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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 3 years

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The Road Less Traveled (Fellowship x Pregnant!Reader)

Synopsis: Left by a man who took you out of wedlock, you discover halfway through the Fellowship’s journey that you are, indeed, pregnant. Not wishing for you to face motherhood alone, the Fellowship conspires, regarding whom gets to marry you and help raise your child, leaving you with a tough choice.

This was not at all how you saw your life going—both the man leaving you for another woman, and finding out you were pregnant with his baby on a perilous quest, miles upon miles away from the nearest dwelling.

You had been madly in love with this man, unaware he had eyes for another. Your copulating love was taken out of wedlock, a choice you knew had its risks, but Brander had a charming way about him.

You never would have thought he’d leave you. However, one morning, Brander announced the conclusion of your relationship with another woman on his arm.

Heartbroken and enraged, you threw all his clothes from your shack, and took to a horse. Riding swiftly, you headed to the one place you knew hearts were healed; Rivendell.

Upon your arrival, a council of sorts was taking place. One thing led to another, as per usual in your life, and you found yourself on another journey—this time with a higher purpose, and nine other guys.

Things were difficult, but honestly relieving. The fresh air cleansed your soul, as did the healthy relationships you built up with the nine males—proving to you that they weren’t all bad, right on time before you could curse the entire species of XY chromosomes out forever.

However, this was as far as the fun went.

It started with a tiredness the Fellowship brushed off due to your inexperience, and then the lateness of your period. Next, early dawns were spent throwing up in the woods, with whomever was on night-watch holding your hair back, usually Aragorn, Legolas or Boromir.

You wept slightly when a sparring match with Boromir resulted in a shield hitting your breasts, for they were very tender as of late. The final nail in the coffin was the snubbing of Sam’s usually delicious bacon making you hurl.

Gandalf had taken to speaking with you privately, and asked, in the politest manner possible, if he could assess your womb to find confirmation of another soul.

Legolas approached slowly, crouched down by your side, and spoke responsively in the most apologetic of voices.

“There is no need—I can hear their heartbeat…I am so sorry, Y/n.”

You broke down into tears quickly, and everyone soon knew your predicament that evening. You apologized over and over, and felt utterly mortified. How embarrassing.

They now knew the choice you had made out of wedlock, and were pregnant as a result—something highly frowned upon in human society, and many others in Middle-earth, for that matter. You would no doubt be branded as a “whore” upon your return to society.

You told them all about Brander that night, and opened up to them fully. Jaws were clenched, nervous glances were flashed, and brows were furrowed.

They now had an expectant, first-time mother in their midst, on their way to quite possibly the worst place in the world to take a pregnant woman. Adding onto this, their poor friend, whom they had grown quite close with, was in a horrible situation.

But perhaps it was one they could help with?

Driven by noble blood and true chivalry, the Fellowship started to discuss their options.

“It’s just awful, what that ‘Brander’ fellow has done to her,” said Boromir, discreetly nodding over in your direction.

You were sat with your head in one hand on a log by the fire, face contorted in misery. Your cheeks and eyes, as well as your nose, were all pink, due to a long while of crying.

Sam sat on one side of you, and held your hand. He reassured you with bright words of soothing promises.

“Don’t worry, Miss Y/n! All will work out! You’ll see! You’re bringing a new soul into this world! That’s nothing to be ashamed of!” Sam would say.

Merry, Frodo and Pippin were on your other side, rubbing your back and holding your shoulder.

“He’s right!” they’d agree, nodding profusely. “You’ll see! This is a wonderful thing. You just can’t quite picture it yet, but you will!”

Gimli, Boromir, Aragorn and Legolas were all huddled in close, standing in a circle. They stood a little further off from the fire, but still caught its glow.

Gandalf was sat on a log himself, puffing away on a pipe. The affairs of human society were not his responsibility, but he offered guidance from a distance nonetheless. He already knew all would work out, but was the only one there oldest and wisest enough to realize so.

Legolas’ arms were folded over his chest, as were the three others’ he stood with. “She’ll be shamed wherever she goes, and her child will be considered a bastard. Truly awful…I feel compelled to help. What can we do?”

“Well, to avoid public slander,” Aragorn spoke up knowingly, “she’d have to be married.”

“Very well and all,” Gimli whispered back, “but were you perhaps not present when she said the scoundrel ran off with another filly?”

“He was not whom I was referencing,” Aragorn mentioned. He threw a studious glance in your direction, and spoke again. “She is a fine young lady, with a strong heart and homely nature. She would make a wonderful wife, and I feel it our duty as her friends to make sure she becomes so.”

“You mean for us to marry her?” Legolas asked, incredulously. His head lowered in shock as he spoke, and a brow arched.

The guys, save for Aragorn, who overlooked it all, glanced between each other tensely, unsure if the alarmed glint in their eyes was competition or fear.

Boromir was the first to speak up.

“I will do it, in a heartbeat!” he said. “You are right, Aragorn—she is a wonderful young lady, and deserves to be wed in time for her child. I will care for them both.”

“Well, now hold on a moment,” Legolas snapped, glaring across at Boromir. “Why do you get to marry her? I am much closer in age to her than you are…figuratively speaking, at least. I should be the one to marry her—we get along best.”

“You?” Gimli snorted. “You will outlive her in the blink of an eye.”

“Oh, and you won’t?” Legolas said back. “None of us implied romance anyways, Gimli. I’d merely be a lifelong friend and guardian for her and her child. I’m the most suited out of everyone here to provide for her—”

“Because you’re a prince?” Boromir interjected, narrowing his eyes.

“Not just because of that,” Legolas bit back, squaring up with Boromir slightly. “But what of it regardless? What does it matter how I provide for her? I plan on renouncing my title and making a life of my own anyways. I might not get the chance for a child of my own, and I can help Y/n raise hers.”

“She’s not some puppy, laddie,” Gimli snorted back. “You both want to store her away in a little cottage or unit somewhere drab. I can provide her with culture! Dwarven culture! Her little one deserves to grow up in grand halls and eat ripened meat!”

Aragorn looked between the unfolding drama, and soon raised a hand before you could become even more distressed. Fortunately, you hadn’t heard a thing of their hushed conversation.

“That is enough,” Aragorn said. “I’d offer to marry her myself, but…well, I do believe you three are better suited than me to provide a stable life for her. It is ultimately up to Y/n. All either three of you can do is offer your hand in marriage to her, and see what she says.”

Glares were thrown between the three potential suitors, as each wondered who’d be the first to turn around and run towards you.

As it turns out, all three turned on their heels at the same. They nearly tripped over one another. However, they stopped almost immediately, for someone on the other side already had the same idea.

“It is quite all right, Y/n,” Frodo said, down on one knee before you, and holding your hand. “The Shire will accept you, and I can just say I fell in love on the road and married you immediately. I have a big house now left all to myself, with many rooms. You can have one to yourself, as can your child. Bilbo did the same for me when I was young.”

You were crying again, but this time out of happiness. Your other hand was placed over your chest, as you smiled down at the kind hobbit with a wavering lower lip.

“Oh, Frodo, that is so incredibly kind, I can only say—”

“DON’T SAY ANYTHING!” Legolas shouted, rushing forwards. He nearly shoved Frodo out of the way, and took his place holding your hand swiftly.

“Y/n,” he began, sincerely, “I’ve always felt that you and I have had a…special bond since beginning this journey together. I can provide you with a cottage in the forest, and true protection. I’m an archer and an elf—your child will learn many life skills with me as their parental guardian. And, furthering this, after you’ve moved on from our world, your child will surely be left behind. I can ensure they are well-cared for up until their own departure!”

“Oh, Legolas, I don’t know what to...” you went to say, holding his hand with both of yours. You were truly starting to get overwhelmed with happiness and relief.

“Oh, shove it, pixie!” Gimli shouted from behind Legolas. He, too, stole the snarling elf’s place, chivalrously removing his helmet as he did so. “Lass, I know I may not be your usual type, or blonde, but I am asking for your hand as well. I can offer you so much in Dwarven society. The women are strong, and you will find ranks in them! Your child will be given an equal chance, no matter the gender, to be themselves! Life in the halls is a true marvel—”

“Enough, the both of you!” Boromir shouted next. He tugged Gimli by the beard and threw him away. “Y/n, you and I are both humans. I understand you and our shared culture better than anyone else here! Please, nothing would make me happier than to provide for you as my wife. Not to mention, the child will look most like me, racially-wise.”

The hobbits all looked between each other with shocked smiles, intrigued by the situation, and Gandalf and Aragon merely shook their heads.

Legolas grabbed hold of Boromir’s shoulder and stood him up. “Race has nothing to do with it! If we’re really going to narrow this down to looks, I am the tallest! That is highly desirable in a husband! Y/n and her child will live a wonderfully secure and safe life with me. You need to back off.”

“Why don’t you make me?” Boromir bit back.

Before a fight could break out between the two of them, Gimli hopped into the middle and added his own string of harsh words.

The three suitors of differing races soon began to bicker between themselves, leaving you sat on the log very stunned indeed.

However, after a long while of listening to them argue over who gets to marry you, you put up your hand and silenced them. Although, it took a good few shouts until they shut up completely and curiously blinked down at you.

“Boys. Boys! BOYS!” Once the attention was on you, you spoke again. “I am so incredibly flattered by your equal devotion, it has truly made me feel better about everything, but...do I not get a say in whom I marry out of everyone here?”

Legolas moved his body slightly, so he stood facing you straight. “Well, whom do you choose, my lady?”

Frodo had backed off entirely, but shared a lipped smile with you, ultimately letting you know the offer was still on the table regardless. Boromir, Gimli and Legolas all stared at you optimistically, leaning forwards as they waited for your reply.

Stumped by so many choices, and considering you didn’t even know this would be a part of your life plan up until five hours ago, you went with the smartest choice; waiting.

“These are all very early days…” you began. “I’m very overwhelmed by all the offers, and still getting used to the idea of motherhood, and now marriage—”

You took a calming breath.

“You’re all so sweet, and I truly appreciate your support, but…could I perhaps sit on it for a while, and return with an answer at a later time? This is a very big decision, as you can all imagine.”

They quickly agreed, and nodded their heads vehemently.

“Take all the time you need!” they said reassuringly, in one form or another.

That night, they all waved sweet “goodnights” over their shoulders to you, and even gave up their cloaks and packs to create what they deemed the perfect “mother’s nest” for you to sleep on.

It was all very sweet, and warmed your heart. However, although half the problem was solved, you were presented with another; who on earth were you going to choose to marry and raise your unborn child with?

Actually, the more you thought about it that night, as you fell asleep with nine friends protecting you as you slept in the middle, like a herd of animals keeping their mother-to-be safe, the more you realized you already knew exactly whom you wanted to live with.

#considering I’m turning 20 this year this is my little gift to myself congratulating on avoiding teen pregnancy #I made it lads #it was one of my biggest and most irrational fears as a kid #lotr x reader #lotrdaily #lotr movies #fellowship x reader #lord of the rings #the hobbit #elves #hobbit #legolas #Legolas x reader #Boromir x reader #frodo x reader #Gimli #lotr imagine #turns out teen pregnancy is really easy to avoid

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polymathicdragon · 3 years

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Terms of Endearment

A Bagginshield Fanfic (also available HERE on ao3)

Summary: Khuzdul terms of endearment are pretty common and Bilbo has heard them all, though he's a little wary of using Hobbit terms of endearment as he's not sure how well they will translate. But after so many years of being together he decides he can't help himself anymore...and it turns out to be the best decision.

Rating: General audiences

This story is all because I had a random headcanon based on this tiktok. I posted it into our Bagginshield discord and it ran away from there and I knew I needed to write it!

I wouldn't have been so excited to write this without so many amazing ideas and Hobbit endearments from my friends over on the discord. They include: @the-game-is-up @curiousartemis @lesbiankiliel @imsoconfused16 @mulasawala @mandolinearts

Story below the cut!

Bilbo had settled into his new role as husband and King’s consort well, he had tried hard to make sure that he understood and respected Dwarven culture and customs, while also sprinkling in a bit of Hobbit sensibility where he could. Thorin had always called him sweet terms of endearment in Khuzdul, which he now understood much better having learned the language and its meaning, and Bilbo would smile and reply in kind. It wasn’t that Hobbits didn’t have terms of endearment, but he didn’t think that they’d quite translate well, so he let them slip from his mind. Until one day, he couldn’t help himself.

It was one of those rare occurrences that Thorin and Bilbo actually had a day to themselves, which seemed to be less and less as the years went on and the mountain fared better than it ever had. Bilbo was laying in bed still, covers strewn around him, while Thorin had gone to grab them breakfast. As he returned and handed Bilbo a steaming cup of tea, Bilbo grinned.

“Good morning honeycake,” he said as he took the cup from Thorin’s hands.

At first Thorin just nodded, “You’re wel--” but then blinked, “what did you call me?”

Bilbo just laughed and Thorin cocked his head a bit but just let it go, instead climbing up into bed with his own tea and as they enjoyed a quiet morning together.

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It was a few weeks later and Thorin had been working late at his desk, pouring over paperwork. A pile that no matter how long he sat there, never seemed to diminish. Bilbo walked in quietly, placing his hand on Thorin’s shoulder.

“Hello, my lovely potato.”

Thorin leaned back, smiling up at Bilbo, “Hello, ghivashel.”

“How are things going?” Bilbo asked.

“As well as usual,” Thorin sighed, then he looked up at Bilbo, a small smirk, “Am I a sweet potato?”

Bilbo broke into giggles and Thorin dragged him into his lap, placing lingering kisses all over his face and neck.

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And so it began, Bilbo didn’t want to overdo it so he waited for the right moment, whenever Thorin was distracted doing something else he would break out a Hobbit endearment.

Thorin was sitting in his favorite chair, reading a pile of documents. Bilbo came in from a meeting and walked up to him, reaching out his hand which Thorin took instinctively.

“Hello, my handsome parsnip.”

“Hello,” Thorin said, distracted still as his eyes scanned the document. Until it seemed he had processed what Bilbo actually said. He blinked and shook his head, looking up at Bilbo, “What is a parsnip?”

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Bilbo found Thorin one day in his forge, he had been working on a project for weeks and had come to bed late most nights, smelling of smoke and metal. It was a smell Bilbo had long gotten used to. He stepped carefully into the forge as Thorin pulled a piece of metal out of the fire. Thorin smiled at him, lifting his hammer in a slight wave.

“Hello my darling mushroom king,” Bilbo called, a smile plastered on his face.

Thorin paused, setting down his hammer, a slight frown, “Now that’s just offensive.”

Bilbo laughed as Thorin put down the red hot metal he was working with and pulled off his gloves to come over to Bilbo. Bilbo took his hands, “But you're my mushroom, a rare one at that. And I’m so lucky to have found you.”

Thorin leaned down and kissed Bilbo, pulling him into his arms, “As sweet as that is amrâlimê, I hate mushrooms.” Bilbo laughed into his chest.

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Thorin had been in council meetings for the past two days, they were hosting Men, Elves, and Dwarves of the Iron Hills, hoping to expand trade agreements in the north and also strategize safety and security. Orcs had appeared more frequently recently, coming from the north out of Mount Gundabad. Thorin felt like the headache forming behind his eyeballs would blind him permanently. Bilbo had been in meetings as well, and so they had barely seen each other at all. Finally everyone was free to have an informal lunch together, giving everyone a much needed break. Bilbo swept into the main dining room alongside some Elves and Dwarves. He walked over to Thorin and couldn’t even help the fact that they were surrounded by others.

“How are you my sweet-tasting cantaloupe?” Bilbo said, taking Thorin’s hands.

A few heads nearby turned to look at them, clear confusion on their faces. Thorin’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide, “What?”

Bilbo just smiled. Thorin groaned, a bit mortified, “Why can’t you just call me normal names?” he whispered.

Bilbo frowned, feeling a bit offended, “If more of us valued food and cheer and song, it would be a merrier world.”

Thorin softened then, realizing his error, “Of course, ghivashel. You are right, I’m sorry.”

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Thorin had been away for far longer than he ever wished. He had needed to visit the Dwarven kingdom in the east to rebuild trade agreements and secure allies as rumors had begun that an evil was building in the south. He finally arrived home late, much later than he would’ve liked. There was little fanfare as it was the middle of the night. Thorin departed from his companions, heading straight to his rooms. There was no way that Bilbo would still be awake. As Thorin opened the door to his rooms, he saw that the fire was still going. The door to their bedroom opened and Bilbo’s face lit up, and he quickly strode towards him.

“You’re finally home! My prize-winning tomato!” Bilbo said as he wrapped himself around Thorin. As strange as it was, Thorin’s heart soared at the endearment, pulling him in tight, never wanting to let go. Somehow, he found himself falling more in love with Bilbo every time it happened.

