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Flower Crowns - Dwalin X Female (Baggins) Reader

Title: Flower Crowns

Dwalin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Company, Ori, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin (Mentioned), Bomber (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Bilbo, Bard (Mentioned), Bard's kids (Mentioned), Alfrid (Mentioned), and the Mirkwood Elves (including Legolas and Tauriel (Mentioned))

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 5,252

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence/weapons/death/etc, Reader is Bilbo's sister, misunderstandings, broody Dwalin, blood, injuries, nicknames, crying (brief), orcs, death, Ones, giant spiders, movie reference to a different movie (bonus points for those who get it), yelling, angst, and fluff

Trudging up the path with a woven basket of homemade muffins, you made your way up to Bilbo's home. You were a bit late. You were supposed to be at Bilbo's over an hour ago, but you had misjudged when you'd finish your muffins. And you knew how much Bilbo loved your muffins, so you were sure he wouldn't be too annoyed by your tardiness after eating a muffin or two.

Stopping at the door, you let out a small huff before knocking on the round door... Only to receive no answer. You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows before just entering. Pushing the door closed behind you, you heard voices from somewhere else in the Hobbit hole, confusing you even more. Had Bilbo invited others to dinner?

"Bilbo?" You called out, beginning to wander over towards the voices that quickly stopped after you spoke.

But before you could say anything more, Bilbo popped out into the hallway, rushing over to you. "Y/N, I believe we'll have to reschedule dinner." He spoke, rushed as he tried turning you around.

Your frown deepened as you twisted around in his hold, your eyes staring at the circular entrance of the dining room, "What do you mean? Who have you invited over?" Your curiosity was peaked now, and you wanted answers.

"Nothing! No one! Lovely seeing you!" Bilbo exclaimed, pushing you backward towards the door, ready to get you out. But before he could, you ducked out of his arms and sped towards the dining room.

You skidded to a halt at the entrance, eyes widening as your jaw dropped slightly. Bilbo sighed, rubbing his face with both of his hands before walking over and standing beside you. Eyes glued to the surprise visitors, you leaned over to Bilbo slightly; eyes unmoving from the surprise guests, "Bilbo... Why do you have thirteen Dwarves and a wizard in your dining room?"

~~~

And that was how you got roped into traveling alongside Bilbo, Gandalf, and the rest of the Company. Gandalf somehow convinced Thorin that having a second Hobbit would benefit the Company. And, unlike your brother, you wanted to go with them. You had read so many books about adventure and heard so many stories... You wanted to get out into the world and go on adventures that you had read in those books.

During the first few days of the journey to The Lonely Mountain, you became friends with most, if not all, of the Company. Kili and FIli, for example - the two youngest members of the Company - took you under their wing. When Thorin allowed the Company to rest, they would teach you how to defend yourself. Most lessons usually turned into fooling around most of the time, despite Thorin's grumblings. Fili and Kili were fun people to be around. They never failed to make you laugh, which was welcomed when having to face orcs and goblins almost daily.

Balin was like a father figure to you, always giving worldly and wise advice. Bomber often let you help in the making of breakfast and dinner. Ori, the sweetest of the bunch, would tell you stories, which you eagerly accepted to listen to every time. It gave you something to look forward to. And Oin, when free to do so, would teach you the basics of healing; showing you what herbs and plants worked best for certain ailments, which ones should be avoided, and so on.

You enjoyed each member of the Company's presence, but Thorin and Dwalin were the only two who hardly spoke a word to you. You weren't sure whether it was because they believed you didn't belong in the company, or because they were just not talkers. You hoped it was the latter.

But between the two, you really liked Dwalin. You liked his gruff demeanor - the brooding look on his face - and in addition, you really found him attractive. His muscular build, strong arm muscles, and dark hair; not to mention the tattoos on his arms - you wondered what their stories were. It surprised you, in the beginning, when you finally let the realization sink in. Even Bilbo, the only one that you had told about this attraction - you didn't fully trust Kili and Fili with the information - Bilbo was shocked, to say the least.

~~~

Walking with Kili and Fili, you snatched up bundles of flowers as you went, weaving and braiding them together into a crown. You had already made one for yourself, and Fili and Kili were quite invested in your creative, colorful craft.

"Where did you learn to create such things?" Fili asked as he watched you bend down, snatching up another flower from the grassy ground.

You shrugged, tying off another flower, "In Hobbiton, of course, Fili, dear," You began, fixing some of the flowers before continuing, "In originality, my mother taught me." You finished, weaving another flower into the crown.

"How does one make such intricate designs?" Kili then asked, twisting the stem of a flower between his fingers in thought.

You smiled back at him, "Well, it is quite simple, Kili, dear," You began, "You just have to braid the stems of the flowers together. Simple really." You answered, spying on Dwalin near the front of the line - just behind Thorin, you glanced over at the two Princes' beside you, "I'll be just a moment." You spoke before jogging over.

Your smile widened as you matched Dwalin's pace once by his side. Looking over and up at him, he didn't acknowledge your presence. It never bothered you, him ignoring you... You understood that Dwalin was not the type of person to just chit-chat, especially when there were bigger things to do and worry about. Lonely Mountain speaking.

Finishing the flower crown in your hands, you offered it up to the Dwarf, a bright smile on your face. "I made this for you." You explained softly, the flower crown - made of yellow, white, and red wildflowers - sitting in your hands.

Dwaling stopped, and so did the rest of the Company. You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over you - all eyes on the two of you - watching as Dwalin slowly turned his head to look down at you, to the crown, and back. And for a moment, you thought that you saw something flash in his eyes, something that wasn’t brooding, determined, or angry. You swallowed, finding yourself unable to take your eyes off his, your ears and cheeks burning as he grumbled and huffed through his nose. You were confused, your hope and happiness dwindling - your hands lowering slowly - as Dwalin turned and continued walking.

Fully dropping your hands to your sides, you watched him go; feeling completely rejected. You knew that it was stupid. It was just a flower crown... And yet, you still held onto it with all of your heart, clutching it tightly in your hand; unintentionally crushing the flowers beneath your fingers. What did you do wrong? You just wanted him to like you... Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of everyone.

The rest of the Company soon passed you, some giving you sympathetic smiles, some patting you on your shoulder or back. Fili and Kili stopped beside you, Kili frowning softly, as Fili gave you a pat on the top of your head; careful not to disturb the flower crown on your head.

"Don't worry, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke, "He'll come around."

Kili nodded, "I assure you, he will." He let out a small chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you. That was just him.

You nodded, doubting, but saying nothing more as they turned and followed the group; Bilbo finally coming over. "I'm alright." You muttered, looking up at him. You knew that he was going to ask you if you were alright.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

You shook your head, "No, it's okay." You whispered softly, trying to give him the best smile you could give him to ease his worries, "I don't know why I am so caught up in this... I must understand that I'm not really everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be my friend. If he doesn't want to be friends with me... Then, that's alright." You explained softly. Bilbo stared at you for a long moment before you began walking, dropping the flower crown to the ground.

~~~

The night was cold, the stars shining brightly down from the sky as you huddled close to Bilbo; next to the fire. It was hard to sleep, still not fully used to sleeping on the woodland ground, but you were getting there. And, soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Dwalin, on the other hand, having the first night watch, stared into the fire before him. It was quiet, aside from the fire crackling and the crickets chirping. Dwalin seemed to be lost inside his own mind, his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes narrowed in thought. Hearing a small grunt and feeling the log under him move slightly, Dwalin glanced over to see Balin sitting beside him. Balin hummed lowly, staring at the fire, rubbing the palms of his hands together.

"She didn't know, Dwalin." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake the others from their sleep, and only getting a deep mumble from his younger brother; at the mention of you, Dwalin's eyes flickered from the fire to your sleeping figure; curled up beside Bilbo. "She does not know of our courtship rituals. I should’ve told her more about our culture." Again, getting nothing from Dwalin, Balin continued, "She only wishes you to speak to her. You have hardly spoken a word to her since leaving Bilbo's home." He stared at his brother's side profile, "You can confide in me, brother."

Dwalin continued his silence, his eyes falling upon you once more. He was conflicted. Ever since he saw you enter the dining room of Bilbo's Hobbit hole, Dwalin had been unable to stop thinking about you. The way you moved and talked... Your features were sharp, yet delicate, your lips pouting, and your hair flowing. You were kind, bright, and soft; everything Dwalin wasn't. Dwalin was rough and tough. He had scars, he had seen death, and he had seen suffering. But, you... He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. You were different. Dwalin sighed deeply, looking away from you. He didn't know how to approach you; he couldn't bring himself to act on his feelings.

But he knew that you were his One.

He knew the moment he saw you.

Dwalin hated being vulnerable, and he hated admitting anything to anyone. So he sat, his jaw clenched tight, trying his hardest to fight his growing feelings for you.

"She's my One." Dwalin found himself muttering, far too quiet for most to hear, but Balin heard.

A knowing smile graced his oldened features. "I presumed so." Balin spoke with a hum, "I can only... Advise that you should speak to her. She cares for you. I am sure that she would understand." Balin stated, before letting out a small sigh, standing, "Think about it, will you?" And with that, Balin found his sleep sack, rolling into it and falling asleep.

Dwalin stayed awake much longer into the night, contemplating his decision as he waited for Gloin to take over the night watch. His older brother's words echoed throughout his head, and with a deep gruff, he let his eyes stray from the fire; the light making his eyes burn slightly. His eyes flickered from around the woods that surrounded him, to the Company before finding the stars and the moon in the sky, and finally... Back to you.

You, in your sleep, muttered something softly, unnoticeable. He watched as you rolled to your side, shivering, your hand pulling the fur blanket closer to you. Dwalin's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly agape before he snapped his gaze away. Feeling a wave of frustration towards himself, Dwalin's gaze landed on his sleep role.

~~~

The next morning, you woke up to a bright blue sky, filled with white, fluffy clouds. You let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you shifted slightly and let out a breath. You groaned lightly before freezing. Your fingers brushed against the fur blanket over you, feeling the coarseness of the material. It was warm. Very warm.

Your eyebrows furrowed; confused. You opened one eye, squinting at the bright sun that was peaking above the tree canopies. Slowly turning over onto your back, you sat up, looking down at the blanket... Or should you say... Blankets?

You stared down at the fur blanket, that was not your own, before flipping the fur up, spying your fur blanket underneath. This second fur blanket - which wasn't yours - was a deep brown color, with little bits of white. Who gave you this last night? Were you really that cold last night that one of the Dwarves had given you their blanket out of kindness or pity? You felt a sense of gratitude fill your chest. Looking down at the furry blanket, you couldn't help but let out a smile.

Looking up, you let your eyes survey the small camp, hopping from Dwarf to Dwarf until they settled on one. Dwalin. A wave of warmth passed over you, watching as he packed his sleep role away and into his pack. As Dwalin stood to leave, he glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment; before quickly darting his eyes away, going over to Thorin.

You felt the corners of your lips twitch slightly, a frown threatening to form on your face as you looked at Dwalin's retreating back. Did he hate you? Did he find you annoying? All these questions ran through your head, but you only huffed, getting up from your sleep role. You were not going to let Dwalin's behavior towards you sour your mood. Today was a beautiful day, and you wanted to savor it.

~~~

You couldn't see, and all you could feel was the feeling of falling. You felt as if you were wrapped in something. It was tight around you, almost suffocating. Anxiety washed over you, gripping your heart painfully as your lungs begged for air. But you could hardly breathe. You needed to breathe, but you were trapped. You clawed at the sticky white substance that surrounded you, trying to rip it and free yourself, but you were not strong enough. You felt like giving up, though you knew you couldn't, but as you clawed at the sticky film, you could finally hear what was going on outside of the cocoon. You could hear the Dwarves yelling, yelling about spiders.

Before you could do anything else, someone from the outside ripped open your cocoon. You blinked rapidly at the slight change of light, finding yourself back in the creepy woods. A large hand reached out to you and you quickly grabbed it, the person behind the strong hand pulling you up with force. Stumbling slightly, you felt slightly dazed, the hand still in yours as you found yourself in a giant spider fight.

As you stood amidst the chaotic scene of giant spiders attacking the Company, your heart raced with fear and adrenaline. Eyes unable to leave the giant spiders - tunnel-vision - you gripped the hand in yours; giving you slight reassurance. The air was filled with the sounds of battle - the clang of weapons, the hiss of the spiders, and the shouts of the Dwarves. You could feel the sticky strands of webbing brush against your skin as you dodged and weaved through the throng of arachnids. You felt gross and dirty; and for the first time since the start of this long journey to The Lonely Mountain, you missed your Hobbit home.

With each passing moment, the fight intensified, the odds seemingly stacked against you and the Company. Your wide eyes danced around you, trying to spot Bilbo, but you couldn't find him. You wanted to yell out, to shout, but as your mouth opened, no words came out. There was an odd buzzing noise in your ears, your heart was beating loudly in your chest; harsh against your ribcage. Only then, did you look at the person who held you so close to them. You thought it couldn't have been Kili or Fili, but you spotted the two Princes when you lifted your gaze. Looking down at the hand that held yours, you felt your racing heart freeze for just a moment; an auditable hitch escaped your throat, but you didn't dare utter a sound.

Standing in front of you and holding your hand tightly in his own was none other than Dwalin. You knew it was him. You knew those tattoos. Trailing up his muscular arm, you were finally met with the side of his face. His expression was hardened as he held his weapon tightly in his other hand. Aside from the anxiety and nervousness that had overcome you, you were incredibly impressed. Dwalin, with one hand, fought off giant spiders, whilst also keeping you perfectly safe.

At the sound of something coming from up in the trees, you looked up, watching as no more than two dozen elves jumped to the ground, taking out the last of the large, monstrous spiders from around you. One of the Elves spoke to another, you noted her red hair as they spoke in Elvish. You wished that you could understand them. Your awe of them quickly diminished when they drew their weapons, arrows drawn and at the ready; circling around you and the Company. Soon, they demanded your weapons, and before you knew it, all the Dwarves were weaponless.

"What about her?" One Elven guard asked in a demanding tone. Your eyes lifted up, finding the guard staring down at you. "Hand whatever you have over instantly." He demanded, holding out his hand, only for Dwalin's hand in yours to tighten slightly, gently pushing you behind him.

"She bears no weapons, Elf." He spoke in his deep, gruff, disgruntled voice. The Elf stared down at Dwalin for a moment before staring right back down at you, with a sniff and a small 'humph' he turned away.

The blonde Elf, the one that you believed to be in charge of the whole group, yelled out something in Elvish, and before you knew it, you and your Dwarven friends were being pushed along, being led to hopefully, not your doom. Passing Thorin, you looked at him with pleading eyes, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Only for your answer to be unanswered.

Your hand never left Dwalin's, your free, unoccupied hand found his arm; the skin upon skin contact grounded you, allowing you to calm yourself ever so slightly. You finally took a chance to look around, finding the forest opening, revealing a stone bridge. Pillars, beautifully carved, gave way to the entrance of Mirkwood, the Elven Kingdom. You wished you had the time to admire the architecture of the kingdom, but, sadly, you did not. Before you knew it you were being tossed into a cell.

A hand fell upon your shoulder, pulling you to the side, your hands falling from Dwalin's. "Dwalin!" You called out, trying to reach for him, but you were soon shoved into a cell. Stumbling over your feet, you braced yourself on the rock interior of the cell. Hearing the heavy cell door close behind you, you snapped your head up; feeling exhausted, mentally and physically, but you pushed yourself forward. Your hands curled around the bars, trying to look at the cells beside yours. The sound of the now-captured Dwarves - yelling and complaining.

"Miss Y/N!" Fili yelled out, only a few cells away from yours, "Are you alright!?"

"I'm fine!" You called back, "Is everyone else alright?"

Most, if not all, of the Dwarves, replied with various 'ayes’. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes; the chill of the cell door refreshing on your forehead.

Sitting on the floor - you felt the hours pass you by slowly - you pressed the back of your head against the wall; tired. "I wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn." Bofur called out, his voice echoing throughout. Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn leaving your parched mouth.

"We're never going to reach the mountain, are we?" Ori asked, sounding resigned, making you sigh.

"Don't fret, Ori, dearest." You spoke up, sounding a bit resigned yourself, but you were determined to keep everyone's spirits high. "We'll make it." You continued, looking out of your cell door, "We will." With that said, you stood up from the ground, wincing as pain shot through your legs. Looking down, you noticed a rip in your trousers that you replaced your usual dress with. Pushing the ripped fabric to the side, you then noticed a red substance that trailed down your leg; coming from a small scratch on your calf. "Well," You spoke up, clearing your throat. "I may have been slightly injured."

Simultaneously, the Dwarves began to talk. Their voices became louder, some with more worry and concern. "Miss Y/N, you are injured!?" You heard Fili call from his cell.

"Yes, tis but a scratch." You explained, hoping the Dwarves would stop fussing over you. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were strong, even with a bloody scratch. "But worry not, dearest Dwarves, it's nothing I can't handle."

"You won't have to handle it for long." You heard, eyes widening - mimicking your bright smile - as Bilbo appeared at your cell door, holding the keys.

~~~

When you joined the Company on their journey, you did not expect that you'd trick goblins, climb bit trees, fly on eagles, fight giant spiders, and barrel ride down a raging river. This was certainly an adventure that you'd go through again, minus the goblins and giant spiders; you'd love to fly with the eagles again.

Somehow, you survived, floating down the raging river, your clothes all sopping wet, and river water dripping from your hair. As all of your barrels fell down a waterfall, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Behind you, you could hear the laughter of some of the dwarves. For a moment, you forgot about your injuries; and the exhaustion that was seeping into every fiber of your body. Your hands tightened your grip on the railing of the barrel, praying for it to not capsize or tip over, your fingers growing numb with cold. You tried desperately to ignore what was going on around you. Smelling the fresh air, and hearing the birds chirping above you, almost made you forget everything else.

But at the sound of a horn, you were quickly snapped out of your head, watching as the suited Elves began to shut the gate; the only way to escape. All joy, and a sense of freedom, flew right out of the window. You all collided with each other at the closed gate, you huffed, glaring up at the Elven guards before your eyes caught sight of an arrow flying through the air, and into one of the guards.

"Orcs!" You yelled out, gesturing up at the guards, as the one that was shot fell into the water below; almost hitting you. "Why does it always have to be orcs?"

You dodged the best you could when dead elves and dead orcs fell into the water, along with dodging arrows, and over-confidant orcs that tried to swing at your head.

You were about to call for Bilbo, but when you turned your head, you watched as your brother stabbed a sword into an orc, defending one of the dwarves.

"Miss Y/N!" Ori cried out, making you look over to him, only for him to point above you.

You looked up, your eyes widening at an orc - dead - began falling towards you. Unable to move, almost frozen in fear, you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded yourself with your arms, only for your barrel to be pushed back and out of the way. You opened your eyes, blinking them rapidly as the river water splashed in your face. Looking over, you just saw a glimpse of Dwalin turning back around. Despite the obvious danger that you were all in, you wondered what you could do for Dwalin since he had saved your life twice now.

Turning your eyes to the side, you watched as Kili ran up the side of the stone top of the gate, you covered your mouth as an arrow flew through the air and hit him in the leg. Fili cried out of this younger brother, as Kili then opened the gate, and fell into an empty barrel.

Falling down, yet another waterfall, smaller than the last, you pushed your wet hair from your face, only to grip the barrel with as much force as you could; the raging, white-foaming waters continued. Looking to your side slightly, you watched as Bilbo held onto a barrel, holding onto the sideway barrel, his own death-like grip. You felt a small bit of relief, seeing him safe. You, and the Company, continued down the river, and the longer you tried not to tip over and drown, the more you wished that you weren't in the freezing waters.

Finally, the raging stopped, and the river was calm. Leaning over slightly in the barrel, you brushed your hands in the freezing water, moving your barrel forward slowly, but carefully.

"Make for the shore!" Thorin yelled out, receiving some 'ayes' in return.

Pushing your barrel forward, you pressed your cheek against the rim of the barrel, your eyes drooping slightly as you continued to push yourself toward the shore. Your barrel soon hit the rocks, and you used the rest of your strength to get out of it, climbing up onto the rocks; completely soaked. You trudged up the rocks, wrapping your arms around yourself as you mentally counted those around you, counting fourteen. Mentally, you could rest.

Feeling a hand on your upper arm, you looked to the side, seeing your brother Bilbo. Just his presence made you give him a small smile, seeing the worry in his eyes. "I'm alright." You spoke to him, wanting to reassure him, "I'm just cold."

At the surprise of meeting Bard, the human, you sort of let your brain shut off. You felt your feet move as you followed the Dwarves to Bard's boat. You felt yourself sitting down in the corner next to Bilbo, and hiding from Alfrid, but you were far from the present. You were so tired, mentally and physically, that you let your mind quiet, letting yourself only fade back into the world you knew once you felt the warm fire at your feet.

"Wee lass hasn't spoken since the Elves." You heard a hushed voice, it was Bofur.

You pressed your legs closer to yourself, staring into the flames. The clothing you were given, having been one of Bard's daughters, was warm; the fabric soft - your fingers toyed with the soft material.

"Is she alright?" Ori asked worriedly, only for Bilbo to nod, crossing his arms.

"She's alright. She had told me so." Thorin only gave you a short glance before turning back to Bard.

Dwalin, with his arms crossed, turned to look at you, staring at your side profile. Glancing over at the table that Bilbo sat at, Dwalin said nothing, walking over to the table and grabbing a plate. Bilbo, in turn, watched as Dwalin filled the plate with a few potatoes, two small tomatoes, and a small slice of bread.

Your eyes picked up the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards you, and at the sight of a plate coming into your field of vision, you moved your head to look up. As you looked at Dwalin, his face stoic as usual, you couldn't help but smile. Taking the plate, your fingers briefly brushed against his.

"Thank you, Dwalin." You spoke softly, but before he could slink away, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. For a moment, you thought back to when he held your hand so tightly - protectively - in the Mirkwood forests. "Thank you for saving me. Twice." You smiled at him softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "And I apologize if I had anything to upset you, or make you uncomfortable." He glanced over at you, then down at your hand which was wrapped around his. He didn't remove his hand from yours, giving you the same squeeze that you had received from him earlier today.

Dwalin stared at your hand in his, his jaw clenching before he looked back to you, his eyes softening. "You did not, dorzada." He spoke gruffly, “Eat.” He finished before leaving your side, your hand dropping from his.

