#pissed dwarrowdam

[misseffect]

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

Thanks for the tag @otemporanerys!

Tagging a lot of people who have already been tagged: @diaphanouso @helila @dispatchwithlove @kalliesa @angry-jager @dwarrowdams @serendipitys-teapot

All of these are from my Mass Effect F1 AU: Flashpoints

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Singapore Shower

One moment Garrus is holding her by the arms, water rolling over his shoulders – there's a knotted look on his face; his mouth is moving but no sound is coming out, which is weird – and the next she's lying on her back on the shower room floor.

"Shepard? Hey – c'mon."

Garrus is kneeling beside her, pinching her arm gently, holding her legs in the air with his shoulder. She feels heavy, like her bones are full of syrup, and the thumping behind her eyes is keeping time with the fuzz crowding her vision.

"Shit."

"It's alright." He sounds further away than he should, and so does the water still beating down on his back. "You passed out for a second, that's all."

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Shepard Does An AMA

probinguranus6969 - Would you rather fight 20 duck-sized Jokers or 1 Joker-sized duck?

janeshepard54 - I know your reddit handle joker

probinguranus6969 - damn it

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FaceTime Antics

She fishes another biscuit out of the packet while Garrus props his phone up on the side and heaves his suitcase onto the bed. It’s a nice enough room from what little she can see: old-fashioned, like the rest of the place, but in a plush, cared-for sort of way.

“Oh, by the way–” Crunch. “–you don’t happen to know how the dark web works, do you?”

He unzips the case and flips the lid. “Not really. Why?”

“I got called up for drug testing at Paul Ricard and my sample went missing,” she says, chewing glumly. “Joker’s winding me up about it; thinks someone’s selling vials of my piss on the black market.”

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Normal Thoughts To Have About Your Bestie's Car

The second he starts to ask the car for more, everything changes. 

It feels familiar – in fundamentals, sure, in throttle and steering output – but there’s something else, too. It’s more pliable than the Hierarchy car, more predictable than anything Omega or Archangel could give him; it's unlike anything he’s even driven, but somehow he knows it. Like catching a familiar smell in a place you've never visited.

And then it hits him.

It's not the car. It's her.

He knows Shepard's driving style almost as well as his own – reactive and twitchy, nose-heavy, late-braking, all faith and guts – and this thing lives and breathes it. It takes everything he's got to give, the good and the bad, and amplifies it tenfold. It grins and says c’mon, I dare you.

It’s not just a car designed with her in mind. It’s like wearing her clothes.

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Not To Be Dramatic But I Would Die For Mr Blobby

Shepard rounds the corner into the kitchen to find Mr Blobby loitering by the back door like a pair of cow-coloured slippers.

“He’s in a time-out," Hannah calls through the open window, paintbrush in hand.

“Aww, Blob.”

Mr Blobby makes a mournful rrrr sound. There’s a dab of brown paint on the end of his tail.

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Shepard Has PTSD Probably

It's not a nightmare really. Sure, it wakes her up every few hours, sweaty and unrested, and when she closes her eyes again, it drops her right back where she left off, but it's not scary. She's not being hunted or chased. She's not standing at the front of class with no clothes on. Nobody's dying.

Shepard's driving a road car on suburban streets - shifting, nebulous streets; faintly European but also faintly not - and somewhere in the distance, there's a fire.

There's a fire and she has to reach it.

She can see a column of black smoke in the distance, catch the odd lick of orange between buildings, but every turn she takes feels wrong and by the time she doubles back, the smoke isn't where she thought it was. It's in her rearview mirror, or out to her left when it was on her right. Sometimes a fire engine blasts past her in the opposite direction, the wailing siren fading before she can follow.

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Everybody Hates Conrad

Mathematically Shepard could win the Championship as early as Japan, five races before the end of the season, and it shows. Media seems to come naturally to her in a way it never has to him, but still; he’s never seen her so relaxed this early in the year. Al’Jilani can’t draw her in with pointed questions about Anderson giving her an easy ride and she doesn’t even bother taking a bite out of Conrad Verner.

“Any comment on rekindling your relationship with Thane Krios?” he asks, his big square face expectant.

Shepard scratches under her chin. “Why am I always the last person to find out who I’m dating?”

There’s a ripple of laughter. Emily is checking her watch and people are starting to shuffle their belongings around.

“Are you going to answer the question?” Conrad calls, but by then there’s enough ambient noise for everyone to plausibly ignore him.

#my fic #flashpoints #realised the other week that Singapore Shower can't happen in Singapore bcs it's too late in the race calendar :') #so i'll have to give somewhere else a heatwave instead #mr blobby is my favourite npc

[ironfoot-mothafocka]

Blood-bond For @mrkida-art, and their inspired love of the Grey Mountains Crew.

Young Grór considers what it is to have a friend. Prince used as a gender-neutral term for dwarven royalty.

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“There! Over there!” Grór, whose eyes had been slowly drifting shut, staggered to her feet and loped over to Ixil. The Stiffbeard had piss-poor eyesight; though a swing from their hammer could crush an auroch in twain, Grór still didn’t understand the point of putting him on watch duty. “No,” the dwarf prince intoned slowly, “that looks to be some kind of avalanche on a distant peak.” Ixil puffed out his chest and arched his eyebrow at the dwarrowdam. “Well — looked like it could have been a drake!” Grór shot him a withering stare. “Everything looks like a drake to you. Like that time you called out the guards from their dinner time because you spotted a very large eagle?” Ixil bumped Grór with his hip and the prince crashed into the side of the guard-tower wall. She gave as good as she got, though, and kneed her companion in the shin with the steel toe of her boot. “It was a very large eagle,” Ixil grumbled, wiping mud from his leg and staring at the ground.

At least Grór was awake now. The chill wind blew down her collar and tousled her long, auburn hair, tossing the thick waves beyond her shoulders. She picked up her axe and leaned heavily against it, eyes streaming with the cold as she stared outwards. Nothing ever happened here. Character building, King Dáin said it was. There was no nobler cause than to watch the endless stretch of grey, snow-capped mountains. Remember Scatha, the worm? Remember how the foul beast almost took the dwarves unawares? They’re breeding like rabbits, faster than our worm-hunters can flush them out. Two of them sacked Ugzarak less than a year afore now, and the rest and coming for us. Are you marking my words, Grór? She could hear her father’s words to her now, rattling around inside her head. They had all been on high alert since one of the Stiffbeard’s holds, the northernmost hall in the lonely outcrop of Ugzarak, on the edge of the Red Mountains, had been waylaid by two particularly nasty worms. More than a thousand had managed to flee, some of them picked off by cold and hunger, but a good many refugees came to settle in Ered Mithrin.

She remembered it as though it had only happened a month ago. Battered and weary dwarves, huddling around large fires which had been constructed deep in the mustering halls of the Grey Mountains, tended to their sick and vulnerable. It was the only respite they’d had for weeks, and the king had gone to each family in turn to ask of their welfare. Grór had hung back in the shadows, watching him silently. Prince Head-in-the-clouds Frór and Thrór called her. Bundushathûr, but less majestic and more scatterbrained than the lofty sacred peak. But Grór was one to watch, and study, and notice the subtleties of a dwarf’s interaction. It wasn’t that her head was in the clouds, but it was often elsewhere. She had noticed as her father lay a caring hand on a stranger’s yak-pelt covered back, to comfort shaking shoulders as they wept for their destroyed homeland. How he lifted an elderly dwarf, who was covered in blackened frostbite, from a makeshift bier and carried them to a soft bed. He had spent a long time tending to the dwarf, whose family had died along the way. Tender, calloused hands bandaged wounds, and the king shook his head when his aides called for him to leave. No — the doors of Thikil-gundu are always open for those in need. What am I, if not the host of this great house? Grór had watched her father until uncle Borin had scolded her for slacking. “Prince Head-in-the-clouds, at least be of use and fetch more bandages!”

Grór studied Ixil. He was squinting into the sunlight again, his raven-dark heavily braided hair wrapped around his head into elaborate patterns, decorated with an assortment of multi-coloured sparkling beads. His face was proud and calm, and he seemed to not have a care in the world, a strange tune rumbling from between his lips as he hummed in vague, broken notes. He had been one of those bruised, cold, tired dwarves who had fled on the back of sledges into the bitter winter. He’d lost family, watched friends die. And how had she helped? Mocked his eyesight and kicked him in the leg? Is that what her father would have done? Suddenly, she felt guilty.

“Hey — you,” she said awkwardly, sidling up next to him. Ixil smiled and covered his forehead with a hand almost as broad as hers, peering over against the sharp sunlight. “What?” What did she want to say? What could she possibly say? Anything that came into her head sounded too contrite. Too insincere. “I like you. I mean I… I’ve never really… except my brothers. But they’re not like you. It’s good to have a friend to talk to. Being on watch can get boring, I mean—” That definitely wasn’t what she’d wanted to say. Horrifically, she felt blood creeping into her cheeks and her eyes widen in embarrassment. She’d meant to tell Ixil that it was good to have him here, as a friend, and that she was pleased he made it to the stronghold after such a disaster. That she would be there for him and his people when he needed her. That she was a proud daughter of Durin’s Folk, and that she kept her oaths. Ixil smiled widely and shuffled a little closer. The wind was screaming at both of them, forcing them to take a step back under the tower roof and press in tighter. He laid his hand against her shoulder and squeezed it. “It is good to have you to watch with, as well. I may mistake everything I see for a dragon, but know that I’ll be ready to fight one, if one comes. You Longbeards took me in. I vow to defend your home until I lose my legs or my breath doing so.”

It took Grór a while to find her tongue after that. In the short time they had known one another, she’d discovered that Ixil was an uncompromising sparring partner and appreciated rude jokes at the mess-table as much as she did. But she was taken aback by the gravity of his words, as though her friend had suddenly grown a new face that she was noticing for the first time. She thrust her arm forwards and found his hand with hers. Their fingers were numb, but they interlocked them clumsily. “Grór, daughter of King Dáin, first of his Name, at your service.” “Ixil, son of Izbar, at yours and your family’s.” He didn’t look away. A fiery intensity, a resoluteness, smoldered deep in his eyes as Grór held his fingers so tightly she thought his hand would snap. Then they parted. Something between them had changed, or maybe something inside her had shifted forever. “I will still turn you into mulch when we next wrestle,” Ixil said lightly. Grór’s eyes narrowed at the wicked grin spreading across his face. “How much do you want to bet on that, Skinny-Arm of the Stiffbeard Clan?”

Perhaps some things would stay the same between them, after all.

