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Welcome to #fotfictober!
October’s monthly challenge is centered around fall-themed drabbles! Make them spooky, cozy, or anything in between! We want to see everyone inspired, but not bogged down by this event.
So remember, you don’t have to spend a lot of time on these (unless you want to!) nor are you required to complete each day. Pick and choose, and if you have a “late” entry, post it anyway! We want to see it. There is no right or wrong about these, just have fun with it!
Be sure to tag #fotfics and #fotfictober so we can find your drabbles!
Happy writing! 🍂🎃
#fotfics#fotfictober#october prompts#writing prompts#fotfics october event#we're posting this early so everyone can see the prompts!#mix and match with other events you're doing!
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Handholding
Fotfictober Prompts: 5 - Handholding
Summery: A shy Lindir holding your hand after he comes to the realization after his confession to you that you are courting
Character(s): Lindir, Elrond, Reader, Glorfindel, Elladan
Pairing: Lindir x Reader
Reader Pronouns: He/They
Lindir hid his face behind the book he was taken to Elrond, as you came around the corner talking with your brother Elladan, he tucked himself into a servant corridor instead of using the main corridor, he sighed as he removed the book from his face, his cheeks where flustered red.
It had only been a few days since you had accepted Lindir's confession which was admittedly an accident since he was singing below your room his confession not realizing you were in he thought you were on Patrol with Gildor and Elrohir, now every time Lindir saw you or your name was even mentioned he got shy and flustered.
You were the son of his lord, not just that you were an ellon, while relations with the same sex were not looked down upon Lindir always had that little voice in the back of his head telling him it was wrong to like Ellons most probably from his parents before Lord Elrond showed him kindness and allowed him to stay in his realm as his assistant, did he really have a right to like one of his sons.
"There you are" Lindir jumped and turned to the voice he sighed when it was only Glorfindel.
"What do you want" Lindir said as he started making his way to Elrond's office
"You seem to be extremely on edge around Y/n what happened with you and him" Glorfindel said following Lindir
"What no, nothing happened with Y/n" Lindir said Glorfindel hmmed in disbelief
"Really you don't sound that convincing" Glorfindel said
"Why would anything happen with him, I haven't seen him recently" Lindir said
"Because you are avoiding him, look Lindir, I know that it is not my place to interfere in what is going on with you and him but, every time some mentions him or they are in the room, you get flustered and turn into a stuttering mess and all that confidence I helped you with completely crumbles, I would say you are in love with him, just confess to him, I am sure he also likes you, he talks fondly of you" Glorfindel said
"He does" Lindir questioned the lord, he had only admired you from afar before he accidentally confessed his love to you, Lindir was always to shy to even talk to you he almost exploded with embarrassment every time Elrond told him to give you a message.
You had managed to finally catch Lindir "Meleth why have you been avoiding me, have I done something wrong, have I upset you" you questioned Lindir worried, Lindir couldn't quick walk away from you, you would just worry even more.
Lindir looked away trying to hide his blush his hand brushed against yours and he took one of his fingers in his you looked down in curiosity as he intertwined his hand with yours.
"You haven't done any thing wrong, your perfect as always, I- am just overwhelmed" Lindir said
"You could of told me Meleth why didn't you" you questioned Lindir looked to you, you had a puzzled expression on your face
"What if you were mad, what if you didn't like me and just agreed due to pity, what if" You stopped Lindir
"I would never be mad at you Meleth, I love you for who you are, and you are a overwhelmed, shy, flustered, cranky, introverted elf and I love every aspect of your personality" you told him
"But" Lindir said
"No but's Lindir, you cannot convince me that I do not love you for every part of you" You said
"Even my freckles" Lindir questioned
"Especially your freckles they are like little constellations, like Varda took all the stars from the sky and painted them onto you, they make you even more perfect" you said squeezing Lindir's hand in reassurance, Lindir looked from your intertwined hands to your face, you gave him a smile.
"Gi melin Meleth nin Always and forever nyello nin" You said pressing your forehead against his
"Really" Lindir asked unconvinced
"Really, I will be your knight in shining armour hmm should i get shining armour do you think that would blind my enemys and cause to much of a distraction for them to notice me" You questioned
"Please don't you would be to noticeable so they would all go after you" Lindir said you chuckled
"I was joking do you know how ugly that would look, I have some fashion sense" you said Lindir hmmed
"I highly doubt that all you were is hunting gear even in war, you worry me a lot, you have armour and yet you never wear it, it's the recipe for death" Lindir said
"a small price to pay for good fashion" you replied
"No I would much rather you have no taste in fashion and wear armour to protect you then to not wear armour and say it is not fashionable and die" Lindir said
"I wear it some times, I need new armour mine doesn't fit well, it keeps rubbing and gets soar" you said
"I'll get you a new set of armour" Lindir said going to walk to the forges he only stopped when he was stopped he looked back to see you were still holding his hand, he blushed as he realized how long you both had held hands for.
