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Tolkien OC Week

A fandom event for OCs and underdeveloped characters in Tolkien's world!

This event celebrates both characters of Tolkien's world and our own characters that need more love, by creating and reblogging all kind of fanworks, like fanfiction, fanart, fanvideos, fancrafts, headcanons, playlists, edits, moodboards etc.

The event is modded by @yellow-faerie, @elamarth-calmagol and @stormxpadme and will take place between 21st August - 27th August 2023 for the third year running.

NSFW text entries are allowed and we’ll tag them accordingly when we reblog them, but please put them behind a “read more”.

We'll also be tracking the tag #tolkienocweek during this week!

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Event schedule for 2023:

Day 1 (21st August): Family members

Tolkien often neglects to mention the family members of major characters: for example, leaving both Celebrimbor and Fili and Kili with only one named parent. In others cases, such as Bilbo's family tree, he gives a name and nothing else. Share a character who fills in a gap in a family tree, or create a speculative family member, such as siblings for Legolas.

Day 2 (22nd August): The Bad Guys

Share an OC who belongs to the wrong side of the story, whether they're knowingly evil, misguided, or just doing their job. Maybe they're an orc or a balrog, an unrepentant kinslayer, a Southron or Easterling soldier, or one of the hobbits who worked with Saruman in the Shire. Explore their life and point of view and why they went down the path they did.

Day 3 (23rd August): Diversity

Share an OC who adds diversity to Tolkien’s world, whether it is their race, gender, disability, neurodiversity, sexual orientation, or another characteristic.

Day 4 (24th August): Forgotten Characters

As Tolkien created his stories, he abandoned some characters, such as Eriol the Mariner, and changed major characteristics of others, such as the idea that Erestor was a half-elven relative of Elrond. Other characters, such as the Dunedain chieftains fostered by Elrond before Aragorn, are forgotten by the fandom. Create a fanwork focusing on one of these forgotten characters or characterizations.

Day 5 (25th August): Shipping

Share an OC that you ship with a canon character. It could be a marriage, queerplatonic relationship, or one-night stand, canon compliant or AU, or any other sort of ship you want!

Day 6 (26th August): Alternate Universes

Share an OC who couldn’t be part of the canonical story, such as Boromir's child in an "everyone lives" scenario, a roommate or professor in a college AU, or a dimension-hopping "tenth walker".

Day 7 (27th August): Freeform

Did you have someone who doesn’t fit any prompts, or too many characters for one of them? Today, share any OC that you want.

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Since we want to celebrate creations about neglected characters all year long, the mods will occasionally reblog posts and fancreations about OCs and underdeveloped characters. If you would like to see your post on our blog, you're very welcome to tag tolkienocweek. Since tumblr's tagging system is often being faulty, don't hesitate to message us, too!

We are looking forward to see and share all the awesome work you come up with!

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[ragingbookdragon]

A Love Enduring All Of Time

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: Angst...?

Author's Note: I made myself sad :( BUT IT ENDS HAPPILY SO :)

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As they gathered around the fire, no one seemed to want to sing or dance. They were cold, tired, some bruised and wounded, but mostly exhausted. They quietly ate and readied for bed, and she couldn’t help but feel discontent at the lack of wind-down from the day. She lay in her bedding, staring up at the night sky; Thorin lay beside her in his own bedding, Fili above Thorin, Kili above her, Bilbo on her other side.

Bilbo was shifting beside her, a telltale sign that he was restless; she gently put her arms behind her head, and asked, “Bilbo, would you like to hear a story?”

A few of the dwarves groaned but she paid them no mind, looking over at Bilbo who blinked and nodded his head. “A good bedtime story would be nice.”

Her smile was bright even in the darkness and before she could even open her mouth, Thorin muttered, “We need rest. A story will have to wait.”

“Oh pish,” she retorted and settled in to tell her story. “Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived beside an elven castle. And she—”

“Of course, it’s an elven bedtime story,” Dwalin griped and the others chuckled whilst she threw a rock at him.

“Let me tell my story!” she cleared her throat. “Now, where was I? Ah yes, once upon a time!”

***

“Thalaweston,” Colfindaer muttered. “The girl is here again.”

The silver-haired elf looked over towards the gates, seeing the little girl standing there, a hopeful look on her face; the second she saw him see her, she waved wildly at him. He let out a sigh and said, “I’ll be right back.” He could hear his friend chuckling as he walked towards the gates, stopping just before them; he bent down and greeted her with a smile. “Hello Kaeralina.”

The girl blushed and looked at her feet, quietly holding up the flowers she’d picked. “I…I brought these for you.”

He took them through the ivory gates, gazing at the stems that had been hastily plucked and the dirt brushed off. “Thank you, they’re beautiful.” Looking back at her, he asked, “You’ve been coming to give me flowers quite often, Kaeralina.”

“Mhm,” she murmured, swaying slightly. “Mother said elves like flowers.”

“Your mother’s wise, we are connected deeply with nature.” Thalaweston tipped his head to the side. “Kaeralina, does your mother know you come here? It’s awfully dangerous for a little girl to be all alone out here.”

“I’m not little!” she retorted, bringing her eyes back up to his. “I’m ten years of age!” He chuckled and she felt her cheeks warm, dropping her gaze again. “I know how to get here and home safely.”

He let out a sigh. “Kaeralina, it isn’t safe for you to keep coming back and forth. You could be hurt, or worse. There is danger in the forest.”

“I know,” she said, kicking at the ground with her boot. “But…I wanted to give you the flowers.”

Thalaweston looked at the flowers in his hand again. “They’re lovely flowers, Kaeralina. While I thank you for them, you have to stop coming as often as you do. If anything were to happen to you, your family would be very sad.”

Quickly, she turned around, sniffling, and he felt a pang of hurt in his chest for hurting her feelings, but just as fast as she’d begun to cry, she turned back around, a determined look on her face as she declared, “One day, I’m going to marry you!”

His eyes widened in shock and before he could even reply, she nodded her head resolutely and dashed off into the thicket, leaving him to go back to his post where his friend was laughing hysterically and teasing him about the girl.

***

It had been many, many years before Thalaweston ever saw her again. One and a half decades in fact, but a mere fifteen years was but a blink of an eye to elves. He’d been given relief of duty to join a hunting party towards the west of the forest, just on the other side of the human city growing next to the castle.

Splitting up from the rest of the group, he journeyed on his own, quietly stalking a deer he’d seen in the distance. When he’d come upon it, he raised his bow, pointer finger feeling along the steel of the arrowhead, breath leaving his lungs as he began to release it, when the buck suddenly dropped towards him, an arrow in its chest.

He lowered his bow but dove behind a tree for cover in case it wasn’t one of his people; watching cautiously, he waited for the mysterious shooter to come from the trees and when they did, his eyes widened. A mere human girl had shot from hundreds of yards away, a managed a perfect shot.

Thalaweston crept behind them as they pulled the arrow out, pulling a knife to begin cleaning when he stepped on a stick, the crack echoing through the forest. Quick as lightning, they spun, bow raised and ready to fire; he raised his hands in surrender and he caught sight of eyes beneath the red hood, bow slightly wavering as they said, “Thalaweston?”

He cocked his head to the side, stealthily reaching for his dagger. “How do you know me?”

They reached up and plucked the hood off and he let out a breath at the sight of her. “Kaeralina?”

She had grown into a beautiful young woman; her shock gave way to joy as she reached out to hug the elf. “Oh, it’s been so long!” she wrapped her arms around him. “You look well! How have you been!”

He was in shock himself. “I—I am well. Nothing much has changed in my life. How are you?” he pulled back, looking towards the deer then to her. “When did you learn to draw a bow?”

A shadow crossed her face and she said, “My father…he died when I was still a child. My mother and I had to fend for ourselves. I picked up a thing or two watching the hunters in my city. I am leading the hunting parties now, believe it or not!”

“Congratulations.” Thalaweston looked around. “You’re quite a distance away from the city, are you not? More into elven territory.”

He saw the telltale sign of embarrassment come across her as she looked away, suddenly interested in the deer. “Yes, well, the deer favor elven company, so it makes sense to hunt here.”

“Really?” he asked doubtfully. “Are you sure it’s not because you have a fondness for elves?”

She shot him a look. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Are you sure? Because I have quite a few bouquets of flowers that beg to differ.”

“I can’t believe you remember that,” she muttered. “I was a child.”

“A very sweet, earnest child,” he agreed, kneeling beside her. “I kept them, you know. Pressed them to make them keepsakes.”

She blinked at him. “You did?”

He nodded. “If nothing else, a reminder that humanity was good to us elves once.”

“That’s…very sweet of you, Thalaweston.”

He smiled and looked at her. She really was so beautiful. “You’ve grown since I last saw you.”

Her smile was more bittersweet. “Humans age much faster than elves. It’s been fifteen years, did you know?”

“I do.”

“I can’t believe it’s been so long.”

“Time does fly.”

“That it does.” Exhaling, she gestured to the deer. “I should get this back to the city. I’m sure they’re waiting for me to return.”

Before she could even attempt to lift it, Thalaweston did for her. “Allow me.” He ignored her dissuasions and added, “Think of it as a chance for us to catch up. I’d love to hear about how life has treated you. Nothing ever changes for us elves in the castle. Life is always boring.”

She smiled, looking down at her feet as she kicked at the ground. “Oh…alright, I guess you can.”

“So, tell me, have you promised to marry any of the men in your town or are we still—”

“I WAS A CHILD! LET IT GO!”

***

Thalaweston lay beside her, gently brushing aside the silver hair on her head, caressing the warm skin on her forehead. “How do you feel, melethel?”

Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at him. “Tired, my life. Very tired.”

He couldn’t fight the lump in his throat as he rested his hand on her chest above her heart. “Are you comfortable?”

“I am.”

“Should I get the children? Do you need me to get them? I will go—”

“My life,” she calmed softly, resting a hand atop his. “I have said my goodbyes to my children. This time is for us.”

Tears shone in his eyes as he dug his head into the pillow and whispered, “I am not ready for you to go, melethel.”

She smiled sadly, but there was a warmth there as she reached over with her free hand, swiping a stray tear. “You will never be alone, my life,” she said. “My heart travels with you always. It is in you, in our children, in this life. I am with you through the ages, always.”

Thalaweston gazed at the woman he’d created a life with, from the first moment he saw the little girl in a patchy dress to now, an old woman, his beloved wife, the mother of his beautiful two girls and boy. “I am scared to go on without you.”

“You must.”

“I want you with me. I want to hold your hand. I want to hold you in my arms. I want—”

She caressed his cheek and he fell silent, shutting his eyes against the flood of hot tears. “You must go on until our children no longer need you. Then, and only then will you be allowed to even think of me. They need you, my life. They are your purpose now. Promise me you will not come to me until then.”

He swallowed thickly, inhaling deeply as he nodded his head and whispered, “I promise, melethel.”

Kaeralina let out a low breath and tried to shuffle closer to him, which he saw and immediately shifted to hold her in his arms, his nose pressed against hers; they gazed into each other’s eyes. “Thalaweston,” she murmured. “Some think this was foolish. For a mortal to marry an immortal. But I want you to know, in all our years, I have never regretted a single moment. Not even now.”

Thalaweston smiled widely despite his tears. “I have been blessed by Ilúvatar to have made this life with you. I have loved you and will always love you, Kaeralina. I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the tops of hers. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, my life.”

***

“And till this day,” she said, still staring up at the night sky. “It is said that in the heart of the forest lies a single stone encased by a great oak tree. The memorial of a single elf who loved his human wife so greatly, that he planted a great stone and tree. Of course, others say that the stone is his wife’s grave and he, the great tree that has protected and weathered all the centuries. A love enduring time itself.”

Bilbo was in tears as he looked at her from his small pillow. “He brought her the same flowers every day that she picked for him as a girl.”

“Even in her death, he was devoted to his lovely wife, always.”

He wiped his nose and eyes, trying to compose himself. “That was beautiful.”

“Long, is what it was,” someone, probably Bofur retorted, but he sounded weepy.

She merely smiled and Bilbo asked, “Is it a true story?”

Shrugging, she gently slipped a few strands of hair behind her ear, and he caught sight of the slightly pointed tips. “Who knows? But a love like that? Sure is desirable. To be loved and devoted even after death. I hope one day I’m lucky enough to be loved so much as Thalaweston loved Kaeralina.” She looked to the stars and murmured, “They were amazing parents.”

“What was that?”

She blinked. “I said, I bet they were amazing parents. I’m sure their children were loved beyond belief.” She tutted. “Now off to bed with us. Our bedtime story has been given.”

As they all rolled over, most already asleep, she gently turned on her side, looking up at Kili and Fili who were huddled close, snoring quietly, the eldest brother’s arm wrapped around his youngest. It reminded her of her sister and brother.

She smiled and gently reached over, brushing a hand through each’s hair, watching them lean into and make sleepy noises at the soft, mothering touch, before pulling her arm away, only to catch Thorin’s eyes on her; she smiled at him and he gave her one in return, a softness, and love, in his eyes as she laid her head down and shut her eyes.

He waited until her breathing evened out before he reached over and carefully took her smaller hand in his, holding it. Hers twitched in his grip before her fingers curled over his palm and he fell asleep feeling the warmth bleeding into his hand.

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Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; You have been summoned to talk to the Elf King Thranduil - making you have to choose between him or Thorin - making you find out which is thicker; blood or water.

Warnings; Mentions of nightmares/visions of the future. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.

Listening to; 'Ends of the Earth' by Lord Huron - "To the ends of the earth, would you follow me? There's a world that was meant for our eyes to see."

Part 7 || Part 9

Series Masterlist || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

The Elven guards who were taking you to the king were giving you a rather wide berth. It was like they were afraid to touch you. 

Made you feel like you held some kind of power. 

But as you were taken along the wooden walkways you couldn't help but look away from them, instead gazing at your surroundings in awe. Mirkwood really was beautiful. It made you sure that Erebor would be completely breathtaking.  

Another set of stairs had quite the sight put before you. 

Intricate carvings, and a huge throne of wood - atop it was the Elf King who wanted to see you. The same one who’d cast Thorin and your friends to years in prison not even an hour ago. You’d have half a mind to just ignore him and anything he had to say to you, even if you were curious as to why he wanted to see you - specifically. 

You were only nice to those who gave you a reason to be; whether they were a king or not - that was what you told Thorin the first night you met him. Back when he was a jerk. 

From the first-hand stories you’d been told about this king before you by those you’d travelled with for the past year, he was also a jerk. 

He stood, tall and lithe with a cat-like grace, and looked down upon you with his mouth parted in shock. 

“You look so much like her,” you heard him say. He spoke again in a language you didn’t understand, and then all the guards and advisors in the room swiftly left. You were now with him alone. “When reports came speaking of you I didn’t believe it. But nin aurë, have you returned to me?” 

The way he was acting, how he moved closer to you as if you were some animal he didn’t want to scare off - it made the hair on your arms stand up. It was like there was something about you he couldn’t believe was real, but you knew - despite his name coming to you like an old memory - that you’d never met him once. So why was he speaking to you as if in a dream? 

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You even sound like her,” he said. His hand rose to brush your braid back over your shoulder, but his eyes caught on something. “But you’re not her. Are you?” 

“Who are you speaking of?” you asked again more forcefully, taking a step back away from his hand. “I’ve never met you and you speak of me like I am an old friend?” 

“Not a friend. A lover.” he said, seeming to reluctantly step away but he did so anyway. Then he said a name. Your mothers name. 

“She was my wife.” 

“You didn’t give her what I think you did, did you?” 

Thorin looked up across the cells to Balin. He could see his friend watching him, eyeing him through the darkness. Thorin didn’t really want to talk about it right now, not where so many people could hear, but he could tell Balin was going to be insistent. His friend had been waiting longer than Thorin had himself for a day like this to come. 

The day when Thorin finally found the one - His One - and gave away his courting bead. 

“Uncle gave her what?” Kili asked, eavesdropping in on the conversation easily now that voices had to be louder in order to be heard. Exactly the reason Thorin didn’t want to be talking right now. 

“Does she even know what it means?” Balin asked, ignoring Kili and leaning forward on the bars of his door so his nose poked through. Thorin felt the hotness on the back of his neck return. 

“Yes.” Thorin grumbled, just loud enough to not have to repeat himself, and leant against the barred door with crossed arms. “It wasn’t meant like that but, she knows.” 

“She knew..” Balin stated. Thorin swallowed the lump in his throat. “And she still took it.”

“She did.” 

“I expected more from you Thorin.” Balin said, disappointment clear in his voice. Thorin’s eyes snapped up, jaw clenching. Something hot and fierce swelled in his belly. 

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” he asked, defensive. He almost told him to choose his words carefully. 

“We’re in a dungeon.” Balin said, immediately catching on to Thorin’s hostility and explaining. “I knew you weren’t one much for romance but this is bad, even for you.” Thorin felt himself huff - of course his oldest friend wouldn’t be so prejudiced to be bothered about you being Human, he felt bad for doubting. But Balin did have a point. 

This wasn’t the best place to give someone a courting bead. 

“What did you give her Uncle?” Kili asked again, persistent in needing to know exactly what was going on. 

“It was a courting bead Kili.” Fili replied, clearly having done a better job at quietly observing earlier, and eavesdropping now. 

“A courting bead?” Kili said in disbelief. 

“Yes, that's what I said. You need to start listening better brother.” 

“Oh I heard you, I just can’t believe it.” Thorin scoffed again. He had an idea to tell them all to be quiet and forget it - but then yet another voice butted in before he could follow through. 

“Who gave who a courting bead?” Dwalin asked. A beat of lulled speech passed, Thorin could tell it was Nori who spoke, then Dwalin’s voice boomed across the prison. “I’ve been waiting for this day!” 

Soon the whole Company was loudly trying to put in their two cents about the matter - their king choosing to court one of their newest and much loved friend - and expressing tier own individual congratulations. 

“Quiet down there!” A guard yelled from above - his voice somehow loud enough to rattle the cell doors in the hinges. “Another word and I’ll have you all separated further.” 