#dwarves #dwecember #dwarf #lotr #tolkien #lotr fanfic #gror #the hobbit

[dispatchwithlove]

🌟 WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday) 🌟

Thanks for tagging me @misseffect @otemporanerys & @angry-jager Your pieces were all so good!

I’ll tag @diaphanouso @dulcidyne and @dwarrowdams

I day dream about this angsty confession in The Boy, and sometimes I pull it out and work on it a bit. 😊

“I’ve been waiting for you to call me,” Garrus said to a blank screen, where Jane’s face should be. “Pretty rude of you to ditch me at the skycar port and not even call to apologize.” Somehow he’d forced some humor into his voice, though pushing it through his tight throat nearly made him keen.  

There was silence. Then, finally, in the quietest, most bruised voice he’d ever heard from her, she said,  “Didn’t think you’d want to talk to me tonight. Thought you’d like some space.”

“I never want space, even when I’m confused.”

“What’s confusing? Your best friend is an asshole.”

“Let me see your face.”

“Garrus, I look like shit. Just let me hide.”

He swallowed back his nerves. It would be so easy to just say things were okay between them, and figure out how to handle this later. But, his heart didn’t want to suffocate anymore. 

“Nothing makes me happier than your face,” he said. “That little elliptical nose. The curve of your freckled cheeks. The way your green eyes light up. I wish I knew what makes them shine like the stars, but until you tell me, I’ll just enjoy the way they make me feel.”

Silence, save her faint breaths and Rocket’s purring.

“Why aren’t you pissed at me?” The pain in her voice wrapped around his heart and clenched tight. “You should be furious. You should be refusing to talk to me, and here you are reaching out to me, when I should be begging you just to talk to me, let alone look at me.”

“I’m not mad. Not really, at least. Just embarrassed. And confused. But I want to talk.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you slept on the couch with me?”

“Because I…” the silence stretched, but he gave her time. He’d had hours sitting with Nihlus to say his truth out loud. She deserved the same. 

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she said. 

Just when he was about to tell her she could work on explaining it, that he wouldn't rush her and he’d wait as long as she needed, he heard her deep breath, a soft melody to his ears. “On the couch, I didn’t leave because I liked being there with you.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Pretty sure I liked it too.”

“I didn’t tell you because I thought I’d hurt you. If you knew the truth, if you knew that I liked it… why I liked lying there with you…”

He let her trail off, waited for her to say more. Didn’t seem like she could, though. 

“I’m still here,” he said.

They both breathed, and thought, and waited. 

“Jane,” he said, staring at that sad little blank screen. “Let me see you.”

#work in progress #the cases of shepard and vakarian #all the angst #shakarian #garrus x shepard #garrus vakarian

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Sorry Not Sorry:  Act I

Inspired by this fic on Ao3.  I really wanted to see one with Thorin in it, so I decided to write it myself, XD.  I had an inspiration streak and wrote almost all of this today, which is the most I’ve written in a very long time.  Also, I really love writing grumpy/sarcastic Thorin for some reason, so there.  It’s also worth noting that in my story with my OC, they end up having a few kids.  

MASTERLIST

Word count: 2,613

Warnings:  Lots of swearing, talk about pregnancy and all the *joys* (note my sarcasm) that come with it.

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“…and that will be all for today, gentlemen.”  Thorin tapped his sheaf of papers on the table to even them out.  “I will consider your ideas to expand Erebor’s agriculture industry.  Balin will inform you once a decision has been reached.”

There was the usual cacophony of chairs scraping along the floors as everyone got up to leave and murmur of voices as conversations were struck up after listening to Thorin patiently debate with their spokesman.

As they all trickled out the door of the hall, Thorin leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. “Thank Mahal that meeting is over with…”

“I, for one, agree.” Balin replied, carefully placing his stack of papers into a satchel.  “While I may be a diplomat, even I have my limits.”

Thorin nodded absently as he made his way over to the massive doors that marked the exit of the meeting hall.

“Heading home to the missus?”  Balin’s voice called after him.

Thorin stopped and turned to look at the white-haired dwarf.  “No, I have urgent business I need to tend to tonight,” he sighed.

“Thorin,” there was a dangerous edge to Balin’s voice, “I have asked you that question every night for the past week and you’ve given me the same answer.  Do you even see Estel anymore?  Your children even?”

Thorin sighed wearily, closing his eyes.  “Balin, everything is fine between Estel and I.  She understands.”

With that, he walked away briskly.  He didn’t want to admit it, but Balin brought up a good point.  

“I don’t think she does Thorin…”

Thorin ignored him. Really, who knew his wife better than he did?

~~~

Not Thorin, obviously. Or at least not right now.  His tired eyes missed details others saw.

Details like the lines on her face that hadn’t used to be there, or how she would oftentimes doze off once Dís forced her into a chair to rest.  Everybody else saw how dealing with nine children while being heavily pregnant with a tenth all by herself was literally draining the life out of her.  

Even the Valar themselves were noticing.

Aulë watched as Thorin arrived back in his chambers well after the twelfth hour and literally fell into bed fully dressed.  

He was the only one, save Yavanna, who saw how the motion woke Estel up.  How the child-swollen dwarrowdame got up and carefully tucked her husband in before returning to her side of the bed.

How Thorin slept like a rock and never touched his wife, whether it be unconsciously reaching out in his sleep to hold her or with more romantic intentions.  How hard Estel worked to parent their children and how she shed tears that nobody else saw.

And it pissed him off.  

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At that point, when Thorin woke up in a garden, he should have been very scared.  An angry god is not one you want to meet.

He was only slightly confused though.  Until he came face-to-face with the burly man carrying a large hammer and a willowy lady dressed in what appeared to be flowers.

“Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain,” the man boomed and Thorin began to feel a little anxious. He felt as though he’d met the pair before, but he couldn’t put a finger on who they were.

“At your service,” he responded.  Nobody said anything, and Thorin got the feeling that the man was either quite angry or simply trying to find the right arrangement of words.

Then the woman spoke. “What my husband is trying to say is that we are very disappointed in you and your treatment of your wife.”

Suddenly it dawned on Thorin just who these people were.  

Aulë and Yavanna themselves.

Shit.

“You have immersed yourself in your work and forsaken her and your children.  You, who think that things are perfect between the both of you, are blind to what is really there.”  Yavanna spoke softly, but the words felt like they were slapping Thorin across the face.

Aulë pipped up, his voice like that of a thunderclap.  “So, to teach you a lesson, we are ensuring that you will know Estel more intimately than you ever would have dreamed.”

Now, this actually wasn’t sounding all that bad to Thorin, and he was about to ask why this was a punishment when he abruptly woke up.

The first thing he noticed was the unusual pressure on both his lungs and his bladder.  The second thing was that he was wearing a nightgown (dear Mahal, he hadn’t gotten drunk last night had he?) and the third was that his stomach looked like he’d swallowed Bombur whole.  

Wanting answers, he turned to wake Estel, only to find himself asleep in the bed.  Right before he started screaming, Aulë’s words echoed in his mind.

You will know Estel more intimately than you ever would have dreamed.

That really wasn’t what he’d envisioned when he’d heard that.

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Time passed by after Thorin and Estel had swapped bodies.  Rumours flitted around Erebor during the last few weeks of Estel’s pregnancy about how Thorin suddenly wore a smug expression and nobody could figure out why.

Thorin learned in excruciating detail just how the female body worked while pregnant and decided that he was glad he didn’t have to deal with breasts.  Don’t get him wrong, he thought they were great, just not when he was the one with them.

Estel learned that while being a male had all sorts of fun advantages, there was one specific anatomical difference that made her life living hell.  At least being a woman meant nobody but yourself knew when somebody was turning you on.

But finally, the day Estel had been eagerly anticipating (while simultaneously worrying about how Thorin would take it) and Thorin had been dreading, arrived.

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“Mahal’s beard…” Thorin groaned, running a hand across his swollen abdomen.  “You never talked about how painful false labour could be….oh….shiiiitt….”

Estel rolled over in the bed, blinking sleepily.  “Is everything alright?”  She asked, voice gruffer than normal from sleep.  Well, gruffer in general because she was inhabiting Thorin’s body.

“Yes?  No?  Oh, I don’t fucking know….”  Thorin’s voice trailed off into a moan and he squirmed uncomfortably.  “My whole body is one fucking ache!”

“Easy on the language.”  Estel said, giving him a look.  “I know it probably doesn’t feel good--” Thorin let out a snort, “but that doesn’t mean you can use my mouth to say such words.”

“Oh, fu—bugger off…” Thorin grumbled.  “You don’t know what I’m going through right now.”  

Estel sat up, looking down at Thorin with an unimpressed eye.  “Oh, I know exactly what you’re feeling right now.  I’ve already had nine kids, remember?  And I’ve carried this one for almost nine months too.  I’d say I should know better than you.”

“Just shut up.” Thorin ran a hand over the swell of his stomach, eyes closed in a grimace. “Mahal’s balls, this one almost seems worse.”

“Worse?”  

Thorin nodded mutely, letting out a soft groan.

“Maybe you’re going into labour…”  Estel said thoughtfully.

“WHAT?!”  Thorin screeched, looking at her with panic in his eyes.  “I can’t push a fucking baby out of myself!  I can’t do it!”

He promptly burst into tears, leaving Estel to try and soothe him.

“Thorin, love, you’ll do just fine.  I’ll be with you the whole time, Dis’ll be there…”

Thorin’s hand clamped down on her arm with an iron grip.  “No.  I don’t want Dis there.  Just you and Loka.”

“But both her and Lorelei have always been here for my labours.  What’s the big deal?”  Estel asked with raised eyebrows.

“That was you, not me. I’m not comfortable with everybody looking at my naked body.  Especially not my sister.”  Thorin shuddered.

“It isn’t even your body!”  Estel laughed, and Thorin scowled.

“Doesn’t matter.” He sniffed primly.  Something he could only manage when inhabiting a female body.  

“Anyways,” Estel sighed, sliding out of the bed, “I’m going to get Loka so she can look you over. It might be nothing though, so don’t worry.”  She flashed Thorin a smile.

“Too late.”

~~~

Estel strode quickly through the empty hallways of Erebor, marveling how quickly she could cover the distance with Thorin’s longer legs.  

It also helped that she wasn’t carrying an almost full-term baby anymore.  

Reaching the door to Fili and Loka’s chambers, she hesitated for a moment as she thought through how to respond if it was Fili answering the door.  Hopefully Loka would answer and not Fili.

She knocked lightly, conscious of the fact that she didn’t know her own strength.  And that the last time she’d knocked on a door, she’d busted her—Thorin’s—knuckles.

The seconds that passed by felt like minutes.  Estel shifted on her feet, all too conscious of the fact that she’d left Thorin by himself in what she was fairly certain was the beginning of active labour.

