#i have pondered a run without elves dwarves and hobbits as well

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Day 4 Hobbit Plot Bunnies

Title: Just to See You Happy

Summary:  Time Travel AU. Frodo has carried the Ring and deserves as much rest as any mortal can bear. He refuses to see his mission as complete until Bilbo finds his happiness. And if that happiness is found in a group of dwarves from long ago, Frodo will fight the Valar above to see it done. Along the way though, he may learn it’s not the ‘dwarves’ but perhaps one dwarf in particular.

POV: Frodo

Bilbo Baggins was many things in the eyes of his nephew both before and after the incident with the ring. He was courageous. He was kind. He was encouraging. He was everything Frodo needed him to be when suffering the tragedy of losing his parents. He could so clearly recall the memory of running out as a tween without a waistcoat in his eagerness to get to the market to get the first pick of raspberries for Bilbo’s tarts. 

Of course, he had managed to run into Lobelia Sackville-Baggins who gave him such a scolding on the shame he brought his family name to be underdressed, running wild, with uncombed feet hair to top. Frodo could barely stomach the lashing, and ran back to Bag End, tears in his eyes, ready to never leave the hole again. Well, that certainly wouldn’t do for ‘Mad’ Baggins as he promptly stepped out in his bathrobe of all things! Returned Lobelia’s barb words tenfold making sure she knew just who the shame upon the family name of Baggins was, and then sent Frodo out into the woods where the ‘best wild berries’ lay hid. 

It really was no wonder Frodo offered to walk upon the slopes of Mount Doom itself just to protect his uncle. He would do anything for his uncle’s piece of mind. And while the Big Folk may sit around and argue as to whether or not Bilbo could be faulted for picking up what he deemed a harmless trinket that turned out to be the singularly most evil item in all of Middle Earth, Frodo decided he could carry those invisible sins. All for Bilbo’s happiness.

Happiness. A curious word in retrospect. If one had asked Frodo prior to the whole mess with the ring if his uncle was happy, he would have said yes easily. After all, he had shared laughs and smiles with Bilbo. He had been subjected to tender hugs and kisses as a faunt. He knew the stories that could tickle him pink. What else could happiness entail?

However, in the weeks leading up to their departure to the Undying Lands, Frodo looked introspectively, and realized Bilbo had been happy in the Shire in the same way Frodo was happy now. A mask of contentedness that hid the drowsy emptiness inside. A phantom pain that couldn’t be explained, and that couldn’t be chased away. A sad thing that clings to the back of the mind once they were alone. Perhaps it was the way one felt after having witnessed true tragedy, and there was no cure. Or perhaps it was the lingering effects of the ring that refused to give up even after its destruction. Either way, Frodo hoped with his entire being that the Undying Lands were the answer. That sailing west with the elves would heal this hurt upon his and Bilbo’s minds to show them true happiness once more.

Frodo watched his uncle’s face light up in pure delight when he deemed himself ready for ‘one last adventure’. It was so nice to see Bilbo coherent once more. That was the one thing he feared the most as he grew older, the loss of his wits. Seeing that he found them once more gave Frodo hope as he climbed into the boat with him. That hope was dashed within the first hour of their voyage.

“As soon as we land in Valinor, we must stop at the Gardens of Yavanna and maybe the Lands of Lorien before we head to the Halls of Aule.” Bilbo began to murmur excitedly.

“The Halls of Aule?” Frodo questioned with a laugh. “What business do you have in the Valar’s Smithy?”

“The Valar’s Smithy indeed.” Bilbo huffed. “I’ll have you know that is where my dwarves are, and I intend to see them.”

“Bilbo, my dear fellow, you and Frodo are the first mortals to get to visit Valinor.” Gandalf pointed out delicately.

“Meaning what exactly?” Bilbo asked with a raised brow.

“Meaning you won’t exactly have free reign to wander into anyone’s afterlife. You will be treated as a mortal in an immortal’s land.” Elrond answered gently.

The joy that had been shining in his eyes swiftly left making the already old hobbit seem nearly decrepit. After that, it was hard to get Bilbo to engage with them again. He just sat there looking out across the ocean with that pained look Frodo knew only too well. However, now he was wondering if the reason behind that look had nothing to do with the Ring. What if it had to do with something that happened during Bilbo’s adventure?

Frodo went to sleep that night wishing for more than anything to just be able to erase that look from Bilbo’s eyes forever. After closing his eyes, Frodo actually began to dream for the first time in a long time. He was standing amongst the stars where several tall figures began to appear.

The first was a blind man with hair fairer than Lady Galadriel. He looked over at Frodo and winked before turning to the rest of the gathering. With a jolt, Frodo realized what he was witnessing. He was in a meeting of the Valar, and that man was Lorien, Master of Dreams and Desires. As he spun around, more names became associated with the faces above him.

Lady Yavanna, earthy and proud, next to her husband in the dwarven armor and long red beard, Aule the Smith. Manwe’s electric blue eyes practically radiated the power as King stood next to his wife and queen, Varda, shining stronger than the stars around them. Mandos, Nienna, Este, Tulkas, every lord and lady Frodo had ever grown up learning about was present, and not a single one of them was aware of his meager presence. Well, until Lady Yavanna had the gull to wink at him.

“Why have you summoned us, Lorien?” The impressive voice of Manwe bellowed.

“To answer the call of your Chosen.” The blind Vala answered.

“Yavanna and Aule’s children?” The shadowed persona of Mandos questioned. “Have we not already granted them asylum?”

Yavanna shared a look with her husband, giving his hand a squeeze of support.

“After the service they have done us, is it too much to give them an audience?” Aule gruffed.

“Oh yes! Please, let us hear Frodo Baggins out.” Nienna pleaded her Mercy with tears streaming down her face.

Frodo suddenly found himself the intense victim of the immortals’ weighted gaze. The fact that his legs hadn’t given out on him yet was a strong reminder that this was only a dream.

“Well, let’s have it.” Este’s sweet voice, as the Lady of Healing would have, carried down to Frodo making him feel almost giddy. “What would you desire of us, Young One?”

Frodo gulped struggling for a moment to find an answer for the Vala.

“You see, it’s my uncle, Bilbo Baggins. I just want him to be happy. He doesn’t deserve to be so burdened. The choice to Bear the Ring was mine and mine alone, but Uncle...he just thought he was helping thirteen dwarves get home.”

Eyes shifted to Vaire, the Weaver, as she pondered Frodo’s request.

“It’s true there were many paths laid out before Bilbo Baggins, but...it was the fall of the Line of Durin that sealed his pain. I cannot free him without going back nearly eighty years in the mortal’s lifetime.”

Yavanna gripped Aule’s hand in support as his face twisted into a pained grimace.

“The three deaths in question were young and unnecessary, but unavoidable when considering the proximity of the One Ring that Bilbo Baggins carried at the time.” Aule pointed out.

“And we cannot surrender that front.” Manwe interjected. “This mortal’s pain is unavoidable.”

“Not necessarily.” Lorien gave a tight grin. “I have called us all here because I have heard the calls from both Frodo and Bilbo Baggins, and I believe there is a way to fulfill their desires. Vaire, could there be a path to peace created from the presence of Frodo Baggins after what the mortals referred to as the Fell Winter?”

Gasps were heard around the room.

“That far back?”

“Can it be done?”

Vaire seemed to give this a considerable amount of thought, and as she thought her fingers glided through the starry landscape as if she were sewing a pattern in the vastness of the sky. Her eyes widened at whatever it was she saw, and she turned towards the rest intrigued.

“There is a pattern I see. It’s very risky, but it can be done.”

“You’re asking us to risk the fate of the world on the happiness of a single mortal?” Manwe scoffed. “Why would we ever consider such a thing?”

“Because if anyone deserves happiness, it’s the ones we burdened with our shame and inaction.” Nienna cried out. “We must give Frodo Baggins a chance.”

Varda took that moment to address Frodo causing silence amongst the rest of the Valar.

“Frodo Baggins, do you understand what is being asked of you?”

“Forgive me, My Lady, but I’m afraid I do not.” He admitted.

She nodded gently but her voice still rang firm. “If we grant this wish for you. To see your uncle’s happiness, you will have to carry the One Ring once more. Could you bear such a burden again?”

Frodo hesitated and the pain in his shoulder from the Nazgul’s blade throbbed as if in denial of the deed that lay before him. He was broken from the quest the first time. Would there be anything left if he had to carry such evil once more? He came to the Undying Lands in search of peace. Peace for himself and for Bilbo. This entire conversation seemed to counter that point. His anxiety must have shown on his face, because Este’s calm broke through his dark thoughts. 

“I cannot see the future, Frodo Baggins. But I can feel out this timeline, and if you succeed, you and Bilbo will finally be free of the pain you carry.”

Frodo heaved a heavy sigh. There was really no question then, was there?

“I don’t know if I am truly the right person for such a monumental task as this. But for Bilbo...for myself, I would be willing to try.”

Tulkas laughed hard enough to shake the foundation upon which they stood.

“What did you do to these ones to make them so courageous, Aule?” He questioned.

Frodo stared at the smith in confusion as he just smiled fondly.

“I let my wife have some input in the design. She wanted them born with a healthy dose of hope.”

“Then let us carry that hope forward. Manwe, with your permission, I wish to send Frodo back in the timeline where he can make a real difference. He will remember much of his previous life, and he will know of the task that lies before him.”

Manwe sighed a gust that threatened to blow Frodo over. “So mote it be.”

“So mote it be.” Everyone else repeated.

Frodo looked expectantly up at Lorien who was gazing down at him softly. “Go Little One. May you fulfill all your wishes, and if you need guidance, may you always know where to find me.”