"And that's how I fell over into the pound" came your brother Elladan's voice
"Your an idiot you know that" Elrohir said, you looked to the corner the two were turning around and pulled Lindir into you hiding your intertwined hands, your brothers stared at you both.
"Have we interrupted something" Elladan questioned you looked to Lindir to realize you pulled him so close he was only centimetres from your face, you looked back to your brothers to see Elrohir pulling Elladan back the way they came.
"Leave Y/n alone" Elrohir grumbled, you looked to your hands and let go of Lindir's who took your hand back and his other arm which rested on your chest due to being pulled into you tightened around your robes, you looked to Lindir with a questioning look, his blush had returned and an even deeper shade of red going from the tips of his ears to his neck, Lindir moved his head upwards and pushed himself up onto his tip toes and pressed his lips to yours.
A million thoughts where rushing through Lindir's head, what if you didn't like the kiss you stiffened and held his hand tighter when he had started, how long should he kiss you for, should it just be a quick peck, you where courting, but this was public what was the right PDA Lindir was never taught it before so he didn't know, Lindir was slightly shocked when he felt a tug on his hair but you had melted to his touch and the kiss, he backed away from you looking at you, as soon as he backed away you had let go of his hair.
"Did we just" Lindir questioned in slight panic and shock
"Yes yes you did" Lindir jumped to the voice attempting to get away from you but you just held his hand tighter stopping him from doing so, Lindir squeaked seeing his lord.
"You both might want to do that behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, you are lucky no one came down this corridor and this bit of it has no windows, but next time you could be not as lucky, I am glad for you both and Lindir welcome to the family now, but next time do that in private I don't want Glorfindel to come squealing to me like a little girl that you both had finally started courting" Elrond said
"Of course Ada" you said awfully composed for just being caught, Elrond picked up the book Lindir dropped when you pulled him in, and walked off back to his study, Lindir had a deep blush on and he hid his head in his hands
"You distracted me to much from reason" Lindir sighed before he bid you good bye with a very shy peck on the cheek, the rest of the day Lindir saw you, you had a smug little smile on your face and your spirits where high.
Elvish translation:
Ada - Father
Gi Melin - I love you
Nyello Nin - My singer
Meleth - Love
#tolkien#lotr#elves#cozy fall#fotfictober#fotfics#october prompts#writing prompts#fotfics october event#middle earth#kidnap fam#jrr tolkien#lindir#lindir x reader#lindir x male reader#the hobbit#lord of the rings#hand holding
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#21 Cozy Pajamas
"Bilbo, have you..." Thorin broke off, staring at the hobbit standing in front of him. Bilbo was wearing a large shirt and not much else, the hem hanging to his knees and certainly preserving his modesty but...
"What did you need?" Bilbo replied, one eyebrow raising as if to dare Thorin to comment.
"That's... Bilbo! That's the shirt that you swore to me the laundress had lost! I love that shirt!" The hobbit's brows drew down along with the corners of his mouth, though his eyes hinted to a dwarf that was familiar with how to speak hobbit - at least, how to speak this hobbit - that the irritation was partial, provisional and mostly fabricated.
"I beg your pardon," Bilbo replied frostily. "I said no such thing."
"You told me that it wasn't in the clothes when they were returned -"
"When you asked, it wasn't." Eyes narrowed dangerously, small hands smoothed the sides of the shirt down. "I said it wasn't there, I didn't say 'when they were returned'. You assumed. This is a quite comfortable shirt to sleep in, and you have dozens of others to wear. Besides, old and worn as it is, you'd shame Erebor to be seen in it. Soon enough, the dwarrowdams will be saying that the king doesn't have enough money to clothe himself... or worse yet, that the Consort doesn't care what his husband is out in, and I'll not have that sort of slander spread about me, even if you don't care about your own appearance!" Thorin gaped at this amazing chain of assumptions, then snorted loudly. "Besides, I'll... Thorin!" Bilbo's squawk as he was picked up would have frightened the ravens had they been outside, and the king tucked the hobbit over one shoulder and moved towards the bedroom. "Put me down this instant!"
"Oh no," the dwarf responded. "Clearly, you're ready for bed, so it's only fair I take you there. We can discuss my shirt tomorrow... but I'll take it off you tonight." The giggles that followed told a story of their own.