You looked down at your plate of food, your stomach grumbling and spinning, as your mind wandered. Picking up the slice of bread, you bit down on it, thinking about the word that Dwalin called you. You wondered what it meant.

~~~

"Oin, stay with Kili." Thorin commanded as the rest of the Dwarves began to gather their things. Without being told, Fili stayed by his brother's side.

"I want to come too." You spoke, grabbing a random weapon from the wooden table.

Dwalin quickly turned, staring down at you, "It will be too dangerous for you, lass."

You huffed, lightly glaring up at the Dwarf, "I have fought trolls, orcs, what have you." You pointed out, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I want to fight."

"This is against us Dwarves and the dragon." He grumbled, his hand taking a hold of the weapon in yours. "You'll die before the beast does."

"I'm already dying anyway," You shrugged, looking back down at your weapon, "From the moment we're born, we're dying. So, what is the point? I want to help."

Dwalin breathed out of his nose as he took hold of your other hand, "No, no, lass, you are staying here, with Kili, while the rest of us fight."

"Are you telling me, or are you commanding me, Dwalin?" You asked, voice becoming soft as his eyes bored into your own. "Do as you wish then," You sighed when receiving no answer, letting go of his hands, "But please, do not die."

Dwalin humphed, the corners of his lips just twisting up into a small grin, and for a moment, you were stunned. Dwalin was smiling. "Don't worry," He spoke. "I won't." His gaze softened, as he stepped back from you, "Be safe, lass." With that, he started to walk away, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. You didn't say anything else, merely pulling him close to you.

You felt him tense in your abrupt embrace before his one hand, not holding his weapon, circled you. But, it all ended too soon, as he pulled back from you, nodding to you before turning his attention to the group, as they set off to The Lonely Mountain.

Your shoulders sagged when the door closed, a small pout upon your lips, "Do not fret, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke from beside his brother as you turned to look over at the four Dwarves - Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Oin. "They will return."

You let out a sigh, looking out at the window. A fuzzy feeling rose within your chest, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. After watching them disappear into the distance, the sun went to sleep, "I know."

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Along for The Ride - Part 1

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Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. With this first installment, we are following the first movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling in love with Kili on the way! Slow burn with this one y'all, nothing spicy till the next work I'm afraid.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), wrote this while I had covid, in like 4 days lol, implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien)

Word Count: 6,292

A/N: I was utterly appalled by the lack of Kili writers on here and Ao3. Y'all who write for Kili, I've been eating your crumbs like it's the shit (cause it is) for weeks, but one can't be sustained on crumbs alone so I've prepared a feast!! This is the first fic I've ever wanted to post, please be gentle. Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are loved and treasured!!

Tagging the amazing Kili writers I've been living off of for the past few weeks and who have inspired me so they might share in the feast as well lol go check out their stuff too: @mikathemonster, @cowboybeepboop, @littleenglishfangirl, @ethereal-inquisitor, @sweetpeakili

Photo credit: @immawriteyouthings

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

You were having one of those days that made you want to run away from everything. Instead, you walked on the golf course behind your house after hours; no phone, no umbrella, no bag this time, just you. You had what you could fit from your hands in your jean pockets as you walked the grassy field. Something twinkled and caught your eye on the far side of the fairway, there was a sparkle in the ferns. You walked over and began looking through the underbrush. Your hand grazed a smooth stick with a mangled end that encased a gem. You picked it up hoping for a better look but were transported to another world instead!

You appeared in the new world holding the staff. You were standing beside an older fellow with a pointy hat and long grey beard. You looked around and saw many other gruff, burly-looking men sitting in an encampment. They looked as confused as you. You did the only thing you could think of doing at that moment.

You turned around and took off running as fast as you could.

The wizard whose staff you were running away with asked the younger dwarves in his company to fetch you for him. They ran after you as quick as the wind. You dodged trees and hurdled bushes, making an all-around great effort. You were slowing down though. You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and plan. A twig snapped in the distance; quick footsteps closed in on you. You took off again. You needed a place to hide, a moment to think for God's sake. You were afforded no such luxuries. They were gaining, you were tiring. In your drained haste, you tripped on a bush which sent you stumbling and struggling to regain your footing given your momentum. You finally fell and scampered to take cover behind the roots of a great tree. Their footfalls grew slower and drew nearer. They were so close you could hear their words now.

“…She’s hiding, Fili,” one said much closer than you expected them to be.

You tried your best to steady your breathing. Your heartbeat was so loud you knew they could hear it.

“Stop scaring her Kili,” The other chastised. “You know she’s got to be scared half to death”. He walked past you, studying the ground. The other came up the other side of the tree doing the same.

You gripped the staff preparing yourself to be found. They turned in unison following the same tracks and looked up at you simultaneously. They were both panting but not as hard as you. Fili, the elder and more experienced of the two knelt where he stood a few yards from your curled trembling form.

“My name is Fili” He put his hand on his chest and motioned to the man next to him, “This is my brother Kili. We mean no harm to you.” He kept his distance and showed his empty hands. You stayed firmly pressed against the tree trunk, your chest heaving rapidly and your eyes as large as saucers. They could have tackled you, beaten you, or done any number of terrible violating things, but they kept their distance and spoke softly.

“What’s your name?” Kili asked, with a charming smile as he crouched beside his brother.

“Y/N,” you said in a shaky freaked-out tone.

“Y/N, that’s our friend wizard’s staff,” Fili said, “If anyone can figure out how you got here, he can.”

“But you gotta come back to camp with us,” Kili said reaching out his hand as a peace offering. So many horrible things could happen to you in the wild of this new world, but even more on top of that could if you didn’t go with them.

“How can I trust you?” You asked them. They looked at each other.

“How can we trust you?” Kili threw back at you with a suspicious look and recoiled his hand.

“Touche” you nodded returning his look.

“Seems we are at an impasse then,” Fili huffed at his brother, “You want to get home, and our wizard can do that. The only way that can happen is if you come with us back to our camp. We can only offer you our word and promise on our honor as dwarven princes that you will not be harmed by any in our company.”

You thought for a moment and nibbled at your lip, “You promise?” you looked up at Kili this time.

Kili looked you deep in the eyes, and very seriously said: “No harm will ever come to you, on my honor as a prince.”

You nodded at this, “Very well”, and tried to stand up but were stuck against the tree. The 2 men easily lifted you back to your feet. You followed them back to the camp.

You tried your best to hide behind Kili as you approached the wizard smoking a pipe. You peeked from around his shoulder at the other men in the camp. They were looking at you.

“Please sit, my dear,” The wizard said to you, motioning to the rest of the long log beside him “We have much to discuss.”

Your legs wouldn’t move you from behind the dwarf. You were still quite afraid.

“She seems to have taken a liking to you Kili,” the wizard said to him. The rest of the company let out a soft chuckle of agreement. You couldn’t see it from your angle, but Kili smiled and nodded.

“Sit down child, we aren’t going to hurt you,” One of the dwarves sitting across the fire said. You took a deep breath to gather your courage. One false move by any of the others would have you bolting again.

You moved from behind Kili and sat beside the wizard still clutching the staff.

“May I take that from you?” the wizard politely asked. You handed it to him. He explained how this type of thing had happened to a couple of his wizard friends before, but he didn’t know the remedy or spell to undo it or how to prevent it from happening again. You sat quietly listening and nodding. He explained to you and the rest of the company that he was leaving to travel to his friend and inquire about your predicament. In the meantime, he convinced the company and its leader, Thorin you came to know, to keep you in the company as an innocent bystander to help around the camp and whatnot till Gandalf (the wizard) could figure out what to do with you. Gandalf gave you a small sack of coins, instructing you to get a bag, a bedroll, clothes, and any other necessities you’ll need at the next town.

As the fire died down so did the company. They got out their bedrolls and sleeping gear like a synchronized unit and as quickly as they started, they were all asleep snoring softly. Kili had first watch and was sitting on the ground next to you leaning against the log you were on. You slid onto the ground next to him curled with your knees to your chest. He looked over at you. You looked over at him.

“I don’t know what to do now,” you said not hiding the waver in your voice very well, “I’m so scared.” You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You cried into your hands as quietly as possible, so you didn’t disturb and anger the others. If you had looked at Kili, you would have seen him in a slight panic and at a loss for what to do, he didn’t know how to console crying women. You sobbed into your hands knowing you just needed to let it all out then you’d be fine. Kili looked at the fire and put his hand on your back. Physical contact of any kind back home was next to nonexistent, it felt nice to know he was trying his best to comfort you. After a few minutes of uncontrollable sobbing and hiccups wracking through you, you began calming down. When you were able to breathe properly, you wiped your face even though tears kept falling. You sniffled and rested your chin on your knees letting the tears fall silently now.

“Do you feel better?” Kili guessed in a soft tone and rubbed his hand on your back.

You nodded at him, “Yes” You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes as best you could, “Thank you” You looked at him and smiled a little. He smiled and nodded too, still concerned but returned his hand to his lap. You sniffled and looked at the fire.

“Really though I don’t know what I’m doing,” you said. “I’ve never been camping before,” you paused to think. “I don’t know how to fight or use a sword or make a fire or hunt or-or—” You were working yourself up and starting to cry again. Kili cut you off before you could start sobbing hysterically again.

“WOAH! Woah!!” alarmed, he put his hand on your back again, “It’s ok. Calm down.” he said harshly, “Take a deep breath, that seemed to help last time,” He mumbled the last part under his breath. That made you smile despite yourself.

“You don’t know how to console someone, do you?” You took a deep breath and wiped your eyes. He shook his head and took his hand from you. “Seems we’re both out of our depth then,” you said making the mood a bit lighter.

“In my defense, I was raised in a pack of manly men,” He smiled fondly “It’s a wonder my mother got through to me at all.”

“So, you do have a mother,” you said, making him look at you quizzically “I assumed you were raised by wolves,” You shrugged. He laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re not completely wrong about that,” He smiled, looking over at the men across the fire. There was a momentary silence. “We’ll teach you those things, how to fight, how to make a fire, all that,” He looked over at you, “I mean who knows how long Gandalf will be, and you’d have to be pretty stupid not to pick up a thing or two even from this bunch.” You smiled and nodded; this calmed your nerves a little. A moment of silence fell between you again.

“Is it ok if I stay up with you?” you innocently asked, “I’m not very tired.”

“Sure,” he said casually, “May I ask about your life back in your world?”

“OK,” You nodded.

“What do you do?” he asked, you gave him a weird look. “Like for a living, how do you make money, how do you spend your days?”

“I’m a student at university at the moment.” He looked at you confused this time. “I spend my days studying at a desk, it’s boring and dull” You quickly summed up.

“Ooohh,” He said, “No wonder you couldn’t run for shit,” He laughed.

You scoffed, “So rude,” You huffed, failing to hide your smile. He was glad you were cheering up a bit.

“If it’s so boring and dull, why don’t you do something else?” He asked, naive to your world and its ways.

“It’s…complicated” you sighed “I have to study to do what I want to do for work even though I don’t want to work or study or do any of that, but I have to make money somehow because I need money to do stuff and buy things because the world I live in is shitty that way and it’s so frustrating sometimes,” you gritted your teeth to make your point.

“Well, what do you want to do then?” he asked, trying to understand your strange world.

“Sit on the beach,” You said without hesitation “…Listen to the waves…sleep on a blanket in the sun,” you sighed wistfully. “Die happy and rich.”

“That does sound nice” He agreed “I’ve never seen a tropical ocean before, the seas near the Blue Mountains are all frozen over.”

“Surely there’s a beach somewhere in this world,” You refused to believe the universe sent you to a world without a beach.

“There is! I’ve heard stories of Southern Gondor, where the sun makes the sand hotter than forges, and the water falls over the horizon in every direction.”

“That sounds like the beaches from back home,” You felt a little bad for him. You’d been practically raised at the beach because it was the only free thing to do in your hometown.

“May I ask a question?” you asked this time.

“Of course,” He shifted to lean against the log and face you.

“What are you guys doing?” you gestured to the camp around you.

“We are on a quest!” He said proudly, “A quest to take back our ancestral home from the dread dragon Smaug,” he said in a sinister voice. He explained about Erebor and the dragon and Thorin to catch you up. You listened, nodded, and took it all in, asking questions and giggling at his jokes. He was a decent storyteller.

“And I’m just along for the ride I guess,” you said deflated about your role in all this.

“If it’s any consolation, you’re quite good company,” He indulged; Kili always got so lonely on watch.

“Yay!” you said over a yawn, “I’d hate to bore any of you,” you replied, genuinely fearing your stories may never measure up to theirs. You leaned over and laid on the soft grass, curled in a ball with your arm as a pillow. You tried not to shiver from the cool evening breeze. You heard some shuffling of fabric, and then a blanket fluttered on top of you. You looked at Kili who smiled and said: “I’m quite the furnace at night, I’ll be fine without it,” he reassured.

“Thank you,” you said over another yawn. You didn’t expect to fall asleep but the next thing you knew it was early morning and you were awoken by the clanging of pots and spoons. You sat up and looked around to get your bearings.

‘Still in the same strange world’ you thought not fully awake. Kili appeared, greeted you good morning, and handed you a bowl of white goo he called porridge. You thanked him and ate your breakfast in silence like the rest of the company. While the men packed up the camp you were tasked with washing the dishes in a nearby stream. You were struck by the beauty of the incredible woods around you even in the dim morning light. You returned to camp and put the dishes in their bag, which was taken by one of your new companions. You felt out of place without a task among everyone who knew what to do. Balin saw you standing in the middle of the camp looking lost. He asked Thorin what they were to do about their lack of an extra pony for you. They decided you could ride with Kili seeing as he was the lightest (next to Bilbo) and his pony could take the weight and because you seemed the most comfortable with him. The old dwarf with a white-grey beard curled up at the ends approached you with as much of a nonthreatening air as he could muster.

“Good morning, my dear!” He greeted you with a chipper smile. “My name is Balin”

“Good morning,” you replied. “I don't quite know what I’m to be doing,” you said sheepishly.

“That’s ok lass, it’ll come with time,” he reassured, “For now, you’ll ride with Kili so you can see if he needs help getting ready.”

“Ok,” You nodded and started walking in Kili’s direction. You stopped in front of his pony and petted its nose and down its neck. “I’ve been told that I’m to ride with you,” you said timidly looking at him adjust his saddle. Kili looked at you and nodded.

“I’ll be happy to have a lovely conversation again” He smiled and looked back at his saddle, making the final arrangements.

He turned to you and said, “I’ll give you a leg up,” And jabbed a thumb at his pony. You nodded and approached the animal. You put your hands on the ponies back and bent your leg waiting for him to help. He leaned forward so he could whisper in your ear: “Wrong leg”. You blushed quite profusely at that and switched legs. He heaved you with such strength he nearly threw you over the other side of the pony. You made yourself comfortable behind the saddle before he hooked his foot in the stirrup and carefully mounted so he didn’t knock you off.

“You ok?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Yep!” you smiled. He nodded. You were excited to see new lands even though you feared what they harbored.

“If you need to hold on to me when we get going you can,” he said, making you both blush despite yourselves.

A few moments later Thorin called out: “Company ready?” in a deep booming voice, “Aye!” They all replied in unison. “Company, move out!” He bellowed and urged his pony forward. The rest followed behind him one by one. When your animal lurched forward you grabbed Kili's waist for dear life. The company was silent till they got to the end of the forest. You had your cheek pressed against Kili’s shoulder and your chest against his back. The fur of his coat was very soft against your face as you turned your head to look over his other shoulder. You yawned but didn’t realize you did it right next to his ear and breathed down his neck. He determinedly kept his eyes on the pony ahead of him to keep the blush rising in his chest at bay.

“You can take a nap if you need to,” he said over his shoulder in a soft voice for only you to hear.

“That sounds like a good idea,” You yawned again. You buried your face in the soft spare fabric of the hood on his back and cuddled closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and sleep swiftly took you. He knew this because he could feel your breathing slow on the back of his neck. He was happy you could sleep and couldn’t help his smile. You shifted now and then, turning your head one way then a while later turning it the other. Kili tried not to talk or move too much in fear of waking your delicate slumber. By midday, you felt very well rested. You took a deep breath and released your grasp on Kili to stretch your arms above your head, arching your back to wake yourself up. You quickly slipped your arms around him again, so you didn’t fall.

“Good morning!” He chirped, “Well afternoon really,” he corrected with a smile, “Sleep well?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his shoulder “I haven’t slept that well in a long time,” you said thinking back on the restless weeks before your arrival in Middle Earth.

“Good,” He nodded. “Happy I could be of service.”

“Yes, you make quite the comfortable bed,” you replied.

An easy silence settled between you for a while. You contentedly watched the landscape pass by while he kept the pony on the path.

“What’s a good weapon for a beginner?” You asked knowing you needed to start wrapping your head around the fact that you could be stuck here forever and needed to protect yourself. He thought about that for a few moments.

“I’d have to say a bow,” He shrugged, “I don’t know honestly, lemme ask Fili,” he kicked up his pony to walk faster to be next to his brother. “What is the best weapon for a beginner?” He asked him. Fili glanced at you and thought for a moment.

“Hmm I think a sword would be easiest,” He replied, contradicting his brother.

“A sword?!” Kili said incredulously “No that’s one of the harder ones,” He swatted his hand as if to swipe the words from the air.

Fili scoffed “For you maybe,” he said barely keeping his teasing smile under control “But not to the rest of us, my weapon-challenged brother.” That made you giggle. Kili huffed and pulled his horse back, so he wasn’t beside his brother anymore.

“Are you that bad with a sword?” you asked, trying not to laugh too much.

“No!” he exclaimed, “I’m just better with a bow and arrows,” he pouted.

‘Awe he’s so cute when he pouts’ Your thought took you by surprise.

“Perhaps you can teach me, Archer,” Your voice was lower than you intended, making you both blush. Your breath ghosted over his ear making him shiver just a little. He turned his head to look at you over his shoulder, his face so close to yours. He looked at your lips then deep into your eyes holding eye contact.

“Maybe I will,” he said in a deep gruff whisper that made you gasp and goosebumps rush over your skin. He turned back and smiled; proud he could get a rise out of you. You huffed and distanced yourself from him by leaning back, needing the space to calm down.

As night drew closer, Thorin led the company to the edge of a forest and found a shallow cave, more like a cliff overhang to make camp for the night. He told Fili and Kili to take care of the ponies and Oin and Gloin to make the fire. After the meals had been handed out Thorin told you to take Fili and Kili a bowl. You walked through the forest and found them looking at a downed tree in panicked awe.

“Something took 4 of the ponies,” Fili said to you, hoping you’d have the answer to their predicament.

“Yes, and…” you nodded at them trying not to panic yourself “What are you going to do about it since it’s your problem?”

The brothers decided to see what took the ponies and if they could handle it themselves, no need to worry Thorin, right? You followed them as they tracked the pony-nappers. Kili hid behind a tree and peeked around, you hid behind him and peeked over his shoulder. 3 large trolls were something to worry about, and a sight that made that dreadful feeling drop from your chest into your stomach. Your grip on Kili’s coat tightened.

He turned to you and said in barely a whisper, “Go back to camp and tell Thorin”.

Fili was immediately against it, huffing and puffing from behind his tree. Kili shrugged and motioned with hands as if to say, ‘What else would you have us do?!’ Fili huffed again and snuck around the tree. He tried to cut the rope fence with his sword, but he took too long. The trolls caught him. They were deciding ways to eat him when Kili looked at you in alarm and told you to go back to camp. You ran as fast as you could.

“Ponies! Big grey troll things took the ponies!” You said out of breath pointing the way you just came “Fili…in…danger”. Thorin cursed in dwarfish and rallied the company. Balin told you to keep your distance, so you didn’t get caught in the fight.

The dwarves fought bravely but were captured. Bilbo bid for more time while you thought of a plan. You heard the trolls complain about daylight coming and that gave you an idea. You saw the trolls had made camp in the shade cast by a large boulder. You wedged a branch under the rock and used the leverage to try to roll it. It was very heavy, and you were not. It took everything in your power to push the branch to roll the boulder down the ditch edge it rested on. The trolls were washed in sunlight, turning them to stone and freeing the company. They cheered when you stepped over the branch and into the clearing. You helped them from their confines and smiled and blushed when they praised your good job.

Back at camp the company gathered their things and discussed what to do now. Fili suddenly hushed the company.

“Warg howls in the distance,” He whispered to Thorin “They are coming!”

“RUN!” Thorin yelled at the company. Following Thorin everyone started running. You all ran as fast as you could onto a hilly plane sprinkled with trees and boulders. You ran and ran till the Wargs finally caught up. They began to encircle you. The company fought the beasts, taking them down as still more came at them. You went to hide behind the rock formation but fell into it instead. You climbed out as the Wargs were closing in.

“Down here!” you called “There’s a passage this way!” you slid down to make room for the others. Thorin was the last one, as he slid down a horn was blown near the entrance to the passage.

“I can’t see where it leads, do we follow?” One of the dwarves asked.

“Yes! We follow!” Thorin barged through the dwarves and led the company through the narrow pass. You all walked for a few minutes, but then Thorin rounded a corner and slowed as he realized where he’d unwittingly led the company. The rest kept walking around him, but Bilbo stopped and said in admiration: “Rivendell”. You stopped as well to take in the view before you. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. A small town on the side of a mountain with water flowing from beneath some of the glittering structures.

As Thorin led the company over a bridge, you grabbed Kili’s arm to steady yourself as you looked around and took in the ornate statues and architecture of the front steps of a large building. A man much taller than you or the dwarves approached the group.

“We would like to speak to Lord Elrond,” Thorin said through gritted teeth. He was swallowing his pride for the betterment of the quest, that much was clear through his clenched fists and tense shoulders.

“Lord Elrond isn’t here,” The elf said regretfully.

“Then where is he?” Thorin’s patience was growing thin. A horn was sounded on the other side of the bridge you’d just crossed. Everyone turned to see a group of horses galloping towards them. The dwarves began shouting in dwarfish and closing ranks with their weapons ready for battle. You were pushed into the very center of the circle as tall horses and riders circled you. They stopped suddenly and the one on a black horse dismounted.

“My Lord Elrond,” The elf who first approached you said with a bow.

“Lindir” Elrond bowed his head at him then turned to the leader of your group, “Welcome Thorin son of Thrain,” He looked over the dwarf “You have your grandfather's bearings.”

“I’m afraid I know you only from the stories my grandfather told me,” Thorin was doing his best to be polite. (You were later informed that the stories were mostly about him being a ninny.)

“I’d like to offer you and your company a taste of our elfish hospitality,” Elrond said with a warm smile.

“Does that mean we’ll eat?!” Bombur called from the back. The company chuckled at him.

“Yes Bombur, that means we’ll eat” Dori replied. The company cheered at the prospect of a full belly and a warm hearth.

Not long after, you were sat next to Bilbo and Kili at a large table. The salad appetizers were very good despite the dwarves not liking green food very much. You giggled at their jokes about how bad the music was or how they wanted chips and meat. Thorin was sat at another table across from Elrond discussing something you couldn’t hear, but you could tell it pained Thorin to be in the other man's presence.

You turned to Kili beside you. “Thorin looks constipated,” you said in a low voice barely containing your laughter “He can’t even pretend to be enjoying this”. Kili looked over at his uncle and laughed with you.

When the meals were served there was boisterous laughter and general dwarfish shenanigans, the usual at any merry dwarfish gathering. Bilbo looked like he was having PTSD from when they were doing the same at his house at the beginning of the quest. At the end of the meal, Thorin and Balin disappeared with Elrond to discuss a map. You asked Kili if he would escort you to the markets with as much innocent girlish need as you could muster to solidify your security. He agreed and walked with you through the corridors and to the market. He helped you get a fair price on a bag, a blanket, and a bedroll. The next thing you needed was clothes to blend in.

“What do the women around here wear exactly?” You asked him. He shrugged.

“It depends, I guess” He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he followed you around the clothing stalls like a puppy.

“Gee, that’s a big help.” You teased.

After some more wandering you found a stall selling clothes that looked your size. You purchased a dark blue form-fitting tunic that stopped above your knees and had slits on the sides that went up to your hips. It paired very nicely with the brown pants and brown coat with dark blue highlights you bought as well. Kili helped barter with the merchants since you didn’t know the fair price of things here. In another section of the market, you bought spools of black, blue, and pink thread. You put your belongings in your new bag.

“Are we done?” Kili asked, sounding slightly annoyed. He was ready to go back to the others and be away from so many elves. You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. He led you through the busy crowded markets by holding your hand. You were thankful he was in front of you so he couldn’t see your blush. You made it back to the group, who had set up camp in a courtyard garden at the end of a hallway. Just as you arrived two female and two male elves came down the hallway.

One of the males stepped forward, “The bathhouse is ready for you now” he said to the group.

“Bath?! We don’t need no stinkin’ bath!” Exclaimed a dwarf from behind the fire. The rest heartily agreed, not ready to drop their pants on elvish soil it seemed.

“I’d like a bath” you timidly said, not wanting to make a fuss but very much wanting to be clean.

“Very good mistress dwarf, if you’ll follow us,” one of the female elves said. You were tense as you followed the four elves down the corridor, not sure what you were doing.

“You best go with her lad,” Dori said to Kili, “You never know what an elf might try to pull.” He glared at the back of the elves as they walked away. Kili nodded and ran after you.

“Y/N!” He called making you and the elves stop.

“Oh, change your mind, Kili?” You asked with an innocent smile, happy to have his company.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He smiled too.

You were led to a large door that opened into a covered hot spring that flowed over the balcony to create an assumably gorgeous waterfall. Columns lined the outer edge of the room which was split down the middle by a cloth partition. The male elves walked to one side of the divider with Kili in tow, while the females walked to the other. The elves asked that you wash under the heated shower of water off to the side before entering the hot springs. They left you to your own devices.

“I’ve never seen anything like this have you?” You asked Kili across the large room.

“No” He smiled at the wonder in your voice from seeing new things and making discoveries. He thought it was very cute.

You placed your bag and new clothes on the vanity in the corner. You undressed and stepped under the warm shower. You used the bar of soap you found to wash your hair and body. It was the best-smelling soap you’d ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Hey, Kee?” You hollered.

“Yeah?” He yelled back.

“Do you plan on keeping your soap?”

“No…Why?”

“I’ll take it then. I’ll need extra anyway,” And you were so happy you did. That soap made your hair silky smooth and stronger than ever. You rinsed the suds away then stepped into the hot springs.

It felt luxurious. You couldn’t help but moan a little as the heat pulled every knot and tense muscle from you. Relaxed, you floated in the steamy water.

“You still there Kili?” you asked suddenly nervous he’d left you.

“Yeah, I’m here” He replied, “We shouldn’t take too much longer though, Thorin could be back any minute and who knows what kind of a mood he’ll be in.”

That made you enjoy the bath a little faster. Not long after you began drying off and getting dressed. You took the hairbrush and beads and other miscellaneous hair trinkets that were on the vanity. You looked in the mirror at your new outfit. It fit as you thought, though a little snugger in some places than others, hugging your curves to allow for movement yet still baggy for breathability and insulation. Overall, a nice ensemble.

“Ready Y/N?” Kili asked from across the partition.

“Yeah, you can come over, I’m just packing my things.” You replied, folding your old clothes, and putting them in your bag with the rest of your things.

“Here’s the soap” He handed it to you.

“Thanks!” You smiled at him; you simply wrote his flushed cheeks off to the hot water. When you stood, he was able to get a much better look at you in your new clothes.

“A perfect fit I see” He smiled, looking you up and down. He couldn’t help but imagine what you’d look like wearing nothing but his tunic. A line of thought he blushed at and quickly willed away.

“Does it look alright? I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit” You fussed with the hems and the folds trying to make them lay better. He grabbed your hand to make you stop fidgeting.

“You look great,” he said with a genuine smile. You smiled and nodded your appreciation.

You walked back to camp, making moneyless bets on what mood Thorin would be in when he returned.

As you approached Fili saw you in your new outfit and said, “Well look at this…” Making the rest of the company look at you too, “Our wee lass looks like a bona fide middle earther now!” They cheered at your near-complete indoctrination.

“Now she just needs to learn how to fight like one.” Bofur quipped from beside the fire.

“Then I wouldn’t need any of you to protect me!” You put the back of your hand to your forehead feigning a damsel in distress, making the company laugh. You sat on the ground beside the long chair Kili was now examining his weapons in and leaned against it. You held out a stone fish figurine to him.

“As a thank you for helping me” you cleared your throat “…And for being my friend.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, but you knew he was smiling a little around his reed pipe. He took it from your open hands. You know it wasn’t much but it’s all you could offer.

“Maybe one day you can return it to the ocean,” you said, referring to your previous conversation.

“Maybe I will,” he smiled down at you with genuine fondness.

“Bombur!” Bofur called before throwing a sausage to his cousin. The table, which took skilled elfin craftsman months, even years to craft and carve out of solid wood, collapsed under the massive weight of Bombur. Everyone erupted in laughter, it was nice to be part of the group and share in the merriment.

Thorin stopped Balin on their way back to the camp, “We should leave her here,” He said, “She is a liability.”

Balin had a terrible sinking feeling in his round tummy when he thought of splitting you up.

“So what if she is, Thorin?” Balin said near pleading. “Have you ever seen your nephew that happy or open with a girl that quick before? I’ve never seen the lad so engaged in a conversation that didn’t have to do with weapons before last night. So what if she dies on our quest, at least we gave them a chance to happen, and if fate finds their pairing favorable it will all work out!” Balin was desperate to keep you and the young prince together if only to keep the sinking feeling at bay.

Thorin huffed, “Very well, but her blood is not on my hands,” He walked away and into the camp.

Thorin and Balin returned, and the tone became slightly more serious—slightly. The company settled and laid their bedrolls in the grassy parts of the garden. You laid yours out as well and prepped for sleep by removing your shoes and coat. The night was warm enough that your blanket would suffice. You looked up at the stars wondering if any of the constellations were the same as back home. You cuddled your coat to your chest relishing the feel of the soft fabric. The low conversation between Fili and Kili, while they sat on watch across the fire, lulled you to sleep.

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Imagine: Bees’ fear

How would Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bilbo, Dwalin, Ori react if they found out you were afraid of bees?

Note 1: I’m not an English native speaker so there are probably mistakes. Note 2: It’s the first time I wrote with Dwalin and Ori, I hope it’ll be alright!

Thorin

You tried to hide your fear of bees during the whole quest. Thinking nobody could realise it, you were pretty proud of you, and to your surprise, there weren't as many bees in Middle-earth as you thought. After the Shire, you never saw one. Your meals and your walking were so peaceful that it was strange, but you were thinking the other lands may be not conducive to their development.

The thing you didn't know was that Thorin always made sure to put himself between you and a bee as soon as he saw one, or to push you slightly away from it without you realising it. He still remembered when he had discovered your fear of those tiny animals: you had closed your eyes tightly as you had remained motionless, waiting for it to disappear at some point.

He never said anything about this. Until Beorn’s house. The house with a lot of animals and giant bees.

If Thorin already heard you yelling because of goblins or orcs, it was nothing compared to the cry you made when you woke up alone with a giant bee above you. Between its size, your waking, and the unknown place, your (stupid) instinct, you couldn’t help but yell.

The surprise continued with the sudden arrival of Thorin, almost breathless, in the room. The giant bee left the room, more scared than you.

Your scared eyes, shining with contained tears, stopped him from thinking. He just ran to you and took you in his arms. His chest was hard like a rock, but his warm coat and his scent calmed you immediately. Your heart took a few minutes to calm down, until you realised you were in Thorin’s arms.

“I-I’m sorry, I overreacted! I’m okay, i-it surprised me…” you said as you placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him because of your embarrassment.

“It’s okay to be afraid,” he said in a calm voice as he stroked your back. “From now, I will be with you when you wake up. Nothing will scare you.”

From that moment, Thorin got into the habit of sleeping next to you. Even in Mirkwood, even in Laketown, even in Erebor.

Fíli

Even though you know the benefit of bees for the environment – and for honey, you couldn't help but be tense when one of them was flying near you. And of course, they were everywhere in Middle-earth!

“They may often be around you because you smell as good as a flower,” Fíli said one day when you were alone with him in a forest as the sun started to set.

Thorin had asked for you and Fíli to bring kindling for Gloín’s fire, so you were both alone in the middle of a forest. No Thorin for ordering something, no Kíli for making jokes, or no Bombur asking for help for preparing dinner.

You couldn’t help but stop your moves when your cheeks stupidly blushed at his sentence. As you had your back to him, you tried to stay insensitive, not wanting to misunderstand what he said.

Staying insensitive is easy when there are no bees around you, but when a tiny one flew next to you, you couldn’t help but say Fíli’s name in an imploring tone, remaining motionless. With a few slow steps, he joined you and pushed the bee away. After a shy “Thank you”, you continued to search for kindling.

During the whole quest, you developed the habit of calling Fíli each time a bee was coming close to you. His help was so often that the other made fun of you sometimes, imitating your imploring voice. You let them do it since they were right. You weren’t proud of yourself, but he never complained, always walking quickly to you and saving you from the tiny thing.

One night, you were both on watch duty as you were sitting next to each other, whispering while everyone else slept. The moon was high in a sky without clouds and a light wind was blowing in the trees. A perfect quiet night.

“Can I ask you something?” you eventually asked as you smiled at him after a long discussion about an anecdote of his brother.

“Yes, you can. Anything you want,” he replied with a smile, making the braids of his moustache dance.

“Why do you never complain when I call you as soon as a bee approaches me? I must call you at least once a day,” you said as you looked at his smile widened.

“Because I love when you call my name in an imploring tone,” he simply replied without looking away, obviously proud of the effect his answer had on you.

