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lilyofthesword-writes · 3 years

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Continue - Part 3

Summary: You have been ripped away from your world and tossed into one that is supposed to be pure fiction. You know the stories, how they are supposed to go. Despite your knowledge, you are unable to change the fates of the Fellowship you had grown so close to.

Pairing: Legolas x Modern!Reader

Word Count: 1,957

Warnings/Disclaimers: Violence, mentions of blood.

A/N: So this one turned into a beast. I wanted to write in some of the Battle of Helm’s Deep to try something different. Hopefully, this worked out, and I didn’t jump all over the place too much.

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“Please, reconsider,” Legolas pleaded with you. “What if the binding magic activates, again? If we are separated, you will be defenseless amongst the chaos.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. He had a point, but still...

Squeezing his fingers, you tried your case again. “Legolas, I understand. I truly do. But I want to help you all on the field, not hide away in the caves. In a battle like this... Every person counts.”

Thunder from the impending storm nearly overshadowed the elf’s sigh. He unlaced a hand and cupped your face, stroking the apple of you cheek with his thumb. “There is that endearing determination, again.” Pulling you forward, he laid his forehead on yours. The tenderness of the action made your heart flutter. “I will not be able to convince you, will I?”

“Not this time, no,” you breathed, a ghost of a smile adorning your face.

With a light huff, Legolas pulled away to help you secure chainmail and light armor. If he couldn’t coax you into staying safe inside the caves with the others who were unable to fight, then he would at least ensure you would have some protection. The goal would be for you to stay by him as much as possible in the upcoming battle, but both of you knew that most likely would not happen.

Just as you remembered from second movie, there was a commotion at the gate. With knitted brows, Legolas took your hand to head outside where you met with Aragorn and King Théoden. Before you stood an elven army, Haldir at the forefront looking as stoic and regal as ever. Relief and hope visibly flooded the Ranger’s body. So much so, that he pulled the elf into a hardy embrace.

Out of all the characters you knew of, the Marchwarden was the only one whose fate was up in the air. There was no mention of his death in the books. Then again, he had not led an army to Helm’s Deep. The second film added drama with his appearance and fall. But… Could that change?

This version of the world seemed to meld the two forms of media together. You had been able to meet Tom Bombadil and his wife Goldberry after leaving the Shire which definitely hadn’t happened in the movies. And then there was the time when Frodo had to be rushed to Rivendell after being stabbed with a Morgul blade. That played out like the film with Arwen cradling his weakened form and speeding away on her horse. You had only caught a glimpse of Glorfindel after meeting Elrond. So maybe… Just maybe…

It wasn’t long after Aragorn released Haldir from the awkward hug that orders to get into position were sent out. Squeezing your hand, Legolas motioned for you to join him with Gimli at the higher parapet where you all could use arrows until the enemy tried to clamber up the walls. Lightning cracked the sky as you reached your station, the accompanying thunder booming off the stone. Your elf had placed you in between Gimli and him. Despite the dwarf not knowing of the magic that tethered you, he cared for you like family. It was almost like you had your own bodyguards.

Checking your bow one last time, you noticed Gimli struggling to see over the wall.

“What’s happening out there?”

“Shall I describe it to you?” Legolas turned his head towards the dwarf who met his gaze with a hum and arched brow. “Or would you like me to find you a box?”

And there was that lopsided smirk that partly caused Gimli’s boisterous laugh. It wasn’t often you saw that kind of smile sneak its way onto Legolas’ face. You bit back a chortle just as the rain plummeted down on the battlefield.

Then the chaos began. An arrow was loosed early into the throng of Uruk-hai and orcs, sending them into a frenzy. Between firing attempts and dodging projectiles, you didn’t notice the ladders hitting the walls.

A sweaty, snarling orc head popped over the edge next to you. It was close enough to smell its rancid, putrid breath. Swallowing your shriek, you took the arrow you were about to notch and shoved it into the creature’s throat. A gurgled screech tore from its mouth as it feel backwards off the ladder. What moment of triumph you had was short lived as a new round of orcs quickly followed. You opted for your sword instead, strapping your bow on your back for later.

You weren’t sure when you ended up on the ground level. It was all a blur. You were fairly sure you had fallen from the stairs at some point, probably in the middle of defending yourself. You at least remembered laying the mud and scrambling to reach your feet to dodge the next blow before lodging your sword in the orc’s side. Another orc rushed towards you, leaving no time to gather your bearings or look for your companions. After barely managing to take down that opponent, an explosion rumbled from the other side of the keep.

Aragorn.

Adrenaline coursed through you, blood pounding in your ears, as you sprinted off in that direction. By the time you reached him, the ranger was mostly back on his feet. You had only been able to make sure he regained his balance just as an Uruk-hai bulldozed its way to you from the newly breached wall. Jumping away from each other to miss its crudely forged blade, Aragorn and you then lunged forward with your swords, the steel penetrating the thick flesh not hidden away by armor. The Uruk-hai fell into muddy water, its black blood nearly indistinguishable from the muck.

Now focused on containing the breach, a handful of soldiers joined you and the ranger. A mess of Uruk-hai and orc were pouring through the opening. It wasn’t going to be enough. Aragorn called for everyone to start falling back. Just as you were headed off, a flash of red caught your eye. Your breath caught in your throat. Haldir was still on the upper level, making sure his soldiers were able to escape, and he was being surrounded rapidly.

Ripping the bow from your back, you shot at some of the orcs rushing up the stairs. You at least nailed a few of them. Your throat constricted lightly as you fired, either from your exhaustion or the magic warning you about interfering again. You weren’t quite sure at this point. Then, Haldir was hit, his entire world thrown off kilter. He spun wildly to defend himself from the onslaught. An Uruk-hai was readying his blade for the Marchwarden.

Magic be damned. You couldn’t just stand there and watch. Not again.

Sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes and raised your bow. Your chest tingled as you pointed in what you thought was the general direction. Flinging your eyes open, you made a last second adjustment to your aim. Just a touch to the left…

You were able to let go of the arrow just enough to let it fly from your fingers when your lungs froze and muscles locked you in place, leaving you unable to do anything but watch the following events. Your arrow hit the Uruk-hai’s bicep - non-fatal, but enough to cause it to falter. It also recalled Haldir’s focus, enabling him to dispose of his attacker.

He turned to find his savior, his eyes widening upon seeing you. At first you thought he was just surprised, but then you noticed movement in your peripheral. The binding magic still had you rooted to the spot and had ramped up. Your breathing was thin and ragged, vision blurring at the edges. You couldn’t even adjust your gaze to see what was approaching you at such a speedy gait.

An arrow whizzed past your face. A squelch sounded as it pierced the flesh of your supposed attacker. As the orc dropped to its knees, the spell chaining you down released. Gasping and choking on a torrent of oxygen, your burning muscles loosened and you fell back on the tower behind you.

Your head was pounding, muffling out the sounds of the battle still taking place. Warm hands encased your face and lifted your gaze. Panicked blue eyes bore into yours.

Legolas breathed your name. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” you hoarsely replied while nodding, your throat feeling like coarse sandpaper.

The sound of more Uruk-hai and orcs stole your attentions. Legolas let go of your face and snatched up your hand instead, pulling you along with him. The Marchwarden had made it down the stairs and joined you in the retreat. With the three of you, you were able to brute force your way to the inside of the keep.

Cheers and laughs echoed through the Golden hall. The Battle of Helm’s Deep was over. Saruman had been defeated, locked away in his tower with his lackey Wormtongue. Merry and Pippin were safely back with the company, celebrating the victory with the rest of Rohan. You, however, had chosen to go outside near the beginning of the festivities. There had barely been a moment’s rest between everything. All you really wanted was to decompress.

The cool breeze caressed your skin as you breathed in the clean air, your lips tugged lightly into a smile. You had done it. You had managed to bypass the stupid binding magic that kept you from changing anything. Albeit barely and your muscles still ached from how tightly the curse had wound them, but you still did it.

Leaning on the railing, you looked up at trillions of stars in the night sky. This world was truly beautiful. You could get used to living here if you were never to return to your own. Maybe by then, the curse would ease or end completely.

“Meleth?”

You swung around, facing Legolas who had been standing almost directly behind you.

“Legolas!” you gasped, before sniggering. “You always manage to sneak up on me!”

The elf laughed along with you and joined you at the railing, resting his hand on yours. “Are you well?”

“Never better.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “Thank you, by the way.”

He hummed questioningly while nuzzling your hair.

“Back at the keep. You were right about the binding magic. It did almost get me killed. If it weren’t for you, I may not be here right now.”

Tiny tears began to sting your eyes. This was just as real as your world and you could die just as easily. Legolas and the others had been vital in keeping you breathing. And you just had to try. It was only a fraction of a second that stood between life and death for both Haldir and you. It could have all gone wrong within moments.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he spoke softly, “I will admit, I was terrified when you disappeared. Even Gimli was unable to say what happened. I managed to find you when the air changed again. Seeing you frozen with that orc so close… My heart nearly stopped.” His voice nearly broke at the end.

“I-”

“Just promise me,” he stopped you, turning to where you were facing each other. “Promise me, you will be more careful.”

Gingerly cupping your face with his free hand, his thumb stoked your cheek.

You nodded, “I promise.”

Legolas then kissed your forehead. “Now, you did save the Marchwarden’s life, did you not?” He pulled back, tugging you with him to head inside. “That is added cause for celebration.”

“I guess it is,” you laughed and allowed him to bring you back to the party.

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#legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas #legolas imagine #lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagine #lotr #lotr imagine #aragorn #theoden #gimli #gandalf #merry #pippin #haldir

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halfelven · 2 years

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💝 ik it's obvious but the orange by wendy cope literally always makes me think of the hobbits but especially it always makes me think of a frodo slowly getting more stable and happy after returning from mount doom

the orange

Frodo sits on the grass outside Bag End watching the clouds move slowly over the distant hills. It doesn’t look quite the same as before, but neither then does he. Nothing stays the same forever. He runs his fingers through the grass. The strange thing is, it still feels like he has ten. A phantom finger. But there are a lot of phantoms around him now.

Elanor carries him a crown of daisies.

‘Uncle!’ She puts the crown on him and fixes the flowers around his hair with all the gentle precision of a wild young girl. ‘You’re pretty.’

Frodo smiles. He feels tears in his eyes at the same time, and he blinks them away—it’s just, it’s been a long time since he thought himself pretty. But she does, even with the scars across his face.

‘Thank you, darling,’ he says, and she’s run off again to dance in the buttercups before he can finish.

The gardens of Bag End didn’t look like that before either, with Elanor dancing through the flowers, but he wouldn’t have them any other way. Elanor falls and tumbles down the hill, rolling all the way to the bottom before she springs up to do it over. The green ribbons in her hair—a present from Arwen—look like leaves.

Frodo hears Legolas’s fair elven voice rising up in sudden argument against Gimli’s tale of Helm’s Deep. Well, they’ll argue particulars of that story for days.

Frodo catches himself smiling again at the way the Gaffer’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when Legolas turned up in the Shire. Apparently Saruman wasn’t nearly as impressive.

Frodo rests his hand over Arwen’s jewel. His hand and shoulder both still hurt, but they’re getting better, or he’s getting better at dealing with the pain. Sometimes all he thought he’d ever see were Sauron’s eyes and the emptiness of Mordor stretching out as a waste before his eyes.

They still follow him—in waking and in nightmares—but his memories of what was before grow stronger each day, and he makes new ones. The taste of strawberries is fresh and light and sweeter than anything he could have imagined.

‘She takes after you, somehow,’ Sam says from behind Frodo. Frodo turns to look at him. ‘Elanor, I mean,’ Sam says. ‘She does remind me of you... Picking up after you, I suppose.’

Frodo shakes his head and pats Sam’s leg. ‘Sit down.’