Slowly, the world faded around him until he was once again enclosed in darkness. Waking up instantly, Frodo found himself in a world much unlike the one he just left. And the first thing he noticed was how it was unbearably cold.

#7 days of plot bunnies #bagginshield #thilbo #frodo centric #birthdayplotbunnies #starterdrabble #that one time Frodo traveled through time #to be his uncle's wingman

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for the nsfw prompt: sex in rivendell

The moment they step foot into Rivendell, Bilbo marveled at the beauty of the elven city. It is so… different from the Shire and the towns of the Men that they had passed through. Far better than the wilderness that the dwarves had led him into thus far, especially considering the fact that the elves offer beds for them to sleep in, rather than the hard rock of the ground that they’d spent the last few weeks sleeping on. Not that Bilbo would say that to their faces. He was fairly certain if he were to say anything that put the elves above the dwarves, Thorin might very well just leave him there in Rivendell. 

Which wasn’t necessarily bad. Was it? 

Only Bilbo hadn’t run down Bagshot Row and out of the Shire so he could be here in Rivendell. There was something deep inside of him that felt pulled to Thorin Oakenshield, to… to the dwarves and their cause. That was it. 

It had nothing to do with the dark blue eyes that had occupied his dreams that night, or the deep timbre of their leader’s voice that had left him uncomfortable in his bed. 

Nope. 

Bilbo wandered away after the gracious dinner that Elrond had provided them. For once in the past few weeks, Bilbo felt like he was almost a proper hobbit again, having eaten a meal that wasn’t made on the road, though it could have done to have any kind of meat. Really. Elves were a rather odd bunch, Bilbo had concluded, but no stranger than the dwarves or men. 

He supposed any other race might find him just as odd. 

Wandering down the many levels of Rivendell, Bilbo paused to look over the valley. It was truly beautiful, though nothing quite like the rolling hills of the Shire. It almost felt distant, in some way, like an untouchable beauty, which was not how the Shire was. Everything in the Shire was touchable, grown by their own hands and cultivated for their comfort. He couldn’t feel that in Rivendell, at least not in the way that the Shire spoke to him. 

Bilbo’s ears perked slightly, the quiet sound of low voices carrying over the wind. He turned his head, trying to seek out the source of them in the night air. He was hardly an eavesdropper, really, but it was years of living in Hobbiton that had he had been unwittingly trained to listen on what might be a morsel of gossip. 

As he listened, he realized he could place the voices quite easily. Gandalf and Lord Elrond. They were talking about Thorin, Bilbo realized. 

The soft scuffing sound of a boot against the stairs caught Bilbo’s attention and he glanced over his shoulder, to find Thorin lingering a step or two above Bilbo. His face was hardening, and Bilbo realize that he had heard the conversation drifting through the night to them. 

“Thorin!” Bilbo exclaimed, twisting around and clasping his hands together. Great. Bilbo was certain that the dwarf king didn’t actually like him, barely tolerated him, really, but this was not a good situation to be in. 

Slowly, Thorin’s eyes moved to Bilbo’s face, his mouth twisting up oddly. He looked surprised, and Bilbo wondered if Thorin had even seen him. Right, probably not. 

“Master Baggins,” Thorin said, his eyes locked in on Bilbo. 

“Were you… admiring the valley? It’s quite beautiful at night…” 

Thorin snorted, glancing away from Bilbo and then down the steps. He looked tense, as if he were about to charge down the stairs and confront the elven lord. Bilbo should probably do something, he thought, lest they end up in a worse situation than they already were. 

“I suppose you’ve seen many more sights than this,” Bilbo said, hoping to draw Thorin’s attention back. It seemed to work, at least in the meantime. “But I’ve only been in the Shire, and there is a whole world out there that I haven’t seen.”

“Yet you’ve decided this is a beautiful sight,” Thorin said, his voice disdainful as he looked out over the valley. But, despite his words and manner, Bilbo thought he could see something almost soft around the edges of Thorin’s eyes. 

“Well I have nothing to compare it to you,” Bilbo said, crossly. 

“You will when we arrive in Erebor,” Thorin said, turning and making his way down the stairs. Bilbo followed quickly, hoping that he wouldn’t have to try and physically stop Thorin from approaching Elrond and Gandalf. But Thorin came to a stop at a bench, glancing at Bilbo before he sat down. 

It was a great relief to Bilbo. 

So much that he felt at ease plopping himself down next to Thorin on the bench. Here, they could still see a good deal of the valley, and they were surrounded by a rather nice garden. It almost felt homey to Bilbo. 

He missed his own garden. 

“Tell me about Erebor,” Bilbo said, crossing his legs and leaning back to look up at the stars above them. They were no more brilliant than they were in the Shire, but he felt a warmth wash over him. Some things were the same, no matter where you went, and that was a relief to know. “Do you… did you truly live in the mountain? All the time? Did you see the stars before you left Erebor?”

Bilbo snapped his mouth shut, shame creeping up on him. It was not a question he should ask, not at all, but it had slipped free without him being able to stop it. 

He did not expect the soft chuckle that came from the dwarf seated next to him. Bilbo stared at him, his eyes wide, as he took in the small smile creeping onto Thorin’s face, his eyes crinkling at the side in amusement. 

Something Bilbo had not seen before, nor known that Thorin was capable of. 

“When I was young… very young, before I was allowed to leave Erebor…” Thorin’s voice was soft, and it felt far away, as if he were not there with Bilbo at all. “I do not how to describe Erebor to you, master Baggins. It was my home for many years before it was ripped away. Erebor is far more grand than anything you can imagine. To answer your question, no, dwarves do not remain in the mountain day after day or night after night, we do venture out,” he cast a glance at Bilbo. “I was not allowed that. As a prince, I had to remain in the mountain. For a very long time.”

Bilbo remained quiet as Thorin looked up at the stars, a fond smile curling onto his lips. 

“My mother brought me into the caves below Erebor..” Thorin’s fingers curled into his thighs, and he closed his eyes. Suddenly, Bilbo felt very much like he was not supposed to be here, sharing this with the dwarf king. “There were these… I suppose they are best called fireflies in your tongue. There were fireflies in the caves, along the ceiling of the cave. I … thought they were the stars.”

The small laugh of surprise that bubbled up in Bilbo’s throat could not be stopped, and he bit his lip as Thorin looked over at him. 

“I had heard much of the outside world, but I had not seen any of it.” Thorin released his hold on his thighs, drawing his eyes up to the sky for a moment. “I do understand the draw of the… beauty that the elves seem to hold in their valleys and forests, but I assure you, it is not the most beautiful sight you will find in the world.”

No, Bilbo thought, Thorin was quite right about that. 

Because sitting there, watching the king in the moonlight, Bilbo couldn’t imagine there was anything more enticing, more beautiful than him. 

Perhaps he stared too long, for just then, Thorin met his gaze before Bilbo could look away, or focus his gaze somewhere else less innocuous. Thorin’s eyes seemed always intense, his gaze burning, as if he were solely focused on whatever it was that he was looking at. Having that gaze focused on himself, even for a few seconds, it was… a bit much to handle. 

Bilbo dropped his eyes down, to Thorin’s shoulder, which was far less intimidating to look at. At the least, it didn’t look back at him. 

“Well, I… I should go,” Bilbo said, standing abruptly. He didn’t look at Thorin, tucking his hands behind himself as he glanced up for one last moment to take in the stars. “It’s getting rather late.”

“I shall escort you there,” Thorin said, standing up. Bilbo tensed slightly but nodded, glancing to the side so that he could see the dwarf, but not enough that he might have to make eye contact with that smoldering gaze. 

He could make it. 

As soon as he was in his room, he could think about those intense blue eyes all he wanted without worrying about it. Thorin wouldn’t know, and what he didn’t know… that couldn’t hurt him, could it? 

“We will not be staying in Rivendell long,” Thorin said as they walked down the halls, towards the rooms that the dwarves had been clustered into. “I fear that if we stay too long, we may not be as welcome to leave.”

“What do you mean?” Bilbo frowned. 

“Greater powers may not deem our quest wise.”

“They cannot prevent you from leaving!” Bilbo said, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. 

“Elves do as they please,” Thorin muttered, and finally, Bilbo looked over at the dwarf king. 

His face was darker, his mouth set in a firm line. Bilbo did not have much time to ponder on his face, as Thorin drew to a stop outside one of the rooms. His or Bilbo’s? Bilbo wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like they had really been assigned exact rooms. 

“Then I suppose we shouldn’t linger too long in Rivendell,” Bilbo said, meeting Thorin’s eyes. 

“Right you are,” Thorin said, “good night, Master Baggins.”

“Wait, Thorin…”

Bilbo bit his lip as those intense eyes turned back to him. “Would you like to… ahem, I mean, I think we’re both in need of a drink?”

“Are you inviting me in?” Thorin asked, his mouth curling into a coy smile. 

Bilbo’s heart thudded in his chest. 

“Yes.” He said, his eyes locked on Thorin’s still. There was a heat growing in them as Thorin looked at him. For a moment, Bilbo wondered if Thorin would laugh at him, or look at him in disgust, at what was likely a rather bold invitation. 

“I could do for a drink,” Thorin said, his smile widening sharply. 

If Bilbo were a lesser hobbit, he might have tucked tail and run, but he couldn’t help the surprised zing of pleasure in his gut as Thorin looked at him like that. He couldn’t imagine taking it back now. Not now. 

Two steps in, Bilbo turned around to ask what Thorin would like to drink, exactly, because the elves had quite a lot of wine. His words were stopped dead in their track of leaving his mouth. The heat in Thorin’s eyes had only grown, far more intense than Bilbo had ever seen. He watched Thorin’s hand on the door as it shut sharply, for a moment dragging Bilbo’s attention away from the dwarf and to the door before his eyes snapped back to Thorin’s face. 

