#here's your son kili | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

l-itraklies · 1 year

Text

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

177 notes · View notes

shirefantasies · 4 months

Text

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

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

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

“Run!” A small voice called.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” He looked genuinely puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What about you?”

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

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

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

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

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

21 notes · View notes

lathalea · 1 year

Note

💎 My Dear King,

I hope that you are willing to answer an ask on your relationship with your nephews.

First of all, I would like to complement you on doing such a great job helping raise them. But as we have heard many times your nephews Fili and Kili were quite the little troublemakers when they were young and I can imagine that it must have been hard for you to punish them because you clearly love them very much.

Just a little reminder in case you forgot ...

Source: deviantart - Little Angels by Wolfanita

.....

Anyways, I know that they are adults now, but I can imagine that when they are together, they still get into trouble 😁 Do you still feel the urge to strangle ground them sometimes ?

PS. I'm pretty sure that you won't be able to stay angry at them for a very long time. Your nephews are adorable 😊

I understand that you are a very busy king, but I hope that you will give us a little insight in your family life, because, like you, we all love your family very much.

Thank you My King

Art by @mightysquareroot - check out the original piece here and spread some like&reblog love ❤️💚

Dearest Lady Enchantzz,

How nice it is to hear from you again, my lady!

I hope that you are well despite the harsh winter weather. My youngest nephew insisted on sending you a parcel containing a thick blanket made of the finest mountain goat wool, a bottle of mulled wine, and a kitten (yes, a KITTEN) to keep you warm. When Crooc, the raven who is currently waiting by my desk to head out with my letter to you, heard about my dear nephew’s proposal, commented on it with these words: “Do I look like a donkey to you, Prince Kili?” “A winged one, yes,” chuckled my sister-son.

“If I’m a winged donkey to you, you are a complete ass!” Crooc retorted.

At that Fili laughed out loudly, saying, “You’re not wrong, Crooc.”

His brother retaliated by grabbing him and pressing against the wall.

“I am NOT an ass!” Kili shouted.

Fili did not respond with words – he simply pushed Kili away. Kili stumbled backwards and landed on the top of my desk, still holding on to Fili. They scuffled for a while, ignoring both my shouts polite requests to stop this nonsense and Crooc’s annoyed cawing. In the process, they destroyed a few of my newest quills, scattered my parchments and broke my ink bottle. Its contents spilled over the desk and a pile of important documents. When the puddle of ink reached the raven, painting its talons blue, he beat his wings and started circling my battling sister-sons (who at that time resembled a heap of arms and legs on the floor), croaking loudly.

I managed to separate these two somehow and remove them from my study in haste. Only then did I find a moment to clean my face and garments from the splattered ink, with moderate success. What was worse, I discovered that my letter was destroyed in the process. That is why the letter you are holding in your graceful hands is my second attempt at writing to you. This time I succeeded, but I will have to think of an adequate punishment for these two rascals.

You asked me whether I would like to strangle my sister-sons at times? No, not at all! That thought has never crossed my mind. Certainly not today — neither on the day they filled my boots with wine (the sour smell is still there, by the way), and nor on the day when they placed several cave rats in my mother’s wardrobe, claiming they needed a new home after one of the mine tunnels collapsed. You can rest assured that I do not wish to injure them in any way. With the exception of maiming them, perhaps.

Do not be alarmed, dear lady, it was merely a jest. They are my heirs, after all. Is it of any significance that now my valet, the laundry workers, and my tailor will have their hands full with attempting to remove the ink stains from my best royal garments or mend my tunic if it is not possible? What about my secretary, the royal scribes, and me devoting our time to recreating the contents of the destroyed documents? And I am certain that the Master Carpenter who made my desk will be thrilled when he sees the stains that will have to be somehow removed from the wood. No, no injuries whatsoever.

That is how my family life looks this winter. Every single Dwarf is cooped up under our Mountain and the constant snowstorms make it difficult to enjoy the beauty of the season in full. It is truly a quiet time of peace. With the exception of the rather loud sounds I hear daily from the corridor outside my door. They are echoing against the walls again as I write these words and sound suspiciously like my beloved sister’s voice. Dis calls for her sons and when I hear the anger in her exclamations, I recall that she inherited her temper from our mother. I am certain that my dear sister-sons are escaping as far from that voice as they can. I wonder what they did this time. Have they made another ice skating rink in the Entrance Hall? Or have they put red ants in the Woodland Realm’s ambassador’s coffers again? Whatever they did, I will be more than happy to witness the moment when Dis descends upon them. I assure you, my lady, her wrath is much more pernicious than my attempts at strangling them (which I firmly deny, of course).

I hope that in these dire circumstances you will forgive me for ending my letter here. Crooc demands another treat and I would rather not antagonise my winged messenger when he is to fly to you with this letter. May he find you in good spirits and health!

Your humble servant,

👑 Thorin Oakenshield

#thorin oakenshield #thorin's ask box #richard armitage #the hobbit #thorin #the hobbit imagine #thorin imagine #fili #kili #dis #the line of durin

131 notes · View notes

larkbunny · 2 years

Note

I LOVE your Lady Dis!!! I think she's WAY more demonstrative than Thorin with her feelings, and is one for hugs and kisses! Having lost so much of her Family ( good thing she still has her Older Brother and her Sons! Of COURSE she does ) she makes sure to let everyone know how much they're loved! And I think she likes to embarrass Thorin and her Boys by it! ( she is bigger and stronger than her Boys so they can't get away, but secretly they LOVE getting loved on by their Amad! ) Thank you for sharing this with us!

Thank you for the sweet words! I'm glad you like her. I know she's the one who keeps the joy in the family, someone needs to offset Thorins brooding and I imagine Kili takes after her.

I saw this last night and wanted to make something new with her involved. So here, please enjoy a Durin family portrait.

#Dis feels so important to me #The way I imagined her is actually inspired by a woman in my own life #so I'm glad that people seem to be taking to her ☺️#the hobbit fanart #the hobbit #duriin #dis #thorin oakenshield #fili #kili

153 notes · View notes

soralinklokidottirofmirkwood · 1 year

Text

Little Calf: Elk centaur Thranduil x newborn elk calf centaur reader.

Age: newborn. While on the way to Rivendell Thranduil and his men in counter a herd of massacred elk centaurs and meets an orphaned newborn female calf and takes her in after instantly falling in love with her. Takes place a few months after the Battle of the Five Armies.

Requested by Kelly6098 (from my old Wattpad account)

King Thranduil and the elk centaurs of Mirkwood galloped to Rivendell to discuss the new reliance and weapon trading. While galloping he was clearing his head from how lonely he was in Mirkwood since his son Legolas galloped off to find a horse centaur named strider and his foster daughter Tauriel is now living in Erebor courting the faun prince Kili after the battle but he apologized when he accepted that his son wasn't coming home and accepted that Tauriel loved Kili but he couldn't accept the loneliness he felt in Mirkwood.

As he thinks of all that's happened he is snapped out of his thoughts by one of his men Saying "My lord. There was a battle here." He said pointing to what appears to be a battle field of dead elk centaurs and orcs, by the Valar it was brutal looking body parts and cut off antlers littered the earth and there were no survivors, that is to the eyes of men "separate the bodies! Bury the elk centaurs so that they may rest but burn the orcs." Thranduil said walking around the bodies until he heard a small cry and saw a small leg kicking in the air "What in the Greenwood?" He said to himself walking over to the little survivor. Thranduil is meet with a dead cow being held by a bull probably her husband and in between them was a tiny but alive newborn calf with H/C hair and E/C colored eyes still attached to her mother, getting to his knees he gently takes the baby into his arms then one of his daggers and slices the cord from her belly button while calling two of his men to retrieve her parent's bodies.

After you are separated from your mother Thranduil gently shushes you in Sindarin making you calm down "My lord where did that child come from?" One of Thranduil's men asked looking at you in curiosity "She is the only survivor of her herd!" He said holding you in a comfortable position carful of your head. Upon your new position you snuggled into Thranduil's chest, your tiny hands curled into fists resting on his chest as you cooed making Thranduil smile as he saw Legolas within you making him feel protective of you "I will be your new father." He said keeping you close.

At Rivendell:

Thranduil is standing in front of his long time friend Lord Elrond telling him of what happened to your heard and parents and that he is adopting you "The poor thing! Barley began her life and lost so much in one day." He said placing a hand on your head making you coo at him and grab his finger but the sound of his twin sons Elladan and Elrohir bursting into the room talking ontop of each other and pointing at one another, the bickering made you fussy "BOYS." Elrond yelled making the twins flinch "I don't care who started what, but what ever happened solve it on your own like grown bulls." He said annoyedly "We have guest today." He said gesturing to Thranduil and you making the twins faces light up upon seeing you "Awwww. She's so cute." Elladan squealed at you while Elrohir nodded in agreement "Can we hold her?" They asked together "I suppose but be careful." Thranduil said placing you in Elrohir's arms who is basically fawning over you "Hello little one, what is your name?" He asked while his brother is cooing at you "Y/N! That is her name." Thranduil said thinking long and hard on what to name you the moment he held you.

Later at Mirkwood:

It's been 7 months since Thranduil had adopted you as his new daughter and you filled Mirkwood with laughter and melted his frozen heart.

Thranduil was coming out of a meeting with king Bard of Dale and King Thorin of Erebor while you stayed with your nanny who is helping you to walk.

She is holding your hand while you moved your legs and together both of you took steps, when you got the hang of it you toddled over to Thranduil who is on his knees with his arms outstretched and a smile on his face.

