#fili nods along behind him

[cowboybeepboop]

The only one

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” “So it’s our dirty little secret then?”

Paring: Kili Durin x afab reader

Genre: romantic smut

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You’re Bilbo's adopted human daughter and he takes you along on the journey. Kili has his heart set on you and after getting involved in the fight he gets angry with you for putting yourself in a dangerous situation.

Warnings: public sex, arguing, jealous Kili, hickeys, p in v sex, hickeys??? Idk what else I always forget

a/n: I did not proofread and its lowkey a summary of the first movie? This is my first smut regarding anyone in the tolkien universe but I did write some sad fluff at some point lmao. Anyways, please like and send any requests if you want <3 tags go absolutely wild

You’ve been an adopted hobbit for the last 18 years of your life, Bilbo was always comforted in the known so when he brought you along with him and the dwarfs on their journey you were beyond surprised. Your presence was unexpected for everyone, except Gandalf of course, and most of the company was against your involvement. The dwarves saw you as frail and weak, the only one on your side was your dad, but of course he was.

Kili has kept an eye out for you since you joined the company, he makes sure you're safe and also just enjoys looking at you.

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When Elrond and his fellow elves come back the dwarves pull you and your father behind them and create a circle around you. You stay behind your Bilbo as the elves talk with Gandalf.

Upon your entrance to their dining room you look around with wonder, you sit down between Kili and your dad. “They're so beautiful,” you whisper to Bilbo, he nods with a gentle but awkward smile. Kili’s ears twitch as he looks around, his eyes narrow on an elf who has his eyes on you, he moves closer to you wrapping his arm around you.

“You think so?” Kili questions, his jaw clenching slightly, “I think us dwarves are better looking, stronger too.” he says pridefully, you chuckle in response.

“Is it a competition now?” you cock your head, “You’re very good looking too, Kili.” he smiles wide.

“Is that so? I am the best looking of all of the company, aside from Thorin of course.” you laugh, putting your hand on his arm.

“A bit full of yourself huh?” he shoves your shoulder gently in response. Kilis arms finds its way around your waist as he continues to glare at the elf who dared to look at you, who did he even think he was.

Gandalf, Bilbo, and Thorin wander off with Lord Elrond, leaving you with the dwarfs. You watch quietly, laughing with them and listening to their conversations before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Kili quietly sits next to you letting your head fall to his shoulder he smiles, covering you up with a blanket.

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After the company left the palace Thorin led everyone to the Misty Mountains, Kili keeps you in front of him. He insists that it’s better that way so if you fall he can catch you. As the rain picks up your feet slip under you, Kili and Fili grasp your arms quickly, pulling you back onto the ledge.

“Thank you,” you say softly as your eyes look over the ledge. Kili keeps a hold of your arm tightly as you all try to avoid the stone giant's blasts. The ground splits under your feet as the mountain takes shape as a giant, you grab onto the stone behind you before everyone begins to slide forward.

The stone giant slams into the mountain, throwing everyone off of it and onto the ground. Thorin yells for his nephews as the rest of the company runs over, Kili helps you up dusting your clothes off and checking to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere.

After all the commotion everyone settles into the cave, Bilbo pulls you off to the side and quietly talks to you, he tells you about his plan to leave once everyone is asleep. “Why dad? What's wrong?” you whisper to him.

“Thorin is right, we never should've left home, I’ve put you in danger and I can’t let anything else happen to you.” he sighs as he runs his hand through your hair, “It’s okay, we’ll be fine.” he smiles reassuringly.

You both gather all of your stuff and sneak out, he leads you by the hand. He pulls you behind him as he talks with Bofur, you stay quiet looking around the cave. You didn’t really want to leave the company, I mean they were becoming your friends, you enjoyed the company.

“Y/N?” Kili mumbles as he looks up at you, he yawns. “Where are you going?” You crouch down putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Go back to sleep Kili, you need your rest,” you smile sweetly.

The floor splits and you slip down with everyone, Bilbo gets away but you are guided off with the dwarves. Your eyes fill with terror as you look around, you take a hold of Kilis hand squeezing tight as the goblins push you all around. You cower behind him, holding onto his shirt tightly.

Once you get out the dwarves all argue over where your dad went, your head drops as you think that your dad couldn't possibly have left you all alone. He reappears and you rush over to hug him, his hands drop to your waist as he smiles.

“Y/N!” Kili and Bilbo yell at you as you try to defend the dwarves with your small blade; it goes into the center of the wargs head, and Kili grabs you and pulls you up to the tree with him. His hand wrapping around your waist as he holds you close.

“Don’t move,” Kili’s voice is angry as he demands you to stay put. His hands dig into your slides as you look below your feet. Kili’s hands slip away as they start to throw the pinecones, the tree begins to fall, you grasp onto the trunk as tight as you can. His hands wrap around the tree, his eyes focused on you.

As Thorin and your father begin to fight the orcs, your eyes squeeze shut tightly, you try to focus on anything but the attack of Thorin. Kili pulls you up and onto the ground, insisting you stay put as they go to fight. You look forward, clutching the blade you retrieved from the corpse tight. As all of the commotion ensues you feel yourself being picked up by an eagle.

Once you all are in a safe place you watch as Gandalf helps heal Thorin. You stand next to your dad, holding onto his arm, as Thorin goes in for a hug you let go of him and move back. Your eyes wander to Kili who turns his head in order to avoid eye contact with you.

As the company moves forward you come across an area close to a river, Gandalf suggests that you all take a break and bathe. You and Kili were the last to go, you were paired up at the recommendation of Fili.

Kili guides you to the river, holding his weapon close to his chest, he’s been giving you the silent treatment after you got in between a fight. “You can bathe here, I’ll keep watch.” his voice stern.

“Kili..” your voice trails off as you look at his back, trying to pull his attention to you.

“Y/N, just take your bath. It’s getting dark.” Kili’s tone is extremely cold. You pout your lips as you begin pulling your clothing off slowly, once you finish you slip into the cold water.

“You can turn back now,” you say softly before you dip all the way under the water, holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut. After a while you break the surface of the water sliding your hands over your face pulling the water back with your hair. Kili had turned around keeping his eyes on everything but you.

“Kili,” you wave him over, “come here, please.” you bite your lip as he gives you a bored expression.

“What is it?” he walks close to the bank of the river, his eyes scanning your face.

“Shouldn’t you join me? You're supposed to bathe as well,” he sighs, turning his back to you again.

“Fine, turn away.” he sets down his sword and strips quickly. You face the other way as he slips into the water with you.

“Kili, what is your problem?” you huff, spinning around with your arms crossed over your breasts.

“What do you mean?” his eyes are half closed as he looks at you with a slightly annoyed expression.

You move closer to him, “I mean, you’re acting so rude for no reason. You won’t look at me, you barely talk to me, you’re being so dumb” you glare at him, “So what is your problem?” he rolls his eyes at you.

“I don’t know maybe the fact that you threw yourself into harm's way? You could’ve gotten yourself killed,” he yells at you while running his hand through his hair.

“Calm down Kili,” you move close to him, putting your hand on his arm. “I didn’t expect you to get all worked up like this, I know I should have been more careful but I just wanted to help.” your eyebrows furrow as you look down.

His warm hands grasp your upper arms “You really worried me Y/N,” he presses his forehead against yours.

“You worried about me?” a sly smile paints itself on your lips, “does that mean you like me Kili?” your voice is soft and teasing. His ears turn a deep shade of crimson as he turns his head up.

“Y/N cut that out,” he puts his hand on the side of your neck, his eyes flick to your lips.

“Cut what out?” you wrap your arms around his neck pulling yourself close to him.

“You know what,” he clenches his jaw, your hands running down his back as you wrap your legs around his hips.

Kili pulls your face to his, hovering his lips over yours “Quit teasing me,” he whispers. Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, cradling it as you push your lips against his. His hands move to your waist, his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he hugs you tighter against him.

“Mahal,” he pulls away, pressing soft kisses down your face and onto your neck. You lean back letting his lips trail over your body, your nails scratch his scalp softly as you arch into him.

“Amrâlimê,” he whispers against your collarbone, “you’re driving me insane,” Kili groans. He grasps your face pulling you in for an intimate kiss, he’s getting more intense with his affections, his hands squeezing your hips roughly.

Your hand trails down his chest tracing every muscle on his stomach, he begins grinding against you while holding your hips against him. Pulling away from the kiss you gasp for air, leaning your head against his shoulder, you wrap your hands in his hair pulling it off to the side. Kissing his neck roughly you begin to leave soft marks on his flesh as he massages your ass.

“Y/N..” he mumbles into your ear, you moan softly as he picks you up, moving into shallow water. “Can we..?” his ears flush as he looks away, “I mean, would you mind?” you chuckle softly.

“Mhm,” you move your hips against his thigh, feeling him twitch underneath you. “But we’ll have to be quick..” you kiss his shoulder as his hands pull your hips up, he lines himself up with your hole, pushing the tip in.

“Let me know if it hurts,” he says gently, his hand finding its way to your neck grabbing ahold of it pulling your head back as you moan softly. He bucks his hips up into you, leaning forward you bury your face into his nape hugging him tight as you moan into his skin.

“My precious girl,” he groans as he slowly begins moving your hips up and down, his fingers digging into your soft skin, leaving red marks. You moan into his ear as you begin riding him, your arms wrap tight around his neck, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze around his dick.

Kili cradles your head against him, holding you as close as he can, thrusting up into you pushing as deep as he can. Your head falls onto his shoulder, he moves a hand down to your sensitive clit, rubbing circles into it.

“I’m so close,” you moan, Kili nods in response.

“Me too,” he groans, his hands exploring every part of your body as he pulls you into a passionate kiss.

“Hey, Y/N, Kili, hurry it up.” Fili yells to you, causing the both of you to jolt up. Kili pushes himself into you as deep as he can. You bite your lip as you cum around him, your hole pulsing.

Your back arches, silent gasps leaving your open mouth as you ride out your high. Your whole body seems to tense up causing Kili to groan while he cums deep inside you. He pulls you off of him giving you a sweet kiss.

“Now we really need to clean up, and fast.” He says lowly, his hands creep up from behind you gasping your sides as he pulls you into deeper water to rinse off. You sigh contently as he holds your body close to his.

After quickly cleaning yourselves up; you both get out, drying off before putting your clothes back on.

“Kili, you can’t tell anyone about this.” you bite your lip as you turn to him, his eyebrows furrow. “Bilbo might actually get so mad he tries to kill you,” you giggle softly as his face relaxes.

“So it’s our dirty little secret then?” coming close to you he wraps his arms around your neck giving you a deep kiss. “But we will get to tell everyone later, right?” he pulls back, eyes scanning yours.

“Yes, Kili,” you kiss the tip of his nose, hands resting on his shoulders, “but let's wait it out for a bit, okay?” he smiles in response.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Fili/Kili x sister!reader - unlikely bonds

Hey, I really want to request a Fili + Kili x sister reader however I know there aren’t female dwarfs, so maybe they come across a young elf who is stranded in the middle of nowhere. They take her in and plan to return her to her kind, however along the way they grow very close. Perhaps they never find her family, and so they try and find someone who will take her on however she doesn’t want to leave them. - Anon💜

A/N: italics will be elvish

If there was one thing you had learned being in the middle of nowhere it was not to trust anybody you came across.

So, when a small group of travellers stumbled across you, you were quick to ready your weapon, and they did the same thing.

“By the time you get near me I’ll shoot you all down where you stand.” You sneered.

The tallest of the group raised his hands.

“We mean you no harm, we are just travelling.”

“I do not care, go around.”

“We cant. The passage on the other side of the mountain is full of danger, it is not safe for anybody to go that way.”

You narrowed your eyes a little bit, shooting an arrow at the foot of a blond dwarf who attempted to move closer to you.

“It is not safe for a young elf to be out here in her own either, do you have company?” The taller one asked.

“It is none of your business.”

He smiled a little.

“Perhaps not, but I worry about leaving you behind. Perhaps we can accompany you to the nearest village?”

You stared at him in shock.

“You understand me?”

“Oh very well, I good friend of my taught me the language. Perhaps you know of Lord Elrond?”

You nodded.

“I do, many of the elves do. He was very well known in our small village. Who are you?”

“Where are my manners? I am Gandalf.”

“I see, I recognise your name, and I know of your quest.”

Gandalf smiled to you.

“So will you allow us to escort you safely to a village?”

You had heard stories of the wizard, and of his recent adventure with the dwarves and the halfling.

Though the idea of travelling with dwarfs didn’t appeal to you, you knew it was safer than trying to travel on your own with no map and little food.

So you nodded.

“Yes.”

“Wonderful, let us get aquatinted.”

You realised how much you didn’t get along with dwarves and why elves and dwarves didn’t get along.

While you were clean and organised and polite, they were messy, chaotic and at the best of times rude.

But it was the two younger dwarves who caught you attention, they were nosy of course, but they did their best to respect you and stayed away from you when eating or when you were taking a few moments to relax.

But of course they couldn’t fully stay away, they just wanted to be friends.

“Come on, surely you can tell us something about your village.” Fili said.

“Exactly, what was it like? Where is it?” Kili asked next.

Glancing at the two smaller men next to you, you went back to eating your dinner.

“I cannot tell you where it is, and there is not much to say about it. It was a small village hidden away so we could live in peace.”

“Is it like Rivendell?” Fili asked.

You shook your head.

“Nowhere near as elegant. While Rivendell hides in the mountains, and Mirkwood in the forests, my village preferred between two raging rivers where people could not cross and plants were plenty.”

“Well how did you get there?” Kili asked.

“Leave the lass alone.” Balin scolded.

He gave you a small smile and rounded the two young dwarves away from you so you could eat.

It was like a routine, they would sneak away to join you but eventually get dragged back by one of the others.

And soon enough you grew used to their company, and enjoyed having them around.

Before you knew it you had been travelling with them for a while, and Fili and Kiki had adopted you as their own.

“What if we take you to a nearby elf village and see if one of them can look after you?” Thorin asked.

“The nearest one is too far from your mountain, you needn’t trouble yourself.”

“Do you not wish to return home?” Dwalin asked.

“Of course I do, but my village is long gone, I do not know where my family is. I do not mind travelling with you all.”

“It is nice having somebody to talk to.” Bilbo smiled.

“If we take a detour we may never make it in time.” Fili said.

“Which is why I will carry on travelling with you.”

The dwarves seemed conflicted.

“I don’t understand what the issue is.” Bilbo whispered.

You knelt down next to him.

“It is because compared to many of my kind I am young, not quite an adult, not quite a child. They do not want to travel with somebody so young, even though I am in fact around the same age as most of them.”

Bilbo nodded a little bit.

“It’s just not safe, we don’t want to put you in danger.” Kili mumbled.

You smiled at him.

“My brother, I will be okay.”

Thorin looked at you.

“When we pass the next town we will find somebody there to take you in for the meantime.”

You sighed.

You couldn’t protest with the dwarf king, it was not your place.

So you simply accepted it and made the most of the time you had with the group.

Stopping at a town, Thorin began going from door to door, asking people if they would be willing to house you.

“You will stay here where you will be safe.” Fili said.

You narrowed your eyes.

“I will follow you.”

“You can’t, Thorin as spoken. You are to stay here (Y/N).” Fili sighed.

You shook your head.

“Yes he may have spoken about me travelling with you, but not about me travelling alone.”

Kili grinned a little.

“She has a point, he never said she wasn’t able to travel by herself. Perhaps she just happens to be going the same way.”

“You know he will disapprove!” Fili hissed.

“He would never see me!” You whispered.

Fili looked at you.

“Do not encourage this!”

You frowned a little.

“I do not want to leave you to do this alone…”

The dwarf sighed, sitting next to you but the fountain.

“I know, we do not want to leave you either, but this was we can assure you are safe.”

You glanced at him.

“I cannot assure you are safe though, so I must come with you. Perhaps I will never find my family again, perhaps I will, but you two have become my family, and I cannot let you leave like I did the others.”

You stood up, looking at them both.

“Whether you go with or without me, I will still follow you there. I will make my way to that mountain myself if I must.”

They both smiled at you, getting up to hug you, and you hugged them back tightly.

“We will talk Thorin around.” Fili whispered.

Because truth be told, they would stay if you couldn’t go with them.

You were their best friend, their sister, and they needed to make sure that you were okay as well

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[luna-redamancy]

Hey could I have a Kili x Reader where the reader is someone Gandalf recruited early on the adventure. She spends all her time in the woods and can even converse with animals as well as being an adept hunter and survivalist? Kili just becomes infatuated then and there

Hello!! I'm so sorry this took so long to complete, but I hope you enjoy:

“I thought you said you had another person attending, Gandalf, your apprentice?” Thorin’s words floated above the murmur of the company members as they feasted on poor Bilbo’s pantry. 

“I do, however, unfortunately, they were caught up in other matters. Do not fret, Thorin, they will meet us along the way.” 

“What matters were so important to have missed a vital meeting before we set off on this journey?” Thorin’s tone was criticizing as he imagined a young lad trying to drink himself into a stupor- 

“Medical ones,” Gandalf’s cheery disposition turned into a frown as he gazed upon the dwarf. 