Sam does. He hands Frodo two segments of an orange. The fruit is still half unpeeled in Sam’s hand, and he starts the slow work of working off the peel as he eats one piece and Frodo eats two. The air is misted with the scent of the orange, and Elanor runs up the hill again. She stands beside her father and leans her entire weight on his shoulder, holding out her hand in front of him for her pieces.

Sam gives them to her and then swings her around gently so that she’s in his arms and not ‘crushing him,’ as he teases.

‘Rosie could keep Gimli talking all day about those caves,’ Sam says.

‘Anyone could keep Gimli talking all day about those caves!’ Legolas calls, and Frodo looks behind him to see that Legolas has made his out outside and is up on the roof of Bag End looking at the Johnny Jump Up Violets.

‘Should I save her?’ Frodo asks.

‘I think she’s only heard the story five hundred times and you’ve heard it a thousand, so you’d better not.’ Sam smiles. He looks older than before when Frodo and Sam would sit out in the yard talking about someday going to see Elves, not yet friends with the one stepping lightly over their chimney. Laughter lines are growing on Sam’s face. Frodo would not have those any other way either. He traces a thumb over Sam’s cheek and leans in and kisses him.

‘What?’ Sam asks.

Frodo smiles. ‘Nothing,’ he says and means everything.

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange —

The size of it made us all laugh.

I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave —

They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,

As ordinary things often do

Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.

This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.

I did all the jobs on my list

And enjoyed them and had some time over.

I love you. I’m glad I exist.

The Orange — Wendy Cope

Happy Valentine's Day!!! 💝💝💝 Hyvää ystävänpäivää!!! 💖💖💖

💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀

this poem with Frodo makes me so soft 🌷💖🌸🌿🌻 also their friends were the ones who brought them the oranges from the south!

I am giving you an untitled poem I wrote when I was 13 that I kept thinking about when writing this story

💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀🌷💖🌸🌿🌻🍀

The sky is blue, the field red, the trees are brown and grey—

they rise high, into the sky—touch it, love it, sway.

The wind is strong, the sun is warm, the clouds are white and fast—

they fly soft across the sky, with forms that never last.

The grass is brown, the leaves unborn, the flowers still unseen—

the earth is waking yet once more for life and spring and green.

And I am young, the World is old, and now is beautiful.

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ailendolin · 2 years

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Deb beh for the ask game ?

Vex, is that you? 😂

One aspect about them I love:

That she’s an ordinary woman. Most heroes nowadays have some kind of special power but Debbie, apart from her Yonderland heritage, is just a mum in her thirties who also happens to be the Chosen One. Her common sense, her compassion and her willingness to help people in need is what makes her special, not any superpowers. Her story is less like the Avengers or Harry Potter’s and more like Frodo’s – and ordinary person just trying to do the right thing – and I love that.

One aspect I wish more people understood about them:

Is there even Debbie discourse out there? I have no idea. The only thing I can think of is that people might have different opinions about her not telling Pete about Yonderland. On one hand, I really wish she would have told him because we’ve seen Pete’s reaction in the Pipple Fruit episode and know he’s going to be completely on board with all the craziness. On the other, I also get why Debbie didn't. By the end of the show she’s sort of reached that point where she kept it a secret for too long. She missed the right moment to talk about it. It would probably feel really awkward now to bring it up and have to explain why she hasn’t said anything for years.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have about this character:

Once she finally gathers up the courage to tell Pete about Yonderland, she’s very happy to take him along with her (she can’t wait to show him who Ted Higgins from Number 73 really is). Not the kids, though. Yonderland has people-eating plants, monsters in the woods and very overcrowded streets where children could easily get lost. There’s no way she’s taking the twins there, at least not until the novelty’s worn off for Pete and she can actually rely on him to keep an eye on them.

The day their whole family goes to Yonderland for the first time is both the longest, scariest and most exciting day of her life. She’s never seen her kids so immediately at home anywhere before and it makes her feel a bit bad for having denied them this for so long. Her favourite moment of the day is when they visit the Elders and the twins immediately climb up onto the seats so they can sit on Choop’s lap. Debbie tries to take a picture of the moment but nearly drops her phone when Vex says, “Aw look at them. Almost ready to take their places on the council.”

They add the blurry picture to the family album anyway.

One character I love seeing them interact with:

Elf. I just love their friendship so much. One of my favourite running gags in the show is Debbie going, “Hearts and minds,” and Elf randomly naming other body parts because he doesn’t know the saying. I love how that cultural confusion goes both ways and pops up in their conversations every now and then.

One character I wish they would interact with/interact with more:

I would just repeat myself if I said Ho-Tan and Choop so let's say Negatus. I loved the few little glimpses at a possible alliance / friendship we got to see throughout the show and I’m a bit sad that never really went anywhere. I really want Debbie to find out about Santa Negatus and maybe persuade him to play Santa for her kids next year. That could be a great bonding moment for them and I’m sure Negatus and the demons wouldn't mind.

One (or more) headcanon(s) I have that involve them and one other character:

Debbie let Boo stay in her home after he saved the twins’ birthday party. She made him a bed out of blankets up in the attic and he almost started crying when she led him upstairs because it’s been such a long time since anyone has been kind to him and actually wanted him around. By the time morning arrives she's come up with a plan to help him find his footing again in Yonderland - after all, children everywhere were the same and if hers found him funny, it stood to reason the ones in Yonderland would as well.

She asks Wizard Bradley and his Mojo to take Boo under their wings and show him how to perform in front of a crowd. With their help, Boo quickly learns what works well and what doesn’t. The next time Debbie sees him in the market square, there’s a huge crowd gathered around him, laughing at his calculated mishaps, and Boo is beaming with happiness.

“He’s a good kid,” Wizard Bradley says.

Debbie smiles. “He is.”

Already answered: Nigel, Thomas, Robin, Pat, Kitty, Julian, Vex, Choop and Ho-Tan

Next up: Flowers

Ask game can be found here.

#debbie maddox #yonderland #headcanons #ask game #ask

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haleths · 2 years

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LotR/HP AU: Concerning the Dark Lord Sauron

In the days before the war Sauron was known as Archelaus Mairon, a Slytherin Hogwarts student who attended school in, say the late-1930s-to-40s? I don't have him well-thought-out, beyond him starting the First Wizarding War and some similarities to Voldy, bringing Isildur over to his side, and later converting Saruman, too. I don't know how to fit Gollum into this verse, either; we could go the House-elf route, but idk, he's definitely not Dobby, and the plight of house elves is a tricky thing to tackle, especially since it wasn't handled well in the books.

At least the One Ring is pretty easy to place: it's Sauron's Horcrux (though there might be others). He hid it long ago, with lots of hexes and protective charms to prevent it from being easily destroyed, and Bilbo found it during a trip to Romania with the Oakenshields, one that involved a very volatile dragon and its hoard, and kept it as his lucky invisibility ring. Frodo doesn't receive the Ring until his third year, though, when Bilbo gifts it to him, just in case he needs powerful cloaking to get out of a pinch. After hearing from Gandalf what happened to dear old Balin, and the famed Glorfindel, and Radagast, and the Eye of Sauron images popping up all over the school, better to be safe than sorry.

Side note on Balin and Glorfindel, and their roles as past DADA profs: they loosely take the roles of Quirrell and Lockhart, with Balin being possessed by Sauron and returning to Hogwarts after a sabbatical to take on DADA because they lost another prof (again), and Balin was a member of the original company when the Ring went missing from the hoard, so Sauron likely assumed Balin knew where it was (he didn't). And to give Balin credit, he resisted Sauron for a long time, and the first year went by without incident, but he left at the end of the spring term citing health problems. Glorfindel was then brought on but a lot of students were caught up in his celebrity, and they didn't really get much done in terms of actual teaching (Halbarad was furious at Gandalf for this hiring choice; in Gandalf's defense, it seemed like a good idea at the time). Little did they know that Balin, now being fully controlled by Sauron, snuck back into Hogwarts and decided to open the Chamber of Secrets and leave behind those little eye symbols everywhere, and the Basilisk was nearly unleashed a second time to chomp down on Muggle-borns. Glorfindel and Radagast got involved, and poor Balin and Glorfindel were killed in the process, but not before Glorfindel heroically slew the Basilisk. Their bodies were later found by the faculty and poor, poor Gimli didn't take losing his cousin well, but Radagast had disappeared. The faculty covered up Balin's involvement and refused to comment on Radagast's disappearance, and everyone was very uneasy going into the new school year.

(okayyy how about we just pretend this hasn't been sat in my inbox for two whole months... i'm so sorry anon, this au is so good and even if i don't have anything to add it should at least be posted!!!)

that being said maybe i do have some thoughts - the sauron/voldemort parallel is kinda a given and i love it, but i'm wondering what that makes melkor then? salazar slytherin himself?! anddd my brain instinctively saw saruman taking grindelwald's role, if were thinking of him as an old friend of gandalf's who ends up taking a different path...

but no oh please god noooo, we CANNOT make gollum a house-elf wsdghsx i don't know where his correct place is in this au but not there, anywhere but there!! also the comparison between glorfindel and lockhart absolutely sent me i'm wheezingg oh my god 😂😂

#anon writes an au #anonymous #answered

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blankdblank · 4 years

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Next Caller Pt 30

On your phone you got the half hour warning that your chair was arriving at your home and you couldn’t help but make a quick stop first before going home. Parking in the lot you hurried around the building and between the random people inside still swooning and speculating what was next. Grinning upon seeing you Balin watched your easing around the counter straight for his distracted cousin’s side while he was mid grind fully unaware of your arrival yet. Wide eyed a moment at the arms latched around his middle Thorin froze and glanced down perfecting the picture perfect moment Dwalin captured on his phone, a soppy grin melting onto his face noticing it was you in your step back.

“I can’t tell you yet, but I have to go wait for my chair delivery, see you in a bit for the zoo.” Turning away from him you trotted to the back door heading back to your scooter to drive home again.

Looking to his cousins Thorin’s grin held as he croaked out in an awkward chuckle, “What was that?”

Balin shrugged and Dwalin said, “Must be one hell of a chair to hug you and dart off.”

Balin said, “We’ll find out in a bit. You can get a picture when you go to pick her up.” Turning back to his mixture he let his mind wander while your usual fan club were sighing at the new update to their real life romantic drama.

Inside your garage again you were sealed and from there you hurried to remind the birds of your guests coming. It wasn’t long after when the truck arrived and a pair of men unloaded the chair that they wheeled to the front door then had to lift and carry through the house to your study behind you. While they carried it you held the tablet you had signed for the delivery with and at the desk you grinned at the pair guiding them back out thanking them after passing the tablet back. With their cart they went back to their truck hoping to get an early start on their next stop which was taking up most of what remained in their truck. Hurrying out the door you checked your mail finding a couple letters from children of one of your friends excited to show off pictures they had drawn of their garden you enjoyed swinging in with them on visits.

Back to your study you went and added the pictures to a cubby with more you were going to hang somewhere then turned to trot over to your chair. Grinning madly you sat on the chair crossing your legs allowing you to hold your desk and turn around in a circle. A few more circles and you hopped up heading back to the front door where you smirked seeing Thorin holding a to go mug saying, “I gotta see this chair.” Roac on his shoulder took off to go greet the other Ravens before focusing on Dot.

Stepping back your grin spread and he chuckled following you back to the study where he smiled seeing the chair nearly identical to your lounge in the study along the opposite wall. “I thought it might be good to have it match the lounge, and it’s pretty comfy. It spins too.”

He chuckled and said, “Well I’m glad you splurged. You deserve it, and it does fit the style. It didn’t set you back too far?”

“No,” you said shaking your head, “I got my first trust payment, from my father’s clan. Thought I’d try to see how I felt after buying something. I’m not going crazy, probably not gonna touch it again for a while, but I’m ok.”

“That’s great to hear.” He said wetting his lips and looking you over, “About the hug?”

