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green-fifteen · 1 year

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Day 2: Soft

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Gen (background Bagginshield, Kili/Tauriel)

Word count: 2,059

written for: @fluffyfebruary

Bilbo and Kili stomped over the doorway into Bard's house and were greeted by Tilda's cries of delight. She was always happy to see Kili because he put her on his shoulders whenever she asked him to. By the time her father emerged from an inner room, she was already perched there and grinning.

"Bilbo," Bard greeted him warmly. "I see you've brought trouble."

He smiled. "His mother deserves a break."

"Hey!" Kili said, and bounced a little to hear Tilda laugh.

They made tea and sat around the table in the parlor. Tilda ran off to play with her siblings.

"The wind is good for practice, today," Bard said to Kili mildly. "If you can wait until midday. I've a counselor coming shortly."

The Prince beamed at him and launched into talk about his latest archery innovation. Bilbo made impressed noises at what he thought were the correct moments while Bard threw him amused looks.

They would stay two nights in Dale, in an unofficial capacity. Bilbo had been aching to get out walking and wanted badly to see his friend. The King Under the Mountain, busy with plans for Durin's Day, had told his husband not to go alone. He'd proposed Dwalin escort him, but Fili had seemed restless for weeks since Tauriel had gone to visit the Greenwood, and asked to go instead. He always enjoyed visiting Bard's family. Bilbo suspected he just liked being around other young people who weren't Gimli.

After tea, Bilbo settled his things in his usual room and made his way out into Dale. It was still developing, barely two years since the dragon brought his devastation. It was doing well, however, and Bilbo could see the young metropolis it would turn out to be. Already traders from the other kingdoms of Men had set up in the markets and the ports of the Long Lake. There was much to see and even more to buy. He caught a good smell on a crisp breeze and let it draw him further from Bard's home, deep into the heart of Dale.

At midday, Bard and Kili took a pile of bows to the practice yard behind the house. Bard's children wandered out to watch them from under the eaves, wrapped haphazardly against the cold in socks and blankets. The young Dwarf showed off eagerly to entertain them. Bard only rolled his eyes and issued a new challenge.

The children went inside when the air turned colder. As the sun began to set, Kili and Bard followed them. They were not surprised to find Bilbo still gone, for he was always chasing down some fancy tasteful trinket or jammy tart.

When Bard's head of house called for supper and Bilbo still had not returned, they began to shoot each other worried looks. When Sigrid asked, "Didn't Bilbo come with you from the Mountain, Kili?" he assured her the Hobbit was probably out taking supper with a boat of bass fishermen or some baker's family. He had done similar things before, he said. But never without sending a note, he didn't say.

Finally, after the children went to bed, Bard informed his staff to keep a tight eye on the house and sallied forth with Kili to find the Prince Consort. He did not know which idea terrified him more: his friend being in trouble somehow, or telling the King he'd let his husband out of his sight long enough to get into trouble in the first place.

They were still out searching when Bilbo reappeared on the front steps of the house, dragging a pair of men in a cart behind him and wearing clothes that were noticeably grimier than they had been when he left. He pulled one Man and then the other from the wooden cart, heaving and panting and sweating. He cursed them irritably as they dropped to the ground. He left their weapons in the bottom of the cart, carefully covered them with his own overcoat, and moved the cart just out of view.

He glanced at the two Men lying at his feet on the ground. Soft-hearted old fool he thought, and then the door opened.

Bard's head of house, a man called Jorn, directed bowls of warm water to be brought to the sitting room and helped Bilbo carry the Men through the house to sit near the fireplace.

"I found these two near the Lake," he told Jorn, lying masterfully. "I was sure they'd had too much to drink, but then I noticed the lumps on their heads. Poor dears."

They patted the wounds on their heads with damp cloths and arranged them on pallets near each other. Bilbo dismissed Jorn with his sincere thanks and then settled in to wait.

It didn't take long for the young Men to wake. The first woke with a start and a cry, making Bilbo jump and spill half his tea in his lap.

"I say!" he demanded in a hushed voice, knowing the children had to be asleep upstairs. "Quiet, if you please!"

The Man looked around him, seeming confused and more than a little panicked. He saw the other man lying at his side and grew frantic, trying to wake him.