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Bilbo was tucked comfortably under the covers, waiting for Thorin to climb into bed. Bilbo had let his eyes droop a bit, sad that they had just been so busy lately as to barely see each other before exhaustion overtook them both. It seemed they would be this busy forever, and he thought about what it would be like to convince Thorin to retire and they could travel and live in the Shire. It was a pleasant thought.

He heard the door to the bathroom open and he opened his eyes. Thorin’s hair was loose and wet on the ends from where it had dipped into the water of his bath. He was only dressed in loose pants and Bilbo couldn’t help but stare. He’d seen his husband naked hundreds if not thousands of times by now, but it always made his breath catch, and the familiar feeling tingle down his spine. Bilbo was hopeless and grinned like a lovesick fool, which Thorin caught on as he climbed into bed, giving his own winning smile.

“Well hello my sexy roast beef,” Bilbo stated, more sultry than he expected.

A slight blush came to Thorin’s cheeks as he looked at Bilbo for a long moment.

“Can I marry you for a second time?” he said, his own voice deep and husky.

Bilbo nodded but the words he meant to say were lost as Thorin pulled him in close, kissing him soundly.

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Thorin had told Balin he was taking the afternoon off. It had been one of the first nice days after a hard winter and he had hoped to catch Bilbo by surprise and spend a restful and carefree day and evening with his beloved. The possibilities were endless and he knew that this kind of day would be a hobbit dream.

He went first to the kitchens and got a quick dessert that he had pre-planned with Bombur that morning and then went to their rooms. He found Bilbo writing at his desk. Thorin quietly set down the pastries and wrapped his arms around Bilbo from behind.

“Hello my gorgeous steamed cabbage” Thorin said, hoping he had gotten the endearment correct. As far as he could tell after many, many times it was a positive and loving adjective and then a vegetable or fruit of some kind. He wasn’t very well versed in growing anything, but it was the first one that came to mind.

Bilbo stilled in his arms, the pen where it had been moving even as Thorin wrapped his arms around Bilbo had stopped, the ink pooling a bit on the paper.

Then what sounded like a laugh, followed by a cough from the Hobbit in his arms. Bilbo put the pen down and turned slightly in his chair.

Thorin knew immediately by the mirth on Bilbo’s face that it was not correct, “steamed cabbage?” Bilbo said flatly, though amusement played in his eyes.

“Have I offended you, ghivashel?” Thorin pulled his arms away, frowning.

Bilbo started, and then stopped, a few times trying to find the words. “I’m not offended, but it just...your heart was in it…”

“But it doesn’t quite work…” Thorin supplied, disappointed.

Bilbo stood, smiling and took Thorin’s hands, “It was a good effort, but you should stick to Khuzdul, my perfect potato.”

#bagginshield #story #fanfiction #ao3 #hobbits #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #erebor #dwarves #khuzdul #endearments #fluff #food #headcanon

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greennightspider · 4 years

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Teddy Bear (Kili x Reader)

Author’s Note: Just a very fun, light hearted fic! I like writing goofy oneshots full of the unexpected and funny scenarios, so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: You are a stranger, dropped right from your bedroom in the modern world into the middle of Thorin Oakenshield's company. At the behest of some of the more welcoming members like Bofur and Bombur they take you on, and you do your best to prove yourself. Until one habit from your old world comes back to bite you. Or cuddle you, per se.

Rating: Suggestive, but ultimately fluff.

Tagging: @bewareofmyinside

Kili x Female Reader

Two weeks into travelling in Middle Earth and you felt like you were getting the hang of things. It was amazing how the things you thought were necessities in the modern world, turned out to mean so little now. And you were surprised at how little you missed it.

Luckily, before you were thrust into the land of no cellphones, no working plumbing and no UberEats you had actually enjoyed camping rough, tramping, and exploring the outdoors. You were also pleasantly surprised when a lot of the plants you foraged for back home could be found in this wilderness, and so Bombur and the company were very pleased at the new herbs/flavors at mealtimes. You had started to feel like one of the team, and you very much enjoyed their company.

The only thing that was bothering you during your journey was your lack of sleep. It wasn’t due to the cold or the terrain as one would have thought. Yet as the nights went on you found it harder and harder to find rest. You had hoped the different circumstances would have curbed your sleeping routine, but alas no luck.

Even still, there was no way. No. Way. That you were going to admit to a throng of burly men that you still needed a teddy bear to sleep with at night. All of your hard earned respect? Gone. And Thorin had just managed to start looking at you with a normal frown instead of an annoyed frown! No way. It was too embarrassing to ever admit.

So you resigned yourself to your tossings and turnings, never thinking that your lack of cuddles would one day, get the best of you.

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Kili poked at the fire with his sword, the embers sparking into the night sky. He watched them dance, glad for the cool night air. It was only himself, Dwalin and Thorin left awake, Fili already taking an early night. Kili didn't mind the night watch. Dwalin and Thorin had always been late sleepers and early risers. Kili smiled as he listened to another of Dwalin's battle stories, hoping that one day he would be able to have fierce battle stories of his own.

However, in the lull of it all the young dwarf heard the crunch of footsteps behind him. The young prince instantly put his hand on the hilt of is sword as he spun around, but his face softened as he saw it was just you.

"Y/N," Kili chuckled a sigh of relief. "You scared me for a minute."

You stood there silently, looking down swaying from side to side.

"Are you alright there lass?" Dwalin asked, turning his head sideways as you seemed a bit..off.

"...teddy..." You mumbled.

"What was that?" Kili tried to lean forward to make out what you said, but no sooner was he leaning forward than inching away.

Kili squirmed under your intense gaze as you bent down, getting closer and closer even as the young prince neared the edge of the log he sat on. Even Dwalin nudged Thorin who was looking out to the mountain and nodded to your peculiar display.

"Uuum, Y/N?"

The young dwarf prince gulped as he stared into those beautiful hazel eyes of yours, his cheeks starting to become rosy. He couldn’t deny it, having you around was definitely a welcome vision after staring at rugged dwarves for weeks on end, half of which were his family. But the way you were staring at him at this moment, so intensely, he couldn’t tell if his body was responding in fear or attraction.

Suddenly you stopped peering, and your eyes lit up with a dazed smile. "There you are teddy, I missed you."

Before Kili could register what that meant, all of a sudden he felt you hoist him off the ground and into your arms.

"I was looking everywhere for you!" You squeezed him to your unbridled chest and swung him around. Kili could do nothing but turn red as you nuzzled to his bristled cheek, helpless as a ragdoll. His arms pinned to his sides, even squirming didn’t help much as you held him in such a strong bear hug, cooing contentedly. In all honestly he was surprised at your strength, managing to lift him with such ease, although your strength was the least of his worries right now.

As his mouth was inadvertently covered by the sleeve of your coat Kili tried to make panicked eyes at his uncle and Dwalin, hoping for some much needed assistance.

But Dwalin just hollered and burst out laughing at the sight of the young fierce warrior at the mercy of a sleep-walking Y/N. "You go lass!" Dwalin cheered, and Thorin spat out his drink as he watched his nephew get dragged into the night with wild, fearful eyes.

Just as Thorin was about to follow them Dwalin's hand stayed his shoulder. “Leave em be Thorin, I doubt those two younglings will get up to much.” He chuckled.

"Uh- Y/N?" Kili stammered, as he was dropped onto his back on your bedfurs. For all of Kili's confident flirting, Kili had never actually been in a woman’s bed before. Or been taken to bed before. He gulped as you maneuvered around him, still half over his body preventing him from escape.

Did he want to escape though? Never in a million years did he think Y/N would be so bold, but he still was a male. He watched as the moonlight caressed the nape of your neck, as you held him to your clavicle while you prepped his makeshift pillow. Oh, it had been a long time since he had felt such intimate care and affection.

"Its bedtime now Mr Teddy." You murmured, tucking both of you into the bed. The young dwarf couldn’t resist breathing in your musk, drowning in your scent as it lulled him to relax. Kili was helpless to your sleepy smile, and once again let you cuddle him close to your breasts. He blushed as you snuggled your chin to the top of his head, giving him a small kiss that almost made his heart explode.

"Sleep now Mr Teddy." You murmured, and for once this was a prison Kili never wanted to escape.

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As the sun peeked over the mountain tops your eyes filtered open,having had the best sleep in weeks. You stretched your arms outwards, reveling in the dawn before hearing a small cough and looking down, to see a young dwarf looking up at you with big eyes nestled to your chest.

"Uhm, morning Y/N." Kili looked up sheepishly.

The shriek that would have left your mouth would have ended up being the alarm clock that woke the entire company, had Kili not clapped his hand over your mouth instantly. You skirted to the corner of your bedmat, Kili still peeking timidly from the opposite side.

"Um Kili, why are you in my bed?" You tried to keep your voice low and unpanicked. Well, in all honesty Kili himself was not an unwelcome sight, and you had more than once caught yourself gawking at the handsome dwarf, in all his 5ft glory. But the fact that you couldn’t remember how he’d ended up here had you more than alarmed.

"Well, I was hoping to ask you the same thing." Kili replied.

"What do you mean?"

Kili rose on his elbows, careful not to see who else was awake. “You’re the one who dragged me here, calling me ‘teddy’?”

“Oh no.” You covered your face with your hands, mortified.

"Back home I'd always slept with a big teddy bear in my bed, which is like a children’s doll in the shape of a bear.” You tried to mimic the shape with your hands. “I find it really hard to sleep otherwise. But I guess in my sleep I must’ve mistaken you for- oh Kili I’m so sorry I’m so embarrassed."

"No no no its okay." Kili held his hands up. "No harm was done, nothing except having an extra warm bed." He chuckled then winced, instantly regretting his joke in the awkwardness of it all.

“Once again I am so, so sorry.” You held your hands up. “I promise it wont happen again.”

But it did.

The next night you picked him up like a baby, while Bofur and Bilbo who were on night-watch looked on, eyebrows raised to their foreheads, Kili trying not to make eye-contact with either one.

“I’m so sorry Kili I promise I won’t do it again.”

The night after that you still managed to find him while being a sleepwalking zombie, plucking him up in his nightroll, again to Dwalin and Thorin’s amusement.

“Stop trying to run away Mr Teddy.” You mumbled, tossing him over his shoulder.

“Yea laddy, stop trying to fight it.” Dwallin snorted. “The girl’s obviously picked you for a reason.”

“Its because I look like her bear teddy!” Kili tried to argue over your shoulder, obviously not looking in any shape to defend himself.

The next morning as you awoke with Kili in your arms again, you sighed.

“Kili, I’m so sorry about this, I know it must be annoying.”

The young dwarf gazed at your face with wide eyes, trying really hard not to look at the soft breasts he was pressed up against. “Well there are worse ways to sleep.” He grinned.

You laughed and gave him a small knowing nudge, to which he chuckled.

Kili bit his lip and leaned his head back on the pillow. “You know, Y/N, I don’t mind being your *ahem* your ‘teddy’, if it helps you sleep.”

Your eyes widened, a blush start to creep up your cheeks. “I couldn’t ask that of you. I mean, wouldn’t it be a burden?” You shuffled closer to him, your doe eyes already doing a number on his beating heart.

“Well it would save you from having to hunt for me in the middle of the night.” Kili chuckled, shuffling so that he was eye to eye with you and ever that much closer to your lips. “And its my duty to look after the company, and blushing maidens when they need me.”

“Well, as long as its okay with you, its okay with me.” You uttered softly, inching closer to Kili.

The two of you slowly closed the gap, eyes lidded, lips a hair’s breadth apart when suddenly the sound of Dwalin banging Bombur’s pot and spoon jolted you apart.

“Wakey wakey!” Dwalin bellowed, walking around the camp before side-eyeing the two bundles of embarrassment that were Kili and Y/N on the ground, looking like two children at a sleepover.

“Aight ya two lovebirds that’s enough for this morning.” He laughed, leaving Kili sitting up flushed trying not to make eye-contact with anyone especially his brother, until he felt a soft, quick kiss on his cheek, and a whisper in his ear.

“Until tonight, my teddy.”

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BONUS: If Fili had been the Teddy Bear

FILI: *marches right up to you* Y/N, I accept your offer. I have talked about our engagement to Thorin, he's said yes, all things going well in Erebor. Thorin just said no children before we take the mountain. *Fili walks away as if nothing has happened*

YOU: *standing there, dumbfounded, mouth agape* We who the what now

#greennightspider #kili x reader #hobbit fanfiction #kili fanfiction #kili oneshot #yes dwalin is that fun dad uncle #who will both cheer you on and embarrass you

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idjitlili · 4 years

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She’s the man

fili x reader

Also please send in prompts, it would help dearly. You know like lines like "uhh what exactly do they do? kick names , kick ass."

Summary: Gandalf tells you to hide the fact you are women ;to allow you come with the company without Thorin rejecting you because you are woman. I have seen this idea a bunch of imagines so I decided I'll take a kick at it , making it my own. Word count:2464

You had been apart of the company a couple of weeks , nine months now, yet your identity is still hidden. You barely talked to anyone; if you did it was to Gandalf or Bilbo. You knew Bilbo was smart he knew something was up with you, every month there was a couple of days where your face screwed up frowning ,or you clutched you're stomach. Bilbo was no idiot, he took in the small details, not bathing at the same time, always wearing a hat ,scarf and oversized clothing.

He decided to confront Gandalf about it, in which Gandalf brought you over and you told Bilbo your secret , and concluding that he was sworn to secrecy. This caused you to grow close to Bilbo, he would take watch when you bathed so no one saw you , you would ride next to him on the pony, and you would make fun of of the dwarves behind there backs.

The Two princes caught on about your close bond with the hobbit and decided they need to confront you. The two princes stood behind you smirking as you bent down to grab your bedroll packing it up. Oh you just know they stared at your ass , even though you were a 'man'. You had chosen the name Jared , as your male name , you didn't know why , you knew how to read and you weren't a moose. Yeah.

"Mister Jared?" Kili has called out , making you stand up right facing them, towering them slightly , because simply you were a human. You had just finished packing your bedroll ready to be on the road again when they had gained your attention. You had nodded trying not use your horrible excuse of a mans voice.

They had taken in a big breath, before fili spoke "uh.. we were wondering if you and Bilbo were um-""are you fucking master boggins?" You had gasped at their question, and their use of words , "why would you think that?!" You had whispered shouted at the princes , as there flashes flashed red , well mostly fili , kili was smirking. "Well you always take him to keep watch when you bath so..." he had grinned at you, you scoffed.

"Bloody hell, maybe I just don't want prople seeing my body, it's called privacy." You spoke quietly not trying to draw the others attention.

"Why wouldn't you be comfortable?" Kili had continued not convinced really, he was really annoying you now. "Because I don't have the typical male body-""how so, you don't have breasts.” you had gasped "maybe I don't want dwarven princes seeing my cock out , then bloody wanking to my big ass cock." And with that you walked away with your bag hoping on your pony ready to continue your journey, leaving the princes stunned.

Now you were at Rivendell, you were finally able to bathe in peace and walk around in a elven dress and no one would recognise you. You and Bilbo had decided to share a room, he had been writing in a book on the bed as you went to bathe. However once you had gotten out wearing just a robe ; Bilbo was no where to be found. So you had dressed in a mint green dress that Elrond had given you , knowing your secret. You would have worn your own clothes, but Bilbo had taken them to wash them for you , what a nice hobbit he was.

You were very much grateful for the friendship that bloomed between you had Bilbo. You could not deny the attraction you felt towards the golden haired prince, you had no chance he liked women but you had to be a man. You wish he could get to know you , y/n a women , That had been admiring him the whole journey.

So now you were in search of a little hobbit , in a fancy dress which showed more of a bust than you were use to, you know being a 'man' and all you didn't show anything. You spent around an hour searching for him; before you found him at a fountain with your clothes all laid out to dry.

Unknowingly to you two dwarven princes were following you , in awe of your beauty , hiding in bushes and such. "Bilbo!" You had called out , making the hobbit turn and smile at you. "Look at you all dressed up!" He had called, you smiled widely at him before bending over picking him up placing him on your hip like a toddler, as he had just bunched up all the clothes placing them in a bag which you took and placed on your shoulder.

Whilst fili had whispered to his brother , "I know that bottom, kili." Kili had looked at him confused. "I don't know who's it is but I know it." The brothers stayed hid thinking where they could know you from, surely they would remember such a beautiful girl , they had thought.

You had headed back to your room to change , sending Bilbo to dinner to make sure no one went looking for you , he would just tell them 'no he is just getting dressed he had just bathed he will be here soon.' But it was too late Thorin had already sent fili to your room to fetch you. You were half dressed, in your trousers and undershirt which was a thin white vest which showed you definitely had breasts even if they were small or huge, no hat ,hair down.