“They are providing medical guidance for a town riddled with disease. I say a sobbing child with a fever needs their attention more than a group of rowdy, but otherwise healthy, dwarves.” 

“My apologies,” Thorin tilted his head to Gandalf who responded in kind. 

“I know you are anxious to meet the final member of your Company, Thorin, trust me when I say everything will fall together- in due time.” 

And that was the last they discussed the missing apprentice, your absence not being brought up again. 

The next morning, after a night of feasting and somber singing, the Company set out on their journey. 

The trees were lush and soon the rolling hills of the Shire had all but disappeared behind the horizon. Coin was shared upon the arrival of Bilbo, but the final member of the Company had still yet to arrive. 

“Gandalf,” Thorin addressed as he fell to the middle of the line where Gandalf was atop of his horse. 

“Do you know when your apprentice will be arriving?” 

“I would say–”

“Right now,” You called out, popping up next to Gandalf as you stared at the bird in your hand. It was a small old-world sparrow, happily chirping as you nodded. 

“You are-” Kili almost interrupted, the Company now halted as they stared at you awaiting introduction. 

“One moment,” You held up a finger, keeping your gaze trained on the bird, pausing in your steps. 

“Thank you,” You said after a moment, smiling at the small creature. You watched as the bird then took off, flying into the trees. 

“You’re Gandalf’s apprentice?” Balin tried this time, your gaze returning to the Company. 

“Yes, I am,” You bowed your head, “My name is (Y/n),” You greeted, your grin widening as each dwarf gave their name. 

“And you?” You stared at Kili who seemed to be starstruck, eyes wide and round as the wind shifted the leaves of the trees, making the sunlight highlight different areas of your face. Dipped in golden light. 

Fili chuckled, turning into a cough as Kili elbowed him harshly in the gut. “Kili, at your service,” he bowed his head. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet all of you,” You turned to Gandalf, “There may be trouble along the old road,” You explained, “The sparrows have seen trolls taking livestock from farmers, they recommend to stay away.”

“Sparrows?” Bilbo questioned and before you could explain, Gandalf was quick to boast. 

“(Y/n) holds many abilities, but one of them is animal conversing, birds are her favorite.”

“They know so much,” You shrugged, as the company resumed traveling. Walking alongside Gandalf, you failed to notice the eyes trained on your form and drinking in your appearance. 

“Also, they say the population of rabbits has increased, especially towards the winding trees further north, we’re likely to be able to catch a few for supper come time to set up camp,” You were already planning your hunt in your head.

Kili felt like he was going to swoon. He was most certainly in deep, and you’ve only said a few sentences. 

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Voyage into the Unknown Pt.6

Master List Pt.5 - Pt.6 - Pt.7

Many more days pass, riding across fields and forest, through little valleys and rivers, up and down hills, in rain and sun. And during that time, I have only grown closer to Kili.  Not forgetting Bilbo, and Fili. Their company is the only thing keeping me sane as the older men continuously thwart any attempt of mine at helping. I feel stir-crazy as the days melt together, with nothing productive to do except talk, ride, and train at sword fight with Fili until dusk. 

The company rides up a grassy hill laying at the bottom of a tall cliff-face, large boulders scattered along the way. At the top, the ruins of an abandoned house lay. Thorin rides up to it “We’ll camp her for the night” He says, Gandalf already wandering around, inspecting the house. “Fili, Kili, look after the ponies. Make sure you stay with them” he says to his nephews. Hoping off my horse I hand Kili the reins, and take my pack down “I suppose I won't be training with your brother tonight then” I swing my now very heavy bag on my back. “Well you can always watch the ponies with us, keep us company” I look over at Thorin who seems to be arguing with Gandalf in the ruined house “I’m not sure that he’s in the mood for suggestions right now, plus I think he’d say I’m ‘too distracting’” I mock Thorins’ deeper voice. Kili chuckles “You’re probably right”. “I’m definitely right,” I nod, pursing my lips. “And how do you know that?” he asks, “Because I’m a woman, and I know everything” we laugh together, Kili nodding along until a loud outraged voice interrupts us “Myself, Mr.Baggins!” Gandalf storms past us “I’ve had enough of dwarves for one day” I hear him mutter to himself as he wanders off into the wild. “Come on, Bomber, we’re hungry” Thorin calls over. The company whispers to one another “Where do you think he’s going?” I turn to Kili in concern, “Probably just off for a smoke, maybe a bath” He shrugs, not caring that the powerful being has essentially left us until further notice. Anxiety begins to creep into my mind, making me feel restless. Kili wanders off with his brother taking the ponies with him. 

Settling in for the night, Bofur fills up peoples’ bowls with the thick stew. I get up and hop in line for seconds, behind Bomber, who patiently waits for his turn. Bilbo fidgets, walking back and forth “He’s been a long time” He stomps over, “Who?” Bofur asks, “Gandalf” Bilbo stresses, Bofur scoffs “He’s a Wizard. He does as he chooses. Here, do us a favour. Take these to the lads” He hands over two bowls to Bilbo who didn’t really want to help out. Bomber sneaking the ladle for his fourth serving, tries to sip straight out the spoon “Stop it. You’ve had plenty” Bofur chides him, wrestling the ladle from him. “Let him eat if he’s hungry” I say, frowning at Bofur. The two turn to look at me, Bomber smiling under his thick braided beard, and Bofur shaking his head “Don’t start down that road lass, he’ll eat you out of house and home” He wags his finger. I roll my eyes at his antics “He’s not a bottomless pit”. Bofur laughs and whacks Bombers fat belly “He’ll eat a whole cheese wheel and then some lass” the two dwarves laugh, Bomber looking quite proud of himself. “Bullshit” I say, causing the two to chortle louder “Language lass! Bombers appetite is something to behold” he exclaims. I uh huh them, taking the ladle and pouring a scoop into my bowl “I’ll believe it when I see it mate” “Well, maybe one day you’ll have to experience a true dwarvish feast, that’s where the real action happens” He winks and I laugh “I suppose I’ll have to then aye” He nods with a chuckle as I turn away, and walk around the socialising men to find a quiet spot to sit and enjoy my meal. 

The wind is nice and cool after a long hot day of horse riding, my legs ache deeply, my heart aching also. Homesickness isn’t something I thought I would be feeling. But here I am, sadly sipping my stew, longing for my daily, or even weekly routine. Opening up the studio in the early morning, working away at my latest collection of paintings until noon, where I would then go and help teach at the local dojo to the juniors class. Some may think my schedule was repetitive or boring, but I really enjoyed the normality and structure. Always buying a vanilla iced chai from the bakery next door, possibly a mini pizza or pasty. Always passing by the same calico street cat, sitting on the town statue down the front most street, waiting for pets or food offerings. I had always thought her name was Fatty or Big Bess, Bessie for short. But I’ve heard other suggestions like Spot or Tiger, or more suitable ones for her weight like Jabba or Big girl.

I sniffle, face heating up at the thought of home. Taking a deep breath to settle my heart, I barely notice Balin walking over “You alright lass?” I jump, his voice surprising me, “Yeah just missing home, you know” I continue to sip on my now cold soup. “Aye I know that feeling well” He sits down on a rock beside me “Sometimes it helps to talk of it” He smiles warmly at me “Tell me about it hay?”. I sigh “I was actually thinking of a fat street cat” I laugh sadly and he chuckles “Not thinking of family?” He jokes. I smile strained at him “No, I don’t have any family left” stir my soup aimlessly. “I’m sorry lass, I didn’t mean anything by it” He apologises quickly “Nah it’s all good mate, they died a long time ago” I stare out over the dark valley, clouds rolling over the hills. “How’d they pass?” He asks quietly, “My mother died of- uh a brain illness, and my father died from- overindulgence in substance” I say before sculling the last of cold stew in one gulp. “I’m sorry lass, sometimes terrible things occur and all we can do is hold out, in hope of a better day” He leans over and pats my shoulder in a very fatherly way, causing my eyes to water “Thank you” I whisper. 

The moment of solemn silence between us is broken by two princes rushing through the brush shouting “Thorin! Mountain trolls have snatched the ponies!” they shout alerting the company “Bilbo went ahead to try and release them, we don’t know how long he’ll last” Fear strikes my body ‘Shits’ just gotten real’ I think scared as the men grab their weapons, preparing for a fight ‘What the fuck is a mountain troll?’ I place my hand on my sheathed sword. I've never had to use this in an actual fight before, let alone aim to kill someone. Balin places his hand on mine “Stay here lass, if we don’t return, run like the wind and find Gandalf”. I nod shamefully, knowing I won’t be of much use. As the men march off to battle, the princes leading the way, a deafening silence washes over the camp. My anxiety spiking through the roof, ‘When am I supposed to run?’ ‘Where am I supposed to go’ and most nerve-wracking ‘What if they need help?’ I jitter and buzz with adrenaline, pacing around the camp. “How about I just go and check it out? Yeah, then if they need help I’ll- do- something” I hype myself up. Pulling out my machete from my pack, I jog into the woods, making sure to keep low. A bright glow lights up the forest ‘How did we not notice them?’. I creep up to the light and hide in a bush at the top of the mound, overlooking their camp. In the centre of the clearing a large bonfire is lit, with some of the dwarves spit-roasting over it. Three giant, ugly, ‘mountain trolls’ stand around arguing with Bilbo about how they're going to cook the company, before one of them picks up Bomber and dangles him over his mouth. Sliding on my belly, down the mound and through the brush, I sneak up behind Thorin who lays closest, and grab the rope tying his sack closed. Thorin jumps at the touch before I shush him, working on cutting him free.

“Oh, not that one. He’s infected.” The troll turns to look at him “Huh?” “You what?” they ask outraged. “Yeah, he’s got worms in his- tubes” Bilbo makes something up quickly, and to my surprise the troll toss Bomber back on the pile with a loud “Eww!”. “In fact, they all have. They're infested with parasites. It’s a terrible business and I wouldn't risk it. I really wouldn’t” He tries to convince them. 

Their conversation about parasites drift into the background as I focus on cutting though this stupidly thick rope, with my stupidly small pocket knife. Finally cutting it, I pull the cord loose from around Thorin's neck, and attempt to grasp the back of Thorin's shirt and pull him up. However he’s much heavier than I expected, and I struggle to pull him even an inch up into the scrub. “Come here you!” one of the trolls exclaims before I am suddenly lifted up by my leg. “Oi look Tom, look what I've got” He proudly waves me in the air, ragdolling me, to the other trolls. “Put her down!” “Leave the lass alone!” the company shouts angrily. The troll brings me to his face and gives me a long sniff. “Mmmh man-flesh” he says, rancid breath wafting over my face causing me to dry-heave upside-down “And it’s a female” he says excitedly. “Taste better than the males” He raises me high above his face causing me to shout out in fear and wriggle furiously in his grip, kicking and punching his hand “Put me down you fat ugly cunt!” I scream at him causing him to crack up laughing. “Do you ‘ear that Will? This ones’ got fight in it” He shakes me around violently, ceasing my wriggling. 

“The dawn will take you all!” Gandalf’s voice bellows over the commotion. “Who’s that?” “No idea.” “Can we eat him too?” the trolls ask before Gandalf strikes the stone he stands on, breaking it in half and allowing the morning light to cascade over the trolls. They retract, groaning in pain as they quickly turn to stone. The company cheers joyfully “Oh, get your foot out of my back” Dwalin complains from the spit-roast. Still hanging upside-down in the dead troll's grip, the blood really begins to rush to my head. “A little help anyone” I mutter weakly as my vision begins to spot. “Just hold on lass we’ll get you down” someone yells.

Eventually, after they had saved themselves, the dwarves managed to get me on the ground again. “You could’ve sustained serious injury, have you no care for yourself?” Thorin hisses as he marches over. Tired and nauseous, I lay flat on the dewy grass, without saying a word in response. I groan in discomfort, being shook around like that has really pulled everything out of place. “Do you have nothing to say for yourself?” He scoffs. “Yeah, I do have something to say actually. Sod off!” I bark back at him before covering my eyes with my arm, a headache slowly creeps up my neck. Balin interrupts Thorin by saying something in Khazdul, causing him to back off in a huff. Thorin then goes to harass Gandalf leaving Balin to tend to my wounds.

Master List Pt.5 - Pt.6 - Pt.7

#fili and kili #kili durin #kili x reader #the company of thorin oakenshield #the company x reader #the hobbit #thorin

[shirefantasies]

Silly Ol’ Bear- Bombur x F!Dwarrow!Reader

As always with me it’s Ur Clan hours & my mind is full of fluff of my muses 😌 I can’t get over the popular fanon/actors’ headcanon about our boi having like 13 or 14 kids- he’s such a family man ok??? Note: in this time period they’re the equivalent of late teenagers!

You are peacefully crossing the house you visited, soles of your shoes tapping lightly upon wooden floors, when like little firecrackers two small shapes barreled toward you.

“Run!” A small voice called.

“Run,” the other agreed, “the bear is after us!”

Crowding about your skirts were none other than Fili and Kili, Dis’s young sons. You couldn’t help but smile and reach out to pat their wee heads- young as they were, they had little memory of Erebor’s evacuation. Childhood ease still shone in the princes’ eyes. While you yourself had not dwelt in the Lonely Mountain, some extended relatives had, thus your visit and that of some other dwarves from the Blue Mountains.

“You’re being chased by a bear?” You played along with the boys, still smiling through your feigned serious tone.

“Oh, yes, he’s big and ferocious and-”

“Raaaah!” Before Kili could even finish, a playful roar echoed through the room. “I’ll catch you both yet!”

Squealing, the boys hid further behind your skirts, Kili even trying to get beneath them as you jumped, shaking your head. They were but little ones, after all.

The bear in question was none other than your dear friend Bombur. He, too, was visiting the settlement, and you thought you’d heard Dis task him with watching the boys. He was the younger brother in his family, so you couldn’t help wondering at that how he was with wee dwarves.

And, it seemed, you were getting your answer. With giggles of protest, Fili was scooped up into your fiery-haired friend’s arms and held prisoner, though quite gently, you noticed. Kili called out small protests from some layer or another of your dress.

“Are you going to eat me, Mr. Bear?” Fili asked as he squirmed in Bombur’s arms, his little brown fur coat making him resemble something of a bear cub himself.

“Oh, no,” the broad dwarf replied slowly, shaking his head as his cheeky smile grew, “I’m going to put ya in my stew first, then I’ll eat ya!”

“Not when I am here!” Kili shouted, finally ducking back out of your dress and running forth as he produced a wooden sword. “My brother is no stew!”

The dark-haired brother leapt forward, all but knocking Bombur and Fili over as they rolled around and roughhoused, your friend clearly letting the boys be the victors as Kili slashed the air above his neck.

“I cut off your head!” He shouted with wicked, boyish glee.

“No,” Bombur called, voice weakening with every syllable, “no prince stew for me! Nooooo…”

Laying his head down dramatically and sticking his tongue out, Bombur ‘perished’ as the lads cheered. Shaking your head with amusement, you caught the way he winked at you, flushed a bit.

When Bombur stood up, he took the young princes with him, one hanging off of each arm as if a reminder of his strength. As they dangled, you reached over to your friend, taking his shoulders and starting him in a spin that had the little ones cheering again. Shortly after that, though, key turned in lock and the lads went back off with their mother who had returned from the market with their favorite iced buns, leaving you and your dear friend on your own again by the home’s flickering hearth. You peered at Bombur with a smile.

“What?” He looked genuinely puzzled.

“Didn’t know you were so good with little ones until now. Guess I’ve never seen you them before,” you told him.

“Aye,” he nodded, glancing down a bit, “I’ve always loved ‘em.”

“You must be looking forward to having your own once we reach age, huh?” The two of you were the same age, born mere months apart, and that alone had drawn your mothers together before you’d even realized it had done the same for you. Both you and Bombur would become adults soon enough, of the age to start contemplating if you’d like to marry.

“Of course I am,” he lit up, blue-grey eyes glistening, “I want my own little army!”

You could see it. As good as he was with Fili and Kili, why not more?

“What’s an army,” you asked, amused, “a dozen?”

“A baker’s dozen!” Bombur countered, grinning.

“Thirteen?” Lightly you smacked his arm, to which he just smiled sheepishly. “You silly ol’ bear!”

By Mahal, he really was serious about this. Then again… you pictured twins, two tiny versions of the broad dwarf, maybe another set, one with hair his vibrant shade of red…and maybe one with a color more like yours… perhaps a couple little dwarrowdams if you were lucky…

You shook your head, feeling quite warm as your friend’s voice speaking your name cut through your reverie. Like it or not, you really had fallen for him.

“What about you?”

The images you’d just seen flickered through your mind again like the inviting fireglow reflected off of his eyes, dancing across your mind alongside the contented beat of your heart.

“I think I’d like a big family, too, you answered almost reflexively. Even if you’d never thought about it before, it was like a switch went off, gears turning in your mind.

“Well,” Bombur replied, smiling much more softly that time, “that makes me happy.”

