiously as possible, you both stood from the large flat of stone, Fili gingerly shifting his weight from his bad leg onto the good one, forcing you to watch him closely as you redressed and began to tether each pony to lead them back to the rest of the company.
His mood seemed to outshine any discomfort he still felt, the relief in finding your mounts alleviating any dread at the thought of having to continue on foot, leaving you feeling the radiating effects of his aura.
Courteously, Fili assisted you onto your pony's back by giving you a leg up, his hand lingering on your thigh longer than was necessary, his eyes alight with a renewed want that left your skin burning not only to his touch but under his gaze as well.
“I must admit,” he began, looking at you with a cheekiness you hadn't seen in days. “I didn't come out here to look for the ponies. I wasn't ever expecting to find them, but I'm glad we did.”
He patted your mount's neck, smiling at it warmly as he smoothed his fingers across its velvety muzzle.
“Then what was the purpose of coming here?” you quipped, pretending as if you didn't know the reason.
He grinned at you, his dimples flashing and the glimmer in his blue eyes making you forgive any deceit in his intentions.
“I can show you again if you'd like.”
He chuckled, the sound going straight to your core that ached for him again already, and when he winked you were tempted to abandon all reason and responsibility in exchange for the reckless lust he brought forth so quickly in you.
“I think we've already pressed our luck," you got out, the words feeling strangled in your throat as you wished they weren't true, wanting nothing more than to abandon all care and fear of another ambush.
Fili nodded, agreeing with you sullenly as he walked around to his pony who stood grazing beside yours, stepping his foot into the stirrup to swing his leg over its back, the action causing strain on his injury and making him wince and curse under his breath.
He directed his steed to walk beside yours, and leaning across until he was nearly out of his saddle, he captured your lips in a quick kiss.
"I'll be alright," he assured, not missing your worry over him.
Smiling, you urged your pony forward to keep up with him, and after a moment asked a question that had been pressing on your mind.
“Are you going to apologize to Thorin?”
Pursing his lips, Fili sighed deeply, mulling his answer over in his head until he eventually gave you a sideways glance and replied with a slight smugness in his tone.
“Finding the ponies is enough of an apology for both of us.”
He focused on the path ahead, his statement holding some finality to it, letting you know you shouldn't pry any more or share your opinion on the matter.
“I'm sure he'll be pleased," you said, knowing how much Fili wanted to make Thorin proud despite their disagreements.
“And Fili?” you added, the more positive ring in your voice making him look over at you with an eyebrow raised. “The ponies found us.”
Your lips stretched into a wide smile, growing into even more of a grin that allowed your laugh to pass through when Fili joined in; his amusement at your earlier mischievous behaviour voiced in his alluring chuckle.
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ameliasalt · 1 year
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the hobbit au where cody is the king trying to take back his homeland with a gang of people who are all related to him somehow and obi-wan is the mild mannered and gentle companion who is surprisingly useful in life or death situations.
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valiantstarlights · 10 months
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[Dreamling Week Day 2: Dragons] A New Beginning
This is a The Hobbit AU where Dream is Smaug and Hob is Bilbo. I hope you like it! 🖤
CW: angst (grief, depression, suicide ideation) with a happy ending
Dream basks in the morning sunlight, pipe to his lips, looking just like any other hobbit smoking an Old Toby. Unlike other hobbits, however, his pipe-weed remains unlit. He's really just breathing from his dragon lungs and exhaling smoke from his mouth or nostrils.
On the other side of the garden, Hob is patiently teaching Daniel how to water the plants so they receive just the right amount that they need. His low voice and occasional chuckles, as well as Daniel's frustrated little hmph!s and wondrous little ooh!s serve as a balm to Dream's scarred soul.
He has never expected this to be his life.
Only a year ago, he had been a bitter old dragon, done mourning his wife and son for a hundred years but unable to move on. He didn't know what else to do in his life except wait to die in the place where their murderers lived, surrounded by their riches that mean absolutely nothing to him.
The last thing he expected to come into his life was a thief that brought sunshine with him. And the last thing he expected the thief to do was to sit with him and talk about the world outside the mountain.