When you reached him he happily tosses you in the air "You did it little calf." He said tickling your tummy making you squeal of laughter "Dada." You squealed out making him sniff from tears of joy that you took your first steps and said your first word in one day "That's my little calf." He said touching his forehead on yours while Bard and Thorin smile fondly at the sweet sight before them "She has a bright future ahead of her." Thorin said while Bard nodded in agreement as Thranduil tossed you up and down as you continued to squeal from laughter.

#centaur #faun #mirkwood elves #platonic #the hobbit #thranduil #middle earth #king thorin #king bard #elrond #elladan and elrohir

76 notes · View notes

lucigoo · 8 months

Text

Bagginshield-tober: Day 3-Barrels

So my take on the prompt, barrles.

You can also see the colleciton here on A03

Bilbo sat happily in his office doing paperwork. Well, technically it was Thorin’s office, but as he let the paperwork pile up Bilbo knew no one would care if he was in there doing it instead. He was currently sitting looking over a report on the iron yield of the mountain, while he may not understand the product itself, he absolutely understood numbers. One wasn't the largest landowner in The Shire for nothing.

He sat, happily humming to himself as he fixed the audits when bang! Bofur found himself falling through the door. “What in Arda, Bofur? You scared the life out of me,” Bilbo told him, annoyed.

Bofur didn't answer, he just breathed heavily, obviously having run. Bilbo took pity on him and tutted as he tried to usher him into the chair.

“No time, No time Bilbo, Thorin is in the throne room, alone with Thranduil.” He gasped out.

Bilbo gave a startled sound and tried to cover the dismay on his face. “When you say alone, do you mean just Thorin and Thranduil?” he asked, trying to understand how bad this situation was going to be. “Where Balin, or Dis, or even Kili if necessary?” he asked quickly, mind racing over what kind of damage control they would have to do. And by them, he meant he.

”They are all still with Bard, Thranduil isnt due for a day, he arrived early, quietly, on purpose the pointy eared prick” Bofur all but growled out.

“Yes yes, elves are bad, terrible creatures, now, who exactly is in the throne room with Thorin?” Bilbo demanded, hands on his hips, biting his bottom lip in thought.

“Thorin, Dwalin and Gloin, with Thranduil, Legolas and the t’other elves.” Bofur answered promptly.