For some years you’d wondered at his words and their purpose. Wondered, hoped, imagined this and that time and time again, until the day he called you his One, asked you to become his wife because he couldn’t imagine bringing up that baker’s dozen with anyone else.

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit headcanons #bombur #bombur x reader #bombur x female reader #female reader #dwarrow reader #fluff

[justjbeboriginalo]

Don't Die This Time

Kili Fanfic

Kili meets a girl who has to go along on their quest on Gandalf's request. The girl captures his attention from the first time they meet and they grow to love each other over the course of the quest.

Pairing: Kili x OC female who can control nature

Chapter 5: Pain Part 1

Warnings: Death (Orcs)

Gaia stumbles around, unable to stay upright. A heavy fog pushes down on her and she struggles to breathe. As she falls to her knees, her hands shoot out to the ground. She searches for something to hold onto. A disgruntled voice booms through her ears and her head snaps up. A familiar figure floats to her, surrounded by a darkness that follows it.

Sauron.

Gaia jerks awake which causes her to slip down the rock she was seated on. She rubs her face and lets out a groan. She hates being in the Mirkwoods. The sickness that lies upon this forest is similar to one she is already familiar with.

The Necromancer at Dol Guldur might be more than what she is prepared for at the moment.

“I already told you- “

“Shut up, I already told you that we need to go around. The road will be there. Not here,” Ori shouts at Dwalin, “you daft dwarf.”

“Don’t you dare- “

Gaia pushes her hands to her ears, cutting off the foul comments of the fighting dwarves. They have been at each other’s throats since they lost the road.

She told them that she could locate the road, but none of them listened to her. They have been shouting and cursing at each other for who knows how long.

Her eyes search for Thorin in the fighting crowd, but he is not part of the crowd. He is standing a few steps away from them, staring at nothing in the distance. Why has he not put a stop to this fighting?

Sauron.

Gaia shakes her head, trying to rid the memories from her thoughts. Why, of all places, does she have to remember her past in this forsaken place?

She turns her attention to the dwarves and catches Bilbo trying to break up the fight, but he fails to succeed.

An elbow shoots out which hits Bilbo’s head and he falls to the ground. The dwarves continue their fighting, sending trampling feet in Bilbo’s direction.

She shoots up and hurries to stop them from squashing Bilbo.

“Oi, stop it,” she shouts, making her way hurriedly to Bilbo. They ignore her and this causes her blood to boil.

“Stop it,” she shouts again. This time, her words are accompanied by a strong wind which sends the dwarves flying in different directions.

She crouches next to Bilbo, inspecting whether he got hurt in the process. Bilbo gestures that he is fine and she stands up.

The dwarves are spread out on the forest floor, groaning and grunting.

Gaia grabs a loose vine from a nearby tree and rushes to the closest dwarf, Dwalin. She wraps the vine around his middle while she helps him up.

“What was that for?” Bifur asks, trying to stand up. Gaia kicks his legs from under him when she passes him, making her way to Balin.

“This forest has you lot fighting. This is exactly what Gandalf warned us about, but do you listen? Do you ever listen?” Gaia asks, more of a rhetorical question.

She wraps the vine around Dori, Nori, and Ori before stopping next to Bifur.

“We- “

“No, shut up. I do not care about your silly excuses. Save me from the stubbornness of dwarves,” she mutters as she wraps Bofur and Bombur. “You have lost a lot of time in this cursed forest. I will not stand by and watch you fail this quest because you act like children.” She wraps the vine around Dwalin and Balin.

“Gaia is right,” Thorin interjects, “We have been wasting our time here. You all know we only have one chance.”

Gaia stops from wrapping the vine around Fili and Kili, bowing her head to Thorin to show her support.

“So, get in line,” Thorin orders the remaining dwarves. They all scramble to get in line behind Fili and Kili.

“You know how to get back on the road, right?” Kili asks in a whisper. Gaia nods, finishing wrapping him. “Do you need any support?”

“No, but thank you. Just keep them under control,” she whispers with a wink to Kili. He flashes a smile and bows his head.

After Gaia has finished wrapping the vine around the remaining company, she guides Thorin to the front where she also wraps the vine around him. She lets the vine wrap around her arm before she thickens the vine.

There is no way they will be able to escape from these restraints.

Gaia removes her shoes and throws them into her bag before relishing the feeling of life beneath her feet. She closes her eyes at the vibrations of the forest.

With a determined huff, she feels for the different vibrations. The trail has a different feel to it than the soil and grass they were stuck on.

She easily finds the trail they lost and leads the dwarves on the trail.

After a while, the dwarves start to converse and some even break out into song. She glances over her shoulder at the company and notices Kili singing along with the rest.

A smile ghosts over her features.

She turns her head to the front and listens to them as they sing and joke around. The sickness of the forest does not seem to have an effect on these dwarves anymore.

The river comes into Gaia’s view and she hurries to the river, wanting to escape the darkness of the forest.

She leads the company out of the Mirkwood and stops them next to the roaring river. The vine slips from her arm, letting go of the rest of the company. The company starts to celebrate and Gaia laughs softly at their antics.

Dwarves.

“Thank you.” Thorin’s voice is deep next to her. Gaia turns to him and inclines her head at him.

“We got out,” Kili shouts as he runs over to them. He throws his arms around Gaia, pulling her in for a hug. She lets out a laugh into the embrace.

He slowly lets go of her, his hands coming to a rest on her arms.

“Thank you. For getting us out,” he says with a small smile. His hands squeeze her arms and she smiles warmly at Kili.

“You are welcome.” Kili lets her arms go before he turns around, rushing to tackle Fili to the ground. Gaia laughs at them.

A familiar vibration catches her attention. How did THEY make it through Mirkwood? With the help of none other than the one who placed the sickness on that forest.

“Orcs!” she shouts while she runs to the company, trying to get their attention. “Run!”

Balin is the first to start running with Fili short on his heels.

Kili spins around while his eyes search for Gaia.

“Kili, run,” she shouts, gesturing for him to go.

As Kili starts to turn to run, an arrow flies past Gaia. It pierces the flesh of Kili’s thigh. He stumbles a bit before he falls to the ground, groaning when the pain registers.

Gaia crouches down next to him and quickly throws her arm around him to support him. She helps him up and they make their way to the rest of the company.

“You will be fine,” Gaia mutters repeatedly, dragging Kili with her.

Kili’s leg gives out from underneath him and he hits the ground with a thud. Fili runs back to them to assist Gaia in getting Kili back up, but Kili’s leg is a bad condition.

Gaia looks around and her eyes fall on the running water next to them. She has never managed to control water, but that is their only escape.

She lets out a shaky breath when she reaches the water, her hand stretched out to the water.

As soon as her hand touches the water, a large ice block forms.

She gasps, unable to believe that she had done that. She turned water to ice?

“Get on,” she shouts to the rest of the company, jumping on the block.

Fili throws Kili on the ice and she prevents him from sliding off. Fili follows along with the rest of the company.

The block of ice is large enough for the whole company if they squeeze against each other. Gaia helps to keep them from slipping off the ice by forming something that resembles a border around the edges of the ice block.

The stream of the river is strong and it moves the block with ease.

The Orcs are quite a way behind the company, but they continue to shoot arrows at the ice.

Gaia deflects the course of the arrows as it is made of wood.

A few Orcs managed to catch up and they are jumping from the riverbed to get onto the ice block. Between Thorin, Fili, Dwalin, and Balin, their lifeless bodies fall into the treacherous water.

Gaia glances at Kili and the dread settles in. They need to get some shelter, away from the Orcs. Hopefully, she can heal him.

Hopefully.

“We are making progress,” Oin says, wiping his forehead. Gaia hums, keeping her eyes on the water. They need to get to land.

After they made their way through the worst parts of the river, the water became calmer. As the water slows, the ice block starts to melt.

Gaia tries her best to keep the ice from melting until they get to the bedrock, but it would seem fate is not on her side anymore.

“Swim, get to the shore,” Thorin calls while he sinks into the water. Gaia jumps from the block to help Fili with Kili, struggling to get to the bedrock.

The company gets to the shore which is accompanied by groans and some rushed arguments.

Kili takes a few steps, but he sinks to the ground with a groan.

Gaia rushes over to him, her hand on his shoulder.

She sees him trying to cover his wound, but she recognizes the blackness that is evident in his wound. A Morgul shaft.

“We have to keep moving,” Thorin coughs out. Bofur has joined Gaia and Kili, the worry evident in his features.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing,” Kili says, but neither Gaia nor Bofur believes him.

”On your feet,” Thorin commands Kili, but Gaia prevents Kili from standing up. He frowns at her, but she shakes her head at him.

“Kili’s wounded,” Bofur starts, “His leg needs binding.” Fili comes rushing to aid, helping his brother onto his feet.

Gaia feels the tears stinging her eyes, but she blinks them away. Why does she always jump to the worst conclusions?

Thorin starts about the Orcs. Gaia hears Bilbo contributing his opinion with Balin and Dwalin also talking, but she focuses on Kili.

His leg is only going to get worse. They need to stop. The more time they spend not extracting the poison, the more time it has to spread throughout his whole body.

She has seen what the poison can do and she does not want Kili to suffer such a fate. She has grown quite accustomed to him and she would not let him die like that.

He needs to rest.

“Bind his leg, quickly. You have two minutes,” Thorin interrupts the current conversation, looking at Kili and Bofur. Fili helps his brother back to the ground.

They watch as Bofur and Oin start to bind Kili’s leg. He lets out a few pained groans, his body writhing on the cold rock.

“Kili,” Gaia calls softly. He turns his head to her, trying to smile at her. She reaches her hand to his cheek. Her thumb moves in circles on his cheek, soothing him. “You’ll be all right.”

Gaia hears Ori dumping the water from his boots into the river. She supposes she should do the same. Her head turns to Kili.

“I am going to try to get the water from my clothes and shoes. I will be back to help you,” she says with a weak smile, standing up.

Gaia follows Fili and they sit next to the river, dumping the water from their boots and squeezing the water from their clothes.

“He will be fine, won’t he?” Fili asks with a quiet voice. Gaia snaps her head to Fili, hiding her concern.

“Yes,” she says, but she realizes that she did not sound convincing. “He just needs to rest.” Fili gives a quick nod, his eyes fixated on his boots.

An unfamiliar presence catches Gaia’s attention and she turns her head to the stranger.

Everyone readies themselves for a fight, but the man is quick to warn them with his bow. He might be an even better archer than Kili.

“Do that again and you’re dead,” the man warns.

Gaia relaxes slightly. This man could perhaps be of assistance to them.

Fili has made his way to Kili in the meantime, defending his brother from the stranger.

Balin is the first to approach the man, recognizing the barge from Lake Town.

Gaia smiles to herself as she steadily walks back to Kili. She hands him his boots and some of his clothes which she dried.

“Here,” she whispers while Balin is still busy talking with the man from Lake Town. She wraps a light red and green plant around Kili’s leg, just above his bandaged wound.

“I know that one. An Airuxux,” Kili says hoarsely. Gaia smiles brightly at him and nods.

“Look at you. You even remembered the name,” she jokes. “We just call it “the sucker”,’ she says with a wink. Kili’s brows furrow.

“Why do you call it that?” Gaia ensures that the plant is tucked away from Kili’s eyes so that he cannot see the plant drawing the poison from his blood.

“No idea,” she lies. Kili chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

“It is a strange name.” She hums in agreement when she notices the rest of the company following the stranger.

Fili helps Kili up and supports him with Gaia walking behind them.

Kili rests against the rocks as the man and Balin continue to converse.

Gaia catches that he has children and that his wife has died. She looks at the man with the dark hair while he loads the barrels onto his barge. Something about him seems familiar. She cannot place it.

A soft groan escapes Kili’s lips and she turns her attention to him. Fili also focuses his attention on Kili, but Kili tries to tell them that he is okay.

Kili looks at Gaia and sees her tired eyes, mixed with something else he cannot place. He had thought she could not control water, but she just turned water into ice. He cannot hide his amusement at her skills. Who is she? How did she come to be?

His leg sends a burning pain throughout his whole body and he bites back a groan. He does not want to worry Gaia or Fili. He will survive. He has survived worse.

When his eyes catch the glossed-over ones of Gaia, his heart pains. He does not like to see her like this. She deserves to be always happy, smiling.

His hand moves to hers and he takes her hand in his. He squeezes her hand, to tell her that he will survive. Her grip tightens on his hand.

Gaia focuses on Balin who has offered to pay the man double for smuggling them into Lake Town. She does not have anything of value on her. Perhaps, if she searches through the pockets of the clothes on her, she can find something.

But how is the man going to smuggle them all into Lake Town?

#botfa #desolation of smaug #dwarves #eventual romance #eventual smut #fili and kili #friends to lovers #kili durin #slow burn #strangers to friends #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit smut #thorin and company #the hobbit thorin #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #dwalin #balin #lord of the rings #tolkien #middle earth #orcs

[sweetbutpsychobutsweet]

You all have been sooo sweet lately that I decided to post a little snippet of the next chapter😘 I'm about halfway done so hopefully it will be ready to post by next week at the latest😊

Everything is still so messy and new. You don’t even know what you would call it yet.

You’re certainly not courting. Thorin could never be formally involved with someone from your background. He is a king. And a king is meant to marry a proper lady of good standing. Not a rebellious half-dwarf such as yourself. If there’s one you know, it’s that you are not meant to be his queen.

So does that make you… lovers? The term makes you cringe. It implies a much longer relationship than the situation will allow. This will only last as long as the journey to Erebor. Thorin will marry another and you will have the mountain at your back once again. This is all meant to be a temporary arrangement. If anything, it feels more like you have stumbled across an alternative way to tolerate each other’s presence.

These days it feels like the two of you only get along when your limbs are tangled together in secret.

And Thorin hasn’t exactly gone out of his way to make your relationship known to the others. He isn’t the kind of person to indulge in any kind of public displays of affection or to insist on putting a label on whatever it is the two of you have. Perhaps you misinterpreted his desire for privacy as an agreement to keep your relationship a secret.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say Thorin looks hurt that you want to hide it. The look he gives you brings a stab of guilt into your chest. Tearing your gaze from him, you busy yourself with binding Kili’s hand. Whether you misread things or not, Thorin still takes your side regardless.

“What either of us do behind closed doors is no one else’s business,” he grumbles at his nephews. “Let this be a lesson to the both of you on the courtesy of knocking before entering.”

“Did uncle knock before entering you?” Kili whispers with a smirk and Thorin jumps from the chair so quickly it clatters to the floor. Fili leaps from his place in the doorway fast enough to block his path to Kili.

You quickly tie off the bandage and rise to your feet, inserting yourself between Fili and Thorin before they can start throwing punches.

“That’s enough,” you hiss at the both of them. Thorin still has murder in his eyes as he towers over you, glaring at the two of them.

“He was only joking,” Fili defends his brother, who’s now come to stand at his shoulder.

“I don’t want to hear either of you speak about her in such a manner again,” Thorin growls at them.

“Please forgive me,” Kili looks at you with a genuine nod of remorse, before stifling a laugh when he whispers “auntie” under his breath.

#thorin x y/n #thorin oakenshield #thorin oakenshield x reader smut #thorin oakenshield smut #the hobbit #thorin oakenshieldx fem!reader #thorin oakenshield x afab!reader #thorin #thorin fic #thorin x reader #the hobbit fanfic #thorin x fem!reader #thorin oakenshield angst #thorin oakenshield x y/n #thorin smut #thorin angst #thorin oakenshield x reader angst #thorin x reader angst

[shy-blue-blossom]

What’s next?

Dwalin

The battle of the five armies was over and Dwarves were starting to make their way back home to Erebor. A certain bold dwarf couldn't wait for the arrivals as there was someone he couldn't wait to see after so long. While he was waiting for the certain someone, he couldn't be happier that his best friend had somehow survived the wound he got from Azog's blade. As well as Fili, who was saved by an elf that sacrifice their life in doing so, but he got a broken leg from the fall. Kili was lucky that he was alive because if it wasn't for his brother he wouldn't be with Tauriel. While he was thinking how lucky the company of Thorin Oakenshield has been, he didn't notice that Dis, now along with Thorin, was helping a h/c haired and e/c eyed dwarf. When he noticed her he ran up to them and pulled her into a hug, best he could with her swollen stomach.

"Thank you Dis for looking after y/n." Dwalin thanked her as he released her from the hug.

"It is alright, we had fun making a blanket for the baby." Dis giggle as she smiled at him.

"Yes, indeed we did." Y/n began as she pulled a knitted white blanket from a bag she had. "What do you think?" She finished asking Dwalin, with a tilt to her head.

Dwalin took it out her hands and smiled when he felt how soft it was. He pecked her lips, then wrapped it around her stomach.

"Yes, I believe they will love it, but right now it's yours to keep yourself warm, along with our little one." He told her as he kissed her forehead.