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Hiyaaaasa 😌😘 for the fotfictober thing - how about a drabble with hand holding, whispers and cuddles? Lol sorry I’m greedy 😎 either kili x reader or Thorin x reader
Dearest Maalezzo, of course, I can write you a tiny thing for this :D
It's always my pleasure to write something for you...so, here we go...
Until the sun comes up
Words: 546
Warnings: none
“The weather is about to turn,” Kíli whispered as he led you down a narrow, hidden corridor that opened out into a gloomy, deserted hallway, “and they’ll be busy tying down everything that might just be blown away.”
Despite the very real danger he was describing, his small chuckle was bright and full of humour; for a moment, it seemed as if he was not overly worried about his people or their possessions, but then you noticed how forced and hollow his subdued laughter sounded as it echoed through the absolute silence of the corridor.
“I am not sure Fí has already gone down though,” he went on in the same hushed voice as he motioned to you to avoid the weak light the sconces threw onto the cold, dusty stone floor as you pressed on slowly. “Let’s be cautious.”
You felt like a proper criminal, allowing the young prince to smuggle you into his room after dark when there was a storm on its way that would keep most of the other dwarrows up and about for most of the night.
Just as you were resolved to protest and ask your lover to delay your Rendezvous until the worst had passed, he turned around and pressed a frenzied kiss, tasting of passion and despair, onto your lips.
His hand was warm and solid in yours though as he pulled you towards a heavy door that – despite its somewhat decrepit appearance and against all odds – swung open noiselessly as soon as he pushed against it.
“I was quite frightened by storms as a lad,” he finally admitted sheepishly after having ushered you in resolutely, still whispering on account of the open door, and shot you a melting gaze full of trust and yearning over his shoulder.
He still didn’t like them, you could clearly see that, and this was the very reason he had asked you to sit up with him while the wind howled angrily, tearing through the settlement, leaving behind senseless destruction and terrible desolation.
“Hey,” you said softly, sitting down on his bed and starting to build a nest of blankets and furs, “we’ll be right as rain. I, for my part, have always loved a good rainstorm. It’s somewhat romantic, don’t you think?”
You beckoned him to you and, as he willingly dove into your embrace, you started humming an old lullaby, interrupting yourself whenever you were no longer sure of how it went on to press a pacifying kiss upon his fair brow.
His fingers slotted themselves against your wrist cautiously, a silent plea for connection and solace, and so you slid yours between his and held his hand gingerly.
Soon, the much-dreaded tempest raged outside the windows, rattling the shutters and screaming its rage, but you felt safe and happy as you rested on a soft mattress, your beloved prince dozing in your lap. He was still holding on to your hand for dear life and you had not stopped singing to him in a hushed, quiet voice.
You were not a warrior, you had never even seen battle, but this you could easily do; you would keep the dread at bay by pouring the light of your love onto his sleeping form so the darkness could never touch him.
So, a little bonus entry @fellowshipofthefics for this month :D
@fandomfaeryreads this might please you? ❤️🔥❤️🔥
Lots of love from me <3
-> Masterlist
#fanfiction#writing#Fotfictober#FOTFics October challenge#whisper#cuddles#hand holding#Kíli x reader#Kíli#Bonus story
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Day 05: Hand Holding
AU Verse: Dragonhearted
Setting, Chapter 9: As Bilbo and Thorin grow closer and feelings have taken root, Thorin reflects on what he is. How could anyone like Bilbo be so keen on spending time with a monster like him?
Or: inspired by The One Scene from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. (1151 words)
I’m not sure how many I’ll finish, but I wanted to participate in a few of these #fotfictober prompts with some of my favorite universes!
If you want to see any specific prompts/AU verses, send me an ask!
I’m primarily using the universes I’ve already created (i.e. modern au fics like bookbinder//songwriter, where the shadows lie, etc.)
This by no means mean they’ll be canon to that particular story - like what you read? Maybe it could be canon.
These are small drabbles and I will not be spending a ton of time on them as I am working on other projects.
Thorin should have been content, but the more he sat and began to think of the events of the day, the more his brows furrowed while his glare burned into those rough, yet still very dwarven, palms of his. The scales barely made their way around to the underside of his hands, revealing that fleshy tone in contrast with the dark scales that made Thorin want to shudder every time he spared it a glance. It was just a reminder of what he had once been and what he was now.
A monster.
Flexing his fingers a bit and watching those scale-coated fingers and claws bend to press into his palms, the tightness in his jaw became near intolerable.
“Is something the matter?”
Before that jaw could grow much tighter, or those claws could pierce the soft flesh of his palms, Thorin’s head jerked up to stare at Bilbo who had an armful of books and a tilt of his head.