Footsteps sounded behind the door and she heard the click of the lock before the door was swung open by a curious dwarrowdame.

“Oh thank the Valar,” Estel breathed before the brunette could speak.  “Loka, I think Thorin’s gone into labour.”

Loka smothered a giggle, prompting Estel to raise an eyebrow.  “I’m sorry, it just sounds funny.  A dwarrow in labour, really.”  She shook her head, unable to erase the mirthful smile on her face.  “Excuse me, I’ll go fetch my things.”

“I agree with you on the absurdity of it all,” Estel chuckled, “but do hurry.  I’m worried about leaving him in that state for long. He didn’t seem to be handling things well…”

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Truth be told, he wasn’t.

Thorin regretted sending Estel out for Loka the moment the door had closed behind her.  In hindsight, he should have thought about having her call a guard or servant to fetch Loka.  Then he wouldn’t have been left by himself to try and cope with the intermittent pains.

The pain wasn’t bad, per se, but he would have preferred it if they were regular.  

Predictable.  

Whatever this—false labour, active labour, he didn’t have a clue—was, it came sporadically.  

Sometimes there were long gaps between the aches that blossomed in his back.  Gaps that convinced him that this wasn’t the real deal, and he was just paranoid.  

But then there were the contractions—if that’s what they were called—that hit one after the other. Pulses of pain that made him grit his teeth and feverishly rub his swollen abdomen in a futile attempt to relieve the aching pressure.  

He was starting to believe that Estel was right when she had told him that one time that he’d know when it was time.  And if the small voice in the back of his mind was any indication, then he was going to have to find his balls and act like a man….well, dwarrowdame.  He didn’t want to be a man for this.

~~~

“So, do you know how long he’s been having pains, and how intense they are?”  Loka asked breathlessly, trying to keep up with Estel’s long strides. “And, for Mahal’s sake, slow down!”

“Sorry,” Estel apologized sheepishly.  “I’m not used to being in Thorin’s body.  I forgot how fast I can walk with longer legs.  And I really don’t have answers for you.  He just woke me up with his fidgeting.  I think he’s being a bit dramatic about the whole thing honestly, but he could have a fast labour.  This is my ninth after all…”

Loka nodded.  “True…  I would expect your labours to go faster based on what I’ve learned from the women in Dale and your history…”  She trailed off as a thought hit her.  “Estel, how long was your labour with Eledhwen and the twins?”

Estel frowned, thinking.  “With Eledhwen, it wasn’t more than four hours from start to finish.  I remember the pains coming right in the middle of one of Thorin’s afternoon meetings, and she was born before supper.  The twins were a bit longer, but not by much.  Why do you ask?”

“I just think that this could be a fast labour, that’s all.  And we don’t know what stage he was at when you left him.”  

That’s when it dawned on Estel was Loka was getting to.  The very real possibility that Thorin literally could have a baby at any moment.

Loka and Estel took off at a run.

~~~~

Meanwhile, Thorin was still trying to figure out how Estel had stayed so calm during the beginnings of all her labours.  If this was what she had gone through each time….Mahal, his respect for the women of the world was increasing dramatically.  

As the pain subsided, he decided that maybe it would help to get out of the bed and walk around. Let gravity do whatever it did with babies.

The process of extracting himself from the bed was even more difficult than it usually was with his bowling ball of a stomach.  Presumably because he felt like a coiled spring of wire.  He was on edge waiting for the next wave of pain.

Finally, he levered himself out of the bed and walked, (not waddled.  He didn’t waddle, how dare you think that), to the sitting room, noting that it instinctively felt right to be walking around.  

The female body was odd, that was for sure.  All these instincts that both baffled him and made sense at the same time.  It explained why mothers appeared to have eyes on the backs of their heads.

“Amad?”

The soft voice woke Thorin from his thoughts.  Turning, his gaze fell upon the figure of his and Estel’s eldest child.  

Thorin III was almost a mirror image of his father, much to Thorin’s pride and vague worry. He worried that the boy would turn out just like him, and he didn’t want that.  He didn’t want the boy to know the same sufferings he had.

To be as stubborn and untrusting as he had been.

When he had voiced these worries, Estel had given him an understanding smile and a shake of her head. “He’ll only end up that way if he has those exact same experiences, Thorin.  He will grow up to be his own dwarf, just you watch, my love.”

“Is everything alright?  Is the baby bothering you?”  The lad asked, moving to stand beside his…father?  Mother? Thorin didn’t know.  Damn bodyswap was bloody confusing.

Another pain brewed in the muscles of his back, but Thorin refused to let his son see it show on his face.  “Everything’s fine, Thora.”  He reassured the boy, forcing a smile.  “Just a little backache, that’s all.”

His answer appeased Thora and Thorin hoped that meant the boy would go back to bed so he didn’t have to worry about hiding the pain.  

But Thora only moved closer to place a hand on Thorin’s child-swollen abdomen.  “It’s nighttime, shouldn’t they be asleep?”  He asked curiously as his touch elicited a kick from the baby.  

Of all the times for his son to be asking questions about babies….

“Babies never sleep when they’re supposed to, Thora.  And it doesn’t know there is such a thing as daytime and nighttime.”  

“Oh.”

“Now, shouldn’t you be in bed, hm?”  Thorin tried to imitate Estel’s ‘I-am-your-mother-listen-to-me’ expression.

Thora looked as though he would challenge his…damn it…challenge Thorin.  

Only for Thorin to be saved by the baby.  There was an incredibly well-timed and even better aimed kick to his bladder that caused him to clench his thighs and high-tail it for the bathroom.

He really didn’t want to clean up his own piss.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen.  He just got walked in on.

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[dwarrowdams]

Okay, so I am saying this here because saying it elsewhere might just be the end of my (fledgling) career as an author.

I’ve previously read and enjoyed books written by Brooklyn Ray/Taylor Brooke (a queer + nonbinary white author), but their social media presence was...not my fave.  I saw them drag readers over small things and eventually I couldn’t take the negative vibes so I just unfollowed them, even though something told me that there was more than just ~bad vibes~ going on here.

Giving myself some space helped me to figure out what about them rubbed me the wrong way.  Was it that they RT-ed a tweet that amounted to “free menstrual products are important, but please don’t bash on free condoms bc activists worked hard to make that happen” by saying the OP was tone policing people who menstruate?  Was it the fact that they said that you can’t be Christian and a witch?

Neither of those rubbed me the right way, but the thing that got me was them saying that they disliked POSE because of the queer stereotypes.

That didn’t sit right with me, because POSE is one of very few pieces of modern media that centers Black trans women.  If you don’t like it, whatever, but saying that it’s stereotypical ignores the fact that so few Black trans women have been allowed to exist in queer spaces.  Stories of queer folks with AIDS (or queer folks who are homeless) usually center cis white people, so seeing a story like this focus on Black trans women as stereotypical is...odd, particularly since Janet Mock (a Black trans woman) writes, directs, and produces the show.

Tonight, it all clicked into place.

The comment on POSE.

Their positive review of a book that readers of color have called out for racism (and of course their review doesn’t mention that there’s anything racially problematic in the book).

(White reviewers have mentioned these issues as well.) 

The fact that they released an anthology of stories by nonbinary authors and only two authors included were POC (again, please correct me if I’m wrong).

While that might seem fine (it’s the same number of authors of color as the recently released romance anthology He’s Come Undone, after all), there are nine stories in Behind the Sun, Above the Moon.

There are five stories in He’s Come Undone.  So compare the 40% ratio of authors of color in He’s Come Undone to the 22.2% ratio of Behind the Sun, Above the Moon.  It’s pretty damn telling.

Brooklyn Ray/Taylor Brooke is one of the White Queers who does not acknowledge the white privilege they have.  They are sidlining and ignoring queer/trans people of color and from my knowledge, they have not taken a step back and acknowledged that any of these actions are problematic.

I am tired of seeing white queers who don’t examine their white privilege and racial biases—and I’m white, so I can only imagine how tired queer people of color are of seeing white queers doing this.

While it may be tempting to do so, please do not @ them on social media about this—they can get really nasty with folks over very little, even if those folks are calm and polite (see image below or click the link).

(context: Taylor had vague-tweeted about an article praising Leigh Bardugo’s NINTH HOUSE and someone was asking for the link to the article)

Just stay away from them and use your energy to support trans authors of color: today, this month, and every damn day.

If this is something you want to talk about on Twitter, do so very carefully because I’ve also seen this author post screenshots of tweets where their name was censored out.  (Did someone send them the pics?  Did they poke around looking for their censored out name?  Idk, but something is definitely rotten in the state of Denmark.) I do hope that they learn to be a better ally to QTPOC, but I don’t want any of y’all risking your mental health by trying to confront them directly.

Fellow white queer folks, we need to do better so that the people of color in our queer community can openly be themselves without being criticized for not fitting the White Queer Ideal.

Update: As of today (6/29/20), Brooklyn Ray/Taylor Brooke/Taylor Barton has been dropped by their agent and all of their publishers. However, they are planning to self-publish the books they wrote as Brooklyn Ray (and perhaps others) using the same pseudonym and the same book titles.  The fact that they felt the need to harass me for telling others not to buy their books bc they’re racist + for speaking out against their harassment of other writers says a lot.

Also worth noting: the fact that everyone they harassed when they reactivated their @/BrookieRayWrite Twitter a couple days ago is a) a new writer with fewer industry connections b) trans/nonbinary c) a person of color, or some combination of A-C, is pretty damn telling.

Obviously they have not changed and their apologies were not sincere (especially not the “wah my team made me apologize” one).  They are not worth your time or energy.

(Note: I apologize for not having links/screenshots for all of this—I didn’t think to screenshot the tweets mentioned early on because I didn’t imagine I’d have to make a post like this, but I did try my best to find what I could.)

(Another Note: Edited to include the link to the screenshotted tweet and added links to reviews of Docile by white reviewers that address the racist issues of the novel.)

(A Third Note: Edited to reflect that there was one author of color in the nonbinary anthology; my thanks to the anon who corrected me.)

(A Fourth Note: Edited to reflect that there was another author of color in the aforementioned anthology; my thanks to the anon who corrected me.  Also added update on the situation and deleted the call for folks to share their experiences bc they absolutely have.)

#hush Bree #long post /// #also the POC I follow in the book community haven't read their stuff #which is...telling #also I'm not joking about that ending my writing career #they have some cachet in the romance world and I don't wanna piss them off #(at least not under my pseudonym) #(I'm totally chill with pissing them off as tumblr user dwarrowdams) #also sorry if this is kind of a mess #I couldn't sleep until I wrote it #also I'm def making a list of books by trans authors of color

[gwen-ever]

If you could live in Middle-earth, which race would you be and who would you marry?

lol from you, this is an honour. <3

So, i think its pretty a triggering question, because i tend to think about it sometimes and I always end up with no answer at all.