The Company quieted down rather quickly at that, although begrudgingly. Despite the topic of conversion being something Thorin considered private and not something he wanted everyone talking about, he almost didn’t want his friends to listen to the Elf. But he settled with this being a one time event. If only to keep the pride about his romantic life more intact than it was already. . 

“I’ve always wanted an Irak’amad.” Kili said absent-mindedly. His voice echoed past the stone walls and to Thorin’s waiting ears. 

He couldn’t help but feel his heart pang with joy - that this was a good idea.

“My mother was your wife?” you breathed, half frozen in shock. “How? When?” 

“Centuries ago.” Thranduil said. He had settled on his feet a few paces away, hands folded behind his back, and although he looked like he was looking at you, really he was looking past you - eyes full of nostalgic longing. “She came at a time where we were struggling. Elves all over the land were faced with a challenge. One we couldn’t face on our own. She was sent here to help us.” 

You remembered what Lady Galadriel said. That there was someone like you before. Someone with otherworldly knowledge. They too had dreamed memories of a past in your time, but a future in this one. 

“She came here,” you said, looking up at him to see him now looking at you, “To help you?” 

“Indeed.”

“Was she able to do what she had to?” He looked away with a set jaw. 

“She did.” 

“But you married her, and -” Your thoughts took you to before, to when you saw the Elf who had a nose just like yours - your mothers nose. “- you had a child. My brother. Legolas.” 

Thranduil’s chest rose with a deep breath, and he looked back at you again as if with a set mind. 

“We had a time of sorrow, followed by a time of peace, and then one of war.” he said, “It was in that time of peace that I came to love your mother. She was courageous, and beautiful. We lived like this for years, a century at least. Then Legolas came, and the war soon followed. We both found out her purpose here was not yet finished.” 

You watched him closely. Losing your mother - his wife - was so obviously still such a fresh wound. Talking about her left him looking like he was pulling at stitches on a new cut. So you changed the subject -

“So you know why I am here.” - But that only made his frown deepen. 

“I do,” he said. 

“I have to help Thorin, like my mother helped you. They need their home back, I need to -”

“You will do no such thing.” he snapped. “You will die. That dragon still sleeps, if it wakes - it will kill you.” One of his eyes flashed white, the anger he was feeling was showing on his face. “For your mothers sake I will not let you suffer her fate too.” 

“That isn’t your choice to make, if she were here it wouldn’t be hers either! -” 

“Earth Shifters shouldn’t be making such choices!” he said, voice rising to almost a roar. You flinched back on instinct, and his features softened as if he were just dunked in a glass of warm water. “Your mother was my wife, the Queen of Mirkwood. My Sunlight. As you are her child you are mine too. Despite your round ears,” - his eyes glanced at the same pace as before, your ears you realized - “You are an Elven Princess. No child of mine will be seen with Dwarves, let alone out on a quest to evict a dragon.” 

You could hear his voice starting to lace with venom at the mention of your beloved Dwarf friends. Of Thorin. 

"Thorin and his Company are My Family, that means we stick together -” 

"Even through Dragon-fire? Through the horrors in Erebor and the danger of Orcs that will no doubt follow?" Thranduil said. His voice was about as pleading as it was frustrated - but the stubbornness of Dwarves had rubbed off on you - and despite how close he was standing you stayed firm. "You are young in this world. You know nothing of what would become for you if you went with them." 

“I will stay with him. With Thorin.” you said, glaring up at him. 

Moments past where you stood still, and he searched your face for any cracks in your resolve. But he found none. 

"You are doomed to fall. Just like them." he said. "Rot here. Like I said, ‘you are young’. l can wait forever for your temper to shrivel up enough for you to mature and change your mind."

He shouted in Elvish, and the guards returned, lightly grabbing an arm each from beside you. 

“Soon you will appreciate that I'm doing this to keep you safe!”

This time when you were put in your cell, it was done so much more gently. But at least this time you knew why. 

Suddenly you could think back, not fully - the memories of your life before were so blurry even at the best of times - but you now remembered some things your mother had told you. How she'd spoken about a time before she met your father, where she met a man that treated her like a queen. You almost felt sorry for your father - whoever he was back in your home world, he probably wouldn’t be able to fairly compare with an Elf king.

Then there was Legolas - your half brother. It all made sense now, how familiar he looked and felt. You could almost laugh at how strong the hair genes must be in Thranduil for Legolas to still turn out so much like him when you were so much like your mother. 

“Are you alright?” Thorin asked. His voice was clear, so you could tell he was pressed up against the door to talk to you. “You are being quiet.” 

“I’m okay.” you said, fingers idly fiddling with the fur around your wrists. “We just talked, that's all.” 

“Don’t listen to a word that oaf said. It’s all mere words made to scare you into doing what he wants.” Thorin said, voice turning quiet yet horse. You could almost picture steam starting to slowly come out from his ears at having to talk to you about Thranduil. “He cares about no one but himself. He should know better than to doubt my ability to watch out for you - or your own capability to keep yourself safe.” 

“Thorin,” you said. You were surprised at how soft your own voice was. “I think we both know something bad is going to happen. He’s seen it before. He knows how it hurts. In a way he is trying to help.” 

“You think he knows how important this journey is? Or how to love?” Thorin asked, tone biting. Your eyes caught the metal bead in your hair as the fire of lit torches flickered outside your cell. 

“He knows.” 

You couldn’t see Thorin, but you knew from the way your stomach churned that he didn't like what you said. So many seconds passed that you thought he was finished talking. 

“We’ll both be safe once we get to Erebor.” he finally said, taking the moment to forgive you, but not your capture. “It will be okay.” 

But you weren’t so sure.

Soon you dozed off, finding security in knowing that down here in your cell you were going to be safe - even if you were uncomfortable and a little cold. But you woke again to the sound of murmuring. 

You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles, willing away the sleep in our eyes and the fleeting feeling of dream-induced dragon scales under your fingertips. 

You stood up, stretching your cramped muscles and still bones, and walked over to the barred door so you could look around to find who was talking. 

Across the walkway and down slightly was Kili’s cell. Standing in front of it was a She-Elf, one from before in the forest that you’d seen Kili talking to about who-knows-what. Somehow his boyish charm was working on her, and she was very keenly listening to whatever he was saying. You could see the stars in his eyes as he spoke from over here. 

He had a crush. Puppy-love, head-over-heels, butterflies in your stomach type of crush. One might call it the beginnings of love - so you filed that information away ready to tease him about it later. 

“Would you like to know about Erebor?” Thorin asked suddenly. Obviously he had not been sleeping like you had. 

Turning your head, you were able to stick yourself forward just enough to see the front of his fur coat and the ends of his hair. You felt, deep in your bones like an old memory, that he wouldn’t be able to find sleep in this place - it was no wonder he was awake. It was no wonder he had known when you woke up. 

You realized he hadn’t been the one to tell you a thing about his home - it was always stories from Balin and Dwalin, or Nori. Now he was offering it up to you like a cake on a silver platter. 

“I would, very much, if you’d tell me.” 

So Thorin told you all about the mountain he grew up in. The stonework, the tapestries in the halls, the mosaics that laid on floor and ceiling alike. 

He told you of growing up with his brother Frerin - and sister Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother. The way his brother and he would play with his cousins whenever they all came together when they were younger. What Dis’ wedding - the only royal wedding to take place in Erebor in his entire life - was like. 

He told you of the gold and jewels - the prized Arkenstone - and the map and key, and the door you were supposed to open. He told you history and music, and the craftsmanship of Dwarves - whether dainty jewelry or bulky weapons, they took their hands to anything and found it good. 

You soon found yourself with your body pressed to the corner where the wall and door met, and you told him all about the time you spent before meeting in the Shire. The memories you had of your life before. How you knew your favorite dessert was a toss-up between blueberry crumble and lemon cake. How you knew one of your favorite songs had lyrics that went “There's nothing more I can think of to say to you, but all you have to do is look at me to know that every word is true.” 

You told him of the dreams you kept having. The water and snow. Dragon-fire, claws and scales, the arrows and blades of swords. Burning in flames. Drowning in rapids. Fading away and being forgotten. How you felt like you were dying only to wake up to it all being a bad dream - and the times when you saw your dreams again but as reality. 

Overall, you truly felt like you had far less to tell, but he was listening and he asked questions as frequently as you had. He was hanging off every word you said, and you knew by the way your heart ached to have seen him when he spoke of his home that you felt the same. 

All was shared until there was nothing else to tell.

“When do you think Bilbo will return?” you asked Thorin quietly. 

Days had passed - you knew because the guards had come by with at least four meals, you didn't know how spaced out they were, and time seemed to pass differently when you were in mostly darkness. 

“Soon.” Thorin replied. “He won’t be far if he hasn’t been killed.” 

“Do you think he is still alive?” you said, head pressed against the bars of your cell, and the bead on the end of your braid between two of your fingers. 

“Do you?” he said with barely a heartbeat’s hesitation. 

“I suppose not.”

“Why?” 

“I…” you trailed off thinking, “I supposed I would’ve seen it.” 

“If you don’t know, then our Hobbit is just fine.” Thorin said, very sure of himself. “We just need to sit tighter a little longer.” 

Thorin’s confidence in you had you feeling… strange. On one hand it felt so nice to be believed, and believed in - that someone knew they could trust you, and they put forth so much energy into knowing they could do so. But on the other hand it scared you. 

What if you were wrong? What if you forgot something? What if you weren’t fast enough or made a bad decision in one split second? What if you weren’t worth the trust Thorin, and everyone, was putting in you? 

You didn’t realize how deep your spiral had gone until Thorin said your name. “I need you to know something.” 

“What is it?” 

“The bead I gave you,” he said, and you could almost picture the red flush on his cheeks from the way his voice turned soft and rough at once, “It’s a courting bead.”

“I do know this, you told me already Thorin.” you felt your lips quirk up in an amused smile. 

“I know, I just…” he sighed. “I want you to know that while it was meant as something to just comfort you, I have to be honest. I think my feelings put more weight behind what you have them means, and I want you to know completely.” 

“So you did propose?” you asked slowly. 

“Yes, I did.” he said, then mumbled, “You are allowed to refuse.” You only scoffed. 

“I’m sorry Thorin,” you replied, “But you’re only getting this back if I die, or you ask for it.” After you spoke you stared at the wall before you in half shock - where did this confidence come from? 

“I doubt I will ever ask for it back. I’ve hung onto it so long hoping to find someone to give it to -” 

“- You found your One?” you cut him off, “I told you I was listening. I honestly found your lesson on Dwarven culture quite riveting.” You heard him chuckle, and it brought a wider smile to your face. 

“I never thought I was a good teacher.” 

“I can’t believe that,” you said, rolling your bead between your fingers - you knew now that somewhere you’d have to find or make your own bead to give to Thorin too - “A good leader is a good teacher too. I think everyone here would happily follow where you lead, and I’ll happily listen to any lesson you taught.” 

“Then you must teach me too.” You could hear Thorin slumping against the wall behind you, “If your words are true then you’d make a good teacher also - I know you’ve got members of the Company wrapped around your fingers. I fear they’d leave me for you if you asked them to follow.” A long moment passed, and his next words had you melting like warm butter in summer. 

“Even if you’d left me I would follow you too. To the ends of the earth. Right into the jaws of a dragon.” 

You knew then. Decided right there, on that dirty floor with the cold stone eating at your toes and fingertips, that you would die for Thorin. Willingly. Happily. You would even if he fought tooth and nail against it - you knew you’d have to whether it was your choice or not. But now it was your choice. It was more than just your purpose and your reason for being there. 

You were going to live every moment from now on just to make sure Thorin made it to the end of this story alive - that in the generations to come your name would be lost to the faded pages of books but his would stay alive carved in stone. 

He admitted his attachment - his loyalty? Love? - was strong. Yours however, had to be stronger.

#the girl who knew the end #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin x reader #thorin x you #the hobbit x reader

[l-itraklies]

Little Elf

Warnings: none

Pairing: no specific but Thorin x reader, Kili x reader and Fili x reader

Part 1 of ???

Words: 1008

Narrators POV.

Running through the dark forest, she could hear the laughter of her brothers on her tail. "Y/N!" She heard her brother Bucca announce. "Mana, otorno?" She replied ("What, brother?"). Stepping on the branches of trees and jumping to the next, each hanging over the only path into the city. "Come back!" Algar, her oldest brother replied. She landed on a rather larger branch and crouched as low as she could. She pulled an arrow out of her leather quiver, pulling it through the bow. She drew her bow back and swiftly let it go. She was hitting the tree right above one of their heads, leading them away.

She let out a light chuckle before whistling calling her horse, Álváró, to her. The sound of hooves approached her, and she slipped through the branches onto the back of him.

Meanwhile

Thorin and his party (pre-Bilbo), made their way to the gates of the elven city of Lindon. "Thorin, must we keep going?" Bomber complained, "We haven't stopped since breakfast!". Thorin sent him a glare sharp enough to cut stone, sending a fearful shiver to the dwarf. "The wizard says there is someone we need here," he stated bluntly and quite rude if you ask bomber. “It is true” Gandalf announced to them.  A crack came from the trees outside of the path. "Uncle?" Kili muttered, "Yah hear that?" The company listened closely, but the noise did not repeat. "No, lad!" His brother responded cheerfully.

As they neared the entrance of the city a tall stone wall appeared, covered in embellishments. On the top sat guards undisturbed by the dwarves. The gates began to open far before they reached the wall. "Can they see us?" Ori questioned, then the sound of hooves came running. On a jet-black horse road, a beautiful elf had long platinum hair as smooth as fine silk on its back.  She road straight through the party, bursting with pure euphoria and laughter. Gasps of amazement emerged from the group as she rode straight through the gates. She whipped her legs off the horse and hopping down, she turned toward the gate.

A silver crown lay on her forehead, despite her dirtied and ragged clothes. She wore a blue blouse and a grey corset that cinched in around her waist. a small dagger was stowed in the corset and she carried her bow across her chest. Her hair was half braided and the rest was left untouched. "Let them in!" She announced.

"Who request entry to Lindon?" One guard announced

Thorin stepped off his pony responding, "Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain!" The rest of the dwarves follow him and step off their ponies. "Y/n, daughter of Merila queen of Lindon," she said lightly, bowing, her brother's road through the gates mad with rage. "We have guests brothers."

Kili's POV.

She looked as if she was a dream, angelic yet reckless looking. "... and my brother Kili," Fili said interrupting my thoughts. I gave a warm smile, "At your service." She smiled walking up to us all slowly. "Not necessary," she hummed with a bright smile. she stretched out her hands. Her smile turned to a look of confusion. "What is it?" I asked. "I'll take your things," she replied. "We have none," Balin answered. "oh-" her smile returned as she began to walk towards the palace when a tall elf, with red hair, emerged. "Y/n what is the meaning of this noise?" he said.

Narrators POV.

The elf was the king, Angrethor. "Well, they are dwarves," Y/n replied, "they seek your company." Though, she was the queen's daughter she was not the king's, and would not address him as such. "Fine"

Later

Y/n stood in a long pale green dress, that flared at her knees, and had a sweaty heart neckline revealing an emerald medallion around her neck. The room was lively there were elves dancing to the music, eating, and laughing. Except for the company, they sat at a separate table, slowly eating in a brooding manner. “Thorin?” came a voice from behind them, it was the princess, they all noticed her rather shorter frame, for elves and most dwarves as well. “Aye,” he replied, grimacing. “The king will see you now,” she hummed. “Very well,” he growled getting up. 

Thorins POV.

As we walked into the king’s quarters, the company laughed and belched behind me. “Quiet,” I hissed, whipping my head back. “Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain, was it?” the king said, he did not seem remotely like the princess. His hair was as red as blood, his eyes were black instead of green. “Why is it you seek my company?” He questioned. “We wish the Pirncess, to join our company and quest to reclaim the lonely mountain, our home, from the dragon,” Balin explained, the princess was not in the room only the three princes and the king. “I reject, she is to be married,” he responded, “but you may stay as long as you please.” Suddenly the doors burst open, revealing the princess.

 “How dare you! I am not to be married, you have no power over me FALSE KING!” She yelled stomping toward the king red with rage. 

“I am your king and you will obey.” He said calmly

“What does she mean?” Dwalin questioned, to which the company just shook their heads.

Narrators POV.

Y/n lay in her bed, dried tears down her cheeks. She fiddled with her tiara in her hands. She wore her riding clothes, and she had daggers tucked into her boots and her quiver was filled with arrows and her short sword was freshly sharpened. The door squeaked open, and she thought it to be one of her brothers or palace caretakers. She threw a dagger toward the door just missing it and it dug into the wall beside the door. “Woah, ye almost took an ear off princess,” Bofur said from behind the door. “Sorry" Bofur stood by the bed, taking small breaths. "Would you join us?" he said, slightly quiet. "That false king is not my father, you know." she said, ignoring him, "My father was a dwarf, he served Thror and Thrain, to the day he was killed by orcs. and my mother,... killed by her own people for love, she was the true queen." Bofur stood there shocked, he couldn't believe what he'd heard. "Yes," she said looking up at him, "I will help you reclaim the mountain." The rest of the party walked in laughing, gloating, and throwing bags of coins at each other. "Bets will get you nowhere, dwarves."

"We know, little elf," Thorin said jokingly

#the hobbit #the hobbit x y/n #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #kili durin #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #thorin x y/n #thorin x you #thorin x reader #kili x y/n #kili x reader #kili x you #fili x y/n #fili x reader #fili x you

[catyo90]

Into his Heart: Dragon Sickness Thorin x F!Reader

Warnings: Short with minor Angst, Fluff, Minor Abuse. Readers can use some magic.

(This is a replacement for that strange drowning-in-gold segment in the movie)

Mentions @fizzyxcustard

"Y/n, it's Thorin...He demands for your presence in the throne room."."

Balin said opening the door ever so slightly. You sighed as you held a small blue stone in your hand one with markings that moved in the light of the ancient chamber of Erebor. A betrothal gift that was given to you from Thorin, so rare a jewel that it was said the stone came from the hands of Beren and Luthien to show they were bound to each other.