“I have news,” you squeaked out widening his grin again.

“Can you tell me yet?” You shook your head and he chuckled nodding his head to the side, “Come on then. Must be good news if you had to hug someone.”

“Oooh,” accepting the to go mug he offered you, “thank you.”

“The citrus one you like.”

“Nice,” you said lifting the mug for a sip while he led you to the door and watched you hang up your bag and palm your keys you pocketed after locking the house behind you.

Together in a group the Durins were waiting, mostly the men aside from Mal and Tili. After the long drive your mug was empty and in a similar short and tank top combo complete with open flannel you matched Mal and Tili. The pair of whom grouped around you and remained there on the way in after the purchase of the admission tickets by the guys at their insistence. From exhibit to exhibit you went stealing pictures with Thorin continuing to steal glances at you until he felt your poke at his side and he smirked seeing the Dik-Dik exhibit.

Shaking his head he joined you and Mal on your way to browse through the deer and antelope breeds. Pictures were taken, including one that Dwalin took with you and Thorin in front of a close by Dik-Dik in the mini almost interactive grazing area walkway. Giraffes were next and large cats next to finish off the usual savannah dwelling creatures heading into forests and mountain animals. Frodo especially loved the lions and other large cats, while Mal went crazy loving the bear exhibit.

Before leaving around a reserved table in one of the in park restaurants your head turned to Tili as she asked, “Jaqi, weekends still free?”

After licking the last bit of sauce off your lower lip you caught her eye with a nod, “As far as I know.”

“Good,” she said with a widening grin, “You should join us this weekend.”

Mal’s smile popped wider and she nodded making you look between her and your grinning boss while Thorin grumbled around his mouthful. Frerin smiled saying, “Yes, you should definitely come see the family home. Gran and Amad have been aching to meet you.”

“I, wouldn’t want to im-,”

Tili shook her head and was joined by nearly all he guys in saying, “No imposition.”

Dwalin, “You should come, we’re all going to be away and we’d hate to leave you without your usual tea fix, Thorin’s got his own little herb garden special at the house so you’ll get his best home brews.”

“I, suppose,” you said glancing at Mal, whose hand landed on yours with an excited squeak.

Finishing lowering her glass she said, “Tomorrow, you, me, we are buying you a bikini.”

“I-,”

Frerin, “We do have a pool, and private lakes on the grounds.”

Tili nodded, “Plus the waterfall near the cliffs. We leave Friday night to fly out.”

“Fly?”

Thorin by then had swallowed his mouthful and said, “Our land is a few hours drive, straddling the border of Erebor and the Grey Mountains. It’s just a forty minute flight.”

“Ok, is it another, casual thing, or..?”

Balin answered, “Strictly casual, just family. If you wanted a simple dress for dinner that would be up to you.”

Tili said, “Sundress, something far from extravagant, if you spent the whole weekend in your pj’s we wouldn’t mind, Dis probably will be showing off her sweats for most of it. Even dinners will mostly be on the back courtyard cooked on the grill no doubt.”

You nodded and lowered your gaze to your plate to slice off another bite while they bled into what you all could do there before Thorin added, “Plus, don’t worry about leaving Roac with Dot alone, he’s coming with us, wouldn’t miss the trip to see his Amad.”

A final tour of the nocturnal section was on your way out and back in his car Thorin looked you over making you say, “I know I don’t have to go. Just wondering what I’m gonna pack.”

“What you usually wear should be fine. They won’t give you a hard time.”

“Is this another Mal courting thing?”

Thorin chuckled and replied, “In a way. Mainly to allow them supervised time together on a vacation since the boys are away often.”

“So no actual buffering then?”

Again he chuckled, “No.”

Music and innocent chatting while you both un-tensed from the slightly confusing trip to the zoo you had both imagined to be far more flirtatious on your parts only to be surpassed by the snuggling trio stealing pecks and embraces where they could mostly leading you and Thorin to man their phones to capture their pictures. The clearly established relationship had taken the forefront of the focus between stops you would all shift to the toddlers to ensure they were being given ample attention as well. It was a bit hard to not be jealous but then again you really had no reason to be. There was no courtship and if one was to start it certainly wouldn’t be in that setting with that crowd all watching so intently.

Open suitcase on the bed you eyed your clothes hanging in your closet and began to add simple clothes. Jeans, shorts, socks of an ample amount along with underwear. Tank tops and t shirts with a few flannels and a sweater just in case. A couple simple dressier things were chosen, a mint sundress, collard and sleeveless, layered for sway and to add a more feminine touch to the style. With that a layered sleeveless tan polka doted top with a navy skirt to match, in case something far dressier was planned you added a simple long sleeved yellow lace layered dress with your new heels and some thigh high stockings. Grumbling to yourself as to what you might choose for a swim suit only to cover your head with your pillow mid groan hoping that you could remain calm near the pool. It had been a long time since you had swam and that was in a secluded pool with just you alone on Celeborn’s property. Either way you were invited and you couldn’t be rude and back out now. Just hoping that the pool time would be kept to a minimum and you wouldn’t be a bother to anyone by spoiling their fun.

Four bell rings in a row even had your birds peeking out of the greenhouse until you called out, “I have little legs Mal! I can only go so fast!” Hurrying from your shower in your towel to open the door. Huffing once you saw her giggling self you turned letting her in, “Just let me get dried off, you said ten.”

“It is ten.”

“Not with that clock thingy last night.”

Looking at her watch she asked, “That was last night?” Then looked up following you only to stop at the first room with new curtains, “You put up curtains!”

From you bath where you wiggled into your panties and bra and got to drying your hair you called back, “Ya, it’s slowly getting there.”

After her own tour she followed the sound of your blow dryer and smirked seeing the battle of the curls trying to keep their springy selves dripping then followed your fingers in folding a simple start to a five section braid she took your agreeing nod to jump in and help you keep it straight all the way down to the end. “I don’t know how you do it every day.”

“I don’t wash it every day, can’t or I end up looking like a sheep. One or twice a week or it gets moody.”

Giggling to herself she followed you to your bed where you pulled on your shorts and tank top with the flannel over she passed you, “Any choice on color for your bikini yet?”

“I don’t know. Used to have an orange one piece,”

“That’s what lifeguards wear.”

“Exactly,” you said sitting down to pull on your socks and tie your converse.

“You were a lifeguard?”

“Out in Lindon, part of my water therapy. Ten summers helping the lifeguards there drag people out of the swells.”

“Water ther-, oh, your ship.”

Shaking your head you stood, “I’ll be fine, I can swim, I just prefer it not to be crowded. I’ll dip my feet in, who knows they might have a lounging waterfall pool area or something I can lay in while you and your duo pounce on one another, or, whatever you kids get up to these days.”

Giggling again she says on your way back to the door after you’d pocketed your phone and wallet, “You know, sometimes I can almost forget just how old you are, until you say something like that.”

“Well it’s true, and don’t you deny you haven’t been drooling over them in their, I don’t know, trunks, speedos, lets hope that they are not the banana hammock type, I doubt I could survive that.”

Nudging you with her elbow she said, “You know you’d like to see Thorin in one.”

Looking up at her you led the way to the door you locked and grabbed your keys off the ring only to turn back to your garage saying, “If I want to see his bare ass cheeks I’d prefer him naked, not in a g string.”

“So you prefer speedo then?” she teased.

“I’m seeing more big picture, you’ve met Bombur and Gloin.”

“Oh, now why’d you-,”

“Bigger picture. As long as they’re comfy I don’t care, but I am hoping for no g strings.” Hitting the button on the wall for the garage door you walked to your bike as she eyed the paint cans, “Now where are we going?”

Smiling at you she said, “To this cute shop I know.” Trotting back to her scooter in your driveway that you pulled up to allowing you to close your door behind you.

As she readied her own scooter she watched the kids racing by who stopped to wave and greet you then dart off whispering making her look at you after the second group, “They saw my runes on the mailbox matched the ones on Bombadil.”

Again Mal giggled and said snapping her helmet on, “Finally getting the credit you’re due.” Leading the way she pulled out of the drive and you were right next to her for the whole way to a far from what you would call cute in size for the shop more like a mini mall in itself. Parked in the railed off section you crossed the crosswalk to the front entrance and passing the section of just floral wraps and sarongs you made your way down the weaving path glancing up at the fans blowing even colder air down on you the farther back you got dropping the temperature absurdly low for a swimsuit themed shop in your opinion.

“I suppose we can start in one pieces.” Looking around with pursed lips she said, “I think blue,” leading the way to the section of blue while you milled about in the silver ones just past the white ones. A few minutes past and she called out, “Find anything yet?”

Sliding them from one side to the other you replied, “Do they sell nothing but thongs?”

To that she giggled and replied, “Well you are in the thong section.”

“I am?” You said peering up at the odd symbol on the sign your head cocked at, “Oh, it’s a butt, I thought it was another non peach logo mishap.”

Turning around you strolled out of the thong section eyeing the butts becoming more covered in the logos. “Peach logo?”

“I told you about the Butt bush on the way to Rohan.”

“No you most certainly did not.” She fired back peering at you as you started to browse the silver section.

“Oh, could have sworn I did. Anyways, we get to the airport and he pulls into the ‘peach’ section for parking right in front of this butt shaped bush.” Behind her hand she snorted trying to hold back a giggle moving another suit aside, “And he said it’s a peach, but it clearly was a butt,” pulling out your pocket you found the picture and sent it to her phone only making her snort and laugh out loud when she saw it, “Butt bush.”

“That is not a peach,” she giggled out helplessly while you sighed and moved onto the black section seeing as silver just shifted to more scaly designs with absurd ruffles.

“Ooh,” That had her leaving her section to come find you.

“I heard an ooh, I want to see the ooh.” Up to your side she walked and eyed the lace cutout style panel over the middle of the black one piece. “Nice.”

Holding it up to yourself, “Does this look like it’d fit, I have sort of weird proportions.”

“That’s why I like this shop,” she said moving to the end she pulled the measuring tether she brought over to you helping to get the right size using the chart hanging on the end she read when she took the tether back. “This one should fit better. Owner is a Half Hobbit, used to having weird proportions. Yours should be on the blue hangers. I get the lilac.”

Nodding you laid the right sized one over your arm and joined her to the blue section where she eased right back to where she was then pulled out a choice of her own, “Ooh, that’s nice.”

She nodded eyeing the more classic blue polka doted suit saying, “I like it.” Laying it over her arm she turned her head taking your free hand, “Now, bikinis.”

Eyeing the signs for how much coverage the bottoms offered you skipped the silver ruffled section and started in the red section. More towards the skimpier end showing off the bright baby blue black outlined string bikini. Nipping at her lip she trotted over to you asking, “What have you found?”

“Um,” you said eyeing a black simple shaped two piece, the top was heart shaped with two bands going diagonally across your ribs flashing a bit of skin. Matching the bottom with double bands on the sides around your hip bones. “I don’t know why but I like it. Not sure how it would look though.”

Nodding her head with a larger size she brought you to the little try on station where body models were set up. Helping you to ease the suit on over its nonexistent head you settled the suit onto it laying the bands flat across its ribs. “That would look so cute on you. Just hug you perfectly, I like the crossing for you.”

Removing the suit you went back and grabbed the one in your size and curiously kept browsing with her close by to see if there was anything else that caught her eye. Branching into colors a neon yellow top with a similar crossing set of strips around the ribs paired with a navy blue bottom with neon yellow decorative ties on the sides. Wraps and covers were next and with a couple sarongs chosen you both headed for the registers while Mal teased her way through imagining how the boys would react to her choices. Ending at the scooters by saying, “And we all know Thorin will just scoop you up seeing your piercings on full display.”

“Oh I highly doubt that.”

“Oh yes he will, because he won’t want anyone else seeing them.”

