#and where fili gets his gold hair

[neverendingspirals]

another dwarrowdam for your consideration

#i like to think shes fili & kilis paternal grandmother :) a wealthy stiffbeard merchant #and where fili gets his gold hair #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #dwarrow #dwarrowdam #the silmarillion #myart

[laurfilijames]

Gilded In Gold

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 1,327

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Post-sex body worship of the crown prince. Nudity. Slight masturbation (M), touching ones-self. Brief oral (M receiving)

Summary: In the blissful moments following your love-making, you admire your One as he relaxes in the early morning sun.

A/N: A little The Belly and chest fur worship because how can you not? @deanobingo

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Fili sauntered almost lazily over to the bed, allowing you a long look at the body that had just finished pleasuring you beyond the point of exhaustion, your head resting heavily on a pillow that shielded you from the cold, stone floor while your eyes followed him effortlessly from where you lay. 

His chest still heaved as he worked to catch his breath, and you smiled to yourself in appreciation of his vigorousness in the sport of love-making. 

The toned muscles in his back flexed wildly when he lifted a bulging arm up to run his fingers through his hair that stuck to his face from sweat saturating the edges, turning the wheat-coloured tresses a deeper hue than normal. He sighed as he collapsed against the mattress, the wooden headboard supporting his upper half while his legs were cradled by the furs beneath them. One bent to rest at an angle, the other remaining against the bed; the full spread of his legs displaying his manhood in too-enticing of a way. 

His torso contracted when he twisted toward the side table to retrieve his pipe, the purse of his lips something to be admired as he placed the intricately carved piece between them and worked at igniting the pipeweed. His brows knitted together when he inhaled deeply, all of his features relaxing upon his exhale, and when the plume of smoke faded away, it revealed his icy gaze at you from across the room. 

You propped yourself up on an elbow, desperate to get a better look at the glory of your One who sprawled upon your bed as though he was an ornament amongst the furs. 

His skin was tinted pink, his chest and cheeks flushed with heat and reminders of where your hands had been, and a thin sheen of sweat made him glow in the growing morning light. The soft orange beams highlighted him like the treasure he was, making the amber curls that covered his skin look as though they were plated in gold; suiting him like gleaming armor.

Taking another drag from his pipe, he rested the hand that held it on top of his raised knee, tilting his head curiously to the side as he continued to peer at you through heavy lids adorned with long, flaxen lashes. 

You couldn't help but let your eyes follow his movements, traveling down from his eyes to his hand that had held you against him firmly mere moments ago, and then further to where his flaccid cock leaned heavily against his vast inner thigh. The coarser hairs that decorated his member appeared darker; sodden and untidy from a combination of sweat, spend and slick, making your core clench in knowing he was sticky and smelling of you. 

You swallowed thickly, returning your gaze up to meet his, and like he knew what was on your mind and seeing how your body was already responding to wanting him again, Fili hooked an eyebrow high on his head. 

Licking your lips, you shifted where you lay, purposefully adjusting in order to better display yourself to him; the art of seduction quickly flourishing into a subtle competition between you. 

His belly jumped slightly as he let out a noise that was somewhere between a hum and a chuckle, giving a faint shake of his head in amusement, his wild hair gleaming like gold as the sunlight shined on it. The day-old braids were now almost unrecognizable and completely unruly from how much your fingers had torn through them, the quickly approaching day revealing how many hours of the night were dedicated to ruining his previously-neat strands. 

Dust danced in the light that beamed in through the window, spreading a warmth across his relaxed form that accentuated the dense spans of curls on his chest, and in wanting to card your hands through it, you mimicked the action on your own skin, rubbing your breasts in slow, languid strokes. 

The heat of the intense morning sun set you aflame as much as Fili's stare did, feeling his hungry eyes cast upon you, watching you like a beast about to devour their prey. 

Trying to hold his look but failing, your eyes flitted down to the apex of his spread legs, the flex of his hardening cock distracting you and making your hands grope yourself more desperately. 

Your eyelids fell closed as you proceeded to roam your body in hopes of it being him, only to cease when he spoke with a quiet surety that seemed to echo through your chambers. 

"Are you going to leave me sitting here all alone, Amrâlimê?" he asked, his voice as sultry as the look he gave you when your eyes flashed open again, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his mouth while a blush rose up on his cheeks that matched the rise of his shaft. 

"My apologies," you purred, sitting upright. "I was simply trying to spare you from my wandering hands and salacious ideas. It seems I cannot control myself when you look the way you do right now."

His chest and belly shook with a hearty laugh, his dimples appearing in his cheeks and the lines around his eyes spreading a warmth through you that mirrored the fiery heat showing in his blue irises. 

Rising from the piles of blankets and pillows arranged in front of the hearth that had been your make-shift bed for the night, you walked slowly over to the bed, smiling when Fili nodded his head to the vacant space beside him and patted the furs to coax you more. 

You knelt on the bed, one knee at a time, your arms slowly alternating with the movement of your legs as you crawled toward him; the hunger held in his eyes as he watched you approach making you shiver with anticipation. 

Fili parted his legs further, his offering making your mouth water, and taking himself in a firm hold, he stroked up and down on his length a few times as he waited for you to settle up to him. 

You stopped just at his legs, letting a hand trail up the back of his thigh of the one that was bent, your lips gingerly kissing the top of his knee. Fili let go of his shaft, sighing as your fingers wandered down to his center and tickled near his taught sack, his head leaning back against the headboard, belly quivering to your touch. You cupped his ballocks in your palm, gently massaging them until he growled with approval, tugging on them ever so slightly until his chest rose and fell sharply. Lowering your head, you captured his cock that wagged from his squirming motions in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, earning a sharp hiss from between his gritted teeth as he bucked up slightly off the bed. 

Releasing him and hovering over his impatient member, you grinned at him, flashing a devious look through your lashes. 

Before you could make any further acts of provocation, Fili grabbed onto your arms and hauled you against his front, and in one fluid motion, flipped you onto your back where you were pinned under his weight.

"It's unfair to tease me like that," he muttered, his lips ghosting on yours while his hands carded through your hair, pulling on it so you tipped your head back and exposed your neck to him. 

"Is it?" you spoke nervously, but sanguinely, anxious to see what power he would unleash on you. 

"Mhmm," he purred, licking a path up your throat before burying his face to rub his beard on your delicate skin. 

The fur on his chest brushed your sensitive nipples in the most alluring way, making you arch up off the bed to press yourself more against the silky curls, his belly laying heavily on your middle to push you back down into the furs. 

"You're in a world of trouble, Ghivashel."

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Love’s treasure; Kili x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile but I finally got the inspiration and time to do this fic after getting the boost from another Kili and Fili request as well as my Celestial story.  So @sweetpeapod​ thank you for your patience and hope you see this fic and enjoy it as much as I did writing it these past couple days.

Synopsis: Reader is Aragorn’s older cousin (I imagine by 11 years so she’s about 21). Gandalf knew of her skills as a Ranger for both tracking and navigating and sought her out to be apart of the company.

NO WARNINGS REALLY JUST SOME FLUFF and a bit of angst from parental death/abandonment. 

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@queen-paladin​

@queensdivas​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@gay-and-ready-to-cry​

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I observed the dark blue bead in my hand and pondered just how it had gotten lost.  It was a game I’ve always like to play, anytime I would find a lost object or weapon I’d always come up with a good story on why it got lost and whether or not the owner of said object is out there scouring Middle Earth for it’s safe return.

“What are you up to sister?” I looked up and peeking from behind the Elvish statue was my baby cousin Aragorn, or better known for his safety Estel.  Yes, Aragorn the future king of Men is in fact my cousin on his mother’s side (she is my father’s younger sister).

“I thought you were to be in your studies with Lindir? He’s taken a great deal of time and effort to educate you little one.” I lectured him with a raised brow as he came and sat down beside me on the bench.

“But I already know of the founding of Rivendell and how to speak Elvish.”

“Then tell me who was the mentor of Lord Elrond?” I replied in Elvish.  He looked at me puzzled before he crossed his arms pouting.

“I don’t like you no more.”

“Oh yeah not the first time you’ve said that to me. Or the time after that or the time after that.” I playfully reprimanded him lowering my voice to as deep of a baritone as I could muster while tickling his sides making his squirm and laugh.  “What was that you were looking at earlier?”

“What? You mean this?” I said picking up the bead.  He looked at it with curious eyes and asked me.

“Where did it come from?”

“Why don’t you answer that question. Where do you believe this bead came from cousin?” he stared at the bead, pondering over it.  His tongue slightly peeking out from his lips as he said.

“I believe…..this bead came from some merchants who were on their way to the Blue Mountains when suddenly trolls from the North ambushed them and gobbled them all up, leaving only this bead.”

“Goodness child! You really believe such a cruel fate came to innocent merchants?” he nodded.  “Alright, then I’m going to have to speak with Elladan about changing your bedtime stories.”

“No please (Y/n). He tells the best stories don’t make him stop!” I smirked softly and said as I ruffled his head.

“Very well Estel. Now care to help me braid this into my hair?” he nodded as I sat down onto the floor so that he could properly braid my hair before putting the bead on it.

“Where do you think this bead came from sister?” he asked me.

“Well little one I’ve been putting a lot of thought into it. And I think this bead might hold more meaning than meets the eye. I believe this bead was once part of a Prince’s clothing ensemble. My story is that he fell in love with a woman but wished to give her not gold or jewels for her hand, but something more meaningful to him. So he took this bead from his clothing to present to his love. However, when he went to present his gift to his love, he had overheard of his love being taken by orcs while she was out for a ride on her horse. In his haste, he dropped the bead hoping to rescue his love in time.”

“And did he? Did he ever save his true love?” Estel asked me as he paused in mid-braid.

“I’d like to say they did. And the two of them are living together in the comforts of their newly built home hoping to raise a family together.” We both turned around and there stood Kili.

“Prince Kili!” exclaimed Estel as he raced over to the young dwarf prince.  Kili smiled at my cousin and ruffled his head playfully before greeting him.

“Hello there Estel, being good for your cousin I see?”

“(Y/n) was telling me of a bead she found while out on your travels.”

“So I overheard. Hope it’s alright if I added a small opinion to your story.” He said turning to me.

“I’m always open to new suggestions. I tend to leave mine in a mist of mystery. Drives this little one nuts.”

“She never seems to want to finish the story with her trinkets and earnings.” He whined.

“One day lad you’ll see that sometimes it’s better when things are left to the imagination, instead of always having a one-sided ending.” Kili said to Estel.

“And speaking of story endings, it’s best that you get back to your studies with Lindir. He’s probably already alerted Lord Elrond of your skipping’s. And you know how Lord Elrond is that you keep up with your studies.”

“Aww! But Kili only just arrived.” Estel whined.

“Tell you what lad, you head back and finish your studies. Then once you’re done, meet me and my brother in the training grounds and we’ll teach you how we Dwarves battle off orcs and goblins.”

“Can I sister please?!” Estel begged me clasping his hands together and looking up at me with those bright blue eyes of his.

“If your mother and Lord Elrond say it’s alright.” Estel cheered before racing off and bidding us goodbye.  I playfully shook my head, “I swear that child is more like a rabbit than a boy. Always full of energy and on the move.”

“Ahhh let him enjoy it. He is young, soon he’s going to grow and lose that sense of wonder and joy once he gets out into the real world.”

“You didn’t.” I teased as Kili gawked and softly laughed.

“True, but there are times where I wish I could go back to the days of my childhood. Me and Fili battling out against dragons and orcs and winning without any consequence of the outcome.” I nodded in agreement.  “So what was the bead that you and your cousin were discussing the origins of?” I then showed Kili the strand that Estel had braided for me which held the dark blue bead in my hair.

“I had found it just shortly before we had a run in with those trolls. Saw it hidden just beside a small patch of rocks. Figured it was worth keeping rather than letting it be forgotten amongst Yavanna’s earth.” When I turned to Kili I saw that his eyes were widened and his jaw seemed tense.  “Kili? Kili?”

“Huh? What sorry I-I was…..I have to go.” Suddenly he turned his back and hastily left the garden. My head tilted confused as to why he had left so sudden without another word? I shrugged before sitting back down to admire the bead.

*Kili’s POV*

She had my bead. (Y/n) had my family bead, not only did she have it but she was wearing it. Could-could it mean? No that’s impossible! There’s no way a Ranger of the North could fall for someone like me? But then why would she place my bead into her hair and have it braided?

“…..li? Oi Kili!” I snapped out of my daze to see Fili and Bofur standing before me in what appeared to be a den area of the Elvish realm.  All over the place there were beds and wooden furniture carved to perfection.

“You looked about as lost as a lamb there lad, everything alright?” asked Bofur.

“I—well I’m beginning to question that myself.”

“What is it Kili? You’re not ill are you?”

“No Fili, well not in the normal sense of illness.”

“Ahh-hahaha I think I know.” Bofur said.  “You, Kili, have fallen under the sickness of love. And I think I know just who it is that has caught your affections.” Bofur wiggled his brow towards my brother as I let out a groan.

“It’s not like that!”

“So you don’t have feelings for (Y/n)?” asked Fili.  I did a double take towards my brother and said to him.

“Wait you—you knew?”

“Your my brother Kili. You may have always been a flirt back home but never before have I seen you act around a woman the way you do with (Y/n).” I felt my face heat up as I said to them.

“It’s not just that.” They both looked at me perplexed.  “Remember how I had told you Fili that I had lost one of my beads that mother gave me?” my brother nodded.  “It turns out (Y/n) had found it. Not only that but after just recently talking with her, I had seen that she had braided it into her hair.”

At that confession, they both began to understand the gravity of the situation.

“Surely she must not know what it means to us. I mean you see a bead and the first thought is to braid it into your hair. Surely she can’t know what it means to us, does she?” I asked nervously.

“I wouldn’t be knowing Kili, but if I am honest with yah, I think she might feel the same about you.” Bofur said.

“How would you know Bofur?” I snapped.

“You may not know it laddie, but that lass will look at you when she knows you’re not looking. And I see the same loving look in her eyes that you give to her.”

“You’re jesting Bofur. There’s no way she looks at me like that!”

“I wouldn’t be too sure brother.” Fili said.  I turned to him as he continued, “Remember back with the trolls? When they were going to put you onto the spit, (Y/n) fought to take your place.”

“But wasn’t that because we’re part of the same company? She’s just looking out for us. That’s her nature. Her kind, caring, motherly nature.” I trailed off as I felt my heart skip a beat.

“All I’m saying brother is maybe you should talk to her.”

“And how should I start it off? How about saying something like, ‘Greetings (Y/n), you know the bead you’ve got in your hair in that braid? It’s actually my family bead and by braiding it into your hair you’ve agreed to be my wife. Will you marry me?’ No.” I scoffed the last part.  “I can’t force that onto her.”

“I’m not saying lead on with that. But maybe just talk to her and see if there is any mutual feelings between the two of you. If there is, you’ll finally be happy with her. If not, then at least you’ll have your answer.”

“And if it is a rejection that comes my way? How do you expect me to cope with it? She’ll never look at me the same way again.”

“Even if she does reject your affections Kili, I doubt (Y/n) is the kind of person to make whatever bond she makes feel inferior to how it was before. But like your brother said laddie, you’ll never know unless you talk to her.” Bofur said.

I looked at the two of them, took a deep breath and thanked them for the advice before I left to go find (Y/n) before it grew dark.

*1ST Person POV*

I was at the training grounds with my bow and arrow hoping to get in some last minute training before I would retire for the night.  I notched an arrow onto the bowstring, pulled it back, took a breath before steadying my hand and let the arrow fly.  It hit dead center and I notched another arrow into the bow before releasing that and it hit the center as well as splitting the arrow.

“Ahh, when did you learn to do that?” I turned to see Kili looking between me and the target in amazement.

“When I was a little girl, when I refused to believe that a bow was just something my aunt would tie to my curly locks.” I said notching another arrow into my bow and fired it at the target splitting the other two arrows.  “My uncle agreed. He said learning to fight was essential whether you wore a dress or trousers. He was the wisest man I ever knew.”

“Wish my kin were as supportive at first when I had wish to take the bow and arrow as my main weapon of choice.”

“Thing was he wasn’t just supportive. My uncle he—he was the only father figure I ever had after my own dad walked out on my mother. After she was killed by orcs, my aunt took me in. He took me aside one early morning, taught me everything I know about fighting and said to me, ‘(Y/n), my little raven. If you remember what you’re fighting for you’ll never miss your target’.” I said remember my uncle Arathorn as a good man.

He was not only a good leader to the Rangers up in the North, but he was a loving man who loved his wife.  And loved a child that was not his own blood as a father should.  Raised her, taught her to fight but also keep a level head. I only wish that Aragorn had the same opportunity to bond with his father as I did.

“He sounds like a good man.” Kili told me solemnly.

“Aye. He was.” I said clasping the necklace he gave me a year after being adopted into the family. It’s not much just a simple silver chain with a raven in flight pendant on it but it’s so special to me and never once have I taken it off.

“Is that why you like collecting small objects?” he asked me.  I smiled solemnly and nodded.

“When I was a child and would go with him on patrols, most of the Rangers tired of how I would stop them to find a loose button or a smooth pebble perfect for skipping across the river. But never my uncle, in fact he always encouraged me to keep at it. Said that I’d never know when I might find the greatest treasure of them all.”

We sat there in a comfortable silence for a brief moment (although it felt like an eternity) until Kili finally spoke up.

“I uhh…..” he trailed off softly.  “I think you might’ve missed the target.” I looked at him confused before turning to the target where my split arrows were.  “No not….” He softly chuckled, “I meant with your story. The one you told your cousin about. For the bead.”

“Did I?” he softly nodded but he refused to look me directly in the eye.  “Care to elaborate your theory of this bead?”

“Well it’s not much different from yours. Just some minor details changed. The bead did in fact belong to a prince. But the bead was a part of his family’s heirloom, one that would be meant for a future courting. However, while out on a quest, he had realized that he had lost it. He searched and searched but could not find the bead anywhere. The Prince was heartbroken, not only of the fact he had lost his family bead, but that one day he had hoped to give it to the woman he loves was now gone. Then a few days after the start of his quest, he soon finds the woman he loves wearing his bead into her braided hair.”

He fiddled with his hands before finally looking up at me, his eyes holding both a loving gaze but also a hint of fear and insecurity.  I then watched as his eyes soon turned to look at my braid.  I lifted it up and stared at the bead only for my heart to stop and my stomach sink.

Wait…..could he mean—

“You don’t have to say anything. I won’t force you plus you did not know that braiding a Dwarf’s family bead means you accept a courtship with me. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks now but I cannot deny my feelings any longer. (Y/n), I……” I stopped his rambling by bestowing a small kiss to his cheek.

“My heart feels the same way Kili.” His eyes widened with surprise looked at me and from his stubbled face I could see the faintest hint of a blush.

“Really?”

“Really, really.” I said with a warm smile.  A bright smile soon started to show itself on his face as he took my hands into his and bestowed a sweet kiss to the back of my knuckles.

“Mahal’s beard my—my heart is pounding more harder than Aulë slamming his axe upon a mountain of stone.”

“And the very breath within me feels like it has been sucked away.” I said to him.

“Is this what finding my One feels like? If it is, I never want it to go away. Nor do I wish to see you go.”

“I may not know the concept of your One, but if it’s anything to what we call soulmates then yes. I saw it every day with my aunt and uncle before his death. They held the purest form of true love I had only ever read in story books. But never did I hope to experience such a love.”

“Best get used to it amrâlimê, because I will spend every hour of my wakened days giving all my love to you.” I knelt down beside him and cupped the side of his face, brushing away the dark strands of his hair as I felt his hand gently cup my jawline as our forehead softly touched one another’s.

Our noses slowly grazing across the other’s like wind in the grass until finally our lips became one and we gifted our devoted love for each other through each kiss and stolen baited breath.

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[tinytiger]

The Hobbit - A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

Masterlist

The Truth

The dwarves are unhappy with a meatless meal, and tensions rise when Y/n, with elven heritage, is treated as royalty by Elrond. Y/n asserts her independence and playfully challenges royal norms. A food fight breaks out during dinner, and later, Y/n encounters the dwarves frolicking in a fountain, resulting in a soaked dress. Despite mishaps, playful banter ensues between Y/n and Kili, hinting at a budding relationship. The evening ends with Y/n surprising Kili with a cheeky kiss, leaving him dazed, and Thorin observing their connection.