Before he, or anyone else, could say something to her. Fili and Kili had said something about Dwalin's age and him being too old for a child. He looked really annoyed by it, and then he began to chase them. All y/n, Thorin and Dis could do was laugh and giggle. Y/n suddenly squealed in surprise and put her hand over the blanket that was on her swollen stomach. Dis looked confused and worried, along with Thorin. Dwalin had stopped chasing Fili and Kili to look at her and quickly made his way over to her.

"What is the matter?" Dwalin had asked her as he held her face in his hands.

"The baby kicked." She said as tears began to form at the rim of her eyes.

"Where?" Dwalin asked excitedly as his eyes widen in surprise along with Dis's.

Y/n moved his hand to where the baby was putting pressure on her stomach and Dis was squealing in excitement. When Dwalin felt the baby kick the side of his one's stomach the biggest smile made its way onto his face. Just as he was about to say something Fili and Kili came running over asking to feel it. Y/n looked up at Dwalin, as he can be overprotective, he nodded his head as he moved behind her. First, she placed Fili's hand where the baby kicking was and a big grin spread across his face, she then let Kili feel and like his brother a grin came to his face, soon both Thorin and Dis had felt it as well. They couldn't have been happier with a better reunion.

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Masterlist

#x reader #reader #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings #Dwalin x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #what's next?

[fanficwriting1]

A Tale of Smoke and Flame Chapter 3

There had been many Hobbit habits that Bilbo had not expected to pick up - one of them being cooking. Before being a hobbit, he’d always been satisfied to consume all his food raw, and he did not care for what that food was - be it old or fresh. Now, he found simply the thought of consuming something like that to be shameful. Part of that could be attributed to the lack of taste he’d had in his previous form, but he still disliked the thought of consuming anything similar to what he’d previously eaten. 

Having cooked so often, it wasn’t difficult to make a meal for the dwarrow before they were set to arrive. Bilbo had a good sense as to when all the dwarrow would get to his smial, after all, anything that set foot in the Shire, Bilbo became automatically aware of. 

He placed the large spread of food across the table in his dining room, satisfied with his work. As he left the room, he felt his gate creak open a heavy gait entering his yard. He went to open the door as heavy knocks sounded. 

The dwarf that stood on the step was of large stature, tattooed with runes across his head, and carried two massive axes on his back, along with many others, strapped to his body. “Dwalin, at your service.” he grunted, before unceremoniously inviting himself in, and following the scent of food to the dining room.

“Bilbo Baggins, at yours.” Bilbo said, although Dwalin was already out of earshot. He tsked . He was far too old to care to retaliate against such a young being.

He waited by the door as he knew another would be knocking shortly. Once the short knock came, he opened the door and welcomed the white haired dwarf, who was far more polite. 

The dwarf gave a short bow. “Balin, at your service.”

Bilbo nodded. “Bilbo Baggins, at yours.” 

As Balin entered, Dwalin came from the dining room, biscuit jar under arm, to give Balin a headbutt before pulling him into the dining room. 

Bilbo decided to wait at the door for the rest of the dwarrow. 

Two synchronous knocks came, and Bilbo pulled the door open to two young dwarrow, both with large smiles on their faces. 

“Fili,” said the blonde

“And Kili,” said the brunette

“At your service.” They said in tandem, bows in sync. 

“You must be Mr. Boggins!” Kili said.

Bilbo felt a brief flutter of surprise at how well rehearsed the bow was, but returned their bow with a nod. “Bilbo Baggins , at yours.”

Fili and Kili quickly entered and began to offload their weapons onto Bilbo - the first dwarrow to relieve themselves of them. 

“Careful with these. We just had them sharpened.” Fili said.

“It’s nice this place. Did you do it yourself?” Kili asked. 

“Thank you. I inherited it some time ago.”

Kili nodded and lifted his foot to scrap the mud off on a nearby box, before he was stopped by Bilbo. 

“If you wish to wipe your feet, you may do so on the mat outside - do not do so on that box.” 

Kili stopped sheepishly, and quickly went back out to wipe his feet on the mat. 

Nodding in satisfaction, Bilbo closed the door behind them, escorting them to the dining room. 

“Master Dwalin!” Kili cried.

Dwalin stood from his place at the table and embraced Fili and Kili both. 

Bilbo once more headed to the door as a knock sounded. 

Gandalf stood with a group of dwarrow who all fell into his smial with a bump from the one in the back who’d tripped.

He paused - all the dwarrow were here except for one. He could feel the last one struggling to find his way, and he shook his head as he felt the dwarf take the wrong road again. It would take some time for that one to arrive. 

The dwarrow piled in, all falling on top of one another, shouts and curses coming from those on the bottom of the pile. 

“Bombur, get off!” one of the dwarrow yelled. 

As the dwarrow straightened themselves, they greeted Bilbo and moved into the dining room where more greetings came and sounds of delight came from the sight of the food. 

“This is quite the selection, Gandalf.” 

Gandalf chuckled as the door closed. “They are good dwarrow. A bit loud, but well-meaning.” he patted Bilbo’s shoulder and  headed into the dining room. He followed, and watched as all the dwarrow were feasting upon the food he’d prepared. 

He leaned against the doorway, watching with a small ache in his chest from the comradery between all the dwarrow. He felt Gandalf watching him, and ignored the look. 

“Come on in, lad!” Oin called. 

Fili and Kili came up to either side and pulled him fully into the room, seating him between them. 

“So, Mr. Boggins, you’re a burglar?” Kili asked. “Nori’s a bit similar, but I heard Gandalf say you’re sneaker then him!”

“My name is Baggins, not Boggins,” Bilbo corrected, “And yes, I’m being hired as your burglar. I have a different set of skills that I’m able to provide this company that differs from Master Nori’s.” 

“Ah, speaking of, lad,” Balin said. “I have the contract for you.” He pulled folded papers from the folds of his clothes, presenting them to Bilbo and giving him a quill.

Taking the papers, Bilbo quickly skimmed through the contract. He wasn’t too concerned with the technical details of the contract, and didn’t care much about what would be given to him for the quest.  

Taking the quill, he quickly signed his name and passed it back to Balin. 

Balin looked at him, questioning look in his eyes but said nothing. He folded it back up and placed it back into his clothes. 

Sighing deeply as he felt another person open his gate, he rose from the table and left  the dining room to head to the entryway. He opened the door prematurely, knowing who was about to knock. 

Lobelia stood on the doorstep, basket in arm, and smiled as she saw Bilbo, her face alit with a little more than admiration - something that Bilbo would politely ignore. 

Bilbo cared deeply for the Shire’s inhabitants, and being there as long as he had, there were many that had that look in their eyes when they were younger. Eventually that light would fade, and that would be that. 

“My mother prepared this in return for the pie you brought us last week.” Lobelia handed him the basket. “She wasn’t able to make it up here herself - her joints have worsened.” 

Bilbo nodded in understanding. Loud shouting came from behind him.

“You have company?” Lobelia asked. She peered over Bilbo’s shoulder, catching sight of the weapons on the bench by the door, and immediately marched in when raucous laughter came from the dining room, and headed straight for the noise. 

“How uncouth!” Lobelia gasped, “They brought their weapons into the dining room!” She was unperturbed at the sight of the dwarrow, as Bilbo had had over stranger guests than them before.

The dwarrow watched and quieted as the hobbitess seemed to puff up and march into the room. She made eye-contact with each dwarf, her eyes a polite glare. “I do hope that your bringing weapons into this area was a mistake and simple overshigh on your part. As you are obviously unaware, I shall take it upon myself to do you a favor and educate you on how you should present yourself within a hosting Hobbit’s smial.” Her tone was venomous, and many of the dwarrow could be seen visibly wincing at her tone. 

Bilbo had let the dwarrow keep their weapons for one main reason. He could vividly recall being stripped of all protection when he had been transformed into a Hobbit. He had truly been awful at that point, every gesture putting him on the defensive, snarling and snapping at any who attempted to get close because of his new vulnerability. 

While the dwarrow weren’t in the same position as he’d been - Bilbo was aware of the consistent betrayment and undercutting that the dwarrow had to face, and found himself moved with the slightest bit of pity for their plight, however, his own experience of being stripped from his true skin, that was the deciding factor in his choice. 

“Lobelia, there is little need for your chastisement of my guests. I’ve permitted them to keep their weapons on their persons. If I did not do so, they would be bereft of them.”

Lobelia huffed in obvious displeasure, but backed down. 

“Quite a fearsome halfling - do you think all their females are like that?” one of the dwarrow whispered. 

“I thought she might’ve been Dis’ counterpart for a moment.” another said. 

Placing a hand on her elbow, Bilbo guided her from the dining room and towards the entry, Gandalf following. “Give your mother my thanks, will you, Lobelia?”

“Of course.” Lobelia sniffed. She looked at Gandalf. “Whatever quest you plan to drag Bilbo off too, you best make sure that he makes it back, so help me.”

Gandalf chuckled. 

Bilbo reached to open the door, opening just as a hand was poised to knock on it. Ignoring the dwarf upon his doorstep, Bilbo waved Lobelia goodbye, as she eyed the dwarf, shooting a glance towards Bilbo and a glare towards Gandalf before heading out of his gate and down the road. 

Bilbo opened the door wider. “Come in. Your company is in the dining room.” 

The dwarf stepped in, giving Bilbo a cursory glance. This often occurred with the leaders of companies that he’d traveled with, they would give him a once over and proceed to make assumptions. It didn’t bother Bilbo, he’d found he could often use it to his advantage, and he truly cared little for what he was thought of by the company leaders, they were oft arrogant and prideful, and as Bilbo looked at the face of Thorin Oakenshield, he could tell he was the same. 

“Gandalf, I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice. I wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.” 

Bilbo was amused. Indeed, Thorin Oakenshield had had trouble finding his way.

“So, this is the hobbit. Tell me Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?”

“A fair share.” Bilbo replied, “Now if you would please, your company sits in the dining room.”

Brushing past him, Thorin showed himself into the dining room, where he was met with much excitement from the dwarrow and shouts of “Uncle!” from Fili and Kili.

Bilbo looked at Gandalf, unimpressed. Gandalf shrugged 

“What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?” Balin asked.

“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms.” Thorin picked at his food.

Dwalin leaned forward. “What did the dwarrow in the Iron Hills say? Is Dain with us?” 

Thorin grimaced. “They will not come. They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”

Curses in Khuzdul came from everyone around the dining table, clear displeasure on some, and others hopelessness. Bilbo watched from the doorway as the dwarrow discussed among themselves, riling themselves up and getting more upset with every word. Dwalin slammed his fist against the table, and Bilbo frowned. 

“I would appreciate it if you would not relieve your anger on my table, Master Dwalin, it has done nothing to warrant such treatment.” 

The talking quieted as all eyes turned to Bilbo. Thorin’s eyes were frosty as he gazed at the hobbit.

“Is your table your largest concern, Mr. Baggins? Do you mean to belittle the purpose of this quest and disregard all dangers?”

“You read too much into my words - I simply do not wish for a broken table.” Bilbo arched his brow, meeting Thorin’s challenging gaze. “And of the dangers and risks of this quest I am aware. I’ve signed the contract knowing and being prepared for what may occur during our travels.”

Thorin looked at him dubiously, clearly unconvinced. 

“I have traveled with other companies before - you are hardly the first. Gandalf will be able to vouch for my word if you choose to remain unbelieving.” 

Gandalf hummed in agreement. “You would be hard-pressed to find someone as competent as Bilbo here. I would advise that you don’t so hastily push him away simply because of his appearance, looking only skin-deep will 

“Very well.” Thorin said. “I shall take your word for it, Wizard.” 

—

Bilbo sat in his study, looking over the marked maps as song rose from his parlor. Leaning back in his chair, he removed his spectacles as he listened to the mournful notes. 

The song had a familiar meaning - his own kind had a similar song that spoke of the descent of his kind from the skies due to a force they lost against. Those days were dark ones, full of anguish and the cries of loss. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stood, the song coming to an end. 

A gentle knock sounded, before Gandalf let himself in. He sat down in his chair. 

“I’ve seen two of them before.” Bilbo said, lost in thought.

Gandalf’s quirked an eyebrow, the only sign of his surprise. “Do enlighten me.” 

“I came across Dwalin and Thorin when I was on one of my travels years ago. They were still pebbles then.”

Gandalf hummed, sitting back further. “I suppose this was inevitable.” he said, and left it at that.

(175 years ago)

The Warg lay dead upon the ground, turning the snow into crimson slush with the warmth of its blood.

Wiping the blood off his blade and sheathing it, Bilbo turned to the two pebbles that were crouched behind him, who were shuddering as the snow came down hard and the wind howled, the larger of the two pressing his cloak against the arm of the other to stop the bleeding. 

Walking over, Bilbo was met with the larger one glaring at him fiercely, brandishing the short blade he had. 

“Stay away from us, unless you want to meet death.” 

Bilbo raised his eyebrow in amusement, not that the pebbles could see, his face being covered by his cowl. Not only had he saved the pebbles from near death, but he was obviously capable of killing them himself. He crouched down. 

“I’m not here to harm if - if I had wished to do so, I would have let the warg take care of you.” The larger pebble’s eyes flicked to the dead warg. “Besides, I do not pose the greatest danger to you here. If your friend is left untreated, he will die, and you shall follow soon, as the cold will kill you. Of course, if you still wish for me to leave you alone, say the word and I will leave.” 

He could see as the pebble’s resolve to keep him away crumbled. “Help him,” he said. 

Nodding, Bilbo scoop the unconscious one up. “This way.”

The storm worsened as Bilbo carried and led the pebbles up towards the cave where he had his supplies stashed. Arriving, he ushered the pebble that was following into the cave and towards the back. He could tell the pebble was suspicious, but was feeling much better after getting out of the snow. 

Placing the pebble he was carrying down, he quickly relit the fire he’d made, and got to tending the wound on the pebble. The cloak had greatly helped in slowing the blood, but the wound still bled sluggishly. 

He handed a small tin bowl to the other pebble. “Go fill this with snow.” 

Coming back with snow, Bilbo instructed the pebble to place it on the hot rocks near the fire, and the snow quickly melted. Dampening a cloth, he washed the crusted blood from the pebble’s forearm, and poured the rest over the wound when he was finished. 

“Grab the pouch of herbs in the side pocket of my bag. And bring the bandages along as well.” 

Grinding the given herbs, he slathered in over the wound and proceeded to quickly wrap the area with bandaging before placing the pebble near the fire. 

“It’s not an ideal treatment, so be sure to get your friend to a healer when you’re back.” 

The pebble nodded before settling next to the other, catching the blanket Bilbo tossed towards him. “Use that to keep warm.” He said, before heading towards the cave mouth, leaving the pebbles alone. 

—

Time passed slowly as they waited for the snow to stop. Bilbo’s ears perked as he caught the rousings of the injured pebble. 

“Thorin!” the larger pebble harshly whispered, unaware Bilbo could hear him. “Thorin, are you okay?”

“Dwalin?” Thorin croaked. “What happened?”

“The warg got you. Some person killed it, and brought us to this cave.”

“Is he an assassin?” 

“I don’t trust him, but it’s not likely. He bandaged your wounds, I don’t think he’s after you. I don’t think he even knows who you are.”

Matter of fact, Bilbo was well aware of who Thorin was. Not many outside of dwarrow understood the meaning of certain beads, but Bilbo was, so it was a simple matter to know Thorin was the crown prince of Erebor. 

As they talked, Bilbo found his mind wandering. It had taken him months to get this far. Months of tracking, all to be lost because of an unexpected snowstorm. Unfortunately he was unable to travel even by himself in such weather. He gritted his teeth. He had thought he could make it in time to cross paths with the Elven merchants, but he’d been too slow, and now he would have to start tracking them again. 

“A-a-aren’t you c-cold?” Thorin’s teeth chattered as he asked, huddled close to the larger one, both as close as they could be to the fire. 

Broken from his thoughts, Bilbo looked back towards them. Walking away from the cave’s mouth, he crouched and held his hand out to Thorin. Thoin reached to take it, but was held back by Dwalin. 

“I simply wish to answer his question.” Bilbo said, pointedly turning his gaze to the larger. 

With hesitation, Dwalin released Thorin’s hand, which quickly found its way into Bilbo’s hand. Thorin gasped. “You’re so warm!”

When they were young, dwarrow had difficulty staying warm. Once they were an adult, dwarrow were mostly impervious to high heats, the temperatures of their bodies running high, helping them stay more easily warm in the cold. Elves themselves were cool - coldness had little impact on them. Men were pervious to both the cold and the heat, either extreme could easily do them in. 

“You must be a dwarf - you are rather short though. What clan are you from?”

It was natural for them to believe him to be a dwarf - that was the natural conclusion to be made from his temperature. “I’m afraid I must keep my identity secret, it does not suit me to reveal it.” 

Dwalin nudged Thorin and nodded towards Bilbo’s feet, one thing that would most certainly give away that he was not a dwarf. 

Dwalin and Thorin shared a surreptitious glance. “What are you doing all the way out here?” 

“I’m searching for a friend.” He rose. “I will lead you back to your path once the snow has calmed.” 

There was no speaking after that, and true to his word, Bilbo led them back once the storm subsided, and departed, setting off once more on his search. 

