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tathrin · 4 months

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Writing Year Wrapped (2023)

Ooh, thank you for the tag @sallysavestheday!

3 Favorite Fics You've Written This Year:

Of course we have to go with my current obsession, And In The Darkness To Unmake Them, an as-canon-compliant-as-possible Fellowship-AU that asks, what would happen if Celebrimbor got himself re-embodied and came back to Middle-earth to try and make up for his mistakes by helping to destroy the One Ring (and brought all his unhealed trauma with him)? Plus a slow-burn romance for Legolas and Gimli, a whole lot of delicious world-building for Mirkwood, and a more active role for Arwen too!

Five Times Gimli Died (and One Time He Didn't) is, I think, despite the simplistic and trope-y title, one of the most elegant things I've ever written, and I am very much in love with it. It's the story of Gimli and Legolas's romance, from beginning to end (well...not really end, because the joy of them is that they're a story that doesn't end—Gimli Immortality Agenda, you can't stop me!—but the story ends with the beginning of their happily-ever-after, which is a sort of end, no?), told in a series of scenes that takes place from Moria to the Undying Lands, and could almost slip right in between the pages of canon if you squint enough to overlook a little bit of meddling from Mahal on behalf of his new favorite dwarf (don't tell Durin).

To Live In Undying Lands is a series of snippets set in Aman after Legolas and Gimli cross the Sea, focused on both their new life there and that of our beloved Hobbits who went over before. And I went back and forth several times deciding whether to swap the placement of this one and Last Temptation... below, but I ultimately think that was a bit more of a stretch than this one, despite the fact that I Never Write Hobbits and am writing quite a lot of Hobbits for this one, and also I Never Write Snippets Without An Overarching Plot—and because I'm such a sucker for Gimleaf that if I have to pick a favorite between any two comparable stories, it's always going to be the one with them in it! (Also: Gimli Immortality Agenda, always!)

3 Fics That Stretched You the Most:

Dead Faces In The Water; Dead Faces Everywhere - I don't write present tense, I don't write modern AUs, and I don't write zombie stories...but here I am, writing all three at once! (Thanks, @katajainen! This story is 1/3 your fault, 1/3 @roselightfairy and @deheerkonijn's fault, and 1/3 Mira Grant's lol. And you were the inciting incident, so you get first blame!) And somehow having a great time doing it! (So much world building! I'm in paradise!)

The Last Temptation of Narvi of Khazad-dûm - probably one of the most overtly ambitious stories I've ever done. It's likewise in present-tense, although that's considerably less daunting now after almost forty chapters of zombies; but there were a lot of other balls to juggle on this story, including my first time properly writing both of the main characters as well as anything set in Ost-in-Edhil; and of skirting right up against the line of how close it came to all ending differently and making that (hopefully) feel almost like it could have gone differently and avoided all that tragedy in a way that, hopefully, both satisfies and distresses the reader.

And (I suppose this is a bit of a give-away, but it's not like I tried very hard to hide anyway; the anonymity is mainly designed to make people feel more comfortable offering con-crit, which I have no idea if it actually helped or not but I did get some lovely and helpful feedback on it, so I'm going to say the tactic has been a success) definitely Cliffside Revelations, which has the honor of being my very first explicit smut fic...even if most of the smut is an excuse for world building, which I'm sure shocks all of you lmao!

(And sneaking in an honorable mention of On The Far Side of the Sundering Sea, because my name isn't on the previous one so it probably doesn't technically count...which means I can slip in an extra story as a technicality, right? Right. Shhh, it's fine!)

3 Favorite Lines You've Written (loosely interpreting "lines" as sallysavestheday has cleverly demonstrated):

Oh this is difficult. Most of my best lines are only their best because of the context around them; and it's hard to remember them as distinct lines after their sections have been finished and posted. But this does at least save favorite and not best, so that helps; let's give it a try, then.

First, from Five Times Gimli Died (and One He Didn't) we have a moment of a revelation on Gimli's part, as he discovers that his heart might not be as alien to his Maker as he feared it was:

He stood in silence, staring at the unseen form of he who had made all Dwarves; of the Maker of stone and rock and mighty mountain. Mahal, who had made the Dwarves…Mahal, who loved the green.

This is one that definitely needs the context to make it work, so we're including the whole preceding paragraph from Blows Uncounted, a little AU-take on Helm's Deep where either the uruks are stronger or Gandalf is slower, and the battle has a darker ending.

For Legolas was not simply any elf: he was an elf of Mirkwood. Taur-ne-Fuin, the forest under nightshade; Taur-e-Ndaedelos, the forest of great fear. These orcs and uruks of Isengard, used to preying on earnest horse-lords and forthright farmers, had never met an elf of his sort before. Their northern kin could have told them stories of what befell orcs beneath the black boughs of Mirkwood…but orcs did not often come alive from those dark woods, not at least without Nazgûl to guard their travels.

And there were no Nazgûl here.

And taking a complete one-eighty in tone from the previous, I am quite inexcusably delighted with this one from Honeysuckle and Cider, and still giggle to myself whenever I re-read it:

"Uh," says Aragorn, son of Arathorn, King of Gondor, first of the House Telcontar.

(The line after it definitely qualifies as a runner-up, but I do think this one beats it out. Sorry, Faramir!)

Actually there's one other line I really wanted to put in here, even more than the one about the Nazgûl, but I'm not going to, because it's the very last line of the story it appears in, and reading it before you read that story would suck all the wind out of its sails, I think; so if you want to know what that is, you'll have to go read The Last Temptation of Narvi of Khazad-dûm for yourself.

3 Characters You Enjoyed Writing (that surprised you):

Anntar (Sauron), actually! I got to play with him as more than just a Menacing Presence in The Last Temptation of Narvi of Khazad-dûm and oh, he was so much fun! This was Sauron in full-on seducing-the-Gwaith-i-Mírdain mode, with maybe just a hint of how he actually wanted to be stopped, so that he could let the schemes for world-domination go and just be happy here with his smith-lovers...or maybe that was all wishful thinking on Narvi's part. Regardless, it was great fun to play with both failed and successful manipulations here, as well as to actually write something with my new favorite OT3.

Boromir may have come as even more of a shock to me, actually. I very quickly went from "distant fondness but very little interest" in Boromir to taking great delight in him, thanks in largest part to Dead Faces in the Water, Dead Faces Everywhere (and a little bit to Two Fell Into Shadow, although most of that was written or at least sketched-out earlier; but I'm counting it, because I don't think I realized how much fun he was fifteen years ago or so when I was writing it initially). Also, of course, his part in And In The Darkness To Unmake Them, although I haven't gotten to the point of posting any of his Grey Company chapters yet (shhh). He's such a wonderful sort of "I did not sign up for any of this; I have no idea what's happening; but I Am Participating Anyway!" sort of character, dragged out of his element commanding Minas Tirith's armies (where he's an extremely competent and confident fellow) and tossed into this baffling world of weirdness full of elves and magic and nonsense, for which he is so ill-equipped and ill-prepared. And yet he gamely goes along with it, because it needs doing! Whatever the fuck it is! He has no idea!

And last but certainly not least: Gimli, although this one may be less of a surprise; but it was a surprise to me how often I ended up writing from his perspective. I did not expect that, because I'm much more interested in elves (especially Mirkwood elves) than I am dwarves in general, and I've done a lot less world-building (a lot less) for Erebor than I have Mirkwood; but it's so much fun using Gimli as "the sensible perspective" (as well as an excuse to get really flowery with my wording sometimes, shhh!), not to mention an extremely astute and observant one, that he makes for a very addictive viewpoint character. I actually ended up having to make a conscious effort to switch to Legolas's pov sometimes, in fact, because it was so easy and charming to fall into Gimli's head and stay there! That was definitely a surprise to me.

3 Unexpected Inspirations:

This fucking dream! I still don't know what the hell happened to me that night, but it sure was unique and extremely unexpected!

And quite startling was the time where seeing the Legolas-always-looks-back-for-Gimli gif-post from the LotR movies cross my tumblr dash right to an Orpheus-and-Eurydice poll basically popped this whole-ass story fully formed into my head in one big rush of inspiration. Although the same thing happened with this post and And His Hands Ran With Gold and Shadow, so maybe I should stop thinking "random post on tumblr" is unexpected inspiration...

And uhhh....this XD

3 WIPs You're Excited About in the Upcoming Year:

And His Hands Ran With Gold and Shadow which I swear I will get back into working-on as soon as I get some of my other ongoing stuff finished, because I absolutely adore it! and I definitely want to write more on it! very much so! but the vibes required for writing it are so different from the other stuff that it's hard to switch back-and-forth between it and them (same goes for the zombie-fic).

An As-Yet-Untitled story set many, many, many years after the end of the War of the Ring in the Undying Lands, where our three beloved Hobbits (and one Dwarf) living on those timeless shores discuss their mortal lives, and decide when and whether to let them end.

The sequel to The Dark Reborn, because I am at some point going to drag my brain back into the galaxy far, far away enough to start reading and writing Star Wars fic again, and I fucking will finish this fucking awesome sequel trilogy fic I started, kriff it!!!

3 People Tagged to Share Theirs:

Tagging with zero pressure: @babybat98 @bifuriouswaterbender @katajainen

#if you've already done this and i just tagged you again forgive and ignore me #i haven't had a chance to look at my dash yet today (i was at work and then reading the new murderbot ahhhhhhhhhh so good!!!!)#or! if you'd like to take the opportunity to talk about even MORE stories! feel free to make a second post with the runner-up fics lol #writing year wrapped #my writing #my stuff #ask meme #lotr fanfiction #gigolas #gimleaf #silvergifting #legolas #gimli #celebrimbor x narvi #silverdoorsgifting #that's right i'm MAKING UP MY OWN SHIP NAME for this ot3 and NOBODY CAN STOP ME

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so-very-small · 1 year

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so i can’t stop thinking about g/t LoTR. therefore:

Fellowship But With A Tiny Headcanons

(under a readmore because this gets long)

Aragorn - You would genuinely never feel unsafe in this mans hands. When he finds you he makes himself appear as nonthreatening as possible, and when he promises no harm will come to you he MEANS that. He’d even get a small sword made for you, and make sure you know how to use it.

Boromir - He does his absolute best to make you feel safe and included, and loves to show off in front of you. You know those ‘showing my cat items he’s never seen before’ memes? That would be Boromir with a tiny, showing them all of Gondor. Unlike most of the Fellowship, he’d keep you a secret from everyone.

Legolas - You would never be able to sleep. Constant energy, if you’re not clinging to his cloak for dear life while he’s sprinting through the woods, he’s fidgeting with you in his hands. The only person he’d tell about you is Gimli, showing you to him once before going “No one would ever believe you.”

Gimli - The most considerate giant ever. Always making sure you’re alright, you’re warm, you’re fed. He loves to tell you stories and poems of the line of Durin and his home, and eagerly listens whenever you tell him about your past. Anyone within a two foot radius of you without permission gets to meet his axe.

Gandalf - From the way he treats you, you’re not the first tiny he’s met. He has a delicate little way of handling you - so precise and careful down to the smallest movements, it’s almost uncanny. He talks to you like you’re just as tall as him, and would never make you feel lesser for being small. (And he builds you tiny fireworks!)

Sam - The man treats you like you’re absolutely normal sized. He never talks down to you, will fight to make sure you’re heard in conversations, asks your opinion on everything. Out of everyone, he’d be the most protective, always making sure you’re safe and being treated equally by everyone who meets you.

Frodo - A little stand off-ish at first - interaction with a strange tiny thing isn’t his favorite past time, but warms up to you quick. It doesn’t take long for him to fix you up a cozy, doll sized room in Bag End. Adores chatting with you about his adventures, whether it be trips to Mount Doom, or late night get togethers with the other Hobbits.

Pippin - Being tiny around Pippin would be chaos, but high risk high reward. If you survive all the shenanigans, it’s an endless stream of the best giant stolen snacks and pipeweed forever.

Merry - He has a special pocket with a button close, otherwise you would have fallen out by now with all the intense adventures you get up to. Whether it be running around the Shire, or hanging out with Eowyn, it’s never a quiet moment.

#g/t #giant tiny #ive literally been thinking of giant boromir non fucking stop

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blankdblank · 1 year

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You needed your hands, both of them. The disaster of an office you had walked into required some hard repairs, so the toddler you had been left custody of after your twin of a cousin’s passing out in Lothlorien was taken somewhere you knew might keep them secure and occupied for hours to come. Nonstop to counter his stories on Gimli he had shared to no end Gloin had shared of how Dis had left her sons often in the care of Thorin, even while he slept.