I would love to be an elf because they have a really strong feeling for the nature around them, but my personality wouldnt be able to live as one of them, they are much too perfect and i am not at all, so no elvs.

Humans... nope sorry, i am a human here i want to be something cooler in my  imagination.

Hobbits... it would be a great pick i also think i could fix into them, (reading a lot, chillin around, eating, drinking beer, smoke around) but i would be too much interested to see what is beyond the Shire.

And now Dwarvs, yeah it is the best choice if i think about it, as i said before, beer, food, tobacco, i probably wouldnt have a lot of female friends, or have that much ability to move around as i want and a little bit of facial hair but at the least i would be able to throw an axe covered in gold lol.)

I think that who would i want to marry is basically obvious, in my mind we could be also a goo match (even if i sometime could embarass him infront of the whole Erebor like getting exited for stupid shit and wouldnt be able to be have a poker face all the time as he does or just do stuff only to piss him off and get cheeky and drunk too many times). But like if i had to pick someone as a dwarrodamn, like right now as i am just a normal woman just living in Erebor where there is no Thorin, no company, maybe in the fourth age, i would just hope to get a dwarvs that loves me and dont be a dickhead, that would be enought for me. lol I would be a simple dwarrowdam with simple wishes.

Now your turn, i want to know hahahaahhah

#fizzyxcustard #asks #i need to remeber what i said in this ask

[theepolynesian]

Kick Ass

Summary: Kili’s lineage is called into question and that pisses you off.

Pairings: Kili x Aunt!Reader

Words: 831

Author’s Note: I saw a thing and made a thing.

-

Whispers were not new or unheard of. There were always whispers going around both Erebor and Ered Luin And you were sick and tired of it. You wanted to behead all of them but Thorin thought it was “going to far.” ‘Going too far my ass,’ you huff as you walk down the hall.

Had the whispers been about you, you would’ve ignored them but they were never about you but more about your nephew, Kili.

It seems everyone had an opinion about how different he was from an actual dwarf. A bit thinner with too little stubble and too fine of a hair. They even dared question if he was actually a dwarf especially after they found out he was courting Tauriel. Oh you wanted to strangle every single one of them especially since one of them had decided to stop the whispering and bring into question Kili’s lineage during a council meeting that he was a part of. That miserable rat!

You stop as you hear sniffling. Turning the corner, your heart aches as you see Kili frantically wiping away his tears.

“Auntie,” he says, giving you a watery chuckle, “shouldn’t you be in the council room?”

“Shouldn’t you?” You ask, walking over to him and joining him on the bench.

“I just needed a little break,” he shrugs and you can tell he’s trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“To cry in the middle of the corridor?” You ask, dipping your head to look at him and he turns to you slightly, watering eyes to threatening to spill over and when one does, you reach out to wipe it away.

“Why am I so different auntie? Am I really a child of an elf?” He asks quietly, turning away from you to stare at the floor. “Of course not. Do not listen to those empty headed tree shaggers,” you say, turning him towards you again, “you are a son of Durin born in a line of Kings. You are the most dwarfiest dwarf in middle earth.”

He chuckles at your joke but he frowns again after a second.

“But I look nothing like a dwarf should look,” he replies quietly and you give him a disbelieving look? Did he really not notice?

“Kili. Look at me,” you tell him and he turns towards you with a frown on his face.

“What?”

“Back up and look at me,” you say and he does what he’s told but frowns as he still doesn’t get it. “I’m not understanding you.”

“Kili you are literally my mini me. We have the same type of hair texture, same type of eyes and same type of hair growth. If I were far younger with less gray hairs we would look like twins which means that it does indeed run in the family and you are a dwarf unless you think me adopted?” You ask with your brow raised and he shakes his head furiously.

“Of course not!”

“Then there you go,” you say, punching him lightly in the arm, “you are a dwarf just as much as I am. Don’t you ever doubt that.”

He smiles at you and you frown as you see a few dams turn the corner. The same dams that insulted your nephew in front of your face.

“Lady y/n,” one of the dam says fake politeness oozing through her voice, “rumor has it that this one is going to marry an elf. Quite pitiful isn’t it?”

“What’s quite pitiful is the fact that Ulirion is still married to you since, rumor has it, that you’ve been spreading your legs with five different men. All at once,” you snark back and she looks absolutely furious and absolutely red.

“You dare-!”

“Yes I dare!” You snap, standing and making her cower in fear, “you have no right to insult my nephew, the prince of Erebor, the second in line to the throne, in front of me! If I were Thorin I would’ve had you beheaded as soon as those slimy words slipped out of your mouth you grass eating tree shagger! Kili has more dwarf blood than you do because if I remember correctly your mother was a human so if anything you are the one that is the least dwarf like in Erebor.

Kili marrying Tauriel is the greatest thing that has happened to our family since we took back our home and it also plays a role in helping our relationship with the elves of Mirkwood but your head is too empty to realize that. One that note, get out of my face before I punch your face.”

With that all three dwarrowdams scramble with you glaring at their back. No one messed with your nephew and got away with it.

“Thank you,” you hear and you turn to smile at your nephew, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “Remember Kili,” you tell him, cupping his face to bring him to look at you, “I will always be here to kick some ass for you.”

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[joyfullynervouscreator]

we need some stories for how Annatar learns the danger of pissing off a dead Dwarrowdam around her Elf // Rogercat

Possibly, but I’m taking a bit of a writing hiatus atm, so I won’t be doing that any time soon :/

Prompt passed on if anyone feels like playing with it ;) might be up @mainecoon76‘s alley

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[decadentenemyturtle]

Calm down, Thorin!

This is a fic for What if…? -challenge by awsome @sdavid09

Summary: What if Thorin went overboard when preparing for his child to be born?

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Words: 1883

Authors note: The due day for these What if?- fics were about a week ago, but I got time to write it just this weekend, so sorry it’s a bit late. ^^’

You were walking around the room, Dis by your side. You were holding your swallowed stomach and took a fragile breath. Another wave of reduction cut through you. You stopped, closing your eyes and trying to hold yourself together.

"Is this really suppose to hurt?" you breathed out, opening your eyes and glancing to your friend. She smiled sadly to you and caressed your upper back. Just then your husband burst into the room and stopped to stare at you and his sister.

"The babe?" he asked, looking between you two. Dis sighed and guided you back to the bed.

"Still on his way. Besides, how'd ye get here before the healers?" she asked as you set yourself to sit on the bed. Thorin stepped next to the bed, setting the billows comfy behind you. You gave a small smile to him as he sat next to you, taking your hand in his.

"... I ran all the way here" Thorin said, turning to look at Dis. Her brows rose.

"... You ran? From the council room?" Dis questioned, grossing her arms. Thorin gave a futile nod, glanced her sister and then you. "Mahal, Thorin, even healer's wing is closer than council's room! You personally made sure that (Y/n) would stay close to it until the babe would be born!" Thorin sighed and rubbed his face with his other hand.

"Aye, I... I did that" he murmured. Dis sighed and shook her head. You let out a whine, when strong pulse of reduction hit you again. Thorin moved right next to you and started to caress your temple, seeming to be rather nervous. Some time went on and on and on and on.... You didn't know how long, since you tried to focus on the pain and your child. And your husband, who usually was so calm in any situation. Yet, now he was more nervous than a newly wed dwarfling in his wedding night.

"Oh for Mahal's sake, where are the midwife's, Thorin?!" Dis finally snapped, after she had walked around the room. As more time has passed, the more she seemed like she would dig someones eyes out. And now Thorin might be her target.

"They were gossiping like little pigs the other day... about... nasty things. So I fired them, gave them lower job" Thorin said, eyeing you. You knew they were talking about you. You had heard it, few times. Thorin had heard it too, and now those dwarrowdam's had to pay for the consequences. Not that they were the first ones to talk about you, a mere human who had married a king. There had been many and would always be the ones who would be talking, whispering among themselves. You knew this, Balin had told you this, as had Dis, Thorin and your loyal maid, who was in her own apartment. Poor lady had gotten sick, a pneumonia Oin had told. Dis' maid hated you, Thorin didn't let her maid to help you for whatever weird reason he had made up and Thorin literally couldn't take any other made to help his first child's birth. Not even if he'd have to be alone here with you. You closed your eyes, too tired to think the outside world. Your baby was finally coming out from your womb, Thorin was acting out of his character and Dis was about to murder someone for the first time while you had known her.

You hear how Dis sigh. Then heavy steps. And soon after the bed pent down as she sat beside you. She took your hand and stroked your hair, causing you to open your eyes and turn to look at her. Dis was looking at you, determinedly yet sadly.  

"She needs extra hands to help the little one out, Thorin" Dis said, turning to look at her brother. He nodded, slowly, and stayed quiet for a minute.

"I talked to Oin the other day. I wanted him to be in attendance when the babe would born. I also set him to pick the midwives who wouldn't stand against the queen. Who would do their job as if she was any other dwarrowdam giving a birth" Thorin murmured, staring at emptiness. Dis frowned. You frowned. The both of you turned to Thorin at the same time, looking at him curiously. So he had thought of some sort of plan?

"And where the Hell is Oin and these midwives of his?" you asked. Thorin turned to look at you, his eyes sad and hopeless. He didn't answer, yet you knew the answer already. He didn't know where the old healer was. Or where the midwives were.

"I'll send Dwalin to fetch 'em" Dis murmured, standing up and moving towards the door. The grumpy dwarf was guarding besides the door with other grumpy, loyal guarding dwarf, Fongas. Dis opened the door, said something and after few murmured words Dwalin set out to look for the old healer. Yet again, another wave of pain hit you. You sighed, clasping to Thorin's hand. He held still, keeping your hand sternly and caressing your hair, forehead and temple, murmuring silent encouragement to you. Dis sat beside you, taking your hand and leaning to the the pillows beside you. Time passed on, again, and you had no idea how long. Half an hour? Hour? Probably even more.

And finally, the door opened and Oin stepped in, two midwife behind him. Dwalin popped behind them, looking firmly at you, then Thorin.

"Thorin, ye... Ye have to come out of the room fo' now. Leave (Y/n) for Oin and yer sister's care" Dwalin said, looking at his friend. Thorin turned to him, looking like he'd cut Dwalin's beard if he'd say it again.

