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fallenangeloflight · 1 year
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Kili: In my defence, I was left unsupervised
Raewyn: Wasn't Fili with you?
Fili: In my defence, I was also left unsupervised
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Imma post things like this in hopes of a happy ending @luna-writes-stuff
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sorisooyaa · 2 years
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From the Beginnings to the Endings
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Hi @laurfilijames sorry @i-did-not-mean-to here asked me to tag you to this,,, hehe! I’m gonna break everyone’s hearts tonight welp. Here @linasofia​ see this too lol! I’M ACTUALLY CRUEL OMGAHH!!
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fortheloveofdeaddove · 3 months
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The Magnificent Centuries
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Chapter 7 available here on Ao3.
Fandom: The Hobbit
Rating: Explicit, DEAD DOVE
Summary:
Featuring Thorin/Kili, Bilbo/Thorin, Dis/Thorin, etc etc. This IS a harem fic, after all.
In a much harsher universe where Erebor never fell but slavery and injustice abounds, an ancient prophecy has come to light for that threatens the existence of all dwarrow kind. Bilbo Baggins must navigate his way to the top of King Thorin' harem after the destruction of his home and people. Along the way he faces rivals for Thorin's affections who will go to any lengths to prevent the Hobbit's rise. Meanwhile, Fili struggles with his unrealized love for his brother while doing everything in his power to protect him from the machinations of the harem. He must do this all while not endangering his heir status by challenging or questioning his uncle's authority, or getting too close to Kili.
Featuring Dark Fuck Prince/King Thorin, lots of abuse of the Dwarrow Scholar Khuzdul dictionary, world building that Tolkien most assuredly would have taken issue with, so, SO much incest, historical bastardizations, and a teeny, eensy widdle bit of heart.
Speaking of which, this isn't for you if yours is faint. So mind those tags and fly, you fools, lest you live to be good morning'd by Belladonna Took's son.
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8thparadox · 2 years
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I gave Fi this colorful elbow patch in all my drawing of him as part of my headcanons about his brother acutally> This was the first thing Kili sewed for his apprenticeship as a leather-worker. Kili started the apprenticship under his father, but Vili died around halfway through. Still Kili continued the apprenticeship under a new master and finished the apprenticeship before even reaching the age of 60 and becoming an adult. Not being able to get a job yet, Kili took on a second apprenticship as a hunter. When he turns 60 he declared hunting as his career instead, as this is a much greater need for hunters in Ered Luin and Kili wants to earn personal income. (All through the next 17 years before the quest Kili continued to treat his own leathers, and though he had no leatherworking master and therefore could not qualify to be a master himself, Kili made a masterpiece anyways, just for himself.)
Kili gifted his first creation to his brother, who sewed it onto his jacket. Fili carefully un-attaches and re-attaches the patch to every new jacket that he gets.
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Dis: Kili, can you pass me the onions? Dis: I mean the carrots! No! The lettuce! No! The forks! No! The fridge! Fili: Do you mean the salt? Dis: …yes. Fili: Also, I'm not Kili.
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grntre23 · 20 days
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the king that never was
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kierancaz · 8 months
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Soo I saw that you were looking for some writing inspiration/requests and I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a Thorin x Reader fic where Reader is part of the company and both of them really admire each other but are too afraid to admit it at first and before they confess their feelings there's some sort of miscommunication?
This just came to my mind and I hope it could inspire you a little :)
hey !! thanks so much for requesting something !! I tired my best but I have not written for Thorin before so sorry if he's a little ooc haha. Also sorry this took so damn long I kept starting and stopping and also screwed up my sleep schedule and then 3 days in a row kept getting stomach aches and just couldn’t write more than three lines T_T. If it feels inconsistent or confusing I’m sorry I got lost in the sauce and COULDN’T FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS DOING but I hope you enjoy anyway :)
warnings : none details : reader is human, marriage plot that isn’t super important besides like ^^ the request
pre-post edit: I just went back and read the request again and this might not actually be what you asked for so uh, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna post this anyway bc well it’s written but if you don’t like it lmk and I will try again :)
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𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
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It was safe to stay that Thorin was not the happiest camper when you joined the company, but he couldn't deny that you intrigued him a bit. Only a little though, you must understand.
You had joined the company a fair bit later, when they were stopped by the tolls. You had arrived just before Gandalf and saw the group tied up. You were going to ignore them and just carry on your way, after all it wasn't any of your business. But watching the little hobbit try and stall for time while none of the dwarves caught on was amusing enough for you to lend your aid. You had a talent for sneaking around, you made no noise when you walked, had no scent you left behind, and with little effort could blend into any environment.
You crept up onto the rock behind where the group of dwarves was tied and dug around in your bag until you pulled out a mirror. The sun was coming up and just peaking over the rock that the trolls had been staying behind. Laying down flat you brought the mirror in front of yourself and moved it until it caught the sunlight and began to reflect it. You bounce it around for a moment, attempting to get a good angle. Finally, you hit the troll standing farthest away right in the face, there was a small noise it made but it was cut off by it's mouth turning to stone. Quickly its head and shoulders and chest also turned to stone.
"Huh, you say something?" The one troll that had been talking to the hobbit said as he turned around along with the other one that was standing over by the fire. They both gasped and the one that had been talking to the hobbit rounded on the little guy again, "what did you little ferret do?!"
"Ferret?" The hobbit stuttered for a moment, doing his best to hop away but fell on his butt. "N-Nothing, I- we didn't do anything."
"Why you little-" The troll made to grab the hobbit but you quickly adjusted your mirror and light been to hit the troll on the side of the head. It started to turn to stone and in an attempt to stop it the troll reached up to block the light but only managed to turn his hand to stone. The other troll shrieked in terror.
"The dawn will take you all!" Cried someone from atop the bolder with a booming voice. A second later he slammed his staff down and the bolder cracked in two, letting the sunlight pour through. All the trolls turned quickly to stone and the dwarves set quickly to setting themselves free. You slid back down the bolder and pocketed your mirror. For some reason, you didn't immediately leave.
"I think we owe someone our thanks." Said a older white haired dwarf as he walked up to you. Gandalf followed him.
"Y/n, fancy running into you here, though I can't say I'm upset." The old wizard smiled at you. You smiled back at him.
"Good to see you too, Gandalf." You turned and offered a bow to the old dwarf and "the name's Y/n, at your service."
The old dwarf smiled, he seemed very pleased with your politeness, and bowed back, "Balin, at yours."
"Is this the company you mentioned Gandalf?" You asked turning back to your old friend.
"What do you know of this company?" Came a rumbling deep voice from your left. You hadn't realized that someone else had joined you. His arms were crossed and judging by the slight crease in his brows he was not very happy.
"Ah- well," you cleared your throat and looked to Gandalf for help but he offered none. "You must be Thorin," you bowed the same as you did for Balin. "I know of your journey, Gandalf told me." Yes, blame the old wizard, that's fine.
Thorin turned to Gandalf with a glare, silently demanding an explanation from him. Gandalf cleared his throat and shifted his weight on his feet slightly, "I first asked Y/n to be our burglar, however she refused me."
"I had family business to attend to at the time." You said and Thorin turned his glare onto you, you stiffened slightly and suddenly wished you didn't say anything at all.
"What are you doing here now?" Thorin asked.
"Well... I was looking for you guys. I figured if I followed your road I'd come across you eventually."
"Why?" Thorin was not looking very pleased. You felt small under his stare and began to fiddle with your hands.
"I was hoping that, well, you may have room for another walker in your company?" Your expression changed into something unsure as you shrugged your shoulders. All Thorin did was stare and you glanced at Gandalf for help.
"She can be of use Thorin, she's very quiet this one, great for sneaking around." Gandalf nodded his staff towards you.
"She also did just save our skins." Added Balin and you were very grateful he had not walked off.
Thorin thought for a moment, but it felt like en eternity. He eyed you up and down before turning away and beginning to walk off. "Fine. But don't slow us down. If you do you'll get left behind."
You've been traveling with the company since then. So far you've made very good friends with everyone but particularly Fili, Kili, Balin and Bilbo. Over time you've also begun to greatly admire the leader of this company, Thorin.
You couldn't deny that you thought he was attractive, you had thought that from the moment you met him. But it was more than just looks you liked about him, you admired how much he cared for his people, his sense of duty to bring them back to their home in Erebor. He carries such a huge burden all on his own and is able to do it with grace and dignity, you understood a little of what that meant, though on a much smaller scale. He was brave and even though he was a king he was always first to throw himself into a fight to protect those around him. And even though he seemed cold on the surface it's very obvious that he cares for all his companions and would do whatever it took to make sure they were safe.
"Watcha lookin' at?" You jumped, Kili had his face right next to yours leaning over your shoulder. He laughed and sat on the rock next to you with his back facing the fire, you smack his arm.
"How long were you there?" You grumbled.
"Oh I don't know, long enough to notice you staring dreamily off at my uncle." He clasped his hands together out in front of him and bat his eyelashes at you in a teasing manner before bursting out laughing like someone told the most hysterical joke known to man.
"I was not! I was just thinking and I zoned out..."
"Sure, sure, whatever you say." Kili said once he stopped laughing. "You know you're so obvious right? Everyone sees it."
"Sees what?" You asked with a raised eyebrow and Kili rolled his eyes.
"That you're in love with him!" Kili hit you on the shoulder. "I think it's a good thing personally, Thorin needs someone like you. Someone fun who can lighten his mood, he's always so stoic these days, believe it or not he used to be fun."
"I'm not in love with him." You said and put your chin in your hands, your mood had soured and Kili didn't understand why. "I'm due to be married."
Oh. Oh. Thorin stopped listening.
He had realized you're staring a while ago. He thought, or maybe hoped, that you where staring at him, but it seems you really where just zoned out and didn't realize you where looking in his direction. He started paying attention more when Kili wandered over and tuned in when the two of you started talking. But now he didn't want to listen, you were probably going to go on talking about whoever it is that you're going to be married to and he didn't want to hear it.
"You ok there laddie?" Balin asked appear at his side.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" And it came out a little more snappy than he would've liked.
"No particular reason, just looked like you were staring off into space. But by your tone it sounds like something is on your mind?" Thorin thought for a moment before deciding he shook his head.