Kíli

The first time Kíli saw you being afraid of bees it was in the Shire. They were everywhere! On each flower, on each tree, on each step you have taken! It was at the very beginning of the quest. Just a little cry of surprise – alright ‘of fear’, when a bee approached you as you were on your pony. You almost fell from it and it didn’t escape Kíli’s notice.

Since then, not two days went by without him pretending to have seen a bee, making the sound of a bee, or showing you one near you.

It was tiring and not fun. Even his uncle scolded him about it, but he continued.

“You’re stupid and I hate you!” you ended up exploding after a long, tiring day. “You know what, don’t approach me or talk to me again!”

You left him alone, surprised by your reaction, as you joined the camp without any woods you were supposed to bring. This evening, he searched for woods alone as his brother was with Thorin and Balin talking about the road.

Then, you kept your distance with him for days. He tried several times to speak with you but you ignored him. The whole company laughed about it, calling you ‘the sulkiest woman of Middle-earth’, and joking about Kíli’s grumpy behaviour.

However, when Bilbo and you discovered the trolls had captured the ponies because of Fíli and Kíli’s inattention, you had no choice but speak with him to plan the ponies’ rescue, which quickly failed of course.

After that, Kíli and you started talking again, as before. He apologised one last time and you finally forgave him. As you both spoke about what happened the day you avoided him, you realise you weren’t the only one to miss your chatting.

Your good understanding lasted until you arrived at Beorn, when you discovered Kíli’s fear for the giant bees. He avoided them, trying to stay brave, while you could almost see cold sweat on his face.

What could you do to make fun of him as much as he did to you? So many possibilities! Once you eventually found the good joke, you started it!

One afternoon while everyone was busy on their own, Kíli was sleeping on the ground at the back of the house. Laying under a tree, the sun didn't bother him to sleep, you could even hear him snoring. In the quietest way possible, you walked to him with a giant bee.

In conversation with Beorn, you realised these giant bees were harmless and they could even understand you a little. So you asked one of them to follow you to Kíli.

In front of him, you took your most beautiful voice to call him. After calling him several times as he groaned, he ended up opening his eyes. At the sight of the bee just in front of him, he froze. You never saw him so quiet, you even suspected he stopped breathing. Kíli only reacted when he heard you laugh as you asked the bee to leave.

Once the bee left, it didn’t take him a long time to understand you made fun of him, especially with your laugh echoing through the garden. “I promised if I catch you…” he shouted as he quickly got to his feet. Between your laugh and his sudden move, you stumbled over a root and fell to the ground. Kíli easily caught you. He lowered to the ground above you and locked your arms next to your head, as he used to do with his brother when they were young.

“Do you think it's funny?” he groaned, still angry with you because of his sudden, scary waking.

“It was very funny! If you could have seen your face!” you continued to laugh until his hands hurt you. “Ouch! Hey calm down, I’m not a solid dwarf like all of you! You’re going to break my wrist!”

His grip loosened but he didn’t move. He looked at you from above as his cheeks started to blush under his little beard.

You wondered how long he could have stayed like that if Thorin hadn't called him from the other side of the house…

Bilbo

It wasn't hard for Bilbo to understand you were afraid of bees. Still in the Shire, the journey barely started, you let out a light cry as you were sitting on the ground for lunch. At that very moment, Bilbo was just next to you. So it was impossible to hide it.

He looked at you with a gentle smile as he made it leave with a simple move of his hand, not even standing up.

“Do you have a superpower with bees? Do they understand you?” you asked, looking first at his hand, then at his face.

“A super what?” he replied with a questioning face as he bit into an apple.

You didn't try to explain him and preferred to change the subject, still impressed by him however.

After that, you decided to stay next to Bilbo when you were sitting on the ground. It was the safer way! And Bilbo’s company was always agreeable.

The rest of the journey was better now you knew Bilbo’s superpower. If we talked of bees, of course, not of goblins or orcs. You didn’t even know where he was when you faced the goblins. But for bees, he was the best!

When you spent the first night at Beorn, the company let you sleep the next morning as much as you want. The sun was already up when you felt something tickling your cheek. You first scratched your face before opening your eyes and understanding a giant bee just in front of you.

With a quick involuntary move, you hit the bee and it fell on the floor, not moving anymore. Your heart arched and you tried to think what you should do.

The solution was evident when you found it. You run to find Bilbo in the house until you find him outside talking to Balin. Without explaining anything, the little hobbit eventually followed you to the bee still on the floor, moving a little.

You let him act as he wanted and he found a way to wake it up and help him to go outside. Who knew that a little honey could save a bee?

Bilbo knew. After he brought out the giant bee and came back to you, you immediately hugged him. Surprised and embarrassed, he tensed before thinking you needed comfort.

“It’s fine. I don’t think another one would come in after what you did,” he said as he stroked your back.

“I’m sorry! And I thank you so much!” you said as you pulled back a little, your hands still holding his upper arms. “It was amazing! You’re amazing!”

Your enthusiastic words quickly made the little hobbit blush, or maybe it was your hands on him or your previous hug. Unlike the dwarfs, he had no beards, so you could see it easily, even if he tried to hide it with some nose moves and by offering you breakfast.

Dwalin

“Why are ye scared of something so tiny?” Dwalin asked as you hid behind him.

“I don't do it on purpose,” you replied a little too harshly.

You don’t want to talk about it, you want it to disappear. From your sight, not from this universe, you’re not a monster.

So you had hidden yourself behind the first person next to you until the bee’s sound went away, and the person in question was Dwalin. This big dwarf was a good shield for tiny things. Tiny or big, for trolls, goblins, or orcs, he wasn’t bad either!

But for bees, he couldn’t help but laugh when you were running behind him without a word until it left. Dwalin wasn’t the kind of dwarf to laugh, so you were surprised the first time you saw him smile after you thanked him for being your shield.

“At your service, lass!” he always replied with a smile before regaining his serious behaviour as usual.

You were glad to always have him when you needed it. He was a perfect shield.

When you arrived at Beorn’s house, you quickly noticed the giant bees. So you tried to avoid them. They were almost less frightening. Almost. Until you went on a walk and you found several of them around you, gathering pollen on flowers. They hadn’t noticed you, but their sounds were scary. It was nothing like the discreet sound of tiny ordinary bees.

You tried to keep you calm but the anxiety made your heart beat so hard that your eyes couldn’t stop the tears from coming. The ultimate solutions were to yell Dwalin’s help or to run away, but afraid like you were, you just closed your eyes and remained motionless.

Bees’ sounds were everywhere until you felt something in front of you. Your fear made you hesitate to open your eyes, but at the sounds of the bees moving away, you eventually opened them.

The back of Dwalin was just before you. The strong back of your shield was protecting you.

You let your head fall on it, tears running over your cheek with relief. Dwalin immediately turned to you when he heard you. You hit his chest with the little strength you had as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Are ye ok?” he said in a worried voice.

“Why did my shield take so long?” you said, hitting him once again.

“I’m here, and I’m sorry. Yer shield was looking for ye in the wrong place,” he said as he stroked your back. “I promise ye it'll never happen again.”

Ori

Bees used to scare you when they were near you. If they were far enough away to not hear them, it was fine. So you used to look around you when you were sitting on the ground, maybe a little too much.

“They don't go out at night,” Ori said with a shy voice as he was sitting next to you. “You won't find any insects like bees or wasps at night. I read it in a book when I was young.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, full of hope. “I never think of it, but you must be right. I never saw any of them at night.”

“If it can reassure you, bees almost never attack someone. It’s very rare, I’m sure you will never be attacked if you do nothing to them,” he said with a comfort face’s expression.

“Do you promise me?” you asked seriously.

“Oh, hm, yes. I promise you,” he replied in a hesitant voice but still with his nice smile.

This was the first of many conversations with the shy dwarf. He always taught you something that calmed you down when you were scared. And in this quest, there was enough to be scared of!

Even at Beorn, you weren’t so afraid of the giant bees. You were almost used to them. Then, one nice afternoon, with the permission of Dori and Nori, you went for a walk with Ori in Beorn’s territory. You both were sure you would be safe here, so you took your time. And the time always passed quickly with Ori because you always found good subjects to talk about.

In the middle of the afternoon, you took a break near a river under a big tree. As your head leaned towards the water to refresh your face, you heard a light but loud cry from Ori. You ran to him as fast as you could and saw him shake his hand. In front of him, you wanted to take his hand but he stepped back. Looking more panicked than him, he tried to reassure you but it didn’t work.

“It was just a bee that stung me. I didn't pay attention and put my hand on it when I wanted to sit down,” he explained as you were more and more worried.

He couldn’t tell you he was watching you instead of paying attention to the ground. Between you and the ground, his choice was easily made.

“You promised they never attack!” you exclaimed in a louder voice than you wanted. “What if you react wrongly and die? What if you lost your hand? Your hand Ori! What if–”

“M-my hand is fine,” he cut you off in a calm voice when his cheeks were red from your sudden over-attention to him. “I have never read that a dwarf died because of a bee. I’m sure Oín can help me with that easily. D-do you want to come with me?”

Of course you were coming with him! You will help Oín as much as you can! The scribe dwarf will need your help for a long time before he can use his hand!

#the hobbit fanfic #thorin #thorin x reader #fili #fili x reader #kili #kili x reader #bilbo #bilbo x reader #dwalin #dwalin x reader #ori #ori x reader #imagine #fluff #the hobbit fanfiction

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Familia Cuddles

This is a request for @bunson-burner they asked for a Bilbo and a fem reader family member. Where hobbits cuddle a lot and the Dwarves think they are married instead of family. And confusion abounds. Plus the hobbits have tails.

Alright so, sorry that this took as long as it did. I rewrote it like several times before I liked it. I truly hope you like it and that it is what you were after.

Warnings: No warnings

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You and Bilbo had been with the dwarves for a while now, they appeared to have gotten use to your tails which was good considering the initial reaction they each had. Not many outside of hobbits knew that the peaceful race all had tails, they weren’t all the same they ranged from rabbit like tails to more feline ones like you and Bilbo had. Some even had more bird like tails but those were rare. Though so too were the feline tails that were more akin to big cats rather then small domestic ones. You and Bilbo both had tails that could have easily belonged to a large cat that made it’s home in the mountains, they were sleek and strong, the fur matching the colour of your hair. Bilbo’s a gorgeous golden colour and yours a little darker in hue.

It had taken a while for the dwarves you accompanied to get used to seeing your tails, Ori had had an endless number of questions regarding them but once you and Bilbo had mentioned that most of the answers weren’t something that could be shared outside the race of hobbits he had stopped. Though Bilbo had been happy to discuss certain aspects of the tails, such as the fact that only family and loved ones were allowed to help groom and touch the tails, which apparently the dwarves shared in regards to their hair and beards. Ori had grown curious when you had added that a hobbit’s hair wasn’t held in the same regard and anyone could touch a hobbits hair but the hair on a hobbits feet was also special.

You had caught the younger dwarves Fili and Kili whispering amongst themselves sometimes but had decided to ignore it, you focused mostly on Bilbo trying to make sure he was okay. You had been the one to convince him to come, for he knew you couldn’t be convinced to leave the dwarves to their adventure to take back their home and there was no way he could leave you alone with them. He was no longer like he was when you two were children, he was more frightful now. Too use to the comforts your home had given the both of you.

“Y/N, would you be able to help Bombur with supper tonight?” Balin asked as he came to a stop beside the two hobbits. He stared for a moment, taking in how you were slowly helping Bilbo pick out grass seeds from the hair on his feet while he was doing the same to your tail. His own tail seemed to be wrapped around your waist.

“Oh of course,” you smiled up at the gentle old dwarf. “Give me a moment, I am nearly finished and then I’ll go and wash up.”

“Thank you, Bombur is still getting everything ready and waiting on the lads to come back with some rabbits,” Balin smiled before walking away to join his brother and Thorin as they looked over a map of the area.

“They seem rather cosy,” Dwalin muttered pointing his chin at the two hobbits who now were smiling gently at each other as Bilbo’s tail slowly unwrapped itself from around the hobbit lass’ waist as she wondered off towards the river near their camp to clean up. “They would do well to keep such things more private.”

“I agree, he should have left her at home,” Thorin added on. “A soft hobbit is enough to have to keep an eye on but a hobbit lass? She’ll merely be a distraction, the road is no place for a wife.”

Fili and Kili chose that moment to walk in past their uncle, they shared a look at the mention of a wife. They had of course had a theory that Y/N was Bilbo’s wife what with how much they groomed each other’s tails and feet, not to mention how much they cuddled during the night. Of course the dwarves huddled together when they slept when it was cold but the hobbits cuddled before sleep and it hadn’t gotten cold enough for the families to huddle together.

“Mr Boggins must really not want to be without his wife if he was willing to bring her along on a dangerous quest,” Kili muttered.

“Perhaps it is the other way around, she appears to be tougher than her husband,” Fili countered.

“What are you two conspiring about?” Bombur asked suspiciously as the two of them handed over the rabbits they had managed to capture.

“Who says we are conspiring, Mr Bombur?” Fili asked eyebrow raised.

“And when are you not?” Bombur countered. “When you two lads are whispering together it means nothing good.”

The two young dwarves rolled their eyes at the big cook, opening their mouths to continue arguing when they saw you coming up behind Bombur.

“Oh that’s an amazing number of rabbits the two of you managed to get,” you smiled so sweetly at the two dwarves that felt themselves melt a little. Your tail was swishing behind you in excitement. “Thank you for your hard work out there boys.”

“Of course Mrs Baggins,” Fili grinned bowing a little.

“Mrs-?” you started confused but before you could ask Fili the two dwarves had wondered off leaving you standing next to Bombur who only shook his head when you turned to him.

“Ignore them, little lass,” he smiled at you. “Would you mind skinning these or would you rather cut the few vegetables we have?”

“I believe it is my turn to skin them,” you said taking the rabbits from him and the offered knife to skin and gut the rabbits.

Bombur smiled as he watched you get to work, himself and his brother and cousin had taken the most liking to you and Bilbo, apart from Ori of course. You worked hard and while Bilbo was a little more flighty, Bilbo enjoyed helping where he could, and conversing with Bofur and Bifur. The two hobbits strived hard to be able to talk with his cousin, something not many of their own kind would do. That alone made the two of you alright in his books. And he couldn’t begrudge either of you for not wanting to be alone on the road, having kin with you would make the quest easier especially for the married hobbits who appeared to not have any children. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if you had stayed in your home, while Bilbo had left to help them. He focused his attention back onto his own tasks for the dinner, while you hummed softly.

It was quiet around the fire that night after dinner and the dwarves on clean up duty had finished their tasks. Bofur was playing softly on his pipe eyes clued on the two hobbits who were once again huddled together, their tails intertwined as Bilbo braided your hair for the night. He could just make out the soft whispers of conversation between the two of you. The gentle smiles and the soft way you both looked at each. He found it all rather sweet, which made how you acted around Dwalin all the more confusing to him, though he doubted if any of the other dwarves had picked up on the way the little hobbit lass blushed and seemed to struggle to speak when the big dwarf was around.

Bofur stopped playing as a grin formed on his face. It had been a bit peaceful lately the dwarf princes had not caused too much mischief lately and he knew the kind he was about to stir would be harmless…mostly. He thought the hobbits might get a little flustered if he started in on them and their relationship.

"Master Baggins, a question if you would?” he started calling out to get everyone’s attention.

“Yes,” Bilbo looked a little cautious as he put the finishing touches on your hair. He moved away from you a little focusing on Bofur. You patted his arm, your tail tightening around his but you were curious what Bofur had planned, that look in his eyes told you that it could be interesting.

“Go easy on the lad,” Bombur muttered to his brother but made no move to stop him.

“I’m curious how hobbits court,” he started.

“Oh!” Bilbo lit up, he enjoyed discussing hobbit court traditions. “Well, as I’m sure you won’t be surprised but flowers are very important to hobbits and how we court. The different stages of courting involve different bundles of flowers. My favourite part is when the courting pair decide they wish to marry, they both create flower crowns made up of the others favourite flowers, they then make a, well, I suppose the best way to explain it is a cuff for their tails which is made up of a combination of both parties favourite flowers, entwined to represent the two of them joining together. There are of course other things involved but the flowers are the main part.”

“That sounds romantic!” Ori gushed. Bofur’s grin grew, Bilbo had lead himself exactly where Bofur had hoped he would, allowing him to ask his next question without it seeming to planned.

“So, what flowers did you two use?” he asked wagging his eyebrows. “And who initiated the courting? I bet it was you lass, aye, Bilbo took too long to pluck up the courage?”

You had just taken a sip of your water skin which you proceeded to spit out everywhere and cough into your hand. Bilbo patted your back trying to help his tail moving behind him rapidly, while yours had gone flat.

“What?” you asked, voice strained, eyes wide with confusion as you stared at Bofur, you looked around the fire to see all the dwarves watching you and Bilbo expectantly. The two of you shared a look of confusion, Bilbo shrugged his own wide eyes staring into yours. “Why would we have exchanged flower crowns and cuffs?”

“Because you’re his wife,” Kili answered his voice sounded both confused and confident at the same time.

“Wife?!” Bilbo shouted standing up the fur on his tail had puffed up as his sputtered. You winced moving away slightly from him, the sharpness of his voice hurting your sensitive ears. “Y/N isn’t my wife. We’re not married.”

“You have the same last name,” Fili pointed out.

“Yes, because we are family,” you said brows furrowed. “We’re twins. I know we don’t look exactly alike but everyone has been able to tell we’re related.”

The was a moment of silence, Bilbo was still standing his hands fluttering around trying to calm himself down, you had tilted your head to the side to utterly confused as to why the Dwarves would think you were married but not able to work it out.

“The two of you are incredibly close,” Balin started, his voice soft and a little delicate, as if he was afraid of offending the two of your further. “You’re always, well, cuddling for a lack of another word and helping groom your tails and feet.”

“Yes, of course we do, we’re family!” Bilbo exclaimed.

“Bilbo, hush,” you tugged on his arm pulling him down. “Shouting won’t help any. Hobbits are extremely affectionate and touchy, especially with our family. And our family are included in the list of people who can groom our fur and feet.”

“All hobbits cuddle as much with family as you two do?” Dwalin grumbled. You looked at the gruff dwarf, your cheeks finally flushing in embarrassment.

“We lost our parents when we were young,” Bilbo defended, he didn’t take kindly to people questioning how affectionate the two of you were. “We only had each other, so yes I suppose we are closer but there is nothing wrong with it. Thank you all very much.”

“Sorry lad,” Bofur said. He truly felt bad for bringing this all up. “I truly didn’t mean anything by what I said. I’m sorry for your loss as well.”

Bilbo nodded his head, his tail wrapping around yours to offer you comfort. You smiled softly at your brother, in Hobbiton everyone knew the two of you were close, that the two of you had only each other to comfort each other after the Fell Winter. No-one ever questioned it and the fact that the dwarves did, well, it hurt a little. The dwarves looked at the hobbits a little closer, ignoring the tails to focus on your faces. They thought it a little odd that Bilbo didn’t have a beard but the two of you did look very similar. The same kind of nose, your eyes were different colours but there was a resemblance around them. They all felt a little foolish that they hadn’t noticed it before.

“So, Y/N isn’t married?” Kili asked pipping up.

“No I’m not,” you answered voice a little less energised then before.

“That’s-” Fili started eye glinting.

“Enough for tonight,” Thorin’s deadly calm voice interrupted his nephew. “The hobbits have already been questioned enough. Leave them.”

You sent a smile Thorin’s way, not caring if he had interrupted for his own reasons. You were not interested in hearing what the two mischievous princes at to say. At least not tonight. Thorin stared at you for a faint moment before nodding once and turning away back to the discussion he was having with Balin and his brother. The rest of the dwarves slowly focused on other things as well, leaving the two hobbits alone. Bofur was the last to turn his attention away, he felt horrible that he made his two friends feel uncomfortable and he tried to think of a way he could make it up to them. As he turned his attention away he noticed that Dwalin kept glancing towards you, his gruff expression a little different to normal. Bofur smiled picking up his pipe again as another plan started to form.

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~Arrows and Dragon Hide~

Kili Durin x [Dragonshifter}FemOC Part 1/?

A/N-this whole fic idea came to me in a chaotic ass dream, so, uh, ya. oh and the oc's name is pronounced (Eye-Jah)

Word Count- 1.3k

Summary- At the request of Gandalf, a dragon shifter joins the company of Thorin Oakenshield on the quest to reclaim Erebor.

Warnings- Canon typical violence, talk of death and torture

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The night hung quiet and peaceful over the small town of hobbits, many of the locals already tucked cozily away into bed. But at the top of the hill, with an emerald green door, lay a hobbit hole with a winding trail of smoke rising from the chimney. Warm light spills from the windows as a limber, cloaked figure makes their way silently to the door with the small glowing mark. The well kept garden path was encircled by a small wooden fence, the wood remained unpainted but smooth. The gate slowly creaks closed, and the small path crunches beneath the boots of the mysterious figure. Raising a hand to the door the figure delivers a sharp knock, and the sounds of conversation and movement behind the firm wooden door quiets before a solitary set of footfalls approach the door. As the knob turns and the door swings open, a gust of warm air ruffles the cloak of the newcomer. A small hobbit stands in the open space, blonde curly hair ruffled. the figure bows, and with a slight lilt to her voice says, "Eyja, at your service, you're Mister Baggins I presume?"

Rising to meet the smalls mans gaze, the hobbit gives a small nod and shuffles back a step, leaving room for woman to enter the small entry room. Removing her cloak allowing her waved brown hair to fall free and the light from inside to catch on the rings of metal in her lip and ears, she hangs the dark fabric on the wall and lays down her long slender blade on a small chest.

The sound of voices comes from down the hall and as Bilbo moves towards the sounds of ruckus, Eyja follows on nearly silent feet. Rounding the corner, her gaze is met with 13 dwarves all laughing and shouting, and one taller man in grey robes.

"Ah there we are, Thorin, this is the shifter I was telling you about," Gandalf's calm voice drifts across the room and Eyja turns to see the wizard and the raven haired dwarf watching her, "Eyja, this is Thorin Oakenshield the King Under the Mountain." The dwarf nods briefly, as she bows.

"Your majesty." Thorin stands, and the rest of the group quickly falls quiet. Bilbo moves to stand beside the grey wizard as Thorin begins to detail the quest they will be going on, and how the dwarfs will receive no assistance from the dwarven kingdoms of their kin.

"We are here to collect a burglar, and a shifter to assist us in our adventure." Thorin's cool gaze drifts from Bilbo to Eyja, drawing the rest of the companies eyes to the two aforementioned people.

Gandalf clears his throat, and places a map upon the table, "The journey to Erebor will be long and treacherous, but with this map we will find a way into the mountain, where our burglar will be able to find the Arkenstone, and in the worst case scenario where the dragon awakens Eyja will be there to handle it quickly." Gazes travel to the woman in the corner, wondering how she would be able to best Smaug the Terrible.

A dwarf with a dark mustache, pipe and large hat raises his hand and interrupts the wizard, "Now, no offence lass, but how is that wee girl meant to kill the infamous Smaug the terrible, the greatest calamity of the age?" Eyja raises her head watching as Gandalf brings up his own pipe, taking a large puff before sighing, leaning back in his chair he begins to explain.

"Master Bofur, Eyja is a skin changer, one of the very few that still roam Middle-Earth, now shifters often turn into great beasts, but she can shift into a dragon large enough to rival the size of the one currently residing in your mountain." At those words all heads turn swiftly to the woman who stands in the corner, picking at her nails. The dwarf, that she now knows is named Bofur, nods and brings his pipe to his mouth.

The other dwarfs murmur to themselves about the newest information about the only female member of the company. Bilbo however speaks up from behind the monarch, "What were you saying about a dragon?" The fear in his voice is evident in the way it warbles a bit at the end. Bofur speaks once more, going into detail about Smaug took over the mountain years ago, leaving Thorin's people to wander in search of a new home, and how those who tried to fight against the beast were scorched beyond recognition, which all lead to the small hobbit fainting.

"Eyja if you would be so kind to carry Master Baggins to his bed, so he may recover." Gandalf's soft voice breaks the silence that followed the hollow thud of Bilbo's body hitting the floor. Moving forward the shifter swiftly scoops up the burglar and begins to wander the halls attempting to find the bedroom of the company's host.

The pitter patter of feet follow her down the hall and a tall dwarf with dark hair and a shadow of stubble begins to walk beside her before bounding ahead to look into rooms. Once the two successfully find the room, Eyja gently places Mister Baggins upon the bed and both the dwarf and the shifter exit the room. "I'm Kili," the dwarrow breaks the silence while they walk slowly back to the rest of the company, "are there many other shifters like you in Middle-Earth?"

Eyja smiles at the young dwarfs curiosity, turning her head to meet Kili's dark gaze she slows her pace even more, "There were once many shifters roaming the world, for we were here before all else, we lived as one with the land and we a happy people. We protected those who could not protect themselves. But now," She brings in a ragged breath, "there are merely two left." Her walk ceases and she turns to face the warrior fully, "When the orcs first came they killed many of the shifters, capturing the rest, as it brought them amusement to torture us in cages and chains." There is a sullen pause where Eyja's hand drift to the sleeves that cover her wrists, old pain swimming in her yellowish gaze. "As far as I am aware, only two of us were able to escape the painful death we would have received, me, and Beorn; a mighty man who shifted into a great bear. Once free of the orcs grip we separated to find hidden corners of the world where we could remain safe."

Kili stands across from the woman mouth open, eyes wide, he had never meant to bring up painful memories and now the shifters eyes darken with the memories of her past. "Forgive me, I never meant to-"

She silences him quickly with a wave of her hand and a dry chuckle, "It is no worries master dwarf, you had no knowledge of it, those are old memories that I must learn to deal with eventually." Her lips close, and her golden eyes soften, "Besides, it is aways nice to talk of the times before the orcs came." The two grow silent, a contented peace settling as they continue back to the company. Returning to the table, Eyja finds the dwarfs dispersed amongst the residence setting up bedrolls and beginning to relax in preparation for the long journey ahead of them. Though Thorin stands by the door speaking with an older dwarf with a long silver beard. Kili turns to the woman again face turned up towards her with a gentle smile playing on his lips,

"I am going to go find my brother, so until tomorrow madam shifter." he bows his head a little and his grins widens at Eyja's quiet laugh.

"Just Eyja is fine, goodnight to you as well Kili." Turning away from the dwarrow the woman wanders away in search of the meddlesome grey wizard who had summoned her to Hobbiton.

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Little Miss Warrior

By: Ruth_Oakenshield

WARNING: FOR 18+ AGE READERS only!

Mentions of: Nudity, Smut, fluff, mentions of death.

No permission is given to copy nor reproduce this story without written consent.

Chapter 1

You’re out gathering firewood in the nearby forest like your Mother asked you to. It’s getting late and you realize you wandered too far into the forest this time. You curse in Khuzdul and start heading back home to your Parent’s cabin near the village of men. Your Parents settled there after Moria fell and this village of men was where you grew up.

You got to your favourite oak tree when you heard the screeches coming up fast behind you. You froze in horror then heard the screech again… Orcs. You dropped the firewood and climbed up your favourite tree as quickly and as high as the branches would allow. Your Human friends had taught you to climb trees from an early age. You did it so often that you developed an unusual strength in your upper body from having to haul your weight up into the trees you climbed.

You sat in your oak tree, hidden from the Orcs and their keen sense of smell. You watched in horror as they attacked your village and burned the homes. You heard people’s cries and then you saw the filthy Orcs drag your Parents from your home and slay them in front of it.

You bit your lip to keep from crying out, knowing that if you tried to attack, you’d be killed as well. There were too many. All you could do was watch and wait for the orcs to leave.

It seemed like hours passed, but finally they had all left. You waited in the tree till the moon was descending before you finally climbed down and went to see the damage.

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You sat in front of your Parents’ graves at the foot of your beloved oak tree. You mourned their loss and grieved deeply. When you had no more tears to shed, you got up. Said goodbye and went back to the cabin.

You wondered why the Orcs did not burn it like they did the homes of the Humans. But you were thankful it was not burned.

You looked around. It had been ransacked, as if they looked for something, but you quickly realized nothing was missing.

You quickly packed your travel pack with a couple changes of traveling clothes, bedroll, blankets, food, and cooking utensils. You took your battle axes, throwing axes and throwing knives as well as your Father’s jeweled sword that he had hidden in their room under a floorboard. You knew it was there only because he had shown you it and told you of how it came to be in his possession.

You took your Mother’s necklace with the blue sapphires and her earrings and bracelets and rings. Carefully putting them in the pouches you found in a desk drawer and then put them in your inner pocket of your shirt.

You took all the coins your family had and divided them into manageable pouches. You hid them all over your person and in your travel pack.

You looked around and then sighed. “Goodbye home.” You said quietly. “Thank you for the happy memories.” You said as you caressed the door casing where your Mother had measured your height each year until you stopped growing at 5 feet tall.

You walked out of the cabin and the sun was just coming up over the horizon fiery red and making the clouds around it glow red and hot pink and orange. You looked around at the carnage and with tears streaming down your face you started walking East.

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You don’t know how many days you had been traveling. You lost count and figured it no longer mattered. You were filthy and smelled and your hair badly needed washing. You had just fought off a small hunting pack of Orcs and were covered in their blood.

You heard water running nearby and came to a stream that fed into a small lake. You looked around and saw no one. The trees grew almost up to the shoreline of the lake except for where you were standing, on a small sandy beach.

You found a spot in the shade and set your pack and weapons down, dug out your bathing supplies, clean clothes and a towel, and covered your pack and weapons with your cloak. Effectively camouflaging it. Then you undressed and carefully brought your clothes, a throwing axe and dagger, and bathing supplies to the shore.

You washed your dirty clothes first, then hung them on some bushes in the sun to dry. Then you took your bar of soap and found a small piece of drift wood that floated and placed your soap on it. You tied a long leather strip to the wood and then to your ankle so the wood wouldn’t float away with your soap.

You stood on the shore and let your hair down from its bun and braids. You unclipped your beads that your father gave you when you ‘Came of Age’ and the ones he gave you when you mastered hunting and had killed a deer all on your own. He declared you “master huntress.” You smiled at the memory. You carefully placed the beads on a large leaf on top of your clothes, which covered your weapons, and covered the edge of the leaf with a stone.

Then you waded out till the water was at your shoulders and you ducked down under the water to get your hair wet.

You pulled over the floating wood piece and grabbed your soap. You had just gotten your hair all sudsy and washed your face, neck, arms, and upper chest when you heard voices. ‘Oh no! You thought. What am I going to do! I can’t let them see me and I can’t hide in this lake forever! Ugh!!! What horrible timing!’ You thought to yourself and quickly ducked below the water and rinsed off your face, neck, chest and hair. You pulled the wood piece with your soap over to you, then grabbed it and started to swim away under the water.

You slowly peeked your head above the water just until your eyes cleared the surface. Your eyes got huge when you saw 12 dwarves and a smaller figure come onto the beach and plop their gear down near where your pack was hidden.

You saw one white haired Dwarf look out into the lake and then notice your things along the shoreline. “Nonononononono!” You thought as he approached your belongings and squatted down. He picked up the leaf with your beads and examined them. You saw his eyes get wide and then he pulled out a small bag, put the beads into the bag and then tucked it into your clothes.

You watched in horror as he picks up your clothes and towel, your two weapons and moves them over to the tree line where you had your clothes drying. He sets them down by the shore and the tree line then goes back to where the others were setting up camp.

A few minutes later you see the white haired Dwarf talking to two taller ones and they look out to the lake. You quickly duck down and wait a few moments and swim closer to the wooded shoreline. Pleasantly surprised with the depth of the water so close to the shore.

You peek back up over the waterline and see them staring at where you were a moment ago, watching the ripples from where you ducked under the water. Then they look over to where your clothes hang drying. They walk over to them and examine the clothes hanging on the bushes.

You hear one of them say that they look like Dwarvish travel clothes. Another says, “Aye, and a Dwarrowdam’s judging by the size and style.” They look around again trying to find you, but don’t see you.

“Leave these be. Perhaps she is out hunting and will return. When she does, we will talk with her then.” The one with the long, dark hair instructs.

You watch as they rejoin the rest of the group and someone with dark hair and no beard starts stripping and makes a run for the lake. The rest quickly join him and soon they are all in the lake swimming and splashing and having a grand time of getting cleaned up.

You turn away with a blush and slowly swim farther away from the beach and from them.

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“Kili, what are you looking at?” Fili asks as he jumps on his Brother trying to dunk him below the water. Kili comes up sputtering and looks over by the tree line again trying to spot the movement he had seen a moment ago. Thorin notices his intent gaze and comes over.

“Kili, what has caught your attention?” He asks quietly.

“There’s movement…. over there…” he points, “in the water near the shore by those trees! It’s moving away slowly like it doesn’t want to be seen or caught.”

This piques Thorin’s attention. “Stay here. Be on your guard.” He tells his Nephews. He takes a deep breath then ducks under the water and swims for the shoreline by the trees where Kili had spotted the movement. He slowly comes up to the surface and breaches the waterline with his head just enough to see and take some breaths.

He spots movement a little ways away. A dark head of hair slowly moving along the edge of the lake, staying in the shadows.

Thorin takes another deep breath and ducks below the water, he opens his eyes and is surprised he can see quite well in the water. It’s nearly crystal clear. Then he sees a naked Dwarrowdam’s body ahead of him and he is mesmerized but frowns seeing bruises on her. Her hair is quite long and floats like seaweed around her naked body. She is treading water and is beautiful. He suddenly feels himself drawn to her and wonders if she is his One.

He quietly swims up behind her and comes up for air just as she turns. She lets out a shriek and tries to swim away, but Thorin’s hand clamps down on her arm before she gets away. She struggles against him and is trying desperately to escape. He speaks quietly to her, trying to calm her down. He realizes the other Dwarves are probably watching him now that she shrieked.

“Shhhhh now. I won’t hurt you! Calm down and lets talk.” He says as he holds her by the wrist. He can see the fear in her eyes but can also see fire.

“Let me go! How dare you sneak up on me here… like this! Go away! Leave me alone!” You hiss at him and continue tugging at your arm trying to get it out of his strong grasp.