And the way that Hob, the little hobbit thief, talked about the joys of food, the journey from the Shire to Erebor, the smell of the changing seasons...
Dream had gotten so used to the awful feeling inside him that he never realized he had been starving. Not just for food, but also for stories. For companionship. For someone to look upon his true form and not feel an ounce of fear.
When Hob the hobbit ("Stupid nickname, yes, I know," Hob had said, eyes crinkling in amusement), with his sunny smile and carefree manner, opened his small satchel and offered Dream some nuts and dried fruit from his trail mix because he was worried that Dream was hungry, it was when Dream realized that the creature in front of him was the rarest and most precious gem of all.
Hob barely had to convince Dream to leave, because Dream himself wanted to leave with him. ("Relocate," Hob insisted.) Hob was, perhaps, the only one who could have done such a task without inciting violence of any kind.
Hob walked out of the mountain accompanied by a dragon in the guise of an elf. And while Dream could have transformed himself into a dwarf, a human, or a hobbit, transforming into an elf felt like he was giving a proper farewell to his wife and son, who were elves.
The entire company was angered by the presence of an elf in their home, and some of them even drew their weapons when Hob explained that, "No, he is the dragon, and he's willing to leave."
Dream could have easily reduced the dwarves to ashes, but Hob had placed himself firmly between the dwarves and Dream, with his back turned to Dream. Ready to defend him and drawing his own blade.
Dream could not help but be more enamored of him. Being a dragon means not needing to be protected by anyone. But that this small being would be brave enough to face more than ten dwarves if it comes to it just to protect Dream...
Dream is not stupid enough to let such a treasure go. He made sure Thorin Oakenshield knows the debt he owes to Hob. Made sure Hob was paid fairly for his services right then and there. He reminds them that he is still a dragon, even if he is currently wearing an elven face.
Thankfully, and despite Thorin's early stage gold sickness, the rest of the company is sensible and honorable enough to pay Hob for his service.
Hob went home with Dream, and a wagonful of treasure. They did not leave until Dream himself was satisfied that the payment is indeed just. And one knows never to cheat a dragon.
The return journey was pleasant. Surprisingly so. With Hob for company, it was like Dream was still a young dragonling with fresh eyes to see the world.
Let the dwarves reclaim 'their' mountain that had once been Dream's in the dawn of the world. Let them squabble amongst themselves and politick and Thorin grow mad with gold sickness--it doesn't matter much to Dream anymore.
He has taken the one truly precious thing from the mountain. And no, not the Arkenstone.
The hobbit thief.
"Dada!"
Dream looks to the side where Daniel is holding up a clump of weeds with tiny flower buds. He graciously accepts the bouquet and lets Daniel climb up to his lap and babble while pointing at the clouds.
"I think he's had enough of gardening," Hob says and sits beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, love."
Love.
A thing he has not felt since Calliope and Orpheus. An endearment he has not been called for more than a hundred years. An emotion he had felt growing stronger in his chest ever since Hob came into his life.
Dream, the dragon, living with his new family in the Shire, where there is also neighborhood drama and petty thievery. (No one steals from Hob anymore. Not since Dream reclaimed every single thing that had been stolen from Hob's house while he had been away on his adventure to Erebor, including a wooden button that had belonged to Hob's grandmother.)
Those aside, the Shire is a peaceful, slow-paced kind of place where every day feels like a vacation. There are feasts, and birthday parties, and sometimes Gandalf visits and spoils the hobbit children with a firework show.
(Dream thinks the fireworks are pretty quaint, but follow Hob's instruction to stay quiet about his opinion on the matter.)
But most of all, The Shire is a place where Hob loves to live, where he thrives, and where their family can live and grow in peace, away from all the wars waged by other races against each other.
And so Dream considers this place his home too.
"Hello, Hob," Dream says. He wraps an arm around him, the one holding the still unlit pipe, the one not holding their son and the bouquet of weeds, and gives him a proper kiss on the lips. This morning, Hob tastes of honey on pancakes, and ginger lemon tea. Dream knows he himself taste of fire, but Hob insists that all he tastes is freedom and adventure. Hob is smiling when they part, and is looking at Dream like he still cannot believe he's real. It's flattering. Dream loves his husband so much. "Shall we prepare second breakfast?"