“Am I to assume that your invitation for a drink was a pretense, master Baggins?”

“I…”

“Do you wish for my company?” 

“I would not have invited you if I did not–”

The feeling of Thorin’s chapped lips against his stilled the rest of Bilbo’s words. There was no tentativeness to the way Thorin kissed, no hesitation. His mouth moved against Bilbo’s encouragingly, until Bilbo could no longer hold himself back. His hands found purchase in Thorin’s hair as he opened his mouth to let the dwarf’s tongue find its way in. 

Thorin’s hand cupped Bilbo’s jaw, tilting Bilbo’s head slightly and deepening the kiss as he went, sliding his tongue against Bilbo’s. It caused a moan to escape from the back of Bilbo’s throat, and one of his hand scrambling to find better purchase than Thorin’s hair. He fisted Thorin’s shirt, pressing as close as he could, pushing himself up on his toes. 

He felt the timbre of Thorin’s chuckle reverberate between them. The feeling only left a tingle chasing down his spine as he kissed Thorin harder, nipping his lip when Thorin relented for a second. 

“Ah,” Thorin let out a breathless noise, sliding his hand from Bilbo’s jaw to gently grip Bilbo’s curls. “Peace, I intend to take you to bed, master Baggins, if you would let me..”

Bilbo met Thorin’s eyes, relaxing his grip on the dwarf just enough that he could try to think straight. “You better.”

Another warming chuckle spread between them as Thorin raised an eyebrow, his reddened lips still curling wide in a warm smile. Before Bilbo could stop him, the dwarf had scooped Bilbo up in his arms. Bilbo let out a small noise of surprise, smacking Thorin’s arm. 

“Excuse me! I am not some… some child or maiden that you can just sweep up!” 

Nevermind that the strength the dwarf had just displayed had made Bilbo’s hardening cock immediately harden, instead of the slow approach that it had been on to that state. 

“I am well aware of that,” Thorin murmured in Bilbo’s ear, nipping the edge of his earlobe. Bilbo shivered and Thorin chuckled again, pausing at the edge of the bed. “And I shall keep that in mind…”

“You… you…” Bilbo stuttered, swallowing down the arousal building up in his abdomen. “Put me down.” 

“If that is what you desire,” Thorin said, stooping down slightly and settling Bilbo down neatly on the bed. He did not linger nor let a second pass before he was on top of Bilbo, pressing between Bilbo’s legs and kissing him fiercely again. 

The bulk of Thorin between Bilbo’s legs was more than enticing, the feel of his weight against Bilbo. Bilbo couldn’t help sliding a hand up Thorin’s arm, before he interlocked his arms around the dwarf’s neck. Otherwise he might not be able to control himself, considering the feeling of Thorin’s thighs under Bilbo’s legs. 

Bilbo’s breath hitched as Thorin pressed closer, his hips meeting Thorin’s unintentionally. Thorin gasped against Bilbo’s mouth, as their clothed cocks ground together. Bilbo moaned, hooking a leg around Thorin’s hip and trying to bring them together again. It was a feeling he’d be willing to chase, especially with Thorin’s mouth against his, and his tongue exploring Bilbo’s mouth. 

Not a way he’d mind losing himself. 

Still, he wasn’t expecting for Thorin’s hand to grip his leg and break the kiss, his breath heavy as he looked down at Bilbo. 

“Much as I’d be just as pleased to lose myself like this with you,” Thorin murmured, his voice husky as his eyes darted down for a moment. “I would very much like to take advantage of the comfort of having a bed with you.”

“Oh,” Bilbo swallowed, and his eyes followed the direction of Thorin’s gaze, to where their cocks were pressed together. 

“If you are amicable,” Thorin continued, drawing his hand away from his grip on Bilbo’s leg to slip somewhere within his jacket, and then producing a vial of some kind. But Bilbo could easily guess the contents within. 

“Yes,” Bilbo choked out, his cheeks heating up. 

It was almost embarrassing, but he was pent up, and he desperately wanted Thorin. The fact that the dwarf returned that sentiment, even somewhat, it only added to the growing tightness in the pit of his stomach. 

Thorin grinned, sitting back just enough that he could undress. Bilbo struggled to do the same, if only because the sight of Thorin baring himself was something else entirely. Not that Bilbo hadn’t seen Thorin bare before, given the time they’d spent on the road, but it was different here, in the privacy of a bedroom. No other dwarves to distract Bilbo or to shame him for taking his fill of Thorin in. His eyes trailed down the dwarf’s chest, to where his cock stood, plump and larger than any other cock Bilbo had ever been this close to. Of course, he’d only ever been with other hobbits, so that was not a surprise, but even so… 

Bilbo did wonder if he’d even be able to wrap one hand around Thorin’s cock, or if he’d require both of his hands. 

“I’ll take that as approval,” Thorin said, lowly, in Bilbo’s ear, as he brushed a kiss behind it. Bilbo shivered. “But it is unfair to have me bare as I am and you still here in your clothing, master Baggins.” 

Bilbo let out a small, indignant huff, pushing himself up on his elbows and quickly loosing himself of his own clothes. There was hardly any reason to act coy about it, now. Thorin’s eyes followed the path of his hands, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of Bilbo’s cock. 

“You must have seen finer cocks than m-”

His head thumped back against the pillows, his hands scrambling against the sheets as he tried to steady himself. The warmth of Thorin’s mouth enveloped him, the sudden sensation nearly causing Bilbo to lose himself there and then. He felt the flick of Thorin’s tongue against the head of his cock but he couldn’t quite raise his head to look, even though he very much wished he could. What a sight Thorin probably made, bent over Bilbo, his mouth wrapped arond Bilbo’s cock and taking him deeper. 

“Fuck,” Bilbo gasped, biting his lip as Thorin bobbed his head and sucked his cock slowly. 

His hips rocked up intentionally, and Bilbo might have been more worried about Thorin, if it weren’t for the fact that the dwarf moaned around him when his cock pushed deeper in his mouth. 

This would be fine too, Bilbo thought dimly. He’d be just fine if he came apart under Thorin’s mouth. 

Then, there was the press of a finger against his ass, and Bilbo whimpered, biting his lip harder as he felt the entrance of Thorn’s finger into him. It was certainly thicker than Bilbo’s own fingers, or any other hobbit’s fingers. He squirmed slightly, but at the least, Thorin had oiled his fingers and it wasn’t as harsh as it might have been if they had no oil at all. 

Not that Bilbo would have let Thorin do this if there hadn’t been something to ease the way, that was for certain. 

Before too long, before Bilbo might embarrassingly spill himself into Thorin’s mouth, he felt the cool air against his cock as the dwarf let Bilbo slide from his mouth slowly. Thorin had two fingers inside Bilbo, thrusting them slowly, in a gentle manner that Bilbo hadn’t been certain Thorin was capable of up until this point. Each thrust of his fingers Bilbo couldn’t help the moans that came out of his mouth, small and quiet, but there. 

“I will go slow,” Thorin said, drawing his fingers out gently and pushing Bilbo’s thighs open and settling between them. “You will tell me if I hurt you.”

“Yes, just please,” Bilbo begged, tugging on Thorin’s arm and meeting his eyes. Thorin groaned and pressed closer, one hand on Bilbo’s thigh as he wrapped his fingers around his own cock. The sight of that alone was more than enough to rile Bilbo up more and he let out a demanding whine. 

Thorin chuckled, though there was something behind it that told Bilbo the dwarf was just as desperate for this as he was. 

Thorin’s hand on his thigh squeezed gently, as Thorin guided his cock into Bilbo. The blunt head of it almost felt too much, but the preparation of Thorin’s fingers before eased its way enough that it didn’t hurt. Bilbo grabbed at Thorin’s arm, his breath coming out in small gasps as he felt the size of Thorin’s cock inside him. Seeing the size of it was one thing, but feeling it, feeling the way it filled him, that left Bilbo dizzy. 

When Thorin stopped moving, Bilbo shifted slightly, meeting the dwarf’s eyes. His pupils were pinpoint, dark as he moved his hand from Bilbo’s thigh to join his other hand at either side of Bilbo’s head. 

“You’re..” Bilbo’s breath hitched and then was pushed out him immediately when Thorin rolled his hips, pushing his cock into Bilbo as deep as it would go. One of Bilbo’s hands covered his mouth, his eyes closing. 

“No,” Thorin growled, voice deep in his throat and Bilbo felt a hand pull his hand away from his mouth. “I wish to hear you.”

Bilbo nodded, meeting Thorin’s eyes as the dwarf pulled out almost entirely before he thrust back into Bilbo. Bilbo’s hand scrambling, grabbing at Thorin’s back and clinging to him as the dwarf started fucking him, hard, into the bed. 

If this is what Thorin Oakenshield considered slow, Bilbo had to wonder what he might consider fast. 

Thorin pressed a kiss behind Bilbo’s ear, pinning Bilbo’s hand above his hand as he fucked him. Bilbo writhed under Thorin, gasping softly and crying out his name when Thorin’s cock hit the bundle of nerves deep inside of him. Before he could cry out again, Bilbo was seeing stars. He could feel the knot inside of him tightening before it released, and he spasmed against Thorin. 

A second later, Bilbo felt a warmth spreading inside his ass, and he realized the noise that he was hearing above him was Thorin. He didn’t recognize the words, and it took a moment for Bilbo to realize that it wasn’t his ears betraying him, but that Thorin was gasping in Khzudul as he came inside of Bilbo. 

Bilbo let his eyes fall shut, breathing hard as he felt the weight above him shift. Thorin could likely crush if he were to lay on top of Bilbo, but the dwarf had the courtesy of pulling out of Bilbo before he collapsed next to the hobbit. 