Knock, Knock, Knock. You had assumed it was Bilbo telling you to hurry up, he always knocked just in case , but he seen you in a vest and pants before so it was fine. "Come on." You had raised your voice so Bilbo could hear. The door creeked open , and the shuffling of feet was heard soon after a gasp. "Um..excuse me but why are you wearing Jareds cloth- wait." You had turned around to see a red faced Fili , you gasped throwing on your shirt.

He thought about it and it all made sense. "You are Jared. " he spoke you nod, "yeah, um but that's not my name, it's Y/n." You spoke looking down at the floor in embarrassment. "Y-your a women..why lie?" He asked still shocked , he knew he liked you since he met you , but it wasn't common , well it was rare for a male to like another male so he pushed it off. "Your uncle wouldn't have let me come, plus if anything it was Gandalf's idea." You sat on the end of the bed , Fili shut the door , and walked to next to you taking a seat.

"Is that why you would only talk to Bilbo rarely anyone else? Because he knew?" He questioned you, you had simply nodded. "So are you going to keep this a secret still? I don't think Uncle will abandon you on the side of the road. The company like you, plus if he tries to kili and I will hide you in our packs. Mahal I will develop ale belly over night just to hide you like that.." You giggled at his words, small blush on your cheeks , he smiles at you.

"I guess ;I must now." And with that he grabbed you hand pulling you up , saying we already late for dinner and there won't be any left if we do not hurry. He lead you down the stairs and to the company who were sat at two tables, they all had looked at you and fili confused. "Who's the lass,Fil." Bofur had shouted with a smirk looking at your interwoven hands,which you tried to drop but Fili kept a hold. "You already know y/n." Gandalf looked mortified , looking towards Thorin , who's lips twitched up for a second.

He wasn't stupid just like Bilbo he had figured out that you were not a man, he didn't push it because you stayed out of his way and in fights you tried your best even though you had barely any experience. You didn't know why Gandalf had requested you on this trip, nor did anyone else apart from Gandalf who forced you on this trip.

The company had sat staring still until Bilbo stood up, throwing his arms up in the arm. "You bloody idiots , it's Jared ," he had shouting , as the dwarves whipped back to you eyeing you up and down. " you have a cock?" Kili had enquired only for Dwalin to slap him in the upside of the head. You pull fili by the hand sitting down on the next empty seat. "Y/n been pretending to be male this whole time, so that you would treat her the same, I did not want you treat her like a burden, when she is not." Gandalf spoke up making the dwarves turn their attention to the wizard , no reaction at first.

Well that was until Fili stood up from beside you with a cup of ale ,"I say we welcome her , as we did before." "Aye to that." And with that they drank.

That started your friendship with the oldest prince ;however it was not like the one you had with Bilbo. When you had all been kidnapped by Goblins he had shield you from the whips , and once you were running to escape he had grabbed your hand pulling you along with him.

Then when the orca had ambushed you he became your shield again , even though you told him not to and tried to push past him but he would not budge. After that the eagles came he had almost suffocated you , to hold you , trying stop you falling off the eagle. Which you would not have.

I am not joking when I say this , when Beorn started chasing you he had thrown you over your shoulder , Turning into sonic to get you to safety. This is exactly what Gandalf meant about being treated like a burden, you didn't know that wasn't why he was doing it.

Anyways you all had been captured by the elves of the Greenwood realm , and you were stripped down to your underclothes not the dwarves, thrown in cells but then Bilbo had broke you all out. Your vest see through from the water , as you out swam the orcs. Legolas the kings son stopped watching you all go. You had turned around in the barrel "get shagged by an octopus, princess!" You shouted towards him, you were pissed off by the fact they had stripped you to such a level. He had looked at you like a little puppy turning his head side to side, you turned away to smirking company.

"She's got a mouth on her lads." Bofur had shouted out smirking, not that you saw kili or some of the other dwarves raising their eyebrows suggestively. He sent them a look that said fuck off. As you reached land stepping out of the barrels soaking wet, hair sticking to you , clothes sagging down due to the water weight.

You had noticed your problem moving your hands ove the fabric of your vest ,which your nipples were visible, crossing your arms. No one had any coats as they were only stripped of them. Fili had walked over to you ready to strip himself of his tunic, you shook your head no. "I'll be fine once it dries, don't worry." You had spoken quietly to the dwarf . Before he could say anything a barge man had appeared firing his bow at the rock kili held in defence.

"Do it again and you're dead." Damn his voice sounded like pure golden domination,and stern. Fili had placed himself in front you, you had groaned at his action, which he ignored.

Soon enough you were all upon his barge,only then did you confront fili,who left his injured brother to follow you around like a lost puppy. He stood close next to you,you could almost feel the heat radiating of him ,oh how you wished for warmth. Goosebumps mapped down your bare arms like snow,even the barge man had looked at you in concern. You glanced at fili's frowning face, "Fili?" he had turned to look at you letting out an quiet 'hmm?' you had broken his thoughts of you,but you didnt know that."why do you seek to protect me ,when I dont need protecting. I thought you knew I didnt want to be treated like a burden." you had whispered not wanting the company hearing your petty moans.

Fili took his gaze off the icy lake ,looking at you like he didnt know what to say,he knew a bit over the top."its not like that,you aren't a burden...its just that..uhm"his flashes lightly with a blush. "fee,please..." your tone sincere and worried as you turned to him gripped his rough hands,you couldnt believe you had touched him you go got move your hands but again he keeps them in his hands. "the reason I'm like that is because you are my one y/n,its my duty to keep you safe,even if it costs my own life." he had looked away in embarrassment back to the cold water ,but you hand moved so you were directly infront of his lips ,pressing yours to his ,delivering a short kiss.

"if you die then I die with you,now keep me warm with those strong arms." and with that a chuckle left his mouth quiety as he cupped your cheeks pressing his lips to yours like you did he gasps in shock after. "god you are freezing,darn lucky im wearing two tunic?"

"you are wearing two? I would have took one earlier ,Ijust didnt want you to be cold. seriously everyone has seen my nipples through my vest." you groaned in annoyance but fili soon shedded one of his tunics putting on you ,you thank him before he wraps his muscular arms around your body,as you both look out to the lake. However the whole company had watched in awe.

You already know you have the princes and Thorin you also know fili gonna get hella jealous when you have to pretend to court bard in about 0.03 seconds.

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a-barefoot-hobbit · 3 years

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My Burlar

It all started with a sneeze.

Achoo!!

But since it was only a single sneeze, most of the Company murmured a low “gazoontite”, and carried on with their trek.

Then the coughing began. The initial throat clearing soon gave way to deep, wet-sounding coughs, and it became painfully clear.

Their burglar was sick.

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“Would you like a bit more tea?” offered Oin, holding out a small tin cup of warm liquid. The sun had only just emerged from behind the clouds; the end of the massive rainstorm that had just passed. And that was directly on the heels of them escaping from the goblin caves.

Bilba thought for a moment, chewing his lip. Then he nodded and took the mug with a low “Thank you,” that was pitched low in hopes that nobody would hear how congested he was.

The tea felt like heaven. Bilbo sipped it slowly, trying to savor each delicious, soothing drop for his scratchy throat. Up to this point, he’d tried to hide every sign of his illness from the rest of the company, not needing to give Thorin another reason to send him back. Though it’s a bit late to be sending me back anywhere, he mused.

He could feel the illness taking a toll on him, making his head spin and his limbs like rubber. Back in the Shire, he’d be taking a week to do nothing but sit in his comfortable armchair by the fire and doze. But he wasn’t in the Shire, and it wasn’t that bad.

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Thorin could tell that something was wrong with their burglar, but he just assumed it was exhaustion and low spirits from the goblin caves. It was nothing to waste time on. Until Oin made his way to the front and mentioned something about a sick hobbit, he’d barely given a second thought to it.

Even then, he dismissed the healer. Everyone had gotten a mild cold at some point on the journey—there was nothing to stop for.

Well, that is until the Hobbit decided to collapse.

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Bilbo could feel himself weakening. Even after the wonderful, incredible tea—he made a mental note to ask Oin for the recipe later—he felt like complete and utter garbage. Each step felt like his feet were encased in bricks, weighing him down and pulling him into the soil. And his head…ow.

Bilbo groaned. He could practically feel his head pulsing with each second, pounding on his skull.

He couldn’t let Thorin down again, he couldn’t give him a reason to send him back. He’d signed onto this quest and he wasn’t about to turn back now. So he kept plodding forward.

It was only when Fili clapped a worried hand on his shoulder that he lost his carefully maintained balance. The sudden added weight was just too much, and his knees buckled, sending him keeling over sideways.

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“Bilbo?!?” Fili called, panicked at the sight of their burglar now sprawled out flat on the ground. “Oh Mahal, I think I broke him.”

Kili smacked his brother and rushed over to help. After a few moments, he called Oin over to look. “I think he’s sick.”

“Sick enough to collapse?” asked Thorin, who had made his way to them.

“Well he’s more sick than I thought he was,” said Oin, checking Bilbo’s pulse and temperature.

“You knew?” Fili and Kili asked in unison.

“Like I said, I thought it was just a mild cold!”

“What if Hobbits get sicker than dwarves?”

“Well how would I know?!”

“He’s a member of the company, you’re supposed to know!”

Thorin took a deep breath. “Enough!!” he bellowed, knowing the conversation was quickly getting out of hand. They immediately quietly and stepped back to give Oin some room. “What’s the matter with my burglar, Oin?”

“He ah…. He seems to have a moderately severe fever. Most likely a bad cold of infection from the goblin caves that went untreated. Add those festering conditions to the fact that we’ve barely had a day without rain since we left and…” he trailed off, gesturing at the poor hobbit, “it’s no surprise he’s taken sick like this.”

“No surprise?!” cried Kili, “well why then didn’t you tell us?”

“If you’ll stop parroting my words,” Oin began, beginning to get irritated. “I can give him a cool wrap on his head for the fever, and then we’ll see if we can’t get some more tea in him.” He looked at Thorin a bit nervously. “We’d have to break for camp a few hours early.”

“Because a member of my company refused to let anyone know he was badly sick.”

“Yes. We really shouldn’t be moving him.”

“Fine.”

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When Bilbo awoke, it was to the bright morning light. Of course, it wasn’t very pleasant to him, and he winced at the stabbing behind his eyelids.

“Laddie? You awake yet?”

The question jarred the poor hobbit fully into wakefulness. “Unfortunately,” He grumbled.

“How do you feel?” asked the dwarf. Bilbo slowly cracked his eyes open to see a large mustache and hat hovering in his field of vision. Bofur always was infuriatingly chipper in the mornings.

“It’s because I’m usually awake,” Bofur chuckled lightly, laughter dancing in his eyes.

More than a bit mortified, Bilbo mumbled, “I said that out loud didn’t I.”

“Yep!” chirped Bofur, who then turned to the side. “I’d say he feels much better than yesterday. Already bringing out the snark too.”

Thorin let out a relieved sigh at those words. Though he didn’t want to admit it, he’d been quite worried when his burglar had collapsed like that. “Alright,” he nodded. Then to Oin, he asked “how much more rest does he need?”

Oin thought for a moment. “I’d just say maybe an hour or two to regain his strength.”

“But wouldn’t it be worse on his health for him to be traveling so soon?”

Bilbo rolled his eyes. “He is right here, and he has a name.”

The two dwarves at least had the sense to look apologetic, though it was clear that they were still worried.

“I’ll be quite alright to start travelling again now,” Bilbo hurried to continue. “I know I made you lose several hours of daylight yesterd—”

“Unacceptable,” Thorin cut him off, his eyes stern and brooking no argument. “You’ll stay here and rest for a few more hours until you regain your strength.”

“But I’m perfectly fine—”

Thorin just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. Bilbo noticed a smirk hovering about the dwarf’s lips and knew there was no way he’d convince Thorin otherwise. But those lips did look…

A sudden blush rose up Bilbo’s neck and he had to deliberately avert his gaze, biting the inside of his cheek.

Thorin’s smirk became a playful smile. “Don’t ever think that I wouldn’t take care of my burglar.”

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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 4 years

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Prize *smut*

Fili x Reader

I'd love to see a smutty Fili/hobbit!reader!

Falling in love was something 100% not on the agenda when you followed your brother Bilbo out on a crazy journey to help some dwarves and a wizard reclaim some mountain hundreds of miles away.

Literally, the only reason you decided to follow along in the first place is because Mr. Gandalf, who you recognized right away during your morning smoke with your brother, said that your extensive knowledge of plants and greenery would serve to be very useful to both the cook and the healer. You didn't know what he meant by that at the time, but you were flattered that he knew of your skills nonetheless.

Anyways, you went on that long ass journey and became really close with the shorter, still taller than you though, blond-nephew of your employer Thorin Oakenshield. He didn't speak to you right away but you caught his gaze more often then he'd like to admit, and so, having grown tired of his stares and lack of action, you walked up to him one evening and began a conversation.

After you approached him that night, you two became easy friends. Though, you're embarrassed to admit, that you actually thought he was Kili and his brother was Fili for the first week.

When you called him Kili while the two of you were riding together and he looked at you absolutely baffled, you were mortified to realize that you had mixed them up and nobody bothered to correct you.

Not even Bilbo! That damn traitor.

He only laughed it off, and occasionally he'll tease you about it when you're speaking. Like when you call his name, the right one, and he'll say, "Don't you mean Kili?", and positively confuse the hell out of you. You didn't fall for it again after the 3rd time, though.

You don't know exactly what point you began to fall in love with him, maybe around the time at Mirkwood when he protected you so valiantly and declared that he wouldn't let those nasty spiders touch you (of course, he couldn't fulfill that declaration, but it's the thought that counts), and how he refused to be separated from you when the elves literally kidnapped you all and you were worried sick about your brother. It's also possible that you could've fallen for him that one cold night when he gave you his blanket and offered up his spot by the fire so you could keep warm.

Okay, exactly what point you fell in love doesn't actually matter.

What really matters is that you fell in love with him, he kissed you, and now he's declared that he loves you too and wants to court you.

That's that.

And then when the journey came to an end and Thorin went nuts over his stone, Fili stated that his uncle won't bother you as long as he's around(luckily Thorin was very fond of your brother, so you didn't need to worry much).

There was a battle over treasure (shocking), the three Durin's almost met their maker, and now you're helping to prepare Bilbo for his journey back. When you told him you wouldn't be going back he wasn't surprised, but he was rather dejected and promised over and over than he'd write you often and come to visit whenever chance allows it.

You stayed by Fili for the majority of his recovery process, and when he finally opened his eyes on that 7th day of unconsciousness (his wounds were the worst by far, so it took longer for him to wake) you were so happy you actually cried.

"F-Fili!" You had whisper yelled at the time, tears streaming down your cheeks as you grabbed onto his hand and leaned over him since you were kneeling on his bed.

When those pretty blue eyes of his opened halfway and he looked at you, a small smile came to his face and he mumbled despite the tender moment, "Don't you mean Kili?"

Any other time you would've smacked his arm, but you just laughed and kissed his forehead tenderly.

He spent another week or so on bedrest, and you were determined to keep him company no matter what.

Another month passes by before he's fully recovered, and as much as he encouraged you to jump his bones and as much as you wanted to, you abstained and insisted he needs more time to recover.

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You were walking around a training grounds area in search of Fili, not really knowing where anything is yet since you spent the majority of your time in Fili's room and the healer's room when you were watching over him.

Not to mention these halls are huge, and you're but a small hobbit girl attempting to find her way around.

The distinct sound of blades clanging together reaches your ears, and while you don't see the people causing the noise, you know exactly who it is.

You turn a corner and see Fili and his brother caught in an intense practice battle, both sweating heavily with trembling arms and twitching muscles. You can tell that they've been at it for a while, and despite your slight displeasure at seeing him working himself so hard, you get it. He was on bed rest for weeks and wasn't permitted to do anything by himself, so now that he's in a better condition he has to spend some of that extra energy.

Also... as embarrassing as it is, he's pretty damn hot like this.

You've always been aware of how wonderful Fili is at fighting, and of just how strong he is, but seeing it in a controlled and safe environment is simply a sight to behold.

Seconds of observing tells you all you need to know about this fight, including who the winner is going to be.

Kili is an excellent fighter, but his skill pales in comparison to his brothers, especially where hand-to-hand and sword combat is concerned. He's spent the majority of his time defending and blocking against Fili's attacks, for the blond dwarf leaves no moment of rest or second to breathe.

When Kili blocks Fili just goes at him with another blow, thus leaving Kili with barely moments to defend himself.

Something about the way Fili looks in this state makes your insides churn and heart flutter, and you feel weak in the knees when you catch a glimpse of his eyes. While his magnificent baby blues may look soft and tender in a normal setting, here you see nothing other than pure confidence and a powerful, burning desire to completely destroy his opponent. Yes, they're brothers, but the power dynamic between the two of them is quite clear.