"No. My place is by my wife's side" Thorin said and turned back to you. Dwalin sighed and called out Thorin. Even Dis looked at Thorin as if he should leave the room. You turned to look at him, being probably the only one who wished him to stay. And as if Thorin knew what you wished, he set himself beside you even better and kissed your temple. Then he addressed the room.

"I'm staying with my wife. End of discussion" he said, his voice and authority not giving anyone in the room any room for objects. Dwalin only nodded, not even glancing to Dis or Oin. He had seen your silent plea and heard Thorin's decision. That was all he needed.The door closed and the door was left in silence, as everyone neither looked at you and Thorin or the door.

"Well then, let's get the lad out" Oin finally sighed and turned to you and Thorin. Thorin nodded, stern look on his face. Oin and the two midwives, old and experienced Mura who really didn't care about mother's status, and younger and lesser experienced Keren. These three were all you needed. Besides your husband and Dis. You looked at your husband, happy to have him by your side. But little did you know, how horrible he started to turn as more time started to pass by.

You had opened more than any average first-time breeder. This was what Mura and Oin both said. Thorin got mad at them to connect you at the other birth giving women. He almost throw those two out because of this, but Dis' snarl made him to let them stay. For now.

After sitting a little more than half an hour beside you, Thorin started to walk around the room, all by himself. You wanted to take a little walk yourself, and even Mura and Keren suggested it, but Thorin forbid it. You would be lying on the bed Mahal know how many hours. You would be on the bed even after your child would be born, you knew it. Thorin wouldn't let you get up no matter what.

Then when you started to whine how you needed to move, Karen suggested that maybe you should change your position. Thorin was ready to throw her out for that comment. He thought moving you would harm the baby. But when Dis snapped to him, how moving around and being in other position's would help you and made you feel more comfortable, he complied. And so you were moved to other position, thought Thorin was complaining how Oin, Keren and Dis were moving you wrong. Dis shot a warning glance to his brother, who just shrugged it off.

The rest of the 14 hours went like this. Whatever anyone else besides you did, Thorin almost lost his temper and was about to throw them out. Few times he even threatened to call the guard's to take his sister or Oin or midwives out. Mura and Keren were most of his temper's target's. They needed only to look at each other for Thorin to assume that they were hating you, plotting to hurt his son or share any gossip among the other ladies as soon as the'd be out of the room. But the only thing these two would be gossiping would be Thorin's behavior and the calmness of the queen. It was well known how the mother's would be acting when giving a birth, but you were calm like the river. And Thorin was like Balrog at her period. Well, literally.

When it was time for you to push the babe out, Keren had taken your hand to support you. Thorin almost lost his shit and was about to throw her out to even think about to touch you, when you snapped.

"THORIN, SON OF THRAIN, SON OF THOR! The next one who leave's from the room is you if you do not shut your mouth! I've had enough of your shit for the week! So sit down and help me to push the lad out or go do your kingly duty, for all I care!" you shouted. Your statement came out even harder than you meant, but you were so angry. And tired. Thorin had taken it too far. He had overreacted literally to everything and it pissed you off. The people in the room tried to help you and he made it hard to all of you, which was in fact a miracle that none of you hadn't lost your mind.

And one miracle did happen for that night. Thorin did shut up. He sat next to you, replacing Dis. He held your hand, stroked your hair and kissed your temple. But he didn't crank, didn't act all nervous and didn't threaten to throw everyone out, even you were sure he wanted to. And one hour later, you had a little baby in your arms.

"Finally..." you sighed and stroked the babes smooth, round cheek. Thorin was leaning to your left side, looking down at your little child, smiling and crying at the same time.

"Aye... She's so beautiful, like 'er mother" Thorin whispered, a sob finishing his sentence. You turned to look at him, smiling. First he was acting like a Balrog and now he was like crybaby. This was the first and the last time you saw him act like this. The next time you gave birth for another baby girl, Thorin was acting more collected and wasn't shouting as much as the first time.

#what if #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield

[theamazingworldoffandomfics]

A Lion Amongst Dwarves

Warning: fighting, blood

Pairing: Fili x reader, Thorin, Kili, Bofur, Balin, the rest of the company, Gandalf

A/n: I know there are quite a few shifter!reader fics but I liked this idea and had to write it. Hope you all like it. Tag list is still open

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               Thorin ordered everyone up the trees. You followed Fili and Kili up, your eyes trained on the wargs that were quickly approaching all of you. They circled the trees you all were in. The trees began to topple over like dominos which caused all of you to jump from tree to tree until all of you were in one tree. You saw the white Orc that Thorin had once told you was dead but there he was, on top of a white warg. One of the others behind you had said the Orcs name was Azog. Thorin was pissed and the only thing that flashed in his eyes was revenge.

               Thorin walked along the truck of the tree towards Azog. You looked at both Fili and Kili, knowing just what their uncle meant to them, you saw fear in their eyes. Your eyes went back to Thorin just as Azog hit Thorin for what could have been the second time. Azog stalked Thorin, his warg was about to attack him and you knew you had to do something.

               You pulled yourself to a standing position on the tree and quickly stripped yourself of your coat and your good leather. Despite the fierce shouts behind you, you ran straight towards the white warg. You leaped into the air and shifted seconds before shoving Thorin out of the way and the wargs teeth dug into your side and back. Thorin looked stunned as he saw your beast form in between the wargs teeth, your golden fur starting to stain with your own blood. The warg released you and Azog smirked at how your body was starting to go limp. The last thoughts that went through your mind was Fili and Kili still had their uncle and they were safe. Then your body hit the ground in a thud and everything went dark.

               You had no idea how long you were out. A groan fell from your lips as you tried to move slightly. You felt a hand on your bare shoulder and you slowly opened your eyes. Gandalf was right in front of you with a small smile on his face. The look he gave you was one of you should lie back down and you did as you were silently told. You heard voices nearby and they weren’t too happy. The voices sounded like Thorin, Fili, Dwalin and Balin.

               “Why did she decide to hide such a thing like this?” The voice sounded like Balin. “A skin-changer definitely changes things a bit.”

               “It changes nothing. She is still of Dwarven kin due to her mother. Smaug would know as soon as she steps into the treasure room. She won’t be going.” Thorin knew that you were a skin-changer and he knew your mother before her untimely death many years ago. “I want to know what possessed her to risk her own life.”

               “Maybe she fancies you?” Bofur walked up to the dwarves. “That could be…”

               “No, that wouldn’t be it. I knew her mother and (Y/n) is like the child I never had.” Thorin was, in fact, like a father to you but you wouldn’t have risked yourself if Fili never looked as if his whole world would come crashing down around him if Thorin would have died.

               “She is also awake.” You sat up despite Gandalf and Oin trying to keep you from hurting yourself even more. You pulled the cloak up higher to make sure you were covered despite knowing that at least one of them had seen you naked. Being injured only made you a bit shy or it could have been that now the whole company knew you were a skin-changer.

               “Now that you’re awake, tell me. Why in Mahal’s name did you risk yourself to save me?” Thorin’s voice was stern and yet held a lot of anger.

               “I, um, I didn’t want Fili nor Kili to lose their only uncle.” You pushed yourself up and stood in front of everyone with the cloak now wrapped around your body, shielding everyone from the wrappings around your waist. “You didn’t see the fear in their eyes when you walked towards Azog. It would have killed me if I just let you get hurt.”

               “But instead you got injured. I’ve told you, I do not need to be saved.”

               “Get off that high horse of yours Thorin. Before I departed from Ered Luin, after you, Fili and Kili, I vowed to keep both Fili and Kili happy and keeping your stubborn ass alive will make them happy.” Despite the protests of Gandalf and Oin, you turned and faced the stubborn Dwarf. “Like I said Thorin, you never saw the fear in their eyes.” You glanced down for a moment and saw that ether Fili or Kili had grabbed your coat and leather. Ignoring the pain you felt, you bent down and grabbed your coat then slipped it on while letting the cloak fall to the ground. Your coat covered your body down just past your ass and you held it closed. With a single glare at Thorin, you walked away not wanting to argue with him any longer than you already had.

               You walked away from the fire, being consumed by the darkness that surrounded the campsite. Your heart broke when you saw fear in Fili’s eyes when Thorin walked willingly towards Azog. That same heart that had belonged to Fili for so many years, since you had met the Dwarf. None of the company knew you were a skin-changer before setting off on this quest, now everyone knows. Being a skin-changer doesn’t change who they had come to know, you were still the stubborn Dwarrowdam that some of the others had seen grow.

               The sound of footsteps alerted you of an approaching figure. Your eyes looked over to the being and saw that it was Kili. You released a heavy sigh that surely didn’t go unnoticed by the approaching Dwarf.

               “What are you doing all the way out here, alone at that?” Concern written all over his face.

               “I am not alone, you’re here now.”

               “That still doesn’t answer my question on why you’re out here.”

               “Your uncle was starting to get on my nerves. Despite growing up around him, he still irritates me to no end.”

               “From what I heard, he was being his protective self when you threw yourself in front of him.”

               “He may be protective but he did not see the fear and pain in yours or Fili’s eyes. I’ve known you both for so long and I honestly hate seeing that on both of your faces.”

               “How come you never told us that you were a skin-changer?”

               “So you can try to drag me into scaring other Dwarves. I know you both have a habit of pranking and I didn’t want more attention than I already did.” You thought back to hearing many Dwarves talking about the Dwarven skin-changer, hearing parents telling their young ones that the Dwarven skin-changer will get them if they didn’t act right. You had thought that this journey would help change minds but you doubt that it will help.

               “What attention? The stories the floated around Ered Luin were about you, weren’t they?” Kili looked at you as if he was smacked in the face. He ran his hand across his face and whispered a few curse words which you heard loud and clear. “Fee and I may love pranking but we would never use you like that. Besides Fee would hurt me for even thinking of it.” You smirked at the thought of Fili smacking Kili up the side of his head.

               “That would be fun to see though.” You continued to smirk, thinking of Fili being protective of you. “I’m sorry for not telling you guys sooner. I, um, I didn’t want you guys to think of me any different. Thorin had known about me being a skin-changer all because he knew my mother before she died.” You knew Thorin kept things from both Fili and Kili because he thought they only needed to know what he wanted them to know. The thought of your mother had brought a few tears to your eyes and tried so hard not to let them fall. Thankful that it was dark out but it didn’t completely conceal from his Dwarven eyes.

               “Oh (Y/n).” Kili tried to pull you into a hug but your side protested the sideways movement and you raised your hand to his advance. There was only one you really wanted to comfort you and hold you in his arms was Fili, your amralime. Kili takes notice and nods his head. “I forgot for a moment that you were still hurt. Sorry.”

               “It’s fine, Kee. Fee gives a bit better hugs than you.” He looked at you with a mock hurt expression.

