#also why was Fili so fine

[loki1aufeyson]

I just watched The Hobbit for the first time, (I know I’m late, I read the books years ago just never took the time to watch the movies.)

& I just want to talk about some things that really stuck with me 🥺

First when Thorin was half insane, lost all trust in the company, and was consumed with greed over the hoard of gold. He just … pulls Bilbo aside and tells him he’s the only one he trusts .. over lifelong family and friends he chooses Bilbo. AND he doesn’t even say “This is my gold alone no one else deserves it.” He literally tells Bilbo “This is our gold.” Like he just wanted Bilbo by his side no matter what

also Bilbo almost being able to break through to him when he was talking about planting his acorn and Thorin just looking at him with soft eyes

And the parallel of the screen cutting back and forth from Bilbo crying over Thorin’s body, to Tauriel crying over Kili’s body. And Thranduil saying “it only hurts so much because it was real.” Just to cut back to Bilbo is just 💔💔💔

And at the end Bilbo having no words to describe what Thorin was to him or how much he meant to him

i remember not particularly caring about the book but the movies hit me like why couldn’t the husbands just live happily ever after ❤️‍🩹

#also why was Fili so fine #bilbo x thorin #they were in love your honor #they’re still alive in my head #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #thrandiul #lord of the rings #kili and tauriel #tauriel #battle of the five armies

[sleepytwilight]

Hey! I hope you're having a wonderful day today, I've seen that your requests are open and I am somewhat interested in giving my own prompt for the silly little sorcerer men

How would the ARTW guide sorcerers react to an MC being a high ranking assassin in Mid-Eartheim? Like for some reason they manage to find out about it or we trusted them with our little secret!

Alrightyy

𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕦𝕤

He found out.

Okay but Arcturus keep it as a secret

Kinda almost try to blackmailing you when you didn't do your homework 💀.

Arcturus don't mind you're an assassin, as long you don't hurt a student in academy nor miss your class.

Okay he gets very worried sometime if you decide to be an assassin again in Neb Aula.

𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒

When he noticed you and Arcturus act suspiciously, he totally did not choke Arcturus to tell him the truth.

When he found out through Arcturus, he locked you up in your dorm.

It took Alpheratz to convince him to let you out.

Spica of course don't hate you, just being careful.

Of course after you get out from your dorm, Spica lectured you about the rules and punishments of Neb Aula.

ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕩

It took him the whole stages to realize you were an assassin.

When you found out about his secret, you was like why not just tell yours?

His jaw dropped faster than you dropped your life purpose.

He forgot he was fighting his twin brother unconscious body and immediately question everything.

Now he understands why you have good reflexes

𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕫

Arcturus accidently told him about it.

He couldn't careless if you were an assassin as long you let him take a nap.

Alpheratz appreciates when you stop the dorm war, thanks to your assassin skills. Of course you didn't kill anyone, just threatened them.

When he found out Spica locked up, he became rebellious and mess up with Spica. That's how you got out-

Since then he have been by your side.

𝕊𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤

He found out before Arcturus but keep it as a secret to see how it goes.

Mf keep on laughing everytime Spica try to keep you lock up while Alpheratz stealing you away.

He had fun thanks to you-

He seriously want to tell Pollux but wait until the end.

When Pollux found out, he laughed like a madman.

𝕍𝕖𝕘𝕒

He found out through Spica.

Boy was questioning what the hell happened after you and him got separated.

He still defend your actions and said you could be redeem.

Since this is Neb Aula, he couldn't careless about your mid eartheim crimes.

Yeah he also spars with you time to time since he is curious about your full skill since you're a high ranking assassin. Other sorcerers doesn't get the assassin classes.

Bonus!

𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕣

He finds it very intriguing.

He never expected Polaris to be reincarnation as a assassin-

He didn't know Spica locked you up because he's busy chatting with Thuban.

𝔾𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒

You left the woman speechless.

Like Vega, she'll defend your crimes since she soon to be your mother in law lol

ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕝 - for @tophatmaker

Great you're now his new headache.

At least you didn't hurt any Queen Tet, so he's fine if you decide to kill a fili pfeper or tharaval.

He likes to see you hurt a karmago.

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight rigel #artwi text #artw ask #arcana twilight Gianna #arcana twilight schedar #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight sidereus

[fantasyinallforms]

I am very committed to doing the word prompts for @acorns-and-oakleaves Year of Bagginshield, located here. I adore word prompts with all of my ever-betting heart, and all 12 of the ones on this list are stunning.

So, I present a drabble for the January word prompt: "Tell me what you saw." {This has spicy undertones but is not explicit}

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“Just tell me what you saw!” Fili shook his brother by the shoulders, growing more and more impatient. 

“I don’t know! I don’t know! Or I don't want to know? Please don’t make me think about it more Fee.” Kili groaned as he put his palms to his eyes. 

“Fine, I’ll take a look myself,” Fili grumbled. He made to walk off before Kili grabbed him by the arm and wouldn't let him move. 

“I’m warning you. I’m really warning you. Don’t.” There was panic in Kili’s tone, and he was getting fed up with it. 

“Just. Tell. Me.” Fili demanded 

I…well…I was going to ask Uncle something, and the door was ajar, so I thought it meant he wasn't busy, and… I saw Uncle and Bilbo and they were making out. I was going to tease them about it and maybe shut the door on them, but then… It stopped being just making out incredibly quickly….” Kili blabbered. Fili turned green. 

“Why didn't you shut the door quicker!” Fili whisper-yelled, now terrified someone would hear him. 

“I tried!” Kili rebutted, “But then I worried uncle would kill me if he heard the door close, and I was paralyzed and… Fee I’m going to be sick.” 

“We’ve bathed in the same river as uncle before. You’re being overdramatic.” Fili rolled his eyes.

“No. I. Am. Not. Bilbo was in his lap Fee. In. His. Lap.” Kili gave him a pointed look that begged him to read between the lines before shaking his head as if it would clear away the image. “Get me to the pub and buy me enough ale to forget my name, I beg you.”     

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“Thorin, did you hear something?” Bilbo’s arms were wrapped around Thorin's neck, facing opposite from the door. His clothing was half on him, half pooled around his middle, as Thorin had control of both of their pleasure.  

“It’s no one, ghivashel. Just someone learning a valuable lesson in knocking.” Thorin replied before making Bilbo forget the statement entirely.

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Also, that banner was super not made by me, and is from the event. ❤️

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #bilbo x thorin #fili and kili #lessons are learned #Acorn & oak leaves #A&OL #FIAF(me) Fics

[harrypoppinss]

Ahoy!! I saw that your requests are open so if it's possible I would love to have one with Fili!!

With the promp ‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

In which they are just friends at first ;)

Thansk so much!! I love your stuff

- Jack

Of course!!! I love the idea of that prompt, especially a friends to lovers type situation!! Also I just got back after a long break, so feel free to send in requests!

⚠️I didn’t proof read this, I apologize for any misspellings⚠️

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I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug

Fili Durin x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, some cursing

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You had been recruited to Thorins company because of you skills that you obtained in the course of your life, of course, Thorin was reluctant to let you tag along because neither him nor any of the other dwarves knew who you were, and what that set of skills was. But after some explanation from Gandalf, along with a few encouraging words from the old wizard; he agreed.

Thats how you ended up here, leaning back against a fallen log as you skimmed through an old book that Gandalf had kindly allowed you to borrow. A few feet away the company was gathered around a growing fire placed upon a pile of sticks and logs. It had been about 5 months since the say you joined, and to say you didn’t expect to be hunted down by an angry orc was an understatement.

Because of this, it has made the journey much more dangerous and fear inducing, but it also got your adrenaline pumping. When you first set off, you were more reserved from the company of dwarves, but very quickly one in particular approached you and struck up a conversation. That Dwarf was named Fili Durin, the nephew of Thorin Oakenshield and heir to the throne under the mountain of Erebor.

Fili was a kind and funny dwarf. He quickly wedged his way into your heart in more ways than one. But unbeknownst to you, you had done the same to him. It was very rare that a dwarf fell in love with someone of another species, but they always believed in true love or finding your ‘one’ so he was just fine with it. He was not one to shy away from flirting either, especially because he wanted to enjoy everything he could before he was eventually betrothed to another dwarf from a high kingdom.

From the fire that was glowing in the wake of dusk, Fili had his eyes on you every couple seconds. Kili, obviously had noticed this and gave him brother a nudge with his elbow, encouraging him to go over to you. Even after becoming one of your best friends (and your crush) he was still nervous to talk to you sometimes, and he truthfully believed it was because he loved you. So to stop his brother from jabbing elbow into his side, he slapped Kilis’ arm before glancing at you once more as he stood up.

Thorin noticed this, but didn’t question his eldest nephew at the moment. Fili cleared his throat as he walked up to you, making your eyes pull away from the words infront of you as you glanced up at him from your sitting position. “Yes Fili?” You asked, folding the corner of the page as you closed the book and laid it on the ground beneath you.

“Walk with me?” He asked you, before he outstretched his hand for you, a gesture he always did when you were sitting or laying down. It wasn’t unusual for you two to go on small walks around the makeshift campsite that you were inhabiting that night. So you nodded, placing your hand in his as he helped you up, allowing you to brush your legs off as he waited patiently.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” You said as he grinned softly, the corners of his mouth moving made his braided mustache dance softly as the two of you started walking out of camp. Back at the fire, Thorin was watching. He knew that look in Filis’ eyes, and if you were his one then be would support the two of you.

“So.. why did you ask me to walk with you this time?” You asked as the camp faded in the background as the two of you walked along a creek side that was surrounded by breathtaking trees, as the setting sun gleamed through the leaves and branches. Fili didn’t answer right away, he just glanced at you. After a moment of silence he slowed down, before turning his head to look at you.

“I’ve been.. meaning to do something that I should have done long ago,” he said. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you also slowed, giving him your undivided attention. “Yes?” You asked. Fili was nervous, it was practically radiating off him at the moment. “Please don’t take me for a fool,” he said, before he began the confession that he rehearsed over a million times in his head.

“I am not sure if your feelings are aligned with mine. I.. am very fond of you” he said, his eyes darting everywhere but your gaze as you proceeded what he said. Slowly, a grin formed on your lips as you reached out, taking his hand in yours. His eyes practically shot to yours as he waited anxiously for your response. “You could never be a fool for that, because believe it or not, I’m also very fond of you.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered under his breath as his hand returned the grip on yours as his lips matched the grin on your lips. “What now?” You asked, your voice softer than before. “I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.” Fili retorted, making a small blush dust your cheeks as you rolled your eyes before your hands gripped onto his coat that he was wearing as you tugged him towards yourself, your lips meeting eachothers as he smiled into the kiss. His hands came up to cup your face as he felt his heart fluttering. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones as he pulled away reluctantly from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes poured into yours.

“How about another kiss for a hug?” You said, making another grin stretch across his lips as he immediately closed the gap between the two of you.

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I had sooo much fun writing this!! I hope I got it right! Thank you again so much for the request❤️

#fili durin #the hobbit #request #fluff prompts #friends to lovers #a kiss for a hug #fili and kili #bofur the dwarf #king thorin #thorin and company #throin oakenshield #kili durin #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #fili x you #fili x reader #lotr

[colettevbellerose07]

🤍Self care 🤍

🤍Bilbo Baggins x modern teen reader

🤍prompts: 1. “Shh, stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.” 2. “It’s cute that you are trying to protect me and all, but you do know your like a foot shorter than me?”

🤍Summary: Y/N hasn’t been taking care of themselves since they plopped into this world and it shows. Bilbo decides if they aren’t going to do it (self-care) he will make them.

