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lathalea · 5 months

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THAUC23: Scattered Through Time

This is a story written by @joyfullynervouscreator and yours truly for this years' THAUC event organized by @fellowshipofthefics. Enjoy!

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Scattered Through Time

Relationships: Dís/Dís's Wife Rating: G Warnings: bring tissues Author's notes: Time is merciless. It devours every single thing it meets on its way… almost. Somehow, a handful of memories remained. Once, they formed a kaleidoscope of life, full of shapes and colours. Now, they resemble a handful of stained glass pieces scattered on the bleak fabric of the past.

These are the letters between Dís, daughter of Thràin, and her beloved wife, Víli.

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My gleam of golden treasure,

I found your gift; snuck into my pocket during our final soft goodbye? You have a skilled hand with the chisel, even if you claim it not so, and I can only hope to match the swell of love I felt when I pulled the stone from my pocket with one that my words may pull from you.

I miss you, I love you.

I will return to you.

I swear it.

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My Princess,

My betrothed,

It is such an honour to address you with these words. I am touching my betrothal braid and can feel the pattern you plaited as if it was today and not six days ago!

And now we are apart and I will not see you for three more days… It feels like an eternity. And to think we are to be wedded in seven months! If you were here with me, in the deep mines, you would laugh and call me “too impatient for my own good”. Yes, yes, good things are worth waiting for — but you are the best one, a true treasure, and I simply cannot wait until the day we become One before Mahal the Creator.

I still cannot believe my happiness. Or... do I dare to write “our happiness”, my Princess? Our. You and me. A daughter of kings from a legendary kingdom, a descendant of Durin himself, and a simple Broadbeam lass from the mines. A story I would not believe from the greatest of bards, and yet… Sometimes I wake up in the morning and wonder if I am dreaming a beautiful dream… I am dreaming of the way you smile when you look at me, so tenderly…

… of the afternoons we spend together, when I listen to you speaking of yet another problem with that latest contract and your clever solution…

… of the way your hair shines in the firelight, or the way your eyes light up when I show you a new block of carving stone…

… of the softness of your lips and the way your hand feels in mine as we walk through the newly constructed corridors of your city… our city.

And of the way you whisper my name.

I love, adore, and worship every single thing about you, Dís. My perfect princess.

If it is indeed a dream, I refuse to open my eyes! The only thing I wish to do is to take you in my arms and hold you close until the end of days, my beloved. My wife-to-be.

Forever yours,

Víli

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arofili · 10 months

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lord of the rings ladies week day three | dwarrowdams | dís and her ancestresses | @lotrladiessource

Thordís and Eydís were sisters of the Line of Durin. In the ancient tradition of their foremothers, they were each simply given the name “Dís” upon their birth, with a unique prefix added when they came of age. According to their mother Arndís, this custom stretched back to Alfdís, daughter and heir of Durin I the Deathless himself. Thordís received her name for her boisterous, thunderous laughter, while Eydís earned hers for her cleverness and good luck. The sisters each married into Longbeard royalty, Thordís wedding Prince Thráin II and eventually becoming his queen, and Eydís wedding Prince Náin of the Iron Hills. Thordís had three children: Thorin II Oakenshield, Frerin, and a daughter, once more named only Dís. Eydís bore only one child, Dáin II Ironfoot, and the cousins were fast friends in their youth. But when the dragon came, Thordís was slain, and her children dispossessed from their kingdom. Thus it was that Dís daughter of Thordís had no mother to name her when she came of age, and in honor of her fallen mother she refused to take a prefix altogether. Shortly after the Fall of Erebor, both Frerin and Náin were killed in the Battle of Azanulbizar, where Thorin and Dáin won great renown. Though Eydís remained in the Iron Hills, she never forgot those she lost, and when Thorin called upon Dáin for aid in his Quest to reclaim Erebor, she urged her son to heed his call. Alas, Thorin died in the resulting battle, leaving Dáin to inherit the throne. Then at last Eydís reunited with Dís her niece, last of her siblings, and offered her a new name: Freydís, for her noble courage in the face of much hardship. This name she accepted in her heart, though to all others she was yet known only as Dís, daughter of Thráin.