There were more conversation to be had, another time, Bilbo thought, but he couldn’t muster the energy now to question what had just occurred between them. 

#bagginshieldisreal #bagginshield #pan writes shit #hi yes this is in fact like 3.7k idk whats wrong with me but its like 2k just pre smut shit and then the rest is smut im so sorry LMFAO

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The Three Women Of Durin - Beorn's Home (19)

MASTERLIST FOR THS STORY

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The company travelled for two weeks before anything cropped up, all the while training sessions refused to settle down. At the end of each long day of travelling the girls would spend 30 minutes to an hour working with their assigned partners. They were generally forced to fight with their weapons, only sparring to make sure they still maintained what they knew from Rivendell. On some nights Dwalin would only give Rosie the resources she had around her in the abandoned forest, Rosie tended to opt for a decent sized fallen branch.

The bumps and bruises from their run-in with Azog soon faded without scars and any other injuries soon healed. On the seventh night of the week, after the girls had their training sessions and were now settling down to rest their aching feet a strangled howl echoed from a distance behind them.

No one needed to say anything, even the girls could now detect that howl from miles away. Wargs. The company leapt into action, pulling their bags back on and acquainting themselves with weapons, the girls watching for a moment before following. When they were all ready and the fire was stomped out they gathered in a circle.

“Bilbo, turn back and scout out how far away the wargs are,” Thorin instructed, “We shall be right here if you should need us.” The hobbit nodded, surprisingly no fear could be found in his eyes, these paths had changed the hobbit. With a short nod, Bilbo turned around and scurried away when Cece updated the group on what was to happen next.

“It is, in fact, a Warg pack, some orcs too methinks, but there is something else, someone else to precise,” Cece said, dramatically.

“Oh, you just love this don’t you,” Frankie smirked at her friend as Cece blushed.

“What?” Gandalf asked, intrigued.

“Ever heard of a certain shapeshifter who lives in these parts?” Cece turned to Gandalf, knowing damn well he did. Gandalf thought for a moment and then nodded. “When Bilbo comes back, we run,” Cece instructed still talking to Gandalf.

“I’m sorry I do believe we may have missed something,” Kili said as his face contorted into a bemused expression. Just then a howl thundered from the sky, something that certainly wasn’t a warg. Following the howl, Bilbo crashed through the bushes his eyes wide and his breath heavy.

“The- “Bilbo started.

“We know, RUN!” Cece shouted before turning around and running away, the company following behind. Gandalf soon took the lead, leading the company this way and that. They ran for what seemed like hours and it probably was since the sun began to rise over the mountain peaks. Soon they were running across a barren field with a minute lake sitting sleepily in the middle, they ran and ran and ran, Gandalf shouting at them from the front.

“COME ON!” His voice echoed and the girls picked up the pace, their burning lungs and alight muscles screaming in protest. But no so far in the distance, a small hut could be seen, hope. Another roar of this unknown beast tore through their surroundings, so loud the girls had to cover their ears.

“This way!” Gandalf shouted, and they followed. Poor Bombur, frozen where he was, fear radiating off him.

“Bombur come on!” Thorin cried as he grabbed the beard of the ginger dwarf. Out of nowhere the dwarf turned and ran faster than any of the other dwarves, he simply skipped past them, his legs and arms moving in a blur. If they weren’t running from death the girls would have laughed.

They approached the gate and ran into a small front garden before slamming up into the door, all the dwarves slamming into each other. The girls who were mid-pack scrambled to the front and lifted the leaver allowing the dwarves to tumble inside.

“Bloody dwarves!” Rosie huffed as she held back the door for Thorin and Gandalf. Just then a mound of a monster appeared, tearing through the front gate, razor teeth slashing, bladed claws stabbing. “Uh oh,” Rosie whispered, frozen with fear.

“Rosie!” Kili cried pulling her back into the house and slamming the door shut and with the help of the others locking it as a thick mass of something slammed against the door. Frankie then turned to Rosie.

“Do you have a fucking death wish?” Frankie gasped, lying down next to where Rosie had been thrown, desperate for breath.

“Holy shit,” Was all Rosie could respond with as there was a continuous slam against the door before the beast gave up and turned away.

“What is that?” Ori sighed staring at Gandalf and the mound of out-of-breath-girls.

“That is our host,” Gandalf said knowledgeably before diving into the explanation of Beorn.

“You knew about this?” Fili sighed at Cece.

“We didn’t know exactly when this would take place, we didn't want to freak y’all out. Besides, no one’s hurt,” Cece smiled before turning and seeing the mound of heaving dwarf that was Bombur. “Well…” She trailed off.

“Never mind, all of you get some rest. We shall see of Beorn tomorrow,” Gandalf sighed. The girls happily curled up in a corner and fell into a deep, needed, sleep.

Frankie awoke to some noises from the barn animals, sighing she looked over and saw Rosie her head lolling off the barn of hay she was currently sitting on. She turned and then saw something very interesting indeed. Cece had curled up into the arms of…Fili? She stared at the two intertwined beings and had the sudden urge to squeal with delight. With glee, she kicked Rosie in the ribs earning her to snort and wake up.

“Wha- “Rosie started but was cut off by Frankie’s hand over her mouth. She looked up at her crazy friend who simply nodded at a pile of arms and legs on the floor. Rosie rubbed her eyes and then began to notice a mangle of blonde hair and some beard braids…

Realization swept over Rosie and she slapped Frankie in the arm who groaned in response. Rosie then scrambled over, grabbing her phone and threw it at Frankie who switched on the flash and took a photo of the adorable scene. Cute. Now to ruin it.

Rosie idled up and slowly began tugging Cece away and Frankie, Fili, the others would wake soon and that was a position that they didn’t want their friend to be in. Cece pulled away easily, her little body settling on a warm patch of hay where the sun was streaming in. Fili, not so much. Frankie grunted as she tried to pull the mass of muscle, bone and hair but failed miserably and fell causing Fili to wake up with Frankie an inch from his face.

“ARGH!” He yelled frightening Frankie.

“AGHH!” She responded.

“AHH!” Rosie yelled, jumping by the noise of the screaming.

“AHHHH!” Cece yelled as she bolted awake.

“STOP!” Frankie yelled throwing her hands up. “We’re in a scream circle!”

“Why were you…” Fili trailed off.

“Never mind that now,” Frankie sighed as she realized the rest of the group was up and awake. 

They all got dressed and soon heard the noises of Beorn chopping wood in the garden, the dwarves arguing about what to do. Then Gandalf gave his little speech and soon we were all walking out in pairs, except Bombur of course. Bilbo and Gandalf leaving first.

The girls watched, laughter in their eyes as the dwarves pilled out before Beorn who was getting angrier by the minute. They very much enjoyed watching Bofur’s mixed signals.

“Is that it? Are there anymore?” Beorn asked. The final dwarf, Thorin, then stepped out, being dramatic as always. The three girls then took their cue, excusing their way through the dwarves and standing before Beorn, a little way off the group. Beorn didn’t know who to look at, Thorin, or the girls.

Not a few moments later the girls found themselves sitting at Beorn’s overly large table, drinking his milk and snacking on his food.

“So, you are the one they call Oakenshield,” Beorn said to Thorin as he filled up Fili’s mug. “Tell me, why is Azog the defiler hunting you?” Beorn said dramatically, his voice rumbling from within his chest.

“You know of Azog? How?” Thorin asked, almost shocked. Beorn submerged into the story of how his people were the first in the mountains and the pain his people suffered and how he now stands as the only remaining one of his race.

“You need to reach the mountain before the last days of autumn,” Beorn pondered as he too sat down.

“Yes, before Durin’s day,” Cece spoke up softly, “And we can. But we need your help,” She continued.

“You are running out of time,” He responded, not answering Cece’s plea of help. “What is your plan?”

“We shall go through Mirkwood,” Frankie spoke up, Cece had recently informed Rosie and Frankie on everything which happens in the story, the girls picked it up soon enough. “It will be quicker and there is a certain errand that we must run,” Frankie continued.

“A sickness lies in that forest,” Beorn simply stated.

“That will not stop us,” Rosie reassured.

“I would not venture there, except in great need,” Beorn continued.

“Well, that’s what was in,” Frankie uttered, getting slightly frustrated with the skin changer.

“We shall take the elven road,” Gandalf articulated. “Their path is still safe.”

“Safe? The wood elves of Mirkwood are not like their kin –“Beorn started.

“They’re sassy, we know,” Frankie sighed, her temper rising.

“They’re less wise and more dangerous, but it matters not,” Beorn said, ignoring Frankie.

“What do you mean?” Thorin pondered turning around.

“What Beorn is saying is that these lands are covered with orcs, we won’t make it to Mirkwood on foot which is why we need your help Beorn, mainly in the form of seventeen ponies and a horse,” Frankie mumbled, sick of the dramatics. Beorn didn’t respond for a few seconds, baffled by Frankie’s harsh tone. “Fine, don’t respond. See if I care,” Frankie then huffed before standing abruptly and exiting through the front door, leaving an awkward silence.

“I’ll go talk to her,” Rosie grimaced as she too stood, leaving Cece behind to negotiate with Beorn. Rosie stepped out onto the front porch and felt the sun spill onto her bare arms, soaking up the sun for a few seconds she began to look for Frankie.

It didn’t take long due to the splashing noises. Frankie was currently taking her anger out by throwing rocks of all shapes and sizes into the nearby stream. Rosie held back for a while, knowing her friend well enough to not get in her way. When Frankie appeared to be done she sat down by the stream, ripping her shoes and socks off and dipping her ankles into the cold water.