You gathered yourself and your inner thoughts walking out into the quiet halls to see Bilbo and the others deprived of almost all hope. the sounds of the battle raging just outside echoing throughout the broken halls. You paused at Kili and Fili who held onto each of your arms pleading silently for any comfort they could receive.

You bowed your head to them holding your arms around their necks to gently bring them in for an embrace and whispered.

"I promise...I will bring him back"

They sighed as you gave them a lighthearted smile and walked off into the throne room. The magnificent chamber once filled with laughter and unity is now only a remnant of better days that were long since gone. Before you a sight you truly despised. Your eyes were glossy with tears that threatened to fall. You saw a King before you, but the dwarf you loved was almost invisible. The crown upon his head was clearly too heavy even for him and his body hunched over from the fur cloak and golden armor, You walked closer to the throne and noticed step by step that Thorin was in a trance of some kind, his eyes closed with his hands holding something close to his chest your eyes widened for a moment at the recognizable yellow gem you had given him, just like yours.

You thought he had rid himself of it when you two fought in the treasure halls when you yelled at him saying he was possessed with greed and that the Thorin you loved was no more. In his anger, he ordered Dwalin and Balin to take you away and you could have sworn he threw the gem into the vast amounts of gold as if it were nothing more than another piece of riches.

To see it in his hand made you hold yours close as you focused, feeling a small hum from the stone, the scene around you slowly disappeared in a glowing light, the cold stone and ill wind halls disappeared slowly replaced by the recognizable trees and waterfalls of Rivendell. You felt your heart beat a tad quicker than before as you opened your eyes to see Thorin, your Thorin, standing over the hill to the lower levels of the elven sanctuary.

His hair swayed lightly in the breeze and the air was no longer filled with the stench of the dragon but only that of the dew on the grass and the oils from the lamps around the two of you. He turned around to face you and spoke.

"Y/n?"

You couldn't stop yourself from hugging him tight as you held back your tears.

"I'm so sorry..."

You said bringing your hands to the side of his face gently kissing him as the feeling of his hands around your waist made you smile.

"No, my dear Y/n...This was my own foolishness." He said keeping an arm around your waist and holding your other hand in his gently kissing your palm.

"If we never came here you would still be the same Thorin I love. If only I had not encouraged it"

You felt tears fall from your face and gave him a half-hearted smile.

"That does not excuse my actions toward you Amralime."

He said touching his forehead to yours.

"Everything I have done, I can see as clear as I see you. Yet I am too weak to even stop myself. I am not worthy of your love. This torment is the only fitting punishment for what I have done not only to you but the others as well. A foolish king I am huh?"

"No, you're wrong." you shook your head holding his hands in yours pressing his hands to your heart.

"You are not a king, you are the love of my life and the next. I know you never meant to hurt anyone, I know that deep down in your heart you do not want a throne. And neither do I. To just be by your side until the end of our days is all I could ask for."

Thorin's eyes grew slightly wider from your words. Suddenly a bright light flashed causing you to flinch seeing the empty dwarven hall around you. You looked ahead to see Thorin was standing now the gem he held now on the floor.

"Thorin?" You asked carefully bringing a hand to him.

You saw his arm slowly reach out toward you suddenly and painfully gripping your neck. His eyes were no longer blue but now yellow like a burning fire. You gripped at his arm trying to make him let go.

"Fight it Thorin. Please." you gasped for air as tears fell from your face. Suddenly he dropped you to the ground clutching his head in pain, groaning as he tried to speak but failed.

"Thorin I know your in there. I'm here with you...no matter what."

You watched Thorin crumble to the ground his eyes still yellow and his voice deeper like that of a dragon his hands slightly tensed in pain as his voice roared to the ceiling as he tried to hold back the dragon's sickness. You felt your body shake as you knew this sickness was trying to fight back to take a greater hold of him. He started to growl even lower and deeper than before.

"I always will...Thorin, my love. No matter what." You sighed, slowly walking toward him feeling his body shake as you held him close with one arm wrapped around his neck as you held the stone in your hand to his heart. His growling slowly became silent as you felt his hands grip at your arms so tightly making you wince in pain.

“Don’t let what we have disappear. I never stopped believing in you. No matter how far we were separated or how long we had we stayed apart...I always believed you would come back. No matter what.”

His mind flooded with the voices of his friends and even those of his kin that were long since dead. The ill words of that foul dead worm plagued his mind until the sound of your voice pierced through to him, the words that you said after meeting for his betrothal to you.

"Thorin...Know that I will always love you. Not as a king or a prince. But as the love of my life."

You gently brought your lips to his for a chaste kiss bringing his face gently into the nape of your neck holding him close seeing his hands loosen around your arms to snake around your waist. You could hear his heartbeat quicken but then it seemed to have calmed down.

“I need you to come back.”

A saw a small light come from your stone and as quick as it came it faded.

"Y/n..."

You watched as he slowly rose to his knees moving his head away to look at you. You watched him shed away the fur cloak and threw the crown to the ground making it roll off the edge of the stairs clanging down the hall and causing the echo to resound loudly through the halls. Suddenly you felt him embracing you. Your eyes shut at the embrace and the warmth from him rising over your body.

“Thorin...”

“Y/n...ah...my head.” He said bringing a hand to the side of his head and clinging to it in pain

“Are...are you alright?”

“I am now.”

You saw him give you a smile as he wrapped his arms around you but still weakly laid his head against the crook of your neck. It was clear he was too weak to hold himself up, you didn’t mind as you kept an arm around him and held him close.

“I guess I should thank my good looks and charm huh...that I won your affection...that you saved me...” He said chuckling to himself.

“With that hair?” you said smirking at him. You took his hand in yours and helped him up and gave him a gentle hug as he returned the gesture. 

“You didn’t know that would work...did you.”

“No...but I had faith. Besides you are too stubborn to die.”

Once more he laughed as he held you close. You sighed as you felt his arms wrap around you a bit tighter than before. The silence was almost uncomfortable but you secretly welcomed it. Just the moment of peace that you knew the both of you needed. 

“I’m glad your back...”

“So am I...”

You felt tears prick your eyes as you wiped them away you felt his hands gently caress your face wiping away the tears. He looked deep into your eyes as you brought a hand to his smiling at his touch. It was not cold or void of any emotion like in the days before. They were the hands of the man you loved. He smiled once more before he spoke.

“My love...”

His lips touched yours and you welcomed it completely and entirely as you placed your hands on his chest. The warmth of the kiss made you almost weak in the knees. You broke the kiss for a moment.

“The others...they will wish to know you are back to your old self. We shouldn’t keep them waiting...”

You were cut off once more by him kissing you again.

“I feel like it has been ages since I have seen you, to hold you close like this...they can wait...”

You were about to object but once more his kiss took over and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him back...perhaps a few minutes would not hurt.

#thorin #Thorin Oakenshield #Female reader #reader insert #hobbit #the hobbit thorin #short fanfic #fanfic #LOTR

[ally-holmes]

"I thought you were dead"

Day 19 of the 30-day short story challenge

Today's prompt: "I thought you were dead". Thorin apologies to Bilbo in what seems to be his deathbed, but it's not.

Fandom: The Hobbit. | Pairing: Thorin x Bilbo (pre-slash)

Words: 710

Also available on AO3.

Here it goes:

Quietness was far from the correct term to describe it. Calmness, perhaps, was better. Whichever it was, one thing was crystal clear: the roar from the battle had died down. Neither orcs nor mountain trolls survived the Battle of Five Armies because once their leader, Azog, had been killed, they'd lost all sense of cooperation, and in the havoc, they'd attacked each other, searching for a fast retreat. Wards, however, fled, abandoning their battle companions without a second thought. Thus, the three surviving armies tended to their wounded in improvised tents.

The elves had been reluctant to offer more help, especially since Thranduil had lost more people than he expected. They did, nonetheless. Dale ruins hosted Lake-Town survivors due to the sturdiness of their buildings. Not all of them were inhabitable just yet, and most of the ceilings had gone down since the first time Smaug attacked the city, but some were in decent condition, so the elves set spaces to care for the Men.

Inside the Lonely Mountain, Smaug's desolation and long stay were still fresh hence the resolution of putting up tents to tend the dwarven wounded until Erebor had been assessed.

Precisely, in the dwarven king's tent Bilbo had seen Thorin in agony for his battle wounds. Gandalf had shown himself pessimistic about his prognosis, and for Bilbo that was not ideal. Thorin apologized, feeling at the edge between life and death. He opened his heart forgoing his pride and begged for the halfling's forgiveness. Thorin knew Bilbo was a remarkable creature, yet the moment the hobbit forgave him without hesitation, he understood he'd been gifted with the most tender and affectionate of beings.

Thorin said his last words and Bilbo left the tent looking for a place where he could cry his heart out in peace. Gandalf will leave before winter becomes inclement for a journey, and Bilbo wished to be present at the funerals prior to their departure.

Enjoying his second pipe found him Balin. Luckily for Bilbo, he had stopped sobbing silently against his hands some time ago so there was no incriminating thing in his person. Balin knew, however. He was Balin son of Fundin.

"The lads are up and about."

Warmth spread in Bilbo's chest. "Fili had quite the fall," he stated with worry.

"We may not like it, laddie, but elven medicine is something else. Kili is lucid and ready to jump off of the bed," the idea brought a smile to the old dwarf's face. "Fili is still half-conscious. His pain has been dulled which has given him the wrong idea. Would you be so kind as to give them a little scold, Bilbo?"

Bilbo opened his mouth to protest finding it impossible to refuse such a petition. The boys were badly injured after a horrifyingly vile battle, their uncle had been killed, and their mother was miles away in the Blue Mountains. They had no one. He knew how terrifying that was as he himself had suffered it.

However, the most bizarre of things happened when Bilbo entered the king's tent where Thorin and his nephews had been brought after the battle. Fili and Kili's childish complaints paled in comparison to Thorin Oakenshield's.

Thorin Oakenshield, who was casting daggers at the unbothered elf tending a hissing in pain Fili.

Thorin Oakenshield, who made a face at the thing Oin was trying to make him drink.

Thorin Oakenshield, who–

"I thought you were dead." Bilbo's faint whisper set the tent in utter silence.

"Master Bag– Bilbo," Thorin corrected himself with something resembling tenderness. "I may have spoken in what we all expected to be my deathbed, but I want to assure you that I spoke the truth, my friend. I– I also… If you decide not to forgive my behavior now that I seem to be recovering, please rest assured that I respect your judgment and–"

"Oh, shut your mouth, you silly confounded stubborn dwarf!! I thought you were dead!!"

Confused glances were shared among the dwarves. The elf, however, bit their lips unwilling to smile at the halfling's antics.

"I apologize. I–"

Bilbo moved his hands stopping Thorin's unnecessary words. With that, Bilbo Baggins took charge of the king's tent and the line of Durin survived for many years.

The end.

#30 days short stories #the hobbit fanfiction #fanfic #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #writing prompt #writing challenge #ao3 fanfic

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Tricky Little Snow Bunnies

And here is my ode to my 2nd most loved fic! Since A Future Bright as Snow was based of @stardryad-random​‘s 1st snow hobbit image. I used the Boromir one as inspiration for this fic. 😊 Thank you so much to all my followers for all your support and love of my fics. We are almost to #1! 

A Pause Before the Winter Hits

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Characters/Pairings: Thorin/Bilbo; Fellowship antics

Words: 2008

“Are we ready to return to Erebor?” Thorin asked his guard.

The dwarf nodded. Everything is packed, and the carriage is hitched but…”

Thorin heaved a sigh as he had a feeling he knew exactly what was out of sorts. Or more accurately whom. 

“The Consort?”

“The Consort.” The guard affirmed.

Thorin assured him he would take care of it as he slowly began to hobble down the unusually empty halls of Rivendell. So much has changed in the last seventy odd years since he was here last. Nevermind that he was now an old dwarf who had to get by with a cane, but he always remembered Imladris bathed in such a warm light. After the revelation of the Ring though, everything felt colder. 

There was a spot though that Thorin remembered well. Fireflies and shared words with a burglar he thought he had no use for. Sure enough, as he crossed the bridge into the walled gardens, there was his hobbit. Bilbo’s eyes were torn to the east. But he knew it was not their mountain home that held his attention. Rather, a group of eleven companions, two of which were their nephews.

The fetching color of snow white on the hobbit’s head had been a permanent fixture for awhile, but still caught Thorin off-guard against the surrounding orange and browns of the autumn-colored trees. Leaning on his cane, he took in the sight just a little longer. A lingering image of peace while he had it. Pretty soon, he hobbled over, wrapping his hand around his unsurprised hobbit’s waist. Turning his head to the side, he planted a kiss in Bilbo’s curls.

“What have I done?” Bilbo murmured in despair.

“It wasn’t your fault, ibinê (my gem).”

“I’ve been carrying an object of great evil that could forever end the world.” 

“And in doing so, you kept it out of evil’s hands for a little over half a century. Don’t be so hard on yourself mudùmê (my comfort).”

Thorin’s thumb lightly grazed the hobbit’s wrinkled face trying to catch the tears as they fell. 

“And now Frodo and Kili are out there…with those dear boys Sam, Merry, and Pippin…what if…?”

Amrâlimê (My love), you can’t think such things. Kili for all that he still acts like he’s seventy, is a very established warrior, and his elven love certainly won’t let anything happen to him. And our little snow bunny…”

Bilbo gave a snort at this which caused Thorin to smile as he pressed another kiss to his head.

“He was raised by an idealistic dwarf and a very clever burglar. I’d like to see them try to stop him.”

“You must think me so silly and ridiculous.”

“Never.” Thorin stated, punctuating it with another kiss.

Bilbo finally turned to Thorin fully, there was a smirk on his face, but his eyes were so full of sorrow. 

“How can you make light of this terrible secret I’ve held from you?”

Ah, the heart of the issue then. Thorin let his cane fall from his hand as he gripped his beloved’s waist with the intent of never letting go.

“Paraphrasing perhaps the most important words ever spoken to me, but I don’t make light of it, Lukhudel (light of all lights). But punishing yourself won’t make it better. Forgive yourself, as I have forgiven you.”

“Oh Thorin.” Bilbo sobbed, burying his head in Thorin’s chest. “It’s not the same.”

“You’re right. Because I actually did hurt you. Yet, beyond my wildest hopes, you forgave me.”

Bilbo pressed a watery smile against Thorin’s cheek as he started to pet Thorin’s long white beard. Something that always filled Thorin with a sense of pride and affection. 

“My snowy raven, when did you get so wise?” 

Thorin chuckled. “I’ve told you before that doesn’t quite work. Ravens keep their colors in the winter.”

Bilbo humphed and continued his ministrations, causing something warm and fond to curl in his belly. 

“However, to answer your question. I quite believe it was the day I asked you to marry me.”

Bilbo barked out a laugh before giving Thorin a real kiss this time. It was the most Thorin had been able to pry from him since their discovery of the true nature of Bilbo’s little invisibility trick, and he wasn’t about to waste the opportunity. When they finally did pull away, Bilbo was very quick to correct an early point of his.

“Always so hard on yourself. It was rather easy to forgive you, Thorin Oakenshield.”

Thorin stood there smiling like an idiot at his little fussy hobbit as he fiddled with imaginary wrinkles in Thorin’s sleeve to distract himself from the adoration radiating from Thorin like a summer sun, turning Bilbo’s cheeks a fetching pink. 

“I suppose…we are headed home then.”

Thorin’s smile slipped as he bent down to pick up his cane, cursing when his back twinged in the process. Bilbo rubbed at it with a half-hearted smirk. It was nearly every day now that one of them was complaining about feeling old. Thorin had remembered years ago finding it rather unfair that his husband had seemingly managed to stop aging, giving him the ability to tease Thorin indulgently over his mistake that day upon the ramparts. Looking back, it seemed so obvious something had been…unnatural. 

“I am afraid war will find us sooner rather than later.” Thorin admitted. “I need to make sure Fili is prepared.”

“And when an army sits upon our doorstep, will you ride off to meet them?”

Thorin’s silence was answer enough, and Bilbo’s ears drooped as he immediately started fretting once more. However, he wasn’t so irritated that he didn’t link his arm with Thorin’s leading them back to the main entrance. 

“It’s my nature, mudùmel (comfort of all comforts).” Thorin murmured. 

“I know. Just as you should know that it is my nature to make sure you don’t do anything too stupid when you are trying to be dramatic and kingly.”

Thorin gave Bilbo’s hand a tight squeeze, but knew a subject change was in order. Before any more terrifying images of his old snow bunny in battle ill-equipped once more, could play out in his mind. His eyes flew east looking at the mountains they were about to cross. The mountains Frodo and Kili were most likely traveling south through at that very moment. His mouth pulled down at the sight of white blanketing the tops though.

“The Misties seem to have gotten an early snow.” He remarked with a frown. “That’ll slow us down a bit.”

Bilbo chuckled. “I noticed that as well. I guess it slipped my mind to mention it.”

Thorin frowned over at Bilbo. Since when do things ever slip his mind? Bilbo immediately slapped at his arm with a furrow to his brows.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not going senile. Just forgot for a moment. It’s perfectly normal.”

It was the fourth thing Bilbo had just ‘forgotten’ that morning alone. However, Thorin chose not to mention it right now. He planted a small kiss to his hobbit’s curls instead. Bilbo huffed out his nose, grumbling under his breath about ‘overly protective dwarves’.

“You know what that means though, right? About the Fellowship?”

It didn’t dawn on Thorin immediately, no. Not like it should. His thoughts still twisted up in his rapidly aging husband. However, as soon as he was able to circle back to snow-capped mountains did he realize what his husband was implying. He threw his head back in laughter. 

“I don’t think they were adequately prepared for four hobbits.” He grinned wolfishly. 

“Certainly not a Brandybuck and a Took!” Bilbo agreed. “But at least Frodo and Sam are there to keep them out of too much mischief.”

Thorin thought Bilbo drastically underestimated Frodo’s penchant for mischief, but kept his mouth closed unless he wanted to endure another two hour lecture on the merit of hobbit families and Baggins in general. One thing was for certain. He did not envy anyone on that quest having to deal with four tricky snow bunnies.