When he pushes Kili back he doesn't go for him right away as he had before, rather he stalks around his younger brother much like a predator sizing up its prey. It sends positively wonderful tingles down your spine and causes goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

Gosh, the way he looks at this very moment is enough to make you swoon and sigh, but you remain composed and watch the rest of this fight unfold.

"Come on now, Kili, surely you've got more than that." His voice is taunting and smug, and it seems to frustrate Kili.

The jeer from Fili only seems to increase Kili's determination and fuels him to go on the offensive this time. When Kili does manage to get in a good swipe and forces Fili to jump back, his intense gaze turns into something that promises nothing good. He goes at Kili again full force and manages to knock him down, pointing his sword at his throat with a triumphant smirk on his face.

Damn, why can't he put you in your place like that?

You surprise yourself with this line of thinking and attempt to shake it away quickly, continuing to watch them to see how this victory is handled.

Kili drops his sword and puts his hands up in a surrender motion, sighing in frustration. "You win, you win." He grumbles none too happily, getting back to his feet when Fili lowers his sword.

Since they're no longer distracted, you step further into the room and clear your throat.

When Fili sees you, a bright smile spreads across his face, "Y/N! How long have you been there?" He asks in a pleased voice, striding towards you with his arms open to embrace you.

You jump up and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly while he spins the two of you around a couple of times.

When he stops you get a view of Kili, who is cringing over exaggeratedly and acting like he's totally grossed out.

Fili, still holding onto you, turns to say something to Kili before his eyes narrow at said brothers dramatic distaste for your affection, "Do I need to beat you in another challenge?"

The brown-haired brother only rolls his eyes and starts to head towards the exit of the room, "Shut up you foul winner. If this were a bow fight you'd stand no chance." He then leaves before Fili can retort.

Quiet giggles leave you at the theatric exit and slightly clever one-liner that Kili makes, only Fili doesn't seem to find it very funny.

"Are you laughing ?" He asks exasperatedly, putting you back down on your feet with his hands on your shoulders.

You reach up to cover your mouth with your hands to stifle the tittering, but it doesn't prove to work too well because you only burst into another fit of giggles.

The blond dwarf glares down at you, though not too seriously, and drops his hands from your shoulders. "It wasn't even that funny..." He huffs.

Eventually, your laughs quiet down and you look behind him at the discarded weapons they left behind. "Shouldn't you clean that up?"

"Probably." Oh great, one-word answers.

You tap your foot a few times then walk over and begin to pick things up in your small arms, carrying them over to the weapons rack as you return them to their previous places. "You should be more careful, you know. You could reopen that wound on your chest." You scold lightly, straightening an ax that was turned awkwardly.

"I'm fine." His voice comes from directly behind you, and not having heard him walk over to you, you jump and drop one of the daggers resting in your arms.

He grabs it before it can stab your poor hobbity foot and gives you a smug expression much like the one he gave his brother, "See? My reflexes are as sharp as ever, love."

You only huff much like he had earlier and put the last of the weapons up, not replying.

"Do I need to prove it to you?" He asks suddenly.

You look back at him with your eyebrows furrowed, "How would you do that?"

"We can wrestle."

"Wrestling with you is never fair!" You complain, crossing your arms over your chest, "You always win."

It seems your complaints only amuse him, "And why do you think that is?"

"Um, because you're like, one thousand times stronger than I am! I'm just a dainty little hobbit." Yes, wrestling with him just to see that beyond sexy face again would be nice, but you don't much like the thought of being beaten so easily.

"That is most certainly a lie." He retorts, grabbing your arm and squeezing your bicep, "You've got some muscles. Remember that time you knocked me over with just your elbow?" Yeah, he's definitely trying to sweet talk you right now.

"Yes I do remember, it was accidental, and I cracked you in the nose so hard you started to bleed." You still feel guilty when you think about it.

"Come on, it'll be fun." He insists, pulling you up against him by your arm, "I'll even fight with a handicap. I'll keep one hand behind my back."

Well, that does sound a bit more fair.

You pout at him for a few seconds before caving in. "Fineeee," you groan, dragging out the 'e', "But you're still going to win."

You let him drag you over to the area covered in softer ground, groaning and whining the whole way.

Once the two of you are there, he places you in front of him and steps back, opening one arm wide while putting the other behind his back. "Alright, come at me."

Despite his invitation to attack him, you just kinda stand there for a moment and don't move. Your hope is that you can wait him out, but you have no such luck because he just stands there as still as a statue.

You kinda just take a few steps forward and jump into him suddenly, trying to push him off balance by throwing all of your weight into it, but it does little in the take-down department.

He wraps his arm around you and takes a few steps back before using one of his feet to kick one of your legs out from under you.

Lucky for you, you have big hobbit feet so you're able to regain your footing easily and you jump back away from him. "Maybe you should take back a leg too!" You exclaim, not waiting for him to open his mouth to respond before jumping on him again.

You realize that you have to be strategic about this, so when you wait until he's focused on replying to you to attack him, it actually works in your favor.

You wrap your arms tightly around the back of his neck and dig your heels into the ground in an attempt to pull him down. He bends forward slightly and wobbles, but he doesn't fall over like you hoped he would.

Fili grabs for you with his free hand, but you let go and duck under his arm.

Since you're smaller you can move much faster, so while he recovers from throwing his weight into grabbing onto your clothes, you jump up on his back and wrap your arms and legs around him.

This actually serves to work pretty well, because he falls forward and lands face-first on the mats below.

He grunts when he hits the ground, his arms and legs sprawled out in every direction since he didn't have enough time to break his fall before you jumped him.

You settle your self on his lower back and sit on him like that, knees bent and feet pointing the opposite direction of where you face.

"I got you!" You exclaim exultantly, bouncing on his back a few times from excitement.

Of course, your victory is short-lived, because he sits up on his hands and knees very suddenly.

Not having expected this, you lose your balance and fall sideways off of him, landing on the ground with a soft 'oof.'

He sits on his knees and reaches for you with the hand he's allowed to use, but you roll away just in time, so he only catches air.

When you roll off to the side he follows you with his gaze, the playfulness and amusement no longer present as an expression much similar to earlier forms on his face. That same fierce glower that holds no actual malice but still promises problems if you defy him. Only, there's something much more wolfish and ravening than when he was looking at his brother, something that promises a different type of problem if you pull that again.

This time when he lunges at you, you're much too slow in response since you were rather distracted in observing the way he was looking at you, so he hits his mark and grabs onto your wrist and tugs you toward him.

In a test of brute strength or stamina, he would certainly win every time, but you've got a few things in your favor that he doesn't. One being how lithe you are, and another is your excellent acting.

As soon as he tugs you forward you cry out a bit more dramatic than necessary and watch as all signs of competitiveness leave his expression. His grip on you goes lax as concern sparkles in his ever lovely blue eyes, but when you smile mischievously he realizes that he's been duped.

The instant his grip on you relaxes, you wrench your arm away and push him onto his back, landing on top of him with your arms stretched out in front of you, your chest pressed against his, and your knees resting on either side of him.

You sit up quickly and grab his only usable hand with both of yours and pin it to his chest, smiling brightly, "I got you again!"

A spark of annoyance flickers on his face when you speak down to him so smugly behind the false chipper attitude, and where he would usually just let you have this one, he instead bucks his hips upwards suddenly and propels your forward.

You shriek in surprise and jut your elbows out so you don't smash your poor face into the floor, and while his actions didn't completely throw you off, he moved you forward enough that you had to let go of his hand and give him more room to move.

He wraps his now freed hand around your waist and rolls the both of you over, moving his hand so you don't land on it, then placing it on your chest to keep you pinned to the ground.

Your legs kick out as you try to stop him from getting on top of you (it's all over the moment he sits on you), but he just swings his leg over you and straddles your hips instead. There is a very telling hardness pressing down onto you, but you elect to ignore that since you're upset he didn't let you win.

As hard as you try and as much as you squirm around and try to push him off, you know that you can't, so you, ultimately, stop your thrashing and just lay there and look up at him with a pout. "I thought you were gonna let me win..." You whine, pushing on the hand holding you down to signal that you're not planning on moving around anymore.

"Why would I do that?" He asks, letting both of his hands drop (the one behind his back as well) to the mats by your head.

"Because... Because I wanted you to?" You try, though you know that is not a sufficient answer.

He ignores your spotty response and continues to look at you intensely. That fire in his eyes has yet to extinguish, you realize, and when he begins to lean down a bit closer your face flares red.

"Now for my prize." He growls lowly, smashing his lips against yours before you can say something sassy or argue.

You all but melt into him, reaching up to bury your hands in his wild golden mane so you can tug him closer by the roots of his hair.

He wastes no time in claiming your mouth as his own, allowing his hands to wander as they please along the places he can easily reach on your body.

Every pleased whimper and sigh that leaves you is muffled by his harsh all teeth and tongue lip-lock, but you find that you quite like the way he's absolutely kissing the daylights out of you.

His large hands run under your tunic and slide upwards towards your chest. He has no issue in removing your bindings, and as soon as they're out of the way he grabs onto your breasts.

You tug at his hair lightly to indicate that you need to breathe, and he complies right away and moves his head down to mouth along your neck. Shallow but quick pants cause your chest to rise and fall hastily, though your pulse and breathing don't slow at all given his ministrations against your chest and neck.

The gentle sucking and small licks he leaves along your throat turn into harsher nipping, scraping, and biting, but you don't mind that in the slightest and only tilt your head back further to give him better access to you.

His hands leave your breasts suddenly, causing you to whine out of displeasure, but you don't have long to dwell on that disappointment because suddenly a very audible ripping sound registers in your mind.

You don't move at first, looking down at your torn tunic with shock before you yank on his hair sharply in an attempt to get him to look at you and notice that you very much did not appreciate that. Your actions don't quite have the effect that you hoped they would, though, because he just groans in a very pleased way and continues to attack your neck with affection.

"Fili!" You scold loudly, pulling on his hair again to make him look at you.

This time he allows you to pull his head back a bit and looks at you questioningly, "What?" It seems he doesn't quite see the error of his ways.

"Um, you just destroyed my shirt? And in case you've forgotten, we're in the middle of the training rooms and I can't very well walk around without a tunic." You don't sound nearly as annoyed as you hoped you would, but you keep the cross expression on your face.

He rolls his eyes at you and sits up, pulling off his own shirt and placing it on the ground next to your head, "You can have that when I'm done."

Your sour expression doesn't change.

This time he sighs heavily and seems to take you more seriously, "Fine, put it on and I'll take you to my room."

Postponing your activities isn't the most appealing idea, but you much prefer that to the teasing you'll get if anyone walks in on you.

You sit up slowly and pick up his shirt, cringing at the dampness of it before pulling it over your head.

As soon as you've put his shirt on he stands up, leaning down only to grab you by the waist and pick you up. After he picks you up, he haphazardly throws you over his shoulder and places his hand around your waist so you don't fall.

Oh god, you pray that no one stumbles upon the two of you.

You hear him grumbling about 'high-maintenance hobbit women' and 'just wanting to take her right then and there for being so insolent and sneaky'. That last part makes you splutter and smack him on his back lightly.

"I was not being insolent or sneaky!" You protest.

His response is a sharp slap on your bottom, and when you yelp in a high-pitched voice, he laughs at you.

Suffice to say, you don't speak anymore until he arrives at your rooms.

The door opens, and as soon as the two of you are through it he closes it with his foot and rushes you toward the bed, dropping you down on the fluffy mattress without a second thought.

You bounce a few times when he plops you down, but you don't complain this time and just scoot back a bit. "I can't believe you spanked me in the middle of the hallway." You grumble indignantly, glaring up at him.

Instead of seeing amusement or joy on his face, though, you see a dwarf driven by an insatiable, ravenous hunger that can only be doused by you, apparently. He doesn't even answer your silly scolding like he usually does.

A wolfish smirk spreads across his lips as he climbs onto the bed, the mattress dipping down on either side of you beneath his weight as he leans over you.

He doesn't hesitate in ripping his shirt off of you and over your head (yeah, he won't ruin his own shirt, but yours is fine for the destroying apparently!), and your bottoms follow quickly after.

Fili grabs you under your thighs and lifts you up a bit, bringing you to the head of the bed so you can rest back comfortably against the pillows. "You're mine for the rest of the night, love. I hope that doesn't bother you..." He whispers next to your ear, allowing his hands to explore the expanse of your stomach and along your breasts much like earlier.

"Y-You won fair and square." You reply coyly, reaching down to begin tugging at the hem of his tented trousers to pull them down.

Once you've gotten them past his muscled thighs, you lightly grab his impressive length and squeeze gently, watching as his eyes flicker shut briefly and feeling the way he twitches in your hand.

Much to your surprise, though, he grabs your wrist and pins it down to the pillows by your head, kissing your lips again, "Amrâlimê*" He growls out with a bit of strain, it seems he didn't really want to stop you after all, "Just let me work." *my love.

You nod your head once, though you still pout, and just look back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

It seems he takes your expectancy as some sort of challenge, because he releases your hand and rubs his own between your legs to feel you. "Well will you look at that." He whispers smugly, sliding his fingers through your folds easily, "I haven't even done much, amrâlimê...," he pauses as something seems to dawn on him, and when he speaks again, his voice is practically a purr, "Oh, I see what's going on here."

"W-What do you mean?" You ask breathlessly, shivering at the feeling of finally being touched where you want him most.

He continues to tease your sex, never putting enough pressure or touching you exactly where you want, and presses his nose into your hair at the side of your head so his lips hover just above your ear. "I think you know."

Truthfully, you don't know what he's talking about, or at least you think you don't, but you don't show any signs of agreeing or answering him.

"Well, if you really don't know..." He nips at your earlobe lightly, dipping one of his fingers inside of you briefly before pulling it out and continuing to teasingly and too-gently rub you. "Answer me this, my dear hobbit, how long were you watching me fight Kili? How long were you standing there, watching me as I showed him who was in charge?" His words are positively filthy, but for some reason it serves to only excite you further.

"I-I don't know... A little while?" You say it as more of a question, because truthfully, you don't know how long you were there. You were so entranced by him and the powerful, almost feral wildness and love for challenge that you didn't really keep track of time. All you could focus on was his predatory expression and how much you wanted it trained on you.

Oh.

A look of realization spreads across your face, and though he can't see it, the change in your body language tells him all he needs to know.

"You know what I think?" He asks lowly, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his waist as he lines himself up with your awaiting heat.

You shake your head, eyes falling shut and brows furrowing with anticipation.

He pushes into you slowly, he's always careful at this part knowing that you're still just a tiny thing, and buries one of his hands into your curly head of hair, "I think that you stayed to watch for so long because you wanted me to do the same to you." His voice is more breathy from finally being inside of you, but he continues, "I think you wanted me to challenge you to wrestle just so you could lose and have me like this."

He's already begun to set a steady pace, one that isn't particularly fast on the way out, but on the way back in he practically slams into you, causing your body to jolt upwards with each thrust. "Y-You wanted me to lose my head, that's the only reason you cheated and pretended I hurt you, just so that I would slam you onto the ground and have my way with you." His words are just as impactful even though his voice breaks a few times, and as embarrassing as it is, he might just be right.

"I don't know." You reply lamely, scratching at his muscled back at the maddening sensation of his too gentle thrusts.

When you claim not to know, he slows further and lays his forehead against yours.

As much as it pains him to hold back so much, he wants to hear it from you, yourself. "Did it excite you to see me put him in his place, love?" He asks huskily, squeezing your hips pretty harshly, "Did you stand there for so long because the mere thought of having me turn my sights onto you under the small chance that I would grab you and make you mine right then and there, was too much to bear?"

"A-Ah, yes, Fili!" You cry suddenly when his hips snap forward more sharply and his thumb lands on your clit to begin lightly stroking over it, "I wanted you so bad, I-I just didn't realize it!" You admit breathlessly, clawing at his back desperately, "Please, just take me properly, I can't stand the teasing..!" Normally you'd be too proud to plead, but being so close to satisfaction only for it to slip from your grasp each time was beginning to eat at your sanity.

Your honesty is rewarded with a faster pace and more firm circles being rubbed on your twitching clitorus. This new change makes you cry out as you've finally got what you want, so you tighten your leg around him in hopes of pulling him deeper inside of you.

"Say my name again, amrâlimê." He groans as he starts to leave kisses along your jawline and cheeks.

"F-Fili..." You whimper, running one of your hands into his hair.

"Louder." This time he says it as more of a command, snapping his hips up into yours roughly. You respond to his actions right away by crying out his name louder.

The floodgates open, and suddenly his teasing steady pace turns into erratic ruts and juts forward that push you up each time.

The hand he fisted in your hair yanks back, though not too hard, so he can press his face to your neck and leave more evidence of your deeds.

During a particularly hard thrust, he bites you much harder than before, and the mixture of intense pleasure and stinging pain elicits a loud and rather high pitched gasping moan from you, and that sound alone drives him crazy.