Making you giggle and roll your eyes, “With that explanation then I expect you to be locked in a closet beside mine with that teenie bikini of yours. Though it might just be Dis locking you away,” making her giggle again. A message on your phone had you saying, “Ooh, I gotta head home, my mattresses are on their way.”

“Do you need an ally?”

“I mean, if you like. I was just gonna wash these, make some soup and sandwiches while I waited.”

“I like soup.”

With a giggle you said, “Alright, come on then.” With your bag on the dip between your legs you rode your way back to your house parking in your garage that she followed you through to your sewing cabinet to cut off the tags while she gawked at your setup.

“Where did you get this?”

Looking at her you said, “Oh, um,” looking around the cabinet you brought out the card you had tucked into one of the top compartments you handed to her, “I don’t know how to say it, but they’re pretty affordable. Had mine for centuries. Folds up into a chest and it’s light weight, fireproof and all that.” She snapped a picture of the card that you put back again then went out to your greenhouse where she saw you using the faucet in the wall to fill the small barrel that with a small bit of laundry soap Mal watched you hand lather your swimsuits. Pouring the mixture out over a couple of your planters that helped to perk up the rare plants more you refilled the barrel and rinsed off the suits while she talked about her thoughts for how the trip would go.

“I think it’ll go well, I mean everyone will be there, so all the ones from the Festival plus so many more. I think that should be-,” For a moment her eyes flinched wider feeling something brushing her cheek in Kuu’s lean over her shoulder.

In her silence you looked up saying, “You’re up late Kuu,”

“We have a delivery.”

“Yes we do. I was going to make some soup, did you want some peas before bed?”

“Yes please. I will get my bowl.” He said turning away parting Mal’s lips in his sudden vanishing after his sudden appearance while you stood to hang up your suits.

On her feet she watched you dump the final barrel of water and then lead the way to the kitchen where you washed your hands and filled the pot that you added peas to allowing that to sit. “Does he do that often?” She whispered by your ear making you smirk at her.

“Ask for peas?”

“No, the, leaning,”

“Oh, ya. Hector and his Mate do the same, I think it’s just, their thing. They like to be sneaky. Means he likes you or he’d stay away.” Mal nodded and you giggled, “You get used to it.” Turning to head to the pantry for more soup and your last loaf of bread while Kuu came in and settled his bowl on the counter and looked to Mal stepping close to her side. Adding the soup to the second pot you settled on the second lit burner saying, “It shouldn’t be that long of a stop, just leaving some mattresses. Tomorrow is the big build day. But they won’t bother you all.”

Happily he watched as you strained the peas out you poured into his bowl he carried back to his house after a big yawn. “Thank you.”

“Get some sleep.”

He walked off and she looked you over as you brought out a skillet for the sandwiches and started to slice the bread. “So when are you buying a washer and dryer?”

Smirking at her you said, “Is it crazy that I might actually like my hand washer kit?”

“Little bit,” making you giggle again, “A bit like little house on the prairie. Next I’ll see you churning your own butter.”

“Oh I don’t have the patience for that, takes hours if you do it right.”

“Is this homemade bread?” She asked and you lifted a brow at her, “This is not a criticism, that’s kind of awesome. And your soup, did you buy these?” She asked lifting the empty jar she sniffed. “This smells so good.”

“Thank you, I should have some more soon, by how my veggies look.”

“I’m gonna have a house like this one day, and you are teaching me how to make that.”

“Sure. It’s fairly simple recipe. Just jar it and you can have soup when you like.” Finishing off another grilled cheese your head turned at the doorbell sounding making you turn off the burner for the skillet.

“I got this.”

You nodded saying, “Just stir it occasionally should be back before it’s done.” Walking for the door you grinned and showed the delivery men inside. “That corner should be good.” The first man eyed the empty room and you said, “They’re installing the bunk beds tomorrow.”

Chuckling to himself he said, “Stacked should be best then. Just to make sure they don’t fall over.”

“Yes, that would be good, my birds like to explore.”

Stacked in the corner out of the way the four were left and they guys were back to their truck with signed slip in hand ready for their next stop. Back to the stove you went and finished off the soup you served out complete with split grilled cheeses enjoyed while you shared basic ways to make the bread and what actually was in a few of your soups. A message from Bilbo that he needed some help in the shop had her stealing a hug and hurrying out, “See you tomorrow.”

“See you.”

Finishing off the food you cleaned up and let out a breath double checking your garage and front door were locked before heading back to your bedroom to get some sleep early. Plans however didn’t pan out as you were up a few more hours watching a show to tire yourself out. Groggily you checked your suits and ensuring they were dry you folded them and added them to the suitcase at the foot of your bed.

Today would be busy to say the least. Four rolled around and getting ready you were off, though a bit early you headed in having to skip the shop from a message that the guys had sent you saying they had a surprise for you. Sending off a quick message to Thorin you went straight to the station where you found the guys ready to lead you into their office.

“Everything good?”

Glorfindel, “Better than good.” Flashing you one of the stickers making your jaw drop as you let out an excited squeak taking hold of the sticker making them chuckle.

Ecthellion, “Just the Countess for now as she’s the most popular right now, possibly we could add another character monthly if you like.”

You nodded saying, “Ya, maybe Wolsey next, I can get you a copy of his sketch to stock up if you like.” They nodded and taking hold of the manila envelope holding the 20 sheets of portrait stickers with four on each sheet.

Exiting into the hall you froze at the to go mug being held in front of you when you turned. “Hello,” You said to Mal who you accepted the mug from.

“This is how Thorin gave me your drink. Ding Dong, ‘this is for Jaqi.’ You broke my uncle in law.” Rolling your eyes you turned for your booth to wait outside sipping on your cider, “What’s in the envelope?”

“Mmm,” lowering your mug you reached into the envelope and excitedly she squeaked accepting the sheet you held out to her, “Stickers.”

“This is why you missed your drop in?”

You nodded and replied, “Yup. I didn’t realize-,”

Her smirk deepened looking at you, “Oh you didn’t realize that Thorin wanted to make sure that his lady had her morning fix before our show?”

Shaking your head you said, “I doubt-,”

She pointed at the cup, “He woke me up, to give you, the mug that you couldn’t make it in for instead of barging in here himself. Which if he had he’d no doubt hide out and watch.”

“Either that or he’s staking out the place to find his own way in for next week.” Making her giggle to herself.

A stunning show centered around two new characters drove people off what they had imagined, though excitedly they were hooked when Frenn did come back into the story in tries to goad a confession out of Durin while he scoured his ship in search of the meant to be resting Bunny.

The silenced buzz of your phone alerting you to the bed frame arrival, once the show was over a hasty hug from you later to Mal and you were off to hop onto your scooter. Texting Bilbo she passed on word that you were heading home confirming to her that Dwalin was already at your place. A fact that you found for yourself upon arrival seeing him parked in your driveway. Opening the garage door you parked on one side and let him pull in on the other leaving a wide section for any supplies they might need in the driveway or garage. Hastily through the house you went warning the birds that you were closing the door to the greenhouse hearing Dwalin greeting the first crew. Off the truck the wood was unloaded and out you came flashing a grin to Dwalin who said, “Jaqi can show you back.”

You nodded and led the group to your sisters’ room and you pointed to the opposite wall from the door, “That wall should be plenty big enough for some extra space if you need it.”

The head builder said, “Oh ya, plenty of room,” turning his head he said, “You have the mattresses, good.”

“They’re not in the way, are they?”

They shook their heads and he said, “No, not in the least. We may have to take down your curtains till we’re done though to be safe on not catching them,”

“Ya sure,”

Measuring tapes came out while one of the men brought down the curtains and moved them to the white and orange spare room then returned to find the head man saying, “We have some, three feet, on the end over here, now, we could add some spare shelves to fill that space if you like, for spare sheets or such. I’d hate to just leave that space empty at the end of the day.”

“Yes, that would be amazing, thank you.”

He nodded pleased that you were so apt to his suggestion and said, “We’ll get started.” You nodded and headed out at Dwalin calling your name when the first crew saw another crew arriving, though chests un-puffed when they realized the much simpler bed kits were being assembled in other rooms. Through the front door while the other crew stacked the wood they would cut on their pop up table in your driveway for final measurements the second crew unloaded their kits into the sea foam room for your Naneth and Cirdan first. Following up by moving the orange and blue rooms’ beds in next with the blue beds on one side and the tan on the other. Starting with the sea foam while you sat on the couch beside Dwalin the sound of construction starting had you glancing his way.

“Want some stickers?”

He looked at you then glanced down at the sheet you passed him with wide eyes in a deep breath, “No!”

“Yup,” Shifting on the couch you said, “I think I’m gonna put two in my study and bring the rest to your family place, ooh, you haven’t seen my new chair.” He shook his head and followed you to your study where he grinned at your chair you knelt and spun around on it and chuckled watching you set your sticker sheets by the notes you had put in one of your desk drawers. The remaining sheets were added to your suitcase and back to the living room you went while he hurried to add his sheet to his trunk after having amply praised the design of the fabled Countess.

Before the hour was through the platform was built for the sea foam bed with padded headboard attached and ready for its mattress. Windows were closed and onto the next room the team moved catching glimpses of curious supply fetchers from the other team stealing peaks at what vibe the rooms were giving off for them. All seeming to be pleased with your taste, especially those building the base of your bunk beds loving the clear able to grow into children’s room hinting for them perhaps that there were bairns excited for these beds to be completed for them. Every hint urging the teams to do their best, especially since more than one of them had shared whispers on your name, having recognized it instantly upon the bombshell addition to Bombadil’s new lineup.

The twin platform beds for the orange/blue room were completed with ease and with Dwalin beside you they gave you a final tour of the results and with checkbook in hand you wrote out the check for the assembly fee and handed it over only to giggle and sign out a few autographs for the crew. Excitedly they cleaned up the final things and headed on to their next stop while you found your house sketch journal and crossed off the five bed frames that were now completed. Hearing the hints that the guys were nearing the end of their build after you and Dwalin had eaten you broke out some of the supplies you had bought a few days prior making Dwalin smirk seeing the tray of bacon burgers and some steak fries. Sodas, water bottles were set out with plates around the table that you expanded.

Peering into the doorway as the men finished hoisting the mattresses onto the upper levels after having added the lower ones you watched them all look over the final effect then turned at the youngest one tapping the others and turning to see you. “Hi, looks good.”

The head man nodded and said, “We’re so glad you like them. Shouldn’t take long to clean up.”

“Well I made some burgers and fries, you guys look hungry.” Gratitude blended to compliments and muffled chatter through the meal they helped to clean up after filling the sink with ample thanks keeping hold of their still unfinished drinks they took out to the truck then got to cleaning up. The head builder showed you the finer details of everything and was pleased at your own climb up the steps between the beds to crawl into the two top beds. Checking each of the shelves came next and excitedly you thanked the team again and handed over the 2k check for the install fee they wrote you out a receipt. For them as well more pear circled J Pear autographs were handed out before their filing back into their truck leaving you alone again.

Already anticipating it Dwalin grinned in your tight hug around his middle he returned before asking, “Need my help for anything?”

You shook your head saying, “Was just gonna bring out the sheets and stuff for that room so I can wash them when I get back from the trip. In case you have to head home to pack or anything.”

With a grin he chuckled saying, “I am packed, Frodo however, is not. Everything does look amazing. I will see you on the plane, Dear.”

You nodded accepting his next hug, “See you then you big softie.” Making him chuckle and join you for the walk to your still open garage he backed out of allowing you to close it while he pulled away heading home again.

Exhaling sharply you went to bring out the things for that room you set in that room, which you smirked standing in admiring it all, including the curtains that you tied back and lowered the internal shades readying for your trip, a task you repeated in each guest room. Opening the greenhouse door again you gave the all clear that the house was all yours again. Dishes were next with enough in the washer to start it freeing you to head back to the living room to wait until you could put them away again.