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Hob does not know it yet, but being mated to Dream would ensure that he (and their children) would live long lives. Dream doesn't think that Hob would hate him for his sudden near-immortality since, between the two of them, Hob is the more enthusiastic one about being alive. Dream is just happy to re-experience life as Hob sees it. They go on to have many adventures in the future, accompanied by their half a dozen children.
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myeaglesong · 7 months
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This may have been done by someone else, but if it has then please let me know with an ask or a dm. I was going through some of my older headcanons that I haven't yet written anything for and I came across a Jane Eyre style Au for Bagginshield. I may or may not write this when "Love in a Time of Change" is done and I'm curious to know what my fellow readers think of this headcanon.
Here it is if anyone is interested in it,
Thorin is a reclusive King Under The Mountain with some deep secrets relating to his family, a father who went mad, and other mysteries that were kept under lock and key. Thorin is a brooding, reclusive King who was left with the responsibility of raising his sister’s sons, Fili and Kili after her mysterious death, or disappearance. 
Thorin has raised young Fili and Kili and is in need of a learned man to teach his nephews the history of the Dales and the languages of the nearby races of Elves, Hobbits, and Men. Balin, as Thorin’s secretarial adviser, advertises for a governess or a governor to teach Fili and Kili. 
Bilbo Baggins is a man of middle means, who has graduated from his university of The Shire with accolades and sees the advertising. Bilbo replies to Balin via a Raven and sets out for Erebor. Bilbo settles into his role as lecturer to Fili and Kili.
Thorin meets Bilbo a few weeks later. After this meeting, Thorin takes an interest in Bilbo’s Shire stories and confides in him of things that he kept to himself for many years. Bilbo and Thorin grow closer as he continues to teach Fili and Kili. Until the day that Thorin admits his love for Bilbo, but there is one problem, Thorin is betrothed to a dwarrowdam from the Iron Hills.
 Bilbo is angered that Thorin did not tell him, but Thorin explains that his hands are tied, The alliance with the Iron Hills means that he must marry one of Dain’s Kin or face war with his feisty cousin. The dwarrowdam is Dain’s cousin, but Thorin has only met her twice. 
Bilbo is confused about what to do. Gandalf intervenes by visiting the Iron Hills and telling Dain of the love between Thorin and Bilbo, Can an alternative be made?
Balin is in on the deal. Between them, they compile a list of unattached Dwarrows. Balin suggests Oin. Dain says he’s too old.  Balin suggests Ori. Dain says he’s too young. Eventually, Balin suggests Bifur, and Dain laughs and agrees.  The alliance between Erebor and the Iron Hills will be maintained, with Dain’s cousin intending to marry Bifur rather than Thorin. 
Bilbo returns to the Shire, convinced that Gandalf and Balin have failed. Meanwhile. Gandalf and Balin return with news for Thorin.
Thorin tells Balin that it's too late, and Bilbo returns to the Shire. Balin tells Thorin to find Bilbo. Bilbo turns to his smial, looking for the ring that Thorin gave him. A letter arrives for Bilbo, telling him of an accident that killed his brother and his sister-in-law, meaning that he is Frodo’s only living relative. 
Thorin arrives at Bilbo’s smial, to find Bilbo with Frodo. Thorin assumes Bilbo is married. Bilbo tells him of Frodo’s history and Thorin apologizes. Bilbo wants to ask about Thorin’s wedding. Thorin tells him that there was a wedding, but not to him. Thorin explains how Balin and Gandalf talked Dain into agreeing to a marriage between Bifur and his cousin. 
Thorin invites Bilbo to return to Erebor. Bilbo says he has Frodo now. Thorin says that Frodo is welcome and admits, he always wanted a son. Thorin says that Frodo will be his Hobbit-son. Bilbo asks if this is Thorin’s attempt at a proper proposal. Thorin admits that it is. 
