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must-be-mr-boggins · 1 year
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The Company as things my friends and I have said in our group chat, pt. 1/? :
Bilbo: I like to think of myself as a very calm and reasonable person.
Gandalf: 2 days ago you saw a spider in your bedroom and got so scared you got a rash.
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*that one idiot thinking she can go on an adventure with a gown on*
Gonna write a story about it
That time I got reincarnated in Middle Earth
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theaskywalker · 2 years
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Imagine Fili and Kili entertaining you with stories when the Company camps for the night
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i-am-still-bb · 5 months
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Last January I started working on this challenge. It had a handful of prompts for each month with the goal being to create content for your OTP(s) each month.
I started on January’s prompt (First Kiss) and never finished it. I wrote some for June’s prompt (First Vacation), but didn’t finish.
But I’m nearing the end of January’s prompt fill (currently 3k words) and I mean to carry this challenge over in to next year because I did/do have ideas for almost all the months! Some of them are part of my greater AUs, but some were stand alone ideas, or part of new AUs.
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The Old Gods
This is Day 23 of Fili whumptober!
Warnings:  battle, bodies, prisoner of war, blood 
Word count: 1209
After raiding an orc camp Fili finds a girl chained up and terrified. There something strange about her though. 
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Please refer to the warnings of this story.  If you go past this point you are consenting to reading this content. 
Fili raised his twin swords high above his head and let out a dwarven battle cry that would strike fear into the hearts of any that heard it. His soldiers let out their own cries as they charged around him, chasing down the surviving orcs from the camp they had invaded. The pounding of hooved feet and the clashing of steel on steel echoed around his head as he walked through bodies of orcs and goblins.
It had been months now since the battle of the five armies, and Fili had taken it upon himself to lead whatever troops were willing to run the rest of the creatures off of Ereborin soil and away from their home. Dwarves, Men and Elves alike bowed to his orders now, wanting to rid their homelands from those who would wish to take and slaughter them.
And so he walked, the braids of a high general and prince woven tightly into his blond curls. He gave orders in Khuzdul to burn any structures that might lure the dark creature back to occupy, in Sindarin to round up and calm any livestock that remained and in Common to take stock of numbers and count their kills.
Like the last three camps they had hit, they had sent their enemies running or to their deaths, and after being on the road for almost a week this time, Fili was ready to finally go home. With no snags or setbacks, he would have his troops back home by dawn.
“Prince Fili,” a light voice called out, and the dwarf turned to face Legolas Greenleaf. His armor and hair were immaculate as ever, and the only evidence that he had went to battle at all was the splatter of black blood that stained his pale skin.
“Yes friend? What ails you?”
Legolas’s face went somber, well, as somber as an elf could manage, “We found a prisoner. Human by appearance, but something about her feels… odd. What shall we do with her?”
Fili frowned. He was surprised that an elf would hesitate to free a lass, stranger or not. It was expected for a human perhaps, Fili knew all to well how they treated their woman like they were pieces of coal instead of the greatest of jewels, to be used instead of treasured, but he knew elves to mimic his own kins ways around them.
“Bring me to them,”
Legolas led him through charred ruins and more bodies, Fili’s piecing blue eyes scanning every inch or terrain as they went. Already a group of people had began to crowd.
“Out of the way,” the blond elf barked out, making the crowd back away and allowing Fili to catch a glimpse of the person who created such a scene. When he did, he felt the air leave his lungs.
Tucked away under what was left of a war chariot was a freighted looking human girl. Her clothes were torn and frayed, barely covering her shivering frame. Her hair reached below her thighs, messy and knotted, her skin cut and bruised, but what worried him the most was the thick chain locked around her throat. It wasn’t like orcs to keep their prisoners alive, but it seemed they cared enough to keep her fed if the bowl at her feet was anything to go by.
He crouched down to get a better look at her, finally meeting her eyes and realizing why his elven friend had been hesitant to aid her. Her eyes were an abnormal purple that seemed to flicker and glitter around her pupils and the second they met his, he felt the burn of power under his skin.
“Are you hurt?” he asked her in his common tongue, “May I unchain you?”
He waited for a moment, but her stunning eyes only showed confusion, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly.
“Are you hurt?” he asked again, this time in Sindarin. Still, he was given no response. He tried a few other languages, even his own secret tongue, but the girl simply shook her head and hid herself deeper. He looked around for help, and Legolas tried a few different phrases he didn’t understand, but still the girl didn’t respond.
Fili racked his mind for any other languages he had been taught as a boy, but all he could think off was a fictional language from an old book he had hyper-fixated on as a boy. He snorted to himself at the thought but through out a phase he had memorized.