Bilbo stood from his chair to do his best version of looming. It wasn't normally that impressive, but this Man had already been on the wrong end of an angry Hobbit once tonight.

"I said be quiet," Bilbo intoned gravely. He tried to borrow the voice Thorin used whenever a ruckus erupted during council meetings.

It seemed to work and the Man went silent, looking at him fearfully.

The other Man suddenly woke up groaning and clutched his head.

Several minutes and a bit more delicate intimidation later, both Men were sitting in armchairs across from Bilbo, who had refilled his teacup.

"If you wouldn't mind telling me," Bilbo started, politely, "What were the pair of you thinking, attacking a gentlehobbit on the road at night?"

As Bilbo watched them, noting the nervous way they seemed to communicate with their eyes and the concave shells of their cheeks, he realized for the first time how young they were. He was never very good at knowing the ages of Men once they grew past his own height.

"We're sorry, Mister Hobbit," said the first boy, a blonde wisp of a Man. To Bilbo's satisfaction, tears gathered in his eyes. He did like being right about this sort of thing.

"I figured as much," he drawled, placing his cup on the saucer with a clink of china.

"We've never hurt anybody before," the blonde boy said again, his breath hitching. Bilbo thought he might be the older of the two. He hummed at him to go on and the boy took a few deep breaths, scratching at the arm of his chair.

"I'm Pater," he said eventually. "And that's my brother Liom. We saw you and well." He stopped, looking miserable.

"You don't know how to use that axe out there, do you, my boy?" Bilbo guessed.

He shook his head and the tears in his eyes slid down his face.

Bilbo looked at Liom, who was gazing at the coals in the fireplace with no expression. The Hobbit sighed.

"I'm sorry I knocked you boys about as I did. Only, you gave me quite a fright, you know."

Pater looked down. "I know."

And, because he was very hungry and his young ruffians looked half-starved, he bade them follow him to the hall where Jorn had set out Bilbo's supper. The Man was familiar with the Hobbit and his appetite, so the food he'd left him was more than enough to feed two scrawny boys. Their eyes went wide as they took in the table.

"Now," said Bilbo. "I'm willing to forget the circumstance of our meeting, so long as the both of you will do me a few small favors."

Liom looked very skeptical, but Pater nodded immediately.

"Of course, Mister Hobbit."

Bilbo counted off on his fingers. "First, I'd like you not to mention my roughness with you to anyone. It's a terrible thing to do, you know. Bashing people. Second, you'll need to help me with this supper here. I'm far too small a fellow to finish this off myself." He heard Jorn's affronted sniff from around the corner and supressed a smile. "Third, call me Bilbo."

They gaped at him, then fell on the food with ravenous hands. He watched them ignore the forks on the table, appalled. The Hobbit batted them about the shoulders and made them sit down and use the cutlery.

When Bard and Kili arrived, they were glum and exhausted. They were sure Bilbo was dead and dropped in the Lake or someplace. Bard was mentally drafting a letter in his head that conveyed both Your consort is missing and Please don't start a war. Kili was crying.

They heard voices in the hall and followed them to hear Bilbo saying, "Now, now! I won't have that fine flaky pastry treated like a mop, you villain!"

The two of them rushed in and saw the Hobbit seated across from a pair of adolescent Men, barely out of childhood. One was blonde and clearly terrified to see them. The dark-haired one looked over at them with a hard expression. Their faces were stuffed with Bilbo's supper.

Kili lifted Bilbo out of his chair and into the air with a shout that had Bilbo smacking at his head to be quiet. Bard watched the boys at his table carefully, but smiled with real joy and relief to see Bilbo safe in his home.

Pater and Liom were introduced to the King of Dale, who grasped their shaking hands and said he was glad to know them. They also came to know Kili, a Prince of Erebor. He grinned toothily at them and demanded to know how they came to meet Bilbo.

"Did our Burglar decide to kidnap you, then?" he said, guffawing with his arm around the Hobbit's shoulder.

Bilbo told them his story about finding the boys unconscious at the shore of the Long Lake and dragging them back to the house. Kili didn't hesitate to believe him, but amusement gradually entered the slant of Bard's eyebrows as he listened to Bilbo speak.

Eventually, he leveled the pair with a steady look.