Bilbo couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and groan into them, of course, there three most volatile dwarves when it came to elves, and the biggest fool was the bloody king. “Fine, fine,” he said, already tired just by the thought. “Lets go stop another war”.

~~~~<>~~~~

Bilbo stopped outside the doors of the throne room to sort himself out after his mad dash, fixing his waistcoat and his braids before walking in like he owned the place, because, he thought with a small smile, he kind of did, he supposed.

He didn't have to look very far to find his husband, he was busy shouting at Thranduil who was happily sneering back. Bilbo sighed as he walked forward and stood between the two males arguing over who knew what now.

His ears pricked up and a frown as he heard the end of Thorin’s rant in Khuzdul, he could pick most of it up and he turned his head and looked at Thorin. “Barrels?” he asked as he looked at his husband.

His husband who looked down on his hobbit and felt the wind leave his sails. “Aye ghivashel, he offers us insults over barrels.” Thorin snarled out.

Bilbo held his hand up to stop Thorin’s ongoing rant, Thorin for his part snapped his mouth shut and gritted his teeth, glaring at Thranduil. Bilbo turned his head to look at the smug look on Thranduil’s face. Bilbo really wanted to scream, it was one of those days, where both males were arguing and screaming at one another.

“Thranduil, good day, you're early.” Bilbo stated, leaving Thranduil no wiggle room for excuses.

Instead, Thranduil, slippery git that he was motioned for Legolas who moved forward. “Yes, my son misses his bonded sister, as i do my daughter, we decided you wouldn't mind extending the hospitality of dwarves for an extra night.” He said smugly, snidely.

Bilbo just sighed deeply as he heard Thorin take in a breath to start the arguing all over again. “You are, of course, always welcome here, and we look forward to returning the opportunity to be hosted in your home.” Bilbo said with a sicky, sweet smile as both Thorin and Tranduil said “You do?” before glaring at one another.

Bilbo had to suppress his smile at the pair, they were like mardy little faunts on a hot day sometimes, just bickering for the sake of bickering. “Yes, we do, now, is there some business we need to attend to before I have someone escort you to your suite?”

“Yes, there is Lord Baggins,2 Thranduil said in all pompousness. “Your king, your husband, and his Company owe me the price of 13 large, expensive barrels.” He sneered.

Bilbo just looked at him incredulously. “Are you serious?2 he asked.

“Of course, your Company destroyed them, I wish to be reimbursed.” Thranduil demanded.

Bilbo stood there, shocked at how petty one man could be, honestly. He stood thinking as he heard his dwarves and the elves starting bickering again. Honest, he should have become a teacher, the amount of childish arguments he had to sort out.

“Enough” Bilbo shouted, causing everyone to look at him in shock. He rarely raised his voice, and never shouted in official settings as it was very un-hobbitlike. Bilbo found he didn't care at this moment.

“King Thranduil, we apologise for ruining your barrels, however, as I'm sure you're aware you had a part to play in the incident too. Now, we are neighbours and a budding friendship is being forged between our kingdoms” he said sweetly, when all of a sudden his eyes narrowed, causing Thranduil to take a slight half step back. “You will get reimbursement for the barrels when I get compensation for my dwarves for a month-long illogical imprisonment. DO you want to go down this route my Lord?2 he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Bilbo saw the sour look crossing Thranduil’s face and could imagine the gleeful one about to cross Thorin’s so he carried on. “However, we are neighbours and friends. I will send an order to the shire for 26 barrels. Made of good, strong Shire wood and you never know, I might even convince old Hamfast to fill it with the best Shire wine. As a gift of friendship and moving forward from petty squabbles if that is acceptable my Lord?” he asked, allowing Thranduil to save face and probably stopping a diplomatic incident. At least this time.

“That is most agreeable Consort Baggins, now, i believe we were to head to our suite?” he asked as though the last conversation had not happened. Bilbo just sighed and gestured to Bofur to take the elves. Whilst he may not like them, unlike Gloin he knew to keep his mouth shut.

Bilbo waited until Thranduil was gone and the large stone door was closed before ripping into his husband. “You rockheaded, stone dead fools. Honestly, Yavanna give me patience because Aule sure didn't give you fools' brains.” he snarled at them, refusing to give them a chance to speak.

“I don't care, I don't care how much he insults you, sneers at you or looks down at you. We are not having a war with the elves because you and Thranduil are prideful idiots. Now, I expect you to behave for the rest of the time he is here, or I will murder you in your sleep and replace you with Dis.” he snarled as he marched out of the throne room.

Thorin, Dwalin and Gloin all looked at one another shocked, mouths hanging open at how viscous their hobbit had become. No one said anything until Dwalin cautiously asked “how mad do you think he is? Like no baking mad?” he asked with a frown.

Gloin looked at him in shock. “He wouldn't? Do hobbits withhold food when they are angry?” he asked incredulously.

The three looked at one another, forgot all decorum and ran after Bilbo, no grudge with an elf was worth losing Bilbo’s baking for.

#bagginshieldtober #bagginshield #dwarves #elves #fucking idiots

19 notes · View notes

wildwarcat · 2 years

Text

For Forever Pt. 4

TW: Mentions of blood, cutting

There were few things in Middle-earth as terrifying as a dragon. In your long life you had been witness to more than your fair share of the beasts, but Smaug was of greater concern. Gandalf had confided in you his fears of the impending rise of Sauron and a potential alliance between the Lord of Mordor and the great dragon. But the dragon was in fact none of your concern at the moment, despite the great rumblings that erupted from the mountain and the black smoke that billowed from its top.

What was your concern was Kili. The arrow he had been struck with was made with a Morghul shaft and the poison was now killing him. Bard, the bargeman who had been kind enough to take the company into Laketown had opened his doors to you and asked only that you keep his children safe.

"Oin, Fili, hold him down. Bofur, with me" You instructed the trio of dwarves who had offered to stay behind. Oin and Fili gripped Kili's shoulders and pressed him to the dining table as the dark-haired dwarf writhed in pain as Bofur looked him over.

"His fever is running high." You said, pressing a hand to his sweat-glistened forehead.

Bard pulled a roll from atop one of his cabinets and looked over several bundles of herbs that he had collected.

"I have nightshade, feverfew-"

"That won't do anything for this! What about Kingsfoil, have you got any of that?" You asked, glancing over at the bargeman. He shook his head.

"It's a weed. We feed it to the pigs."

"Pigs? Weed. Right." Bofur muttered to himself. You looked over at him and nodded.

The dwarf took off out the door to find the herb calling out as he sped off, "Don't move!"

As you waited for Bofur's return, you took up a knife from Bard's block and cut away at the cloth covering Kili's wound. It was black and putrid, wicked black tendrils spreading from the site of the injury. Despite the best efforts of his brother, the bindings that Fili had placed upon Kili's leg had done little to stop or even slow the bleeding.

"You were struck as well, Y/N. How is it you're not sick?" Fili asked you suddenly. You looked at him kindly and glanced over at Bard and his children, who were watching you with worried gazes.

"Because I am Maia, on my father's side, that is. As a being of good, evil cannot possess me. I am immortal, but death can greet me if I allow myself to become vulnerable to it."

A great rumbling from the mountain shook the very construct of the house, making Bard's daughters whimper.

"An earthquake?" Fili asked you. Your face turned grim and you shook your head.

"A dragon." You answered, turning to Bard, "Go now. Take your children and leave this place."

"And go where? There is nowhere else to go."

You straightened up and met his eye, "Anywhere is better than here. The dragon will kill you all if you remain in Laketown."

The bargeman grinned and reached up to the rafters of his house, pulling down a large, black-steel arrow.

"Not if I kill it first."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bard took the Black Arrow and his son to find the town's wind lance, leaving his daughters under your care. But with Kili growing worse and the mountain shaking, you had more than enough on your plate.

"Damn it all, where is Bofur?" You growled as you tightened the tourniquet you had wrapped around Kili's leg. Black, rotten blood continued to spill from the site of the wound despite your best efforts to stop it. You were running out of both options and time.

"Fili, go get some ice from the river." You instructed, "It may help with his fever."

The blonde haired dwarf nodded and made for the door, only to be met with an orc who had leapt down from the roof. The girls screamed in fear as Fili began to duck and dodge the brutal swings of the orc's axe.

"Oin, go!" You yelled, tossing him the kitchen knife you had used earlier. The elderly dwarf charged forward with youthful speed as a pair of orcs burst through the ceiling over the kitchen.

"Go." Kili whimpered to you, his dark eyes filled with pain. "Fight."

You turned away, pulling a pike hook from the table of weapons that Bard offered you before. It was heavy in your hands as you raised it like a spear and threw it with as much force as you could. The hooks cut through one of the orcs' chests, but it did little to slow him. You longed for your sword, still being held in the armory in Thranduil's halls.

The orc pulled the pike hook from its chest and threw back at you with greater force. Instinctively, you held out a hand and the pike hook froze in mid-air before dropping to the floor in front of where Bard's daughters had hidden themselves beneath a table. The beast lumbered toward you as two more orcs entered the home but came to a sudden halt when a familiar blade cut through its neck.

You turned to see Tauriel wielding your sword, making her way through the orcs that had invaded Bard's home with ease. Her eyes flicked over to where Kili lay writhing on the table, fear present in them as she continued to fight. Turning back to Kili, you saw that his lips had begun to turn blue as his face grew to a porcelain shade of white. He was dying, the poison of the Morghul shaft now choking the very life out of him.

You wracked your brain for any sort of idea that could save the dark-haired dwarf, before you settled on the only choice that would give him a chance. You set your hand on his chest and closed your eyes.

"Lar- mime óma, quer- -o i móre, túl at- ana i kal." You whispered, feeling a piece you leave your body and enter his. A part of your soul worked its way through Kili's body, drawing the evil from him and into you. Pain began to blossom in your leg where Kili's wound was, greater, sharper than any other pain you had experienced before. When your soul reentered your body, you fell to the floor with a pained gasp, your leg unable to hold you up anymore.

"Mellon, are you alright?" Tauriel asked you, the last of the orcs dead at her feet. You gritted your teeth and nodded, rising slowly to bear weight on your feet as the pain subsided. You faced Tauriel gripping the table tightly for support when you saw Legolas enter the house cautiously.

"I've given him more time, but only enough to last him a few more hours or so."

"How could you do such a thing?" The elleth asked you, amazed.

You sighed and released the table, stepping forward to take hold of your sword by its blade, letting it cut into your skin. You pulled your hand away slowly, showing the elves a gash that healed just as quickly as it had been placed.

"I am... not mortal. Not in any sense of the word. I am of the Maiar, a child of Draefend, the Forest Crafter."