Bilbo accepts, calling Thorin an idiot, taking Frodo, and returning to Erebor with Thorin. A few months later, Bilbo and Thorin are married, and Bilbo is expecting a Dwobbit. 
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cusimmrbrightside · 2 years
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you know what type of AUs destroy me inside out but I still love? Ones where thorin is seen as ugly in dwarves standards/ cultures but to hobbits he’s like- the epitome of attractiveness
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Okay, but imagine Harpy!reader using one of her songs to entrance one of the Company members
It’d be even better if it was the Satyr!AU
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telesodalite · 1 year
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[Tauriel and Kíli, but like, blue.... ya know?]
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starvapurr · 10 months
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you've heard of skin changers and werewolves in Middle earth...but what about hobbits having the ability to change...into velociraptors?
Hear me out:
We aint talking about the big lads from Jurassic no.
Were talking about the feathery little chickens with sharp teeth, the dino ankle biters if you would.
Lets say Yavanna AND Manwe teamed to create hobbits in this au, so hobbits have a special connection and bond with the eagles as well.
And when they get too flustered or terrified they POOF explode into a feathery ankle biter. (It takes years to master the shift)
But maybe the outside world doesn't know about that. In fact hobbits aren't really known at all as the eagles in this au regularly scout the shire with their bonded hobbit family to check on them and thus scaring off any who travel near. And maybe the eagle eerie for the sake of this au is much much closer to the shire.
(you can absolutely use any of my fic prompts / ideas)
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tetchy-frog · 7 months
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More Thorn’s Moving Mountain!
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This one is just a silly little sketch.
He had me at the Arken-Eyes lol. I imagine that Thorn is fairly unflappable except for Bilbo, who of course has plant powers like Sophie does in the books, but also is just an unstoppable force! Dísifer is both impressed and afraid.
And yes, Thorn’s hair does follow Ghibli’s hair physics of “moves when u get angy!”
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meteors-lotr · 4 months
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More Pokémon AU
We havin fuuuuuuuuun
Here’s a link to part one
Also this will be less of like, explanations of teams, and more little trivia, headcanons, and character relationships.
Eevee is a very common starter Pokémon in...Middle earth region (idk), due to its popularity in breeding, their easy to handle for children, and the many evolution possibilities. The bardlings, Sam and Frodo, Legolas, Bard, and Thranduil all had an Eevee as their first Pokémon
Sam and Frodo's Eevees were particularly close, and even evolved into an Espeon and Umbreon just minutes apart.
Aragorn and Boromir both started out their respective journeys with a Honedge, and it's the initial source of their friendly rivalry. Their strats with Aegislash is wildly different however, as Aragorn depend more on the blade form while Boromir leans on the shield form more
In their youth, both Elrond and Galadriel dabbled in Pokémon contests before taking on their respective gyms. Both still keep up with the scene even years later, and both are quite intrigued by the curly haired upstart with his Gogoat
Almost everyone in the region knows that gym leader Sauroman and professional nuisance Gandalf are divorced, but almost no one has any memory of the two of them actually being married. Even people in their age range only ever remember the two as divorced. It's one of the many anomalies surrounding Gandalf Gray.
Mirkwood is not the actual name of the city, but Greenwood. Surrounding the city is a thick forest, populated mainly by mean spirited fairy and dark types, that drove away most of the grass types that kept it, well, green. The forest became a creepy and dark place made to get lost in, so it gained the nickname of ‘Mirkwood’ most inhabitants of the city dislike the name strongly, and sees it as an insult.
Many young trainers fear entering the forest due to how easy it is to loose your way in it, and how dark it is even during the day. This is why Illumise and Volbeat are very popular Pokémon around that part of the region
Despite being generally unhelpful and sometimes a bit grumpy, Gandalf is extremely kind to to everyone he meets, and does see the potential in everyone. The one exception to this is Peregrin fucking Took, who he for some reason is extremely hostile and rude towards. Pippin takes this as a compliment
Champion Lobelia Sackville-Baggins team consists of six Alakazams, all of which can mega evolve. I am committing to this bit
Bard Dragon retired around the time Bain was born, wishing to spend more time with his family. He was, to no one's surprise, a Dragon specialist, but in current day he only still has two of his old team with him, his Hydreigon (Was a Zweilous back during his gym leader days), and his Goodra.