Note: I made Dwalin a similar age in this chapter to Thorin (originally Dwalin was born a few years after Smaug took Erebor) but I wanted Dwalin and Thorin to be basically the same age. I kept Thorin the same age in this fic (which is 195), so the flashback would put him and Dwalin at roughly 20 years old.

#thorin x bilbo #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #a03 fanfic #read on a03 #dragon!bilbo

[legolaslovely]

Alone

A/N: Hello friends! I hope you enjoy this little story. It was a nice way to step back into writing after some time off due to some career stuff. Leave it to Kíli to make me come crawling back haha!

Pairing: Kíli x Reader 

Word Count: 1,446

Warnings: talk of mental health issues, Hurt/Comfort, reader is a dwarf, reader wears skirts

Summary: You find Kíli alone during a hard day and he invites you to spend some time with him.

All credits to pinterest photos used below are in an original post here

It wasn’t often that you saw the royal corridors glowing in the afternoon sunlight. It was richer and more golden than that of the early morning, blasting, rather than sneaking through the high, thin slices of painted glass above you. It was as if the sun itself had lit the many torches lining the walls, instead of the tireless guards of the mountain who you knew actually kept them bright and tidy. As you walked toward your chambers, you slowed to admire the colorful beams along the stone, lest your duties keep you from ever enjoying them again. After all,  it was customary for you to leave your quarters just after dawn and only return to them once the sun was safely tucked away for the evening. This day, however, you had a break in your schedule and you meant to enjoy the performance before you. 

Until you were interrupted.

     “(Y/N),” you heard.

You turned to see Fíli. The sunlight- orange and red and blue from the stained glass- danced in his golden hair like unbound fire and winked at you from his shining beads. Not that he noticed. He was concerned.

     “Have you seen Kíli?” he asked you.

     “Not since breakfast this morning,” you said.

Fíli hummed. He looked at the dull floor, again missing the magic around him.

     “Why?” you asked. 

     “He… I’m not sure. He was very quiet during our meeting with Uncle’s advisors this morning. But I may be making something out of nothing.”

You knew that wasn’t likely. Fíli was always right when it came to his brother. Even more often than you were. 

     “He’s probably off with his bow somewhere blowing off some steam,” Fíli said.

You agreed. “If I see him, I’ll send word to you.”

     “Thank you, (Y/N),” he said with a soft smile.

He turned from you and walked down the corridor the way he came, head cast down as he went. 

You too ignored the dancing sunlight as you made your way to your chambers with purpose and speed now, no matter how the colors around you begged for your attention.

*

As usual, two guards flanked the large doorway to the rooms that you and Kíli shared. You nodded your greeting to them, flashing a smile that you knew wasn’t as bright as intended due to your worry. The lock to the door clunked and you opened the heavy wooden door until you saw Kíli sitting at his desk straight ahead. Though he heard your entrance, he didn’t turn to you. 

You spoke to one of the guards in a soft voice that Kíli wouldn’t hear. “Rava, will you please send word to Prince Fili of his brother’s whereabouts? Assure him we will be spending the afternoon here and will see him at supper.”

Rava nodded and left.

The room was so still and quiet that your presence alone seemed to send harsh waves over still water, like a ship assaulting a tranquil lake.

     “Would you like to be alone for a while?” you asked.

     “Stay if you’d like,” Kíli answered, his voice deep from lack of use. There was no teasing in his words, no smirk, no smile. 

The moment you decided to let him be, leave him to those thoughts and emotions you didn’t yet understand,  he slid an extra chair out from under his desk with his foot. He placed it beside him, facing him, waiting for you.

At the doorway, you slid out of your heavy boots. You stood them up neatly next to Kíli’s and made your way to him, shedding the outer layer of your clothing and tossing it on the neatly made bed before standing behind him. Only then, with your hips pressed against the wooden back of his chair, did you see what he was doing. He was painting.

Fili was right. Something was wrong. Painting was an activity Kíli only took part in on his darkest days.

He was surrounded by a mess of supplies, sitting hunched over in his chair, his hands in fists, his ever-twitching legs still and tense. He stabbed his brush into a jar of water and swizzled it with a ferocity that would have startled any onlooker. You, however, knew it was an energy of concentration that gave Kíli his heavy hand, not one of rage. 

He explained it to you once, how painting helped him. When his thoughts circled and conversations replayed and the voice in his head growled and sneered its harmful words, painting was the only thing that gave him peace. Mixing hues and shades took him somewhere else, set him free, while his texture work- stippling and sweeping and everything in between- left the world quiet. He could escape his own mind for a while. Be alone.

With you. 

He’d wound his hair back into one thick braid, possibly at the beginning of his session. Since then, however, it had come loose, dropping long locks into his face and strands that would tickle his cheeks and forehead with every breath. You guessed that he’d been impatiently tucking them away behind his ears ever since, because the closer you looked, the more crusted paint you could see in his dark hair.

Testing, you took a piece near the front of his head and twisted it in your fingers until it became a sturdy rope. Before you could slide it behind his ear, however, Kíli straightened his back for you, silently giving you permission. He continued to work, using a knife to blend some colors, while you deftly wove his hair into a tight, but comfortable braid that would stay in place until he was finished. You ignored the fraudulent pigments in his hair and the way they peeled away from his strands and stuck under your nails. On days like this, it wasn’t unusual for you both to end up striped with paint, little consequential pieces of art leftover from Kíli’s spell.

You pressed your lips to the side of his head and cupped your hands over his shoulders in a way that wouldn’t impede his work. The scent you breathed in was so perfectly Kíli- soap, sweat, and smoke, now with added hints of acrylic and oil. You kissed his hair and left him to his painting, his freedom and peace. His shoulders curled and he hunched over the desk again, intent on his vision.

There was a book waiting for you on your bedside table. It was something you’d asked for from the library of Dale and had been delivered to you the evening before. It was a piece of human fiction, one recommended to you by a friend you’d met in the literary building. 

You took the leather bound book from where it had been left and brought it with you to the seat Kíli had pulled out for you. Gently, so as not to shake the desk, you sat in the cushioned chair and lifted your skirts to cross one leg over the other. Content to sit for the remainder of the afternoon, you opened the book’s cover, excited to begin the story. As you flipped to the following pages, however, a strong hand took your ankle. You jumped, surprised at the fingers wrapping around your naked skin, and watched Kíli as he brought your foot to rest in his lap. Looking down past his canvas, he then reached for your other calf, squeezing it as he lifted it to rest next to its twin.

He didn’t look at you, his expression didn’t change, his heavy brows didn’t lift, but as he continued to dab his paint brush over his work, his free hand gently slid your skirts up your legs, like lifting a sheet off a sleeping babe, freeing you from the round of your knees to the tips of your bare toes. He caressed your skin, swiping his thumb over the plump muscle of your calf and the bones of your ankle and knee as if he planned to paint you next, and create your image from touch alone. 

As excited as you were to have this book delivered to the mountain, you didn’t pay it much attention that afternoon. You were busy spying on Kíli, peeking at him while he blended and mixed colors. Watching the shadows gradually lift from his face, releasing the lines in his forehead and the downward turn of his rosy lips. Grinning to yourself when he unwittingly left streaks of blue paint on your legs. Feeling every moment of Kíli’s affection- that which he gave to you even in his darkest moments. 

Because even when he wished most to be alone, he wanted you there.

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The following ficlet was written by @marigoldvance​ based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Teen, AU

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Weary Travelers

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Fili admired his brother, sat across from him on the other side of the fire, fletching a new quiver of arrows. Dark, chestnut hair fell in loose waves around his face to his shoulders, the braid he’d used to keep it out of his face undoing itself as it always did.

Kili’s face was scrunched up in an expression of deep concentration, foresty eyes narrowed as he led his fingers through the motions.

They’d been traveling for a few days and had a few more ahead of them, across the wild Easterlands. Part of an entourage accompanying a nervous man dressed in fine, monastic satin wool, Fili and Kili were hired—alongside a handful of others—as extra force to pad the official guards’ numbers.

Fili didn’t know much about the man they were paid to protect. Only that he was an important religious figure in the kingdom he hailed from, and he was overseeing the transport of a more important item. Not that either Fili or Kili were told of the item’s value, but they were observant and had seen how the man fussed with the small box he kept on his person at all times.

It was a beautiful box, painted as dark as the night sky. An intricate, curly design filled the span of the lid in light gold, and the box was sealed with the wax emblem of Queen Yvanna, the monarch of the kingdom behind them.

They weren’t paid enough to know what was in the box, but Fili felt it was enough to know that if they were attacked, it was the box they needed to keep in their sights and not the man.

Fili had been so lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed Kili rise and move behind the scattering of men between them, warming themselves at the fireside. Kili plopped down, knocking his shoulder into Fili’s, bringing Fili back to the present.

          “It’ll be Christmas when we arrive.” Kili commented. He tucked in his legs, propped his elbows on his knees, and watched the fire lick and dance in front of him.

Fili leaned back, holding his weight with one hand, “‘Spose it will be.” He openly stared at Kili’s profile, unconcerned about the men around them who might recognize how Fili’s eyes were far softer and more intense than they should be when looking at his brother.

Kili blinked slowly and turned his head toward Fili, “How do you want to celebrate?” A boyish smile slipped across his mouth as his gaze blatantly raked over Fili.

Grinning in return, Fili said, “We’ll get a room somewhere with one of those big tubs.” He scanned the other men, most of them prone and asleep. Only three were still upright and, of them, one was close enough to be worried about. Except, he seemed utterly transfixed with cleaning and sharpening his blade.

Fili repositioned himself, slow and careful, tilting into Kili’s space to whisper in his ear, “Imagine, hot water to relax your aching muscles. You’d let me rub the worst of it out of your shoulders and back, let me soap you up slowly and sponge you off. Make sure every inch of you is clean by my hand.”

Kili’s breath hitched and his face flushed a beautiful pink, eye glazing over as the image Fili painted unfolded in his mind.

          “How does that sound?” Fili ever-so-lightly grazed the tip of his nose along the shape of Kili’s jaw before sitting back at a safe distance.

Kili nodded eagerly, “I think we can make that happen. We’ll certainly have enough to afford a room with a bath after all this is said and done.”

Fili settled backward, pillowing his head on his travel pack. Discreetly, he reached for Kili’s hand, squeezing, and releasing it quickly. Kili tipped a warm smile over his shoulder and then followed Fili’s example, laying back and shifting about until he was comfortable.

They didn’t roll onto their sides, though they wanted to, just for the pleasure of watching the other fall asleep. But the risk of being caught doing something too intimate was high and neither was willing to chance it.

Instead, they stared up at the canopy of stars, content with what little affection they could afford to offer one another until they reached the next kingdom. Once they delivered the man and his box, they would retreat to their room and their bath and each other.

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First Kiss | Mission Fic | Fake Dating | “Whenever I look at you…” | Snow | Historical AU

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Pairing: Fili/Kili Rating: T Universe: Fast Car (formerly Dead Batteries) Words: 3346 words

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Kili tugged at his sweatshirt and checked his appearance in the mirror. He frowned, considering. Then he yanked the sweatshirt off over his head, balled it up, and threw it in a corner where it joined the other shirts that he had tried and discarded. He wanted to look nice, but not like he was trying to look nice. Because if he looked like he was trying someone would definitely comment on it and then the teasing would start. T-shirts and flannel shirts were crumpled in that corner as well. 

He sighed considering the inside of his closet. Only a handful of sweatshirts were left on their hangers. And they were the ones that he always wore, so they were frayed and soft with oil stains, bleach spots, small holes, and soft with memories. 

He pulled another one from its bent metal hanger. The hanger swung wildly when the sweatshirt came free. Sweatshirt on he pulled at the frayed cuffs that fell to his knuckles and checked his appearance again. Hands tucked under the sweatshirt, he stretched the fabric before taking another look. It would do. He scratched at a bit of dried something on the sleeve until there was nothing left but a light colored smear on the black fabric. 

This sweatshirt had been in his closet the longest. He remembered when he got it. It had been too big then; he’d had to roll up the sleeves more than once. He had forgotten a jacket and it was cold. Fili had flung open a closet door of a hall closet that smelled of leather and rubber. It had bins for shoes lined up along the wall, baskets for hats and gloves—one basket dedicated to mittens that had lost their mate—and jackets and coats of all sorts. 

“This one should fit,” Fili said, pushing aside other jackets. 

It was black with the worn and cracked logo of a sports team on the front. 

Kili nodded and Fili pulled it down. “I’ll give it back at school on Monday.”

Fili shrugged. “Keep it. I don’t think it’s been worn in years. I think it might be one of Uncle Thorin’s.”

At some point later Kili found Dwalin’s name written on the tag.

Kili’s phone vibrated in his pocket. 

// OMW. ETA 5m. - FeeD //

// i’ll be on the porch - KiliO //

Kili checked his pockets—phone, wallet, keys—before closing his bedroom door firmly behind him. 

It was barely 6, but it was already dark outside. The only light on the house was the flickering glow of the television. Kili could see his father’s silhouette, black against the flickering flashes of primary colors on a field of green.

“Where are you going?” 

Kili froze, foot only halfway on the floor, midstep. “It’s the first Saturday? It’s movie night at the club house.”

His father turned his head. “Why do you look like you’re sneaking out?” he barked when he saw Kili’s hunched shoulders and unsteady feet.

“I don’t,” Kili shot back. He squared his shoulders and planted both feet firmly on the floor. ‘Too little, too late, too defensive.’

His father grunted. The television switched to a dark commercial, but Kili still saw his father lift the green glass bottle to his lips and take a drink, eyes still fixed on the tv rather than looking at Kili. 

“What movie?”

“I don’t know. Nori said he was going to bring something.”

“When will you be home?”

“The movie might be a long one, or people will want to play games—”

“What time—”

Kili gave a short answer, “Before curfew.”

“That’ll be after midnight. How will you be getting home?”

Kili shrugged helplessly, “Someone will drive me, maybe Nori?”

“How old is he?”

Kili quickly tried to do the math in his head, “He’s in college,” he offered.

His father’s head snapped in Kili’s direction.

“19, I think,” Kili quickly offered. “He’s like 3 and a half years older than me.”

“Fine,” and he turned back to the television. “You should comb your hair every once in a while,” was his parting shot at Kili darted down the hallway to the front door, eager to escape before his dad changed his mind. 

“I do brush it,” he muttered to himself as soon as he was out of earshot. 

Fili’s sedan was idling noisily by the mailbox.

Kili pulled open the passenger door and was greeted by the crackling music courtesy of the only alternative rock radio station near enough to be picked up, but not near enough for perfectly clear music, the cherry air freshener, and a smell that Kili always associated with Fili.

“What took so long?” Ori asked from the backseat where he was squished between Gimli and Gimli’s older sister Emily.

“I figured that with you in the car 5 minutes meant 10 minutes.”

“I’m not even driving!” Ori protested. 

“Still.”

Fili met Kili’s eyes, raised an eyebrow, and looked to the closed front door of Kili’s house in a silent question.

“Let’s just go,” Kili said. 

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The clubhouse was as familiar to Kili as his own house. And tonight, like each first Saturday, it was overrun with people, friends and family of the members of the Line of Durin motorcycle club, and of the people who worked for Durin and Son’s Garage. The main room was filled with card tables set up for poker and there was already a serious pawl over the room despite the occasional laughter. Many of the adults and older teens who wanted to be part of the “upstairs people” were playing cards already while others were standing in clusters watching the games of cards and pool. There was a room for the much younger kids which would largely clear out by 7 or 8 when parents said their goodbyes. It was then that the music would get louder and the drink would flow faster.

Their little group went to the basement to join the others who were in the “in between place” of not being little kids that needed to be supervised and not being grown enough to be interested in card games with stakes. The basement were shelves of boardgames, a table, and mismatched, donated couches and chairs that all faced a projector screen. 

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“Do you know what you should do, Gimli?” Emily asked in a sing-song voice.

“The answer is no.” Gimli had been watching the whispering taking place at the other end of the table and had decided that he wanted no part in it. 

“You don’t even know what it is.”

By this point they had all consumed far too much soda and eaten plates of food that consisted of far too many desserts and cookies. Most of the kids were gone leaving a group of 8 in the basement. And Gimli was the youngest.

Nori threw an arm around Gimli’s shoulders.  “If you go upstairs and get some beers from the cooler we might even let you have one,” he wheedled. 

Gimli ducked away. “I thought we were going to watch a movie.”

“We will, but—”

Gimli sat down on the couch and crossed his arms. “No. If you want them, go get them yourself.”

Nori looked at the rest of the group and shrugged. And everyone else shrugged back. None of them were willing to risk it because if caught they might get sent home, plus the stuff didn’t taste good anyway, it was more the rebelliousness of it. 

“What movies do you have?” Kili asked, changing the subject and taking the attention away from Gimli. 

“Too many. Here,” Nori opened his laptop and pulled up a folder before handing it over to Kili. 

“Wow.” Kili started scrolling. “Where did you get all of these?”