You glanced hesitantly over Legolas, to see that he had begun to back away. His eyes, once bright and kind were now dark with a sense of betrayal. Tauriel rushed toward Kili, whispering low to you.

"Go to him."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Translations:

Lar- mime óma, quer- -o i móre, túl at- ana i kal. -- Hear my voice, turn away from the dark, come back to the light.

Taglist:

@idk-whatamidoinglmao @siriuslydestiny @starbirdfinch

@chaoscontrolr @voidinfernal @randomstory56

@awkw4rdp3rs0n @lourecovette @elizabeth-skywalker

@teacupcollector

#legolas x reader #lord of the rings #legolas greenleaf #legolas #lord of the rings fandom #lord of the rings movies #desolation of smaug #the hobbit #lotr elves x reader #lotr elves #lotr fanfic #lotr x reader #legolas greenleaf x reader #orlando bloom x reader

187 notes · View notes

gatheringfiki · 5 months

Text

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

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

Prophecy Bound

—

Dis was crying. And Thorin had no way to console her.

“It can’t be,” she sobbed. “Please, don’t- make it not so.”

It was supposed to be a joyous day for the Mountain, for Dis and her husband. The birth of their child. And yet everyone in the room was devastated.

A steady breath, a steady heartbeat and eyes staring at the world.

Dis’s son was alive and healthy. It should be a reason to celebrate. But they only felt dread.

“That is my wife in there!” A voice outside the room boomed and then the door swung open, Hrili falling in and slamming it shut behind him. “Stuffy nobles,” he grumbled and then flew to Dis’s side. “Amral! I am here, I am here.”

Thorin watched as Dis clung to Hrili’s shoulders, sobbing and begging for it all to be different.

Hrili held her, sadness falling on his face. He looked at Thorin, Dis still in his arms, “The little one, it didn’t make it then?”

“Oh, he is alive and healthy,” Oin stepped forward and presented the bundle that was the cause of this.Hrili’s mouth opened. And unlike each one of them before he did not break into hysterics or devastation. Wonder and Love shined out of his eyes. Quickly to be replaced with absolute confusion.

“What is everyone crying about then?!” He carefully peeled Dis out of his arms, mumbling to her that he has to greet his son but he will be right back with her.

Dis had stopped crying at this point. Which made it worse in Thorin’s mind. So much worse. He knew how to handle his little sister when she was crying and yelling. He had no idea what to do when she got this quiet.

“Welcome to this world,” Hrili took the baby out of Oin’s hands, smiling at the child and his fingers shaking when he touched the stubby nose. The child blinked back at him, a small hand trying to grasp his fingers and Hrili’s smile widened. “What wonder you are,” he whispered to the child as if it was a secret.

When he turned around to Dis, holding their child, their was a deep frown on his face.

“Why are you sad? Tell me. What is wrong?”

Dis shook her head, turned to the side and away from her husband and child.

Hrili’s head snapped around to Thorin, accusation written on it.

Thorin sighed, “You don’t know?”

“Obviously I don’t,” Hrili sneered. “My son is born. My wife is healthy- She is healthy right?” Oin nodded. “She is healthy. He is healthy. I see no reason that the world is ending, the exact opposite actually. And yet everyone here is looking like they just heard that mountain broke and is lost forever.”

“Because it is,” Thorin whispered. “I am sorry, Hrili. But-” he couldn’t even look at the little bundle, least of all say that this was his sister’s son. “He is, well. Not good news.”

“He is my son,” Hrili stated firmly. “What else could he be but good news. Dis!” he turned to his wife. “Dis, Amral, why can’t you look at your- at our son?”

She shook her head, pulled at a pillow and started to cry again.

“Please, understand,” Thorin started.

“How?” Hrili raised his voice, “How am I to understand?”

A small whimper came from Hrili’s arms.

Dis stopped crying, her head came up and turned around, looking at the small and now crying child.

“Oh,” Hrili looked at the small face and Thorin wanted to turn back time. “Oh, shhhh, little wonder. I am sorry, don’t cry. Your uncle just upset me, shhhh.” He rocked the child carefully. “It happens more often than not,” he went on. “He is a very upsetting man.”“Hrili,” Thorin sighed.

“You know, if you cry everytime I get upset with him, you will run out of tears far too quickly,” Hrili ignored all of them.

Oin, who was busying himself with clean up. Dis, staring at him like he was a creature she had never seen before. Thorin, who was now reaching the point where he was about to boil over.

“Hrili!” he stated louder.

“What?” Hrili didn’t look up and continued to rock the child, that was still upset but at least not crying anymore.

“You are holding the child of demise.”

Hrili looked up at Thorin, a very unimpressed glare directed at him.

“What did you just call my son?”

“He is the child of demise. I know you are aware of the prophecy.”

“Of an old hag that your grandfather believes spits Mahal’s wisdom in his teapot. I am aware of his existence.”

“Master Agar,” Oin grumbled. “Is a reader of the signs. Oracle work is not easy.”“It is alright,” Hrili’s shoulders went down a bit. He always had a soft spot for Oin. Being saved by him after several wars did that to you. “But not that Prophecy,” he might as well have cursed with how he spit the word. “Oin, you have the talent as well, don’t you?”

Oin mumbled something, shifting uncomfortably around.

“Ready my sons,” Hrili held the baby to Oin. “Look at him, See how bright his eyes are.”

Oin sighed and stepped closer, looking at the child intently.

For seconds there seemed to be a staring match between the healer and the child. Neither blinking. Until the child blinked and looked back up at Hrili.

“And?” Hrili asked.

“I don’t know,” Oin waved him off.

“Oin,” Hrili laughed. “You saw something. Tell us.”“Yes,” Dis whispered. “Tell us, what did you see in his eyes?”

“Love,” Oin said. “Love so strong it will be destructive.”

Hrili smiled, “Well, not too bad then.”

“Not to bad,” Thorin echoed. “He said destructive.”

“You are destructive,” Hrili shot back. “You killed thousands of orcs who dared come close to our home. Is that not destruction out of love? How dare you.”

“Hrili,” Dis whispered. He looked at her, but his face only changed minimal. “You have to understand. The prophecy, we never thought it would come about in this way.”

“So afraid,” Hrili mumbled. “Since when are you too afraid to love, Dis? He is your son. Our son. The one you sung to about the world while he was growing in your belly. How could you have turned your back on him?”

“I-” she hesitated, her voice unusually quiet. “It wasn’t easy.”

“And yet you did it,” Hrili frowned at her. “Must be a strong conviction you have that carried you through that decision.”

“Hrili,” tears started to form in her eyes again. “Please, don’t shun me.”

“You stood against your father for our love. But not against a superstition for our son? You shun him, Dis.”

Thorin sighed and sat down, burying his face in his hands. It wasn’t like they could do something to help the child. When Grandfather found out about it, and he surely would, there was no saving the child.

“I don’t even know you,” he heard Hrili whisper. “What happened to my heart? What happened to my friend?” Hrili had turned to him.

When door closed Thorin looked up. Hrili was gone. And so was the child.

Dis was staring at the wall, Oin at his feet.

It was the last time any of them saw Hrili and his son.

———

“Kili!” Thorin shouted. “Kili, come down from there! What if you fall?”

“I won’t fall!”

Thorin watched the little dwarf climb yet another statue.

“Kili, I mean it. Come down there this instance.”

“Fine,” Kili groaned and dropped down from the statue, giving Thorin almost a heartattack. Only to grin sheepishly up at him.

“Rascal.”

“Boring old man.”“You are the heir of Erebor, Kili, act like it.”

Kili looked down at the ground and Thorin felt shame rise up in himself. Not only was he lying to Kili but also taking away the joy of a child.

“I am sorry, uncle.”

“I am too,” Thorin kneeled down and put his hand on the little shoulder. “Let’s go and buy some of those delicious cookies you like, mh?”

“Yes!”

Years had passed since the night his sister had given birth a second time. Kili’s father was not in the picture, he was only Dis’s husband on paper and never would be more than that.

He wished the damn prophecy would have never been uttered.

It still echoed through his mind, just like the empty place that Hrili had left behind like a stain.

‘When the sister is the mother to the gold haired child,

The One of Gold brings the coldest of dark.

The Mountain weeps, the Mountain trembles.’

He had gone over it a thousands times. Trying to see another way he could have read it. But it stayed the same. The golden one, the gold haired child… Hrili’s and Dis’s son.

And now, there was Kili. Dis’s second son. Her only reason for a smile. If anything happened to Kili, she would not continue on to live. And Thorin could understand. Her heart was broken and Kili had all of what was left of it.

“Come, pick the shapes you want,” Thorin gestured at the display of cookies. He saw a star, a snowflake and a diamond shaped cookie.

Kili pondered for several seconds, looking at each shape carefully.

“Do you think Amad wants one too?”

“I am sure she would love it if you brought her one.”

“Then I have to pick the best,” Kili looked up at him. “Maybe that will cheer her up. She is so sad lately. Why is she so sad, Uncle?”

Durin damn it, but the boy was perceptive.

“She is sad because the days aren’t that long anymore. Like you are. Just a bit more,” he lied again. Lying had become an awful habit by now.

———–

Fili tried to hide under the knitted blanket from the cold.

“Uncle Bilbo?”“Yes?”“When is Adad coming home?”

“I am sure he is already on his way back from work,” Bilbo placed some cookies on the table. “Now, how about you get out of that little blanket and help me organise this mess.”“But you made it,” Fili scrunched his nose up. “I don’t get help when cleaning my room.”

“Yes, you do,” he was thrown a glare. “I helped you last time.”“Because I couldn’t lift it!”

“I helped.”

“Alright. But I get five cookies,” Fili placed his cold feet reluctantly on the carpet.

“A fair price, I think,” Bilbo agreed. “Now let’s get started.”

Books, ink pens and paper.

Their home was full of it and Fili loved it. Except when he had to clean it all up.

Uncle Bilbo was a bit odd with where things had to go and be, unless he was moving them. But his father always said that they had to help and that it was very kind that they were allowed to live with Bilbo.

He never explained to Fili why they lived with Bilbo Baggins, who wasn’t related to them in any way. But he liked his uncle, even when there was no blood connection. What did it matter, if he got the cookies and hot milk from him? That was what uncles provided as far as Fili knew.

He looked at the paper he held in his hands.

It was a map. A very pretty one.

“Uncle, where is this?” He held it up.

Bilbo looked at it. “Odd, just one mountain? Normally they form chains or clusters. Like the Misty Mountains, remember? One is very rare,” He took the map from Fili’s hand and inspected it. “I don’t think I know this place. Must be a map of your fathers.” The map was placed on the table for later.

They continued the clean up until the door of the Smial opened and shut, announcing the return of the last member of the household.

“Adad!” Fili ran out of the living room and jumped into the strong arms of his father.

“Hello, my little wonder,” his father lifted him easily up. “Where you good while i was gone?”

Fili nodded eagerly, “I helped Uncle to clean up. He made a mess.”“I did not,” Bilbo called out. “That is slander, that is!”“And we made cookies.”

“Ah, cookies,” his father sighed and kissed his forehead. “I hope you haven’t eaten all of them.”“No, but I do get five cookies as payment.”When his father entered the living room he whistled, “Must have been a mess, Bilbo.”“Not a mess,” he was corrected. “Just a bit unorganised.”

“Right. My apologies.”“Also,” Bilbo went to the table and picked up the map Fili had found. “I think this is yours.”

Hrili took it and looked at it, “Yes, that would be mine,” he mumbled.