Aragorn and Legolas are childhood friends, and have always traveled together. They started traveling with Gimli when they reached Erebor city, and needed a guide to navigate the mountain, as it's easy to get lost. He just sorta stuck around after that.
So far Aragorn has had run ins with Ho-Oh, Raikou, Celebi (Twice!), Shaymin, Arceus (That was an experience), Victini, and Zeraora. He has no idea as to why they are so drawn to him.
Merry and Pippin caught their Zigzagoon's and their Plusle and Minun entirely separately on different occasions. They're a little bit pissed that they have matching teams, as people mix them up enough already.
The Pokémon professor of the region is an odd fellow by the name of Tom Bombadill. No one knows what he’s studying, no one knows what his deal is, but he is in possession of several legendary Pokémon so no one really fucks with him.
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Yes! I think you should definitely do “warm beverages” ☺️
Okay - here it is and I know it is REALLY late, but time just really has lost all meaning for me lately. And I know it's supposed to be a drabble, but for me, this IS a drabble (everything I write turns into a monster, after all) so here goes...
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Prompt: Warm Beverages (Day 3)
Summary: You and Thorin spend a cold afternoon at a corn maze with your children…
Characters: Thorin x reader, Rina Durin, Frerin Durin, Dwalin
Warnings: none, pure fluff
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,863
Khuzdul Translations: 
’Adad - father 
’Amad - mother 
Raklûn - precious, darling one 
Maralmizi/maralmizu - I love you 
Mesmel - jewel of all jewels 
Amrâlimê - my love
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It was a gray, blustery day with a definite chill in the air. Not exactly the picture perfect weather for pumpkin picking or to wander about in an immense corn maze, but at the same time, no one seemed to mind the dreariness around them. Shrieks of laughter echoed all around you to let you know just how little the weather mattered. Despite the fact that you were freezing and your hands were almost numb, you still smiled. This was just as you remembered it from your own childhood—pumpkin patch, corn maze, hayrides, the earthy tang of apples as they were pressed for their juice, hints of cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg in the air. You hadn’t been to the farm since you were a girl and as you slipped your hand into Thorin’s, your memories came rushing back as the heat from his hand sank into yours to thaw it a tad. 
“I should go after them,” he said, frowning in the direction of the corn maze. “They’re in there alone and anything can happen.”
“They aren’t alone.” You squeezed his hand gently. “They are with Dwalin and he is never far behind either of them. Relax, your Majesty, and enjoy a rare free afternoon.”
He smiled down at you. “I’m not so good at relaxing. I have so much work waiting for me back at Erebor.”
“I know, but even a king is allowed a few hours to simply spend doing nothing but listening to his children have fun.”
“I know you’re right, and we needed a bit of time away from everything and it’s only a few hours, but I’m having trouble just the same.”
“Really?” you asked this with a grin. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“I’m sorry, mesmel, there is just so much going on now.”
“I know, but the world will not fall apart all at once. Balin is there if anything urgent comes up.” You slipped your hand from his and eased your arms about his waist. “We miss you, you know.”
“I know. And Mahal willing, the elders will stop being so fussy over everything and agree to the terms of the agreement between us and the elves.”
“They will. They merely need a bit more convincing.”
“Which I can hardly do here.”
“Thorin.” You didn’t even bother to keep the scolding out of your voice. “It is but a few hours away from the negotiations. Balin is more than capable of speaking on your behalf and your children are only young for a short while. Enjoy it.”
His blue eyes closed, his lashes thick black crescents against his cheeks as he drew in a slow, deep breath and then exhaled just as slowly. “You’re right and I am sorry again.”