***

“We’re going to make camp under that shelf!” Aragorn called back his companions above the blistering wind. “Boromir! Can you help the hobbits along?!”

“Aye!” He shouted back.

He turned his head, blinking snow out of his eyes as he began to shout. 

“Little Ones? Where are you?”

However, he could discern nothing from the blanket of white reaching practically to his hips. Had they been swallowed by the snow drifts? Were they stuck somewhere?

“Little hobbits!” He called again, pushing through the snow.

He dug around in places, looking for curly heads, but it was so difficult! Their hair having changed colors halfway up the mountain did not help with the lack of visibility. Boromir could feel the beginning of panic creeping into his chest as he began to search more animatedly. 

“Frodo! Sam! Merry! Pippin! Come here, Little Ones!”

While Boromir started to move about frantically, it was all Pippin could do to hold in his giggles. 

“Shh!” Merry urged. “You’ll give us away.” 

Merry and Pippin proceeded to make exaggerated bouncing moments, catching Boromir’s attention before freezing and letting him call out once more.

“Perhaps we should stop them.” Frodo pointed out. “They’re going to wear the poor man out.”

Sam snorted. “This is what you get inviting along a Took and a Brandybuck. But I swear if he calls us ‘little’ one more time, I will leave him out here with the two troublemakers.”

Frodo gave a sharp bark of laughter, not protesting a bit when Sam grabbed his hand to lead him towards the rest of the fellowship. Before they could reach the shelter though, Kili and Gimli passed right by them going to Boromir’s assistance.

“They’re wearing cloaks! Look for the green cloaks.” Kili ordered.

“Do you see green anywhere in this frozen landscape?!” Boromir snapped back.

“Look! Frodo used to play this game all the time with Fili and me. I think I know what I’m talking about here! You look for the flash of clothing!”

Frodo gave a small smirk. Oh yes, he gave his older ‘cousins’ clues alright…but only when he wanted to be found. And watching Merry and Pippin huddle lower to evade the dwarven eyes now, he didn’t see this little game ending any time soon. However, that was okay. His young hobbity cousins deserved a little fun while they could afford it, and the Big Folk definitely needed to stop underestimating them.

#sunny's greatest hits #lotr #bagginshield #a future bright as snow #snow hobbits #practically a true sequel

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Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP

Kili and Tauriel: Baby Fic + Interrupted Declaration of Love 

This sounds impossible even for me, so I think I owe you an apology. XD Let it die in your Ask Box if it's too hard. Bahaha.

@sotwk Thank you so much 😊

Me the instant I noticed your ask:✨ I N S P I R A T I O N ✨

No really, thank you for being my first ever request Nanath 🤗

Word count: 1677

Kili Durinson, Prince of Erabor, beloved by his people, and Hero to half of Middle Earth, hates babys.

...well prehaps that was a bit dramatic. Kili, at this moment, harbors no significant love for this particular baby.

Sighing heavaly he glances down at the fuzzy red ball of fluff that is Bomburs child, the pebble really isn't a bad kid, usually, and he could hardly be blamed for teething, but really did he have to do it on the first night that Kili had free?

The prince had had plans After all. Perfect plans, he'd made sure of it. Nothing was going to go wrong.

Kili feels as if he can hear the Valar laughing at him.

He raises his eyes as the graceful form of his beloved ducks back into the room, oh that we could be somewhere else, without a baby. But Kili is an optimistic sort, he hasn't given up hope compleatly.

He's mostly just perturbed that the hour and a half of sitting with Bilbo has gone to waste. They had put so much thought into the plan, every detail ironed out, he'd even gone so far as to bribe Nori into using his spy network to get flowers.

But fate never wanted to give the poor prince a break.

A sneeze brings him back to the present and Kili makes a sympathetic face at the child, pointedly ignoring that his Royal Public Relations Tunic now has baby snot smeared accros the front. 

Kili is not above taking some pleasure from imagining Balin's face when he descovers this little fact.

Smiling softy as Tauriel begins humming an elven song, he chides himself for mentally complaining so heartily; after all, Bombour could not be blamed for his cousins untimely labor.

True to the costumes set forth at the fist births, all family members over the age of five, were to be near when a new relative was brought into the world, thus when Lady Elberdeth's water broke a half month early, no time could be spared to finding another caretaker for the one-year-old.

Bilbo would have done of course, as would any of the company, but sadly they all had prior engagements. Bussinous in Dale was what detained his family Thorin as king, Bilbo as consort, and Fili as crown prince, had all been called away to a meeting who's date had been agreed upon weeks prior.

Kili had been grumpy at them a mere five seconds when he'd caught Bilbo's dismayed expression and forgiven them all imeadiatly.

Bombour's tears of gratitude when Tauriel had offered to whatch ober the baby may have been a comtender twords that as well, and really no one could be upset at the large dwarf for long regardless of any circumstance.

The child's breathing slows to a steadier rythym as he desendes into sleep, though Kili notes that his mouth is still open, his nose compleatly blocked up.

When the Pebble is laid down in his parents' bed -head elevated- Kili alowed himself to collapse into a chair in the parlour. "I find myself exhausted." He is delighted when Tauriel rewards him with a sift version of her musical laugh.

"Indeed, I shall never say aught agaist the patience of dwarves, that master Bombour and his One have done this four time before" Kili winces in agreement, he find himself sure that he could never find the willpower for it.

And Kili has alot of willpower.

The evidence of which is sitting across from himself, looking like a painting as she reads a book. After all, his uncle is not oberly fond of elves, dealing with them was a chore, allowing one to live in his kingdom? Unthinkable.

Kili and been hard put to make the elven maids case, he blames it on Thorin's then wounds, and Bilbo's minesrations that the efforts had been successful at all.

Not to say it didn't take longer than he'd wished, in the end it had taken a total of nine arguments to convince his uncle, the last of which finally pushed his alowence.

"Uncle please!-"

"No! Kili! How many times must I reinforce this? I will not have an elf living within our halls, she has no reason.".

Kili resists the urge to rip his beard out. "Tauriel has been banished, was banished because of her efforts to assist us! Is that not reason enough? Were we not exiles of our own country so long, have you already forgotten?"

Thorin runs a hand through his hair, wincing at rhe pain the movment brings. "Kili..."

"No! It is no differant! She saved my life AND Fili's if you'll remember."

"I am not saying that we do not owe this elf a great deal," the king concedes, allowing a flash of hope to pass through Kili. "But that is not the same as allowing an outsider into our home."

Biting back his anoyance in what Killi feels is a great exhibition of maturity, he responds as calmly as he can manage, "Bilbo stays." Thorin's facial expression shifts rapidly at the mention of the Hobbit and Kili bites a smirk back. "His ears are rathrer pointed, are they not?"

"That is not-"

"Hmm, yes, they are. I supose you'll be packing him off as well? Cant have outsiders in our midst" Kili is being manipulative, he knows it, but he has grown tired of arguing with his uncle and is unashamed of using the poir burglar against his -obviously love struck- uncle.

Predictably, Thorin bristles instantly bristles. "Master Baggins has not been an outsider for quite some time-"

"And why not?" Kili's reprochfull frown is evident to his uncle, who in return sighs wearily.

"Has he not done more for our people than can ever be repaid? Treated us as his own, when we- I had done nothing to deserve such treatment?"

"Uncle you prove my point for me, you've yet to give Tauriel even the slightest chance, just as you once did Bilbo! You grew to regret that choice, would you repeat it here?"

Thorin raises an eyebrow. "I doubt that my feelings for this elf will ever mirror those I harbour for Bilbo?"

Kili's nose srunches at the mental image. "Mahal, no uncle. But what you feel for Bilbo I do for Tauriel." His words are quieter neer the end, this he had not told anyone so far, though he knew Fili suspected.

Thorin's eyes widen a fraction. "You mean to say-"

Kili grabs his hair in his own hands. "YES, uncle Thorin, I feel it, Tauriel is my one." When he raises his head Thorin sees the unshed tears in his eyes, "every hour I am away from her it pains me, worse the this accursed stab wound"

There were more words spoken after that, but Thorin was convinced, and spent the next few months urging Kili to confess to the elven maid.

Sterling himself, Kili reaches the desision, if Tauriel had any though of returning his feeling surely she would not refute to acknowledge them only because of the less than glamorous surounding-

"Kili are you well?"

The youngest Durin is yanked from his thoughts he the lovely voice of the Eleth. He blinks owlishly in response, confusion evident.

That beautiful laugh escapes from her lips again. "You've been staring at me for some time Kili, my guess would be around seven and a half minuets."

Kili grins sheepishly. "Apologies," Tauriel smiles her forgivness. "Only... I wish to tell you-" a cry picks up in the next room and both of them shoot to their feet, runing to the bext room.

After the child is clean, dry, and back asleep, Kili meanders to the kitchen, pleased to find a suitable snack to share with Tauriel.

This is of course, an innocent snack, not a tool of procrastination nor an excuse to be close to the elven maid. Not at all.

By the time the last of the pie has dissapreared, Kili has once again gathered his courage and speaks; "Tauriel I wish to-"

A thump is heard, Tauriel and Kili exchange glances before racing once again to the crying child's aid.

The child who seemingly had a death wish, as he had rolled off the bed and -being a rather plump child- had gotten stuck betwixt the bed and the wall.

Twenty minutes later he is back asleep and there is once again peace- but Kili has decided not to trust it and goes to open his mouth emidiatly, but is cut off before he can begin.

"Kili I wish to speak of a metter of great importance"

The tone in the elves voice sends a jolt of panic through the young dwarf and he swallows thickly before gesturing for Tauriel to continue, dreading what her words may be.

"I wish for you to know that I harbor romantic feeling for you, and should like very much if you would allow me to court you."

Kili stares a moment, then stares some more. Then he blinks three times in rapid succession.

Tauriel twists her hands nervously in her lap before withdrawing a small box from the flods of her tunic. Opening it allows Kili to see a beautifully crafted crafted pair of beads, each made of onyx with petrified wood inlaid.

Suddenly a near-hysterical laugh echoes throughout the room, and Kili is shocked to realise it has come from himself.

Slapping a hand over his mouth he reaches into his own pocket to withdraw a box similar to Tauriel's, opening it to reveal two beads of his own. Crafted from jade, they are made into the appearance of leaves.

To his relief Tauriel catches onto the irony of the situation, and begins to laugh as well. After a moment Kili calms himself enough to ask; "May I braid your hair Armariline?"

With a smile that makes Kili's heart sore, Tauriel nods. "If you will allow me the same honour?"

Kili agrees instantly, and moves to his love- right at a cry rings throughout the space once again.

ONCE AGAIN- thank you so much Nanath! I would have no courage to post this but I'm doing it anyway! (Seriously though, I saw this ask at 2:43 am, its now 3:21. No quality here)

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[tinytiger]

The Hobbit - A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

Masterlist

The Truth

The dwarves are unhappy with a meatless meal, and tensions rise when Y/n, with elven heritage, is treated as royalty by Elrond. Y/n asserts her independence and playfully challenges royal norms. A food fight breaks out during dinner, and later, Y/n encounters the dwarves frolicking in a fountain, resulting in a soaked dress. Despite mishaps, playful banter ensues between Y/n and Kili, hinting at a budding relationship. The evening ends with Y/n surprising Kili with a cheeky kiss, leaving him dazed, and Thorin observing their connection.

Tw- None

The dwarves were not happy.

There was no meat at all on the plates that were put in front of them, just green things that tasted horrible. Thorin had refused to sit at the table and eat food given to him by the species he hated the most. As he looked out of the large hole he stood in front of, his mind was trying to process what had just happened.

Elrond has called Y/n ‘Your Majesty’. She is related to that pampered asshole that is King Thranduil.

Anger flooded through his veins, how come Y/n hadn’t told them.

The chatter behind him stopped. Thorin turned around because the dwarves being quiet during a meal is nothing normal.

As he turned, Y/n walked into the light of the hall. The dress was pooling at her feet, the sleeves were way too long for her. Her hair was pulled back and had been put into a plat, the tiara was weaved into her.

She looked gorgeous, but you could tell she was uncomfortable. As she moved to sit next to Kili, Erland grabbed her hand to make her sit next to him.

“Y/n, you have to sit here!” he exclaimed as Y/n stood up. That is when she exploded.

“Oh, do I, I thought I could sit where I want, and I want to sit with my friends. Not some posh elf boy with an ego that is the size of Smaug’s love for gold. Now stop telling me what to do!” Y/n commanded.

Ever since she had walked into this place, that she used to miss, the people were bowing and telling her where to go and what to do. Surely a princess should have her freedom. She spun on her heel and walked over to where all the dwarves were sat, with astonished looks on their faces. Thorin went to brood out of the window, with a smirk on his face.

At least the sass was passed down.

The chatter returned as she sat down and dug into the salad that was in front of her. After 5 minutes, she looked up at Kili and said,

“I am so sorry about my past. I thought you would treat me differnerly if you would know that i wasn’t a normal half elf.”

Kili smiled and put his large hand on her small, now less muddy, hand.

“I get it, we wouldn’t treat you any different from how we do now. I mean, I’m a prince, and Bofur threw a rock at me the other day.” Kili laughed as the look of shock crossed Y/n’s face.

Then a lettuce leaf smacked her in the back of the head.

“All right, which one of you was that!” she swirled around and picked up a parsnip. All of the dwarves pointed at Fili.

She swung her arm back and threw the vegetable at Fili. But it was way off target and hit Thorin in the back of the head; everyone went quiet.

“Oh Skirth!” she swore as Thorin slowly spun around. She was dead. Then another lettuce leaf hit him in the forehead. Kili and Fili jumped out of their seats and began to throw vegetables at whoever was in reach. Twice Kili got a tomato in the face; Y/n seemed to be the main target for three of the dwarves.

Kili ran towards her and threw her over his shoulder.

“Kili Durin! Put me down now!” She screamed, slamming her fists into his shoulder.

“Ow! No, stop wriggling, will you. Ow,” he argued back but eventually put her on the floor.

“Watch this,” Kili whispered into her pointed ears.

He picked up a potato and threw it in Erland’s direction. He moved out of the way just in time, and it hit the statue behind him. The two burst out laughing. The evening was very enjoyable.

Y/n was walking around Rivendale. She kept thinking of her mother; would the guards of Rivendale tell her father she was here? They had to go near Mirkwood, so would she run into her brother or her father?

As she walked past the fountain, shouts caught her attention. They seemed happy. As she turned the corner, her eyes caught a sight she wouldn’t forget for a while.

All of the dwarves were in the fountain, naked. She squeaked, and that caught the attention of them all. She spun around as Kili got out of the fountain.

“You alright, Lass?” He asked, walking behind her, not being able to see her face. She was glad about that, as she was bright red.

“Yes, Kili, I’m fine. Could you just get back in the water or put a towel on… please,” she muttered as he got closer.

“Come on, Kili,” Fili shouted in his direction. Kili laughed and walked back to the fountain.

Y/n turned around as she heard a massive splash. All of the dwarves had jumped in, causing a massive splash to get her soaked.

Her dress was ruined, which she didn’t care about, but it was starting to stick to her body. Making her curves stick out a bit.

“Guys!” she moaned.

She walked back to her room, dripping water all over the place. She was freezing.

“Y/n!” Her name was shouted as she turned to see Kili, this time in a green shirt with brown trousers on.

“Kili, I’m not mad at you.” His face lit up. “But please don’t do that again.”

“Well, it wasn’t my idea it was—“

“Let me guess, Fili.”

“Yes,” Kili said, looking at the floor.

“Actually, I was surprised that you landed in the fountain. Where did you aim when we needed to shoot the warg earlier?” The e/c-eyed girl looked at Kili with a smirk. She had pushed a couple of buttons.

“Hey, at least I don’t trip over my own feet.”

Leaning in, Y/n glared and stuck her tongue out at him. The two burst into a fit of giggles.

Kili gazed into her eyes as she looked at him.

“At least I can argue with a troll.”

“At least, I don’t get caught by a troll.”

“I was saving Bilbo!” Y/n cried, putting her hands on her hips.

“I saved you twice!” Kili gave her a sideways glance.

“Once, and you told them to drop me; if they did, I would have landed on my head.”

“And we wouldn’t want your pretty ears to get squished, would we?”

Y/n punched Kili in the shoulder.

“Ow! Stop being so rough,” Kili cried out as he held onto his arm.

“I thought you liked it rough,” Y/n cheekily said, raising an eyebrow.

Kili’s face went into a dark shade of red. His head suddenly was filled with situations that made his legs twang a bit.

He came to a halt at her side. Kili wanted to say something. Anything, he wanted to make her feel like this. As she reached her door, she looked at Kili and spoke.

“Thanks for walking me back.” She turned to open the door to her room.

“You’re welcome; oh, and Thorin wants us to leave at midnight. We need to get to Dale before Durin’s Day,” Kili told her, gazing at her.

“Oh, thank you, Kili,” Y/n replied, her thigh holster was beginning to rub; she mentally swore.

“Goodnight, Princess,” Kili said as he walked back to the place where the dwarves slept.

Y/n stopped, her heart beating at 100 miles per hour. An idea popped into her head. She spun around and kissed Kili on his cheek. When she lowered herself to the ground, she smirked at him.

“Goodnight, Prince.”

Y/n disappeared into her room, leaving Kili in the corridor on his own.

Kili had never been so still. He was really tempted to open that door and kiss her back. Walking over to the door, he put his hand on the doorknob.

“Kili.”

His face shot up, and he saw Thorin. How much had he seen? The whole thing. He smiled at the young dwarf and put his arm around his shoulder and walked the dazed boy back to the room he was staying in.