Fili placed his head on the wrinkle forming between the eyebrows, “Why are you frowning?”

“Ah, my little treasure, just memories.”

“You were there?” Fili asked excited.

His father nodded and sat down heavily on the couch, stretching his legs out, “I lived there. And you were born in this mountain.”

“Was it sad?” Filii wondered.“What? Why would you ask that, lad?”

“Well, Uncle Bilbo told me that Mountains normally are together. Huddling and cuddling, like we do when we are outside and it is cold and windy.”

A smile formed on his fathers face and he looked at Bilbo, “A lovely picture. And yes, they do.”

“But this one is all alone,” Fili pointed at the single peak. “I am sad when I am lonely. So is the Mountain sad too?”

His father blinked at him with surprise, “I never thought of that.”

Fili waited for his father. He knew there would be a reply if he was just patient enough. Sometimes his father needed time to get his thoughts sorted.

“Yes, it is sad,” his father settled on. “When I left with you it was already a very lonely place.”

“Right,” Fili nodded. “Can we go there? Make it not lonely?”

“No, Fili,” his father went through his hair. “They don’t want us there. They want to stay sad.”

“No one wants to stay sad,” Fili argued.

“Not true,” Bilbo handed a cookie to Fili. “Remember Lobelia.”

“She is not sad,” Fili said. “She is ghastly.”

“Who taught you that word?”

Fili pointed at Bilbo, “He said that she ghastly.”

“Bilbo! She is your cousin.”“What?” Bilbo squealed. “She is! And I have every right to call her that. You said yourself she is a silver spooned nuisance.”

———

Hrili looked at Fili, sleeping on the couch.

“Long day for him, wasn’t it?”

“I made sure of it,” Bilbo handed him a cup of tea. “Baking and cleaning up. Tomorrow we will decorate everything.” He looked at the map. “So that was your home.”

“Yes. Born there, raised there, fell in love, got my heart broken and left with Fili.”

“You never did explain the circumstances of it all. And Fili’s birthday is right around the corner.”“What are you getting at?” Hrili had taken the map along as a way to navigate away from the mountain, to find a good spot for him and Fili to live far far away from those dark halls. When he had reached the Shire it had been perfect. And the Hobbits were kind people. If you did not count the sharp tongued Lobelia and even she never had lashed out at them differently than to the others. He had first wanted to burn the map, destroy any connection that would bring up that place. But he couldn’t, as Bilbo said, it had been his home. And then he had forgotten the map. Until now.

“He will want to see it. One day.”

“One day,” Hrili agreed. “But that should be far in the future, when he is older. Less vulnerable to the cruelty there.”

“Not a nice place, is it?”

“It was. Once. But it changed. And I only noticed when the damage had already been done.”

“Will you ever tell me the story?”

“One day,” Hrili echoed. “You will hear it together with Fili.”

———

Kili groaned and moved his shoulders.

Being a prince was awful work.

It did something to your back. He called it chronic tenseness in his shoulders.

Since then he understood why Uncle Thorin was the way he was.

But today he was sneaking out. He would lose his mind if he had to listen to Balin drawl on over proper etiquette and what it meant if a person bowed a few centimeters lower or what else he thought was important to do around the holidays. Which didn’t even come close to what Kili thought of as important.

“Listen, it is going swimmingly, alright?” he heard a voice say and he quickly scooted into a dark corner.

“It is getting worse, I tell you!”“Nonesense. The king is putty in my hands. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut about that blasted prophecy.”

“But- But it isn’t a sin to Mahal to keep it from them? And the Princess is getting suspicious.”

“We aren’t keeping it from them, boy. Just not giving the full one. Do you want Prince Thorin to get mad at us? Now? When it is clear that the king won’t make it for far longer?”

Kili’s mind was racing.

Prophecy? The King? His uncle? His mother?!

“And anyway,” the person kept going. “It isn’t like the princess can focus for very long on the topic before she crumbles and dissolves into tears.” There was a snigger in that voice. “The royal family is ours to steer now. Don’t lose your nerves and we won’t lose our power.”

“If you say so, Master Agar.”

The steps went past Kili and vanished.

What the- What had that been about?

His excursion had to wait. He had to talk with his mother!

——

“Amad!”

“Mahal, Kili,” his mother grabbed at her heart. “Knock, would you?”

“I–” Kili started and stopped. How was he to explain what he had just overheard? “Is there a prophecy I don’t know about?”

Her face turned pale and she sank down on a chair, “Who told you?”“So there is!”“Kili, please, who told you?”

“No one. Not directly, at least,” He kneeled down in front of her. “I overheard Master Agar and someone else. They were talking of a prophecy and … it sounded not good.”

She sighed and reached out for his hair.

“If it just had never been spoken,” she whispered. “I can’t tell you, Kili. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because it would break me fully,” she looked at the wall. “All I can tell you is that it is the reason why I get sad in winter and why you never met my love.”

“He left because of a prophecy?” Kili snorted.

“No,” she looked at him sadly. “He left because your uncle and I could not get over the prophecy.”

Well, that wasn’t helpful at all. Especially considering that they didn’t knew the full version of the prophecy.

——–

Fili picked up another branch from the ground and continued the sung, stumbling only over a few words he wasn’t sure of.

Finally, when he had reached an age his father found appropriate to travel long distances, they had left the Shire. Not far. And not to the lonely mountain, not even close.

But Fili could see the Misty Mountains from Rivendell and Bilbo was as happy as he could be here.

“That is a nice song.”

Fili dropped all his collected branches and turned around.

Another dwarf stood there, between the trees and smiled at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to drop those,” he bowed down and started to pick up the branches.Fili bend down to, grabbing the few and throwing the stranger glances when he could.

He had never met another dwarf that wasn’t his father.

Who was this? There was no way he was older than Fili. Younger, probably, maybe.

“I am Kili,” the stranger smiled at him. “At your service.”“Fili,” he replied and wondered about their matching names. “At yours and your families.”

“I didn’t know other dwarfs were staying at Rivendell.”

“Neither did I.”

They started to walk back to the houses.

“Well, I am glad to have someone in my age,” Kili said. “Especially someone with such a nice singing voice!”

He laughed and Fili found it the most beautiful sound on earth. If the elves laughed like small bells, Kili laughed like a waterfall. Loud, deep and like no power could stop him from continuing.

“Where are you from?” Fili asked.“Erebor. It is far way over the Misty Mountains.”

“I know.” Fili thought of the map from years ago. The lonely Mountain, close to a lake and a huge wood. “Why did you take the journey to here, then?”

“Ah, I need advice. And with Lord Elrond being so wise, I figured he could help with my issue of a prophecy.”“A prophecy?”

“Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”

“My father says prophecies are superstitions that don’t have much ground to stand on.”

“I think I like your father.”

———

“Well, this is all Erestor could find, Master Kili.” Elrond handed Kili a scroll.

He took the scroll, opened it without any hesitation and read the prophecy.

Well, it was more than what he had before, which was nothing.

He had gotten what he had come for. And yet, was unwilling to leave Rivendell to return home.

Fili had told him that he would stay for whole summer here with his uncle and father. Neither of which Kili had met yet. And Fili was fun to be around with. He had no idea that Kili was a prince, and Kili wanted to take full advantage of that as long as he could.

——–

Hrili stared at the young dwarf.

It was like looking at a memory of the past. A young version of Thorin, just with a more ready smile and laugh.

“Who are you?” He had to know.

“Kili,” the boy bowed to him. “At your service. You must be Fili’s father.”

“Yes,” he still stared the boy. “Are you from Erebor?” Maybe he was wrong. He had to be wrong.

“Yes.”

Shit.

“Who is your mother?”

“What?”

“Answer the question.”

The name… was it a coincidence? He doubted it with how much he looked like them.

“Dis,” came the quiet reply. “Please, don’t tell Fili,” he hurried along. “For once someone isn’t tiptoeing around me because of my birth. And what is the harm?”

What is the harm indeed.

“She remarried,” Hrili sat down on the floor.

“Not really,” Kili looked at him with concern and sat down as well. “I never met my father. She says the one she would call my father left before I was even thought of. But she never explained that.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Well,” Kili was still looking at him with deep concern. The frown was definitely that of a Durin. “I overheard something of a prophecy and no one would tell me anything, except that it is awful. So I came here to find a copy of it. And i did.”“Really?”“Yeah, do you want to hear it? The full version?”“Sure, why not.” Those blasted lines were etched into his heart so deep anyway already.

But what he heard was a lot more than the lines he knew.

“When the day of wonder becomes a day of despair,

When the heart is broken and the father banished,

When the sister is the mother to the gold haired child,

The one of gold brings the coldest of dark.

When laughter finds his song,

Broken bonds and darkest lies are brought to light.

The Mountain weeps, the Mountain trembles,

the lost will bring light to end it all.”

Hrili took the time to take it all in.

He knew only part of the lines. Other were new.

“Well, that is like being hit over the head.”

“Do you know it?” Kili asked and stared at him. “You are very pale. Should I get Lord Elrond?”

“Oh, no. Just. Some things are starting to make a lot more sense to me. That is all,” Hrili stood up again, the world swimming a bit for a few seconds.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now, let’s go find Fili and Bilbo. Because it is time for an explanation.”

——–

Kili was holding Fili’s hand while he was being hugged by their mother.

Fili was throwing him a face that screamed ‘Help!’ but Kili only grinned.

The journey to Erebor had taken a long time and Bilbo had complained the whole way there but was unwilling to not come along as well.

The Hobbit was an absolute delight, in his mind. Especially with how he was waving an accusing finger under Thorin’s nose for several minutes and Thorin was watching it like it was about to explode in his face.

Hrili was watching the scene and then took pity on his son, removing Dis from him. Which only led to her hugging him and saying sorry over and over again. Over her head Hrili looked at Dwalin and asked him to please go and arrest Master Agar for lying and for treason of the royal family. The proof would be shown soon, when he had his hands and mind free to care about it.

Kili pulled at Fili’s hand and smiled.

“Come, I want to show you my favourite spot.”

Fili followed, looking back on occasion to check if anyone was noticing them leaving.

Kili knew that it would be a problem with them being half-brothers but he could not help his heart, calling out to Fili. In the months of travelling they had gotten closer and closer. And it definitely wasn’t brotherly what he was feeling. And the way Fili was looking at him, he knew as well.

But they had all the time in the world now.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

11 notes · View notes

luna-redamancy · 2 years

Note

REQUESTS OPEN REQUESTS OPEN!!! Please I beg for a Kili x reader where reader is knocked off that tower like thing by Azog and Kili has to watch. He ends up surviving and thinking reader is dead when she actually fell on a large pile of snow that took her fall 🥹

This HURTED that is all I WILL SAY:

“Stay here, search the lower levels,” Fili instructed his brother, moving to turn to you, but instead of finding you standing next to him, you were already moving up the stairs to the upper level.