“You okay?” Rosie asked kindly as she too peeled away her footwear and dipped her feet into the water, Frankie had her eyes closed and some beads of sweat on her forehead.

“Yeah,” Frankie sighed, relaxing her muscles as she did so, “I just. I’m getting kind of sick of the dwarves and the dramatics and the way they talk and just…” Frankie trailed off, Rosie understood. They sat in silence for a while, listening to the hums of the animals and the gushing of the stream.

“What I wouldn’t give for just an hour of internet,” Rosie hummed as she relaxed back and stretched her legs out.

“Or a Domino's pizza,” Frankie murmured, causing a groan of annoyance and want from Rosie.

“Crisps,” Rosie added.

“Chips,” Frankie corrected whilst Rosie rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Youtube,” Rosie continued.

“Festivals,”

“Concerts,”

“Our friends,” This final one caused a sad silence to blanket the girls, they hadn’t really talked of home so much this far.

“Saying goodbye to my family,” Rosie continued.

“Saying goodbye to John,” Frankie added, John was her dog his full name, Elton John.

“Finishing school,” Rosie whispered, they had now moved onto the future.

“Meeting my future husband,”

“Buying a house near the sea,”

“Having three kids,”

“Watching Sherlock season 4,”

“Wondering if there would be a season 5.” They continued like this until they had no more to say, talking about their crazy fantasies. Again a sullen silence rested as the girls realized that they wouldn’t be able to do any of that.

“You know what,” Frankie whispered sitting up. “Fuck that.”

“Yeah,” Rosie said too sitting up, “Wait, why?” She turned to her friend.

“That was the only world we had, that’s what we got and we made dreams out of it. So, if now we have this world, we can make dreams out of it too!” Frankie said confidently.

“Yeah,” Rosie said, inspired by her friend’s words. “You know what…I want to go to an elven party,” Rosie said.

“I want to learn how to read, write and speak their languages,” Frankie smiled.

“I want to learn their music!”

“I want to try all of their foods,”

“Travel to the four corners of the map,”

“Meet Legolas and make him fall in love with me!” Frankie cried causing a trickle of laughter to escape Rosie. They continued to sit there, feet in the water, their skin warmed by the sun in peace. They talked a little more but only of this and that.

“Come on, are you ready to face his lord prickship,” Rosie smiled helping her friend up.

“As I’ll ever be,” Frankie groaned but smiled as she made her way back into the house.

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Fallen Stars (Thorin X OC)

A/N: Hi guys!! Finally the next chapter!! Sorry for the time it took me but I had an exam and then my internet connection was down! So here it is! New chapter of Fallen Stars!! 

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x OC (Elentári)

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8 --> Current read 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 8: There is always hope

Elentári sighed as she laid down on her bed. After Thorin’s gentle words, the elleth had found herself at loss of words with a surprised expression on her features. Thorin had smiled but Elen couldn’t believe that his words were true. Yet the sparkles in his eyes and the softness of his heart proved her wrong.

The dwarf king had chuckled at Elen’s dumbfounded expression and slowly decided to retrieve for the night. The dwarf had taken her hand into his larger one and had brought it to his lips, gently laying a warm kiss on her knuckles. After what felt like hours of staring at each other, Thorin had wished his elleth a good night and left her confused before her door.

Elentári had changed into her night gown and laid down on her bed, feeling confused and warm at the same time. Could she trust him? Could she really trust his words or were they just a rush of guilt from the dwarf lord? Elen sighed and without noticing, she fell asleep wondering if she should have told him…

She cared for him as well.

However, the elleth’s dreams weren’t filled with happiness and images of Thorin’s deep blue eyes. He dreams were filled with flashbacks, images of unknown lands floating in darkness and among stars. The world was different around the young elleth and images of wars, suffering, pain, grief but also of love, births, happiness and light flashed before her eyes. Elen’s breathing became raged as she tried to look at her hands but saw nothing. Why was she faceless? Why was she seeing the world from above? She felt so far away and yet so close. Elen couldn’t understand what was happening, she tried to scream but her voice only rang out in her own head. No one was there to hear nor to acknowledge her distress.

“My star.” A deep resonating voice called from everywhere around her. Elen couldn’t find the source of the voice until a heavy weight pushed her forcefully toward the world, her screams filling her own mind as the speed crushed her. Elen gasped as she saw the ground approaching rapidly and as she was about to hit the ground the elleth screamed and sat up in her bed in a start.

Elen’s heart was beating hard against her chest, small droplets of sweat slowly running down her forehead. She looked down at her hands, scared to find nothing but the darkness of the milky way. She let out a sigh of relief as her eyes landed on her shaky pale hands then closed her eyes and wiped the sweat off her forehead. Elen trembled, feeling shaken by her dream. She didn’t understand what it was supposed to mean but she knew that something was wrong. However, the elleth needed to forget. She couldn’t bare the empty feeling in the back of her head, as if something was missing from her memory. Elen got up on her shaky legs and walked out of her room, wandering through the peaceful hallways of Rivendell.

Elen walked helplessly, her bare feet making no sound on the pavement. She didn’t watch where she was going but wasn’t really surprised to find herself stopping close to the dwarves’ quarters. Elen’s eyes observed the company sleep. Elrond had offered them chambers with soft beds and warm sheets but the dwarves had declined the offer, simply asking for shelter but preferring to stay in the outside. Elen chuckled and approached a stone bench on the balcony before the dwarves’ quarters. She sighed and sat on the bench, gazing at the view of the elven city with tired eyes. She didn’t know for how long she had stayed there, pondering about her dream, about the quest and about Thorin’s words. Though, a deep voice brought her out of her reveries.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Thorin’s deep baritone voice asked from behind her back. Elen turned around to gaze at the dwarf.

“I could ask you the same question, master dwarf.” The elleth answered playfully. She heard Thorin’s deep chuckle as he approached the bench and sat carefully next to her, as if she would run away if he scared her.

“Fair enough…” Thorin said but his eyes observed the state Elen was in. His eyes licked her exposed skin with a concealed fire then observed her tensed shoulders and her silver eyes. “Trouble sleeping?” Thorin asked, trying to forget about the fact that she was in her sleeping gown. The fabric of the gown was painfully thin for the chilly weather of the night and with every gust of wind, the fabric gracefully floated around the elleth’s legs, making her shiver. Thorin’s heart swelled with love but he quickly swallowed it down and looked down as he waited for Elen’s answer, his eyes landing on her tiny elegant bare feet.

“Yes…” Elen breathed out, her eyes shifting from her hands to Thorin’s figure. “More like… Nightmares.” The elleth admitted. Thorin looked up at her with an understanding compassionate smile.

“Nightmares can get too realistic sometimes.”

“Yes, it felt weirdly too real.” Elen answered, hugging herself to keep the bad thoughts away but also to warm herself up. She didn’t notice how cold she was until now, the warmth radiating from the dwarf next to her was not helping as it contrasted with the chilly wind.

“Are you cold?” Thorin asked as he shrugged his fur coat off his shoulders.

“No… No, I’m fine.” Elen tried to stop him by laying her hand on his shoulder gently but Thorin’s eyes widen as he felt the ice-cold skin through the thick fabric of his shirt.

“You are freezing!” Thorin exclaimed and grasped her hand in his, feeling his skin tingle as he touched the elleth.

“Don’t worry, nothing will ever change that.” Elen tried to explain once again but Thorin shook his head and cradled her both hands into his warm chest, pulling her extremely close to him in the process.

“I can’t let you freeze to death.” The dwarf shook his head and released Elentári’s hands for a second to wrap her in his coat. Elen sat next to the dwarf and leaned on his shoulder. Her hands were held in his over his lap as she blushed fiercely. The dwarf sighed and rubbed his thumbs over her soft skin.

“Thank you.” Elen said just above a whisper but Thorin heard her anyway.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Elen.” The dwarf shook his head and brought the elleth’s hands up to his lips once again, he kissed her joined hands and smiled warmly at her. It was a new side of Thorin that she was discovering and she had to admit that she enjoyed it quite a lot. Her hands started to warm up and Elen looked at their palms in astonishment.

“How do you do that?” She asked, surprised.

“What do you mean?” Thorin frowned and observed Elen’s face.

“How do you do it? Warming my skin like this…” The elleth squeezed the dwarf’s hands craving his warmth like a vampire craves blood.

“I don’t know… I guess it is because us, dwarves, have more body heat than elves or human.” Thorin said, unsure as he shrugged his shoulders. Elen glanced at the dwarf king and nodded her head, knowing than no other dwarf could warm her up like Thorin did.

An awkward silence settled between the two lonely figures, the night enveloping them slowly. Elen’s eyes settled on the elven city for a while observing contently the beautiful landscape with her hands still in Thorin’s hold.

“What was your nightmares about, if you don’t mind me asking?” Thorin asked her in a gentle voice. The elleth’s gaze shifted to look at him.

“I… I don’t really know.” Elen admitted. She sighed and unconsciously started to play with Thorin’s fingers, running her own slender digits through his, linking their hands then brushing the tips of her fingers over his. Thorin almost bit his lips to contain his wandering thoughts. “I was… In the sky. So far away from everything. So far away from life and from Middle Earth. Everything was oppressing and cold. I came crashing down at the end… I don’t know what it is supposed to mean but it was terrifying.” Elen admitted. Thorin hummed in response.

“What about you?” Elen asked after a while.

“What about me?” Thorin asked her.

“What are your nightmares about?” She asked still tracing his fingers with her own. Thorin sighed and looked away but Elen squeezed his hands and leaned a bit more against his shoulder. Thorin’s eyes were focused on the landscape before them.

“My father… my brother. My grandfather…” Thorin admitted with sadness. Then his features shifted and a disgusted rictus appeared on his face. “Azog…” He almost hissed with hate. Elen nodded her head in understanding then laid her head on his shoulder. Thorin’s eyes gazed down at her, his heart swelling in adoration for the elleth.