Someone started humming the Pirates of the Caribbean theme song. They laugh. 

“What do you think?” Kili addressed Fili.

Fili shrugged. “Something with action, or something funny, or—”

“You’re not weeding much out there.”

Fili smiled and lifted one shoulder. 

Eventually Kili handed off the laptop and someone else selected a movie and Nori hooked the computer up to a projector while Kili claimed one of the armchairs.

Someone had dimmed the lights and Kili had ended up sitting in an armchair that had a bit of duct tape near the seam to repair a spot that had frayed from too many hands and drinks resting there. Most of the furniture in the basement were cast offs from various members when they acquired something new and the something old was still in decent condition. None of it matched, most had minor to major repairs, but they were all worn in and comfortable, especially with the abundant throw pillows and fleece blankets that had made there way to the clubhouse over the years. 

In the blue glow of the opening credits Fili perched himself on the arm of Kili’s seat and draped himself over the back of it.

“What are you doing?” Kili whispered. 

“Everywhere else was taken.”

“And the floor is made of lava?”

Fili shrugged. 

Kili tried to focus on the movie, something was exploding, but he was distracted by Fili’s fidgeting. And then Fili poked him in the ribs. 

“Hey!”

Someone shushed him. 

Kili reached up and poked Fili somewhere near the armpit. 

Fili squawked and almost slid off the back of the chair onto Kili. He righted himself before he launched a tickle campaign that had Kili gasping for breath.

“Jesus, get a room,” Nori snapped. 

Fili stopped and said something back. But Kili was too busy trying to breath and overly aware of his reddening cheeks to catch what was said. He pressed the back of his hands to his cheeks to cool them. 

Then Fili slid down to squish into the chair alongside Kili.

They were pressed together tightly, thighs, hips, sides, shoulders. Fili draped his arm over the back of the chair behind Kili. It made the seating arrangement more comfortable, but expanded their points of contact. 

Any hope Kili had for actually understanding what was happening in the movie was long gone. And he had to actively focus on controlling his physical reaction with Fili adjusted and draped one of his legs over Kili’s. Neither of them moved when the lights came on. Kili struggled to focus on the conversation when he was surrounded by the smell of Fili and could feel Fili’s body heat emanating from each place they were touching. 

“What should we do now?”

There was some half-hearted suggestions for more movies, Emily suggested RISK but that was quickly shot down on account of the time. 

“What about Sardines?” Gimli suggested.

There was an altogether positive reaction to that option. 

“Who’s it first?” someone asked. 

“Oldest!” Nori said.

“Youngest!” Gimli shot back.

“Come on!” Fili grabbed Kili’s hand and pulled him up from the chair. And he did not let go once Kili was standing. He dragged Kili towards the stairs to follow the rest of the group that was pounding up the steps. 

“Let me get my jacket!” Kili protested. Only then did Fili release Kili’s hand. His palm was warm and damp from where they had been touching. Kili regretting his forethought for a second, but grabbed his jacket anyway. Fili waited on the bottom step. 

“Ready?”

“Always,” Kili shot back. “You’re not the greatest hider.”

“We’ll see,” Fili smirked. 

There was far more giggling and shoving than normal on account of the alcohol they had consumed. It came out to only half a can per person (some having more and some having a bit less), so it was really just an excuse to be more boisterous than normal. They were talking loudly, pushing up against each other, laughing at anything and everything. 

“So who’s going to collect the sticks?” Fili asked.

“Who can we trust not to cheat?”

“Definitely not Nori,” Ori said.

Nori caught Ori around the neck and gave him a good natured head rub that left his red hair standing on end. “It can’t be Ori then,” Nori said. “He will take the last piece of cake and lie about it.”

“That was one time! And I really did forget that I ate it!”

“Gimli?” Kili suggested. 

“Any objections or dirty laundry that you’d like to air about your dearest baby brother?” Nori asked.

Gimli elbowed Nori who dodged it expertly.

“Well…” Emily dragged out the word.

“Don’t you dare,” Gimli threatened. 

“What’s this?” Kili asked. “Gimli has done something he shouldn’t?”

Emily smiled sweetly, “I can’t think of anything at the moment.”

Gimli was dispatched to gather sticks and break them off so that one was half the length of the others. 

“So where are you going to hide?” Fili asked when they all drifted into little group conversations.

“Like I’d tell you,” Kili teased.

“I’ll tell you where I’m hiding,” Fili replied.

“Why would—” Kili started to ask, but then Gimli was back with a fistful of sticks. 

Nori reached for a stick but Fili bated his hand away. “There should be a system for who draws first.”

“Oldest to youngest,” Nori answered automatically. 

“Who won last time?” Gimli asked, but no one could remember. 

Emily had a suggestion, “How about the next person to have a birthday draws first and then we go clockwise from there?” 

Each person held up their stick once it was drawn, comparing them.

“Are you sure you made one shorter than the rest?” Nori asked skeptically.

Gimli was defensive, “Yes!”

When it was Kili’s turn his stick was obviously shorter than everyone elses.

“See!” Gimli said. 

Nori set a timer on his watch for five minutes and then everyone except Kili went back inside to wait while Kili found a place to hide. 

Kili stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked around the club house considering his options. They had played this game often and most of them knew the regular hiding place. Ori liked to hide in the copse of pine trees, Gimli near the building, but Kili did not have a regular spot because (1) that made the game to easy for those who played together regularly and (2) it ignored different weather conditions. If it was raining he would want to be somewhere with at least a little bit of cover. Tonight he walked into a field of tall grass. As he walked he trailed his hand along the tops of the grass. He considered just laying down in the grass and just having the others stumble upon him, literally. But then he encountered a stone wall that he did not remember. He climbed over it and sat down, leaning his back against the stone.

The wall was far enough away from the club house that the light did not reach him, but it was still close enough that he heard the door bang open followed by everyone trooping out into the darkness to find him. There was shouting and laughing at first, but eventually silence took hold as they broke apart to hunt for him. 

Kili pulled the hood over his ears and settled in to wait. 

He heard footsteps and swooshing of the grass a couple of times, but then they turned away, missing him entirely.

“There you are!” Fili said quietly when he looked over the wall. 

Kili tipped his head back to look at Fili. “You’re the first.”

Fili grinned. “Yes!” Then he clambered over the wall and lay down in the grass. 

“How long has it been?” 

“Maybe ten minutes,” Fili said.

“Hmm. How long’s our longest game lasted?” 

Fili shrugged.

Kili looked over the wall to see if he could spot the others.

“It could be a while,” Fili said. “Most of them were up by the club house.”

“Darn,” Kili said, turning back to Fili. He considered a moment and then stretched out in the grass beside Fili.

“Yeah.”

Occasionally they could hear laughter and yelling from a distance, but no one even came close to Kili’s hiding spot.

“I almost didn’t come back here,” Fili said quietly, so as to not attract the attention of the others.

“Oh?”

“I just had a feeling.”

“Must have been a good one.”

“KILI!!” Someone shouted. “WE GIVE UP!”

Kili and Fili looked at each other in the dark. Neither of them stand or say anything.

“WE’RE GOING INSIDE!”

“WE’RE GOING TO LOCK THE DOOR!” Nori threatened. This is followed by the distinct sound of scolding.

“KILI?” they shouted again when there is still no reply from him.

Then Fili grinned at Kili, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

“Don’t—” Kili started. 

“KILI?” Fili shouted so loudly that Kili jumped even though he suspected what was coming.

“Shush!” Kili hissed, elbowing Fili. 

“KILI!” Fili shouted again laughing. 

Kili rolled over and covered Fili’s mouth with his hand. “Be quiet!”he hissed.

They stared at each other for a moment, listening to the others. 

Kili jumped, startled when Fili half bit, half licked Kili’s hand. “You dick!” he swore in surprise. He pulled his hand back to pull the cuff of his sweatshirt down over his hand. Fili took advantage of Kili’s distraction to sit up, dislodging Kili.

“No,” Kili tackled Fili to the ground and they tussled until Kili had his hand over Fili’s mouth again. But this time instead of Kili lying beside Fili he is half laying on top of Fili. Their chests pressed together. Kili can feel each breath that Fili takes. 

The others are still talking.

“Where’s Fili?”

“He probably found Kili. Bastards,” Nori grumbles.

“NO BEER FOR YOU GUYS!” one of the girls that Kili does not know very well shouts. There was more laughter. 

The door clatters against the frame. Then there is silence. 

Kili pulls his hand away slowly. Otherwise he does not move. They stare at each other. And Kili becomes increasingly aware of every molecule of his body, the rough ground beneath his knees, the annoying twist of his hoodie from their grappling, the damp spot on the cuff from Fili’s mouth.

Fili’s mouth.

Kili was never able to figure out which one of them moved first. The tension bled out of his body when their lips touched. A hesitant touch, a question. And then a firmer press. It was warmer than Kili had expected and far better than he had imagined while laying in his bed late at night. Then Fili’s tongue was on his lip, then in his mouth. 

Kili groaned. And he moved to a more comfortable position without breaking away from Fili. Fili sat up, wrapping his arms around Kili’s waist. Kili ended up straddling Fili’s lap. He had his hands in Fili’s hair. 

When they finally broke apart Kili was gasping for breath. And then as he came down from the high he became overly aware that their hips were pressed together. Kili looked down between their bodies.

“Okay?” Fili asked.

Kili moved his focus to Fili’s face. He brushed his nose against Fili’s. Then kissed the tip of Fili’s nose, before kissing him on the lips. “I’m okay. You?”

Fili nodded.

“I’ve been thinking about that for a while,” Kili admitted in a whisper.

Fili smirked. “You have?”

Kili furrowed his brows, “Yes.”

Fili’s smile widened and then he flipped them so that Kili was beneath him.

It was late when Fili finally dropped Kili off. Kili wanted to stay in the car with Fili. He worried that if he went inside his house, crawled into his bed, and went to sleep that he would wake up to find that it had all been a dream. But he dared not linger too long, because there was a chance that his father would come check on them.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Fili said after the last kiss.

Kili nodded.

“Don’t think about it too much.”

“Okay,” Kili nodded again. He started to get out of the car, but ducked back into to kiss Fili one more time.

A few minutes later Kili got into bed wearing a pair of sweatpants and that old hoodie that now had another memory to its name and smelled of Fili.

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Voyage into the Unknown Pt.5

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It was an early start for the company the following morning, Thoirn wanted us out of town by lunchtime. “You will accompany me, and I shall purchase your travelling items” Thorin states, throwing on his armless fur coat over his armour. I finish getting ready, throwing on my denim jacket, and walk with him down the stairs and outside to meet up with the rest of the company. The dwarves turn to greet us, well, Thorin mostly. “I will be acquiring the appropriate gear and attire for Y/n today, the rest of you, stock up on food, we meet by the gate at high noon” Thorin explains to the group who nod along before dispersing, except for Fili and Kili who make their way over. Looking over at Thorin panicked, I coughed, gaining his attention away from talking to Gandalf. I shoot him a pointed look and tilt my head towards his nephews. He seems to catch the point, stepping around me and between his nephews and I. Thorin has a quiet conversation with them before they look over and nod, before turning around and walking off. Thorin returns to my side  “What did you tell them?” I ask. He glances at me briefly “You need not worry yourself, come, let’s get your supplies” He briskly walks away not waiting for me to catch up. Groaning, I chase after him. The streets bustle with people on their way to work. Vendors line the streets with stands of food, spices, linens, and other miscellaneous products. I catch up to Thorin as he struts over to a store with a hanging sign in front, ‘Tailor’ it reads. ‘Damn his little legs move fast’ I think to myself. 

Thorin holds open the door as I enter, a young looking girl no older than sixteen sits at the counter “Morning young masters, what can we do for you?” she smiles “She needs to be fitted for two tunics, preferably linen” The young girl nods “Aye we can do that, and just what colour would the lady prefer?” she jots down some notes in a small leather-bound book. “Uh, grey or blue I suppose?” I look at Thorin who shrugs in response. “Mmh Hmm” The girl hums jotting something down, “Alright Miss, this way, we’ll get your sorted in no time, your husband can sit outside” she calls over her shoulder at Thorin, as she whisks me away into the back of the store. Through some draped curtains, is a sectioned off room with a stool in the middle, and a table with an assortment of sewing equipment off to the side. “Well, go on, stand up there” She says impatiently, and I quickly hop up. “You haven’t done this before have you?” She asks, “What gives you that impression?” I question her, “Your silly clothes” She says like its obvious, as she begins to take my measurements, around my arms, waist, bust, and neck. The girl flurries around the room, measuring, taking notes, walking in and out the room, and grabbing different fabrics, before she finally settles on something she likes. “It’ll only take a jiffy to sew these up for you” She says looking at me expectantly. “Uh-” I stutter. “That means you can go now, come back later” She smiles awkwardly. I nod and hurry thorough the curtains and out the store, Thorin leaning up against the wall outside. “How did it go?” he asks standing up fully, “She said to come back in a ‘jiffy’” He nods. “Let’s get your other items, then we’ll return here” He says leading the way. Following behind him again we wander from store to store. He buys me a short brown leather cloak, with a fur lining, a pair of leather arm bracers, leather and fur boot covers, a brown belt with both a sword sheath, with a sword of course, and a small matching pouch, the tailored shirt, and thick cotton trousers. Thorin also buys me some miscellaneous items for the journey. "These aren't Dwarvish make but they'll have to do" He hands me off the items "Because Dwarvish is better?" I ask shoving the stuff into my pack. He gives me a look "Of course it is".

Walking back though the market and towards the front gate, the company stands around idly chatting with one another. Once arriving at the group, Thorin walks over to Dwalin and Balin and I join Bilbo. “Morning mate” I smiled at him. Bilbo looks up at me “Good evening actually- goodness what happened to your face?” He whispered panicked, “Nothing. It happened last night” I shush him. Bilbo looks shocked “Did Thorin-” He hesitates to continue, covering his mouth with his hand, “Gosh no, I- ran into trouble last night, but I’m fine really” My answer doesn’t seem to put him at any ease. Luckily though, Thorin calls for the company to move out before Bilbo can mother me any more.

The company mounts their ponies, and I my new full sized horse I affectionately named Minnie, as she was black and white. Trotting away from the town, I continue to make small talk with Bilbo throughout the rest of the day, avoiding the dwarves so as not to let them see my bruised face. ‘Don’t need to give these old farts an extra reason not to like me’. 

Despite Thorins’ generosity it’s obvious that they’re not convinced I’m capable of contributing anything worthwhile to this journey. The mens’ constant 'check ins' over the last nine days makes this painfully obvious. However nice it is to be looked out for, these men still think I’m useless, and it is beginning to wear on my nerves.

Thorin stops the company in a small clearing, next to a slow dribbling waterfall. “We make camp here for the night” He calls out. Groans can be heard from the  men as they dismount their ponies and tie them to some trees. Gloin and Oin wander off to collect firewood, Bomber, Bofur, and Ori prepare dinner, Nori and Dori tend to the horses, Bifur and Dwalin attempting to catch some fish, Fili and Kili attempting to hunt some rabbits, and Balin, Thorin and Gandalf ruminate over the map, leaving Bilbo and I to do nothing.

I huff in frustration, 'I won't be useless' I think, trekking over to Thorin “I want something to do” I interrupt their conversation, the old men turning to look at me in surprise. “No” Thorin responds shortly. “Thorin, I refuse to be useless” I argue. “How about you tend to the ponies lass?” Balin says, hoping to defuse the situation. “No, she needs to rest” Thorin repeats firmly in his decision. “More than the rest of us Thorin?” Balin questions. Fed up, I flick the hair from my face and tuck it behind my ear, Balin finally piecing it together “Oh Thorin, she won’t break” He chides him “Go on lass, find a way to help out ” he smiles warmly at me. I smile back, and prance away towards the ponies, finally happy to be taken seriously.

Meanwhile, Balin gives Thorin a very pointed look “What happened to her face?”. Thorin sighs “She was confronted by some Wild-men last night” he explains “She apparently dealt with it herself”. Thorin wasn’t just upset by her injury, a woman under his watch is his responsibility. Whether or not he wanted her there, she was his concern now and she deserved more respect and care whilst amongst the men. At Least that’s what Thorin believed. “Just because she got hurt doesn’t mean she’s helpless” Balin lectures him “Mahal knows you earned a bruise or two from battle” he chuckles to himself much to Thorin's dismay. “She is not like us, the race of men is soft”, Balin looks at him knowingly “You might just be surprised by her” he suggests, knowing just how difficult he is to impress and stubborn Thorin can be.