“(Y/n)!” Kili whisper-shouted, worry filling him as you continued as if you didn’t hear him.

“I’ve got this,” You murmured back, not looking over your shoulder because you know the courage you built to walk up these stairs would vanish the minute you saw Kili’s puppy eyes.

“Be careful,” Fili called, making you nod.

“I will search this level, then,” Fili nodded to Kili before the two separated.

As Kili searched the lower level, he made it toward the entrance, confusion filling his being as he did not find any orc lurking like he suspected he would.

“You have to leave here, now! Azog has another army attacking from the North, this watch-tower will be completely surrounded and you will have no way out,” Was all Kili heard before hushed arguing between Dwalin and Thorin filled his ears until–

“This is a trap.” Thorin’s voice shook Kili to his core, his body filling with dread as he looked around, not finding any easy way to get to the upper levels to warn his brother and you.

“Find Fili, Kili, and (Y/n)! Bring them back!” Thorin ordered as Dwalin turned to look at his king.

“Thorin, are you sure about this?”

“Do it,” Thorin reassured, squeezing his shoulder for good luck. “We live to fight another day.”

Hearing movement above him, Kili froze in place. If he went undetected for this long, it’s only a matter of time before his hiding place is found.

The movement soon turned into a dragging sound, your gasps of pain making Kili’s ears perk up, looking up above him in horror.

“(Y/n)!” Thorin called out, desperation in his voice as you were held in the air by Azog.

“This one dies first, then the brothers, and then you, Oakenshield,” Azog swung your body out over the edge of the tower, your hands clawing at his fist as you struggled to get out of his grasp.

“Thorin I’m so sorry,” You called out, tears pouring down your face. You knew what would occur, your heart racing in your chest as you fought with yourself to try and brace for the inevitable. You could not fight or flight. You were trapped.

“You will die last.” Azog pointed his blade towards Thorin, a wicked grin covering his features.

“No… Run!” You screamed out, begging for them to escape.

“Here ends your filthy bloodline!”

At that moment, time seemed to pause. All of your achievements, failures, happy, and sad moments rushed through your mind.

“You bring my boys back to me in one piece, won’t you, (Y/n)?” Dis’ voice echoed in your ears as you recalled her weepy eyes when she found out that not just her brother was leaving for this journey, but her sons and a young woman who she hoped would one day be her daughter-in-law.

“I will, don’t you worry about a thing!” Your cheery voice replied, pulling her in for a big hug as you fought your own fears about the journey ahead of you. “Everything will be alright!”

“I failed you, Dis….” You muttered to yourself, shame and guilt pouring into you.

“I’m so sorry,” You shut your eyes, fresh hot tears pouring down your cheeks as your chest erupted in pain, Azog’s blade piercing through your flesh like butter.

Trying to urge the group to run once more, you found you couldn’t as sobs poured from your lips instead, your body being pushed off his blade and dropped off the ledge like a doll that a child was tired of playing with.

‘Mahal…save them,’ You thought as you descended, your body smacking into the snow and your mind going blank as darkness pushed over your consciousness.

“No, please-” Kili sobbed, watching as your body descended, his heart feeling as if it was ripped from his chest as he watched his beloved- his One- descend to her death.

“Kili! We need to go!” Fili grabbed his arm, pulling him from the watch tower to race toward Thorin.

“(Y/n)!” He shouted at his brother, “I need to go back!--”

“She would want you alive to give her a proper burial, let’s go!” Fili grabbed the back of Kili’s tunic to help pull him as Kili fought to remain by your side, to get to spend your final moments together- where he could tell you all the things he wished he told you on the Journey.

It was cold when you awoke. Vision blurry as you tried to look around you, starting to push your body up to sit, only for a whimper to escape your lips. You were still bleeding.

“H…Help!” You called out, not knowing what else to do in this state. Either help would come, or Azog would return to finish the job. Regardless, you accepted whatever option would come to you.

“Over here!” You heard voices shout as you tried to sit up again.

“I’m here!” You called, gasping in pain as you slammed back against the snow bank.

“(Y/N)?!” Balin gasped, racing toward you. “Tell the lads she’s alive!” Balin shouted to Ori as Oin began to assess your injuries, Ori scurrying off to give them the good news.

“How are you alive?!” Oin questioned as he helped get you into a sitting upright position so he could wrap your injuries.

“I have no idea,” You answered honestly, trying to focus on your breathing as he tightened the wrap.

“This will be enough until we can get you down to the medical tent-”

“Ori, if you are lying to me I’m going to skin you alive.” Kili’s uncharacteristically serious voice caught your attention, tears springing to your eyes.

“Kili?” Your voice was laced with disbelief as you saw him come around a large rock, a sob leaving you the instant he came into your view.

“You’re alive,” You whimpered, mouth cupping your mouth as you sobbed.

“Thank Mahal,” Kili whispered, his own eyes becoming glassy as he gave his thanks to Ori before rushing to your side.

Oin stepped to the side just in time as Kili gathered you in his arms, face burying in your neck as you did the same, clinging onto each other as if death would attempt to take you a second time.

“You’re alive,” Kili echoed your earlier words, sobbing into your neck as he held your frame flush against his.

“You’re alive.” He repeated, form trembling as he held in his sobs to give you a once-over.

“I’m alive,” You grinned despite your tears as he cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a passionate kiss.

Tags:

Tags in Bold mean that Tumblr will not let me tag you, please check your blog visibility setting! If you don’t have your blog visible, Tumblr doesn’t allow people to tag you.

Forever Tag @lady-of-lies @all-things-fandomstuck @fizzyxcustard @izzydaelleth @aquaangel18 @raindancer2004 @love-colorfulglittercollection @ladylouoflothlorien @ten-tenya-iida @legolaslovely @bthtallmadge2 @abesottedlass @wilhelmyna @tigereyesf @aspookybunny @keijibum @moony-artnstuff @sirkekselord @guardianofrivendell @fluffymadamina @izbelross @fandomhoe101 @acahope311 @kitkatd7 @mooseetx @themerriweathermage @elvish-sky @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @laurfilijames @frequentlychangingfandoms @cameronsails @linasofia @starryeyedrogue @shethereadinghobbit @beenovel @onlystarshere @fckmini @spidergirla5 @i-did-not-mean-to @lathalea @myselfandfantasy @strange-old-worlds @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @broken-ghost

Kili Tag

@greennightspider @ashleygrrrl @skylarkvip @narnvaeron @queenofmankind @sadndnboii-reads @gothamchic16 @kinnietingzs

#kili x reader #kili x you #reader-insert #angst #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit x reader #fanfic #hobbit #fanfiction

338 notes · View notes

anaveragebibliophile · 2 years

Text

You Are Welcome

Thranduil x OC x Baby!Legolas

Summary: In celebration of the Enderi season, Queen Älva and King Thranduil host a feast for all of their friends, hobbits and dwarves alike. Come along and figure out how their paths collided, what preconceived notions are still lingering, and why they continue to love one another so unconditionally.

“Darling, I am so delighted that we get to host the dwarves in celebration of the Enderi season,” Älva, the Queen of Mirkwood, said. “I have a strong inkling that they are going to revel in its incomparable history and exquisite food. What’s more, they will get to see how Legolas has grown. Oh, what a wonderful day this will be.”

King Thranduil, sitting atop their bed with their son sleeping in his arms, smiled in response to his wife’s unfiltered, unabashed joy. “I, too, am delighted, sweetheart. The dwarves and I have truly become the best of friends. I regret those years where we were nothing but cool towards one another. Without a doubt, I have enjoyed their company tremendously.”

It was no secret that the king and the dwarves–King Thorin Oakenshield in particular–didn’t get along for centuries. While the King of Mirkwood believed his adversaries to be nothing but corrupt and blind with a golden greed, the Dwarves of Erebor believed King Thranduil to be wicked, vile, haughty, and severely entitled to assets and properties that weren’t his to begin with. Exhibit A, The Lonely Mountain. With those stereotypes perpetuated over the years, they could do nothing more but fight, argue, and continue to allow the distrust to fester. That is, until she came into the picture.

Älva, a simple she-elf of Rivendell, ended up connecting with the dwarves first. On a mission to reclaim their long-lost kingdom, she decided to accompany them after they witnessed her archery skills against Bolg in Lake Town. Practically begging her to tag along on their journey, she found it very difficult to say no. In all honesty, how could she say no to those sweet faces?

She hadn’t met Thran until they ended up cornered in the Mirkwood Forest a few weeks later. Unfortunately, they had gotten lost but still believed that they could withstand an army of thousands of trained, angry, and lethal elven soldiers. Let’s just say that that was Kili’s idea, not anyone else’s. Maybe Thorin’s too, if we’re going to be honest here. Yet, that ended pretty quickly when they realized how unmatched they were in the grand scheme of things.

As luck would have it, Älva managed to convince the king to let them go free. She was quite persuasive, he would say years down the line. Not only that, but she was just gorgeous–long, curly, honey blonde hair with big, round, teal eyes. And a dimpled smile that just took his breath away. He couldn’t bare to see that woman shed a single tear or pout in dissatisfaction. At that point, he knew he was a goner.

A few years later, they married with a lavish ceremony in Mirkwood. It took a long time for Älva to convince her husband-to-be to invite some of her longtime comrades. Even after the Battle of the Five Armies had ceased, tensions remained high. King Thranduil wasn’t quite ready to forgive nor forget what happened at the mountain just yet. However, Älva usually got what she wanted, and this time remained no different. One kiss and he was saying yes to everything under the sun. Consequently, they were invited. But it all seemed to work out.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Your Majesties, King Thorin is here with Master Baggins and his comrades. They await your presence in the throne room,” Tauriel said, smiling widely upon receiving entry into the chambers of her king and queen.

Cradling her son in her arms and snuggling him into her chest, the queen responded. “Thank you very much, Tauriel. We will be down shortly.”

Bowing in turn, the Captain of the Guard exited.

“Do we have everything, my love?” Thran asked, his upper lip curving at his two most favorite people in all of Middle Earth.

“I believe so. If you could just grab this little leaf’s blanket, then we should be ready for the celebration to commence.”

Quickly grabbing his son’s blanket from the ivory rocking chair near the window, he placed a hand on his wife’s back and guided her towards the throne room where their guests awaited.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As Thran and Älva walked into the regal, authoritative space that perpetually demanded most of their attention as governors of this fine kingdom, they were splendidly surprised to find that it no longer felt that way. Probably because several grinning baffoons were joking amongst themselves, laughing, and hugging each other in spite of all the soldiers keeping prudent, acute eyes on them all. In their minds, a possible shot to the leg would do nothing to inhibit this reunion.

It was Bilbo who noticed them approaching first.

“Everyone,” he started, “calm down. They’re here. Oh, and they’ve brought the elfling, so you must stop the nonsense.”