Pt 31

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr #Dwalin

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amerrierworld · 4 years

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a fic every day in august (9/31)

the Fellowship (modern) (868 words)

“So, how was your latest pilgrimage, Gandalf?” Aragorn asked, taking a swig from his beer.

“Oh, stop, it was hardly a pilgrimage,” the old man huffed, cautiously flipping burgers on the grill. A grey apron protected his blue hawaiian shirt from the grease that spat back up.

“Dear friend, if trekking through Austria with no contact with anyone for some weeks is not considered a pilgrimage, I don’t know what is.”

“It was just a vacation. Nothing more.”

“Saruman being an ass again?”

“Oh, yes, of course. You know him. Doesn’t leave me or the others alone. Galadriel and Elrond have had it up to here with his management skills.”

“Or lack thereof.”

“You can say that again. Now, go and fetch the plates for me, young man.”

Aragorn grinned, doing as he was told, walking inside the old man’s large and well-kept home. Boromir was rummaging through the cooler in the kitchen. The man’s forehead was dewy with sweat as he gladly popped open an ice cold beer. He greeted Aragorn with a nod of his head.

“Need any help?” he asked as he saw Aragorn grab a stack of plates from the cupboard.

“Oh, no it’s fine. If you want to carry that cooler outside that’d help, though.”

The two men set up the large table outside on the patio, fetching cutlery and cups while Aragorn whistled for his dog, Brego. As the German Shepherd bounded across the lawn to him, Merry and Pippin, who’d been playing with him, followed.

"Food’s ready,” Aragorn said. Merry took a sniff of the air.

“No it’s not, it’s not done until the sausages are burnt black, in proper Gandalf-style cooking.”

A sharp slap against the back of his head followed and Gandalf scowled. “Keep it up and there’ll be no food for you at all, Meriadoc.”

Boromir tossed a ball for Brego to catch as he sat down with a plate of two burgers and a heaping serving of potato salad. Aragorn wandered over to the pool, where his wife and Legolas were busy trying to get a stout and burly Gimli to do water acrobatics with them.

“This is ridiculous!” he gasped, struggling in the water, his red beard soaked to a darker shade. Arwen giggled and helped him to the shallow end.

“You just need more practice,” she said, noticing Aragorn and smiling brightly as he leaned against a chair to watch the trio.

“Or maybe it’s because my legs aren’t as goddamn long as you thin, lanky trees!” he said in a gruff tone.

“Shall I find you a box then?” Legolas joked. Gimli nearly tackled him and pulled him under the water if the blonde wasn’t so swift. The three looked towards Aragorn who cleared his throat.

“Food?” he offered.

“Ah! About time! Let me out first, I’ve got to get my hands on some food before Peregrin eats everything,” Gimli said, waddling in the water to the the nearest steps as quick as his stout legs could carry him. Arwen came out as graceful as ever, wrapping a towel around herself and greeting Aragorn with a kiss.

“Have you seen Frodo and Sam?” he asked her.

“Oh, I think they’re still in the library with Rosie,” she said. “Gandalf’s got so many books, and Frodo promised to borrow a few to give to Bilbo when he got home.”

Aragorn nodded his thanks and as she walked away he went back inside the large mansion to fetch the last few stragglers of their crew. He opened the door of the library and stumbled upon Sam snoring into a book and Frodo and Rosie eagerly chatting over some volume he held in his hands.

“Knock knock,” Aragorn whispered. They looked up, startled. “Burgers, anyone?”

“Oh, finally!” Rosie whispered excitedly. “Go, go on Frodo. I’ll wake the sleepyhead up.”

“Kids have been draining him, poor Sam,” Frodo chuckled as he joined Aragorn outside. “I bet the babysitter’s gonna demand a fortune after he gets home tonight.”

“Well, who in their right mind would have so many children?” Aragorn replied as they walked back to the rest of the party. “Arwen and I can hardly handle just one sometimes.”

“How is dear Eldarion nowadays?”

“Oh, good. He misses Uncle Frodo, you know. You need to stop by more often; you’ve more understanding of those modern video games than I do. I just take him fishing, but that seems to bore him often.”

Frodo laughed as they got outside. “I’ll make sure to come visit soon.”

He grabbed a plate and a blackened burger, shuffling in next to Merry and Pippin. Boromir was handing out drinks as Legolas ladled more salad onto Gimli’s plate when he wasn’t looking, and Brego was already begging for scraps underneath the table. A sleepy Samwise joined them on the arm of Rosie and the giant party huddled around the table, swatting away curious flies and bees with nonchalance.

The sun was bright and the summer air was hot and humid, and their conversations lasted long into the night around bonfires and late night swims, with a satisfied host falling asleep in his lawn chair with his grey bucket hat falling over his eyes.

A/N: Gandalf is rich with the company he works for alongside Elrond, Galadriel and Saruman. Therefore his home has ample space to host giant barbecues with his many companions. He wears bucket hats and hawaiian t-shirts and sucks at grilling burgers and I will stand by that head canon :) maybe a pt 2 will come of this; it was a lot of fun.

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thatfanficstuff · 6 years

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Her - Legolas

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Warnings: None

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(Legolas POV)

My eyes followed Y/N as she moved back into camp from collecting wood for the fire. Realizing I was staring, I jerked my gaze back to the flames in front of me. Y/N had traveled as a companion of Gandalf to Rivendell. She had been the second to pledge herself to accompany Frodo on his quest. At first, the rest of us had been uncomfortable with her presence amongst the Fellowship, but she had saved more than one of us more than once by this point. Her skill with a sword was nearly unmatched amongst us. And her aim with her throwing knives was nearly as precise as mine with my bow.

Currently, we were recuperating after fighting a mass of orcs. Frodo and Sam had left us, heading their own way. Boromir was injured, but alive, thanks to Y/N. In the confusion several orcs had attempted to take Merry and Pippin but they'd been retrieved quickly. Now we were preparing a small meal and getting some rest so we could push hard on the morrow. My gaze naturally found Y/N again as I wondered how different things would have been had she not been here.

"You're staring again," Aragorn said as he sat beside me. He smirked around the stem of his pipe.

My cheeks flushed and I cleared my throat. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mmm-hmm," he hummed in a way that said he didn't believe me at all. "Y/N, Legolas. I think you might be more aware of her actions than she is."

"I was merely thinking of her prowess in the battle. If not for her we surely would have lost Boromir. Perhaps Merry and Pippin as well. She is a fierce warrior," I stated hoping my friend would believe the words. For while that was all true, that wasn't what constantly drew my eye. No, it hadn't taken me long to admit, to myself at least, that I'd fallen in love shortly after our journey began.

"You do realize you would probably have better luck if you actually had a conversation with her that didn't start with 'we need' and end with 'firewood'?"

I scowled at my old friend. "Thank you for your counsel Aragorn. I shall keep it in mind." With that, I rose from my spot and went to patrol around the camp.

***

Two days later our quiet travel was interrupted by Aragorn calling for us to halt. "Legolas, scout ahead," he ordered. "Take Y/N with you." There was no missing the smirk on his face.

He only smiled wider when he spotted my disgruntled expression. He leaned toward me. "Don't forget to actually scout, my friend. As pretty as she is, I'm fairly certain you've quite memorized what Y/N looks like by now."

I sighed but resisted the urge to say anything further. Instead, I stepped away from the group. "Come, Y/N. Aragorn wishes us to scout ahead." I didn't even look at her as I spoke. Take that Aragorn.

***

(reader POV)

You'd been scouting for some time, finding little of import. You kept casting glances at the elf with you wondering if you'd done something to irritate him as he hadn't looked at you since you parted from the others. "Do you think we should head back?" you finally worked up the nerve to ask. You were always so timid when you were alone with Legolas. You hated it, but thus far hadn't been able to come up with a solution.

"Hmm?" he asked, barely glancing at you. You wondered where his mind had been until you spoke. Not only was he not looking at you, you apparently weren't interesting enough for him to even pay attention to.

You sighed. "Should we head back? We haven't found anything."

He stopped and glanced around. "It is starting to get dark. Perhaps we should."

With that the two of you started to loop around and head back to the others. Legolas hurried in front of you, his elfin feet seeming to almost hover above the ground. You stuck your tongue out at the back of his head. It was rather annoying he was so bloody graceful all the time.

No sooner had the thought come than loose stones rolled beneath your feet. Your vision wasn't as sharp as the elf's and you'd missed the danger. You let out a little yelp as your feet slid out from underneath and you slid sideways down the hill. Rocks scraped your side causing you to grimace.

Legolas shouted for you just before you hit your head on something and everything went black.

***

You kept your eyes closed as you woke. Your head throbbed in rhythm with your heart and you wished Gandalf was here to heal you at least a bit. Radiating warmth told you that you laid near the fire.

"Are you certain she will be all right?" Legolas asked.

You heard a chuckle then Aragorn said, "For the tenth time, she will be fine. I have some herbs we can mix when she wakes that should help her head. The rest will heal on its own."

"This is your fault, you know," Legolas muttered.

"My fault?" the king asked. "How do you figure that?"

"It was your damned teasing. I was so busy trying not to stare at her, that I didn't look at her at all. I missed the threat. If I'd been watching her, I could have warned her," the elf insisted. Your brow furrowed as you tried to figure out why Aragorn would be teasing him about you.

Aragorn laughed loudly this time. "You cannot blame me for that. I sent you off together so you could talk. It is not my fault you are trying to deny your feelings for her."

Your heart sped. Could Legolas possibly like you as much as you liked him? You supposed there was only way to find out and took a deep breath. You could kill orcs. Surely you could handle this.

Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring at the dancing flames. Legolas and Aragorn weren't in your eye line so you figured they sat behind you. Gimli was snoring nearby and Boromir laid on the other side of the fire with his eyes open. His gaze met yours and he grinned. He gave you a wink then shifted his gaze to the space behind you.

"You know, elf," the man said. "If you didn't want her to know about your feelings, you probably shouldn't have discussed it so close to her. Unless I'm mistaken she's been awake for some time."

Your face heated as you smothered a laugh. A hand on your shoulder turned you onto your back. Legolas gazed down at you, his long hair hanging. His eyes looked over you. "Y/N. How are you feeling?"

"Sore and very ungraceful," you said honestly.

He smiled and laid his hand against your cheek. He said nothing, simply looking at you. Aragorn popped into your line of sight and held out a hand. "Sit up, Y/N. I have something that should help that head."

You took his offered hand and Legolas placed his behind your back to help you sit up. You groaned as a new rush of pain flowed through you. "Well, if I'm going to injure myself, at least I did a thorough job of it, I guess."

Both men chuckled then Aragorn handed you a cup. Legolas helped you tilt it and you swallowed down the bitter liquid. Why is it that nothing that helped you ever tasted decent? You scrunched your nose at the taste. Aragorn took the cup from you and rinsed it before handing it back filled only with water this time. You gratefully used it to wash the herbs from your taste buds.

Legolas helped you lay back down. "You should get some sleep, Y/N."

"Are we just going to pretend I didn't hear your conversation?" you asked.

He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "I suppose that depends on what your thoughts are on the subject."

You gave him a small smile then yawned. "Let's discuss it tomorrow, melin. For now, just hold me while we sleep."

His eyes sparked with joy as he settled beside you and pulled you into his arms. Your head rested on his chest and in moments the steady beat of his heart lulled you to sleep.

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Journey (Legolas) part two

Warnings:Spoilers?, (if you haven’t watched LOTR), death but I think thats is

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Two days later you were all off, heading towards Mordor with Gandalf leading the way. It was days into the journey when you were sitting on a rocky surface, watching Boromir and the little Hobbits sparring, in the background you could hear Gimli and Gandalf discussing the direction you should go. Gimli felt it best to go through the mountains, the mines, but Gandalf opposed it. Your attention was dragged back to the boys when you heard the brothers yell out, they dove towards Boromir, flooring him, you laughed at the sight. Aragorn stood up,

“That’s enough,” he said calmly, ready to lift Merry and Pippin of Boromir, but the hobbits had other ideas, together they grabbed hold off the back of Aragorn's knees causing him to hit the floor with a thud before he even knew what was happening. This only made you laugh more. It was quite adorable to watch.