"I'm going for a walk." Was what he settled on and he got up and left.
"You what?!" Kili said in shock. "What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said. Once I go back home I am to be wed."
"You don't sound very happy about it..."
"I'm not." You said. "I don't want to marry him."
"Then why are you?" Kili sounded almost mad. You furrowed your eyebrows at him.
"Because I have to Kili. I'm the oldest in my family and with our dad dead I have to be the one to bring in money somehow. There aren't many jobs for women where I am and this guy has enough money to keep my family off the streets and well fed. The reason I decided to seek out this company and join the adventure is because this is the last one I'll be able to go on..." Kili was silent.
Suddenly he shot up on his feet and rounded the rock to stand in front of you. "Thorin is a king. We are going to reclaim our home that is filled with mountains of gold. Tell Thorin you love him and then you can be happy and save your family! It's as simple as that!"
"Thorin is a king. It's not as simple as that."
Kili was making that face he does when he's confused and upset. Eyebrows creased together, pouting, and over all looking like a sad puppy dog. "Get up," he said and tugged roughly on your arm to pull you to your feet.
"What are you doing?!" You half shouted at him as you tried to pry yourself free. "Let me go you lunatic!"
"I'm looking for my uncle." He said and you froze for a second before beginning to fight him again. "He deserves to be happy and so do you, all it takes is for you to admit your feelings to him."
"How do you know that's all it takes?" You snapped and stopped struggling for a moment. "How do you know he thinks of me in the same way I think of him?"
You were every serious, Kili however was not and was looking at you like you had just said the stupidest thing he had ever heard. He sighed exasperatedly, your face crumpled in confusion. "Where is he? Do you see, Thorin?"
You took a look around the fire, "um, no, I don't."
Thorin was walking through the woods, he could still see the campfire and hear the voices of everyone so he wasn't far if anything went wrong, but he was far enough that he couldn't properly see any of the individual figures. You had a fiancé? You were going to be married. Thorin didn't know how to describe how he was feeling in this moment. Upset? Mad? Disappointed? Perhaps blindsided was the word, but how could just being blindsided by this information be enough to make him feel this bad. Why did he even care so much?
Well actually he knew why he cared so much. It probably had something to do with that intense warmth that spread throughout him whenever he looked at you. That tightening in his chest whenever you smiled, even if it wasn't at him.
He had noticed a while back the way he was beginning to think of you, but he shoved it down. Hid it away in fear that it would start to interfere with this quest. He needed to make a conscious effort to treat you the same as everyone else. But he still always caught himself wondering if you were tired and needed to rest, if you were warm at night, if you had enough to eat or drink. After a battle or after running away from orcs he always made it a point to check on you personally and he couldn't relax until he did so.
When you first met he thought you were attractive. Just a passing acknowledgement that, for a human, you were nice to look at. But over time, after seeing the way you would blend with the others in conversation, how even though you were the best fighter you still valued the others safety and were willing to put yourself at risk, how much Fili and Kili liked you. You were so kind and unassuming and you always offered to help.
One thing that stood out to Thorin, and that he especially admired about you, was that you stood up to him. It might sound weird, but he liked that you questioned him, and when you thought he was wrong you pointed it out. It didn't happen often, but when you did say he was wrong about something you were usually right. You argued with him when no one else did and somehow he thought that was very attractive of you.
He let out a long sigh and rubbed his temples, all of this thinking was useless. And also making him feel worse, like the hole in his chest was growing. The laughing from around the fire tuned him fully back into his surroundings and with one last look around (so he could at least say he was checking the parameter) he started to head back to camp. As he exited the trees and came back into the little clearing he heard the sound of his nephew.
"Aha! There he is!" Looking to his left Thorin saw Kili and he was pulling you with him. Well, not so much pulling as he was dragging, you were tripping over your own feet with every step and looked about ready to fall.
Kili then yanked you forward, practically throwing you into Thorin with a grin on his face that Thorin just knew meant that Kili knew something he didn't. Thorin reached out and caught you before you could face plant. "Kili, what's going on?" You scoffed as you stood up straighter and brushed yourself off, you had a very sour look on your face that just made Thorin more confused and slightly concerned.
"Y/n has something to talk to you about." He said and winked before running off to go whisper about something with his brother. There was a long stretch of silence and it was very quickly becoming awkward.
Thorin cleared his throat, "there's something you wanted to talk to me about?"
You jumped slightly, Thorin was standing there, hands clasped behind his back and face as un-telling as ever. You chuckled, "oh, uh, it's nothing really. Not that important or anything, you know Kili this is just one of his- uh- things..."
Thorin just grunted in response and turned away. You probably could've used this opportunity to run away but for some reason you didn't. There was another long silence, the two of you just standing next to each other and looking at the rest of the company sitting around the fire. At some point you saw Gandalf look over at you two and when he looked away you could've sworn there was a knowing smile on his face.
"I hear you're getting married once you return home after the journey." Thorin said suddenly.
"What?" You said whirling to face him, "how do you know about that?"
"I over heard you and Kili talking about it." He answered simply and without looking at you. You creased your brows before turning back to look at the company and the fire. Thorin glanced at you, "whoever he is, he's a lucky man."
"And I an unlucky woman." You said with a huff. "I don't want to marry him."
"Oh? Why not?" Thorin asked and turned to you.
"Why? Well for one he is the most arrogant self righteous man I have ever met. He thinks he's the gods gift to man and that everyone he interacts with owes him something. The only reason I even agreed to this arrangement with him is because if I don't my family will lose everything. I much rather marry-- someone else."
After your rant Thorin was feeling significantly lighter. He caught your stutter at the end and the side of his mouth corked up. "Y/n, what was it Kili wanted you to tell me?"
You turned to look at him, eyes wide, but were comforted by the smile on his face. "Well," you said looking up and away to avoid eye contact and clasping your hands in front of you. "Kili wants me to tell you that I'm in love with you. And I am, in love with you I mean."
Thorin chuckled and you peaked back at him, he had a soft smile on his face. "Maybe you're not as unlucky as you thought armâlimê.”
You opened your mouth like you were going to say something, but then what he said seemed to register. You paused and then looked over at him, “what did you just call me?”
He smiled at you softly and took your hand and looked down at it as he spoke, “we can figure out what to do about your family’s situation after the quest, I trust it won’t be to hard to find a solution then.”
Silently your hand tightened around his, touched by what he had said. “And just for the record,” he added looking up into your eyes, “I love you too.”
From a little ways away, over by the fire, you could hear whispered cheers and groans, and the clink of coins being exchanged. You looked over and Kili grinned back, shooting you a thumbs up and you couldn’t help but laugh feelings as light as air and happier than you ever have before.
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shadebloopnik · 6 months
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I was rereading an old Bagginshield fic, An Eye For Quality (arguably my favorite FemBilbo fic, especially with how her gender makes a huge difference with her upbringing), and stumbled on this part.
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I remembered how I laughed dead at it back then and I STILL found it hilarious so here's a badly made doodle of it(rushed before i loss inspo to do it lmao)
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I know it really isn't that funny but my humor is dead and its HILARIOUS to me so I made it everyone else's problem
(pardon how weird it looks, im horrible at drawing beards and men and dwarves in general no matter how I love them. Also am lazy so :b)
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ai-katsuu · 1 year
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dís but in the blue mountains she’s singing ‘once upon a december’ and it’s referring to erebor. based on this erebor tiktok 
“far away, long ago
glowing dim as an ember
things my heart used to know
things I yearn to remember”
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~The Best Of Intentions~
Chapter 13
This chapter is still a little bit too rough for my personal taste, but I am at a loss as to what else I can do with it. THis entire fic is a roough draft, and i plan to flesh it out once I've finished. I am planning on making this a trilogy of sorts. The ideas and direction i want to take are just too much for one book length fic.
Any constructive critisism is most welcome.
*Another important author note! I realize the approach I'm taking with Arda historical events/family ties is not exact according to canon. I have done alot of reading and research and I am weaving my OC and her people in. The timeline on certain events may speed up due to certain *changes* that occur. The dwarven history is so rich and fascinating and i have really enjoyed adding my own little twists.
Hope you enjoy! Happy trails.
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Chapter 12
The next week passed in a dreamlike blur. Mistlynn found herself swept up in a whirlwind of erratic emotions, the first being excitement and wonder in her newly established relationship with the formidable King Under the Mountain.
She was scared to label it as love and felt it unfair to brand it as such when she couldn't even understand what that kind of love was. This was obviously different from the love she felt for her father, Argos, and even Valinn. Not the same as the love she held for Luna.
This feeling she felt for him came from deep within her. It was fire, all-consuming. Heated. The desire and need to see and be with him was growing stronger with each passing day, she couldn't deny that even if she tried. It was the kind of emotion that made her heart ache, yearning for his presence when she could not see him throughout the day.
This struggle of not knowing led perfectly into the second emotion of an all-encompassing fear. She was not as naïve to think that she was going to live life as she always had. Besides the obvious changes in her living situation, sturdy rock walls and roof, unmovable and sturdy over her head; she was expected to be something that she never had to prove to be before.
A lady. And not just any lady, but a lady about to become a Queen to a living legend of a King, in the mightiest Dwarven Kingdom in all Arda.
If that wasn't a sobering realization, she didn't know what else could be. She had not been prepared for a role of leadership in her kingdom. She had been allowed to pursue her desire to be an in formidable warrior. She would have eventually married another warrior within her kingdom, but no one that held a position of power. She felt woefully unprepared to this life that was suddenly thrust upon her. But she couldn't bring herself to turn back now, she was in too deep with Thorin. Whatever it was she felt for him, she knew she could not walk away from him. She just knew she would fade, like a fire slowly losing the air that encouraged it to burn. She had to push ahead, and just hope that she wouldn't lose herself in the process.
Which is why she found herself in her current situation. She was wearing another breathtaking gown of Durin's blue perfectly form fitted to her body, her hair a cascade of platinum curls running down her back in tamed waves, and her face enhanced with rouge, eyelash tint, and lip oil. She was holding onto Thorin's arm tightly as she shifted nervously from one foot to another.
"This is just an announcement, M'eudail. There is no need to be nervous." Thorin leaned down to whisper in her ear, sensing her nervousness. His low timbre would have had its normal calming affect if it had been any other occasion.