“Hello to you as well, Bilbo,” Älva said. “I can assure you that this little guy won’t make a fuss. He sleeps through quite a bit. When he’s ready to wake up, he will.”

At that, Legolas, wrapped up against his mother’s chest, peeked one eye open only to close it again. Obviously, he was still tired and determined to get some much needed rest. Not even this boisterous group was going to stop him.

While their little leaf was resting, Thorin and Thran shook hands, Älva stepping in after to give him a quick hug. While she was wrapped around his chest, Erebor’s king was able to take a long look at the little elf that had everyone wrapped around his finger, including him.

“Älva, Thranduil, he’s gotten so much bigger,” Thorin interjected, slowly moving his thumb across Legolas’ head, making him smile softly in his sleep. “What a handsome young prince. He definitely takes after his father.”

“Thank you, Thorin. What a kind thing to say.”

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dinner was quite a lively experience. On the menu was a delicious turtle soup, paired with superb elven bread and feywine. And it definitely didn’t disappoint. Even Bilbo, who preferred mini quiches and hobbit hash, was raving about the dish and all of the sides.

“This is exceptional. May I please have the recipe?” he asked through a spoonful of soup.

Thranduil smiled. “Of course, Master Baggins. I will let the kitchen know to send you home with a card that has all the soup’s ingredients written on it.”

Quickly, though, the hobbit’s response was interrupted with a giggle from the king and queen’s son.

“It appears someone’s awake,” the king said, grinning and moving out of his chair to go kneel next to his wife’s.

Legolas, bundled against his mother in a wrap and his blanket, was playing with her long braid and was continuously amused by her attempts to swing it back and forth like a pendulum. It was so hysterical to him, this vacillation of sorts.

“We just have been playing, haven’t we little one?” his wife queried, subsequently kissing her son’s forehead.

Suddenly, her forehead pinched in thought.

“Would you like to have some time with him, Thran? I’m sorry, I should have asked earlier.”

Frowning, he responded. “Don’t apologize. Never apologize. You may have as much time as you wish. He’s our child, not just mine.”

“Ada! Ada! A-A-Ada!” Legolas shouted, his little body trying to wiggle around to see one of his favorite people.

“It’s okay, buddy. I’ll get you to Ada.”

Pulling him out of his wrap and passing him over to her husband, Älva watched as Legolas snuggled his head into Thran’s neck, getting himself comfortable for the foreseeable future. She also noticed, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, how attentive that man was to their child. He rubbed his back, adjusted his positioning to make him feel safe and loved, and repeatedly kissed his teeny-tiny cheeks, making the elfling giggle and try his hardest to emulate him.

But she wasn’t the only one that noticed this display.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He was the one to bring it up while they sat side-by-side on the conference room’s balcony. It was just the two of them. Thranduil had gone to put Legolas to bed. He loved bathing him and singing him to sleep. He hadn’t missed out on that special part of the day yet–even when political matters came calling–and didn’t plan on ever starting.

“He’s such a fantastic father, Äl. There’s no doubt.” Thorin said. “He’s gentle, kind, and supportive. Intelligent, helpful, and compassionate. I really misjudged him. I’m sorry for giving you such a hard time back then. I didn’t believe that you were making the right decision, but I see it now. I do. I see the real him that you’ve always spoken so highly of. All of the genuinely wonderful qualities that make him a good husband and a good father. He wouldn’t be someone Legolas adores if he didn’t adore you first.”

All Älva could do was squeeze his hand in gratitude.

“Thank you, Thorin. You have no idea what that means to me and will mean to him.”

“Ahem–”

The queen quickly turned her head, surprised to find her son and husband standing in the doorway to the conference room, both of their gazes never leaving hers. Legolas’ back was against his father’s chest, his legs dangling from the perch that was Thran’s forearm. Intermittently, his Ada would kiss the top of his head, causing his arms to shoot out, making him look like a little starfish. He looked tired and even had the big, bad yawns to prove it.

“What are you two still doing up?” Älva said, preparing to stand.

“We were wondering if you would be willing to join us for a bedtime read before this little leaf heads to bed. The singing isn’t doing much tonight. I think I need some help,” her husband timidly admitted.

Nodding with enthusiasm, she placed her hand on Thorin’s wrist in an effort to gain his attention.

“We will talk tomorrow, yes? Duty calls as I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course, Your Majesty. Until tomorrow then.”

As Thorin settled back into his seat, he couldn’t help but listen to the soft coos that came from Thran and Äl as they quietly asked their son what he would like to read before he headed off into dreamland once again.

150 notes · View notes

quality-street-rat · 1 year

Text

Y/n but he's trans

Bilbo: Hey y/n?

Y/n: What's up little dude?

Bilbo: ...Ignoring that. Anyway, why do you never take your undershirt off??

Y/n, freezing in place before continuing: Uh...I do take it off. I just...wear all my layers when I do.

Kili, interested: Is that why you wear so much at night?

Y/n, wanting the conversation to be over: Yes. Anything else?

Fili, coming over: Yeah, actually. How come you never bathe and somehow smell so good?

Y/n, offended: I wash up in streams and rivers just as much as you do!

Kili: Yeah but we never see you.

Fili: Or Bilbo.

Kili: Hang on...

Bilbo: Whatever you're thinking, stop this instant. Y/n and I simply find a good-sized rock and take turns hiding behind it to bathe while the other turns their back and keeps watch.

*Everyone listening in*

Fili, genuinely confused: Why hide about it?

Y/n, sighing: Hobbits have different standards on nudity and I just...don't look like you.

Bilbo: I thought it was because you were just shy?

Thorin, interrupting: What do you mean, you don't look like us? We already know you're taller.

Y/n, grimacing: Yeah, well, that's not...goddammit I can't believe I have to do this.

Thorin, suspicious: Do what?

Y/n, raising his voice just a bit so everyone can hear: You know when the doctor, or well, midwife in your case looks at the baby and says "you have a son!" Or "you have a daughter!"?

Bilbo: ...Yes. How is this relevant?

Y/n: Well, the midwife looked at me and told my mother "congratulations! You have a daughter!" So my mother gave me a female name and dressed me like a girl and raised me like a girl and told me "you're a girl because girls look like this."

Kili, confused: So you're actually female?

Y/n, tearing up: No!

Fili, whacking Kili: Don't be stupid, Kee.

Y/n, voice cracking: I'm NOT a woman. I realized a long time ago that I felt like a man, that I WAS a man, regardless of what I look like. I got rid of my...what do you guys call it?? Womb, right, I got rid of it. I started taking hormones to make me sound different, to look different. And this, *gesturing to his chest* I was actually a few months away from getting rid of these before I landed here in your world. I'm NOT female and if you call me one I'll punch your lights out.

Thorin: Don't be ridiculous. Dwarves do not care about such things. A dwarf is a dwarf before they are anything else, gender is not important to us. Dwarrow or dwarrowdam, you are what you say you are, and if any dwarf contests that they are punished.

Y/n, blinking back tears: Whoa. Thank you. You're actually...a lot more accepting than half my family.

Dwalin: Your own family insists on calling you a female?

Y/n: Yeah, but what can you do? It's illegal in many places to even...be like me.

Dwalin: Then they are poor family indeed.

Oin, piping up: Don't worry, lad. I myself am neither a dwarrow nor a dam, yer not alone here.

Bilbo: Hobbits are more strict about such things. We often say that a son has died and there is a daughter in his place, and nobody so much as mentions it. It's simply not spoken of.

Y/n, openly crying now: Thanks guys.

#zip it matt #shitpost #incorrect the hobbit #the hobbit #kili durin #fili durin #thorin oakenshield #dwalin son of fundin #oin the dwarf #male y/n #male reader #male self insert #trans y/n #bilbo baggins

102 notes · View notes

rainbow-sheeps · 1 year

Note

hi ^^ im in need of some advice

so, my relationship w/ God is non existent. i dont talk to Him, acknowledge or think of until its night (then i get nervous about death for me and my family and then i pray) and i dont want to do this anymore. i used to be close to Him but then i just stopped being (i stopped bible reading as i didnt know how to read the bible in a way that was helping and not hurting my mental health) and i just dont know how to have a relationship w/ God honestly. what does a relationship w/ someone who is invisible even look like? im really confused and i just want to be close to Him again but i dont even know where to start :( any help is appreciated <3

Hi, Admin Kili here with some words of encouragement from their older sister, Elf, who is a queer affirming seminary student.

"Faith is a lot more than just trusting feelings that there is someone there. I know for sure, even being in Seminary there are days where I feel far from God. It is hard. Faith is the assurance that we have that we will be raised again on the last day when Jesus comes again, and in the meantime it can feel lonely and hard to understand or feel like we can see him. The good news is, when Jesus returned to the Father he left us the Holy Spirit as a sign that we have been brought into God's family- the family from which all others get their names. Doubt is normal. Thomas, one of Jesus's disciples doubted that Jesus had been resurrected. John, Jesus's earthly cousin, even sent his disciples to ask Jesus if he was the Messiah or if they should wait for someone else. My professors remind us that theology is faith seeking understanding. It is hard to put our faith in someone we can't see" It's hard to trust what you can't see, even professors of theology say that themselves. You're valid in your doubt and your worries. What's more, you're still loved even on days where you feel your faith in God is waning, or even non-existent. You're a much loved child of the king.

Elf had one more thing to say before she left the call where I asked her for help on how to answer.

"Studying the word doesn't always come easy to me, but it's been made easier by being taught how to read the Bible like it was written, as God's overarching story of creation-fall-redemption-restoration. It also helps to be surrounded by a faith community, if you can find one. If not, then you still have the Triune God with you. Before the creation of the world God existed eternally in a loving relationship of the Father loving the Son, the Son loving the Father, and the Spirit binding them together. When we become Christians we are brought into that relationship. You are not alone in this. Doubting is not a great unforgivable sin. It is normal when we are faced with the cosmic. One of my good friends here at my seminary said to me that God loves to answer prayers where we show dependence on him- and asking God to show himself to us is a prayer he loves to answer."

Her closing words are thus.

"My faith grows stronger through times of testing. We live in a self sufficient society so it can be hard to set aside my desire to pull myself up from my doubts and be the perfect Christian. But I've come to see that my relationship with God is not about me, but about him. He reached down from eternity to pull me out of this corrupted world and bring me into his kingdom. No amount of feelings can replace what faith really is- choosing which narrative to live in without hedging your bets (this is a quote from a commentary I read). Even C.S Lewis said there were days when he felt doubt. When I have those days I remember that I am placing my bets on the God I have seen in the Bible, who has spent the whole of history to this point trying to redeem his creation back to him."

We love you, and we're praying for you. If you aren't already on Sheep, we would love to have you. Have a wonderful day, and we love you.