“I apologize for startling you. We were not aware someone was already camping here, and in the lake until we had already set up camp.” He says to you. “Now if you would PLEASE stop struggling, and talk with me, perhaps we can come to an agreement, so you don’t have to spend the night in this cold lake hiding from us…” he says in a smooth, baritone voice that commands attention and respect.

You stop struggling and turn your head to face him. His dark blue eyes open wide when he sees your face. Your heart starts pounding as you look at his handsome face and up into his deep blue, captivating eyes. You quickly crop your gaze and get embarrassed that you are naked before such a handsome being.

He chuckles when he sees you blush and drop your head. “Now, will you come back to the shore and join us for supper if I have my men get out, get dressed and we keep our backs to you so you can do the same?” He asks with twinkling eyes and a raised eyebrow. You look up at him not sure he can be trusted. “And how can I know that you or your men will not sneak a peek?” You ask.

He chuckles. “You have my word, my dear, none of us will look at you until you tell us you are dressed.” He promises. “And how can I know that I can trust your word. I don’t even know any of you.” You say as you try to move away again.

Thorin tightens his grip on your wrist. “I am Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror. We travel to reclaim our homeland that was taken by Smaug, the dragon.” He explains as he gently pulls you closer to him.

You immediately stop struggling when you hear him say his name and you look at him in shock. He chuckles at your reaction. “Now, will you do my company and I the honor of joining us for supper and tales of adventure?” He asks again as he pulls you towards him. “We mean you no harm and no one will hurt you.” He promises.

“Okay.” You say as you begin to shiver. You aren’t sure if it’s because you are getting cold or if it’s because you are in the presence of a member of the Royal Family… in a lake…and you both are as naked as the day you were born. He has let go of your arm and is looking at you with an odd look on his face. Just being in this Dwarf's commanding yet quiet presence, you feel safe for the first time since your parents were killed, but you also feel something else… you can’t put it into words.

He lets go of his gaze on you, then quietly says, “Come.” As he gently takes your hand and pulls you along the shoreline near to where your clothing is. Once the two of you get close to the shore, he stops and says, “Wait here with your back to us. When we are out and clothed, I will have my men put their backs to you and I will stand behind them to make sure none try to sneak a peek. I will tell you when you can come out and get dressed.” He looks down at you and asks, “What is your name, my dear?”

You look up into his questioning sapphire eyes and then quickly look down. “Beyla Emberblade” you reply.

“Beyla, I will leave you now to get my men out of the water, so we can all dry off, get dressed and have supper. Promise me you will come join us when you finish dressing.” He asks.

You nod. “I promise.” You reply quietly.

He kisses the top of your head, enjoying the smell of your hair, then turns you to face the tree line.

You hear him swim away and bark orders for everyone to get out of the water, get dried off and dressed quickly then to stand with their backs facing the trees.

You hear a few asking questions and hear Thorin saying something, then you hear them all get out of the water quickly and get dressed. After a few minutes you hear Thorin say your name and that it’s safe for you to come out, dry off and get dressed.

You turn your head and look to see all 13 of them with their backs to you in a line, and Thorin standing between them and you with his back to you as well.

You quickly pull yourself up out of the water and scramble to your clothes that the white haired Dwarf had neatly set by the tree line. You quickly dried off and dressed in the clean clothes. You quickly took down your freshly washed and dried clothes and folded them. Placing them in a neat pile at your feet. You looked at them then said, “Okay. I’m dressed.”

You watch as they turn around slowly and face you. Thorin comes up to you smiling and reaches for your hand. “Come, let me introduce you to my company.” You bend down, place your throwing axe on top of your pile of clothes and you shove your throwing knife into the sheath on your boot. Then you pick up the bag with your hair beads in it and the pile of clothes and you let a Thorin lead you over to his men.

You keep your head down as you follow him. He stops in front of the white haired Dwarf, and you look up to see him smiling brightly at you. “Beyla, this is my friend and advisor, Balin, son of Fundin. Balin this is Beyla.”

Balin gives you a bow and says, “At your service Miss Beyla.”

Thorin then moves to the next Dwarf. “Beyla, this is Dwalin, son of Fundin, my Captain of the Guard and a dear friend. Dwalin is Balin’ Brother. Dwalin, this is Beyla.”

“At your service, Miss Beyla.” He replies with a small bow, eyeing your throwing axe.

Thorin did this introduction for each Dwarf and their Hobbit. They all smiled warmly at you and greeted you with friendly smiles.

Once the introductions were done, the Dwarves began to prepare for supper and rest. You wandered over to the tree line and surprised them all when you removed your cloak from the pack it had hidden, and you put it on.

You heard them gasp as it seemed to them you had disappeared into the trees, so well did the cloak camouflage you. You chuckled and picked up your Father’s sword, wrapping it’s belt around your hips and then you picked up your harness with your axes and then grabbed your pack.

You felt all their eyes on you as you walked back over to the group and looked around for a place to settle in for the night. You noticed a spot near a fallen log that wasn’t too far from the fire, so you plopped your things down there. You unrolled your bed roll and blanket, then dug around in your pack for your sharpening stone and oil, so you could check your weapons’ blades.

The Dwarves watched you as they settled in for the evening and talked quietly. You settled yourself on the log and pulled out your arsenal of throwing knives, daggers, axes and your two battle axes. You sat there checking each one carefully, cleaning off the orc blood from their hilts and sharpening them to a razor sharp edge.

“You have about as many weapons on you as Fili does!” Bofur teases you suddenly. Fili looks up from his discussion with his Brother at the mention of his name. Many of the Dwarves laugh and nod. You look across the fire to the Dwarf with the funny hat, who teased you. He chuckled and smiled. “Do ya know how to use those, Lass, or do ya need someone to teach ya?” He teased.

You looked down at the dagger in your hand and looked back at him laughing with Dwalin. “Thwunk”

Bofur looks down on the tree stump he was sitting on. Your dagger a few inches from his crotch.

Dwalin and the other Dwarves roar laughing at Bofur’s surprised expression. He pulls the dagger out of the stump and looks at it surprised you threw it and where it landed. “Please tell me you meant to throw it there and not at me chest!” He teases. You give him a devilish smirk. Dwalin roars laughing and pats Bofur on the back.

“Nice.” Bofur rolls his eyes and says. “Did you craft this yourself?” He asks as he examines the dagger. Dwalin stops laughing and looks at you to see your reply. He frowns when all you do is look down into your lap at its twin dagger in your hand. “No.” Is all you say.

Dwalin takes the dagger from Bofur and examines it. “I’ve seen this dagger before! But it’s been such a long time ago I can’t remember where or who had it!” He exclaims.

Thorin sits up and looks at him then over to you. “Let me see it.” Thorin demands.

Dwalin hands it to him and Thorin looks at it then realizes who it belonged to.

“Where did you get Lord Danvar’s daggers? And is that not the Lord’s sword as well?” He asks pointing to the sword at your hip.”

Everyone went silent and stared at you….

Chapter 2

“Beyla, I asked you, where did you get Lord Danvar’s daggers and sword?!?” Thorin asks you a second time when you did not reply.

You shudder at his tone. “They were my Grandfather’s.” you mumble quietly.

The Dwarves just stare at you in shock. Finally, Balin looks from Thorin to you and chuckles. He takes the dagger from Thorin and brings it back over to you. Balin holds it out to you with his palm open and the dagger resting on it. “Here Lass.” he says softly.

You look up at him and he smiles warmly. You take the dagger and check the blade for any damage from the tree stump. Balin sits next to you on the log, watching you put away your weapons as you finish cleaning and sharpening each one. The daggers and knives into your boots’ sheaths and some on your thigh’s sheath, some into your clothing.

“Beyla” how did you end up here? Where are your traveling companions?” Balin asks you the question they’ve all been wondering since you came up out of the water.

“I have none.” you simply reply as you play with the edge of your throwing axe. Balin looks up at his Brother and Thorin, concerned. Thorin comes around the fire and stands in front of you with his pipe in his hand. He squats down and tries to look you in the face, but you look down at your foot instead.

He takes your chin gently in his hand and tilts your head, so it is even with his face. “Beyla, why are you traveling alone? Where is your family?” you keep your eyes closed and feel them start to burn with tears.

Balin scoots over on the log and places a hand on yours, giving it a small squeeze. “It’s all right Lass, you can tell us what happened.” he encourages.

You sigh and open your eyes, feeling the tears start to roll down your cheeks.

“They’re dead.” was all you could manage to get out before closing your eyes and quietly letting the tears fall.

Thorin looked at Balin worried. Balin shooed Thorin away and he wrapped you up in an embrace and let you cry. He rubbed your back and murmured to you that you’d be okay now. They would keep you safe.

Once you had calmed down, he asked you what happened. “Grandpa and Poppa fought in the battle for Moria. They had been out on patrol when the Dwarves in Moria were attacked by orcs and goblins and the Balrog was awoken. They managed to get Grandma and a few others out when they realized what had happened and went to try to save the Kingdom.

Grandpa was mortally wounded and gave his sword and daggers to Poppa telling him to take Grandma and the others and flee to someplace safer. Poppa did as he was told and He, Grandma and a Dwarrowdam all settled in the village I was born in. Poppa married the Dwarrowdam, my mother, and they lived with his mother until she died of old age. A few years later I was born to him and Momma.

I’m not sure how long I have been wandering the wilderness now. Our village was attacked while I was in the forest gathering wood for Momma. I heard the cries of the Orcs and quickly climbed my favourite Oak tree almost to the top and hid. I watched as a huge hoard of orcs attacked and burned my village and I saw them kill my Parents. I hid in the tree until they had all left and the moon was on it’s downward journey to the horizon.

I climbed out of the tree, buried my Parents at the tree’s roots, and then salvaged what I could from our home and left. For some reason they ransacked my Parents’ house, but took nothing and did not burn it like they did to the others. I do not know what they searched for, but I quicky took Father’s sword from it’s hiding place in the floor and his daggers and a few other things and left as quickly as I could. I’ve been wandering ever since.

Somehow I ended up in Lothlorien and Lady Galadrial gave me this cloak after hearing my tale and seeing Father’s weapons.

She told me to wander to the East and I would find a new home and my One. I do not know what she meant by that, but I did wander East. Beorn, the big bear skinchanger, welcomed me into his home after he found me hurt and bleeding in his pastures. His magnificent and huge horses had found me and protected me from the Orcs who had been following me. He chased away the orcs and nursed me back to health. He gave me provision when I told him I needed to leave, and he told me I was always welcome there.

I wandered to Mirkwood and camped at the entrance for a few days, feeling uneasy entering it’s borders after the warning I got from Beorn. One day a red haired Elleth met me at the entrance and welcomed me to the Woodland Realm. She took me to meet Legolas and Thranduril. They let me stay there a while and then, when I was ready, they let me leave and told me I was always welcomed there.

I ventured to Dale to find it in ruin and so continued on to Lake Town. I disliked it there. The Master was cruel and greedy and his men reminded me of slippery eels. I left there quickly and wandered more. The Lonely mountain was barricaded shut and no one answered when I called out, I suppose it was abandoned. I had heard talk in Laketown of a Dragon that had attacked it a long time ago. So, when I left, Laketown, I stopped at the mountain to see if it was truly still abandoned. I guess it was. So, I continued traveling East.

I met Dain of the iron hills, who offered to let me stay with them for the winter. He taught me to use my weapons and how to forge new ones, and begged me to stay there with his Dwarrow, but I refused. I didn’t feel comfortable in the iron hills.

My spirit seems to be restless, searching for something, but I don’t know what it is, and I can’t find anyplace that feels like home and calms my spirit.” you tell Balin, not realizing that the entire company had gone quiet to hear your tale.

“I traveled as far East as I could, then came back to the west, thinking that perhaps I missed something on my journeying. I eventually came upon this lake this afternoon after fighting off another small band of Orcs, and decided to rest here for a while and get cleaned up. The sound of the water and the peacefulness of the atmosphere appealed to me. So, I set my pack and weapons down, covered them with my cloak after I had pulled out my things to bathe and fresh clothes, and decided to wash my dirty clothes first, so they could dry as I bathed. I had just washed my hair and face when I heard you all coming and went under the water and to the edge of the tree line.” you explained.

“When you saw my things, why did you move them over to the tree line and why did you put my beads into this bag?” you ask Balin as you held up the bag.

Balin smiled. “Lass I was good friends with your Grandfather. I remember your Father showing me the beads he had just proudly made for the One he would court if he found her. I recognized his crest on them and knew you must either be his One or his child. When I saw the huntress’ beads I realized they were most likely belonging to his Daughter.

I put them into the bag so they would not get lost amongst the sand if they got bumped off the leaf. I moved your clothing and weapons, because I know these lads quite well and your belongings would’ve ended up wet and you would’ve had to climb out of the water in amongst this rabble instead of the privacy you should have. So, I put them where you could climb out and have more privacy, thanks to Thorin there rounding this rabble up and making them face away.” he explained with a grin.

“I am sorry for the loss of your family, my dear. Do you not have any siblings or other family you can go to?” Balin asked.

You shook you head. “I have no one, Sir. I am an orphan now, but I take care of myself, though I miss my family dearly.”

You yawn and apologize for it. “You are tired, aren’t you lass.” Balin states.

You nod.

Balin takes a bowl of stew from Bofur who was passing them out and he hands it to you. “Eat Lass, then you can lie down and go to sleep.” he tells you, then takes a bowl from Bofur for himself and gets up to go sit with his Brother and talk for a while.

You sit and eat, nervous because Thorin and several others are watching you, all be it discreetly. You finish your bowl of stew and bring it to Bombur and thank him for making supper. He smiles and asks if you’d like any more. You shake your head and thank him anyway.

You head back to your pack and dig through it looking for your hairbrush and comb. You find them and then get up and walk down the shoreline as far away from the camp as you can get. You sit down in the sand and start to comb out your snarled and tangled hair. You curse up a storm in Khuzdul because you didn’t comb it out when it was wet and now your hair has dried and is in knots you can’t seem to get undone. You give up and lean forward and look into the lake. Then you get an idea.

You lay down on your belly and dunk your head into the water, so your whole head is now submerged. You reach up and swish your hair in the water to make sure it all gets wet. Then you flip your head back as you quicky get up onto your knees and hear someone sputter. You whirl around to see Kili and Fili behind you soaked by your hair flinging water everywhere.

“Just what do you think you two were doing???” you ask.

“Uncle sent us to keep you safe.” they said sheepishly. “We thought you were going to fall in. What were you doing?” Fili asked as he came up to you and sat down next to you and threw pebbles into the lake.

Kili plopped down into the sand on the other side of you and looked at you. “You’re gonna get sick going to bed with wet hair out here.” he said as he pulled a strand from off your forehead.

“I needed to get it wet, so I could get it combed back out. It dried before I could get the snarls and tangles combed out and the snarls were just too much to handle.” you explain.

“You should try the oil Uncle uses for his. It keeps it from getting all tangled up during the day.” Fili states.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. “What oil is it? Maybe I could get some in the next market I happen upon.” you state.

Kili giggles. “Or we could lend you some.” he says.

You raise your eyebrow at him and say, “Lend me some, or do you mean steal it from his pack and give it to me?” Kili giggled at you catching on to his meaning and getting caught by you.

Just then Balin came up and scolded the boys for pestering you. He shooed them back over to the fire. “You okay, Lass.” he asked as he came over.

You nod. “I’m just trying to get my hair combed out so I can rebraid it with my Father’s braid and the huntswoman braid he had placed in my hair, but I’m afraid I was never able to master them before he died.” you say realizing you had no way to redo them properly. Balin knelt down and saw you were close to tears.

“I know you don’t have any family left, Lass, but if you would allow it, I know how to do the huntswoman braid and can help you with that one at least. I saw my Mother do it often enough”

You look up at Balin and smile. “Please?” you ask.

He chuckles. “Get it combed out and I will do the huntswoman braid for you. What will you do for the other family braids?” he asks cautiously.

You begin combing your hair, starting at the ends and working your way up in sections. “I don’t have family anymore.” you say sadly. What does one do when there’s no family left to tie yourself to?” you ask him. He sits down next to you and thinks as he looks out on the stillness of the lake.

“Some Dwarrow, especially Dwarrowdams, will be adopted by a close friend of the family if she loses her Parents unexpectedly. If the Dwarrow are young children who are orphaned, they will usually be adopted by another family and will take their name and lineage. I guess it is up to you. What would you like to do?” He asks.

You think for a while as you finish combing out your incredibly long hair. Balin watches you, mesmerized at how long your hair is. “Have you ever cut your hair lass?” he finally asks.

You stop combing your hair midway through the section you were on. “No, it’s never been cut, other than to remove split ends. Though, I thought about chopping it short when my Parents died, out of mourning. But then I remembered Momma saying, the day before the orc attack, how she never wants to see my hair cut. She loved how long it was and was always playing with it.” you tell him.

He nodded.

“Okay, Master Balin, could you do my huntswoman braids now?" you ask.

He smiles and stands up. “Here, Lass, hand me your comb.” he says as he holds out his hand. You give him your comb and he sections off a piece of your hair on the side, just behind your ear, and begins to do the huntswoman braid he saw his Mother put in her hair every day when he was a little pebble of a Dwarf.

He enjoyed the soft feel of your damp hair and took his time with the braid, making sure it was tight enough to stay in once your hair dried completely. When he reached the end of the braid, you handed him the huntswoman bead your Father had crafted for you.

Then Balin moved to the other side of you and parted another section to do the other huntswoman braid on that side. Again, taking his time and making sure the hair was smoothed and tight enough, so the braid wouldn’t come loose. He finished and you handed him the other bead. You sighed and looked down at the two other beads sitting on the pouch.

“Balin, what do I do with these? I have no family now. These beads…” you couldn’t finish the sentence as tears rolled down your cheeks. Balin came and sat by you again. He pulled out a long leather strip from his pocket, and strung the two beads onto the strip. Then he looped the strip around your neck and tied it in the back. He carefully lifted up your long hair and slid it out from under the leather strip. Then he smoothed your hair back down. “Just keep them on this for now. If we can reclaim our home in Erebor, and I survive, I will make you a fine mithril chain to put them on and you can do with them as you wish.” he offers.

“You remind me a lot of Poppa.” you tell him quietly.

He chuckles. “Your Father was a good Dwarf, Beyla. He was a captain of the guard in Moria for many years and we became good friends when I had to travel there as an emissary for King Thror.” Balin told you. “He would be proud of the warrior his Lass has become.” he said gently as he rubbed your back.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you Balin.”

He chuckled again. “Any time Lass. Now it’s getting late, go to sleep now and get some rest. Someone will be on watch so don’t worry your pretty little head about anything.” he said as he stood and helped you up. The two of you walked back to the camp.

He chuckled when he saw where Kili and Fili had placed their bed rolls… one on each side of yours. You rolled your eyes and looked at him for help. Balin just chuckled and said, “Don’t worry lass, you’ll be safe. They won’t do much more than cuddle or steal your blankets during the night”

You sighed, took off your Father’s sword and leaned it up against the log by your pack. You unhook your throwing axes from their harnesses at your hips and set them under your pillow. Earning a chuckle from Dwalin. Then you laid down, curled up under your blanket and went to sleep.

You didn’t notice when the two Durin boys laid down on either side of you and wrapped their arms over you making a Durin sandwich. Thorin, Balin and Dwalin all chuckled at the picture. Dwalin looks over at Balin and asked, “What were you doing with her by the lake?”

Balin chuckled, “Don’t worry, Brother, I’m too old for courting her. She needed help putting in the huntswoman braids. I remembered watching our Mother put them into her hair every morning, so I told her I could do them for her if she liked. She said she was never able to master it and she doesn’t know how to do her family’s braids. She said she wouldn’t wear them any longer since she no longer has a family.” he said sadly.

Dwalin grunted and looked back at you in the midst of the Durin boys. “Well they sure took a liking to her.” Balin chuckles. “I think it’s just that they aren’t the youngest ones anymore and they are curious about her and her past.” Balin muses.

Thorin doesn’t say anything, but wonders if he was right in thinking you were his One or not. He offers to take first watch and Balin tells him to wake him for the second watch. Thorin nods and goes to sit on the rock by the tree line.

Dwalin looks over to his Brother and says, “10 gold coins says she will be snuggling with Kili by the morning.” Balin looks at them and then at his Brother. “Nay, brother, she will be snuggling our King by morning.” he says with a wink.

Dwalin looks at him in surprise and grins. “Shake on it?”

Balin grins and nods. They shake and get ready to sleep.

Balin isn’t able to sleep and just watches across the fire as you spin in your sleep. Wrapping yourself up like a burrito. When ever you shift a ¼ turn, the two boys tighten their grip and after you reposition yourself, they finally relax their grip on you. After a while you have unwound yourself from your blanket and Fili somehow gets a hold of it and steals it. Balin chuckles quietly watching the scene.

He sees you start to shiver and Kili pulls you over to him and snuggles up with you and unconsciously wraps you up in his blanket and shares it with you. For a while you calm down and then Balin notices you start to get upset again and try to roll away from Kili. He tries to pull you closer but you pry his fingers off your waist and you fling the blanket off and roll back to the middle. You tuck his blanket back into his arm and he cuddles the blanket and leaves you alone.

You lay on your side facing Kili and after a while you start to shiver again. You sit up and look around for your blanket. You see Fili has it over himself and you smack him and take it back.

Balin chuckles quietly when your smack barely fazes Fili. He just grunts and rolls over to you and grabs you and pulls you against him. You groan and cover yourself with the blanket. Things quiet down for a while and Thorin comes to tell Balin it’s his turn for watch.

“Haven’t you slept, Balin?” Thorin asks with a yawn.

“No, Laddie, I couldn’t sleep. Been entertained with your Nephews fighting over Beyla and her blanket in their sleep.”

Thorin raises an eyebrow and Balin tells him what he observed.

Thorin chuckled. “Fili always the blanket thief. Kili was always crying because Fili stole his blanket when they’d sleep, and he'd wake up cold. But then Kili would just snuggle up to Fili when he got cold, and Fili would automatically pull him against his chest, and they’d share body heat and fall back to sleep. I don’t think they even realize they do that anymore. It’s just automatic for them.” Thorin says.

To prove his point, Kili wakes up a little, is cold and crawls over to Beyla and Fili and snuggles against Beyla’s back and goes back to sleep. Balin and Thorin chuckle and Balin gets up to take watch. Thorin lays down on his bedroll near where Balin’s was and just laid there watching his Nephews with you. After a while you started to squirm, rolled over and pushed Kili away from you and then pried off Fili’s arms and sat up and quietly groaned.

He watched in amusement as you climbed up onto the big log that served as your headboard for your sleeping area and curled up and threw the blanket over you and tried to go to sleep.

Kili got cold again and snuggled over to Fili who wrapped his arms around his Brother and the two went back to sleep completely unaware that you had escaped them. Thorin grinned.

Thorin watched you for a while. The sweat that was glistening on your face and soaked your sleep shirt when you first woke up and escaped his Nephews seemed to dry quickly as you lay curled up on the fallen tree. He closed his eyes and just laid there listening to the crickets. After a while he heard you get up and cracked his eye open just enough to see you walk quietly over to Balin and say something. Balin chuckled and said something back. Then he heard you walk over and stop in front of him. He opened his eye and glanced up at your trembling form.

He chuckled and opened his fur for you to come snuggle. “Come, you look cold.” he said to you.

You knelt down and nodded. “Is it ok?” you ask unsure.

“Come here, Lass. I will keep you warm and safe.” he tells you.

You cautiously lie down with your blanket wrapped around you. You scoot back towards him, so your back is against his chest. He wraps his fur around you, and you are instantly warm.

“Your Nephews are a pain to sleep between. One steals my blanket, and the other is so blazing hot, I feel like I’m being roasted alive! And don’t get me started on the two of them making a Durin sandwich with me in the middle. Way. Too. Warm!” you quietly tell Thorin.

You hear his chuckle rumble in his chest. “No worries now, my dear, go to sleep. Tell me if you get too warm and I will adjust the fur for you to help cool you off.” Thorin tells you.

You sigh contentedly and fall asleep. Balin chuckles as he sees you snuggle in to Thorin’s fur and when he doesn't see you squirming any further he realizes you fell asleep.

Come morning you wake to hear a bag of coins land by Balin’s head. You glance up and see Dwalin frowning at Balin and Balin winks at you and grabs the bag. Kili and Fili are asking the other Dwarves where you disappeared to and Balin keeps his mouth shut and just chuckles.

Thorin hasn’t moved and is still laying on his bedroll watching the scene with amusement. No one noticed your dirty feet sticking out of the bottom of his fur lined coat. His hand still resting on your waist under the coat. He squeezes it gently telling you to stay put. You just rest there and enjoy the trick that the two of you are playing on them.

Bombur gets the breakfast going and Thorin still has not moved from his bed roll. “You feeling all right, Uncle?” Fili askes as he squats down and looks at his Uncle.

“Never better.” Thorin replies with a smirk.

“Then why aren’t you up like you normally are?” Fili asks.

Thorin grins, “Because I am enjoying the morning and the beautiful sunrise.” he says and as Fili and Kili turn to look at the sunrise Thorin nudges you to sit up. You do and when they turn back, they see you sitting there wrapped in his fur and rubbing your eyes.

The two Durin Boys look at their Uncle with mouths agape. “How did you end up with Uncle, when you were between the two of us when we went to sleep last night?” Kili says surprised.

You smirk. “Well, I got tired of my blanket being stolen, and then getting pulled against the two of you blazing furnaces and being roasted alive! So, I went to lie down elsewhere and got cold. Thorin saw me shivering and said I could lay down under his fur and he would keep me warm and promised he wouldn’t steal my blanket.” you tease.

They just look at him and he has a smug smirk on his face. The two boys let out a huff and go back to their bedrolls bickering about who’s fault it is you ended up with their Uncle.

Thorin sits up and chuckles, then frowns as he watches you stand and stretch and walk over to your pack. He watches as you pick up all your stuff and haul it over to the water’s edge. You shake out your bed roll and roll it carefully and attach it to your pack. Then you shake out your blanket and go to fold it as well. You pause in folding it, realizing it now smells like Thorin. You grin and huff his scent as you finish folding the blanket and tuck it in with your bedroll.

Then you take out your soap and a cloth and wash your face, neck, and chest. You feel all sweaty again and wish you had time to bathe properly before leaving. Thorin watches you and then looks up at the sunshine. He goes over to Balin and asks him if they can afford to spare a day here and rest on the lake shore.

Balin grins and nods. “Aye, we have time for that.”

Thorin tells everyone to enjoy the day and rest / relax and that they will leave the next morning. Everyone lets out a hoot and both Kili and Fili strip down to their sleep pants and make a run for the lake. They jump in and start racing to see who can swim to the other side of the lake first. You look up and chuckle, wishing you could do that.

Thorin comes over and stands by you and watches his Nephews’ antics.

“I am sorry my Nephews made it for a miserable night of sleep for you.” he says quietly as he sits down next to you, still watching them swim. “It wasn’t ALL miserable.” you tease. “I was pretty comfortable after you let me lay down next to you.” you say with a smirk. You see his cheeks and ears turn pink at your remark.

“What will you do now?” he asks. “Where will you go?” he says and looks at you. You look down at your hands and shrug. “I don’t know.” you say.

Chapter 3

Thorin sits next to you quietly for a while, watching his Nephews swim and play in the water. After a bit, Bilbo comes down and joins you.

"Thorin, do you think it wise that we stay here another day? Shouldn't we be moving on?" he asks.

You chuckle.

"Bilbo," Thorin says, "... it is perfectly safe here. We are far enough from the tree line, that nothing can sneak up on us, we have the protection from any weather, and a water source. We will be fine. We can spare a day to rest and just relax after all the running we have been doing. Now go, relax and enjoy the day's break from traveling."

Bilbo nods, stands, and wanders off to join Bofur and Bombur to look for some berries for breakfast.

You chuckle and watch him leave. Then you turn to finish packing your belongings. You pull out a comb and run it through your long, dark hair. Thorin watches you as you carefully untangle a few knots and curse a bit in Khuzdul as some were being stubborn. Thorin chuckles, "Here, let me get some oil for you to use. It helps gets the knots out and will keep your hair from getting tangled. Wait here." he says and then stands and walks to his pack and pulls out a small bottle of oil.

He comes walking back and sits down behind you. "Will you permit me to apply the oil to your hair?" he asks nervously.

You nod and sit still. You hear the bottle click as Thorin opens it and pours some into his palm. He sets the bottle carefully in the sand next to him and he rubs his palms together, coating them in the oil. He takes a deep breath and begins to finger comb your hair, working it into the long, soft strands of dark hair. He would carefully pick out the knots in your hair, being careful not to tug too hard and would work the kinked hair with his oiled fingers until it worked itself straight. You sighed contentedly and closed your eyes.

Balin watched from the campsite, chuckling at Thorin's bold action. Dwalin came over with an armload of firewood he had collected. When he saw Balin chuckling, he asked, "What's so funny, Brother?"

Balin nodded over towards the shoreline where Thorin sat oiling your hair and removing the tangled knots.

Dwalin's eyebrows raised, and he looked at you two surprised. "Well, he's moving in mighty quick." Dwalin said chuckling.

Balin just grinned. "He knows the story behind the Lass' Grandfather's sword and daggers. He also knows she is alone now and knows she will need protection if Azog finds out she has the weapons." Balin states. "I think he's enamoured with her and fascinated by how long she has survived on her own without travel companions. It wouldn't surprise me if he asked to court her and invites her with us by tonight." Balin tells his Brother.

"Well, none of us will complain about it." Dwalin says chuckling as he stacks the firewood off to the side. "Care for a swim, Brother?" he asks.

Balin looks up at the sun, just starting to peek out above the treetops. "Aye, I think that sounds lovely." he replies. They both strip, down to their underclothes and head for the lake.

Thorin sees them coming and turns to block your view of them entering the lake as he works on oiling the hair on the side of your head.

Finally, he finishes oiling your hair and reaches down and takes the comb from your hand. Your eyes dart open since you almost fell asleep. You look up at him confused. "Allow me to comb through your hair to make sure all the knots are out?" Thorin asks.

You smile and nod.

He grins and begins to slowly run the comb through your hair, being careful not to snag your braids. He finds a few knots near your neck under the outer part of the hair. He gently parts your hair horizontally from ear to ear and twists it into a knot. He takes a large bead out of his pocket and clips it up and out of the way. Then he gently pushes your head down to open the space at your neck, so he can work the knots out. He puts a bit more oil in his palm and gently works it into the knot and surrounding hair. Slowly he picks out the knots and smooths the hair strands. Thorin runs the comb through the bottom half of your hair and sees all the knots are out and the hair is nice and smooth now.

He sighs, sad that he is done and unclips your top section of hair. He combs through it once more, smoothing it all down. The sun hits it, and it shines like a raven's black wings.

Thorin sighs and hands you back your comb. "There, all the knots are out, and they should not give you any problems for the day." he tells you. "Will you stay with us and join our company?" he asks as you tuck your comb back into the bag. You look up at him and are surprised to see his azure eyes boring into you as if he was searching for something, some answer that only you could give.

"I don't know..." you reply. "how would it look if a Dwarrowdam traveled with so many male Dwarves and a Hobbit on such an adventure? Surely people would assume inappropriate things!" you say quietly.

Thorin Chuckles. "Do not worry about such things, Ghivashel (treasure of all treasures), we will treat you properly. No one will force themselves on you in such a manner. Though if you decide to share any one Dwarf's bed, none will complain. Dwarrowdams are treasured by us and fiercely protected. I cannot in clear conscience let you leave and continue to travel alone without our protection. Please, stay with us, let us protect you now." Thorin said quietly as he traced the side of your face with his fingers gently.

You shivered. You looked up into his eyes, that were dilating, and you could see desire in them, and love. You shivered again and closed your eyes as he continued to caress your face, then moved his hand to caress your neck. Gently brushing your hair from your shoulder. You felt his calloused fingers caress your bare shoulder and it sent tingles throughout your body. He watched your reactions to him intently and grinned when you closed your eyes and didn't stop him from caressing your soft skin. Oh, Mahal, did he want to take you! Right there on the beach, but propriety kept him in check.

"Ghivashel, will you stay with us? Stay with me? Help us reach Erebor and if we succeed in killing the dragon, will you stay and help us rebuild?" he purred into your ear as he shifted closer to you.

You shivered at his hot breath on your bare neck as he slowly leaned down and whispered in your ear. "Will you let me court you, Ghivashel? You are my One, and I can't stand the thought of you with another or wandering the wilds any longer alone and unprotected. Please, Ghivashel?" He whispers as he begins to gently kiss and nibble your neck and shoulder.

Your breath hitches and you are lost in the feelings he is creating inside you. His words swirling around in your mind. "You want me???" you ask quietly. "I am nobody. No one. I have no family to belong to any longer!" you say quietly, confused by his confession to you.

"Then be mine, belong to me, Amrâlimê." he rumbles into your ear with his rich, velvety, baritone voice.

You shiver and he grins when he sees goosebumps rise on your skin. "Be miiinnnee." he whispers again with an even lower tone this time and he nibbles on your ear and peppers your neck with kisses.

You turn to face him, tears in your eyes. You look up to his face and see he is serious, and you drop your gaze. He sees this and gently grasps your chin and tilts it up towards his face again. "Do you doubt my words?" he asks quietly.

You shake your head, no. "Then what is it, Amrâlimê?" he asks, worried you will reject him.

"I'm not worthy of your love, my King." you say almost in a whisper. "I do not deserve such love and adoration. I am just a worthless orphan." you barely get out as tears begin to silently roll down your cheeks.

Thorin smiles sadly and moves to sit in front of you. "Amrâlimê, look at me." he says quietly, "You deserve so much more than what you give yourself credit for. You are beautiful, inside, and out. You captured my heart from the moment I first saw you. I will love no other but you, Beyla. You are a rare treasure to all of us, and especially to me! Please, let me into your life, let me court you, let me love you and worship you, let me provide for you and protect you the best that I am able to." he pleads as he wipes your tears with his thumbs.

You look up into his wonderful azure eyes and nod. "Okay." you whisper. He gives you the biggest smile you have ever seen, and his eyes light up with happiness and joy. He takes you into a tight embrace and gives you a kiss that takes your breath away. "Oh, thank you Amrâlimê! Thank you!" he whispers to you.

Finally, he lets you go and then asks. "Will you allow me to give you courting braids, my Love?"

You nod shyly.

He carefully sections off your hair at the front of your face, and carefully starts to weave it into his courting braid. He fastens it with the long, thin, courting bead he crafted as a young Dwarrow. It was beautifully carved with his insignia and faceted with slivers of the Arkenstone and sapphires of Durin Blue. It looked striking against your dark, straight locks.

He moved to the other side of your face and sectioned off the other bit of hair and wove the second courting braid into it and clipped the end with the second courting bead. He moved back in front of you and examined how it looked. He was beaming and his eyes twinkled with such happiness that you couldn't help but blush and grin.

