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ironmandeficiency · 8 months

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the hobbit + hozier songs

characters included: kíli, bilbo, dwalin, thorin, nori, bofur, ori, fíli, dori, tauriel

word count: 1166

a/n: the amazing and precious @wordbunch inspired me to write these bc of her lotr/th characters as taylor swift songs posts & i couldn't be more excited to finally post this labor of love!! thank you bestie for listening to me scream abt this for nearly two months lol

kíli: foreigner’s god

he loves outside of his race and this fact causes undue scorn to be thrown at his feet. it’s unheard of for almost any dwarf, let alone one from the line of durin, to do such a thing. this does not deter him - it empowers him; if his heart could go against the traditions forged into his bones, molten in his hot blood, how could it not be true? the strength of his love is what helps him ignore the doubts shouted by the prejudice plaguing those who know nothing of his heart. that, and the sound of your laughter at his antics, the soft smiles only given to him when he’s being a little too charming… he could go on.

bilbo: like real people do

as much flack as bilbo gets from the company for not being conventionally tough, he’s not weak by any means. he’s familiar with the pain of loss, and how the ways one tries to rise above the grief that follows aren’t always savory. he knows there’s a respect to be found in the absence of prying questions, choosing simply to coexist in the feelings and allow answers to come in their own sweet time. he’ll put some tea on to cook and scrounge up some leftovers from the previous meal, sitting beside you and letting the comfort flow naturally, his soft lips soothing the most tender aches.

dwalin: work song

just looking at him, you wouldn’t think dwalin a sap. but with his insanely strong sense of loyalty and stalwart dedication, he can’t be anything but. he’s faced down innumerable evils in his time, braved the fiercest of storms that many of his comrades didn’t; none of them even come close to keeping him from you. your arms welcome him home without question after each fight he braves, and your letters tucked into secret compartments in his armor keep him warm between embraces. he’ll read them by the fire every night when he’s away, every gentle word carrying his mind away from thoughts of the day’s turmoil.

thorin: sedated

this sweet, sad man doesn’t think he deserves good things in life. this, unfortunately, includes having someone love him despite his flaws and past mistakes. he couldn’t resist admitting his feelings for you and was ridiculously shocked that you reciprocated & allowed him to love you. on nights when he feels his failures deeper, he’ll try to convince you that he doesn’t deserve you. vitriol will escape from worried lips and terrified heart, piercing you in the way only a lover knows how. a soft kiss, gentle words, and a few strokes through his hair will soothe these wounds from him for a time and allow him some of the peace he’s fought to find, but doesn’t always believe is earned.

nori: it will come back

it was decades since the last time nori thought of love, even longer since he believed himself worthy of it. meeting you only solidified his disbelief; how could someone look at him and see someone that deserved such a pure thing, after everything he’s done in his life? he’s stolen, lied, cheated, and killed to survive (and sometimes not for mere survival). his attempts to spurn you away from him only increased your determination to break through the fortress he built around himself. he could only be strong against your advances for so long before he crumbled, reluctantly accepting the love and peace and safety you offered so freely.

bofur: nobody

bofur’s done a lot in his time. he was born in the blue mountains, a colony that never seemed to find the prosperity needed to do more than simply survive. he is a brother, uncle, cousin, friend, toymaker, miner, member of the great company that reclaimed erebor. but through all his adventures and hardships, he never lost his playful streak. he wants to have fun with who he loves, wants a little bit of mischief to make his laugh louder and brighter. bofur is a fun-loving soul who, despite his wandering past, will always choose you over anywhere that you’re not.

ori: francesca

ori’s life has never been a peaceful one. being raised by dori and being followed by the whispers of his late amad’s reputation (not to mention nori’s) without a mountain to call home, it weighed on his shoulders. even his craft, the pride of every dwarrow worth their beard, happened to be one seen as miniscule in importance compared to smithing. every moment spent with his one, doing anything or nothing at all, eases the burden he carries and makes every moment of strife worth it just to be with the soul made to mirror his.

fíli: i, carrion (icarian)

your love for him seems almost too good to be true, the remnants of stories told in dusty tomes written by those with far more eloquence than he can claim to possess. that being said, he is definitely not one to look a gift boar in the mouth. he relishes in each tender moment, every second spent in your presence that carries him far beyond the constraints life has placed upon him. but he recognizes that life isn’t always so simple, retreating into your arms and wishing that everything around you both just disappears. there’s always reality, waiting patiently outside of your chambers for one faulty misstep to throw you both askew. that’s why he dedicates himself to showing you that if life does what it does best and deals harsh blows, he will be there for you through it all.

dori: shrike

dori never had time for love; he had two brothers to protect, one more wily than the other was young. his focus was on getting his brothers through the days, putting food on their plates and the semi-frequently used stash of bail money well-stocked. he allowed his feelings for his one to fall to the wayside in the name of preservation. he ignored their call for decades and braved out the pain that came with such a silence. he begged for his one’s forgiveness every time they called for him. but once the mountain was reclaimed and his brothers safe, he yearned for what he could have had. he would approach his one with much regret and sorrow for the time lost, but a pure hope that they could find forgiveness in their heart for him.

tauriel: unknown/nth

to earn her love is a feat unlike that which the world has known for a long time. being seen as worth all these mortal struggles and painful toils in the eyes of an elf, let alone one as fierce as tauriel, is quite the achievement to anyone outside looking in. to the red-haired warrior in question, though, giving her love to you has the same unthinking ease as breathing; it’s beyond instinct to do and just as necessary to her survival. you’re worth every century spent alone, every moment after knowing you spent away from you.

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quality-street-rat · 1 year

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Bofur: Alright. So if y/n is our dad friend, what would happen if he marries one of us?

Y/n, across the camp but heard his name: WHAT???? What is it?

Bofur, yelling: Since you're the dad here, what happens if you marry one of us?

Y/n, wiggling his eyebrows: Well then you'd have to call me "daddy."

*confused silence*

Y/n: Hang on--do you not--do you guys even have that word here?

Kili: Yes but why is it applicable here???

Y/n, turning red: Oh god, nevermind, it's a bad joke from my world, don't think about it.

Bofur, grinning: Well if it turns you of all people that color, then we have to know!

Y/n: Oh fuck no, I do not have the emotional capacity to teach a pack of dwarves and a hobbit the cultural shift to the connotation of the word "daddy."

Kili, mildly insulted: Hey!

Thorin, interested now: You said it was a joke. Explain, this particular "pack of dwarves" loves jokes.

Y/n: You just love to see me uncomfortable, don't you Oakenshield?

Thorin: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Bilbo: I must admit I am curious.

Bofur: Yes y/n, tell us!

Y/n: NO!

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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Hi Luna! I know I've been gone a long time so if you don't feel like writing this I understand❤️

What about being from our world and suddenly finding yourself in Middle Earth, but besides English you know another language that don't exist there (Ex I'm Swedish, but any language is good), so everyone is kind of baffled and intrigued by it, maybe you try and teach them a song or just a few words too? You can choose if you want to do a short story (pairing of you choice as usual) or just like a headcanon with how different characters react, the important part is you having fun❤️

Hello, lovely! Don't worry at all about being gone, I'm glad you had a chance to step away and step back whenever you felt ready! I hope you enjoy this:

“Jobbig,” You murmured below your breath, annoyance running through you as you were instructed to go get firewood for the eighth time. Usually, the schedule switched among all the Company members, rotating on who did what so no one felt like they were being singled out - until now.

Setting your pack down, you rolled out your back. It wasn’t the worst task, but it wasn’t the nicest. The scenery definitely improved your feelings about it, getting to wander through wildflowers and mushrooms as you picked up the wood ranging from small sticks to large logs and fallen oak branches.

“What was that?” Bilbo inquired as you turned to leave.

“What was what?” You asked, raising a brow.

“That word, it didn’t sound familiar,” Bilbo looked so lost, brow furrowing and his nose scrunching as he wracked his brain. Elvish? No, not as tricky, and it definitely didn’t sound as harsh as Dwarvish Khuzdul. It didn’t sound like common-tongue either.

“Jobbig?” You repeated, realization dawning on you as Bilbo nodded.

“It’s not Eng- common-tongue,” You corrected yourself, remembering how their ways of referring to languages were different than your world.

“What language is it?” This got the Company intrigued, halting from their tasks as Bilbo questioned you. They knew relatively little about you, and since finding out that you weren’t of this world, they were suspicious of your intentions. Now was their chance to discover more.

“It’s the language of my homeland,” You explained, a rueful smile growing on your face. “It’s called Sweden, and the language is called Swedish.”

“You’ve never spoken it before,” Ori piped up in the background.

“Well I’m the only one here that speaks it, it would be kind of useless to,” You shrugged, “It just slips out every now and then like–”

“Jogib-” Kili attempted, accidentally interrupted you as he tried to mimic the word you spoke.

“Jobbig,” You gently corrected, your grin turning gleeful as he successfully said it the second time.

“What does it mean?” Thorin now questioned, a curious expression covering his face.

“It doesn’t really have a direct translation, like I imagine many of Khuzdul words are,” You began, feeling flustered with all of their attention on you. “It’s a descriptor of a task?” You struggled to explain, “When a task is tiresome or tedious, Jobbig.”

“Jobbig,”

“Jobbig-”

Each of the members said it, one by one, a thoughtful look on their face before Balin chimed in.

“Would you mind teaching us more, if you are comfortable sharing?” Dwarves were secretive about their daily lives, religious customs, and especially their language, so they knew above all how important it is when someone shares a piece of their cultural puzzle.

“I would be delighted to, Balin,” Your grin was infectious, even having Thorin cracking a smile.