I know all of their fates and I have to stay silent. I know that fili, kili, and Thorin die. I’ve been pretty much avoiding them ever since I got here, as bad as that sounds. I assume it’s been about a week so I still don’t really know anybody that well.

I’m pretty sure they all think I’m weird. My phone has the shittest connection, I literally can only take pictures and charge it, surprisingly. Which is fine I guess It’ll be cool too have proof.

They’ve all been so kind I think I should at least make an effort to engage in conversation. The most they know is my name which isn’t much.

I figured if I was going to try to talk to anyone. It would be the one who didn’t look at me like I was a alien, Bilbo.

“Hi.” I uttered timidly, “Good morning, y/n you have a lovely voice.” He said smiling up at me from his seat on a tree stump. “Um, so, do you- um- possibly..” I said trying to think of what to say to engage a conversation. “Here’s a good starter for you Miss Y/n, how old are you?” Bilbo asked aiding me in my attempts at socializing. “I’m fifteen, you?” I stuttered, “fifteen?! You mean fifteen-hundred?” “No like one decade and almost six years.” I said sitting down crisscross applesauce in front of him. “Why my dear your just a child!” He said worriedly.

“I’m not that young-“ “my dear you are. Why didn’t you tell us you’re age earlier?” “I figured you all wouldn’t care that I was fifteen.” “I can’t believe I let a child go unkempt for almost a week?!” There was no going back. “Come here my dear let us start with your hair, I promise to be gentle.” Bilbo said in a paternal way. “Oh my God, what are you doing?” I protested I had always hated when people messed with my hair. “Shh, stop fussing. I’m braiding your hair.” “Okay just don’t hurt me.” I uttered, “Don’t worry, dear, I shall be extra careful with your curls.” I stopped my protest and let him braid my hair.

I practiced my breathing exercises that I learned with that one app that I can’t remember. “And there so have it, maybe in the next town we stop in I can get you some fresh cloths.” “What? I love the trashy y2k mcbling look I have right now.” I said looking back at him with a smile. He looked and me with a more than confused face. “I’m not going to ask what those things are, but I shall buy you fresher clothes when given the opportunity.”

I got up and stood, “If that’s what you think you should do, then slay!” “Oh no, I’m not doing slaying right now!?” “What do you mean? Slay king.” I said nonchalantly. Bilbo looked alarmed but figured it was probably my culture from where I came from and meant something different. “Ya know, it’s cute that you are trying to protect me and all, but you do know you're like a foot shorter than me?” I joked, “Miss my height does not equal my ability to care and help you.” “I guess so, it’s just- I guess you’re really the only person that puts up with me.” “I’ve observed the way you behave and for lack of better words, you are odd, to say the least, but I’ve also seen just in this short time knowing you, just how great of a person you are. You are kind, humorous, almost naively brave and that’s what I admire about you.” I stood there touched by what he was saying and smiled happily. “Granted you’re opinions are far more complex for most of us and your vulgarity and language are greater than the dwarves, but at least you know when to stop.” He chuckled softly. “Thank you, Bilbo, truly, you’re like my dad in this situation and I’m extremely grateful for you.” He stood up and brought me in a warm embrace, I held on to him I wish my father was more like him.

#bilbo x reader #bilbo my beloved #the hobbit bilbo #bilbo baggins #coquette writer #lotr x reader #the hobbit

[marilynmonroefanfics]

Legolas trying to win affection…

Legolas can be quite jealous, and he isn't good at hidding it. Not like he intends to be anyway.

For a long time Legolas was arrogant and extremely, influenced by his father.

That slowly begun to change when he met, Y/N. A servant, who's job was to tend to the palace's gardens.

The prince was fascinated by the servant's work. How he would care for the flowers so gently and full of passion. Almost like they were real people.

God, Legolas felt so stupid, the was his hart would flutter at the sight of the boy, the latter always humming to himself as he worked.

Legolas would often hide in the shadows, he felt so stupid, why was he obsessed with a gardener boy?

“You can closer if you want, my prince.”

Turns out Legolas isn't good at hidding. Y/N had spotted him since the beginning, but found it extremely indiring.

From there, a beautiful relationship blossomed. Legolas learned how to plant a seed, when to water it. How to treat the various flowers.

He always prettended he was bad at it or forget a step on propose. Anything to have Y/N touch him. Guiding him with his hands and scold him with that sweet voice of his.

Y/N was most indiring to Legolas, his eyes seemed to sparkle like the stars. His smile was like the sun and his touched were as graceful as a tree leaf dancing in the wind.

He was absolutely perfection.

Was it Y/N's then? The way people looked at him, it made Legolas burn wirh jealousy.

No, it can't be. Y/N was much to pure and sweet, of course he didn't mean to attract lustful gazes and comments.

Besides, Y/N loved Legolas dearly, and the latter knew it. So why was he so jealous?

Well, one word: Dawrfs.

Those filthy little things, how dare day try to flirt with his love!?

One in particular was specifically annoying: Fili. He didn't know when to shup up.

Legolas desired nothing more than to put an arrow right through his heart.

He wouldn't however, Y/N would not forgive him.

Legolas felt like a baby. Whenever he was jealous he would become quite clingy.

He would practically be Y/N's body-guard. Never living his side.

He would also become crave more physical contact. And did everything to make his lover blush. A way to out-flirt the dwarfs.

Swoop Y/N into his arms, whispering into his hear. Kissing Y/N's neck, just the way he liked it. Being all touchy with him while whispering the dirtiest of things.

God, he hated it. The power Y/N's love had over him. But, Legolas secretly liked. And he knew this deep down.

“YYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNN.”

“You're such a baby sometimes, Legolas.”

“Pleaseeeeeeee, sayyy itttt backkkk.”

“Fine. I love you too, Legolas.”

“You promise?”

“I, promise.”

#x male reader #headcanons x male reader #male reader #legolas #legolas x male reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x male reader #lotr #lotr x male reader

[gatheringfiki]

The following ficlet was written by @starstruckcrossainteggslime based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, T

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Christmas Blues

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Fili reached for another tissue, rubbing his raw nose and sniffling. Tears started leaking out of the corners of his eyes. He was miserable, and Kili wasn’t able to cuddle him and make it better.

His cold had started almost immediately after Kili left for his business trip to the states. He had taken Kili to the airport four days ago, not happy that Thorin had asked Kili to make this trip so close to Christmas but holding his tongue trying to be supportive.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Kili said at the gate, snuggling his earmuffs down more securely.

“Sure, yeah I know.” Fili said. “It’ll be fine. I just…I miss you when you’re gone. We haven’t even gotten the tree up yet.”

Kili grabbed his face, rubbing their noses together. “I’ll see you in a week.” He called back over his shoulder as he made his way onto the plane.

As soon as Fili got home he started to feel the tickle in the back of his throat. He tried to ignore it, pulling out all of the decorations and boxes into the living room and setting up the tree. He wouldn’t put a single ornament on until they could do it together though.

That had been Saturday. By Wednesday morning he was flat out on the couch, shivering under a comforter and trying not to think of Kili who wouldn’t be home for another three days. He wouldn’t be so miserable he thought if he only had something to snuggle with. He grabbed Kili’s pillow but it wasn’t the same. His lower lip stuck out as he started to pout, which he would ordinarily never allow himself to do but who cares? He was alone in the house anyway. Just then he heard the noise of the front door opening.

“Hey babe, I’m home! And I’ve got a surprise for you!” Kili called, rounding the corner with a big box in his hands, covered in bight Christmas wrapping paper. He took in the sight before him, Fili surrounded by used tissues and nose bright red.

“Oh babe, why don’t you call me?” Kili said, sitting on the couch and drawing Fili into his arms.

Fili sniffled. “ I missed you. I don’t like it when you’re away, it gets so lonely.” Kili smiled down at him gently. “I know love. That’s why I got you an early Christmas gift. Why don’t you open it. Don’t shake it though.” He said picking the package up carefully and handing it to Fili.

Fili took the package which was surprisingly light. It felt like something was shifting inside. He carefully lifted the lid off, getting ready to look inside when up popped an adorable kitten, grey and brown with white patches on its chest and paws, looking at him with bright eyes, letting out a small meow in way of greeting.

“Merry Christmas love. Do you like him?”

Fili took the kitten in his arms, listening to it start to purr. “ I love him.”

“I thought you might. Ready to watch me decorate the tree while you rest and get to know our new addition?”

Fili smiled up at him through his tears. “Sounds perfect. Merry Christmas Kili.”

He was starting to feel better already, as he watched the snow out the window. It was going to be a good Christmas after all.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

[lordisitmine]

📚 fic ask :) 📕📘📗

Hi, I am SO sorry it took me so long to answer this- I'm in a play and today was my birthday and I've been busy but I'm so excited to do this! Since you sent me three I'm gonna give you three! They're gonna be from all across the universe of ships, some I've written for before and some I haven't, but I hope you enjoy!

(and for the rest of you- send me book emojis and I'll tell you about a fic I've daydreamed of but never written)

One: WORKING TITLE - and the gentleness that comes (fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, roy/ed)

I've actually been sitting on a complete outline since 2019 and I've written about 15 percent of it, so it's more than a daydream, but I'm gonna talk about it anyway because I want to finish it but I don't know if I ever will lmao.

It's set ten years after the promised day: Ed is 26 and a new professor teaching theoretical alchemy at central university. Roy is a full general and serves directly under Fuhrer Grummand, who is very old and in poor health. Amestris is a semi-democracy now, with an elected senate that in turn elects the Fuhrer every five years.

Roy and Ed meet by chance at a bar, having not seen each other for a decade, and strike up some sort of... friendship??? Anyway, Grummand dies soon after, and Roy is quickly put on the short list to be the next leader of Amestris. Roy and Ed keep running into each other.

But pretty soon, a conspiracy develops that could threaten the entire nation as well as Roy and Ed's lives, and it doesn't help that they're... falling for each other? Even though Roy is still a bastard and Ed was so annoying when he was a kid. They can't possibly be in love, right?

I really do wanna write this some day

Two: Keeper of the Mountain's Heart (the hobbit, thorin/bilbo)

Hobbit fix-it fic. I also have this whole thing outlined and have written the first chapter and several other scenes. This one has been in the works since spring of 2022. I also plan to write it for realsies.

Thorin, Fili and Kili survive the battle of the five armies. Thorin is badly wounded, but makes a slow recovery. Kili is mostly fine, and Fili's injuries leave him paralyzed from the waist down (I am co excited to write wheelchair stuff for this fic). Bilbo decides to stay in Erebor, just until the spring, when it's safer to travel, and besides, Thorin says he needs him to stay.

The big conceit of the fic is that Bilbo confessed his love for Thorin on Ravenhill, when Thorin had been wounded and lost consciousness. Thorin doesn't remember anything Bilbo said. Also, Dain and the Ironhill dwarrows are invoking an old law that would see Bilbo be executed for stealing the Arkenstone. Thinking quickly, Thorin proclaims that no, Bilbo didn't steal it, he gave it to Bilbo as a betrothal gift. Because they're totally engaged. They've been in love this whole time! And since he doesn't want to die, Bilbo has to go along with it. Shenanigans ensue.

So, fake-dating, mutual pining (because Thorin is also in love with Bilbo, secretly), and amnesia, along with a huge helping of cultural differences, courting rituals and sexual tension. Tropey and wonderful and I like to just think about it when I'm falling asleep at night. And I will write it some day I swear.

Three: Scars You Left (DC cinematic universe, bruce/clark)

I ALSO have this one completely outlined and partially written. It's a soul mate AU where you get the scars of your soul mate's injuries, and if they die, you feel it happen and get a mark that corresponds with that event.