Tw- None

The dwarves were not happy.

There was no meat at all on the plates that were put in front of them, just green things that tasted horrible. Thorin had refused to sit at the table and eat food given to him by the species he hated the most. As he looked out of the large hole he stood in front of, his mind was trying to process what had just happened.

Elrond has called Y/n ‘Your Majesty’. She is related to that pampered asshole that is King Thranduil.

Anger flooded through his veins, how come Y/n hadn’t told them.

The chatter behind him stopped. Thorin turned around because the dwarves being quiet during a meal is nothing normal.

As he turned, Y/n walked into the light of the hall. The dress was pooling at her feet, the sleeves were way too long for her. Her hair was pulled back and had been put into a plat, the tiara was weaved into her.

She looked gorgeous, but you could tell she was uncomfortable. As she moved to sit next to Kili, Erland grabbed her hand to make her sit next to him.

“Y/n, you have to sit here!” he exclaimed as Y/n stood up. That is when she exploded.

“Oh, do I, I thought I could sit where I want, and I want to sit with my friends. Not some posh elf boy with an ego that is the size of Smaug’s love for gold. Now stop telling me what to do!” Y/n commanded.

Ever since she had walked into this place, that she used to miss, the people were bowing and telling her where to go and what to do. Surely a princess should have her freedom. She spun on her heel and walked over to where all the dwarves were sat, with astonished looks on their faces. Thorin went to brood out of the window, with a smirk on his face.

At least the sass was passed down.

The chatter returned as she sat down and dug into the salad that was in front of her. After 5 minutes, she looked up at Kili and said,

“I am so sorry about my past. I thought you would treat me differnerly if you would know that i wasn’t a normal half elf.”

Kili smiled and put his large hand on her small, now less muddy, hand.

“I get it, we wouldn’t treat you any different from how we do now. I mean, I’m a prince, and Bofur threw a rock at me the other day.” Kili laughed as the look of shock crossed Y/n’s face.

Then a lettuce leaf smacked her in the back of the head.

“All right, which one of you was that!” she swirled around and picked up a parsnip. All of the dwarves pointed at Fili.

She swung her arm back and threw the vegetable at Fili. But it was way off target and hit Thorin in the back of the head; everyone went quiet.

“Oh Skirth!” she swore as Thorin slowly spun around. She was dead. Then another lettuce leaf hit him in the forehead. Kili and Fili jumped out of their seats and began to throw vegetables at whoever was in reach. Twice Kili got a tomato in the face; Y/n seemed to be the main target for three of the dwarves.

Kili ran towards her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Kili Durin! Put me down now!” She screamed, slamming her fists into his shoulder.

“Ow! No, stop wriggling, will you. Ow,” he argued back but eventually put her on the floor.

“Watch this,” Kili whispered into her pointed ears.

He picked up a potato and threw it in Erland’s direction. He moved out of the way just in time, and it hit the statue behind him. The two burst out laughing. The evening was very enjoyable.

Y/n was walking around Rivendale. She kept thinking of her mother; would the guards of Rivendale tell her father she was here? They had to go near Mirkwood, so would she run into her brother or her father?

As she walked past the fountain, shouts caught her attention. They seemed happy. As she turned the corner, her eyes caught a sight she wouldn’t forget for a while.

All of the dwarves were in the fountain, naked. She squeaked, and that caught the attention of them all. She spun around as Kili got out of the fountain.

“You alright, Lass?” He asked, walking behind her, not being able to see her face. She was glad about that, as she was bright red.

“Yes, Kili, I’m fine. Could you just get back in the water or put a towel on… please,” she muttered as he got closer.

“Come on, Kili,” Fili shouted in his direction. Kili laughed and walked back to the fountain.

Y/n turned around as she heard a massive splash. All of the dwarves had jumped in, causing a massive splash to get her soaked.

Her dress was ruined, which she didn’t care about, but it was starting to stick to her body. Making her curves stick out a bit.

“Guys!” she moaned.

She walked back to her room, dripping water all over the place. She was freezing.

“Y/n!” Her name was shouted as she turned to see Kili, this time in a green shirt with brown trousers on.

“Kili, I’m not mad at you.” His face lit up. “But please don’t do that again.”

“Well, it wasn’t my idea it was—“

“Let me guess, Fili.”

“Yes,” Kili said, looking at the floor.

“Actually, I was surprised that you landed in the fountain. Where did you aim when we needed to shoot the warg earlier?” The e/c-eyed girl looked at Kili with a smirk. She had pushed a couple of buttons.

“Hey, at least I don’t trip over my own feet.”

Leaning in, Y/n glared and stuck her tongue out at him. The two burst into a fit of giggles.

Kili gazed into her eyes as she looked at him.

“At least I can argue with a troll.”

“At least, I don’t get caught by a troll.”

“I was saving Bilbo!” Y/n cried, putting her hands on her hips.

“I saved you twice!” Kili gave her a sideways glance.

“Once, and you told them to drop me; if they did, I would have landed on my head.”

“And we wouldn’t want your pretty ears to get squished, would we?”

Y/n punched Kili in the shoulder.

“Ow! Stop being so rough,” Kili cried out as he held onto his arm.

“I thought you liked it rough,” Y/n cheekily said, raising an eyebrow.

Kili’s face went into a dark shade of red. His head suddenly was filled with situations that made his legs twang a bit.

He came to a halt at her side. Kili wanted to say something. Anything, he wanted to make her feel like this. As she reached her door, she looked at Kili and spoke.

“Thanks for walking me back.” She turned to open the door to her room.

“You’re welcome; oh, and Thorin wants us to leave at midnight. We need to get to Dale before Durin’s Day,” Kili told her, gazing at her.

“Oh, thank you, Kili,” Y/n replied, her thigh holster was beginning to rub; she mentally swore.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Kili said as he walked back to the place where the dwarves slept.

Y/n stopped, her heart beating at 100 miles per hour. An idea popped into her head. She spun around and kissed Kili on his cheek. When she lowered herself to the ground, she smirked at him.

“Goodnight, Prince.”

Y/n disappeared into her room, leaving Kili in the corridor on his own.

Kili had never been so still. He was really tempted to open that door and kiss her back. Walking over to the door, he put his hand on the doorknob.

“Kili.”

His face shot up, and he saw Thorin. How much had he seen? The whole thing. He smiled at the young dwarf and put his arm around his shoulder and walked the dazed boy back to the room he was staying in.

#hobbit #kili durin #kili x reader #xreader

[ethereal-inquisitor]

Chapter 6: Bittersweet

a/n: Baking, backstory, jealous!Thorin if you squint

Previous Chapter

You took a deep breath as you began mixing together ingredients for your treats, still trying to decide what it was you were going to make. Thranduil was waiting, still giving you that intense gaze, and you honestly didn’t know where to start.

“After the battle, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. There was an entire kingdom to rebuild, and it was not going to be a picnic. I wasn’t expecting the hostile greeting I got when people started streaming in.” You paused, sprinkling some more flour in the dough that was beginning to for before continuing. “For a people that did nothing to retake the mountain, they were very interested in taking advantage of Thorin once it was safe again.”

“Such is the nature of dwarves,” the elf said wryly, tapping his finger in the counter as he watched your hands expertly knead the dough in the bowl. “But I am far more interested in how this all deals with you.”

“I’m getting there. You just need to know the background so you understand a bit better.” Plopping the dough from your bowl onto the floured surface, you continue to pull and smash the mass into a smooth ball. “They streamed into the kingdom en masse, and they made their opinions known loudly that a gold-digging harpy like me was not welcome in their city, regardless of what I’d done to help Thorin’s company.” You gave a short, humorless laugh. “I didn’t even take the share of the money that they tried to give me. How’s that for irony? Anyway, I underestimated how…desperate the dwarrowdam were to try and have one of their own marry Thorin.  Fili and Kili, too. The noble families had schemes upon schemes to try and hook them, and I was the idiot who had no idea.”

Another hard punch to the dough and you continued. “I didn’t see Thorin much after the battle. He’s a wonderful king, very dedicated to his people. Completely deaf to rumors, though, unless they’re brought directly to him. A group of older dwarrowdams had weaseled their way into his inner workings, insisting they would be beneficial to the rebuild. As I understand it, they’re the ones who started the rumors about me, whispering all kinds of lies in his ear.”

This punch was harder, and your knuckles stung as they hit the counter. “I tried to laugh it off at first because how could he even think that I would do anything that would harm Erebor? Silly rumors from people who had nothing better to do. Looking back now, though, maybe he did believe them from the beginning.” The dough was dangerously close to being over-kneaded, so you put it in a bowl with a cover on it and started on another batch. “It wasn’t until he officially announced our ‘courtship’ that it went from mildly annoying to vicious. I got this ring that was meant for the Queen. It was beautiful, but it was too big for me to wear, so I kept it locked in my room until we could find a master jeweler to resize it. I never touched it after Thorin gave it to me because it was so beautiful and I was afraid I’d break it. Or lose it. I’m not sure if you know, but I’m terribly absentminded sometimes, and I knew I’d set the thing down somewhere and then what would happen?” You blew a hair out of your face, using the back of your hand to push it away completely.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lip tipping up. “You would have been better leaving the hair there. The flour does nothing for your complexion.”

You rolled your eyes and wiped at your cheek. “If flour is the only thing that I get on me while I’m baking, it’s a good day. Anyway, Thorin assigned me a dwarrowdam to help me learn the dwarven customs, translate dwarvish, that kind of thing. Her name was Opal, and she was pleasant enough. Nicer than all the others at least, or so I thought. See, she was the eldest daughter of one of the higher-up noble families, and it was her goal to get into Thorin’s pants. Every time Thorin and I would be able to have dinner together or something, she would make up something to pull one of us away. For months I only saw him in passing, and while he was away from me, the other women would try and convince him of my villainy.”

The next batch of dough was ready to be beaten, and as the story went on, you felt it was very therapeutic to smash it. “Missives started popping up with my seal on it. Weird, suspicious missives that tried to reroute supplies, that insulted dwarven nobles, even some just bashing Thorin as a crappy king. I didn’t send them, but he spent more and more time avoiding me. I’m not sure what he thought, but I can’t understand anything in dwarvish let alone write it, and every single one of the letters were written in it. The final straw, though, was the last letter.”

The dough was pulled, scraped, and then punched again. “Because I didn’t use the ring, I knew it was a possibility someone could have swiped it. It was always there when I checked, but I took my issues to Balin, hoping he could help. The others begun to turn on me, too, around this time, so I was half-afraid Balin would treat me like they had.” You cleared your throat, pushing the lump that had formed in your throat down. “But Balin is very wise, and he knew something was wrong with the entire situation. Bilbo had come up from the Shire for a visit, so we looped him into a plan to try and see if anyone was taking the ring when I wasn’t around. That Hobbit could be standing in the middle of a crowded room, and no one would see him if he didn't want them to. It's impressive.”

The second batch was complete, and you set it aside to rise to work on the fruity fillings. You were quiet for a few minutes, chopping up strawberries and various other beautiful fruits.

“Bilbo caught Opal using the ring while I was gone. She was the one who made my schedule, and so she would wait until I was caught up in something, sneak into my room and put my seal on her letters. It didn’t matter, though, because she had already sent out the piece de resistance. The final nail in my coffin as far as Thorin was concerned. I was on my way to see Balin when Thorin found me on one of the busier roads in Erebor.”

Tears stung your eyes, and you rubbed at your eyes angrily. “I’m sure you’ve heard what happened there.” You sniffed, putting all the fruits in a bowl and drizzling honey over them. “The letter was basically one long insult to Thorin, ending in my apparent criticisms of his prowess in the bedroom.” A humorless laugh escaped you. “The funny thing is, we never…” you moved your hands around aimlessly, “you know, had the kind of relations to know about someone’s prowess in the bedroom.”

Thranduil blinked, but politely didn’t say a word.

You continued. “So he should have known something was off. By the time I got to Balin, I was so angry and hurt I couldn’t think. Even though we had figured out the problem, I knew I had to leave.” What you didn’t tell Thranduil was that the connection you had made with Thorin over the past year had shattered as soon as the words left his mouth. He hated you enough that he had decided to end whatever it was that was growing between the two of you, so you did the only thing you could. You cut off your courting braid, handed it to Balin, and left. “I left not long after that. Bilbo told me that it took Balin two weeks to get an audience with Thorin to show him the evidence about Opal. I don’t know how that went, and I really don’t care.”

You reached out to grab one of the resting dough balls, flattening it out with a roller. “I’ve been waiting to hear about an engagement or something. Opal did work hard for her prize.” The sarcasm dripped heavily from your lips. You quickly cut small circles out of the flattened dough, shaping them into little cups and placing them on a pan. Walking over to the oven, you passed the doorway and paused, swearing you could hear something just outside the door.

Oh, great, that’s just what you need. A servant running off to gossip about your non-existent love life. Placing the pan in the oven, you slowly made your way over to the doorway to yell at whoever was out there.

“What are you doing?” Thranduil asked.

You turned to look at him, narrowing your eyes. “I just.. wanted to look out into the hallway…”

“No one is out there. It’s just the trees creaking in the breeze. I understand you are used to subterfuge and hostile dwarves, but this is my palace. I know everything that goes on here, unlike the dwarf, apparently.”

Giving one more suspicious look to the doorway, you walked past it back to the counter to work on the second batch. “If you say so.”

“I do. I know when someone is standing outside a doorway,” the elf drawled, as if amused by something you didn’t understand.

Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling, silently cursing yourself for ever leaving the Shire. “So that’s about it. I’d be surprised if he hadn’t married one of them by now. Or two. I don’t really know how kings and their wives work for dwarves.”

“I’m sure there’s much more to it than that but thank you for sharing it with me.” He stood from his chair, walking over to your side of the counter and looking down at your work. “Is there a particular reason why you made so many?” With his hands clasped behind his back, he leaned down so his face was level with yours.

“I’m used to cooking for a large group, I guess,” you mumble. “Plus, Ori can eat about fifteen of them on his own if I don’t watch him. Do you want to make one?”

You turn your head slightly to the side and tried not to giggle at the look of utter horror on his face. “Make this?”

“Yes. It’s not that hard. Don’t give me that look, you’ve stared down and army of dwarves and orcs. I’m sure you have the manual dexterity to work with dough.”

He stood to his full height, looking down his nose at you in that infuriating way of his. “I don’t have to eat the orcs and dwarves after I touch them.”

You blinked once, and the complete absurdity of that sentence made you laugh. You quickly clapped your hands over your mouth. “Sorry…Point taken.” You attempted to school your expression into a more serious one. “Did that at least help put the puzzle together a little bit?”

“Mm,” he said thoughtfully. “It does make more sense than the others I’ve heard.” He watched you as you finished everything up and cleaned up your mess while the treats were baking. “I have subjects who can do that for you.”

“Of course, you do,” you replied dryly. “But not all of us are royalty. Us common folk must clean up our own messes. Besides, the counter needs to be clean now so I can put the pans on it.”

Thranduil walked over to the suspicious doorway and leaned against it facing outward, his gaze lingering on something just to his left. He caught Thorin’s gaze, and the two kings stared at each other for a moment before the elf turned and moved back inside as if nothing happened.

You moved around him, noticing the sky beginning to lose its rich, dark color. “It’ll be morning soon,” you said softly, pulling the batches of little bowls out of the oven. Walking them over to Thranduil, you put them on the counter, reaching over to grab two spoons and the large bowl of sweet fruit. Handing one of the spoons to the elf, you used yours to dig a spoonful on mixture and drop it in the little crust. “You can help this way, then. It’ll be faster if both of us work together.

He took the spoon as if it were a snake. “I’d be willing to wait for you to finish all of them….”

You glared at him. “I swear, if you tell me you’re however old and you’ve never cooked a day in your life, I may have to throw something at you. Everyone needs to know how to cook. Kings included. But,” you continue, “if you’re too scared….”

He narrowed his eyes at you as he reached around you to stick the spoon in the mix. While holding your gaze, he deftly dropped it into one of the cups without even looking. “I know how to cook things that are necessary for living, yes.”

You raise your eyebrows, giving him a bored look. “But nothing that would bring you happiness? These things, instant happiness.” You bring the bowl to sit in the middle, and you and Thranduil work in complete quiet. Once you were done, you sprinkled just a touch of crunchy sugar on top, and they were ready for consumption.

You reached out to grab the one closest to you, turning to hand it to the king. “You get the honor of the first one.”

He blinked, looking at the small cup of fruit sitting in his hand. With a sigh, he brought it up to his lips and took a small bite, his eyes widening as the flavors burst against his tongue.

“Yeah, I know. It’s amazing,” you preen, giggling. You look around for a basket or two to put the treats in. After you found some suitable ones, you brought them back to the counter. Something was off…

There was an entire row missing.

You slowly looked up at the king who had half a treat crammed in his mouth and another in his hand waiting to be the next victim. He had no shame, and it was obvious he wasn’t sorry.

You snort, setting a couple of more on a cloth and putting the rest in the baskets. “Looks like I have to double it next time.” Covering the baskets with a cloth, you grab them and look up at Thranduil expectantly. “All done!”

He sets the other pastry on the cloth with the others you gave him and picked them up delicately. “They are remarkably delicious,” he finally said as he led you out the door the two of you came in.

“Thank you,” you replied happily, “I glad you liked them. Do you think we can swing by Ori’s room to drop a basket off?”

He glared at the basket as if it personally offended him. “I suppose if we must. That is many pastries for one dwarf.”

“You may be right, but I was going to give the other basket to you, so maybe I should reconsider everything.”

He held his head up and sniffed. “I suppose it isn’t too far out of the way.”

Thranduil led you to Ori, Nori, and Dori’s room, and you left the basket right on the doorhandle. You didn’t want to wake them, but you knew it would brighten Ori’s day to get them. Nodding happily, you are escorted back to your room. Standing outside the door, you hand the basket to Thranduil. “Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. And for staying while I baked the crazy away. And for the clothes.” Oh, gods, shut up. Stop rambling.

Thranduil took the basket, stony-faced as ever. “You are quite welcome. Perhaps you can rest now, and later we can all discuss what the next steps are. I will not let them wake you for a few hours.”

“Maybe,” you said evasively. “Oh! Wait!” You open the door quickly, running into the room to grab his robe. You brought it out with you, holding the heavy clothing out to him. “Thank you for this, too.”

He nodded, reaching out to grab it when another voice cut through the air.

“Thranduil!” Thorin shouted from the other end of the hallway. “I would speak with you now!”

Frowning, the elf looked down the long corridor at Thorin, then to you and then to the robe. “On second thought,” he purred, carefully maneuvering the long fabric around your shoulders. “You may keep it. It does get rather chilled in these halls for a human.” With that final quip, he turned from you and glided down the hallway to a fuming Dwarven King.

Sighing, you pull the warmth around your shoulders, using your hip to push the door open. Maybe you could get a few hours sleep. Maybe.

Next Chapter

#the hobbit thorin #thorin x reader #thorin x fem!reader #underneath the fireflies

[pomgore]

tell us about rather death than false of faith!

me, sitting on my ass in the middle of the day, sick as a dog, eating a popsicle and watching a terrible sitcom: did i just get an ask from scary-grace

rather death than false of faith is a sort of sadder thorin-lives au where thorin makes it out of the botfa but fili and kili don't, so thorin cuts his hair and gives three braids to the people he deems most affected by his Poor Decision Making while under the influence of gold, these people being dis, dain, and tauriel

affectionately it is also entitled "the haircut au" for bullying thorin reasons

i really like thorin exile aus (again, bullying thorin reasons) so after his penintent dwarf rituals bilbo takes him back to the shire and they have some interesting adventures along the way, including but not limited to more thranduil vs thorin sassing (thranduil wanted a braid for his trouble) and thorin losing his right eye to a rogue warg

Tauriel stared at the lock of hair for a long while, silence echoing in the bright, cold hall they shared alone. It took a feat of discomfort to feel suffocated in the tall stonework of Erebor, but here Thorin was, feeling suffocated.