#Queer Christianity #Queer Christian #Queer theology #Lgbt Christian #Lgbt faith #Queer faith #Lily-bugged #Kili tag #kili answers some asks

26 notes · View notes

lordoftherazzles · 2 years

Text

PLOT BUNNY #8 ↳ HELLO MY OLD HEART

Summary: With the quest complete and Bilbo having returned home (much to his dismay), he has only a few infrequent letters to keep him connected to those in Erebor. His ties to Thorin are fading, but as if on cue, that very same company arrives at his doorstep - three dwarves short. Meanwhile, Thorin and his nephews are slower in making it to Bag End, halted by Thorin’s insecurities when it comes to his newfound quest. A quest of the heart, and words that should have been said a long time ago.

If you want to see this fic in the future, be sure to like, reblog, and/or comment! Feedback is welcome, and I can’t wait to see what fic wins the raz2k! Check out the MASTERPOST to see the other plot bunnies!

Dear Bilbo,

You’ll be pleased to know that Thorin, Fili, and Kili are expected to make a full recovery. It’s been a battle to keep Thorin in his cot enough already, but Oin insists everything will be fine within a few months at least, should the three of them follow his orders and not tear open any of their wounds.

They’ve all asked about you, waiting for your latest update on the ongoings of the Shire. I think they look forward to that in all honesty. Fili was even asking if you’d gotten all of your mother’s spoons back from your cousin upon your return. I know a few dwarves that may be able to spook your Lobelia into handing over the rest if you’re still butting heads with her.

However, it would be undiplomatic of me to promote violence, or even a mild spooking. That being said, the offer still stands.

Your lack of presence is felt amongst the rest of the company as well. Take heart in knowing that you are missed dearly, and we hope to hear from you very soon. I know many will be setting off and going their own way to help bring those from Ered Luin back to the mountain, so perhaps you may have a few guests now and again?

Best regards,

Balin, Son of Fundin.

=========

Master Baggins,

I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for not only me but my people. Without you, I don’t think we would have made it through this quest. I owe you a life’s debt and so much more that I’m not quite sure when or how I’ll be able to repay, but I will see it done.

If you are ever seeking adventure out to the far east, know that Erebor will be more than happy to welcome you at any time.

Things are coming along here. My sister arrived and after only a brief verbal lashing about letting her boys get beaten around, I think she’s finally forgiven me for taking them along in the first place. It’s good to see her again, but the mountain still feels like it’s missing something.

I apologize that these letters are less frequent, just as they are less lengthy. The life of a king is a busy one, but I will try to do better.

I hope you’re doing well.

Best regards,

Thorin, Son of Thrain, Son of Thror, King Under the Mountain.

==========

The first and last letters that Bilbo had received from the dwarves of Erebor currently sat nestled in his lap, the rest littered on his bed in a chronological pile. It was just something Bilbo did once in a while. He’d be rereading over the words and trying to hear the voices of his company many miles away. He missed them dearly, but when word had reached him about Bag End rumored to be sold due to his mysterious disappearance, he had to hightail it back to the Shire. The house that Bungo had built for Belladonna was far too important to land in the hands of someone else.

That didn’t mean he didn’t feel regret for his sudden departure from the mountain. Once he had been sure that Thorin and his nephews were alive, Gandalf whisked him away to make a quick trek home to save the family smial. Though Bilbo sometimes wished he had stayed–how he desperately missed those dwarves with every fiber of his being. He missed their crude sense of humor and their barbaric boots. He missed the way they dreaded green food and praised meat and ale. The stories, the comfort, and now…he missed their letters.

Sighing to himself and clutching Thorin’s last letter close to his chest, Bilbo closed his eyes and tried to swallow the emotion that was crawling up his throat and making it feel as if the pressure in the room were changing. It felt like the family he had found along the way was breaking apart. Sure, there had been words exchanged that one might visit the other, but in reality, they were just words. Bilbo didn’t expect anyone to come marching all this way to the Shire to see him, even if some were cutting through to head to the Blue Mountains. It would be a detour that was out of the way and far too time-consuming. And he certainly wouldn’t see Thorin again–A king couldn’t abandon his kingdom for the sake of social pleasantries.

It made his heart sink as his fingers clutched at the parchment even tighter.

A few knocks against the door of his smial sounded off, promptly shoving away every wishy-washy emotion he had and earning the hobbit’s attention rather quickly. With his head up and ears perked high towards the sky, Bilbo gazed out his window for a moment, noticing that the setting sun had disappeared leaving behind the lovely shades of pink and orange. Who would be wandering to his doorstep at this hour?

The thought made his heart race, his mind being taken back to that night where his whole smial was practically confiscated by a company of dwarves, a wizard, and a life-changing event.

“It can’t be.”

His poor heart was full of too much hope that at any given moment it may burst, but Bilbo was leaping off of his bed anyway.

Racing down the hall and pulling at the straps of his braces to ensure his shirt was nice and tight, Bilbo flung the door open to reveal Hamfast and Bell Gamgee, both harboring bright smiles, and Bell even had a pie in her hands.

“Good evening, Mister Bilbo!”

While Bilbo’s mood visibly wilted, he couldn’t say he was upset with those at his door. The Gamgee family was probably his favorite in all of Hobbiton. “Good evening, what brings you here this evening?”

“Bell was baking up a storm earlier and thought you might enjoy one of her blackberry pies. We’ve, um…noticed you’ve been a bit down lately.”

Bilbo’s eyes dropped, his heel scuffing against the ground like a child who was caught doing something he shouldn’t, but he had to appreciate his observant friends if anything. “That’s very…very sweet of you–”

“And imagine our surprise when along the way, we ran into a few friends of yours!” Bell interrupted with her bright and sunny voice. “I do believe these dwarves belong to you, do they not?”

Bilbo looked up and towards the side where Bell had nodded her head to reveal the very dwarves he had been about ready to sob over. His heart constricted, looking at the various grins that were coming his way even if most were shadowed by facial hair.

“Don’t suppose you’d be willing to share a bit of that pie of yours, Bilbo?” Bofur grinned with a wave, earning a few chuckles from the company around him, as well as from the Gamgees.

“Of…of course! Please, everyone, come in! Bell, Hamfast, would you like to join us?”

“Perhaps another time, Bilbo. You should get a chance to catch up with your dwarves,” Hamfast insisted as Bell was passing over the pie and dwarves were piling their way into Bag End with the same eagerness as before. “They seem like a nice bunch, so perhaps we’ll get to meet them properly for ourselves one day!”

“Thank you…” Bilbo breathed out as his eyes watched the tail end of the ragtag group he loved like family entered his smial, but something about that caused him to frown. He only counted ten. “Did…did you happen to see any others on your way down? Perhaps two younger dwarves causing trouble? They’re brothers. And maybe their uncle? Probably lost?” Bilbo asked cautiously, his voice lowering to a hopeful whisper as Bell and Hamfast exchanged a look.

A look that Bilbo knew that he already had his answer.

“I’m afraid not, but should we see any trouble-causing dwarves that look terribly lost on our way home, we can direct them this way!” Bell tried to sound optimistic, but it didn’t quite reach Bilbo’s mood, and they could see that.

“Have a good evening, Mister Bilbo. Your dwarves seem very excited to catch up with you after all this time away from them.”

And with that, Bilbo’s doorstep was empty, and even if his smial was full, there was still something missing to fill that aching void in his heart. Three dwarves, and one that had a particularly strong grip on that heart of his, and they were many miles away.

==========

The trek from Erebor to the Farthings had been long. Just as it had been tedious, but not nearly as dangerous as the other way around. No warg scouts to chase them, no goblins to battle against, and thankfully no trolls were attempting to cook them. That didn’t ease Thorin’s restless heart as they were nearing the borders of the Shire.

It felt like so long ago that he had wandered along these paths–getting turned around a time or two in the process–and now being on them again for this purpose? It made the dwarven king feel antsy on his feet and his hands wrung together while his eyes remained locked on the several hills of smials ahead.

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see us!” Kili cheered, a small wheeze to his voice as he moved to clap his uncle on the shoulder in encouragement. “And I’m sure the others who’ve gone ahead will have given him a run for his money yet again. I do hope they saved some food for us…”

“At least this time we were invited,” Fili interjected with a wide grin as he limped his way towards Thorin’s side. Recovering had been a difficult time since the battle at the mountain, and no Durin was the same or felt completely whole after their extensive wounds. Yet somehow, they overcame the odds of survival. “He did say that tea was at four though, I think we’re a wee bit late for that.”

Considering it was dusk? Probably.

“Things are decidedly different this time…” Thorin mulled, feeling another squeeze against his shoulder from his youngest nephew. “I just hope I’m not too late.”

“For the tea?”

The collective sigh between Thorin and Fili was practically expected at this point.

“No, not the tea. I can live without that.” But there were other things in the world that Thorin was certain that he couldn’t live without. That’s what led him to the Farthings on a quest yet again, but with a different outcome than the last.

“It’s Bilbo he’s lamenting about, Kee.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle. Things with Mister Boggins will go just fine, all you have to do is be upfront about your feelings, unlike what you’ve been doing since you started getting those fun tinglies in your heart,” he spoke softly and confidently all at once, “and think of it this way, if you muck it up, you can always move into the smial next door now that you’re retired!” Kili teased, giving one of Thorin’s braids a small tug.

Thorin’s scowl shifted to look at Fili, practically pleading in agitation for his oldest nephew to spare him from his youngest.

“I don’t know how Tauriel deals with you,” Fili sighed, moving to pull Kili away and give their uncle some space. “But he is right. Be upfront, be yourself…and the rest will follow, you do have the rest of your life to make that happen, but try not to take that long.”

“How can you be so sure?” Thorin asked quietly, nerves bubbling around in his entire body to the point where he was sure he might pass out at any given moment.

“Because it was always plainly obvious that Bilbo felt the same way. You’re both just…really bad at communication. Just talk with him, tell him your intentions, and it’ll be just like a fairytale,” Fili grinned brightly, Kili following suit.

“A happily ever after,” Fili and Kili both spoke in unison, both under the same impression that this would be an easy trip, and one with a desirable ending.

#raz2k #bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #the company of thorin oakenshield #hobbit fic #hobbit fanfic #bagginshield fic #razzywrites #fic: sneak peek #reshirement!au #kind of #post-botfa-fix-it #LAST PLOT BUNNY!!! THEN WE WATCH THE NOTES!!#now if you'll excuse me my brain is tired lol #razpb

103 notes · View notes