“Hail to the allies of the old gods,” he spoke poorly, disbelief staining his face as her head snapped up. Her voice was deep but smooth, her accent unrecognizable to his ears, but strangely alluring.
“What do you know of the old gods?” she asked, if he translated correctly that was.
“Oh uh,” he stuttered, not sure were to go from there. It had been a while since he had read the book and only certain words and names would come to mind, “ally,” he said with a gesture to himself.  
She rocked on the balls of her feet for a moment before moving towards him. She made a few sounds he couldn’t understand, but he recognized the words ‘stuck’ and ‘metal’ as she pulled on the chain and collar she wore, and ‘villain’ as she pointed to an orc body nearby.
Slowly as not to scare her, he unsheathed one of his swords and pushed it towards her. She watched him with those strange eyes of hers and sniffed what he offered her. Nimble fingers reached out and trailed through the black blood that still stained his weapons, making the connection between the blood and the creature she called ‘villain’. She pointed to the body and made a questioning sound in confirmation.
He nodded and tried his best to mimic the sound. She gave a nod back and in a blink she had hold of his sword and was trying to pry off her collar.
He rushed forwards to stop her from hurting herself, freezing when he wrapped his arms around her body, one hand around her wrist. He was close enough to see the way her eyes danced like stars and he felt her tense under his touch.
He was gentle as he moved her wrist and in extension, his sword. She whimpered for a moment as the blade struck her skin but as the collar came away, she breathed out a sigh and closed her eyes, leaning up against him in gratitude and trust.
He slipped his weapon away and took her in his arms, pulling him close to his chest as a wave of protectiveness washed over him. She freely allowed him to lift her from the ground, tucking her head into his neck and using her fingers to grip onto his armor.
“I’m going to take her back to the mountain and have her healed. Maybe we can get some more out of her there?”
Legolas gave a swift nod, “If I may ask? What language did you speak to communicate with her? I did not recognize it,”
“It’s from an old fiction book strangely enough,” Fili mused back, “I think it was called English,”
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fili-the-jester · 6 months
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Okay, but Spirit from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron reminds me so much of Sun Wukong
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astro-inthestars · 11 months
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YOOOOOOO WE FUCKIN DID IT!!!! YEAHHH!! We slayed SOOO well!! EVERYONE DID!! The other sections were SO FUCKING GOOD i LOVED it!!! And like, we won first place or whatever i didnt care about that really BUT WE ALL DID GREAT!
Anyways, just got home from my pal's birthday party (more like Hang Out at the mall, we ate out) it was AWESOME! First time inside a Starbucks, and first order ALL ON MY OWN! (HELL YEAH RELIGIOUS REBELLION!!)
#rennikorambles#i dont actually KNOW if its rebellion since. i ordered java chip frappucino... and i dunno if that has coffee or anythin-#BUT EITHER WAY im so glad my first time inside a starbucks is with friends <333#i lost ALL my money <33333#worth it#i was SO jumpy and excited the whole damn time. just shows how hyped i am around my friends <3 i love those idiots so much#after eating at pizza hut we went to an arcade and I got TWO keychain plushies from the claw machines (SLAY)#one of them i gave as a bday gift to my pal LMAO the other i kept <33 a little wolfy!!!#and then after that they went to starbucks and YEAHHH it was so fun#and then we went to the department store and immediately went to the toy section (which includes games like video games on the ps4/5 etc)#those idiots got One Piece playing cards. nerdddss <33 (me staring longingly at Persona 5 Royal on PS4 for a discounted price. help)#(I CANT GET IT IM NOT A GAMER IM BAD AT GAMES AND AND)#anyways#as for the musical MAN im just so proud. in my opinion the other's did WAY better than our section in terms of song and choreography#but the only one-up we had on them was the fact ours flowed so smoothly with nearly no mistakes#they kept having long pauses when transitioning to the next scene‚ whilst we specifically focused and practiced smooth transitions#thats probably why we had less time for dance choreo and stuff... but either way!!! just SO proud it made my theater heart so happy#and! i learned something about the actual story of El Fili! mAN ITS SO TRAGIC WTF MAN.... MANNNNNN. BRUH...#anyway <333 ALIVE NOW!!! FREE!!!
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dimdiamond · 1 year
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Song as old as rhyme by @i-did-not-mean-to
Ori - a popular but elusive author - is invited to a reading in a small bookshop.
He's nervous to be perceived by his audience and thankful that his best friend Fíli accompanies him, backed-up by his stern uncle Thorin.
Meanwhile, Bilbo Baggins - proud owner of the said bookshop - can't wait to surprise his employee and friend with a reading from her favourite author.
