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inthememetime · 3 years

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This seems really cool

Line: “If you could disregard their words as easily as you disregard my own, we need not be having this discussion.”

Fandom: The Hobbit

Emoji: 🤬

Pairing: I'm not sure if you're into writing x reader fics, so feel free to completely ignore this part if you aren't and write with whatever characters you see fit, but maybe a kili x reader?

Thank you for the ask!

Pairing: KílixReader, implied Bagginshield (it's literally 1 sentence though)

Summary: Gender & ethnicity neutral human reader (hereafter referred to as You or Y/N) and Kíli are very much in love. Before retaking Erebor, no one batted an eye at Kíli, a hunter and jeweler, marrying the human bastard child of a prostitute. Now that he's in line for a throne, however, Dain, his daughters, and several of his other cousins have been harassing you to get you to leave. The arrival of his mother, who you haven't met yet, instigates an argument that might end your relationship.

Rating: PG or PG-13.

"Please tell me you're joking, (YN)." Kíli's eyes are oddly hard; they're red rimmed, and you feel awful for making him cry, but they're cold now. Angry. You'd known he was a hunter, but you'd never felt quite so hunted.

"I'm not. We've talked about this before, and me leaving- it's just the best way." You've made this argument before. It's been no secret that Kíli's family wants him to marry a dwarrow or dwarrowdam of high rank, and a human born of a prostitute and no father is neither.

"The best way for what?"

You huff and toss a rolled up tunic at him. "Do we have to go over this again? Can't we just-"

His gaze still hasn't moved or softened. "Humor me." And that isn't a request from the dwarf who caught your attention by making you laugh, but an order from a prince.

You sit down and manage to tear your face from his. If you look at him now, your leaving will be pushed back just another day. And another. And eventually you'll grow old, he will not, and you fear it. You fear a life filled with wondering if this will be the last time you argue. If this will be the last time he tries to get you to stay.

The entire time the two of you have been together, about half his family has been supportive while the other half- who firmly believed that species shouldn't mix- have done nothing but harass you and make you miserable. And now his mother will finally be coming with the last caravan from the Blue Mountains. You've met enough mothers you know she'll hate you too.

"There are expectations of you, as a prince. You have to marry someone who can give you full blooded heirs, someone who can rule beside you if the worst happens. And I-"

You feel your throat constricting, and you force your next words through a throat that feels as if it's filled with cold porridge. "I just want you to be happy. And I can't give that to you. Even if I could, I've got what- 60, 70 years left if I'm lucky? When I die, you won't even be middle-aged for your people, but you'll be alone."

He gives a heavy sigh. "If you could disregard their words as easily as you disregard my own, we need not be having this discussion."

"I don't disregard any of them." You return.

"We only love once, we dwarrow. It's how we're built. So I have two options, really. Look at me."

You don't want to, but Kíli tugs on your shoulder gently, and you've never really been able to refuse him anything.

"Here are my options. My first, and the one you seem to enjoy the most for some strange reason, is to say my goodbye, watch you leave, lose the 60 or 70 years we might have, and probably start hating my family for driving you away. There won't be any children in this scenario, pure blooded or not. No marriage. Just being alone."

You open your mouth to object, but he taps your lips just once with a finger in warning. "No, you've said your piece a hundred times. I'm saying mine now, and you'll listen."

He moves his hand away when you nod. "Now here's option two- actually, there's three now that I think of it. Option two is we get married. They don't have to like it. We're both adults in our respective species, so by dwarrow law, they can like it or leave us alone. The very worst thing they can do is say I'm not fit to rule; my brother's already courting a 'dam, so I wouldn't anyway. No great loss there. We enjoy our time together, anyway."

"And option three is me leaving the mountain with you. I'm no great shakes at smithing, but if we go to a big enough city, I'm very good at jewelry. We go, hide from my family until you die, and then I decide whether to come back or not."

You feel sick, somehow, with the third one. Pulling your dwarf away from his family and his mountains feels somehow very wrong.

"I don't know, I-"

"Think about it." He says, more gently this time. "I've already told my family those options too." You look at him in shock. "Yes, yes, I did, don't look so surprised. Fí is fine with it- said he voted for option two and mum jumped down his throat about how it wasn't a joking matter."

"And- and the rest?" You ask, not daring to hope for anything.

"Uncle Thorin recommended a few cities that were nicer to dwarrow than most- I'm pretty sure he's making a list. He also said that he's the king, not my cousins, and if he needs to make it an order for Dain and his daughters to leave me be, he will." He shook his head. "Amad, apparently, has asked for a list of the kin involved, and Balin's trying to make sure she doesn't get it to avoid a 'diplomatic incident.'"

Despite your tears, his frankly terrible imitation of Balin's dry tones make you laugh a little.

"So think about it. And know that if Amad has anything to do with it, my cousins will be banished, dead, or both. After all, my uncle married a hobbit, who's to say I can't marry a human?"

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