Sound sleepers all the same Dwarves were hard wired to care for their pebbles even in their sleep. Meaning should you lay an infant across one’s chest and fold their hands atop the child it will remain safe and the slightest of disturbance will switch the holder of said child into protection mode.

So that was where you left her.

Atop the chest of the Dwarf King, who sounded by his snores in a try to suck the very roof of the mountain down, tenderly the girl was nestled on her back, and on your toes his farthest arm was pulled by a pinch of his wrinkled sleeve to draw the hand to rest over her belly. It’s twin was soon added and almost instantly the entire body beneath the rag doll of a baby subtly adjusted itself and you gave the sight a satisfied and impressed nod.

“Back in a few hours,” you whispered and leaned in to kiss her tiny cheek then soundlessly scurried out of the apartment you quietly sealed shut to go hurry and see how much work you could get done.

“Mm,” wide open the eyes of the King snapped at the out of place noise inside his apartment that had his eyes and head on swivel of the surrounding room both for hint of danger and what time he was currently in. Both his nephews were fully grown and Dis had not given birth to her expected daughters so the child on his chest had his heart in a fight to thunder, had his body not known it would stir the sleeping child.

“Who are you?” He whispered breathlessly and simply laid his head down on his pillow to wonder of someone had left him with watch of a child or if he had taken a slumbering stroll and kidnapped one.

A move sure to put his reign down in infamy. His future Queen had gone on a trip to visit family amongst the small half Elf/Hobbit settlement within the Elven woodlands of Lothlorien. A prized settlement for those Elves as it kept the sound of children ever frequent and the boat craftsmen in business for ample barge themed events for their enchanted river encircled lands that helped to keep said prized citizens safe from intruders.

Just once he had shared a night and bed with her, and ever since his head raced with dreams of an heir he felt for decades now barred from possible. Eleven months to the day she had been gone with him to settle the worst of the wedding plans, the technical and political ones he had charged himself with to not worry her with the tragic news of a relative said to be on the verge of passing that just arrived. Now this child snatching predicament was literally upon him.

“Balin,” he whispered next hearing the telling knock and footfalls afterwards sounding until his excited cousin was stopped at the side of the bed to stare affectionately down at the child. “Balin, I might have stolen a child.” He whispered with a panic in his gaze that had his cousin chuckle softly, “You laugh,” Thorin managed to catch his disbelieving scoff to not rouse the child and he said, “I awoke to an infant upon my chest! And no trace of its origins! I can hear the other Dwarf Councilors now...”

“You should, when I open the door again, everyone is elated, our future Queen has returned, and with hold of a swaddled child in tow. Mahal shines upon our halls, the child will not inherit but the Durin line is extended and marks proof of a healthy heir once you are wedded in contract! The child now negates need for standard pomp and merely reduces the requirements to public coronation, proclamation and wedded bliss!” Balin lit up with cheeks puffing up to the squeaking yawn and grumble of the child who barely managed to stretch a leg then fell silent and still again aside from the noise of soft sound breaths.

“Cancel my meetings, I cannot move.”

“Already done, we had presumed the pair had come here but sight of our yet to be Queen in a blaze of her office to right it again I imagined I might arrive to find my newest related pebble added to our lineage and the name to properly record to our family ledgers.”

“I was asleep,” he whispered, and warmth seeped through his chest to the creep of tears into his eyes while he fought the urge to move in a try to nestle the child into his cheeks. “I have a child.” Frail and unthought of his happiness exploded every last morsel of grief and doubt these past decades and eleven months doled out on him.

“Thorin, I did not birth her..” you said softly to the Dwarf now humming a lullaby to the toddler being lowered into its crib loaned from Dis out of her own nursery while one was being crafted for the new recorded Princess.

“She has the Durin eyes,” he mused to her final shut of her eyes mid squeaking yawn and curl into the blanket palms righted around their small body. “And your hair.” Shaking your head you simply stretched your aching back and arms, soon to be taken to bed yourself to be massaged and shown oh so tenderly how much your now husband cherished you and your little girl.

Though not yours outside of adoption, sized against newborn Dwarf pebbles she was right on mark to have been born with enough of a grace period for your recovery prior to travel home to the mountain to show her off. Not the first heir born afar to spare travel on the mother until afterwards when elated second parent and child would meet. And for all the days of reminders to come of the ignored truth soon enough cousin to said beaming husband and King would be proven right with news to bellow through the halls of his kingdom another heir was underway to meet him and his kin soon.

@theincaprincess @lilith15000 @devilishminx328 @jesevans @deepestfirefun added you deep in case you wanted a cute story this morning. :)

#Thorin x reader #the hobbit #Balin #Thorin #returning future Queen #surprise baby #sleepwalking fright #lotr #dwarf pebbles #dwarf culture #cute

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darklordsauron · 2 years

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I WATCHED THE RINGS OF POWER EPISODE 2 (illegally) SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO (PART 2):

IT IS ACTUALLY BETTER THAN EPISODE 1 BUT NOT BY A LOT.

As always a list of bad things and good things (which expanded a bit).

BAD THINGS-

Nori (the Harfoot we follow) seems to suffer from chosen one syndrome because she uses the typical line 'he fell here for a reason.' She thinks she is important but she is just annoying.

Her friend Poppy is just the plain comic relief and is also annoying. Like they just saw the 'stranger' (who probably is one of the Isitari) plummet to the ground and when Nori nears him, they start cracking up jokes. (Hobbits are jokey creatures but when things are serious they adjust themselves to the situation).

The stranger must be an Isitari because he sends fireflies into the air the same way Gandalf does with moths. If he is, it furthers Amazon's disrespect towards the source material because the Isitari made their appearance later in the second age in a different manner.

Once again I am forced to peck on Galadriel. This elleth (whom is shorter than the humans because Amazon has no respect for the source material) almost swam the whole stretch of the ocean between Valinor and 'Middle Earth' until she hitchhikes with knock-off Aragorn (Whom I think is Sauron).

There was a group of humans who rescued her, they're not important but yeah, their dialog is written with tragic stupidity. They call Galadriel a liar even though she said nothing that could be considered a truth or a lie. (Shows the limited capacity of the writers' brains).

Arondir (I rembered his name, yay!) is like the Amazon Spock/Legolas. Still a very 2D character along with his cliché girlfriend, Bronwyn.

On the subject of Bronwyn, she needs to get a babysitter or something for her son, Theo (something along those lines), cause boy gets himself in tons of trouble and he has some anger issues (plus he is a thief). I call it here first, Sauron is going to make him his disciple or something because he has the dark sword.

More non-Tolkien beasts are introduced. Most prominent of which is a dinosaur looking thing in the ocean.

The prop hammers the dwarf prince Durin uses when challenging Elrond is so obviously plastic and light. Even the actors can't make them look heavy or made of metal.

And why do the humans hate the elves? I know in the books they don't really trust or like each other but they were not outright enemies.

Still no respect for the source material or the legend, J.R.R Tolkien.

GOOD THINGS-

Kazad-dum looks absolutely gorgeous. The CGI is better in the second episode compared to the first. Well done on this.

Elrond, despite his awful haircut and his costumes for this episode sucking, develops personality in this episode and actually makes it into being a likeable character. Canonically, according to the books, he should be more modest (and definitely not politically ambitious).

Durin and Disa, despite her lack of beard, is the best and I will die for them. They truly capture the Dwarven spirit we are used to from Gimli and the company of Thorin Oakenshield. Disa is by far my favourite character as she has spunk and personality, which I believe all Dwarven women have.

Celebrimbor, despite looking older than his ancient, great-aunt Galadriel, plays his character rather coolly. He has this pompous but still lordly air around him that I can respect.

The orcs design is phenomenal. I can see where most of the budget went.

Now comes something I never hoped to address, fandom issues. Guys wether you hate ROP or like it. That's your opinion. Don't bully or judge someone based on this trivial matter. (I have noticed that some of the people who are more loyal towards the books dislike the show, and some of the people who fancy the movies more like the show.) If you like it, like it. If you don't like, then don't like it. Either way, no hate intended. This is just my opinion.

I have to admit my criticism over the first episode was harsh but as a die hard fan, they kind of deserved it (it's not like they're going to see my post anyway.)

Okay. That's all I have to say. See you again for episode 3.

#lord of the rings #the rings of power #tolkien #lotr on prime #rings of power #amazon series #fuck amazon #the second one is bettet #but not by a lot #lotr amazon #my brain is less fucked #Disa and Durin 4 life #get a better wardrobe #galadriel #the mary sue #let the third one be better #ROP #More like RIP

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unendingwanderlust · 7 months

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Welcome to my first ever Kinktober! The following is a list of every story I'll post for the event. Links will be added as each story is uploaded to AO3. Enjoy!

FLUFFTOBER MASTERLIST | WHUMPTOBER ENTRIES

DAY 1: PEGGING | F!Gimli/Legolas Gothic Romance, AU - Lighthouse Keeper, Ghosts & Hauntings, Rimming, Facesitting

Being a dwarrowdam of the ancient line of Durin was never easy. Even more so for Gimli, daughter of Geiri, who was named after one of her most glorious ancestors and yet could not even boast one average deed during her hitherto lifetime.

Deeply unsatisfied and feeling like something important is missing, Gimli accepts a job as a lighthouse keeper. Everything goes smoothly until she meets the ghost of the previous keeper…

DAY 3: HATE SEX | Gimli/Legolas Secret Relationship, Plot What Plot, Rough Sex, Anal Sex

They can bicker all day and find each other ridiculously attractive; these are not mutually exclusive. It is not as if they are going to get married and sail to Valinor together. This is simply a release...

Or so Legolas keeps telling himself...

DAY 4: RIMMING | Thorin/Thranduil Plot What Plot, Dom/sub, Bondage, Anal Sex, Part of the Summitry series

During the daytime and around others, Thranduil treats Thorin with the decorum of a fellow king. At night and in private on the other hand…

DAY 5: COLLARING | Arwen/Tauriel Plot What Plot, Dark!Arwen, AU - Sauron Wins, Slavery, Cunnilingus, Throne Sex

Tauriel was a tough one to break. This does not mean that Arwen did not enjoy every moment of the process. Now, Tauriel does not even glare at Arwen when she is commanded to strip to bare skin and kneel before the throne. She keeps green eyes lowered to the floor as she obeys her queen...

DAY 6: DUBCON | Thorin/Bilbo Angst, Dragon Sickness, Possessive!Thorin, Throne Sex, Hand Jobs, Part of the A World Of Our Own series

Bilbo blinked the tears away. Was the Thorin he had known and grown to love gone forever? The creature that had replaced him was not even a dwarf by any stretch of the imagination. Bilbo recognized his current terror as the same that had gripped his heart when he had come face to face with Smaug for the first time...

DAY 12: COSTUMES | Sigrid/Tauriel Modern Middle Earth, Ficlet, Part of the There Goes The Neighborhood series

“You could hand-stitch this entire situation,” Tauriel gestures at the little flowers embroidered at her waist, “but not add more fabric?”

Sigrid squeezes Tauriel’s breasts together. The dress may not expose them, but the only thing holding it in place is a prayer. “How obvious it is that you don't know anything about fashion…”

DAY 13: MENOPHILIA | Serana/F!Dragonborn Outdoor Sex, Period Sex, Cunnilingus

Vampires do not have a particularly sensitive sense of smell. Serana does not even need to breathe, for crying out loud! And yet, the Dragonborn's scent is driving her crazy. It has for days now...

DAY 14: ORGASM DENIAL | Bard/Thorin/Thranduil Established Relationship, Plot What Plot, Dom/sub, Anal Sex, Facials, Part of the Summitry series

“What if I touched him without bringing him to completion?” Bard blurts before his brain can catch up with his mouth. “Would you allow this?”

Thorin muffles his keen into a smooth thigh.

Thranduil smirks and his voice lowers to a luxuriant purr. “My, oh my. You are so cruel, Bard.”

“You are right. It is a terrible idea-”

“And I love it,” Thranduil lifts himself on his elbows. “I shall allow it…”

DAY 16: PUBLIC | Gimli/Legolas Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Mutual Masturbation, Porn With Feelings

After visiting Fangorn forest with Legolas, Gimli proclaims a deep love for the woods. His closest friends and kin scratch their heads in confusion at the sudden change of heart. Here’s what really happened…

DAY 17: THREESOME | Bard/Thorin/Thranduil Established Relationship, Plot What Plot, A Little Jealousy, Anal Sex, Part of the Summitry series

By some miracle, or perhaps excellent blackmail, Thorin convinces Thranduil to invite them for a drink after nightfall. Crippling silence prevails, only broken by Thranduil's offended mumbling of one word among sips of wine: fishing. Thranduil speaks it as if it single-handedly destroyed his family, pillaged his homeland, and took a pair of scissors to his favorite robes.