You could hardly believe that the King of Erebor wanted to court you and make you his! He seemed too good to be true. You kept waiting to wake up from this lovely dream to find that you were alone and had fallen asleep on the beach; but there he was, kneeling in front of you, grinning from ear to ear. His large, strong, calloused hands gently cupping your face as if it were delicate porcelain.

Suddenly his lips were crashing into yours and he again held you in a tight embrace. "I love you, Ghivashel." he said. You kissed him back with the same fervor and he grinned as he kissed you.

Suddenly you see his Nephews sneaking up behind him and before you could do anything a huge wave of water came crashing onto the two of you and the two Nephews are swimming away as fast as they could.

Thorin is caught off guard and when the wave of cool water hits him, he breaks the kiss and gasps. Growling he turns to see who had the gall to interrupt his make out session with you. Dwalin is laughing, "Get a room, you two!" and Kili and Fili are swimming away giggling.

You giggle and Thorin turns back to you with a mischievous grin. You quickly realize where his Nephews picked up that look.

Before you could scramble away, he picked you up and carried you to the deeper end of the lake where you had scrambled out the day before. He kissed you and held you close to him as he toed off his boots and set you down. You looked at him confused for a moment as you watched him strip down to his underclothes and then came over to you and helped you out of your overtunic and skirt. He took you in his arms, kissed your nose, then grinned and jumped into the lake with you in his arms. You shrieked realizing what he was doing a second before your bodies hit the water.

You came up sputtering and teeth chattering. Thorin was laughing and held you close against his body. You could feel every inch of him and it sparked a fire in you. He saw it light your eyes and he grinned and began to kiss you slowly and tenderly. Deepening the kiss and pressing his tongue against your lips seeking entrance.

You parted your lips allowing him to explore and you lost yourself in his ministrations. You moaned quietly as he caressed your back and held your head. His member becoming hard against your belly. Your desire to feel it inside you growing by leaps and bounds as he continued kissing you.

When he broke for air, he peppered your neck and shoulder with more feathery light kisses and love nips. "Oh, Mahal, do I ever want you. Right here, right now." he whispered. You reached up and wrapped your arm around his neck and tangled your fingers into his hair.

"I am yours, my King." you whisper and snake a leg around his strong thigh. He groans and pulls you flush with his body and begins to grind against you. You both moaning softly and panting with want. He reaches down and loosens the ties on his under pants, letting them float down to his ankles. You grin as he pulls you close again and tries to fumble with yours. You take his hand and pull it away. "No need to untie them. You whisper. He looks at you puzzled. You lead his hand down to your crotch and show him the bloomers you wear have no crotch. He grins wickedly and again pulls you flush. "May I?" he asks.

You nod.

He gently rubs himself against your opening, the two of you enjoying the feelings it is creating. You feel him at your entrance, slowly throbbing. He holds you close and kisses you feverishly. Once he feels you're adequately distracted he plunges into you as he takes your mouth in a breath taking kiss. You moan and hold onto him tightly. He gives you a moment to acclimate to his large size and girth.

When he feels you relax, he gently begins to thrust in and out of you. You close your eyes and put your forehead against his, the two of you sharing breaths and pants. Slowly he works his way with you into the shaded tree line where no one was swimming and he continued to make love to you, thrusting in and out of you with want and desire gradually building to a feverish pitch.

He pushed your back against the side of the lake thanking Mahal this end of the lake was just deep enough to cover you both to your necks yet shallow enough for him to touch the bottom. He took you, letting himself go and with feverish kisses and love nips he made you his and the two of you moaned deeply in pleasure as you both tumbled over the edge of orgasm, and he filled you with his heat and seed.

Panting there in the shadows, he held you close and caressed your body as the two of you came down from the high of climax. He continued to slowly thrust into you, so as to stay hard and stay joined together. He loved how you felt encasing him to the hilt with your hot, deep cavern. He loved how your walls caressed his length with each stroke and how they milked him as he came deep in your cave.

He moaned deeply into your neck as he thrusted slowly into you again and again. He made love to you there all morning, ignoring the teasing and taunts from the company that made you blush. Finally, they all got out, leaving the lake to the two of you and they dried off. Smelling the scent of lunch cooking on the campfire. Thorin grinned. "Are you hungry, Amrâlimê?" he asked you after you both came for the umpteenth time that morning. "Only for you, my King." you replied.

He growled and took you again, this time hard and fast. "I am all yours, my Love. You shall have me whenever you wish." he told you.

"Mmmmmmmmm, you feel divine!" you reply, "So hard, so large, you fill me full and caress every pleasurable inch of me. I wish we could stay like this forever." you whisper into his ear and then nibble on it, driving him to thrust faster and harder. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh. MMMMMMMmmmmmm. More, Thorin, don't stop!" you groan in his ear.

He wraps you in a vice like grip, and thrusts a few more times, groaning loudly as he struggles to not come until he undoes you. You lean back and it changes the angle just enough for him to suck your breast as he fucks you and that is what it took to make you come with a loud groan of his name.

He groans yours and comes, filling you so full with heat, you feel it oozing out around his member. He collapses onto you as you both float there in the water, your head anchoring you both to the bank of the lake, panting hard and clinging to each other.

You hear loud shouts and laughter coming from the camp. You giggle when Dwalin hollers out to the two of you, "You two coming te eat or are you going to fuck around in the lake all day and be wrinkled prunes by tonight? Come on, the food's getting cold!" Then you hear the company roar with laughter.

Thorin's belly grumbles, making you giggle. "Worked up an appetite, did you?" you tease. He looks up at you and grins. Then promptly fucks you again as an answer. Making you giggle and laugh as he gives you light kisses all over your neck and just when he was about to come, he latches onto your shoulder and starts to suck you hard. You moan and feel the heat pooling between your legs, suddenly it releases, and you cry out as he thrusts and joins you in a sweet release.

"MINE!" He says grinning when he sees the mark on your juncture of your neck and shoulder. You giggle and he begins to work his way back to the shoreline where your clothes sit. He manages to get ahold of his underpants and pulls them back up around his waist after he pulls out of you, making you whimper. He grins wickedly. "Are you not satiated?" he asks.

You smirk. "I could get addicted to you." you simply reply. " I like the way you make me feel." you say shyly.

He just grins and kisses you silly. He climbs out of the lake and helps you out as well, being careful to keep his body between yours and the company's. You both dry off and get dressed. He smooths out your hair and grins. "I might need to comb it out again for you, Love." he teases.

You just chuckle and nod.

The two of you walk back to your travel pack and you pick it up, he grabs and closes the bottle of hair oil, and the two of you head back to camp for lunch. You both receive much teasing and ribbing when they see you two approach and that you now have Thorin's courting beads and braids in your hair. They hoot and holler and cheer. Making you blush a deep red. Much to theirs and Thorin's amusement.

You set your stuff down by Thorin's and Bombur hands you a bowl of rabbit meat and mashed potatoes and root veggies. You thank him and he gives you a small bowl of berries as well, and a smile. Thorin comes and sits next to you. He tosses the bottle of hair oil into your pack, and the two of you relax and eat, enjoying the banter tossed about between the company.

"So, did you two enjoy the swim this morning?" Bofur teases.

You giggle and nod. "I take it she's comin' with us then?" he asks Thorin.

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You nod.

"Yes, she is joining us." Thorin says as he wraps an arm around you possessively. She is my One, and I will not leave her behind." He informs the company.

They stare for a moment then all cheer when they realize you will be their new Queen should you all survive this quest.

Everyone goes back to talking amongst themselves as they eat and Thorin chuckles. Once the two of you finish eating, he holds you close and murmurs into your ear. "Grab me your comb, love." You pull your pack over to you and pull out your comb. You hand it to him, and he combs out your hair again. You are amazed that it isn't nearly as tangled as it usually is, and you sigh contentedly. Closing your eyes, you enjoy the feeling of Thorin's fingers combing through your hair.

You don't realize it, but he braids another set of braids into your hair. Marriage braids. He clips them with beads from his own hair.

Balin eyes him as he does this and raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.

Dwalin leans over to him and whispers. "Moving a little quickly, isn't he?" when he sees Thorin adding marriage braids into your hair. "I think he realizes that there is a chance we may not survive this, he wants to be sure there is a Queen to rule should we not survive. And possibly an heir if they did what I think they did this morn'." Balin says.

"Well unless she's an extremely fertile Dwarrowdam, it might take a few times before that happens, Brother. And is it such a good idea to have a pregnant Dwarrowdam with us? We still have quite a ways to go yet." Dwalin whispers quietly.

"Brother, they were at it all morning in the lake. Why do you think they stayed clear of the rest of us!" Balin chuckled, amused. "He is claiming marriage through ‘the old ways’. Hopefully they both survive this and will have him at her side once Erebor is reclaimed, or we may have trouble." Balin sighs.

Dwalin nods. "Well for now, at least he has found her and is happy. Hopefully this won't be a distraction for him, though. We are SO close!" he says. "Wonder how she does with her weapons?" Dwalin says, as he strokes his beard.

After they all finish eating, Dwalin comes up to Thorin and you. "Mind if I see how well yer Lass does with her weapons?" he asked Thorin. "If she is going to be traveling with us, I suppose we should see how well she can fight and what she needs te work on."

Thorin looks up and frowns. "Do you doubt her ability to fight?" he asks.

"No, Thorin, I don't doubt she can fight. I just want te know how well. If she has a weakness, we need te be mindful of it, so we can help ye protect her. We all have each other's back. We have seen each other fight, but none of us has seen her fight."

Thorin sighs, realizing Dwalin is right. They need to know how well she will be able to hold her own in battle. "Very well. Ghivashel, get your weapons and show us how well you fight. Dwalin is our best fighter. He will fight you to see what we need to help you with."

You look at Thorin surprised, and frown. He looks down at you and returns your frown. "My Love, we mean it as no insult. We simply need to know how well you will hold your own in battle. We need to see where your skills are at and where we can help you improve."

"Please???" Kili and Fili beg. "We want to see you whoop Dwalin's ass!" they tell you, trying to provoke Dwalin.

Dwalin turns on them, "Youuuu two are next when I'm done evaluating her skills with the blades!" he says pointing his axe at them. They just snigger and say, "Good, she will wear you out and make it easier for us to beat you!"

He just growls and turns back to you. "Come on Lass, let’s give them a good show. Show us what you've got, what you're made of!"

You look at Thorin and he grins and nods.

You sigh, stand up and grab your hand axes and slip them into your hip holsters. Then you put on your harness with your battle axes. You strap on your Grandfather's sword and follow Dwalin to the beach. Everyone stands to follow and excitedly watch. Some place bets on you, others bet on Dwalin to win.

You pull your Axes out of the back harness and make yourself ready. The two of you circle a few times, evaluating each other. When it is clear you won't attack first, Dwalin grins. He rushes you and you swing your axes to defend yourself and spin out of his way, swinging yours to connect with his shoulder.

He grunts and turns. There's a cheer and coins exchanged that you got the first hit.

You crouch and prepare again for his attack.

He tries to fake an attack but you don't buy it. You shift in the sand and continue to keep circling.

He attacks again and you block his attack. The two of you trade blows back and forth, he manages to knock your axe out of your hand, and you draw one of your hand axes to replace it. He chuckles and continues the attack.

You are quick and easily evade many of his attacks, despite being in the sand. You can see he is surprised at the strength with your hits, and quickness. He is clearly tiring, after several rounds of attacks with you. Though you are down to just your two hand axes and your sword now. You refuse to use the sword unless it is a last resort during real battle.

He catches one of your hand axes with his battle axe and knocks it out of your hand, then he swings, and you move to dodge, but he sees you move and trips you up. You land on your back, and just as he goes to lower his axe to attack you, you pull a dagger and poke his gut with it in warning.

He looks down and sees the fight has ended in a draw. He grins and nods. He extends his hand to you. You look up at him warily, unsure if the battle is done or not. He grins and says, "Lassie ye fight well. Just gotta keep a grip on those weapons, so you don't lose ‘em during battle." he tells you as he helps you up.

Kili and Fili grab your weapons and bring them over to you. "You fought really well!" they say. You just grin and thank them.

Kili and Fili look up at Dwalin. "Ready, Old man?" they ask. Dwalin growls, making you giggle. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You stand next to him and twirl your battle axes in your hand. "How about a two on two?" you suggest.

Dwalin grins and Kili and Fili look at each other, knowing they're in for it now.

They both back away nervously, making Dwalin chuckle. "I think ye intimidated 'em Lass."

You smirk and twirl your battle axe again. "You ready?" you ask him.

He nods and the two of you separate and begin to circle the boys in opposite directions.

The two brothers instantly are back to back, moving to follow you and Dwalin. You look across to Dwalin and he gives a slight nod. You fake an attack and Kili buys it, swinging to block and realizing it was a fake too late. You swing and tap his arm with the axe. He growls at you and swings back, getting you in the side. You stumble a few steps in the sand but stay upright.

He swings again and you tuck and roll in the sand, swinging your axe and taking his feet out from under him before he could jump. He lands next to you and you both quickly try to stand. You're faster though and pin him to the sand with your axe. He grins and kicks you in the back knocking you forward so your chest is in his face.

You growl and smack him up side the head with your fist. "Ow!" he shouts. "Serves you right, brat." you say and move to stand.

He grabs your feet and moves to lift them out from under you, but you see it coming and lower your two battle axes onto his arms and lean on them, pinning his arms in the sand.

You look down at him with a raised eyebrow. He grins and lets go of your ankles. You chuckle and quickly step back into the ring letting Kili get up.

You move to help Dwalin with Fili and He grins and swings at you with his sword. ‘CLASH’.

You shudder at the strength of his hit, but you keep your hands on your weapons this time. You swing and knock his feet out from under him. ‘THWUMP’.

He lands in the sand on his back. You hear footsteps behind you and turn in a defensive posture as Thorin comes charging with a smirk on his face. The two of you fight and exchange swings and blows.

He is impressed at your ability and wants to push you to see how far and how long you will last. In the end though, you take his feet out from under him as well when he doesn't jump fast enough to evade your swing. He growls, but yields.

You are getting tired, as one by one the Dwarves take turns fighting you and Dwalin. Dwalin is clearly slowing and getting tired, but you refuse to yield. You have taken down all the Dwarves you have fought. You have three left and finally Bofur lands a hit that disarms you leaving you with nothing but your sword.

You look down at it. You don't want to use it, knowing it is ONLY meant for real battle and WILL kill whomever you use it on. You hold your hands up as you yield. He looks at you confused. "You have a sword, Lass, why don't you use it?" he aks.

"I will not use this weapon against friend, you explain. It can ONLY be used in real battle as it will INSTANTLY KILL any I use it on. It is not meant to be used as a practice weapon." you explain.

"Then why do you wear it?" FIli asked. "So that none of you would unknowingly pick it up to use as a practice weapon." you reply.

They nod.

"Anyone else want a go at me?" you ask.

The remaining two, Bombur and Bilbo shake their heads, no. You sigh and lower your hands. You remove your belt with the sword on it and hand it to Balin. "Will you hang onto this for me?" You ask. He nods.

You move over to the lake and kneel, using your two hands to cup water and rub it on your sweaty face. You feel a point of a sword at your back. You grab for one of your thigh daggers and turn your head to look and see it is Thorin.

You raise an eyebrow and he smirks. Quick as a wink, you spin and take out his feet again. ‘THWUMP’. He lands on his back, and you move to straddle him, pinning his arms at his sides.

"DO NOT EVER do that again. I still have my daggers and may have used them on you!" you scold.

"AH, Love, but you didn't." he grins. He moves to push you off and is surprised you have effectively pinned him and that your strength matches his own. He growls. You reply with one of your own. His eyes open wide, then narrow. "Do you wish to continue this battle?" He asks.

"I was content to let it rest, but someone thought they could catch me unarmed and decided to provoke me and continue this." you reply.

He throws his hips up suddenly, knocking you off balance and you tumble over him and summersault onto your feet and pop up. Kili tosses you your hand axes which you catch and slide into their sheaths, then Balin tosses you a Battle axe. Dwalin chuckles and picks up your other one laying at his feet and tosses it to you. You catch them both and wait for Thorin to make his move.

He gets up out of the sand and smirks. He knows your tricks now and thinks this will be an easy take down.

You grin knowing he only knows a handful of your tricks. You crouch ready to defend yourself. You are standing near the edge of the Lake with your back to it. You realize if you step to the side when Thorin charges, he will run right into the water before he can stop himself. You grin an evil grin.

He sees the look on your face and knows an evil thought has crossed your mind, though he doesn't know what. He growls and moves to attack. He swings and you raise your weapons to block. The two of you are caught in a fight of strength. His sword caught between the two arcs on your battle axes, so he can't pull it free. He leans forward forcing you to take a step back. "Yield, my Love." he demands in his sultry, baritone, sexy voice.

You grin, "Not a chance, Honey." you say as you grin and quickly release his sword and spin out of the way, causing him to fall forward into the lake. You start walking back toward the group who is trying hard not to laugh out loud. You hear Thorin's fall into the lake and a string of Khuzdul curses fly. Then, you hear his heavy footsteps in the sand behind you and you whirl out of the way just in time to block his charge.

He growls and says, "You'll pay for that one, Love." You smirk and lean forward across the two crossed weapons and kiss his nose. "I am sure you will deliver a just punishment, my Love." and grin cheekily, wiggling your eyebrows.

He grins and pushes you away from him. Then swings again, only this time he catches your arm and the force of the blow, makes you yelp in pain and drop your axe. You frown and glare at him. You move to pick up your axe, and he steps closer. You swing your other axe and he swings to block it. ‘CLANG’.

You growl and the vibrations through your arm almost cause you to drop this one too, but you manage to hang on to it. Suddenly there's a sword tip at your throat. You lower your axe, but he isn't paying attention and you hook it around the back of his boot with the lower arc of the axe. You study his face for a moment, and when he gets a smirk thinking he has won, you give the axe a hard yank as you do a backwards summersault and it yanks his foot out from under him, causing him to lose balance and tumble backwards. He lands with an “OOF!” and you stand, pick up your axe and move towards him.

He rolls to stand and grins. "You don't go down easily, do you, Love." he says.

You just chuckle. "Nope. I rarely surrender. And apparently, you don't know when to stay down." you taunt and hear a few gasps and chuckles from the Dwarves.

Thorin looks at you and growls. "We'll see about that." he says and charges.

You realize he is going on purely adrenaline now and you know it will be hard and fast. You quickly evade his blows and land a couple of swings and blows to him. He is getting pissed and you wonder if you should let him win this one since it is in front of his company, but if you do, they will use it as a reason to protect you. You don't want or need their protection. You continue to fight.

You both are heaving and refuse to back down. Twice, Thorin has thought he has pinned you and twice you have evaded him and knocked him on his ass. He is determined to pin you and be done with this. He knocks both your battle axes out of your hands with blows and you are down to your handaxes.

He swings and you block with them, catching the sword between the two. He tries to pull it free, but you have it in a death grip. You yank it with all your might and Thorin's sword goes flying out of his hands and the look of utter shock on his face makes you chuckle. You take two steps toward him, your hand axes held out in attack. "Yield!" You say.

He growls, "Never!" he replies and charges you. He grabs your hands before you can land a blow and knocks you on your back as he lands on top of you. You both let out an "OOmphh!" as he knocks the air from your lungs. He pins your arms above your head and takes your axes from them. "YOU yield!" he growls in your ear.

"Or what?" you ask.

He grins. "Or you will regret letting me fall into the lake like that in front of my men." he replies.

You laugh, "That doesn't sound very threatening, Love!" you giggle. "It will if you're the one who's soaked and cold." he replies with a grin and then quickly picks you up by your hands and swings you over his shoulders, with you kicking and screaming. He walks over to the deeper end of the lake while the company chuckles and giggles.

"Now, Love, do you YIELD?" he asks loudly for the company to hear.

You're cursing like a sailor in Khuzdul and reply, "NEVER!!! I WILL NEVER YIELD TO YOU THORIN OAKENSHIELD!"

He laughs and tosses you into the lake. Then walks back to the company all smug and grinning. You come up spittering and sputtering, and cursing. You swim back to the shallow end of the lake where everyone is standing, and chuckling. You frown and remove your soaked harnesses. You toss them to Dwalin. "Here, can you see that these dry properly so they aren't ruined?" you ask.

He chuckles and catches them. "Aye, Lass, I will do that for ye." he replies with a grin and picks up your weapons.

You tread water for a moment, then remove your wet outer tunic and skirt. You toss them up onto the shore and then swim out into the lake. You don't notice Balin pick them up, wring them out, and drape them over a bush near the shoreline so they can dry.

He chuckles at your stubbornness and knows the two of you will have a fiery, but loving relationship. The company moves back to the camp, thinking you would follow. When Ori looks around after a few minutes and realizes you aren't there, he asks, "Where is Beyla?"

Thorin sits up and looks around. When he doesn't see you, he gets worried. He stands and walks back to the lake. He looks around but doesn't see you. Kili and Fili come up by him. "Where did she go, Uncle?"

They spot your skirt and top hanging on the bush. Thorin frowns and looks around again. Kili looks out on the lake like he did the first time he spotted you. He squints and puts his hand above his eyes to block out the sunlight.

"There! Over there!" he says excitedly, and points to the far end of the lake. Thorin looks but can't see that far clearly. "What is it, Kili, what do you see?" he asks.

"There's movement in the lake on the far side. It's in the shadows, so I can't be sure what it is. It's probably Beyla swimming along the shoreline like she was last time, when we found her." Kili says.

"You don't think she is upset with you, Uncle?" Fili asks. "She didn't seem too happy about having to show us her fighting skills at first." he said quietly.

Thorin frowned. "Go back to camp. I will swim out and talk with her." he replied as he began to strip off his clothes, draping the wet ones on the bush to dry in the sun.

The two boys nodded and headed back to camp.

"Where's Thorin and Beyla?" Dwalin asked when they came into the camp.

"Beyla had swum to the other side of the lake and was hanging out in the shade there. He went to go talk with her." they replied.

Dwalin looked over to Balin who just shrugs. "I have a feeling their relationship will be a fiery one. She has shown she has a fiery spirit and won't back down. Thorin is the same way. She probably just needed some time to cool down on her own, especially after all the fighting she did today with us. I know I could go for another good swim before it gets to be too late again. For now though, let 'em be." Balin states.

Dwalin grunts and goes back to drying out the harnesses you had tossed to him. Being careful to make sure they will still hold your weapons and that the leather doesn't shrink.

Thorin steps into the cool lake water. He walks down into it until it is up past his waist and then he slowly starts to swim out to you.

You see him coming and duck down into the water. Your eyes open wide when you realize he is naked and you quickly swim away from him, only coming up when you need air. Your head quietly emerges from the water long enough to see the confused look on Thorin's face when he realizes you aren't where he thought you were. You quietly take another deep breath and duck back under the water. You see his body turn to where you were just at, and he starts to swim towards you.

You quickly swim away in another direction, annoyed. You just want to be left alone. Your body aches from the beating the Dwarves gave you with their battle simulation. Your arms especially hurt. You're sure there will be dark bruises there by tonight. You already have some on your sides and legs from some of the hits from the Orcs the other day. Despite being able to fight well, you bruise easily, which infuriates you.

You turn to look and see if Thorin is following you and your eyes widen. He is under the water, looking at you with wide, and sad looking eyes. You stop and don't move. He pauses his pursuit of you and just looks at you.

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Thorin can't find you anywhere. He finally ducks under the water to see if he can see you swimming below the surface. He spots you swimming away from him... naked. He follows and is shocked to see all the bruises on your body, that are starting to form. ‘Did we really hit her hard enough to hurt her?’ he asks himself. He sees you look back and you stop swimming away.

Thorin just stops and looks at you feeling horrible for all the bruises that he sees littering your back, sides, and body. When you turn to meet his gaze, he sees the bruises on your arms and sides. He lowers his gaze, sad that they hurt you like that and disappointed that he allowed this to happen to you, all be it unintentionally.

When you see Thorin lower his gaze and look so incredibly sad, your heart breaks just a little. You need air and slowly move for the surface. He notices your movement and looks up. He sees you heading for the surface, and he follows suit. You come up and take a few breaths of air, then see Thorin's head emerge from the water.

"Amrâlimê," he says quietly. "I did not realize we hurt you so badly. Why did you not say anything?" he asks, his blue eyes glassy. "I am so sorry!" he apologizes.

You swim a little closer. Then stop. "You said to show you what I was made of, Thorin, and I did." you say quietly.

He looks up at you, not knowing what to say. "I am sorry, are you in much pain?" he asks, concerned.

"Not any more than what I normally am after fighting off a pack of Orcs." you reply.

He looks at you with raised eyebrows.

"You should've seen me after the pack I fought off the day before you found me here! Most of these bruises are from that." you tell him. "Except these ones on my arms. They're new, and this one on my side."

Thorin hesitantly swims up to you and gently takes you in his arms. "I did not even notice all these bruises earlier." He replies.

You chuckle. "I had on my under clothes earlier that's why, but I bruise easily, Thorin. It takes a day or so for them to appear, but I will be fine. They will just be tender for a while." you reply.

"Is this why you kept dropping your weapons?" Thorin asks as he raises your arm to look at the bruises beginning to form. They are red welts, right now, but you know they will be purple and black by nightfall.

"Partially," you reply. "I don't have very thick padding to protect my arms, and I have no armor to protect my torso or legs." You tell him. "I have had to make do with what I was able to take from home or was given by the elves or Dain’s Dwarrow. Most of their armor did not fit me, despite their offers to give me some. I could not stay and wait for their craftsmen to make me special armor." You explained.

"I did not expect to have to fight nearly all of your company in one shot, and you twice." you said bashfully as you lowered your head and looked at the two of you treading water.

Thorin pulls you up against him and gently rubs your back. 'I am sorry, my love, I did not realize you had no armor, or I would've told them to go easy with the hits, as would have I." he says and kisses your head.

You nod. "It's okay, Thorin. I will survive. I'll just be sore for a few days." you tell him as you rest your head on his chest. He swims over to the shore with you in one of his arms. He sees where you draped your underclothes in the sun to dry.

He can touch here and gently starts to kiss you and caress your battered body. "Let me make it up to you?" he asks as he peppers your face with kisses, tickling your skin with his beard.

You raise your eyebrow. He slowly moves his body against yours and you feel his hard member gliding against your thighs. You open your stance a little allowing it to slide into the gap and rub against your entrance.

Thorin groans quietly and rests his forehead against your neck. "Mahal, you feel so good against me!" he tells you.

You moan and gently rub your fingernails up and down his back. "Are you going to punish me for beating you in front of your men?" you ask innocently.

He chuckles, "Maybe later, once you've healed, but not right now. Right now, I just want to love on you." he replies.

You tilt your head back and rest it on the bank of the lake letting the sun bask your face in light while Thorin nuzzles against your neck. His hands roam all over your body as do yours on his. You feel him start to rut against you and his moans become deeper and you feel them reverberating in his chest as he presses against your body.

You moan again as he takes your breast into his mouth and begins to suck on it. His hand wandering over to your other one and gently starts to mimic the feeling with his fingers.

Your eyes roll back in your head and your hands grip his ass tightly. Thorin moans and sends shivers throughout your body. "I need to feel you in me, please, Thorin!" you manage to squeak out when you feel his member rubbing at your entrance.

You wrap your legs around him as he slowly enters your body. You both let out a low moan of pleasure and he takes you in a gentle but tight embrace. "Mahal, you're so tight and hot!" he growls in your ear. He gives you a moment to adjust to his girth, then he starts to make love to you. Passionately and slowly. Taking his time to worship every inch of you and to make it last for as long as he can.

You giggle when you hear someone from across the lake say, "So much for talking to her!" and he just gives you a hug and mumbles, "We did talk, now we're making up." which sets you off in a fit of giggles as he nibbles your neck and fondles your breast as he continues to thrust into you.

After a bit, he pulls out and tells you to turn around. You turn and face the bank of the Lake. He nudges your legs apart and enters you from behind, making you moan as his girth fills you once again and your head flops back onto his shoulder as he wraps his strong arms around you. One at your waist with a hand on your lower belly, the other around your chest with his hand over your heart. His head next to yours and you feel each hot breath he pants against your cool, wet skin. He leans you forward slightly to get a better angle and begins to thrust into you a little faster. "MMMMmmmmm" he rumbles into your ear.

"OOOOoooooh, Thorinnnnnn!" you moan as he starts hitting the one spot in you that makes you see stars. "Don't stopppp, Oooohhhh, right there!" you beg.

He growls a low rumbling growl you feel in your body as it reverberates in his chest. His thrusts are becoming stronger and deeper. His grip on you begins to get tighter. "I won't be lasting much longer, Love." he rumbles into your ear. "Oh, Mahal! You feel SO good!" he growls.

His moans and grunts become deeper and slightly louder as his thrusts become more erratic. He moves his upper hand to the middle of your breasts and he is holding your body tight against him as his lower hand slides down and his finger finds your sensitive pearl. He begins to gently rub it and it sends you over the edge with a shuddering breath and a groan of his name.

Thorin follows a moment later with a hard thrust and you feel him explode inside you and fill you with his hot cum. He bites your neck trying not to scream your name for all to hear. He moans and shudders at the strength of the orgasm that hit him. His lower hand moves back to your lower belly, and he gently rubs it in circles as he rests against you.

Once he comes down off the high, he looks up at the sun. "We should be getting back soon, Love." He says as he peppers you with kisses. "I'm afraid I gave you another bruise on the other side of your neck" he says when he sees the bite mark he left. He kisses it gently. You look down and giggle. "Yours" you say and turn in his arms now that he was no longer inside you. "Mine!" he replies with a grin.

"Why did you stay in the lake after I dumped you in here?" Thorin asks once you've settled in his arms again. "The cold water felt good on my aching body. Especially my arms and hands." you explain.

He nods and takes an arm and starts to kiss it tenderly all the way from your shoulder to your finger's tips. Then he takes the other arm and hand and does the same thing. "Again, my Love, I am SO sorry we bruised you so badly." he apologizes and kisses you on the lips with an apologetic look on his face.

You could see in his eyes he meant it and you caressed his bearded chin, scratching it with your fingernails, making him hard instantly and he let out a deep, rumbling moan.

"Apology accepted, My Love." you tell him and give him a breathtaking kiss.

He grins and enters you again, causing you to squeak in surprise. He just grins and holds you still as he thrusts into you. "Mahal! I can't get enough of you, Love." he grunts as he peppers your chest with love nips and kisses.

You giggle and run your hands through his long locks and his beard. Peppering his face with kisses. "I love you, Thorin. Don't ever leave me alone again." you tell him.

"Never. Will. I. Leave. YOU. Alone. Again!" Thorin grunts out between thrusts. He can feel your orgasm building and is chasing it as he feels his growing. "You. Are. MY. QUEEN!" he roars as he feels you clench around him and come hot and hard, milking his swollen and hard member, sending him over the edge in a roar of release as he crushes you against him.

You squeak and he chuckles and releases you after the initial wave of pleasure passes. "You are addicting, my Love." he says with a chuckle.

You grin. "We're going to have to control ourselves if we are going to get you to Erebor by Durin's Day." you tell him. "Once you reclaim the mountain, you can have me as long and as much as you want!" you promise him.

He chuckles and buries his face in your hair and breathes deeply.

"I love you, Beyla, so VERY much! I never thought I would ever find my One. I feared having to rule Erebor without a Queen. I didn't want to have to marry someone who was not my one, just to hopefully produce an heir. I would much rather have let Fili take over as King, once I was ready to step down, than have to marry one who was not my One and my Love." he mumbles as he nuzzles his face into your hair more. You giggle.

"And now?" you tease.

"Now, I have found you! You will join us and help us win back Erebor, and will rule at my side as Queen, join me in my bed at night, keep me company during the day and Mahal willing, give me heirs and daughters to bless our halls with the sound of Dwarfling pebbles once again." he says beaming as he cups your face and puts his forehead to yours.

"I look forward to the day when I can place a golden crown upon your head and declare to the kingdom their new Queen is here and will be by my side to rule and reign in peace and prosperity!" he whispers to you, kissing your button nose.

You grin. "My, King..." you giggle when you see the company standing on the lake shore starting to strip and enter the lake. "I do believe our loyal subjects are coming to look for us and are growing impatient." you giggle again and point when Thorin looks up into your face and then turns to follow your finger pointing to the shoreline.

He chuckles. "You should get your underclothes back on. Why do your underpants not have a crotch?" he inquires as you yank them down off the bush. You giggle, "For easy access when I need to go to the bathroom. I don't have the luxury of one of these that I can just whip out and pee off a cliff." you tease as you grab him down there and give it a gentle tug.

He smirks. "It's also easy access for other things..." he growls. You giggle and nod. You quickly pull down your undertunic and slip it on. A few moments later, Kili pops up a little ways away from the two of you. Fili pops up next to him a moment later.

Thorin growls. "What are you two doing over here?" he asks.

They chuckle, "We're racing across the lake to see who can cross it the fastest."

Thorin raises a brow. "Well then better get on with it." he suggests. The two Brothers giggle and duck under the water and you see them pop up a few minutes later about half-way across the lake, Kili in the lead. You chuckle.

Thorin turns your head back to him and kisses you sweetly. "Are you ready to re-join the group now?" he asks.

You nod. The two of you begin to swim back to the other side of the lake. You get about 3/4 of the way across when you feel someone tickle your foot. Luckily your head was above water. You put your face into the water and look. You see Dwalin grin and put his finger to his lips telling you to be quiet. You raise an eyebrow, and he comes up behind Thorin and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Thorin laughs and leans backwards when Dwalin starts to raise him up out of the water. Thorin and Dwalin fall back into the water with a huge splash.

You giggle and cover your eyes since all the Dwarves and even the little Hobbit were naked. You weren't sure how much Thorin wanted you to be seeing, though you got quite an eyefull of Dwalin. He chuckled and came up beside you and grabbed your waist making you gasp. He chuckled again and chucked you over to Thorin who caught you and kissed you silly. Causing the other Dwarves to cheer, making you blush a beet red. Making them all laugh again.

You grinned and splashed Dwalin. "Oh, ye better be careful, Lass, Thorin might let us get ye if ye keep splashin’ us like that!" he teased.

You looked at Thorin and he just grinned and crossed his arms across his chest, smirking.

Balin laughed and scolded his Brother, "Now don't go scaring the Lass, Brother!" he chided. Suddenly Thorin was pulled under the water, and you turned with a gasp. You felt something brush against your leg and you shrieked and ran as fast as you could over to Balin.