How will all these people fare when their most intimate longings and their jealously guarded secrets of loneliness and existential fear starting clashing?
Reveals are here and this is the piece, the book cover, I made for the beautiful fic my talented and kind collaborator @i-did-not-mean-to wrote for this event! We were both so happy to work together and I do believe something really special came out from this collaboration! Please go and show her love and support, it's the least she deserves!
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Welp, found my password and my mojo
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porphyriosao3 · 2 years
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#7 Scary Stories
"You call that a scary story?"  Bilbo snickered, sitting propped up on the couch in the Royal receiving rooms with his pipe and teacup, braced halfway in Thorin's lap where he sat reading... or at least pretending to do so.  Fili and Kili were flopped on the floor in front of the fire, glaring at him, as Thorin snickered and hid his face.
"Bilbo!"  Fili said disparagingly.  "What do hobbits know about scary stories, anyway!"  A motion in the corner of his vision made Bilbo glance over as Thorin quietly put his face in his hands.  What he had just heard sank in, though, and that was all the distraction he needed.  He could barely believe his ears!  Did this dwarf just...?!
"Exactly," Kili huffed, dark brows drawn down in a rarely-seen scowl, rolling his eyes at Bilbo's scandalized expression.  "I don't think you understand just how scary the deep caves can be."
"What do...?"  Bilbo spluttered, setting his teacup on the floor and then lurching upright to glare at the two.  "I beg your pardon?!  What do hobbits know of scary stories?"  A wicked smile crossed his face.  "Have you ever heard of the Witch-King of Angmar?"  The young dwarves glanced at each other, blue eyes meeting black with identical looks of confusion, then they shook their heads.
"Good heavens," Bilbo sighed.  "I suppose I should speak to Balin.  What is he teaching you, anyway?  You clearly need more history lessons."  Both of the youngsters looked ready to flee at this.
"No fair," Kili whined, "you can't make this scary like that!  It's the story that has to be scary, not the threats!"  Fili grimaced but nodded, a certain cast to his face making it obvious he hoped Bilbo was joking.
"Alright, I suppose I will have to tell the whole thing.  Angmar, as you ought to know but clearly don't, started out as a tiny part of the kingdom of Arnor, the northern kingdom of the Island Men of Numenor.  It was the sister kingdom to Gondor in the south; only Gondor is still there, whereas Arnor isn't.  And this is the story of what happened to it."  He cleared his throat and took a sip of tea.  "Long ago, there was a king of Numenorean blood who was deceived and enslaved by a wicked spirit named Sauron, and oh!  The stories I could tell you about Sauron would freeze your blood in your veins!  He was one of the only survivors of the War of Wrath, when the Valar destroyed half the world to kill his master whose name we don't speak even today."  The two boys had gotten quiet but nodded; this part they knew, if only vaguely.  "Now the Valar thought that Sauron was destroyed.  He had been lord of a mighty fortress full of dark things," his voice dropped a bit.  "Terrible things.  Werewolves and vampires, balrogs and dead things.  Sauron was also a necromancer, you see, able to raise the spirits of the dead and make them do... things."  Bilbo noticed that the boys were subtly inching towards each other; apparently they were aware of at least some things from the past, even if only the exciting bits.  "But when the War of Wrath was over... what nobody had expected was that he survived."
"But... how?"  Fili asked, scowling as though Sauron's survival was a personal affront.  "That doesn't make any sense!  I mean, not only Mahal but all his brothers and sisters too went to war, destroyed all the evil things and changed the world and everything else, stepped on Gabilgathol and Tumunzahar like anthills, and he still survived?"
"Well, he was a powerful sorcerer, you see..." And as Bilbo went on to weave the tale of how Sauron deceived the king of a small kingdom into extending his life and learning sorcery, leading him down a dark road until he was only an immortal, invisible shade, the two young dwarves - seeming much younger than their years at this point - were practically huddled into each other.  On and on the tale went, of the rise of Angmar and its now-terrible king.  Crowned with iron like his master, he rode on a horse that breathed fire, wielding a giant flail that could crush a grown man.  By the time Bilbo told of the death of Arvedui and how the Witch-King ruled over the lands with a mailed fist, Fili and Kili were shivering on the floor despite the roaring fire behind them.  Even Thorin had put down his book and given up all pretense of reading, listening spellbound to his husband. "Worst of all," Bilbo went on, waving his pipe dramatically, "even after his victory was complete, the Witch-King worried about treason and persecuted the people who still dared live there himself.  Men who dwelled in that land would sometimes hear a knock at the door, always late at night.  They would ask who it was, but there was only a voice 'Who is the king?'"  Kili groaned, then looked around as if to see who made the noise.  "If they looked out the window, there was nobody there, only blackness.  But if they said anything other than 'Angmar is King', the door would open..." his voice had dropped to a whisper, and even the fire seemed darker.  "And in the morning, they would be gone.  Nothing left but their clothes."