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shirefantasies · 3 months

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Hiiii I'm here to just ask what your absolute favorite bilbo baggins headcanon is because I love that little guy so much he's such a comfort character

I was going to tell you mie but hen completely have no clue WHAT my favorite headcanon is so. oops. JSBSJSJIS

Haha well still feel free to shoot one to me regardless 😉 hmmm well my toxic trait is having two completely opposing headcanons for Bilbo in that on one hand I think he would be the sweetest and so amusing to see in a relationship and on the other I'm like... THIS MAN IS AROACE YOUR HONOR. TBH I love both in their own way though lmaos. I love the idea of him adopting more than just Frodo too even though it's not canon, like whenever I imagine isekai-type stuff for like if I was going into Middle-Earth to join the company (yes I do that don't judge meeeee 😂) I always want to be adopted by Bilbo 🥺 I just love him too omg I want to hang out with him so bad he makes me so happy!!!

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit headcanons #bilbo baggins #bilbo #ask #kilibaggins #moots 💕#don't @ me & my self-indulgent self-insert imaginings ok I'm nd & my brain's always half off this astral plane #& I want to imagine being with my faves >:(

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rynneer · 7 months

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Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction.

Y/N doesn’t know how she found herself in Middle Earth, how she found herself among the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, or how she let herself be captivated by the elder Durin prince—but she does know one thing.

She’s carrying his child.

Chapter Six: Broken Crown

We all knew this scene was coming.

so crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down, i’ll never wear your broken crown. i can take the road, and i can fuck it all away—but in this twilight, our choices seal our fate.

-Broken Crown, Mumford and Sons

The commotion on the rampart grows louder as you rush up the stairs, going as fast as your diminished stamina lets you. You arrive at the top with a gasping breath, seeing Thorin already holding Bilbo atop the wall, staring down at Gandalf approaching from the gathered troops.

“If you don’t like my burglar, please, don’t damage him!” he booms. “Return him to me.”

God bless that wizard, you think to yourself. God bless that fucking wizard and his timing.

“You’re not making a very splendid figure as King Under the Mountain, are you, Thorin, son of Thrain?” Gandalf observes.

Thorin looks at him for another moment before letting Bilbo slip from his grasp. Balin and Fíli help him to his feet. The hobbit flings a rope over the wall, Bofur pushing him forward urgently, and scurries down.

“Never again will I have dealings with wizards,” Thorin shouts. “Or Shire-rats!”

You flinch at the venom in his words. Thorin’s eyes find you lurking by the wall. “What?” he demands, storming forward. “Do you have something to say?”

He’s nose-to-nose with you, daring you to defy him. You search his face, hardly recognizing the dwarf who who begrudgingly accepted you into his Company, who shielded you from fire and wargs, who welcomed you into his family.

“This is wrong,” you whisper. “This isn’t you.”

Thorin is silent for a moment. “Then go,” he spits. “Go join your kin amongst Men. You are no Durin.”

Though you know his mind is twisted by the dragon-sickness, it doesn’t soften the blow against your heart. The other dwarves look at you in dismay.

After a moment, your face hardens, and you stand tall, standing exactly level with Thorin. “Fuck this,” you say quietly, pushing past him, rougher than necessary, towards the rope. “I’m not dying over a fucking rock.”

He sneers at you and turns on his heel to storm back into the keep. The dwarves pat your arm firmly as they pass, Balin squeezing your shoulders. “Be careful,” he murmurs.

Fíli and Kíli stay put, looking at you helplessly. Kíli grips Fíli’s arm. “Fíli…” he trails off.

Fíli turns to his brother. They stare at one another wordlessly, then he grabs Kíli’s hair and pulls their foreheads together, whispering something in Khuzdûl.

Kíli nods, pulls back, and wraps you in a tight hug. “Be safe, little sister.” He withdraws and starts down the stairs, turning back one last time before vanishing.

It’s just you and Fíli on the wall now, watching the backs of Thranduil and Bard’s troops as they make for their camp. Tiny flakes of snow speckle Fíli’s armor, and his breath billows out in frosty clouds.

“Now what?” he asks.

Your mind whirls. In the book, the Durin clan dies standing together. In the movies, they die standing alone. I don’t know if I can save them all, you think, but I know can save one.

“Come with me,” you urge, grabbing Fíli’s arm.

He tenses. “Y/N, I… I can’t just leave him… I’m his heir, the crown prince—it’d be the highest betrayal!”

You lean in close. “He’ll forgive you for leaving,” you whisper in his ear, voice trembling. “But I won’t forgive you for staying.”

“He’s family,” Fíli pleads.

Your heart twists in your chest, but you know you need to hit him where it hurts. You seize his hand and put it to your belly. “We are family too,” you insist. “Please, don’t leave me to raise our baby alone.”

Still, he hesitates.

One final weapon. “Fíli. If you stay, you die.”

Fíli’s eyes widen. “You said you’d never tell us our fates—you wouldn’t change the story!”

Your hold on his wrist tightens to a death grip. “I’m tired of pretending like I’m not part of this world,” you hiss. “I’m done acting like I’m not part of the story. I’m not going to let you die here, Fee.”

A look of anguish crosses his face. Your vision starts to swim with tears as Fíli looks from you, to the rope, to the doorway Thorin had stormed through, to your stomach. The anguish hardens to resolve, and he nods slowly. “Alright,” he says with a deep, shuddering breath. “Alright.” He shifts his belt so his sword is along his back and wraps an arm tightly around your waist, hoisting you onto his hip. “Hold on tight,” he grunts.

You cling to his neck and he grabs the rope, throwing a leg over the wall and slowly belaying down. Heights don’t normally bother you, but you bury your face in his shoulder, unable to look at the ground far beneath you. Your bag sways and bumps against your back with each of Fíli’s bounces downward. The descent lasts far too long, but at last you feel solid earth beneath your feet.

No sooner than you land does a hand seize your collar and pull you into the shadow of the wall. “What are you doing out here?” a voice hisses in your ear.

Tauriel! “I thought you were dead!” you choke out.

She releases you and Fíli, who grabs your upper arm tightly, ready to flee. Tauriel looks down at you grimly. “It will take more than dragon-fire to put an elf of Mirkwood down.” Her eyes shift to Fíli. “So, you abandon your kin, dorn?” [dwarf]

Fíli bristles, but you place a hand on his chest and push him behind you gently. “We need to get somewhere safe. Can you help us?”

Tauriel regards the pair of you with a measured gaze. “Is Kí—is your brother safe?”

Fíli nods, and Tauriel visibly relaxes. She looks back up at Erebor, then across the field in the distance where the white top of Thranduil’s tent is just barely visible in the quickly fading light. “Follow me. Quietly now, and swiftly.”

You make your way across the frozen ground until you come to a halt in front of a pair of elven guards. They seem astonished to find Tauriel standing before them, intact, if a bit charred. Nevertheless, they cross their spears to block your path. “Daro!” they cry in unison. [Stop!]

“We seek an audience with the king,” Tauriel explains.

“The king has no interest in communing with traitors,” one snaps. “Perhaps the gornoth will take pity on your plight.” [dwarves (derogatory)]

“Please,” you beg, stepping forward. “At least let us talk to Bard, or–”

“My goodness, could that be the voice of Lady Y/N that I hear?” A wizened hand sweeps open the tent flap and Gandalf steps out, his eyes twinkling in the torchlight.

“Gandalf!” You duck under the spears and rush forward, throwing your arms around him in sheer relief.

Gandalf seems mildly surprised by the gesture and pats your back. He raises a bushy eyebrow when he notices Fíli, and pushes you back gently by your shoulder. “Does Thorin send you to parley?”

“No, we come of our own accord. To seek refuge,” Fíli adds, indicating your belly. He swallows. You know how hard this must be for the proud dwarf prince.

But as you await Gandalf’s response, it occurs to you now that he has no knowledge of you and Fíli’s relationship, and certainly not of your pregnancy. You hold your breath.

The wizard looks down at you, then back to Fíli with a frown. “Come in from the cold and we shall discuss this… development.” He ushers you inside, where Bard, Thranduil, and Bilbo sit at a small table.

The elven king is on his feet immediately. “Why have you brought a–” but his demand ends in a sputter when Tauriel enters behind you.

She meets the king’s eyes steadily and dips her head. “Your highness.”

A small smirk crosses Fíli’s lips at Thranduil’s stunned face.

Gandalf brings forward a small chair, gesturing for you to take a seat. You do so with a grateful smile. Fíli moves behind you and rests his hands on your shoulders. You take one with a squeeze.

Gandalf sits as well, leaning forward with his hands folded. “Am I correct in assuming that…?” he waves a hand in Fíli’s general direction.

You swallow hard and nod. “Things… things happened.”

“And what of Thorin and Company?”

“We can reason with him,” Fíli cuts in. “Now that you have the stone, there’s some bargaining power, surely!”

“It’s dragon-sickness, Fee, there’s no reasoning with dragon-sickness!” you snap.

“Y/N?” It’s Bilbo. “Do you know what comes next?”

You frown and dig in your bag for The Hobbit. Thranduil and Tauriel exchange looks of confusion.

“It’s a… power of prophecy, of a sort,” you mumble, thumbing through the pages. “We’re only a few pages into chapter seventeen…” you trail off as a dark word consumes your mind. “Orcs!”

Thranduil leans forward. “What?”

“Orcs. That’s—that’s it, that’s all I can think about—fuck!” You bury your face in your hands. “I can’t see it. I’ve changed the story.” You take a deep breath. “Orcs are coming. I don’t know when, I don’t know how many, but they’re coming.”