               “That hurts, (Y/n), that really hurt. I thought you care for me.” You heard a different pair of boots make their way towards the two of you, recognizing they belong to Fili.

               “Oh Kee, I care for you. As one would care for an annoying brother and I mean it from the bottom of my heart.” You place a hand on his shoulder as you spoke. Turning to look at Fili and seeing a smile grace his lips. Seeing the beads that clasped the two small braids on either side of his mouth, the same ones that you had wanted to feel touch your skin while he nuzzles his face into your neck. Oh the thoughts of the other places you wanted to feel those beads even more of his hands, mouth, and other parts.

               “Here you two are.”

               “Has your uncle calmed down or is he still upset that I prevented him becoming Warg-chow?” You heard both Fili and Kili chuckle before you glared at Kili, hopefully silently telling him to go away. Kili looked from you to his brother and smirked. He raised his hands as if surrendering and started to back away from the two of you.

               “I clearly see that I’m not needed here. I’ll go and bug uncle.” With that, he was gone. You turn and go to look up at Fili, only to find him already looking at you with a look of concern written on his face.

               “(Y/n), what you did was brave but incredibly stupid.”

               “You think I didn’t know what I was doing. I made that choice because your uncle was there for me, he allowed me to come with all of you on this journey and I would make the same choice if it happened again. If it means throwing myself into danger to save Thorin so you could still have him and I would never have to see that look of pain and fear in your eyes, I would do it without a second thought.” Your eyes went wide when you realized that you just said to him and not both him and his brother. You looked down at the ground so you didn’t have to look at Fili before rejecting you. Suddenly you felt a hand just under your chin, the Dwarf in front of you gently lifted your chin so you can look him in the eyes.

               “I had that same look when that warg hurt you.” Your eyes went wide again as his words sunk in. “You mean more to me than all of treasure in Middle-Earth and I do not want to see you get hurt that badly again.” You smiled softly as his hand slide into your hair.

               “On this journey, I foresee me getting hurt Fee.” You suddenly become aware of how close the two of you were and how little you were wearing. You could feel yourself lean towards Fili. Then all of a sudden a complete different pair of boots came towards you which caused you both to step away from each other.

               “Supper is ready you two.” Bofur was the one to come collect you two. You dropped your head and chuckled softly to yourself as Fili did the same. You both walked past him without a word to him. “Did I just miss something or ruin a moment? Guys?”

               “Bofur, stop wondering about it and let’s get food before Bombur tries to eat our portions.” You gently turn and look at him as you walk away from him. Bofur stood there for a moment before tilting his head a little and following behind you and Fili.

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Thorin, Fili, Emma and the Unusual Arrangement - Part 8

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7]

This tale is for 18+ readers only.

If smut, angst, fluff, backdoor entry, oral (m&f receiving), and threesome offend you, do NOT read below the cut!!!  

In  this Alternate Universe Hobbit tale, Thorin and Company find an injured  Dwarrowdam in the wild who is alone. They take her into the company and  heal her, insisting that she stay with them so she stays safe. During  the quest, Thorin, Fili and the Dwarrowdam find themselves in an unusual  arrangement out of necessity and by the will of the Dwarven god, Mahal.  What is the unusual arrangement? Will the arrangement work out? Will  the line of Durin survive the Quest and reclaim Erebor?

(I  do not claim ownership of any of Tolkien’s characters, languages or  places, nor do I claim ownership of Tauriel’s character. )

“Ready for the teasing?” Thorin asks them. Fili groans and you giggle. “Fili, you are not allowed to share any of this with Kili. Not until the night before he gets to experience his special ‘coming-of-age’ day.” Thorin tells him. Fili nods, knowing Kee won’t be happy about that. You giggle. “So, did it help having a sneak peek, Fee?” you tease. His eyes get wide and his jaw drops. “YOU KNEW?!?!” he exclaims.

You and Thorin just smirk and raise an eyebrow.

Fili’s face gets beet red. “It’s okay, Fee. You were going to see it all anyway.” You tell him. “Sorry, we were just curious. We didn’t mean to, but we stumbled on you two and I guess we just got kind of captivated by it.” He says bashfully. You giggle.

Thorin chuckles and opens the door. Balin stands and chuckles. “Done already?” he asks with a grin and a wink. “Oh, we’ve been done since, what, 1p.m.? We just decided to smash Dwalin’s record while we were at it.” You quip and see Balin’s jaw drop. He laughs and pats your hand. “You’re gonna give these two a run for their money, Lass!” he chuckles. You just grin and chuckle.

“So, what’s the new record for cumming with backdoor adventures?” Balin inquires, now curious. You three smirk. You pull Balin over and whisper. “25” and he roars laughing. “HOW???” he asks. You grin. “It helps when you can come back-to-back multiple times.” You reply with a smirk. Balin roars laughing. “Oh, Lass, you are a treasure! Dwalin will never let Fili live this down!” he tells you three. Fili just beams and holds your hand happily. “We were just having fun, Thorin was the one keeping track of how many times it ended up being!” you giggle. “We’d have kept going, but I was finally getting sore, so we stopped for a while.” You tell him.

Balin chuckles. “Oh, to be young again!” he quips and laughs. “Come on, let’s break the news to them and let them collect their bets.” He tells the three of you. You and Fili are giggling as you walk down the hallway. “Thank you, Em, for doing this for me.” Fili says quietly. He kisses your hand and grins. You give his hand a squeeze. “My pleasure.” You say with a smirk. He grins.

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The company is all sitting around the table talking waiting for news of you and Fili from Balin. “So how much longer ya think they’ll be?” Bofur asks. “They’re done.” Balin says rounding the corner and stepping into the room. “May I present, Fili, son of Dis, an official adult Dwarrow.” He says with a grin and Fili comes out from behind you and Thorin and steps forward, red faced and grinning from ear to ear.

The Dwarves all cheer. “What took ya so long?” Bofur teases. “Oh, we were done by 1 p.m., but decided to see if we could beat Dwalin’s record since we were having so much fun…” Fili says with a smirk.

Dwalin raises an eyebrow. “Oh, Really??? And did they beat my record, Thorin?” he asks seeing the smirk on Thorin’s face. “Yup.” Is all he says. Dwalin’s jaw drops, “WHAT?!?” he asks. The rest of the company are all cackling. “SO, Fili, what’s the new record?” Nori asks, rubbing it in to Dwalin that his record has been beaten. Fili grins, “25” he says raising his head with a proud smirk. The company’s jaws all drop. “25?!?!?!” They all exclaim and look at you in awe.

You giggle. “It helps when you can cum back-to-back, multiple times.” You giggle, your face beet red. They all guffaw and come to congratulate you and Fili. Dwalin’s laughing and can’t believe you two beat his record. “You sure it was 25???” Dwalin asks Thorin. “Definitely.” He replies. “When Fee is having to repeatedly beg her to relax and let him cum cuz she’s gripping him so hard, I’d say it counts.” He whispers in Dwalin’s ear. Dwalin roars laughing and nods. “Okay, fair enough!” he replies with a chuckle.

While everyone’s pulling Fili over to the table to congratulate him and shower him with praise, Bilbo comes over quietly and hands Thorin a soft cushion. “For Em… to sit on. I’m sure she’s sore after all that.” He giggles. Thorin smiles. “Thank you Bilbo.” He says quietly and shows you over to the table. Thorin slips the cushion onto the bench and then has you sit on it. You let out a happy sigh when your derriere lands on something soft and you spread your skirt so no one can see it easily and you smirk and mouth ‘thank you’ to Bilbo. He grins and gives you a wink.

Oin chuckles and comes over and hands you some tea. You look puzzled. “It’s an extra dose since you were a bit more active than usual.” He explains. “We can’t take any chances until after things settle down in Erebor after it’s reclaimed, and the Dragon sickness is dealt with.” He whispers. “There’s also some pain relievers in it, and no, they won’t make you sleepy this time.” he informs you with a wink.” you nod.

You sip on the bitter tea, and must be making a face since Bilbo’s giggling and looking at you. Sighing, you chug it and hand Oin the cup. Thorin chuckles and you sit there leaning against Thorin, feeling glad that the training is over. You’re sore, and your entire body aches from all the positions Fili had you in. You grin at his creativity.

Watching the company sitting around bantering and demanding so and so pay up now that the event is over and it’s time for the losers to pay the winners. You giggle at the banter back and forth. You’re glad they aren’t picking on you too much. An occasional good-natured jab, but for the most part they show respect and leave you alone, grateful that you were willing to do this for Fili.

Thorin holds you in his arm, he can tell you’re tired. He hopes you’ll be up for a little more activity. It was hard for him to watch you being ravished by Fili all morning and most of the afternoon, he wanted to join in so badly, but knew he couldn’t. He was surprised it didn’t turn him on more. He wonders if it was just because he was more concerned about your safety and making sure Fili didn’t hurt you. In either case, he wants to join with you for a while, even if it’s just parking his member in you and holding you.

He holds your hand and nestles his fingers between yours. The two of you enjoy visiting with the others and before you know it, Bombur is putting supper on the table. You giggle at how hungry Fili is. He is eating like he was a starved Dwarf. “Slow down Fee, you’re gonna make yourself sick!” Kili tells him. “What? I’m hungry! I got my exercise in and now I’m starved!” he exclaims, and everyone cracks up laughing. “How come Em’s not eating like that then?” Kili asks. You giggle. “Cuz I just got to lie there and enjoy it. Fee had to do all the work!” and everyone roars laughing.

You grin and finish eating. “Well, I’m needing some rest after this busy day I’ve had.” You quip and move to stand. Thorin catches the cushion and tucks it against the table leg. “I’m going to retire for the night.” You tell them. You move to step away from the table. Thorin goes to get up, but you stop him. “I’ll be fine, Love. Spend some time with the company and don’t let them tease Fee too much. You both can come join me when you’re ready for some cuddles. I’m going to just have some quiet time, relax and soak in the tub for a bit longer and then lie down.” You tell him.

Thorin sighs. “Okay.” He replies quietly. You caress his weathered face gently. And give him a kiss. “I know what you want, Thorin. Just be patient. You’ll get it.” You promise. He kisses you back and you saunter off to the bedroom.

You stop in the bathroom to ‘empty out’ your ass, feeling incredibly full since Fili filled you almost non-stop all afternoon in there. You sat for a good five minutes rubbing your belly before you felt the pressure decrease and the cum finally stopped draining from your ass. You sigh and clean yourself up and head to the room to soak in the tub.

Oin and Balin watch the exchange and come over after you left. “Em alright?” they ask quietly. Thorin nods. “Just tired and a little sore. They were having fun once Fili met the requirements and she decided to go soak in the tub for a bit and have some quiet time and Relax.” He says quietly.