By the fifth time the word is spoken, Thorin snaps. “Will you get over it already?!”

“This is all your fault, Thorin,” Thranduil jabs an accusing finger at him...

DAY 18: SPANKING | Giles/Buffy Established Relationship, Ficlet

“Really?” Giles asks with a furrow in his brow.

“Really,” Buffy declares, as if she didn't just shamelessly admit that she wants him to bend her over his lap and spank her…

DAY 19: EXHIBITIONISM & VOYEURISM | Sigrid/Tauriel Modern Middle Earth, AU - Neighbors, Part of the There Goes The Neighborhood series

As summer turns to fall, a new tenant moves into the apartment across from Tauriel’s living room…

DAY 21: PANTIES & LINGERIE | Sigrid/Tauriel Modern Middle Earth, AU - Neighbors, First Time/Loss of Virginity, Part of the There Goes The Neighborhood series

Tauriel has decided: today is the day she has run out of sugar, and she’s going to ask the cute neighbor across the street for a cup.

Or, at least, this was the plan until the cute neighbor herself appeared at her door…

DAY 22: BONDAGE | Bard/Thorin/Thranduil Established Relationship, Ficlet, Part of the Summitry series

Bard pretends not to notice how Thorin's breath hitches as soon as his touch makes light contact with his bare skin. He turns to Thranduil. “I thought you were going to read the terms of the new trade agreement.”

Thranduil surveys his work, slips a finger between the rope and Thorin's wrists to ensure that it will not cut off his circulation. Then, he tugs, testing the knot. “And I am. But first, I like to have a view while I work...”

DAY 23: DEEPTHROATING | Bard/Legolas Plot What Plot, Oral Sex, Public

After the Battle of Five Armies, Legolas has decided to travel north. However, before he leaves, he has a confession to make…

DAY 24: CROSSDRESSING | Sigrid/Tauriel Modern Middle Earth, AU - Neighbors, Established Relationship, Mentions of Drugs, Part of the There Goes The Neighborhood series

Ten minutes before the show is scheduled to start, Sigrid tugs at Tauriel's wrist to pull her aside. The look on her face reads that she's two seconds away from committing murder, but her ire doesn't seem to be directed at Tauriel. “Remember when you joked that the secret ingredient for your hot chocolate was cocaine? Well, this is true in the modeling world.”

Tauriel's eyebrows climb to her hairline. “Excuse me?”

“My model just overdosed in the restroom and we can't find a replacement,” Sigrid blurts out. “But you're about his height, so you could do this for me, right? With a few quick alterations, this won't be a complete fiasco!”

DAY 25: EDGEPLAY | Thranduil/Thranduil's Wife Best Friends To Lovers, Bodyguard Romance, Knife Play, First Time/Loss of Virginity, Light Femdom, Sexual Shame, Part of the A World Of Our Own series

“Have you ever… had a dream, one that was so lovely and at the same time one that made you wonder what is wrong with you for enjoying it so much?”

Thranduil assumed that he would fall in battle, but it looks like he is going to die of embarrassment instead…

DAY 26: MASTURBATION | Faith/Buffy Possession, Bath, Set during S4 E16

After stealing Buffy's body, Faith sates her curiosity...

DAY 27: DOUBLE PENETRATION IN TWO HOLES | Bard/Thorin/Thranduil Plot What Plot, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Part of the Summitry Series

In Erebor, Thorin enjoys being the center of all attention…

DAY 28: BODY WORSHIP | Giles/Buffy Established Relationship, Ficlet

Giles begins with her lips: soft kisses, reverent and adoring...

DAY 31: CUDDLING | Bard/Thranduil Modern Middle Earth, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot, Anal Sex

Bard and Thranduil's scary movie marathon doesn't go as planned…

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numenorrex · 1 year

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Why I Like the World of Tolkien So Much

Why do I like the world of Tolkien so much? Is it because I like that it is medieval-inspired or because it is majestic? Ever since I watched The Lord of the Rings movies by Peter Jackson I was amazed by the beauty of the world and its geography, and how the characters and locations were brought to life. Not only was it majestic and medieval-inspired–it was the most amazing thing I saw in my entire life.

But I found out that there is more. There were stories before the Lord of the Rings like The Hobbit which is about Bilbo Baggins going on adventures and The Silmarillion which is like everything in one like the Bible. I was shocked to learn about these stories and the biology of every being in the World of Arda.

I found out Arda is the name of the World or Earth in Tolkien’s works. I was introduced to a character named Eru Illuvatar who is known as God in Tolkien’s works and the Ainur who are the angels/gods who are divided into two groups The Valar who are based on Christianity, Norse Mythology and Greek mythology, and the Maiar who are the angels.

The Valar like Manwe and Varda based on Zeus and Hera from Greek Mythology, Odin and Frigg from Norse, Joseph and Mama Mary from Christianity, Ulmo based on Poseidon, Mandos based on Hades from Greek and Hela from Norse, Melkor aka Morgoth based on Satan, Nienna, Vaire, Aule based on Hephaestus, Yvanna based on Demeter, Vanna, Orome, Tulkas, Este and Nessa.

The Maiar are servants of the Valar, in earlier versions the Maiar are the sons and daughters of the Valar but they were changed to be servants instead of children. The Maiar include the Istari or Wizards like Gandalf, Saruman, Radagast, and the Blue Wizards, Eonwe, Osse and Iluin, Melian, Mairon (later named Sauron), and the Balrogs.

It is possible that characters like werewolves, vampires, and other characters like Ungoliant and Tom Bombadil are Ainur but Tom Bombadil is actually the Spirit created by the song of the Ainur.

Some Valar like Aule, Yvanna and Melkor created their own people Aule created the Dwarves, Yvanna created the Ents, but Aule felt that creating a race of people is mistake so he tried to destroy his creation but Illuvatar stopped him, like how God stopped Abraham from sacrificing Isaac, Yvanna feared that the Dwarves the Creation of her husband would cut her Trees so she begged Manwe and Eru to create a new race of people known as Ents, Melkor wanted to create his own race of beings with the Flame imperishable or the Secret Fire but it only is part of Eru alone, so Melkor decided to take action during the song Ainur, Melkor does his Discord but Eru tells Melkor that he is Mighty but He alone is the creator, which makes Melkor unhappy but he hides his feelings, But due to the discord it created a dark spirit named Ungoliant who takes the form of a Spider and the mother of the Spiders like Shelob, Melkor did create other creatures by corrupting some of the Elves and became known as Orcs, Trolls were made by Melkor in mockery of Ents, Dragons and other foul creatures.

Another thing I like about Tolkien’s World are the many Peoples of Middle Earth, also known as the Children of Illuvatar. They are races of beings like Elves, Men, Dwarves, and Hobbits. Elves are the firstborn children of Illuvatar, They’re immortal and stay young even if they reach 90, 100, or more. If Elves die they go to the Halls of the Vala Mandos to be re-embodied. Humans or Men are Mortal and live shorter lives, which is a Gift from Illuvatar Himself. However, One Man did fell in love with an Elf and They are Beren and Luthien. Beren and Luthien along with Tuor and Idril started a new race known as the Half Elves like Dior Eluchîl, Elured and Elurin, Ellwing, Earendil, Elrond, Elros, Elledan and Elrohir, Arwin and the line of Numenor. Dwarves are actually adopted by Eru along with Hobbits, but Dwarves and Hobbits like Men are Mortal. Dwarves like Durin, Thorin and Company, and Gimli live in Caves that they established as their Kingdoms and Mines. Hobbits live in Hobbit holes which are built on hills. I really love characters like Frodo, Bilbo, Sam, and everyone, and they even reflect Tolkien himself Because it reflects his life with his friends and family.

Beren and Luthien is a couple that was based on Tolkien’s love story with his wife Edith. Beren was a Man who fled an attack from Sauron’s fortress Tol in Gaurhoth, traveling to the Mountains and Valley where Ungoliant’s Spiderlings lived and reaching Neldoreth where he meets Luthien and was Tasked to steal a Silmaril from Morgoth’s Crown to win his blessing to Luthien’s father Elu Thingol. Luthien was an Elf but not your ordinary elf as she was half-Maia, and her Mother Melian is Maia, Melian met Thingol in a small forest called Nan Elmoth, where she created a girdle surrounding Doriath and Neldoreth. Luthien helped her love, Beren, along with Huan the Valinorian Hound to steal a Silmaril. Beren decides to steal all three of them but his knife breaks and runs with Luthien to escape Angband but Beren loses his hand and the Silmaril to Carcharoth the Werewolf, Thingol decides to wed Beren and Luthien and hunt the wolf down but it claimed the lives of Beren, Huan, and Luthien but Luthien sang a song to Mandos about her grief and she along with Beren where brought back. Beren and Luthien would have a son named Dior who would later succeed his Grandfather as King of Doriath. Beren and Luthien did die one last time, although Luthien was half-elf, half-Maia she gave up her immortality to be with Beren one last time.

Orcs are another race of being in Middle Earth. It is believed that they were elves once before Melkor corrupted them. When they multiply in number they can participate in many battles. Orcs along with Goblins, Uruk Hai, and Man Orcs serve Morgoth, Sauron, The Witch King, and Saruman and are loyal to their evil masters. Hobgoblins are superior orcs like the Uruk Hai they are strong and smart. There are also orcs like Azog, Bolg, Shagrat, and Radbug who are vicious in many of their own ways. Orcs use terms like “snaga” which means slave in Black speech. Another term they use is “snufflers” which is how they refer to their wide nostrils.

Another race that serves Morgoth is the race of Trolls. While Orcs are mockeries of Elves, the Trolls are mockeries of the Ents. There are many Trolls in Middle Earth. Hill Trolls live in Hills and are seen opening the Black Gate. Cave Trolls are another type of Troll that live in caves, like the one we see in Moria in the Fellowship of the Ring. Mountain Trolls live in Mountains and are known to push the battering ram called Grond to ram the gates into Minas Tirith. Snow Trolls are rare in Middle Earth but we did see one in the Rings of Power TV show and they are mentioned in the story of Helm Hammerhand to describe Helm as he was looking for food and fighting off enemies with his bare hands. Half Trolls like Half-Orcs and Goblin Men are a mix between Trolls and Men. The Olog Hai, meaning Troll people, (like Uruk Hai means Orc People) are a group of Trolls known for war, as we see in the battle at the Black Gate in Return of the King. And there are the Three Stone Trolls: Bert, Tom, and Bill, whom Bilbo and Thorin’s company meet in The Hobbit.

Ents and Huorns are races of being in Middle Earth that resemble Trees. Ents and Entwives (like Treebeard, Fimbrethil, and Quickbeam), and Huorns like Old Man Willow live in forests like the old forest and Fangorn. We don’t see the Entwives in the films because the Entwives disappeared during the War of the Last Alliance in the Second Age, when Sauron burned the Gardens of the Entwives.

We cannot forget about the animals of Middle Earth. Middle Earth has so many animals either domesticated or wild. Animals like Dogs such as Huan the Hound, and the dogs of Farmer Maggot, cats like the cats of Queen Beruthiel, horses and ponies like Bill the Pony, Nahar, Snowmane, Shadowfax, Felarof, and the Mearas, Asfaloth and Rochallor, wolves, wargs and werewolves like Drauglin, Carcharoth and wargs of the Uruks of Isengard and Bolg’s forces, Vampires and Bats like Thuringwethil (Fact: Sauron in the story of Beren and Luthien shapeshifts into a werewolf to fight Huan and a vampire to flee), Spiders or Ungol like Ungoliant, Shelob, The Spiders of Mirkwood and the Spiders of Nandungortheb and Ered Gorgoroth, Dragons which include both Fire and Cold Drakes like Glaurung, Ancalagon, the Beast of Gondolin, Gostir, Scatha and Smaug, Hellhawks or Fell Beasts, Birds like the Great Eagles and other various creatures.

I also love the places and locations of Middle Earth. Places like the lands of Beleriand, The island of Numenor and the lands we all know and loved in the movies.