He begins saying things in his dwarfish tongue that you can't understand, though from the breathiness of his voice and the timing in which he says things in Khuzdul, you can tell that it's either praises or more indecent phrases.

You entangle one of your hands into his hair and tug at it gently, urging him upwards so he can kiss you again. He readily complies and covers your mouth with his own once more, reaching down to grab your leg still laying on the bed and pulling it up to wrap around his waist much like the other one.

The hair on his chest scratches at your softer skin each time he thrusts into you, and while there's the very real possibility that you could get irritated skin from it, you still find yourself enjoying every sensation he brings you. You can feel each breath and twitch of his muscles as well as each slight squeeze of your thigh and small tug at your hair. Just as you can feel all of him, he can feel all of you. Every hitched breath, gasp, and tremble can be heard and felt clearly, and the way you clench around him and scratch at his firm back sends sharp feelings of pleasure spiking through him.

The cool beads of the braids on his mustache rest against your cheeks and his nose presses into the side of yours as he kisses you, and it provides a nice contrast against your burning skin.

All of the sensations of him and this mind blowing intimacy begin to build up and fuel a greater flame inside of you, and pretty soon you're toes are curling on the sheets and your hands are tugging more and more at his hair. He can tell from this sudden shift that you're nearly there, so, wanting to help you find release, he moves his hand back down and rubs firm circles against your bundle of nerves in time with each erratic plunge into you.

He can feel the beginning of his own end start to approach, so he becomes more determined to have you come so you won't feel dissatisfied in any way.

It seems his ministrations on your sensitive clit are exactly what you need to push you over the edge, because mere seconds later you're crying out and tensing around him as your nails dig into the hard planes of his back.

Fili breathes in sharply and grips your leg with a bruising force, much harsher than he meant to unfortunately, at the newfound tightness squeezing his manhood.

The feeling of your climax brings him to his moments later, and since he doesn't have to worry about you becoming over-sensitive just yet, he allows himself to properly ride the both of you through your orgasms, his mouth leaving yours so you can both breathe properly.

Your legs pull him impossibly closer as he spends himself inside of you and you slowly start to come down from your high. When you start to flinch and move he stops all movement and all but collapses on top of you, his hand leaving your now slightly aching thigh to push some of your hair out of your face.

He peers down at your sated and tired face with pure adoration in his eyes while he strokes his knuckles lightly down your cheek after moving your curly and now damp hair from your eyes. He leaves another, gentler kiss against your lips as he pulls out of you delicately, frowning slightly as you wince when your legs drop back to the bed.

His gaze flickers down and he sees the angry indented finger-marks that he unintentionally left on you, and right away he feels a little guilty, even more so when he gets a view of the indents of his teeth on your shoulder.

You don't notice his regretful expression right away, but when you do see his less than happy countenance you cup one of his cheeks and ask tiredly, "Fili? What's wrong?"

Those pretty baby blues flicker up to your own eyes once more and he mumbles shamefully, "I've hurt you."

Your head shakes and your eyebrows knit together in confusion when he says that he hurt you, because you really have no clue what he's talking about. "What? You hurt me? When?"

"Just now."

He glances back down at your bruised leg again and this time you follow his gaze, and when you see what he's talking about you release a small puff of laughter, "Is that what you're referring to?" You wonder with a smile on your face, running your fingers through his sweaty hair so you can look at his face more clearly.

He nods.

"What happened to all of that talk about my liking your rough treatment, hm?" Your voice takes on a more teasing tone, though there is still a softness to it since you feel bad that he feels bad about 'hurting' you. "Are you no longer confident in your conclusion, my sweet prince?"

His eye twitches in annoyance at the nickname, but he doesn't address it and instead shakes his head, "I know I was right, but that will most definitely be sore later on."

Ever the cocky thing he is.

"And if I say that I like it anyways?"

This time he looks at you more in surprise, and for the first time since this day began, you see a hint of red warming his face, "Did you really?" He asks, rather unsure.

You nod your head, then remove your hands from his hair and wrap them around his middle, closing your eyes as you get more comfortable. "Mmhm... I like everything you do. Now lets go to sleep."

"Alright, alright." He shifts positions so he's no longer crushing you underneath him, then gathers you up in his arms and pulls you more firmly against him, resting his chin atop your head. "I would be careful about the things you tell me you like though, love. Because then I'll be more inclined to do them..." He mumbles, rubbing his strong hand up your back.

You giggle softly and press a small kiss against his neck before pressing your hands to his chest, "Isn't that the whole point?"

"Just remember that you asked for it." He teases, shutting his eyes so he can rest.

"I will."

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The Madness of Two Lovers (Yandere!Bilbo x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Yandere themes, masturbation (minor part in the story), mutual pining, reader is just as obsessed as Bilbo.

Word Count: 1986

“Bilbo!” You cheered, your arm coming up to wave at him as you tended to your garden. The summer sun was beating down your back and getting to see him was like getting a nice cold cup of water. Bilbo hurried past you, not sparing you a single glance as he held his groceries tight to his chest.

Lowering your hand slowly, you felt your smile drop as you brought your attention back to your gardening, trying to avoid the sting in your chest by him ignoring you. You and Bilbo were friends practically since birth, Mrs. Baggins being a friend of your mother since they were young. Despite your bond, Bilbo has grown detached recently, avoiding you at all costs and not even responding when you instigate conversations.

Blinking back the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks, you took off your gardening gloves and looked over the fence, watching him disappear behind the door of his home, flinching at the sound of the slam.

“I don’t get why you still try,” Lobelia scoffed at you, seeing the altercation between you and her cousin.

“I care for him,” You defended yourself as you put your gloves in the gardening tool bin.

“Well he obviously doesn’t care for you, (Y/n). Take my advice already, move on. Bilbo is an odd hobbit who doesn’t deserve you.” Lobelia’s tone softened as she saw the heartache on your face.

“Come to the tavern tonight,” She suggested, taking your hand in hers over the fence lining. “Maybe we can find someone new for you to give your heart to.”

You wanted to yell at her that Bilbo was the only one for you, but the sting in your chest from his actions still were fresh, and you knew finding a distraction would be the best way to make it go away.

“I...I guess you’re right... “ You mumbled, her squeals distant from your ears as you couldn’t help but feel your gaze drawn to his door once again.

Bilbo panted, his heart nearly bursting from his chest as he leaned against the door of his hobbit hole. It took him all the restraint he had from not greeting you, the temptation of feeling your skin against his when you would hug him, the melodic sound of your voice when you would ask how he was doing, it was all too much for him to bear.

“In due time…” He promised himself, pushing off from the door, tossing the grocery sack on the dining table as he descended further into his hobbit hole, to a room that no visitors knew he had. Grabbing the lantern, Bilbo struck a match to light it before entering, a soft smile forming on his face.

Several portraits of you decorated the room as well as random items he’s kept over the years. The ribbon you used to tie your hair with until it ‘mysteriously’ disappeared, one of your gloves, a necklace. Sighing contently, he moved towards his favorite item. A shawl you left in his home a while ago, the best part for Bilbo was that it smelt like you.

Setting the lantern down with a soft thud, Bilbo let himself slide into the armchair he placed very strategically, in a manner that he could always see his collection. Carefully plucking the shawl from the table, he brought it to his nostrils. The sweet smell of you filled him, causing a tug at his heart and something else. He couldn’t help the way his pants tightened in response to the smell of you, everything about you drove him wild. The way your hair frames your face, your laugh, your body, your personality, and oh gods, your smell. Bilbo couldn’t help but smother his face in the material, one hand keeping his face as close to the shawl as possible, and the other sinking into his trousers.

Hissing, he began to pump his length, deeply inhaling your scent as he imagined your hand in place of his own.

Fantasies swirled in his mind, imagery of you beneath him as he thrusted into you filled his vision. As he neared his end, his hand moving ever faster on his length, he imagined your whimpers as you would reach your orgasm as well. The thought of you coming undone below him was the finisher for Bilbo, muffled curses coming out of his mouth as his release coated his hand.

“In due time…” He repeated, speaking into the fabric as he inhaled your scent one last time before leaving the room to clean himself up.

The tavern was wild with activity, hobbits dancing on the table, splashing ale all over the place as they cheered and partied with one another. Blowing a strand of hair out of your face, you tapped your fingers against the ale mug. You weren’t having the best of time, large crowds not being something you particularly enjoyed.

Sighing, you looked around the tavern once more, analyzing faces as new ones began to surface. Lobelia had dragged you here to meet someone new, yet left you the minute you two ordered ales.

“What’s such a beautiful thing such as you doing here all by yourself?” The bar-man questioned, restocking the ale mugs.

“Ah well… Just hoping to meet someone I guess,” You smiled sheepishly, rubbing your thumb on the rim of the mug.

“No one meetin’ your fancy?” He asked, tilting his head and leaning against the counter. He was handsome to say the least. Maybe he could be your distraction.

Looking at him up and down you felt a teasing smirk pull at your lips. “Not until you came along,” You cooed, just wanting to forget the stabbing sensation in your heart when Bilbo left you lonesome.

Little did you know, Bilbo so happened to be invited to the same tavern by Lobelia. She wanted him to hurt as much as he hurt you, and hopefully get over you as well.

Bilbo felt hot rage ripple through his chest as he watched the man stare at your bosom shamelessly. Catching Lobelia’s smirk, Bilbo’s frown deepened as he descended back into the shadows, watching and waiting for the vile man to leave the tavern.

Realizing how shameless this man was, you finished your drink, standing up from the stool. “Not another drink?” He asked, holding up a pitcher you hadn’t seen until now. “No, I believe I better get home soon.”

“I will walk you?”

“No, thank you.” You couldn’t hold back your disdain in your tone as you began to leave the tavern.

“C’mon now, I have been quite nice to you all night long.” He grabbed at your arm, making your heart rate speed up at the potential danger of the situation.

“I said no, now unhand me.” You hissed, tugging his hand off you.

Bilbo watched from the shadows as you began to run home, watching the man tsk and fetch his pipe from his waistcoat.

“No one touches my darling…” Bilbo’s tone was possessive as he crept from the shadows and approached the man. Thankfully the music of the tavern was so loud, no one heard him cry for help, or else Bilbo would definitely have been caught.

The man was gurgling and struggling, trying to fight off the weight of Bilbo’s hands holding his head underwater.

“No one touches my darling, ever.” He gritted his teeth as he felt a smile pull at his lips as the man beneath him started to go limp. Pulling the man from the water as he lay dying, Bilbo grabbed a small vial of brandy and began to pour it around the man’s lips and face before the rest was poured on his tongue.

“If only you just stayed away from her,” Bilbo tsked with a mocking tone before settling his body in the river, propped up by stones so he wouldn’t wash away just yet.

Sighing, you placed your cup of tea down, resting your head in your palm as you watched the rain begin to pitter patter against the windowpane.

“I wonder what Bilbo is doing right now…” You hummed as you began to fantasize on how nice it would be for him to be here, the two of you cuddling beneath the sheets while you two read together.

Your fantasy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Tilting your head in a curious manner, you got out of your arm-chair and headed toward the door, only for the knowing to grow incessant.

“By my garden… Just a moment!” You shouted, lightly jogging to get to the door. Flinging it open you watched as Bilbo stumbled forward slightly, expecting to keep knocking.

“B-Bilbo?” You gasped, not believing your eyes for a moment. “What’re you doing here so late, and in the rain no less?” You pulled on his jacket until he was in your home, shutting the door to keep the icy wind and rain out.

“I had to see you,” His response made your face flush and your heart flutter.

“Whatever for?” You questioned as you disappeared down the hall to grab him a towel.

“I have something to show you,” Bilbo announced as he began to dry himself off.

“What is it?”

“You’ll have to come outside to see, before the rain gets too heavy.”

“Go out there?” You looked out the window to see the rain coming down harder, making streams in the roads and sidewalks.

“I promise, it will be worth it.” He gave you a soft smile, one that only you could cause.

“I... Well alright,” You sighed, never truly able to deny Bilbo.

And so, the two of you began to take off in the night, your cloak almost immediately getting drenched as he pulled you along, his hand warm in yours.

“The river?” You questioned out loud as he began to pull you through the thicket, the moonlight just bright enough for you to see what was in front of you.

“That’s...”

“The man from the tavern,” Bilbo finished your sentence, a grin on his face as you walked closer.

“What happened to him?” Your tone was mortified but, in a sense, you were glad he was dead. He made you beyond uncomfortable and who knows what would’ve happened if he chased after you.

“I showed him what happens when you mess with my darling,” He cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Your darling?” A blush arose on your cheeks as you turned slightly in his arms to look at him.

“Yes, you’re my darling...” He rubbed his nose against yours. “And I will do whatever it takes to keep vermin like him from taking you away from me.” His grip tightened on your waist as he looked to the dead body beginning to float down the river as the water grew higher.

“I-I thought you hated me.” You watched as Bilbo’s expression melted from one of disdain into a soft concerned lover.

“I could never hate you,” Bilbo cupped your cheek. “I was just waiting for the right time to tell you of my feelings.”

“Your feelings?”

Bilbo chuckled at your innocent expression. “My love for you, my darling.”

You felt as if your heart was going to burst as you gazed into his eyes. “You love me so much, that you killed for me?” You tried to wrap your head around the situation at hand, turning to look at the body once more.

Bilbo began to kiss down your neck before rubbing his nose along it’s column, inhaling your sweet scent.

“I would do anything for you.”

“Oh Bilbo…” You turned back around in his arms to press your lips against his, not caring about the rain drenching the two of you.

“I love you,” You declared as you pulled from the kiss, watching his expression move from shock to an untamed happiness.

“I knew you were perfect for me, darling.”

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stupidfatpenguin · 4 years

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Warm-up Prompt - The Hobbit (Bagginshield)

Prompt: Hi! I really love your domestic bagginshield in the shire shorts. I feel like their like a series like they belong in the same universe. Can I prompt you to write mor bagginshield fluff? like go wild, it can be fluffy, can be sexy, whatever you want! Maybe something with Thorin wearing hobbit clothes, or Thorin appreciating Bilbo’s clothes? Or him REALLY appreciating when he takes them off for the day, removes his cravat and jacket and shows a little skin Victorian style! Thank you ily

Thorin and Bilbo reenact their first meeting. NOTE - rated around T/M ish

“Your shirt,” says Thorin, quite out of the blue, and Bilbo looks down his front to see if he’s there is a spot of tea or jam or anything equally embarrassing on it. He is relieved to find nothing and looks up at the dwarf with an eyebrow raised in question.

Thorin sits mute, his still-smoking pipe forgotten in his hand. He looks on for long moments still, seems almost lost to a thought before he lifts his gaze to meet Bilbo’s inquiring face.

“It is familiar to me. Did you not wear this on the evening we met?”

“Oh!” Bilbo glances down in surprise.

It is but a plain cotton nightshirt, and not nearly his finest. It is more beige than white, made of a thin, striped fabric. Its sleeves are much too wide, and its cut far too loose to be of practical use while cooking or gardening—but it is soft and gentle on his skin. It is sewn for comfort rather than for appearing fashionable, and Bilbo would never wear it outside the solitary comforts of his home—much less for hosting any company.

Although, now that he thinks on it, he remembers (with no small amount of embarrassment) that he already has. “You know what, I think you’re right. But it’s not really—it’s my nightshirt. For wearing at night. To bed.”

Thorin looks at him curiously. A teasing smile plays on his mouth. “I’m familiar with the concept of bedwear, Master Baggins.”

Bilbo presses his lips into a tight line not to splutter over his words. “What I mean to say is that it’s not really proper hosting company whilst wearing one’s nightclothes. Although in my defence my company was entirely unexpected, see. In fact, there were already twelve dwarves and a wizard in my house by the time I had a moment to put my trousers on!”

“There is nothing to worry about. I’m certain none of your guests were well-versed in hobbit propriety,” Thorin reassures, letting the mouthpiece of his forgotten (now-extinguished) pipe rest on his lip. “Besides, it is not… unbecoming on you.”

Bilbo frowns, trying to puzzle out exactly what he means by that. “No no no, yousaid that I looked like a grocer.”

Now it’s Thorin’s turn to frown. “I did not.”

“Oh, come on! As if you don’t remember,” Bilbo scoffs, but the look Thorin gives him tells him he really does not—or cares not admit it. He sighs through his nose. “Look, it was a very mortifying evening for me, and I remember it quite clearly! The moment I opened the door you strode in all smug and arrogant and began questioning me about swords and axes and whatnot, and—no, wait no.Gandalf opened the door for you, didn’t he?”

“I believe he did,” Thorin agrees, nodding faintly as if recalling a memory. “You made a fuss about the mark on the door.”

“Well it had been painted only the week before!”

Thorin does not share his recalled distress but gives a nod of acknowledgement. “It’s due another stroke tomorrow morning, I think. If the weather keeps.”