“I’m just…thinking.”
It was a bland response that had Thorin’s eyes diverting, glancing back towards his hands and his frown worsening. Oftentimes he kept his mouth shut when it came to his discomfort, both physically and emotionally, but somewhere in these days of having Bilbo around the mountain, he felt more open. Much to his dismay, sometimes.
“Well, you look to be thinking awfully hard, so whatever it is must be important, no?” Bilbo had always been rather observant, and the way Thorin was seated on the ground and examining his hands when no harm had come to them in recent minutes was quite telling. Whatever Thorin was thinking of was setting the dwarf-gone-dragon into a sour mood, and Bilbo couldn’t have that. Nor would he want it. Thorin had spent so long being sour enough. “I got us some more books to read, they might not be quite as sappy as the one you had been reading earlier, but I think they’ll suffice.”
Not even a small jab at Thorin’s romantic heart when it came to literature seemed to spur anything within his host. Bilbo couldn’t help but frown as he moved to take a seat in front of Thorin, setting his books aside and focusing solely on the individual before him. “Do you want to talk about it?”
There was a pause in the room, an uncomfortable silence that was quickly broken by a heavy and defeated sigh. “Why is it that you spend time with me, Bilbo?” Was it out of boredom since he was stuck in this mountain? Pity? Whatever the response was, Thorin wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. He didn’t give the hobbit any time to respond before his mouth flew open again. “You could tuck yourself away, far away with how big Erebor is, and yet…you choose to spend your time in the company of a monster.” Just like the monsters in those sappy fairytales that Bilbo teased him about.
Bilbo’s eyes simply watched for a few moments, noticing how Thorin glared at his palms in disdain. His heart sank, and part of him had to wonder if anything he’d say would convince Thorin that he was anything but the monster he was labeling himself as. Sure, he had a few distinguishable features in comparison to other dwarves, but did that make him a monster? Not in the slightest. It was what was on the inside that counted, and Thorin had proven to have a kind heart rather than one of malice and greed.
“Well, that’s quite the label you’ve given yourself, Thorin.” Bilbo inched his way forward, his hands reaching out carefully to take one of Thorin’s in his own with the palm side up.
“What are you–”
“Investigating. We hobbits can be a great judge of character, and our bodies tell us more about ourselves than our minds might.” For instance, Thorin told himself he was a monster, and Bilbo knew for a fact that it wasn’t true. Running his finger across one of the lines in Thorin’s palm, Bilbo gave a small nod. “Royalty, that’s what that line means. You won't find many of those in the Shire unless you’re of some relation to the Thain, but even then it’s rare.” His finger continued to caress the relatively smooth palm before poking at another line. “Soft at heart, though sometimes we associate that with being sweet at heart. It could explain your fascination with sugary foods.”
And to watch Thorin’s cheeks turn rosy made Bilbo grin, his ears giving a wiggle as he focused then back on his palm reading–was he making up some sort of hobbit tradition on the spot to drill a point into Thorin’s head? Maybe.
“Oh, hm…that’s interesting…”
“What? What is it?” Thorin sounded far more eager and curious as he eyed where Bilbo’s finger had landed in his palm, watching the hobbit then turn his hand over for further examination.
“No monster lines, imagine that.” Bilbo secured his hand around Thorin’s, his finger’s laced with the scaly clawed ones so confidently and without fear, and his other came to rest over the top of it. “You are no monster to be feared, Thorin. I spend time with you because you’re kind, you’re sweet at heart, albeit a little prickly until you warm up to someone, but I can be the same way.”
“You can.”
Snorting a bit, Bilbo just intensified his grip from both hands around Thorin’s and feeling the gesture returned near instantly. “They don’t call me Mad Baggins back home for nothing. Though try not to take it literally. I am quite happy where I am, thank you very much.” Feeling Thorin’s thumb move and rub against his skin in a stroking motion, Bilbo was sure his face was about to burst into flame. The dusting of rose on Thorin’s cheeks was adorable, but Bilbo wasn’t sure it was as cute on his own face in return. “Now, we have the rest of the day to waste away…if you want to help me read these?” A nodding gesture to the stack of books that had been set aside, and Bilbo could feel his heart thundering in his chest.
“Of course, Bilbo.”
Bilbo began to scoot, shifting so that he could take his rightful place within Thorin’s lap, just as he had been before. With a book settled upon his legs with one of his hands holding the text, the other still firmly laced with Thorin’s, occasionally feeling a rub of Thorin’s thumb, or moving his own fingers in return, it was a silent gesture of contentment from both sides of the line, which was only confirmed more as Bilbo read, Thorin ducked his head, and that draconic tail began to sway across the rug in wags of pure delight.