"Is there someone in town waiting up for you tonight?"

They spoke to each other in furtive looks, as they had in the sitting room.

"No, Your Majesty," said Pater, lowly, eyes on his empty plate.

Bard slapped the table lightly. "You shall sleep here. See that you do not bother my children as you climb the stairs. Jorn will show you the room."

His tone was final and they did not argue with him, thought Pater's wide eyes found Bilbo's face. He lifted his eyesbrows at him and inclined his head toward the stairs. They went up to bed.

When they were gone, Bard watched his friend fidget with his napkin and waited for him to speak. Kili was finishing Bilbo's apple cake.

"I could not leave them lie there, Bard," the Hobbit finally said. "It is very good of you to let them sleep here. Thank you."

Bard snorted. "Oh yes, I let them. As thought you would not have snuck them in, regardless. I do know you, my friend."

Bilbo scowled at him, but did not argue. Kili still was not paying attention, so he said, "I'm afraid I may have been a little hard on them, at first."

"Knocked unconscious, you said?"

"Yes. Well. They were only trying to frighten me, but I didn't know that."

Bard slapped him on the back and laughed. Kili reached for a rasher of bacon.

"I can only imagine they thought you a soft target. I am sure they know their error, now." His voice was warm with fondness for his little friend.

Bilbo shrugged off his hand and flicked Kili's fingers from his pan-fried potatoes.

When they went to bed, Jorn and a kitchen maid cleaned the table, conversing a little about the events of the evening. When that was done, they doused the lights. The house was silent, but for the quiet sound of five children, two Princes, and the King of Dale resting peacefully.

FIN

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plussizefantasia · 6 months

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Fluttering Heart

Fluffober Day 13: Soulmates

Kili Durin x f!human!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: OMG! This has definitely been my favorite to write so far. I love Kili with my whole heart and that for sure came out while I was writing. I really want to see about making this a longer series once October ends, if anyone wants to see that leave a comment and let me know.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

The culture of the dwarves is much like their treasure, kept under lock and key. Histories, customs, and traditions all are played very close to the chest of the stubborn race. The only beings who are let in on the secret are those lucky enough to be a fated match.

There are different names for these matches in every culture, Soulmates, true loves, twin flames. The dwarves called them Ones. To find your One was said to be the best day of your life. At least that is what Kili thought, he wouldn’t know though. He hadn’t met his yet.

His uncle’s one had been the Hobbit, Bilibo took longer to fall than Thorin but fell just as hard if not harder than the dwarf. The two were very much in love, it was sickening. His mother’s One had been his father, and he doesn’t remember much about their time together. Fee’s One was a lovely lass that had come from the Blue Mountains to try and establish herself as a seamstress under the mountain.

All of them had told him how wonderful finding their Ones was, even Thorin whose One was not of the race of Dwarf and thusly did not feel the same pull that he had. Thorin had to actually make Bilbo fall in love with him, which amused Kili to no end because of how much their two personalities seemed to clash.

Kili hates spending time under the mountain now, he loves Erebor and takes pride in the fact that he was one of the brave few who had reconquered it, but everywhere he looked he saw people being happy with something he did not have.

The feeling went much deeper than those childhood squabbles he had had with Fili when the two pebbles would play together. Jealousy over toys was easily remedied, the ache that had recently taken up residence in Kili’s heart was much more difficult to push aside or fix.

So he had taken to going for walks. He had volunteered himself too many times to be the point of contact for the King of Dale. He had told Thorin it was because he wanted to prove that he could be trusted with matters of diplomacy. He might not be next in line, but he was still a prince and could take care of these things. It was on one of these trips to Dale that Kili met the very person who would change his life.

She was of the race of men and seemed to work in one of the few taverns that housed the nightlife of the town. Kili was in a sort of informal meeting with Bard, his son Bain, and the Captain of the Guard. They were discussing a deal between the two kingdoms where Erebor would provide the army of Dale with iron-forged armor and weapons and in turn, Dale would pledge their allegiance to the kingdom under the mountain in any future battle. Kili couldn’t help but find the humor in the reversal of roles as if the company had not asked and pledged the same things five years ago. This clause was only one of the facets that made up the current peace treaty in the works. It was Kili’s idea to have the meeting in a less tense and stuffy room than they were previously held in.