Gandalf rises swiftly, retrieving his staff from the corner of the tent. “Then we must be ready. Is there any possibility of reasoning with Thorin?”

You rub your temples. “I can’t be sure. I think he recovers—maybe Fíli leaving will speed it up?”

Fíli flinches slightly.

The wizard nods. “Ready your troops. Be prepared for battle by dawn. We will not be caught unawares.”

Thranduil and Bard offer their agreement, Bard standing to leave for his own lodgings. He pauses, glancing at you and Fíli with a curt nod. “Congratulations.” With that, the archer is gone. Thranduil is swift to leave as well, Tauriel falling easily into place behind him.

“Someone needs to warn Thorin,” Fíli says. He places a hand on the hilt of his sword and makes for the exit, but you snag his wrist. He twists against your grasp, and you hold tight, fingers digging into his skin.

“You’re staying here,” you insist.

“I’ll go,” Bilbo says quietly.

Fíli scoffs. “They’d skewer you with an arrow as soon as you’re within sight of the gates.”

“Well, I did manage to sneak in and out of Erebor without a terrible dragon noticing,” Bilbo points out. “I think I can get past a few dwarves.”

The dwarf just snorts in response.

Gandalf regards the hobbit curiously, watching Bilbo’s fingers fidget in his pocket. “Very well then, Bilbo. As for the pair of you,” he raises an eyebrow in your direction, “I was just about to put on a pot of tea, and I believe Lady Y/N and her little one are sorely in need of some proper nourishment.” He dips his head and ducks out of the tent.

A long, shaking sigh escapes you. You lean against the back of the chair, weariness plaguing your bones. Fili returns to your side and presses a kiss to the top of your head. Then, he separates out a thin section of your hair, carefully beginning to weave it into a braid.

You let out a small gasp, covering his hand with your own. “Fíli? Now?”

He smiles, gently pushing your hand aside and continuing. “If I’m to go into battle at dawn, I want everything to be proper.” The braid complete, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny, wooden bead with delicate etchings.

You take it from his outstretched hand. The wood is rough and unsanded, but you can make out a crude attempt at your and Fíli’s initials in English, as well as runes you vaguely recognize as Khuzdûl. You blush, not thinking your brief alphabet lesson ages ago had taken hold.

“I may have nicked your book to practice,” Fíli says with a wink. “Took me ages to get your silly runes right.” He folds your fingers around the bead and sinks to one knee in front of you—you didn’t think your human courtship lessons had taken hold either. His eyes sparkle as he gazes up at you. “Will you marry me?”

Your eyes fill with tears. “Yes,” you whisper.

Fíli grins and takes the bead back, securing it in your hair and kissing it gently. You yank him in by the collar and press your lips against his. He melts into the kiss, fingers tangling in your loose hair.

Applause from the corner makes you pull back with a jump. You had forgotten Bilbo was still in the tent. With a lopsided smile you stand and push the hobbit out towards Gandalf and the fire. “Give us some privacy!” you chide good-naturedly.

Fíli chuckles and rises as well, pulling you close. He kneels back down, lifting your tunic and kissing your stomach, making you flush even more. “You take care of your amad,” he whispers to the unborn dwarfling. “Adad’s got to go scout out the perfect place for our wedding.” He grins, and you grunt, when the baby kicks against your stomach.

You sigh again and kneel with him, leaning into his arms. You’ve changed the story so much, the future is dark to you now—all that is left is to place your faith in the strength of the dwarves.

#fanfiction #fili x reader #fili x you #fíli #kíli #reader insert #thorin and company #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit #ao3 fic #battle of the five armies #thranduil #tauriel #gandalf #bilbo baggins

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strawwritesfic · 1 year

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Bilbo Baggins x Female!Hobbit!Reader: Save

Summary: The beginning of your own story might be worth writing down someday as well.

Rating/Tags: All (Post-Hobbit; pre-Fellowship of the Ring; The Green Dragon; Drinking; Alcohol; Server!Reader; family problems; inheritance problems; meet cute)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

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Any Hobbit worth their salt could recite upon command any number of stories about far-off lands and daring adventures. Children might shudder in their beds thinking of shadowy forests filled with creeping spiders; even adults could blanch over news of wolves spotted near Buckland. But that was all such tales were in the end: Distant news and exciting fiction, meant to entertain and never to touch its listeners. Nothing could ever really involve the Shire. The people of Hobbiton were free to continue their vicarious quests–until one day such a quest did involve the Shire.

“I already told you, Otho, I don’t have a mountain of gold hidden away to give to you. I’m certain that if I did, there would be nothing left after I was forced to buy back my home and all my possessions.”

You looked up from your work behind the counter to see one Bilbo Baggins sitting at a table across the room. He had a mug of ale clutched in one hand and a look of polite distaste on his face.

Upon recognizing his drinking companions, you couldn’t say you blamed him for looking like that. Otho and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins were not your favorite customers when they were minding their own business. Throw in harassing other patrons, and you couldn’t help but shoot them an ugly look of your own behind their backs.

Normally, you would have tried to throw them out. Now that you were in serious competition with your younger brother over the inheritance of the inn, however, you decided it would be better not to make a scene. "A patron is a patron, so long as they’ve got gold to spend," as your father had reminded you since you’d started working at the Green Dragon in your tweens. Apparently your brother had no trouble remembering this, though you suspected his good memory was because he didn’t spend much of his time on the clock doing any work, not because he lacked any hint of your admirable temper.

“[Name], quit lollygagging. Table Eight wanted supper fifteen minutes ago,” your father called over the usual evening hubbub.

His watchful eye prevented you from eavesdropping further on Bilbo and his guests, so you flashed your haggard father a grin, picked up a waiting tray of food, and dove back into the throng.

The Green Dragon had been owned by your family since it had been built several generations ago. Sometimes you got the feeling your father would have gladly given up five square meals a day to be rid of the responsibility of running the place. Not so you. Working at the inn made you come alive more than any other place in the whole of the Shire. You had been hanging around it since you were old enough to follow your father to work as a youth and working there since you were bold enough to convince him to give you a job. By necessity, you knew every nook and cranny, every regular’s name, and every story ever told by the grand stone fireplace.

Except, that was, for Bilbo’s story. Even knowing that the mere sight of Otho and Lobelia would anger you, you sneaked another peek over at their table as you set the food down on another surrounded by ravenous tweens. Sure enough, the trio was still there. Bilbo’s polite façade appeared to be fading quickly as he listened to the two of them rant.

“[Name],” whined one of the tween boys, “you’re in the way.”

You hastily removed your hand before any of them could mistake it for part of their meal. Your constantly-hungry youth wasn’t so far behind you that you had forgotten what it felt like.

“Make sure to pay before you leave this time. Don’t want me to have to talk to your parents again, do you?” you asked.

None of them replied.

With a deep breath and a roll of your eyes, you turned away. Before you lay a buzzing dining hall. Hobbits laughed and ate and drank in seemingly every inch of the building. It warmed your heart to see so many happy people enjoying your family’s business. All except for Bilbo, of course, who had dismissed faking politeness entirely and now stared grumpily into the space about his relatives’ heads as they prattled on about whatever it was they had a bone to pick about that night.

Before you could even attempt to interrupt the conversation, your father caught your eye and motioned impatiently at the growing assortment of food and drink waiting to be delivered. You picked your way toward him, progress hindered by the many customers that stopped you to say hello. The conversation at Bilbo’s table had grown quite lively by the time you arrived at the bar to pick up another order.

Truth be told, Bilbo’s fascinating disappearance and reappearance were not the only things about him that kept you looking at him. Neither were his rumored riches; you planned to take over the Dragon and raise your own small fortune, after all. Bilbo had, in fact, always interested you. He had had his own schedule before he’d left the Shire, coming in once a week to drink and listen to the same old stories you did day after day. Always polite, that Bilbo, if admittedly not forcibly friendly like most of the others. You had never had to throw him out for poor behavior, at any rate.

That night was the first night he’d been back to the inn after all his time away. You’d been dying to talk to him since the minute you saw him walk through the door. Between your job and the Sackville-Bagginses, you hadn’t had a chance.

Then an idea occurred to you–a wonderful, terrible, perfect idea. Before any of your fellow workers could guess that you were up to something, you filled your tray with the waiting glasses of ale. Your plan might not have had the best timing, considering the dinner rush and how flustered your father had already become, but he would have to do without you. You were only one Hobbit, and if your father truly believed passing the Green Dragon onto your brother (who was, as usual, suspiciously absent that evening), then what good was your working your fingers to the bone to please customers?

You turned and marched purposely toward the table at which Bilbo, Lobelia, and Otho sat. As you drew nearer, you could understand why Bilbo looked as pained as he did.

“As far as I’m concerned, you forfeited your right to Bag End when you left without saying a word and without electing an heir. The hole is ours,” Otho was saying.

“Is it,” said Bilbo.

Lobelia gave him a very nasty, almost un-hobbotish sneer. “You clearly aren’t right in the head anymore. Dragons? Dwarves? Why don’t you just admit you got into some messy business with that Gandalf fellow and step aside for Otho to be head of the family?”

“Difficult to do when I’m not at all mad, my dear Lobelia. For why should you think I had gold to spare if I never had my grand adventure?”

“You’re a fool,” she said, “a fool and perhaps even a criminal. We could go over your head, Bilbo. Mark my words.”

“Consider them marked. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

“We aren’t done here,” Otho growled, getting up to follow Bilbo away from the table.

Oh, yes you are, you thought.