Bilbo must fight the sweet flutter in his heart at this casual remark. These are the little things that, before Thorin, he had to keep track of all by himself. Still, he refuses to let himself be cajoled to complacency by the dwarf’s charming thoughtfulness concerning the upkeep of Bag End. He huffs and tries to recall his crossness. “Yes, thank you. It is about due. But as I recall, it was only just after Gandalf had introduced us that you began questioning and berating me rather rudely. In fact, I’m quite certain you had decided to dislike me from the very moment you walked through my door!”

Thorin glares at something on the floor with evident distaste, as if whatever memories plague him then displeases him to think of. “You might be right on that account, and I admit my failings there. It was not fair to you. But truly, was I so very harsh on you that night?”

There’s a moment of contemplation between them filled only by the cackling of the fire and the faint music of the Shire in the evening through the window.

“Come on, then,” says Bilbo finally and drags the dwarf out of his chair and to the front door.

“What are we doing?” asks Thorin with some mild amusement. He takes a moment to put down his extinguished pipe on the mantle over the hearth as he follows the hobbit out of the parlour. He lets Bilbo arrange him to stand with his back to the closed door, facing the many rooms and hallways of the smial.

“Let me see… you came in through here, and Gandalf was… he opened the door from this side, and I was…” Bilbo wanders around the entrance hall for a moment, then places himself just beyond the doorway to the parlour. “…here! Right, so after you knocked, we all came out to the hall and Gandalf opened the door.”

“Are we re-enacting our meeting, Master Baggins?”

“We’re making sure you remember it!” replies Bilbo, paying no mind to the teasing lilt and use of titles Thorin takes to whenever he wishes to get a rise out of him. “Now, the door opens, and you come inside. You say something about the way being hard to find, and… and then you make a comment on the mark on the door.”

Thorin raises an eyebrow at the directions, but walks forward, nonetheless.

“No, no—you were more, hm. It was more of a saunter. Tall shoulders, more confident.”

“Saunter,” Thorin mimics, humoured by the hobbits wavering gestures as he attempts to direct his own memory of the evening.

Bilbo sighs his annoyance at his tone. “Just, alright. Try it one more time.”

Thorin does, slower this time. He raises his chin as he takes the first steps, but he does not quite manage to quell his amused smile as he listens to Bilbo’s soft narration of the events. He is starting to find this little play of theirs rather entertaining, and so he plays along to his hobbit’s little whims.

He walks through this door and these halls so regularly that it’s hard to recall just what he had thought and felt that very first time. But then, just for a short moment, he can almost envision it: how the warmth of Bag End had washed over him, chasing away the chill of the evening and long weeks on the road with its inviting light and sense of comfort. He remembers looking in, wondering on the inconspicuous yet plentiful circumstances of Gandalf’s proposed fourteenth. For a moment, he can almost remember unclasping his travelling-cloak, taking account of all the dwarves gathered in the doorways, meeting his nephews’ smiling faces for the first time in weeks and turning as Gandalf introduces him to the small, unremarkable creature that is to be their burglar.

“That was perfect,” says Bilbo. “Just as I remember it. And then Gandalf introduced us, and that was when you said—”

“So. This is the hobbit.”

The words return to him with an ease he had not thought possible, and as he looks at Bilbo then, to his perturbed expression and tussled bronze hair, the bracers tight on his shoulders of that same, loosened shirt, he almost forgets that they are not surrounded by twelve other dwarves and a wizard observing their first meeting.

Bilbo looks at him, the confusion morphing into amazement after that short, fleeting moment. “Yes! That was exactly right.”

“Wait.” Thorin halts him before he can launch into another bout of new directions. Bilbo looks down with a scrunched nose, almost leaning back as Thorin lifts his hands to his nightshirt to undo the topmost button.

“What are you—” he begins, a note of anticipation to his heightened voice, but Thorin pulls back once this is done.

“There,” says the dwarf. “You wore your shirt like so.”

Bilbo looks at him, blinking his eyes for a long quiet moment. “I… yes, perhaps you’re right. I had thought to change out of it, but—there was that sound down the hallway, so I only grabbed my trousers. I must have left it unbuttoned.”

Thorin gives him an amused grin as he recounts these details, as if he has to explain himself for a misconduct of sorts. He halts him as he goes to redo the buttons, however.

“Keep it so,” he insists. “It enhances my recollection.”

Bilbo bites his lip briefly, considering this. “Right. Fair enough.”

He clears his throat after another moment of feeling for the mutual anticipation budding between them, and promptly returns to his narration of the memory they are recreating.

“Right. So just after you said that, you began—”

“I remember well enough,” says Thorin, and begins to circle the hobbit who only nods minutely, trying to fall back into his own character. “Tell me Mister Baggins, have you done much fighting?”

“Pardon me?” replies Bilbo with but a moment’s hesitation, feeling a heady rush of excitement as Thorin walks about him, eyes never once leaving his form.

“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?”

“Well, I have some skill at conkers, if you must know. But I fail to see… why that’s relevant.”

“Though as much,” Thorin concurs. “And what of your other skills?”

Bilbo blinks. “Thorin, that’s not—”

“I hear you are quick to think on your feet,” Thorin continues over him, undeterred as he leans further into his space. “That you move quietly and unseen. Light on your soles. Brave. Unexpected for one of your size.” He brushes his thumb over the topmost, free button that rests over a tantalizingly bare collarbone. “Good manners. Well-spoken. I’m particularly intrigued by your talents in the diplomatic arts… I’ve been told on good authority that you have a very clever little mouth.”

“Thorin.” Bilbo’s face has gone many shades darker, with embarrassment, yes, but also want. Yet, he keeps his gaze steady as he looks at him resolutely. “That is not what you said to me, and nor would you ever say such things before your kin and companions.”

“You are quite right,” Thorin agrees, still toying with the collar of the shirt. The tips of his fingers intermittently brush against the skin beneath, and Bilbo tries his best to ignore the tingling rush of want that ignites in him when they do. “Then this must be a later hour, long after the rest have found their peace. They have a long journey ahead, come morning. So, Master Burglar.”

An arm around his waist brings him flush against the dwarf prince, forcing him to stand on the very tips of his toes. The fingers at his collar trails sweetly down his arm to find his hand, lifting it so that Thorin may press his lips to the knuckles there in a promising kiss.

“Tell me your thoughts,” Thorin implores, his lips pulsating against his hand, making it harder to think of anything else but the warm arms around him and the mouth on his skin. “Are you considering your contract still? If there are any conditions you would like to discuss with your employer, I am at your disposal.”

“This—Thorin, this was not part of the game,” he tries, but there is little heat to it now.

“There are no games, Master Burglar.” Thorin presses a long, beseeching kiss to meat of his palm, parting from it with a soft smack. “Only a dwarf prince in exile looking to employ the burglar who saunters before him in his hardly buttoned nightshirt. Tell me, then.” He lets his breath touch his ear, knowing how it affects him. “How may I convince you to join in this venture?”

And despite his first grievances, Bilbo in truth enjoys very much where this game is going. What choice is there, really, but to play right along.

“Well.” He breathes the word more than he speaks it, but his voice hitches still as Thorin’s eyes meet his, darkened with what he can only describe as hunger. “It will be a very dangerous journey. And I am only… very small, as you’ve said. For all I can sneak around, I might be in need of protection, from time to time.”

“Indeed?”

“Yes. I might need to be pulled up from the edge of a cliff, for all you know.” He does not fight the teasing smile that grows on him then, bringing his free hand up to touch his dwarf’s bearded chin. “So how about, for a start, you show me if you have the strength to manage such a task—and if you do well, perhaps I shall have to demonstrate the talents of my mouth for my future employer.”

He is, not a moment later, heaved up with impossible ease. He is light as a feather in Thorin’s arms, wrapped around him as the dwarf carries him through the hall and to the bedroom where he makes sure to leave many heady kisses on his exposed collar, and many marks for Bilbo to discover sooner or later.

It is well into the night when they, a while later, lie abed with the fires stroked low and Bilbo voiced his initial grievance from earlier that evening.

“You did call me a grocer, you know,” he insists softly against Thorin’s shoulder. He does not say, and all you remember is how many buttons on my shirt were undone, but snorts softly as he thinks it.

“Then I was a fool.”

Bilbo inhales, feeling the admission somewhat misplaced. “No, no you were not. You simply voiced what you saw, and what I was. The hobbit I was—I would have doubted him, too. Far be it for the two of us to expect that… that I would find my courage. Well. Gandalf apparently suspected, but. No, I don’t blame you for not seeing a potential so well concealed I could not see it myself.”

Thorin hums, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but continues to stroke his fingers through his hair in a pleasing manner that almost sends him drifting asleep.

“To think… had I only known.” Thorin wonders aloud.

“Well, you couldn’t have. And best we don’t think to change anything, for I cannot think of a much happier result for us. Well. I should still have liked to have my handkerchiefs.”

Thorin chuckles softly, and Bilbo admires his grin with a smile of his own. “I only meant to say that had I known sooner our burglar would rob my heart so thoroughly—and that his mouth was so clever… perhaps I should have tumbled him that first evening.”

Bilbo smacks him on his chest, but means no ill by it, even as the dwarf rumbles with laughter at his expenses; instead he lets himself be wrapped into his embrace and lulled asleep by the heavy heartbeat in his ear. He does not dream of second chances and such whimsical things, but he does dream of having pockets full of handkerchiefs in the most convenient situations, it is the best sleep he has had in a long time.

Prompt by: anonymous

(This really is turning into a small, silly series, tbh. Should I post them to ao3? In that case, should I make them separate stories in a collection or chapters in the same work? What do you think?)

Send me prompts!

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thorinthehottotty · 4 years

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May 19th - Lyn's Writing Event - Thorin

Prompt - Apocalypse AU

A/N: ZOMBIES ZOMBIES BUNKER SEX BUNKER SEX

Summary: Kíli's upset Thorin won't speak to him since he was nearly killed over a girl. You try to get through to your leader but the topic changes.

Warnings: Mentions of rape and violence. Smut and implied smut.

"You know, your boys are stupid. But they have each other's backs." You only receive a grunt from the ornery man. "I understand there is no room for error anymore, but they're kids, Thorin." Well, maybe if kids were sixteen and seventeen.

The man continues to tinker away with his tools on the little work bench. His broad shoulders blocking your view. There weren't many people left since the virus took hold. It spread fast and violently. You never expected to be a part of the zombie apocalypse, or even survive this long.

You were only twelve when it began. Ten long years ago. You'd gone from insecure girl, shying away from her crush on the playground to a survivor.

There was hardly anyone left anymore, let alone young women. It made you a hot commodity. One that men liked to force into their whims. You were Kíli's age the first time it happened. Thorin was the first man to not try and take advantage of you on your own, which in turn, made you want him. Since you'd been with his company, you'd grown to trust them. Not one of his men had so much as laid a hand on you without permission.

Although, when he ignored you like this, it made your want dissipate. You heave a sigh at him and move around to his bench, trying to get him to look at you. "I'm not saying you shouldn't be upset. You should. They were idiots. But don't push them away for it."

"For a fucking girl," he growls out finally. "Kíli was showing off for a girl!" He slams his hands down on the table.

"Like I said. Idiots." You try. Thorin drags himself up to his full height, blue eyes burning into yours. It makes you gulp. He was twice your age, had crows feet and silver streaking his long, wavy hair and his beard did little to hide the smile lines that had formed long before you met him. He was still one of the sexiest men you'd ever seen. God really nerfed you by making him and making him fine enough you could never get him out of your head. Zombies you could deal with. You didn't know how to approach a man without coming off as cold.

You used to believe he didn't want you, but you wondered differently now with how often he watched you. You stare back into his cold glare. His jaw worked under that beard.

"They're boys. Young boys. He wasn't thinking with his head, for sure. But you can't ignore him forever. That's only going to drive him away from you."

Thorin gives a indignant snort and crosses his arms. "He needs to understand that he can't just run off-"

"I know that! You know that! Stop being such an ass about it!" You snarl, eyes blazing. "He's at the age where all he's thinking about is what's between a girl's legs. So explain it to him. Explain the dangers. Don't you yell at him or snap or ignore him. We are here to survive, but that doesn't give you the right to be a jerk." Thorin glowers at you in the low light of the room. He doesn't give you an answer, just turns back to his tinkering.

"He will have to suffer with the rest of us."

"Oh, you're suffering, huh?" You demand, taking your turn to cross your arms. "Poor, poor King Thorin, hasn't gotten any good coochie since the fucking apocalypse." He passes you a glare.

"I can control myself, thank you. Unlike you." You gasp in offense at him.

"I can't control myself? Are you fucking joking?"

"What do you call this?" He gestures to your outfit. You glance down. It was late in the night, you were preparing to go to bed. You'd stolen a pair of boxers from someone to sleep in and your bra had been abandoned.

"Sleepwear, perv." He turns full to you again, eyebrow raised at you.

"Have I ever touched you like the men did before you found us?" You chewed your cheek angerly.

"No."

"Have any of us ever made you uncomfortable with leering?"

"No."

"So why do you insist on walking about like this?"

"I was ready to climb into bed when Fí came to me. I came here because I was asked to. I'm not naked." Thorin gave a frustrated groan and ran a hand over his face.

"I'm done with this conversation, Y/N."

"Do you want me?" You ask. His eyes snap to yours in horror. He very abruptly turns back to his tinkering, not answering you. "Thorin," you call.

"Go to bed. Now." You watch his face turn pink.

"Whatever," you snap at him, turning to leave the room. "Just talk to your nephew."

You pause in the door way, glancing over at his broad back. Sweat had seeped into the fabric and soaked most of the shirt. Then much softer, you offer something. "Would it be such a bad thing?" His head inclines to the side a hair, listening. "To want me?"

He sinks onto his stool and twists to look at you, his eyes torn. He's quiet for a long moment, and gives you a heavy sigh. "We should not be having this conversation."

"No?" You lean against the cool metal of the doorframe to his workshop and bedroom. The bunker housed all 16 of your group. The coolness makes your nipples pebble and his eyes dart down to them.

"Y/N," he sighs, looking anywhere but at you. "There are so many bad things that could rise from this situation."

"Believe it or not, I am an adult. I am capable of having a conversation about this." He closed his eyes, looking as tired as you felt.

"Fine. Close the door." A thrill shot through you. You reached behind you and shut the door quietly. "For starters, it could lead to pregnancy. We can't afford to have you out of commission. If we have to move, you'd be in greater danger."

You give a nod at him. "That's a valid point. But there are other ways to get your fix." His eyes widen at this, shocked you'd even mention that.

"Are you even ready to be touched by someone else?" He demands. You push away from the door and move toward him. He stiffens as you grab his hands and bring them up to your face.

"Yes. And I want to be touched," you admit as he cups your face in his hands. "I want you to touch me." His brows furrow as he traces patterns in your cheek, his thumb trailing over your lips.

"You're too young for me," he argues.

"It's just sex," you promise, slipping between his thighs to rest against him. Your heart races as the smell of his sweat fills your nose. He tilts his forehead to yours. "Don't grasp for straws."

He gives a groan when your hips meet his groin.

"We shouldn't," he rumbles as he buries a hand into you hair still wet from your shower.

"We shouldn't," you repeat. And despite you both agreeing, his mouth is meeting yours and he's rising from the stool. And then he's walking you back to his bed, lips dragging over yours.

"We should stop."

"We should." You let him lower you onto the cot. It squeaks in protest but he's leaning down over you. There's no rush in the way you're both touching. Only you arching when he pushes his hips into yours, the thin boxers doing nothing against the rub of his jeans.

"Again?" He asks.

"Again," you whimper.

And he's caging you under him as his lips move to your neck. His hips rolling on repeat into yours. It has you gasping, legs rolling up around his hips. His hips press hard into yours as you arch against him. He sinks to the side more when his mouth reclaims yours.

His hand is dragging your thigh higher as you moan into him. He's using your leg as leverage to grind against you better. Groaning into your mouth eagerly. But his hips as dragging the pleasure out at a slow pace.

This felt incredible as you attempt to roll your hips back into his. He releases your thigh when you hook it behind his back, grabbing your breast as repayment for his calloused hands not rubbing into the soft flesh of your thigh.

"Take your pants off," you demand.

...

"Congratulations, boys! Someone got his cherry popped last night!" Dwalin calls, clapping the boys on the back. "So which one was it?"

Thorin and you share a glance of panic.

"Uh," Kíli starts, passing an embarrassed look to his older brother who looks just as put off.

"Don't be shy! We could here her half the night through the vents." Oh god. You forgot the vents! You nearly spit your tea out and Thorin just smirks at you behind his cup of coffee.

"Neither of us, actually." Fíli's admission has you cursing mentally. Just this once could they lie for you.

"Then who-...?" Dwalin cuts himself off, looking at the only one who had his own room. Then he catches the redness of your mortified face.