"The King of Mirkwood and Dale are currently awaiting with all of Erebor to hear of our engagement Thorin, not an update on the weather or your recent trade agreement with Rohan." Mistlynn's smile was forced through clenched teeth as she stared resolutely at the door that would lead them out to the Hall of Kings.
Thorin looked down at her, his expression not hiding his concern. His other hand came to rest on top of hers. He was about to speak as Dis, Fili, Kili, Dwalin and Balin walked up behind them.
"Ready?" Balin smiled.
"As ready as I can be." Mistlynn groused, shifting again. Her tone made guilt jab Thorin in the gut. He was about to ask if she would like to be excused from accompanying him when a loud clatter of metal hitting the ground captured everyone's attention.
Thorin caught the slight twitch of her lips as she let a curse slip out under her breath. He raised an eyebrow. "What was that?" His tone had slight amusement coloring it.
She cleared her throat before crouching down and removing one of her daggers from underneath her skirts. Fili and Kili standing behind them concealed their laughs poorly, their shoulders shaking as they fought the urge to laugh out loud.
"Mistlynn! What on Mahal's green earth! Where did you get that?!" Dis gasped as she took the dagger from Mistlynn's hand before shooting her sons an accusing glare.
"It's difficult to properly attach a sheath on one's leg when wearing a fully cinched corset I'll have you know." Mistlynn huffed, trying to not make eye contact with any of her companions. Thorin started shaking his head as he started to chuckle.
“What are ye thinkin ya need a dagger for lass?" Dwalin couldn't disguise the humor in his voice, talking over the pained gasps of Fili and Kili who were losing the fight to not laugh.
"It never hurts to be prepared, Master Dwalin. Dinners and events have plenty of opportunity for enemies to take advantage of one's guard being down." She gestured emphatically, in turn making Thorin bite his bottom lip to fight the smile threatening to take over his face.
“Sounds like my kind of dinner." Dwalin groused as he shot Thorin an amused look.
"I don't know what kind of events you've experienced, my dear, but I assure you such measures are not needed." Balin chuckled, shaking his head his head at his brother's remark.
Dis gave her sons a stern look. Kili was wiping his eyes as tears of mirth rolled down his cheeks as Fili rubbed his face as he fought to get his snickering under control. She held out her hand to Mistlynn. "I know you Mist!" she growled. "Hand them over. Now."
Mistlynn's eyes widened before narrowing as she put her hands on her hips. "I should be allowed at least one weapon on my person!"
"Oh, I know for a fact you have more than one! Now hand them over." Dis stepped closer, her tone and expression giving no room for argument.
The two dams glared at each other challengingly, before Mistlynn rolled her eyes and growled in defeat. "Fine!" She lifted her skirts, making Balin and Dwalin turn away swiftly in surprise, Dwalin sputtering in shock as Balin just chortled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "She is Thorin's One, are you truly surprised?" he asked aloud.
At his comment, Fili and Kili lost the fight and burst out in breathless laughter while Thorin's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as he watched, dagger after dagger emerge from underneath her skirts. Mist shoved each one, along with their sheaths into Dis's waiting arms.
By the time Mistlynn was done, Dis was holding six daggers and sheathes in her arms, her look full of sarcasm and resignation. "What? No war mount? I'm almost disappointed." Dis drawled, as she turned and handed the weapons to a shocked guard.
Mistlynn straightened out her skirts with sharp, jerky movements. "That would be in my wedding gown." She replied dryly.
Thorin snorted loudly and covered his mouth with his hand, as his nephews continued to die from laughter behind him. They were now leaning against each other, as Dwalin surprisingly gave in and joined in on the laughter.
Balin ran his hands down his beard as he fought to tame his chuckles. "Alright, now that's done. We don't want to keep our guests waiting." He shot a reprimanding look over his shoulder at the princes and his brother, but the sternness was lost as he watched them fight to control their mirth.
Thorin was still standing next to the disgruntled warrior princess, his hands crossed over his chest as he looked up towards the ceiling, trying to get his expression under control. "Six? Were six truly necessary?"
Mistlynn huffed. "If I am to be expected to wear these death traps on a daily basis, I need to ascertain the best way to carry my weapons on my person and how to move in them without tripping myself."
“It appears you can retire now Dwalin." Kili snickered, prompting a harmless glare from the fierce warrior. "Mist can protect us poor, defenseless nobles."
"Utter nonsense, Mist. As future queen, it is unseemly to carry such weaponry within your own kingdom. One dagger perhaps. Not the whole armory!" Dis scolded, as her keen eyes scanned her friends figure suspiciously.
Mistlynn raised her chin defiantly as she wrapped her arm through Thorin's arm. Dis stepped in front of her and snapped her fingers and held her hand out demandingly. "Hand it over."
"Dis! She gave you everything!" Thorin protested, eager to move on with their evening.
“No, she didn't. Last one Mist, I mean it!" Dis stood resolute, authority seeping from her.
Mistlynn rolled her eyes while letting out a frustrated growl. Thorin watched in shock along with everyone else as his fiancé sucked in a deep breath and reached down in between her breasts. After a moment of adjusting herself, she pulled out a long, thin lethal looking dagger with a very lithe sheath over its deadly blade.
Dwalin threw his head back and laughed uproariously, slamming his hand on Thorin's back who was still staring, his jaw agape in shock. The princes joined in on the laughter anew, their laughs becoming pained gasps as they clutched their aching stomachs. "She puts you to shame brother!" Kili gasped between bouts of laughter.
Thorin was now sharing an incredulous look with his sister. "M'eudail, I'm starting to get the impression you think I am incapable of protecting you in my own kingdom."
"You and every male in this kingdom gets to walk around with their weapons at their side. Why am I not allowed the same privilege? Instead, I am made to wear these cumbersome gowns and these infernal shoes that make it nearly impossible to walk, let alone run!" Mistlynn's voice hid none of her frustration.
"It is the duty of Dwarrow's to protect their women. All dams are precious and are to be protected at all costs. Dam's may be trained in self-defense with a weapon but to have you fully armed would be seen as an insult to Thorin's ability to care and protect you." Balin explained patiently, not at all surprised that Mistlynn was struggling with this matter.
The fire in Mistlynn's eyes diminished slightly. "That was not my intention. I just feel defenseless and that I'm good for nothing but a trophy." Her tone was bitter, and she didn't recognize her error until it was too late to take back. The snickering from Fili and Kili stopped abruptly. Dwalin and Balin looked away uncomfortably. Thorin breathed in deeply and glanced at Dis with an apology evident in his eyes. Dis held her hand up, signaling that she would handle the situation.
Dis pulled herself to her full height, as she looked down at Mistlynn with feigned patience. "We are so much more than a 'trophy' as you so eloquently put it." She stated emotionlessly. "We support our men, and our kingdom by fighting with our wits, with our carefully chosen words. We are not rash, we think before we act, before we speak." She scolded coolly, making Mistlynn's face flush in shame. "You may be an accomplished fighter, and more capable defending yourself physically than any dam here in Erebor. But remember that you are not in your kingdom, and that you are indeed a stranger here. A stranger that needs to learn our customs and our social decorum; and accept the fact that things are done differently here, and that they are in place for good reason. You are to become Erebor's Queen, and more importantly, a wife to my brother and you must humble yourself and accept that you are no longer free to act without reaping the consequences of such childish actions."
"Dis." Thorin broke the awkward silence, "She didn't mean it as insult to you."
Dis sighed. "I know, but better she hears it from me than somebody else with a sharper tongue who only wants to see her fail." She grabbed Mistlynn's chin, who had been looking at her feet to hide her flaming face and forced her to look up. "Never bow your head. You take the criticism, and you learn from it. In front of our people, we must never show weakness, this I know you can do well. We will finish this discussion later."
Mistlynn swallowed thickly and nodded, keeping her eyes adverted from meeting anyone's gaze. She could feel Fili and Kili's sympathetic looks from behind her as they fell into place by Dis, behind her and Thorin.
"Let's proceed Balin." Thorin nodded towards the door as he took Mistlynn's hand and placed it through the crook of his arm. He squeezed her hand comfortingly as he led her after Balin. She couldn't bring herself to squeeze back, as the doors opened, and a deafening roar of cheering and clapping flooded her ears. She forced a smile onto her face as she stepped out on her One's arm.
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She navigated the evening in a distant haze. She had always had the tendency to drift, to detach herself from situations and people in moments of duress. She knew she was safe, and she knew that she was surrounded by friends and those who cared for her. She just couldn't help the feeling of mortification that had swallowed her after Dis's thorough tongue lashing. She knew she deserved it, without question. She had behaved abhorrently due to this desperation she found herself fighting in her moments alone.
She couldn't associate a reason to it, other than the simple fact that she found herself being pulled into a new orbit, away from what she knew. She knew it was for the better, that she chose this path for herself. She didn't want to live a lie any longer, and the world was so vast and full of wonder. Full of promises for a good life. She was now living a good life, with Thorin, with her new friends and this beautiful city that had arisen from the ashes like a victorious phoenix. It was poetic, really. She had arisen from near death, after losing all that had mattered to her in a world that no longer held anything for her; and had been given a new life, full of the promises of love and beauty.
So why was she fighting it? Why was she so scared of it?
She smiled and nodded to all their well-wishers, her hand holding onto Thorin's muscular forearm tightly. Her cheeks were aching, feeling as if her smile was permanently etched onto her face. She had the perfect answers for each question, showing off her quick wit and gift for effortless, well natured banter.
King Bard accompanied by his beautiful daughters had been a pleasure to meet. His well wishes had been heartfelt, and she found herself thankful they were such close neighbors and allies.
She had spotted King Thranduil across the room as he made his way towards them accompanied by Tauriel and another tall male elf with the same platinum hair as the king. They were impossible to miss, how they seemingly floated across the floor effortlessly.
Besides Tauriel, they were the only pure elves she had ever met. It was startling to see they had the same color hair as hers. Her family were the only ones in the White Kingdom to have the platinum blonde hair, and it had been viewed it as a sign of their royal lineage. She knew that pure elves were immortal, and that there was a strong possibility Thranduil had personally known or knew of her ancestors.