Just as Otho reached over to pull Bilbo back into his seat, you arrived along with half the dining hall’s drinks. Otho standing up actually provided you with the perfect opportunity. All you had to do was angle your feet just right, and–

Lobelia’s scream told you that you had succeeded. Your staged trip and fall managed to tip all the ale on your tray so that it spilled over the Sackville-Baggginses heads. There they sat, dripping in abject shock, as Bilbo stood staring on in astonishment.

“Oh no!” you squealed dramatically. “Did I do that? I’m ever so sorry. I’m such a klutz!”

With a lurch toward Lobelia, you made to press a towel to her sopping hair. She flinched away before turning the full brunt of her wrath on you.

“You-You-You,” she said. Apparently, your act had rendered her unable to form complete sentences.

This unforeseen bonus didn’t last long; before you could so much as attempt to offer a fake apology, Otho got in your face: “I’ll have your job for this, girl,” he said, and any desire to apologize, falsely or otherwise, vanished.

You hooked a thumb over your shoulder toward where you’d last seen your father running around like a chicken with his head cut off. “Boss is that way.”

The two left without more than several glares in your direction. You watched only long enough to see your father shoot you a knowing, aggrieved sort of look when the Sackville-Bagginses approached him.

Shrugging, you turned away. Well, it was difficult to feel sorry for him. If he really wanted a supper rush without incident, he really ought to have forced your brother to show up for his shifts every once and awhile, especially if you were expected to give up your inheritance without a fight.

All the same, you knew better than to leave a mess behind. You began to pick up the (thankfully unbroken) glasses littering the table and were almost finished by the time Bilbo spoke:

“Thank you.”

You had assumed he had taken the opportunity to escape your inn entirely, actually. His voice surprised you, and even more so that he was standing exactly where you’d left him.

“You don’t need to thank me for being clumsy,” you answered, then smiled mischievously at his blank expression. “It looked like you could use a rescue. Those two shouldn’t bother you again tonight.”

“Thank you,” he said with more feeling.

“It’s your first time back since your adventure. Wouldn’t want you spooked off forever.”

Much to your confusion, Bilbo hesitated before he replied. His eyes slid toward the door and back to you, and then he took a wide step backward. “Right,” he said. “All the same, I think I had better get going.”

As you looked on, he began to shuffle toward the front door. You realized with a jolt exactly what he thought: Bilbo believed you, too, were after his gold. He didn’t exactly look less nervous when you followed after him either.

“That’s a shame,” you said. “I really was hoping to hear your story.”

That got him to pause. “You…were?”

“Sure. Dwarves and dragons and spiders and elves. Sounds better than half of the stories the rest of them have been telling all week. I'm getting a little tired of the time the creek froze over and let the wolves in, personally. ”

“Mine is a rather exciting tale,” Bilbo confessed, then seemed to decide you weren’t so frightening that he couldn’t size you up. “And you are?”

“[Name]. My dad owns the place.”

At that, a look of slight disappointment crossed his face. You didn’t understand it, not until he went on: “Then I suppose you wouldn’t be able to join me at my hole for a cup of coffee and a chat? I find myself wanting a quieter atmosphere, but I could do with some company still.”

The words no, not tonight were right on your lips. You couldn’t just abandon the inn, or your father for that matter.

But on second thought, why couldn’t you? Really, your brother ought to have been there by now to take over, and there were other servers, too, picking their slow ways from table to table. Besides, when was the last time you’d been given time off, or even a break for that matter?

“You know what?” you said. “I’d love to.”

“Delightful!” cried Bilbo, and he held out his arm.

It took you less than half a second to place your tray on top of one of the other server’s trays as she passed by. She gave you a wild-eyed, panicked looked, but you did not explain.

You’d hear all about your lack of responsibility in the morning once your father discovered you had slipped away. For the time being, you were just like any other Hobbit. Who cared about work, the inheritance, or the inn when there was such a fine story to hear and such a fine Hobbit to tell it? Even as you thought about the lecture you were in for, you couldn't find yourself regretting your decision.

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shiinata-library · 1 year

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Tea and apple pie

Relationships: Bilbo x fem!Reader

Content: Comfort, fluff

Summary: Even though you live in Bag End with Bilbo, you don’t feel well, but you’ll eventually find comfort.

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Note: I needed a quick comfort fic with Bilbo and I couldn't find one, so I wrote one. Enjoy!

You couldn't have asked for anything better than to live with Bilbo since he returned to Bag End. Yet today, your mood is at its lowest and you don't want to bother him. It’s true you aren’t well, but that is nothing compared to what Bilbo has been through, right?

After sighing for a while alone, unable to find an interesting book in Bilbo’s library, you decide to go out. Fresh air should do you good. Autumn has already begun so you put on a light jacket at the front door.

“Where are you going? I was about to start making dinner,” Bilbo says as he walks toward you, wearing his comfortable multi-coloured dressing gown with a surprised face. “And it’s almost night. Were you planning to go out with your friends?”

At first, you don’t know what to answer, feeling stupid to be in this depressed state, but when he is in front of you, you feel that you need to change your mind. A walk in the Shire would be perfect.

“Are you alright?” Bilbo resumed, stroking your upper arm. “Yes, I’m fine. I, hm, I need a little fresh air. And I’m not hungry. No need to wait for me to dine.”

You hope your smile is convincing, and you won’t wait for his opinion. You leave Bag End for a long walk alone while the sun sets behind the scattered smials on the horizon.

When you come back home, it’s totally dark outside. The wind is cold, and you’re glad to find the fireplace lit when you open the front door of Bag End. In truth, the walk didn’t help you. You’re just colder and more tired than before. Maybe going directly to bed could be the best. As you remove your jacket to put it away on the coat rack next to the door, you smell a delicious meal. Oh, it’s your favourite meal…

In the kitchen, Bilbo doesn’t hear you joining him. He is focused on the window, looking outside with a melancholic look. His hair is shining with the hearth's light and some candles. The table is set, waiting for your return. It seems he didn’t eat without you finally. Once he notices you, a light smile appears on his face as he wipes his hand on his apron.

“Oh, you’re back!” he says in a cheerful voice with a hesitant smile.

You walk to him slowly. Without a word, you hug him, your head burying in his neck while his arms close on you. Apple, tobacco, and some flowers. Is his smell that calms you in this way? You never realised he smelled like home to you.

“I was worried about you,” he murmurs as his hands stroke your back gently while his hair tickles your neck. “I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling well and I thought I needed to clear my head while I just needed you.”

Your hug becomes more tightly as you realise his presence is so comforting. Bilbo is a little surprised by your behaviour but he would never refuse a hug from you. Hearing you say that you're not feeling well hurt him even though he already realised something was wrong when you left earlier.

“You should have told me,” he says as he strokes your hair softly. “You can talk to me whenever you need, you know?” “Yes, I know but I didn't want to bother you. It's nothing compared to what happened to you.”

Bilbo slowly pulls away from you, just enough to see you. Still in his arms, he kisses your forehead before speaking again.

“It's not nothing if you're like this. Tell me about it.”

Despite being sweet, his tone doesn't give you a choice. Not letting you go, he listens to you without a word until you finish. Once a smile eventually appears on your lips now your mind sounds lighter, Bilbo kisses your forehead once again. His hand finds your cheek and he frowns when he feels you are still cold from your walking.

“Do you want to eat or rest first?” he asks in a hesitant voice as he starts to let you go. “We should eat first. I'm starving,” you say now you are better and your stomach is asking for food.

Your answer couldn't have reassured him more. His eyes start to sparkle and his smile widens. He has such a cute face you can resist.

“Perfect!” he says as he leads you proudly to the table. “I made everything for you! As we say in the Shire, everything is better with a full belly! Sit here and let me serve you. I cook your favourite meal and an apple pie. We can eat it with tea in front of the fireplace to warm you better.”

Who could stop a hobbit from serving you food? In no time, Bilbo serves you and himself, then sits in front of you. When he starts talking about food, he hardly stops. Considering how much time you spent talking to him about what made you sad, you can let him brag a little about his apple pie, right?

And finally, listening to Bilbo’s stories with tea and a piece of apple pie in front of the fireplace, sitting in an armchair in his arms, may be just what you need after all.

#the hobbit fanfic #bilbo #bilbo baggins #bilbo x reader #the hobbit reader insert #comfort #fluff

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cannibalcoyote · 7 months

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Woodland Princess Ch.9: Memories

Ch.8 Ch.10

Lord Elrond had led Raerthar and I back to Rivendell. When we got there Raerthar and I both stared at the overview of it.

I was remembering how my father would sometimes send me here if he needed alone time to think, or if he found himself incapable of keeping me safe from a threat against his kingdom.

I now started to realize how much I missed my father, even though he seemed cold, he was quite caring and made sure we did what was right. I missed Legolas too, he could be cold like our father but he always was easier to make happy.

Now when I think about it, my father raised us very differently. When Legolas was a kid he had a loving mother and a caring father who always had a soft spot for him, but when I was raised I only knew my mother when I was very young before she died in battle.

After that, father became very cold and reserved, even towards me who he used to spoil with gifts and kindness.

He tried though, he really did, but he usually sent me over here when he couldn't deal with me or when he didn't want to be near me because as he said, "You look too much like your mother."

"I know it's been a while, but I've only ever seen you cry twice. This is the second time." Voiced Lord Elrond from beside me.

I quickly reached up with my hand and wiped it under my eyes.

'I shouldn't be crying, after all I'll see my family after this if my father hasn't banished me for leaving his kingdom unauthorized', I thought to myself before Raerthar began to walk to Rivendell.

Lord Elrond followed close behind, thinking to himself.

'I can read her thoughts as she can read mine, she was thinking about her father and how much she misses him. I always thought she would miss her brother more because he was more affectionate, but it's her father. I really should tell him about her being here, and I will but only after they've been gone for 2 days. That seems reasonable.'