The artifacts are another thing I love. Artifacts like The Silmarils, Phials, The Rings of Power, The Arkenstone and Various Treasures and Weapons like the Swords, Axes, Bows and Arrows and Hammers and Maces. Swords like Anglachel aka Gurthang, Anguriel, Glamdring, Orcrist and Sting, Narsil aka Anduril, the Morgul blade, etc. Bows and Arrows like the Red arrow, the Bow of Legolas, etc. Axes like Dramborleg, Durin’s Axe, The Red axe of Dain Ironfoot, The Axe of Gimli, The Hammers like the Smithing Hammers of Celebrimbor and the Gwaith I mir dain and the Maces like Grond the Mace of Morgoth to whom the Battering Ram is named after.

But why do I love these things? Because I was fascinated by how the lore describes them. The feeling is what reflects us and Tolkien himself like how Beren and Luthien is based on his love story with his wife and the names were written in their tombstone after they passed away. The friendship between Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin reflects the Tea Club and Barrovian Society, the club Tolkien founded when he met Geoffrey Bache Smith, Christopher Wiseman, and Robert Gilson. Geoffrey was the Samwise Gamgee to Tolkien’s Frodo Baggins, and Edith was the Luthien to Tolkien’s Beren. I too describe myself as these characters like I am the Frodo to my brother’s Samwise but I’m also the Bilbo, Thorin, and Theoden to the children who are new to our family, and The Beren or Aragorn to maybe someone I would fall in love with, but when I saw the Tolkien Movie, I knew that I would also be like him, to start and bring back the Club he started at a very young age, fall in love and write a love story or tell a story about fellowship and friendship and maybe I would succeed everyone like Tolkien until the end.

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 2 years

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For Hearth & Stone

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0bvVuJZ

by Elahrairah_Inle

The Battle of the Five Armies nearly wiped out the line of Durin; Thorin, Fili, and Kili live in spite of Azog's best efforts, but they are not the same as they once were. Kili persists in mourning, Fili is broken, and Thorin tries to cope by throwing himself wholeheartedly into the business of rebuilding his Kingdom Under the Mountain. Bilbo is back in the Shire, Gandalf is off doing...whatever it is that Gandalf does when there's not a crisis...and life in Erebor does its best to return to some semblance of normalcy. But one fateful morning destroys much of the progress Thorin has made, and he suddenly finds himself in dire need of both the practical and the political.

Practical: A master mason.

Political: A wife.

Kivi Journeyman knows she's the answer to Thorin's practical concern. But she carries memories and secrets that make her bound and determined NOT to be the answer to his political problem. Unfortunately, thanks to cave-ins, courtly balls, and compromising conundrums, Thorin begins to have other ideas. Little does he know, however, that to win a certain dwarf-maid's hand, he'll either pay a heavy price or lose all that he loves for good.

Words: 4613, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Dís (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Thranduil (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Kíli (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Frodo Baggins, Original Female Dwarf Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Glóin's Wife, Gimli (Son of Glóin), Bard the Bowman, Tilda (Hobbit Movies), Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Bain of Dale, Dáin Ironfoot

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Fíli (Tolkien)/Original Female Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Original Male Character(s), Kili/Tauriel (mention), Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins (unrequited), Dís/Dwalin (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien)/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Dwarf Courting, Dwarf Women, Dwarf Sex, Badass Dwarf Women, Dwarf History & Lore, Dwarf Marriage, Battle of Five Armies Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Smut, Stubborn Thorin, Durin Family Feels (Tolkien), Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bisexual Character, Near Death Experiences, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape Recovery, Healing, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys, Friends to Lovers, Male-Female Friendship, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Male Friendship, Female Friendship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Romantic Angst

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tilions · 3 years

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hey! yo! you mind talking a bit more about the extended fëanorian family ocs you have? how many there are, how they’re related, when they’re born, the rough arc of their life?

Hello thank you for your ask! No I don't mind talking about them at all! I love them all very much but please be prepared that this is going to be a long one and that I couldn't even fit everything I want to talk about in here

I have talked about Maglor's, Caranthir's and Curufin's wives before so I left them out on purpose. So I'm just going to talk about the third and fourth generation here.

If you exclude Elrond and Elros Maglor and his wife Cellin have four children and in order of their birth their names are Gilloth, Nelladon, Gilrin and Belegur. Gilloth has a son named Arrod, none of the other three are married or have children. Curufin and his wife Aiwë have one more child besides Celebrimbor, Aracundo. Celebrimbor himself has a son named Aenion. Caranthir and Calairie remain childless. I'm not sure yet where Gil-Galad belongs family wise in my headcanon but let's just assume he's Orodreth's son for convenience.

I don't exactly have stories for them all. Aracundo, Nelladon and Aenion are probably the most fleshed out one's when it comes to their stories but I love them all regardless.

A badly drawn family tree for reference. If you want some more details there are about 2k words of bullet points under the cut :)

Gilloth

Daughter of one of Maedhros's guards and Maglor's second in command

Born some time before the Nirnaeth Arnoediad

Both her parents die in the Nirnaeth, and she is taken in by Maglor and his wife Cellin and is raised as their daughter

Loses her voice during the War of Wrath but refuses to tell anyone how it happened (possible Trauma related?)

Helps Celebrimbor run Eregion in the S.A

Is very interested in architecture and has great talent

Also helps with the construction of Rivendell and moves there after Eregion falls

Has great impact on her siblings upbringing

She and Erestor start courting after Glorfindel locks them in a room together and only allows them out after Erestor confesses his feelings

They marry mid Third Age

Their only child is called Araráto or Arrod in Sindarin

Because Maglor has given all his children a father name (be they his real children or not) she got one as well

It's Tintanárë (Sparkling Fire)

She's very close with Aracundo especially during the latter half of the second Age and the early Third Age

Her favourite people in Middle Earth are dwarves. She gets along well with them and even learns some Khuzdul from Narvi because she can't just reveal the secret

She is very strong at Oswanë and uses is constantly to communicate

Elrond has a lot of headaches because she directs her absurd thoughts at him to annoy him

Arrod is her sunshine and she would die for him

Not a very good warrior but she's doing her best

Aracundo

Second Born son of Curufin and Aiwë of the Teleri

Fathername: Artafinwë (Exalted Finwë)

He's my depressed disaster gay

Tall boy™ (maybe even taller than Maedhros?)

Born: 464 F.A (same year as Turin because reasons) in Nargothrond

He doesn't remember his dad because his parents parted ways after the Lúthien incident

He grows up in Cirdans care because that's where his mom took him

His best friend growing up was Ereinion even though the other is several years older than him

He doesn't have a lot of temperament and is more like his mother, calm and sensitive

Fights in the War of Wrath as Ereinion's second in command but is more known for his strategies and not for his actions on the battlefield

He and Ereinion get married early into the Second Age (yes he's Gil-Galad's husband and they love each other very much fight me)

He goes absolutely berserk once he sees his brother used as a banner of Sauron's forces after Eregion falls and probably takes down half their army by himself

People who knew Maedhros had a very very vivid flashback that day

When his mother sails not long after he remains in Middle Earth to fight Sauron

He gets much more quiet and reserved after losing his brother, mother and nephew in one go

He is very much pro Last Alliance and openly supports Elendil but mostly because he wants to avenge Celebrimbor's death

Uh… you know who dies during that battle? Ereinion and Aracundo blames himself for it

He stops speaking and becomes a shadow of himself afterwards

Refuses both the crown and Vilya

Lives with Cirdan for some time but moves to Rivendell after Celebrían sails to support Elrond

Has no big part in the second ring war

He sails alongside Cirdan and Celeborn

His life gets from good to worse to tragic to suffering

But he gets reunited with Ereinion in Valinor so it's not a total tragedy

Nelladon

Maglor's and Cellin's first biological child

Born: 1700 S.A

Died: 2770 T.A.

Has Nerdanel's signature red hair but otherwise full on takes after his mother's side of the family

His fathername is Russanáro (copper fire)

Aso has the epithets Copperhead from the dwarves, Pityatinto (Little Sparkle) from his grandfather and Tyalmahto (Toymaker) from the Numenorians

Self sacrificing idiot (we'll get to that later)

His passion is toymaking but also woodworking but he's also a great singer and loves storytelling

For every new baby family member he makes an abundance of toys and when all of them grow up he travels the world to make toys for the children of other families

The only members of his own family to never receive a toy from him are his younger brother Belegur, as well as his cousins on his mother's side of the family (all of them are born after his death)

A very good boy, only wants to make the people happy

He finds Aenion again with the dwarves of Erebor after they establish their kingdom there

Tries to talk him into visiting their family but stays unsuccessful until his death

Speaking of his death and self sacrificing

He dies during Smaugs attack on Erebor while he tries to make time for Thrain and Thror to escape. He faces Smaug in the throne room with nothing more than a iron shield on him

And burns

He fully knew he was going to die but he did it for his friends

Probably aroace

Also the first member of the House of Fëanor to get re-embodied

Gilrin

Maglor's and Cellin's only biological daughter and Fëanor's only biological granddaughter

Born: 20 T.A.

Like Celegorm she takes after Miriel in terms of appearance but inherited her grandfather Tinwës blonde hair

Not the tallest but still like half an inch taller than Fëanor and Curufin

Has a lot of artistic talent and can paint life like images

She painted the wall painting of Isildur cutting of Sauron's finger only with a very bad sketch from Glorfindel and a mental image provided by Galadriel as a reference

Basically always happy and smiling

Hates it when she has one-sided conversations, feels like she's intruding somehow

Celebrían is her big idol and she was devastated when she got hurt and had to sail

Was even more devastated after Nelladons death and isolated herself for a while

Starts traveling with Gildor and his group from that point on to get some distraction and is among the elves who meet Frodo, Pippin and Sam in the Shire

Will not sail until her parents do

Does her best to support Aragorn as the new king of Gondor because she feels like that's what's she owes to Elrond and partially also Elros even though she never met him

The most Avarian out of her siblings

Belegur

Finwë 2.0

Seriously the boy looks like Finwë as much as Arwen looks like Lúthien

People find it quite disturbing (People are Maglor, Glorfindel and Cirdan)

Fathername: Cuináro (living fire)

Born: either 3019 T.A. or somewhere between 10 and 50 Fourth Age

Youngest member of the House of Fëanor even younger than his youngest nephew

Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen and Arrod call him little uncle and he hates it (he loves it but pretends he hates it)

Spends most of his childhood in Gondor because his parents moved the like almost immediately to be with Aragorn and Arwen

Has a deeper connection to men than all of his other siblings (aside from Elros for obvious reasons)

He feels weird when he sees his best friends from childhood grow up, get children and then see those grow up and have children of their own all while he himself is still a child/teenager/going adult

When Elfwinë's son Éomund II. who he was closest with dies, Belegur is devastated

His relationship with mortality becomes rather complicated afterwards

Dedicated scholar and historian

Also only sails when his parents will

Has a very easy time befriending people

Probably the best warrior out of his biological siblings just because Gilrin hates fighting and Nelladon just doesn't care about weapons

In possession of the one Feanorian Braincell might as well have inherited it from his mother)

Aenion

Celebrimbor's son

Born somewhere between 1620 and 1680 S.A

I have no idea who his mother is, any suggestions?

Thought about making him the love child of Tyelpë and Annatar but this feels kinda weird but also hilarious

Looks like Curufin acts like Caranthir

Cantëacurufinwë™ (blame the fact that Tyelpë is called Nelyacurufinwë)

Aenion probably isn't his real mothername but he calls that himself and everyone just does the same

Grumpy cat™

Raised by dwarves after Eregion fell and stayed with Durin's line until the Sacking of Erebor (Thrain brought him to Rivendell)

Speaks almost no Sindarin but is fluent at Westron and Khuzdul

Has no interest in learning Quenya

Creative use of swear words

A Smith like almost everyone else in his father's line

If he is Sauron's child, he has very much cat eyes and you can't convince me otherwise, also the Ring would probably love him

He goes back to Erebor after the dwarves retake it and helps them rebuild it

Feels very guilty for Nelladons death because he couldn't convince him to flee with him

Can't look Cellin or Maglor in the eye because of this

Fights during the War of the Ring alongside the Dwarves of Erebor

Sails with Gimli and Legolas

Arrod

Son of Gilloth and Erestor

Born sometime after his parents wedding

Takes more after his father in terms of appearance but has been influenced a lot by Glorfindel growing up

A total goof

One of the elves who 'greet' Thorin and company when they arrive in Rivendell

Gets into unnecessary fights very often

Very protective

Loves Estel to death and is very sad when Aragorn grows up and doesn't want to be carried around piggyback style anymore

Does it anyways

Idk I have not thought about him a lot

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LOTR OC: MARIN

FRANCHISE/UNIVERSE: THE LORD OF THE RINGS PLACE OF ORIGIN: EREBOR SPECIES: DWARVE FACE CANON: ANNETTE BADLAND From the first generation of Dwarves born in Erebor after decades of nomadic life, Marin is the daughter of Dwalin with the dwarve Mana, and Balin’s niece.