Sweet at heart. There truly was no better way to put it.
#I'm note sure exactly where in chapter 9 this would go#but around that area#bagginshield#thilbo#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#thorin x bilbo#dragonhearted my beloved#razzywrites#razzledrabbles#fic: dragonhearted#fotfictober#fictober#i am insanely attached to this drabble
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You know I was reading the list and remembered that bagginshield smut after Halloween party (you know the one) so I would like to see costumes/cosplay for bagginshield and if you're in the mood for smut even better 🤭
So, I think I didn't quite write the Halloween party you wanted! But hopefully you still like this, especially as it's a little sneak peak at a universe I've yet to write. Love you!
Costumes by thehufflepuffhobbit
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Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairings: lesbian!Sam Gamgee/Frodo Baggins/Rose Cotton
Summary:
After a long day, Sam, Frodo, and Rosie share a cozy moment by the fireplace
written for tolkientober day 5: fire and fotfictober day 5: hand holding
#lotr fic#samfrosie#fotfictober#fotfics#frodo baggins#sam gamgee#rosie cotton#I just want them to be cozy all the time
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Listen, you said turning suddenly at the gate.
This place is sacred to me. Don't fuck it up.
-Kevin Andrew Heslop, abandoned apple orchard
Hey @fellowshipofthefics does this count for #fotfictober if the poem title involves apples?
#my art#traditional art#short comic#fanart#bagginshield#bilbo baggins#thorin oakenshield#fotfics#Fotfictober#Kevin Andrew Heslop#Poem illustration
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Chapter 2 of my October Bagginshield drabbles is up! Thanks to @fellowshipofthefics for the fun autumn themed prompts. :)
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A little drabble for @fellowshipoftheficscs Fotfictober prompt #13: Baking, and for this week's Wednesday Word Play.
Thorin tucked the dough around itself before gently placing the roll on the pan next to the roll Frodo had made. Frodo's was a neat little knot. Thorin's was…not. He sighed.
"It's all right, Uncle Thorin. It doesn't have to look perfect to taste good. Besides, Uncle Bilbo will love it because you made it." Frodo reassured as he reached out and patted Thorin's arm with a flour dusted hand.
Thorin smiled at the young Hobbit. He was right. Bilbo would be delighted that Thorin had baked for him.
"Alright, let's try doing one together." Frodo offered with a smile.
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Rainstorms
Fotfictober Prompts: 9 - Rainstorms
Summery: The autumn rain starts in Imladris as a storm, it's time for some fluffy Elrond, Gil and Reader, possibly some Gil x Reader dancing in the rain while Elrond watches his two idiots from his warm study
Characters: Elrond, Gil-Galad, Reader, Glofindel, Erestor
Pairing(s): Elrond x Gil-Galad x Reader, (Side pair) Glorestor
Warnings: Non
Readers Pronouns: Gender neutral - They/Them
You knew full well Elrond and Gil-Galad had stayed in the house to complete paperwork Erestor had given them, but the autumn ran was coming and you could feel it from the crisp hair of the morning and the dull light which was peaking through the clouds, you and Glorfindel had gone for a ride to catch up, you had not seen each other in a few weeks you having been with Gil the entire time because him not being king anymore ment he could be clingy well to you at least not Elrond, that elf had become the lord of the valley no fooling around for Elrond now a days.
"Looks like rain" Glorfindel said you nodded to your friend, you were fairly far from shelter.
"We should head back, our lovers would not like us to stay in the cold for to long especially if it is raining" You said, it started raining and heavily before you even got insight of the last homely house Glorfindel had started running but you couldn't be asked you didn't like running and you enjoyed the rain as well you didn't mind it, Glorfindel did offer to piggy back you but that was to inappropriate so you both decided against it.
once you got to the stairs leading to the courtyard which stood in front of the house you saw Gil-galad "There you are, I was worried the rain had got you" The old king said
"It did get me" you said making Gil laugh
"I can see that Meleth-nin" Gil said
"It looks as if it has got you as well" you chuckled as Gil pulled you into him by your waist you wrapped your arms around his neck
"All the more reason to get Elrond to warm us up" Gil said making you giggle again laying your head against his chest the lord started dancing with you in his arms
"I always wanted to dance in the rain back when I was king but I couldn't in case someone caught me, I had a reputation to maintain can't have me tainting it with being caught could I" Gil said laughing
"I didn't think you cared for reputation" you said
"How rude" Gil laughed.
Elrond smiled as he took a sip from his warm drink as he watched both of you dance, you would complain about being wet when you came in but in the moment he was glad you both were enjoying the rain at least before your complaining will come.