Panic seized her. Was he a distant relative of the slain king? Was he going to seek revenge for the assassination of Thingol and the resulting downfall of Menegroth? She knew her ancestors in Belegost bore none of Nogrod's dispute over the Nauglamir, and since the priceless necklace was forever lost to the sea amidst the ruins of Beleriand, their innocence was not easy to prove. They were just as blood guilty in the eyes of all elves, this she knew. It had been ingrained in her from her teachings on her grandfather's lap. Thorin still didn't know the details of her ancestors and their story. The possibility that her association as Thorin's betrothed could ruin all alliances with Mirkwood if Thranduil knew or suspected her lineage. She couldn't let that happen.
Dain, who had been standing next to her and Thorin with Sindri on his arm, noticed Mistlynn's face was paler than usual and looked to see who was approaching. "Och now lass, pay the pretty tree shagger no mind, eh? He's harmless, too afraid to muck up his pretty hair." He whispered over to her conspiringly.
Sindri smacked his arm in admonition. "They can probably hear, ya great lummox." She seethed, as she shared a long-suffering look with Thorin.
"Just trying to assist the poor lass, she looks like she's seen a ghost." Dain grumbled.
Mistlynn couldn't even bring herself to smile at his attempt of humor as she watched them approach. The events of the day were beginning to weigh on her heavily, and this rather abrupt reminder of her family and kingdom unsettled her greatly. Thorin found her hand and squeezed it, drawing her eyes from the Elf King to him. "Are you alright?" he whispered, thankful that she was once again meeting his gaze. She had been avoiding looking at anyone directly since her exchange with Dis. She nodded stiffly, her jaw tense. What worried him most was how haunted her eyes now appeared.
Thorin turned, smiling politely as Thranduil and Legolas reached them with tame smiles on their faces. Tauriel shot a brief look of concern at Mistlynn from where she stood behind her king before bowing gently before Thorin.
"I'm glad to see you were able to join us." He nodded amicably towards the elves. "May I introduce my betrothed, Mistlynn."
Thranduil nodded graciously. "We were honored to receive an invitation to join you in celebrating this happy occasion. I was eager to meet the woman who managed to steal the heart of the King Under the Mountain. It is a pleasure to meet you, my Lady Mistlynn." His bright grey eyes landed on Mistlynn, and she found herself squeezing Thorin's hand tightly. It was hard to read him, and his very presence was imposing. She was told stories of the dynamic presence of elves, but she felt those stories were sorely lacking significant details. It was as if he was seeing right through her, peering into her past of her ancestors and their transgressions. She couldn't help but tremble.
Remembering herself, she curtsied and bowed her head gracefully. She could not allow herself to be cowed. "It is an honor to meet you, King Thranduil."
"I must say, rumors do not do your exquisite beauty justice. Very seldom have I had the pleasure of meeting a dwarrowdam, let alone one of your stunning features. What kingdom is it that you hail from?" He was looking at her, obviously intrigued yet not surprised that her hair color was a near match to his and his son's. It felt like her heart was hammering in the back of her throat. He knew something, there was no question of that.
"A small settlement farther North." Was her edgy reply.
"Interesting. I've heard stories that you ride a Dire-Wolf, my lady. It has been many centuries since I have seen or heard of a Dire Wolf rider, not since the Wars of Beleriand. I believe it was Azaghal of Belegost who rode a white Dire-Wolf when he defeated Glaurung, the Father of dragons."
Her smile was pained as she felt her mask cracking at the mention the famous dwarf warrior king who gave his life to defeat Glaurung. It was his blood that ran through her very veins. She had to change the topic and quickly. "I raised Luna from a pup, and since horses were so hard to come by it was just a natural solution to train her as a mount. Hardly a story of legend."
Thranduil cocked a lofty brow. "Most interesting." His smile was coy, "And you traveled all this way on your own? No kin?"
"No, just me. Last of my kin sadly." She pulled her hand out of Thorin's and stepped off to the side. "I hope you don't mind; I must excuse myself. I am absolutely parched and must seek refreshment."
Thorin looked at her, trying to contain his surprise. "I can have someone fetch you some…"
"I thank you, My King, but I truly don't mind. I could use a brisk walk anyways; this standing is making my feet ache." She hoped fervently that desperation wasn't bleeding through her words, as her eyes implored Thorin to understand her need to leave.
“I could use a drink too, Let me walk with you my dear." Sindri smiled winningly as she stepped behind Thorin to the other side of Mistlynn, linking her arm through hers. Thorin nodded begrudgingly. "Of course. I'll find you later."
Mistlynn tried to not exhale in relief. "It was a pleasure, King Thranduil." She nodded quickly before turning and practically dragging Sindri alongside in her haste.
"The pleasure was mine." Thranduil called after her as they watched her walk off and quickly disappear into the crowd.
The muscle in Thorin's jaw ticked as he stared off in the direction his fiancé disappeared. "I take it you are aware of Mistlynn's true origins. I'm surprised you know so much of dwarven history," His words were tense, still not quite grasping why she had lied to Thranduil. Of all the guests to lie to, honestly.
The Elf King chuckled, much to Thorin's surprise. It was a rare thing for Thranduil to chuckle, let alone while talking with a dwarf. "Belegost and Nogrod were allies to my distant kin in Menegroth. They fought side by side in the Wars of Beleriand and formed the Union of Maedhros. Due to my ties with Beleriand I became curious and made my own inquiries about this mysterious 'White Kingdom' and their origins. I gather she is nervous about me knowing about her rather unique lineage. It isn't hard to deduce that we share common … attributes. Certain characteristics that are not found in your kin, but rather mine."
Thorin swallowed thickly. "You would be correct in that assumption." He crossed his arms over his chest, turning his full attention to Thranduil, eyes flashing with an unspoken challenge.
"Legolas, Tauriel. Would you mind giving us a moment?" They both bowed promptly and left. Thorin turned to his left to see that Dain had managed to quietly wander off without him noticing, probably in search of company that didn't make him so uncomfortable.
"I understand her initial response of withholding such information to a stranger. I will not hold it against her. And after learning about her supposed … lineage and seeing her in person, It lays to rest some of my initial concerns regarding your request to consider a union between your youngest nephew and of my…Emissary."
Thorin raised his eyebrow as a smirk teased the side of his mouth. "That is good to hear. My nephew will be most pleased, as will Tauriel I'm sure."
Thranduil nodded. "We now live in the most interesting of times. And I do share your sentiment that we are stronger together than we are apart, especially with the darkness that is starting to rear its ugly head so close to our borders. My forests are becoming more overrun with this evil each passing day," He paused, and his face became somber. "And I do believe that some of that darkness is heading your way as well. In my search for information, I came across some disturbing stories regarding this White Kingdom. I am not accusing your intended of anything nefarious. But they are not mere nomads. They are a mixed race, all of them, And they possess the unrivaled skillset of both our races, and if my suspicions are correct her line is not to be trifled with."
Thorin cleared his throat, not liking the route this conversation was going. "What are your concerns exactly about her kingdom? She left of her own accord, due to a family tragedy."
Thranduil stepped closer to him. "I could not get a direct answer of their standing number. They are guarding their numbers fiercely. I have heard how skilled your intended is in the art of fighting, and I fear their numbers could easily outnumber ours if they choose to do so. Especially if they are as skilled as her."
"What makes you think they would want to leave their lands to invade ours? What are you not telling me?" Thorin tried to keep his temper level.
"The King of this White Kingdom is said to have one of the last seven rings of your race. And with the evil I know is awakening in our lands, they will not be immune to the influence of that ring if that evil chooses to sway them. You know the power that ring holds." Thranduil watched an old seeded fear flash through the dwarf king's eyes. "Just be aware. Her ancestors that escaped Belegost may have not had any part of Nogrod's treachery, but they lost their kingdom due to the turmoil that followed. They have lost their elven elders due to their fading; we can only speculate what they have been taught regarding our history. There are strong bloodlines of both our races that run strong in her kingdom. We cannot ignore that."
Thorin nodded in understanding, his mind racing with this information. "Thank you for sharing what you have learned. I haven't been able to uncover much, and Mistlynn is very reluctant to share such information."
"Knowing how long her Kingdom has stayed hidden from us, I am not surprised, I am sure she will reveal all to you as time passes. Finding your One is the greatest blessing the Valar has bestowed upon all of us, you both were meant to find one another in this life."
Thorin's smile was faint. The Elf King's words were still racing through his mind. Mistlynn's odd behavior wasn't helping his unease either.
"You said you had your suspicions of her lineage …" he let the statement hang in the air, not quite able to bring himself to ask the question.
Thranduil gave him a knowing look. "That is for your Lady to bestow upon you. After all, it is merely a suspicion of mine."
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Midamîn
Fíli x OC Tullaina (Midamîn = my happy place)
Warnings: talk about grief, losing a loved one, lots of sadness but also soft Fíli and... Fíli finally realizes something
Timing: this story happens about ten years before the quest, a few years before Adorable so Fíli and Tullaina are in their late sixties, early seventies (human equivalent of age 19-20 I think?)
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: This is a fic in Fíli’s POV. The title will make sense when you’ve read this story, it works for both Tullaina and Fíli, each for a different reason. This was a fic I wrote around one line of dialogue I had stuck in my mind for ages, and I commissioned the wonderful @mysandwichranaway​ to make this stunning artwork of my fic! They were incredibly fast and finished the art when I hadn’t even written down 100 words. Amazing!
@laurfilijames​ thinking of you 💚 
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The door opened with a loud croak, turning everyone’s attention from their dinner towards the young Dwarf entering the small living room. 
Blue eyes searched every face sitting around the table, looking for the one person they wanted to see, tired shoulders slumping even further when he couldn’t spot them. 
“Tullaina’s not home yet?” Fíli asked, even though he already knew the answer. 
Dís shook her head, the worry evident in her eyes although she tried to hide it. Thorin placed his hand on her shoulder, telling her it would be alright, but the encouraging smile Dís gave her brother in return didn’t fool Fíli. He may still be a young Dwarf, barely in his seventies, but he was old enough to know what the lines around her mouth meant. He’d seen them countless times before, every time he and his brother got into trouble or were home late or when someone mentioned his father. 
“We have to go out and look for her,” Kíli said, getting up from his seat.
“Sit down, Kíli,” Thorin spoke, his tone leaving no room for debate, “finish your soup.”