“Everybody has to eat Bard, why don’t we eat and talk at the same time? I’m sure we’d all be much more comfortable.” Bard had agreed at the behest of Bain who had laughed and reminded his father of the last time he had had a proper meal. After that, the men had embarked towards Bard’s favorite tavern. And judging by the way he had jovially called out to the man behind the bar, he was at least acquainted with the people who worked there.

Their waitress was a beautiful woman, who had skills like Kili had never seen, and he had been in a lot of taverns. She was able to carry three trays of piping hot food at the same time and at one point he had even seen her stack and move at least twelve pint glasses to a rowdier table towards the back of the establishment. And she did all this with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

If only he would actually get to talk to her. The tavern was busy and she seemed to be one of the only other people working besides the man behind the bar and whoever was preparing the food to be served. She was never in the same place for a very long time. After she had gotten their initial order she had placed their pints down and immediately zipped off to fulfill the next request.

Without the ability to actually talk to her, Kili had to settle for second-hand knowledge. “So what can you tell me about the woman who served us?” Kili asked nobody in particular.

“Why, do you fancy her?” Came Bain’s reply.

“No, but any woman that can carry that much and move that fast without wasting a drop is certainly one I want to get to know.”

“Her name is y/n, She’s apprenticed to Brant, the man who owns this tavern. She arrived in Dale a year or two ago. I think she's from Bree but she's settled here. I think she has an arrangement with him, when he finally retires the place will be hers.” Bard had explained, throwing a somewhat scolding glance at his son. Kili might be young and more carefree than his uncle but he is still a prince and Bard did not wish to offend him.

“Interesting, any idea why she left Bree? It’s quite a long journey to take on your own.” Kili asked.

“Why don’t you ask her?” A third, much more feminine voice replied. Kili who had not seen her make her way over to their table, had nearly jumped out of his skin. The other men tried and failed to hide their amusement at his predicament. “After all, I’m sure she’d be willing to tell you as long as she didn’t catch you talking about her when she wasn’t around.” She had said all of this with a smile spread across her face and delight in her voice. Kili wasn’t really sure how she felt about his impolite inquiries, but she hadn't chased him out of the establishment with a broom yet, so he thought he was okay.

“I’ve gotten everyone else settled and thought I’d come visit the King, how are you this evening King Bard?” her attention was firmly placed on the King of Dale now, and Kili longed for her piercing gaze to once again land on him.

“I’ve told you, it’s just Bard, all of this King nonsense will just go to my head,”

“Of course King Bard.” She smirked and turned towards the rest of the men. “Anything else I can get you, gentlemen?” With a firm nod at their newest order, she spun and headed back towards the bar.

“I think I’m in love.” Kili had said under his breath.

“I think it’ll take you much more than that to win her over.” Bain had replied, hearing Kili’s self-confession. “Every time we’re in here I see her turn down men. Granted, most of them are usually drunkards but the principle is all the same.”

Kili was certain that the fluttering in his chest and the feeling of light-headedness had to mean something. And given that both the feelings had started right after she had spoken to him, he was pretty sure he knew what it was.

“Here you are boys, four more pints and a basket of bread, on the house.” She had placed the basket of bread and little bowls of butter and honey on the table. When she pulled her hand away it bumped into Kili and sent a wave of shocks all the way up his arm.

#plus size reader #plus size!reader #fanfic #fluff #x reader #flufftober #kili durin #kili #thorin #bagginshield #just a little bit #kili x reader #kili the dwarf #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit #kili x you #kili x plus size reader #kili durin x reader #hobbit fic

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anneangel · 2 months

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Tolkien said that one of the things he didn't like about LotR was that the book was too short.

In a way I agree with him, because I found the ending so rushed [others always say "that evil" is destroyed in the middle of the book and everything after is just an long epilogue] and yet I found it rushed. And I wanted a lot of the appendices to be narrated chapters, it was interesting to see what the lives of each member of the Fellowship were like in the appendices, but I wanted chapters about.