#hobbit #kili durin #kili x reader #xreader

[vee-vee-writes]

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

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

Tauriel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taking a deep breath Tauriel stepped back to collect herself

She would have to find another way out in the dark

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fili

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Half a barrel in Fili began to panic

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flushing with embarrassment he grumbled crankily at Kili to help him back to his chambers without Thorin seeing the two of them

Legolas

Rohan was very different from what the Elven Prince had expected

He knew humans tended to be obnoxious, especially after a victory, but he had underestimated the extent

Escaping their madness he wandered the halls of the Kingdom looking for the kitchens

Instead he came across a door with a sign forbidding entry to anyone except for the royal family and their direct servants

Pushing it open Legolas stepped in only for the door to latch closed behind him

Shoving against it with his inhuman strength did little to budge it and he began to make peace with the fact he was stuck until someone came to let him out

He used his elven eyes to adjust to the darkness, scanning his surroundings

A storeroom

Shelves lined with wrapped cakes, breads, and fresh fruits sat neatly on the hanging shelves with the barrels of wine and ale perched beneath them

While he typically wouldn't help himself to someone else's property, Legolas smiled at the thought of having a quiet feast by himself

So he pulled up and empty barrel to perch himself on and loaded up an empty serving dish with delicacies

Finally he poured himself a goblet of wine, inhaling the aroma and guessing at where the wine had originated from

It certainly didn't smell as sweet as Woodland wine but he couldn't rule out that it hadn't come from the likes of Imladris

Settling down Legolas filled himself on his "borrowed" goods, humming to himself in enjoyment as he supped

Eventually, he found a corner to curl up in, drifting off on a full belly in a locked room certainly wasn't the worst situation he had been in

Beorn

The shapeshifter cursed himself at his foolishness, how could he have locked himself in his own storeroom

Contemplating on whether he should smash the door down, he angrily decided not too

He knew that he would only have to fix it the next day and there was a chance that his animals would make themselves at home in there in the meantime

The hobbit and the wizard were due to visit him any day now on their way to visit Erebor, he could stick it out until they made their appearance

Aratar knows that he certainly had plenty of food and wine to keep him well for more than a few days

So, Beorn made himself comfortable, pulling straw and old flour sacks from the corner to shape into a makeshift bed

After he was done, he helped himself to some of the goat’s cheese he had freshly made and wrapped

It was the first time he had attempted to make such a thing, so he deserved to sample it and see how it had turned out

After a few pieces Beorn decided it was good but needed something else with it, a glass of wine maybe?

Bending under the tap of a wine barrel he let the wine flow into his mouth before trying another piece of cheese

It tasted much better this time around and he silently praised himself with a grin

Perhaps waiting in the storeroom for a few days wouldn't be so bad.

Kili

Thorin had strictly forbidden Kili from the storeroom after the incident with Fi

It had only made him more rebellious so when Thorin and Fili were stuck in a small council meeting he had snuck down

What he had not expected was for the door to lock behind him, trapping him inside

"You want to do the opposite of what your uncle says then you can stay the night in there" his mother’s voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Amad please! Let me out, I won't do it again!" Kili pleaded.

Dis said nothing but Kili heard her footsteps fade as she got further away.

The cupboard was cold

He supposed a storeroom was supposed to be so that the food wouldn't go off, but he still cursed bitterly at the cold

Until of course an idea popped into his head

Storerooms typically contained ale

Scrambling around in the dark Kili felt around for any sign of wine barrels

After several minutes of stumbling around in the dark he came across a barrel

Empty

Moving on he found several more empty barrels until he came across a full one

Rebelliously he thought if he was going to be stuck in here for an entire night he may as well enjoy his time

Tilting the barrel to rest against the wall he lay on the floor beneath the tap and lesisurely let the liquid flow down into his mouth as he pleased

While it probably wasn't his smartest idea to get himself locked in the storeroom and the impending lecture from Thorin loomed, Kili was certainly enjoying his time for the moment

After half an hour the young dwarf found that he had drained the first and moved on to his second

But the second he lay back on the ground to resume his drinking after propping the next barrel up he conked out, loud drunken snores escaping his parted lips, drool pooling on the stone floor beneath him

He certainly was a sight to behold when Dis led her brother down to the room to catch his nephew defying his command

#the hobbit #lotr #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit fic #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit headcannon #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit imagine #fili #kili #Legolas #beorn #tauriel #tauriel headcannon #Legolas headcannon #fili headcannon #kili headcannon #beorn headcannon #thorin #lotr headcannons #lotr request #lotr imagines #lotr imagine #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings

[robertdowneyhiddlesbatch]

8. Situation

They passed one trouble, only to run into a bigger one yet. The company was being tracked by a pack of orcs, but luckily another wizard had come to their aid. Radagast the brown drew the orcs away, while Gandalf lead the dwarves another. To their unfortunate luck, one stray orc had discovered their hiding spot, but Kili shot it down. Unfortunately, the murder was quite loud, drawing the attention of the pack. Gandalf lead them down a hovel, and Thorin and Kili slid in just as a stampede went by.

There sounded war horns and clashing swords, then a shot Orc rolled into their hiding cave. Thorin pulled out to the arrow in its chest, and growled at its origins.

"Elves," he grumbled to Gandalf.

Dwalin found a trail which the company was eager to follow, but much less eager to cross. It was a narrow and tight path in itself, their discomfort rising when the Durin boys quarreled.

"You hand's touching my butt!" One whined, whacking the other's hands away.

"Well, your weapons are in my face!" The other one whined back, pushing his brother hard.

"Boys!" Aria scolded. "We're all cramped! You're not making it easier."

They continued to walk on, until Kili shoved Fili again.

"So help me Mahal, I will cut you both in half!" Thorin yelled this time. "Shut up and behave! We're almost there!"

They came out on top of a hill, a waterfall trickling beside them. In front of them was a hidden valley, with plenty more waterfalls that lead into the river below.

"The valley of Imladris," Gandalf announced as everyone else was lost in its majesty. "In the common tongue, it is known by another name."

"Rivendell."

As the rest of the company went on closer, Thorin went back to Gandalf, Aria following.

"This was your plan all along. To seek refuge with our enemy!"

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."

"You think the elves will give our quest their blessing?" Aria asked.

"They will try to stop us!" Thorin grumbled.

"Of course they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact, respect, and no small degree of charm."

Aria looked between Thorin and Gandalf, and smiled.

"Which is why you will leave the talking, to me."

Gandalf lead them to the courtyard, where they were corralled in by war horses, lead by their host.

"Gandalf!" 

"Lord Elrond." Gandalf acknowledged his friend.

"Strange for Orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone," he eyed the dwarves, "has drawn them near."

"That may have been us." Thorin walked up to them.

"Welcome, Thorin, son of Thrain." 

"I do not believe we have met." Thorin coldly answered the elf's greeting.

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled Under the Mountain."

"Indeed? He made no mention of you."

Aria pulled on Thorin's shoulder and drew him back, while Elrond simply smiled and turned to Gandalf, speaking in his native tongue.

"What is he saying?" Dwalin asked.

"Does he offer us insult?" Gloin struggled to the front.

"No, Master Gloin, he's offering you food."  "Well, in that case, lead on."

They had dinner with the elves, annoyed by elvish music and disappointed at the lack of meat on the table. Still, they enjoyed each other's company, laughing at another's expense. Thorin and Gandalf sat aside with Lord Elrond as he introduced to them the elvish swords they had picked up from the troll horde. Soon Gandalf became too chatty, and Elrond too inquisitive, and the dwarf king excused himself from the table. 

Aria meanwhile, had welcomed the elven hospitality, enchanted by the legend of Imladris. Lord Elrond had graciously welcomed them into his home, allowing them to rest and bath before dinner. There were quarters offered to them; some had to share, the king got his own, and Aria, being the only lady, was given her own room as well. 

She changed into the clothes her hosts provided her with, and enjoyed a snack of fruits by herself in her room. When she left to join the company, Aria found them merrily singing on the tables, making a mess out of Lord Elrond's dining room. She found Thorin missing from the gathering, and instead decided to seek him out.  

Aria instead snuck around the halls of Rivendell, exploring Imladris until she came across the room Thorin was in. The doors alone were beautiful, but the room took her breath away. Fit for a king indeed. There was a giant four poster bed at one side of the room and windows leading to a terrace on the other. But straight ahead of her was a light curtain, that wasn't doing much to hide what lay past. 

Without making a noise, Aria crept up and pulled the curtain aside to take a peak: there was a bathing pool in the middle of the place, made of salmon marble. In it, she spotted Thorin's hair spilling out over the edge as he sat in the water, probably asleep. Carefully and thoughtfully she picked up her skirt and worked on stepping around to the other side of the pool, but the cool and wet floor made her lose her footing. 

Her right food slid and she squealed before she could stop herself, and fell left side first into the pool. Aria wasn't under long before big, strong hands got her up right. She let out a loud gasp as Thorin pulled her out of the water, shock and water in her nose put her brain into life saving mode.

"You're alright, cough it up." Thorin coaxed gently as Aria roughly forced the water out of her breathing tubes.

"Aria?" Thorin's confused voice asked as he peeled off the hair sticking on her face. Since the past minute, this was the first time he'd got to see who had fallen in.

Aria flipped her hair back and grabbed Thorin's shoulders as the water bobbed her up and down. Finding her eyesight, she blushed and let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, then! I assume that has got to be the least attractive attempt someone's made towards you."

Thorin smirked a laugh. "Not the most attractive perhaps, but the most amusing." He laughed at her childishness and grabbed her waist, attempting to take her out. "Let's get you out of here before you catch a cold." 

He'd already turned to the ledge before Aria grabbed his shoulder and forced him back. He let out an unconscious growl, meaning to be threatening, but it only made butterflies in her stomach.

"What are you doing, Aria?" His hand fisted at the clothing on her waist, obviously knowing what she was doing.

"Taking advantage of you." Aria replied suggestively as she pushed herself closer to Thorin, the water rippling around them.

"Taking advantage of your... situation."

ch7 ch9

#tiliy #rdhb #thorin x oc #thorin oakenshield #the hobbit

[wearethewitches]

Kiliel, a prince for a prince

canon divergence, kili-centric, half-elven!kili

When in Mirkwood, the Company stumble upon a party of elves that have been overwhelmed by spiders. Weak but not down for the count, the Company comes to their rescue. Fili saves Legolas and in the ensuing talks, which are heated, Tauriel points out that Fili saved Legolas and recompense should, at least, be given to him. A debt owed, etc.

The elves take them to the palace to meet their king, however, as intruders at the very least. They are treated cordially, until they reach Thranduil, who is scathing as per usual. Bilbo saves the day and puts on a hoity toity act about being a Took who wants to be the furthest-travelled hobbit in an age, who funded the dwarves' trip east to the Iron Hills, so long as he got to come with them. Thranduil doesn't believe Bilbo and is calling him a liar to his face, when Fili interrupts to remind the elvenking that they saved his son's life. Thranduil asks what recompense, etc., so Fili asks that Legolas comes with them on their sojourn to pay back his debt.

Thranduil is spitting mad, but Legolas is very agreeable, seeing no danger in it if they're only going to the Iron Hills; the dwarrow hide their expressions at that, when he defends them to his father. Thranduil tries to cripple their company by asking for a prince in return to fulfill Legolas' duties, expecting Thorin to be the only one available.

Kili thinks on his feet. It can't be Fili because of the debt and the only one young enough apart from Bofur and Bombur is Ori, none of which are believable. He steps forth and proclaims himself the crown prince, answering Thorin's snarl with a spiel about better relations with elvenkind. He calls Fili his cousin, asking him to take care of his uncle for him and says goodbye to everyone in turn, asking them to say hello to Dain and cousin Thorin II for him.

Reluctantly, Thorin mumbling a 'I hope you know what you're doing', the Company leaves him behind, Legolas joining them. Thranduil tries to get them to stay, but Bilbo claims they're behind schedule already, as they planned their jaunt to coincide with the Durin's Day feast. When he tries assigning more elves, Thorin says no, for one elf is too many already and Legolas will be lucky to be allowed in a dwarf mountain at all in these foul times for dwarf and elf.

Kili is left behind. Thranduil tests him for a few days and Kili is surprised he absorbed any lessons at all, Thranduil grudgingly admitting that he's the real deal. Kili also has the nerve to ask why he never helped the dwarrow when they were refugees. Thranduil claims to have helped the Men fleeing Dale and reminds Kili that the dwarves were not the only ones to lose their homes, and also that the dwarves refused their kindnesses. It gives Kili something to chew on, but he comes to the conclusion that you can't excuse racism, especially when you brought an army but never used it. The fall of Erebor lasted weeks, on the inside, yet the elves turned away.

Tauriel is his assigned guard and they get on immediately, well enough that Thranduil makes a remark at dinner a week in about Kili stealing his guard captain. "Only if she wants to be stolen!" And that night, they kiss for the first time. They spend a day ruminating over things, Kili worrying about the Company, before reuniting. They tour the palace, some of the forest when Kili replaces Legolas on patrol and even does some auditing, just so Thranduil can shove the missing White Gems in his face. Kili surprises him by saying that was wrong and he's sorry he lost that memory of his wife to his great grandfather. Funnily enough, it's Thranduil he shows his mother's runestone, saying stuff like being the farthest from her he's ever been. Fili had been to Gondor and even Rohan, but not he; this seems like a slip-up, but Thranduil believes the cousin story and says that he should not envy those with responsibility beyond him, as one day he may have his own that are further-reaching. Aka that time where Thranduil started liking the poor dwarf prince.

Kili gets used to doing various chores - basically, all the paperwork that Legolas never does - and celebrates Mereth Nuin Giliath with Tauriel, walking in starlight with them. The elves are surprised he can do it at all and Kili gently asks if they had shown any dwarf how. He still finds stars to be cold, but agrees they are beautiful, as underground is where he's happiest. Someone asks him to appraise a necklace, unknowingly stumbling on his Craft as a silversmith. He recognises it as his grandmother's work and is very caught out when the elf gifts it to him; cultural miscommunication time!

Unfortunately it comes as a bad time when he refuses and Thranduil sneers, etc. about not accepting the gift out of pride and it takes Kili blurting out in horror "You'd make me marry them?" for things to start slotting into place. Kili gives an impromptu lesson in platonic gift-giving, which is literally him shoving a bead into Tauriel's hand and saying 'this is yours now'. Tauriel asks what it is and he clears his throat and says if she wears it at the end of a braid, she means she is looking to court. Another dwarf can give her their bead for her to wear if she is considering their suit. Tauriel thanks him and rushes off. Kili is given the silver necklace with a humorous 'this is yours, now, nawagel (star dwarf)'.

Two days later, sparring with Tauriel, who gifts him a bow shaped for his size and strength. He tries to rehash the platonic gift-giving, but she specifically gifts it to him and asks him to help braid her hair, as she's already been given that talk early, when Kili started dressing up for Thranduil's court. He shakily braids in her courting bead and asks if he could add his own. She gives him permission and we have flyaway-hair!Kili back. They're lovey-dovey and then, we get a cut-scene.

Fili leading Legolas to Erebor, after finally revealing the truth to him. He says that Legolas can call it kidnapping in the histories and Legolas is stony, replying that they're going to fail and that he should have believed Bard when the bowman said they were heading to Erebor. On the good side, their lie got them zero debts and Tilda and Bain secretly insists Dwalin take the black arrow, because he's amazing, according to Tilda and Obviously they'll need it to kill the dragon. Legolas comments coldly about the arrow and promises that if he kills the dragon for them, not just Fili will owe him. Fili promises that if he kills Smaug, then he can have anything he likes. Brotp!

Kili is awoken by Smaug's death roar inside the mountain and Thranduil orders him to court, then to prison. Tauriel is betrayed and for a while, she leaves him to rot, but then returns with the keys and the elf who gave Kili the silver necklace - who apparently is Tauriel's mother. Woops. She apologises for accidentally proposing to him and then helps Kili sneak out, Tauriel remaining behind so as to not collect suspicion. She takes her braids out and puts the beads around her neck instead.

Tauriel's mother, Aelin, who never married, ergo 'daughter of the forest', helps him sneak down the river in an elven boat, paddling all the way to the old Laketown ruins. They head to the mountain under cover of night and discover Legolas leaving. Aelin offers to accompany him home, but Kili doesn't like that; once Legolas is told why, he agrees and promises to send Tauriel after them, under the impression that she is as good a friend to Kili as Fili is to him.

Kili reunites with the Company and learns of Smaug's defeat by combined dwarf, elf and hobbit hand. Thorin has already called for Dain's army to defend the Mountain, but Smaug died in the treasury. Kili is interrogated badly, then put to work stripping Smaug's body. Thorin only had eyes for the corpse, dragon sickness taking hold of him. Kili is not so tempted and he tells his struggles to Aelin, who has been assisting; Thorin approves of her mindlessly for 'freeing Kili'.

Bilbo tries to speak to Aelin privately about the Arkenstone, but Kili is there. Bilbo hesitates, then shows them, both Aelin and Kili recognising the brightness as living starlight. Aelin says that Kili was right after all, that the Arkenstone is light from the Silmarils trapped in crystal glass, buried deep. Even an elf would be tempted, she says - the White Gems of Lasgalen are shatterings of a similar stone. She is honest with them both, saying it should be hidden away or broken, like the White Gems, as Morgoth's forces would be glad for having such power. Kili recalls Thranduil saying he'd seen the Arkenstone and wonders if he knew then, about the White Gems.

Kili makes an executive decision to destroy it using the great forges of Erebor, asking help from Fili, who agrees after the longest, dreadful moment. They smash it and collect the shards, bringing it to Thorin...who says those are the White Gems, proving Aelin's tale. He won't listen when they say Smaug might have just smashed the Arkenstone or when they say They did it. The Company believes them, except Gloin, Dwalin and Dori, who believe Thorin's excuses.

They don't know what to do. Aelin asks Thorin if she may speak with him candidly about what signs he must pay attention to, if he does not wish to be further ensnared by the dragon sickness, which Thorin actually listens to. With no threats ahead bar the expected foul creatures and his obsessions with Smaug's dead body, he isn't so possessive over the gold itself. Kili trusts Aelin to do well by him and Balin agrees, after he tells the un-snared about his time in Mirkwood. He shows off his necklace to Fili, who says it looks good on him.

The dragon sickness in Thorin wears off gradually, without the Arkenstone making a mess of things, though he still looks for it. Kili nearly interrupts Thorin talking to Bilbo about Kili and Fili smashing it, listening to Thorin accept Bilbo saying that they spoke true, for he was there. However, he can't stay quiet when Thorin gifts Bilbo the mithril shirt, popping out from nowhere to exclaim that hobbits and elves don't know how courting works.