“But it’s already getting dark! It’s not safe for her to be out there!”
“And not for you either. She’ll come back when she’s ready. She always does.”
True, but she usually tells someone where she’s going or takes Kíli with her, Fíli thought. She hadn’t done either today. 
Today marks twenty years since the horrible mine accident where Tullaina’s parents lost their lives, along with too many other Dwarves. Tullaina had left around noon and she’d been visibly upset. Fíli and Kíli had shared meaningful looks but decided to give her space and talk to her when she returned. Kíli suggested taking her to the lower fields she loved so much and both brothers agreed it was a good way to try and cheer her up. But it was past dinner time now and she still hadn’t returned. 
Fíli took his usual place at the table and watched his mother and uncle eat their dinner in silence, his own meal left untouched. Kíli was staring at his empty plate, his thoughts no doubt on Tullaina… 
She was strong, Fíli would never dare say otherwise, but he also remembered how she was in those first months after their passing. Her eyes had lost their warmth, the dull brown a reflection of the sadness inside. She barely ate any food, refusing all sweets and treats, mumbling something about being unworthy. She had lost her spark. 
Kíli and her had been going on long walks to take her mind off things and to offer her a chance to talk in private. According to his brother, she never did. 
When Kíli had to start training and school again, Tullaina went on those walks on her own and she gradually started to turn back into her old self.
Of course there were still days where she was quiet and closed off - they all had days like that, losing a parent does that to you - but they always found support and comfort in each other. Fíli was willing to do anything in his power to make her happy, if it meant he would never see her like in those first months again. 
“Maybe Kíli and I could go look for her together, we only want to make sure she’s alright,” Fíli suggested, anxious to go and do something. He wasn’t the type of Dwarf to just sit down and wait. 
“Tullaina clearly wants to be alone, Fíli. We all process our grief in a different way, let us respect her wishes,” Thorin answered, his expression soft and kind.
“She shouldn’t be alone,” Kíli muttered, picking at his fingernails, annoyed that he couldn’t be there for her.
No, Fíli agreed, she shouldn’t. He couldn’t shake the image of her walking around in the dark with no destination in mind, just trying to find a way to get rid of the emptiness inside. Tullaina was fierce, she could definitely handle herself, but right now she was also vulnerable, consumed by her grief, an easy target for the dark figures that were looming around the village at night. 
When his father passed away, Fíli was lucky to have his brother and his family to support him. They made sure he knew he was loved, that he was allowed to grieve and always had someone to talk to or a shoulder to lean on. His mother and uncle Thorin did their best to fill the void his father left, without ever trying to replace him. Fíli never felt alone because they grieved together.
Tullaina’s entire family had been ripped away from her, there was no one left. No, that wasn’t entirely true, she could always count on Kíli. And him, even though their relationship had shifted in the last few years from being just friends to…to what exactly, Fíli hadn’t quite figured it out yet, he felt that ‘friends’ didn’t capture their dynamic anymore  - and of course she had Dís and Thorin, but he knew it wasn’t the same. They weren’t her real family. His mother had taken her in with the best intentions and he couldn’t be more thrilled about that, but they had unintentionally taken away the last thing she had left from her parents. Her home. 
Fíli’s eyes widened and his lips parted when he realized he found the answer. 
“I know where she is,” he said, more to himself than the others. 
He pushed his chair back and jumped to his feet, ignoring the protests from Kíli, his mother and uncle when he opened the front door. “I know where she is!” he yelled at them before the door fell into the lock, shutting out their replies. 
*
The streets of Ered Luin were almost completely abandoned, most of the mountain’s residents safely tucked away in their homes, enjoying their evening meal or taking rest after a day’s hard work. The few people who were still out greeted the young prince, but Fíli was too determined to reach his destination to acknowledge them as he ran by. 
He tried not to think about all the trouble she could’ve found herself in by now, every scenario worse than the previous one. No, he refused to let his mind go down that road. He had left his home on a hunch, not entirely sure Tullaina was where he thought she would be, but he simply had to check. Kíli was going to be furious that he went without him, most likely claiming he was the one who should have gone, being her best friend and all, but Fíli wanted to be the one to comfort her. Was it so wrong of him to be selfish for once? 
His feet followed the once so familiar path, not slowing down until he reached the narrow passageway on the outskirts of the mountain that led outside. Judging by the weeds and branches blocking the small gap between the rocks, it hadn’t been used for a very long time and it made Fíli second-guess his suspicions. It didn’t look like someone went through it recently. 
The cold mountain air whipped his face as he slowly climbed through the gap, careful not to tear his clothes on the branches. He was sure to face a good scolding from his mother upon his return for leaving like that at this time of night, and he really didn’t want to add torn clothes to the list. 
The Dwarf settlement in Ered Luin was located safely inside the mountain, the streets and houses skilfully carved into the stone. But it hadn’t always been that way. 
Some of the miner families used to live in small houses on a ledge outside the mountain and it was almost like a community on their own. Tullaina and her parents were  part of that community, so naturally Fíli and Kíli had spent a lot of time there.  
Fíli stared at the remnants of what once had been a busy street filled with food stalls, friendly conversation, laughter and mischief. A lot of mischief, he remembered fondly. 
But that had been before the accident, before the lives of the people who lived here were permanently changed. Damaged beyond repair. 
After the accident, the families moved back into the mountain one by one, the memories too painful to stay, leaving the abandoned houses at the mercy of the elements. Tullaina had an incredibly hard time leaving her childhood home behind so Fíli had a strong gut feeling this might be where he would find her. 
His hand never left the stone walls, acting as support as he tried to walk over the slippery cobblestones without planting his face in them. It was a good thing it was such a clear night, the moon doing her best to illuminate the overgrown ledge so Fíli could successfully avoid tree roots and other obstacles. How trees and other greenery were even able to grow here, he didn’t know. 
“Nature always finds a way I guess,” he muttered to himself. 
Tullaina’s house stood at the end of the street. A lovely small house, partially carved into the mountain but with a wooden front, making it almost look like a forest cottage that had oddly been misplaced. 
Fíli inhaled sharply as he noticed the rough shape it was in. The trees and undergrowth growing nearby were slowly but surely taking over everything, their branches reaching in through the cracks in the windows and wooden panels like fingers trying to rip out the frontage. The front door had lost the battle with gravity and hung half off its hinges, its green paint peeling off, revealing the rotten wood underneath.
The faint light of the moon gave everything an eerie glow and Fíli stood motionless, unable to fathom how it almost looked like the house itself was grieving too. 
The wind picked up and he knew he had to move quickly, it wasn’t safe for him to stay out here much longer. He gave the front door a gentle push, just enough to make room for him to climb through and step inside. 
If he had thought the outside was in a rough shape, it was nothing compared to what he found indoors. Furniture broken or tipped on its side, rugs torn or half-eaten by rodents, the branches making their way inside over the ceiling and he could see mold creeping up the walls, giving the whole space a musty old smell. The floor was littered with shards of glass from the broken windows, dry leaves and small twigs, their snapping and crunching echoing through the house every time Fíli stepped on them. 
There was nothing left of the warm and cozy place Tullaina once called home. It was enough to leave a bad taste in his mouth. Had it truly been the right decision back then, he wondered as he let his fingers glide over a dust-covered side table, one he recognized as the culprit of the scar on Tullaina’s left knee. Had there been no other option but to tear her away from all these memories? 
As the doubts started to take over and the secondhand guilt settled in his stomach, the image of a grief-stricken Tullaina appeared before his eyes and he shook his head to get rid of it. No, his mother had done the right thing. It was Tulls’ own choice not to come back here all these years, even though they had suggested it a few times. As his Uncle had said earlier this evening, they needed to respect her wishes. Even if he didn’t entirely agree with them. 
Where in Mahal’s name could she be, he wondered. His gut feeling had never been wrong before… He was about to go and test his luck on the rotten stairs when he heard something.
A sniffle.
“Tullaina?” he called out, his voice echoing loudly through the moon-lit room. No answer. 
Where was she? There was no way he had imagined the sound. Another choked sob reached his ears and his head jerked in the direction of the sound. The wooden floor croaked and protested under his weight as he carefully made his way further into the dim living room, his eyes flitting around looking for her. 
He found her hidden behind the beat and dusty couch, curled up on the worn red carpet, shivering and hugging herself for comfort. Her eyes were closed and there were still wet tear streaks on her cheeks.
“Here you are,” he said, trying to keep the relief out of his voice so she wouldn’t feel guilty about worrying him. He knew the guilt had been eating at her the entire day, there was no need for him to add more. 
She didn’t open her eyes, instead she hugged herself a little closer and tried to make her even smaller. Her whole frame showed what Fíli felt in that moment, pure and utter heartbreak. His instinct told him to go to her and take her in his arms where she would be safe, where he could try and make her feel whole again and hug her, show her that she was not alone, until all her tears were spent. But Fíli was afraid he would overstep. 
He chose to sit down on the wooden crate next to her instead of joining her on the rug, not knowing if she would welcome his presence. They sat like that for a while, the silence between them almost deafening to his ears but he was struggling to come up with something to say. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come alone, he thought, what if she preferred Kili to talk to instead of him, maybe he should go and hug her, maybe he- 
“It should’ve been me.”
She whispered it so quietly, Fíli had almost missed it.
Tullaina lifted her head and her eyes met his, full with unshed tears, just waiting for her to blink so they could spill and roll down her cheeks, but he knew they would not do anything to ease her sadness. Fíli’s resolve not to overstep melted like snow in front of a forge, without any hesitation he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his side. 
“I shouldn’t even be here,” she sobbed, hiding her face into the crook of his arm. Fíli felt how her tears soaked his tunic but he couldn’t care less. There was something else on his mind right now, something that made him purse his lips in frustration. He knew exactly what she meant with those words and he hated that she still felt like this.  
Tullaina has been blaming herself for the death of her mother ever since the accident. And Fíli understood where she came from. Every few days, her father forgot his lunch and Tullaina would go to the mines to bring it to him. On the day of the mining accident, she’d already made plans with Kili and him so her mother had suggested she would go and bring the lunch for once. They had hugged and said their goodbyes before Tullaina made her way over to the Durin’s house, not knowing it would be the last time she saw her mother. Or her father. 
It wasn’t her fault. 