“Tell me about Erebor? How was it before Smaug attacked?” Elen asked gently and Thorin released one of his hands from hers to wrap his right arm around her waist and brought her closer to his chest in an attempt to keep her warm.

Elen smiled and sighed in content as her cheek touched the warm skin of his neck. Thorin smiled in pride and started to tell her about Erebor, his home, his kingdom. He was talking eagerly about the beauty of the Lonely Mountain, so much that he did not notice Elen falling asleep on his shoulder after a while. This is only when he felt her cool breath on his neck, making goosebumps appear on his skin that Thorin understood that Elen had fell asleep. The dwarf chuckled then looked at her with a soft smile, he mindlessly brought his fingers to her rosy cheek and brushed his calloused digits over her flesh. He savored the warm and fuzzy feeling that spread through his body as he watched her sleep. She trusted him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder, Thorin blushed at the thought but quickly recovered as he decided to take her to his bedroll among the company. Thorin wanted to keep her safe, to keep her warm during the night and cherish her for the rest of his life. However, the dwarf wasn’t ready to admit it straight away.

Thorin carefully shifted Elen’s body in his arms, placing one of his arm behind her back and the other one under her knees to cradle her into his arms. He sat there for a while with Elen now on his lap, her head tucked under his chin and her hands squeezing his shirt in her fists. Thorin’s eyes sparkled with love as he held the elleth close to his beating heart, he was so entranced by her beauty that he didn’t notice Dwalin chuckling to himself as he watched them from his spot among the company. Thorin finally got up, carrying Elen to his bedroll. He stepped over Bofur and Bifur as carefully as he could but Thorin almost tripped when he heard Dwalin’s voice.

“What are you doing?” The fierce warrior asked with a teasing grin. Thorin looked down at his friend.

“She’ll be safer among the company.” Thorin said gruffly, walking past Dwalin to reach his bedroll.

“Hm… She’s quite safe with the elves too you know.” Dwalin added still smirking knowingly at his king.

“Not enough…” Thorin whispered as he laid he down gently. Dwalin shook his head but said nothing more.

Thorin tried to get up after softly brushing Elen’s hair off of her face but the elleth’s hands were still gripping his shirt tightly. The dwarf looked at her hands and tried to make her let go but she wouldn’t. Then Elen’s soft sleepy voice whispered in her sleep and Thorin blushed as he heard his name. The dwarf king shook his head but laid down on his bedroll next to his elleth. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his chest. Elen’s hands wandered over his muscular chest, making him blush even more then she sighed and Thorin softly kissed her forehead.

“Sleep well, Gimlelul (my brightest star).” Thorin whispered before closing his eyes and letting sleep takes him.

  Elen woke up the next day with the sound of birds and waterfalls filling her ears. She smiled at the soft wind on her skin and the warm caress of the sun. She opened her eyes to find out that she was outside and laying on someone else’s bedroll. Elen pushed herself up on her elbow and looked around. The dwarves’ quarter was empty, their bedrolls abandoned on the floor.

“Slept well?” Elen turned around to look at the voice’s owner. Arwen was smiling down at her cousin, a knowing grin lighting up her face. Elen rolled her eyes and yawned.

“Yes actually, I felt warm for the first time in my life.” The elleth answered. Arwen chuckled and pointed her finger at what Elen was wearing.

“It must be thanks to this fur coat and the dwarf king’s arms.” Arwen teased, making Elen blush.

“Yes… It is, indeed.” Elentári admitted as she got up. Arwen laughed and took her cousin’s arm.

“You should get ready for the day, there is someone who really want to see you.” Elen smiled at Arwen and followed her to her room as they both started to chat.

Arwen left her at her room’s door, leaving her to clean herself up and to dress more properly. Elen removed Thorin’s coat, repressing the desire to breath his sent yet once again, then got out of her night gown. She washed herself, relieved to feel the warm water on her skin then got dressed. The elleth sighed as she looked for something other than a dress to wear for the day but found nothing. Reluctantly, Elen put a beautiful soft blue dress on and walked out of her room to enjoy her day in Rivendell. After a light breakfast, Elen wandered around the city. She had Thorin’s coat in her hands, trying to find the dwarf in order to give it back to him but she also wanted to thank him for what he had done the night before.

Elen’s heart swelled and skipped a beat as she thought of how she had spent the night. Thorin’s arms around her, keeping her close and warm, his beard tickling her forehead and his hands sometimes wandering to her lower back. Elen sighed as she felt herself blush and shook her head trying to push her feelings away but failing miserably. Suddenly, light footsteps and small giggles caught her attention and in a fraction of second a small child came running in her direction.

“Elen!” He screamed at her, happily smiling and jumping into the elleth’s awaiting arms.

  Bilbo was wandering around the Last Homely House on his own. The dwarves wanted to train then take a bath somewhere claiming that the elven city was nothing interesting. However, the hobbit wanted to explore and discover more about the beauty of the town. Bilbo approached the hall where Thorin had finally shown the map to Lord Elrond the night before. The room had caught his attention and he had decided to explore it the day after. Bilbo approached the statue holding the shards of a sword. The hobbit didn’t know it but those were the shards of Narsil. Bilbo observed the sword then turned toward a painting on the wall before the statue - Isildur as he was about to cut the One Ring from Sauron’s hand. The painting was dark and yet Bilbo couldn’t tear his eyes away. Bilbo’s eye went directly to the One Ring on Sauron’s finger, entranced in his own curiosity. Bilbo suddenly needed some air and stepped outside on the balcony, walking and gazing at the beauty of Rivendell. As Bilbo stood alone, Elrond approached him slowly.

“Not with your companions?” Elrond remarked more than asked.  

“Ah, I shan’t be missed”, Bilbo replied, his eyes gazing at Elrond. “The truth is most of them don’t think I should be on this journey.”

“Indeed” Elrond said then raised an eyebrow at Bilbo. “I’ve heard that Hobbits are very resilient.” Bilbo laughed, and then realized that Elrond wasn’t joking.  

“Really?” The hobbit asked.

“Mmm. I’ve also heard they’re fond of the comforts of home.” Elrond added with a small grin. Bilbo thought about that for a moment and then confided to Elrond.

“And I’ve heard that it’s unwise to seek the counsel of elves, for they will answer both yes and no.” At first, Elrond didn’t seem amused by this, but then a soft smile appeared on this face, and Bilbo let out an uneasy laugh.

“You are very welcome to stay here, if that is your wish.” Lord Elrond said and laid a gentle hand on the hobbit’s shoulder before walking away. Bilbo appeared to consider it then looked down as he heard a child shout Elentári’s name. Bilbo smiled as he saw his elleth friend catch the child in her arms and hug him.

  “Oh Estel! I’ve missed you sweetheart!” Elen said as tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. The child laughed softly as he clung to her neck, Elen hugged him then kissed his cheeks over and over.

“I missed you too Elen!” Estel said as the elleth set him down. The child was small for his age but yet he was aging slowly because of his ancestry.

“How are you doing, little man?” Elen asked as the small child took her hand and walked with her.

“I am good, even if I miss you every day.” Estel said sadly, his soft brown hair floating in the wind. Elen sighed sadly and squeezed his hand.

“I am really sorry, Estel. You know I don’t want to leave you behind but you are too young to come with me.” Elen said and the child nodded his head. Elen smiled sadly and bent down to pick him up then twirled him around, making him laugh. Suddenly, voices approached them and Elen turned around with Estel in her arms. Bilbo, Fili, Kili and Thorin appeared from behind the pillars of the left wing. Elen smiled at the young dwarves but her heart skipped a beat when she saw Thorin. The dwarf king was eyeing her and the child with what seemed like suspicion in his blue eyes.

“Well, I knew I heard you shout, miss Elen!” Fili said as they approached her. Estel gasped softly and hid his face in Elen’s neck.

“Who’s this little lad?” Kili asked as he tried to have a better look at Estel.

“His name is Estel.” Elen said with a gentle proud smile. “Come on sweetheart, say hello to Fili and Kili.” The elleth whispered to her little cousin then kissed his head when he shook his head in disagreement.

Thorin watched her with the child and his heart stopped. Was he her child? Was he her son? Thorin couldn’t bear to look at them, pain and jealousy gripped his heart as he looked down. Bilbo walked next to Elen and smiled at Estel.

“He’s a bit shy.” Elen stated with a soft giggle as Bilbo tried to make Estel smile. Thorin then couldn’t control his actions, he walked next to his nephews and stared at Elen then at the child.

“He looks like you.” Thorin nodded with a fake smile. “You must be proud of him.”

“Very.” Elen answered then Fili proposed something that made Estel lose all trace of shyness.

“Do you want to train with us, laddie? We were just about to start with my brother.” Fili asked, Kili smiling goofily next to him. Estel looked at his cousin in hope and Elen set him down on the floor.

“Go, have fun.” Elen said and Estel smiled brightly before running off with Fili and Kili, Bilbo looked at Thorin then at Elen and excused himself knowing that they needed to talk. Thorin sighed then looked down at his boots.

“Your son seems to be a good lad. Very cheerful.” Thorin awkwardly said, making Elen blink in disbelief.

“What?” She gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. Thorin observed her for a while then Elen busted out laughing. Thorin didn’t know what to do, he just stared at her in awe. “Estel is not my son!” Elen exclaimed between laughers.

“He’s not?!” Thorin asked, relieved to hear that news.

“He’s my little cousin!” Elen said as she calmed down.

“I see…” Thorin muttered, blushing furiously. “I’m sorry, I just assumed…”

“That because I was acting nicely around him I was his mother?” Elen asked with a teasing smirk.