And I would also like to have seen, narrated chapters, of the Battle of Dale, with Brand (Son of Bain, son of Bard) and Dáin fighting three days against enemy armies and dying. I wish had read a narrative of Thranduill and Celeborn uniting in Mirkwood and destroying Dul Guldur once and for all, and then dividing the region between them. When LotR informs that the others would not come to battle because they already had war at their gates, I wanted the plot to split to show this in other parts.

A better development of the romance between some characters would also be interesting, the Tale of Aragorn and Arwen already makes me cry every time I read it, but I feel like it would be more interesting as a narrative than an appendix. If their marriage went on for another 100 pages I wouldn't mind. And I would like Arwen and Elrond's conversations not to be just subtext.

Faramir and Éowyn, I really love them as a couple, but I think more pages dedicated to their romance would also be interesting. Sam and Rose? I would have liked it more if we had more mentions of the girl throughout the journey, if Sam mentioned her more often throughout the plot, so maybe the end wouldn't seem so sudden. When I say that don't like the development of the "love pairings" in LotR, it's not that I don't like the characters or the ships, but that the narrative wasn't enough for me. Don't get me wrong, I love LotR. But I wanted there to be more to be "narrated" than "told" or "implied" or "pointed out in the appendices."

Yes, I also thought the book was too short. There is a lot between the lines that could come to light more. It could have been another thousand pages. And perhaps it still wasn't enough. How could anyone think that LotR is a very long book?

Maybe that's the problem with Tolkien creating such a complex Universe with such interesting characters: no matter how long the book was, it would never be enough. Because as a fan, I would always want more and more of it. More immersion at all points. Is it always like this with authors who create universes that seem so incredible to read? And when it's gone, it's not enough to fill the void.

And all the posthumous books, like The Silmarillion, or Unfinished Tales (and others), with the tone of "organized drafts" and "told" instead of narrated most of the time, weren't enough for me. I still wanted so much more. And I never will have it. Don't get me wrong, I liked the posthumous books, I think Christopher Tolkien did a good work. But still, when reading, I always asked myself "if this had been published by Tolkien during his lifetime, would it have been like this? What would he have changed yet? What would he have more refined?".

Because, as much as other fans like to see posthumous books as a "canonical" part of the work, like complements. I can only see as unfinished drafts, which it truly are. No matter how well organized are, even The Silmarillion is just a draft organized in the best way, Christopher T says this.

The letters don't count for me either, because Tolkien changed his mind about several things, just like in the drafts.

So I feel that, although the Tolkien Universe is vast, there are a lot of drafts and letters, and little work is actually completed. I liked the posthumous books and the fact that they expanded the universe even further and provided more information. But it becomes a “vicious cycle”, as the information contained there also brings more desire for it be narrated by Tolkien himself in an book he finished (but will never be! Unfortunately).

And that saddens me. Because I wanted so much more. And Tolkien didn't live long enough to give it. In the end, it's a mix of happiness for what Tolkien gave, and sadness for what he still could have given.

#lord of the rings #lotr #the fellowship of the ring #the return of the king #tolkien books #eowyn #faramir #aragorn #arwen #elrond #thranduil #celeborn #the silmarillion #unfinished tales #the hobbit

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nocompromise-noregrets · 2 months

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Empty Vessel-'verse headcanons: Tilda

Thank you to @tildabardsdotter11 for asking me to do headcanons for Tilda in My Heart is an Empty Vessel-'verse! Here are the ones I can think of, and I'll reblog with more if I think of them!

She is endlessly curious, and not at all afraid to ask awkward questions; she is very direct, which can sometimes come across as tactlessness.

Her weapons-grade cuteness (as a child) develops into a disarming charm and openness that means she has most people she meets wrapped firmly around her little finger in five minutes flat.

She becomes a keen gardener in Dale, restoring its gardens and orchards and seeking advice, tips and plants from every ambassador who visits; her hothouses, in later years, are the envy of half of Middle-Earth.

She also becomes a healer, learning how to use the herbs and medicinal plants she grows; she is particularly skilled in midwifery. Her mother died giving birth to her and Tilda is named for her - her mother was Maud, known as Maudie, and Matilda is another form of Maud (in our world, Matilda is the Latin and Maud the Old English form of the name) - and Tilda decides early on in Dale that she wants to learn to help women in childbirth in her mother’s honour, so that as few women as possible suffer the fate her mother did.