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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 Ten: Dear Theodosia

For the ultimate experience, please imagine Dís with an Irish accent.

we’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make things right for you.

–Dear Theodosia, Leslie Odom Jr. and Lin Manuel-Miranda

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird—oh Juniper, please don’t cry!” you whisper, pressing your daughter’s head to your shoulder to muffle her cries as you gently bounce her around. She doesn’t listen, wailing into your nightgown. The flickering candlelight casts an eerie, two-headed shadow onto the stone wall of the nursery. Not for the first time, your gaze sweeps the room around you, desperately looking for anything that could calm the crying baby. Middle Earth, and certainly Erebor, isn’t exactly rich in stuffed animals or baby rattles. Juniper is already wrapped in a soft blanket, her diaper is clean, and she refuses your breast. You’re at a loss, softly singing any lullaby you can think of.

“Having trouble, lass?” Dís enters from the hall behind you, closing the door quietly behind her. Her raven and silver hair is disheveled, marriage braid half unraveled.

“I’m so sorry Dís, I didn’t mean to wake anyone,” you groan.

Dís smiles tiredly, holding out her arms. “You didn’t. Let me see the little one,” she beckons. “Come now, wee berry, come to sigin’amad.” [grandmother]

You wearily shift Juniper into Dís’s arms. She keeps crying. You collapse into the rocking chair by her crib. “I don’t get it—she’s clean, she’s fed, she’s warm, she’s too old for colic… nothing helps!”

“And where’s her adad on this fine, fine evening?“

You rub your face. “Out like a light. He’s worked himself half to death preparing for the coronation tomorrow, and worried himself the other half to death.”

Dís squints at Juniper’s face, then tuts. “Ah, the poor lass. She’s cutting her teeth. Here.” She deposits Juniper back into your arms and crosses over to the window. Dís parts the curtains and swings the glass panes open, letting in a blast of freezing November air.

You clutch Juniper close with a shiver, but the older woman hardly seems fazed as she leans out into the wind. All the dwarves seem to be like that—immune to the increasingly frigid winds that swirl around the mountain as winter descends. She grunts, then retreats, slamming the window closed again. “There you are,” she says, placing a cold, wet object in your hand. It’s a small icicle wrapped in a handkerchief.

“‘Tis an old trick. Rub it on her gums, it’ll numb them right up.” She taps Juniper’s nose lightly. “If she’s anything like her father, she’ll be back to sleep before you know it.”

Juniper writhes and wails even louder as you touch the cloth to her lips. You wince when you hear a low moan from the neighboring room.

“Not like that, you’ve got to let her suckle on it. I’ll show you.” Dís takes Juniper back, doubling up the cloth around the ice and sticking it in her mouth. She whimpers, but starts suckling quietly.

“You’re a lifesaver, Dís,” you sigh, rubbing your brow in exhaustion. “I have no clue what I’m doing.”

“No one does, lass,” Dís reassures you. “Besides, there’s never been a child born of a dwarf and a daughter of Man. I’d be surprised if you knew what to do.”

“I just… I thought there’d be some sort of instinct, you know? But every time she cries it’s like I’m back at square one.” You bury your face in your hands, fighting back tears of stress and exhaustion. “I wish my mom was here. I’m too young for this.”

Your mother-in-law frowns. “Too young? What do you mean by that, my dear?”

You blink and raise your head. “Dís… did Fíli ever tell you how old I am?”

“I know better than to inquire of a woman’s age. I figured you couldn’t be any older than Kíli.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” you sigh. “Dís. I’m still in my early twenties.”

Dís whips her head up in shock. “Mahal, you’re just a child yourself! And Fíli took you into his bed?!”