"Lindir you can have the rest of the day off I suspect I will be detained shortly" Elrond said his assistant jumped at his lord suddenly addressing him as he organized the bookshelf which was in his lords study.
"Are you sure my lord" Lindir questioned
"I am, Erestor will just have to deal with getting the paperwork late" Elrond said
"I will let him know" Lindir said leaving, Elrond looked back to his two lovers the rain had started coming down harder you both had started laughing and you pulled Gil into shelter
Gil wrapped you up in his arms "I want a nice relaxing warm bath with the oils and salts Thranduil gifted Elrond, and just soak there" You said
"I wish for that as well" Gil said as well burying his head in your neck
"Why don't we and then jump Elrond for hugs" you suggest
"What are you waiting for" Gil said pulling you to your rooms, you giggled but followed after him.
Elrond questioned why you and Gil did not burst into his study after coming inside as that was what you both normally did, the scent of lavender and sandalwood reached his noise coming from the bed chambers both his and Gil's studies were attached to your bedrooms given how long they worked for.
Elrond chuckled and laid down his quill and stood up he walked to the bathroom were he found both of his lovers in a warm bath he could see the steam raising from it and what had clung the the mirror already.
Gil was doing your hair Elrond kept quite and brought the stool over and set it behind him and sat on it, he took the former High Kings hair into his hands.
"How was the rain" Elrond questioned
"Wet" you put simply making Gil laugh
"Of course" Elrond said
"You always get grumpy after you get soaked in rain but always play in it anyway, you are a mystery to me" Gil said
"It makes me cold and miserable, it is better to have a warm drink and a book and cover yourself in pelts by the fire and read watching the rain" you said
"Agreed" Elrond hmmed
"You as well, I always caught you in the rain, and now your all stuck up" Gil said when the bath got cold you both left it and changed into warm robes, Elrond was already waiting on the bed reading a book you decided to jump on him.
"Hello you" Elrond said wrapping his arm around you Gil decided to to it the more appropriate way and climb in.
"What ya reading" Gil said putting his head on your shoulder, Elrond closed the book and hit Gil gently with it making him scrunch his nose
"How rude, I was high king you know, i may not be the king anymore but the title is still mine" Gil said you chuckled as Elrond and Gil began to argue
"Your ruining the moment" You chimed in you had buried your head into Elrond
"Yeah Gil your ruining the moment" Elrond said hitting him again
"Elrond stop hitting him" You said laughing
"He's always been the same feral herald at heart he hasn't changed" Gil said
"Oh shut up" Elrond said
"Both of you shut up" you said as you hugged both of your Noldorain elves.
#elrond#gil galad#elrond x gil galad#elrond x reader#gil galad x elrond#gil galad x reader#gn reader#reader insert#middle earth x reader#tolkien x reader#jrr tolkien#the hobbit#middle earth#lord of the rings#tolkien#lotr#elves#elves of imladris#imladris#fotfictober#october prompts#fotfics october event#cozy fall#writing prompts
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#5 Holding Hands
It had been the most awkward moment in... well, in quite a while, and Bilbo still wasn't quite sure why.
"Balin!" He came into the cramped and mostly cleaned rooms that were the current administrative heart of the rebuilding Erebor. Parchment was everywhere; scrolls and books and wax tablets for quick notes, the four junior scribes on loan from the Iron Hills all sitting shoulder to shoulder, muttering... these were familiar (and usually welcome) sights, but Bilbo didn't have time to chat. Right now all he wanted was explanations. Jerking open the door to the tiny cubicle that Balin had claimed as his personal domain, the old dwarf looked up and... grinned?
"Lord Consort," Balin said sardonically, bowing his head. Oh of all the... but the old advisor was speaking again. "You make me proud. Bursting through the door shouting for me... we'll make a Durin of you yet." Bilbo felt a flush starting to creep up his neck, but he refused to be distracted.
"Tease me later if you must," he gritted, "but answer me this. Can you explain precisely why everyone decided to stare at me in the market today as though I had shown up with no trousers?" Balin seemed to realize that this was serious. He set his quill down in the inkwell nearby, leaning back and folding his hands over his not-inconsiderable paunch.
"I hadn't heard of anything, but describe what was going on, and perhaps I can shed some light."
Giving an exasperated huff, Bilbo flopped onto the rickety stool provided for guests. It was too tall, of course. Everything in this bloody mountain was. Even so, he sighed and folded his feet under his chair and tried to get everything in order. "Well, you know that today was the first market day... finally," he said, glancing up as Balin nodded. And hadn't that been the work of an Age! Finding anyone to sell anything was difficult enough, and if Bilbo hadn't demanded that the workers have a way to buy foodstuffs and other goods, it never would have happened at all. Thorin, bless his royal heart, was as oblivious to such things as a fish to the snow! "So we went to it. Only proper after all, to show it was done at our encouragement."