We walk to Rivendell in silence, the guards have slightly encircled around myself and Lord Elrond seeing as we are the royalty in this group. As soon as we arrive the guards move forward and circle my company who stand in the center of the clearing.

Lord Elrond dismounts and greets Mithrandir while he orders a guard to take Raerthar to a stall but then quickly remembers how I said she hates small spaces and tells him to instead release her among the open pastures.

After he has the other elves leave everyone to the dining room he quickly comes over and hugs me. I hug him back, not letting any tears fall from my eyes as I look upon Rivendell.

"Aelsar if you really want to you can just skip the dinner, I remember how you are about eating alone in your room reading your books and writing your stories."

"I think I'll just go to the pasture and hang out with Raerthar. Not really that hungry." I say to Lord Elrond before going to get dinner so I can get back to Raerthar.

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I sat in the pasture, with Raerthar for mainly the rest of the day.

'Aelsar, you should go and feast with the rest of your kin. I'll be fine.' Spoke Raerthar as she was worried on how little I had been eating over the past few days.

'Now it will take awhile for you to get back into the flow of everything here, but you must go and socialize. The only people you've had an actual conversation with is Gandalf and I. You've been mostly quiet after the day Thorin yelled at you during the battle. I know you must be angry but you must go and see your friends. They will be worried about you.' Emphasized Raerthar as she nudged me towards Rivendell from within the pasture.

'Fine. I will go and have dinner with them, but if I don't like it I'm leaving.' Replied Aelsar in an understanding tone.

'Deal.' Replied Raerthar as she then used her magic to place Aelsar on her back, and then galloped towards Rivendell.

We reached the edge of the pasture which had a small walkway of stone and jewels that led out of the stables and towards the dining hall.

I silently slipped off Raerthar's back, saying goodbye and began walking down the path. It led me through a beautiful stone stable with a soft sandy ground.

As I reached the outside I saw the path that led to the dining hall. However I didn't want to disturb anyone or enter the room and gain their attention so I took a secret passageway that only Lord Elrond and I knew about.

The secret passage was hidden behind a tapestry which I simply pushed out of the way and walked through the stone corridor. At the end of the passageway there was a sharp turn and a statue which you simply pushed forward and it moved forward for it to move forward, and out of the way.

Ch.8 Ch.10

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potatothatcanwrite · 9 months

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~Arrows and Dragonhide~

Kili Durin x {DragonShifter} FemOC Part 2/?

A/N- blegh, im stuck in bed being sick so im writing this and listening to Offspring

Word Count- 1.6k

Summary- The journey to reclaim Erebor has begun, and with it comes the dangers of Middle-Earth.

Warnings- Canon typical violence, talk of death and torture, will be 18+ in future chapters

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Gandalf stands in the foyer of Bilbo Baggins hobbit hole, pipe brought up to his mouth and faint smirk on his lips. Eyja has seen that look on the bearded man before and it ended with her having to fight off a group of trolls. "What meddlesome plan is on your mind now wizard?" Her tone is jesting but her expression remains quite serious. "Are you scheming on how to get me fighting another band of beasts?"

The grey wizard laughs quietly so as not to wake the few dwarves sleeping nearby, "Young shifter I promise you that instance was truly accidental." His face breaks into a grin at Eyja's raised eyebrow and skeptical expression. "I was merely pondering the path we shall take tomorrow."

"'Young shifter', you do remember that I have been around longer than you have right?" Gandalf nods, smile soft on his face.

"It was merely a tease, I am fully aware of your age Eyja. Now if you'll excuse me I do wish to get some sleep, there is a long journey ahead of us." The cloaked man then walks past Eyja, soft footfalls fading down the dark hallway. Spinning on her heel, Eyja trods towards the living room. Finding an empty corner, she lowers herself smoothly to the floor leaning back against the wall and letting her travel weary eyes drift closed.

As the sun begins to peak over the emerald hills of the Shire, Eyja finds herself being roused from her slumber by a gentle hand pushing on her shoulder. Her golden dragon-like eyes are met with the sight of Kili kneeling beside her.

"Wake up, we're going to be leaving shortly." His voice is quiet so as not to disturb the other bustling around you. Nodding slightly, she brings her hands to her knees and begins to rise eyes turning to the window, seeing birds flit past in their early morning travels.

"Good morning Master dwarf did you sleep well?" Her voice is rough with sleep and her eyes half open as she gathers her set aside bag and blades. Tucking her slender sword into her back sheath and her smaller blades into their various places, she lets her gaze drift back to Kili's face.

He lets out a small chuckle, "Whatever happened to just calling me Kili, Eyja? And yes my rest was quite nice." Eyja swings her bag onto her back and starts towards the entryway of the large hobbit hole.

"My most sincere apologies Kili."

"I will find it in myself to forgive you." They both laugh quietly as they swing open the door and step out into the slightly chilled morning air. The large green door creaks slightly as it closes behind the pair, Eyja brings her arms over her head in a deep stretch hearing her back pop. Kili steps up next to his dark brown pony, tying his pack to the back of his saddle, running a hand down the ponies neck.

Mr. Baggins' door opens one more, the rest of the company pouring out and walking to their respective ponies, Gandalf stepping up the the shifter and dwarf.

"Eyja, Kili, good morning, I trust both of you are ready for our journey ahead?" as the two nod he turns to the tall skin changer, "Will you need a horse or will you be walking for our travels?"

"I will be walking, I figured I would be able to keep up relatively easily."

Kili turns to her, "Are you sure? You could ride with me if you want to."

Eyja waves her hand dismissing his offer, "It is truly no problem Kili, I am perfectly capable of keeping up with the company."

"Alright, but the you should at least let me carry your bag for you." Kili holds out his hand for Eyja's bag, she sighs heavily feeling the dwarf wont let her win this. She swings the bag off her shoulder handing it to his outstretched arm. As he ties her bag down atop of his, the dwarrow surrounding them begin to mount their steeds. Gandalf begins to steer his horse down the rolling hills of the small hobbit town, the long line of ponies following closely, Eyja walking between Kili and Fili's mounts. They are only travelling for half an hour before the sound of footsteps racing towards them stops the shifter in her tracks, head turning quickly and hand darts to her dagger.

"Eyja? what is it?" Kili's voice is tense with worry as he swings his pony around.

"Some ones coming." Her voice is low and flat. The rest of the company now stands still, hands laying on their weapons.

"Wait!" The voice from the trees is familiar and causes Eyja's tense stance to relax, "Wait for me, I signed it!" Bilbo Baggins bursts into the small clearing the long paper contract trailing behind him as he run towards the company. He approaches Balin on his white pony, holding out the paper to him, as Balin reviews everything to make sure everything's in order, Kili turns to his brother.

"I told you he would show up, hand over your coin brother." Fili rolls his eyes before tossing his coin pouch over to his brunette sibling. Eyja giggles at their interaction and grins as they lift the hobbit onto a pony ahead of them.

"How are you feeling, are you getting tired?" Kili turns sideways in his saddle to speak to the woman walking swiftly next to him.

Eyja smiles, "I'll be fine Kili this is not my first time walking alongside horses, and I doubt it will be my last." The dwarf nods still feeling uneasy over the skin changer walking when the pony was more than capable to carry them both.

"Alright, but do tell me if you want a break."

The company of Thorin Oakenshield travel through the forest for most of the day till the sun begins to get low in the sky, Thorin orders the dwarrow to tie up their horses and get a fire going. Kili and Fili sit against the cliff wall as the other dwarfs lay around them, some of them sleeping and other doing their own things. Eyja sits by the fire, sharpening her blades under the warm light, large pointed ears perking up every time Bilbo tosses and turns on his bedroll. She watches as he gets up with a mighty sigh, wandering over to his pony slyly pulling out an apple and quietly feeding it to his steed, the skin changer smiles as he shushes the pony, but the smile immediately drops as shrieks come from the forest beneath them.

"What was that?" Bilbo's voice is panicked his eyes wide.

"Orcs." Kili's voice is hushed and his eyes wander over their camp, catching briefly on Eyja's stiff figure. Thorin jerks awake as Bilbo repeats Kili's answer, his blue eyes scanning the forest in a mirror of the shifters golden gaze.

"Throat cutters," Fili gestures with his pipe, "there will be dozens of them out there. The lowlands are crawling with them." Gandalf turns his head catching Eyja's unamused expression.

"They strike in the wee small hours when everyone's asleep. quick and quiet, no screams just lots of blood." Kili's addition to his brother statement has Eyja standing up from her place by the fire. him and his brother snickering slightly, not noticing Eyja approaching on silent feet.

When she speaks her voice is low, anger clipping her words, "You think that's funny, you think a night raid by orcs is joke?"

Kili averts his gaze as she stares at them her yellow eyes shinning eerily in the firelight, "We didn't mean anything by it."

"No you didn't, you know nothing of the world." Thorin's voice interrupts, his own tone harsh. Balin approaches the small gathering and leans on the cliff face.

"Don't mind him laddie, Thorin has more cause than most to hate orcs." As he launches into the tale of Thror's death and Azog's defeat, Kili notices Eyja rubbing at her arms, as if trying to shake of hands that aren't there.

"And the pale orc, what happened to him?" Bilbo's voice is quiet and unsure as he turns to face the eldest of the dwarves. But Thorin speaks before Balin is able.

"He slunk back into the hole from wenst he came, that filth died of his wounds long ago." The look shared between Gandalf and Balin does not go unnoticed by Eyja and she bristles at the thought of Azog still roaming the continent.