“What is that?” Sam suddenly called, you spun round to see a strange cloud coming towards you. No, it wasn’t a cloud.

“Crebain from Dunland!” Legolas called

“Hide” Aragorn ordered. Everyone dove to safety hiding were you could wait for the all clear.

Once the coast was clear, you call climbed out. Legolas kindly offered his hand for you, helping you on to your feet. A sigh left your lips, now with Sauroman blocking your path, you could have to take a new path, Gandalf thought it best to travel over the mountain, through the snow. You weren’t that keen on the idea, it would be pretty dangerous, especially for the hobbits, but they only other, option was the mines, but the way Gandalf had protested against it made you think the snow would be a better option.

Neither the less, you were off, up the mountains through the deep cold snow, you knew you were starting to feel grumpy and had no doubt it was written on your face, as the path narrowed, the snow seemed to deepen and the drops got bigger. You found yourself clutching the stones of the mountain because you had a feeling that you would fall if you didn’t it would be the icing on the cake you thought.

Legolas quickly walked passed you it looked like he noticed something out there, something you couldn’t see.

“There is a fell voice on the air!” he explained.

“It’s Saruman!” Gandalf yelled, now you heard it. He was chanting something,

“He’s trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!” Aragorn explained

“No!”, Gandalf refused too. He stepped out into the snow, in the attempt to cast a counterspell but it was too late, the snow above slide down towards you, in a split second Legolas had pushed Gandalf out the way, then dove on top of you, as if he were protecting you. Instinctively you held onto his tunic, it wasn’t exactly the best timing but you couldn’t help notice his muscles through his shirt, you wouldn’t have expected it looking at him. At least you weren’t feeling the cold anymore.

Legolas was the first to pop out of the snow, like a daisy. He then turned to you, holding out his hand, which you took letting him help you out the snow. You returned the favour, helping the others out too. “This will be the death of the hobbits” Boromir called, there was a quick discussion as to what to do next.

“Let the Ring Bearer decide” Gandalf finally suggested. You all turned to Frodo, giving him the chance to decide,

“We will go through the mines” he spoke, Gandalf didn’t look happy with that, but he didn’t complain, and so you all traipse back down the mountain.

“The walls... of Moria!” Gimli spoke, you looked up to see a large lake beside the side of the mountain, to you it looked like every other vast cliff face, but Gimli looked impressed.

“Dwarf doors are invisible when closed,” he said proudly.

“Yes, Gimli, their own masters cannot find them, if their secrets are forgotten” Gandalfs reply was blunt.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Legolas chirped in, his tone was sarcastic, Gimli simply grumbled in reply, making you chuckle.

You followed the path along the lake and while the others checked the walls for the door, your eyes traveled, around the water, it was eeriey, like there was something dark in it you always had a sense for it. Suddenly Gandalf stopped and because you were focused on your surroundings, you very nearly bumped into Legolas, who walked in front. You watched the wall, as bright lights began to appear, outlining a door, above it there was writing. It said ‘The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria, Speak, Friend and enter’ Gandalf read it out for everyone else too. You weren’t sure what it meant but Gandalf seemed to know. Thankfully. He spoke something in elvish, but nothing happened. He then tried again saying something different and once again nothing happened. Now what. Maybe the old wizard didn’t know.

“Well, this is going to take a while, I’m going to sit down” you spoke, after Gandalf had a go at Pippin, it probably wasn’t the best idea, because you earned a glare from Gandalf. Ignoring it, you walked over to a dead tree, getting comfy at the roots, Legolas walked over stopping beside you, leaning against the tree. You kept your eyes on the lake in front, it did look kind of beautiful. Before you knew it your thoughts traveled to Legolas, more specifically how he protected you. That led you to think about his warmth when he had his arms around you, without meaning to your eyes drifted to the side where he stood. He was so still, like a beautiful statue, his sharp eye stared out towards the lake, there was no way he wouldn’t notice your gaze but you just couldn’t drag your eyes away. a splash of water drew your attention away. Merry and Pippin were skimming rocks across the water, as Pippin lifted his arm to throw another Aragorn stopped him, probably for the best.

“Something stirs in the lake” Legolas spoke in your ear you turned to him quickly, not expecting him to be looking at you, not in the way he was. A blush crept onto your face, and your eyes lingered on each other for a moment, but you snapped out of it, when his words sunk in, just as you turned to the lake, a loud noise drew both your attention away. It was the door, Gandalf opened it. You jumped up, ready to enter, it was dark and quiet inside. Gimli spoke of the fabled hospitality of his people, excitedly explaining the meal you would all be enjoying soon, but it was all so quiet, was it supposed to be?. You walked onwards in the dark, tripping over something startling yourself, whatever it was, was light, and made a strange cracking noise.

Using his staff and a white crystal Gandalf illuminated the area.

“And they call it a mine, a mine!” Gimli continued cheerfully. “This is no mine, it’s a tomb!” Boromir called out. Sure enough, when you looked down, you saw, bones, dead dwarves scattered the ground, it was obvious there was a fight, arrows and weapons joined the bones. Gimli cried out, while Legolas knelt down, pulling out an arrow

“Goblins!” he called.

Everyone pulled out their weapons, including you. Just in case.

“We make for the Gap of Rohan, we should never have come here” Boromir ordered.

“Go, back up” you whispered to the hobbits. Your eyes were fixed on the darkness, walking backward out of the door.

“Frodo!” Merry and Pippin suddenly called.

You turned round to see Frodo being dragged out towards the lake by a tentacle, while the other hobbits tried to free him. Without hesitation you ran out, swinging your blade down, the tentacles released Frodo, returning to the water. Suddenly though, many tentacles came out of the water, slapping the other hobbits aside, before grabbing hold of Frodo again lifting him up into the air. Legolas came running out firing his arrows. There was a bit of a struggle, but Aragorn managed to get the creature to release giving you all the chance to flee, unfortunately, the safest way was back into the mines. Perhaps you could wait until the creature leaves?, the plan was ruined when the creature followed you in, pulling down the rocks and pillars in the doorway. Legolas grabbed hold of you, pulling you away from the rubble. There was only one option now.

“Quietly now. It’s a four-day journey to the other side, let us hope that our presence may go unnoticed” Gandalf spoke.

No one spoke as you all made your way through the mines. Some paths were narrow, winding over large drops. Evidence of where the resident's hand mined, where located everywhere, but evidence of a fight scattered the place too. You had always wanted to see the mines in their glory, you never dreamed you would see them like this. It was a sad sight for sure, Gimli must be devasted. He had spoken so highly of it, though he had never been there, his excitement when speaking off his cousin Balin, you glanced over to him, but it was had to read his expression. Along a particularly long stretch of path, Gandalf pointed to a stream of golden metals. The dwarves wealth wasn’t from gold or jewels, it was Mithril in its raw form. It was beautiful, you stared at it with interest, and while everyone else stared out at the veins, Legolas caught himself staring at you. He enjoyed seeing your eyes light up, when you were looking at something you found interesting. As much as you would have liked to stay there admiring the beauty, it was time to move on.

“Are they stairs?” you asked, stopping at a steep climb. Perhaps they weren’t steps but grooves in the rocks where they had been mined?. They weren’t too much of a bother for you, but the hobbits struggled a little, then there was Legolas who was up in front of you, he was agile and very capable at climbing the ridges, and you had a perfect view of his butt. You tried your best on concentrating on rocks, but sometimes your gaze would drift up.

You had just reached the top when a hand reached out for you. Without looking you grabbed hold, allowing who ever offered it to help you up. A blush formed on your cheeks when you looked up, seeing that the hand belonged to Legolas, you had expected his hands to be like marble and much more delicate, but it was warm and much bigger than your own, with callouses from working with his bow, of course, compared to humans they were still very smooth, you hadn’t noticed the last time he offered to help. Even after he had let go, his heat still lingered. Even after Gandalf had expressed he had no idea where he was going your mind was on Legolas. You had noticed him acting differently with you as of late. You sat yourself down on a rock while you waited deep in thought as you waited for the old wizard to recall the way.

The past few days legolas seemed to be going out of his way to protect you, he would often sit close to you, rather than somewhere else like now, he was standing beside you, looking out to where you had come from, but then maybe it was just wishful thinking on your part that he had an interest in you at all. You shook your head, it was pointless to fantasize about legolas for many reasons. Not just the glaringly obvious reasons. An elf prince and a commoner human, sounds like a silly romance story, not to mention you were all on a serious quest.

You forced, your attention to the high cave you were in, listening out for anything that moved.

“Ah, it’s that way” Gandalf spoke standing up, he walked to one of the three tunnels.

“He’s rememebred” Merry jumped up too.

“No, the air doesn’t smell so foul this way” he replied.

You chucked a little, though, in reality, you shouldn’t literally follow your nose, in most occassions anyway. Thankfully however, Gandalf was right, this did seem to be the right way. You all came to a large open space, broken columns laid on the ground, Gandalf lit up the area better, it was amazing, pillars reached higher than you had ever seen.

“Behold the great realm and dwarf city of Dwarrowdelf” Gandalf shared. You spun as you walked taking in it all in. Suddenly Gimli gasped, he ran off towards a chamber on the side. You all quickly followed finding more skeletons and a coffin, it was that of King Balins. Gimli was knelt down sobbing, Leaning against the coffin was another dwarf holding a large book. Gandalf picked it up, reading out the last page, it detailed the last day they were alive.

“We must move on, we cannot linger” Legolas whispered. You agreed.

“They have taken the bridge, and the second hall” you turned to Gandalf who read from the book. You looked around at the ground as Gandalf continued reading,

“We cannot get out, a shadow moves in the dark, we cannot get out” he looked up, grimly, “They are coming!”

Silence fell between you, suddenly there was a loud banging noise that echoed. Everyone looked round to Pippin who stood in front of a well, with a guilty expression. Behind him a skeleton slowly fell down the well, dragging a bucket with it causing another loud echo, followed by a short silence.

“Fool of a Took!, Throw yourself in next time, and rid us of your stupidity!” Gandalf yelled. The silence after was broken by drumming, it was coming from the well, something else heard that.

You looked round to the Frodo, his sword was glowing

“Orcs” Legolas pointed out. You turned round to the door, hearing running and lots of it. Boromir rushed over to the door to have a look.

“They have a cave troll” he pointed out sounding calm, you were defiently not feeling calm. Legolas moved in front of you, aiming his arrows at the now closed door. You kept yourself in front of the hobbits. The door didn’t hold for long and soon enough you were engaged in a fight with the orcs and the pesky cave troll that seemed to have it in for Frodo, you tried to keep it distracted but the orcs around you were keeping you busy. The troll swung a chainr around, barely missing the hobbits, Aragorn managed to get over to it, but it was the troll flung across the room, knocking him out. When you next got a chance to look around, you saw Frodo fall, the troll had pierced him with a spear.

“Frodo!” you cried, Merry and Pippin dove on the troll. With Pippin stabbing it in the head the troll looked up opening its mouth, giving Legolas the chance to fire an arrow into it and with a long moan it collapsed.

You rushed to Frodo’s side, certain he was dead, but he wasn’t, he was wearing a Mithryl shirt that saved his life. The relief was shortlived, as you all heard Orcs in the distance. You all ran out of the chamber. Orcs swarmed you from all directions, ‘how in the world are we supposed to fight these off?’ you thought. None of you got very far though, as the orcs surrounded you. They snarl and leer at you, look pleased with themselves. Gimli let out a yell, then suddenly the orcs whimpered and fled, for a second there you thought it was because of Gimli until a fiery light caught your eye.