Your face pulses with heat. “It was my bed. And my idea…” you mumble. An awkward silence ensues.

After an eternity, a warm hand squeezes your shoulder. “Let me tell you a secret.”

You blink up at the dwarf.

“All those tales of parents knowing exactly what to do when their little ones are born? Poppycock,” she asserts. “You and Fíli are a team, and you’ll figure it out.”

“Thank you, Dís,” you whisper.

It’s quiet again, but a comfortable quiet. Juniper’s tiny lips smack against the cloth, and she makes contented little babbling noises as her mouth numbs.

“What was that song you were singing to your wee one earlier?” Dís asks finally.

“Mm? Oh, just an old lullaby my mom used to sing when I was a kid.” You start to hum it softly. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word, Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.” The memory makes you chuckle. “Sometimes she would stop, and remind me never to give jewelry to a baby, because they might choke on it.”

“Sounds like a wise woman.”

“She was. She is,” you whisper thickly. “I miss home so much, Dís. I miss my mom, my dad, my friends… They have no idea what happened to me—they probably think I’m dead!” The tears you’d held back earlier return, flowing thick and fast as you sob quietly into your hands. “My dad didn’t get to give me away, my mom wasn’t there to hold my hand when I gave birth…”

Dís watches you silently. Then, she pulls a little stool next to the chair and sits, shifting Juniper into the crook of her arm and rubbing your back with her free hand. “I won’t lie and tell you I understand exactly how you feel,” she murmurs. “I don’t think anyone can. But I know what it’s like to have to leave your home and raise a child in a strange land. Nothing I can say will make it any easier, I know that. All I can tell you is that you are just as loved by us—by Fíli, by Kíli, by Thorin, and by me—as you were loved by your family. As you are loved by your family,” she declares firmly.

You sniff and look up at Dís. Her face is tired and worn, like Thorin’s, but wise and kind, too. “Thank you, Dís. Again. I don’t what I’d do without you here to help.”

Dís smiles and bounces her granddaughter around. “She looks just like Fíli did as a babe,” she observes after a while, looking at you warmly. “She’s got your eyes, though. I’m sure she’ll be a beauty, just like her mother.”

“I hope she’s tall enough,” you murmur. “I got made fun of for being so short.”

Dís snorts. “You’ve got what, a good four, five inches over Fíli? Besides, us Durins are all of good stature. I’m sure you’ve nothing to fret about.”

“I always did fall for the tall ones,” you comment. It’s strange, in a nice way, to be one of the taller ones around—you stand even with Thorin and Dís, who tower over many of the other dwarves. Fíli and Kíli also stand almost a head higher than most.

Juniper squirms sleepily. Dís stands and gently places her back in your arms. “There’s your little sprout,” she whispers.

Your heart melts as you look at your daughter’s face. Honey-colored waves spill across her forehead. Her brow is pinched as she suckles on the melting ice, looking just like Fíli in deep thought. You trace a finger lightly down her face, following the pronounced downward curve of her nose. Her chin is a bit fuzzier than you’d expect, but to Kíli’s dismay, she’s yet to show any sign of growing a proper, little dwarf beard.

“What was Fíli like as a kid?” you ask softly, rocking your daughter as her eyelids droop.

“An absolute terror,” Dís replies with a wry smile. She’s looking at Juniper, but her eyes are far away. “I’m lucky Thorin was around to keep him from killing himself. Did he ever tell you of the time he got stuck in a tree after climbing up to escape a cross nanny goat?” Her laugh is deep and hearty.

You laugh in return. “He told me that was Kíli! Guess his brother had to learn it from somewhere.” But thinking about it, Dís’s words make you pause. “You said you were lucky Thorin was around. Was their dad…?” Dead? Absent? You trail off, not sure what you’re asking. All you know is that Thorin raised them.