It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. But that’s not how Tullaina saw it. 
Even after all these years, she felt responsible, as if she had been the cause of the explosion. If she had gone to the mines like she always did, her mother would still be alive today. It didn’t matter to her that in that scenario she would’ve been the one to die alongside her father. Fíli didn’t think he could’ve handled that. 
Thick, wet tears kept rolling over her cheeks onto his clothes while sobs racked her entire body, and Fíli could do nothing but his best to comfort her. 
“I-I know that I can’t change the way you feel, Tulls,” he began, carefully choosing his words, “but if it’ll help I can keep telling you that none of it was your fault. Because it wasn’t.”
She released a shaky breath. 
“It wasn’t your fault,” he repeated over and over again as he gently rocked her - he’d done this so many times with Kíli when he was still a pebble and had a nightmare, that he started doing it on instinct - until eventually her sobs died down a little. He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head upwards, but she kept her eyes fixed on the ground, too embarrassed to meet his. 
“Hey,” he spoke softly, almost cooing at her, “hey, look at me.” 
His free hand caressed her cheek ever so gently, softly wiping the remaining tears away. Fíli lowered his head and kissed the top of her head. The loving gesture made her look up, and when her brown eyes locked into his blue ones, Fíli all but lost his ability to breathe. He swallowed heavily when every possible emotion fought for the upper hand as he kept holding onto her. She was so close… 
A shiver ran through her body, which prompted Fíli to lazily rub her arm and whisper comforting words as she laid her head on his chest. They sat like that for a while, neither of them saying anything, simply enjoying each other’s company. He knew they should go back, but his selfish side kept him right where he was. 
“Every morning I thank Mahal that he didn’t take you away from me that day,” he confessed, his voice low but steady. The arm that was still wrapped around her shoulders tightened its hold in an unconscious attempt to bring her even closer. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Tullaina hummed quietly in response and Fíli wondered if she was even awake at this point. Maybe it was for the best. 
It was in that private moment Fíli realized why he could not lose her. He’d known this before of course, in the same way that he could not lose Kíli or his mother, but in the past few years it somehow always felt different with Tullaina, just like he felt that the term ‘friend’ didn’t really fit her anymore.
And now he knew.
It wasn't friendship he felt for her… It was love. 
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rucow · 1 year
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omg i can't believe who just made an appearance in trop!!!!
(part 2, part 3)
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transgenderknothead · 2 years
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hiii! first of all I want to wish you a good day/evening/afternoon/night depending on your time zone. secondly, I was wondering if I can request a Lotr romantic matchup/maybe some nsfw headcanons if you feel comfortable doing that ofc! if not just a romantic match is perfectly ok.
some things about me: I'm 5'6/167 cm, I am a sagittarius sun with a virgo moon and cancer rising, I am an ENFP. My favourite colours are purple, yellow, brown and green. I really like music(all genres), food(especially spicy food) and sleeping. When it comes to sports my favourite one is skiing and then I also know a bit of archery.
in terms of personality, I am very friendly and outgoing. I always try to make people around me feel comfortable and help them, but I can turn cold real quick when someone disrespects my family or friends. I am naturally flirty(if it makes sense?), especially with my friends. My humour mostly consists of dark humour, dad jokes, "bad/corny" puns and corny pick up lines or flirty pick up lines. I am also very very very sarcastic to the point where people don't know if i'm joking or not. despite all that, I cry very easily. if you raise your voice at me it's over. my brain shuts down and I start crying, same for when I am frustrated. My friends tell me that I am scary when I get angry (and I can see it somehow). I'm either very messy or very organised, there's no in between.
other then that uhh I am bi/pan(still trying to figure it out myself tbh). That would be all about me. Take your time&I will be looking forward to what you give me I am sure it will be amazing either way. I was wondering if I can be an emoji anon cause I also want to request a matchup for hobbit but not now since you probably need some time to write and I don't want to dump to much so you feel overwhelmed. If yes I would like to be 🍓 anon. if not that's still ok, i will simply mention in the hobbit one that it's me.
once again, hope you have a good day/evening/afternoon/night, and thank you in advance for the matchup. lots of love and support! mwah <3
(p.s: sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes ><)
Of course you can be 🍓 anon! I love it when people make themselves anons because that means my request flow becomes better. As for writing nsfw head canons, I don't feel comfortable writing smut for real people like anons or actors, but if you wanted an x reader nsfw that would have to be separate request. Also, in matchups pronouns are preferred but not required, it just helps me better figure out which character to ship you with.
As for who I ship you with, it would have to be Fili, I mean, you are fairly close in height and you know how to shoot? This man follows you around like a lost puppy, and his brother loves you too. Your extroverted and love music, so you fit right in with the dwarves. Thorin and Dis love you too, they see how well you two get along and how happy you make him, so they can't really hate you.
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Welcome!
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This is an LOTR/Hobbit blog! I will be posting things about my favorite characters and such.
Everything on this blog will be SFW, except for minor cuss words when necessary.
I am creating a tagging system of sorts. It’ll be for all of the stuff I’ve either reblogged or created. It’s still a work in progress:
#leggy your ada is here: Any Legolas content
#samwise my brave samwise: Any Samwise content
#kili how dare you die (angry/affectionately): Any Kili content
#tauriel deserved better: Any Tauriel content
#my dear frodo: Any Frodo content
#nearamir faramir: Any Faramir content
#aragorn son of arathorn son of….: Any Aragorn content
#arwen got what she deserved which is aragorn: Any Arwen content
#pippin you fool: Any Pippin content
#blibo baggins of bag-end: Any Bilbo content
#thranduil your leggy is here: Any Thranduil content
#eowyn is no man: Any Eowyn content
#merry you not-fool: Any Merry content
#boromir shouldn’t have died: Any Boromir content
Enjoy!
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lathalea · 3 months
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The Shrieking Monster
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Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield & Dis & little Fili & Kili Rating: G Warnings: family fluff Author's notes: A story set in the Blue Mountains about Thorin trying to be both a ruler and a good uncle at once. Young Fili and Kili are making it a tad difficult in their own cute way. Special thanks to @naryaflame for your linguistic help with a name :) If you prefer, you can read this fic on AO3.
Khuzdul: Thorinuldûm - Thorin’s Halls, the settlement of the refugees from the Lonely Mountain in the Blue Mountains Amad - mother
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1. 
It was a perfect morning. Thorin stretched and yawned, settling himself on his favourite chair in the kitchen. The air that whiffed into the dwarven stronghold from the outside felt warm on his cheeks and smelled like spring. As he sipped his morning tea, that strong, aromatic blend Dori bought in Bree, his sister appeared at the threshold. She gave Thorin a bright smile and, seeing her steaming mug on the table, she sat next to him. The lazy silence of the early hours of the day was soon broken by the appearance of two dishevelled pebbles, one with a thatch of golden hair, the other – with his hair as brown as a bear’s fur in winter. After the mandatory morning hugs, Thorin readied breakfast while Dís prepared her sons for the day, humming to herself. Thorin could not stop himself from smiling. His sister was probably already thinking of her visit to the market. She adored going there in the morning, especially on the days when the merchants arrived with new goods – and today was one of those days. Thorin sighed. As much as he wanted her to have a very much needed moment of respite – his sister-sons were quite a handful, to put it mildly – he was painfully aware of what it was going to mean to him. Half a day of having his eyes around his head and his ears pricked up for any unusual noises they may create… or worse – the ominous silence. In the past, there was only a handful of moments when he and Dís realised that the boys went completely silent. It never bode well. 
This day, however, started with the pitter-patter of the boys’ bare feet, chatter and laughter, and the clatter of their bowls as they ate their oatmeal. Dís reminded them to behave while she was gone, and left for the market. Fíli seemed very content about this state of things, knowing well by now that staying with his mother’s brother meant visiting various places in these halls, like forges, or assisting Thorin in other exciting ways. It was different with Kíli – his loud wails of protest at being so cruelly abandoned reverberated against the walls of their home. Thorin imagined they must have followed their mother through the corridors of Thorinuldûm for a long while. Her Little Bear, as Dís called him, was still too young to understand the connection between Mommy leaving, and the sudden appearance of candied rhubarb or his favourite cream toffees.
Distracting Kíli from his misery was not easy, but Thorin managed it by offering to take the boys for a new adventure. Their big blue eyes shone as he told them they would be going to the lower levels of the city together. It was a real treat – Kíli had never been there before and Fíli visited them only a handful of times.
Thorin had a mind to visit the Engineers’ Quarter and show the lads around while discussing some technical issues with one of the water engineers. And so they began their adventure. As they descended down the wide stone stairs Kíli stumbled and yawned, so Thorin decided to carry him the rest of the way. Soon Little Bear began snoring in his arms, and Thorin attempted to ignore the fact that his own tunic was becoming gradually soaked through with his nephew’s saliva. He also started suspecting that the moniker “Little Bear” must have surely come from the fact that Kíli seemed to weigh more and more with every step, like a true bear.
“At least he is not crying,” Thorin muttered to himself, and kept on walking. Thank Mahal for silver linings.
As they arrived at their destination, however, the situation got worse. The Engineers’ Quarter was a crowded place that smelled like tar, coal, and burned leather. Not minding the much larger adult dwarves in their soot-stained clothes who carried – or carted – their wares from one place to another, curious Fíli began rushing between them, oblivious of the chaos he was creating. He took a look at the wheelwright’s workshop here, and then he had to see the toolmaker’s booth there; he then insisted on seeing how parchment was being made, and attempted to find the place where they manufactured those shiny cogwheels. If not for his golden mane, Thorin would have lost his nephew at least a couple of times. Brór, the water engineer he had a meeting with, joined Thorin in the chase for the high-spirited boy. Instead of looking at the water supply pipeline blueprints and trying to fix a problem with water pressure, they ended up unwillingly playing a hide-and-run game to the delight of the onlookers. Seeing your own king running back and forth through the great cavern with one giggling pebble strapped to his chest while chasing after the other one must have been very amusing… for anyone but him, Thorin thought with resignation. His resignation grew even more when he noticed Fíli climbing onto a tall work table… and jumping down onto a heap of coal.
When Thorin finally caught the runaway, they were both out of breath. Although it was rather Fíli who caught his uncle – the boy ran into him and clung to his left leg as if a throng of orcs chased him.