Bruce just never had marks ever, so he always assumed he never had a soul mate. It happens sometimes. No big deal. He never wanted that kind of thing anyway. Love just means you have something to lose- he knows that all too well.

Clark never got any marks- obviously. He wasn't born on Earth, and he's impervious to damage, so he never gets injured- why would he feel someone else's wounds? It's difficult to watch his parents, soul mates through and through- but that doesn't mean he'll be alone forever.

Then, the events of Batman V Superman happen, and when Clark dies, Bruce feels it. he has a starburst scar on his chest, where the kryptonite spear went through Clark. It makes no sense, because Clark wasn't even from Earth. But it's undeniable. And it's the worst truth he's ever had to come to terms with.

And then, one night, months later, Clark digs his way out of his grave, throws himself across country and through Bruce's living room window. And maybe there is such a thing as a second chance.

The main plot follows the 2007 animated movie Superman: Doomsday, wherein Lex Luthor creates an evil slave clone of Superman and wreaks havoc on the world about it. Also lots of mutual pining and angst. I really love to pack in the angst before the happy ending.

These were really more WIPs than daydreams, but that's how I daydream- I write an outline and a couple of scenes to get it out of my system so I can focus on my actual real projects, the ones I'm supposed to be working on. Speaking of work, I have to get back at it, bye!

#lord speaks #50daysat #ask games #royed #bagginshield #superbat #wip #fanfiction #writing #asked and answered

[elficially-done-with-life]

Request Rules

Requests are open!

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♡ only x reader, fics and hc ( and I will only write for fem reader or gn reader, since I indentify as she/her and thats why I'm most comfortable with that, when it comes to NSFW content only fem reader )

♡ I have nothing against people who love Rings of Power, but I haven't watched the show so far, so I won't write for it (maybe I will once I watched it though)

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Don't Die This Time

Kili Fanfic

Kili meets a girl who has to go along on their quest on Gandalf's request. The girl captures his attention from the first time they meet and they grow to love each other over the course of the quest.

Pairing: Kili x OC female who can control nature

Chapter 4: Calm Before The Storm

Warnings: none

Kili throws an acorn at Gaia which she dodges with ease, laughing loudly. He narrowly misses a shot against his arm from an acorn.

“You have terrible aim,” he says with a chuckle, slightly out of breath. Gaia pretends to be offended and sticks her tongue out at him.

He shakes his head with a smile before he throws another acorn in her direction, hitting her leg. She pretends to be wounded, flailing as she falls to the ground.

She lies on the ground and fakes a pained groan. Kili rushes over to her, laughing at her act.

“No, don’t die on me. Don’t you dare,” he shouts, crouching next to her. He puts his hand on the leg he had hit, pretending to stop the bleeding. Gaia lets out a loud laugh which turns into a wheeze.

“Wrong leg,” she says in between laughter. Kili bursts out laughing and throws himself backward on the soft grass.

Gaia lifts herself onto her elbows, giggling at the sight of Kili on the grass.

Kili is laying on the soft green grass, his chest moving up and down while he tries to catch his breath. His hair is sticking to his forehead and neck from the sweat.

He turns his head to look at her, a wide smile catching her eyes. She gives him a small smile before she sits upright. Kili copies her and also sits up, his hands resting behind him.

”Can’t you use the wind to improve your aim?” Kili asks jokingly. Gaia lets out a laugh, shaking her head.

“I can barely manage to control the breeze. How do you expect me to use the wind to move something?” Kili shrugs which earns a smile from Gaia.

“So, you can just control grass?” Gaia giggles at his oversimplification.

“Yes, and trees,” she hums as she moves the tall grass over Kili’s arms, tickling him. He shudders at the grass when it tickles his ears. He rolls away from the grass that threatens to encase him.

“And water?” he asks, his eyes filled with wonder at her. Gaia blushes at his interest. This is the first time someone has shown this much interest in her strengths.

“No success so far, but I keep trying.” She moves the grass back to its original space before she looks up at the morning sky. There are almost no clouds in the blue sky. She inhales the fresh scent of the grass which causes a tightening in her chest. She misses her forest. Her trees and their scent.

When she looks back at Kili, she catches him staring at her. She smiles slightly when he turns his head to the side, pretending to notice something in the distance. A redness creeps into his ears and she bites back a laugh.

“Oi, you two still need to get dinner,” Fili calls when he notices them playing around. Gaia and Kili look at each other, frowning at Fili’s statement.

“Why do we need to hunt? There are enough cows for a proper breakfast,” Kili says and looks at Fili. “And there is bound to be cheese and milk. We do not have to get food.” Fili raises his brows at Kili.

“Do not pretend to be smart, Ki. Just go, before Uncle scolds you two. You will both be put on night watch,” Fili warns them, a smile playing on his lips.

Gaia gets up with a soft groan and wipes the grass from her clothes. Kili lets out a huff before he also stands from the grass. They watch Fili enter the house.

“Where are we going to find meat without running into Orcs?” Kili asks as they start toward the forest. Gaia feels for any vibrations that could give her an indication of nearby Orcs.

“I think we will be fine during the day. It is still early morning, so we might catch some stray deer,” she says, hopeful.

Kili turns his eyes to her and sees the early light reflecting off her. Her pale slender fingers trace the trees whenever she passes one while her black hair dances behind her in the morning breeze. He has to avert his gaze when the familiar warmth spreads through his body, his heart racing. He has never seen anything so hauntingly beautiful.

Do not look for something that might be a mere illusion.

Fili’s words flash through his mind and he sighs in frustration. Gaia does not seem to have any ulterior motives besides assisting them to reclaim their homeland. She has been nothing but helpful throughout their quest, always doing the most.

“Are you all right?” Her enchanting voice pulls him from his thoughts. He gives a quick nod accompanied by a smile. She smiles back at him before continuing the search for meat.

Gaia suddenly stops, her brows furrowing. Kili rushes to her side. He places his hand on her arm while she keeps her hands on the tree, his eyes scanning for any danger.

“What is wrong?” he asks in a whisper. She looks at him, biting her bottom lip. Kili forces his eyes from her lips to look into her eyes.

“I think it is best to head back. I think Beorn might be back,” she says. Her hand wraps around his and she leads him back to the house in the middle of the open field.

They enter the house and notice a large man, a very hairy one, talking with Gandalf. A part of the company is sitting around the large table in the kitchen while the rest are still sleeping. Gaia notices Thorin sitting against the pillar in the kitchen, staring at his hands.

“Ah, Gaia and Kili. Meet Beorn,” Gandalf says, gesturing to the tall man. Beorn inclines his head, greeting them. Gaia gives a slight bow while Kili mimics Beorn’s movement.

“Where were you?” Gandalf asks while he busies himself with his pipe.

“We were looking for some meat,” Gaia answers. Kili sits down next to Fili and Gaia follows him, sliding in next to him.

“Here is more than enough.” Beorn’s voice is deep, almost a growl. Kili glares at Fili who puts his hands up in defense. Gaia has a tight smile as she bows her head.

The rest of the company has joined them around the table and Beorn hands mugs out to everyone, except Gandalf who is taking a puff from his pipe, and Thorin who is still seated against the pillar.

Beorn fills the mugs with milk as he addresses Thorin, asking him about Azog.

Kili downs the milk next to Gaia and spills some on her pants. She slaps Kili’s arm and he stops drinking to frown at her. She points to the milk on her pants and Kili mumbles an apology, wiping the milk from her pants with his sleeve. She shakes her head with a small smile.

Dwarves.

“The Defiler killed most of my family, but some he enslaved.” Gaia jerks her head to Beorn, the topic of conversation catching her attention. She had heard of the fate of skin-changers, but she had never met one before. This is the first time she has come this close to one.

Beorn warns them about the Orcs that can be found in the mountains. This catches the attention of the whole company, including Kili’s. His mouth stops chewing. Everyone is looking at Beorn, hoping he can be of assistance to them.

“I don’t like dwarves. They’re greedy. And blind. Blind to the lives of those they deem lesser than their own.” Kili slightly turns his head to Gaia, uncertainty clear in his eyes. She places her hand on his leg, giving an encouraging squeeze. It is not entirely untrue. They are greedy. They are blind. But they are loyal once they deem you worthy.

“But Orcs I hate more,” Beorn continues, which eases the tension in the atmosphere. Gaia lets out a relieved huff. This could have gone badly.

Kili visibly relaxes at Beorn’s words and gives Gaia a satisfied grin. He returns his attention to the food in front of him, stuffing his mouth and swatting Fili’s preying hand away from his plate.

“What do you need?” Beorn asks Thorin. Gaia inhales slowly, readying herself for the Mirkwoods that still lie before them. That is still a whole adventure on its own.

Here they go.

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Old Friends

Prompt: Don’t touch me

Character: Thranduil

A/N: In this you are the character Alantra. She is an old friend of Thranduil and his late wife. You also loved him before he was married and left when the queen died.

Alantra stood with the dwarves of Erebor watching the elves fight off the spiders in the great forest of Mirkwood.

She kept her hood up so she didn’t draw attention to herself.

The last thing she needed was for the great Elven king to find out she was helping dwarves.

Her bright blue eyes lit up seeing her best friend’s son swing down from the tree tops.

~

Alantra sighed as the prince of Mirkwood lead them to the halls of the very place she didn’t want to be.

Fili and Kili flanked her as they walked single file into the main gate.

Balin kept his eye on how she reacted to being back.

“The king will want to talk to the leader and the woman”

“Great.” Alantra mumbled under her breath.

~

Alantra watched as Thorin and Thranduil spoke.

“Why do you have a woman traveling with you Thorin Oakenshield.”

“You can ask her yourself.”

Thranduil turned to face her and Alantra gulped.

“Take the dwarf back to the others.”

~

Alantra sighed watching Thranduil pace around her.

“My son said you took out most of the spiders before they got there.”

“Just doing my job.”

“What did they promise you to help them.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

~

While Alantra was dealing with Thranduil, Bilbo got the dwarves out of the dungeon.

Alantra stood watching them float down the river after she opened the gate.

Legolas took her back to the throne room with the orc.

After dealing with the orc, Thranduil looked at her.

“How do you know so much about my kingdom.”

Alantra didn’t answer.

“You are a ranger. Why help them.”

“Are you going to stop anytime soon?”

“Not until I get answers.”

“You want answers fine. I was helping them because I promised to.”

Legolas looked at her in shock.

Thranduil walked over and pulled her hood down and stepped back.

Her long red hair fell down her back as her pale face was reviealed.

“Alantra?”

“Now you know.” she said in a soft voice.

“Why.”

“Because you won’t!”

Thranduil tried to touch her but she backed away from him.

“Don’t touch me!”

Thranduil sighed. “Take her to her room and don’t let her out.”

Alantra glared at him.

“It’s for your own good Alantra.”

“Thorin was right.”

Thranduil looked at her.

“You really don’t care about anyone but yourself anymore.” She said as Legolas lead her away.

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To the Shadows that Cry Witch /// Chapter 14

OK SO APPARENTLY I MISSED POSTING LAST WEEKS CHAPTER??? I mean I was panicking about going on holiday, BUT STILL?? THE FACT THAT I DIDN'T EVEN REALISE. Guys if I don't post feel free to ask me why because 9/10 times it's my dumb adhd ass forgetting cuz she's stressed. But on the bright side - I GOT INTO UNIVERSITY!!! So I'm in a very good mood rn and managed to write this entire chapter in less than an hour. It hasn't been proofread, but I'm gonna have to do that another time. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Magic was real, but it came at a price. So when two girls end up in the one place they never thought they could reach, strange things began to happen. Good or bad? That's up to them to find out.