“What is this new devilry?” Boromir asked, Gandalf thought a moment, as if trying to remember.

“A balrog, a demon of the ancient world” he spoke, you heard the Balrog growl, it was coming closer.

“This foe is beyond any of you.. Run!” you didn’t have to be told twice.

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Chapter 11: Quiet Moments

Read it on AO3 Bilbo was in the middle of braiding another loaf of bread when the knocking starts. The boys were early.

Nonetheless, they could wait patiently for him to finish and amuse themselves enough while the bread finished baking and the other goods cooled. He called out, confident that the open windows will allow for his voice to carry to his front door, “Come on in!”

He waits until he can hear the door open and close- (hesitantly at that! Did they not hear him properly?) - for him to call out once again, “I’m in the kitchen.”

He busies himself with opening the oven door and sliding in the newly braided loaf, making a mental note to check in again in a little while once he attends to his guests. Closing the door he turns around to greet his company and finds that his expected quartet of gods is down to one.

And the god in question is the last person he expected to have standing in his kitchen.

“Hello Your Majesty.”

— The King of the Dead looks far less regal standing in Bilbo’s kitchen than he did among his own halls, though Bilbo can’t necessarily blame him when Thorin’s appearance has thrown him off his own train of thought. Still, Thorin looks dwarfed by Bag End standing in the doorway of the kitchen, arms pressed firmly to his side as he and Bilbo share a moment of silence that lasts a touch too long to be comfortable.

The silence seems to be enough of a prompt for the King to collect his thoughts, however.

“Hi. I was in the realm and I thought I would take the opportunity to drop by-”

His sentence drops off and his brows furl as he seems to take in the scene of Bilbo covered in flour and standing in his kitchen.

“I should have done a better job of announcing my presence.”

Bilbo laughed and shrugged. He brushed off a bit of flour from his shirt and pointed past Thorin towards the doorway leading to his study and greeting room. “And what kind of host would I be if I needed an announcement in order to welcome a guest. Let’s talk somewhere we can sit down.”

He brushes past Thorin and leads them to the greeting room, with the silent King behind him following his lead. Bilbo motions to the blue armchair and Thorin remains standing next to it, his limbs still pulled close as if he’ll disturb the room around him by taking up his usual amount of space. Bilbo finds it odd, sure, but he’s not about to point it out to the king of the dead. “Would you like some tea?”

“I- sure.” Thorin responds, “I’m not interrupting you, am I?”

He motions towards Bilbo’s kitchen and Bilbo shakes his head and offers a reassuring smile, “Done correctly, it’ll take a while for the bread to bake. Sit, and let me get you a cup of tea.”

He returns with two steaming mugs to find that Thorin finally headed his words and settled into the armchair, though he can see the King’s eyes wandering curiously over the room and the structure of his home. It’s nothing compared to the palace in Erebor but Bilbo still feels a small spark of possessiveness ignite over Bag End. It’s his mother’s legacy, excluding himself. Bilbo hands one of the mugs over to Thorin before settling in his own red armchair, “So what do I owe the pleasure, your majesty?”

“Thorin is fine. I wanted to stop by because it occurred to me that I haven’t thanked you yet, for what you did for Erebor.”

Bilbo finds himself warring between the polite response and his own curiosity. Curiosity takes a few seconds to gain the upper hand but holds out nonetheless. “You came all this way to say thank you?”

“Well I have something for you as well-” Thorin’s hand jumps to his cloak and Bilbo waits, his interest piqued. “One of my citizens spoke of making your acquaintance when you were in Erebor and he wanted me to pass this along to you if we crossed paths-”

Thorin pulls out what Bilbo can only describe as a small statue from where it was hidden by Thorin’s cloak, and their fingers brush momentarily as Thorin hands the object over to Bilbo. Upon closer inspection, Bilbo can immediately identify the statue as a miniature wooden dragon, intricately carved and pieces together by an expert hand. He turns it over in his hands, carefully marveling at the precision of the joinery of the woodwork. Bilbo spots a few well hidden but visible ball joints at certain places in the Dragon’s anatomy- at the tail and neck most noticeably - and gives a gentle experimental tap to the head of the dragon.

The head turns and the stomach of the statue pops open with a small click, causing a small piece of parchment to tumble out of the compartment hidden in the toy. Bilbo deftly retrieves it and settles the toy in his lap as he reads the message.

“Thanks for the trees! This little guy was from the first cut from the grove and his siblings are a huge hit with the kids here.

Hopefully you’ll stop by again sometime soon and see for yourself!”

Bofur’s scratched signature marked the bottom of the paper and Bilbo let out a quick chuckle. “This is delightful- how is Bofur?”

He turns his attention back to Thorin and is taken aback to find Thorin is no longer sitting like a soldier at attention but is leaning forward, chin resting on his crossed hands and elbows resting on his knees while intently watching Bilbo examine the toy dragon. With Bilbo’s attention once again returned to the King he swiftly withdraws and sits up straight, voice police and shallow. “Bofur is well, he’s been a devoted advocate for Erebor’s new forests- the last time we spoke he said they gave him new “Creative Horizons” as he called them.”

“I’m glad to hear it, how about the other shopkeepers?”

Thorin smiled, breaking his mask of polite interest into something warm, and launched into a tale about the most recent passings through the market place- the experiments being done and the new items the different craftsmen had begun to offer with the inclusion of various plants now being available. Bilbo found himself prompting Thorin at each lull in the conversation and it would spark anew with another story. Soon Bilbo was updated on the state of every individual he had helped on his trip, from that cantankerous doctor to the farmers who wished to resume their craft in Erebor.

Their tea was soon cold, left to the side and forgotten in their conversation as Bilbo listened to the King speak of his people. The God of Death, in turn, no long was behaving like his immediate surrounding would crumble if he dared to take up space within the room. Thorin gestured easily through his stories, using his hands to help mime out concepts as he spoke and his voice was confident, dropping low and dramatic for particularly exciting retellings. He coaxed a few easy laughs out of Bilbo as he spoke of his nephews most recent exploits in the city.

It was only the changing of the light that made Bilbo realize he hadn’t been paying attention to the time. He got up with a start and Thorin abruptly stopped his current story mid-sentence, before looking around the room in concern. Bilbo was already out the door but called back behind him, “I need to check the oven! Keep talking!”

The bread was fine, golden brown and filling the kitchen with the savory scent of freshly baked goods- Bilbo was surprised they hadn’t noticed the smell from the other room. He busied himself with pulling out the racks and finding a space for the loaves to cool, given that the pastries he had made before still dominated the counter space of the room.

Thorin did not continue his story, instead Bilbo heard the chink of ceramic and a few soft padding steps through his hallway. Thorin appeared at the entrance of the kitchen, holding the mugs of forgotten tea. “I probably shouldn’t keep you.”

“Oh hush-” Bilbo replied honestly, “This has been nice. It’s good to hear how your people are doing- and I don’t just mean that to boost my own ego over the plants.”

Something Bilbo could not make out flashed in Thorin’s expression but he didn’t miss the small smile on the King’s lips while Thorin quietly walked over to the sink, dumping out the remaining tea and washing out the cups and Bilbo continued to speak, “You’ll have to give Bofur my thanks by the way.”

“Oh, I.” From the side Bilbo couldn’t be sure but suddenly Thorin’s smile seemed less confident, “I thought you’d want to tell him yourself.”

Bilbo shrugs and leans back against the counter, “It’d be a bit silly for you to let me into Erebor just to say thank you to someone. I was under the impression you weren’t a fan of other gods taking liberties with visiting your realm unexpectedly.”

Thorin frowned and opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the sound of the front door banging open- which made Bilbo visibly flinch at the noise - and a clear voice shouting loudly into the house, “Bilbo, we’re here.”

Bilbo raised his voice, “How many time have I told you boys to be careful not to slam that door- it’s not made of stone!”

A different, more timid voice called back as the sound of many people taking off their cloaks rustled forward from the front room, “Sorry Bilbo.”

Bilbo sighs, “It’s always Frodo who shows humility. I’m in the kitchen.”

He raises his voice for the last part and soon there’s a rumbling of steps as his charges appear at the door way and almost immediately descend on the pastries and bread Bilbo has laid out once they see them.

Merry comes to a standstill once he sees Thorin standing there at a loss and Pippin nearly runs into the other gods back as a result, “Who’s this?”

Pippin maneuvers from behind Merry and pays Thorin no mind, continuing on to get his pastries and handing out a few for the other gods in the room. Sam and Frodo also give Bilbo’s visitor questioning looks but their attention shifts into grabbing their snack.

“This is Thorin - and Pippin if you eat or distribute all of those I promise to fate you will be baking each and every replacement.”

Pippin stalled momentarily in his collection of the various rolls and pastries but continued on nonetheless while Merry’s expression changed to one of recognition, “Oh, you’re Fili and Kili’s uncle, right?”

Thorin shifted and seemed equally surprised, “You know them?”

“They saved me from a tree when I was younger,” Pippin said nonchalantly as he shoved another roll into Frodo’s hands and tossed one to Merry. Thorin only looked more confused by the response.

Bilbo quickly intervened.

“Merry is the God of Harvest and Celebration, and Fili and Kili are common guests to his festivals he oversees at the end of the growing season. That’s how I met them actually.”

Merry makes no note of his position and instead lightheartedly bumps into Pippin, “That was the year you got stuck in the tree, right?”

Pippin huffs, “To be fair, that was at least a century ago, I was a child.”

Thorin chuckles and Bilbo lets out a small huff, thinking about how for it being a century his charges haven’t changed that much, speaking of which, “And you all are obviously not children now, but none of you have introduced yourself to Thorin like mannered Gods, have you?”

The four have enough humility to look abashed and each mumble out a quick apology. Merry takes the lead, followed by Sam, Frodo and Pippin.

“Merry, God of Harvests and Celebrations, at your service.”

“Samwise, God of Hard Work and Perseverance.”

“Frodo, of Elrond’s Realm.”

“Pippin, God of Ingenuity.”

“And mischief.” Bilbo adds to Pippins introduction with a teasing smile and the boys go back to talking amongst themselves and eating up all of Bilbo's hard work. Thorin chuckles at Bilbo’s addition and Bilbo returns his attention to his guest, “How about I walk you out?”

They escape the chaos of the kitchen and the hallway is strangely quiet in comparison leading towards the front room and the door. Bilbo takes the lead and once they can no longer hear the boys Thorin speaks up, “So do you have siblings?”

“No. The boys were each found as new gods by Elrond and he thought I’d be a good fit for guardian for them as they figured this out-” Bilbo sweeps his hand broadly and Thorin nods in understanding, “By that point I was alone so they’ve been a welcome addition since Belladonna isn’t around anymore.”

“Your mentor?”

“Mentor and Mother. She’s the one who built this house actually. I inherited my title from her, along with this place.” Bilbo’s hands twirl, his thumb brushing up against the gold ring on his index finger as he twists it around as habit. He stops at the door and Thorin’s eyes drop down to it as he comes to stand next to Bilbo.

“You must miss her.”

Bilbo gives a half hearted nod, “I do. But I know if was also her time and she took it in stride- She kept trying to give me advice and remind me to check up on things until she had faded completely.” He gives a quick laugh but can’t help but notice the slight sting in his eyes. “I hope I’ve got the same grace when it’s my turn.”

“You seem certain you’ll pass on your title, though that’s not a given for every god.” Thorin noted, his sharp eyes back on Bilbo and his expression open. Bilbo gave a half smile, he appreciated the gods bluntness if nothing else with his questions. “I’ve just got a feeling. Frodo hasn’t found his calling yet despite the fact he’s actually older than his brothers. I think when it’s my turn, he’s going to to become the God of Planting - it just seems right, somehow.”

“That outcome doesn’t bother you?” Thorin asked, his curiosity evident in his voice but holding not ill intent in his words as far as Bilbo could tell.