Dís shakes her head. “Fíli was just barely four. I didn’t even know I was with child with Kíli when he rode off to battle with Thorin.” Her eyes cloud. A pang of guilt hits you, making her remember it. “I was so excited to tell him when he returned—another little one for the family. But as soon as I saw Thorin’s face, I knew. His body was slung over the back of Thorin’s pony. I could scarcely recognize him.”

Your throat tightens. “Fíli never told me.”

“He’d have no reason to. He was so young, he hardly remembers him. Thorin was always the one there for him. Taught him to ride, to forge a blade, to wield it. No one was surprised when he chose him for his heir.”

“But wouldn’t you be next in line for the throne?”

Water begins to drip down the front of your daughter’s nightgown. Dís bends over and and gently pries the wet cloth from Juniper’s mouth, wiping her thumb along the sleeping child’s lips. “Me? Ah, no. He offered, but I was never one for politics. Now that we’re home again, I’ve got all I need. I’m so proud of my boys.” Her eyes glow, and she lays a gentle hand on your shoulder, leaning down and tapping her forehead against yours. “And my girls.”

The door between the nursery and your chambers creaks open softly. A shirtless Fíli stumbles in, his steps and eyes still heavy with sleep, hair sticking up at odd angles. “Everything alright?” he mumbles blearily. He rubs at his eyes and holds out his hands for Juniper.

You stand and deposit the child in her father’s arms. She stirs and blinks, waving her hands at Fíli’s mustache braids.

Fíli smiles, eyes softening as he rocks her. “She looks just like Y/N,” he murmurs, ducking his head to nuzzle her. “Her lips, her eyes, her little freckles…”

Your heart swells so much you think it might burst as you watch your husband cradle his daughter. He sinks into the rocking chair, softly singing Misty Mountains. You sit down on the stool next to him, folding your nightgown underneath you as a cushion from the rough wood.

“I’m going to go back to bed,” Dís says, observing the three of you wrapped up in each other in quiet contentment. “You three get some rest before the ceremony.” She plants a kiss on each of your heads, but before she can leave, Fíli grabs her skirt.

“Amad,” he says quietly. “Thank you.”

She smiles and slips into the hallway, closing the door gently.

Juniper’s fists, clutching the yellow curls on her father’s chest, loosen as she begins to ease back into sleep.

“One day, we’ll tell you all it took to get here,” Fíli whispers hoarsely. “We’ll tell you how your mother woke up here, how brave she was, how we fell in love, how we won the mountain back so you could have a proper home.” His free arm curls around your shoulders, thick and warm.

You rest your head against him, taking up the song again. “To find our long forgotten gold,” you sing softly, reaching over to brush aside Juniper’s own golden hair. “I’ve got all the gold I want right here.”

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lotrandthehobbitwritings · 2 months

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My Prince

Pairing: Fíli x (fem!) Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mention of blood, death

Words: 1680

The lands were painted in dark red blood. Elven blood, dwarven blood, men blood, and orc blood. There were thousands of deaths. Many were slayed during the battle, giving their life to fight against Azog the Defiler and his armies. You only arrived after, not knowing who of your kin were alive or killed. All you knew was that the battle for Erebor has been won, and that Azog has been killed. You and the others of your kin had no more information on the matter. And so, the road from the Blue Mountains to Erebor felt endless. But once you stepped down your pony and saw the ravages the war did to the lands, you felt your throat tighten. Was your father still alive? Or did he give his life protecting his kin. You took a deep breath and felt a hand rest on your shoulder. Hand which you could immediately recognize as your mother’s.

‘’Do not worry daul [daughter], all will be well.’’

You nodded, thrusting your mother’s words, but deep down the worry was still very present. You and your kin walked towards the entrance of the mountain. You had to hold back to not run. In front of you, you could see Dís was walking quickly. She was looking around, most likely sad to see her home destroyed. But other things were troubling her. Just like everyone else, she wondered if her family survived. She had more reasons than most to worry, as her older brother and two sons fought to regain their homeland. As you walked closer, you heard a familiar voice calling out for the royal princess. It was Dwalin. He embraced Dís and smiled softly at her.