The shifter settles back down beside the two dwarven princes, and Fili moves to speak but she stops him with a finger. "I know you two meant only to joke, but as your uncle stated, orcs are nothing to jest about for they have committed such atrocities that it haunts many of this company." Her tone is stern but light and she resumes sharpening her weapon beside the dark haired dwarf, her posture finally relaxing from its stiff position. Both Kili and Fili nod, and the former of the two knowing she is one of the few in the company who's is haunted by the actions of orcs. As the hours of the night stretch on Eyja finds herself leaning on Kili's shoulder as her mind tires, and her eyes begin to close.

She feels a blanket being draped over her body, and she drifts into unconsciousness, the heat from the fire creating a soothing warmth and dim light.

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justalittlehoneybee · 2 years

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Kili: This is my wife Tauriel she is the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen and I love her so very much. As soon as I laid eye on her my heart belonged to her she is my everything

Fili: This is my wife (y/n) she’s just been cleared of fleas

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ironmandeficiency · 1 year

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lovesick fools

pairing: bilbo baggins / reader

word count: 2279

summary: reader and bilbo think that the other harbors a crush on thorin, and the dwarven king is the only one who can smash their heads together hard enough to make them see sense

a/n: this is my january fic for both @oonajaeadira & @writeforfandoms and the year of themed creation challenge i joined! this month’s theme is “requited love but they’re idiots” & the overarching theme for the year is “the year of idiots”

another a/n: reader’s race/gender/appearance are left ambiguous. also jsyk i’m a sucker for idiots to lovers, it’s literally my favorite trope

you learned the hard way to not ask if things could get worse. when you muttered the cursed phrase after narrowly avoiding turning to warg chow, the offense and abject horror on the dwarves’ faces made you think someone had died.

“oh, you’ve done it now!” dwalin grumbled, continuing to complain in angry khuzdul as the company of thorin oakenshield took a moment to breathe after running for their lives yet again.

instead of acknowledging dwalin’s bitching, you slumped against a shady tree, letting your breathing slow down so the rest of your body could catch up. if you had known that the journey to reclaim erebor would include this much running, you would have fought a lot harder to keep the ponies that ran away ages ago.

in the distance, you could see nori and dori tending to their littlest brother, ori giving them both half-hearted swats away from their prodding. bifur and bofur were gathering wood for a fire to cook a quick meal, and you heard thorin delegate the task of hunting to his nephews.

thorin and bilbo were otherwise enthralled in conversation, their attention solely focused on each other. you couldn’t decipher any words or tones from your slouched position, simply noting that it was significantly less hostile than their previous interactions. they were situated so close together you’d be hard pressed to slide one of fili’s daggers between the two without nicking one of them. the only reason this rankled you more than it should have is that a week ago, bilbo wouldn’t have been caught dead sitting so close to the king, damn near snuggling him.

after bilbo risked his life to save thorin from azog, the latter gained a deeper respect for the company’s burglar. it seems that this newfound respect and acceptance made your dear hobbit more bold in showing affection to thorin.

you could almost feel your skin turning green with envy of the dwarf’s position, curling that close to bilbo and sharing hushed whispers with the same intimacy you’ve been craving to receive since before the trolls.

a nagging part of your brain told you that the tight embrace they shared on the carrock was a bit more than a gesture of friendship. the rest of your brain (the parts with common sense) told it to shut up, rationalizing that it was an act of camaraderie in the throes of emotion. but getting your thoughts to silence themselves was as likely as getting gloin to stop bragging about his dear gimli.

the underbrush surrounding you and your tree are ruffled around as you’re joined by balin. he eases himself to the ground beside you without a word, knowing that he’s always welcome company. the smug bastard.

“are ye tryin’ ta finish the defiler’s task for him?” you give the older dwarf a look of confusion, not knowing what he meant. his soft laugh mildly jabs at your nerves, unsure of his meaning and now growing insecure. “if looks could kill, fíli would be king under the mountain before we even reach it.”

of course, the one dwarf that put himself in your presence was the only one who made a habit of not speaking plainly. an eye roll conveys this frustration and he clarifies. “your eyes bear the same ferocity as the drake’s roar and are just as deadly as his fire, and they’re aimed directly at thorin.”

well now you’ve gone and done it, offending balin and openly showing animosity towards thorin. you’d be lucky to remain in the company at this rate once thorin finds out.

you’re sputtering through hasty, fearful apologies. it was your fault for not realizing that your feelings were on display to that magnitude, and now you were trying to cover your ass to keep from being booted from the company in the closest town.

balin, the ever observant dwarf, notices this budding anxiety and rests a calming hand on your shoulder as he continues. “matters of the heart are rather tricky, and while i’m not one to meddle in the lives of others, i can give some sound advice if asked.”

balin not meddling? that’s a pile of shit if you’ve ever heard one. next to nori and bofur, the eldest son of fundin was the biggest meddler this side of the misty mountains. you half expected there to be a gossiper’s guild established once the mountain was restored.

“then tell me, master dwarf, what is your advice?” you didn’t mean to snap at him so, but your temper flared when bilbo and thorin seemed to scoot even closer to each other than they already were. once again, you apologize for your rashness.

he hummed in thought, shooing your hand away gently with a knowing smile that had a frightening resemblance to gandalf’s. “tell him how you feel, no matter how grim the current situation seems to be. even if his answer is not what you wish, he will not let it interfere with the quest or your role in it.”

that made sense… almost.

not even the most ardent love such as yours would sway the stalwart bilbo baggins from his commitment to the company. when he gives his word, it’s guaranteed to be kept. why would admitting your feelings to bilbo even hypothetically derail either of you from the objective? he didn’t have a personal stake in the quest outside of his promise, only the kindness of his heart and tookish sense of adventure kept him on the road to erebor. kept him with you.

rationally, the only person who had a true say in who stayed or left the company was thorin. he was the exiled prince, the future king, the leader of this quest. his word was law; he could order you to walk on your hands and eat with your feet the rest of the journey and you’d be obligated to comply.

…wait a minute, did balin think you harbored affection for thorin?

you didn’t know what was worse, balin believing the falsehood or knowing where your heart truly lies. only time would tell.

“simply put, i haven’t the slightest idea what to do!”

bilbo’s been lamenting on and on about you to thorin for nearly thirty minutes. didn’t even ask to sit next to him by the fire, just plopped himself down, scooted in close, and began his woeful soliloquy.

while thorin respects the hobbit and appreciates his friendship, he’s just about had it. each time you and bilbo catch each other’s eyes, every soft word you exchange, it gets repeated back to him in a level of detail only found in the romance novels dwalin pretends to loathe.

to thorin, the solution to bilbo’s problem is simple: he needs to give you a gift worthy of your hand while stating his intentions towards you. maybe a little bit of affection while he was at it. he didn’t understand the nuance that bilbo kept applying to courting you, especially since you would accept anything given to you by the genteel hobbit.

back in rivendell, he caught you gazing at bilbo with gentle longing and pure intentions. despite every feeble attempt made to hide your feelings from the dwarf king, he called you on them far too quick for your liking and swore to keep your secret.

shortly after, bilbo asked him for advice on how to court you. the advice was given with a smile, hoping that it would be taken eagerly and no one else would have to deal with the lovesick fools dancing around each other.

he hoped in vain because here bilbo was, asking the same questions as if thorin would miraculously give a different answer.

thorin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in resigned exasperation. this was almost worse than the trolls. “i’ve already given you my thoughts on the matter, bilbo. whether you use that information to your advantage is solely up to you.”

bilbo’s eyes nearly popped from his skull. he was quick to begin hushing the dwarf (the nerve!) and placing himself even further into thorin’s personal space. “i beg of you, thorin, keep your voice down!”

a handful of the others looked on, wondering why bilbo exclaimed so loud when thorin was simply talking.

“i’ll keep my voice down when you tell me something that not every man here already knows,” thorin scoffed at the hobbit, almost talking louder out of spite. “quite frankly, i have half a mind to take care of this problem myself.”

f and k return from hunting, both of them laden with plenty of meat and a few foraged bits and come upon the edge of chaos. their uncle and their burglar are locked in a staring contest fueled by frustration and fear. barring your fiery glare towards the two, the others are suspended in anticipation, eyes flitting back and forth between their king and their burglar.

neither of them can find it in themselves to be ashamed of the way they flinch when you storm away from your tree and towards thorin. you’re right scary when your features are pulled into a scowl that rivals the pale orc.

“what did we just walk into, fee?”

“i believe the proper term for this situation is ‘shitshow’, brother.”

you push your way between thorin and bilbo and plant your feet firmly, your eyes nearly setting thorin on fire with the same intensity balin noted earlier. “you don’t have to take care of a damned thing, your majesty.” everyone flinches at the malice laced into the honorific. none of them ever heard you speak with such vitriol in your voice and it was rather jarring.

“i know what you and bilbo have been scheming about, so save your breath.” bilbo’s pained gasp almost made you turn around and hug your dearest friend until he was laughing again. but you were furious and determined, a lethal combination when targeted at a specific someone and you couldn’t stop now.

thorin’s confusion and frustration was palpable. “what could you possibly be referring to? there’s been no scheming done by anyone here!”

“don’t take me for a fool, oakenshield! your intentions with bilbo are clear!”

“and just what might those be?”

you growl in fury as you lay the accusation bare. “you intend to court him, make him consort of erebor! even after everything i told you!” tears are fighting to escape but you push them back. you can’t cry yet, not before you make your feelings clear. “i confided in you, you were my friend! how dare you!” with every word a finger is harshly jabbed into his chest.

every other dwarf was shouting over another, trying to make heads or tails of your words. the anticipation gave way to confusion, no one knowing where to start. thorin and bilbo as king and consort? but what about your feelings for thorin? wait, doesn’t bilbo have feelings for you? where was thorin’s heart in all this?

you had tear tracks on your face despite your valiant efforts to keep them at bay. bilbo had a hand pressed to his mouth as he sat himself back on the ground, struggling to keep himself together. thorin’s company was going back and forth with no end to the bickering in sight.

thorin was pissed.