He chuckled. "Don't worry, Lass, it was most likely his Nephews." he tells you with a chuckle. You feel something brush against your leg again and shriek, grabbing Balin's arm. He grinned and looked around, seeing Fili in the water behind him, grinning. Balin shook his head and chuckled.

Fili tickled you again and you kicked at whatever it was that was tickling you. He came up coughing as your kick got him in the... well... nuts. And he was kneeling in the water, coughing, and glaring at you.

You giggled, "Serves you right for sneaking up on me like that!" you said with your hands on your hips. He just smirked. "Aw, come on Auntie Beyla. Have a little fun!" he replied swimming over to the other side of Balin and trying to stand, wincing at the ache.

You giggled, so did Balin. "Maybe you'll think twice before sneaking up on your Aunt." Balin said chuckling. "She's not a Dwarrowdam to be scaring, as she will retaliate..." Balin said grinning. "You okay, Laddie?" Balin asked with a smirk.

"I'll be fine... eventually... she got me in the, uh... crown jewels..." he coughed.

Balin roared with laughter, as did Dwalin who had come over to see what was going on. "What did I miss?" he asked.

Fili just glared at Balin and moved off to join Kili in trying to dunk Thorin.

Dwalin looked at you and you were giggling and were blushing a deep red. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his Brother.

Balin chuckled. "Fili was trying to spook, Beyla and after the third time he tickled her legs, she gave him a kick.... to the, uh... crown jewels." he replied chuckling.

Dwalin looked from his Brother, to you, to Fili and winced. "Ouch!" he said.

You giggled again. "He asked for it. And in my defense, I didn't look to see what it was that was doing the tickling. I just kicked blindly at whatever was tickling me!" you defended with another round of giggles.

They both chuckled.

Well, I think I've had my fill of the water for the day." Balin said. "I'm going to get out and go dry off." he tells you with a raised eyebrow.

You giggle, "Don't worry, Balin, I won't look." you promise. He chuckles and pats your shoulder, then notices your bruises. He looks up at you concerned, then gently takes your arm and looks at the bruises beginning to appear. "What happened here, Lass?" he asks quietly.

Dwalin looks down and his eyes open wide.

You frown. "I just bruise easily. It's nothing. Most of them are from the Orc attack from the day before." you explain.

"Most of them?" Dwalin asks with a raised eyebrow. "Ye mean to say, the rest of these are from yer, mock battle with us?" he asks, suddenly concerned.

You don't answer right away and look down into the water with a frown. He looks down at you then gently takes your chin and tilts your head up. "Lass if we hurt you, I'll have you tell me. It was not our intention to harm you." he tells you looking concerned.

"You didn't hurt me all that much, Dwalin. Like I said, I bruise easily. They, smart, but it is nothing I can't live with for a few days. I know none of you meant to do it. It just happens sometimes when practicing. Some of ye hit harder than I'm used to practicing with is all. And like you said, I need to learn to keep my weapons in my hands even when I get hit and it hurts. I can't keep losing my weapons during a real battle, and how else will I learn unless I get hit and it hurts a little... or a lot." You reply.

Dwalin and Balin frown. "Lass, we don't want to hurt you. Why didn't you say anything?" Balin asks. "Because I can defend myself. I don't want to be coddled and treated like I'm crystal or glass and will break with the slightest blow. I can take hits. They just leave ugly bruises for a few days afterwards that smart for a bit. It's nothing that I can't handle." you say defensively and cross your arms and look down.

Balin looks up at Dwalin who just shrugs. "Very well, Lass. But if it gets too much, please say something. We treasure your presence and do not want to see you in constant pain." he says gently.

You nod. "If it gets to be too much, Balin, I will say something." you tell him. He grins and gently pats your elbow.

"Very well then, I'm off to get dried off and dressed." he tells you with a chuckle.

You keep your back to the shoreline and Dwalin chuckles and moves away to join Bofur and Gloin in their antics. Most of the Dwarves were naked, but the water hovered around their waists for the most part so all you really saw were their chests or backs and an occasional set of butt cheeks.

You watched their antics and suddenly felt a soft brush of skin against your legs. You looked down to see Thorin looking up at you from under the water, and he had his finger over his mouth. You raise an eyebrow. He grins and caresses your leg. The water being up a little past your waist. He settles between your legs after nudging them open wider and he begins to caress your inner thighs with his hands. You close your eyes and enjoy the touch and the sun on your face.

Your eyes fly open though when you feel his fingers slowly enter your cave and begin to move rhythmically in and out of you. You look down to see Thorin looking up at you with a smug grin. You shake your head and smile. He moves his fingers a bit faster and adds another one to you making you catch your breath before you could moan out. He grins and then moves his head up near your entrance. You let out a little gasp as he pulls you further into the water and he begins to suck and nibble your pearl as he finger fucks you.

He nuzzles your hair down there and nips at the lips to the entrance of your cave.

You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair and give it a tug. He gives one last nip making you jump a bit, then he removes his fingers from your cave causing you to whimper at the loss of girth there. He emerges from the water behind you and stands behind you, with his arms wrapped around your waist. He pulls you back towards a large boulder under the water he spotted, and he sits down on the boulder, then pulls you towards his lap and settles you on his member as he slowly lowers you down.

You groan and he reaches around and holds you with his hands, One on your belly, the other playing with your nub. Your head flops back onto his shoulder as he rocks you back and forth.

If anyone looked at the two of you from above the water, they wouldn't know he was inside of you, making love to you. But it was clear as day, if anyone saw you from below the water's surface.

He grinned and whispered to you all the filthy things he wanted to do to you once he reclaimed Erebor. He told you all the places he wanted to make love to you in and the first place he listed was the throne of Erebor.

You shuddered at the thought of your voices echoing in the halls. You moaned quietly into his ear.

He chuckled. You lifted your head up when you heard a loud splash and realized someone had been thrown into the water. Bofur was on Kili's shoulders, and Dwalin was laughing as Fili came sputtering back up out of the water.

You chuckled and moaned as Thorin's thrusting in you became harder. You could feel him throbbing inside you and becoming harder. His pants and moans more lower in pitch and muffled in your hair or shoulder. He surprisingly came quickly and quietly as you felt him grip your waist hard and his thrusts became erratic under the water. The only hint of his coming from above the water was a low, almost inaudible moan at the back of your neck as he buried his face in your hair when he came.

You felt him explode in you and throbbing with each pulse of warmth he shot into your deep cave.

You chuckled and he nipped your neck. "What was that chuckle for?" he asked quietly.

"You fucking me to completion in front of your oblivious company." You quietly replied.

He chuckled. "They know, they are just trying to ignore it." he replies grinning.

"You two done over there?" Dwalin teases.

"See?" Thorin chuckles. He nods to Dwalin who grins and shakes his head.

"You're as bad as rabbits!" he teases, making you blush a deep red and cover your face. They laugh and Thorin just chuckles. "Wait till he finds his One, he'll be just as bad." Thorin remarks.

You grin. "How am I going to get out without everyone seeing me like this?" You ask.

Thorin chuckles. "They will see you like this on the journey, Love, better get used to it. But if it bothers you, I will get out first and bring you a towel." He offers.

You nod. "Please?"

Thorin chuckles and lifts you off of him. He sets you back on the boulder and gently cleans himself off in the water, then goes to get out and grabs a towel for you.

The other Dwarves hoot and holler and tease him paying him compliments on his ass and strong back and hard abs, while winking at you and making you blush again.

Thorin just chuckles and brings you the towel, using it to shield you from their eyes. You wrap up in it and he helps you onto the shore. He grabs your outer tunic and skirt and helps you into them while you shield yourself with the towel so the others can't see. Thorin kisses your forehead and then the two of you head back to camp.

Chapter 4

The two of you get back to camp and Bombur and Bofur are getting lunch ready. Balin is lounging in the shade of one of the nearby trees. Thorin gestures to you to sit on his bedroll. He starts to dig through his pack looking for something.

One by one, the remaining Dwarves leave the lake and dry off. They dress and head back to the camp when they smell Bombur's cooking. Dwalin looks over to see Thorin has dumped his whole traveling pack out and is looking for something.

"What're ye lookin' for Thorin?" he asks.

Thorin looks up and then over to you. Then he looks up at Dwalin, who is now standing next to Thorin, looking down at the mess in front of him.

"I'm looking for stuff Beyla can use for armor. The vambraces on her arms are not thick enough to protect her arms from the kinds of attacks she will see on this trip. She has no other armor.

Dwalin looks over at you and you shrug.

"Stand up, Lass. Show me what you have for armor." He tells you.

You stand and go to your pack and pull out the vambraces and the leather shirt you wear when traveling. You hold them out to him, and he looks at them. His eyes get wide when he sees your Father's vambraces. He shakes his head. "These are worn out, Lass." he says as Balin comes over to look at them.

"Does anyone have some extra leather?" Balin asks the group.

Everyone moves to their packs and proceeds to dump them out on their bedrolls to look for anything that might work for you. Fili finds some extra leather (enough to line your vambraces to make them thicker), Kili finds a thicker leather brigandine vest and tosses it to you.

Bifur finds some leather and comes over and squats down and holds it to your shins. He nods and marks the leather for the width and length for both of your shins. He gets up and moves back to his bedroll. He makes motions to Bofur who looks at them and nods. He pulls out some leather straps and a couple spare buckles and tosses them to Bifur.

Gloin hands over some leather and a belt to Bifur who grins and comes back over and looks up at you and says something. You look to Bofur for translation. Bofur asks Bifur something and Bifur nods.

"He wants to know if you'll let him hold the leather up to your thighs to measure it and see if there's enough to make some protection for your upper legs, Lass." he informs you. You look down at Bifur and nod. He measures the leather and mutters what you assume is a thank you, then heads back to his bedroll.

Dwalin goes to check on your harnesses and once they are completely dried, he hands them back to you, cleaned, oiled, and already holding your weapons. You thank him and lay them on your pack, next to your sword that Balin laid there when he came back to the camp after swimming.

Over the course of the rest of the afternoon, you changed into your black leather traveling pants, then the Company fitted you with better armor and more protective clothing for traveling in.

You thanked them all and beamed when you saw the leather leg greaves and even a belt complete with thigh armor, and leather tassets that would protect your front, side and back of the thighs! Bifur had crafted them and engraved them with the designs from your Grandfather's sword sheath and daggers! He even made spaces in them for you to sheath your thigh daggers and knives.

Kili helped you with hiding them both in your new thigh pieces and also in other parts of your armor.

Finally, they were all satisfied that you were sufficiently protected, and you stood there in your new armor grinning from ear to ear.

Thorin came up behind you smiling and placed around your neck his gorget to keep your upper neck and chest safe from swords or axes. He whispered in your ear as he moved aside your hair to fasten the buckles. "Now you will be safe, Amrâlimê. Do you wish to try it out and see how well they work for you and if anything needs adjusting?"

You look up at him from over your shoulder and then down at your armor. You bend down and place your throwing axes on your new belt and then finally put your holster for your battle axes back on. You strapped on your Grandfather's sword and moved about the camp getting a feeling for the new armor and how it affected your balance, gait, and movement. You were still able to reach all your weapons and move, so you nodded.

Everyone grinned and you moved back to the beach. "NO throwing me in the water!!!!!" you emphasized. They all laughed. You removed your Grandfather's sword and asked Bilbo to hang onto it for you and told him not to lay it down anywhere. He nodded and slung it over his shoulder.

The Dwarves made a circle around you and each took turns going at you. You traded blows with them back and forth; they were careful how hard they hit you, until both you and them could gauge how hard a hit you could take before it hurt too much.

Dwalin and Thorin as well as Kili and Fili and Bofur had the most fun attacking you and getting you used to your new armor. Nearly everyone had contributed something to make sure you were protected. Some parted with precious leather scraps, others parted with spare straps, buckles, and lacings.

Suddenly you all heard rustling in the woods, and you ran to Bilbo. He quickly handed you your sword and you had just finished buckling it to your waist when they emerged from the tree line.... Orcs.

It was a small hunting party and when they saw you all on the shoreline, they attacked. Luckily the Dwarves all had their weapons and were not caught swimming. You chuckled at the thought.

Dwalin looking at you with a puzzled look. "At least they waited till you all were done swimming!" you giggled. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. You all formed a line and Bilbo hung back behind everyone not wanting to deal with Orcs at the moment.

Dwalin was on your left, Thorin was on your right. You pulled out your Grandfather's sword and held it ready. Dwalin, Balin and Thorin grinned when they saw it glowing blue and it began to let out a humming sound.

The Orcs were close and saw the sword and froze. Some who did not recognize the sword attacked and were quickly cut down by you and your companions. Making your sword hum louder as it cut the Orcs to ribbons. The Orcs who recognized your sword were hesitant to attack.

You grinned. "Afraid of a little Dwarvish sword?" you taunted.

They growled. "We know what that sword is, you Dwarvish filth! It has killed many of our kind!" they replied, retreating a few steps.

"Cowards!" Dwalin taunted. "You'd flee from a Lass with a sword! Now that's a new one!" He further taunted.

The Orcs growled. They ran and attacked. You took a couple blows, but thanks to your armor, you were fine. Your sword sliced through the two Orcs who attacked you and Thorin and the other two attacked Dwalin, Balin and Bofur. The rest of the Dwarves kept an eye out for any other Orcs, but none appeared after that. You looked at the dead orcs and growled. "They would have to come and desecrate this lovely beach with their blood!" you huffed.

The Dwarves looked at you then at each other. They all grinned and laid their weapons near you and began to haul the bodies away from the beach and off to the side away from everything. Then they burned the bodies. By the time they finished, everyone was filthy again and it was getting close to dusk. While they hauled the bodies, you cleaned the weapons that had been used and laid them by the packs of their owners.

When they got back, Dwalin showed you how to clean off your armor so it wouldn't be ruined. Then everyone went to the lake to clean up and get ready for supper. You and Thorin went to the deep end of the lake where you had bathed before while everyone else stayed by the shallow end.

You all quickly bathed and re-dressed as the evening was beginning to become cool. Though Thorin still took the opportunity to make love to you once more before you got out to get dressed, earning giggles from you and some teasing from the company.

When you all came back to camp. Bilbo came over to you as Thorin helped you pack up your armor. Once you were back to just traveling clothes, you sat down and enjoyed a nice cup of tea that he handed to you and Thorin. You both thanked him.

"Beyla, why did your Grandfather's sword glow blue and sing when those Orcs were attacking?" Bilbo asked as he sat down.

You giggled and looked at Thorin, who smirked.

Balin overheard the question and came over. "That sword, dear Bilbo, was a gift to Beyla's Grandfather from Glorfindel. He fashioned it specifically for her Grandfather and enchanted it to glow blue when Orcs or Goblins are nearby; it's humming comes from the delight it takes in cleaving it's enemies, which is why it kills instantly with only one blow. It never needs sharpening and as you saw, it can cut the head off of an Orc in one swipe." Balin explains. "Only those of Beyla's Grandfather's lineage are able to wield it effectively." he explains.

"Ahhh." Bilbo replies.

You nod.

Balin chuckles. "We should all get some food then rest tonight. We need to be heading out by morn'." he informs the group.

You stand and walk over to help Bombur with the stew he was preparing. Thorin watched grinning, unable to take his eyes off of you in those black leather pants.

Dwalin noticed Thorin's gaze and chuckled. "Are we gonna have to keep the two of you separated, so you can focus, Lad?" he teases Thorin with a jab to his rib.

Thorin growls and looks at Dwalin, his ears a bit pink.

"I don't know what you're talking about Dwalin." Thorin replies grumpily.

"I think you do, Thorin. Is she going to be a distraction for you? Because if she is, I'll make her the rear guard!" Dwalin threatens quietly.

Thorin sighs and looks down. "Mahal, I was not expecting to find my One on this journey, Dwalin. All I can think about is her now." he sighs.

Dwalin grumbles. "I thought so. Thorin, you NEED to focus on the quest... Otherwise we might as well just head back to the Blue Mountains. We can't travel and have ye distracted by the Lass, even if she is your One." he reminds Thorin. "There's too much at risk te let your guard down with distractions!" He prods Thorin.

"I know, Dwalin!" Thorin growls, trying to keep Beyla from hearing the conversation. "I know." he says again, quieter. "I just need time to think." he says and gets up and walks to the far end of the lake.

You look up and see Thorin walking away from the camp and start to follow, but Dwalin grabs your arm. "Let him go, Lass. He has some thinkin' he needs te do. He needs to start focusing on the next leg of the journey and can't afford distractions." he says quietly.

You look up at him and feel your eyes start to sting. You nod and look across the lake to where Thorin is walking. You turn back and grab your things. Everyone watches as you repack and don your belongings. "What are ya doin' Lassie?" Bofur asks.

"I'm going off over there, where I won't be a ‘distraction’ for a certain Dwarf." you tell them and move your pack away from the group, so you will be out of Thorin's line of sight once he gets back to camp.

Balin looks up annoyed at Dwalin. "What'd you go and do that for?" he asks, smacking his Brother on the arm. "Thorin is struggling te focus, Balin. She's distracting him, and she's all he thinks about!" he replies quietly.

Balin sighs, "Well ye didn't have to go and kick her out of the camp!" he scolds Dwalin.

"I didn't!" Dwalin defends.

Balin rolls his eyes. He gets up and goes to sit by Beyla. "Aren't ye gonna be cold over here, Lass?" he asks.

You look up. "Perhaps, Balin, but I don't want to be a bother and a distraction to Thorin. I understand he needs to focus on your quest and not on me." you tell him quietly. "I'm content to wait and stay in the background until the mountain is won." you inform him.

Balin sighs, "That's very considerate of ye Lass, but I don't think Thorin will see it that way. When he returns, he will be worried if he doesn't see ye. If ye keep your distance and push him away, he will think you do not want to be with him and will think ye no longer want to be married to him. You two need to talk and figure out together how to handle this. He will need time to focus on the quest, but he will also need you for the peace and love you give to him." Balin tells you.

"Let him do his thinking, and when he comes back to camp go to him and talk about this. Ask him what he needs from you, so that you are not a distraction to him as we travel and see what you can do to help him stay focused on the quest." Balin suggests.

You sigh and nod.

"Come on now, Lass, Bombur has supper almost ready, come back and sit where you were so Thorin doesn't begin to worry." Balin says as he stands and offers you his hand.

You nod, stand, and walk back with him. You place your pack near Thorin's but leave distance there, so he can have his space. You go back to helping Bombur finish supper. When it is ready, you begin to hand out the bowls of stew and the bread to the Dwarrow.

They thank you and you look out across the lake, seeing that Thorin hasn't returned yet. You leave his bowl near the fire to stay warm and tell Bombur he isn't allowed to eat it nor the leftovers until Thorin has eaten his fill. Bombur looks at you sheepishly, and nods.

You sit down and eat your supper. When you are full, Kili and Fili collect the bowls and eating utensils and head to the lake to wash them. They return and hand everyone back their eating utensils and bowl. Then everyone settles down for the night. Some talking quietly, others smoking their pipes.

Dwalin takes first watch as everyone begins to settle down for the night.

You get up and walk to the large boulder near the lake. You climb onto it and look up at the stars. Thinking about how quickly your life has changed since meeting these Dwarrow. You watch the moon slowly glide across the sky, shining it's silver light onto the land and lake.

"Ye should lie down and get some sleep, Lass." Dwalin says quietly as he comes up behind you. "You okay?" he asks.

You continue to look up at the stars. "I'm fine, Dwalin. I just needed to do some thinking too." you reply.

"I'm sorry I came off as an ass earlier." he apologized. "I didn't mean to make ye think that ye should leave camp." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I know. I guess I was just upset and frustrated." you reply. "I don't want to hinder you all and I certainly do not want to distract Thorin from his duties and focusing on this quest." you reply.

"I'm content to wait and stay in the background until Erebor is reclaimed." you tell him. "I'm not essential for the success of this quest, he is." you mention.

Dwalin comes up and stands beside the boulder and looks at you for a minute. "You are essential, Lass. You have given Thorin something none of the rest of us could." he tells you.

You look at him puzzled.

"You give him hope for a future in Erebor. Before he wanted to reclaim it for his kin. Now he wants that, but he also wants to reclaim it for HIS home with YOU." You have given him peace, love, and a future that only someone who is his One can offer. He has been happier these last few days since finding you, than he has in all the years I've known him." he tells you.

You look at him speechless.

Dwalin chuckles. "Just be there for him when he needs you. You can be in the background if he'll let you, but don't be surprised if he wants you by his side. But you'll have to help him keep his focus on the quest and not on humping you like a love-sick bunny in the spring!" he teases, chuckling.

You look at him in disbelief for a moment then when he raises an eyebrow and gives you a wink and a smirk, you bust out laughing. "Okay, Dwalin. I will try to rein him in." you giggle. He pats your back and thanks you. Then he turns and heads for the camp.

After a while, you see Thorin's shadow moving along the edge of the lake. You watch as he comes up the beach to you, not noticing you sitting on the boulder. You begin to hum quietly, and he looks up surprised. He comes over to you and helps you down off the boulder. "Amrâlimê." he says and kisses you gently.

"I wondered when you were going to come back." you tell him. "Your supper almost got eaten by Bombur." you tease.

Thorin chuckles. "It wouldn't be the first time, my Love.” He replies.

“It is sitting by the fire, waiting for you, Amrâlimê. I threatened him that he could not have leftovers nor your food until after you had eaten." you giggle.

Thorin grins and takes you in his arms. "Thank you, my Love." he says and kisses you again.

"Come," you say quietly, and you lead him back to camp. He sits down on his bedroll and you bring him his supper. He pulls you down next to him and then begins to eat.

"You lie down and put your head on his lap, using his thick thighs as a pillow. He looks down at you and chuckles. "Aren't you afraid I'm going to drip this on you?" he asks.

You shake your head, 'no'.

He quickly finishes eating and then sets the bowl down off to the side.

You stand up and untie your bed roll from your pack and get ready for bed. You don't notice Thorin pull your bed roll next to his and when you look, he is laying on them looking up at you. You raise an eyebrow and he motions for you to come join him. Pulling your pack over to be near his, you take off your harness with the battle axes and unhook your belt with the throwing axes, and thigh protectors. You take your throwing axes and place them under your make shift pillow.

Thorin watches you and chuckles. You grin and toe off your boots and set them by your pack. You snuggle in next to Thorin and he wraps the two of you in his fur cloak. You hear Dwalin chuckle and Thorin looks up at him. "She disappears under that. Looks like she isn't even there, except for her feet stickin' out the bottom." he teases.

You poke your head out the top and glare at him. He just chuckles again and tells the two of you to go to sleep... "and no humping like bunnies!" he teases, making Thorin chuckle and rub himself against your bum. You give his thigh a smack and he chuckles.

"Goodnight, Amrâlimê." he whispers in your ear as he nuzzles your neck and peppers it with kisses. You tell him the same thing and he wraps his arm tightly around your waist and places his hand between your breasts. "Mine." he whispers. "I love you." he tells you as the two of you fall into a deep, restful sleep.

#Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin #thorin x oc #Dwalin #Balin #Kili #Fili #Company of Thorin Oakenshield #mock battle #smut and fluff #smut and angst #make up sex #Lake fun #Middle Earth #Arda #the hobbit au

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bookworm-with-coffee · 11 months

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Insecurities. . .

(Kili x Reader)

(A/N); Hello and welcome, readers!! As always, thank you for stopping by!! I thought it was high time to write a fic for Kili! After all, who can resist that cheeky smile of his?? Do enjoy! ❤

Plot; Comfort drabble

Pairings; Kili x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; fluffity-fluff and some angy-angst

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The evening was cheerful, the Company of Thorin Oakenshield having stopped for the night after a long day's travels. Peaceful ambience of the forest began to increase in the nightfall, the breeze light and cool as it swayed through the rustling trees.

Firelight filled the camp with a warm flickering glow, the smell of woodsmoke and Bombur's cooking potent in the air. Conversation was easy to find and delightful, as always. Bofur, Dwalin, Nori and a few of the others were sat together, conversing in what sounded like their native tongue. The intricacies and mysteries of Khuzdul still left you amazed, despite how it was only merriful banter.

You had stood by Bombur, offering to take Bofur's place tonight as the food-server. Each bowl of soup was steaming hot, your steps having to be quick to avoid burning yourself too badly from the scalding liquid as it dripped from the bowl. Each Dwarf had eagerly taken the food that was offered, exhaustion fueling their hunger. Even Bilbo and Gandalf seemed relieved to finally be eating this evening. The days were long and draining, trudging through the wilderness in the everchanging landscape. You too found relief in finally dropping down beside the youngest of the two Princes once your rounds were finished.

Fili, who usually kept him company of a nighttime, was occupied in the audacious conversations nearby. The booming laughter that rang out almost startled you whilst you settled in alongside Kili, him offering the occasional soft chuckle at the words being thrown between bites of his food.

Darting to you, the Prince's hazel eyes glistened with the embers of the campfire. A soft smile of amusement crossed his face, the action always seeming to offer you comfort. "What are they on about now?", you quirked a brow, his expression becoming contagious.

"By this point in the conversation, I don't think you want to know".

"Enlighten me", you encouraged, laughter slipping from the Princeling's lips. It was hard for Kili to restrain his smile when he finally obliged.

"They're taking bets on whether or not Bofur uses his hat in the bedroom".

"Pigs", you huffed, a moment's silence passing before you added, "He clearly does". The Prince snorted, his soup suddenly travelling through his nostrils. Something akin to a guffaw escaped his lips, whilst he desperately tried to grapple his composure in your now shared laughter.

"Agreed", he managed to wheeze out, wiping at his face and mouth.

In moments like this, you appreciated the bond that had formed between you both. Despite the seriousness of the quest at hand, you always found yourself at ease within Kili's easygoing nature and cheeky humour. He always had a way of soothing your anxieties with his jokes and lighthearted conversations, always looking on the brighter side of things. And although he was oblivious to such things, you'd come to find him to be quite beautiful.

It was hard not to when the light of the fire danced over his features, illuminating the strands of hair that fell effortlessly over his face. You'd come to admire those wavy tresses with their now auburn glow, sitting over his strong and broad shoulders. You wondered how he cared for them, keeping them so clean despite the lack of hygiene this quest entailed.

With his head turned and gaze fixed on the forest ahead, you found that his messed half-up had lost a few strands that dangled, masking the Prince's handsome face from your current view. His metal clasp was now sitting loosely on the back of his head. And although it offered him a fitting style, you wished to fix it for him.

Dinner became suddenly forgotten in your new endeavours when you decided to test the waters with Kili. Reaching for the strand that had fallen loose over his face, your fingertips worked the silken strands behind his ear with a delicate precision. The Prince almost seemed to stiffen at your touch, his breaths halting whilst goosebumps ignited across his skin. His lips had parted, lashes fluttering. No woman had ever touched him like that before. And although there was nothing sensual about your touch, it made every part of him light up like fire, craving more of that soothing gentleness.

Sensing his quiet, you became hesitant to continue. "May I fix your hair for you?". Your question had his hazel orbs clouding in confusion, scanning your face for any sign that you may have been jesting. He nodded shyly, his voice seeming to waver slightly,

"Please". That being all the confirmation you needed, you pulled the large clasp from his hair, the thick layers falling loose. Excitement bubbled in your chest whilst you shuffled closer to the handsome Dwarf.

Steadying his breaths, he resisted the shudder that passed through him when your fingers began working through his hair like a gentle comb. You began to remove the small tangles, relishing in the soft touch of his hair. The moisture in the strands was not greasy or dirty in nature and his waves bounced back, unaffected by your touches. The Prince's eyes had fallen closed, his dinner being long abandoned in his blissful state. The sensation of your nails brushing over his scalp had him drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to fight the pleasurable sighs that dared to leave his throat.

The boisterous conversations that once ensnared his attention had faded from his ears. He was barely able to register your voice when you spoke so gently to him. "Your hair is so beautiful", you marveled, spindling his soft hair between your fingers playfully. "How do you keep it so soft and lovely?". The young Prince felt his throat tightening from shock, pondering what your interest was in his hair. In his opinion, there was nothing special about his tresses.

Kili gathered no attention from women, unlike his fellow kin. His complete lack of facial and body hair meant that to any respectable Dwarf, he was considered ugly or unattractive. At your compliments, it was only normal for him to be in a state of disbelief. You were the first and only woman to take interest.

"It's nothing special", he finally murmured. "I just use a light oil after I wash my hair".

"You need to lend it to me sometime", you insisted with a grin, your eyes seeming to sparkle with mirth. "It works wonders on your hair. It's so beautiful". Kili felt his heartbeat increase, his tone falling quieter amidst his further disbelief.

"Do you think so?". In a sudden surge of confidence, you replied,

"I know so. You have the most gorgeous looking hair out of all the Dwarves in this Company". His eyes had blown wide, his lips parting in surprise. "It looks lovely pinned back", you added, finally binding his hair securely with his clasp. "Or left out". You shrugged. He grew confused when you shuffled in front of him. "But, I think I like your fringe the most. It frames your kind face without hiding it".

You were so close now, your (e/c) eyes trained on the delicate strands that made up his bangs. Your touch was featherlight and uncalloused, your face screwed in concentration. In your current focus, you didn't see the admiration and awe for you that shimmered in his gaze. Never had he gotten attention like this, even from a friend. Friend. He despised that word when his thoughts drifted to you. But, how could you possibly ever find him attractive?? His lack of facial hair and muscle was unmanly, even by human standards.

You were strangely beautiful to Kili. You weren't as tall or lithe as the Elves, nor as creamy-skinned or graceful. You had perfect little imperfections in your skin and freckles. Your hair had character, being curly. And you almost always wore your hair out of your face, the odd stray hair coming to frame it perfectly. And from the moment he sensed his feelings for you some weeks ago, Kili had felt his confidence decrease. He felt as if he had no chance with 12 other eligible Dwarves in the Company that could easily win you over with their toned bodies and lavish, braided hair.

The Princeling wasn't oblivious to how you often spent your time with Ori, looking through his books and learning how to knit the varying patterns he practiced. And despite how Ori was much younger than Kili, he had an attractive amount of body hair. He was nowhere near as confident as the Prince, nor as rehearsed in the prowess of battle. However, it didn't stop the envy that crept its way into his heart and mind. Looks had always mattered to everyone else before, so why would it be any different now?

When your cooler hands brushed over his face whilst you worked, it left burning tingles in his skin. You noted the perfect shaping of his eyebrows, running your thumbs over them to smooth any stray hairs. His features were strong, to be expected of a man in Dwarven culture. You swept loose pieces of his fringe from his cheeks, his stubble seductively rough beneath your skin.

Some part of you preferred Kili without a beard. All the hair that hung from the others was so extravagant, but you liked seeing more of his face. His cheeky smile was your favourite thing to see, even on a bad day. Perhaps a beard would hide that?

Raking his fringe up for slight volume, you found yourself taken by how ethereal he seemed. You questioned yourself on whether or not it was your lack of food and rest from the day, but you couldn't ignore the fondness that crept into your soul at being so close with him. A smile marked your face, setting the last strands of his dark locks aside.

"Beautiful", you'd murmured, a sense of accomplishment filling your heart. The warmth of his skin increased beneath your lingering fingertips, his hazel gaze playing over your softer features. To his greater surprise, there was only genuity in your expression. Not wanting you to retreat from him, Kili placed his heated callouses over your own, fighting the way his eyes slightly glazed over with tears.

"Thank you". He offered you one of those boyish smiles, taking comfort in the suppleness of your skin beneath his own. You caressed the stubble beneath your skin, grazing your thumb over the smoothness of his sharp cheekbone. Kili chuckled in amusement, "I look a bit more dignified now".

"Nonsense. Your hair looked fitting either way", you laughed softly, squeezing the warmer hands that held your own. "It's truly beautiful. Stubble and all". His dark brows had risen, wonder filling his kind gaze. You really didn't mind his lack of body hair??

"I always thought my stubble was– I thought it may have been unsightly", he confessed with the hints of a nervous smile, your brows creasing in light concern. "Beards are of high importance in my culture".

"Not in mine", you shrugged, slowly trailing your thumb over his dimples and slightly chapped lips. "Besides, how else would I be able to see that gorgeous smile?". The shy grin that slowly splayed onto his face at your words was the happiest one you'd ever seen on the Prince. Your words had dissolved any unsurities in his heart. "That's the one", you giggled, Kili trying and failing to restrain his smile.

"I think I like yours better", he murmured, sweeping one of your stray curls from your face. "It's the one I fell for, after all".

The small gap between you both closed, Kili's burning lips meeting yours in a gentle touch. It started off unsure and light, becoming almost fervent when your head tilted and lips parted to allow his tongue to slip past them. Using his hand resting along your jaw, he guided your head closer to his own, relishing in the need to be as close to you as possible. His stubble scratched the skin of your face pleasurably, a soft sigh exhaling through your nose.

The both of you separated, your lips swollen and tingling from the caresses and nibbles of his own. Kili's eyes finally fluttered open after a few moments, skimming your face with a soft tenderness. "Abnâmul", he whispered, running a heated digit over your tingling lips. "You'll have to let me do that more often".

"I'll have to think about it", you mused, squeezing the hand that cradled your face affectionately.

"Hopefully not too hard", Kili sighed in pretend dejection, tracing his thumb along your cheek. "I do really love you".

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual", you chuckled softly, pressing your lips to his with a playfulness. No longer burdened with his insecurities, Kili's laughter chased your own,

"Me too".

The End. . .

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Translations;

Abnâmul = "beautiful", (Khuzdul)

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shirefantasies · 3 months

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hi!! I love your writing so I'd like to request if that's ok :D please could you write a preference scenario (romantic plz) for all the Hobbit characters with an s/o with touch as their love language? if you'd feel comfortable making it a little suggestive then that'd be amazing but don't worry if not, fluff is more than ok with me!

thank you! <3

Your kind words do my heart wonders lovie 🥹🥰 also absolutely 100% take my metaphorical money 💸🫶🏻 some are more suggestive than others just based on the personalities/natures of the characters but I really hope you love it!!! 💕 threw in some extra non-company characters since the ask sounded comprehensive, enjoy 😉

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

Balin

✧ His contented sighs and sounds of pleasure at your affection are some of the most encouraging things you’ve heard.

✧ Loves pressing kisses to your bare shoulders.

✧ Balin is always the one to help dress you, little touches like doing up your laces and things, but he is also the one who helps undress you at the end of the day. Hands carefully working over you to undo every tie of your garments, eyes trying not to roam too far, instead opting to search yours…

✧ He has this little habit of sliding his hands up your sleeves to caress your arms.

✧ Occasionally calls you a pet name he tends to reserve for in private just to flip the script upon his own reaction to your touches.