Tags: Kili x oc/reader - Fili x oc (POV to be written soon) - Thorin's company × ocs/reader (platonic) - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Bagginshield

Word Count: 1732

Warnings: Mentions of Minor and Major Injuries from last chapter.

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Skreigh (Definition): To utter a harsh abrupt scream (Noun / Origin: Gaelic / Sk·r·ay)

Eventually, Kay lifted her head up. Her grey eyes were rimmed by a crimson red as they blinked up as the two of us, and if you looked closely, you could see a tremble in her hands as they came up to wipe at her face.

Bilbo immediately sped into action, marching over to the bed and swiping the second blanket that laid at the end. Shaking it out of its folds, he draped it over Kay’s shoulders, and I handed over her tea, making sure that the shaking in her limbs didn’t spill the hot liquid down her front. Taking a small sip, she let out a shaky sigh.

“Are you okay?”

Bilbo was the first to break the silence with his question, kneeling down in front of my friend, looking at her with both concern and slight fear.

Kay nodded. Bilbo got up, murmuring something about food helping before he left for what was probably the kitchen. I waited a second before speaking.

“That was so scary.” I whispered, too shocked about the ordeal to take note of my volume.

“I’m fine, really.” Kay croaked, taking another sip of tea.

“Kay, I thought you were dying.” I protested, “What happened?”

She opened her mouth, taking a few seconds to get the words out.

“I wanted to tell Bilbo about where we came from, where our home is and–” She welled up, taking deep breaths to calm herself down as I waited patiently in silence. “My head just started to hurt. Like, worse than the concussion, as if someone stuck knives in both sides of my brain and shimmied them around. And then… I tried again to say something out loud and my throat just closed up.”

I shuffled over next to her, and she leant on me, resting her head on my shoulder as she cradled the tea in her hand.

“I guess I also thought I was dying.”

I tensed up at her words, now scared about what would happen to me if I tried to do anything similar, whilst simultaneously being scared for Kay. Though I was brought back out of my thoughts at the sound of her voice again.

“–It was as if something didn’t want me saying anything.”

I felt the hairs on my neck stand up at those words, and I suddenly got the god-awful feeling – you know – the one where you feel like you’re being watched. But I knew that surely, we couldn’t be, since the only door was closed and the curtains drawn. But that attempted reassurance did nothing to stifle the uneasy sensation that grazed itself along the back of my neck and down the sides of my arms.

“Maybe that something doesn’t want people finding out about us?” I suggested to try and reassure Kay, and also distract myself from that weird feeling. “It could be to protect us.”

“Protect us from what?” She whispered nervously.

“Perhaps from those who… want to use our knowledge to cause harm?”

I felt Kay’s head shift on my shoulder slightly, and I could see the way her brows furrowed in confusion.

“What knowledge? Half the stuff we know is too advanced for them. Like, not to brag, but A-Level Sciences are something they’re a long while away from understanding.”

I nodded in agreement, feeling a small smile appear on my face at the thought of being the smarter one for once. Though all those thoughts were washed away as an answer to Kay’s question came to mind.

“Maybe… knowledge of what is to come?”

Kay froze.

“Shit. You’re right.” She hissed.

A beat passed as more thoughts invaded my mind. One stood out, and I quickly shuffled to sit opposite Kay, facing her.

“We need to find out what day it is.” I blurted.

“Day? I heard Bilbo say what day it was earlier, but it was a weird word…” She mentioned, scratching at her head in thought.

“Can you remember what it was?” I asked, the desperation in my voice crawling through.

“I’m pretty sure it began with an M?” She replied.

I immediately racked my brain, sifting through all the obscure Middle Earth facts I had read over the years. I knew that the Shire had its own calendar, including days of the week. They were the same as our days of the week, but some days had a different name. From what I could recall, Sunday and Monday remained the same, and I could easily remember that Tuesday was Trewsday, due to them both sounding so similar, but the rest were still tucked away, hidden in the confines of my mind that only resurfaced once in a blue moon, and believe me, it is as frustrating as it sounds.

“Mer-something?” She added.

“Mersday!” I half yelled. “I think that means Thursday?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” She said confused.

I fiddled with the corner of the blanket that was draped over Kay, then twisted towards the door.

“BILBO?!”

A crash was heard, then the rapid slapping of feet on wood, before Bilbo rounded the corner with frantic eyes.

“Yes?!” he gasped.

“What’s the date?” I asked with a smile.

He paused, a deadpan look on his face as he realised no one was dying again, and he straightened up with a heave, in an attempt to retrieve his breath.

“Date?”

We both nodded with a grin, and with an unamused sigh, he answered.

“It’s Mersday, the twenty-ninth of September, if you must know.” He huffed with a shrug, slapping his hands on his legs. “Any other obscure things you wish to know, after almost dying for no reason?”

The two of us looked at each other, and he rolled his eyes with a groan.

“Yes, what?” He asked sarcastically.

“The year?” I said.

He gave us a strange look, as he has done every time we did something out of the ordinary over the last couple days.

“Twentyyy… nine, thirty nine.” He answered slowly.

“Thirty-nine?” I repeated.

“Y-yes.” He said exasperated.

“Ok,” I said as I did the math in my head, before looking back up at Bilbo. “Thank you.”

He nodded slowly, a little unsure about what just went on in the last few minutes, and began turning back towards the door.

“That’s no problem. I’m gonna… make myself a cup of…” He pointed awkwardly at the doorway, “Chamomile. Yep. Chamo – Goodnight.”

He disappeared promptly, and I twisted back towards Kay.

“So it seems that we’re a little early.” I whispered.

“For the…” She made a walking motion with her fingers.

“Journey, yes.” I nodded. “A whole 20 months before Gandalf shows up, if I’m correct.”

Kay grunted in frustration, most likely at the thought of waiting for an entire year and eight months for Gandalf to commence O.D.R – Operation Dwarf Rave, in other words. Or Bag End’s demise, if you will.

Stifling a yawn, I lifted Kay’s arm up to squint at the time on her Hello Kitty watch she had retrieved from her suitcase earlier, to see it was almost midnight. I got to my feet and shuffled over to the door.

“Right, I’m gonna head to bed and attempt to rid my brain of the image of you dying. And you’re gonna sleep until you’re fully energised after all –” I gestured at her, “–that.”

She nodded in agreement, and flopped onto her bed, wrapping her arms around her teddy.

“And no talking about our world.” I said in a mocking strict voice.

Kay rolled her eyes at me, and I ducked through the doorway as a pillow flew in my direction. I yelled goodnight as I made my way back through the house to my room, extinguishing the low burning candles on my way, allowing the darkness to follow me until I reached the glow of Bilbo’s room, who was already watching the doorway as my footsteps neared.

“Is she alright now?” he asked, a slight undertone of worry in his voice.

I nodded. “Yea she’s gone to bed. Still a little shaky, but she’s managed to calm down.”

“Ok.” He said, reassuring himself with a nod, before looking back up at me. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I smiled as we both bid each other goodnight, and I carried on down the hallway. Ducking under the last archway, I finally made it to my room and closed the door behind me. Taking the last lit candle, I placed it on my bedside as I changed out of my clothes into one of Bilbo’s nightgowns, which acted as more of a shirt for me. Shuffling under the covers, I turned around towards the headboard. Manoeuvring the pillows around, I took some and scrunched them in an out in an attempt to fluff them up. Placing the final one down with a pat, I kept my body facing the head of the bed as a leant over to the candle. Opening my mouth slightly, I prepared to blow out the flame, only to halt in my tracks.

I felt myself freeze in place at the sound of a rustle within the room. Moving only my eyes to the left, I stared in the direction of the noise, which sounded like something heavy being knocked around. It was soon silent again, only the sound of the wind and the faint hoot of a distant owl from outside, along with the roaring of blood from my rapidly beating heart, could be heard.

Slowly but surely, I turned my head, until I was finally able to see the entirety of the dimly lit room. Staring with wide eyes, my sight fell upon the wardrobe in the corner.

Whilst being half the size of my one at home, it was still large enough to hide someone, which was exactly what I was panicking about. As silently as I could, I slipped off the bed, candlestick in hand, along with the small stool from another corner, and I crept towards the tall piece of furniture.

Now, I understand that in horror films, this is exactly how someone gets killed, but I needed my sleep, and I wasn’t going to let some hobbit burglar that wasn’t Bilbo take that away from me.

Pointing the stool legs towards the doors, I placed the candle on the chest of drawers next to the wardrobe, and slowly stretched out my hand.

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Chapter 14

Mistlynn*

After making a few rounds walking through the Hall of Kings, she had managed to escape the festivities and flee to her room. She knew Sindri wasn't pleased with her leaving the festivities early either, or that Dis was probably trying to ascertain her whereabouts as well. Just what she needed; her two closest girlfriends irate with her.

She had never been good at making friends, she had been too caught up in her studies as child. Her mother wanted her well read and fluent in Khuzdul, Westron and Silvian. Her mother had also been one of the few Earth Chanters still left in their kingdom, and she had been adamant that she would pass down this gift that had been bestowed to the women in their family. Her mother had told her that her voice was an exceptional blessing from her ancestors; but after her mother's death her father had forbidden it, another thing he found too painful, too much of a reminder of his beloved late wife. All those years of study and discipline she often thought were for nothing.

By the time she was an adult, her people saw her as the princess, the incarnation of her mother, just like her father. She was granted no other identity. Thus, her drive to become a warrior of her own merit and blood. It was all she had that was of her own. Her drive is what allowed her and Argos to survive in that harsh environment of their youth. It was the very sinew of her and Argos relationship, something they both strove to be the best at.

And now, she found herself in danger of losing herself again, lost amongst layers of fine fabrics and decorum. It made her blood run cold, up to this point in time she hadn't spared one thought about Argos. Amid everything, her new life she had forgotten who she was truly, and why she was still among the living. If it wasn't for Argos, she wouldn't even be here, celebrating her engagement to Thorin, experiencing what it was to find her 'One'.

Argos had been cheated out of that. She found herself wishing Argos could have seen this place, that he could of run away with her instead of assisting her in the Proving; far away from that accursed frost drake that stole his life from him.

She hastily tore the dress from her body, as if it had been the thing suffocating her. She felt the all too familiar clutches of panic closing in around her chest whenever she allowed herself to think of Argos. A feral snarl ripped from her throat as her hands tore at the pins holding up her hair. It cascaded down her back in tangled curls, just as wild as her heart beating in her chest.

In a flurry, she put on her leather leggings, tunic and tightly cinched her corset up. She put up her entangled mess of curls up into a high ponytail then looked up in her vanity mirror to see that the mascara was running down her cheeks. She didn't even realize silent tears had been streaming down her face. She glared at herself in the mirror, wiping her cheeks with sleeve, not caring that it smeared dark under her eyes. In anger she shoved her boots on, ignoring Luna who was whining at her side.

Thorin, Dis, Fili, Kili and the rest of the company had become her family and closest friends. She even had a relationship with Dwalin, and that was not an easy thing to accomplish. So much had changed, so quickly, in such a short amount of time. So, when she saw Fili and Kili that morning bickering amongst themselves, she felt the abrupt stab in her gut. It was the precursor that set her off before their engagement party. She fought with her hands, not her words. Arming herself to the teeth with Fili's extra daggers had giving her a shallow comfort before Dis had unknowingly stripped her bare. All that was left were her ghosts and insecurities. Argo's face flashed in her mind; of the last time she saw him alive. The guilt rose so quickly it was becoming overpowering. How can she move on so freely as if he never existed?

She needed to get these emotions out, it was simmering under her skin like boiling water. Propriety be damned. She would deal with Dis and Thorin's disappointment later.