In adulthood she is very enthusiastically pansexual, and is forever getting into one sort of mischief or another.

This fact notwithstanding, she is an accomplished diplomat and is very good at dealing with foreign ambassadors, most of whom want to arrange a marriage between Sigrid (who is Queen in this ‘verse, Bard having abdicated to retire to the Woodland Realm with Thranduil as soon as Sigrid was old enough to take over from him, and who is very very aroace) and their own ruler; Sigrid calmly ignores the marriage proposals, and Tilda tends to deal with the ambassador in her own way.

Tilda is the one who breaks the ice with Thranduil, initially, and although he does not have favourites among his stepchildren, if he did his favourite would probably be Tilda. They absolutely adore each other, and Tilda is the one who can disarm him and persuade him into doing things that will be good for him.

She is an inveterate matchmaker, and if she sees people being daft about each other and not doing anything about it, she will absolutely be the one who says something about it; she is almost entirely singlehandedly responsible for Bain and his childhood friend Lotta sorting themselves out and getting married, for starters.

She never marries (she is far too busy and also she doesn’t want to limit herself) but she has her family around her and she is probably the happiest of all of them to the end of her days.

If you’re in Dale and you have a problem, Tilda is the one you go to. She will know what to do, whether it’s referring you to Sigrid (and probably putting a word in on your behalf), brewing you a tincture, taking you for a walk in the gardens and a good long talk, whatever you need.

#lotr #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #tilda #my heart is an empty vessel #empty vessel-'verse headcanons #my writing

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scary-grace · 1 year

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Barduil Month Day 1: First Meetings

It's day 1 of Barduil month over at @bi-widower-dads, and I'm so excited to finally post my collaboration with the insanely talented @corndog-patrol!

Take My Heart And Please Don't Stake It (4134 words) by corndog_patrol, BiSquared Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bard the Bowman/Thranduil Characters: Bard the Bowman, Thranduil (Tolkien), Legolas Greenleaf, Bain of Dale, Sigrid (Hobbit Movies), Tilda (Hobbit Movies) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Vampires, Vampire!Thranduil, Vampire Hunter!Bard, POV Bard the Bowman, POV Thranduil, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst and Humor, Eventual Fluff, Good Parent Thranduil, Good Parent Bard the Bowman, Legolas and the Bardlets, Vampire Hunters, they both take the wrong things too seriously Summary: When newly minted vampire hunter Bard Bowman moved to San Francisco, he was braced for trouble and danger. But the first trouble he finds is a different kind of dangerous -- a vampire named Thranduil who wants him in every way but the one he's supposed to.

#barduilmonth2023 #thranduil #bard the bowman #barduil #vampire AU

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thelordofgifs · 11 months

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Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 1

Belladonna Took vs Bain

Belladonna Took:

Bilbo Baggins’s mother.

She’s Bilbo’s mom. She’s named after a poisonous plant. She most likely went on adventures before she was married.

Bain:

The second King of Dale, son of Bard the Bowman.

He's such a cute lil boy ok

Round 1 masterpost

#obscure tolkien blorbo #queue #belladonna took #bain

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meteors-lotr · 9 months

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Bain: So what did you all do on your recent dates? Tauriel: Sigrid and I hiked a mountain to watch the sunset from the top Legolas: Aragorn and I went to a Renaissance fair Arwen: Wyn took me for a picnic in the woods Tilda: Tilda: I made Boromir come grave robbing with me

#They're all besties #incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect the hobbit quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #tilda dragondaughter #tilda of dale #legolas greenleaf #bain dragonson #bain of dale #tauriel #arwen evenstar #sigriel #aralas #éowynstar #éowyn x arwen #tildamir

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nelyoslegalteam · 6 months

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Trick or treat, tell me exactly how badly murdoc is gonna go off if something happens to ríros next game >:3

OOOOHHHHHBOY LISTEN. LISTEN. murdoc ALREADY wants so, so badly to kill girion and possibly also orlmond too. there really isn't anything stopping him exactly except for the current lack of opportunity and MAYBE because he doesn't actually want to cause a political nightmare for dale. not causing a political nightmare for dale is only a priority as far as the party is capable of getting both ríros AND bain out safely. if anything happens to either of them it's going to be a bloodbath but like. listen.

there is a Very Particular Way in which murdoc is protective of ríros. there's just such an element of ríros being vulnerable in ways that murdoc not only isn't, but can protect him about that just. isn't quite the case to the same degree, with anyone else in his life. ríros being in danger is pressing on a VERY specific and raw pressure point for murdoc, and he is GOING to snap. anyhow there's like a 50-50 chance this whole adventure ends with girion dead and that shoots up to coming down to opportunity and mechanics being in my favor Only the second ríros is genuinely harmed.