“Thorin, I have some herbs she can put in the water to help with the aches and pain. Would you mind if I brought them to her and showed her how to activate them?” Oin offers. “No, I won’t mind, Oin. Go ahead.” Thorin replies. Oin goes to where his pack is and gets the herbs and puts them into a cheesecloth pouch and ties it shut. Then he heads off to the bedroom area and knocks on your door. “Who is it?” you ask. “It’s Oin, Lass. I have something you can have in the bathwater to help with the aches and pain.” He offers. “Just a minute.” You say and climb out of the tub. A groan escapes your lips as you move around. You wrap in a towel and unlock the door.

Oin comes in and explains that Dams who are chosen to do what you did, are often sore afterwards since they are usually using up the entire day teaching the lad the ways. He shows you how to put the sachet into the hot or warm bathwater and let it steep for about 10 minutes, then take it out and soak for a half hour or more. “You’ll be feeling better by tomorrow morning. Just make sure you drink plenty of water.

If it starts to burn when you use the restroom, let me know. Some Dams end up with a bladder infection from all the friction irritating the wall and bladder.” He explains. You nod. “Thank you, Oin.” “Thank you for doing this for Fili, Em. We weren’t sure how Thorin was going to teach him when we realized he was going to reach that milestone on the journey, and we had no Dam to ask to help teach him. I am glad we found you and that you were willing to do this.” He tells you. “You were an answer to many of our prayers to Mahal.” He says. “Now, I’ll leave you to your quiet time.” Oin says and he brings the pitcher of water over and sets it on the chair beside the tub and puts your cup with it, then heads out.

You sigh and unwrap the towel and climb into the tub again you toss the sachet in and let it float around in the tub while you soak. You figure it had been in there for more than ten minutes, so you pull it out, give it a squeeze and plop it on the floor. Then you lie back in the water and rest your head against the tub, letting the warmth surround you. Quickly, you fall asleep and that’s how Thorin and Fili find you a few hours later.

“Awwwee, she looks so cute like that!” Fili says softly Thorin smiles and nods. “Fili, turn the blankets down on the bed and then grab the towel and let’s get her out of the tub, that water’s got to be cold by now.” Thorin says. Fili nods and Thorin locks the door then strips out of his clothes. He leans over the tub and dips his arms into the cool water. He slips them under your legs and around your back and gently lifts your glorious, naked body out of the water. He holds you over it for a couple minutes, letting the water run off of you. “Fee, come squeeze out her hair so it’s not dripping all over.” He instructs.

Fili does as he’s asked and gets it all squeezed out. You wake when they start to dry you off and you open your sleepy eyes. “Oh, hi! Did I fall asleep in the tub again?” you ask. They both chuckle and nod. You giggle and let them finish. “Come on, Love, let’s get you to bed so we can cuddle you.” Thorin says. You nod and he carries you to bed. Fili scrambles up and giggles. This bed is huge! I bet we could fit Kee and Bilbo in here too and still have room to sprawl!” he exclaims. “Nope. No more Dwarves or others in my bed! Two is plenty for me!” you exclaim. They both laugh and pepper you with kisses.

You grin at their ministrations and you sigh happily. “Are you up for a little more exploring, Em?” Fili asks. You giggle. “You two are insatiable! Tell you what, I’ll lie here and you two have fun exploring and figure it out.” You tell them. They both laugh and nod.

They talk for a few minutes discussing what they want to try. Thorin wants to be in your main entrance and Fili decides he wants to feel your lips on him again. They ask if that’s okay and you nod, not sure how they’ll do it, but you decide to leave it up to them to figure out.

They put you in the middle of the bed so they can both easily move around you, and you’re positioned on your back. Thorin reclines beside you and caresses you and worships your body for a little bit getting you ready for another round of lovemaking. Fili kisses your face upside down, making you giggle, he caresses your neck and plays with your hair. Once you were warmed up and slick, Thorin pulls his fingers out of your cave and licks them clean, then slowly enters you, making you let out a toe-curling moan.

Both Dwarves moan. “Ooohhh, I like the sound of that!” Fili says with a grin. “I wonder how many times we can make her do that tonight and tomorrow?” he asks. Thorin smirks. “A lot.” Is all he says. He slowly thrusts in and out of you, knowing you’re sore, and just wanting to take it easy with you. He nugdes your leg up and lets it dangle over his thigh as he caresses it. Fili gives him a minute then looks down at you.

You gaze up at him and reach up and caress his member. Pleasuring him with your hands. He moans and lets you do as you please. You pleasure Fili with your hands for a bit, then you take him in your mouth, so he is hovering over your head facing Thorin. You put your hands on his hips and guide him how to thrust shallowly into your mouth while you tease him with your tongue. Once he is used to that, you gradually work him to the back of your throat just before the gag reflex area.

Fili is a moaning mess, thoroughly enjoying your mouth on his dick. He feels your tongue toying with the top of his dick and his sensitive underside of his dick rubbing along the bumpy roof of your mouth.

Thorin is chuckling as he watches and lazily thrusts in you. Once you were ready, you relax your throat and caress Fili’s hips and give him a quick pull forward, pushing his shaft in past the gag reflex area and his and Thorin’s eyes both get huge as they can see the outline of Fili’s dick on your throat as he presses into it. You moan and Fili’s eyes roll back, as he lets out a groan in reply, “Ohhh, Sweet Mahal!” he exclaims. “Oh, Em, Honey, this feels amazing!” he tells you as his hands hold your head gently. He slowly thrusts in and out of your mouth enjoying the feeling. When you need to breathe, you tap his hands, and he gently pulls out.

Thorin and Fili’s eyes widen in wonder as they are watching your throat move as Fili pulls his dick out and just does some shallow thrusts letting you breathe. When you’re ready, you pull on his hips and he does a quick thrust to get past your gag reflex and then sinks back into your throat, making it swell again. Thorin reaches up and gently places a hand on your throat and Fili does some shallow thrusts. Thorin’s eyes open wide when he can feel it. He looks up at Fili and chuckles.

Leaning back, he rests his hand on your low belly, feeling his own thrusts into you. “The skin in these two places must be thin since we can feel the movement through them. I can’t feel it here when I take her in her back door.” Thorin says, musing. Fili shrugs and rests his hand gently on your throat feeling his dick move up and down your passage.

You tap his fingers, and he pulls out letting you breathe. He enjoys this for a while as does Thorin, then Fili pulls out and shifts to lie beside you. Thorin leans forward and reclines on the side of you, still buried in your main opening. They both lie there on either side of you, each caressing half of your body. The sensations confusing your brain and nearly make it short circuit.

Moaning quietly, you enjoy their soft touches. “Em, can I try to enter your back door while Thorin stays in your main opening?” Fili asks. You think for a minute then nod. “Just take it slow.” You say. He nods and grabs the bottle of lube. He pours some into his hand and rubs it on himself and uses the rest on your rear opening after turning you onto your side. He curls up against you and takes his dick and uses it to massage your opening. Thorin watches carefully to make sure you aren’t hurt.

You moan softly feeling the pressure and the caresses. “You alright?” Thorin asks. You nod. “Feels good, he’s just using his tip to massage it.” You reply. Thorin nods.

Once Fili feels you start to relax, he slowly adds more pressure. Little by little his tip slips in. when it finally slips past the tight ring, you both groan. “Ooohhh, soooo tight, Em!” Fili groans. “Aaaaahhhhh, Oh, Fili! Give me a minute.” You say panting a little as it stretches you, and keeps you stretched like that.

It feels tighter now since Thorin’s already stretching the wall that your ass’s tunnel and your main cavern share. Fili stills and lets you adjust. He caresses your rear and your leg while he waits, once you are ready you nod, and he slowly starts to press in further. He groans and stills, then pulls back a little till his tip is at your entrance again. He slowly presses in again, and groans, then cums with a moan. “Ooohhhh, you feel so much tighter, Em!” he groans and rests his head between your shoulder blades panting a little. Thorin shifts and thrusts a little bit, making all three of you moan at the feeling. He grins and stills.

Slowly Fili starts to delve deeper into your ass, cumming a second time with a low moan. “Sooo fucking tight, Oh Mahal, Thorin!” he groans. Thorin just smirks and gives a few shallow thrusts. You and Fili moan again and Fili is clinging to your back like a backpack. Finally, he gets himself fully sheathed and sighs happily. Your eyes roll back, and you moan, “Ohhhh, Thorinnnnn!!! I feel so over-stuffed with you both buried so deep inside me!!!”

Thorin and Fili both grin. “Now what?” Fili asks. “Just relax and enjoy it.” Thorin replies. Fili nods and lays his head next to you on the pillow. Once Thorin feels Fili right on the other side of the canals’ wall from him, and sees Fili settle and still. Thorin starts to slowly thrust in long, slow movements, getting you both used to the sensation. Both you and Fili groan, long, low groans of pleasure as the sensation is drawn out by Thorin’s slow, long thrusts. Fili feels the pressure decrease on his dick as Thorin pulls out. He sighs a little and then lets out another long, low groan as Thorin starts to press back into you. Thorin groans a low, rumbling sound as he feels Fili’s dick caressing him through the wall separating the two passages.

Thorin does this for a while, taking his time, getting you all used to the feeling. Fili cums again from the sensation and groans. He starts to pull back too as Thorin presses in. The shifting and changes in pressure have you moaning in low, rumbling moans of their names, making them both turned on. Fili slowly starts to match Thorin’s strokes, alternating them so you are only filled by both of them for a few moments between each stroke.

Your moans get more urgent and you start to beg them to go faster. They look at each other and Fili lets Thorin set the pace, and he matches it. Little by little they thrust faster letting you dictate the pace. You’re panting and can’t believe they are both taking you like this at the same time and it’s not hurting. Your mind is slowly being blown by them and you are losing the ability to think coherently as they slowly tighten the coil deep inside you.

You’re whimpering and begging for more. You reach out and tug Thorin to come closer. He shifts his body against yours and you wrap your arms around him in a hug. He chuckles since that is how Fili is holding you, except you’re facing away. Thorin picks up the pace and again, Fili matches it and soon they are both pounding into you and grunting like boars. They both cum with a loud groan and you cry out feeling them both cum together and fill your two canals with heat and a throbbing sensation that is slightly different, which triggers you to cum and grip them both tight. They both groan and wait for you to relax and then they start to thrust alternating again. Starting the whole process over again.

You lie there panting as these two Dwarrow take you gently and give you mind-blowing pleasure as they fuck both your holes at the same time. Fili grins and sees a smug look on Thorin’s face. He chuckles and starts to pepper your shoulders and across your back with little kisses while Thorin caresses your front.