“You’re forgiven,” you tucked your head against his chest, smiling as he wrapped his arms about you and pressed a kiss into the top of your head. You knew how hard he’d been working, in meeting after meeting from sunup until late at night, all trying to hammer out a trade agreement between the dwarves and the elves of Mirkwood. It had taken every ounce of persuasion you possessed to get him to agree to this outing. Now if only you could find a way to make him relax and actually enjoy his down time. One thing at a time.
Shrieks of laughter rolled your way and a few minutes later, two dark-haired children came racing out of the corn maze, almost falling into one another from laughing so hard. You had no idea what they laughed about, but the sound of them doing it was so silvery and melodic, it was contagious and you smiled as well. 
 Thorin pulled away from you, crouching to scoop up Frerin, your eight-year old son. “Easy, Frer,” he said, swinging him up into his arms. “Where did you lose Dwalin?”
“In there,” Frerin pointed back to the corn maze. “He’s too slow and too bossy and no fun, ’Adad.”
“You lost him on purpose, Rina?” you asked.
Your ten-year old daughter looked up and nodded. “Kind of, yes.”
“Why?”
“Because he kept telling us to go left! Or not that way!” Frerin looped his arms about Thorin’s neck, but held himself away to look his father eye to eye. “He’s no fun, so we gave him the slip.”
Thorin arched a brow. “Gave him the slip?” 
Rina nodded, trying to look somber, but you didn't miss the way her pale blue eyes sparkled with mischief. It was the same look you’d seen so many times in her father’s eyes as well. “At a tee, he said, Turn right, and we went left and he couldn’t keep up. He’s such an old sourpuss.”
You had to hold back your smile, and it wasn’t easy. Both Rina and Frerin seemed so very proud of their sneakiness and they weren’t entirely wrong. At times, Dwalin was very much an old sourpuss. You looked over at Thorin, and only one who knew him as well as you did could see the amusement sparking in his eyes, the slight twitch at the right corner of his beard that gave away his struggle to not smile as well. 
“That wasn’t nice, Rina. We should probably go find him.” You looked back at the massive corn maze. The farm boasted they had the largest corn maze in all of Middle Earth and you didn't relish the thought of trying to find one dwarf in that mess of giant stalks. 
Thorin shook his head. “Nah. He’s a big boy. He’ll find his way out. Besides, they’re right, it is not fun being ordered this way and that. Not,” he added as Frerin’s smile widened, “that I condone just ditching him that way, mind you. Because that was wrong. So, you two will go and find him and apologize.”
Frerin’s gaze fell and his smile faded. “Sorry, ’Adad,” he said sheepishly. “We just wanted to have fun, like everyone else.”
Like everyone else. You heard the laughter and shrieks of the other children in the corn maze and sighed softy. “You and your sister aren’t like everyone else, though, raklûn,” you told him softly, reaching down to rumple his windblown tangle of black curls. “And that’s why Dwalin goes with you places.”
Rina sighed. “But, ’Amad, he never lets us have any fun, though. And that’s why we’re here, isn’t it? It’s supposed to be fun, isn’t it?” She gestured to the maze, then to the rest of the farm around them. Then, she sighed softly. “Oh, all right. Come on, Frer, let’s go find him.”
She held out her hand to her younger brother, and you waited to see if he’d take it or not. Then, he slipped his hand into his sister’s and said, “Can we lose him again?”
“No.” Rina shook her head. “Not this time.” She shot you and Thorin both a pointed look. “It wasn’t nice.”
“Enough,” Thorin told her sternly. “Go and retrieve him before he has a chance grow even crankier.”
“Very well.” Rina let out a sigh that suggested she was the most put-upon girl in all of Middle Earth. “Come on, Frer. Let’s go find the old sourpuss.”
“And stop calling him the old sourpuss!” Thorin called after them.
You smiled as they vanished into the corn maze once more, then looked up at Thorin. “Now’s our chance to lose them all.”
He grinned. “I like how you think.” 
With that, he caught you by the hand and tugged you toward the corn maze as well. You could hear your children ahead of you, so you made certain that when they went left, you went right. And vice versa. And as you wound further into the maze, the sounds of the farm, and of the other maze-goers, faded into the distance. The air smelled sweetly of fresh soil, apples, and cinnamon and it was cold enough that you didn't mind it when Thorin tugged you up against him. 