"What is this?" She finally asked. Thorin was near-winded by the emotion in her voice, unexpected and raw in a way he did not know elves to be. When he dared meet her eyes, he bit his tongue before dully observing that her age-wizened eyes were glittering with tears.

Thorin cleared his throat. "I believe," he said, "you and I may one day come to an understanding on the matter of my sister-son."

"... lord Thorin, I don't understand-"

"I have lost a piece of myself, one whom I loved dearly and terribly." Even now, addressing this elf-maiden, Thorin felt keenly the absence of any peer, any family. "So have you."

this one is definitely underdeveloped bc i love the idea so much i've drawn like three haircut thorins, but honest to god i just haven't found the spoons to really get it going (been writing hella oneshots, they're all on ao3)

thank you so much for the ask! i'm an unbelievably huge fan of your work and i'm reading/rereading kairos with vigor and fury pretty much every weekend <3 have a wonderful day

#sent to me #the pom! signal #ask game #so normal about getting asks from fic writers i admire. so normal it's almost... abnormal. one might say.

[dirt-cup-draco]

In His Touch- Fili x Reader

Prompt: Casually reaching out to play with someone’s hair

The sting in your eyes from the abrasive smoke was nearly as permanent as the ache in your bones but you couldn’t find yourself bothered with either as you sat on the dewy grass, a bowl of Bombur’s stew in hand. The fire before you was raging, casting violent shadows against everyone’s otherwise gentle features. Thorin’s hard expression was made further sinister by the flickering of the light and your heart panged in sympathy for the leader you had come to respect so fiercely. 

The dwarves and hobbit around you laughed, hollered, and hooted. Each of them speaking over each other and sending their voices bouncing off of the tall trees above you. Tonight the weather was mild and there was no danger present or near, so much so that Fili and Kili were not stopped even as they shouted and fought playfully. You sighed happily as you leaned against the felled tree stump at your back. It was nearly as wide around as the horizontal span of your arms and made for as good of a backrest as anything. 

Your contentment could not only be attributed to your, nearly, carefree friends and the fine weather. Nor could it only be Bombur’s stew which was often enough to lift your spirits on even the worst of days, especially when the company’s resources became low and rations had to be cut short. Tonight, your joy was brought upon by the beacon of light who was not quite two yards from you, sweat glistening on his brow as he grappled with his brother. 

Fili’s smirk was sharp at the corner but his eyes were bright with mirth and you longed to see that joy directed at you, because of you. It was no secret to many in the company where your heart was being kept. Thankfully, the dwarf himself wasn’t aware of how twisted around his finger you were. You’d spent many of your nights on this perilous journey frightened that you wouldn’t see the next morning and that Fili would never know of your dedication to him, yet when you found yourself with the words on the tip of your tongue the fear of losing him to rejection became more terrifying. 

You could survive anything so long as you could keep Fili in your life, no matter in what capacity it would be. 

Unaware that you had drifted off into a dreamy state, eyes glued to your loved one, you startled easily when Bombur sat beside you, bumping your shoulder with his. 

“If ye stare much longer, I fear your eyes won’t be able to see anything but him,” Bombur chuckled lowly, keeping his voice subdued so the others around you would not hear. You were grateful for it, even on the off chance any of them tuned into your now private conversation.

A warmth crept into your cheeks and it had nothing to do with the fire that was now quite a bit shorter than the last time you’d taken notice, the crackling of the wood now a pleasant instrument in the night’s symphony. 

“I hadn’t even realized I’d been looking,” You admitted truthfully. You were certainly the dedicated moth, but Fili could never be the flame. There was not a single bone in his body that could ever cause harm to someone he cared for and you were gratefully someone he called “friend”. To be more accurate, he was the sun and the moon. You were dependent on his warmth and his light and without him you were certain you couldn’t go on. 

“I think it’s time to tell him, lass,” Bombur spoke gently but firmly, velvet laid over steel. It was one of your favorite traits of your best friend. He was unmovable in many things but he was also tentative and caring. You were grateful that he hadn’t pushed you more on this subject but you could tell he was growing wary of your pining. 

“Now is not the time,” Your voice sounded weak in your ears, the argument flimsy in the face of Death, whom you met with nearly daily. 

“Let us hope nothing keeps you from the future you wish for,” Bombur sighed, lips curled up in loving melancholy. You knew he didn’t mean for the words to bite at your skin and pierce your heart but you also knew he was not wrong in voicing it. 

You lived an uncertain life and “now” was the only certainty you had. 

Fili and Kili had tired themselves out by the light of the moon, their playfighting dying down into insults wrapped in brotherly love and the repetitive bump of a shoulder and now the two had come to sit at the end of the very trunk you found yourself leaning against. Bombur had left you with your thoughts for the better part of an hour and now the very topic of your worries and hopes and feelings was seated a foot away and you were surprised to find his eyes already on you.

“Gehyith, what is it that has you frowning so?” Fili asked, his mustache twitching at the ends as he smiled gleefully, “Could it be Kili’s stench? I told him we’d all die from the severity of it if he does not find a lake soon,” 

You couldn’t help the laugh the bubbled up from deep in your stomach, your head thrown back with the force of your amusement- especially once Kili let out a dignified and offended gasp, shoving his brother off of the stump before he took his leave with only an eye roll. Fili couldn’t help his own chuckle, knowing Kili wasn’t bothered by his comment. 

Kili’s absence brought you relief and a swirling anxiety all in the same breath. Alone time with Fili seemed a precious gift, yet you feared every second with him would lead you closer to your end. Now, you were certain tonight- this stunning, perfect, night- would be your last. For Fili had taken it upon himself to slide closer to you, even going so far as to slide off the stump and sit beside you, his thigh and shoulder warm against yours. Not sure what to do with your hands, you folded them lamely in your lap. 

“How was-” 

You were cut short, a pitiful whimper falling from your lips when Fili’s fingertips drifted delicately against your cheekbone, a strand of your hair pushed behind your ear. His skin was well-worn leather and your stomach was in knots. 

“Come again?” Fili asked innocently, his brow quirked up towards his hairline. His fingers trailed down your neck, his nails making a shiver break out down your spine despite the balmy air. 

“J-just was wondering how you are fairing today,” You mumbled when his path continued to the ends of your hair, his fingers tangling easily there as he played with the loose and wild strands. 

Those rosy lips of his were upturned, his eyes molten gold. “I think it has been one of the best days I’ve experienced yet,” 

Growing comfortable in his affection, you were able to contain yourself enough to jest. “You are ancient, so that must be quite the feat,” 

Your love’s boisterous laugh was your most favorite noise and you felt your smile grow painfully wider. “Y/N, you are so cruel to me,” Fili teased, pulling the ends of your hair and then returning his hand to your scalp to lightly massage your aching head- another permanent sensation you had grown used to on this adventure. His strong and determined hands eased the dull throb for a short while and the relief was so wonderful you let yourself lean against his open hand. 

It was not strange for you and Fili to be close, he was a dwarf who cared deeply for his friends and he was not above pulling each and every one of them close to share hugs, shed tears, and celebrate. You felt some pride, however, recognizing that you had never seen him play with anyone’s hair but yours. It was a treat for you alone and even though it nearly rendered you speechless every time, you were glad for his continued practice of turning you to mush. 

“You know I love you,” You spoke honestly, but the words themselves were innocent enough to Fili’s ears as you had told him this sentiment time and time again without revealing to which depth you loved him. 

“Aye, I know it, gehyith,” He hummed, head leaned back and eyes closed. The low firelight flickered against his throat and you wondered what he would taste like if you placed your lips there. 

“One day I will get Bombur to tell me what insult you have chosen as my nickname,” You giggled, giddy off of his presence. It surely was no help to you when he brought his arm around your shoulder, only to keep his fingers twister in your hair- his hand now cradling your head. 

“One day I will tell you myself,” Fili said with suddenly certainty, his eyes capturing yours with an intensity that made you feel as if you had missed something. 

“One day,” You mimed back, your gaze only parting from his quickly enough to peak at the inviting curve of his mouth. 

It was a promise to yourself, and him, that one day in the future you would tell him that your chest had been empty for months now, your heart having stole away to find a home in the palm of his hand. 

For now, you could not jeopardize the slice of heaven you found yourself in. 

Your future was not promised, yet in his touch, the present seemed to be a gift worth holding onto. 

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Gehyith = Little Dove My guide to Khuzdul found----> here

#fili x reader #Random Idea Folder #fluff #yes i used a celine dion song for the title #thank you to everyone who voted! #draco and bucky came verrryyyy close but our lovely fili came out on top #;) #she's rusty #but happy #the hobbit #fili durin #fili durin x reader

[lordoftherazzles]

Can I you write something on jealous thorin! I am dying to read something like that... Like Bilbo going somewhere and getting flirted by someone (except elves and dwarves) for example by a normal handsome person. And even Bilbo is attracted and stupified by his elegance and his slender body.

Thank you so much for this prompt!! I love writing a grumpy guy. This one was a lot of fun for me and gave me an opportunity to explore a "during the quest" setting! I hope you enjoy it!

prompt "I do believe our burglar has a type,"

word count 2175

relationship(s) thorin oakenshield/bilbo baggins

character(s) thorin oakenshield, bilbo baggins, the company of thorin oakenshield

additional notes this one was insanely fun for me, that's all I gotta say! I'm LOVING these prompts and ideas you guys are giving me!!

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Thorin didn’t like Lake-Town.

Namely, the Master and his greasy little sidekick, but they were given more of a welcome and more accommodation than the bargeman had been able to secure. The sooner they were out of here, the better, but there was still a bit of time before Durin’s Day, and there was no need to camp aimlessly outside of a hidden door.

Celebrations and the promise of riches for all had kept spirits rather high, except for Thorin’s. He had tried to put on a mask, the type that was reserved for social affairs that he hadn’t been a part of since he was a much younger lad. Thankfully this was nothing like the social gatherings that had been held between Erebor and Dale once upon a time.

There was that stench of stale ale in the air, as well as fish, but that seemed to sum up Lake-Town entirely. Thorin sat near the end of one table, tapping his fingers against the wood as his glare seemed to be burning into the back of someone at the second table that housed his company.

Feeling an elbow jam into his own, a scowl formed on his lips as Kili wedged himself to sit at the table, sitting far too close for Thorin’s comfort. “Why the long face, Uncle?” Kili chimed, a small slur to his voice as he had a mug in one hand and the other hugging onto Thorin’s arm. At least the alcohol was keeping the younger dwarf from grimacing every single time he took a step. That shot to Kili’s leg had been bound, but certainly not healed.

“I’m fine,” Thorin insisted with a growl before Fili wedged in on his other side.

“You don’t look fine to me. I know that look. You’re angry.” Fili nearly had a sing-song tone to his voice, but at least he didn’t reek of ale as Kili did.

Another nudge at Thorin’s elbow had the leader of the Company squishing in on himself so that he wasn’t bumping elbows. It was a failed effort.

“Could it be because a certain someone has his attention fixated on someone else? I do believe our burglar has a type,” Fili gave Thorin’s arm a comforting pat, not trying to sound teasing whatsoever. Though the same couldn’t be said for Kili.

“What? Tall, dark, and broody?” Kili sputtered out with a laugh, spilling a quarter of his mug across the table. “Though, I do suppose Uncle could be considered tall for a dwarf!”

Thorin’s face was flushed, be it by both anger as well as embarrassment as he felt his ears burn. He couldn’t let his eyes tear away from Bilbo’s back, or the small nods of fascination that seemed to come from the hobbit as he was engaged in deep conversation with one of the Lake-Town locals.

A tall fellow, dark hair wedged beneath a hat and a beard that surpassed even Thorin’s own. Not that the dwarf was examining this fellow that much, but he was one of the more reasonable fellows to look at in this fisherman’s town. Never before had Thorin been concerned about his appearance, not like this, and yet here he was, idly reaching a hand up towards his shorter beard and scrubbing at the coarser hairs that didn’t measure up to any sign of beauty among dwarves.

“There is a solution in all of this, Uncle. You could just go over there and sweep the burglar off his feet for yourself?” Fili offered up, trying to sound helpful, but he was fixated with a glare that told him to snap his jaw shut.

“I am not bothered if Mister Baggins chooses to socialize during our stay. I will not tell my company who they may or may not speak with.”

“Yeah, but it’s what we do with those we speak with that may capture more of your attention, right?” Kili jammed his elbow into Thorin’s arm again. “Or rather, one specific person. You couldn’t give a whit what Fili or myself do while we’re here, or Dwalin or Nori, but you get my point. However, when it comes to him, you care.”

“I do not care,” Thorin insisted once more, feeling like a tightly sealed vault full of feelings instead of gold.

“All we’re saying is that if you’re waiting for the right moment to make your move, it’s probably now. Or someone is going to beat you to it.” Fili always seemed to be slightly more mature one of the two nephews, but his words were just as unwanted as Kili’s.

“You’re both wretched little creatures and the topic will cease, now.” Thorin’s stern tone seemed to ward off more harassment when it came to Bilbo, save for one parting statement.

“Alright, we’ll sod off, but I gotta say, green just isn’t your color, remember that.” Fili gave Thorin’s shoulder a fond pat before moving to fish his younger brother away from the table with no small amount of difficulty. That wound, accompanied by a few mugs of ale, didn’t make it easy for anyone to toddle off.

Thorin was left to his own devices, tapping his fingers again against the table as he stared and simmered and let the words of his nephews influence that agitation brewing on the inside. Just what did Bilbo find so appealing about this fellow he was chatting and laughing with? What sort of stories could a fisherman in this drab place have to tell? So yes, Thorin was jealous, almost on an embarrassing level. It made him even more agitated to feel this way, but then again, these were feelings that he hadn’t felt before.

Life had been hard and duty-bound for so long, and where Thorin Oakenshield had assumed he had seen it all, he was now being sent into an uncomfortable frenzy over some butterflies in his stomach. It made his insides hurt, but there was a quest to focus on, and the rest could wait until after. A mountain was far more important than his silly little love life. Once he reclaimed his homeland, surpassed the expectations of those around him, and set Erebor back on the path to greatness-

Oh, who was Thorin kidding? Bilbo would be long gone by then.

It made a sinking feeling enter his stomach, tearing at those angry butterflies as he dropped his head some. What was more important? Pining? Or extreme focus on winning a mountain? If he let this go, would Thorin ever truly be focused on the quest at hand?

Swallowing thickly as he lifted his eyes to catch a lingering hand at Bilbo’s back, whatever tentative stare had dared to glance towards Bilbo was snuffed out in favor of a roaring blaze of a glare.

Jolting up from his seat and rounding the table towards the next, Thorin held zero hesitation to land a hand next to where Bilbo was leaning on the table - dreamy eyed and seemingly enamored with this fisherman fellow sitting next to him. “Master Baggins, if you don’t mind I’d like a few moments of your time.” Bright blue eyes darted towards the tall fellow who looked rather perplexed at the sudden dwarf’s appearance. “Alone.”

Bilbo gave a small wave of dismissal, “I best take this conversation, though I appreciate the fine stories you brought. You don’t want to see this one in a bad mood,” Bilbo teased, clearly indicating that Thorin was temperamental and unpleasant and- well, maybe he was right. The hobbit shifted in his seat as he and Thorin were left alone, staring up towards the standing dwarf and looking rather delighted - much to Thorin’s dismay. “What’s so important now, Thorin?”

“I did not expect for you to be such an obvious flirt,” Thorin grumbled, a bit of displeasure to his tone as Bilbo’s face twisted to more surprise than anything.

“Me? Oh, that?” Bilbo had a grin twitching on his lips. “Does that bother you?” Bilbo twisted in his seat, looking over towards the bar where his previous company had sauntered off to. “He is rather attractive, isn’t he? A bit rugged looking, with long locks to die for, and quite a nice beard.” Bilbo rubbed the air around his chin as he was describing said beard, eyes darting to the corners as he barely caught Thorin’s frustration in his sights.

“I suppose.” Thorin hissed between his teeth, shifting in his boots and wondering just how far a chair could sail if he kicked it.

“Though I prefer blue eyes, myself. His were brown, and he wasn’t a dwarf. A moody dwarf, specifically.” Bilbo spoke as he patted the seat next to him. “Do you wish to join me, Thorin Oakenshield?”

Thorin was certain his jaw could hit the floor as he stood there and felt his face heat up. Bilbo looked entirely too content and pleased while he stood there like some red faced fool. “I...I beg your pardon?”

“I was wondering how long it would take you to stomp over here instead of huffing over there. Thorin, if you think you’re subtle, you’re not.” Giving the seat next to him another pat, Bilbo used his free hand to claim the stein before him once more. “You’ve been staring at me all night, and ever since we escaped Mirkwood for that matter, but I wasn’t going to bring that up.” And yet he had.

Thorin stood there dumbstruck for a moment before slowly sinking into the seat next to Bilbo’s own in silence. Gnawing at the inside of his cheeks for a good moment, the dwarf wasn’t entirely sure what to say. Had he truly been that obvious? Thorin thought himself a rather reserved fellow who was decent at schooling his emotions and expressions. Perhaps he wasn’t nearly as good at that craft as he assumed. “And all of this was just for show?” He asked quietly, finally daring to look towards Bilbo at his side with extreme caution.

“Really, Thorin…? Are you truly this dense?” Bilbo’s laugh sadly was not contagious. He was an observant sort, at least for the most part, so as he noticed Thorin’s face turn a touch redder, Bilbo quieted down before nudging Thorin’s arm a bit and dropping his voice. “I simply figured you had enough on your mind without adding myself to the mix.”

Which was exactly what Thorin had planned on. Win the mountain, secure Erebor’s future, and then the rest would follow. Well, as he had told Balin before, plans changed.

“Plus, watching you squirm between your troublesome nephews was rather amusing.” Bilbo grinned proudly.

Thorin’s brows furrowed slightly as he shifted his gaze and felt a little bit of that embarrassment start to flow away from his face, though still rosy cheeked. “You’re as considerate as you are cruel, you know that?” Purposely driving that jealousy to a point where Thorin couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I’ve been called worse,” Bilbo reached up just as Thorin leaned down, latching his hands against both of those braids that lined the sides of Thorin’s head, giving them a small tug before both of them came to a pause at bumping noses and foreheads. “Ah, Thorin?”

“Are you truly wanting to ask me a question right this second?” Thorin murmured, bright blues focusing on the hazel ones that were so incredibly close to his own.

“Well…” Bilbo started before his eyes flickered to the side, which caused Thorin’s own to shift, following Bilbo’s gaze.

A table crowded with dwarves all staring with amusement and all the cheekiness in the world.

Thorin pulled back slightly, fully turning his head to face that company of his with a small sigh escaping his lips, but he didn’t look nearly as put out as one might expect.

“Don’t make me come over there and smash your heads together!” Dwalin barked over the table, earning a chorus of laughter - and even a small huff of amusement from Thorin.

Bright blue eyes shifted to meet hazel eyes once more. “I don’t fancy being entertainment for anyone,” he started while sliding from his seat, “save for you, Master Baggins.”

That low murmur just about sent Bilbo melting into the floorboards as a large hand engulfed his own. “I should have started flirting with others a lot sooner,” Bilbo chuckled before being fixed with a look as he too was slipping from his seat.

“I would be most obliged if you saved your flirting for me. Alone. Away from this miserable audience.”

And boy did he not have to tell Bilbo twice. The hobbit followed one a step or two behind Thorin, one of his smaller hands still gripped in a larger dwarven one, and honestly, propriety and expectations could go hang themselves. Bilbo didn’t give a whit at the groans and catcalls that followed during Thorin and Bilbo’s retreat, but no doubt there would be more conversation to be had in the morning over breakfast...

...Or perhaps second breakfast. Bilbo had a feeling that sleeping in tomorrow may be inevitable.

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[elles-writing]

Dragon Sickness

Thorin x reader

Based off on 'Imagine Thorin becoming a dragon after getting gold sickness'

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, though I'd be able to make it a whole series with how many ideas I got, but here it is as a one shot. You guessed the character, @iwenttomordor !!

I'll probably translate this fic to Czech, if I will be in a mood for it.

Taglist: @guardianofrivendell @anjhope1

Breathe in, breathe out.

All Thorin could see, was darkness. He had no idea where he was, or what happened. The only thing he knew, was that if he was still able to do something, anything, it would mean he was still fully by his senses.