Due to his long friendship with Dwalin, Glóin offered himself to be Marin’s godfather.

When Dwalin dissaperead, going to investigate the mistery of Moria with Balin and Nori, his wife Mana falled ill and died, so little Marin got raised by Glóin’s family, and she grows calling Glóin ‘uncle’ and Gimli ‘cousin’.

Marin was educated to be a modest and well behaved noble lady of Érebor. And while she is a sensitive romantic, who enjoys acts considered traditionally feminine, like dancing, music, cooking, gardening, sewing and jewelry making, she also has an adventurous curiosity and playfull personality.

One day, her uncle Glóin and Gimli travel for Rivendel to meet at the Councel of Elrond, and he decides to take Marin along because she always wanted to see the beauties of Rivendel and because he hopes that Marin and Gimli fall in love there to get married someday.

While Glóin is right about Marin getting overjoyed about the vision of Rivendel, she and Gimli don’t see each other as nothing but best friends/cousins, almost brothers. Wich gets Glóin a bit frustrated, but he soon conformes.

Marin’s attention is actually turned to the shy and wounded hobbit Frodo Baggins, the nephew of his uncle’s old friend and companion of adventures, Bilbo.

She starts teasing Frodo, blindfolding his eyes and calling him to play hide and seek games.

After sometime, Gimli and Sam Gamgee notice that Marin is flirting with Frodo, and they explain this to him, who while finded Marin atractive, was oblivious about her also feeling the same for him.

So, to start a conversation, Frodo takes a pomegranate to share with Marin, and while eating the fruit, Marin kisses Frodo’s cheeks. Frodo blushes, but them he gains courage to kiss Marin in the lips.

Glóin didn’t expect this romance between a dwarve and a hobbit, but since he likes Frodo and his uncle Bilbo, he gets happy for his niece.

When the counsel decides that Frodo will be the Ring Bearer and the Fellowship of the Ring will be formed, Marin volunteers to go along, taking her shield made of bronze and turtle’s shell. Her uncle Glóin is against it, wanting to take her to safety in Érebor. But, when Marin insists that she is determined to acompany her beloved Frodo, and the Fellowship (specially Gimli, Frodo and the other three hobbits) swear to protect her from harm, Glóin accepts her choice.

In the Mines of Moria, the Fellowship suffers the tragic loss of Gandalf at the hands of the Balrog.

Later, when they all arrival at Lothlórien, Marin searches for Frodo, and talks to him about her fear of anyone on the Fellowship dying at any moment since what happened at Moria, so she takes some line threads of her clothes and proposes that they exchange wedding vows at Lothlórien, making wedding rings of the threads.

They exchange this vows:

“With this ring, i thee wed: Marin.

With this ring, i thee wed: Frodo.

Now we are one.

Forever”.

And at night consumate them.

The time to live Lothlórien and sail the Anduin river to Minas Tirith arrives.

At the Anduim marges, when Frodo runs away from Boromir and the orcs attack, Marin is kidnapped by the orcs alongside Merry and Pippin.

Later, the trio is rescued by Threebeard and join the remaining Fellowship friends (with Marin reacting with surprise at seeing Gandalf reborn as the White Wizard) in their fight against Saruman and the Witch King’s armys.

During this time, Marin acts as a nurse for the troops, and prays for the safe return of Frodo and Samwise.

After the destruction of the ring, she is finally reunited with her beloved Frodo Baggins, and becomes the only person besides Samwise to learn about his failling in the destruction of the One Ring.

During the cellebration’s of Aragorn’s coronation and marriage to Arwen in Gondor, Marin and Frodo ask Gandalf to act as a priest and oficially bless their marriage, and them Gandalf makes an enchantment so that their rings, made of simple line threads, never be destroyed, because they are a simbol of love more precious than the Golden One Ring of Power.

During the Scouring and Reconstruction of the Shire, Marin uses the nursery abilities that she learned in the War of the Ring to help treat the wounded hobbits.

Some hobbit families are judgmental aggainst the marriage between Frodo and Marin, due to her being a dwarve, but neither of them care about the gossips.

ENDING I

One day, Gandalf comes to visit, and Marin faints during the dinner. Frodo fears that she is sick, but Gandalf thels them that actually Marin is not sick, but pregnant. Months later, she gives birth to a daughter, who is called Mithril Baggins, as an homage to the armour that kept Frodo alive.

Three years later, suffering from the phisical wounds and trauma he got during the war, Frodo takes the decision to sail into the Western Undying Lands in search of healing.

He gives goodbye to Marin and put on her hands a letter, that she must give to Mithril when she is 33 years old (the hobbit age of adulthood).

Marin decides to leave the Shire and raise Mithril in Crickhollow, where the neighbors are less gossipy and judgemental. When Mithril finally turns 33, Marin gives her Frodo’s letter, allong with his mithril armour, his sword Sting and her shield, and them leaves Crickhollow to the Gray Haven’s, where a boat to the Undying Lands awaits.

She sails to the West, and reunites with her beloved Frodo once and for all.

ENDING II

Frodo’s nightmares start around the time that Marin gets pregnant. To help her husband, Marin takes the risk of travelling on her own to the woods that take to Buckland, and in the woods she sings a song her husband told her:

“Ho! Tom Bombadil! Tom Bombadillo!

By water, wood and hill, by reed and willow.

By fire, sun and moon, hearken now and hear us!

Come, Tom Bombadil, For our need is near us”!

Tom Bombadil apears to her, and she asks if there is a way to heal Frodo’s pain and nightmares. Tom gives to Marin a bottle with the tears of his wife, Goldberry. Marin must mix three drops of her blood with those tears in a cup, and give to Frodo drink.

What she does, and it works.

Later, a few months after Rosie Cotton gaved birth to Elanor Gamgee, Marin gives birth to a daughter, called Mithril Baggins. Mithril is the oldest of her eight children with Frodo. The others are: Gimli Baggins, the twins Dwalin and Balin Baggins, Mana Baggins, Thorin Gandalf Baggins, Nori Durin Baggins and Priscilla Dandelion Baggins. *The Lord of the Rings belongs to the Tolkien State. *Marin belongs to me. *Annette Badland belongs to herself.

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ladyideal · 4 years

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This is Us Chapter 3

Pairing: Legolas x OC!Reader

Word Count: 3414

Summary: When the One Ring was found, it becomes a journey across Middle Earth to destroy it. Watch as the Fellowship is formed, and crossed the continent, where loyalty will be tested, and love will blossom at the most unexpected places.

A/n: Look at that, 2 chapters in one week! This one is thankfully longer, same with the next one. And the next, and the next after that... Also the cave troll fight was a pain in the ass to write.

Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4

"The Mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill," Aragorn spoke the moment they arrived in front of the Doors of Moria.

"I'm gonna miss him," You spoke, watching fondly as the Ranger unhitched the pony's bridle.

"He'll be missed," The Ranger agreed.

"Buh bye Bill," Sam called out.

"Go on, Bill, go on. Don't worry Sam, he knows the way home," Aragorn spoke, watching as the pony clip clopped down the shore. By the time the Fellowship climbed from down the mountain, night had fallen.

Legolas sidled up to you. "Yare indóme tye nimeár- ilquen i tye're a Melain?" (When will you tell everyone that you're a Valar?)

You didn't answer, couldn't answer as Alena had shuffled up close to you at the exact same time the elf spoke. Not able to answer, you shot a glare at him and shook your head.

Not yet. Not this early.

"The Walls of Moria!" Gimli explained, halting in front of the doors. He frowned immediately when his axe clanged against the stone, not exactly knowing how to open the tall slab of rock. "Dwarf doors are invisible when closed."

"Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten," Gandalf huffed out, tapping his staff too.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Legolas rolled his eyes, making the dwarf grumble wordlessly. You shared a grin with Alena at the bickering.

"Now let's see. Ithildin-," Gandalf thought out loud. As the company relaxed, you watched as Frodo's leg splashed loudly into the pool of water just outside the supposed doors of Moria.

"Careful Frodo," Aragorn warned.

"It mirrors only starlight and moonlight," The wizard suddenly announced, turning to you with a knowing look.

You nodded, and avoiding Alena's questioning glance, looked up at the sky. Almost immediately, the dark clouds parted away for the moon and the stars above. For a moment, you let yourself be homesick as the lights in the night sky danced happily in their brilliance. The silver lines grew bright, outlying a door formed of two columns beneath an arch, with a star in the center.

"Wow," You heard someone say.

"It reads 'The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter," Gandalf translated.

"What do you suppose that means?" Merry piped up.

"It's quite simple. If you are a friend, you speak the password, and the doors will open," The grey wizard paused. "Annon Edhellen, edro hi ammen!" (Gate of the Elves, open now for me!)

Nothing happened.

"Fennas Nogothrim, lasto beth lammen," He tried again. (Doorway of the Dwarf-folk, listen to the word of my tongue.)

"Nothing's happening," Pippin frowned.

You too were stumped. One glance around the Fellowship, and you could tell that you weren't the only one.

"I once knew every spell in all the tongues of Elves, Men, and Orcs."

"What are you going to do then, Gandalf?"

"Knock your head against these doors, Peregrin Took! And if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words," Gandalf huffed out in annoyance.

Sitting on the shores of the water, the Fellowship sprawled around in relaxation. While Gandalf muttered different phrases, Merry and Pippin took turns throwing stones into the lake. Alena sat beside you, sharpening her sword, as you fiddled around with your arrows.

"Ando Eldarinwa, a lasta quettanya, Fenda Casarinwa" (Gate of Elves, listen to my word, Threshold of Dwarves)

"Stop Merry, Pippin," Aragorn ordered, observing the lake as it rippled.

"What?" The hobbits paused.

"Do not disturb the water."

"Oh, it's useless!" Gandalf sat down beside Frodo, done for the moment.

"Aragorn!" Boromir called out in warning, as the rest of the company glanced at the increasing ripples of the waters.

"It's a riddle," Frodo suddenly stood up. "Speak 'friend' and enter. What's the Elvish word for friend?"

"Mellon," Legolas answered.

The stone doors slowly swung open, rumbling deeply. Curiously, the Fellowship entered Moria through the newly gaping entrance. As the wizard reached into his robes, you stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Use mine, it'll glow longer," You offered a crystal.

Gandalf regarded you for a quick moment, but gently grabbed it from your palm. Placing a crystal into the top of his staff, the rest followed the wizard in. Aragorn followed last, casting one last distrustful glance at the water.

"Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the fabled hospitality of the Dwarves! Roaring fires, malt beer, ripe meat off the bone. This, my friend, is the home of my cousin, Balin," Glimli excitedly spoke. "And they call it a mine. A mine!"

"This is no mine," Boromir slowly spoke. "It's a tomb!"

The light from the staff glowed brighter, illuminating the space around them. Cobwebs and bones covered every part on the floor, old and withering weapons littered around, dried blood could be found, and a filthy smell lingered in the air.

"Yuck," Alena muttered.

"Goblins!" Legolas examined an arrow from a fallen Dwarf, pulled it out, and casted it aside in disgust. The four Hobbits back towards the door. Something stirred in the water behind them.

"We make for the Gap of Rohan. We should never have come here," Boromir shook his head.

"Now get out of here, get out!" Alena shouted from the back.

The rest of the company ran for the door. Suddenly, Frodo was grabbed from behind and pulled off his feet by a long, snaking tentacle. "Help!!"

"Aragorn!"

"Frodo!"

The watching creature at the gate released Frodo, and feigned disappearance under the waters. Suddenly, many tentacles sprung out of the water, slapping the other Hobbits aside and grabbing Frodo around the leg. He was pulled out and over into the air.

You cursed, and headed back the way you came in, ready to help. Yet, Legolas was faster than you. He ran back out onto the shore and started shooting. One of his arrows pierced a tentacle that was wrapping itself over Frodo's face.

"Strider, help!" The hobbit cried out.

Boromir, Alena, and Aragorn rushed to the water and started attacking the beast. It flung Frodo wildly in the air. Despite the Fellowship's efforts, the Hobbit was lowered towards a gapping maw in the water, ringed by fangs, set in a gilled face.