Kili: Captain of the Bagginshield Ship

Proper laugh with Fili about Aelin's proposal, then some teasing about Tauriel from both of them, Fili warning him that Legolas has his eye on her. Kili is smug though, mentioning the courting beads she wears, thank-you very much. Fili reminds Kili to write to their ma so she can prepare.

Queue Kili sending a letter via raven, only to get distracted by the scouting party of orcs. He tracks them without telling anyone and is caught on the way out, taking a morgul arrow to his arm. He escapes though and Thorin finishes snapping out of it at the sight of him injured and telling of an orc army on the march to their location. Oin sees to the arrow, but Aelin recognises the foul magic and curses the orcs, not waiting for permission to haul him onto her shoulder. She shouts her destination to the Company and orders them to shore up the mountain - she'll keep her son-by-law out of Thranduil's dungeons.

Kili tries to shrug it off, but by the time they get to Long Lake, he's feeling awful. A Lakeman sees them and gives them a ride to Laketown, Kili having to explain the orcs to Alfrid. Alfrid manages to be competent for two seconds and gets Aelin and Kili the fastest transport he can manage to the elven roads, leaving behind Alfrid to inform Bard and the Master what's to come in a cut-scene. Bard worries for his children and the town, blaming Thorin for going after Erebor only for the Master to correct him: the orc army needed time to build. They were always coming. Because of the King Under the Mountain, they don't have a dragon in their arsenal. They truce and the Master orders Bard to lead the evacuees to Dale, with Alfrid presiding over the evacuation from Laketown itself. The Master gets to work sending letters out to all four corners of the world, expecting Thorin 'to thank him' for his administrative duties.

Kili is taken to the healers. He can barely breathe. Luckily no pierced lung, but the poison is strong. Blurry montage, then Kili waking to find Thranduil by his bedside. He's sad it's not Tauriel, but the elvenking informs him that he ordered her to rest, before what will presumably be a great battle against the orcs. Kili agrees, then sees Thranduil playing with a white gem that had been in his pocket. Kili tells him them are not of Lasgalen, but of Erebor. The Arkenstone has been smashed, like the Gems of Lasgalen before them. Thranduil nods and blasély orders him to make a crown of starlight for Tauriel, if he expects her to become queen one day. Kili agrees, then sheepishly corrects him about Fili being crown prince, not him. Thranduil smirks. He knows already because Legolas told him. He hopes for Erebor's future, if it's second heir is so talented a prince. Kili flushes and realises its the first time he's been told he's a good prince and not just /a/ prince.

Elf swap. Tauriel has her braid in again, with beads and is there when the healer informs him that he should not be using his shoulder. The fight to come must be sword only, if he is to fight, no bows. Kili agrees, a bit hurt at not being able to shoot, but he's not an idiot - he's been trained in all sorts of weaponry. Nervous, he asks Tauriel in private how she feels about a war wedding, which is a new idea to her. Kili says it's basically elopement, with the understanding that all the celebration and frivolity comes after, if there is an after. Tauriel asks to think about it and a few hours later, she returns to his side and sneaks him away, but only after giving him the whole elf marriage talk.

Kili thinks that is very deep, then let's her steal him to their favourite balcony, high in the palace. They do the do and marry, only for Legolas to walk in on them. It's very funny and Kili snorts, saying that Fili will never let him live it down. Questioning look, then the brotp-explanation. Kili says she looks different, her 'light' different. Tauriel says much the same, a little confused to be honest. They shrug it off, then head back to the healer, who purses his lips and hopes aloud that Kili has not further injured his shoulder. Kili's levity fails a bit, because the healer is giving him a Look. Aelin visits very briefly to wish them luck and hopes they both survive the upcoming battle, to live as husband and wife.

Next day is the march from Mirkwood to Laketown, then onto the plains of Dale, setting up camp in the ruins, protecting the Men. Kili, Tauriel, Legolas and their squad get permission from Thranduil to join the Company, meeting with Dain in the middle. They return to Erebor, Kili getting kitted up in dwarven armour and patched up again by Oin. The Company get some practice in with Tauriel's squad, so they stick together as much as possible until the inevitable split.

Some last Kiliel goodness, some Bagginshield drama about 'not eloping like some lustlorn tweens!' and Fili being assured, despite his amusement at all the couply drama, it'll be his turn to wed and produce an heir once this is over. Then, oh goodness! A wild Gandalf! The wizard is annoyed, then proud of them for discovering Sauron's plot - delivering not only the full details of the orc army, but Thrain himself along with his dwarven ring of power. Thrain barely knows who Thorin is and everyone sympathises with the mad old dwarf, Kili especially. Thrain calls him Thorin, saying he's growing up practically elvish. Kili says 'in more ways than one' then has a Eureka moment, giving Thrain his silver necklace, saying 'amad' made it, 'you have it'. Thrain stares at it, then comes to a bit, saying Kili is not Thorin. Kili claims to be Dis' son. Thrain gives him the necklace back, huffing and telling him to do his braids properly before he goes to war - all of them! The Company, a bit lax in that department, goes to have a braiding party. Thrain points out for Tauriel to join them. 'If you want to be a dam, you will be a proper one', so Kili does Tauriel's hair so it can't be grabbed so easily, lots of braids in a tight bun; he does the same to his own and convinces Fili to do something for Legolas. He nearly protests, until Fili recalls a famous Glorfindel being dragged by his hair to his fucking death.

Aka, that time dwarves shamed a squad of elves into tying back their hair under their helmets.

The battle. No Ravenhill, just some close shaves and an arm lost for Thorin, to match Azog. Gloin, Bofur, Oin and Dwalin take some heavy hits, enough that Dwalin passes away, as does Oin. Bofur crushes some ribs and has his nose lopped off. Gloin has occasional seizures from a brain injury. Bilbo is knocked out, then pulled off the battlefield by Thrain, who can see Bilbo due to the dwarf ring of power. They have a conversation in a cut-scene about the burdens they bear.

Kili, Fili, Tauriel and Legolas vs. Bolg. They come out superior and Kili doesn't get grabbed by his hair because it's tidy (no Glorfindel parallel here), except Tauriel does get nearly fatally stabbed. Now it's Kili's turn to be a beacon of light, keeping her alive by tuning into 'starlight' (the light of the Eldar) while Legolas fetches the nearest healer, who turns out to be Gandalf. No-one understands why Kili was able to do it, but Gandalf has his suspicions. Fili, too, but he's busy defending them from orcs in the middle of the field, taking charge of Tauriel's squad.

With Bolg and Azog dead, they think the battle over, only for the reinforcements to arrive...for both sides. Then it really starts to finish, the dwarrow retreating to Erebor and the elves to Dale. Kili goes with Tauriel, while Fili helps the walking wounded.

Tauriel is put into a healing sleep and Kili is once again faced with Thranduil. He comments on their marriage and is the first to question if Kili really is all dwarf. Kili is offended, but Thranduil tells of dwarf/elf matches before never producing an elven bond of matrimony. He asks who Kili and Fili's father is and Kili repeats an earlier statement of never having one. Dwarrowdams can do as they will with children. He asks Thranduil not to ask him more of it. Thranduil refuses. Kili asks as a friend. Thranduil consents, then reminds Kili of the crown's of starlight. The power of the Silmarils will forever be embedded in the shards, so perhaps the second heir should always inherit them, to keep their kingdom safe. Kili agrees and returns to watching over Tauriel.

Epilogue. Bilbo sending a letter home via raven and finding Kili's discarded letter. It had opened in the bad weather and he brings it to Fili, who decides to write his own letter to Dis. "Kili won't know what hit him..."

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part 2 (i did this is parts on google keep, sue me):

PT.2 Kili being Thorin's diplomatic envoy to other kingdoms, re-establishing trade throughout Middle Earth. Tauriel does not come with him, still in a healing sleep for a long time after. Kili goes to Gondor and Rohan, like Fili before him, circling around to the Shire, the Grey Havens and then Ered Luin.

Begin in Rohan, Kili feasting amongst the Rohirrim for the second time that year. Exposition about Erebor filling up with people and Kili being afforded the position as envoy. He thinks of Tauriel, his comatose wife and her mother, Aelin, who sent him off with a balm for his back she forced the healers to make for him. His shoulder is still acting up some, so he's practicing with a spear and shield combo instead. He isn't ashamed of asking one of the servants for help, amongst Men.

Kili thinks of his visit to Gondor, greeted by a Steward that was eager for gold, but not so eager to supply the initial force of dwarves with food, with promise of gold in the autumn. The Great Accounting will take decades, but no official business will be charted with Erebor until the new year.

After one last tidbit with the Rohirrim, he leaves, heading west past Isengard, secretly glad not to be summoned by the White Wizard as he travels to Lond  Daer, aiming to take a boat around the edge of Arda to the Grey Havens, where he'd first stop by the Blue Mountains to add more Ereborian dwarrow to his retinue, before journeying onwards to the Shire. Only, when he gets to the Grey Havens, he picks up a new travelling companion by the name of Cirdan, the Shipwright.

Cirdan joins Kili as he saw he would, telling him his father yet lives on Middle Earth. He says little more, Kili and the dwarrow venturing into the Shire in search of the Old Took, only to be waylaid by the Sackville-Baggins' at market, who have stolen his smial. Kili is angry at that, knowing Bilbo wanted it passed on to his Took relatives and discovers that legal matters have let the Baggins take the smial, if not the contents, as it was made by Bungo Baggins.

Kili, dizzy at the difference in cultures, dives head-first into Shire Law and finds the Old Took not to make sure Bilbo's wishes are being held up, but to use him as a character reference for when Kili takes the Sackville-Baggins' to court. A big party is formed when Kili makes his accusation at market, when most of Hobbiton is there to see him. He's dressed in his market best, as Bilbo's uncles helped him and his hair is tied back 'respectably', as are those in his party of dwarrow, despite grumbles. The Old Took and the Mayor call for Otho and his representative to arrive at the Party Tree that evening and when they try to sue for time, Kili says they've had nearly a year and a half to make their case.

They argue that if Bilbo wasn't dead, then he abandoned property as well as his tenants. Kili can't deny that, but points out that he sent his wishes by letter less than seven months afterwards. They point out that the time is supposed to be six and Kili brings up his two trump cards: Bilbo's contract (which he doesn't have the paperwork for) and an old Shire Law about verbal recruitment of the Hobbitry-in-arms, of which Bilbo applies to. They dispute Bilbo being in it and also, it still existing, so Kili has the law read out. He makes a point about the Hobbitry-in-arms being defined as any hobbit which bears arms; Bilbo accepted an elvish sword and still keeps it to this day, so he bore arms since at the very least, six weeks after his original departure.

So, the contract is useless, but Bilbo being classified as Hobbitry-in-arms is up to Old Took. That distinction is left up to him as Thain of the Shire and he agrees with Kili that Bilbo bore arms, therefore, etc., also he's probably the most qualified of the Hobbitry-in-arms to bear a blade.

The Sackville-Baggins lawyer agrees that Bilbo didn't abandon his property or tenants and left instructions in a timely-enough manner for one who was conscripted and on the other side of Arda at the time of the legalities, instead picking at Kili himself. He says that his argument is well-made, for a dwarf, but declares that he is in no position to represent Bilbo. He has no papers with Bilbo's signature, etc., so they must take him at his word. Kili asks the Old Took why his reference doesn't work, here and the Old Took says it only works once - to get him into this legal battle at all, as a non-native Shireling. He'll have to figure this loophole out himself.

The Mayor calls for an hour-long supper break, a party breaking out while Kili tries to figure out a way he represents Bilbo. His princely status means shit here and the only way he can think of is Bilbo and Thorin's relationship, tenuous as it seems to him; dwarrow can't represent those not yet part of the family. It sparks a thought and he asks Bilbo's uncle is he can represent Bilbo as his nephew by law. Some splutters of "NEPHEW BY LAW???" and the party becomes a gossip hub, people mentioning Bilbo's confirmed bachelor status. Kili denies it, saying his uncle Thorin was making moon-eyes at him for months and that he doesn't think Bilbo would fight for just anyone.

The accusation is brought back together informally, mugs of ale still in hand and Otho already drunk, the Sackville-Baggins lawyer questioning, yet again, the validity of his claim. Kili gets angry at that, getting a bit mixed up and asking if he thinks Bilbo is so heartless that he cannot find love and accidentally wins, because to attack ones character in the Shire is tantamount to murder and the Sackville-Baggins' lawyer takes back his statement, uncomfortable at his accidental insult. Lobelia is spitting mad and Kili remembers the silver spoon debacle, reminding her that it's stealing if she kept any. The Mayor interrupts before Lobelia can reply and states that the case goes to Kili of Clan Baggins and that the Sackville-Baggins' have three days to vacate Bag-End.

The party goes on and Kili gets assurances from the Took's that they'll give the smial to one of Bilbo's favourite cousins, not to worry, etc. His retinue remind him they have to be off in the morning, so some wily Took's go get the boxes Bilbo ordered packed, for Kili to transport home to Erebor in the morning. Some want to come along, but Kili can't support the amount of hobbits that wish to come; he promise to have another contingent visit some time in the following years, to collect those who wish to join Bilbo in the east.

They leave the Shire with much fanfare, fauntlings on their tails now they're back in full dwarven dress and hair. Cirdan has done his beard in an interesting way that some of Kili's retinue are trying to decipher, knowing it's some sort of ancient styling.

They pass through Rivendell on the way back, hoping to be rid of Cirdan, considering their next stop is Mirkwood, some animosity remaining. Also, they want to speak Khuzdul, damn it! Except, upon arriving at Rivendell, Cirdan approaches Kili and tells him that if he wishes to find his sire, he must accompany Cirdan alone to Lothlorien, as they don't accept dwarven visitors.

Kili is conflicted, but then he receives a letter from Aelin with Tauriel's shaky hand at the bottom, telling him of her awakening. She has difficulty moving on her own without support, so she shall not be leaving Mirkwood for Erebor any time soon and she wishes him well with his travels, hoping he stops in Rivendell in time to receive her letter; she'd heard from Fili through Legolas that they had got his correspondence from the Shire. Kili hesitates, wanting to reunite with his wife, but knowing that while Tauriel will wait, his father may not. He writes back to her, then orders his contingent to go ahead of him, promising he will be safe with one of the /oldest elves in Middle Earth/.

Sceptical, but true to him, the dwarrow leave. Kili spends an extra two weeks in Rivendell, bored enough to voluntarily practice his written Sindarin by reading books in the library. He spars with Elrond's sons, otherwise, suffering from a seized shoulder now that the healing has fully taken over; Elrond gives him advice over prolonged usage, then gives him advice about being Kili Peredhil as he is Elrond Peredhil. He tells Kili the story of he and his brother, then sends him off with Cirdan, leaving him with the horrid idea that is outliving Fili.

Cirdan force-teaches him more Sindarin and not Quenya, at least understanding that his closest allies are Silvan. They enter Lothlorien with Cirdan being a bitch to the guards, then only for Cirdan to abandon Kili to a blonde elf who sits silently by a stream. Kili mucks around for a bit, having learnt to let elves do what they want and be patient, but he's bored. He makes them flower crowns in his boredom and the blonde elf lady says he is the son of an elven prince. Kili gapes a little at the sudden speech, then gets himself together and asks her who his princely father is.

She smiles and says mysteriously that an elf resides here, in the Golden Wood. He should go to the northern border of the forest and seek out Galathil, father of the Doriath Queen, Nimloth. Kili has studied more elven history this year. He knows what Doriath used to be, so he's appropriately scandalised and asks if his parents wed. She tells him that dwarf and elf cannot come together the way he and his wife did. So, no. Kili accepts that and asks her name, for which she gives 'Nerwen'. Kili doesn't realise there's more to that and adjusts her flower crown for her, not afraid of physical touch, bringing their foreheads together gently in familial greeting.

Galadriel, of course, is very not used to this sort of thing. People are too afraid of her. She very much enjoys his closeness and kisses his cheek in turn, sending him north, telling him to ask for help in her name if he needs guiding to Galathil. Kili shrugs it off, saying he'll find his father himself.

cut-scene, Cirdan and Galadriel. "Naughty girl," Cirdan chides her for her deception, saying, "He does not realise the weight of his bloodline." To which Galadriel replies, sad, "I am not his blood." - "And neither is Galathil. I knew as soon as I saw him." - "As did I, my friend. As did I. He has a painful road ahead of him." - "That much is certain, yes."

Kili finds Galathil and says that Nerwen sent him, asking if he's his sire. Galathil says he was once wed to the mother of Nimloth, his Elia and that she left him for the Undying Lands. The only child he might have in this day and age wouldn't be dwarven, in any case. Kili is confused and asks Galathil why Nerwen would send them to each other and Galathil calls her the Lady of Lorien, correcting his misconceptions. Kili refuses to believe him, "That was not the Witch of the Woods! She is not scary in the least!" and is very stubborn about not believing it...out loud, at least.

Galathil asks Kili of his life, then requests to join Kili in his venture, curious as to what Galadriel has seen of them both. They travel North, coming along a pack of orcs. Kili defends Galathil, who is a bit stupefied at the attack; "I leave the fighting to my brother, usually...and the ruling..." - "What about the thinking?" - "That, too." They investigate the orc tracks, tracing them to a hidden boat in the Gladden River that is easterling in design, if orc in make, almost a raft. Across the river, Galathil sees someone watching them and tells Kili, the two of them agreeing to make their way as normal to Mirkwood; the stranger would come or go if they pleased.

The stranger doesn't make another appearance afterwards. They take the elven road and look out for a patrol, Galathil remembering the way to a secret crossroad that Kili can barely recall, the magic shrouding his memory. They are found by Legolas, who gladly leads them back to the palace, warning them of an intruder looking for he and Tauriel both. Legolas has no idea who Galathil is.

Only, when they arrive, everyone is on guard and Legolas takes them straight to Tauriel, who is watching from the sidelines as Thranduil inspects a magic taking ahold of her mother. She explains that Aelin took her place, in meeting the intruder and was summarily enchanted to bring her to him. Galathil mumbles about his brother's wife not having that sort of magic, which is when Tauriel sees him, Kili awkwardly introducing both Tauriel and Legolas officially to Galathil, brother to Celeborn and father to the Doriath Queen.