“If that’s what Galadriel foresees, I’m not going to complain. I’ve had a good time, been in good company. Plus, I think I’ve got ages left in me, it’ll be a while until those boys are truly ready to hold their own.”

Thorin did not respond immediately, “Aye, hopefully they’ll continue to be young for a while.”

He passes by Bilbo as Bilbo opens the door for him, “-You should stop by Erebor sometime, if you want to.”

“Thank you, Thorin.” Bilbo replies easily, “I’ll keep that in mind and let you know if I wish to visit.”

“Good.” Thorin says simply, “Goodbye, Master Gardener.”

“Goodbye, Your Majesty.”

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You Know Nothing Joe Mazzello (Joe Mazzello Imagine)

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Mother and Son

I figure since the show gave so little of these two together, I’d make them at the same time. And this time, instead of four pops to make them, it was three. And if it weren’t for the dagger, it’d be two.

I still need to gloss their eyes, but it’s almost bedtime and I wanted to throw these at you. Plus, look! OUAT Pops again!

So he is a Frodo Baggins pop. He was nearly perfect as is except Sting isn’t shaped like the Dark One Dagger and he was a bit nicely dressed with fuzzy feets. So, RIP Sting, and far too long playing with clay to turn a waistcoat and vest into a tunic and fuzzy feets into...shoes. And I’m sorry, Dark Hook, for ruining your sword, but you were going to be parted anyway. (I have another of him I haven’t mangled!)

It was kind of a pain painting his head because I didn’t realize until I went to do some cleanup on the hair that his face, unlike the other pops I’ve run into, was painted. So I had to repaint his face on top of everything else. (Fortunately there was enough eyebrow showing through that I could trace it.)

Milah is just straight up Delores from Westworld. (I still need to watch all of that...) I’d toyed with the idea of playing with clay and her skirt to make it look more like the Devil’s Due flashbacks, but I noped out of that very quickly, having just come from making Baelfire’s tunic and shoes. I was iffy on the hair for the longest time, but then I noticed that the more free she felt, the more wild and curly her hair. (And hey, it holds true for the Underworld. It’s bound up in a ponytail. Coincidence? I think not!)

And look! All four (yes, four) of my Milahs wanted a picture with him!

#baelfire #milah #ouatmilah #ouat #custom funko #this makes my fourth milah pop...#liam is at three #and oh! killian and baelfire's tied at two!#(though these include star trek them because...i'm a nerd surrounded by other nerds)#milah pop #baelfire pop #my fanart

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The Eye of the World: A Tolkien-Like Journey with a Twist

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With The Wheel of Time set to premiere on Prime Video, some fantasy fans may decide they’d like to dip their toes into the waters of the Robert Jordan novels upon which the show is based, and although Book 1, The Eye of the World, may seem daunting at nearly 800 pages, it’s fittingly (and intentionally) the most accessible story in the 14-book series. Jordan based the book’s early story structure on that of J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy, creating a recognizable pattern that would pull in readers while simultaneously building a wholly unique world of his own. Thirty years later, in a pop culture landscape in which Lord of the Rings has become even more well-known than it was in 1990 (when Eye of the World was first published by Tor Books), Jordan’s narrative strategy is still paying off.

In the prologue to his tenth book in the series, Jordan wrote: “In the first chapters of The Eye of the World, I tried for a Tolkien-esque feel without trying to copy Tolkien’s style, but that was by way of saying to the reader, okay, this is familiar, this is something you recognize, now let’s go where you haven’t been before. I like taking a familiar theme, something people think they know and know where it must be heading, then standing it on its ear or giving it a twist that subverts what you thought you knew.”

Right from the opening scene of The Eye of the World, the parallels are obvious: a dark rider is seen following a young, naive soul named Rand al’Thor, who is unaware of how important he is. Like Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, Rand and his similarly named friends Mat and Perrin live in a small town far removed from the larger political conflicts of this world. Both openings feature a celebration with entertainment provided by a wise man who will become important to the young ones on their journey. It’s a comfortable setting with a feeling of impending disruption.

The similarities don’t end with simple plot points. The larger historical context of both worlds places the current circumstances in a so-called “Third Age,” with the first being a time of legends and the second featuring the defeat of a purely evil being who is now on the rise again. Both Dark Ones command inhuman armies and have powerful generals with extremely sinister powers of their own.

Even characterizations and settings share certain descriptive likenesses. In both stories, a powerful magic-user takes the young heroes under wing, and they are assisted by a tracker of sorts who turns out to be a king awaiting a throne. Each group travels in the opening chapters to an ancient, dead city crawling with curses, followed by a pitiful creature in rags. The parallels really are uncanny, which makes it all the more surprising that The Eye of the World, and the larger The Wheel of Time series, end up presenting one of the most unique examples of worldbuilding in fantasy fiction, and would go on to inspire generations of fantasy writers in their own right.

Nowhere else has magic been presented as a binary power, accessed differently by men than by women. The Eye of the World presents the so-called One Power as a source that can be channeled into spells rather than cast out of nothing. The women who can channel are organized into an organization called the Aes Sedai, which uses its power to influence politics and the course of history. Meanwhile, the male source has been tainted by the Dark One during his defeat in the previous age, causing male channelers to be driven mad after continued use of the One Power. Although there are hints of Tolkien’s corrupting rings of power here, the magical system in The Wheel of Time is its defining factor.

Whereas the hobbits of Tolkien’s work find heroism through personal fortitude and friendship, the heroes in The Eye of the World are clearly growing into their own significant power, all tied into the tapestry of fate known as the Pattern. Rand provides a central point of view in the first novel and learns about men who channel during his journey. His friend Perrin encounters a man who has an ability that it turns out he shares, and Mat makes a decision that takes him down a darker path, inexorably leading them to positions of influence in later books.

The cultures in The Eye of the World also seem to be more widely varied than those of Middle Earth. Jordan’s work does have the requisite map on the inside cover, but the vastness of the continent is illustrated by how foreign each new civilization encountered is. Even individual cities have their own identities some helpful, others not so much as the travelers make their way along their quest.

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The quest itself is also quite different. Instead of traveling to a volcanic mountain to destroy a ring, the heroes of The Eye of the World must travel into a blighted land to find the titular eye, a pool of untainted male power that can be used to mend any fractures in the seal imprisoning the Dark One. In the heroes’ way are the Forsaken, who are like the Ringwraiths of Tolkien’s world but who each must be defeated in turn to defeat the ultimate evil. The fact of the matter is that reading The Eye of the World doesn’t feel like a Tolkien knockoff or even an overt tribute. Instead, the familiar narrative patterns reveal a completely different picture with a massive cast of characters, each with their own personality, who interact in a deeply rich world influenced by prophecy, religion, legend, and politics that feels nothing like Middle Earth. But the homage is still there, and not only has it been acknowledged by the author; it’s also a surefire way to bring in new fans for this modern classic either separate from or alongside the television adaptation.

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Troubles of the Heart

Overall Summary: It’s been five years since the battle of the five armies. The two once deserted cities were now in full bloom calling for a celebration of great proportions. Although your father was happy, you could tell he was not completely happy. Could you bring a certain hobbit and king together or will it go up in flames? What about your own heart?

Chapter Summary: Bilbo returns to Erebor.

Pairings: Eventual Bagginshield, Eventual Legolas x Reader (maybe😏)

Next Chapter: Chapter 2

Author’s Note: I like playing around with the idea of Frodo being born in this era simply because Frodo is Bilbo and Thorin’s lovechild😂😂😂

“Mr. Bilbo will be coming.”

“And so will dams from around the world who will stop at nothing to be queen.”

You groan, thumping your head on your desk. It had been five years since the battle of five armies and five years since Thorin had come unto his throne and there is to be a huge celebration because Erebor, and Dale, is finally restored to its former glory. All of the kingdoms around Middle Earth were invited but you were more focused on a certain fluggerburber hobbit.

You liked Mr. Bilbo. You thought he was quirky and you liked him from the start even though your father did not. He did strange things but it pulled at your heartstrings and you were pretty sure it tugged at your father’s as well.

You noticed that Thorin was not quite the same after Bilbo went back to the Shire. Sure, he was happy, but he was not completely happy. You, along with Balin and Dwalin were the only ones to notice it and now it was time to set your plan into motion.

Bilbo will be coming to Erebor in a few hours and you had wrangled in your two cousins to help you bring those two together but it seems you forgot one aspect: other dwarrowdams.

“Father won’t be interested in them,” you say, looking at Fili and Kili from your spot on the desk. “That’s not the point. Point is, he’s going to be busy. There won’t be any of that alone time you desperately wanted,” Kili says, leaning over on the desk and swatting away his courting bead that falls in front of his face.

It was weird seeing him with braids in his hair. He didn’t feel like braiding his hair because it was softer than the rest of the dwarves and he felt like it didn’t belong being braided but when he started courting Tauriel, he decided to take up the dwarvish tradition properly.

“Shut up Kili. You’re making me doubt myself and you know I hate that,” you complain and he laughs, standing. “Come on little one. Let’s go and see if Mr. Bilbo is here yet,” Kili says, holding out his hand and you take it, the three of you making your way to the entrance hall.

“There will probably be more dams from the Iron Hills trying to court him than ones from Ered Luin. They’ve lived with him for nearly two hundred years. They’d know his interest,” Fili says, answering your question about which dams were most likely to go after your father.

“That’s if they get pass me,” you tell him sourly and he laughs as you finally reach the entrance hall.

You notice your father talking to a rather familiar curly haired blonde.

“Mr. Boggins!” The three of you call out before quickly making your way over to him. You are the first one to pull him into a hug and Bilbo laughs, pulling his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You smile and pull back, giving Fili and Kili room to say their hellos. You step back and you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and you smile up at your father before turning your attention back to Bilbo.

“I have a feeling you now call me Mr. Boggins to annoy me,” Bilbo says as Fili and Kili step back. “You know us so well,” Kili states and Bilbo lets out a soft smile.

You frown as you see a little head popping out from behind Bilbo’s coat. A head that you did not notice earlier.

“Why, who might you be?” You ask, kneeling down so you could get a better look at the child. The child moves further away from Bilbo to get a better look at you and you smile gently at him.

“This is my nephew, Frodo. Frodo this is Y/n. The princess I’ve been telling you about,” Bilbo says, rubbing his hand through Frodo’s hair.

It was so strange because it was like looking at a hobbit version of your father minus the beard. From the hair to the eyes. The resemblance is amazing.

Frodo looks at you for a second before going back to hide behind Bilbo. You smile and stand. Being in a new place with new people was frightening so you weren’t expecting him to warm up to you so soon.

“Sorry about him. He-.”

“Don’t apologize Mr. Bilbo. It’s completely understandable,” you say, giving him a bright smile and he smiles back at you.

Your eyes start to wander looking at the guests that came in and your breath catches as you spot a familiar elf prince speaking with Tauriel.

You didn’t speak to him at all while you were in Mirkwood but that didn’t mean you couldn’t admire him from far away. He was handsome, anyone in Middle Earth could see that, and he seemed a bit charming even though he was rude to the company when you first met him and from what you heard from Kili and Tauriel, he wasn’t that bad at all. However you knew you had to keep your feelings at bay because even though Thorin approved of Kili and Tamriel, you knew he was not going to approve of your relationship with the Elvenking’s son. Well, its not like you would have a relationship with him anyway.

You look away as Legolas makes eye contact with you. You didn’t want the prince to know that you were currently checking him out. You turn to your father.

“Should we give you two both more alone time?” You ask your father, raising your brows suggestively and he narrows his eyes at you and you smirk as you can see red slowly creeping up his neck, “just kidding Adad. Come Mr. Bilbo. I’ll show you to your room.”

You take Bilbo’s arms in yours and he takes Frodo’s hand and the three of you walk off, ignoring a red faced Thorin.

I REALLY NEED TO STOP STARTING SERIES

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