#i have the shadow points available to murder two people at least i think <3 #mirkwood campaign #nelyo askbox #friends!! <3

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kingofvipers · 6 months

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The Hobbit Incorrect Quotes #2

Bain: Okay, I’ve got a leg, three breasts, and a wing.

M/n: How do you find clothes that fit?

#funny #incorrect quotes #x male y/n #the hobbit #Bain of dale #the hobbit x male y/n #Bain x male reader

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shy-blue-blossom · 9 months

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The Unseen Princess

Chapter Three: Secrets come to Light

Chapter 2

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As Laketown was getting burnt down to the ground Tauriel was getting the girls out of Laketown while Kili and the others were making their way to the mountain. As they were trying to get out of Laketown and Bain remembered that his father had hidden the black arrow in a boot next to a statute, but they didn't know where y/n had gone. Bard and Bain had finally taken the dragon Smaug down. When everyone was on the shores the girls were looking for them. As they were looking for them, Alfred was making trouble with one of the ladies.

"Alfred I wouldn't do that if I was you." Bard's voice told him as he grabbed his arm that was about to strike the lady.

Tilda and Sigrid couldn't wait to go to him and give him a hug. The Laketown people then began to argue, what they didn't see was the elf that was upon a gorgeous, pure white horse.

"What going on here?" Her question made everyone stop what they were doing to see her now standing next to her horse.

"Y/N!!!" Tilda shouted as she ran to her and hugged her.

Y/n hugged her back as she looked up to see Sigrid smiling at her, and she got a smile in return.

"Bard you might want to get everyone to shelter before dark." She told him and that's what he did, he took them all to Dale.

When they got to Dale they all found places to sleep while Alfred took night watch. When Bard asked if anything happen, he said nothing could get past me, yet an army of elves did. They had brought supplies for the. Bard had talked to the Mirkwood king, Thranduil. Bard had tried talking to Thorin, but he did not listen. So Thranduil thinks it's wise to attack during the day, first thing. While they were talking they didn't notice y/n was standing there watching them. As she was about to say something a man with a pointy hat and a stick was standing by the entrance of the tent.

"What is going on here?" The old man asked them.

"GANDALF!!" Y/n happily called out his name as she ran up to him and hugged him and while doing so her hood to the cloak she was wearing fell off her head, Thranduil couldn't believe his eyes.

"You can't be from them." Thranduil let out a whisper not believing his eyes.

Y/n froze along with Gandalf but she soon let go of Gandalf and turned to look at Thranduil. When he saw her crown his eyes widened in surprise. Before he could say anything a hobbit appeared by the tents entrance.

"Bilbo you're alright," Y/n said with a sigh of relief as she ran up to him and bent down to his height.

He looked at her strangely not knowing who it was but he soon realised. He then gave the Arkenstone to Thranduil and Bard who knew what to do with it and hopefully not go to war, but they didn't know what the orcs were up to. As they were talking they didn't notice y/n disappear from the tent. Soon the night was over and they were going to confront Thrion again to see if he is willing to trade or will they go to war. Thrion chose war with the help of his cousin Daín.

The time came when they talked to Thrion but he would not listen and soon his cousin Dain of the Iron Hills came to help fight in the war, but as they were about to fight, Orcs began to come and attacked. As everyone was fighting no one noticed the extra elves that were there helping to keep Dale safe. As Thrion, his nephews and Dwalin were on top of Ravenhill fighting Azog and Bolg, but they didn't realise that y/n was helping them as the war ended they still didn't notice her.