**Thorin**

In typical dwarven fashion, the celebration was still going strong. He walked through the crowd, his eyes constantly scanning, trying to catch a glimpse of Mistlynn's sparkling peridot eyes or her platinum river of curls. Sindri explained that she had needed to get some air, that she was simply overwhelmed and that she would return promptly. That had been over an hour ago, and now he was fighting to keep his growing concern under a calm mask.

He had Fili, Kili, Nori, Bifur and Dwalin searching for her inconspicuously. He didn't want to encourage any gossip of drama so soon in the engagement of the King and his betrothed. He really detested how his personal life and that of his family was the life blood of all gossip in the dwarven kingdoms.

Bifur came up behind him and gently touched his arm. Thorin spun around quickly to face him. Bifur was skilled at communicating with utmost discretion and was able to inform the concerned king that his fiancé was found in the empty training arena by his nephews and Dwalin, and that they were keeping an eye on her until he was able to get there.

Thorin closed his eyes for a brief moment and let out a long-suffering sigh. "Let Dis know and tell her to tell Dain and Sindri that she has been found. I'll go to her now."

He made a clean exit from the hall and quickened his pace to the training arena. It was alarming how quickly her mood had changed. It was as if a certain panic had set in after her and Dis's exchange only to be fanned by her introduction to Thranduil. He knew she was spirited and accepted that part of her wholeheartedly. But her mood swings were making him anxious; and her reaction to meeting the Elf King was troubling.

He knew she had feared his and his people's reaction about her mixed heritage, but would she know anything about Thranduil and his history with Erebor and his grandfather? Tauriel had taken an immediate liking to her, and not once did it seem they would be prejudiced against her, much like most of Erebor. It had taken a lot of work and pride to be swallowed for them to be on amicable terms and co-exist as neighboring kingdoms. Did she not trust him to keep her safe? His gut twisted at the thought.

He thought they had established a good foundation finally, their start had been rough, but he had thought they were of one mind now. She had not come to him with any concerns as he had asked her to. Sindri had stated that she had been overwhelmed, making the guilt eat further away at him. He had failed her by just assuming all was going well, he should have known better considering all that she was having to learn in such a short time span. He was such fool! His molars ground together in self-loathing as his jaw clenched. He would not be making that mistake again, he would not lose her to his short sightedness.

As he approached the main arena he saw Fili, Kili and Dwalin leaning against the main archway, hiding themselves from the sight of anyone on the grounds. Yells and grunts of anger echoed around him as he approached, his footsteps alerting his kin of his presence. They turned to him, all with concern written on their faces.

"She's been at It for a while already." Fili murmured; his tone laced with worry.

Kili just shook his head. "We didn't want to spook her. Figured you would be the best one to talk to her." He whispered as he looked at his uncle sadly.

"Thank you." He nodded, voice a low grumble as his eyes were transfixed on Mistlynn's lithe figure attacking the practice dummy with a blunted staff. With surprising deftness, she twirled it about her with blinding precision. Blurred circles surrounded her like shields as she weaved the staff in her hands before landing a shattering blow against her cushioned wooden target. A yell filled with rage and exertion escaped through her gritted teeth before she flipped backwards effortlessly, staff still held tightly in her hand before she landed in a precise crouch. Her eyes were closed as she began her complex routine again with the staff.

"I had n idea tha she was more than able of defendin 'erself." Dwalin grunted as he shook his head. "This I wasn' expect'n. I havena seen tha likes of tha afore."

"They didn't have the resources we have for weapons. They saved them for hunting purposes only. They learned hand to hand combat for fighting." Thorin stated, his voice low and distant with distraction as he watched her move about.

"It's incredible. I've never seen a staff used as a weapon like that." Kili was in awe, yet the worry still shown through his eyes.

"Fili, Kili. Return to the party, keep our guests entertained. I appreciate your discretion."

Thorin's voice was deep and firm as he started to shrug off his heavy formal jacket.

"Of course, Irak'nadad." Fili reply was brisk as he inclined his head respectfully. Kili followed suit, albeit more reluctantly than his brother. "Come brother." Fili encouraged, letting Kili see that he was just as concerned as he was, but trusted their Uncle to take of her, as it should rightfully be.

Thorin removed his crown from his head and handed it to Dwalin for safe keeping.

"Make sure no one disturbs us aye?"

Dwalin nodded briskly. "Aye."

Thorin, now only left in his dark blue tunic and embossed black leather vest, stepped up towards the arena edge. He grabbed another staff that was leaning against the wall next to wooden sparring swords and ducked swiftly into the ring.

Mistlynn was so wrapped up in her mediative movements, channeling all her anger, frustrations, and sorrows into a force to be reckoned with. Detecting movement at her peripheral, she launched herself into a defensive strike, only for her staff to be met with firm deflection, the other staff stopping hers unyieldingly. She found herself looking into Thorin's stormy eyes. She blinked, surprise and embarrassment contorting her expression before she stepped back, staff hanging loosely at her side.

"I apologize. I didn't realize it was you." She was breathing heavily, both with exertion and raw emotion.

She found herself trying to get angry at the worry that was shining in his eyes. "What is troubling you M'eudail?" His voice was soothing.

She shook her head. "No Thorin. I don't want to do this right now. I don't want to talk." She seethed, as she clenched her eyes shut, willing the burning tears back down.

He recognized and understood the turmoil that was flowing through her like a torrential tide. He took a deep breath while he rolled his shoulders and neck in preparation. "Very well." Came his reply.

Her bottom lip quivered slightly. She was chasing him away with her childishness, with her incompetence in dealing with this grief she couldn't seem to shake. But she couldn't find the strength within her to fight it back down at that moment. "Thorin, I…"

"Resume your stance." Came a cold command, jarring her in its suddenness. Her eyes flew open, and she looked up. She no longer saw love and tenderness in his eyes. They were now cold and calculating. The mighty Thorin Oakenshield, Battle-scarred Warrior and Conquering King of Erebor stood before her, unforgiving and steadfast in his stance. His big, strong hands held his staff at his side, at the ready. His muscular body was flexed, at the ready for their spar. She was in shock. He was going to spar with her.

"We don't have all night." He growled darkly. "Engage or step down."

She closed her mouth, which had been hanging open slightly in surprise. She nodded stiffly as she took a deep breath and took the proper stance.

They stared each other down for a moment, daring each other silently to take strike first. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped her staff hard. He was unnerving her, as he stood as still as a statue. Her nose flared as she moved quickly in an aggressive offensive attack. He met her blow for blow, his face indifferent as he deflected her strikes with ease. He didn't seem phased as he deflected her attacks, She was used to her sparring partner to be as equal in their fervor as she. It was unnerving how calm he was, his eyes boring into her as if able to see every move she was planning to make before she even made it.

It was quick, his swift change of technique and she found herself on the defensive against his calculated blows. Her bones were being rattled with each blow. She gritted her teeth in stubborn resolution. She pushed back, hard, and lethal. She was using her small, quick frame to her distinct advantage.

She landed a couple blows, but he brushed them off with relative ease. His calm and clear headedness was the advantage he had over her. It was a bitter realization for her as she found herself on her back, wheezing as the air was knocked out of her lungs.

She had attempted a powerful kick along with a swipe of her staff, but instead he anticipated her move, caught her foot with his hand as he swiped her remaining foot out from underneath her to land hard on her back.

She blinked in surprise as she fought to regain her breath. No one had ever managed to catch and deflect that combo. She had always been too fast for them to catch it until they were seeing stars while lying on their backs.

"Again." His deep voice thundered around her. She fought to keep her face from turning red, as rage and embarrassment flooded throughout her. No, she would not let it show, she had to prove her worth to him. Taking a deep breath, she arched her back and braced herself on the staff she still clutched tightly in her hands. She sprung quickly from her hands and back onto her feet in a defensive crouch, the staff spinning deftly in her hand into position behind her, as if winding herself up for her next attack.

His expression remained passive as he slowly circled her, the intensity of his gaze upon her unfaltering. Frustration rippled through her as she launched herself into another offensive attack. Once again, he deflected and evaded her with ease. It surprised her how fast he was, how graceful he moved around her. The ability he had to hone in on her weak spots was infuriating. As the minutes accumulated, she could already feel the dark bruises forming on her torso, legs, and arms in spots she had left open for him to strike.

Her muscles began to burn with exertion, but her emotions were still running raw and hot. She was starting to get frustrated as her attacks became more inept than usual.

She managed to deflect his staff and distract him momentarily; and she seized her chance to try to disarm him. She didn't realize until she found herself spinning through the air that he had once again anticipated her attack and used her momentum against her. She hit the ground hard, and her staff shot out of her outstretched hand, skidding across the dirt away from her. She coughed as dust billowed up around her, filling her mouth, nose, and eyes with the gritty taste of defeat.

"You are allowing your anger to fuel you." His voice was stern and even. He didn't sound like he even broke a sweat sparring with her. She couldn't help but cringe at the disappointment she imagined laced his words. "It makes you predictable, no matter your strength your enemy will see it and take advantage."

Something between a gasp and a cough escaped through her clenched teeth as she rolled onto her stomach slowly, one arm wrapped protectively around her stomach while her other hand dug into the dirt underneath her shoulder and shakily pushed herself up until she was on her knees. She stared at the dirt in front of her as she breathed heavily, the anger that had been running rampant in her veins finally dosed in the bitterness of her loss, both current and past. His boots came into her view, making her shut her eyes tightly. It had been a while since she had been so thoroughly beaten in a spar. She had forgotten the taste of it, sour and bitter on her tongue, making her swallow thickly.

She had hoped that this would have chased away the pain and guilt eating away at her inside, but the hollowness of this failure only added to it. Argos's face flashed in her head, his expression frozen in fear and pain. A sob caught in her throat as she fought desperately to compose herself. She heard him sigh heavily as he kneeled before her. Not unlike that time in the throne room when he forced her to look at him; he lifted her chin with his hand, his fingers lightly caressing her chin and jaw.

"Talk to me." His tone was gentle but left no room for argument. "I can't help you with your battles if you don't let me in."

Mistlynn hated how her laugh came out shaky. "I just panicked. I feel better now."

"Mistlynn." Her name rolled off his lips in an exasperated sigh. "We've just sparred for the better part of an hour. That was anger, not panic."

Mistlynn pushed herself to her feet, ignoring her protesting muscles. "I'm angry with myself Thorin. I destroy everything I come across!" She spat irately, looking everywhere else but at him as he stood up and tried to maintain eye contact with her. "Where should I start? Which failure should I mention first? I need to apologize to Dis for my disrespect.

A slap in the face would have been better than the heinous attitude I gave her! I've embarrassed you and I have shamed Argos memory! I have dishonored his sacrifice. And the one thing I was supposed to be good at, sparring, fighting, combat? You just wiped the ring with my pathetic arse like a damned trainee! Bloody right I am angry! ." She let out a curse as she felt her lower lip tremble with searing emotion threatening to spill from her eyes.

Since when did she become such an unstable child? She couldn't bring herself to look at him, standing all solid and perfect before her. She was such a disappointment to Argos and the strong warrior that stood before her, who was listening patiently to her crazed ramblings. Mahal, he deserved better than her! She put her hands on her hips as she tilted her head up towards the rock cavern ceiling, fighting to get her rampant emotions under control.

She could feel his body heat as he stood before her, unnervingly silent after her little outburst. "Not to mention, I'm confident that Thranduil has knowledge of my family, and where I really come from. And I lied to him, like an imbecile. So that's just the frosting of the big giant shite cake I've baked for myself."

"Is that all?" Came his unimpressed question. She breathed in sharply. For Aule's sake, she couldn't handle his smart ass at this moment.

"I didn't ask you to follow me here." She growled as she started to take a step back, away from him.