Finally arriving, you joined in the fight, aiming your arrows towards its head, in a futile attempt to injure the fell beast. Aragorn sliced through the tentacle holding Frodo, who fell into Boromir's waiting arms.

"Into the Mines!" Gandalf roared.

"Legolas! Y/N!" The Captain called as he and the two Rangers retreated. Running with Frodo in his arms, he ran into the gates as as a huge tentacle uncoiled a hand-like appendage, snaking after them.

You and Legolas both aimed, and watched as the two arrows both hit their marks. With both eyes of the beast struck, it recoiled with a painful roar of pain and anger.

"Run!"

Needing no other encouragement, you pulled Legolas towards the entrance. As the sea creature reached out once more, it teared the gates shut. Slabs of rocks dropped and the roof of the passageway caved in. The Fellowship stared back at one another as the last rays of moonlight disappeared behind.

"We now have but one choice," Gandalf spoke as the group caught their breaths. "We must face the long dark of Moria. Be on your guard. There are older and fouler things than Orcs, in the deep places of the world."

You sucked in a gap, understanding his words. Could there be older enemies from even all the way back when the First Age started? Nodding anyways, you followed the wizard as he started his trek. "How long does it take to reach the other side?"

"It's a four-day journey to the other side. Let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed," The Maiar answered quietly. You shook your head, it was going to be a long walk of silence filled with only your own terrified thoughts.

It was awhile, you didn't exactly how long had passed, before Gandalf halted the group in front of a cavern that led to a crossroads in the mine: three doorways loomed before them. The wizard glanced from one to the other and back.

"I have no memory of this place."

You groaned silently, but indicated for the company to sit and rest.

Seeing a small figure leaping from stone to stone, a startled Frodo walked over to where Gandalf was leaning against a boulder.

"There's something down there!"

You rose an eyebrow.

"It's Gollum."

"Gollum?"

"He's been following us for three days."

"He escaped the dungeons of Barad-Dûr!"

"Escaped? Or was set loose?" Gandalf eyed the creature. "And now the Ring has drawn him here. He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the Ring, as he hates and loves himself."

Some of the company, including you, watched as Gollum raised his head, eyes piercing through the darkness of the hall.

"Sméagol's life is a sad story. Yes, Sméagol he was once called. Before the Ring was found, before it drove him mad," The wizard quietly explained.

"It's a pity my uncle Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance!"

"Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death, and some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo?"

"Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise can not see all ends," You spoke out from beside Alena, watching as the young hobbit studied the floor with a sudden interest.

"My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is all over," Gandalf spoke over Gollum's songs. "The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many."

"I wish the Ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened, Gandalf."

"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world, Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought," Gandalf glanced at you again, but stood up. "Oh! It's that way."

"He's remembered!" Merry spoke.

As the Fellowship started down a dark stairway that the wizard pointed at, he placed his hat back on.

"No, but the air doesn't smell so foul down here. If in doubt, Meriadoc, always follow your nose."

You rolled your eyes at the words, but followed after Legolas to descend the stairway.

"Behold! The great realm and Dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf."

His staff illuminated a giant stone hall with tall pillars and arched ceilings.The Fellowship walked forward and through the hall, peering around a column. Seeing a ray of sunlight shining through a chamber, Gimli gasped and ran towards it without another thought.

Bodies and weapons scattered about it. The Dwarf stopped and kneeled by a crypt in the center of the room. A shaft of light illuminated through. Gandalf peered curiously at the tomb's surface, while the rest of the Fellowship observed the white bones of dead dwarves and enemies.

"No! No! No!" Gimli wailed, sobbing.

"'Here lies Balin, son of Fundin, Lord of Moria.' He is dead then. It's as I feared," The wizard grimly translated the runes, looking around the small chamber.

Giving his staff and hat to Pippin, he bent down, and took a large and battered book from a corpse's hands. He opened it, clearing the dirt from its pages.

"They have taken the bridge, and the second hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes," He read out loud, as Gimli peered up at the tall Maiar.

Pippin backed away slowly, as Gandalf continued.

"Drums, drums, in the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out."

You glanced nervously at Legolas, then at Alena, then back to the elf again. Even he held a grim look on his face as he nervously grabbed his bow as though for reassurances.

The silence was broken by Pippin. Curiously, he reached out and lightly twisted the arrow within the corpse. The skull slipped off, falling into the well with a resounding crash, dragging with it a chain and bucket. Gandalf whipped around at the sound, including everyone else and towards the guilty hobbit. Noise echoed from hall to hall far below, as Pippin winced at each wave of noise.

You groaned, and threw your hands up in defeat. The others shook their heads, and scowled.

"Fool of a Took! Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!" Gandalf roughly slammed the tome shut. Pulling his hat and staff from the Hobbit's hands, he turned away. Pippin stood still awkwardly.

Until the drums sounded.

"Orcs!" Legolas notched an arrow as the team scrambled to get into position with their weapons.

"Hobbits, stay close to Y/N. Alena, with me," Aragorn ordered, drawing his own sword.

As Boromir rushed to the doors to have a look, arrows hissed into the door near his face. Too close of a comfort, as a matter of fact. A bellow was heard from just outside.

"They have a cave troll," He announced in sarcastic relief.

"Wonderful," You grumbled, grabbing an arrow from your back and readied your aim at the door.

Creatures began hacking the doors down. Weapons crashed through splintering spaces, creating little gaps just small enough for an arrow to sing through. When the first clear gap was gashed in the door, Legolas let go of his arrow, earning himself a shrill cry from the other side. The Elf quickly notched another to his bow as you shot another.

Suddenly, the fell beasts broke through and the battle begand. A wave of armor-clad Orcs charged towards the Fellowship, who happily engaged the Orcs head on. While you and Legolas pierced Orcs with your arrows, Aragorn, Alena, and Boromir smashed their swords against the enemy. Gimli caught one in the stomach with his axe.

With a loud roar, Gandalf launched himself into the fray with his sword, and the Hobbits huddled close to you, swords drawn and ready to fight. Aragorn beheaded an Orc, and black blood spewed forth. Suddenly Sam paused in the heat of battle, his attention drawn upwards.

"Here comes the cave troll, " Legolas shouted cheerfully beside you, as you and him sent endless volleys into the battle. You swung your head back to the entrance just when the cave troll smashed through the hallway.

"Thanks mellon," You replied cheekily. "Certainly enjoy being dramatic."

Legolas shot the cave troll in the shoulder, growling at your words, while the beast roared and clapped a hand to its wound. Sam continued to stare, frozen, as the troll swung his mace down at the Hobbit. At the last minute, he dived under the troll's legs and crawled in vain away as the troll turned, sighting him again.

"Sam!" You hollered, sliding protectively in front of the hobbit, shooting the troll's shoulders.

As the beast raised his arm to strike, he suddenly fell back. Aragorn and Boromir appeared behind the troll, pulling on its chains. Twisting its arm, the troll whipped Boromir across the chamber, landing in a recess of the wall, dazed.

You cursed under your breath as an orc towered above the Captain, ready to strike him down. When across the room, Aragorn slung his blade into the Orc's neck, and although still dazed, the Ranger pulled him up. While Gimli sliced the troll with his axe, Legolas stood in the corner, shooting another two arrows at the troll, forcing it to reel back in pain. Orcs streamed in, and you slid out your sword.

"Stay behind!" You called to the hobbits behind you. Whether they were behind you or not was one thing, but with the endless enemies, you could only do so much. The troll swung his chains above his head again at Legolas who dodged it. As the chain wrapped around a pillar, the elf shot the troll in the back of the head and jumped off.

As a result, the troll cringed, flattening its fellow orcs as it stumbled around in pain. Once recovered, The troll brought his mace down at the other Hobbits, causing them to jump aside. Now separated from Merry and Pippin, the troll seeked out Frodo, who tried to evade by hiding behind a pillar.

"Frodo!" Half of the Fellowship yelled, now fighting back in earnest to reach the hobbit.

Not being able to see him, it peered around the other side, causing Frodo to dodge out of its vision. Once it disappeared, the young hobbit carefully looked around the pillar. For now the troll was gone, and took a deep breath.

"Roar!" The troll blasted around the pillar, bellowing in Frodo's face. The Hobbit stumbed, and fell into a corner of the room. The troll grabbed him, and dragged him off of the edge of a recess. "Aragorn? Aragorn!"

"Frodo!"

Remembering that he still had Sting in hand, the hobbit wildly slashed the troll's hand. The fell beast instinctively dropped him to the ground, twisting his injured hand and staring at it. As Frodo laid on the floor, frozen in fear, his eyes widened at the impending doom.. It raised its mace and began to swing, but Aragorn leaped down into the recess as Legolas let go of his arrows aimed at the troll.

Although Pippin and Merry did their best by throwing stones at the troll's head, it swung his arm down. This time, hitting Aragorn, which sent him flying across the room.

With an oof, he collapsed onto the floor. Frodo raced after the fallen Ranger and tried to rouse him, but to no avail.

"Aragorn!" Alena screamed, pushing back the orcs with her dual bladed swords.

"Frodo no!" You echoed, slitting an orc's throat without another thought and trying to slog over where Aragorn laid.

The hobbit began to run, but the troll blocked his path with its spear, throwing him back. As if in slow mo, you and the company watched with wide eyes and half uttered screams, as the troll took aim and stabbed Frodo in the chest.

As the company stared in shock, the troll too seemed amazed at its own work.

Merry and Pippin glanced at each other and their faces appeared resolved. They leaped onto the beast, stabbing him mercilessly. "For Frodo!"

"Frodo?" Sam rushed to the fallen hobbit. "Frodo!"

Broken from their shocked trance, Aragorn, Alena, you, Boromir, and Gandalf fought with mad vigor in order to reach the Hobbit.

The troll flailed at its head and grabbed Merry, swinging him around and throwing him to the ground. While you, Gandalf, and Gimli took turns stabbing at the troll and dodging out of range, Legolas took aim.

With Pippin stabbing it in the head, the troll opened its mouth. Taking the chance, Legolas shot his arrow upwards and into the brain. With a long, pained moan, the troll collapsed to the ground, finally dead. There was a moment of silence as the remaining enemies fled.

You rushed to Frodo first before anyone else did. Gently, Aragorn rolled the hobbit over, but immediately stilled as he gasped for breath.

"He's alive!" Alena exclaimed. With that announcement, the company sighed in relief.

"I'm all right, I'm not hurt." Frodo croaked.

"You should be dead! That spear would have skewered a wild boar," Aragorn sheathed his sword away.

Gandalf hummed in agreement. "I think there's more to this Hobbit than meets the eye."

Slowly, Frodo lifted his shirt up. Immediately, the mithril chain mail shirt glimmered in the faint light. You raised an eyebrow at the surprise.

"Mithril! You are full of surprises, Master Baggins." Gimli gasped, taking in the familiar substance that his race grew rich upon.

"Hate to disrupt," Boromir cut in, at the broken doorway again. "But there are still orcs here."

Faintly in the background, you could hear the movements, and the Fellowship straightened up. After Aragorn pulled Frodo to his feet, he turned to Gandalf.

"To the bridge?"

"To the bridge of Khazad-dûm!"

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tolkienmatters · 5 years

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Hi! I always wondered about the watcher in the water that attacks at moria! I cant find him or any other kraken anywhere else. Thanks :)!

This is a great one! The Watcher in the Water was a creature that attacked numerous groups outside of Durin’s Gate. It’s origin, age, and actual name are never stated. It is first mentioned (and named) in the Book of Marzarbul, detailing that the Watcher took Óin, and blocked the Dwarven expedition meant to reclaim Moria after the events of The Hobbit from escaping. Years later the Fellowship of the Ring were forced to take the path through Moria on their quest to destroy the Ring. The Watcher struck when the Doors of Durin were opened, lunging at Frodo and being repelled by Samwise. The Fellowship retreated into Moria where the Watcher ripped down the doors and ultimately shut them inside. He was never seen or mentioned again.