“Yes.” Was all Thorin answered but he couldn’t deny the new-found happiness that filled his heart. Elentári did not have a child, his elleth was still his… Thorin mentally hit himself for thinking something like this but he didn’t have the time to do anything before Elen handed him his coat back.

“Thank you, for last night.” Elen said, the coat still in her hands. Thorin took it back gently and smiled at her.

“There’s nothing to thank me for.” He said but Elen shook her head.

“You were there for me when I needed you to be. You took care of me… There is a reason for me to thank you.” Elen smiled as she saw Thorin bow his head slightly in thanks and understanding. Then, Thorin did something that impressed her. He presented her his arm and smiled.

“Walk with me?” He asked a bit unsure but Elen didn’t hesitate to link her arm with his.

“Certainly, my Lord.” She told him playfully. Thorin chuckled and shook his head as he led her toward the training area. They laughed as they watched the dwarves practice and train with the young Estel, even Bilbo was watching as the young lad tackled Kili down and everyone laughed. After a while Elen glanced at Thorin and whispered in his ear.

“Come with me? I’d like to show you something.” Thorin nodded in agreement and let her lead him through the hallways of the elven city.

  Lord Elrond watched from a balcony as Estel trained with the dwarves. He watched carefully as they taught him some moves but his eyes always landed on Elen and Thorin. They were sitting close to each other, their arms linked and they shared quite a lot of smiles. He even made her giggle a great number of times. Then, Elen said something and they both left the company and Estel to wander somewhere else. Elrond sighed and turned his eyes away from the scene when Gandalf entered the room.

“Does she remember anything?” Elrond asked the Grey Wizard.

“No, unfortunately. She is still in the dark concerning who she truly is.” Gandalf answered with a sigh.

“I know what you think.” Elrond said, eyeing the old man. “We cannot tell her, Gandalf. This is not our place to interfere with Ilúvatar’s plans.”

“I know…” Gandalf mumbled, taking his pipe out of his cloak. “But she has to know! This is not fair of us to leave her in the dark.”

“This is not for nothing that Lady Galadriel decided to create her identity, Gandalf. She wouldn’t believe us.” Elrond said shaking his head as he walked past the Grey Wizard.

“Maybe but is it better to make her think that she is not the rightful child of a great elf lady?” Elrond sighed at the wizard’s words.

“I know that you care for her Gandalf. Trust me, I also do. She might not be my real niece but I even consider her like one of my daughters!” Elrond exclaimed. “I want her to know as much as you do but this is not our decision to make.”

“So, we leave her in the dark for the rest of her life?” Gandalf asked.

“I believe, Elentári will find out eventually. She is strong and when the time comes she will have to choose who she will fight for. Even if… I believe that her choice is already done.” Elrond turned around to glance at Gandalf.

“Thorin…” Gandalf muttered.

“Yes, her heart is linked to the dwarf.” Elrond said. “I saw it…”

“This will be positive for Thorin.” Gandalf said with a small smile.

“But not for her.” Elrond’s voice was dark as he looked away in the emptiness of the room.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw what could happen to her if she chooses that path.” The elf Lord closed his eyes and Gandalf knew.

  “Where are we going?” Thorin asked as he walked next to the elleth.

“You’ll see.” She answered with a smirk. Thorin groaned and looked ahead, making Elen roll her eyes.

“Oh, don’t be that grumpy, Thorin!” Elen laughed when the dwarf glared at her.

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Oh, yes you are.” Elen teased but giggled as Thorin rolled his eyes as well.

They were walking for a while now and they reached a part of the town Thorin had never seen. It was the part closer to the mountain; the boulder was almost coming to the houses and vegetations cascaded down to touch the pavement. Thorin smiled as Elen ran her hand against the rock as they approached small waterfalls. She was so at peace in this city, Thorin hoped that she would feel the same in Erebor.

“This is where I came when I needed to think when I was younger.” Elen confessed as they stepped into a small wild garden. Waterfalls cascaded down the rock and into a pound surrounded by grass and flowers.

“This is beautiful.” Thorin admitted, making Elen smile.

They walked toward a huge fountain, stopping to look at the design. The elleth released Thorin’s arm and stepped before him. They stared at each other for what seemed like the eternity until Thorin’s hand reach up to touch her cheek. His fingertips brushed against her flesh, capturing a loose strand of hair. The sun was softly licking Elen’s skin, making it look like gold. Thorin’s heart beat in his chest as he watched her. He cupped her cheek and the elleth closed her eyes, needing the warmth of his skin against hers. Thorin couldn’t control his actions, as if something stronger than reason pushed him toward Elen. The elleth smiled and Thorin placed his other hand on her hips, pulling her close. Their noses were almost touching as they breathed the same air and Elen’s eyes closed. Thorin observed her lips, his heart beating in his chest but when he was about to lean in a shout and a loud laugh resonated through the air. Then, Elen squeaked as she pulled away. The dwarf and the elleth jumping apart, soaking wet. They looked at each other in surprise then turned around to be met with Fili and Kili laughing like mad dwarves.

“What is Ilùvatar’s name is wrong with you?!” Elen shouted, looking down at her soaked dress and wet hair. Thorin chuckled at her reaction, looking as soaked as the poor young woman.

“Oh, we are very sorry my lady!” Fili said with a fake bow, his body half immersed in the water of the fountain.

“Aye, we beg for your forgiveness, fair maiden.” Kili added with the same exaggerated polite voice, making Elen groan in annoyance and Thorin shake his head.

“You stupid little… What are you all doing?!” Elen suddenly shrieked as the entire company started to remove their clothes to join Fili and Kili in the fountain.

“We are in desperate need of a bath, Elen.” Bofur said with a smirk, making the elleth’s mouth drop.

“No. No, no, no, no! This is a sacred fountain you cannot…” Elen tried to argue but she shrieked again and turned away when she saw them all removing their pants. She looked at Thorin with wide eyes but the dwarf seemed amused by the situation. He had his arms crossed over his chest with a smirk on his lips.

“What? You’re afraid of a bunch of naked dwarves, my lady?” Thorin asked teasingly. Elen groaned and blushed deeply.

“Oh, you got to be joking!” She muttered then quickly walked away from the company, trying to shake the images of naked dwarves out of her head. She heard them laugh as she turned at the corner of the path to reach Estel’s quarters when she heard Lindir and Elrond talking.

“The kitchen’s under enormous strain, we are almost out of wine.” She heard Lindir say in Sindarin, making her laugh. “How long do you think they will be with us?”

“That has yet to be decided.” Elrond answered as Elen arrived their way.

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that way if I were you.” Elen said as she went past the two elves, Elrond followed her with his eyes a frown apparent on his features. Lindir looked ahead shocked and disgusted. Then Elrond turned around and the same shocked expression appeared on his face.

  “When will you leave?” Estel asked as he laid on his bed, the night already enveloping the city. Elen tried to focus on their conversation as she replayed the afternoon with Thorin. Was he about to kiss her? She blushed and turned to look at her little cousin.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” Elen answered as she adjusted the sheets around his small figure. “But you have to know that I don’t want to leave you behind. I miss you dearly, Estel.”

“I don’t want you to go.” The small child said, tears threatening to fall. Elen’s heart broke as she saw him so sad because of her.

“Come here.” She said and extended her arms to hug him. Estel jumped into her arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck, softly crying. As Elen rubbed his back softly, a knock on the door resonated in the room. Still holding her little cousin in her arms, Elen spoke.

“Come in.” She said and looked behind her shoulder to see Thorin walk into the room. She smiled sadly at him and Thorin stopped in his track.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.” His deep voice said, a bit embarrassed.

“It’s fine.” Elen said as Estel pulled away and looked at Thorin with puffy red eyes. The dwarf looked from Elen to the child then decided to sit next to them on the bed.

“What is the matter, if you don’t mind me asking?” Thorin asked, not to Elen but looking directly at Estel. The child sat on the bed, crossed legs and picked at Thorin’s fur coat. Elen watched expectantly.

“I… I don’t want Elen to go.” Estel muttered, tears brimming in his eyes. Thorin glanced up at Elen briefly before settling his eyes on the child once again.

“I understand. My little sister didn’t want me to go on this quest either. She is scared that something might happen to me.” Thorin said, making Estel nod his head. “But I told her I needed to do it for her. For my nephews and my people. I know that the wild is dangerous and I understand that you are scared for Elentári but you know her. You know that she is the strongest woman on this earth and you know that she has a good heart. This is why she’s willing to help us, to help me.” Thorin said, making Elen blush as her heart swell at his words.

“I know…” Estel answered weakly.

“Some things must be done, young one. You will understand one day.” Thorin said with a gentle smile.

“But I know what your quest is about!” Estel protested. “A dragon cannot be killed that easily! This is a hopeless cause!” Elen and Thorin watched the child in astonishment, how he understood what the company was off to was a mystery. Elen smiled proudly at Estel and Thorin chuckled.

“Remember this, young man...” Thorin said as he gently laid his big hand on Estel’s frail shoulder. “There is always hope.”  

  Under Estel’s chambers, the Dwarves were having a late­night party in their quarters. They roasted sausages over a fire made by burning the Elvish furniture. Bofur, seeing a heavy Bombur sitting on a wooden table and eating a large bowl of food, looked at his sausage thoughtfully. His features twisted into a mischievous smirk.

“Bombur!” He called out. As Bombur looked up, Bofur threw him the sausage. Bombur caught it easily but the weight of the sausage was just too much for the poor table that broke with a painful squeak. Bombur, shrieking, fell to the floor, along with all his food. The dwarves laughed uproariously as Bilbo made his way up the small set of stairs to step on the platform above the company on their right. As he stopped on the platform, the hobbit overheard Gandalf and Elrond talking.