"Yes, you've put in tremendous work on that, and done quite well," Balin said, smiling. Bilbo flushed as he always did at the praise, but continued before the subject could be changed too much.
"At any rate... there were a few fishermen there selling their catch, which was nice, and a pair of menfolk merchants from some town away near the sea of Rhûn named Kammerlaik, brought all manner of things we need such as cloth and string and the like. The market was going well, or it seemed to be. Thorin and I got there and it was swarming with dwarves. I didn't want to lose track of him in the scrum, you know how it can be, so I took his hand." Balin made a little grunt, and closed his eyes, but he was still smiling. "What was that sound for?"
"Took his hand?" Balin opened his eyes again, and now his grin was positively devilish. "Out of curiosity, which hand did you take? Right or left?" Bilbo thought for a second, and held up his right hand, reaching out...
"Left, I suppose, but what difference does it make?" Balin actually laughed this time, making the hobbit's lips purse and eyes narrow. "Balin..."
"Bilbo, tell me... have you ever seen dwarves holding hands?" He stopped for a moment, distracted from his growing annoyance. Thinking back... no, he didn't suppose he had. He... oh dear. Suddenly, he sighed. This was going to be another strange dwarven cultural moment, he could tell.
Groaning, he shook his head. "No," he muttered. "I hadn't thought of it, but no."
Balin laughed again, this time throwing his head back and guffawing. "Well, no harm done, it wasn't anything that wasn't known anyway, but I can see why it would shock people. The hands are two things; they are our power, because we use them to work and make things, and our defense, because they hold weapon and shield to protect us. You reaching out your right hand said that Thorin is your weapon to wield; Thorin taking your hand in his left says you are his shield. It's one of the strongest statements there is of what you mean to each other." Balin's eyes were dancing, but his smile was warm instead of mocking. "But as I say, it wasn't anything that anyone who paid attention wouldn't know anyway."
"I... oh," Bilbo said softly. Thinking back, Thorin had seemed a bit surprised... but he had been perfectly content to hold Bilbo's hand, even so. And he knew what it meant. "If you'd excuse me," Bilbo said, slipping down from the stool. "I have to go find my betrothed. I just realized he is dreadfully undersupplied with kisses." Cackling at this, Balin waved him off and the hobbit scurried away, already planning what reward was appropriate for such a gesture.
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Midway check-in
I have been true to my word and I have posted at least a ficlet a day.
We're the 17th of October (Masterlist - updated daily) and I wanted to take the time to thank each and every one of you!
You never love your blorbos too much. You're not cringe. I have allowed myself to dive deep into the love of other people and there are so many other pairings I did not have the chance to explore (even choosing a different one every day!)...and let me tell you, I have loved every second of it.
Oh, the way you love your OTP, OT3, favourite gen-family-fluff, rarepair, and crackship? It gives me life!
Please, go on loving, defending, and promoting your ideas and know that someone is listening and hugging your words to their cold, empty chest during the long autumn nights!
I love you all, thank you for making my world so much richer, there is too much hate and not enough love in this world!
Go ahead and scream yours from the rooftops!
I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll never stop. Neither should you!
You are the reason I smiled today
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Day 03: Warm Beverages
AU Verse: May Your Forge Burn Bright
Setting, Chapter 12: While waiting on their new forge, and home, to be completed by the local stoneworkers, Bilbo enjoys an evening at home even under the fierce rumbles of a thunderstorm. It’s Ered Luin’s stone walls, and Thorin’s loving nature, that keeps him grounded and unafraid of the outside chaos. (856 words)
I’m not sure how many I’ll finish, but I wanted to participate in a few of these #fotfictober prompts with some of my favorite universes!
If you want to see any specific prompts/AU verses, send me an ask!
I’m primarily using the universes I’ve already created (i.e. modern au fics like bookbinder//songwriter, where the shadows lie, etc.)
This by no means mean they’ll be canon to that particular story - like what you read? Maybe it could be canon.
These are small drabbles and I will not be spending a ton of time on them as I am working on other projects.
The rumbling outside might have been vicious, but unlike the structure in Bree, those built within Ered Luin barely vibrated from the force. The stone brought Bilbo a sense of stability when he had been lacking it before, though perhaps a greater portion of those thoughts had more to do with the dwarf in his life rather than the structure around him.