He smiled down at you. “Finally, a moment alone.”
“Careful, dwarf,” you replied, the glint in his pale blue eyes making butterflies come alive in your belly, “you don’t want to jinx us.”
He bent to you, his lips soft and warm as they met yours, and you melted against him. How was it possible that after nearly a dozen years of marriage, and two children, this man still had the ability to make you feel like a young girl in the grips of her very first crush? Even on a cold, windswept, overcast day, in a corn maze, you felt as if you had just fallen in love with him and you wanted his kiss to last forever. 
He kissed you slowly, deep and lingering, and when he drew back, he pressed his forehead to yours and murmured, “Maralmizi.”
“Maralmizu,” you whispered back, tracing your forefinger along the silvery patch of his beard. It was somehow soft and scratchy at the same time and you’d noticed there were more silver threads shot through with each passing day. Not that it mattered. He was still the same handsome dwarf he’d been when you’d met so many years ago. And you loved him as much now as you did then, perhaps even more. 
“You’re shivering, mesmel,” he murmured.
“It’s cold in here and the wind is cutting thorough me.”
“Would you like something hot to drink?”
“Dwarf, I would kill for that.”
“Then we should probably go find our children,” he whispered, kissing you again.
“Probably.”
“Or we could just let Dwalin keep them.”
“We’d miss them.”
“Not for a while, though.”
“Dwarf.”
“Very well. We will take the children home with us.” He grinned, kissing you a third time. “Can we leave Dwalin here? He is an old sourpuss, you know.”
“I know, but we should probably take him back, too.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
“There they are!” Rina’s voice rang out like a bell, lilting and silvery. “Ugh, they’re kissing again!”
“Ew!” 
Thorin straightened up. “Who would like something warm to drink?”
Both Rina and Frerin nodded. “Hot chocolate!”
Dwalin rounded the corner, red-faced from windburn, what was left of his hair blown in all directions. “Aye, a drink sounds perfect. Preferably something with bourbon or rum in it.”
“How about you, amrâlimê,” Thorin turned to you, “would you like a warm drink?”
“Absolutely.” You clasped your hands together to blow on them and stamped your feet, which were cold despite your heavy boots. “I’m almost frozen through out here.”
“Very well. To the food tent and whatever warm drinks they’re selling here.” Thorin draped his arm about your shoulders and caught Rina’s hand while Frerin grabbed your free hand and you all made your way to the food tent to thaw out a bit. 
Hot chocolate. Hot apple cider. Hot cider spiked with bourbon. Everyone had exactly what they wished to drink and you sighed as you slipped your warm spiked cider, and without thinking, leaned your head against Thorin’s shoulder and smiled as his hand came to rest on your thigh. In that moment, you forgot all about being cold.  
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skeleton-on-wheels0 · 7 months
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So I thought about an AU I made of The Hobbit based on a Romanian-Soviet movie from the '80....
This AU is based on the Romanian movie 'Maria Mirabela', in which is presented the adventure of a frog named Oaky, a firefly named Lightening and a caterpillar turned butterfly named Omide who, with the help of two sisters called Maria and Mirabela, go to the Fairy of the Forest, who placed a curse on Oaky and he remained stuck in the frozen water at the water spring where he met the Forest Fairy, in the hopes of removing the curse.
I've thought about this AU for a while, and I feel like it could go really well, it's just that...
I don't really know who to assign to who, as there are little characters to be given, and most of them wouldn't fit what I would want to write based on this AU, and I also have 2 OCs who I've thought about bein Maria and Mirabela, but I'm not entirely sure.
Long story short, I need help, and I'd welcome anywone who would want to help me or learn more about this movie as I find it fantastically gorgeous and I've cried several times watching it. I don't think it can be found anywhere save for YouTube, and the captions there are pretty trash, but I'd be so glad to help y'all, you don't understand.
The only thing I'm sure about is that I'll make minor Bagginshield out of this. And maybe fanart. And maybe a short movie based on the AU. Who knows.
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