Dwalin

✧ Gives you the proudest smirk and chuckles deeply when he feels your hands upon him.

✧ You rest your head against him only to feel him move it aside with a surprising gentleness before his lips are on your neck.

✧ When you tell him that you’re cold and reach into the folds of his coat, he remarks with great satisfaction that he knows a way you two could keep warm.

✧ Sparring sessions with Dwalin tend to end up with you pinned and straddled, his gaze boring intensely into yours.

✧ Party trick as it may seem to be, Dwalin can even turn lifting you up on his bicep sensual if he so desires, his other hand reaching for you as you pull to his lips.

Thorin

✧ The type to tell you ‘no, not here’ when he feels you pulling into him, then cave and proceed to kiss you so hard you lose all breath in your lungs.

✧ The further your relationship goes on, soon it will come to your notice how accustomed you are to the feeling of Thorin’s hand protectively about your waist nearly at all times, giving it the occasional squeeze.

✧ Cannot keep his hands off you if you wear his coat, especially if you are wearing little to nothing else.

✧ It’s irresistible to tease Thorin just to see the arch of his brows in surprise at your forward motions, be they placing his hands upon you or roaming yours over him.

✧ Driving Thorin crazy is quite easy, my friend- simply whisper “yes, My King” in his ear.

Oin

✧ Shamelessly makes jokes about how you should slow down, he is the one who's supposed to give you the check-up after all.

✧ Knowing the most about bodies and being studied in their reactions, he very quickly learns both your habits and in turn the places you prefer to be touched.

✧ His massages are expert, heavenly, his hands working over all the right muscles and spots. Such moments are an excuse for you to look through Oin’s oils and choose your favorite scent or mood.

✧ Insists he only know how to undress you so fast from having to do it in emergencies, he swears…

✧ Whispers his desires into your ear, but favors your love of demonstrations to save you having to call out private matters through his trumpet in front of the whole camp.

Gloin

✧ If you were to open up a dictionary and look up the word 'handsy', you would see a picture of Gloin beneath it; he adores the fact that you're the same, proud to tell anyone you can't keep your hands off him.

✧ One of his favorite sensations upon this earth is the way your hands slide over his chest, sometimes even grabbing the edges of his coat, as your lips collide.

✧ Another is when your fingers tangle into his hair, even if they end up pulling a bit.

✧ Bedtime all but brings Gloin wrestling you down into position where he can hold you or lie on top of you. Whether you stay that way or not is up to you…

✧ Puffs out his chest first, then sweeps you into the kiss of a lifetime the day you absentmindedly run your hands over him and squeeze his arms, complimenting his muscles.

Bifur

✧ When allowed to, his hands will roam your body as if trying to memorize every inch of it.

✧ Absentmindedly strokes a hand up and down your legs when you throw them in his lap.

✧ Has been known to silently slip off articles of your clothing and offer pieces of his instead.

✧ In addition to that, he has the teasing habit of sliding hands into your clothes, especially when they’ve gotten cold, just to see and feel the way you contort and shiver in shock.

✧ Signs obscene things with such a straight face or look of mild questioning when you initiate affection, laughing wickedly at your reply of shock or eagerness.

Bofur

✧ I maintain that Bofur adores affection and is unafraid to show it, even going so far as to hold you in his lap and show you (and the fact that only he can do that) off!

✧ As you stand together, foreheads resting against each other, you can feel his hands draw patterns upon your hips.

✧ Even cuddling with Bofur is quite a sensual experience, your limbs a tangle and his lips often sneaking their way to find your neck or chest.

✧ You can always feel him smile against you when your tongue slides to the seam of his lips, deepening the kiss instantly.

✧ Bofur also quite enjoys nibbling on your earlobes if you let him, taking breaks between kisses over there.

Bombur

✧ Blushes at your affections and gives you a look like you are an angel upon the earth.

✧ Main offender of turning a peck onto the cheek into more at the last minute, turning to capture your lips instead.

✧ Occasionally forgets himself amidst your nature and gets a wee bit too comfortable; tells you you have something on your face at dinner and then proceeds to kiss or lick it off like that’s normal procedure.

✧ Almost always has a hand upon your knee or thigh beneath the table, too. Sometimes it remains stationary, other times not so much.

✧ Tends to mirror the affections you give under the assumption that you give what you desire. Sometimes does the things that pleasure you most with the silence, but the most eager look you’ve ever seen, questioning if he’s doing well because frankly he enjoys the praise.

Dori

✧ Definitely more prim and proper about things, so all of that must be in private!

✧ That being said, 'collecting firewood' is a great excuse to go somewhere secluded and enjoy each other’s company behind a tree.

✧ Always asking if you’re enjoying things to learn what gives you the most pleasure, following your responses to his every kiss and touch.

✧ You can feel it in the way he touches you, responds to your touch, that he is all but wondering if you are real or someone who stumbled forth from his wildest dreams set to disappear back into the recesses of his mind.

✧ Takes your hand and places kisses up your arm, sometimes getting less gentlemanly as he goes along.

Nori

✧ You are two peas in a pod! Keeping his hands to himself is barely in Nori’s vocabulary.

✧ When you kiss you can fully expect to feel them roaming, sometimes settling for a grip upon the hindquarters or others running up and down your back.

✧ Lets his lips brush the shell of your ear as he leans in to whisper all sorts of messages, be they comments on the others or promises for the evening.

✧ If your hair is long enough, he loves to tangle his hands in it and tug it in your most intimate moments.

✧ Do not expect to sit down without his grip upon your thigh or even the feeling of your skirt’s edge lifting if you wear one…

Ori

✧ Goes bright red at the way you’re always keeping connected, a hand over his or even both around him.

✧ When you yank him in by the scarf for a passionate kiss, why he’s in heaven, smiling into every motion.

✧ Desperation colors his kisses at times, sending his hands gripping you for dear life and his lips searching for treasure he finds with you again and again.

✧ Has never voiced this, but you can tell by the way his breath hitches that he loves it when you wrap your legs around him.

✧ If he is feeling quite bold you may catch Ori sneaking a hand into your pocket, usually to find yours or place a little surprise gift knowing the small touch keeps your heart warm.

Fili

✧ Loves the way your hands slide around his waist and up his tunic, searching for the warmth of his skin.

✧ Knowing how loved you feel by his touch, Fili often keeps you right beneath his arm, halfway embracing as you stroll.

✧ Traps you with his legs upon taking his desired big spoon role, finding new and creative ways to wrap them around you that may apply in later times as well.

✧ Adores when you shuffle underneath him while he does push-ups, kissing your lips, cheeks, or neck with each bob down. You know the shifts of his mood by if this changes to bites.

✧ Bites upon your neck are another common occurrence, leaving you to tease him that you’ll need a whole new wardrobe of turtlenecks!

Kili

✧ He’s right there with you, whether it’s simply wanting to be holding hands all the time or playfully giving your arse a light smack as you walk by!

✧ You two already have the habit of resting one’s legs upon the other’s lap, but if you happen to wear a skirt when it’s your turn…

✧ Cups your face and looks at you with the biggest smile, breathless in your presence before a kiss that has you barely separating for air, but never fully apart.

✧ One of his habits is catching your hands as they trace over his body when they reach a spot he really likes to be touched.

✧ His hands tend to slide down your back and settle upon your hindquarters when you two share kisses.

Bilbo

✧ Sometimes you’ll just pass the burglar by, running a hand down his arm and giving him a look that has him flushing beet red.

✧ Another one who prefers these things in private, but if you initiate and Bilbo is feeling quite bold he may deftly sneak a hand into your back pocket as you walk. Only if no one is behind you two, of course.

✧ Nuzzles his nose against your before kissing you like he isn’t about to dip you passionately.

✧ Whatever access to your skin is granted, Bilbo practically worships it, awed and reverent in his every touch.

✧ He loves resting his head against your chest, nuzzling in there and if he can peppering it with little kisses or maybe even nips.

Thranduil

✧ Teases the dickens out of you for the way you seek out his touch, practically purring into kisses and running your hands over his shoulders.

✧ Only to turn around and run his nails down your spine as your lips meet again and again…

✧ Upon shared meals, sometimes he will feed you things by hand, hoping you will be unafraid to let him feel you taking it from him.

✧ Much as you love surprising him with kisses, Thranduil hopes you enjoy the deeper feeling of your tongues entwined as much as he does. He is unafraid to use his tongue really practically anywhere you’ll let him.

✧ Trails kisses along your collarbones when you sit in his lap, often upon his throne.

Bard

✧ Laketown's bowman is opening himself to affection again, and receiving it is aiding in that pursuit, reminding him to give in to the desire to show it.

✧ Snaking a hand around your waist, he tugs you against his chest, smiling at the fall of your hand upon him.

✧ His eyelids flutter involuntarily shut at the feeling of your hand dragging slowly down his chest or along the length of his spine.

✧ You can feel his lips part in pure shock the first time your tongue travels along their entrance, but with great haste you are let in.

✧ Even if he is not always forthcoming with it, Bard longs for the comfort of another body nearly as much as you do. As he falls asleep, you can feel him relax, his head buried between your neck and shoulder as one hand travels up and down.

Beorn

✧ He definitely isn’t used to physical affection, starting or even glaring in surprise at first, but when he realizes your love is true, that is when you begin to feel the way Beorn melts into your touch, something different glinting in his brown eyes.

✧ His favorite form of affection is, quite simply, holding you against his chest, height allowing him to rest his head atop yours. From there, Beorn can hardly resist the way you lean up to press kisses to his neck.

✧ You tend to initiate many of your shared kisses, but Beorn inadvertently deepens them with his habit of nipping at your lips. He apologizes, but you assure him he has nothing to worry about.

✧ Finding out you love to cuddle means you’ll hardly find yourself sleeping without Beorn’s form draped protectively over you. Whether he soothes you or claims you entirely depends upon the night.

✧ Beorn’s bear-like tendencies come out in his affection sometimes, the way he rubs his head or sides against yours.

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finnofamerica · 2 years

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Are you considering ever writing Dwalin smut?

I'm considering it. I never wrote smut before bc I never thought I'd be any good at it. But recently I've been kind of wanting to venture more into it.

And please, if you have the chance, fill out my smut survey. I’m debating whether or not I want to add smut to my writing repertoire. I really want to use my platform to portray healthy examples of kink relationships because 50 Shades of Grey is abuse and so is 365 Days. I also know that smut isn’t everyone’s jam and I want to make sure my blog is a safe space

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Caught Red-Handed - Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader

Title: Caught Red-Handed

Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader

Additional Characters: Balin and Bilbo

WC: 835

Warnings: Nervousness, awkwardness, some confusion, first meeting, slight angst, Dwalin eats everything, taunting, and overall fluff

It was night, and you and your cousin Bilbo were getting ready to eat supper. He had made a delicious meal, and you were starving. You were just about to dig in when there was a jingle from his door. You both paused, staring in the general direction of the door with furrowed gazes.

"Are you expecting anyone, Bilbo?" You asked as Bilbo stood, shaking his head.

"Not anyone I can recall." He spoke before leaving the room. You pursed your lips as to stare off to where he had left, before hearing Bilbo speaking to someone. You stood, confused and curious, slipping out of the kitchen to the hallway, peeking around the side of the wall to spot Bilbo with a Dwarf? What was a Dwarf doing here?

"Supper. He said that there'd be food. And lots of it." The Dwarf spoke with his gruff voice, tossing his furs into Bilbo's arms and leaving the room.

"He- He said... Who said?" Bilbo tried to ask, but the Dwarf was already gone.

You wandered over, crossing your arms as you looked toward your cousin, "I didn't know you had friends." You taunted lightly as Bilbo swiftly turned to look at you, with slightly narrowed eyes.

"You know I have friends, Y/N." Bilbo spoke defiantly, "Now, if you'll excuse me." He spoke, passing the furs to you before rushing to the kitchen.

You huffed, adjusting the heavy furs in your arms before tossing them on top of the old trunk in the corner. Curious about the man you heard was called Dwalin, you followed your cousin, peering out behind the wall once more to watch Bilbo watch Dwalin eat. You yourself stared at the Dwarf, curious and yet also slightly annoyed that he was eating your poor cousin's food, and yours.

Bilbo watched as Dwalin ate his supper before the Dwarf asked for more. Bilbo grabbed a piece of bread before handing the rest of the biscuits to Dwalin, who immediately stuffed his face with the bready treat.

"It's... Just that, uh... I wasn't expecting company."

Before either of them could say anything more, the doorbell jingled again, and Bilbo's eyes widened slightly.

"That'll be the door," Dwalin spoke ominously, as Bilbo sighed and walked over.

Before he could answer the door though, you had already done so, revealing yet another Dwarf. Bilbo saddled up beside you as you greeted the Dwarf with a smile.

"Balin." He then bowed, his arms stretched, "At your service."

You giggled lightly, "My name is Y/N. At yours. And this is Bilbo." You spoke before sharply nudging Bilbo in the side.

"Good evening."

Balin nodded, looking up at the sky, "Yes, yes it is." Before he enters with a slight frown. "Though I think it might rain later. Am I late?"

Bilbo tilted his head slightly, "Late for what?"

Before Balin turned his head and let out an 'Oh!' You turned alongside Bilbo, watching Dwalin had his hand in the cookie jar. Finally, your eye met his, he stared at you briefly before he greeted Balin; his hand was still stuck in the jar. After their... To you, an odd but cute greeting, Balin continued to speak to Bilbo, as you walked over to Dwalin, who tried to get his hand out of the cookie jar. Jiggling his large hand, the jar was completely stuck around his hand. As you neared him, he glanced up at you, before trying to pull his hand out more aggressively. You tutted, placing a hand on Dwalin's arm, stopping him before placing your hands on the jar, tilting it slightly before sharply pulling down; the jar popping off of his hand instantly.

Dwalin looked at you intensely, as you glanced up at him with a smile before taking out a cookie from the jar and handing it to him. "Here," You stated simply, holding the cookie, offering it to Dwalin, "These are my favorite." You grinned brightly.

The Dwarf stared at you incredulously, as you held your hand out, palm up expectantly. His gaze shifted to your hand before looking back at you, before finally taking the cookie; his large fingers brushing your palm delicately. You felt yourself blush as Dwalin bit into the small sweet treat, as you looked away, a small smile on your face.

"Thank you, lass," He spoke, causing you to look at him once more, "Your mate makes good cookies."

You covered your mouth as you laughed, shaking your head as Dwalin titled his head slightly, "Bilbo's not my mate, he's my cousin."

Dwalin narrowed his eyes as he tried to slow his racing heart, "Oh."

"My name is Y/N, by the way."

Dwalin muttered his name back, after he ate the last bite of his snack, he gave you an awkward nod and bid you farewell, making his way out of the living room and into the pantry. Your grin remained as you watched him leave, instantly intrigued by the Dwarf; your own curiosity sparked.

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the-really-lonely-mountain · 20 days

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Along for the ride, to Erebor - Part 4

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Summary: Transported to Middle Earth, you must Join Thorin Oakenshield's Company as they travel to reclaim Erebor! OR: My take on the classic 'modern girl in Middle Earth' troupe. This is the second installment, so we are following the second movie of The Hobbit trilogy, and falling deeper in love with Kili on the way! This is the first part for the second movie.

Tags: Kili / Reader, Reader-Insert, Slow Burn, Modern Character in Middle Earth, During The Hobbit, How Do I Tag, Canon-Typical Violence, Kíli Is a Little Shit (Tolkien), implied soulmates, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Freeform, light smut, it's really just a brief description nothing too detailed, Holding Hands, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Protective Thorin Oakenshield Company Members, Dwalin & Thorin Oakenshield Friendship, Fluff and Humor, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Where In Middle-Earth Is Gandalf?, Hair Braiding, Dwarf Courting, My First Tumblr Fic, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fíli & Kíli & Thorin Live, Thorin Oakenshield Lives, Fíli Lives (Tolkien), Kíli Lives (Tolkien), this chapter is domestic as hell, sword fight training, kili is a big ole softy and i love him so much for it

Word Count: 4,977

A/N: Hey y'all!! It's been a crazy couple of months let me tell ya! good god! I've decided to finally post the next part of the story to tumblr despite it not having been beta read. I'll use you guys as my guinea pigs lol so if you see anything that doesn't make sense or is spelled wrong, I'm begging you to please tell me. I can't wait to hear what you think about my pride and joy! <3

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The company climbed down the tall rock into the forest below. Having rested on the long flight over, everyone was prepared for a day of walking. Nothing notable happened except innocent conversation to pass the time and the forging of grapes with Bilbo for a snack.

The sun dipped closer to the horizon, casting long shadows through the trees. Thorin found a small river to make camp nearby. Gloin made the fire then Bombur started cooking the food. While the stew was being made, Fili and Kili practiced their swordsmanship under the watchful eyes of Thorin and Dwalin to provide guidance. The dwarves had found a log and brought it over beside the fire. You knelt in the grass on the fire’s side parallel to the log. The others were leaning against it on the opposite side, smoking pipes and making jokes and commentary about the training. You pulled out your thread spools and measured out the first color. You realized you didn’t have scissors and asked the merry gathering in front of you if they did.

“Nah lass,” Dori said, “Our weapons aren’t sharp enough to cut thread, they’ll only fray it” He kicked Nori to quiet him when he started to protest the quality of his weapons, “You’ll want to ask Thorin to borrow his sword.”

You swallowed thickly and looked over at the man in question where he stood with his arms crossed next to Dwalin. He always intimated you but approaching him alone to ask a favor made anxiety spike straight through you.

They were several feet away, but the clanging of metal was still quite loud. The brothers had removed their shirts, as men often did, to escape the insulated heat it provided. Not that you were complaining, eye candy is always welcome in a world of forests and furs.

You timidly approached the taller man as he instructed the brothers. You waited till they started fighting again to say in a shy voice: “Um Thorin?”

He glanced at you to acknowledge your inquisition, “Yes, what is it?” He sounded impatient.

“May I please borrow your sword?” You pointed to the weapon strapped to his side, “I need it to cut some thread” You tried not to sound as scared and skittish as you felt. He looked at you blankly for a moment, surprised by your question.

Kili threw his brother back several feet, allowing him a few seconds to turn to you with a confident smile.

“Hey Y/N,” Kili said, making you and Thorin look at him. You couldn’t help but smile and sheepishly blush as you tried not to ogle his ripped upper body dripping in sweat.

“Hi Kili” you swayed back and forth a little without realizing it. Thorin took note of your fond reaction to his nephew.

Fili let out a mighty roar as he jumped on the back of his brother, taking advantage of his distraction. The dwarves on the log laughed and you giggled at them as they goaded each other on.

“I’ve got you now brother!” Fili triumphantly exclaimed.

“I think not!” Kili replied with a strong thrusting attack.

Thorin sighed, “Very well” He untied his sheathed sword from his belt and handed it to you. You thanked him and began walking back to your previous spot. He looked at the line of dwarves who were still chuckling lightly against the log, “Make sure she doesn’t kill herself” he said to them. They all nodded, including Balin who found this ironic remembering their conversation about leaving you in Rivendell. It would seem the dwarf king was taking a liking to you.

You kneeled, unsheathed the great Goblin Cleaver a few inches, and positioned the hilt between your knees, so it stayed standing on its spine. You measured 7 lengths of thread at about three feet and rubbed them against the fine elfin blade which cut them in one pass to make makeshift embroidery thread. You repeated that 5 times to end up with two groups of pink, two groups of blue, and one group of black thread. You did your best to keep them separated as you bunched them together to fold them in half and tie a loop at the end that you could hook onto a button of your coat. You sheathed the sword and returned it to Thorin knowing he wouldn’t like being without his weapon. You sat on the side of the log with everyone else and secured your coat in your lap so you could pull taught against the threads. You separated the threads and began knotting them over and across each other like how you learned to make friendship bracelets at summer camp. It gave your hands something to do as you sat idly watching the boys trash talk then turn serious and start fighting again.

“What are ya makin’ Y/N?” Ori asked as he watched you.

“I’m making a bracelet” You replied, pleased to see the others taking an interest in your crafting.

“Why’s that lass?” Bifur leaned over to see what you were doing exactly.

“So I can eventually make one for everyone else” You explained how it’s a tradition of sorts in your world to make bracelets for those you care about as a show of kinship and the enduring strength of your friendship and bond. “Since I can’t fight beside you all on the battlefield yet, I thought this could be another way I show my commitment to the company” You smiled at the group. You’d grown very fond of them during your travels and hoped they enjoyed your company as much as you did theirs.

“That’s a very sweet tradition, Y/N,” Balin said, “We look forward to receiving your gifts” The rest of the dwarves confirmed it with ‘Aye’s and a strong nod of the head.

“Supper!” Bombur called while stirring the pot. Everyone got in line except the training group who was going one last round. You all sat down in your previous spots along the log to see the finale of the night’s training.

You finished your dinner quickly so you could take advantage of the distracted troublemakers as well as the river on the other side of the hill. You grabbed your bag and told Gandalf you were going to the river to wash up. You knew he’d keep an eye on the dwarf who often followed you like a puppy and missed you when you weren’t by his side.

You see, Kili had to share most of his things with his brother; toys, motherly attention, food, and this included the women he was interested in. They usually fell for Fili because he was more mature, older, and looked more dwarfish than Kili who had very fine features for a dwarf and was five years younger than his brother. He initially assumed it would happen again with you, so when you didn’t show any interest in his brother, only in him, he couldn’t put into words how happy it made him.

At the river’s edge, you placed your bag and makeshift towel (your shirt from your old world) on a rock and took off your clothes. The water was chilly but nothing a sit by the fire couldn’t fix. You washed your hair and body with the elfish soap you got in Rivendell. As you rinsed in the steady current of the water your thoughts began to wander to what Gandalf said about your predicament.

You felt pulled to Kili, he brought comfort and calmness to a feeling you didn’t even know was in need. His smile and his laugh, every memory and moment you made and shared with the handsome prince of Erebor begged you to stay in Middle Earth.

It was decided then.

When you stood to squeeze the water from your hair you noticed the sun was beginning to set. The others would want to bathe too, or at the very least wash their hands. You dried off and dressed and took a deep breath to enjoy the welcomed privacy one last time.

You reappeared beside the wizard, “Thank you, Gandalf, that was very much needed” You sat next to him on the ground in front of the fire to warm up. “I may be traveling with brutes, but I needn’t smell like one” You joked. He chuckled over his pipe at this.

“I’ve decided to stay here Gandalf.” You informed him. “Something about this place is calling me to stay.” You needn’t tell him about the intense pull to Kili, right?

“Splendid my dear,” He smiled fondly at your decision. “I’m sure you’ll find Middle earth rather agreeable.”

You smiled up at him, happy to have his support.

The boys were still going at it. Kili was making a great effort, but Fili got the upper hand, making Kili’s sword fly out of his hand and sail through the air to stick in the ground. Kili kept fighting though, trying to get Fili’s sword from him. Fili had to force him to the ground with his arms pinned before Kili surrendered.

“Good job lads, good work,” Thorin said as he helped them up. Coins were exchanged against the log from the bets the company members made. The boys started walking towards their bags, but Kili swerved at the last moment to approach you. Your hair was still slightly damp from the river, so it was obvious you’d just bathed. Being the mischievous sweaty dirt-covered mess he was, Kili held his arms out to you for a hug. You watched him in horror as he continued to walk towards you.

“Ew, no Kili stop!” You held your hand up to stop him but to no avail.

“Awe Y/N, just one hug?” Kili pleaded with puppy dog eyes.

You quickly stood and laugh a little at his persistence, “Don’t you fucking dare!” you said and dashed away.

“Come on Y/N, no need to play hard to get!” Kili strained as he chased you around the log and back toward your bags.

“Aaahh!” You made a sharp turn to narrowly avoid a grimy Fili, who stepped in your path, the little shit. This closed the gap so Kili could grab your arm and pull you toward him.

“Nonononononono!” you pleaded as he wrapped his beefy arms around your shoulders, making sure to rub his sweaty dirty face against your hair and pet the side of your face with his equally dirty hand. “Kili!” you drew out the last syllable in complaint.

“You smell so good” He had the nerve to say.

“You smell like Ori’s unwashed socks!” You pushed at his chest still trying to get away. Everyone chuckled at this. “Get off me, ya big olaf” you managed to wriggle out of his grasp, “I’m not coming anywhere near you till you bathe,” you said dead serious, and pointed to the river.

“As you wish” Kili bowed with a smirk, he grabbed his bag on his way to the river to join his brother. You sat in your by the fire with a small smile that seemed permanent whenever you were around him.

You were working on your bracelet when the brothers returned. The sun had dipped below the horizon making darkness seep into the crevasses of the world. Kili sat behind you on the same long stone Gandalf was perched on and touched the ends of your miraculously dry hair (the elvish soap is magic idk). You stiffened at the unexpected but not necessarily unwelcome contact.

“Can I braid your hair Y/N?” he asked innocently as pink dusted his cheeks. You whipped around aggressively, pulling your hair out of his hand in the process.

“No cause you’re just going to get it all tangled and I’m going to have to spend all night brushing it out!” You weren’t looking forward to that, you thought he was just trying to prank you. Kili’s pout was as cute as ever.

“My dear,” Gandalf budded in before Kili could sulk away, “Braiding hair in dwarfish culture is similar to your tradition of making bracelets for friends, but they take it much more seriously.”

“How much more seriously?” You asked, intrigued about the nature of Kili proposition.

“It’s like…” The wizard took a draw from his pipe while he thought of the words to properly explain it to you, “asking someone to dance, it’s special and a more intimate way of getting to know someone.”

“So, like a date?” You tilted your head in question. You understood his analogy; braiding allows both people to show their level of craftsmanship and commitment, with the added benefit of practicality and looking very nice in the end when done with love and care.

“A bit” Gandalf smiled at your naiveite, “Just know our dear Kili is not trying to prank you when he asks to braid your hair, quite the opposite” He took another draw from his pipe and looked back at the fire.

“In that case, you may braid my hair Kee” You flipped your hair back over your shoulder. You couldn’t see the beaming smile that grew on his handsome face. You dug through your bag to find the hairbrush and other trinkets from Rivendell which you handed to Kili. He kept them in his lap while he brushed your hair. If he came across a knot, he was sure to be incredibly gentle. You enjoyed the physical contact and attention very much.

“Any requests?” He asked sounding confident in his abilities.

“Whatever you think would look best” You couldn’t help but smile a little.

He used your brush to part your hair down the middle. He started braiding at your nape closest to the part. After that you didn’t pay very much attention to what he was doing, instead just relished the experience.

He finished one side and secured it with a bead from your stash, “How’s that feel, too tight?”, he asked and adjusted pieces here and there to make it lay perfectly.

“It feels great!” You chirped happily. You reached a hand to feel what he’d done so far but he shooed it away.

“Not yet, you’ll ruin the surprise!” He started working on the other side.

By the time he was done, you were so relaxed you’d almost fallen asleep on his leg.

“Done!” he said, you could tell he was very pleased with his work, “How do you like it?” He sounded a bit nervous.

You ran your fingers over the braids, feeling how they turned and curved at certain points and went straight in others.

“Kili this is amazing!” You said, very happy with the state of your hair. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Thank you!” You looked back at him with a smile that was as big as his.

“I’m afraid I can't properly reciprocate though, I don’t know how to braid hair like this, I can only do normal braids.” You regretted never having learned how to French braid now more than ever. “If that’s how this works” You quickly corrected in a slight panic.

He was elated you wanted to return his deed at all, “That’s fine!” He tried not to sound too excited and be cool about it, “I can teach you if you want” he offered.

“I’d appreciate that!” You smiled.

You switched places, so he was sitting between your legs facing the fire. The position was innocent, but his thoughts were anything but. Images of your face beautifully contorted in pleasure from his tongue exploring your most private and intimate parts were most welcomed.

“May I take this out?” you lightly touched the silver clip that held his hair out of his face.

“Sure” He happily shrugged. You dug through his brown hair where the clasp was supposed to be, but your trembling hands couldn’t find it in all his hair.

After he heard you huffing and puffing and hadn’t felt his hair fall from the clip he asked in a soft voice, “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you sighed, embarrassed you couldn’t even get a damn clip undone. He reached back, and struggled for a few seconds but undid the clasp, and handed it to you.

While you brushed his hair you thought of what you should do to it, or more what you could do with his hair given your limited abilities. You brushed through a few knots if any.

“I think I know what I want to try to do,” You touched the sides of his head just above his temple, “I want to do two small braids on the sides of your head, but I want the topmost part of your hair not to be braided.”

“Let’s try it!” He explained how you needed to part the hair and how to get started. You had his head lying against your thigh in an admittedly awkward and uncomfortable position, but he was quite the trooper. You had to restart the first braid three times but, in the end, he talked you through it and you tied it off with a bead.

“How did you learn to braid so well” you asked, struggling to grip all the pieces of the second braid properly and not pull the strands out of his head.

“My mother was insistent I learned. She knew my brother would have no trouble learning this facet of courting, but she feared I would spend all my time shooting arrows and never learn how to properly court girls.” He talked fondly of the memories, “So one summer when I was about to come of age, I came home from running amuck every day and she’d sit me down at her tapestry’s and make me braid the tassels that ran around the border.”

“Were you any good?” You asked curiously.

“Oh yes, I was very good! For a while, I was even better than Fili!” He was very proud of that.

“Why did he get better than you? Lean forward please,” you politely asked.

“He’s quite the lady’s man, so he had plenty of girls to practice on,” Kili sounded like that brought up memories that weren’t very pleasant. You finished the second braid with a bead like the first.

“Lay your head down for me again” You softly asked, gingerly guiding his head to lay against your other thigh, “Awe, baby Kili didn’t get any coochie did he” You fake pouted to tease him, gently scratching his scalp absentmindedly while you rested your neck for a moment. He liked it, more than he’d care to admit. “I’m in the same boat I’m afraid” You parted the other side of his hair.

“Oh? How so?” He was very surprised by this, “I’d have thought men were practically throwing themselves at you.” This made you laugh and blush.

“I’m awfully flattered you think that highly of me…” You took a moment to focus on a particularly difficult part, “But men from my world didn’t talk to me.”

“I find that completely unbelievable.” He was floored by this.

“I’m serious! I was never asked out on a date and the few times I asked for someone’s number they turned out to be self-centered losers with a ton of issues” You hated how much time you’d wasted on them. He couldn’t wrap his head around that and had to hold his tongue from proclaiming his thoughts of your perfection.

He turned to look at you despite your protests, “Then they are truly blind,” He couldn’t have been more sincere. His eyes blazed in the firelight with a mix of ferocity and sadness on your behalf.

“Thank you, Kee,” You smiled at him. He assumed his previous position so you could end the braid with a bead like the two before and then started on the last one, “And those silly girls are truly blind as well.” You wanted to kiss his slightly flushed cheek.

You were both in your own little world, where the troubles of the outside couldn’t get to you…or the onlookers and peanut gallery for that matter. Gandalf had moved to sit with the company who had been watching from across the fire on the other side of the log since Kili finished your first braid. They couldn’t quite hear your conversation, but they knew their beloved Kili was having the time of his life.

Fili was very proud of his brother. He talked about you all the time, was looking at you all the time; the man was whipped. Fili had to hear about you the entire time he was bathing, poor thing, and he finally got fed up with his brother not making a move.

“Kili, just ask to braid her hair for god’s sake” Fili huffed while he waited for his brother to finish in the river. Kili’s eyes lit up like a forge with the breath from bellows, and his face flushed like he did when he hammered out a new blade.

“I think I will,” Kili nodded, distracted by thoughts of engaging in such an informal and somewhat intimate act.

Thorin was very pleased you were trying to repay his nephew’s advances in equal measure. He’d seen the poor boy flounder with crushes in the past as he tended to be immature, and girls mistook that for uncaring and unable to provide. Something about you brought out the best in his nephew though, he’d never seen him act so mature, for this Thorin was willing to stay some of his distrust and pessimistic opinions about outsiders, at the very least about you.

By the time you finished the last braid, Kili had made himself very comfortable against your leg, with his arm wrapped around your calf, fidgeting with the laces of your boot. He looked so tranquil you hesitated to tell him you’d finished, not ready to leave the sanctuary you were in. You leaned back against your hand while you stared into the fire and gently scratched the nape of his neck.

He hummed half asleep, “Mmm that feels good,” His words were a little slurred, but it made him all the cuter.

You stayed like that till your bottom began to protest the hard rock beneath you. He was right on the cusp of sleep when you shook your leg beneath him, gentle with guilt.

“Kili, I gotta get up,” You softly tried to rouse him. He hummed in protest. “Besides, don’t you want to know how the braids turned out?” You admired your work with pride.

He sat up and stretched to wake his muscles then ran a hand over his new braids, “Wow Y/N! These are so good!” He looked back at you impressed, “You picked up on that fast!”

“Thanks, Kee!” You blushed as you ran a hand over the intricate lines in your hair, “They aren’t half as good as yours, but I think I did great for my first time” You smiled, pleased with yourself.

“Come show us!” someone from the log called, followed by various iterations of the same thing from others. Ever supportive, they were eager to see what you’d both made.

Kili stood and you followed him to the log. You turned so he could show off his creation. The dwarves were very impressed, a few coming up to inspect closer. When Kili turned to show your work, the company was even more impressed given it was your first time.

“Next time you’ll have to make beads for her, Kee” Fili teased making him and Bofur laugh at how Kili blushed.

“Make beads? What does that mean?” You asked the group in confusion.

“You’ll understand when the time comes,” Thorin said in an uncharacteristically happy tone. “For now, we shall rest” With that everyone began prepping their bedding for the night.

You laid your bed roll beside Kili’s like usual, but Bombur reminded you to clean the dishes before they were put away. Gandalf accompanied you so you could see with the light of his staff. Everyone was asleep when you returned to camp, except Thorin who was on watch.

When you sat on your bedroll, which was naturally next to Kili’s, he looked up at you, barely awake with a dopey smile.

“You look so pretty,” he said quietly, drawing out the last syllable of pretty. Red bloomed over your cheeks and down your neck. He loved your hair like that, he loved it even more that he was the one who did it.

“Go to sleep, Kee,” You whispered so you didn’t wake the others, but couldn’t help but smile as you lay on your bedroll next to him.

“But then I can’t look at you” He pouted, quite distraught about this revelation in his sleepy daze.

“Well, no, I suppose you can’t…” You nibbled your bottom lip as you thought of a solution, “Would holding hands appease you, sleepy prince?” you asked and held out the hand that wasn’t cuddling your coat to your chest. He was too out of it to catch your nickname for him. He nodded and held your hand in his, making both your hearts beat just a little faster.

You closed your eyes and rubbed your face against your coat to find a comfortable position. You could feel his eyes on you.

You opened your eyes to see him staring directly at you, “Good night, Kili” you said in a strong nonnegotiable tone.

He hummed and smiled and closed his eyes, “Good night, Y/N.”