He felt deep growl coming out of the back of his throat. He opened his eyes, but then blinked. There was brightness everywhere, and he had to groan again. Did Fili and Kili forgot to blow the candles, played another stupid prank on him, and he passed out? Or did he fell asleep, while telling them a bedtime story?

Thorin opened his eyes again, when he seen endless piles of gold, and that it was not cadle light, but the shine of gold inside Erebor, and that Fili and Kili were not dwarflings anymore, but adults. They went on the quest with him and joined the Company, and...

Thorin blinked. Why was he alone?

"Fili, Kili!"

He expected to hear echo of his voice, but instead, he heard only deep growl and royar. He quickly looked around, up and down.

Was Smaug still there?

Thorin carefully looked around, but he couldn't see anything, that would remind of the dragon, who entered the Mountain over sixty years ago.

He decided to carefully look around, to see if his nephews and the rest of the Company was alright, without waking up the dragon, if he was still there.

Thorin made a step, when he noticed a reflection, in a huge mirror, in thick gold frame.

It was a dragon, with dark brown, almost deep black body and wings, long and pointy tail, and icy blue eyes. The light created shadows and pools of light, dancing across the texture of the dragon's body, making it seem rough and yet somehow highly gentle, even delicate, as the fire of candles flickered with the beast's every move.

Thorin looked away, and deep royar shook the walls of Erebor.

I need to find my nephews, he thought. Panic started settling in him, as he realized Kili was mortally wounded, and Fili stayed with him.

I belong with my brother.

He also remembered you. You did got wounded, too - you broke your arm, during the escape from Mirkwood. As a human, your body was much more fragile.

Thorin felt like he was losing his mind. He didn't cared for the gold, or the Mountain, anymore.

And with another wall-shaking royar, the dark coloured, blue-eyed dragon flew up, and left the inner part of Lonely Mountain.

Bilbo looked over at Balin.

"Where-where did that dragon came from? I'm sure there was only-only Smaug before," he said in high-pitched voice, he would be embarrassed about on any other occasion. Balin sighed and looked to the direction, of where did the dragon disappeared.

"I do not know, Bilbo. Now we need to find Thorin, and make a plan what to do. We didn't counted there would be two dragons, instead of one."

As Bilbo was trying to process what happened (the hobbit seen a lot of things on the journey, but this was really something he did not count on), Thorin looked over the Laketown. He noticed the people escaping the burning ruines of their houses. Smell of burned wood, skin, hair, mixed with smell of water and something he recognized as human, dwarf, and elves, got into his nose. He felt the soft breeze, and for a second, he thought dragons perhaps aren't that bad. It was calm up there.

Thorin looked over the town, and noticed a small boat. When he realized there was the rest of the members of the Company (and Bard's children), he let out a relieved breath. He felt like a rock fell off of his heart.

As he wanted to yell out "You are alive!", so they would hear him, a powerful royar escaped him.

You looked up, as Fili nudged you.

"What is it, Fi?"

"There is another...dragon," Fili said. You frowned.

"No way, Fili, that's-" you looked up as Kili pointed towards the sky. At the same moment, a powerful royar shook your whole body. You shivered.

"W-what the-" You whispered, and clutched your injured arm.

"It's flying down!" Bofur yelled out.

"We need to get away-" Someone yelled, but it was far too late.

The dragon flew down, and it seemed like it was observing you. It let out occasional growls, along with watching you by it's huge blue eyes.

He looks like Thorin, you thought. There was the panic, that others gave you, but deep down, you were not afraid.

The creature tilted it's huge head, and it was as if it's eyes saddened. You got up and walked to the front of the boat, so you'd be closer to it. Bofur turned to you.

"I don't think that's a wise idea, lass-" The dragon let out a huff, and you softly pushed Bofur behind you.

"What are you doing here? Where did you came from?" You carefully said. The dragon growled out something, but then turned to Lonely Mountain. You guessed it probably was the direction, where did it came from.

"Are you going to...hurt us?" You whispered. The dragon shook it's head, firmly.

"Alright, um...why are you here?" The dragon's eyes gave you a little stern, but mostly relieved and flustrated look, and then they shifted to Fili and Kili.

"Thorin would be worried about them too," you though aloud, before you could stop it. The dragon huffed, and let out a groan, but his eyes seemed to light up.

"Thorin?" The dragon nodded his head. You looked back, to see if it was truth. There was no way this would be happening.

Kili was pale, as well as Fili. Tilda and Sigrid were eyeing the dragon - Thorin, and the rest of the Company seemed like they were about to faint.

Well, not really. They seemed to be just paler than usual. A lot paler.

"Thorin, you are-you are a dragon...but how?" You stared at him. He looked around, until he pointed towards simple golden necklace he gave you as a courting gift.

"Gold...D-do you mean the...the sickness?" You looked up.

Thorin simply nodded.

When you got safely to Erebor, you noticed the rest of the Company rushing towards you.

"Thank Mahal, you are alive!" Someone said.

"Did you see the dragon?" You nodded.

"Well, yeah. He's not dangerous." You replied in firm voice.

"Lassie, every dragon is dangerous," Balin said, as Oin looked over your injury again.

"This one is not, because...well, the 'dragon sickness'," you quoted,

"The dragon sickness is not really about obsession over gold. It transforms that person into a dragon, who is obsessed with gold," you said, as you looked over your shoulder. You wasn't sure where exactly Thorin was, at the moment.

"I understand, but why would you say that, lassie? We still haven't found Thorin yet," Dwalin looked at you. Before you could answer, small epcheeew made an echo in the hall, and a piece of the wall was covered with frost. You giggled.

"How did you do that?" Thorin dig his eyes into you, as if saying 'Don't ask, please,', and jumped up on your shoulder.

"Well, he found us." You muttered. Everyone stared at the dragon-Thorin in silence for a while.

As the evening approached and most of the Company went to sleep, Thorin, in his regular size, you guessed, was carefully walking on the piles of gold, and you just sat there. You sat there, because you could not sleep, and so that Thorin would not be lonely.

You watched Thorin, as he was walking around the room, in the endless river of gold.

"You know, maybe it's better you still have clear mind, Thorin," you said. Thorin turned to you and set his gaze on you, as if asked you to continue. And so, you did.

"I won't lie, I do not know how to break this...spell, or whatever it is," you said, and Thorin looked away, huffing.

"But at least you are alive, and have clear mind," He looked back at you, and his eyes seemed to soften a little. You got up.

"Well, look, if you'd like to...I got an idea," you offered. Thorin curiously looked at you.

"We could go out, neither of us can sleep anyways," Y/N said, and Thorin looked around.

"Well, you can change into the...more petite form," you said. Thorin huffed out.

I'm not a bird or a cat.

Y/N blinked. Did she just heard Thorin's voice in her head?

It was probably nothing.

"Let's get outside."

As they seated outside, on the top of the Mountain, her eyes were set on the starry sky.

Thorin's eyes slid over the starry sky, then down at Y/N. The breeze brushed her hair in a gentle, delicate motion.

He was glad he has Y/N as his One.

He suddenly felt the urge to fly, which he tried to deny, but then he flew up, and took Y/N with him.

You couldn't even scream at first, but then you felt as if you were falling down - when all of sudden, you fell on something firm, but warm.

You opened your eyes, slowly at first, but then you realized what happened.

Slowly, you looked over the edge of Thorin's dragon body, and your eyes widened.

You flew high, and though you couldn't see a lot, due to the darkness, you recognized some lights. But the real beauty started, when you looked up.

The stars seemed to be close, as if you would just reach up your arm, you would be able to touch them.

The clouds felt soft, but cold and wet. You closed your eyes, and let that feeling to go through your whole body, as Thorin flew through one of the clouds.

When you opened your eyes, you realized the clouds moved away, and so the moon was illuminating the landscape underneath you. You looked down, and watched the scenery in awe.

You had no idea how much time has passed, but honestly, you didn't cared. You felt safe with Thorin, even if he was locked up in the body of dragon.

When the sun started raising, Thorin flew down to the top of the Mountain again. You could barely keep your eyes open.

That was amazing, you thought. You felt like you heard Thorin's soft chuckle in your head.

Indeed, Amrâlime.

Y/N didn't had much time to think about it, before she fell asleep with the sounds of birds' song, lullying her and sending her to the land of dreams.

When she woken up, she realized one thing: warmth. Y/N looked around, and realized that the warmth was coming from Thorin's body, who was protectively lying around her, inside of some room. He seemed to be soundly asleep.

As she moved, a huff escaped Thorin, and Y/N quickly looked back, to see what happened.

You woke me, she heard in her head.

Sorry, I just need to go to-

Before you could finish your thought, he let you go. You felt the shivers running down your body. Well, it's a mountain. It's not like it would be exactly warm here.

When you came back, you sat down, across Thorin, and he set his eyes on you. You started thinking about what was happening.

You can hear me, you thought, and he nodded.

So I, he replied.

But neither of us could do that before, right? You furrowed your brows, and Thorin shook his head.

Is this is permanent? You thought quicker than you could stop it. Thorin's gaze coldened and hardened, and you could feel the confusion, disgust, hurt and sadness.

I'm sorry Thorin, I-

Keep your words.

No, Thorin, listen to me, I'm sorry, it's just- You quickly jumped up, but he was on his way out.

Who from dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? He snapped. At this point, you runned behind him, trying to stop him from flying away.

"THORIN NO, COME BACK-" you yelled out, but it was far too late. Thorin was quickly disappearing on the horizone, and you cried out.

The dragons in Middle-Earth never had a good reputation. You knew someone would try to hurt him, or kill him, eventually.

You sank down on your knees, and started sobbing.

You felt his pain as your own, and he felt yours.

Who from the dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? Thorin thought, as he flew up on the sky. He knew he was right. He felt shame. He was a Durin. But now, he was a dragon, one of the creatures he hated.

You are not the dragon, Thorin. You are good. You are still Thorin we all know.

He let out a royar. He was in this body of a dragon, and he hated every second of it, and he hated himself.

You looked over the tent, and sipped on your tea. It felt wrong and weird, but you didn't exactly complained either.

Thranduil and Bard discussed something, and you wished Thorin would be there with you.

They aren't that bad, Thorin. Nothing.

You told me that Erebor is going to be pulsing with life, again. I know you hate the body you are locked in right now, but we will find a way to turn you into dwarf form again, Thorin. Please, return here.

No answer. Just silence.

You sighed. You felt Thorin was alive - you just knew, so you were not so worried, but still. Bilbo placed his hand on your shoulder.

"He will come back, I'm sure of it. You know Thorin," he muttered, and you nodded. Thorin was really stubborn, even for a dwarf, and once he thought of something, there was almost no chance in convincing him otherwise.

The rest of Company woke up as they heard your screaming. They found you, and took inside of the Mountain, to give you blankets and tea. Then Bilbo came, that Gandalf was there, to warn you about another dragon. You talked for a while, and eventually, you told him what happened to Thorin, and you needed a medication, but he flew away, and since then, he didn't came back.

Bard and Thranduil weren't really fond of Thorin, but because it was you, who was Thorin's One (and Thorin was the rightful king of Erebor, though Thranduil, especially, didn't liked that idea much), they decided to help to you find a way to heal Thorin's sickness.

"I think Smaug got mad, and the sickness consumed him entirely. Thorin actually had clear mind, it's just...his body changed," you muttered. Even Radagast was there.

"Well, maybe...maybe it's not really a sickness," someone piped up. You looked around.

Who said that? You thought.

"Maybe-maybe it's just a spell!" Radagast said and looked excitely around.

"You have a bond between you two," Radagast told you, and you nodded.

"Are you suggesting, that the spell could be broken by...something?" Bilbo looked around for someone to help him finish up his question.

"Well, Thorin is not answering me, but he is alive, somewhere. I think he maybe...he thinks the dwarves wouldn't accept their king, even if he is in the body of a dragon," you said.

"Orcs! Orcs are everywhere!" Elvish soldier runned inside the tent.

"How many?" Thranduil's gaze hardened.

"A lot of them, I've never seen more in my whole life," The soldier answered.

"Azog," you whispered. You realized what that could mean - Azog came here for Thorin.

"We all need to fight together, there is no point nor time for arguing," Gandalf said, and you got up.

"No, you will stay here, lassie. If he finds out Thorin is not there, you will be right next," Bard said. You frowned.

"I won't run from a fight." You gazed at him, but he was out already, along with most of others, to prepare for the battle.

I won't risk anyone I love to be killed, you thought, and went to find some armour.

Thorin felt all those emotions going on - worry, fear, anger, loyalty, and more worry. Something in him was pushing him, to come back, to go back to you. He felt the danger, and that convinced him, without any other thoughts, he needs to protect you, and his kin.

Durin's folk does not flee from fight.

When he heard the sounds of a battle, he tried to find you. He couldn't hear your thoughts anymore - nor fell the feelings you felt. Only soft waves of emotions.

Is this the end of you, or him, when he could not hear your thoughts anymore?

He hoped not.

It didn't took long, when something inside him made him to look into one place. He noticed Azog, and someone he realized was you, though he had no idea how did he knew that.

He flew lower, and lower, until the only thing he heard was the blood in his ears, the royar he let out, and the royar of his biggest enemy.

Thorin fell to the ground on all fours. It felt as if the battle stopped. As if the time stopped, whe whole world paused. He looked up at you, kneeling down and covering your head.

You looked up, as you heard the royar. Thorin! You thought. You felt relief he was okay, and alive.

"Don't shoot!" You heard Thranduil to yell out to his soldiers when they spot Thorin, and you felt thankful to the Elven King.

Azog thought you were Thorin, until the helmet fell down, and disgusting smirk made it's way over his face. You losed strength, you were tired, and wounded - he managed to make you some cuts, over your shoulders and cheek, and you guessed one your arm was not fully okay. He prepared to kill you, but the royar was coming closer, along with the huge shadow. You covered your head and ears and fell on your knees, to protect your body.

The royar Azog let out shook you, but when you heard the silence after, you felt relieved.

The huff close to you made you feel lot safer. You looked up, and you knew your face light up.

"Thorin," you whispered and cried out. You stood up and hugged him.

"Don't go away like this, ever," you whispered, as tears rolled down your cheeks. Then, you felt some movement, but the warmth was still the same, and you thought Thorin was just moving around.

"I won't ever leave your side again, I promise, my One," His smooth voice made way to your ear, and then, you felt his lips pressed against yours. You ran your hands across his back, and felt the tunic he had on, just as he changed into the dragon form.

He rested one of his palms on your cheek, and when you parted, he rested his forehead against yours, while gazing deeply into your eyes by his deep blue orbs.

"Thank you for coming back," you whispered.

"I would never let anyone hurt you," he muttered, and pulled you back for another kiss, as the soft snowflakes danced in your hair, with the breeze.

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[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

Compelling

Thranduil x fem!human!reader

Requested: @the-colonialtemplars

Summary: “I would like the human was part of the company of Bilbo and the Dwarves and that when Thranduil first her he begins to take a strange interest in her”

Authors Note: I am so sorry for taking forever with this 😓 Life was kinda hectic so I didn’t get the chance to write for a hot minute. I hope you enjoy it!

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When you had been asked to join the company of Thorin Oakenshield, you didn’t have getting lost in Mirkwood and captured by the Elvenkings guards in mind. You were a human, and a very talented swords-woman at that. Your skills were known to many, including Gandalf, who had been the one to propose you join the quest to reclaim Erebor. Now, you were being escorted through the halls of the Elvenking.

The kingdom had been carved from wood and stone. It was so different and yet more beautiful than anything you had ever seen. As you were escorted by guards, all you could do was look in awe at the extraordinary view.

The guards stopped you in front of the throne. You brought your eyes to the figure of the Elvenking when the captain addressed him.

“What shall we do with them, My King?” His icy blue eyes slowly passed over the company and lingered on you. You gulped. You had thought the kingdom was beautiful, but now all of your attention was directed towards the king. He looked ethereal seated upon his throne; as if he had been carved from the finest and purest of stone.

“Take them to the dungeons. Leave Oakenshield with me,” he commanded. As he spoke, you made eye contact with each other. You could feel the goosebumps raising across your skin. All you could think of while you were being shoved into your cell were his eyes. The king-Thranduil they called him-had a cold and harsh demeanor, yet looked somewhat...lonely? You couldn’t place it exactly. You shook your head. The last thing you needed was to feel sympathy for the person holding you prisoner.

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When Thorin returned from his audience with the king, everyone jumped to their feet and began asking what had happened. Before you could hear his response, a guard opened your cell and grabbed your arm.

“Your turn,” was all they said. As you were led back to the throne room, the dwarves shouts of outrage at your being taken away echoed through the long hall.

Standing before the king, you had never felt smaller. It felt as though he could see right through you.

“May I ask why you wanted to see me?” You inquired first. Thranduils expression shifted to one of amusement. A human, in his own court, addressing him without first being acknowledged and without using his title? This should be interesting.

“My audience with Thorin Oakenshield did not go quite as planned.” He began descending from his throne. “I was hoping to have a discussion with someone that would perhaps be more reasonable.” Thranduil was now slowly circling you.

“I am not the leader of this quest. Decisions are not mine to make.” You responded. The king obviously knew of the stubbornness of dwarves. If he thought you could convince Thorin, that would be near impossible.

“All I ask is for you to consider my offer,” Thranduil whispered into your ear. He was behind you now and you hadn’t realized how close he was to you. You felt the hairs rise on the back of your neck. Something about the Elvenking put you completely on edge.

“Alright. I shall consider it,” you replied. “But, I make no promise to fulfill or agree to anything.” Thranduil smirked at your response. Interesting indeed...

“I understand that if you do succeed in reclaiming Erebor each of you will be given a share of the treasure.” He continued walking until he was in front of you. “There is something very precious to me among the gold of the mountain.”

“Oh?”

“Jewels, made of pure starlight. If you should find them, I hope you could return them to me.”

“Return?” You asked. You knew of the bad blood between the elves and dwarves, but Thranduil’s choice of words piqued your curiosity.

“Yes,” he paused. “They belonged to my late wife, and Thorin Oakenshield has refused to give them to me.” Oh. Suddenly, you understood the lonely Elvenking. Your knowledge of elves was limited, but you knew when they fell in love, they fell hard. It was rare for them to ever marry more than once. In fact, it was rumored that they could only fall in love once.

“I see,” You said. You felt sorrow for Thranduil. The dwarves were stubborn, but they could at least give him what belonged to his former queen. “If the opportunity should arrive, I’ll see what I can do.”

Thranduil nodded to his guards signaling that you were done. They took you away, this time more gently than before. Once you were gone, he returned to his throne and thought. You seemed different from most humans he had met. You weren’t troubled with impressing him or seeming like you were something you were not. You ignited something he had not felt in a long time. That couldn’t be though, could it? Only time would tell. After all. He was patient. He could wait.

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The Battle of the Five Armies was over. You sat upon the broken ramparts, and mulled over recent events. Thorin and his dragon sickness. Sneaking out of the mountain with Bilbo to give the Arkenstone to Thranduil. After everything the company had been through, Thorin, Fili, and Kili were dead. Thorin’s cousin, Dain, would now be King under the Mountain. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone sitting down beside you.

“And what about you? Where will you go now that the quest is over?” Thranduil. The battle weighed heavily on him as well. He had lost many of his people and now his son, Prince Legolas, was leaving.

“I’ll do what I always do,” you replied. “Journey from one town to the next. Find a new job or adventure to partake in.” You turned to the king. “I apologize for not finding your jewels. I know they-they meant a lot to you.”

“No,” he said. “I’ve come to realize that there are far more important things to treasure.”

“Oh? Care to enlighten me?”

“Love,” he said quietly. “Not becoming so caught up in a memory that you neglect those that are still here.” You sat in silence for a few moments.

“I’m sorry about your wife,” you said. “I know she must have meant a great deal to you.”

Thranduil gave a sad smile. “Yes.” He looked into your eyes. Light blue staring into (e/c). “Though I think my time of mourning is over.” He stood up. “Tell me, how would you feel if I offered you a place at Mirkwood?” This was a surprise, and a pleasant one at that. Being offered a place among the elves was an honor.

“I-well-of course I would accept.” You finally managed to say. It wasn’t as though you had anywhere else to go. The dwarves offered you stay at Erebor, but some were still angered over your and Bilbos ‘betrayal’. You would much rather let that tension cool before staying with them.