‘’Where are they?’’ she asked, worry obviously showing in her voice.

‘’Mother’’ you heard one of her sons say.

You turned your head and your eyes laid on the eldest prince. The blond haired, blue-eyed son of Durin. Fíli. Dís was quick to embrace her son, after not seeing him for almost two years she probably dreamed of that moment for a long time. You watch as she put her hand on her son’s cheek, and she looked at Dwalin again. No words were spoken, yet everyone understood. Dís lost her balance and let out a loud sob. Fíli was quick to get a hold of his mother and teared up as well.

‘’This can’t be happening!’’ the pained mother cried out.

‘’Dís..’’ Dwalin said with a sympathetic look on his face. ‘’I’m so sorry.. We did all we could to save them..’’

The princess cried, holding her eldest son tightly. You felt tears fill your eyes, you being the same age as her youngest son Kíli meant you grew up with him. You spent most of your time with him, for so many years and now in the blink of an eye, all those moments became memories.

‘’And what about the others..?’’ you heard a voice behind you ask.

‘’We’re alright’’ you heard Dori say.

The remaining of the company stepped forward and you watched nervously until you could see your father.

‘’Bofur’’ your mother said out of relief.

Your father ran to you and quickly embraced you and your mother, holding you close to him. Your mother let out a sob as she held your father tightly, saying how scared she was. You listened as they talked, crying silently against your father’s chest. Your felt a hand on your head and looked up.

‘’My little girl.. How happy I am to finally be able to see you again’’

‘’I am too father’’

He kissed your head before kissing your mother. Families gathered and you looked towards Dís and Fíli. You couldn’t help but feel terrible for them. While you were there being hugged by your father, they were mourning their loss. They lost a brother, a son and an uncle. Dís was inconsolable and Fíli tried his best to remain strong for his mother.

A few hours went by, Balin took Dís somewhere else to make her some herbal tea in hopes it would allow her to calm down a little. Most of the company then took chores to try and get the place cleaner. Now this would take weeks to get back in order but as Dwalin said, the faster they begin the faster they could call this place home again. Everyone gathered up in the main entrance to tidy it up. The men were using their strength to pick up the heavy stones and move them out of the way, while the rest were sweeping. As you swept you saw Fíli in an empty corner of the room, working on smaller stones on his own. You made your way to him silently to not startle him, which failed as you were too silent.

‘’e am Birashagammi -ê uzbad-dashat [I am sorry my prince], I did not mean to startle you’’

‘’Please call me Fíli’’ he said with a small smile.

You nodded and watched as he bent over to pick up a stone that seemed too heavy for a single person to lift.

‘’Let me help’’ you said as you walked closer.

You bent over and helped him lift the stone before placing it in the wheelbarrow.

‘’Thank you’’ the prince said.

‘’Of course’’ you answered.

Fíli looked around and let out a small sigh not thinking you heard him. Which left him surprised when you asked if everything was ok.

‘’Oh, I did not think you would hear me’’ he said with a sad smile.

‘’Sorry’’

‘’Don’t be, it’s ok’’

You both stayed silent for a little bit until you spoke up.

‘’I’m sorry about Thorin and Kíli..’’

Fíli looked at you and gave a sad smile.

‘’We fought for what we thought right.. It’s part of the game..’’

‘’But you didn’t have to suffer as much’’ you said while gently grabbing his hands.

The young prince silently looked at his hands in yours. You quickly let go of his hands while apologizing, thinking you did something wrong. But Fíli was quick to grab your hands again.

‘’Let’s head outside for some fresh air, I think it would be great’’ he said, to which you agreed.

You both walked outside, immediately feeling lighter as the fresh autumn breeze hit your face. The wind made yours and Fíli’s hair dance. His blonde locks were going in every direction the wind led them to.