“enough!”

near complete silence followed thorin’s shout, broken only by the occasional sniffles of you and bilbo.

thorin turned to face you, resting a hand on your shoulder and hoping you wouldn’t shrug it off. “i am sorry for leading you to believe i would ever betray your trust in such a fashion.” his eyes met bilbo’s for a moment. when the hobbit nodded solemnly, thorin continued. “bilbo’s been seeking my advice for a while now on how to go about courting you. unfortunately for everyone, the lovesick fool hasn’t done anything to follow said advice.”

“i only see you as a friend, both of you. you’re important members of this company and have grown into admirable companions.” thorin offers a hand to bilbo, encouraging him to stand and face you. “now for the sake of my sanity, please profess your love for each other so we don’t have to deal with your constant yearning anymore!” with that, thorin walks away and shoos the others off to give you both space.

your eyes meet bilbo’s. every negative feeling is now replaced with hope, your heart mending itself just as quick as it broke. the pad of his thumb gently brushes away the fresh tears that were about to fall, his smile soft and eyes kind. “i’m afraid that the oaf of a king is right, i do love you. i love you most ardently, my dear. and i apologize that i didn’t have the courage to tell you sooner.”

“there’s nothing to forgive,” your head leans gently into his hand, enjoying the affection that you’ve been craving for so long. “i love you too, bilbo, so much.” you both leaned in and stole a tender kiss, finally able to indulge the way you deserved.

in the not-so-distant distance, the others were being their usual loud selves trying to watch you without letting you catch them. they weren’t doing that well of a job. you hear slightly muffled whoops and coin bags jingling as they’re swapped between the rest of the company. most of them were going to thorin despite the fireless grunts about cheating.

“the gall of those dwarves! they placed bets on us!” bilbo’s offended huff made you laugh. your hobbit admired the way your eyes scrunched, surprising even himself with the way he snags another kiss from your smiling lips. the courage of hobbits, indeed.

#year of idiots #year of themed creation #bilbo baggins x reader #the hobbit reader insert #the hobbit fanfiction #bilbo baggins #bilbo baggins imagine #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit trilogy #bilbo baggins reader insert

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quality-street-rat · 1 year

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Y/n: I just got a sudden burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before finally shutting down.

Bilbo: What???

Fili: Are you okay?

Y/n: No :D *promptly passes out*

#zip it matt #lotr #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #fili durin #armin x male reader #male self insert #vines

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luna-redamancy · 2 years

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Ok so imagine

Modern reader gets dropped into middle earth BUT it starts off with there two older siblings.

The oldest got turned into a dwarf and is in a relationship with thorin

The middle is an elf who is in a relationship with Thranduil

They all go about there lives and the quest with the siblings joined together again, they talk with the company about the youngest sibling, saying

“Oh there pretty week”

“They don’t do a lot “

“They can’t fight “ etc etc

But during the battle the reader (aka the youngest sibling) comes out of no wear and starts fighting like a badass, what are they? medusa, fucking snake hair and shit but also beating the shit out of orcs with a baseball bat.

Only to stop for a sec to flirt with bilbo because gen z eats potential death for breakfast.

After saying a quick hi to there stunned older siblings, there company (and Thranduil) the two are asked “who was that?” Also by a bashful bilbo.

“That was are little sister “

-bilbo “ so is she seeing anyone or????”

Hi Nonnie! I hope you enjoy it!:

The entire journey The Company’s heads were filled with lies. Murmurs of your incompetencies laced with venomed words of how you were not only a lazy person but a weak one as well.

“She didn’t really do much as a child,” Your oldest sibling, (O/S), told Thorin one night when he asked what had become of the youngest one.

“She took up mother’s time,” Your middle sibling, (M/S) told Thranduil as they rode horseback toward Dale.

They didn’t care what became of you, not even batting an eye when they awoke in the middle of a fantasy realm with magical powers. (O/S) somehow had powers of vibration, meaning they could feel things through the ground when things approached, the object’s own vibration of movement impacting the natural wavelength of the earth.

(M/S) obtained powers to control the currents. The movement and temperature of the waters around them.

“You don’t worry about them?” Bilbo inquired, noting the way (O/S)’s eyes narrowed at Bilbo, but he didn’t flinch as they tried to explain their lack of care for you.

“Well she was always a problem child, it’s nice to have some relief.”

If only they knew how honeyed lies were easily uncovered.

The Battle of The Five Armies was raging, sounds of death and victory yells upon killing an opponent were ringing in the air followed with the stench of bile, excrement, and oncoming decay.

It was chaos.

Bilbo did everything he could to avoid the violence, ducking under corners and hiding behind trees with his handy ring. But that didn’t stop this.

Bilbo gulped in air as he looked at the orc in front of him, blade to his throat. He grasped around in his pocket but it came up empty. He forgot he put the ring in his breast pocket the last time after using it.

Fighting the urge to not faint where he stood, Bilbo glared at the creature, getting prepared to do whatever he could to survive-

His ‘final thoughts’ moment was paused as a blunt object swung through the air, a sickening thud ringing in his ears as the Orc was hit from the side, going flying off as you landed before him.

“You’re gonna have to try harder, bub,” You glared, a smirk on your face as you swiveled to look at the hobbit that you saved.

“A hobbit? Out here?” You questioned, leaning closer. Your eyes were covered by what looked to be reflective glass, your hair looking like moving tendrils as the wind coursed through them–

Wait.

Bilbo blinked rapidly, moving a hand up to rub his eye as one of the snakes leaned towards him to curiously peer into his eyes.

“S…Snakes,” Bilbo said trembling for a new reason as you continued to lean closer.

“Y’know… You’re cute,” You hummed, reaching a hand up to brush your thumb over his bottom lip. “I may just have to keep ya,” You blissfully sighed, before remembering what you were in the middle of doing.

“Try and stay alive, cutie,” If it weren’t for your eyes causing people to be turned into stone, you would’ve winked.

“Seems like you want some of good ole’ Betsy too,” You rubbed your bat affectionately before locking eyes with another orc.

“Don’t worry, she makes death quick,” You glared before charging up your swing over your shoulder like you were aiming for a baseball and swung–

Down another orc went.

Bilbo could hear Thorin’s relieved yells as he spotted Bilbo, the group as well as Thorin’s One’s other sibling approaching.

“Who…Was that?” Bilbo felt breathless as hot adrenaline poured through his veins.

“Our sister,” The two siblings replied, disdain in their voices.

Turning to look at them, Bilbo raised a brow before looking back towards the way you left, a trail of dead orcs showing him clearly where you were headed.

“Is she being courted?” He asked simply, pursing his lips.

“Not that I know of-”

“You’re not seriously thinking-”

Rolling up his sleeves, Bilbo got a smirk on his face. “She is now!” He took off jogging in the direction you left, leaving the Company plus Thranduil and your siblings in a state of whiplash and shock.

“....What just happened?” Ori felt the need to ask, feeling lost as he followed Bilbo’s form until it was out of sight.

“Bilbo is going to have a missus, Ori,” Balin explained, a grin on his face.

“She doesn’t look lazy to me,” Ori voiced his opinion out loud, looking toward your two siblings.

“Well…-”

“I-”

Their excuses were cut off by the sound of you hollering a loud cheer, riding a troll’s head not too far away from them.

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kierancaz · 2 years

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I want to do a Legolas x Witcher reader thing but idk if anyone would be interested

I’m tore between making it a series or headcanons but I’m leaning towards series bc that’s just more fun to me lol

But like I need to know if anyone would actually read it bc if I post it and no one likes it I will get sad bro

#it would be like a witcher/lotr crossover + reader insert thing #so like just imagine ur favs from the witcher dropped into lotr-verse and they’re all lowkey pissed bc you keep sherking your witcher duties #for ✨adventure✨#this idea as been consuming my brain since I put the witcher on as background noise while I started reading lotr #and also a little bit of map meshing because that’s fun #oh and the witcher monsters would be in there as well #anyway main story would be Legolas and reader falling in love over the course of both the hobbit and lotr. might give reader a dragon too #house of the dragon has also been vaguely present in my mind #lucky for you I don’t know anything about GoT or HotD so I can’t incoperate it in here #if I did go the series route it would be a VERY long series #lord of the rings #the hobbit #lotr #legolas #lotr legolas #bilbo baggins #lotr aragorn #frodo baggins #lotr boromir #samwise gamgee #gandalf the grey #thorin oakenshield #gimli son of gloin #legolas greenleaf #legolas x y/n #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas thranduilion #merry brandybuck #pippin took

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rynneer · 7 months

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Blood of Durin

A reader-insert fanfiction.

She’s carrying his child.

Epilogue

An ending, and a beginning.

and oh where the road then takes me, i cannot tell. we came all this way, but now comes the day to bid you farewell

-The Last Goodbye, Billy Boyd

You didn’t realize how much you missed Rivendell until it appears in your sight once more. It’s sunnier and greener than you remember, even in the quickly fading light—though you mostly remember the nights in the valley.

Juniper wiggles in front of you. “We gonna see elves?” she asks, her eyes sparkling. Your hand darts forward to steady her in the saddle.

“Mostly we’re here to meet your Uncle Bilbo,” Fíli corrects. He pulls back on his pony’s reins, who’s trying to move forward and nip at the tail of Kíli’s pony. “I don’t care for elves.”