After feeding, brushing, and watering the ponies Bofur calls out for dinner. Rabbit stew, made from the catch Fili and Kili brought back. Sitting down by Bilbo I patiently wait my turn, wooden bowl in hand “Here, let me wait for you” I look up to Kili extending his open hand “Thank you” I say passing it to him. He grins and wanders off to wait. Bilbo coughs, gaining my attention “If I may comment, I don’t think you should hide things from them” he gives a pointed look “If you were injured would you want them fussing?” I side eye him discreetly. “Point taken” he laughs quietly “Seeing how they coddle you, makes me feel better about how they treat me” I look over at him, clearly agitated. “Really?” I roll my eyes. Kili returns, strutting over confidently holding the two bowls “Here you are my lady” He hands it over before sitting down next to me. I look at Bilbo who stares back awkwardly. I huff and tuck my hair behind my ears, revealing the bruised side of my face. Turning back to Kili, he doesn’t seem to notice as we converse over dinner. Until, he offers to take our bowls to wash, down by the lazy river with Bilbo, “What happened?” He asked, concerned “I’ll tell you later aye?” I reply, smiling gently. He frowns, eyebrows furrowed intensely “As soon as I return” he points at me, before collecting the rest of the bowls from the company and heading down to the river.

After some time Kili and Bilbo return, the rest of the company dispersed, doing their own thing. I lay on my bed-roll looking up at the stars, campfire to my side as Kili approaches with his bag. He sits next to my laying form and sets up his bed-roll an arms length from mine before laying down quietly. A long moment passes before he speaks “What happened last night?” he asks quietly. “Some Wild-men harassed me and the Innkeeper's daughter so I bashed them” I whisper back. Kili reaches over and gently takes my hand “I’m sorry, that happened, I-we should have been there for you” I squeeze his hand in comfort “You can’t always be there, plus I’m a big girl, I can handle myself” I joke. He gives an airy laugh “Yes you are” A moment of silence fills the air. “Did you rough them up good?” He turns to look over at me, and I smile before laughing “I fucked them up so bad”. He lets out a loud chortle “You know I’ve never met a woman that utters such profanities” I smile cheekily “Just part of my culture mate” I state proudly, really emphasizing my Australian accent.

“Is that the outback culture?” he asks “Yes, are you spying on me Master Dwarf?” I joke. Kili laughs sheepishly “I might have questioned Bilbo about you” I squeeze his hand “You could have just asked me” He smiles over at me, the glow from the fire illuminating his face with golden light. His deep brown eyes gleaming, his long flowing hair cascading over his wide shoulders, glittering in the light. His hand is calloused yet gentle as it holds mine, toughened by his laborious training. Kili stares back at me, basking in the warm silence.

Across the fire Thorin sits, watching his youngest nephew chat up their human companion. “How long do you think it will take him to braid her hair?'' His older nephew asks in Khuzdul. “Not long at this rate” he replies. “And you are okay with this?” Fili looks at him questioningly. Thorin gives him a knowing look “Only time will tell if she is his one, and he will need to make that judgement himself” he takes a long puff from his pipe. 

Honestly, Thorin wasn’t sure which one of them was more oblivious to their own budding feelings at this point. Fili hums in thought, the two smitten adults across the fire continue to talk amongst themselves, holding hands, until they eventually fall asleep next to each other.

Master List Pt.4 - Pt.5 - Pt.6

#fili and kili #kili durin #kili x reader #the company of thorin oakenshield #the company x reader #the hobbit #thorin

[enchantingkryptoniteheart-blog]

Chapter 4

She fought against the guards as they half carried, half dragged her through corridors. She growled and cursed under her breath; teeth clenched in self-loathing. She had failed miserably, and just landed herself in even hotter water than before. She should've been shocked at the complexity of Erebor. Its caverns were enormous. Her mind was foggy at best, probably due to her injuries and exhaustion she had battling the past few months.

Dwarves looked on with wide eyes as they parted, allowing the feral looking woman to be dragged along as she kicked, shook and growled menacingly. Her white-blonde hair was free flowing and wild in untamed curls, her pale skin despite the bruising was pink with the exertion of her recent acrobatics. Her stunning eyes were bright and flashing as she looked around her, trying in vain to find another venue to escape. She knew in her gut escape was not going to be possible this time, and that she most likely blew it. She was going to have to improvise.

The king and his company were further ahead of her and her increasingly frustrated escorts. She couldn't help but scowl at his back. She knew of these dwarf kings that ruled in Arda; and was warned repeatedly on the knees of her father and grandfather before him to not trust and avoid at all costs. They only cared for their own, giving no mind to what lay outside of their kingdoms. They feared the unknown, and resented change and other races. If they knew how her people, let alone her ancestors survived the strife and war, they would be hunted down and eradicated, like a blight to be erased from both dwarf and elf kind. From what she had heard briefly in the infirmary, they had already correctly guessed where her home was, which prompted her rash escape plan. These dwarves were not dumb, unlike some of the others she had stumbled across in her travels.

She was broken out of her inner musings as huge carved doors opened before them and she was led into a vast room. She couldn't help her eyes going wide, mouth agape with awe at the raw beauty and majesty of the throne room.

"Did you send word for Balin, Gloin and Nori to meet us?" Thorin's deep voice thundered around in the vastness of the throne room, making her situation all the more daunting. But she was determined to not let her fear show.

“Bifur and Oin are fetching them now." Dwalin answered curtly, as he kept a suspicious eye on their prisoner. Bofur stood with his arms crossed over his chest as he studied her with his keen eyes while Fili and Kili stood on either side of their uncle, their gazes mixed with fascination and respect. Thorin was aware how they looked at her, he couldn't blame them. She was truly an amazing sight to behold, her fiery spirit undeniable and exotic features were nearly impossible to ignore. He dismissed the guards with a nod of his head. "Leave us."

They nodded in reverence then turned and quickly walked out of the throne room, just in time for rest of Thorin's companions to join them. The sound of brisk, heavy footsteps could be heard over the sound of doors closing heavily.

“Durin's beard! All of Erebor is humming about this young lady's stunts." Nori chuckled in amusement as they approached.

"This little lass?" Gloin couldn't contain his surprise.

Balin's white bushy eyebrows were raised as he looked down at her as he stood in-between Dwalin and Fili. Despite being on her knees, her back was ramrod straight, her head held up proud and her expression one of fearless defiance, despite her hands being bound behind her back. "What is your name lass?" He asked, his tone kind as if they were meeting under more agreeable circumstances.

Her nose flared as she breathed in, trying hard to disguise the pain she felt from her screaming ribs. "Come now lass." Balin pleaded as he took a step towards her. "Your name please."

Her defiant gaze was aimed past Thorin's shoulder, towards the imposing throne that sat just beyond them all. But the kindness of the old dwarf's voice made her heart ache unexpectedly, he reminded her of her grandfather. 'Aule I miss him.' She pushed down the sudden emotion by swallowing and talking another pained breath through her nose. Her hopeless situation was starting to weigh in around her. "Mistlynn." Despite her voice cracking emotion, it was melodic yet strong.

Balin nodded encouragingly and smiled. "Mistlynn. Such a beautiful name. Now, why did you run?"

Mistlynn looked at him, her defiant expression returning quickly. "I didn't ask to be brought back here."

The dwarves surrounding her raised their eyebrows in surprise as Thorin laughed humorlessly. "You were in no state to ask for anything when we came to your aid."

"I had it under control I didn't need your rescuing." She spat back, her eyes flashing in anger.

Kili shot his uncle a look of surprised irritation. "You would've died if we hadn't stepped in." Kili protested, trying to not let his hurt feelings show.

"And you shouldn't have interfered with my fate!" Her shout echoed around them, taking them all aback with her complete disregard for her life.

"Now, now lass…" Balin dared to step closer to her and bent down slightly to meet her eyes. "There is no need for this hostility. My king, in good conscience, could not let those orcs kill you. You are in his kingdom, and you fall under his protection and all orcs are to be killed on sight."

"He didn't tell me he was a king." She growled, shooting Thorin an accusing glare.

"At that moment I didn't think it necessary for such introductions." Thorin shot back, "Despite all of that you have no right to repay our hospitality with such blatant disregard. I forgave you holding a knife to my throat, but you also did it to my heir for no reason! You were not being held hostage, but you were a guest being seen to by our best healer!"

Mistlynn's jaw clenched as she trembled at the fierceness of his voice. "All your actions have done is further provoke my suspicions of your presence here in my lands."

"I was simply passing through. The orcs ambushed me." She sniffed, her gaze turning to the floor in front of her, not looking forward to the interrogation she knew was inevitable.

“I know you are not native to any of our neighboring dwarven kingdoms." Thorin growled as he stepped forward to stand alongside Balin, who was looking at the girl in concern. "So, tell me, what is a solitary dwarrowdam from the Northern Wastes doing this far West?"

"What makes you think I'm from the Northern Wastes, MY Lord?" She drawled mockingly, not happy her suspicions of them guessing her homeland were spot on.

Thorin smirked as he pulled her shoulder guard from his inner coat pocket and tossed it to the ground in front of her. "I know what dragon scales look like. And judging by the color and feel of the scales on your armor, it's from a Frost Drake; known only to exist in the Northern Wastes."

"I am no longer a part of any kingdom, so the reasonings behind my wanderings are of no concern of yours."

"I find that very odd indeed." Thorin growled as he started to circle her. "What do you think Master Nori? Doesn't that sound like what a spy would say?"

Nori stroked his cinnamon beard with feigned contemplation. "Certainly does, my King. Her kingdom could very well be trying to get some intel on our strengths and weaknesses."

"I told you! I have no ties to any kingdom!" Mistlynn snapped impatiently.

“And why is that?" Thorin pressed. "Should I attempt to send a raven? Reach out to this unknown kingdom of yours and ask about your wanderings and supposed innocent intentions?"

“No! Don't! You can't!" Her tone became desperate.

Thorin smirked again, catching Balin's intrigued gaze. He stopped again in front of her and bent down, so that he was eye level with her. "You better give me one good reason why I shouldn't."

Mistlynn held her breath at Thorin's closeness. The pull she felt towards him was aggravating to say the least. She should feel nothing but disdain but found it hard to keep up her callous disposition towards him. She was literally at his mercy, but despite that she didn't have the feeling she was in any real danger. She looked up into his eyes, sea green crashing into the depths of cerulean blue. She let out the breath she was holding, in turn allowing some of her defense to slip. "I left of my own accord. I failed my prince. I failed my family. I couldn't stay. My only option was exile."

Thorin held her gaze, seeing for himself the deep seeded pain that churned within. He was shocked to find he knew her sadness all too well.

"Pretty serious to be exiled from your kingdom. Especially a dwarrowdam." Nori mused aloud, Gloin nodding in agreement as they studied her.

"I am a warrior." Mistlynn growled defensively. "Doesn't matter my gender, I failed to uphold my oath." She broke eye contact with the king, her eyes cast down once again to the floor in front of her.

Thorin continued to study her for a moment, his brow furrowed in skepticism. "Leave us." He bellowed firmly.

His companions looked at one another in concern before they started to file out. Mistlynn attempted to swallow her nerves as Thorin stood up, his eyes not once leaving her form.

"Ive never seen a mere warrior with such weaponry or armor. The manner in which your family crest is displayed speaks of nobility." He mused aloud, as if he was talking to himself. "Tell me, are you the heir or the spare?"

She could feel his icy eyes boring into her. She felt numb. There was no way she was this obvious. She didn't act like a princess! Did she? She forced a mocking laugh. "Neither." She scoffed, still refusing to meet his gaze.

Thorin smirked. He had her right where he wanted her, and he was starting to enjoy it immensely. "Your weapons are of superior quality, and your house crest is that of the highest nobility. Being raised as an heir to the throne of Erebor I was taught to recognize the intricacies of a noble house crest."

He kneeled before her, still smirking as he took her chin in his grasp to force her to look up, once again capturing her eyes with his. "Now I am going to ask you again, and I highly recommend that you don't lie to me this time about your lineage. Otherwise, I'll take your lies as confirmation of you being a spy with nefarious intent."

She couldn't help the shudder that ran down her spine as she was forced to look into his icy eyes. The sensation she felt trickling down her spine was not of fear but of a sensation she had yet to experience. She felt her cheeks flush as her lungs seized in her chest. The unnerving pull she felt as she looked at him made her want to run her dagger thru him and flee but also spill all her darkest fears and become one with him all at once. The cascade of emotions and feelings she had never experienced made her voice silent as she tried to speak, she found no words could be uttered from her mouth.

As the moments passed, she felt as though she had no choice but to admit to her true linage but before she could speak Thorin's grasp upon her chin became tighter as he drew their faces closer together.

“M'eudail" he said, not to inspire fear from her but more of a commanding yet pleasing tone "I'm not used to being made to wait on others, for I am the King and I have commanded an explanation, what say you?"

She drew a long breath before succumbing to her fate and uttered the simple word through her gritted teeth. "Spare."

Thorin's brow arched as a grin slowly crept across his face. "That was easier than anticipated."

The realization of his deceit fell upon her "That was a bluff? You lied!"

Thorin chuckled silently "Why of course, I barely know your name and your heritage let alone who you would actually be." He looked upon her with a look that pierced into the deepest parts of her body, a feeling that caused great unease and desire all at once "Although I was not lying when I said that the quality of your armor and the details of your crest led one to believe you are more than that of a simple nobleman or farmers daughter."

His lie should have made the anger inside consume her but quite the opposite happened; she felt the feeling of admiration and longing. She quickly brushed the feelings aside straightening her spine trying to pull from his grasp causing Thorin's grip to tighten, leading her to believe that the mark of his touch would linger for days after.

She found herself longing for his lips to touch hers causing the unease inside her to dwindle but all too soon Thorin released his grip from her face and turned his back to her walking away leaving her longing for the absence of his touch. She had remembered the stories of an ancient bond between dwarves known as finding you're 'One'. She, of course, had never seen nor experienced this sensation as the draw to one's soul mate had long died out with the combining of Elves and Dwarves over the centuries. Could this be that? No, it cannot be, such things are only that of night tales for children, a way to send them off to a peaceful slumber filled with happy dreams. She shook the thought from her head realizing the precariousness of her situation and the need to escape the confines of this kingdom as soon as she was able.

#erebor #hobbit thorin oakenshield #fili durin #balin #hobbit thorin oakenshield x oc fanfiction #kili durin #thorin and company #thorin durin #thorin fanfiction #thorin oakenshield #dis durin #the hobbit trilogy #hobbit fanfic #alternate universe

[justjbeboriginalo]

Don't Die This Time

Kili Fanfic

Kili meets a girl who has to go along on their quest on Gandalf's request. The girl captures his attention from the first time they meet and they grow to love each other over the course of the quest.

Pairing: Kili x OC female who can control natural elements

Chapter 6: Pain Part 2

Warnings: Death (orcs)

Gaia walks behind Dwalin with the town’s people surrounding them. Her eyes dart to Kili who is limping behind her with Fili short on his heels.

How are they going to reclaim Erebor when Kili can barely walk on his own?

She hears a soft groan from Kili and reaches her hand out to his. She feels around for his hand and takes his hand, walking slower in order for Kili to catch up. The hidden flower attached to his pants causes her to avert her gaze quickly.

The blackened flower does nothing to ease her worries.

The cheers of the crowd boom in her ears, but she keeps her attention on Kili’s pale features. She never noticed his eyes were such a dark brown, but it could perhaps be the paleness that accentuated them.

“Kili, are you sure?” Gaia asks, her voice mostly muffled by the cheering of the crowd. Kili gives a nod, but she knows he is in a lot of pain.

When they were together in the barrel, she felt his cold hands in her own. It was then that she knew how much trouble he truly was in.

She tried everything to get the poison from his blood, but she needs more time. It takes all her energy and strength when she performs her healing ritual which she picked up from the elves.

Kili did not want to risk her depleting her powers as they might still have to face Smaug. Gaia can only hope that Thorin does not allow Kili to continue with the quest. Fili would most likely also stay behind.

As the company makes their way onto the boat, Thorin stops Kili from getting on the boat. Some hope flickers across Gaia’s features as she knows that she will be able to help Kili once he can rest.

“Not you,“ Thorin says with his hand blocking Kili from getting into the boat. “We must travel at speed. You will slow us down.” Kili’s hand slips from Gaia’s. She can feel Kili’s heart breaking at Thorin’s words, aware of the importance of this quest to the King’s nephews.

“What are you talking about? I’m coming with you,” Kili argues back, an oblivious smile decorating his features.

“Not now.”

The realization hits Kili and the smile fades. How can he not continue this quest? This is what he has trained for his whole life. This is what he had lived for.

“I’m going to be there when that door is opened.” Kili’s voice is filled with despair. “When we first look upon the Halls of our Fathers, Thorin.”

Gaia steps forward with her eyes trained on Thorin. Thorin gives her a knowing look before he turns his attention back to his nephew.

“Kili, stay here. Rest,” Thorin says with sympathy, his hand cupping the back of Kili’s head. Anguish flickers across Kili’s eyes while he looks into Thorin’s eyes.

Kili hesitates a moment before he trudges back to where the company waited for the boat. Oin gets out of the boat and walks to Kili.

“My duty lays with the wounded,” he says with honor and Gaia bows her head to him when he passes her. Perhaps he can be of assistance when she heals Kili.

Gaia starts backward towards Kili, watching Fili arguing with his uncle. After a short discussion, Fili walks to them to be with his brother.

“You should go,” Kili’s voice is low, the pain evident in his tone. His eyes bore into Gaia’s, pleading for her to leave. “I do not want you to see me like this.”