Thranduil was pleased with your response. He slowly extended a hand to you. “Come then. We shall depart in the next hour or so.” You placed your hand in his and he pulled you up. You stumbled slightly into him. You again made eye contact. There you stood, his hand in yours, too close for what was considered appropriate. Becoming flustered at your proximity to him.

“Forgive me. I must go pack my things,” you said before leaving. Thranduil watched as you hurried away. Interesting indeed...

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[letaliabane]

The Light Within - (CARE FOR SERIES)

Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Healer!Reader (a pretty short one too lol)

Genre: Another majorly angsty LONGGGGGGGG chapter (I am so sorry) with little smidges of fluff again if you squint but barelyyyy any (I’m sorry! I promise it gets better!)

Warning: Very angstyy gore, violence, mentions of rape (no rape), death of character

A/N: With Y/N now far from Thorin, will he be able to regain his senses and stop the orcs from their takeover of his Kingdom? Will these lovers be divided by death? Or will something else prevent them from having their chance?   

PREVIOUS (Through The Darkness)

I winced as Gandalf pressed a cold cloth to my neck, the skin now swollen, bruised from Thorin’s violent tossing. The very thought of the dwarf caused tears to rise, a small sob caught in my throat.

Since Gandalf had shepherded me and Bilbo away from the ramparts, Thorin had called on his kin from the Iron Hills, his cousin Dáin, Gandalf had told me specifically. The King turning his back on the battlefield had been the last I had seen of him before being ushered into Thranduil’s tent that had been left unattended. 

I looked up at Gandalf, my tears running freely down my cheeks.

‘Oh my dear.’ He said, wiping them away with the curve of his thumb gently. ‘I am so sorry. Your commitment to breaking Thorin out of his stupor, but that sickness runs deep in his family. That dark magic that was set on his grandfather now clutches his heart. And I believe the only one who will be able to break him free now is himself.’

I pushed away the hair that had fallen in front of my face, now covered in muck and dirt from our escape from the battle briefly. 

‘That dwarf ... that isn’t Thorin Oakenshield, that’s someone I’ve never seen before. And I know I shouldn’t worry now, and yet it still hurts so much.’ 

Gandalf’s deep chuckle made me look up, a small smile on his face. 

‘That is because you love him, my dear.’ 

I looked up at him in shock, words faltering as his fingertips grazed the braid that was now revealed my shoulder, the silver bead holding it together glinting in the light of the lantern sitting overhead. I couldn’t help the shaky sigh that left my lips. 

‘That I-I do. I do love him Gandalf! I can’t deny it anymore ...’ 

Gandalf smiled, taking my hands into his. ‘I knew you would find your way to one another. I knew it from the moment you both bickered when you first met. I knew it when you shared that precious moment within the walls of Beorn’s walls.’ 

I couldn’t stop the chuckle that fell from my lips, even as the tears glided down my cheeks. ‘I never thought you to be an eavesdropper Gandalf!’

He scoffed. 

‘I am no such thing my dear! When one wants secrecy, they must do it where no one shall overhear!’ 

The smile faded as soon as it appeared, shaking my head, ‘Gandalf I can’t give up on him. I can’t leave him behind.’ 

Gandalf sighed, eyes momentarily flicking to the entrance of the tent where Bilbo stood on watch, screams and shouts of war rising and growing louder by the second. He placed a hand on my cheek gently. 

‘Then don’t my dear, stay and hope that that dwarf comes to his senses. And if doesn’t we will find some way to bring him back.’ I nodded with a small smile, squeezing his hand as he got to his feet with a groan. ‘But first we must fight to live another day. Are you ready?’

Glancing down towards my sword, I gripped it, also getting to my feet. 

‘More than ever.’ 

A cry left my lips as I thrust my sword into the neck of an orc that had fallen to his knees before me, screeching wildly as I withdrew, blood spraying across ground as it collapsed. 

Gasping for air, I wiped away the ichor against my pants that stained my hand, leaning against the bridge as I looked over the bloodied field where the chaos raged on between all creatures, armour shining brightly against the harsh sunlight.  

The Orcs had descended upon the battle of the elves, humans and the dwarves, taking us all by surprise, their numbers far greater and far more powerful than all three parties combined. 

The kingdoms would be ripped apart if they weren’t stopped, and the company that hid within the mountain of Erebor would all but be overthrown. 

I turned as Bilbo stood beside me, covered in blood and muck, both of us standing in silence as we watched on. He took my hand in his, voice merely a whisper. ‘Y/N, do you think we will live to see another day?’

I looked to him at this, my eyes wide and glistening before turning away. The very thought of a new day rising after one such as this seemed unlikely, and it frightened me to even hold onto such hopes. Not when all I wanted hid within the mountain, the obsession of gold to strong for him-

Suddenly a deep rumble echoed across the plains, making me turn back towards the battlefield. There, standing upon the great dwarf statue of Erebor, was Bomber, blowing into a large horn.

The makeshift rampart was ripped apart, a magnificent golden bell ringing through the silence that had fallen upon the battlefield, all eyes watching. 

Before a familiar Khuzdul battle cry came forth. 

I couldn’t stop the loud gasp that had left my lips as Thorin emerged into the sunlight. Cloak and crown gone, instead a sword in hand, running onwards into the fight with the company at his side. 

I smiled through the blur of tears as the dwarves began to fight against the orcs alongside the elves and Dain’s army. I looked towards Gandalf with, after so long, a large smile, tears streaming down my face. 

‘They’re fighting back-Gandalf, their fighting back.’

He looked over us towards the mountain, his face instantly turning from a scowl to a small smile full of hope, almost like a child, ‘They’re rallying their king! There may be hope for us yet.’ 

However, that small bit of hope was stamped out when a raven flew over head, landing before me only moments later. I unclasped the note from around it’s foot, hurriedly unrolling it. 

‘Gandalf.’ 

He turned at my firm tone, making his way towards me along with Bilbo. 

‘Legolas sends word that Azog has another army attacking!’ 

‘From where? Where my dear?’

A chill ran down my spine as I read the messy elven handwriting, looking up towards the wizard. ‘From the North, right towards Ravenhill.’ 

Gandalf huffed, eyes wide in horror before looking towards the hilltop where the dwarves had headed for. ‘We must warn Fili, Kili and the others. If we don’t they’ll be in great danger once they enter the depths of Ravenhill. Bilbo, you know what to do.’

Bilbo nodded and set off immediately, disappearing into the crowd. But as I went to follow, Gandalf grabbed my shoulder, shaking his head. 

‘Not you my dear! You’ll take another route, and more importantly to Thorin. If it’s anyone he needs at his side right now, it’s you’

I nod at this before following him, fighting alongside him through the oncoming hoards of orcs before he led me to a group of eagles cawed as they fought of those who dared to attack, throwing them over the ramparts. 

Gandalf, leading me over to the largest of the group, gave me a boost up onto  the great creature. ‘Keep your head down and your heart full of courage. Get to Thorin and warn him of the oncoming dangers that are coming but be careful. I don’t want to lose my one good apprentice.’

I stared down at the wizard with a smile, shaking my head. 

‘Oh Gandalf, didn’t you know that getting into trouble is what I’m famous for?’

With one last smile towards me along with a nod, Gandalf raised his staff towards the eagle that let out a shriek before lifting off in flight, the rushing of wind welcoming me into its arms as I clung to the eagle’s beautiful feathers.

As we rose above the clouds, I could only pray that we would make it to the hill, and hope we were not too late. 

The ride to Ravenhill was a lot more dangerous than I had anticipated, on our descent the frost becoming like sharp glass against my skin, the eagles shrieking as they forced themselves through the storm. 

Through the fray of white, I sighted the peaks of the blackened ruins of Ravenhill, a ripped flag flailing in the winds violently, the howl of the wind echoing across the hilltop. 

I gripped my sword tightly, tightening my group as the eagle flew down towards the towers, giving me time to slip down before it took off to join its pack, continuing to circle above. 

Without a moments hesitation, I ran across the the length of the tower, careful of the mounds of snow that covered the path before reaching the crumbled window only to gasp in horror. Looking out over the frozen lake, I instantly recognised the dwarf that staggered across the ice, a towering one armed Orc trailing after him with a chained brick weapon, swinging it towards him. 

Thorin, now holding the beautifully elven crafted sword Orchrist, shining in the light of the rising sun, standing his ground against the pale Orc who roared. 

I ran down the first set of stairs I came across, down torn corridors and passages, before I slid across the frozen lake towards the duel. With Azog’s back turned to me, I easily found an open, slipping my sword across his side, slicing through the pale skin. 

I scurried backwards as the ugly beast reared its head towards me, along with his brick and chain, just catching the ice where I had just moments before stood upon. 

‘Y/N?!’ I glanced towards Thorin, and couldn’t stop the brief smile that broke across my face only to shriek as a brick came hauling at me, barely missing me this time. ‘Foolish girl! Leave now!’ 

‘I’m not leaving you! Not again!’ I screamed, dodging Azog’s sworded up, once again slashing him across the same wounded side, making him shriek, his black blood spilling out across the ice. 

I ran to Thorin, the dwarf catching me in his arms as I slipped. I gripped him tightly, regaining my breath as I looked up at him. 

‘W-We have to leave! Ano-Another army is set to attack from the North!’ 

His eyes widened in horror. ‘What?!’ 

‘Please, we must leave now before it’s too late-’

I gasped at the abrupt shrill high call of the Orc horn I had knew far too well, both of us turning to see the sight of a dark shadowed mass marching over the hill. Shaking my head, Thorin grasped my hand tightly as Azog dragged himself to his feet, growling. 

But through all the pain he felt, the monster still smirked, swinging the chained brick high above his head before slinging it towards us, both parting instantly to avoid it. 

We circled him, almost working as one as the Orc looked between us, snarling, thrashing his weapon around, all to be in vain, only to become lodged into the thick layer of ice. 

It was only when Azog’s gaze became altered over our shoulders I couldn’t help but take a glance, only to shriek as a group of much larger, magnificent and proud as they flew straight towards the oncoming army. And I couldn’t help but chuckle at the small figure of Radogast that sat comfortable upon one of the eagle. 

However, it was a moment that had distracted me for far too long, a unexpected sharp pain ran up my side, a scream leaving my lips as Azog swung his sworded arm across me, sending me to my knees. I bit down on my lip hard, trying to crawl away as the towering behemoth laughed aloud. 

But as he raised the sworded appendage above my head, he was stopped by Thorin as it came down, who thrust his whole body weight against Orchrist, sending Azog backwards. 

Dropping his sword and with all his might, Thorin threw the bricked chain back towards the Defiler, the creature tipping backwards and disappearing fast beneath the water. 

It was once the silence fell over us I let out a loud sigh, tears of earnest falling. I whimpered as arms wrapped around me carefully, bringing me to my feet. I smiled up at Thorin, even as he scowled, shaking his head. 

‘You foolish woman! Yo-You came back! After everything that happened-After everything I did you came back!’ 

I laughed softly, pressing a hand to his cheek, heart soaring as he leant into my cheek, nuzzling against my palm. ‘That wasn’t you. I knew you would come back to me, I just had to be there when you needed me.’

Tears glazed his eyes as the first real smile I had seen in months, drawing me close to press a kiss against my forehead. I leant my head against his chest, a tired but joyous smile upon my lips. 

It was over, the war was over. 

I peaked my eyes open, only to gasp in horror at the sight of Azog beneath our feet, that same dangerous smile painted across his features. 

A scream wrenched itself from Thorin, his grip painfully tight on my waist. Looking down in horror to see the familiar blade that belonged to Azog’s arm. Only to be thrown from the warm embrace as the shriek and crackle of ice, landing on the hard frozen lake. 

I looked up in time as Azog leapt up out of the ice, sending Thorin to the ground, barely pulling out his sword to stop the jagged metal from piercing his chest, arms shaking uncontrollably, barely able to hold his own against the towering Orc. 

I shakily got to my feet, gripping my sword before running at him, screaming as I drove my sword deep into Azog’s chest, a guttural, bloodied gasp leaving his lips before I pulled him off of Thorin. With him staring up at me, I swung my sword down, once more pushing deep into the already gaping wound in his chest. 

And as the light faltered in his eyes, I spat. ‘Burn in hell, filth.’ 

Without sparing a moment, I dropped to Thorin’s side, my hands clasping his face. 

‘Thorin can you hear me? Are you okay?’ 

‘Y-Y/N ...’ 

I smiled as he gripped my hand, only for it to fade at the scarlet that covered his hand. Looking down I noticed the wound in his chest, the tunic he wore beneath his coat soaked in blood. 

‘Oh lord Mahal-’ I whistled as loud as I could, looking up into the skies where the eagles continued to circle, their dark shadows passing amongst the cloud. Suddenly, I coughed violently, leaning away from Thorin, wiping at my mouth, only to find blood. 

‘No no no-’ 

Again I whistled, body shaking as I looked around. A hand pressed against my cheek, gasping as Thorin looked up at me, a gentle smile on his lips. 

‘It-it’s alright my dear one, it’s alright-’

I shook my head, pressing a firm kiss to his hand. ‘No no no Thorin. You are going to live! You will not die this day, you’ve just gotta stay awake for me, alright?’ 

‘I feel so sleepy ...’

I held back a sob, squeezing his hand. ‘I know, Thorin, I know but you have to keep your eyes open! Help is coming! Y-You made me promise you that we would try-that we would try a hand at us! You’ve gotta stay awake-’

However as the words left my lips, his eyelids slid closed, the grip faltering on my cheek as tiredness over took his entire body. 

‘Thorin don’t you dare close your eyes!’ I cried, gripping his cheek while the other hand pressed down on his wound, trying to stem the blood that flowed over my fingertips. I looked around once again, screaming into the smoke that rose over the frozen peaks of the waterfall. 

‘SOMEBODY HELP US! PLEASE SOMEBODY?!’ 

I screamed, and screamed, and screamed. 

Even when my voice became hoarse, I still screamed at the top of my lungs. 

Even as blood spilt down my clothes, I still cried out weakly. 

And even as the shadows crept across my vision as I lay beside my unconcious lover, and the blurred outline of a figure came into view, I whimpered.

‘H-Help us ...’ 

I groaned as I opened my eyes, blinded by the piercing light that entered through the overhead windows. Slowly I sat up, gasping in pain that filled my side, and then I remembered. 

The war, Azog. And Thorin. 

I rushed to get out of bed, shakily getting to my feet only to fall foward towards the stone floor. However I didn’t make impact, held up by Kili. 

‘What are you doing Y/N?! I’ve known you for being an early riser but you must stay in bed! Oin has commanded it!’ 

I gripped his arm as he helped me sit back on the soft mattress, sighing at the pounding in my head. Once blurring in my vision had faded, I really took in the scene around me to realise we were within the halls of Erebor. 

Dwarves and dwarrodams with medical pouches walked through the aisles, standing beside other injured soldiers, a calmness settled over the entire room that we hadn’t felt for months. I looked back up towards him with a small smile. 

‘It’s over isn’t it?’

He was hugging me before I could even register it, a small hiccup of pain leaving me before I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. I ran a hand through his hair, chuckling-or a sobbing-I couldn’t even tell.

‘Oh thank Mahal you’re alright!’ 

‘The others are too.’ I couldn’t help but relax against him at his words, pulling away to look at him up and down, inspecting him carefully. 

‘And you are not hurt?’ 

‘A few bruises and cuts, every soldier must to be able to tell the tales of war!’ 

I smiled, but once again thought back to the dwarf I had gone on that desperate mission to save. I gripped Kili’s hand painfully. ‘And Thorin? Is he-’

‘Alive and healing thanks to you.’ 

I sighed, this time an even greater weight lifting from me. Tears of relief rose in my eyes, looking up at the young dwarf who smiled down at me. 

‘May I-’

‘Of course you can. Just don’t tell Oin I’m going against his orders taking away from your time of resting!’ 

Once dressed in my clothes, which I found had been washed and dried, felt clean against my skin, Kili led me to Thorin’s chambers. More like carried me, taking on most of my body weight to avoid leaning on my right side. I couldn’t help but smile at other dwarves and dwarrodams we passed, earning many in return. 

We all had fought for this victory, and free of the Orc’s reign of darkness. Now we could finally smile without the fear of dying on the morrow. 

We reached an ornate corridor, adorned with gold and jewels across the walls from roof to the marble floors, and at the very end I could see two guards guarding a large oak door, much different to the room Thorin had taken when ill under the dragon sickness. 

There were two other dwarves standing before the entrance, chatting amongst themselves, turning to us as we arrived. With the door slightly ajar, I squinted, looking past the shoulders of the dwarves to see a Thorin, cleaned, bandaged, and peacefully resting, 

‘We are here to visit the King-’

The door was shut with a slam, Kili cut off by the one who looked the oldest, his pointed nose raised to us and voice firm. ‘No one is to enter these chambers besides the King’s healer or advisors!’ 

The Prince scoffed. ‘Do you know who you’re talking to? I am King Thorin’s nephew, I am his kin and I order you to allow us in to see the King!’ 

‘I know who you are laddie, and I certainly know who this woman is.’ 

Why did it seem that everyone knew me before I knew them?

I looked toward the dwarf with a raised eyebrow. ‘And who do you think I am?’ 

He smirked. ‘Word of you reached Ered Luin long before the company of Thorin Oakenshield even reached the cusp of our homeland. Must’ve been a good offer you made our King to join such a company-’

‘I offered my skills-’

‘And much more I think.’ 

I stared down the second dwarf, cringing inwardly at the ugly smile he sent my way as he looked me up and down, a stare I wasn’t unfamiliar with.  

I pushed off of Kili, now nose to nose with him. ‘Watch your tongue-’

‘And you will watch yours missy. You are nothing than a common woman with no title, no family, and nothing to give to this King, or this kingdom. And if word gets out that the King has fallen for a human? Oof, you better run further than the hills. You wouldn’t last a day-’ 

‘Is that a threat?’

‘No, it’s merely a warning! Because you will be ruined either way, whether you are dead, or defiled beyond reprieve.’

My gut churned at his words, an anger I hadn’t felt in a very long time burning inside me, the memories of my time as a prisoner at the hands of the orcs sweeping through my mind. Everything they had done to me, the way they tied me down, ripped my clothes off, and did nothing but violate me.

Kili, who hadn’t noticed my state, stepped forward in a rage. ‘How dare you speak of her in such a way! You are nothing but cowards! She saved the King’s life-’

‘Then that is her job done innit? Hurry along and find someone else to travel along with, maybe you’ll find some new purpose for yourself, become someone else’s bitch-’ 

I didn’t remain to hear the rest of the cruel dwarf’s words. Breathing uneven, tears streaming down my face, I ran through the halls, letting the calls of my name that rang out behind me fall deaf upon me. 

It felt like everything was spinning, blurred as I fell against a wall, catching my breath, the taste of iron on my tongue. I gripped the marble beneath my nails, as if it would ground myself to reality, distract me from the images of the laughing orcs who had held me down, to dissolve the ugly smiles and laughter that erupted from them once they were finished.  

‘Y/N? You silly woman, why are you out of bed? You should be resting! Your wound is bleeding again!’ 

My eyes shot open at the sight of Gandalf, standing tall over me. Almost instantly, the sternness in his features creased into worry, taking my face into his hands carefully, wiping away the tears. 

‘Breathe my dear, breathe.’

I gasped, inhaling as much air as I could, gripping the wizards arms as sobs left me. With the shaking not ceasing, I looked back up towards Gandalf, tears still trekking down my face. 

‘Please take me away from here Gandalf-’

‘Why? What has happened?’

I shook my head. ‘I can’t stay here, I-I can’t be here when Thorin wakes up. Please! Take me away from here!’ 

NEXT (The Aftemath - Coming soon)

A/N: I am so sorry this chapter took so long but here we are! Will it get better? We shall see! I’m sorry!! *runs away*

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Thorin, Fili, Emma and the Unusual Arrangement - Part 18

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17]

This tale is for 18+ readers only.

If smut, angst, fluff, backdoor entry, oral (m&f receiving), and threesome offend you, do NOT read below the cut!!!  