"We'll remember to close the vents next time," Thorin replies without glancing up from the map he was studying.

The room is stunned into silence and everyone turns to stare at the both of you. "The lass finally did it, ey?" Bofur chimes proudly.

"Good on her!"

"This deserves a song!"

"Oh dear god no!" You quickly jump to your feet and shuffle out of the room, calling that you'll be helping Bilbo in the greenhouse today. You were not about to subject yourself to the torture that was about to insue.

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mountaingrll · 4 years

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FÍLI X SORCERESS READER

ORIGINAL FANFIC I WROTE ON DEVIANTART

IF YOU WANT TO READ IT ON DEVIANTART HERE’S THE LINK: https://www.deviantart.com/ixdeadlynightshadexi/art/FILI-X-SORCERESS-HUMAN-READER-Chapter-1-838839997

CHAPTER: FIRST CHAPTER

WORD COUNT: 1000 words

READING TIME: 5 minutes and 6 secs

RATINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: Fluffy, All Ages

RATINGS FOR FULL FANFIC: Fluffy, 11+, Brief Mentions of Painful Injuries.

LONG CHAPTERS, BUT LESS THAN FIVE CHAPTERS

(JUST SAYING FOLLOW MY DEVIANT ART, LOL)

BAG END AT THE START OF THE HOBBIT

The crispy morning air was rushing through your nostril reaching your lungs. Making every inch of your tired body feel rejuvenated and alive. The birds twittered and frolicked around Bag End and flowers of the shire seemed to speak to each other, as you watched the early sun slowly rise bringing warmth to everything it touches. You were alone in this bliss, well at least you thought you were alone until a twig snapped behind you. You automatically spun around and saw two dwarves creeping behind you, these were the two nephews of Thorin you thought. Fíli and Kíli you met them briefly last night in Master Bilbo’s house when you first met the company.

“Erm…hello (Y/N).” The brown-haired dwarf said, “Thorin told us to tell you that we are leaving soon, Master Baggins still hasn’t woken up and times wasting.” He continued.

“We’re starting our journey without our burglar?” You queried.

“Unfortunately, he seems a lost cause.” The blonde one answered, you thought he must be Fíli, for some reason the sound of his voice made your stomach fill up with butterflies. You hardly got this feeling when it came to men, and it made you uncomfortable. It was best to stay away from him, you shouldn’t have any distractions in this adventure.

“Well, thank you Kíli… and Fíli.” You liked the way his name sounded when you said it, which made you scold yourself even more. “You may tell Thorin that I will prepare my pony soon. Good day.” You finished abruptly. For some reason, the blonde dwarf felt hurt by your rigid antisocial behaviour; and started walking away to Thorin with his head hanging low. You felt a pang of guilt. Though Kíli the younger dwarf did not get the hints you were giving and lingered curiously by your side.

“So, you really are a sorceress?” He tested. You’re ears perked up, and you felt mischievous. Well… you had tried not to interact, it wasn’t your fault that your actions failed.

“Well, yes I am I was taught when I was a wee lass by Gandalf the Gr- “

“Really? Did you hear that?! She was an apprentice of Gandalf! Come here Fíli, it’s not every day you meet a sorceress our age!” Kili interrupted; he was quite slow on social ques, he reached over to Fíli and dragged him so fiercely that he fell almost on top of you. Fíli was obviously mortified and flushed red, he looked down but couldn’t help getting lost in your (e/c) eyes.

“If you’re really a sorceress why don’t you look like one!” Kíli yapped while Fíli’s eyes grew large in shame at his brother’s rudeness. “I mean when Gandalf told us a sorceress was joining us I thought he meant that an old pruney hag would be joining us, who would turn us into toads if we didn’t massage her bunions.” He said carelessly. Your face shot up at Kíli in amusement and bewilderment at his bluntness. Fíli turned crimson and elbowed his brother.

“Kíli can you be any ruder, you mortify Durins and make people uncomfortable.” He whisper shouted while growing as red as a tomato.

“It’s fine Fíli, Kíli’s just curious…though I will turn you into the toad if you call me a hag one more time!” You jeered.

“I’m sorry he doesn’t think before he speaks.” Fíli apologised for his brother. “He just meant he didn’t expect a sorceress to be so young and beautiful….” Fíli stopped speaking realising what he had just said a second too late, while Kíli suppressed a laugh. You looked down feeling your face grow an embarrassing shade of pink. “I…I…erm…sorry…I didn’t mean.” Fíli tripped over his words, though he gave up trying to explain himself for his mouth stopped working. The three of you watched the sunrise over the shire in awkward silence until you couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Well, may I just say that… you weren’t what I expected when Gandalf said that we’d be travelling with dwarves.” You started breaking the silence, which Fíli was grateful for.

“What did you expect of us (Y/N)?” Fíli asked inquisitively.

“Well if you don’t mind my saying so, I expected grey, wrinkly, stout dwarves that only come up to my knee. But you two are quite tall for dwarves, especially you Fíli.” Fíli met your eyes when you said this and your stomach leapt a tad as you looked into each other’s eyes. You were interrupted by Gandalf shouting at you to prepare your pony, though you all ignored his remark.

“What else did you expect of us?” Kíli requested, urging you to continue.

“I expected long white beards and bald shiny heads like Dwalin, with sharp tongues that would say bitter comments at the sight of a female sorceress.” Kíli and Fíli’s eyebrows raised, and you turned to Fíli and said, “Though most of all I didn’t expect such a kind and handsome dwarf such as yourself.” You said in a sly impish voice that made the tips of Fíli’s ears turn pink and his big blue eyes shine even bigger and bluer.

“(Y/N)! This is your final warning, I swear on Saruman, lass if you do not prepare your pony so help me!” Gandalf roared poking his head out of a window of Master Baggins’ House. Though you hardly noticed as you stared deep into Fíli’s eyes, then wandered up to Gandalf in the most enchanting way you could muster making sure that the befuddled dwarves were watching.

BONUS:

Fíli and Kíli watched as you sauntered up the hill to the ponies.

“Fíli, she’s…she’s gorgeous. Imagine. We’ll be with her for the whole journey to Erebor. Sleeping next to her in camps, and you know we might be lucky enough to see…something…. If she bathes close to camp. She’s got excellent hips…” Though Kíli couldn’t say anything more as Fíli grabbed him by the neck and punched him in the nose as his fists trembled in indignation.

“How dare you Kíli, how dare you!? Speak about (Y/N) as if she’s rabbit meat! You should be glad Uncle Thorin’s here so I can’t continue beating you, or you would have lost the ability to feel anything. She may be beautiful and smart though she’s a warrior like one of us. You should be ashamed.” Fíli bellowed.

“Mahal, I knew it. You have feelings for her.” Kíli blurted still in shock as blood ran out of his nose.

“What?”

“For Mahal’s sake, you love that girl!”

“Alright then, I do. I love her, which is much more than you can say. You, on the other hand, would have treated her like a pack of meat if I wasn’t he-“

“Don’t you understand Fíli I didn’t mean anything of what I just said! I just wanted you to admit your feelings for her! I didn’t expect you to murder me!” Kíli barked.

“You meant what you said about her! Don’t turn this around with that excuse Kíli,”

“I made it all up so you would admit your love Fi, don’t worry she’s all yours. She’s gorgeous but I don’t fancy (Y/N).”

“Well then who would you fancy Kíli?” Fíli insisted.

“Well, let’s see. A pale lass with fiery red hair and good with arrows, quite tall too-” Kíli began.

“Good grief Kíli, with that description you’re better off with an elf,” Fíli said bitterly, Kíli was astounded.

“Sod off Fíli, you know I would never fall for an elf.”

I'LL PROBABLY EDIT THIS AND INSERT THE LINK FOR NEXT CHAPTER WHEN I'M FINISHED:

I SADLY DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS.

REBLOGS NO REPOSTS!

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Surprise

Here is my Tolkien Secret Santa gift! It’s the first time I try to write a fic in english but I tried my best and I had a lot of fun with it.

This gift was made for @datcilly !!! I hope you will like this little one shot. Happy holidays!!!!

@officialtolkiensecretsanta

The Fellowship is meeting up in the Shire to celebrate the end of the year. Legolas wants to surprise his friends. It works but not the way he intended to.

find this fic on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21935215

or read below the cut

When it comes to sleep, elves have always been peculiar towards it. With being immortal and being capable of staying awake for long periods, sleeping does not always come naturally. The risk for an elf to be pushing their bodies so hard that they exhaust themselves without knowing it is real. Usually, there are symptoms an elf can look for to know it is time to rest but in some cases, the body simply overpowers the mind and forces it to sleep.

Legolas prided himself in knowing his limits and never losing track of his sleeping needs. He had never experienced any of the telling symptoms nor been forced to "true" sleep.

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He was travelling to the Shire to see his friends and companions for their usual meeting to celebrate the end of the year. The Fellowship expected him to arrive in a few days but he wanted to surprise his friends (and beat any other travelling member of the Fellowship to the Shire) and so he had decided to travel day and night non-stop to arrive early.

Once there, he snuck inside the new stables, that their hobbit friends had built in recent years to accommodate the members of the Fellowship who preferred to travel by horse.

The elf put his pack down there and was ready to go and surprise his friends when he started to feel dizzy. Unbalanced and with dulled senses Legolas panicked. He had never felt so weak.

Even in the rare cases where he had gotten injured during a battle, he always managed to keep perfect control of his body's reaction.

He stumbled, not knowing what was happening and realizing he was alone.

The fair elf felt terrified.

His lids were beginning to fall, and it was near painful to open them, making the idea of laying down, curling up and sleeping until it was over an appealing idea.

Half unconscious, Legolas had just the time to think about finding a warm, cosy place to rest and then lying down so he would not injure himself when he collapsed before he fell asleep.

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The day the members of the Fellowship were to arrive in the Shire, Frodo decided to go and greet them at the borders of the land.

He spent most of the morning reading under a big tree, snacking on some dried fruits and nuts when he hears the first set of riders going down the path.

Frodo packs his stuff quickly and runs up to meet the newcomers.

He can already see two horses at a walk, one piebald and the other bay. He immediately recognized Boromir and Aragorn and goes to meet them, using a fallen tree to elevate himself to the riders’ line of sight.

"Aragorn! Boromir!" He called. “You’re early."

They both turned to him at the familiar greeting.

"Frodo." Greeted Aragorn stroking Brego’s neck unconsciously, to calm the horse.

Aragorn smiled kindly at the hobbit, he was obviously trying to not laugh at his friend’s antics, his upbringing with the elves of Rivendell had made him a calm and steady man and a kind king. Boromir, he did not hold back and laughed amicably.

"Nice to see you too, Frodo."

He slowed his horse and dropped the reins, and extended an arm to Frodo who took it readily and was lifted to sit in front of Boromir.

Normally hobbits did not like to travel with their feet so far from de ground but being a member of the fellowship and being “Mad” Bilbo Baggins’ nephew, gave him opportunities to ride ponies and horses often enough to get used to it.

The two men and the hobbit talked amicably, catching up on what had happened since the last time they saw each other.

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When they arrived at the stables, it was indeed a surprise that greeted them.

They had found Legolas curled up on a pile of hay. It looked like a bad attempt at a nest.

"Legolas!" Boromir dismounted in a hurry to get to his friend, Aragorn followed closely with Frodo at the doors of the stable where he had helped in opening them.

"What happened? Is he alright?" Asked the Hobbit. He sounded afraid. Aragorn got closer to the elf, brushing a few strands of blond hair out of his face. He smiled reassuringly to the Hobbit.

"Yes, he is alright. He is just sleeping." Boromir looked incredulous.

"Sleeping? I thought elves slept with their eyes open wide?"

"Most of the time they do. However, there is something that elves call “true sleep” or “deep sleep” as opposed to “rêverie” where they have their eyes open.

I remember, when I was a kid in Rivendell, scouts would come back after long periods without sleeping and they would collapse on the spot because they got so exhausted." Aragorn looked at the hobbit. Frodo had gently taken Legolas’ hand in his.

"Can we do something?" Aragorn nodded.

"Lead the way young master Baggins. Boromir and I will take him to Bag End to lay him down more comfortably, and we will come back for our bags and rub down our horses."

The two of them carried the blond elf to the Smial and were led by an astonished Bilbo to a room with a big bed for Legolas. They set him down, and Frodo tucked him in carefully.

"He’s heavier than he looks." Aragorn turned to his friend, still amused by the situation.

"Elves are indeed surprising creatures."

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In the next days, the rest of the Fellowship arrived at Bag End but Legolas did not wake up for a few more days.

When he finally did, they were all waiting, impatient to greet him. Sam, who was in the elf’s room at that time, looking after him, got to do it first.

Sam noted that Legolas was slow to open his eyes and he had to blink a few times before he looked alert enough to recognize the hobbit.

"Sam? Where am I? What happened?" the hobbit gave him a cup of water to clear his mind.

"You are in Bag End. You slept for a few days. Aragorn said you must have been quite tired after travelling and fell asleep in the stables." Still disoriented, Legolas took a second to answer.

“Oh, I see… where are the others?”

“Probably in the sitting room. We’ve been waiting for you mister Legolas." Legolas looked mortified.

“Great… Let's go then.”

In the sitting room, Aragorn was talking to Bilbo, in the meantime Boromir and Gimli were enjoying the warmth of the chimney while listening to the younger hobbits’ antics. When Sam arrived with Legolas in tow they all turned and greeted their friend, happy to see him well. They eventually all sat down around the elf.

“How do you feel?” asked Merry. Legolas looked around for a bit, relaxing when he saw that his friends were genuinely worried and would not laugh at him for forgetting something as simple as sleep.

“I’m alright… a bit hungry, but I am well rested." He smiled. His friends looked relieved to hear that. Pippin even got up to go and get him something to snack on from the kitchen.

“What happened to you Legolas?” asked Aragorn “what made you exhaust yourself?”

Legolas looked sheepish “I was trying to surprise you." Gimli gently tapped his shoulder, careful to not jostle the blond.

“That you did lad!”

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i-did-not-mean-to · 3 years

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Never say never - Chapter 11

Yeah, by now, you know the drill :D

WIP of my heart and so on :D

°11° ~Victoria~

Victoria had not even noticed that the time had flown; she had been so entranced by this strange tale that was so unlike the ones she had been allowed to read at home. There was an immature, sick longing in her gut whenever that strange, stern man came on screen; he reminded her much of the men she had grown up around and it repelled and attracted her in equal measures. Then again, Thornton was much more handsome than anyone she’d ever seen before.

Hiddleston sat, motionless, on his chair, watching her as much as he watched the movie.

His heart broke for her when she gasped and hid her face in her hands during the botched demand for Margaret’s hand, and he smiled along with her every time Thornton’s mother spoke.

“My mother would have loved a son like that, I think. Unfortunately, none were granted to her.” Victoria confessed to the screen, wiping her eyes angrily as new tears welled up against her will.

They had finished their cakes and their tea and now sat with their hands in their laps, watching an old movie.

The doorbell rang and she paused the movie to go down and see who it could be. The darkness outside took her by surprise; had that much time passed? Was it evening already?

“Are you crying? What has he done to you?” Liza pushed past her, but Victoria’s hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

“He’s been nothing but kind and helpful. It is the movie…it…startles me.” Victoria confessed, looking up when Hiddleston came down the stairs, a broad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, I know I was not invited, I…” Jenna murmured in a hushed voice. Victoria understood though, she knew how desperately one could long to see a pretty face again. The huge box Angie was holding in her arms that had been left on her doorstep was a testament to that.

“So…how do you find Thornton?” Angie asked, putting the box in a much more reasonable corner of the hallway than Victoria had previously chosen for her books that were still lying partly under the treacherous hallstand.

“He’s…a sourpuss.” Victoria replied, walking to her kitchen to get the number of the pizza delivery.

“Richard was roughly your age then.” Liza prompted her. “Armitage? He looks better now.” Victoria replied with a shrug.

“He doesn’t. Get out!” Liza cried out, stumbling over the books as well as she followed Victoria into the kitchen.

“What would you know?” Victoria laughed, earning a wink and a nod from Hiddleston which made her prouder than it should have. His support buoyed her spirits, she found, and she gave him a warm smile.

“I have known the man for years.” Liza snapped, laughing at Victoria’s dumbfounded face.

They ordered pizza and no-one had the heart to tell Hiddleston to leave, so he retrieved his chair from upstairs and they got comfortable in the small parlour looking out on a neat, little garden while waiting.

“Let me see what you’ve got here.” Liza, brazen as always, started piling up the books and, opening the box, spreading the ordered movies on the table as well. Her jaw went slack upon discovering the scope of Victoria’s “research”.

“Hmmm, this reminds me,” she said, looking up from the piles, “Armitage lets you know that he’s starred in a few horror movies. He thinks you might take pleasure in that.”