Fíli raised his teary-eyed face to Thorin and sobbed out, “A monster wanted to eat meeee…”
“A monster? Here?” Thorin’s brow furrowed.
It took him a while to reassure Fíli that no monster was going to eat him. In turn, Thorin promised to get rid of the said monster that apparently lurked in a nearby chamber, and shrieked at him. He left his nephews in the care of Brór who tried to look solemn, but his twitching lips betrayed him. Thorin grunted and entered the chamber, carefully looking around, adjusting his eyes to the dark surroundings. And then he saw two glowing points of red. And heard the shrieking.
2.
When Thorin returned to Brór, Kíli was fast asleep once again. Leaving Little Bear in the engineer’s care once again, he took Fíli’s hand and led him to the entrance of the dark chamber. When they opened the door, they both heard the continuous shrieking now. His nephew stopped and refused to walk inside, covering his ears and closing his eyes.
“There are no monsters here, Fíli.” Thorin reassured the boy. “See for yourself.”
“Nnoooo…” muttered Fíli, hiding behind his uncle.
“Do not be afraid,” Thorin added. “Nothing will hurt you here. I promise.”
On the bench by the door stood a lantern. It took him a moment to light it. With the lantern in hand, Thorin crossed the threshold and approached the nearest lantern that hung on the wall, and then another, and another. Soon, the whole chamber was bright as day, each lantern giving off a pleasant yellow glow.
“You can come in now,” Thorin smiled encouragingly.
With his ears covered and his eyes set on the shrieking, wobbling entity in the middle of the chamber, Fíli shook his head.
“This is not a monster.” Thorin stepped towards the huge bulbous shape that made so much noise. He placed his hand on the top of the strange shaking thing and added, “This is a washing barrel.”
Fíli blinked and took a good look at it. The two red glowing points did not look like a pair of evil eyes any longer. Those were two ball-shaped lanterns standing on top of the… thing. That shrieking noise now seemed to sound like a couple of cogwheels that needed a bit of oil, and not like a monster’s screech. And the arm that seemed to reach out to grab him before, turned out to be a cast iron lever.
“A… barrel?” Fíli looked at his uncle and took one uncertain step towards him and the strange contraption.
“Correct. A barrel that washes your clothes,” Thorin explained in an even voice and at the same moment the shrieking stopped. “Look, it has just finished the washing cycle. Let me show you how it works. First, you open this hatch, like so… Watch out for the water! These clothes are clean, they only need to be wrung out and dried.”
As he spoke, Fíli slowly started closing the distance between them, his eyes becoming wider and wider.
“... but if you want to wash your clothes,” Thorin continued, “you need to put them inside, here, and add some soap suds. Then you close the hatch, pour some water here, crank this lever a few times, do this, like so, and wait for the washing barrel to finish its work!”
Thorin kept on talking until Fíli seemed to be completely in awe of this new piece of machinery, his fear completely forgotten. He peppered his uncle with tons of questions: how many cogwheels were there, how many times one should crank the lever, what the barrel was made of… and so on, and so forth. When they left the chamber, there was a big smile on the boy’s lips instead of tears. 
On their way back home Fíli exclaimed, “This was the bestest adventure ever!”
Thorin thought that sometimes being an uncle happened to be quite rewarding. Even if his tunic was still wet from Kíli’s sleepy drooling.
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His attitude completely changed less than half an hour later, when his nephews disappeared. Both of them. At once.
Stumbling over several painfully angular wooden toys, Thorin searched the boys’ bedroom. Nothing. He even looked under their beds (twice!), but there was no sign of the boys anywhere. They weren't sitting in the common kitchen nor searching for snacks in the pantry. Nor in Dwalin’s rooms where Kíli liked to play hide-and-scare with the big warrior. There were nowhere to be found – not in the rocking chair by the fireplace, nor even in Balin’s study by that large desk where Fíli liked to play so often. Thorin closed his eyes. If he did not find his nephews before Dís returned from the market, his sister would have Thorin’s own head on a spike. The wrath of dwarf-women was ten times fiercer than the one of dwarf-men. In the case of his little sister, the number was much higher, at least a hundred times. And Thorin would do everything he could to avoid being on the receiving end of it.
There was no time to lose. He recruited Dwalin, Óin, and Halkatla, Balin’s wife, to the task of finding the boys, but they returned empty-handed. No one had seen the boys since their early lunch. Then, they were supposed to take a nap, and Thorin remembered their yawning as they closed the door to their bedroom behind him.
And now they were gone. Kidnapped? — No, impossible, Thorin thought. Dwarves cherished their children like the greatest treasures they were, and no one else was allowed into Thorinuldûm. There were no goblins nor other dangers here either. It felt as if the boys magically disappeared in a puff of smoke. Thorin looked around the wide corridor he stood in, but he found no traces of the missing boys.
“Have you checked all of their favourite places?” Halkatla asked, her red-and-silver braids clinking as she turned her head towards Óin.
“Aye, we did,” he nodded. “Not a sign of them.”
“Those wee rascals! I bet they are up to somethin’.” Dwalin said. “They remind me of us. Remember that time, Thorin, when we were around their age or so, and half of Erebor was lookin’ for us all day long?”
“It would be difficult to forget it,” Thorin admitted. “We wanted to avoid another boring lesson with our tutor…”
“...and instead we went to explore the mines! What a shame we lost our way,” Dwalin grinned and nudged him. “It was fun!”
“Aye, fun on an empty belly. If only you had not forgotten our food,” Thorin replied, relieved that his nephews had a proper meal at least.
“If only ye had not forgotten that map ye were supposed to borrow from your father’s desk,” Dwalin chuckled.
Before Thorin could form an adequate riposte, a mousy-haired dwarf approached him.
“M’lord, Master Brór says that the pipeline is fully functional again,” the messenger bowed.
Thorin gave him a nod of thanks. At least he brought a piece of good news. Master Brór was a skilled engineer, and the way he handled Thorin’s own sister-sons…
“Either way,” Dwalin continued, “we had a real adventure on that day, hadn’t we, Thorin?”
A thought appeared in Thorin’s mind. Master Brór. An adventure.
“There was one place where we have not searched yet,” he turned to his companions.
“I am listening,” Halkatla tilted her head, reminding him of a curious raven.
“The Engineers’ Quarters.”
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Master Brór was more than happy to receive words of thanks from Thorin in person for fixing that pipeline issue once and for all. Despite Thorin’s hopes, he had not seen Fíli or Kíli since they left the Engineers’ Quarters with their uncle earlier that day. Dwalin muttered a curse under his breath.
“Well, that’s it. I’m goin’ to check the workshops,” the warrior said.
“I’ll take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right,” Halkatla followed him.
“Let’s go,” Dwalin replied, his voice trailing off as he walked away. “And those wee cave bats would better be there or I swear…”
Master Brór addressed Thorin, “I will spread the word as you requested, my lord. Someone must have seen them, I am certain of it. They could not have simply disappeared.”
Thorin agreed with him and began his own search. The rocks could not have swallowed them whole! Magic was out of the question as well, there had to be a logical solution to this! Thoring pulled at his short beard in frustration. Wandering through the area and looking for any signs of his nephews in places they visited earlier that day, he wondered if Óin had any luck. The healer was waiting at their home in case Fíli and Kíli returned there on their own. Perhaps the three of them were already sitting by the fire, with Óin telling the boys countless amusing stories, while Thorin and his companions were checking every nook and cranny on the lower level, going out of their minds with worry. He raised his head, listening to a peculiar sound and trying to figure out its source. It sounded like… shrieking. It was not at all difficult to recall Fíli’s eyes shining with fear, awe, and then curiosity at the sight of the washing barrel.
Without thinking, Thorin turned his steps towards the chamber that housed the “monster” Fíli had been so afraid of not so long ago.
When Thorin arrived at his destination, the door was ajar. Thorin could hear the shrieking very well, but there were other sounds too. Very familiar sounds.
He took a deep breath and shouted, “Dwalin! I found them!”
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When Thorin stepped inside the chamber, the sounds became even clearer. One of them he identified as uncontrollable giggling, and the other one, slightly muted, sounded like: “Woooo! Woooo! Wooooo! A carousel! Woooo! Faster, Fíli! Woooo!”
Thorin breathed out a sigh of relief only to be struck by a pang of dread a moment later.
Fíli stood by the washing barrel, cranking the lever, grinning from ear to ear, and laughing. Kíli was nowhere to be seen, but his enthusiastic shouts seemed to be coming from inside of the barrel. Inside, not outside. Thorin swallowed; he considered screaming in terror, but something told him that this was most definitely an example of behaviour unworthy of a king. It took him a moment to melt the ball of ice that was forming in his stomach. He closed the distance between him and the barrel in a blink of an eye.
Thank Mahal, the hatch was open. Inside, Kíli sat with his back against a wall of the large metal container inside the machine, surrounded by various articles of laundry, with a happy grin on his face, and a stray sock on top of his head. A wave of relief washed over Thorin.
“Uncle Thorin! Uncle Thorin!” Fíli exclaimed. “We’re playing carousel! Want to jump in?”
Thorin did not.
“It is time to return home, boys,” Thorin simply said, taking Kíli out of the barrel. His clothes were damp and he smelled like those violet flowers Dís liked so much, but other than that, he looked happy, and what’s more important, he was in one piece – just like his older brother.
“But uncle...” Fíli started.
“Your amad will be home soon. Do you not want to see what she bought at the market?”
“A sugar horse? She promised!” The boy recalled his favourite treat.
Holding Kíli firmly against his chest with one arm, Thorin held out his hand to Fíli.
“Let us go and see,” he said with a smile as his nephew’s tiny hand grabbed his.
There would yet be time for scolding and for a conversation about not sneaking out anywhere alone, but for now, the only thing that Thorin wanted was to safely bring his little rascals home.
He only hoped they would manage to reach their halls before Dís returned.
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When Dís crossed the threshold of their home later in the afternoon, she was greeted by complete silence. Her sons were nowhere to be seen, which was very suspicious. They were always the first ones to run to her and see what she brought them this time. She expected Thorin to welcome her and help her unpack her basket, as usual — but he was not there either. Was this that ominous silence she dreaded so much whenever her boys were executing another of their silly mischiefs? Not really. It seemed as if their home was empty… until she heard a familiar sound coming from a nearby chamber. Dís put the basket on the floor and tiptoed deeper into their halls.