"Mahal woman, I didn't mean it like that." He sighed as he grabbed ahold of her arm and pulled her back to him. "Will you quit being so bloody stubborn and look at me?"

She felt his hand cup her face, his touch loving. "I know this is a lot, and that its overwhelming. But the only thing you're losing yourself to is your own thoughts. You are your worst enemy at this very moment." He watched a lone tear escape her eye and trickled down her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb gently. "Dis isn't cross with you. She understands more than you think she does. If you can't confide in me, seek her out. She wants to help you."

Mistlynn let out a defeated huff between her trembling lips. "I know she does. I value her more than what words can express."

"Regarding Argos. I highly doubt you have shamed his memory. You are a force to be reckoned with Kurdunuh. You would have been harder to disarm if it wasn't for your emotions blinding you." His voice was low and soothing as he searched her gaze. His brows furrowed in worry as she gasped, and more tears escaped beneath her eyelashes as she clenched her eyes shut.

"I'm not though Thorin." She gasped as her body began to tremble. "I was his big sister, and I couldn't keep him safe, not when it really mattered. He is dead because of me. And I haven't even thought about him this entire time I've been here in Erebor. Not really. How can I move on, and be happy when he is dead? My baby brother dead because I couldn't keep a cool head when it mattered most?"

She felt Thorin step closer to her and place both his hands upon the sides of her face. "Mistlynn, look at me." It was more a plea than command. She shook her head. "I can't. I can't bear to look into your eyes when I tell you the whole truth. It will break me to see the disappointment in your eyes." Her voice shook as if she had been plunged into a lake of ice.

Thorin pulled her into a tight embrace. "Nothing you can say will change how I feel for you. Nothing." His whispered words spoken so lovingly into her hair finally broke the dam and she gave in to the suppressed grief she had been hiding. Her body shook as she gave in to the violent sobs that wracked her. He held her firmly in his arms, supporting her fully as she clung to him. His heart ached as he felt the grief pour out from deep within her. At a loss, he began to rub her back soothingly, occasionally pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he rocked her gently in his embrace. He lost track of time as he held her close, and her sobs lessened and her trembling subsided.

Little did he know, his steady heartbeat grounded her. She sniffed as she nuzzled further into his neck and breathed him in. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so safe in someone's arms. It was now or never.

"I should have scouted the drake before I led them out on the Proving. I never should have blindly trusted the task to someone else." Her voice was quiet, but the ceased movement of his hands let her know that he had heard her.

She swallowed and pressed on. "But I didn't. I trusted Valinn's scout. I thought it was going to be like every other Proving, hunting and harvesting an adolescent drake that had been previously scouted. Except this time, it was one of the biggest, most ferocious Frost Drake's I had ever come across." She shuddered, and Thorin tightened his arms around her in response.

"It was too late to turn back. We had no choice but to fight, otherwise he would've hunted and killed us all. So, it was Argos and I with a couple other seasoned warriors and five inexperienced warriors in training." Thorin felt his stomach drop and tighten in dread. "We soon realized the ropes attached to our grappling arrows had been severed. All of them. We couldn't tie down its wings, or its legs and tail. Most were killed within minutes from its tail and talons. Soon, it was only Argos and I left. With our useless arrows and swords." Her breath shuddered at the painful memory.

"Frost Drakes don't breathe fire. They breathe out a stream of a cold so harsh it will freeze a living being instantly." He felt more tears soak his tunic. "I tried shooting it in the eyes, attempting to blind him. My foot fell through the ice, it was cracking all around us. Argos pushed me out of the way. I didn't fully understand what h-happened until I turned around and s-saw his f-face." She sobbed. "I could see the fear on his face. He was frozen, and s-so blue. His f-fear was j-just there, f-f-frozen on his face. H-his lips were so b-blue, he w-was j-just f-frozen t-there s-staring at m-me."

He closed his eyes; he could feel her pain radiating from her. He couldn't even begin to imagine seeing a loved one frozen like that with their last expression evident on their face; he couldn't think of anything that could soothe the anguish she was feeling. He continued to hold her, rub her back, and listen. Her body shuddered, and her breathing changed, from anguish to a simmering rage.

"That vile worm shattered him, breaking him as if he was nothing more than some old pottery." She seethed. "So, I screamed, and I sliced his one wing with my swords, and I jumped on his neck, and I started to stab him. I stabbed his eyes, his head, his neck. I just kept stabbing until he wasn't moving anymore." Her shaking stopped and she went still in his arms. "I was the only one left. Everyone else was dead but me. I couldn't face my father, he had already lost my mother when she gave birth to Argos, I couldn't face him and tell him that he had died saving me. I couldn't face Valinn and his arrogance. He would say it should have been me. Not Argos. Me."

He now understood why he had recognized the pain he first saw in her eyes and could relate it to his own pain that he battled daily.

It struck him as odd that so much had gone wrong with a tradition that had lasted generations in a nation of people who were proficient with slaying frost drakes, and her brother Valinn sounded like a real piece of work. But now was not the time to state his concern, she wasn't in the right presence of mind to discuss such matters.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, shifting her so that he could move his hand under her chin and make her look up at him. "It was out of your control Mistlynn. You all fought valiantly, and your brother had the most honorable death a warrior could ever hope for, protecting his loved one until his last breath. He would not want you punishing yourself like this."

Mistlynn bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the retort she wanted to throw back at him. She knew he lost his own brother in battle, and she knew deep down he was right. "How do I stop?" she whispered, not sure if she wanted to hear the answer.

Thorin sighed. "I'm probably not the best to ask since I tend to do the same thing. Some days are better than others. But I can say with absolute certainty that I have bought myself more trouble clinging to the past, holding myself responsible for things I couldn't control. I've had to humble myself on many instances when I was finally able to let go and accept that what's done is done. There is no going back, we can only move forward."

She nodded stiffly. "It scares me how quickly you have come to mean everything to me. You, your family, your friends are my world. I only had that with Argos, my father was so distant and lost in his pain and Valinn always saw me as a threat. What I feel for you terrifies me. I can't even begin to put it into words."

Thorin nodded as he absorbed her words. "I can understand how that can be overwhelming. Its why I tried to keep you at a distance for so long. I saw what losing their One did to my father and Dis, to let you in fully into my heart just to lose you in some way, like I have lost everyone else, except it would be worse. I love you more than life itself, it would destroy me."

Mistlynn looked back up at him in surprise, her eyes shining with tears. She couldn't bring herself to say it back, not yet. "I feel like a petulant child, here I am crying about losing my brother, and you have just laid bare everything to me, unafraid."

"I'm old that's why. And growing softer by the day apparently." He deflected, hiding the hurt of her not returning any declaration of love herself. He knew she wasn't ready, that she was still battling with herself, but it didn't make the sting any less. "I've even grown fond of that fleabag that has taken up residence in my kingdom like some lapdog. Despite her ridiculous shedding."

Mistlynn laughed weakly as she wiped the tears from her face. "You're not old! Stop saying that!" She leaned back against him, relaxing as she felt his chuckle vibrate through his chest.

He leaned his head against hers, kissing her forehead gently. "Please let me know when you are needing to talk, about anything M'eudail. I can't help you if I don't know what's bothering you." He felt her nod into his chest.

"I'm not used to having someone to confide in Thorin. But I will try to."

"That's all I ask." He murmured softly as he stared off into the shadows where he knew Dwalin was keeping watch. He wasn't oblivious to the fact they still had a long way to go in establishing their relationship, and she wasn't going to make it easy.

*Mistlynn*

The next morning, she awoke just as the first tendrils of sunlight gave chase to the night. This was the first official day as Erebor's future queen, and her day was not for the faint of heart. She sighed heavily as she rolled onto her back, staring up at the dark canopy of her bed. She had to face Dis first and foremost, as she was to shadow the princess and learn. She felt as if there was a stone in her stomach. She still had to apologize to her friend for her callous words the night prior.

Thorin had assured her that Dis would be generous with her forgiveness and understanding. He had calmed the raging storm in her soul and chased away most of the cold shadows of doubts that had begun to suffocate her newfound happiness. But it was not lost on her how daunting the path was that now lay before her as his fiancé, as his very proudly proclaimed 'One'. And in order to face the vicious backstabbing noble dams of the court that just found out they no longer had a chance to catch the heart of the King, she needed Dis on her side.

A sharp knock interrupted her dreadful musings, announcing Dis's arrival before the door flew open.

"Rise and shine wildling." Dis sauntered in cheerfully, her hair and makeup already done up with simple elegance.

Mistlynn sighed. "Good morning, Dis. I am sorry I disappeared on you last night."

Dis nodded in acknowledgment before she shooed Luna off the foot of the bed, tutting in mock disgust at the hair the wolf left on the blankets. "One would think that creature would be bald with how much fur I find of hers left about." It was obvious Thorin had already talked to her, as he had promised to do first thing.

Mistlynn giggled as she watched Dis lay the dress across the chest on the foot of her bed instead. She silently chastised herself for being so nervous to apologize to Dis. Here she was trying to get her ready herself when she could have just sent in a handmaiden, but she knew that it made her uncomfortable, so she went out of her way to help her. "Dis. I just want to tell you how sorry I am for my wickedness last night. You have done nothing but help and look out for me, you didn't deserve my appalling attitude. I need to find a better way to cope with my nervousness."

Dis stopped fussing with the dress and looked over at Mistlynn, with a small smile on her face. "I know you didn't mean any disrespect. I'd rather you speak your mind with me than anyone else. I don't want your sharp tongue making your transition here harder than it must be. I just want the utmost happiness for you and my brother."

Mistlynn nodded, tucking in her wild curls behind her dainty ears to the best of her ability. "I know Dis. I don't know what I would do without you."

Dis let out a very unladylike snort. "You would still be dancing around your feelings for my brother, rather ungracefully I might add, if it wasn't for me. Not to mention all the ruckus and mayhem you would cause!"

They both laughed at the accuracy of the statement. "I won't even try to deny it. Poor Balin would have kicked me out already!" Mistlynn giggled as she rolled out of bed to give Dis a hug of gratitude. Dis hugged her back with a warmth only a sister could give.

"We have a long day ahead. And I must show you how us Durin women arm ourselves for the onslaught of the great passive aggression of Erebor's court!"

Later that evening…

“Dis, please! Have mercy!"

"We are almost there for the love of Mahal Mist!"

"Mahal surely must not wish for my feet to fall off."

"You're supposed to be a tough warrior! At the rate you're carrying on I'm inclined to think you were exaggerating your prowess."

"I don't give a wizard's teeth! I'm taking them off!"

“We are almost to the sitting room. Have some self-respect woman!"

"It's an act of disrespect to keep these infernal shoes on after a day of prattling and kissing a..."

"Don't even think of finishing that sentence! Durin's beard! That filthy mouth of yours is going to start a war one of these days!"

"I certainly hope so! I would love to see how those featherbrained twit's fight!"

"With your hot head and quick tongue? How ever shall you lose?"

The royal sitting room door was opened abruptly before Dis could reach for the door handle. Balin was on the other side, his bushy white eyebrows disappearing into his snowy hairline. "Ladies." He greeted, his amused smirk letting them know that he heard everything.

Dis let out a longsuffering sigh as she walked through the door, Mistlynn following with an exaggerated limp in her step. Balin chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he shut the door.

"I thought it was apparent for you to bring her back unharmed?" Thorin chuckled as he stood up from his seat at the table where a bunch of paperwork was laid out.

"She acts like she's the only dam who has to suffer through wearing appropriate court shoes." Dis sniffed in annoyance as she walked up to the couch nearest to the hearth.

"Why any dam in her right mind would choose to wear these infernal torture devices is beyond me." Mistlynn groaned in relief as she kicked off the offending shoes, immensely enjoying the feel of the plush carpet cushioning her sore feet.