‘’You know.. I’ve always been prepared to be king as I was my uncle’s heir.. But I was never prepared for it to happen this way’’

You looked at him.

‘’I’m sorry Fíli, truly I am..’’

‘’Thank you.. It won’t be easy to carry on the line of Durin, especially all that happened.. But I know my uncle trained me well, and I have my mother by my side’’

You nodded.

‘’And you have everyone else too, they all will guide you to be the great king you were always destined to be’’

Fíli agreed and thanked you for your kindness.

‘’Of course’’

‘’You’ve always been so kind to us’’ he added, which made you smile.

You turned your head to look at the dwarf prince, only to see he was looking at you already. You felt your cheeks heat up from the shyness. Fíli got closer and moved hair out of your face. You looked at his deep blue eyes, so beautiful they reminded you of the sea. You felt him gently put his hand on your cheek as he observed every small details of you up close. You took the opportunity to do the same thing. And without even thinking, you both got closer until his nose touched yours. Fíli took a quick glance at your lips before kissing you sweetly, holding your cheek still. You put your hand on his arm as your lips danced with his, in such a perfect harmony it was almost as this wasn’t your first kiss. The young prince brought you closer and deepened the kiss, setting his other hand on your side. The kiss seemed to go on forever, not that you minded as you didn’t want it to end. It took a few more seconds for you two to break the kiss to get air back.

‘’I have been waiting so long for this’’ Fíli said against your lips.

‘’I have too’’

‘’Really?’’ he asked.

You nodded shyly.

‘’Well then, would you do me the honor to become my queen?’’

‘’I gladly would, my king’’

[One year later]

Fíli was crowned king a few days after the battle and you were crowned queen, his queen. Now a year later and on this very day, marked a year since the battle for Erebor. It would also mark for something very important in yours and Fíli’s lives.

‘’Get a cold cloth, now!’’ Fíli yelled before looking at you.

You closed your eyes, feeling weaker and weaker.

‘’Stay with me amrâlimê [my love]’’ your husband said while he applied the cloth to your forehead.

You opened your eyes again and looked at him, a single tear falling from your eye. Fíli wiped it and grabbed your hand with his free one.

‘’You’re so good, you’re doing great’’

It took a few more minutes and you felt light, as if you were about to lose consciousness. But then you heard it. The piercing cries of your baby. Fíli smiled and kissed your hand.

‘’You did it, it’s over’’

You looked over at your baby, who was being cleaned by the nurses.

‘’Congratulations my lord’’ one of them said while handing you your baby. ‘’It’s a healthy little boy’’

Fíli’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at your son, who had a head full of dark hair like yours.

‘’hu kana splendarr [he (is) so beautiful]’’ he said with a big smile on his face.

You looked at your husband and laid your head on his shoulder as he sat besides you carefully, wrapping an arm around you.

‘’Welcome to the world, Kíli II’’ Fíli whispered while rubbing your son’s head gently.

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 1 year

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Die Sache mit der Herkunft

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

by Philiweasley

German is my first language. But when the wish is present I can translate the story from German to English

(Hobbit und Harry Potter Crossover) Phílomena Imógen und Percíval Ignatíus sind Kinder Durins, die wegen eines Missgeschick in Hogwarts gelandet sind. Um nicht aufzufallen, spielen sie die verschollenen Kinder von Molly und Arthur Weasley. Und als wäre das Schicksal gegen sie, sind genau diese Zwei sogar ihre Geburtseltern, wie es umgangssprachlich bei den Zwergen heißt. Nun, als Philomens und Percival Weasley getarnt, wollen die Zwillinge lediglich nach Hause.