When the war was over Myriil came and got her and took her back home. When they got there she was taken to the healers to get a checkup since she had fainted in his arms. While the healers were looking after the unconscious Princess Myriil went to tell the king and prince that she has returned. Once they knew she was home they raced to the healers to see her sleeping on the bed. They sat by her bed waiting for her to wake up and when the healers talked to the king, they told him she fainted from using too many spells and energy. They didn't leave her bedside unless it was for food or an emergency to do with the realm. There was a knock at the door when they were talking about the realm.

"Come in." The king Acluce called out as he stood up with Eltaor next to him.

In came Myrill with another elf that had brown shoulder length hair, and with him was another elf with blonde hair.

"How can I help you?" Acluce asked them.

"We were wondering if you know an elf with middle thigh length h/c hair and e/c because we would like to thank her." The blonde hair elf asked him.

"And what do you want to thank my daughter for?" He asked them again.

Before anyone could answer the was a moan of pain from behind Acluce and Eltaor. They turned around to see y/n up but holding her head as she was in pain. Both Acluce and Eltaor went up to her and asked what hurts and all she could do was hold her head as she wined. The brown-haired elf moved to her and healed her and she fell forward into her hanar arms with an exhausted sigh as she looked at the elf that helped her.

"Thank you...for helping me." She tanked him slightly exhausted before sitting up straight with help from her hanar.

"It is my honour to have helped you, princess. I am Elrond, Lord of Rivendell." He introduced himself as he bowed to her. "And this is Thranduil king of the woodland realm." He introduced him to them as he bowed his head to her as well.

They then left the room with her father to talk. Her hanar stayed and helped her to stand back on her feet to get the strength back into her legs. It's been a while since then and y/n has been visiting Bilbo and his nephew Frodo and it was soon to be Bilbo's 111th birthday which she can't go to since her home has been found by the Orcs again. She has sent a letter to Bilbo explaining her reasons for not being there. There is also the reason with the dark is getting closer to her home and that is not good.

When she heard the flute she gave Gandalf be played she began to make her way to Rivendell and while she was making her way, Frodo had been stabbed by a morgue blade and was being healed by Lord Elrond. As Boromir was talking about the ring and was about to grab it and before Gandalf could say anything another voice spoke and was speaking a forbidden spell from her people.

"Do not touch something you don't know the power of." The person said as she walked in and looked like she was about to fall over, but before she could Elrond and Aragorn were next to her and holding her up.

"You made her utter forbidden words, do you know how that will make her feel," Gandalf spoke as he stood looking at Boromir.

"I'm sorry but I do not know who she is," Boromir said as he pointed to y/n who is now sitting down in the seat Aragorn was sitting in.

"This is y/n Cormyth, princess of the Ornarta Casmasto realm, the realm of the sun and moonlight elves." Elrond introduced her to everyone and she had finally pulled her clock off revealing her crown.

Once everyone saw her crown it went dead silent. Soon everyone was throwing questions around but not about the ring but about her.

"If you want to know why I am here then you need to find out what you are going to do about that ring if not there will no more be a realm of the sun and moonlight elves. I would like it if we could talk about what all the races are going to do about the ring. Isn't that right Frodo?" She asked and explained as she smiled at them, then to Frodo.

They then talked about the ring as if they completely forgot about it for a while. As the others were arguing with each other, y/n was watching Frodo to see what he was going to do. He soon did volatile to be the ring bearer and Gandalf was to be his guild since he did not know the way. Aragorn gave him his sword to help, Legolas came forward and gave him his bow, Gimli with his axe and Boromir also gave him his help.

"I see you are almost complete." Y/n spoke up.

But before anyone could say anything three little hobbits stood next to Frodo. Elrond looked at her and she stood up and stood in front of Frodo, then kneed to his height with a smile on her face.

"Just like your Uncle Bilbo who helped to reclaim the lonely mountain and I stayed by his side, you have my people's trust, but most of all you have my power as the sun and moonlight elves princess," Y/n said as she never took the smile off her face.

Frodo couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face and he jumped into her arms. He kept whispering thank you's into her ear as she hugged him back. Y/n pulled back and kissed his forehead before starting to her full height and turning to Elrond.

"Now the fellowship of the ring is complete," Elrond told them. "Now get ready for your journey ahead because it's going to be long and hard with your new friends." He finished as he looked at all of them, as y/n had stood next to Aragorn and Gandalf.

Chapter 4.

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The Unseen Princess

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