"Are any of us truly in our right mind?" Fili was kicked back in his seat at the table. "Who does letter writing and paperwork after supper and still claim to be sane?"

"Pretty sure we were considered mad after we left Ered Luin to claim Erebor back from a bloodthirsty dragon." Kili chuckled as he attempted to fold a birdlike creature from an extra piece of parchment.

"And here we are, the victors without an inkling of sanity left." Thorin smiled as he took Mistlynns hand and raised it to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently as he gave her a playful look.

Mistlynn giggled. "Being sane is frightfully dull, I would rather us all have fun being insane together."

Dis threw her head back and laughed. "There is no shortage of insanity in this family let me assure you!" She sent a pointed look over her shoulder towards her sons who both had mischievous grins on their faces.

Mistlynn settled next to Dis on the couch so that Thorin could return to his paperwork, eager to have a comforting cup of hot tea she had grown addicted to. She accepted the cup Dis prepared her and savored the spice of cinnamon and clove that warmed her inside and out.

"Now is the perfect time for us to work on how to use a fan." Dis smiled teasingly as she looked at Mistlynn over the brim of her teacup. She chuckled at Mistlynns exaggerated eyeroll.

"I will not argue with you on that." Mistlynn sighed. "I just didn't use one so that I wouldn't make an utter fool of myself in front of the GENTLE LADIES."

Dis couldn't help but snort into her teacup at her friends emphasized drawl, which in turn made her brother, sons and Balin look up from their tedious task in surprise.

'You hush." She couldn't help but chuckle as she fought to regain some semblance of seriousness. "Now it's all about the wrist. Just a nice subtle flick of the wrist like so." She demonstrated with a practiced ease; her beautiful Durin's blue silk fan opened gracefully.

Mistlynn gripped her fan tightly in her hand, determined to get his simple action down. She had been jealous of everyone's fans earlier that day, the late summer heat had been a little taxing on her. Her first attempt was jerky and clumsy, making her growl in frustration.

"You're overthinking it my dear." Dis soothed. "Here, just flick your wrist like this. Don't grip it so tightly."

Mistlynn nodded, her lips pressed in determination. "Flick." She muttered to herself encouragingly as she prepared. She loosened her grip and snapped her wrist with a determined force, not realizing that she snapped her wrist with more force than necessary. With her loosened grip, the fan subsequently went flying from her hand and over her shoulder, smacking Fili in the nose before crashing into the inkwell, sending dark tendrils of ink splattering all over Balin and Thorin. The dwarf king blinked in surprise before he looked down, realizing that ink was now running down the edge of the table and pooling into his lap.

A brief stunned silence followed. Mistlynn slowly looked over her shoulder and took in the carnage of her projectile fan. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Fili gripping his nose in shock as Thorin, with his ink splattered face, held his arms up as he pushed away from the table while looking down at his ink-soaked tunic and pants. Kili had been in the middle of taking a drink of his wine and couldn't help but sputter and choke as he fought the urge to laugh.

She gasped as she jumped up and ran around the couch towards them. "Oh, Fili I am so sorry! I didn't mean…I didn't know…Oh no I ruined your parchment!" Her eyes moved from Fili over to Thorin in horror. She rushed to grab a napkin from the tea tray and rushed back to her fiancé.

"I am so sorry Thorin. Here, let me help." She pleaded, embarrassment making her face flush scarlet. She reached towards him with a shaking hand clutching the napkin tightly.

He quickly grabbed her wrist before she could reach his ink-stained legs. "Its best that I do that." His voice was low as he gave her a pointed look. She looked at his quizzically before it dawned on her where she was about to start rubbing the napkin and her blush became a deeper shade of crimson. "I am so sorry I didn't realize…" She trailed off as she looked past Thorin over to Balin, who was attempting to rub the black ink spots that peppered his white beard.

She wanted to melt into the floor. She couldn't believe her fan wreaked such havoc. "I should go now." She mumbled. What an end to an already epically awkward day.

Kili was losing the fight of controlling his laughter. "Oh Mist, you just made my night!" he wheezed. "Only you could make a fan lethal."

"Lethal is right! You gave me a bloody nose!" Fili snickered, his tone nasally and muffled as he held a napkin to his nose.

"It wasn't on purpose! I was just trying to flick it open!" She protested, still visibly upset as she looked at Dis imploringingly, only to find her friend hunched over with her hands covering her face as her shoulders shook with silent laughter.

"This is not funny Dis! This is exactly why I didn't use one during our luncheon today!" Her voice shook frustration as laughter erupted around her. "Oh, why are you all laughing this is so embarrassing! I can't even open a stupid fan!"

Thorin's laughter was deep and rumbling as he attempted to scrub his face clean, having given up cleaning his soaked pants. "I can only imagine the carnage of broken pottery and tea-stained gowns you would have left in your wake." His eyes were twinkling in mirth and fondness as he looked upon her flustered face.

She shot him an exasperated look. "I would rather it be Lady Miriam's beaked snoz and lavender gown accosted by my poor fan wielding skills than your paperwork and pants and Fili's poor face!"

The laughter in the room intensified at her petulant remark.

“Beaked snoz?!" Kili wheezed painfully as tear ran down his cheeks. Balin couldn't help the laugh that erupted from his lips as he turned and walked away, fighting to contain his amusement at the accurate description of that particular Dam they all knew too well.

"My poor face?!" Fili teased as he touched his nose gingerly.

"You know full well what I meant Fili! I am so glad you all are getting so much enjoyment out of my complete failure as a lady." Mistlynn sniffed as she folded her arms across her chest defensively. "I don't find this the least bit funny!"

Thorin was still laughing as he managed to pull her into his arms. He placed a chaste, loving kiss on her pursed lips. "Never change M'eudail. I would despair if you did." He whispered against her lips, in turn making her melt in his arms.

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Cloaked in Green || Pt.2 || Chp. 17: Agony

word count: 1,700+

summary: insecure!Thorin finally talks out his emotions, and Gandalf reassures him. TIME SKIP SPOILER

warning(s): nightmares, insecurities and time skip

a/n: I had an angst moment writing this. I'm not sorry. Also yes...if people like this we'll enough I might just write more chapters. SO please like and repost and tell me in the comments even a thumbs up emotions makes my day :) I'm easy to please my peeps.

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!OC

Links for: series masterlist, chp. 16

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She was the sun, and the moon in one. Glorious and fine with storm clouds in her eyes. The most precious suntanned gem in all of Middle-Earth.

Oh if Fili and Kili could hear him now, Thorin shuddered. The water of the river did nothing but enhance her beauty in Thorin's eyes, as he watched her scrub her cloak in the river.

Standing up to her shins in the waves, the black leather of Aranea's trousers, silhouetted her long legs against the light blueish green of the water. She seemed like an embodiment of Yavanna herself, reaching out of the earth beckoning him closer.

Using a stone to rub at stubborn stains in woolen material, her arms flexed in her cream hued tunic. Thorin thought back to what Oin had said the night before. Arms like that on a woman were rare, and Thorin has a feeling his knows why. It was dangerous, what it could do to a man's nervous system, both by the sight and its strength.

Thorin felt like a teenage boy as he felt himself crumble at the sight of her creased brow. Frustration at the stain evidenced on her clean face. The vision of a slight pout flooded his mind.

His One.

The One for him.

The second half of Mahal’s craving.

His Lady…

He shouldn't be standing here.

Thorin's brain seems to reconnect with the rest of his lovesick body.

It was wrong, he realized. Aranea was a Lady, not a skewer of meat. She didn’t deserve to have a man…a dwarf, peek at her washing her clothes. It was wrong…Very wrong. Shaking his head at himself, Thorin turned to slowly make his way up back through.

"You idiot." He mumbled to himself. "Complete imbecile, you are a king for Mahal’s sake, not some horny bar slug with his-" A blood curdling scream erupted in the valley.

"ARANEA!!"

Thorin was already running back down the hill before the last syllable rang off his lips. Drawing Orcist, Thorin pushed his legs faster and faster as he sprinted as hard as he could. Another scream echoed from the river.

"ARANEA!" he yelled again, still running as fast as he could. The scenery around him was blurring slightly, Thorin kept running…

"ARAnea!" He panted loudly, the yell slurry slightly at the end. Thorin kept running…

Another painful scream sounded up the hill. Thorin's lungs bleed out another yell back. "ARanea!"

Tiny black dots started edging along his vision slightly. "No!" Thorin shouted at himself and his body. "No! No! No! Noo…Aranea!! no…n-"

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“Uncle?! Uncle!?”

Shooting straight up Thorin began looking around frantically till he met Fili’s worried gaze. “Uncle?” Thorin sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Barely an hour into my shift.” Fili spoke quietly, Thorin realized than the his night terror seemed to ecasped the rest of the company, as snores coming from all directions still sounded off in their usual rhythm. Nodding at his nephew, Thorin gestured over at Kili next to him. “Wake your brother and have him help you wake the others. We have a couple of hours till the sun breaks but we need to move before then.”

Moving to get up as gracefully as he can for someone who was beaten to a pulp the night before. The bandage Oin wrapped around his stomach pulling slightly in the movement.

Thorin could feel Fili's worried gaze on his back as Thorin grabbed his sword and made his way into the forest, to relieve nature’s call.

Trying desperately to think about the journey, Thorin mind failed, his thoughts all leading him to the same thought.

Aranea…

The dream last night only shared his fears of losing her. What if Azog decided to go after her? What if the company failed reclaiming Erebor? What if Aranea decided that the quest was already a lost cause?

What if and more what if’s racked through Thorin as he tried to quench his fears. His first solution was to send her away. She can’t break his heart if he broke it first. But how would he? How could he? She has saved them on more than one occasion and the rest of the company adore her. Even Fili and Kili have remarked to Thorin that she has their approval, not that she needed it.

“Our Auntie is so smart” Kili teased from behind Balin as they made their way along the mountain pass leaving Rivendell. “She truly is.” Fili agreed with a wink, causing chuckles from the other company men. "Coming up with this plan to save us, once again-"

“Quiet!” chipped Thorin over his shoulder, the chuckles quickly turned to full on laughs. Grumbling to himself, Thorin just pulled over his hood over his head as the rain began to fall.

Balin had to be right, when he said that Aranea must feel the same pull, the same wave of warmth and butterflies that he felt. She has too, Thorin reasoned with himself, it would be impossible if she didn’t.

But, Thorin sighed heavily as he moved to rest his forehead against a tree, banging it softly. What if Balin was wrong, what if what he feels is just some weird infatuation. What if, by such cruel punishment from Mahal himself, Aranea isn’t able to feel the same connection as him. Human and Dwarf ones are rare, not much is known.

“Mahal help me.” Thorin banged his head again.

“Thorin?” a quiet voice asked from behind the dwarf.

Jerking his head, Thorin looked up to see Gandalf watching him with a curious look. “Everything okay?” the wizard asked.

“What? Oh! Yes yes.” Thorin rambled slightly, shaking his head. Gandalf wasn’t convinced, moving to sit on a fallen log. Raising his long eyebrows, Gandalf looked back at Thorin, as if to say ‘Out with it.’

And so.

Thorin told him everything.

He was weak and he needed to tell someone, how this woman made him feel so uneasy.

Explaining everything to the wizard. From the weird feeling he got in Bag-End to the overwhelming shock of heat that erupted his chest at the Troll-shaws. He had to go into depth about the story behind Dwarven One’s. Gandalf had forgotten about the creation of Dwarves and once Thorin said that he believed that Aranea was his one…the wizard let out a loud laugh.

“What?” Thorin was even more confused. “It’s not funny.”