"T-That's r-r-ridiculous," Fili said, his show of bravado ruined by his shivering and the whites of his eyes.  "He's dead an-anyway."  He stopped and looked pleadingly at Bilbo.  "Right?"
"Well, most think he died in the Last Alliance," Bilbo said heavily, making a show of cleaning out his pipe and packing it with fresh pipeweed.  "But it's quite difficult to kill a spirit.  The barrows east of Bree are still full of dead things set there by the Witch-King, and they're not a place to be at night, that's certain."  He sighed.  "Tales come out of Fornost-way down the Greenway that say people still vanish from time to time... but I'm sure it's fine.  That's all ancient history now anyway.  It's late... you two should get to bed now."  The two dwarves got up and stumbled out after saying their goodnights, looking more like worried pebbles than the strong young warriors they were, and Thorin sighed as the two closed the door behind themselves.
"You are a terrible person," the king murmured into the hobbit's hair, grinning.  "They'll be up the whole night, and spend it in the same bed besides."  Bilbo sniffed dismissively.
"If I were truly a terrible person, I'd go knock on their door in an hour or so asking 'Who is the king?'"  Bilbo said, one brow raised.  "That's what we'd do in the Shire.  Besides, they challenged me."  Thorin paused for a moment at the idea, then snorted with laughter.
"You've overlooked one thing, my heart."  Thorin was smiling softly but Bilbo scoffed at his words.
"And what is that, pray tell?"
"Fili and Kili may act like children still, but they are trained dwarven warriors.  The 'Witch King' in the hallway might be in serious danger, even if the boys pissed themselves while bursting through the door."  Bilbo opened his mouth and sat for a moment, then closed it again and turned away from Thorin's grin with a huff.  How dare his husband be right like that?
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callouiee · 1 year
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lordoftherazzles · 2 years
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↳ NOW ON AO3!
This is coming in so late but!! I didn’t want to abandon this request whatsoever, the creative brain just needed some time to sit and simmer. Anyway, @wanderingjedihistorian​ gave me the prompt of some Durin Family Feelios with Kili wanting to prove himself, and I hope this hits the mark!! It was fun to step outside of the “shippy” box and do something for my favorite dwarves. I hope you enjoy, and thank you SO much for your support!
“Ah, here they come now.”
Following Dis’ gaze to land on an energetic pair of young dwarves, Thorin couldn’t help the proud little huff that escaped his lips. Kili sported a bow and quiver on his back while Fili looked armed to the teeth with knives and blades of every type across his body. He had told them to come prepared, and this was about as prepared as anyone could be.
“There is no guarantee we will find much within the mountains at this time of year.” Thorin’s arms were folded across his chest, the weight of his own gear not bothering him in the slightest as he eyed the two young ones as they came to a halt, not bothered by the line of questioning that was coming their way. “We stick together, do you understand? Straying away from the path will cause more headaches than victories, and I know you want to return with some proof of a weekend well spent.”
Whether it was a rabbit or a pair of ram horns to fashion into a weapon or decor, Thorin wanted them to come back with something. Anything! But most importantly, he wanted them to come back in one piece.
“Did you remember your food pack and waterskins?”
“We’re ready, Uncle, I promise,” Fili encouraged, his dimples prominent on his face as the grin couldn’t be wiped away. “I have every blade you’ve ever forged for me. I would say that’s prepared.”
“Yeah! Should anything spook us, we’ll just throw Fili at it. A dwarf-sized porcupine is quite the weapon–” Kili’s words were cut off by his own wheeze as an elbow jammed into his ribs. 
“You boys be careful, and most importantly, I want you to have fun. Don’t give your uncle too hard of a time, alright? He’s got a few grey hairs already, and I know those came from you. Don’t give him more.”
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scrunchie-face · 1 year
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I hate being the only fat person in my husband’s family 🙃
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I may not understand two characters wanting to fuck each other after three days together, but the sort of Longing that comes from two souls Meeting, and in their heart of hearts Knowing that their friendship will be forever--perhaps even before their little meat brains know it-- now that? That's hits real good
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samthekind · 11 months
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nosediving into mt doom thinking about fili and kili and how they deserved better
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rucow · 2 years
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i tried to sum up my feelings about trop episode 8 in a single image and it's something like this,
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