Gaia takes his hand again and her free hand moves to his cheek. She rubs her thumb soothingly in circles on his cheek, a warm smile appearing on her face.

“I am not going anywhere.” Gaia gives his hand a gentle squeeze before she turns to the front to watch the company sail to the mountain. She feels Kili’s hand trying to give her hand a comforting squeeze, but he is too weak. His hand almost slips from hers again.

The Master of Lake Town starts bidding his goodbye to the company as the trumpets play and the people cheer. Gaia glances at Kili and notices the sorrow as he watches the boat leave him behind. At least Fili stayed behind with his brother.

“Ah. So you missed the boat as well?” Bofur asks. Gaia furrows her brows at him. Bilbo had asked where Bofur was, but she assumed he was amongst the company. It seems he overslept.

Gaia lets out a laugh, but Fili’s panicked calls to Kili force her to focus on Kili instead.

Oh no.

Kili is unable to stay upright and Oin along with Fili holds him up. Gaia did not think that it was possible, but Kili appears to be even paler than before. He is in dire need of help.

Bofur and Fili support Kili, looking around at someone who might be of assistance.

“The Master,” Gaia says, gesturing for them to follow her. She hurries to where he resides, making a path along the way to ease the journey of Bofur and Fili with Kili.

“There.” Gaia dodges a few people and finally emerges from the crowd.

“Please wait,” Fili shouts, forcing the Master to turn to them. “Please. We need your help,” Fili pleads. “My brother is sick.”

“Sick? Is it infectious? Get back,” the Master demands, waving his hand for them to move as far away from his as possible.

Gaia stares in disbelief at the revolting man at the top of the stairs. How can Man be like this? They do not care for anyone other than themselves. Nothing new, she supposes.

“Please, we need medicine,” Oin says, stepping forward. His tone is desperate and Gaia is aware that Kili needs immediate intervention. Or else he might not make it.

Alfrid tells them to leave the Master alone before they head back into the Hall. How are they supposed to heal Kili without any medicine?

Gaia needs certain herbs and plants to be able to perform her healing, but without them, she fears she might not be successful.

The guards push them, forcing them away from the only help there might be in this forsaken town.

Gaia chews the inside of her cheek, trying to think of any other person who might be able to help them.

“Bard,” she says to Bofur, her tone without hope. Will he be able to help them?

Gaia fights off the Orcs, using a wooden stick. She focuses on the tricks Kili taught her during their journey together and manages to sweep an orc off his feet. She turns and kicks an oncoming orc, causing the orc to fall backward.

A shout from Kili catches her attention and she spins around, trying to locate him. She runs to where Kili was before Orcs attacked them.

An Orc charges at her and nearly knocks her off her feet. She uses the wooden stick with all her strength to impale the orc. The orc coughs black ooze out, sinking to his knees before falling to the ground.

“Kili,” Gaia shouts, trying to find him. She hears a pained moan and follows the sound. “Kili.” She crouches down next to Kili as her hands move to the open wound. The poison has caused the flesh to turn black around the wound on his thigh.

“Kili, stay with me,” she whispers, forcing him up. His shouts pierce her heart and she feels a tear sting her cheek.

The Orcs retreat and Oin hurriedly makes his way over to Kili. Fili helps Bard’s children out of their hiding spots before he also walks to where Kili is laying on the table.

“We’re losing him.” Oin’s voice is panicked. Gaia cups Kili’s face, feeling the life leaving him. Gaia racks her brain, trying to remember a plant that she might find here. Her eyes shoot to the door as she remembers.

“Atholos.” Gaia gets up as fast as she is able before she swiftly runs out of the house. She guides the stairs to move with her and she lands on a platform below the house. Her feet search for the vibrations of livestock and it leads her to a nearby coop.

Pigs.

Of course. The humans see it as a weed.

Gaia grabs a handful of the plant and uses the wood to carry her back to Bard’s house. She falls through the window, rolling to break her fall. She forces her body to stand up and rushes to Kili.

“Ah, yes. Of course,” Oin says, giving her a quick smile. She places the plant on Kili’s wound which only worsens Kili’s pain. He cries out in agony and Gaia knows that she needs to save him. It might be too late. Damn those Orcs.

Gaia closes her eyes, shutting out all the noise. Especially Kili’s shouts of anguish. She goes back to her days when she lived with the Elves after she escaped Sauron.

They took her in after the war between Sauron and Elves, Men, and Dwarves. Everyone came together to prevent Sauron from taking over Middle Earth. She was created to destroy the enemy.

Sauron created her.

She cannot remember much from her early days, but she knows that she could never kill anyone. Except for the Orcs.

The words start flowing out of her heart. Her hands tighten around Kili’s thigh while her healing incantation courses through the air, embracing Kili.

Evil was used to bring her to this world and she thought that she would never escape its grip on her.

She managed to escape Sauron’s hold on her and fled. The Elves found her and decided to grant her shelter. They found out about her origins and threatened to kill her, but Elrond saved her from that cruel fate. He taught her how to use her powers and how to control the elements. He knew how powerful she truly was when she knew of nothing.

Gaia feels the energy of Earth rushing through her into Kili’s wound. The house trembles at the power of the healing chant and this causes the children to scream.

After Elrond had taught her the fundamentals of her power and where she came from, Gandalf showed up. Gandalf helped her to remember how she came into this world.

She was trained to kill the Elves and Men since they were the biggest threat to Sauron. Thus, Sauron made her smaller than humans to cause confusion. How can something so much smaller than Men and Elves cause such destruction? Still taller than dwarves.

She trained by killing the Orcs who were the weakest of them all and slowly moved up the ranks. It was always easy to kill Orcs.

When she was assigned her first mission, she had to kill a group of men who had managed to sneak past their defenses.

After she had killed the first man, she thought she was dying. She did not know what was wrong with her, but it felt as if her soul was ripped from her.

That was when she realized that Sauron was evil and that she had to get away. So she fled.

Kili stares at Gaia, watching as she transforms into another being. A being of pure energy. There is a dark glow emanating from her.

He cannot help but gawk at the strange and almost intoxicating beauty of Gaia. He has never seen such a being. She is ethereal.

The glow only darkens and he notices her veins turning black. It seems like she is absorbing the poison from him.

Gaia inhales deeply, allowing the poison to travel through her. She was made from malevolence, so she is able to absorb pure evil energy.

When she traveled with Gandalf throughout Middle Earth, she learned everything about the forests and lands. She knew what her true purpose was.

She needed to heal the lands after the war.

Gaia slightly opens her eyes to look at Kili, who seems to be in some sort of a trance. He is looking at her and she tries to smile at him, but the poison traveling through her does not allow her.

She closes her eyes again and exhales slowly. She cannot mess this up. She cannot lose Kili.

Kili continues to watch Gaia and realizes that the pain is gone. Or perhaps he is dead. Perhaps she came to accompany him into the afterlife. He cannot tell.

All he knows is that she has become much more important to him than he wants to admit. He never felt these feelings before. They only become worse when he is separated from Gaia. And the feelings are stronger when he is with her.

Do not look for something that might not be there.

The way his heart clenches at the thought forces him to close his eyes. Perhaps he is not dead yet. Only time will tell.

Gaia feels Kili relaxing under her touch and she opens her eyes. She inspects him to see whether he passed out or whether he is still awake. His eyes are closed and his breathing is even. It might be better for him to have passed out.

She finishes her incantation and rests her hands on Kili’s thigh. She feels her strength leaving her and her knees almost buckle beneath her. She stumbles to a nearby chair and falls into it, allowing herself to rest.

“Are you all right, lass?” Oin asks, placing his hand against her forehead. She lets out a tired chuckle and waves her hand dismissively.

“I will be.” Oin bows his head to her before he turns his attention to Kili. Fili crouches next to Gaia, his hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice quivering. “You saved my brother’s life. I am forever indebted to you.” Fili inclines his head and Gaia notices a tear sliding down his cheek. She places her hand over his on her shoulder.

“No, Fili. You don’t owe me anything. I’m just relieved we were able to save Kili in time,” Gaia says with a soft smile. Fili nods, humming in agreement.

“He should be fine,” Oin states. Gai flashes a smile at Fili who pulls her in for a hug. She laughs into the embrace, flooded with relief.

Fili lets go of her and heads to his brother. He taps Kili’s chest with a smile before he heads to the kitchen.

“We should get some rest. We leave in the morning.” The other dwarves mutter in agreement as they head to their makeshift beds.

Gaia glances at Kili and decides to rather stay awake. She can rest by his side. She moves her chair closer to Kili before she sits down again. Her hand trails over his wet locks and she lets out a relieved sigh.

She healed him.

She did not lose him.

Gaia takes a strand of Kili’s hair and starts to braid it absentmindedly. She remembers how Gandalf told her about loss and she thought she understood what he meant. The searing pain that she feels every time she sees an animal or man dies. But that was not what Gandalf meant. He meant this.

Losing people you care about more than anything else.

Gaia rests her head on Kili’s arm, sighing. He must know loss. The dwarves of Erebor lost their home. They lost so many to Smaug. They lost everything.

Kili mumbles something and she lifts her head. She sees Kili’s eyes opening, waiting for him to recognize where he is. He continues to mumble, his eyes glued to her.

“Kili, you’re all right. I got the poison out of you. And your wound is closing up. How do you feel?” Gaia asks, her hand cupping his cheek.

Kili mutters something under his breath, but she cannot figure out what he is saying.

“You’re fine,” she whispers to him while she plays with his hair.

Kili’s eyes close again, a soft groan leaving his lips.

Gaia smiles at the peace that settles over the home. She missed this. This calmness. Except for the snoring of the dwarves, but she got used to that.

She stands up and replaces the walnuts that served as a pillow with Bofur’s jacket that was laying around.

“There you go,” she whispers, placing Kili’s head on the jacket. “Night.”

Gaia sits next to Kili, resting her head on her arms. Just one more day, then they will reach Erebor. Then she can . . .

Gaia sighs.

Then what?

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[vee-vee-writes]

They are forbidden in the room (shelves with wine, food😁) where there is little light + the room is cold (Beorn, Legolas, Fili, Kili, Tauriel)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I hope you finally get to enjoy this :) Beorn's blurb is a bit smaller than the others just because I have never written for him before but I hope you like it none the less.

Tauriel

The room was off limits to all but the King but when she had seen the door open Tauriel knew that she had to investigate

She told herself that it was to make sure that all was well with the royals she was sworn to protect but in truth she knew this was a lie

Every elf in the kingdom was curious as to what the King kept behind lock and key

She had thought that perhaps it was a private store of fine wine, his private thoughts, or jewels of great value

What she had not expected was to have come across a shrine to the late Queen of Mirkwood

While there were some Elven delicacies (fine wine and long-lasting foods) littering the shelves around the room, a statute of the lady stood proud in the middle of the room and Tauriel moved closer to take in more of the Queen's face when suddenly the door slammed behind her, snuffing out almost all light

Panicked Tauriel rushed back towards the door, only for the knob to be stuck in place locked

Taking a deep breath Tauriel stepped back to collect herself

She would have to find another way out in the dark

The last thing she wanted was for the King to catch her in here

While Thranduil was typically reasonable, the entirety of the Elven race knew to avoid bringing up his wife around the Elf

However, after hours of searching in the dark she had yet to find a way out

Cold and hungry Tauriel tried not to think of the fineries within feet of her

She was sure that Thranduil would have accounted for anything to be found in the room

Yet within the next hour her stomach had trumped her logic and she found herself scoffing herself with scrumptious bread and guzzling wine as though she would not see the morrow

As she revealed in the warmth spreading within her full belly as the wine began to take effect, she heard a cough interrupt her

Eyes snapping up to the door she found a bemused Legolas perched in the doorway

"Come on then before my father finds you" Legolas mused nodding towards the door.

Fili

Fili was cursing Kili as he found himself trapped in the room - it was cold, dank, and the young prince could hardly see his hand in front of his own face

Convinced that his brother needed a break, Kili had led Fili to the room to show him something then promptly shoved him in and locked the door behind him

Hesitantly walking forward, Fili used his hands to guide himself to a table amid the darkness- looking for anything he could use to escape

Instead, the Prince found a flint and steel and further along an oil lamp which he promptly lit

Now that the room was more illuminated, Fili could see the barrel of ale and feast laid out

While he was still frustrated with his brother, Fili felt his spirits lighten significantly

It had been a while since the darrow had a good drink

So, he served himself, drinking mug upon mug of ale - using the cold as reason for his excessive drinking

Half a barrel in Fili began to panic

Undoubtedly by now Thorin would be looking for him and the last thing he needed was a lecture from his uncle about drunkenness and the responsibilities of an heir

In a bid to somewhat sober himself up he began to scoff handfuls and handfuls of food down his gullet

Surely that would help to absorb some of the alcohol in his system, but he knew his uncle was no fool, he would smell the ale on him

Pacing back and forward Fili began to argue with himself as he reasoned through what would be the best explanation to give Thorin

His thoughts were interrupted by the cackling of his younger brother, "I thought you'd tuck into everything, but I didn't expect you to take it to this extent Fi."

Through the light of the doorway Fili could see the true extent of the mess he had made in his panic

Flushing with embarrassment he grumbled crankily at Kili to help him back to his chambers without Thorin seeing the two of them

Legolas

Rohan was very different from what the Elven Prince had expected

He knew humans tended to be obnoxious, especially after a victory, but he had underestimated the extent

Escaping their madness he wandered the halls of the Kingdom looking for the kitchens

Instead he came across a door with a sign forbidding entry to anyone except for the royal family and their direct servants

Pushing it open Legolas stepped in only for the door to latch closed behind him

Shoving against it with his inhuman strength did little to budge it and he began to make peace with the fact he was stuck until someone came to let him out

He used his elven eyes to adjust to the darkness, scanning his surroundings

A storeroom

Shelves lined with wrapped cakes, breads, and fresh fruits sat neatly on the hanging shelves with the barrels of wine and ale perched beneath them

While he typically wouldn't help himself to someone else's property, Legolas smiled at the thought of having a quiet feast by himself

So he pulled up and empty barrel to perch himself on and loaded up an empty serving dish with delicacies

Finally he poured himself a goblet of wine, inhaling the aroma and guessing at where the wine had originated from

It certainly didn't smell as sweet as Woodland wine but he couldn't rule out that it hadn't come from the likes of Imladris

Settling down Legolas filled himself on his "borrowed" goods, humming to himself in enjoyment as he supped

Eventually, he found a corner to curl up in, drifting off on a full belly in a locked room certainly wasn't the worst situation he had been in

Beorn

The shapeshifter cursed himself at his foolishness, how could he have locked himself in his own storeroom

Contemplating on whether he should smash the door down, he angrily decided not too

He knew that he would only have to fix it the next day and there was a chance that his animals would make themselves at home in there in the meantime

The hobbit and the wizard were due to visit him any day now on their way to visit Erebor, he could stick it out until they made their appearance

Aratar knows that he certainly had plenty of food and wine to keep him well for more than a few days

So, Beorn made himself comfortable, pulling straw and old flour sacks from the corner to shape into a makeshift bed

After he was done, he helped himself to some of the goat’s cheese he had freshly made and wrapped

It was the first time he had attempted to make such a thing, so he deserved to sample it and see how it had turned out

After a few pieces Beorn decided it was good but needed something else with it, a glass of wine maybe?

Bending under the tap of a wine barrel he let the wine flow into his mouth before trying another piece of cheese

It tasted much better this time around and he silently praised himself with a grin

Perhaps waiting in the storeroom for a few days wouldn't be so bad.

Kili

Thorin had strictly forbidden Kili from the storeroom after the incident with Fi

It had only made him more rebellious so when Thorin and Fili were stuck in a small council meeting he had snuck down

What he had not expected was for the door to lock behind him, trapping him inside

"You want to do the opposite of what your uncle says then you can stay the night in there" his mother’s voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Amad please! Let me out, I won't do it again!" Kili pleaded.

Dis said nothing but Kili heard her footsteps fade as she got further away.

The cupboard was cold

He supposed a storeroom was supposed to be so that the food wouldn't go off, but he still cursed bitterly at the cold

Until of course an idea popped into his head

Storerooms typically contained ale

Scrambling around in the dark Kili felt around for any sign of wine barrels

After several minutes of stumbling around in the dark he came across a barrel

Empty

Moving on he found several more empty barrels until he came across a full one

Rebelliously he thought if he was going to be stuck in here for an entire night he may as well enjoy his time

Tilting the barrel to rest against the wall he lay on the floor beneath the tap and lesisurely let the liquid flow down into his mouth as he pleased

While it probably wasn't his smartest idea to get himself locked in the storeroom and the impending lecture from Thorin loomed, Kili was certainly enjoying his time for the moment

After half an hour the young dwarf found that he had drained the first and moved on to his second

But the second he lay back on the ground to resume his drinking after propping the next barrel up he conked out, loud drunken snores escaping his parted lips, drool pooling on the stone floor beneath him

He certainly was a sight to behold when Dis led her brother down to the room to catch his nephew defying his command

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