“Yes.” Gandalf laughed through a deep breath. “It’s not funny, its just…”

“What!?” Thorin barked irritated now

“-all makes sense.” Gandalf brushed off the bite in the dwarf’s tone.

“Why didn’t I realize it myself?” Gandalf mentally slapped himself, rubbing at his face in astonishment. "How could I have forgotten the signs?"

"Well I wouldn't worry." Thorin muttered, turning to bang his head back against the tree. "I'm not even sure, she feels the pull."

“Thorin, I know Aranea feels the connection, that I can tell you with no doubt in my mind.”

“How can you be so sure?” all of the insecure thoughts swarmed Thorin again as he snapped his attention back to the grinning wizard.

“Because she is happy” Gandalf smiled over at Thorin, causing the dwarf to malfunction. "L.D. and her brother have been the walking sadness since their mother passed, though I believe her brother hides it better. L.D. has actually smiled and laughed since she had to reveal her identity to you all. A sight and sound I haven't heard from her in many years."

She was happy?

Thorin was elated by the idea.

The emotion!

That he might have played a part in that smile on her face.

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68 years laters

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“Aranea~” her twin spoke softly quietly beside her, the roaring crowd outside echoing inside the hall.

“Brother, this is your day, do not worry about me.”

“No, this is our day.” he corrected her, sighing as noticed Aranea ignoring him. She reached over to adjust the deep blue velvet of her brother’s cloak. “You do realize that you are now the Queen of Arnor?”

“And do you realize that you are finally living out our family's 3,000 year-old destiny?"

"Aranea." Aragorn groaned as he grabbed her hands from his shoulders, holding then tightly in his. He knew her. He was her twin, of course he knew.

"It's actually Accarissë now...the first" She added the last part as she absently tapped the stone resting in the ceremonial armor plate on Aragorn chest, trying desperately to avoid his gaze.

"Accarissë...means Woman who avenges; it's fitting is it not?" Aragorn grinned at her, trying to ease his sister's mind. The twins barely noticeable height difference making it easier for him to do so. Nodding, Accarissë smiled lamely back.

"We should probably start calling each other by our crowned names, imagine what our courts will say if they hear some of Sindarin names, we've gained over the years." groaning Aragorn rolled his eyes, Accarissë continued reaching up to fix Aragorn's hair.

"We are family, Aranea. I do not care what the courts say. You are my sister and new names will not change our relationship."

"I'm glad." Aranea took a step back to view her brother. "Because frankly, I have no idea what I am doing."

Loud laughs from both of the twins filled the empty white hall, the marble of the floor and walls causing it to echo through the room.

Still laughing, Aranea looked down at the black material of her dress, rubbing her hands over the gold buckles and detailing. Straightening the garment to a more presentable fashion in her head.

"Stop." Aragorn suddenly reached over to grab one of her hands. "You look fine. Great, in fact, so stop worrying about what they'll think."

Through one of the side doors, Gandalf the White walked in followed by the footsteps of the Prince of Ithilien and several members of the white guard. Both siblings shared a look, noting to each other that they will continue their conversation later.

"Aragorn." She sighed as the crease began between her brows. "I am not as young as I used to be. What if I embarrass myself again by believing that I could actually- "

"Gandalf, Lord Faramir." Both of the twins addressed their friends as they approached, speaking and bowing their heads insync, causing Faramir to shake his head lightly and chuckle, "I'll never get used to that." he murmured before he bowed back, addressing them as two. "Your Majesties", before reaching to shake his King-to-be's hand.

Gandalf smiled at the siblings, before taking his cue to stand in front of the wide doors. "Shall we begin." He smiled. "-King Elessar"

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[lassiekitsune]

Fili x Werewolf!Reader «Forest music» part 1

Description: Fili and Y/N are in love with each other but can't admit it. And one day, they get a chance to be alone and talk about their feelings.

Warnings: fluff, Werewolf!Fem!Reader, Kili teases his brother, Fili is a SWEET BOY! 🥰

Author: This is my first story on this blog, I hope you enjoy it! :3 I'm sorry for my grammar mistakes. GIFs are not mine! The idea for this story was taken from my Instagram (I indicate my Instagram account not for the sake of popularity, but so that I will not be accused of plagiarising ideas):

Imagine: Y/N is a werewolf, and he hears beautiful music in the form of a wolf. Together with Kili, she goes to the forest, where they find Fili (she's in love with him) playing the violin: «– Wow! Fili, I didn't know that you can play the violin! Sounds so beautiful...» «– You still know little about me, Ghivashel~ (treasure of all treasure)»

~Let's start~

Thorin Oakenshield's Company continued their way to Erebor. The sun was reaching the middle of the sky, it's meant that soon Thorin would announce a lunch break. Y/N was walking beside Fili, she wasn't part of the Company. Thorin agreed to take her only because Y/N knew the short and safe ways, also she is a werewolf on neutral side (like Beorn) so she could protect herself and the Company

– The sun is getting warmer today, isn't it? – Fili asked. Y/N looked at him with her wolf eyes and weakly waved her tail in agreement. They went on this for about half an hour, until Thorin announce loudly:

– Let's stop here for dinner! Fili, Kili, bring branches for the fire! Bombur, get the cauldrons! Bofur and Ori, go get some water! Y/N and Dwalin, catch some rabbits for dinner! – And the members of the Company went to carry out the orders of Thorin Oakenshield. Y/N and her partner easily handled the hunt. Returning to the camp, where the water had already boiled on the fire, all the dwarves talked to each other. Fili sat on the log watching Y/N having become a human, gives the rabbits to Bombur and sits down to rest

– Hey, brother! Are you alright? – Fili looked up to see his younger brother Kili standing next to him

– I'm fine... – Fili said quietly, it was unusual to see him so... confused?

– Are you sure? Because you only look at Y/N and you don't notice anyone else. You know, if you love Y/N, you should tell her – Kili started teasing him

~Y/N's POV~

I was a little tired from the hot sun and the long way, so I decided to rest under the threes. Although my companions preferred to see my human form rather than a wolf form. But, I adored my beautiful, white she-wolf. At the point, I heard Fili getting mad at his brother

– Oh, shut up Kili! I'm not in love with her!

– Just admit it! – I pretended not to hear them and kind of walked away. But, my curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to eavesdrop on what Thorin's nephews were talking about. I became a wolf form, and hid in the bushes, not far from Fili and Kili

– I can't confess my love to her, I just can't!

– Why? Is it so difficult? – Kili asked. I am confused, for what are they talking about? Does Fili want to confess his love for some she-dwarf? I fell in love with Fili from the first time we met, and now he wants to confess his love to someone else? Well... Maybe it will be better that way. Fili can't fall in love with me, can he?...

– You don't understand, brother! When I look at Y/N, it's like I'm seeing the most precious stone! She's so beautiful, I love her! In the form of a human or in the form of a she-wolf, she's still amazing! – Wait, what?! The girl Fili has crush on, is that me? I never thought Fili would love me back, but now... My thoughts were interrupted by Bofur

– Y/N? What are you doing here? – Kili and Fili turned to us

– Y/N? How long have you been here? – asked Kili. At that moment, a blush began to appear on Fili's cheeks. I turned and ran away, I really needed to be alone and I had to figure out my feelings for Fili. But, because of my throughs, I missed dinner. The rest of the way until the evening was spent in silence (between me and Fili). Although, sometimes I noticed that he looked at me. But, when I did it, he looked away. The evening came, and we stopped near the forest...

~To be continued! 😉~

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[i-am-still-bb]

Day 3: picnic OR mutual pining

Fili/Kili, G Dead Batteries AU - Tumblr / Ao3

Ao3

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Kili wiggled his toes in the cool sand. Earlier the sand had been so hot that they’d had to hop from one foot to the other to stay in one place, but as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon the sand cooled quickly as did the air. Earlier they had been wearing as little clothing as possible—trying to expose as much of their overly warm, sweaty skin to the ocean breeze. Now they wore cotton sweatshirts and sat around a fire savoring the warm glow.

The Durin family vacation. Kili had joined them for almost every one since the summer that he and Fili were 11. They never traveled far. Often it was just to the coast to spend a week on the sand—getting a sunburn in Kili’s case and tanning in Fili’s. But it was more than worth the painful and then itchy peeling skin.

A sunburn that was going to be worse than normal this summer since Kili insisted on applying the sunscreen lotion on his own. When Fili had offered to help, as he had in previous summers, Kili had felt himself flush and insisted that he could do it by himself. He also found himself not looking directly at Fili when Fili came out of the water to fling himself down on the sand beneath the beach umbrella where their towels were spread and where Dis was reading one of a whole stack of paperback novels. Kili felt nervous and flustered when confronted with Fili’s sand encrusted skin and short colorblocked swim trunks that clung to his legs. And his only solution was to not look. And it has worked, so far. He told himself that it was just a weird thing that would go away after a while. He wouldn’t look and it would go away. Maybe he was just jealous of how Fili’s body had changed after a track and field season.

But not looking didn’t always work.

But the sunburn hid the worst of any blush that appeared.

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Fili had noticed.

He had noticed that Kili was keeping more distance between them. But he was not sure why. It couldn’t be…? Of course not. No way.

Fili was stretched out on the sand knowing full well that his hair was going to be stiff with salt and sand in the morning and that he would have to shampoo it twice. His eyes were mostly closed. He had drifted off for a bit lulled by the sound of the waves and exhausted by the sun. Now he was watching Kili in the firelight.

Kili who nervously tucked his hair behind one ear. Kili whose cheeks and nose were already pink even though it was only the first day. Kili who sat with his legs pulled to his chest causing his shorts to ride up high on his thighs.

Kili laughed and looked to Fili then. Thorin had been telling some story—with many corrections thrown in by Dwalin and Balin—but Fili had not been listening.

Fili jumped when his mother grabbed his ankle. “Fili? Why don’t you boys get some sleep?”

“Not tired.” Fili ran his hands through his hair and opened his eyes wide to prove his point.

“If you fall asleep out here we’re just going to leave you,” Thorin threatened. “You’re too big to carry.”

“And then you’ll be covered in sand fleas and no one will let you in their tent,” Dwalin teased.

“Or a crab will come pinch your nose,” Thorin added.

“Or your—”

“Enough you two or I’ll send you off to bed as well,” Dis interrupted, threatening good naturedly. “Go on,” she directed at Fili.

“Fine.” Fili stood stretching his tired muscles and dusting the worst of the sand away. He wasn’t going to admit it, but he was tired. “Kili?”

Kili nodded but ignored Fili’s offered hand.

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The tents were close enough to the campfire that Kili could still hear the adults talking. He turned on a small camp light and started moving things around getting ready for bed. He frowned when he sat down on his sleeping bag. It was right next to Fili’s. Touching Fili’s in fact. Just like last year. And the year before. But he hadn’t been all weird and confused last year.

Kili rolled off his sleeping bag and tugged it away from Fili’s to create a gap. Then he took his backpack, travel pillow and stuff, put it in between their sleeping bags and considered.

“So no cuddling then?”

Kili froze.

Fili was crouched by the open tent door.

Kili swallowed and it felt as loud as a gunshot to his ears.

The silence stretched between them. The sleeping bag rustled underneath Kili, they could still hear the waves, a burst of laughter from the adults, and the far-off sound of someone playing the radio.

Kili opened his mouth, but closed it again. His mind was blank. He couldn’t think of anything to say.

The song on the radio changed.

“It’s just a joke. It’s too hot for anything like that anyway.” Fili’s voice was wooden.

Neither of them spoke again as they finished getting ready for bed and into their sleeping bags.

Kili spent a long time staring at the red nylon ceiling and going in circles about what Fili had said.

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