In this Alternate Universe Hobbit tale, Thorin and Company find an injured Dwarrowdam in the wild who is alone. They take her into the company and heal her, insisting that she stay with them so she stays safe. During  the quest, Thorin, Fili and the Dwarrowdam find themselves  in an unusual  arrangement out of necessity and by the will of the  Dwarven god, Mahal.  What is the unusual arrangement? Will the arrangement work out? Will the line of Durin survive the Quest and reclaim Erebor?

(I  do not claim ownership of any of Tolkien’s characters, languages or  places, nor do I claim ownership of  Tauriel’s character.)

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Finally, the three of you reach the top and Dwalin is waiting with a huge smile. He gives you three a HUGE, LONG hug and his eyes are glassy. “We got worried when we saw Smaug headed fer Laketown and watched it burn. We had hoped ye all escaped and survived. A thrush informed us that a Dwarrowdam and Bard had teamed up te kill the Dragon and we knew it had te be ye!” he says grinning, and patting your back while Kili and Fili hoisted up the bundle.

“She got a new moniker, too, Dwal.” Kili tells him proudly. “What is it?” he asks. “Dragon tickler.” He says with a giggle. You just beam happily. Dwalin laughs. “Well, ye’ll have te tell us that tale once this is all over, we need to get ye into the cave where ye’ll be safe.”

“I have a gift for the company, Dwalin. Courtesy of Thranduril. You tell him just as Fili pulls the bundle over the side of the cliff and drags it over. Dwalin squats down and opens it and his eyes get huge.

“All our weapons?!?” he asks. “Well, all but one.” You tell him. “Thranduril apparently gave Orcrist to his Son, Legolas, who took it with him when he left to go to scout Gundabard. Apparently, there’s been some activity up there that they are concerned about.” You explain.

“Thrandy said he will give Thorin Orcrist and the gold for the commission he had done for the white gems of Lasgalen that his Wife had created. He apparently had commissioned the Dwarves to make them into jewelry for her. Apparently, the rift occurred because Thror tried to change the agreed upon price for the commission after the agreement was made; and Thrandy refused to pay it. He says if Thorin will agree to the original amount and return the gems and jewelry that Thrandy had commissioned, he will give Orcrist back to Thorin, with the agreed upon gold payment for the commission.” You explain. Dwalin nods as he puts his weapons back on.

“Come, let’s get you into the cave.” Dwalin says. Bring the weapons just inside the door and we’ll pull the door almost closed. We’ve been leavin’ a chip in it, so it doesn’t shut all the way. We’ve been using this as a little escape area te get away for a bit, and te watch fer ya.” He explains.

You three nod and follow Dwalin quietly into the mountain. He leads you three through the maze of passages and down into the cavern. “We’ve left food and cooking utensils fer ye both, since Bombur now has the full kitchens of Erebor to work with. He’s been busy cleaning them up. Thorin’s obsessed with finding the Arkenstone since he arrived in here.” Dwalin tells you.

“Dwalin, did you give him the bundle I gave you to give to him?” you ask. “Aye, he rarely lets go of it. He clings to it constantly.” He replies. You sigh. “Ask him if he still has my dagger in his boot. Tell him to remember why I gave it to him and why I gave him the lock of hair.” You say. He nods and asks if you both will need anything else. You both shake your heads and thank both Kili and Dwalin for their help.

“Dwalin, Thorin instructed me when we were still at Beorn’s to tell you that if anything happens to Thorin and he perishes, take his right boot off, remove the insert, and take the dagger out that you find in there. Make sure it is placed in his hands when he is buried. I gave it to him on our wedding night and it is extremely important to him, and he wishes to be buried with it in his hands.” You inform him. Dwalin nods. “Alright, Lass. I will remember that. Hopefully it won’t come to that though.” He replies and gives you a hug.

“We’ll come visit when we can.” Dwalin and Kili both tell you and give you two hugs, then head out. The moment they pass the entrance to the cave, you and Fili see a shimmer as a barrier is raised that quickly disappears. You hear a low voice say, “I see you both have made it to the mountain.” Turning, both yours and Fili’s eyes get huge as Mahal and Yavanna stand just in front of their respective statues.

You both drop to your knees and bow in reverence. They both chuckle and walk over to the two of you and help you up. “Come.” They say and show you off to the right where the Company has created a little house of sorts using the stones found littering the floor. They walled off a section in the corner to about shoulder height of stacked stones to give you both a little privacy. A fire pit is against the side of the cave and two sets of pillows sit on some bedding. Cooking utensils are in one corner and a small cabinet is in the corner for clothing.

You giggle. “It’s so cute!” you exclaim. “If there is anything you need, let us know. Do not put anything dirty into the lake, scoop out water from it using the pot beside the lake. This will be one of the few times we allow anyone to use water from there as it is a sacred lake and is not to be otherwise touched without our permission.” Yavanna tells you both. “As long as you both are here, seeking refuge from Thorin’s insanity, you may use the water. Bathing and washing things, though, must be done near the walls of the cave so they do not sully the lake.” She instructs.

“The barrier will protect you both, no one may enter unless we allow it, so take rest and relax. You may make love to each other and do not worry about getting Emma pregnant now. You are home and it will be alright. It will happen when it happens. Use the time to get to know each other like Thorin and Emma did.” They encourage you both. “The barrier will block any sounds from escaping the cave, but will allow sounds in from the outside world.” Yavanna explains.

You blush and giggle. “Yavanna?” you ask, looking around. “Yes, Emma?” she replies. “Would it be too much to ask if we could have a couple of wash basins and a couple of buckets?” you ask. We have clothing that will need washing and our bodies as well.” You say. They appear beside you and you exclaim, “OH! Thank you!” and pick them up, carrying them to the wall a little ways from the ‘house’ the Dwarves made for you.

“Um, where are we to go for the bathroom?” you inquire. Yavanna shows you the designated area and you nod. “Okay.” You reply. “What are we to burn for fires to cook and keep warm?” Fili asks, and wood appears outside the half wall near the cave’s wall. “Oh! Thanks!” he says happily. “When the wood gets low, I will just automatically replace it, Fili.” Mahal tells him. Fili nods.

“Is there anything else you will need for now?” they ask. “Some food for supper would be appreciated.” Fili says and venison and veggies appear on a low bench near the kitchen area Bombur set up for you, complete with a cutting board and a spit. You both thank Yavanna and Mahal they both nod and disappear with a chuckle, leaving you both to get settled in.

Fili gets the fire going while you get the venison on the spit. Once it’s ready and seasoned with the herbs Bombur left for you, Fili puts it over the fire and turns it while you get the bedrolls set up, side by side and get clothing put into the cabinet.

“I wonder how long we’ll end up being here?” Fili asks. You shrug as you cut up the veggies and put them into the pot then go and take the bucket and head over to the lake. You use the pot you find to fill the bucket and carry it back and pour some of it into the pot. Then set the pot over the fire to cook.

The two of you talk while supper cooks. You both share stories of growing up and reminisce. While you eat, you both share your hopes and dreams. “Fili, are you scared about the possibility of having to rule if Thorin doesn’t beat this sickness?” you ask. “A little. I worry it will try to claim me or Kee next. I just hope and pray, that something ends up snapping Uncle out of this and that he beats it, so no further Durins will have to deal with the curse.” He says. “Honestly, I want that more than anything else. For the Durin line to be free of this curse that has taken so much happiness and joy from the line of Durin and caused so much heartache for the kingdom.

You smile and nod. “I pray Thorin over comes this, I miss him. We had so little time together, but it was the first time I felt wanted, loved and nearly complete. All my life I felt like I never belonged, I felt empty. I’d toss and turn at night seeking a warmth that always escaped me, and craved an embrace as I slept that I couldn’t place. The first time I cuddled with members of the company to keep warm it felt strange. I don’t know how to describe it. It was like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit.

Then I laid between you and Kili and he kept warning me about you being a blanket thief. He was SO shocked when he woke up with his own blanket!” you giggle, “You were curled up around me, spooning me and your hand was on my belly and your blanket was over us. It just felt ‘right’. Then a few days later I was cold and Thorin invited me to cuddle with him to stay warm since he was still awake and everyone else was asleep except for the watch Dwarf. I crawled in with him to snuggle and it felt ‘right’ with him too. He curled around me and hung onto my hands, which were always tucked up under my chin to keep warm. I’d wake up and his hand would always be resting on my breast by morning.” You giggle. Fili chuckles.

“You both made me feel safe each in your own way. Thorin is so much taller that he just kind of wraps himself around me. Where you are closer to my height and almost mesh against me like well fitted armor. I miss feeling how you both fill me so full and when I have you both inside me, I feel complete, whole.” You explain.

Fili grins. “I hope we can feel that again, Love. We just have to hold on to hope that Thorin will pull through this and defeat the sickness before it causes too many irreconcilable damages.” He says.

You nod. Fili carves off the meat as it cooks and drops it into the pot to keep warm. Little by little the roast disappears into the pot. Once it’s all been added to the pot, you both recline on the bed rolls and eat. Mahal, could we have a loaf of bread and herbs for tea?” you ask. And ‘poof!’ it appears. You giggle, thank him,  and take the bread, breaking it in two and you both enjoy your meal. Once it is done, you cover the pot with your cleaned plate and Fili’s cleaned plate, and you set the eating utensils on top of them and set the pot off to the side. To cool.

Then you and Fili recline and rest. Talking quietly and you both remove your clothing and lie there naked, caressing each other, mapping each other’s bodies in your minds. Fili revels in your touch and can’t get enough of it. “All my life I felt restless, like I was searching for something I couldn’t define. I think that was why I was always stealing Kili’s blankets. It was never done intentionally. I’d just wake up every morning wrapped up in all the bedding. Amad would always laugh about having to ‘unroll’ me from them.” He chuckles.

“Then I held you that night to keep you warm for the first time, and I felt like I had found what I had been searching for all my life. I felt at peace and the restlessness left for the night. I looked forward to the times you’d come and cuddle with us. I knew Kee would roll away, he always does, ‘gets too warm’ he says.

I guess that’s why I reacted the way I did when I woke to find you sleeping with Uncle that time. It hurt seeing you sleeping with someone else. I guess I was just tired of it, and not being able to tell you how I felt cuz I wasn’t an official adult yet. I knew Uncle liked you and it frustrated me to no end that I knew you were my One and could do nothing but watch as another courted you.” He explains quietly. “Then I had that dream on top of it all and I was so confused and hurt and thought I was crazy and would be shunned for even talking about two Dwarrow sharing one Dam.” He explains.

You smile and caress his face. I’m glad Mahal gave me you both. I was so scared at first. It was never explained to me how big a Dwarf’s member was and how he would fit it inside of me. When I saw how big Thorin was, I was scared. I knew you all were rather large. You all always woke up with a hard on pressed against my back or ass.” You giggle. “I wondered if that was a normal thing for males, or if it was just because I was there.” You say blushing.

Fili chuckles. “No, Sweetheart. It’s a fairly regular occurrence.” He admits with a grin. “Oh, okay. I wasn’t sure.” You reply, a bit relieved. “It’s too bad Females are so rare. Many of the company would’ve made wonderful Husbands and Fathers.” You say. “Yeah. Balin was kind of a fill in Father for Uncle and Amad (Mom) when theirs disappeared.” Fili explains.

“Dwalin and Uncle kind of tag-teamed raising us. Kili was such a wild child that Amad struggled keeping him in check. He was always into mischief!” Fili says. “Amad said it was a miracle Kili has lived as long as he has.” Fili says with a chuckle. He’s starting to show an interest in intimacy, but I think it’s more so because of my ‘coming-of-age’ being such an issue. None of us thought about that when I was allowed to come with.

You chuckle. “So I’ve heard.” You say. “Em?” Fili asks as you rest your head against his chest. “Would you be willing to teach Kee when his time comes?” he asks. “I suppose. Won’t it be weird for you though? Sharing your One with your Brother for that?” you ask. “No, we’ve shared nearly everything in life. Kee’s always been there with me for as long as I can remember. If it’s okay with Uncle. And you. It’s fine with me. You did a great job training me considering you only had a month more experience than I did. Kee would be lucky to have you train him since you and Uncle will hopefully have SO much more experience than you had with me.” He giggles.

You chuckle. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, Fee.” You remind him and caress the soft, blonde hair on his chest. He purrs happily. You crawl up and lie down on top of him and gently grind on him, earning soft moans of your name and sweet praises.

Fili’s hands begin to wander, and you close your eyes and moan quietly. You both just bask in the wonderful feeling while you get wetter and wetter. Fili moans quietly and begs to enter you. You lean down and slip him into your main passage, and he groans, “Oh, Em! So tight!” he moans as he struggles not to cum right away. You bury him to the hilt in your tight tunnel then still. Enjoying the feeling of his fullness deep in your core. You lie against his chest and nuzzle it, nibbling his pecs and his sensitive nipples earning tantalizing moans of pleasure, making him writhe under you. “Ohhh, Emmm, ohhhh, Honey! Mmmmm yessssssss! Just like that!” he moans.

You spend the next few hours pleasuring Fili and learning his likes and dislikes like he learned yours. You grin being able to draw such sounds out of him and watch as you slowly make him come undone. It’s such a glorious sight. His sweat slicked body, the faint pink blush, his solid chest heaving, golden curls on it stuck to his flesh, his luscious lips parted in pants as he gasps for air, his halo of golden strands sticking to his glistening face.

You grin when you get him to open his gorgeous sapphire eyes to gaze at you and then you do something to give him intense pleasure and you see those sapphires roll back into his lids and he moans your name wantonly.

Over and over, you bring him to the edge and let him tip over as much as he wants, sometimes you give him a rest, other times you keep riding him slowly and build him up to a second climax, getting him to sing your praises.

After a bit, you take him fast and hard, bodies gliding over each other smoothly as the sweat lubricates both your front and his. Fili’s hands grip your ass tight, squeezing rhythmically, making you both tip over the edge together with a low, wanton moan. The two of you cum together in a glorious, mind-blowing release that leaves you both panting, throbbing and feeling like lead. “WOW!!!” is all Fili can say. Grinning, you nod.

The two of you fall asleep, joined together in a peaceful embrace. For the next month, the two of you join off and on each day, with little else to do besides talk. Occasionally one or two of the Dwarves are able to sneak away and visit you, but Thorin, in his madness keeps them busy. Near the end of the month, you and Fili begin to feel tired of being cooped up in the cave.

Dwalin comes and tells you both that the Elves and Men have grown tired of waiting for Thorin to come to his senses and have marched on the mountain and are now besieging it and that Thorin has sent a Raven to Dain asking him to come help end the siege.

He asks how you both are, and you tell him you are tired of being cooped up in here and look forward to getting out and helping rebuild. He nods, “Hopefully we all survive this. Thrandy is threatening to attack and Thorin’s kept us busy building a barricade across the entrance of Erebor and when we finished, he’s kept us in the treasury looking for the blasted Arkenstone. He says rubbing his head. “Mahal, I hope Thorin pulls his head out of his ass soon! We need him thinking clearly or we’ll all end up dead!” he says with a sigh. “We’re tryin’ not te lose hope, but he’s fallin’ so fast that it seems all he thinks about is that damnable stone! I wish that miner never would’ve found it!” he growls.

Suddenly Mahal appears. “I understand your frustration, Dwalin. When the stone is found, bring it here and I will hide it away so it is never found again, and no Dwarf will know it’s location. I will speak with the heads of all the Dwarves’ rulers and inform them that the Arkenstone has been found in Erebor, but that I have taken it and hidden it so the line of Durin is no longer driven to insanity by it’s power. That they are to continue to recognize and hold to their oaths to serve the King of Erebor as if he still had the stone. It will not leave the mountain, so in a sense, he will still possess it, but none will know where I have hidden it.” He tells the Dwarves.

“Mahal, is there nothing that can be done to help Thorin defeat the Dragon Sickness? What of the promises you made to him and me about our future?” you ask sadly. “Thorin is fighting it the best he can, Emma. He is tiring though. The dagger you placed in his boot he feels with every step as it does not allow his boot to give like the other one, he wears does. He clings to the braid you gave to him trying to remember his true treasure, but the gold sickness is powerful. Something is making it stronger than it usually is. Do not fear, Sweetheart. Thorin is stubborn. He will continue to fight and cling to you.” He assures you.

You sigh. “I miss him.” You say quietly. “We all do, Sweetheart.” Dwalin says and gives you a hug. “Do not give up on him.” He tells you. You hug Dwalin back and he heads back to rejoin the group. A few days later you feel the whole mountain rumble and shake. You and Fili cling to each other as you lie on your feather ticks looking at the fire and talking quietly. “What was that?” you ask. “Not sure.” He replies.

“Wereworms.” You hear Mahal say. “They’re digging tunnels for the Orcs and Trolls to pass through so that they can lay siege to the mountain and claim it to defile and strip it of its wealth.” He informs you both. “OH, Mahal, PLEASE don’t let them do this! We’ve worked so hard and traveled so far to finally reclaim it!!!” you beg and start to cry. Fili holds you and tears trickle down his cheeks as well.

“You’re safe here, Em. I know you worry for our friends. Hopefully the armies of Elves and Dain’s army and the men of Dale will fight alongside each other to defeat these filthy creatures.” He tells you.

#Hobbit AU #The Hobbit AU #Middle Earth AU #thorin oakenshield #Thorin x oc #Thorin #Emma #Fili #fili durin #dwalin #dwalin son of fundin #Dwarrow of Erebor #Erebor #Dwarves #Elves #Thranduril #Men #kili Durin #unusual arrangement #BOFTA #Hiding #insanity #Gold Sickness #Smut

[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Clear Waters (Fili x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2069

A/N ok so I do not like this one as much and also it is veryyy long for me so that's also why. For this one, it is kind of open-ended and I still have not decided who it's for lol, It could be Thorin, Fili, Kili, or Bilbo. Who knows, even Dwalin or bombur. I lovvve being indecisive. so have a surprise and let me know if you have any requests. Enjoy xx

The water swept over me, my muscles taut with strain, but I felt freer than ever. The water was icy, but it soothed me. Muscle memory taught me to savor the moment from when I jumped in the water to when I clambered back on the boat. A few stray waves hit me, rolling me over a bit. I let them roll me, facing upwards towards the sky. I sighed. Bard would be back soon, and he would want me to help him with whatever he had today. Of course, I was more than willing to help. After all, he is the one that brings me out in these waters and lets me have time to myself. I began to swim to our meeting place, one that we both had memorized. I let my body relax, the tendrils of kelp trying to keep me from going back. I willed myself forward, but to what? More scoffing at my ideas, more remarking on how I am not married yet. But I had to.

The waves began to swell, and I smiled. Bard was here to pick me up. Of course, he did the old trick of pretending to almost run me over. I laughed at his antics, he rarely was ever humorous anymore. I hoisted myself up the side of the boat, sopping wet when I realized that he had company. I looked at Bard, who shrugged.

"Lass, you could have drowned! What are ye doing?" A crowd of what looked like 14 dwarves stood before me. They were all staring incredulously, obviously, they did not expect someone to be swimming in these waters.

"I'm just going for my daily swim of course. Did you actually think Bard was going to hit me? You have so little faith in your ferry it seems." I  wrung out my hair over the side of the boat. My explanation did not seem to suit them, but they dropped the subject fairly quickly.

"Now might I ask, who are you?" a voice said quietly. I looked up and faced a dwarf, no, a hobbit who looked very out of place.

"I am y/n, from Laketown. And who are you? It looks like you are a halfling unless my eyes deceive me," I responded.

He fidgeted a bit. He was obviously very uncomfortable. "Yes yes, that's me. Bilbo Baggins." He scooted back to the other side of the boat. An odd character he seems, out of place. Why was he here? I turned back around, tired from all the swimming. I met the eyes of some of the other dwarves. Two of them had a very mischievous look in them. Some were more somber. But one of them caught my eyes. He looked like he was the leader of all of them, even if he did not say anything. He had that air of authority to his figure. I caught his eye, trying to figure out what these dwarves were doing here, but his face did not give anything I way. I leaned my head back against the boat. Breath in, breath out. Slowly my eyes closed, letting slumber take over my willing body.

--------time change hehe--------

Bard shook me awake, motioning to the barrels that were now filled with fish. How long was I asleep for? I shook the last tendrils of sleep off me, and clumsily grabbed one of the barrels. I poured it onto the deck where Bard was pouring one, and a redheaded dwarf rolled out unceremoniously. I gave Bard a questioning look, but he motioned to stay quiet. Well, a time for everything I suppose.