Kili and Tauriel reunite properly, telling each other their hardships, Tauriel wishing she could have come on his travels. Kili says she can come next time or whenever she's ready; he saw the way she walked today. Bolg's sword nearly split her torso in half. Tauriel flinches at the idea of combat, shying away from what once was her passion. Kili can see her melancholy, even feel it through the warmth of their bond. Kili drags her away from the healing halls to the chambers that Thranduil permanently affords him and comforts Tauriel some more. They even get to do the do and then have a hot bath together, Tauriel helping Kili with his shoulder, which has grown inflamed.

"We are both marked from battle," she says, before he asks about the Company, if she's heard any more. Tauriel tells him that Gloin is still having seizures relating to his head-injury and that Bofur has found a shape of false nose he likes, which makes his face seem slimmer. Kili says, "So some good amongst the bad, then..." and then he asks her, guiltily questioning if she thinks they will have children of their own. Tauriel doesn't know. Her injury was severe - the chances are low and it would be difficult, pain-wise, this early in the years. Kili says he would like some dwelves, in the future, if it's at all possible.

The next day, they visit Aelin and Kili gets to say hello to his mother-in-law, musing that he's seen her more often than his own blood this past year. She scolds him for being cheeky, then sobers, reminding him that dwarves are like stone: unlike elves, they aren't so susceptible to enchantments and other magics, unless they already hold such a weakness. He mentions the gold sickness in his blood and Aelin reminds him that he never fell to it - not for a second. She should know, as she was there. Both Kili and Aelin don't want Tauriel going down with them to see the prisoner, so Galathil volunteers.

Which is a good thing, because Galathil recognises him as the stranger, until the intruder says that was his brother, most likely. He inspects Kili and calls him worthy enough. Turns out that Elurin Diorion is a dick. He reveals that he charmed his mother, much like Aelin and Kili realises that means Elurin assaulted Dis, for his mother would not allow such a thing in her right mind, a fact that has been confusing him for nearly a year, now.

Galathil drags Kili away and when Thranduil asks what is his grievance, Galathil is stony when he says "The prince of Doriath, Elurin son of Dior and Nimloth, has admitted to the crime of rape and alteration of the mind through use of magicks unknown. As his eldest direct relative, I call for another to execute him in my place and deny him a place in Valinor." Expectedly, Thranduil is a bit disgusted by Elurin's actions and agrees to preside over the taking of his head; he has removed the geas around Aelin and knows how to combat it, but cannot work his skills and behead him at the same time. Legolas volunteers before Kili can, Tauriel explaining to Kili that kin cannot kill kin, or they will be denied passage across the sea.

Kili is walking away when he realises that Galathil is his great grandfather, but the elf is busy walking away with Thranduil. The execution is set at twilight, so Elurin might see the stars once more before his death - only, when he is killed, Elured flies from the shadows and says directly to Kili that he has failed what little expectations he had of his nephew. Kili doesn't really think too much in the next moment, cutting off his family braid and pinning it to the ground. It is a dwarven gesture, representative of cutting ties and challenging his uncle's honour.

Unfortunately for him, Elured knows dwarven customs and takes the dagger. Kili blanches as Elured smiles. "A duel to the death, for my honour and my brother," the elf says. "The challenged sets the terms, I've heard." - "You heard right...but I set the time. All weapons allowed. We meet three moons from now." - "Here. Where my brother and your father died, today."

Everyone calls Kili the stupidest dwarf alive and tell him the dangers of kinslaying. Kili counters with the very concept the fight is taking place for: he has renounced all claim to Elured. The fight was his choice. If Elured wins, then Kili is dead and Elured has all rights to the titles Kili threw away, which aren't many, considering you don't get any real rights other than the title of 'uncle' when in Kili's position. Galathil asks if that includes him and Kili scoffs, "Of course not! I threw out my uncle, not my granddad!"

Aelin advises him to make haste to and from Erebor and Kili finally makes the trek home, Tauriel coming with him, as well as Galathil, who refuses to let his newly-discovered relative run off without him. Aelin comes with them for Tauriel, specifically, for reasons neither elleth will talk about; Galathil recommends that Kili only ask if he's ready to know about how severe her injuries were. Kili says he knows - but Galathil reminds him that he very much doubts he knows the full extent. Some things stay between mother and daughter, until she's ready to share. Etc.

Back to Erebor!!! Yay!!! Fili is terribly excited, until his bro decides to Very Loudly remind Kili that he challenged someone to the death in a public space. Fili asks Legolas what in Mahal's name did he do and Kili interrupts, saying he's got to speak to their mother. Now. He feels awful.

They go to Dis and Kili just bursts out crying when he sees her. They don't discuss it. Galathil takes her aside later, peeling her from Kili's side, saying "You don't want to talk about this with your son." Kili ends up explaining to Fili, crying and sniffling and just being the worst upset dwarf in Erebor, saying their amad didn't ask for him, that she was made to have him. Fili doesn't accept it, until Kili says that Galathil already had him executed for rape and coercion; the elf he disowned in Mirkwood accepted his dagger, etc.

Cut-scene. Thorin, Dis and Galathil in quiet, Dis clutching her brother's shoulder. The storm rises and Dis says to Thorin that she wants to claim Mother's Rite on Kili; he balks and Galathil asks what it is. Dis explains that it's a fight to the death against the father of her child, in this case, the late Elurin. But brother's can stand in their place, should stand in their place. It's more binding than Kili's challenge, as it has to take place whenever, wherever and however the dam chooses and it has to be done, by the father or by his closest relative. The only problem is that she has to say it to his face, before Kili's challenge against Elured begins. Thorin fears for her life, for Kili is at least a warrior and then Dis says her chosen weapon will be volunteers. Elured will have to be his own champion. Galathil says "I shall endeavour not to be present, then, or he may compel me by the oath of kinship."

Time skip, Kili braiding his own home-made silver wiring into Tauriel's hair, glittering with shards of the White Gems of Lasgalen. He promises her she will have a crown of stars, when this is over. They travel to Mirkwood with a huge retinue of dwarrow, including Dis, who hasn't told Kili her plan. On their way, Bard joins them, having been issued an invitation by Thranduil to witness history in the making - his exact words. Kili fills him in and is sickly glad to see Bard become More Murderous Than Ever. He wishes he had Bard for an adad instead, which makes the Murder Stare become an embarrassed smile, him asking how old Kili is. Kili replies with a happy 79. Bard replies that he's only 35.

The Whole White Council are present when they arrive, as are four daughters  of Men: two daughters of Turgon, Steward of Gondor, sisters to Ecthelion II and the two daughters of Fengel, King of Rohan. The daughters of Turgon dreamt of their meeting in advance and journeyed north in secret, stealing away Fengel's daughters, who are quite glad for the respite, all four joining the Gathering of Races. Gilraen, mother to Aragorn, is also in Elrond's retinue, though few recognise her for who she truly is.

Elured is already there. ASAP, Dis approaches him and demands Mother's Rite, which puts Elured in a mood. Dis tells him that her weapon of choice is volunteer, etc. and Elured readies himself as Elurin's representative. The battle goes to start, impromptu, when the Blue Wizards arrive. Dun-dun-duh!!!

The Blue Wizards arrive to fuck things up and demand a ceasefire. Dis is blunt as fuck with them and claims Elurin raped her body and her mind, but the Blue Wizards are assholes who know and dismiss her, as well as Elured's obsession with creating an heir in blue. Kili has already ruined their plans to retake the eastern lands, before they can help Sauron's forces.

Saruman is incensed and demands to know their doings in the ages past. The Blue Wizards claim they took in the twin sons of Dior, etc., raising them as their apprentices. It is the folly of elven and edain blood together that brought such disastrous temperaments to the twins. Elured is silent throughout the exchange, seemingly well-aware of his flaws and only flinches when one specifically says that it seems where one twin goes, so does the other - even in death. They clearly doubt his ability to come out of the fights unscathed.

Kili steps forth and asks them what they want. They reply 'peace' and are hostile to Gandalf and Saruman for allowing the One Ring to live on. Cirdan warns them that the path they are on now, because of the Blue Wizards', meddling is not the same one as before. It was assured, before the twins returned to Arda.

The Council and the Wizards seem fit to argue their heads off, but Bilbo pipes up, asking what the plan would be if they even got their hands on the One Ring. It corrupts the holder and it would never be safe in the clutches of the Maiar. Galadriel adds that neither would it be safe from elves, then asks what magic he holds that his mind would be closed from her. Bilbo fidgets, says 'nothing', then Thrain pops out of nowhere and elbows him. A lot of people are spooked at the sight of him, unaware he lived.

"If I'm right and I do think I am," he says, "There are five Rings of Power in this room."

Gandalf gets it first, his heart breaking. He asks Bilbo for the truth about his trinket, the one he got in the goblin caves and Bilbo admits to having accidentally stolen a ring that wanted to be picked up. It's how he sneaks around to get extra pies from the kitchen. Predictably, the higher beings are gobsmacked - extra pies??? Gandalf laughs and calls it the will of hobbits, thanking the Valar that everyone amongst them today in the Greatwood is to  be trusted.

(Saruman...has a rethink. He's already thrown his lot in with Sauron, unfortunately, but this new information is worth keeping quiet about for either side's sake.)

The daughters of Men ask wtf they're on about, scandalised/horrified at the thought of the One Ring being so close.

The Blue Wizards are appropriately appalled at the sight of Bilbo, however, no idea what he is. When Gandalf introduces to them the concept of hobbits, they hold a guessing game with each other, trying to figure out which of the Valar created them or if hobbits are a bastardised dwarf-elf-man. Elurin says it's obviously Yavanna, but they cut him off, saying Yavanna created the Onodrim (Ents). Bilbo, slightly incensed, asks them not to be so rude, discussing the creator of hobbits aloud; it's not done, apparently. One asks where hobbits began, then and Bilbo says that's none of their business, either and even if they went looking, no-one would be able to answer their question, hobbit or not. Gandalf agrees, sadly. He has no clue where they popped up from. One of the Rohirrim has a realisation and starts speaking their local dialect at him, which Bilbo splutters a bit at, replying. The other daughter tells the Gathering that Rohan remembers the Hobylta, even if no-one else does.

Thranduil interrupts, not sorry to cut their discussion short, asking Bilbo if he is being corrupted by the One Ring. Bilbo doesn't even take it out of his pocket, clutching it tightly, saying 'mine. it's Mine. i'll keep it safe.' and he peers at it, safe inside his pocket, perfectly hypnotised until Gandalf knocks him out of it. Bilbo doesn't even realise what's happened and it disturbs Kili, who is reminded of Thorin. He says 'dragon sickness' under his breath and the Blue Wizards hum low, with power.

"We can stick a geas on you, Hobbit of the Shire. It will not last forever, only enough to get you to the fires of Mordor."

Aka, time for the most random quest of all time, making up the party that represents three corners of Arda:   Bilbo, Gandalf, Gimli, Legolas and one daughter of Rohan and Gondor each.

Kili volunteers to go until Thranduil stops him, saying this quest must be discrete and he is anything but that. All those watching get the Glare of Doom, Mirkwood reacting to Thranduil's power as he threatens anyone who dares betray the location and holder of the One Ring or his companions. It's only ruined a little bit by one of the Blues, who says cattily that if he could do that to the whole Greatwood, there would be less of Ungoliant's spawn. Thranduil hisses like a cat, but Gandalf agrees and draws attention to himself, fiddling with a ring.

"Five Rings of Power," he says, almost to himself, removing Narya from his hand. "One to a Hobbit, who bears the greatest burden of all. The last of seven to a King of Stone thought dead. One to the Witch of the Golden Wood and one to the Prince of Imladris." He holds out his Ring to Thranduil, warning him, "This is Narya, once held by Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor and Cirdan the Shipwright. And for many years, it was entrusted to me."

"For good reason," says Cirdan, face unreadable.

"Thank-you, Cirdan." Gandalf places it in Thranduil's outstretched hand, which shakes in a way Kili has never seen before. "Narya is the Ring of Fire. Burn the webs and cull the spiders. A forest can thrive after wildfire, if controlled. This is your burden, now, Thranduil Oropherion, King of the Woodland Realm in the Third Age."

Around them, the Mirkwood blooms even brighter than it did in high summer. Kili realises it's been two years since he first stepped foot in Thranduil's kingdom, etc., Thranduil smiling widely. He even laughs, then says to Bilbo, "We shall have the greatest send-off known to Middle Earth, Ringbearer! On Durin's Day, you shall leave for your quest to destroy the One Ring with your Fellowship and you shall all part from us in gladness!"

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part 3:

When the party is at its heights, the Fellowship of the Ring leave and tell no-one...leaving it down to Dis and Kili to fill in Thorin as to why not only his fiance, but also Gimli hasn't returned. Dis makes the executive decision to tell Thorin, not wanting to be anywhere near Elurin; Kili doesn't either, but Tauriel has travelled too much lately and he wants her to be settled as long as she can before they decide where they want to live. Dis says he's lucky he gave his report to Balin about Rohan and Gondor before this nightmare.

With a week-long party in full swing, funnily enough, coinciding with Mereth Nuin Giliath and with preparations to completely empty Mirkwood of spiders afterwards, Tauriel finds the atmosphere to be grating as she can't do anything. She snaps at Kili, sending him away briefly. However, in his wanderings, he stumbles upon a drunk Elurin, who is the mopey kind of drunk. He misses his twin like a missing limb, etc. and Kili takes him to a comfy cell to chill in, locking the door behind him, because while he might pity him and be slightly relatable, Elurin is still in the bad books of Erebor.

Kili returns to Tauriel, who is crying on their balcony with her starlight braids gleaming under the moonlight. Perfectly beautiful and perfectly distraught. He asks what she wants and she goes on about moving like normal, bearing weapons again in a way that doesn't hurt every muscle in her body, not being tired all the time anymore, feeling the whole of her leg and being able to help cull the spiders. Everything. She says she's told her mother already and her healer, but even telling another person doesn't make her feel better. Kili is delicate, saying stuff about his shoulder, how he can't straighten his arm or pull back without his shoulder going into spasm; how he misses the full use of his favoured weapon and being able to lean back against a wall without preparing to flinch from the odd angle. He can't compare their circumstances, nor the depth, but he can empathise.

Cheering up a little, he asks if he can give her a full-body massage. Tauriel knows it might hurt and says as such, but Kili points out that a good massage should loosen her up enough for a reprieve. When she doesn't cheer, he instead asks if she wants a steaming bath. That makes her pause and at her word, he personally gets a bath ready for her, though it's cool by the time he finishes lugging up the water. No plumbing in Mirkwood. Luckily for him, Thranduil is having a wander and he drags the elf into their rooms, asking him to use that fire-ring on the bathwater.

"It is a Ring of POWER, not a toy!"

"Tauriel's in pain, just heat up the bath!"

Thranduil is a little (see: A Lot) drunk on wine, happiness and power, so when he sees Tauriel standing in her undershift, not having expected visitors, he looks to Kili and asks, suspicious, if the bath was an excuse to sleep with him. Cue some wide eyes and a morose Thranduil who complains about courtiers of other realms wanting to bang him. Kili bleakly orders him to either make himself useful at something other than sex or leave. Thranduil then spends the evening entertaining Tauriel while she bathes, sharing wine and sitting by the bathtub on a cushion, refusing to sit straight on the floor or look at Tauriel in a lecherous manner. Kili gets so used to his blethering that he just gets in the bath, too, as planned.

They basically have a night in, with Thranduil as comic-relief and any teasing doesn't bother him, like 'I can't wait to tell Fili - he'll time it just right, so when he tells Legolas it'll be the funniest thing to ever happen!' and Thranduil laughs along, adding a lewd suggestion, like his son isn't off to throw the Ring into Mount Doom. Tauriel finally manages to relax, which is a bonus - not just in general, but around Thranduil, too.

It's a nice beginning to the Ring arc, no-one, not even Saruman, making any noise about the One Ring being found. Saruman tells Sauron that the Gathering was a series of coincidences, but did ultimately end with the reveal of the Blue Wizards' return from the east, with the lost princes of Doriath. The only thing that he reveals truthfully is the giving of Narya to Thranduil, as he figures nothing can explain the events that are to follow in the Great Wood.

Before the parties end, a smaller Gathering of Races makes a few political decisions, such as agreements to shore up the individual realms. Cirdan, insanely, suggests that they make two separate attacks on Sauron, to draw his forces out of Mordor, seeing as the Battle of Five Armies took out a good chunk of the main orc strongholds throughout Arda. One is obvious to the Gathering: Rohan and Gondor being an overly-aggressive force, united under  one banner against Mordor, but politically impossible with the temperament of King Fengel. They dither, before someone asks Cirdan the second part of his plan...to which his answer is "Retake Moria".

Dis asks if he's actually insane. He replies with a variation of 'no, I can just see the future' and the less long-lived Races shut up for a bit. That doesn't mean the others aren't sceptical too and they debate it for a minute, Cirdan mentioning an elven army, which is when Kili's mouth catches up with his brain and he says No. Very loudly. He's asked why, but Galadriel catches onto his line of thinking, literally, saying for him that it is not the place of elves to retake a dwarven kingdom.

At this point, Gilraen speaks up. She says it's a good idea to ally Rohan and Gondor, the last true kingdoms of Men - no offence to Bard, who doesn't mind in the slightest, despite being named King - and when the Enemy goes to face their combined forces, the Rangers would converge on those reinforcements drawn south from the northern territories. Thranduil asks who is she to speak of Rangers and Gilraen reveals herself to be the wife of Chieftain Arathorn, mother to his heir - who is currently still running around Imladris, an innocent child, with the status of Heir to Isildur and rightful King of Gondor. It is a poor time for most kingdoms of Men, whose heirs have little power of their own, despite their ambitions.