What was the Watcher? It was described as a “long sinuous tentacle… pale-green and luminous and wet” and later twenty more emerged from the water bubbling and emitting a horrid stench. (Fellowship of the Ring, A Journey in the Dark). Sam remarked afterwards that they looked like snakes. The monster was either a large Kraken-esque creature, which would be in line with Tolkien’s affinity for Norse similarities (and Peter Jackson’s films), or it could have been numerous long snakes with a similiar intent. Gandalf mentions that the “arms” (in his words) reached for Frodo first, the Ringbearer. Whether it was an agent of the enemy, a creature drawn to the Ring’s power, or a just an angry monster, is unknown. Where did it come from? It is only mentioned twice, in the same waters outside of the Doors of Durin. This water is probably connected to the depths of the Mountains, where Gandalf had been. When speaking of his battle with Durin’s Bane he mentions “nameless things”, monsters under the Misty Mountains that are older than Gandalf himself. The Watcher is probably a monster or a band of creatures from this dark chasm. He could have been created by Morgoth, who created many evil monsters such as the orcs, and like the Balrog was trapped down there. It could be an unfinished creature or line of creatures, or it could be a plot point meant to be mysterious, reinforcing the old age of the world they inhabit. All I know is that it’s a great idea.

“‘We fought far under the living earth, where time is not counted. Ever he clutched me, and ever I hewed him, till at last he fled into dark tunnels. They were not made by Durin’s folk, Gimli son of Glóin. Far, far below the deepest delving of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. They are older than he. Now I have walked there, but I will bring no report to darken the light of day. In that despair my enemy was my only hope, and I pursued him, clutching at his heel. Thus he brought me back at last to the secret ways of Khazad-dûm: too well he knew them all. Ever up now we went, until we came to the Endless Stair.’” - Gandalf on his battle with Durin’s Bane, speaking to the Three Hunters, Two Tower, The White Rider.

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Next Caller Pt 31

The door bell ringing had the birds all wishing you safety on your travels once again after their third inspection of the new beds making Dot and Darling curious for who might be sleeping in those beds when you lived alone instigating stories from Belly of the small family you had far away. Upon opening your door you flashed a grin to the man you didn’t know only to watch him accept hold of your bag while Fili and Kili popped out of the open door of the van shouting, “Come on Jaqi! Uncle’s at the airstrip already!”

Nodding your head you stepped out locking up the front door after confirming that you had locked all the others and covered the windows aside from the ones looking into the back yard then turned to join the others in the van. Grinning again you eased past the front row to sit in the back beside a duo of teens you didn’t know locked in a debate with the trio behind them making you look out at your house hoping the whole clan wasn’t this way. “So, Auntie, heard about your new beds.” Kili’s grin split wide in Fili’s deep smirk.

Turning your head you stammered, “Beds, I have beds.”

Fili asked, “Uncle Dwalin said you got six new ones?”

“Um, nine, actually, four bunk beds and five platform frames.”

Kili nodded, “So no mattresses yet?”

“Just for the bunk beds, but that was only because I wouldn’t be able to get them in myself, it was part of the offer that they would put them in for me after building it.”

Fili, “Well the sooner you get them the sooner we can crash at your place.”

Kili, “But no rush either, can’t rush perfection.”

The argument picked up and you said, “I thought Mal would be riding with you.”

Fili shook his head, “No, she stayed at Bilbo and Dwalin’s last night to park her scooter in their garage for the trip, meant to rain while we’re gone.”

“And there’s room for us all?” The pair chuckled and you said, “Right, first woken, bound to have an old home.”

Kili said, “Don’t you worry Auntie, tons of room.”

Fili asked, “So Dot’s pleased with Roac?” Clearly changing the subject.

You nodded, “Yes, the other day said she might not, draw it out, I think, was how she put it. She does like him it seems.”

Fili, “Cool, cool. Uncle said when their young are grown we might choose from them.”

“I don’t mean to-,” They nodded to convince you to keep going when you stopped talking, “Are you home enough? I mean I doubt they would take well to pits at races. Too loud, isn’t it?”

Kili chuckled, “We would have to adjust things for them surely, might have to wait for the second clutch perhaps, but they wouldn’t want for-,”

You shook your head, “That’s not what I meant. Just, I know how hard Belly took to my long shifts at first. And I know how badly they might make you pay for it.”

They chuckled again and Fili said, “Ah, yes, we’ve seen the wrath of Ravens, Amad’s had to be one of the moodiest when Adad’s was courting her. From the tapes she was unrivaled in fury.”

“Almost makes you wonder how they manage to mate at all.” Making them chuckle again. The rest of the way they asked more questions about the Aviary and their take on how your birds were thriving.

Joining other vans you pulled into the private airport entrance eyeing the silver blue and black plane nearly the size of a commercial plane by your guess. Following the brothers you led the bickering siblings who made their way over to Bombur’s brood, curiously following the pair you entered the smaller security point seeing your bag being wheeled in on a cart. Lost in the mix of people you waited in the line only to step forward seeing the teens being called away quickening you through the security point. A beep from the metal detector however had you flashing a grin to the curious security attendant who you stepped aside for them to wand you. For a moment the crowd stole glances only to shift their gaze to ripple the word of the flash of your belly revealing the piercings earning an awkward throat clearing and hand gesture from the guard freeing you to move on.

Past that you claimed your satchel again easing your necklace into it again and joined the Durins past that point in the mini lobby where Frerin came out of nowhere easing his arm around your back saying, “Sis, we have your ticket.” Up to the desk you went handing over your ID that once scanned you took back along with your printed ticket making Frerin rumble while the sticker for your suitcase was being tagged, “You’re in our row.”

“Our?” You asked joining him in his gentle grip leading you out onto the actual runway in the line to board.

“So I hear from Dwalin you have a hell of a surprise for us.”

“I suppose, ya.” Peering up at the steps anchored beside the plane you inhaled then took the first step following the line of backs into the plane.

Nearly to the back you turned to your left spotting Roac in Thorin’s lap in a carrier squawking out to you, “Jack Rabbit!”

“Hey Roac,” shifting your gaze you flashed a quick grin to Thorin, who you squeezed around his legs he spread out so you could take the seat in the middle then sat so when Thorin stepped out Frerin could walk past you easily in the tuck of your legs up to your chest.

When the pair settled again you looked to Thorin as he asked, “I heard construction went well?”

You nodded and said, “Ya, they did a great job, and with the bunk beds they had three feet left on the wall so they said they’d add some shelves to fill in the space.”

Thorin, “That’s great.”

Frerin asked as you settled your satchel under your seat, “Anything else new?”

Dwalin in the aisle as you sat back again said to his cousin, “No spoilers now, you can wait to find out like the rest of them.” Flashing you a wink while Bilbo and Frodo took the row to your left.

“Is it just your family on here?”

Thorin replied, “Well, Dis, Vili and his sisters are taking the train, same as our two other far along expecting Dams.”

Glancing up you flashed a wave to Gloin responding to his and smiled at Gorgo as she said, “Hi, Miss Pear.”

“Hi.”

“We can talk later,” she said passing you to settle in her seat.

The eager tone making you whisper to Thorin, “Have I done something?”

Thorin shook his head, “No.”

Frerin, “No doubt just eager to get to know you better.”

Thorin, “Don’t worry, we won’t let her hound you on the show again.”

Frerin had you looking back at him in the starting of the engines, “Until then, we have a great family favorite film.”

It was just a few minutes and you were taxiing out for take off and almost instantly Thorin’s free hand engulfed yours on your lap for a sudden ascent luring a squeak from Mal signaling that she and the boys were somewhere ahead of you. Once in the air Roac settled back onto his belly and he rippled into a series of questions asking about Dot and anything you might have learned about her habits or favorites he might embrace on his visit on Monday.

Not long after when the film kicked on he turned to speak with Dwalin’s raven allowing Frerin to help you bring out and put on your headphones to watch the film still with Thorin refusing to let go of your hand. Just buzzing with questions and all he wanted to talk about after just missing a single day talking to you. The contact was enough for now and smirking to himself Frerin caught your narrowed gaze and shift closer to his brother’s arm to focus on the film only to grab his elbow when it suddenly cut off for the landing video.

A gentle squeeze on your hand later and you shifted up a bit removing your headphones that you added to the seat pocket in front of you while Thorin and Frerin did the same. Safely you touched down and mingled through the crowds of Durins used to the task of filing out into the next fleet of vans. Though between the identical duo you filed onto your own row for the ride to their family home in Erebor dubbed their Summer Home. Past a long stretch of green you leaned forward in front of Frerin deepening his smirk that split open in a laugh as you eyed the yellow palace of a summer home and muttered, “Summer home. And I’m a hippo.” Looking at Thorin you said, “Summer home.”

Awkwardly he grinned at you, “I never said summer home.”

Looking out the window again you sighed, “I suppose I can’t say much as I inherited a castle on an island.” Glancing at Frerin, “Know anyone that wants to buy an island? Kind of hard to sell…”

Frerin chuckled, “Might as well hold onto it, never know when you need an island to fly off to.”

“It’s surrounded by volcanoes, half the year you can’t fly there.” They looked at you as you said, “There’s an underwater railway.”

Thorin rumbled, “How does that work?”

“Not well, keeps flooding.” Making the pair chortle, “And no one sails there, kept getting shot at.”

Frerin, “So you need a good boat, yacht maybe. We have a few in the family that are always up for borrowing.”

With a shrug you replied, “Doubt I’d ever get time away, takes three weeks to sail there from Tirion.”

Into the grand courtyard you were driven and seeing the man with the large beard topped with a zigzagging set of beard accents in a powder blue shirt and tan pants beside a heavily bearded Dam in a flowy pale blue dress. “She’s wearing a dress.” Beside them a younger duo in similar styled clothes, though the female clearly a Dwobbit by her larger feet and shorter stance, “And so is she.”

Frerin patted your hand on your lap saying, “You are dressed well. Jean shorts and a flannel is your look.”

Thorin, “We’re all in jeans.” Opening the carrier allowing Roac to fly out with one of the teens exiting to take the carrier to add to the to others.

Huffing quietly you climbed to your feet and joined the others out into the courtyard, or at least that was the intention, stepping on a seatbelt dangling lowly your foot slid and behind you Thorin’s arm scooped around you making you squeak in your near fall. Just a moment he held you in your awkward stance while Frerin turned to free your foot in Thorin’s stepping down before the pair righted your shirt and hair with Gimli behind you passing you back your bag you dropped. “Thanks,” you whispered and the trio nodded as the elders on the steps waiting to greet you took in the momentary embrace and the settling of Thorin’s hand on your lower back guiding you along to join the others again. Hints of grins spread with corners of mouths ticking up in the noticed gesture and attention that the supposed bachelor for life had shown you as you adjusted the necklace that most had already heard whispers about from Thorin.

Each of the four on the steps greeted each guest and welcomed all of you. Once your trio had reached them you flashed a grin to the four between the hugs the brothers gave their relatives. Then eyes shifted to you and Thror stated, “Miss Pear, we’ve heard so much about you.”

Thrain asked, “Or should we call you Mafioso?”

“Up to you.”

Diaa asked, “What do you think of our family home?”

“I like your, fountains, very exploding, really goes with the, yellow, stone.”

Niro chuckled and said, “Well I look forward to speaking more with you at the dame dinner tonight.”

“Dame?”

Thror smirked saying, “Our ladies have supper together on our opening night and we group together for desserts in our back balcony ballroom.”

“That another donkey day thing?”

Diaa chuckled saying, “Not a Dwarf tradition but one for our clan. Do not worry Dis has ensured you are at our table along with young Mal for familiar faces.”

“Thank you, guess I’ll, ya,” the group tried not to chuckle in your continuing up the steps to the door where you spotted Dis waving to you.

Dis’ grin spread and she called out, “Jaqi, come see place.” On the landing you caught her waving her hand to the guys saying, “Off you go you two, dames only.” Looping her arm with yours while you glanced back unable to spot Mal, with only Gorgo hugging the welcoming four to trot up the steps following after you both. “Now, quick tour, I know you will love our inner garden especially, it’s where we keep our Raven dwellings, similar to yours I hear. We have seen the video of your Zebra Striped in his mating dance, we are all so glad that his line is continuing.”

“Ya, well Darling really is the one they were glad to have mated so well.”

“Darling?” she asked with an adoring grin and you nodded.

“Yes, she’s older, actually refused non striped suitors before, so catching Belly in the video chat for the owls was just by chance really. Though I do have to admit,” lowering your voice her grin seeped a bit deeper, “It was a bit hard to watch his dance.”

At that she giggled, “It always is, just wait until Roac pleases Dot, you might have to leave the room.”

“It was so bad, he’s so sweet, and she just-,”

Dis nodded, “I know, trust me I know.”

Gorgo asked, “How are your Owls? Have the couple remained in their nest?”

“Yes, actually, from what they’ve told me their home has too many females so they said if their daughter takes to Kuu then they would leave her with me and take their sons.” That parted their lips, “They would visit of course-,”

Gorgo, “They trust you with their daughter, that is huge. Especially for them to choose not to have her pair with a wild owl. That is immense.”