~~~

Kili felt your hand grow tighter around his, drawing him from sleep. Then he felt you pulling against it like you were trying to alert him to danger in the camp without making a sound. He opened his eyes ready for war and saw no danger. He looked at you confused but realized you weren’t awake. You were whimpering and mumbling as your head thrashed from side to side.

‘She’s having a nightmare’ he quickly thought. He squeezed your hand and gently shook it.

“Y/N” He tried not to let his worry raise the volume of his voice, “Wake up.”

You didn’t respond, your mumbles turned into clear pleas for help, making him fret even more.

“Y/N!” He shook your shoulder vehemently, “You need to wake up” He had an urgency in his voice. You feebly fought against his hold on your shoulder.

“Please!” you gasped, still breaking from the nightmare when you opened your eyes, “No, please let go!” You begged and continued to push against his hand with tears in your eyes, not knowing who he was while sleep still clouded your vision and mind.

“Y/N, Y/N look at me” he moved his hand from your shoulder to the side of your neck and cheek to call your attention to him, “It was just a dream, you’re safe now.” When you met his eyes, he recognized just how rattled you were.

You were breathing rapidly, and tears were making your eyelashes sparkle in the firelight. He could feel your rapid heartbeat where his hand laid over your pulse point. He could tell you were beginning to wake up because you softly uttered his name and the hand that was fighting his on your neck gently wrapped around his wrist.

“You’re safe, I promise,” His eyebrows were pinched together in worry. You nodded and took a deep breath to try to keep the tears away. It’d been a very long time since you’d had a nightmare that bad.

Kili pulled your bedroll closer to his, “Come here,” He gave you a hug to comfort you, “Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked when you pulled back from the hug too look at him. You laid your head on his upper arm and kept your cuddle coat close to your chest.

“I-I was in a forest at night and there were goblins and orcs and Wargs coming to attack me and-” You were talking quickly, the bad dream still too real, “and I was all alone and I couldn’t defend myself…” You trailed off, the waver in your voice making it hard to talk. “I was so scared, Kili,” You tried to curl into yourself.

“Hey hey hey, look at me” He held the side of your face again, “You’re safe,” he said. You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d never let anything happen to you, aye?” He promoted you to get you out of your head. You took another deep breath and nodded.

“I’m ok” you repeated “I’m ok.”

“Yes, there ya go!” He nodded, relieved you were coming around. His thumb swept over your cheek to wipe a tear. You took a few minutes to calm down. Kili was falling asleep, but he needed to know you were going to be ok.

“Thank you, Kee,” you said, your whispered voice no longer shaking with fear, he gave a hearty nod in reply before he yawned. His arm was going numb where your head was lying on it, but it was worth it when you rubbed your face against it to get comfortable as you did in that way, which he found utterly adorable. You appreciated the physical comfort you would have never had in your world.

“I’ll teach you how to fight tomorrow” he whispered over a yawn, his eyelids getting heavy again. He moved his hand from your neck to hang over your waist. He wanted to pull you into him, so you’d feel protected on all sides, not for any other selfish deeply personal reasons of course, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“I’d like that very much,” you smiled and watched as he fell back asleep, not snoring but breathing heavily in that way which you found so adorable. You felt safe with his hand on your waist and fell asleep not long after him with thoughts of training together dancing behind your eyes.

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