Elrond agrees with Gilraen and offers to provide her escort to the nearest Ranger encampment when they leave, so as to spread word amongst her forces that they must prepare for war. The Gathering like this plan very much, except Kili interrupts to ask who will protect the Shire if the Rangers have gone south; he knows too well what sort of fighters hobbits are. Cirdan reluctantly becomes the saving grace, promising a full-time force of elves from the Grey Havens to protect the borders of the Shire. Elrond adds to those forces, pointedly saying that the hobbits fed many outside the Shire, his own people included.

'The meeting goes on and on and on, but Kili has sat through worse. He thinks that, despite the gravity of this Great Gathering, the Accusation under the Party Tree was more stressful than this.'

Kili and Dis bonding, before she orders him home to Erebor with Tauriel, to update Thorin. He may have been the envoy, but it should be Fili, now; things are too important for it not to be. Kili argues against it, until Dis points out, calling him soft, that not roaming Middle Earth means more time with his permanently disabled wife. Chagrined, Kili nods in understanding, then readies himself to leave with the majority of their party - Dis staying in his place in Thranduil's court.

The issue of Elured is brought up briefly before he leaves, but the Blue Wizards are adamant that he has his own part to play and, for now, they three will remain in residence at Thranduil's palace. Kili worries for Dis, etc., then leaves for Erebor.

Predictably, there's some chaos after that, Thorin putting out the call to the dwarf-lords as he once did three years ago, summoning them to the Lonely Mountain. Basically, it's preparation for war and Kili is put in charge of maintaining actual kingdom things, aka the Guilds, which Fili wishes him luck with before he joins Thorin as king, readying for regency in the very likely event that Thorin goes to lead the Ereborian forces.

Some physical therapy angst, Kili sparring and having to beg off because his shoulder is just really, really shitty. He comes home to find Tauriel having a bad day, too, so they're miserable together. Day in, day out - Tauriel eventually starts commuting to the Library, which actually puts her closer to Kili's meeting rooms, so he visits her on his off-hours as she is tutored in Khuzdul, offering herself as a guest lecturer to those learning Sindarin and not Quenya, as she repeatedly attempts to inform those who try.

Reports from the outside world break the monotony. Aelin pays them visits and Galathil would too, but he's been put on Elured duty, keeping him away from people, so he doesn't step a foot past Dale usually.

Tauriel pushes herself too hard and is relegated to her bed, unable to walk, so Kili has three different wheelchairs fashioned to her proportions - one for general use that goes Fast, one meant for sitting in the library to support her back, etc. that has room underneath for belongings, and a sturdier one for going outside that can also be pushed. The frames are beautiful and Tauriel hates them as much as she enjoys the freedom they allow; her legs and lower body may be busted, but her arms are brilliant, barring stuff that needs a lot of lower back muscle.

Kili has trouble with the Guilds, mostly due to his own inexperience and also, how the Forgers Guild is by Royal Order putting their all into building up the defences using the Mining force as labourers; the tension is getting to everyone, especially as not everyone knows why things are so bad. Kili is in the thick of the confusion, realising and telling Thorin as such, that they have to tell the people the One Ring has been found. A new Age is about to dawn - either an Age free of Sauron, or the Age of Orcs.

Thorin agrees, then doesn't do it, for once being the diplomatic one and saying they need to have another Gathering of at least one dwarf, man and elf before he does anything. Kili says he should get Thranduil and Bard to agree with him, then, which doesn't do shit.

Tauriel hears all his complaints, being devil's advocate, etc., then asks him to  have smexy times with her for the first time since their marriage. Kili is so surprised that he trips and falls on his face, breaking his nose. Tauriel laughs at him, teasing that he'd rather injure himself than sleep with her - and for a moment, they just flirt and tease, Kili calling her more beautiful than all the elves in Arda and Aman. Kili resets his nose when it stops bleeding, letting Tauriel do a little magic to heal it up before he suggests using the giant bathroom. Tauriel agrees and they finally do it again, content for once.

The last dregs of the Ereborian dwarrow finally arrive, now that the second call has gone out, set for a month post-Durin's Day, meaning for them to winter there; but with them, comes assassins from the Iron Hills, out to get Thorin's heirs - they've already killed Dain's son, Thorin II, to the distress of many.

Oh and Fili has to get married. Splendid. Kili goes out to the pub with him and some of the Company to commiserate with him, though the tables are turned when Fili asks about getting nephews off of Kili, who admits to not having been with his wife so many times, due to her injuries from tBoFA. Gloin has a seizure that gets Kili volunteering with Fili to take him up to see the healers, trying not to be so upset when Gloin in a daze asks for Oin, who died.

Once in the Halls of Healing, a dam mistakes Kili for his brother, not helped by Gloin once again being odd in his daze, throwing around Thorin's name at Kili and not Fili due to his hair colour. Kili then keeps running into the dam, who wants to seduce him into marriage, asking about his craft. She asks him if he is wed, meaning craftwed, but Kili is ignorant to her designs and starts talking about the designs he's making for Tauriel's silver crown. The dam doesn't mind her being an elf, saying it's not like she'll ever be queen, which Kili says is true. The sad bit is that Kili genuinely thinks she's trying to be his friend, continually miscommunicating things, like talking about Tauriel having redheads and blondes, mentioning his brother. Kili tells her about their blonde father and their equally blonde grandmother, Rhuna.

Fili, meanwhile, starts dragging Kili to even more meetings, cutting into his time with Tauriel as Thorin lays more responsibility on Fili's head. Tauriel understands and says they will have time later, to which Kili answers with more smexy moments and cuddles, to make up for the discrepancy.

The meetings are not just politics, but also after moments, when dwarrow hound Fili to meet their daughters and nieces, etc., blunt about him needing a wife. Kili takes a day trip to Dale just to get out of the thick of it, stumbling on the solution as he discovers that Sigrid is also being hounded by suitors. Kili suggest a debutante ball, with Sigrid as the guest of honour, set in Erebor. Bard agrees and so do Fili and Thorin, giving Kili the responsibility of setting the party up. Kili sends out invites to the kingdoms of men, with Bard's signature attached and advises the Called dwarrow to bring their eligible dams, as the party will take place during the Yule of Men. The timing is off, but Sigrid doesn't mind in the slightest, as it means less male suitors vying for her hand...letting some dwarrow have a peek at her budding beauty. The smaller pool can only mean good things.

Kili invites his dam friend to visit, the dam being a little shocked at his audacity until he leads her to his quarters with Tauriel. She asks him explicitly if she wants him to be friends with her - and Kili replies, really soft and vulnerable, none-the-wiser to her plans, that she's become his closest friend in the Mountain outside his family and the Company. Why wouldn't he wish that she and his wife would become friends, too? Tauriel can hear through the cracked-open door as the dam stops him, saying she's made a mistake and he should know that: she thought he was Fili, the Crown Prince, this whole time. She brings the blame on herself, feeling guilty and also with a fragile sort of hope that she can actually get to know Fili, too, though just being friends with Kili is good enough. Kili's been good to her and very complimentary of her work as a healer in a Mountain of dwarrow.

Tauriel overhearing their conversation and reflecting on the behaviour of Kili's friend, spending more time in the Library and narrowly avoiding assassination herself, saved by her own allies among the shelves. They wheel her away super-fast, but Tauriel sees a tripwire up ahead; unfortunately, at the speed she's going, her wheels get trapped and if she wasn't buckled in, she'd go flying. Dwarrow pop out of the shelves, from above and beside, her companions defending her with their fists and precious books, while she unbuckles and grabs some knives that Fili secreted onto the underside of her chair, hauling herself up. What dwarrow see her are surprised she can stand, which she takes advantage of, scared she will not be enough to help fight them off, ashamed; she legs it, only managing to get to the main desks, alerting the guards. Dwarrow come to her rescue when she collapses to her knees, in pain and crying. One of her students bundles her up in a cloak to get her out of there; she hates dislikes being carried, very VERY much so, wishing she had her wheelchair back.

Tauriel is attacked again by various dwarrow assassins throughout the mountain on their way to the royal quarters, the student panicking when Tauriel's directions to safe rooms are disrupted by more assassins. Eventually, they ask if she trusts them and the dwarrow takes her back the way they came, hiding her in a storage room. They hesitate, Tauriel telling them to leave her here and come back; they admit to having no idea where they are and Tauriel still tells him to go. She still has Fili's knives. They help her hide in a chest, before Tauriel gives them a bead from her hair, to prove that they speak truth when they fetch someone.

Meanwhile, Fili and Kili are in the process of finishing off their own assassins, wondering why everyone gets them mixed up all the time, because they were clearly going for Fili when they said they were going to cleanse the kingdom of half-breeds and their sympathisers. The whole mountain goes on alert well before they reach their own guards, though and they both realise that Tauriel is in danger, too.

Regroup with their people and Nori, who pops out of the shadows with one eye and a very wheezy chest, saying a foreign spymaster has just attempted to take over Erebor. They'll need to get a hold of one of their people. Kili and Fili both keep their mouths shut, figuring that no-one is safe unless they know for sure, which is proven when a guard brings in a dwarrow claiming to know where the elf princess has been hidden. Except, when confronted with Kili, they say that Tauriel sent them with a message in her elf language, mangling 'trust the dwarf, my love'...in Quenya. Kili smiles, then stabs the dwarf in the stomach, leaving the dagger in as he pushes them into a crowd of Nori's people. "Start with this one - the rest of you, find my wife!"

cut-scene of Bilbo and the Fellowship in the Brown Lands, coming up on the Sea of Rhun, discussing their plan. Bilbo notices that the trees here, tall and brittle and dry, look like the Party Tree - and he wonders if this is where hobbits unshook themselves like melons and cabbages from vines.

Tauriel gets to have a think about her life in the chest, feeling the heart of herself. she sinks into her own light and walks in starlight, talking to an elf she recognises, but has never met: her father, who is a normal Woodland elf, until he tells Tauriel that he is the third generation descendant of Írimë, aunt of Galadriel Finarfiniel, peer to Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen by blood, though older than they by many hundred years. It is tradition that they never marry, one she has unwittingly broken by binding herself to Kili, though he does not begrudge her so, for with the breaking, it has allowed him leave to cross into her dreams and wish her well.

(Has Galadriel ever met Tauriel? I think she would recognise the bloodline of her grandfather, if she saw her. Witch of the Golden Woods, amirite?)

He gives the essecarmë Aranelloron ("Princess of the Mountain", Q, fn), to match her mother's amilessë, that is a reminder of where she came from, while his is who she was going to be. Her father doesn't give his name, so Tauriel calls him Írimion in her head when they part, the student who hid her opening the chest, Tauriel nearly outright murdering him before Kili stops her arm, the touch calling to her soul like he always does.

"Kili," she breathes, crumpling into the chest, before he says, "No, no, time to get up, now," and lifts her out of the box onto the floor, so they're level. He summons one of the guards, who brought one of her chairs and Tauriel is very glad to have her mobility back; she does ask Kili to push her for once, though, giving Fili the daggers he gave her to protect them.

The Durin's all get together for a meeting about the spymaster and Thorin makes noise about sending Tauriel and Kili to Thranduil, but Tauriel refuses, admitting her limits. She can't leave so soon and in winter, too! Thorin sees reason, but says if there is another attack like this, then they shall have to miss the debutante ball for Sigrid and Fili, which Fili had rather hoped to be cancelled.

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annnnnnnnd that’s where i stopped writing. might have more to add in the future - but no, i have no idea what the blue wizards are up to. that was just Convenient for plot reasons i never actually created.

#tolkien #fic #fic ideas #kili #half-elven kili #canon-typical violence #tw death #tw implied sex #tw rape #there are lots of shitty things going on in the background #but also good things #oh two secs #disabled tauriel #medieval wheelchairs #i just wanted to tag that sue me SUE ME #fanfiction #fanfic #the silmarillion #elves #dwarves #the fellowship of the ring #different fellowship #mountain politics #everybody lives au #well not everybody #our favourites live #politics #revived greenwood

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I think I got Arrow's design down!! This is Mosco's other uncle - Ace's partner in crime.

He's an illusionist and a big part of his work is to use his ability to disguise himself to put on dramatic shows, trick people and escape tight situations, so he changes his appearance drastically all the time. He has a few glamours he uses if he really needs to look different, but he mostly changes smaller stuff like his hair and eyes since it's easier. This is what he always bounces back to in the end, though.

#aj asked me to stop putting stuff in tags but it feels quieter and more hidden i can't help myself #it's like footnotes. small and easy to ignore if you're not interested #anyway this is my oc aro who's platonically involved with my oc ace and they're both aro/ace #because im a disaster and aj and i thought it was funny #extra facts about Arrow: he's good at archery and acting and singing #he loves putting on shows for anyone and especially loves singing for Ace and Mosco #he's kind of overbearing but he'll back off if he's asked to. and he can't resist a good card game especially if there's money on the table #he moves gracefully since he's half elf and he grew up with his elven parent in their village #(mosco actually copied a lot of arrow's mannerisms as a child/teen) #arrow was around when ace disappeared and he checked in with Mosco as often as he could while searching for his partner #so mosco wasnt totally alone after he went back to the college which i think is much nicer for him & he deserves it #anyway Arrow's relationship with Ace has the same level of devotion as a marriage but #they interact more like best friends or brothers. hugs & familial kisses (like on the forehead and hair. the same kind they both give mosco #and in rly emotional situations they do like the thorin & kili forehead press u kno??? #and they wrestle and horseplay like dumbass boys even tho theyre old men lmao #anyway thats enough for now ily for reading all this shit #thank u for my life #arrow wintergaze

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Masterlist

4/20/20

I don’t write as much as I used to, but here’s what I got. Hope you enjoy!

Always a Female reader just cause it’s easiest for me to write. I also write for multiple fandoms, most notably are as followed and some characters that I’d write for too...

The Witcher (Geralt, Jaskier, Eskel)

Marvel (Bucky Barnes, Loki, Druig, Eddie Brock, Steven Grant - Marc Spector)

Lord of the Rings (Legolas, Aragorn, Thranduil, Kili)

The Umbrella Academy (Diego, Klaus)

The Mandalorian (Din Djaren)

What We Do In The Shadows *TV series (Nandor)

Actors (Sebastian Stan, Henry Cavill)

Series Re-Writes that I have...

-What A Time To Be Alive (Diego Hargreeves) S1-2 Completed

-Of Monsters And Men (Geralt of Rivia) S1-2 Completed

-Love Cuts Deep (Bucky Barnes) Completed

Original Series

-Let Chaos Reign (Bucky Barnes) On hiatus

-Life Is Strange (Steven Grant) In progress

Series Incomplete

Let Chaos Reign- Bucky Barnes x powered (f)reader

Chapter 1- What Place Is This?

Chapter 2- Earth’s Mightiest What?

Chapter 3- Don’t Provoke The Bear

Chapter 4- People Of Earth

Chapter 5- The Man With The Metal Arm

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Life Is Strange - Steven Grant x powered (f)reader

Chapters 1 - ???

Series - Completed

Love Cuts Deep - Bucky Barnes x powered (f)reader

Series Rewrite- (Civil War, Infinity War/Endgame, TFATWS)

Chapters 1 - 21

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Series - Completed

Of Monsters and Men - Geralt of Rivia x (f)reader 

Season 1 & Season 2

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Series - Completed

What a Time to be Alive - Diego Hargreeves x (f)reader 

All Seasons

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The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves ⚔️

-Diego Hargreeves x powered reader

-Diego Hargreeves x powered reader (reader x Platonic Klaus)

-Diego x reader

-Diego x reader (smut)

-Diego x reader

-Diego drabble

-Diego x reader - A Small Inconvenience

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Klaus Hargreeves 👻

-Klaus Hargreeves x reader

-Klaus drabble

-Klaus Hargreeves x powered reader

-Klaus drabble

Klaus x reader - Rainy Afternoon

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The Mandalorian 🌌

-Din Djaren drabble

-Din Djaren x reader - A Clan of Three

-Din Djaren x reader - A Moment of Bliss

LOTR 🍃

Legolas x elven reader part 1

Legolas x elven reader part 2

Aragorn x elven reader - Find Me

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The Witcher🐺

-Jaskier x firebender reader - We Need a Horse

Geralt x reader- Full Moon on the Rise

Geralt x reader - Bound By Blood Part 1

Geralt x reader - Bound By Blood Part 2

Geralt x reader - Curious Travels

Geralt x reader - Drink Up

Geralt x reader - The Faun

Geralt x reader - Strange Side Quests

Geralt x reader - Your Traveling Circus

Ekel x reader - Wolf Like Me

Eskel x mage reader - Rose Of The Thorns

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Actors ✨

Henry x wife/actress reader - Interviews

Dating Sebastian Stan...camera roll

Dating Sebastian Stan....camera roll

Dating Sebastian Stan…camera roll

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Marvel

Bucky Barnes x f(werewolf reader) - Rough Night

Bucky Barnes x f(reader) - Bad Dreams

Bucky Barnes x f(reader) - Don’t Feed The Flames

Bucky Barnes x f(reader) - Under A Storm

Bucky Barnes x f(reader) - Avenger Things

Loki x f(reader) - When We Meet Again

Loki x f(reader) - Keep Up

Loki x f(reader) - Tell Me A Story

Loki x f(reader) - Not A Place, A People

Loki x f(reader) - Kisses Heal Most Wounds

Druig x (f)eternal - Hello There Beautiful

Druig x (f)eternal - Still Mine

Druig x (f)eternal - Hello There Beautiful part 2

Druig x (f)eternal - Up To No Good

Druig x (f)eternal - Love In The Night

Eddie Brock x (f)mutant reader- His Favorite Problem

Bucky Barnes x (f)reader - Under The Golden Lights

Steven Grant x (f)reader - Life Is Strange part 1

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What We Do In The Shadows 🦇

Nandor x f(vampire) reader - Forgive, But First Fun

Nandor x f(half/vampire) reader - Dark Shenanigans

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #what a time to be alive fic #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djaren x you #din djaren x reader #din djarin #the witcher #the witcher x reader #the witcher x you #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia x you #Geralt of Rivia #of monsters and men fic #legolas x you #legolas x y/n #legolas #lord of the rings x reader #aragorn x reader #aragorn x you #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan x reader