Thorin and Elen left Estel’s room with smiles on their faces. They walked down the hallway, eager to join the company and eat something when they arrived on the platform where Bilbo was standing. Elen was about to say something but Thorin stopped her by squeezing her hand.

“Of course I was going to tell you” Elen heard Gandalf’s voice say. She frowned and listened more closely. “I was waiting for this very chance. And really, I… I think you can trust that I know what I am doing.”  

“Do you?” Elrond replied. “That dragon has slept for sixty years. What will happen if your plan should fail? If you wake that beast…” Gandalf cut him off.

“But if we succeed! What if the dwarves take back the mountain, then our defenses in the east will be strengthened.”

“It’s a dangerous move, Gandalf.” Elrond said and Elen didn’t like the tone in his voice.  As Bilbo listened to them, he turned to see that Thorin and Elen were standing behind him.

“It is also dangerous to do nothing! Oh, come… the throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birthright!  What is it you fear?” Gandalf exclaimed and Elen’s heart stopped as she knew what her uncle was about to answer.

“Have you forgotten, a strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind. His father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?” Elrond said and Thorin squeezed Elen’s hand, she could feel his entire body tensing at Elrond’s words. Elen glanced up at the dwarf to see his eyes full of fear and clouded with painful memories. The elleth squeezed the dwarf’s hand, trying to comfort him.

“Gandalf, these decisions do not rest with us alone. It is not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle-earth.” Elrond’s voice died down as they disappeared into the night. Elen looked at Bilbo then at Thorin, a painful silence had settled between the three of them.

“Thorin…” Elen whispered but the dwarf released her hand.

“We leave tonight.” He hissed before quickly making his way up the stairs, trying to be as far away as he could.

“Thorin, wait!” Elen said as she followed him up the stairs, trying to catch up with him.

Bilbo watched as his friend ran, his mind replaying Lord Elrond’s words over and over. What kind of sickness was he talking about?

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How would you feel if I told you I loved you?

Fandom: The Hobbit Pairing: Lindir x (human)reader Genres: fluff Words: 1.590 Summary: When in Rivendell, reader notices Lindir’s glances at her. Later, she has an opportunity to confront him, which leads to a confession - requested by Anonymous

Surely, in your wildest dreams you have not expected the Quest to involve so much running away, so much fighting and so little rest. Frankly, you were ready to sleep less than you needed, however you’ve longed for a proper all-night-long sleep in a comfortable bed.

And with a good meal in an addition, you cannot be more grateful for a break in Rivendell, despite Thorin’s initial unwillingness to even stop there. You were aware of his aversion to elves, which was understandable – you heard Balin’s story about how when Smaug attacked Erebor, Mirkwood’s elves had turned their back on dwarves.

Yet, you needed help with deciphering Thrain’s map. And to that, you had to ask someone slightly smarter than Gandalf for help. Elves of Rivendell were close and eager to help, as Gandalf assured you, so you did your best to convince Thorin that you should stop for a council and rest.

You decided to not mention the fact that one of the elves, the one that greeted you had caught your eye. The Dwarves won’t be happy if they find out that the only female (it didn’t matter that you were of a race of Men; the Company has grown to treat as slightly taller dwarf) fancies an elf. It will most likely elicit more than few curses and disappointed grunts. Dwalin will stop talking to you whatsoever, and you can’t even imagine the heartbreak that Kili and Fili will feel. Not to mention His Royal Grumpiness.

So, not a word out. You only need to enjoy the meal quietly, then go to your room and finally get a good-night sleep, pushing the sweet elf away from your thoughts.

But what if said elf keeps glancing at you during the supper? What should you think of a pink tint that flushes his cheeks once you catch his gaze? How should you read that awkward stuttering when you asked for a directions to a place you’d be eating in?

Lindir, as you learnt from Gandalf, was lord Elrond’s most trusted assistant and he seemed to be quite shaken by the number of dwarves and the ruckus they’re causing. Both, Bilbo and you, ceased trying to teach them some manners, reasoning that you can’t change what’s in their blood and so the two of you simply learnt how to bear it.

But the Elves… well, that was amusing to watch. Kili and his flirtatious antics, quickly cooled down by Dwalin and Bofur. Bofur and his scratchy, deep voice singing loud enough for the entire Valley to hear. And the faces of utter shock and displeasure at the beautiful features of the inhabitants of Rivendell. You and your dear hobbit were used to it by now, they however had a questionable pleasure of witnessing it for the first time.

A small part of you felt sorry for them, especially for Lindir since he was in the first line for the grand show of Dwarvish party.

Soon enough, feeling weary but delighted, with stomach full of tasty food, you excuse yourself and head to a room elves prepared for you. Aware that Thorin will press you to depart as soon as possible you decide to have a stroll around Rivendell’s gardens, not wanting to leave without enjoying them. Who knows if you will ever have a chance to visit Imladris again?    

The sound of ongoing celebration still rings through the gardens but you ignoring, focusing instead on a beauty of the flowers, taken aback by the variety and vibrant colors. It easies your mind, in a way, taking your thoughts off of the journey and possible dangers awaiting you on the way to Erebor.

Truly, you would do a lot to be able to come back to Rivendell one day, to be able to walk through the gardens and look at and smell flowers and trees that you’ve seen for the first time in your life. And perhaps, hopefully, to be able to gaze at Lindir, an elf who’s taken a residence in your mind and who cannot leave you be.

That is, if you wanted to be left alone. Seeing him awoke an odd feeling inside you, a strange but not unwelcome longing, a kind of pull to him that you’ve never felt before.

Maybe that is what falling in love feels like, maybe you finally met your One, someone you deemed was a myth.

Lost in your thoughts, for quite a while you’ve been wandering aimlessly until you stumbled upon what seemed to be unoccupied alcove, in a quite secluded spot, near a waterfall. It looks dreamy and inviting and so you step into it, sitting on a bench and turning your face towards the chilly breeze that comes from the waterfall.

Unstopped, your mind wanders to Lindir again, filling your head with images and fantasies.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, the very elf you’re daydreaming about, had the same idea as you – to find a moment of peace in the gardens and to ponder about whether or not he should speak to a beautiful girl that came with the dwarves. Lindir finds it hard to wrap his mind around how such a beauty as you ended up in a company of dwarves yet he realized you must be skilled beyond measure. Which only adds to an image of you he’s created in his mind.

He spots you as you walk into the alcove, having been nearby, only on the other side of it. Lindir thinks long and hard about approaching you – he doesn’t want to interrupt you, to ruin your moment of peacefulness with his presence but he feels drawn to you, unable to stop himself from taking those few steps and stepping into the alcove.

You sit on a bench with your eyes closed, an expression of serenity written on your face and Lindir’s mouth fall agape as his heart begins to race. You hear the movement and you open your eyes, shifting your gaze at Lindir. A small smile appears on your face.

“Good evening, my lord,” you greet and for a moment, Lindir can’t find his ability to speak.

“Good evening, my lady. Would you mind if I joined you?”

“Not at all. Please, sit down,” you tilt your head, pointing him to a spot next to you and Lindir blushes slightly but keenly takes a seat.

“You appeared to be quite agitated earlier, when we came. Not often you’re visited by dwarves, I assume?”

“I don’t remember hosting such a numerous company in quite some time.”

“And troublesome, right?” you chuckle, knowing very well how your companions behave; Lindir only nods his head, a tight  smile spreading his lips.

“What did they do after I left?” you inquire curiously, although with a hint of dread in your voice.

“They’re having a bath in a fountain,” Lindir mumbles, his voice hinted with shock and you gasp.

“I, uhm… I apologize. I should’ve kept an eye on them, but they can be too much sometimes.”

“And you needed a break, I understand it.”

“You came here for a break, too?”

Lindir nods again, offering you a shy smile.

“I did, yes. But then I saw you and couldn’t-“ he stops talking abruptly, turning his terrified eyes at you. Your eyes grow wide as you realize what he was about to say.

“You couldn’t what? Please, finish,” you whisper, leaning to him, your gaze fixed solely on his face.

“I couldn’t help myself from approaching you. You, my lady, have a hold on me nobody else ever had and I am not quite sure whether is good or not. A mere glance at you fills me with uneasiness although the feeling is pleasant. There is a warmth, a serenity surging through me as I look at you. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

“If I can be honest be with you, I feel the same,” you admit bashfully, lowering your eyes on your hands, folded on your lap, and Lindir inhales sharply, evidently surprised by your confession. He examines your expression – paled face and big, unsure eyes and a thought crosses his mind.

“Is there a reason you’re afraid? Are those feelings alarming you because you’re-“

“I’m not promised to anyone, Lindir,” you rush to assure him, taking his hands in yours. Your skin tickles at the contact and you make to withdraw but Lindir holds your hands firmly, gently stroking his thumbs over your knuckles.

“Y/N, forgive me for my straightforwardness, but… can we change it? Can we become promised to one another? I know you will depart soon, however I wish for you to be certain that I shall be waiting for you here. Whenever you decide to come back – if ­you decide to return here – I shall welcome you. This I promise.”

“Then, Lindir, let me promise you this – should the quest be over, once I have the chance, I shall make my way to Rivendell, to you. No matter the outcome, no matter what I’ll be offered. I’m yours and to you, I will return.”

Pure happiness lights up Lindir’s eyes and you grin joyfully, allowing your eyes to show much more than your voice can express. Initially, you were reluctant to confess your feelings, but now, as you learnt that Lindir reciprocated your affection, you’re sure that nothing can make you happier, not even reclaiming Erebor.

To love and be loved in return is the most wonderful feeling and you are glad that the journey brought you to this treasure, to your One.

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