“I know, it was a shock enough they let me touch their eggs and listen to them.”

Dis, “Touch-?”

Gorgo, “How big are the eggs?”

“Watermelon, almost. Just under. I think it’s mostly what I’ve set up for my own birds that they liked. Wouldn’t need to suffer through harsh winters or predators for eggs.”

Dis, “Not to mention they would have you to protect them.”

“They’ll be bigger than me soon enough, he’s already nearly to my shoulder.”

Dis looked you over asking, “I heard from Dwalin you have a surprise for us?”

“I mean it’s not, like huge, but we got in stickers of the Countess Beatrice at the station. I have 17 sheets in my bag for you guys to divvy up.”

Gorgo, “Seriously?!”

You nodded and looked at her when her fingers rested on your arm, “Ya, the guys were thinking maybe doing a new character a month, just have to pick which one. I thought maybe Wolsey.”

Gorgo, “What about Bunny?”

“Far as I know for the show it was just going to be like on the add, a hand holding a phone and bunny ears around a chair.”

Dis, “Interesting take.”

Gorgo, “Well I can’t wait to see them.”

“Whenever I find my bag later I can get you both a sheet, there’s four per sheet.”

Gorgo, “I do certainly love hearing the updates on Durin’s courtship.”

Mili walked up beside Tili on your way out of the garden joining the ladies for the line to the ballroom set up for your Dame Dinner. “But of course the question is how much of their story is in this fabled book of Bunny’s.”

Weakly chuckling to yourself you said, “No spoilers.”

Gorgo said, “Shouldn’t be too long, just have to settle a day I can read through the draft to rate it then we can send it to print.”

“The guys mentioned it would be sometime after you’re back from your vacation.”

She looked you over, “Vacation?”

You nodded, “They said you’re off a week after this weekend.”

Gorgo, “I’m not going anywhere, if Ecthellion is worried about that you can tell him I would have ample time to read through the book next week. They just give us weeks off through the year to allow us rest.”

“Wouldn’t that be beyond the point of resting?”

Dis chuckled saying, “We’re a lot like you, time off is sometimes more dreaded than hectic schedules.”

The elegantly decorated ballroom sat waiting for you with the other ladies curiously looking you over in passing them to one of the far tables where you spotted Mal seated beside Balin’s wife and daughter. Around the table you were introduced to the few ladies you didn’t know being settled beside Dis across from Mal. While you guessed she might be the one in need of rescuing from the clan interrogation only, once Niro and Diaa returned you found yourself being added to the mix. First questions of your former animated show came up and then questions of why you had stopped singing had you halting a moment then answering, “I mean, I still do. Gran is working on a few songs left on her new album. Professionally it was only for her requests that I did perform. Outside that I really don’t think that’s the field I would stay in.”

Niro, “That does explain a great deal on the matter, we do prefer voice over or possibly animation for you. It is no wonder the show is such a hit with talent like yours on staff.”

“Thank you,” you said bringing your fork up to your lips.

Giggles however won out as Mal tied you into a discussion on the guys starting to plan a birthday gift for her all with their own gifts wildly off base. Inside the lounge for the bathroom with private toilets enabling use for more than one with Dis and Gorgo waiting while you giggled through her last offered gift. “A poinsettia blanket. A knitted one at that in thick wool.”

“Blankets are sweet,” you giggled out drying your hands.

“Yes but then Ki mentioned a matching hat.” Covering your mouth you squeaked through your tries to muffle your laughter making the ladies grin wider while Mili and Tili washed their own hands while you went to plop onto the lounge beside Gorgo making Dis smirk wondering if you were just at ease or getting a bit tipsy from the wine.

“Phone.” Giggling still she handed you her phone she pulled from her pocket and finding her voice memo app you had the mouths of the Dams opening at your mini argument between the Countess, Wolsey, Frenn and Adriana hinted with Bunny as well. The flawless switch between them and on point accents left them stunned with how many of the characters you voiced. Each offering more suitable gift ideas that you drug over to a text to the boys group messages then you made a popping sound with your lips. “See how that gets them turned around.”

Mal giggled saying, “At least you picked their favorites. Doubt they would have listened to Holm.”

“Oh! I didn’t even think of that! Oh I could do so many things with that!” Mal giggled again and you tapped Gorgo’s arm, “You know I was at the market the other day and this lady was railing into this teenager trying to say that Horun was actually going to race off with the Tibelt from its crew.” Dis nipped her lip wondering if you would confirm how she suspected you had been attached to this story.

Mal scoffed, “How could they think that?!”

Gorgo said, “That is just absurd.”

“Exactly, and the girl was near tears so I tried to help her and set the lady straight,”

Mal shook her head, “Oh I doubt she listened. Never do, even I’ve gotten into a few arguments.”

“I mean, what the hell would I know, I only wrote it, but don’t mind me. Let them run the show and next Holm will be waltzing with the head of the Ironfist clan on their betrothal ceremony.”

Gorgo looked at you still stunned asking softly, “You wrote it?”

In a sigh you looked to her and your head tilted nearly resting on her shoulder, “I’m so tired, it’s so tiring. All the guys keep asking, but it’s no fun making you chase your tails. Everybody keeps saying to make friends and Mal says roots, to try and face the winds and you’ve got a brain, and I would feel bad lying, and it’s such a good story. You’ve been waiting five years, I’ve had it nearly 800,” her lips parted, “8, hundred. It’s hard enough keeping the next show mum from this ball of fire over here,” you said bumping into Mal’s arm making her grin inch out starting to catch your possibly tipsy vibes. “It’s crazy.”

Looking at the closed doors hearing muffled shouts and raised voices Mal giggled saying, “I think they got your message.” Making you giggle.

“Do I smell blackberry crumble?”

Tili still grinning madly at your big reveal offered you her hand to help you up asking, “I have to ask, where did Bunny come from?”

On your feet you asked, “The name or the character?”

Mili, “Name.”

“Jaqiearae means Jack Rabbit, in Vanyar that’s what we call bunnies. Naneth used to draw me bunnies that I used to hide from the guards, including the one I got tattooed on my foot, and when I changed my name that’s what I picked,”

Gorgo asked standing up, “So with the book, what happens if your name comes out?”

“It might, but for the time being, I’ll take what I can get and hope the work speaks for itself and my old name won’t matter.”

Dis, “If I can ask, your sister, the one in the story that outed that clan,” your eyes on hers alone had her pausing and saying, “It wasn’t your sister.”

“We filed a copyright for the show, the clan demanded 75% or they’d out my name. I called their bluff. We had rules, my cousins and I, monthly scheduled check ins or our letters would be published by a friend. He’d been aching to post that story for centuries.”

Her hand settled on your arm and you shook your head, “He was a sperm donor and a leech. Nothing more. As cold as it sounds.”

Mal said, “It’s not cold,” rubbing your back, “They didn’t deserve you.”

Gorgo, “Are there still many after you?”

You shrugged, “Time will tell, for now their friends aren’t bothering with me. I doubt they passed on my name, they were more physical not financially based.”

Dis eased her arm in yours, “Time for sweets.”

“Just keep me from brownies or things might get ugly,”

Mal snorted behind her hand making Dis looking at her, “You did only eat half at the last time Fred brought in boxes of brownies for the holidays.” Looking at Tili she said, “They are addictive. And Tina’s cookies.”

“Oh,” you said making the ladies giggle at your conversation switching to your favorite sweets and sugary treats lasting until you joined the men on the balcony ballroom that hastily pocketed the phone they had again listened to the message. Behind them Thorin couldn’t help but grin seeing you with a content shimmer across your skin in the creeping moonlight. Up to the table Dwalin waved you over to motioning to the empty chairs you walked while Tili hurried to fetch a tray of desserts while Balin brought more wine.

Giggles with Mal on possible plans for her birthday plans the guys kept making wilder and wilder only bleeding into louder laughter that lingered luring out more adorable squeak and snort triggered grins at the pair of you. And through your next trip to the bath and back again where you ended up laying your arms on Thorin’s shoulders peering down at his dessert he had just finished. “What is that?”

Lowly chuckling he named the treat only for your chin to plop on top of his head in an uninterested sigh making the men around your pillow trying not to grin dopily only to have Dis say, “Thorin why don’t you take Jaqi to bed.”

“There’s so many people, I get a bed? A couch would be fine.” You said straightening up and lowering your hands allowing him to stand up.

Lowly he rumbled, “You are getting a bed.”

Dis grinned saying, “Amad put you both in the teal room.”

Thorin’s brows inched up, “Both?”

Mal said, “Aww,”

Fili said, “No fair, we’ve been bunked with Tiln and Ropn.”

Dis gave them a pointed gaze then eyed Thorin as he asked, “What about Frerin?”

Frerin chuckled out, “I sleep in my briefs or in the buff you don’t want me bunking with her. Mili and Tili are in mine.”

Mili said, “Besides Ori has your usual room and you know he needs his humidifier.”

Dwalin chuckled out, “Plus, no harm possible he’s got a snore able to scare a moose.”

Giggling out you said, “Bold of you to assume I’m not more terrifying than a moose.”

Frerin chuckled out, “Oh we have no doubt about that.” He smirked at his brother then to you again, “You’ll enjoy the teal room I bet, really comfy.”

Thorin huffed then looked down at you in your poke to his middle, “Looks like I get to see you in your socks after all.”

Inhaling sharply his hand settled on your back as his cheeks prickled making his family chuckle in Fili and Kili snuggling around Mal for the last few moments catching sight of Bombur’s oldest girls who she would be rooming with. “I’ll show you in.”

“Ooh,” one little utterance from you in the first hall off the main room leading to the courtyard you were just in and he felt his grin easing out again. Small tidbits along the way were pointed out to you on the mini tour as his hand remained on your back slowly working its way back to your side. Outside your assigned room you spotted the slip of paper eased into the gold nameplate frame ‘J Pear & Thorin’ “Is there more than one Jaqi here?”

You pointed at the slip and he eased open the door saying, “Jaqliene, Gran prefers hyphenating.”

Inside the teal coated room with walls and rugs over the marble floor in deep teal around the teal, silver and white striped beds while Thorin eased the door shut you smirked. “Ooh,” on top of the stools at the foot of your beds were your bags and you went over making his brow inch up until he saw you pull out an envelope and a sheet you passed to him luring out his curious grin. “Stickers.”

“Oh, these are incredible,” he said inspecting the stickers closer then glanced your way saying, “You can have the bath first to change if you like.”

With a nod and a giggle you were back in your bag to grab a pair of shorts then turned for the bath, holding in your giggle at the overly teal bathroom. Laying the shorts on the counter you lifted a foot to remove your shoes and socks, setting those down to wiggle out of your shorts to pull the other pair on with your flannel added after. In the mirror you looked at your messy bun to help find your hair tie that you managed to ease out before weaving your hair into a simple braid you tied off then gathered your things to head back into the room to add them to your trunk finding he’d already turned down the sheets for you both. In catching your eye again he said, “They have some tricks to keeping the sheets in.”

Moving to the foot of his bed he grabbed the pair of shorts there, “What is your usual room like? I’m guessing blue.”

Lowly he chuckled in your teasing grin, “Silver and blue, like most of the family rooms, guest rooms are more adventurous.”

You nodded and moved to the bed that you hopped up onto the end of to sit down saying, “Well just too bad you bumped in with me then and you miss out on your own bed.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. Just normally they wouldn’t leave us alone.”

“But you can snore away a moose.” You teased and he turned to the bath.

“Back in a minute.”

“I’ll yell if I see a moose.” His chuckle broke off in the closing of the door and exhaling deeply he got to stripping while you eased back on the bed to slide your legs under the covers you pulled up to your waist feeling the cool air in the room gathering again. wiggling down you lifted the covers to your chin relaxing on the pillow, only feeling your eyelids drooping shut.

Stepping out shirtless Thorin peeked into the room only hearing a content sigh from you making him smirk that you’d already fallen asleep avoiding the awkward silence of waiting to sleep near someone you aren’t used to doing so with. The start of bumps rising on his skin luring him to his case adding his things before climbing onto his bed, after a final glance your way he reached over to shut off the lamp between your beds then laid back. Closing his eyes with the covers pulled up before rolling onto his belly grumbling at the chill that with his usual fireplace having room could have kept away from you.

Pt 32

#Thorin x Reader OC #Fili/Kili x OC Mal #Hobbit #lotr #Dis #Gorgo #Mili and Tili

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