The picture that unfolded before her eyes was the last thing she had expected. Her brother was half sitting, half lying on the sofa, his legs stretched out in front of him, his head resting on the backrest, his eyes closed. Fíli was cuddled up to his uncle’s side, his hair tousled, making her think of a skein of golden yarn. Kíli lay on the opposite side of his uncle, his head resting on Thorin’s lap and turned towards her. He had his thumb in his mouth. Dís could clearly see the darker stain of drool on her brother’s trousers and stifled a giggle. 
All three of them were asleep, of course. And all three of them were snoring in perfect unison. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine that she had a working sawmill in front of her.
This scene was too adorable for Dís to interrupt it, so she decided that she would let her three boys sleep a little longer. There was no harm in a little nap, after all. Besides, she was tired, and there was still some space left on the sofa…As she drifted off to sleep beside them, her last conscious thought was: “Why do all three of them smell like my lavender laundry soap?”
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Smoke, Iron, and Thorin
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Chapter 1
Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader
Summary: you prepare for the quest to reclaim Erebor by meeting your kin in the home of a very disgruntled hobbit. However, you don't expect to face your first obstacle before you even step foot out the door, when an unexpected ghost from your past darkens the door of the hobbit hole.
Warnings: eventual smut, no use of y/n, angst
Word count: 1833
Author's note: This is my FIRST fic! The beginnings of this story have been sitting in my computer for sooo long and for whatever reason today I just decided to jump headfirst into being a Tumblr writer! I'm still very new to this, so I welcome all kinds of constructive feedback/criticism. If there are any warnings/tags you think I missed just let me know :) Reader is AFAB! half dwarf/half human, but still grew up in the halls of Erebor. We'll get more into her background and her history with Thorin later on in the series! Enjoy!
“What do you think they’ll have?” Filli asks with giddy excitement as they pass each hobbit hole on their way through the shire.
“what do you mean?” you ask absentmindedly, scanning each door for the symbol Gandalf instructed you to look for.
“For supper of course,” Killi replies. “He said there would be lots of food, and no one can cook quite like a hobbit can.” you can’t deny the intoxicating aroma that has seeped into your nose with every inhale since the moment you arrived in the shire. Freshly baked bread, patiently cured meats, and hearty stews seem to be baking all around you as the sun finishes its descent behind the lush rolling hills of the shire.
Darkness has settled all around as the inhabitants of the hobbit holes settle in for the evening. The only remaining light comes from the lamps illuminating the doorways and the warming hearths inside every cozy little hole.
“I see it!” You shout triumphantly when you glimpse the blue mark glowing on the green door of a hobbit hole.
The two dwarves are so anxious for a hot meal that they’ve already bounded up to the door to ring the bell before you can even blink.
The front door is pulled open abruptly and a very frustrated hobbit groans at the sight of you. A reaction that is not all that uncommon while traveling with dwarves, so the three of you greet him enthusiastically regardless.
“You must be Mr. Boggins,” Kili begins.
“Nope!” the hobbit shouts, “you can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!” he tries and fails to close the door on the three of you.
“What?!” you all shout in confusion. Knowing there is absolutely no way you are at the wrong door.
“Has it been canceled? No one told us.” the brothers protest. 
“No, nothing’s been canceled,” the hobbit starts to explain.
You all sigh in relief and continue to push your way further inside.
The home is filled with the overlapping chatter of dwarves and the clattering of weapons being tossed into the arms of the frazzled hobbit.
Dwalin’s booming voice greets the three of you, quickly recruiting you all to join in the organized chaos that is preparing the cramped dining room for even more dwarves to arrive. 
Food is tossed about, ale sloshed onto the floor, and poor Bilbo’s house is an absolute wreck. You can’t help but feel sorry for your host, but you also can’t bring yourself to pull away from the merriment just yet.
It had been so long since you’d last been around so many of your dwarven friends. Up until beginning your journey several weeks ago, you hadn’t even seen Kili and Fili for many years. 
But their mother, Dis had always been a very good friend of yours. Ever since growing up Erebor, you had felt as closely connected to her family as she was to yours. 
Unfortunately, due to the arrival of a dragon, and stubborn dwarvish pride you had long ago gone your separate ways. Save for the occasional letter. Much like the letter you received asking if you would be willing to accompany her two reckless sons on their latest journey.
Kili and Fili were not exactly known for their self-preservation instincts and the journey that lay before you would not be an easy one. But even if it weren’t as a favor to Dis, you would have said yes regardless. Nothing in the world would be able to prevent you from helping to finally reclaim your homeland, and defeat the great beast that took so much from you.  
Several pints of ale have loosened your inhibitions and you now find yourself laughing and singing along with the rowdy bunch, not a care in the world.
Until a heavy knock comes on the door.
Silence falls over the hobbit hole.
“He’s here,” says Gandalf.
“Who’s here?” you ask in confusion.
No answer comes, and everyone is suddenly averting their gaze from yours as Gandalf crosses the room to open the door. You have a bad feeling about what’s on the other side.
Gandalf pulls it open with a flourish and is greeted by a deep voice. A familiar voice.
No, you think to yourself. It can’t be.
But sure enough, Thorin Oakenshield is stepping through the front door. 
He says something to Gandalf but you can’t fully make out what it is.
Your ears are ringing loudly and a white, hot flame is blazing deep inside your belly.
Suddenly you’re back to the last time you saw him, years ago. Tears streaming down your cheeks in the doorway of the dusty old inn.
“He looks more like a grocer than a burglar,” Thorin laughs as he turns towards the dining room. Where his eyes immediately lock with yours. You can see the exact moment he realizes you’re there. His eyes widen in shock and your name slips past his lips in a breathless whisper. 
For what feels like the longest second of your life, he simply stands there taking you in. From the braided strands framing your face to the silhouette of your long green traveling dress. You could almost swear he looked…happy to see you. 
And that only adds more fuel to the fire inside you. 
“Thorin,” you growl and curl your fists at your side. “What are you doing here?” you hiss.
He narrows his eyes back at you. “What am I doing here? I am the leader of this company, what are you doing here? It isn’t safe for you, lass.”
You scream in frustration. The sexist pig! You have just as much of a right to be here as everyone else and he knows it. Your arm reaches up of its own accord to smack that self-righteous look right off his face. But before your hand can make contact Fili grabs your arm and pulls you away.
You whirl around and shove him away from you.
“You!” you glare between Kili and Fili redirecting your anger. “You lied to me!” they both start to protest but before they can form a single sentence you hold up a finger and they both fall silent. 
“You told me, he wouldn’t be here! You looked me right in the eyes and lied to my face,” you grind out, barely containing the urge to strike them both upside the head.
“We didn’t want to,” Fili begs.
“It was our mother’s idea, she knew that was the only way you would agree to come.” Kili finishes.
You laugh humorlessly. “And she was absolutely right, I’m leaving!” you turn on your heel and march straight towards the door. But before you can fully push past him, Thorin’s hand encircles your wrist and firmly pulls you back to look at him.
It was a mistake letting yourself stand any closer to him. As soon as you do his scent envelopes you. Smoke, iron, and Thorin. You yank stubbornly on his grip, desperate to put some distance between the two of you but he is too strong. 
“Wait,” he whispers to you, both commanding and desperate. “You cannot make the journey back alone, it is already dark, who knows what is lurking along those roads-”
You scoff and reach your free hand behind you for the dagger concealed underneath your corset. Before he can continue you have it pressed firmly against his throat. You apply just enough pressure that you know he can feel the blade stinging against his skin, but he doesn’t even blink. You lean in closer to him looking deep into his eyes.
“I can take care of myself,” you whisper. “I’ve had a lot of practice at it as of late.” And he loosens his grip just enough for you to yank yourself free. You remove the dagger from his throat and attempt to resume your departure, but this time it is Gandalf who stands in your way.
“I am sorry we misled you, my dear. But I’m afraid we cannot accomplish this task without you.” you lift the dagger up defiantly and point it at his chest, but you both know it is an empty threat.
“I don’t care,” you reply. “It’s not my problem.”
“You do, and it is,” the wizard replies. “I know how you’ve spent the last years, you are the only one who possesses the knowledge and connections we need to accomplish this feat.” 
You hear the whispers of confusion from behind you. They clearly didn’t know how you had dedicated the last several years of your life to searching, reading, and studying every resource you could get your hands on in preparation for this exact task.
“I know how badly you wish to return home,” Gandalf continues, as if he could read your mind. “A great deal was taken from you that day, and you are not the type to let that stand. So the question remains: who deserves your wrath more at this moment? Thorin or Smaug?”
You let your arm fall back to your side, tucking the dagger back away.
“Who says it can’t be both?” you challenge him.
Gandalf laughs and shakes his head.  
“Oh you are part dwarf indeed my child. Hold onto whatever anger you wish. But don’t let it get in the way of you reclaiming your homeland, defeating Smaug, and finally laying your parents to rest.”
You clench your jaw in frustration. You know he’s right, but you hate to admit it.
“We can do this without her,” Thorin grumbles from behind you. “If she wishes to leave she can, I’ll have someone escort her home safely.” 
You finally whirl around to glare at him again. He doesn’t want you here, he doesn’t think you can do it. He doesn’t think a ‘helpless girl’ can hold her own on a dangerous journey such as this one.
You smirk back at him defiantly. 
“On second thought,” you place one hand on your hip and extend the other out toward Balin. “I’ll sign that contract now,”
Thorin grumbles and glares at you in protest. 
Balin moves faster than you’ve ever seen the dwarf move, handing you the contract before you can change your mind or Thorin can argue against it. 
You scribble your name at the bottom and shove it into Thorin’s chest as you saunter past him in search of another pint of ale.
You lost count of how many more drinks you downed before passing out in one of the soft armchairs by the fire. 
You stir briefly when a familiar scent meets your nose and a thick blanket is gently draped across your sleeping form.
You could swear you feel the whisper of a touch ghost across your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 
But before you can wake any further, a deep voice starts to sing:
Far over the misty mountains cold…
More voices start to join in the melody, and before you know it you are lulled deeper and deeper back into a dreamless sleep.
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