Once we had poured out all the fish, dwarves included, I was free to go. But, after all, I am a nosy person, so I decided to go with Bard. For some reason we had to sneak the dwarves into his house, were they fugitives of some sort? Well, no matter who they were, they were picky, with everything. The weapons Bard offered were "not good enough". Everything seemed to pass by in a blurry haze. Clearly, I needed more sleep. I noticed one of the dwarves seemed to be in pain, clearly trying to hide it. I ventured a bit closer, but Bard called for me to help him with something.

The night approached quickly, and these dwarves were very somber. I walked up to one of them, the oldest one. "Might I ask what is going on here? Everything that I have ever heard about dwarves is that they are jovial, and I have rarely ever seen anyone this quiet," I spoke quietly, not wanting to draw attention to my confusion.

"Well lass, we are not here to stay, and we are a bit behind schedule. Everyone is just a bit tense, as this is very important for everyone," the dwarf said vaguely. "You're y/n aren't ye."

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?"

"Balin son of Fundin. It is a pleasure to meet you. Now I see you are a bit fiercer than the rest and I would like to know if there is an armory here where we can get weapons from. If you do not wish to help, that is fine. However, I can tell you want adventure. Make up your mind soon." He walked away to get some food, leaving me with my mouth wide open. How could he know? How does he know that I hate this place, that I want to leave on journeys? I would drill him about that later, but for now, I must help them.

I murmured some of the plans to Bilbo, who told Balin. Everyone else came to know, and the minute Bard would leave we would be off. Bard would not be happy with me, but I don't care. It's about high time I had something to do other than sitting around or swimming. I needed an escape. As we were all eating, talking amongst ourselves, I noticed Bard hurriedly whisper something to his son and slip out the door, unnoticed by everyone.

I yawned, "Well I think I will be heading off to bed. It was lovely meeting you all." I met all of their eyes, lingering on some for longer. I still noticed the younger dwarf hiding his pain, but I could do nothing at the moment. I left the house and down the stairs, waiting. After about five minutes I heard grumbling from the rest of the dwarves. I motioned for them to stay quiet and quickly led the way. I showed them the window that they could enter once we reached the armory.

"This is the only way in without alerting guards. Be quiet. If anyone of you makes a noise, it is over. I will leave once you get in unless there is anything else I can help you with," I said hopefully. I still wished to leave this dreadful town.

Thorin, the dwarf in charge, muttered some orders to the rest of them and then turned wearily back to me. "We are in your debt. Thank you for helping us," he said grudgingly, in a deep gravelly voice.

I nodded my head and left them, turning around a corner. I stopped though, for I heard them saying something.

"She would have been of use to us. Clearly, she knows a way out of here and we don't." I heard one of the dwarves arguing. I could not tell which one.

"No, she would only hinder us. She is soft, she has never left this village, she would only be a burden." I heard Thorin say gruffly. He wasn't necessarily wrong, but they underestimated me. I could handle a sword, and I would not hesitate in killing orcs. But if I showed myself, they would all not trust me. So I stayed hidden.

"Uncle you don't know that. Besides, think of what use a human might be. They perceive things in different ways sometimes. There's something about her. She would help us, I know she would." The other dwarf spoke.

Hmmm, which ones were his nephews. I thought the injured one was his only relative, but clearly, I was wrong. The injured one's voice was not as resonant as the one that was speaking. I accidentally shuffled a bit, and their voices grew quieter. I could no longer hear them, but it was nice to know that someone wanted me there. All of a sudden there was a huge crashing of metal and a couple of thumps. I fled the scene, knowing that I could not get caught with them. Everyone already was wary of me, I would hate to make things worse for myself.

I heard the shouting of guards as I ran, far enough away that I knew I wouldn't be caught. The town center, that was where they would be brought. I took some shortcuts, so hopefully, I could see them alright. Everything passed by in my anxiety-induced haze. If they mentioned me at all, I was well, screwed. I vaguely heard Thorin shout something, and everyone cheering, but I was mostly looking at the dwarves' faces and made sure they were alright.

Balin looked a bit concerned, and the youngest one was still trying to hide his pain, but everyone else looked joyous. I smiled looking at them. It was the first time I had seen them in a good mood. One of them looked right at me, he was blonde, and he looked younger. I think he might have been the one talking about me. I waved and he dipped his head in acknowledgment.

Everyone was busy celebrating that they were going to the lonely mountain, but I mostly wanted to check on the hurt dwarf. Kili I think his name is. But before I could reach them, the crowd pressed in. Drinks were brought out and I could barely move without bumping into someone. It got harder to breathe. I began taking quicker breathes, trying to push my way out of the pandemonium. My ears were ringing because it was so loud. Finally, I managed to get out, and I sat against one of the stalls, leaning my head back against it. Footsteps approached me, slowly, and I turned my head.

"They are going to bring doom to us all," Bard said hoarsely. "But all anyone wants is gold. Greedy things we are. It makes me almost sick to watch this. Do you want me to walk you back to your house or are you fine on your own?"

"I think I'll be alright for tonight Bard, thank you though. Goodnight." I replied back.

I closed my eyes for a second, listening to the laughter, beer slopping down the sides of mugs, something I have not heard in a long time. It is odd to miss things like this, especially when you don't realize you miss them. Some more footsteps approached me, but quicker, with a skip to them.

"My Lady," the dwarf said, bowing his head.

I smiled in return. "I am certainly no lady. And remind me, which one are you?"

"Ah, but you look like a lady to me. I am Fili, nephew of Thorin. Why are you sitting down when there are festivities to be had?"

"A gentleman does not ask a lady such questions." I retorted.

He gave a sly chuckle, "I thought you aren't a lady."

I laughed, not expecting this from him. But it was funny nonetheless. "Well, you have me there. Now tell me everything about this quest. I am keen to be on one myself and I would love to hear it all."

So Fili told me everything. Where he was born, why he wanted to go, everything. Obviously, some of the ale he drank was at work, seeming to make him more flamboyant than he usually might be. But it was amusing and laughter ensued.

When the music died down and people began to head home, Fili wrapped up his exaggerated tale.

"It was lovely to meet you Fili. I wish you the best of luck on your quest." I said softly. "Please try not to wake the dragon."

He chucked. "It was lovely to meet you as well y/n."

I waved him farewell and walked back to my house. It was always good to meet new people, especially these dwarves. They seemed like they could be so happy if they tried. Well, it is time to settle in for the night.

#lotr #lotr fanfic #fanfic #thorin x y/n #thorin x reader #fili #fili x you #fili x reader #kili #kili x you #kili x reader #thorin #bilbo

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

Echuio CH. Two

Movie: Unexpected Adventure

Title: The Quest

Words: 2955

Warnings: Mentions of tight spaces (claustrophobia) 

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Translations: 

Vaen - Beautiful

Mukhuh, vaen - Please, beautiful

Miz Kurdu - My heart

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The next morning you were shaken awake by Gandalf. He handed you a pack, a bow, and a quiver of arrows. You took them gratefully and put the pack on your back.

 “There’s some clothes in there along with some rations and extra arrows. Do you know how to ride a pony?”

 “I think so?” You said uncertainly. “I don’t really remember.”

 “I think you’ll be fine,” Gandalf said.

 “It’s real easy,” Fili said assuredly. You smiled at him and he returned it with a grin of his own.

 “What do you wager that the Hobbit will show up?” Kili asked you, taking your attention off of Fili.

 “I think he will,” you said.

 “Ten gold coins says he doesn’t,” Kili countered.

 “You have yourself a deal!”

 “Enough chit-chat, let’s go. We’ll eat as we ride,” Thorin said.

 The Dwarves all grumbled but walked out the door. You followed them after taking one last look at Bilbo’s home, hoping that the Hobbit would change his mind and come along on the adventure. Sighing, you looked forward and fell into step next to Bifur. He was signing something and you furrowed your brows, signing back tentatively. Bifur’s eyes lit up when he realized you could understand him and he started signing earnestly.

 “How’re ya doin’ that, lass?” Bofur asked you. All of the Dwarves were looking at you again and you bit your lip.

 “I don’t know. I just know what he’s saying,” you said. You missed the look Gandalf was giving you, Thorin yelling to the Company.

 “Come on. Let’s go,” Thorin called.

 You had reached the ponies and Gandalf led you over to a beautiful white pony.

 “This is Lady. She’ll be your pony for the trip.”

 “Ain’t you a pretty thing,” you cooed, petting the pony’s nose. She rubbed her face in your hair and you let out a giggle, unaware of a certain pair of eyes looking at you.

 “Would you like some help getting up, Miss [y/n]?” Balin asked you.

 “No, I’ll be fine.” You adjusted your pack and bow before gracefully heaving yourself into the saddle. Looking back, you saw that most of the Dwarves had their jaws wide open.

 “What? Did I do it wrong?”

 “No,” Balin said. “It was just surprisingly well for someone who hasn’t ridden before.”

 “Oh.” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and you looked down at your lap. The Dwarves shook themselves from their stupor and got onto their own ponies. A few minutes later, you were off.

 “What did I say? This was a waste of time,” Gloin said.

 “Use a Hobbit,” Bofur said.

 “A joke,” Dwalin chimed. Right then, Bilbo came running through the trees.

 “Wait!”

 You stopped your pony and looked towards the Hobbit, giving him a wave.

 “I signed it. I signed the contract,” Bilbo said, handing the paper to Balin.

 “Looks like everything’s in order. Welcome to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, Master Baggins.” You clapped your hands lightly as some of the Dwarves chuckled.

 “Give him a pony,” Thorin said gruffly before spurring his back into motion. Bilbo tried to argue that he could just walk, but Fili and Kili lifted him onto a free pony.

 “Kili, time for you to pay up,” you called to the younger brother, a teasing lilt to your voice. He gave you a faux glare but threw you a small pouch. You shook it next to your ear, hearing the jingling of the coins before putting it in your bag and giving Kili a wink.

 ---

 The rest of the day went by much quicker than you thought it would. You had eaten lunch while riding and only stopped a couple of times to water the horses. It was only when night was about to fall did you stop. Standing up in your saddle, you dismounted and almost fell to the ground. A pair of arms caught you and you saw Fili holding you.

 “Thanks,” you said sheepishly.

 “You’re welcome, Miss [y/n],” he said. “You’ll get used to it. It’s always harsh on the body after a day of riding.”

 His hands were on your waist and they moved up to your shoulders. Testing out your legs, you found that your balance had steadied.

 “Are you alright for now?”

 “I should be. Thank you.” You smiled and Fili nodded, kissing the back of your hand.

 “Of course, vaen.”

 ---

 After you had finished your supper, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You were sitting in between Fili and Kili by the fire and after a few minutes of blinking wearily, you were asleep. Your head fell onto Fili’s shoulder and he looked down to see you sleeping peacefully. Kili saw the predicament his brother was in and laughed.

 “Oh shut it and hand me her bag, will you?” Fili grumbled.

 Kili grabbed your bedroll and spread it out for you but when Fili went to put you on it, you muttered something in your sleep and clung to the eldest brother. Your face was buried in his chest and your torso twisted slightly. Fili’s cheeks were bright red and he was sitting stiffly.

 “She looks uncomfortable, brother. You should hold her right. Or I can if you don’t want to,” Kili said cheekily. Fili glared at his brother and took a breath before hooking his arm under your legs and moving you to his lap.

 “What’s this?” Thorin said, seeing his nephew holding you.

 “She fell asleep on me and won’t let go,” Fili explained, his face still red. Thorin shook his head and walked away Fili looking down at you. You curled unconsciously, moving yourself closer to the Dwarf and he sighed. It was going to be a long night.

 ---

 When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed were the arms around you. When you shifted slightly, they tightened around you. Glancing up, you saw that you were sitting in Fili’s lap and he was fast asleep. The sun was peaking over the horizon and you yawned before laying your head back on Fili’s chest.

 You had fallen asleep again only to be woken by voices. You vaguely heard someone calling your name but you ignored them and buried your face into the soft furs of your pillow, murmurs escaping your mouth.

 “Looks like she doesn’t want to let go,” Kili teased.

 “Miss [y/n], you need to wake up,” Fili said.

 “No. You’re warm. And comfy.”

 “Mukhuh, vaen?” Fili said. “We have to leave soon.”

 “Fine.” You got up and looked at Fili. “Apparently I don’t know the concept of personal space when I’m tired. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

 “You didn’t, don’t worry. I didn’t mind at all.” Fili gave you a grin and you smiled back.

 “If I do cross a line, please let me know.”

 “As you wish.”

 ---

 About a week into the quest, you were riding when it began to rain. It was a light drizzle at first, but then it started coming down harder. Shaking your head, water flew off the ends of your hair and you shivered violently.

 “Do you not have a cloak?” Bifur signed to you. You shook your head.

 “No,” you said.

 “I have an extra you can use.” Bifur turned and grabbed his bag, rifling through it. He pulled out a cloak and handed it to you.

 “Thank you.” Pulling on the cloak, you wrapped it tightly around yourself, trying to get warm.

 You heard Dori ask Gandalf to make the rain go away and when Gandalf mentioned the other Wizards, your eyes widened.

 “There are others like you?” You asked, urging your pony to go faster until you were alongside Gandalf.

 “There are six of us. Saruman the White is the greatest of our order, then there are two blues’. I’ve forgotten their names,” Gandalf said.

 “Who’re the other two?” Bilbo said.

 “Radagast the Brown is one. The last hasn’t been seen for ages. We suspect that they are lost.”

 “Would they be able to help me get my memories back? After the quest is over, of course.”

 “I don’t know, Miss [y/n]. They might.”

 You frowned to yourself, lost in your thoughts when you felt someone take your hand.

 “We’ll getcha your memories,” Bofur said.

 “I know. But only after we get your home back, yeah?” You grinned and he laughed.

 The rest of the time riding was spent in near silence, the rain putting nearly everyone in a sour mood. When you came across some ruins and Thorin said that this is where you’d be stopping for the night, you were grateful.

 Thorin went about telling people what their duties were for the night and when he got to you, Gandalf was gone and a fire roaring.

 “You, Miss [y/n], are going to show me how skilled you are with a bow while it’s still light out.”

 “Alright.” You grabbed your bow and quiver before following Thorin.

 “Shoot that tree.” He pointed at a tree a fair distance away and you got into position before shooting it.

 “Good.”

 Thorin told you where to shoot and you made every shot. He was impressed with your abilities and gave you an awkward pat on the back.

 “You have skill, I’ll give you that. Now that I’ve seen what you can do with a bow, I’d like to teach you how to use a sword,” Thorin said.

 “Sounds good to me. I’d like to be prepared for whatever comes our way.”

 “We’ll start next time we make camp. It’s too late tonight.”

 “Okay.”

 Thorin then left you to gather your arrows. When you were finished, you went to get supper. Bilbo had just gone to give Fili and Kili their share when you came up to Bofur.

 “Here ya go, lass,” Bofur said.

 “Thank you.” You sat down by the fire and ate your soup quietly. Everything was normal until the two brothers came back saying something about trolls and the ponies.

 Everyone grabbed their weapons, Gloin put out the fire, and you ran into the woods with everyone just in time to see Bilbo hanging upside-down.

 “[Y/n], get into that tree and shoot them,” Thorin said. You nodded and climbed the tree as the rest of the Company charged the trolls.

 You took time with each shot, making your limited amount of arrows count. You shot at the trolls hands and feet when they were trying to catch a dwarf, and at their heads when they were running around. When you were down to your last arrow, Bilbo was caught by two of the trolls.

 “Lay down yer arms or we’ll rip ‘is off!” One of them said. “An’ the archer in the tree, get down ‘ere!”

 Carefully, you climbed down as the Company put down their weapons. You were manhandled into a sack and thrown onto the ground next to Thorin. A small cry left your lips when you hit the ground and you just knew that you’d have bruises for a while.

 The trolls were talking about how to prepare the Dwarves when you heard one of them say something about them being turned to stone. You and Bilbo made eye contact and he jumped up. What was coming out of his mouth was complete and utter nonsense but it helped keep the trolls attention away from actually doing any lasting damage to the Dwarves.

 After yelling that you did indeed have parasites in your tubes, you were relieved when Gandalf came to save you. The sunlight turned the trolls to stone and you slumped back, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiggling your arms, you managed to get out of the sack.

 “Thanks,” you said to Bilbo. “That was some fast thinking.”

 “It was nothing.”

 “Still, thank you.” You kissed his cheek and grabbed your bow.

 “Come on,” Thorin said. “The cave the trolls used has to be somewhere around here.”

 You followed them to a cave after grabbing your supplies from camp and the smell hit you like a horse.

 “No thanks. I’m not going in there,” you said, crinkling your nose in disgust. You watched as some of the Company went inside and when they came out a few minutes later, Thorin handed something to you.

 “This is for you,” he said. You turned the sword in your hands, admiring the silver of the blade and the sapphires embedded in the handle.

 “A sword? It’s beautiful.”

 “It’s more like a knife, but since you’re so small, it’ll work as a sword for you.”

 “Thank you.”

 Thorin left you and Fili came up to you.

 “You used all of your arrows on the trolls, right?” He asked you.

 “I did.”

 “Here are some more.” Fili presented a handful of them and you smiled happily.

 “Thank you! Hopefully they’ll all fit in the quiver,” you said with a laugh.

 “Let me put them away.” He turned you around and carefully put them in the quiver on your back. That’s when Thorin said something was coming.

 That something turned out to be one of the Wizards Gandalf was talking about the other day, Radagast the Brown. You could feel him looking at you but you ignored it. The two Wizards went to talk and you busied yourself with making sure your new sword was tied tight around your waist and that your bow was in working order. After a few minutes of them talking, a wolf howled in the distance.

 “Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out here?” Bilbo asked, slight fear in his voice.

 “I don’t think that’s a wolf,” you said.

 “No, that’s not a wolf,” Bofur said.

 Branches snapped behind you and you turned to see a giant beast. You quickly nocked your bow and shot the beast in the eye, Thorin and Nori finishing it off with their swords. Another one pounced from the opposite direction. It almost got Thorin but you and Kili shot it at the same time, the beast falling and Dwalin hitting it on the head with his hammer.

 “Warg scouts!” Thorin said. “An Orc pack is not far behind.”

 “Who did you tell of your quest besides your kin?” Gandalf asked Thorin.

 “No one.”

 “Who did you tell?!”

 “No one, I swear! What in Durin’s name is going on?” Thorin said.

 “You are being hunted.”

 “We have to get out of here,” Dwalin said.

 “I agree. Let’s go,” you said.

 “We don’t have any ponies! They’ve all bolted,” Ori said.

 “I’ll draw them off,” Radagast said.

 “They’ll catch you. Those are Gundabad Wargs.” Gandalf’s voice sounded tired.

 “These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I’d like to see them try.”

 Radagast flew away on his sled before anyone could say anything and you found yourself running as fast as you could in the opposite direction. Gandalf was leading you somewhere but it seemed like everywhere you looked there were more and more Orcs.

 Hiding behind a rock, you felt your chest heaving, your lungs not able to get enough air. Your back was to the cool stone when you heard a Warg above you. Taking control of your breathing, both you and Kili shot the Warg and the Orc at Thorin’s command. Both of them tumbled down the rock where they met their deaths from the Company’s swords, but not before they could call out to their friends.

 “Move! Run!” Gandalf yelled. Everyone ran again and when you started to get surrounded, Thorin yelled for you and Kili to shoot them. You did as you were told, taking out as many as you could before Gandalf shouted something from behind a rock.

 “Over here, you fools!”

 You ran as fast as you could, stopping at the lip of the entrance and turning to shoot more Orcs. There was something about the crevasse that made the tips of your fingers tingle, but you ignored it.

 “Go inside!” Thorin said to you. He called for his nephew and Kili came sprinting over. Fili went down before you and you went right after him. He caught you just as Kili and Thorin slid down.

 Then a horn sounded and an Orc fell into the crevasse, Fili pushed you behind him. Your fingers curled around his arm and you didn’t let go. The Orc was dead and after Thorin threw the arrow that killed it to the ground, muttering something in Kuhzdul while Dwalin walked to the end of the pathway.