“Naaaaa, he’d certainly die. The pretty ones always die.” Victoria replied, trying to snatch away her books and movies from the prying eyes of her friends…without much success. “Hence why he thought you’d like them.” Liza quipped.

“I’m not a monster, Liza! I have been deplorably rude to the man, but that does not mean that I’d enjoy seeing him die.” Victoria shook her head, still grabbing at her possessions only to have them whisked away by Jenna and Angie.

“You might want to stop with the movie you’re presently watching then, dear.” Hiddleston commented, an uncomfortable expression on his face. He and Liza exchanged a worried look over the table, glancing down on the DVDs spread out under their noses and then back at each other again.

“You’re right. The pretty ones always die…so do the evil ones.” Angie offered carefully, but Vic rolled her eyes.

They were putting words in her mouth, she thought, she had never called the man “evil”, had she? She had thought and called him “dangerous”, but she could not pass judgment over his soul, if he had one that was.

Victoria bit her lip, these thoughts: stupid, rash, inconsiderate words that might easily have spilled out of her mouth, were the very reason why everyone suspected that she secretly hatched some dark plot to assassinate Armitage.

“I’ve known evil men. He doesn’t directly strike me as being evil.” Victoria skirted the unspoken question. “But indirectly, he does?” Liza dug deeper within a moment.

If Victoria hadn’t known better, she would have believed that she was on the verge of being married to Armitage; only nobody had told her about it beforehand. Why did everyone care so much about what she thought about him?

“I…meant that he oftentimes…inhabits…erm…performs…you know.” Angie drew helpless shapes into the air. “He’s the bad guy, he plays the bad guy.” Liza interrupted harshly, observing Vic’s face.

“Makes sense. What a scowl.” Vic laughed, turning to retrieve the pizza when the doorbell rang, humming to herself.

Only, it was not the pizza. It was Martin Freeman, holding a stack of papers and asking for Liza.

“Liza? It’s Martin. Why is he at my door? How does he know where I live?” Vic called into the house, stepping out of the doorframe, and letting Martin enter. “Welcome to my humble abode.” She laughed, shaking her head.

“Ah, you come when the work is done!” Hiddleston cried out in mockery, but went to retrieve a chair for the newcomer, nonetheless. “Here’s the…what do you mean?” Martin gave up on the business-conversation he was about to have with Liza and turned to Hiddleston instead, who was more than happy to recount his whole afternoon with Vic in detail.

Victoria knew she should be mortified, but her mood had mellowed considerably after her shopping-spree, and it had been pleasant to sit in the failing light with Hiddleston and watch that mysterious movie everyone seemed to know.

“I also have a gift for you, so your withering anger will not fall on me.” Martin said with a humorous gleam in his eye. Making her promise not to attempt any kind of voodoo or other witchcraft on them, he presented her with two dolls. She took them with a confused look on her face, waving her hand at Jenna to turn on the little lamp in the corner of the room.

“Oh. My. GOD.” She exclaimed as she recognised the characters. These were not the kind of hard-plastic dolls she had thought of; in her mind, she had seen actual action-figures, but these were funny and adorable, like cartoonish bobble-heads.

“Look at them, Liza, Angie, Jenna, come look at them.” Victoria exclaimed, holding the dolls up with such obvious, child-like delight that the men couldn’t help but stare. There were obviously shards of a broken childhood embedded in her soul and she had grown around them, making her 70% scar tissue and wounds.

“I…I am glad you like them.” Martin said, carefully; he had expected mockery and outright rejection, he had been prepared to have his dolls thrown at his head in disdain, never would he have been able to predict the joy with which she cradled the effigy of men she seemingly despised.

“Are they collectibles? Am I to keep them in that box?” Victoria asked, insecurity making her voice tremble. “Not really, you can if you want to, someone might pay a pretty penny for them one day, but…they’re not like the Ming-vase or the Persian rug…You can take them out and play with them.” Liza answered, holding her hand up discreetly so none of the others would say anything careless that might hurt Vic deeply in her vulnerable, open state of mind.

The doorbell rang again, and Liza nodded to signal that she’d go accept the pizzas. “You go ahead.” She said to Vic who was ever so carefully taking her dolls out of the boxes, placing them on the table and providing a napkin for them to sit on comfortably.

“Thank you so much, I want to say that my anger is not withering…but you have my deepest affection right now.” Vic mumbled humbly and hugged Martin awkwardly. “You are an astonishing woman. If we had known that a Bilbo- and a Thorin-doll would make you so happy, we’d have started by that.” Martin chuckled, gazing at the two inanimate objects he had seen be showered with a tenderness, so earnest and deep, he had never seen her grant to any living creature.

“Stay and have pizza with us.” She invited Martin when Liza came back, carrying the steaming boxes.

~Richard~

He didn’t even want to pick up the phone when Martin’s name appeared. The last time he had done that, things had taken a terrible turn for him, and he was not eager to repeat the experience.

He should have known better than to think that his friend would give up that easily though, and, after a few solid minutes of unnerving vibration, Richard gave in and accepted the call.

“Hey. I found the way into Vic’s heart.” Martin declared without preamble, describing her reaction when he had handed her the dolls that were now resting on a chair reserved for them while Hiddleston was sitting on the carpet.

“Wait…you’re at her place? You’re having a party and I’m not invited? Wow, thanks.” Richard knew that he was petty and that his tone might betray that he was not entirely joking either. “I just swung by to deliver some documents, Liza gave me the address and because I made an appropriate gift, I was asked to stay.” Martin sounded weirdly proud of himself.

“What are you doing? Who are you talking to?” Vic’s voice resounded in the background, followed by a mumbled complaint about how she was not running a boarding house. “I just told Richard about how much you liked the dolls. Shouldn’t I have?” Martin’s voice was contrite, but also a bit challenging.

“Armitage? Oh, hello.” Victoria’s voice grew very quiet instantly and Richard hated the fact that the mere mention of his name made her joy flicker out like a candle in a draught.

“He feels left out.” Martin snitched. “I had no intention of having any of you here, it has just happened.” Victoria squeaked helplessly, but she could see how this must look.

“I didn’t know anything about this meeting until this afternoon. Jenna was not invited, Tom helped and stayed, you came here with a gift…” Victoria tried to justify herself. “I cannot ask Armitage to come here and watch his own movies with me, can I? Or have him play with my dolls?”

“Richard, how do you feel about shameless narcissism?” Martin asked him suddenly and Richard had to do a double take to even find the words to reply to such a ludicrous question: “Erm, I don’t know.”

“What is going on?” Another voice called from far away and he heard Vic yell back that Martin had ratted her out to him and that now, he was disgruntled at not having been invited to a completely unplanned and chaotic get-together.

“Well, your house, your rules.” The other voice replied, and Victoria uttered a low grunt of frustration.

“Please, tell Mister Armitage that he is as free to come startle me at my home as any of the people here now.” Victoria spoke haughtily to Martin before withdrawing again. “Really?” Martin called after her. “Really.” She replied from further away with a small peal of laughter.

Martin then proceeded to swear that this had not been planned and that he genuinely did not believe that Victoria had taken any precautions to consciously exclude Richard. “She really liked the doll by the way and there’s a whole stack of books and movies on the living room table. Many of them…with you in them.”

Richard had no idea why Martin was telling him all that, but he was feeling lonely, and it was somehow nice to be told anecdotes and funny stories about people they both knew. It turned out that Hiddleston had indeed stayed and helped get the mysterious drawing room into shape for the furniture Vic had ordered and received the same day.

Must have cost a pretty penny, Martin joked. He also described the slight chaos and the many colourful clothes lying around. “I haven’t seen the drawing room yet. Want me to go check?” He said in a mischievous tone.

Informing the others with a careless call into the direction of the living room, he made his way upstairs, and towards the room from which a blueish light was emanating.

“Mother of Christ.” He cursed and Richard was invested enough by now to almost beg his friend to describe what he saw.

Martin was more than happy to oblige, telling him that it was a lovely room with big windows that let in a lot of light during the day. Now, the room was plunged into darkness though and against the faded tapestry stood an antique bookshelf, ready to welcome all the books he had seen lying around downstairs.

He also described the dainty and distinctly feminine ottoman in the middle of the room and the treadmill in the corner that seemed so anachronous compared to the other pieces of furniture.

“Don’t.” Martin whipped around to find Vic standing in the door, nodding at the still on her screen. “Don’t what?” Richard asked, curiouser than ever now, as he heard that Victoria had followed Martin upstairs.

Maybe, she was afraid that he was secretly taking pictures of her underwear for Richard?

“She…She’s watching porn on her new telly.” Martin blurted out and Richard heard the shocked gasp from Victoria.

He was not exactly sure that this was the truth, Liza had said something about North & South, but would Martin call that “porn”? Yeah, he would, without batting an eye.

“Ah, Richard, Vic wants to talk to you.” Martin said while he was still deep in thought, damn it, would she always take him by surprise? “Hello Mister Armitage.” Her voice was heard now, shy and demure, maybe even a tad embarrassed.

He thought that this might well be the first time that she greeted him unprompted and his name in her mouth gave him a tiny jolt of pleasure. There was still that distance in her tone, but right now, it sounded a lot more like reverence than like rejection. “Hello? Sir?” Her tone faltered and he kicked himself into action. “Hello Miss Victoria.”

A tiny sigh was heard, followed by Martin’s cackle and the sound of something heavy thudding to the floor.

“I just wanted to say that we did not purposefully exclude you. I don’t want you to think that.” She sounded apologetic, he thought, and by the shifting of the background noise, he could tell that she was pacing around the room.

“It was a joke. I am not that self-absorbed that I really believe that everyone has to invite me everywhere.” He said quickly, embarrassed about being taken literally when he was just acting like a mopey brat.

She didn’t immediately reply to that, and his spirits sank, of course she wouldn’t really want to have him in her home, would she? She had never hidden the fact that she hadn’t taken to him particularly and it was his own problem if he let that hurt him.

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hypermanga · 6 years

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An unexpected visit

Preparing your basket, you made your way to the market to get some groceries, as you would have to go later to the family meeting. A family meeting that consisted only in you and your brother, Bilbo Baggins.

Waving good morning to every hobbit you passed by, you bought everything you needed to make supper.

As the time passed, you grew eager to see your brother.

Although you lived on the same village, Hobbiton, you were always busy with your little restaurant. Quite a reputation you had built up along these years.

As the sky started to turn in a mixture of purple, pink, yellow and orange, you prepared your basket and put one of your best dresses, a dress which had belonged to your mother in her young years. It was a beautiful orange dress which came with an appron and pockets, it was shoulderless, very convenient for the hot summer nights.

After smoothing its edges and combing your hair, you closed your fence and skipped to your brother’s house.

Knocking lightly, you heard some shuffling inside before the door opened to reveal your brother in his robes.

“Long time no see Bilbo” You smiled, embracing him in a hug" Indeed (Y/N), we should meet more often, but" “My work yes, I know. Let’s go inside shall we?” You chuckled, the evening just started as always.

“So, how is life going, are you still being courted by that hobbit?” “Godobald, and he never courted me really, he just wanted another girl in his collection” Sipping the tea, you sighed.

Although the flirting started as a stupid thing, he ended up thinking you were like those girls who throw themselves at someone with money. But, of course, you weren’t like that.

“How about you Bilbo? Have you done anything special?” “No…Well…Now that you mention it, Gandalf, you know…The firework wizard?” “Of course, how I could not remember him?” “He came today offering me to come with him on an adventure” You almost choked with the tea.

“An…An adventure?” “Yes, but let’s not talk about it, I refused” Nodding with your head, you decided not to dig in the topic, and headed to the kitchen with Bilbo to prepare dinner.

“The fish is done!” You told your brother, as you put the plate on the table. It smelled delicious, but you had settled in a steak, perhaps you would steal him some food like in the good ol’ times “The meat still needs some time” He answered back “I’ll take it from here, go eat the fish before it gets cold” Reluctantly, he made his way to the table and started to eat, when a ring disturbed the silence of the house.

“I thought you didn’t expect any visit” You raised your head and looked at your brother “That is because I don’t”

Next thing you knew, a dwarf was eating the fish and attacking the bread.

“Excuse me, but I think you got it wrong, this is not…”

There was another ring that was followed by the entrance of an older and less scary dwarf, who nodded at you politely as him and the other dwarf started to prepare the table.

“Bilbo, are you not gonna say or do anything?” You asked, putting your steak in a plate and hiding it from the dwarves “But what do I do?”

Guess what interrupted your conversation? If you said a ring, have a piece of steak

This time though, appeared two much younger dwarves,whose names were Kili, the brunette, and Fili, the blondie. Before, you had learned the older dwarves’s names were Dwalin and Balin, so a list started to form itself on your head.

You didn’t like the rudeness and carelessness of your invasors but you kept it to yourself and started to cope with it. Bilbo, on the other hand, was mortified. He was going crazy with some many dwarves in his house, and let’s not talk about when a big group of dwarves and a certain wizard made their appearance.

Bilbo was about to pass out, you had to fan him with a handkerchief to keep him from fainting.

“We are missing someone” Gandalf sighed, kind of worried “He’s late, he said he was on a meeting” Dwalin responded while drinking some beer. Just then, you appeared after setting your poor brother on a chair.

“Gandalf the grey” You saluted the wizard between the shouting of the dwarves and brother “(Y/N), I didn’t think you would be joining us tonight"He answered back” Neither did I" Between teeth, you answered politely as you dodged some plates and turned your head to the pantry.

It had been totally emptied, even your steak had disappeared. Trying to keep order, you sent your brother to talk with Gandalf, while you tried to catch all the flying plates before one of them got broken.

Thank Mahal, the dwarves were considered enough to not break anything and cleaned all the dishes. Their laughing, but, died when a sudden knock was heard from outside.

“Alright…Enough!” You clenched your fists and a frown crept into your face “lady (Y/N), I don’t think it’s wise to greet who is outside with thay body language” Kili started “Well, if the lass wants a confrontation, so be it” Dwalin finished.

As you looked at Gandalf, you could see that his eyes wanted you to calm down, but it was impossible.

“If he is another dwarf like these ones, I swear to Mahal I’m hitting him…” Your footseps echoed on the corridor as you touched the handle “…with a pan” You couldn’t end the sentence, as you were met by a pair of blue eyes.

Before you, stood a dwarf that was different from the other ones. He had like a majestic aura surrounding him, and also, mystery.

But his eyes held sadness, as they looked directly at yours, earning a gasp from you.

“Gandalf, I thought this place was easy to find” The dwarf smiled as he made his way inside “I got lost, two times”

This earned a chuckle from you, which the dwarf returned with a frown “What’s so funny?” “None of these other dwarves has said that he has gotten lost…” The dwarf crossed his arms as he looked sternly at Kili, who tried his best to contain a chuckle.

“(Y/N), this is Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of the Company” Gandalf tried to ease some tension “So…Is this the burglar?” Thorin asked smug “Oh no, this is (Y/N) Baggins, Bilbo’s sister” “Such a pity, she is really quite amusing”

You didn’t know if it was sarcasm, but you couldn’t suppress a blush.

“Good evening” Bilbo, who had retrieved the color, saluted the newcomer “This is the burglar I assume? He looks more like a shopkeeper than a thief” He smiled smug as he made his way to the table as if the house was his.

Bilbo’s smile faded as his whole posture became sad “He’s stupid, Bilbo. Don’t take his words to heart” You frowned, as you watched him start to talk about the journey.

When you thought about the journey, you expected something like travelling to a certain destination, but not taking back a kingdom from a dragon. And the worst part was that you had laughed at a king, even if it was for an innocent thing.

Bilbo, being the home-lover, rejected the offer of being a burglar, after fainting again.

Sitting on Bilbo’s bed, you heard them singing a song about the Misty Mountains and the fire blazing the trees on the lonelyness of the night. You could hear the melancholy of their voices, especially in Thorin’s, which held the most grief.

As the dwarves started to look for places to sleep, you went to find Thorin “Excuse me, your highness” “No need to talk with these formalities” He sighed, as he tried to make himself comfortable on his spot “No, I insist…” “Thorin, just call me Thorin” “Alright…Then…Thorin, I’m sorry for mistaking you for someone you were not. I…thought you were a bossy and cocky dwarf, but I was wrong…You just want the best for your people, and I think that just brings more honour to your name if there can be more” You smiled sadly.

Thorin smiled back, glad that you were not like your brother, but, he had a request “Now that master Baggins will not join us, would you join us instead?”

You pondered your answer. An adventure full of dangers and a possibly sure death? Well…You wanted to take some holidays anyways.

“Yes, sure, it will be an honour your high…Thorin” “And it will be a pleasure having you, lady (Y/N)”.

A/N: I was thinking of making this a series, but first I wanted to know your opinion, so I’ll be really happy if you tell me :)

Part 2

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