Words: 4151, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Deutsch

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Percy Weasley, Dís (Tolkien), Dís's Husband, Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien)

Relationships: Balin & Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield, Dís & Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield, Percy Fili Kíli thorin and oc

Additional Tags: Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Family, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Brother-Sister Relationships, Percy Weasley is not an Idiot, Fíli and Kíli have a sister, Thorin says he isn't a father but he is, Dís is a great mother, An crossover between the hobbit and Harry Potter, Family Angst, Durin Family Angst (Tolkien), Durin Family (Tolkien)

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

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year

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Die Sache mit der Herkunft

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WDNvmB

by Philiweasley

German is my first language. But when the wish is present I can translate the story from German to English

(Hobbit und Harry Potter Crossover) Es war nicht so, dass sie Hogwarts hassten. Auch die Freunde an ihrer Seite waren toll. Aber wie hieß es bekanntlich: Zuhause ist es noch am schönsten. Oder um es mit Kílis Worten zu unterstreichen: geliebtes Heim, Glück alleine. Phílomena konnte nur Schnauben. Jetzt, wünschten sich Percy und sie nichts mehr, als diesen Spruch noch einmal zuhören.

Words: 4151, Chapters: 2/?, Language: Deutsch

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Hobbit - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Percy Weasley, Dís (Tolkien), Dís's Husband, Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien)

Relationships: Balin & Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield, Dís & Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Oakenshield, Percy Fili Kíli thorin and oc

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WDNvmB

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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dyingroses · 2 years

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Thorin: *holding baby Kili* I do hope the labor wasn't too hard

Dís: I think I called the midwife a "cunt"

Thorin: *laughs* *kisses Dís on the forehead*

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fishfingersandscarves · 2 years

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semesters' out i'm finally free to doodle the sad @determamfidd

#my art #fishfingersandscarves #the hobbit #tolkien #determamfidd #sansûkh #sansukh #illustration #bilbo baggins #dis daughter of fris #sons of durin #dís #bilbo

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shipsicle · 3 years

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Dís of the Royal Line of Durin - Sister.

#dís #line of durin #orcrist #daughter of thrain #the hobbit #fanart #my art #I love drawing her

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mrkida-art · 2 years

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I believe there is at least one clan that is a matriarchy with a strong line of queens. Perhaps one of the seven dwarven forefathers only had daughters, and since then a queen has always ruled that tribe.

Sorry for the very late reply! I really wanted to sit down and write a proper reply to this so that’s why it ended up on the backburner for me. I have a lot of thoughts about this and I wanted to write them down, and disclaimer, I’m not the best writer.

Buuut here we go, in my head, all dwarven societies are in fact mostly matriarchal with completely different gender roles (or lack thereof) compared to the other races of Middle Earth. What is written in the legendarium is written from an outsider’s perspective, where all known dwarves except Dís are supposedly male because this is what is the norm for most societies in Middle Earth. But this isn’t true. What causes a lot of confusion is that all dwarves will use mostly he/him pronouns when in company of non dwarves. Most of their names are not gendered either, this means that to an outsider, what appears as a list of male kings is in fact not so. Dwarrowdam/non-binary Kings is a common thing in their society.

Dwarrowdams are not as rare as we might think, Dwarrowdams are generally both taller and heavier (due to muscle mass) than their peers, where the tallest dams can be found among the Longbeards (Dís for example is taller than both her sons as well as her brother). With a similar build to the other dwarves, combined with their height, size and beards, it can be extremely hard for an outsider to tell when they are in fact in the presence of a dwarrowdam. To be informed about a dwarf’s true pronoun is considered a great honor for an outsider, one which is rarely given. Even a King will generally not reveal their true nature to allies of another race, unless they have a very close relationship to said allies. This has in turn aided the notion that all dwarven kings and lords are male.

Among Durin’s folk, the title of heir goes to the first born no matter their gender. So does the title of King and Lord. But there are clans where such titles are only granted to daughters, this is for example common practice to the sibling clans of Ered Luin (The Broadbeams and Firebeards). This could suggest that their founding fathers were in fact dams themselves.

#dwarrowdams #my headcanons #replies

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