 “I can’t see where it leads. Do we follow it?”

 “Yes, yes we do!” Bofur said.

 The Dwarves formed a line and Fili stepped in front of you, your hand falling to his and your fingers intertwining. You followed closely behind him, Kili right behind you. When you noticed that the walls were getting closer, your breathing picked up and you tightened your grip on Fili’s hand.

 “Are you alright, vaen?” He asked you.

 “Apparently I don’t like small spaces.” You saw Bombur almost get stuck and your breath hitched in your throat. “Why’d I have to remember this while I’m in a small space?”

 “There’s light ahead!” Dwalin said.

 “Let’s go, miz kurdu. I think we’re almost at the end.” Fili squeezed your hand. You found it extremely comforting and before you knew it, you were out in the open again. Letting the air in your lungs whoosh out, you leaned against Fili in relief.

 “Where are we?” You asked, closing your eyes and letting the breeze ruffle your hair. The air felt like it was electrified and you were finding yourself longing to go down there.

 “The Valley of Imladris!” Gandalf said. “In the Common Tongue, it is known by another name.”

 “Rivendell,” Bilbo said.

 “It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

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Dain and Durin ( platonic of course ) part 1

Do you know this stress? That stress that eats away at your gut without you feeling it, that quiet stress that keeps you awake without you knowing why?

Well, that's it, that's the stress that Dain Ironfoot, Lord of the Iron Hills, son of Dwarf felt that day. Because a week before, Fili, the new king of Erebor, sent him a message by raven telling him that the Father of the Longbeards, Durin, their ancestor, had awakened. 

And that he was on his way to the Iron Hills.

And that frankly it was eating Dain of stress. Because, why? Couldn't he stay in Erebor a little longer, the ancestor ? Couldn't he stay and help little Fili put an entire Kingdom back on its feet ? Nooo he had to go to all the colonies of the Longbeards and of course he had to start with the Iron Hills !!!!

With a cry of frustration, Dain buried his head in his pillow, in the hope, also vain and desperate, to stop thinking about it. He had been trying to get to sleep for hours, but as the days went by he expected Durin to show up at any moment. Because yes, the awake dwarf was coming alone. He crossed mountains and valleys on foot or on the back of a boar, Dain didn't know how,  but he came ALONE.

And that too made Dain completely crazy. How was he supposed to greet him ? As he would welcome a King, an ambassador from another Dwarf Kingdom, with pomp and grandeur but would it be enough ? Didn't Durin expect something more...less...how should I say...better ? Different ? Was it necessary to organize something special? Or something more discreet? A banquet with all the nobles or a more private one with himself, his advisors, the immediate family and Durin ? Should it include gifts? But what can you give to a Father of Dwarfs? Who has lived for thousands of years? Who has seen cities disappear and be born? Who can create jewels more beautiful than stars with just the most banal of pebbles ?

What should he say to him, to welcome him into his colony ? Welcome him like a family member? Because well, technically, it's the great-great-great-great here forty times the word great-grandfather a little.

Dain shook his head, feeling stupid. Of course he could not welcome him, meet the First Son of Aulë, with such familiarity ! The red dwarf hit his head against the pillow one last time. Yes, he would do so, he would act with Durin as he would act with any other Dwarf Lord, thank you very much, damn in the end.

...........................................................................................

"Any news from Durin?" asked Dain.

The King of the Iron Hills was tired and anxious. He had not had enough sleep and the morning was going to be complicated, between the daily problems and the diplomatic meetings with the surrounding villages. Sitting on his throne, he had just asked one of his advisors.

“No, my Lord.”

Oh come on !!

Dain sighed. He was really trying not to look stressed. How had little Fili reacted to Durin's arrival ? He hadn't asked, too busy worrying about his own situation, but now he bitterly regretted it. He could have gleaned information such as: what did Durin look like? And what about his temper? Was he rather patient or quick to anger ? 

The Firebeard Dwarf imagined what his ancestor would look like :  He imagined Durin looking like an old Dwarf, with hair and beard as white as the snow on top of the mountains. With skin as wrinkled as parchment, dotted with multiple battle scars. Surely he had some on his face. And his eyes? Black. Black as the bottom of the caves. And his voice? Here Dain hesitated: he was betting between a voice as rumbling and dull as thunder and a voice where the r's clashed like the sound of gravel underfoot. Between an imposing and threatening voice or something softer, damaged by the years. For the clothes Dain was categorical: Durin would be dressed in gold and silver, even in mithril. A Dwarf with such a prestigious rank would never dress sloppily. Of course he would be adorned with the most precious jewels to show his return.

These thoughts calmed the son of Nain, convincing himself that he would recognize Durin at first sight, preparing himself mentally to see him arrive at the gates of his city and it is with a calmer mind (still stressed but nonetheless calmer) that he left to train for combat in the afternoon.

Usually Dain trains with friends or trains his family's children, but this time he preferred to be alone. On the walls of the room, weapons were hung. These ranged from standard axes to flails to spears of many sizes to swords. There was every weapon possible, an incredible choice. A Dwarf of the Royal Family had to know how to handle them all, without exception. With a deep breath to control his thoughts as well as his breathing, Dain opted for a sword, his least favorite weapon but a strategic choice. With a sword he would have to apply himself much more and his mind would be too busy to think about Durin. 

He took his time and after fifteen minutes of warming up he was in. He decided to do a Sword Dance. A dance for children, to teach them the basics of weapon handling. He would never do this in front of seasoned fighters, in front of his warriors, but here alone he allowed himself this lightness that he needed so much. It was like entering another world and with his eyes closed Dain was guided by the sliding sound of his sword in the air and the sound of his bare feet on the ground.

It was so soothing, it created a rhythm like a lullaby. A timid song but one that resonated between the empty walls of the room. The end of the dance came, Dain stayed a few seconds longer on the last pose, eager to listen as long as possible to the light sound of the sword's edge in the air before putting it back in its sheath. Listening to the last note of music until the end. The dance was short, it is made for children, but Dain had savored every second before opening his eyes. 

Never before had he screamed so loudly internaly as at that moment when his eyes met two brown eyes staring at him from across the room.

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[cassiabaggins]

Wedding

A/N: Part/day six! Thank you all so much for your support! Please leave a comment/reblog if you enjoy this!

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Warnings: mention of miscarriage

Summary: Kili and Tauriel are finally wed

Kili has been quiet all day. That's unusual. Tauriel carefully combs her fingers through his hair and rests her chin on his shoulder. He's staring into the fire. 

"You seem distressed," she says gently.

He grunts wordlessly, so she gives him a kiss on the cheek and strokes his hair. "Kili. Talk to me. What ails you?"

Kili is quiet for a little bit longer, putting his hand over hers, before letting out a long sigh. “They want me to get married,” He says.

“Who is ‘they’?” She asks gently. 

“The Council.”

“All of them?"

“No, not all of them, but those that do are quite loud.” He draws his knees up to his chest and rests his chin on them. “They want me to produce an heir.”

“What about your brother? He’s already married!”

“They think his child won’t be ‘pure’ enough.” He puts quotations with his fingers around the word ‘pure’. “First they tried to get him to annul his marriage, then they tried to get him to take a mistress, but he’d rather die than disrespect his wife like that, so they gave up and focused on me.” He clenches his fist. “It makes me so angry! Arranged marriages go against everything I’ve ever been taught about how dwarrow love. All of this does! It goes against our nature!”

Tauriel moves so she’s no longer sitting behind him, but beside him, taking his hand. 

“What do you mean by that, meleth nin?”

“I mean dwarrow don’t arrange marriages! We only love once, and only one person. Mahal, most of us don’t even experience sexual desires until we meet our One!”

“What if you don’t find the One? Or what if they don’t feel the same?”

“Then we don’t marry. We dedicate our lives to our crafts!”

“Is that what you would have done if I hadn’t come back?”

“Yes. Of course I would have.” He notices the sadness on her face and squeezes her hand. “Don’t look like that, amrâlimê, it’s not so bad. You don’t need love to be happy.”

She leans forward and kisses him. “There’s something awful romantic about that, loving only one person your entire life.”

“Aye, it is.” Kili frowns. “But now they want me to go against that and marry some lass from Rhun. She’s nice enough, I suppose, her name is Mhaite, but—”

“But you don’t love her.”

“But she’s not you.”

Tauriel smiles gently at him. 

“I don’t want to marry anyone but you,” Kili says, flopping down into her lap. She strokes her hand through his hair. 

“And I don’t want you to marry anybody but me.”

He sighs melancholically, taking her hand and kissing her wrist. She continues stroking his hair with her free hand when suddenly she is struck by an idea. 

“What if we eloped?”

Kili sits right up and stares at her. “What?”

“What if,” she repeats, “we eloped. If we got married, they couldn’t make you marry her, right?”

“They could try to get me to divorce you.”

“But you can refuse them, correct?”

“Well, yes. They cannot force an annulment if both parties refuse. Especially if Fili doesn’t approve, since only a king or queen can annul marriages.”

"So your brother is behind us, who else?"

"I'm sure I could get Dwalin to represent you," Kili says, excitement leaking into his voice and gestures, "he likes you, though he won't admit it. Ori can draft up marriage documents, Dori can make us wedding clothes, and Bombur and Cassia can cook and—"

She stops him with a finger over his lips, laughing softly. "This is becoming less of a secret elopement and more of a wedding the longer you talk," she teases. 

Kili shrugs and kisses her fingers. "I can't help that I want to get my friends involved."

"Too many people and the secret will leak," she cautions. "The Council will put a stop to it before it can even begin."

He sighs. "Yes, I suppose you're right."

.

In the end, they limit it to just Kili's family, Balin, and Dwalin. The sons of Fundin agree to represent Tauriel's family surprisingly easily, and Kili's mother and younger sister will represent him. Fili will officiate and his wife will be a witness. The wedding will take place in the council chamber of Erebor in two months time, long enough that the wedding beads can be made, but soon enough that the council members who are against the union do not have the time to put a stop to it. 

.

King Fili is looking over a trade agreement in King Bard’s office, the end of his quill in his mouth and his face all scrunched up with concentration in a way that makes him look unnervingly like his younger brother. Tauriel sidles up to him and taps him on the shoulder. She really shouldn't be distracting him, but she needs his advice. Fili scratches out some letters and looks up at her, dipping his quill back in ink. "Hullo, Tauriel," he says with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

"I need help," she declares and the smile vanishes for a worried frown. 

"Is something wrong?" 

"Not in the way you think," she says. Fili gives her a baffled look and Tauriel twiddles her thumbs awkwardly. "Dwalin mentioned I was meant to make beads for when I marry Kili," she explains, "only… I've not the slightest idea how!"

"Is that all?" Fili asks with relief.

"...Yes."

The king slides the paper he's been looking at out of his way. "Well, you came to the right dwarf. Do you have a material you're planning on using?" 

She shakes her head.

"Do you have a design?"

Another shake of the head. Fili sighs. "Oh dear."

"I don't even know where to begin! I've no idea how to craft jewelry!"

"Well, don't panic, there's no rule saying you have to make them. You just have to design them. It's common enough for a dwarf to commission a close friend to help create their wedding beads." 

Tauriel lets out a relieved sigh. "Oh, good." Then she frowns. “Kili will be making mine, though, won’t he?”

“Aye, most likely. His craft is jeweling after all.”

“Then I want to make his,” She declares.

“It won’t be easy,” Fili cautions.

“I don’t care. I want to try.”

"If you do, then far be it from me to try and stop you. Now, let's talk about materials. The most common are stone or metal, but wood or some sort of gemstone isn't unheard of. Any of those catch your attention?" 

Tauriel shakes her head. "I feel as if I need to hold the materials to see what I think."

Fili nods. "Next time I visit Dale, I'll bring you some examples."

She grins. "Oh, good! Oh, thank you!"

"Think nothing of it."

.

The next day, Fili arrives at her home as promised with the materials. He's brought some silver and gold and jewels, but what really catches Taurile’s eye is a beautiful piece of wood. She picks it up and turns it over in her hands. Fili sees her interest.

“That’s walnut wood,” he says. 

“It’s lovely.”

“Is that what you want to use?”

Tauriel turns the wood over in her hands. “Yes.”

“Good choice.”

“Only…” she frowns. “I can see why a material like metal or stone would be used, that can last for centuries, but wood? How do you keep the beads from wearing out?”

“We have charms for that,” Fili says, “to make them last. Don’t worry about that.”

“Oh, good.”

He begins to tie his hair back, pulling out tools from his bag, along with a sketchbook. “All right, let’s get to work.” He flips through his sketchbook to a fresh page and picks up a charcoal stick to draw with. ��Any design ideas?”

Tauriel frowns, tapping thoughtfully on the wood. “Well… no.”

“Well, what makes you think about him? When I was designing beads for my wife, I thought of all the things that made me think of her and used those for my design. So, what makes you think of Kili?”

Tauriel thinks. “Uh, stars, and the moon, and mountains, mostly.”

“That’s a good start!” Fili says, passing the sketchbook and drawing stick to Tauriel. “Just… start drawing.”

She frowns and takes them gingerly. “I’m not much of an artist.”

“We can clean up the sketch later, just put down some ideas,” he says reassuringly.

.

In the end, she decides on an image of the Mountain with the moon rising behind it and a star above the moon. It’s simple and pretty, and Fili gives his stamp of approval. Then, the carving lessons begin. Woodworking is not something Tauriel has ever done and it’s not Fili’s craft, but he's a patient teacher and she’s a quick learner. She doesn’t expect to become such close friends with her future brother in law, but she and Fili end up having much more in common than they initially think, including but not limited to their affections for knives and Kili.

It takes time, and lots of practice, but by the day of the wedding, the final beads are done. They’re wide and flat beads with the pattern she came up with carved on one side and their names on the other. 

“Just promise me something?” Fili asks as he looks over the beads one final time. 

“What is it?” She queries. He looks up at her. 

“Please don’t leave him again. I don’t think he could bear it.”

Tauriel wants to tell him she hasn’t the slightest intention of doing that, that she came back for Kili and only for Kili, that not even wild horses could keep her away from him… but she doesn’t. “I won’t. I promise.”

.

There’s no fancy decorations or clothes for the wedding, no festive lights or stars or firemoons, just the dim torches illuminating the council chamber, and Kili’s smile illuminating her heart as they walk to stand together before Fili to be wed.

Tauriel takes Kili’s hand and he smiles up at her. “You look like a dream, amrâlimê,” he murmurs. 

“A good dream?”

“Yes. A fantastic dream.” He turns her hand over and kisses the inside of her wrist. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Together, they turn towards Fili and the wedding begins.

Their vows are in Khuzdul, the traditional words, so no dwarf can say the wedding is invalid. The words are foreign on her tongue, but she knows them and their meaning even in her sleep. 

Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, we are two bodies but one soul and my heart is tied to yours. I vow to walk with you and treasure you like the finest of jewels, through this life and the next. 

With those words, they weave the braids and beads into each other’s hair, Tauriel bites her lip as she does so, worried her wooden beads look shabby and silly next to the fine diamond-flecked beads he’s made her. But then, he smiles up at her, and looks at the beads like they’re pure mithril, and she knows he thinks they’re beyond precious. Fili says a few more words in Khuzdul, declaring the marriage complete and valid and handing them each a quill to sign the marriage document. As soon as that is over, Kili swings Tauriel into his arms and kisses her like she's water in the desert and she kisses back just as passionately. She can hear the family, no, her family now, laughing around them. She cups his face in her hands and nuzzles her nose to his. “I love you,” she whispers. 

“I love you, too,” he responds, wrapping his arms around her waist. “My wife.”

“My hus—"

Before she can fully respond, the door to the council chamber slams open. Lord Khar is standing in the doorway. "What is the meaning of this?!" He shouts, "why is that elf in the mountain?!"

"This," Fili says, picking up his quill and signing the marriage document, sealing the wedding as complete, "is a wedding."

"A wedding?! What?! Between who?!"

"Between my brother, Prince Kili, and Captain Tauriel of Dale, formerly of Mirkwood."

"No! Never! I will not accept it!"

"You don't have to accept it, you simply have to be quiet," Fili says. "I wear the crown, not you. And I have signed this document and officiated this marriage. It is done."

Khar looks positively apoplectic, his face turning an impressive shade of red. Kili squeezes Tauriel's hand reassuringly and looks up at her. She knows he won't let anything tear them apart, and she feels the same, responding to his look with a soft smile. 

Lord Khar lets out a wordless, angry noise at the sight of their joined hands and storms toward them, arms outstretched as if he will try to force them apart with pure physical strength alone. Tauriel acts on instinct, swinging Kili behind her (as if a warrior prince of the Line of Durin would need protection) and halting Khar with a harsh blow to the shoulder. "Do not lay your hands on us," she spits. 

The dwarf lord goes purple, holding his shoulder. "You cannot—"

"I suggest you listen to her, Khar," Kili says smugly, "my wife is rather deadly when she is angry." He says the words ‘my wife’ with utter relish, rubbing it in the older dwarf’s face, who snarls angrily and steps away from the two of them. "My Lord King," he turns to Fili, attempting a different tactic, "surely you cannot condone this! This elf has bewitched you, can you not see it?"

"I have bewitched no one!" Tauriel cries indignantly. "I'm no wizard, I wouldn't even know where to begin!"

Cassia, peeking around Fili, lets out a little titter of laughter. Kili laughs as well, but the dwarf is well warned away from him. He turns his blazing eyes on the Hobbit Queen. "Don't think you are any better, halfling! You who would put weak, sickly halfbreeds on the Throne of Erebor, if you could only manage to carry one long enough for it to live."

The uproar is instantaneous. Cassia makes a soft, pained little whimper, placing her hand over her abdomen, Dwalin reaches for a weapon, Balin exclaims condemningly, Dis and the princess cry out in indignation, Kili and Tauriel both step forward, either to protect their friend or hurt the dwarf lord, they don't know. They don't make it far enough to find out. 

Fili punches Khar in the nose, knocking him to the ground. Khar howls with pain, holding his face.

"You've said enough," Fili spits, his eyes blazing with something feral and unhinged. It's an expression Tauriel has never seen on any face, especially not kind, gentle Fili. "Shut your mouth before I shut it permanently."

Cassia gently takes his arm and he takes a deep, steadying breath. “Khar, son of Zodar, as King of Erebor, I am relieving you of your position on the council of Erebor!"

"On what grounds?!"

"Disrespect of your queen, constant undermining of your king, and," Fili crouches down and reaches into the dwarf's pocket, pulling out a golden seal, "unlawful possession and use of the council seal." 

“You cannot just---!”

“I can, actually.” Fili turns to Kili, "I believe you two have a wedding night to get to. I can handle this here."

“Are you sure?” Kili asks. His brother nods. “All right.” He takes Tauriel’s hand and draws her toward the door. “Yasith, let’s go.”

She looks down at him. “Will they be---”

“Fili can handle it.”

They leave the mountain together, returning to Dale, to Tauriel’s home on the outskirts of the city. No one stops them in Erebor at Kili’s command, and no one stops them in Dale at hers. “I have something to show you,” she says, shutting the door behind them. Kili takes her waist and draws her near him. 

“Is it you?” he asks cheekily, standing up on his toes to kiss her. She kisses back, laughing a little. 

“No,” she says, and then hums, “well, yes, but not yet, just… come with me.” She gives him one last kiss and draws away, taking his hand. He weaves his fingers through hers and lets her lead him through the house to the very top floor, and from there, up another flight of stairs and through a door into the open air. 

“You lead me around all secretly to show me the roof?” Kili asks, “Amrâlimê, I’ve been here before.”

She laughs and pulls him forward. Set up in the center of the open space is a mattress and a huge pile of pillows and blankets, surrounded by many candles and lanterns (as yet unlit), a basket of food, and several bottles of wine. “It’s tradition for the marriage to be consummated under the stars,” she says softly, looking down at him. “We don’t have to, but---”

Kili swings her into his arms for a kiss. “This wedding has been all about my traditions,” he murmurs when they come up for air, “I would be honored to partake in some of yours.” And, hand in hand, he leads her toward the bed.

.

The next morning as Tauriel awakens to birdsong, wrapped in Kili’s arms beneath the open sky, she knows this is where she is supposed to be, and she will fight for it with everything she has.

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