“Elves are bad?” Juniper furrows her brow. “But Tauri…” The young girl can’t quite form the name of Erebor’s newly-declared elvish ambassador yet.

“Fíli, we are not setting her against the elves. Don’t confuse her,” you scold. “We do like elves, Junie. Your adad just disagrees with them sometimes.”

Fíli snorts. Ahead, Kíli gives his brother a hard look over his shoulder from beside Tauriel. If the elf heard the exchange, which you know she did, she says nothing. However, when she moves aside a branch along the path, she lets it whip back into Fíli’s face. He nearly falls from his pony as he ducks to avoid it. You snicker.

“Hail!”

Your ears perk up at a call from up the path. You tap your horse’s sides to speed her up, nudging past Kíli.

A tall, dark-haired elf stand at the gates leading into the valley. Elrond nods at you, but his eyebrows crease when he spots Juniper. The little dwarfling doesn’t seem fazed, staring wide-eyed at the elf.

“Well met, Princes Fíli and Kíli of Erebor. Lady Y/N, good to see you again. And it is not often we see our Mirkwood kin this side of the mountains. Welcome to Rivendell,” Elrond sweeps his arm out, beckoning you forward.

Your party dismounts. You carefully place Juniper on the ground and take her hand.

Her eyes haven’t left Elrond. “He’s tall,” she whispers.

Fíli inclines his head coolly. “Hello, Lord Elrond. And it’s Princess Y/N now, actually,” Fíli corrects as you stroll deeper into the valley. He ruffles Juniper’s hair proudly. “This is our daughter, Juniper.”

That renders Elrond speechless. He looks from you, to Fíli, to Juniper toddling beside you. Kíli smirks at the elf’s dumbfounded expression.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter. “We wanted to surprise Bilbo—it didn’t occur to me that we shouldn’t surprise you as well.”

“And speaking of Bilbo…” Kíli points up at a low-hanging balcony, where a little figure paces.

You let go of Juniper’s hand and run up the stairs. “Bilbo!” you shout, seizing the hobbit in a tight hug.

He sputters out a muffled protest. With a grin, you bring him back down the steps and set him on the ground. He straightens his waistcoat, patting a tiny pocket. The gesture doesn’t escape you—he’s carrying the Ring.

“It’s good to see you too, Y/N,” he puffs out.

Kíli wraps him in a bear hug, lifting him off his feet. “Mister Boggins!” He puts him back down and gives an exaggerated bow. “Prince Kíli, at your service.”

Bilbo smiles. “And plain old Bilbo Baggins at yours. I’m terribly sorry I couldn’t make it for the coronation. Is Thorin…?” He looks past Kíli hopefully.

Fíli shakes his head. “He’ll be along in a few weeks,” he explains. “But we come with news.” He steps aside, revealing Juniper. The three-year-old is sucking her thumb.

You return to Fíli’s side and nudge her forward. “Bilbo, this is Juniper. Junie, this is your Uncle Bilbo, the one we told you stories about!”

“Uncle?” Bilbo questions. “I don’t know about uncle–” He stops as Juniper looks at him closely, then wraps her arms around his leg.

“Uncle Bi’bo!” she cries, fumbling over the l in his name.

“I suppose uncle is alright,” he finishes lamely.

Fíli claps him on the shoulder. “Good to see you, Master Burglar. Juniper, you can let go now.”

She plops down on her bottom instead.

“The stubbornness of dwarves,” you remark with a smile.

“I am sure you are weary after your travels. The table is already set if you would like to join us,” Elrond offers, observing the reunion.

That gets Juniper’s attention. She clambers to her feet and tugs on your riding pants. “Mama,” she whispers, as if telling you an important secret. “I’m hungry.”

You’ve been looking forward to this dinner for months. You sit with Fíli at the long banquet table, sipping on sweet wine and admiring the stars. Juniper is on Fíli’s lap, sneaking bites from his plate when he’s not looking. Tauriel and Kíli chat casually with a few elves you don’t recognize.

“She looks like Fíli,” Bilbo comments. The hobbit sits across from you, already on his third plate.

“Yeah, but Kíli’s been a bad influence on her. I couldn’t find her the other day, and you know where she was?” You pause for dramatic effect, folding your arms. “In the armory, with Kíli, ‘trying on’ armor and seeing if she could lift a sword. I swear, there’s two children running around the mountain with him around.”

Kíli flashes a mischievous smile at you from his seat next to Tauriel.

You roll your eyes. “So, what’ve you been getting up to? Any adventures?”

“Well…” Bilbo says slowly. “I wouldn’t call them adventures, but I’ve been going on a great deal more trips outside the borders of the Shire. Just to Bree and such places. You see, I don’t believe any adventure will ever compare to my first.”

“Don’t be so sure,” you remark, swirling your wine around.

“And Thorin, how is he?”

“Oh, he grumbles, but he’s mostly savoring being back home–”

“And giving me all the work!” Fíli butts in with a wink.

You swat at his arm. “I think he still can’t believe it, you know? He spent so long away from home that it doesn’t seem real.”

“And… and you?” Bilbo asks quietly. “You’ve, ah, you’ve been away from home quite a long while now.” His gaze is kind, if concerned.

Under the table, Fíli’s hand finds yours and gives it a squeeze. You haven’t had to answer that question in such a long time, you’re not sure what the answer even is.

You give it some thought. “I’ll put it this way,” you sigh. “In my world—my old world—everyone has to leave the nest at some point. Everyone has to find their way in life, find a new home. And… everyone has to deal with losing family, sometimes friends.”

Another squeeze.

“I guess I just did it earlier than most, and more permanently than most.” You pause, eyes sweeping the table, from Kíli, to Tauriel, to Juniper, to Fíli. “And I’ve found my own new, weird family here.”

“Mama,” Juniper leans over and pulls on your hair, interrupting your musings. “Mama!”

You give Bilbo an apologetic smile. “Yes, little sprout?”

She just yawns in response.

You reach over and lift her from her father’s arms. “Looks like someone’s ready to turn in for the evening,” you comment. “Good night, Bilbo.” Shifting Juniper onto your hip, you put a hand on Fíli’s shoulder. “Join me later, my love?”

He smiles and pecks you on the lips. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You’re awoken by a gentle hand. You squint against the moonlight with a groan. Fíli stands over you.

“What is it?” you mumble, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“It’s one a.m.” Fíli is smiling mischievously. “I was wondering if you would join me for a walk?”

“What?”

He waves a hand towards the window. “It’s a beautiful night in Rivendell, and no one’s around…” he wiggles his eyebrows at you and extends his hand.

You stare at him as your mind slowly processes his request.

Oh. Oh.

With your own sly smile you take his hand. He pulls you from bed and you take the same path to the river you’d taken four years ago. You breathe in deeply, savoring the warm summer air. Everything seems a little more vibrant in Rivendell, a little crisper. The placid river stretches before you, starlight glimmering on the surface. But this time, instead of sitting down on the rocks, Fíli immediately pushes you into the water. You come back up with a sputter and shake out your hair.

“Revenge is sweet,” he declares.

You cross your arms and pout. “Get in here, you asshole.”

He pulls his nightshirt off with a grin and kicks off his pants, leaving him in just his braies. You duck when he jumps in, nearly sending you back under with a wall of water.

“Ssh!” you hiss. “They’ll hear us!”

Fíli doesn’t heed your warning, splashing water at your face.

“I swear, you’re no better than a twelve-year-old,” you laugh, splashing him back, and putting up a hand as a shield when he keeps up the fight.

He grabs your wrist, then the other when you raise it as well. With both your hands trapped, all you can do is squirm helplessly. Fíli smirks, using the opening to lean in and brush his lips against yours. “Bringing back memories?” he breathes.

“Not quite,” you reply softly. “I kissed you first.”

“Blast. Thought I remembered it perfectly.” He gently pushes you toward the shore, and you let him. “But I do remember you had a naughty idea…” Fíli hoists you onto the bank and pulls himself out. Before you can say anything, you’re scooped up in his arms and carried back to your chambers. He doesn’t even stop to grab his discarded clothing, which you’re sure will be an awkward discussion in the morning. Fíli gets straight to work, slowly peeling off your soaked nightclothes. You shiver as the air kisses your wet skin. Fíli grabs the blanket and wraps you in it, pushing you onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” You inhale sharply as he eagerly pulls your hips towards him.

“I want another one,” he growls, nipping at your neck.

“Just one more. Maybe two,” you concede with a giggle. “I’ll have to invent Middle Earth birth control if we keep coming here. Rivendell’s practically an aphrodisiac.”

But you give in, pausing only to roll on top of Fíli and envelop him in the blanket as well. His skin is warm under your lips, and ever so slightly rough. You let his hands wander up and down your legs, your back, gently caressing your curves. Your nails dig into his shoulders with pleasure when he nibbles on your ear.

“You’re even more beautiful than when I first saw you,” Fíli murmurs.

“Shut up and get to it,” you whisper.

And the only sound in the valley is soft panting as you relive that night from a lifetime ago.

In years to come, they’ll sing songs about you. The queen of the dwarves, who came from a strange land and brought with her a book of prophecy. A daughter of Man who lived the long life of a dwarf, mother of the revived line of Durin. Who advised King Thorin in the War of the Ring, urging him to send a delegation to Rivendell, and join the forces of Gondor before the Black Gate. And who died a peaceful death shortly after her king, passing the throne to her eldest daughter.

And oh, how wonderful the songs will be.

#fanfiction #fili x reader #fili x you #kíli #fíli #reader insert #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #rivendell #blood of durin #epilogue #elrond #ao3 fic

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