The thought brought a small smile to Bilbo’s lips, just curving at the corners of his mouth as his eyes continued to scan over the same line of text over and over again in the book he was attempting to read. It was hard to concentrate with the rumbling, but more importantly, with the swirl of thoughts of a bright future settling into Bilbo’s brain. Things were heading in the right direction. A home on the horizon, feelings reciprocated, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind about making this work. A dwarven settlement might not have been where Bilbo saw himself ending up…but so long as he was at Thorin’s side, it didn’t matter.
Stone, grass, or shoddy little smithies in Bree, wherever the dwarf was, that was home.
Another heavy rumble of thunder sounded off, barely causing Bilbo to shift in his seat as he remained on the sofa, a nest of blankets around his lap and only the slightest of shivers rolling through him on instinct.
“I brought you something to ease your nerves.”
Thorin’s voice jostled Bilbo from his thoughts. There stood the dwarf in the doorway with a mug in each hand, that tender and cautious look to his face that Bilbo had grown very accustomed to during their days in Bree whenever the weather turned wicked.
“Bold of you to assume my nerves are frayed,” Bilbo snorted, snapping his book shut and adjusting the blankets around his lap so that Thorin could grab a seat next to him.
“I’ve not forgotten your dislike of storms,” Thorin hummed in thought. “But if you don’t want it, I can see if Dis would like it instead–”
“No!” Bilbo’s hands shot out, his hands making a grabbing motion like a fauntling with a toy just out of reach. “I want it.”
Watching Bilbo’s face scrunch up in annoyance as he kept wiggling his fingers and hands towards the mug just out of reach as Thorin stood before the sofa, the dwarf couldn’t help but chuckle. He knew well enough that Bilbo had grown a bit calmer whenever the weather was uneasy outside, but that never stopped Thorin from trying to do what he could to ease even the smallest bit of fear. They’d been through enough when it came to storms of all kinds, the least he could do was provide a hot beverage and a comforting arm to combat the things out of his control.
Much like the weather.
“I hope this lives up to your expectations,” Thorin murmured as he handed over the mug.
“I’m certain it will, that is, unless you’ve forgotten the most important ingredient,” Bilbo mused as he grinned mischievously knowing full well that Thorin was not by any means a chef. And the dwarf never would be. “Chocolate, of course.” Though the scent of hot cocoa wafting through the air was enough to tease them both.
Arranging themselves so that they were side by side, and one of Thorin’s arms draped carefully around Bilbo’s shoulders, these were the quiet moments that made up for the…not so quiet ones.
Sitting in comfortable silence, save for the crackling of the fireplace and the rumbles outside, and just enjoying one another’s company. It was easy, perhaps even too easy. Then again, when had anything in life ever truly been that easy for either of them?
A loud crack of thunder sounded off, this one far more earth-shattering than any before. This time, it made Bilbo jump a bit in his seat, shrinking into Thorin’s side a bit more than someone with not-frayed nerves might.
“Are your nerves still intact?”
Thorin’s far too confident voice should have made Bilbo scoff. However, the warmth from the mug in his hands and the warmth of Thorin’s body next to him was enough to quell the mild annoyance he felt at a dash against his bravery.
“That’s alright, I intend to keep my promise all the same.” A promise he had made in Bree all those months ago upon returning to the shop with a soaked cloak and surprisingly well preserved acacia in hand. Tightening his arm around Bilbo and hugging the hobbit closer to him, Thorin pressed a soft kiss to the top of Bilbo’s curls. “I won’t let the building collapse on you, or let the storm take you, I promise.”
Snuggling into Thorin’s side and finding a new grin spreading across his lips as his fingers tapped around the mug between his palms, Bilbo merely sighed and closed his eyes. He felt safe, protected, and stable, just like the protective stone around them, and more importantly, those protective and comforting arms around him. “Don’t worry, I believe you. I always have.”
#fotfictober#bagginshield#thilbo#thorin oakenshield#bilbo baggins#the hobbit#thorin x bilbo#fic: may your forge burn bright#razzledrabbles#razzywrites
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Scary Story
The room is dark,
bright light flickers
Huddled together,
seeking comfort amid the fear
A voice speaks softly,
the spine runs cold
SCREAM
startled in unison
Then,
laughter.
It was only a story.
_________
For @fellowshipofthefics 's fotfictober day 7
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Listen, you said turning suddenly at the gate.
This place is sacred to me. Don't fuck it up.
-Kevin Andrew Heslop, abandoned apple orchard
Hey @fellowshipofthefics does this count for #fotfictober if the poem title involves apples?
#my art#traditional art#short comic#fanart#bagginshield#bilbo baggins#thorin oakenshield#fotfics#Fotfictober#Kevin Andrew Heslop#Poem illustration
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