You moan even more and cry out, “Ohhhh, yesssss, oh, you two!!!! Moreeee!” you beg and they both grin and pick up the pace. Soon their paces get off as they start to lose rhythm as the pleasure gets almost overwhelming for them and Fili comes first with a growl and a powerful orgasm that has him seeing stars and feeling like lead almost immediately. The force of his cum shooting into you along with his throbbing triggers your climax and you groan, “Oooooohhhhh, Feeeeee, oooooh, Thorin, don’t stop!!!”

Your climax clenching down on Thorin makes him lose rhythm and he growls as he feels your walls tighten and start to milk his length. He rumbles and groans and tries to keep thrusting, but his orgasm hits him like a ton of bricks, and he growls and cums with a strong climax as well, he paints your walls with his warmth, throbs hard inside you making Fili moan at the sensation and annoyed that he can’t move to make it stop. His tip is near where the pressure from Throin’s cum is hitting your wall, and with every load hitting the wall, it sends the sensation into Fili’s tip.

You lie there panting heavly, feeling warm and sweaty pinned between two Dwarrow who are like furnaces. You groan and roll Fili off of you a little and he moans still feeling like lead. His arm flops down off your side and he doesn’t move. Thorin lies there panting heavily. “You… alright… Love?” he asks between pants.

“Just too warm.” you reply. “You two… are like…  fucking… furnaces!” you exclaim. He laughs and nods. “You won’t have to worry about being too cold, Sweetheart, once we’re back on the road. Fee and I will keep you warm.” Thorin tells you.

You nod. “Rest now, love. You too Fee.” Thorin tells you both. He pulls out of you for a minute to grab the blankets and pulls them up over the three of you and makes sure to hang onto the top two since he knows Fili is a ‘blanket thief’. And will end up grabbing them all if he doesn’t hang onto them.

Thorin lies down next to you and enters you again. Making Fili groan and turn to cuddle you, thrusting into you then stilling. The three of you fall asleep quickly. Both of your Dwarves buried to the hilt inside of you.

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The next morning, Thorin is surprised that the blankets are where he left them. He opens his eyes and realizes Fili hasn’t moved! He’s smiling in his sleep, curled up against you with his hands nestled in your hair and his face almost buried in it. Thorin chuckles and wonders if Fili was such a restless sleeper because of his soul longing for you all his life. Thorin thinks about his own sleep since joining with you and he realizes his sleep has improved as well. He grins and lies there happily joined with you still. His morning wood buried deep within your lush, warm walls. You’re throbbing ever so slightly and a contented look on your sleepy face. Thorin kisses your forehead and brings an arm over you and Fili and embraces you both.

You wake to quiet low, murmuring and the feeling of being stuffed so full it makes you groan. You feel the fullness shift and start to alternate slow thrusts. As Thorin and Fili both see you start to wake. “Mmmmmm” you moan. “Morning, Sweetheart.” Fili murmurs in your ear and nibbles on it. “Morning Fee.” You mumble. “Morning Love.” Thorin says, kissing your forehead. “Morning Thorin.” You mumble, still not opening your eyes. “How did you sleep?” Fili asks.

“Mmmmmm. Good.” You moan. “Soooo fullll! Ohhhh!” you moan. They both grin. “Would you like to try a different position, Sweetheart?” Fili asks. You nod.

They both slowly slip out of you and Thorin rolls onto his back and Fili hops off the bed and goes to wash himself so he’s good and clean.

Thorin takes the bottle of lube and slicks himself up and pulls you to lie on your back on top of him. “Just relax, Love, let me in.” he purrs and slowly presses into you. You’re still quite stretched from Fili and you moan, while he easily slips in and buries himself deeply after a few good thrusts. He waits for Fili to finish and then Fili climbs back up and looks at how you two are laying, “Mind if I move some legs around?” he asks.

You shake your head. Fili moves Thorin’s legs so he will be able to thrust up, then Fili drapes your legs over Thorin’s so you are spread wide, your legs hanging to the outside of Thorin’s. Fili kneels down and grins. “There.” He says, seeing Thorin already buried to the hilt. “You’re welcome, Uncle.” He teases. “Kept her nice and stretched for you.” He jokes with a cheeky grin. You giggle and then groan as Fili leans over and rubs his member along your opening. Thorin rumbles as well since it grazes the underside of his sack.

Slowly Fili enters you and all three of you groan with pleasure. Once Fili’s sunk balls deep in your cave, they start to thrust, and your eyes roll back, and you let out a tantalizing moan that makes their toes curl. “Ooohhh, Honey, you sound divine!” Thorin rumbles. “I like that sound from those wonderful lips.” He rumbles in your ear. You let out another moan like it and both Dwarves reply with their own as you three all get turned on. They quickly find a comfortable rhythm and soon are dragging delectable sounds from your mouth as Thorin sucks on your neck and shoulders leaving marks and Fili is kissing you and marking your front and toying with your breasts.

You’re writhing between them as their sacks incessantly graze that patch of skin that Fili had used to make you cum repeatedly to help you beat Dwalin’s record. You feel the coil quickly tightening, when suddenly Fili slows wayyy down and you cry out, “NNoooooooo!” he grins. “Ohhh, Honey, we can’t let you cum this soon!” he purrs. “I promise, we’ll make it a mind blowing one when we do let you cum, okay?” he coos. You whimper and nod.

Thorin chuckles and starts to thrust slower too. Once you’ve calmed, they grin and start all over again, bringing you to the edge of climax again, getting you to nearly come undone when Fili, then Thorin both slow way down. You whine and moan again. They both chuckle and Thorin brings your arms up over his head, links them behind his neck, and holds them there, caressing and kissing your arms, then nods at Fili. He grins and starts to suckle your breasts as firm as you’ll take. You writhe under their ministrations as they continue to piston in and out of you at varying speeds now and different random depths, each Dwarf seeking to pleasure you in his own way.

The variance in depth, rhythms, being held down by Thorin and Fili’s incessant suckling of your breasts has you panting and begging for more. Fili grins and brings a hand up to cover your mouth as you are getting quite loud. Thorin grins and murmurs. “Oooohhh, does our little minx like this?” he purrs. You let out a wanton groan that curls their toes and sends them into a fucking frenzy with you. They both wrap you in their arms, one at the top of your chest and one at your hips and they both take you fast and hard till the three of you cum hard with a variety of cries, moans and growls in a mind-blowing climax.

The three of you lie there panting heavily, everyone feeling like their bodies are lead. Thorin groans and manages to roll the three of you to your sides, so all the dead weight wasn’t on him and you three lie there in a heap of arms and legs and bodies intertwined as your males throb incessantly deep inside you, flooding you with warmth and filling you full.

You recover first and lie there between two heaving chests. Unable to move since they both are draped over you and Fili’s head is nestled under your chin and Thorin’s is directly behind you, their arms draped over you where they had held you in tight hugs. Thorin’s warm breath ghosting the back of your neck and shoulder; Fili’s ghosting your chest. You lie there grateful for these two, and feel incredibly loved and cherished, safe and protected.

Thanking Mahal for them you lie there sweating between them as they radiate heat keeping you warm. Your arms are still lifted up around Thorin’s neck as he holds your upper chest, just under your breasts, and you start to play with his hair. He groans and you feel his dick jerk inside you. Grinning, you give them both a squeeze ‘down there’ making them both hard almost instantly and they both growl. You’re giggling and Fili finally is able to lift his head and gaze at you.

He starts to pull out of you slowly, making you whimper till his tip is just inside you. Thorin rumbles and shifts, then lets out a low, rumbling moan as Fili thrusts inside you and buries himself to the hilt in one quick thrust. You groan his name, and he grins, then repeats. Pulling out slowly, then a fast thrust into you. Your head tilts back against Thorin’s and he murmurs. “Mmmmm. Feels good, doesn’t it, my Sweet?” you can only nod and he chuckles. Then his hands begin to wander and caress you as he starts to do just short thrusts.

The two toy with you for the morning, trying different combinations of thrusts and moving your legs around into different positions, seeing what works and what doesn’t. They grin mischievously when they discover that if they keep your legs wide, you aren’t able to move much and Fili raises your legs, letting Thorin hold them as the two of them take you and the tilt of your pelvis lets them angle in deep and pleasure the back wall of your main cave and quite deep in your back door.

Grinning, you start to swivel your hips as they work you like this and both males’ eyes roll back and they groan wantonly, “Oooohhhh Emmmm! Ohhh, Honey, Keep doing that!” and you stop. They both growl and Thorin’s grip on your legs tighten. You giggle and he gives you a hard, deep thrust. You grin and swivel your hips again, making them both groan. Then you stop. Again, they growl.

“If you two think you’re the only ones who get to tease, you got it all wrong my dear Dwarves.” You quip and squeeze down hard on them both, stopping all movement. They growl and look at you. You smirk and let them go. “Just remember who’s really in control here.” You tease. “I can make you stop and keep you both from cumming whenever I want.” You remind them.

They both look at each other and growl. They start to take you fast and at varying depths and rhythms, messing with your senses. “Not if you are nearly blissed, Love.” Thorin rumbles. You grin and clamp down immediately stopping them. They groan and you giggle. “Is that SO? Honey, part of MY training was learning to do THIS at any point during intimacy, even just before climax.” You tell them both. “That way I can stay in control of what is done to MY body.” You inform them. They look at each other then you, surprised. You just smirk and quickly do a relax-squeeze-relax combo on them, making them both groan and their eyes roll back. You smirk and release them to continue.

They both sit there stunned for a moment at this new information. You giggle and swivel your hips, snapping them out of it and making them both moan as you start to rhymically squeeze them both, then release. Fili grins and starts to thrust and swivels his hips making YOU moan at the sensation of the two combined swiveling movements. Then Thorin starts to thrust and alters his rhythm and depth, making your senses reel and you begin to heavily pant. “Ooohhhh, yesssss, ohhhhhhh, feelssss amazinggggg!” you moan. They grin and start to do it faster. You start to pay attention to their breathing and their sounds, and wait for them to teeter at the edge. When they get there, you clamp down hard, stopping them from cumming. They groan and beg you to let them cum, but you just keep holding it, letting the sensation fade.

Once you feel they’ve calmed, you release them and they growl, “You little tart! Ohhh, you’re gonna pay for that.” Fili warns. Thorin smirks and nods. “Mmmmhhhhmmmm!” and they start to take you fast and hard. You are a moaning mess, and they are near climax again and you clamp down and make them growl. Thorin’s had about enough of it and smacks your ass. “That’s enough, Em.” He rumbles. You release and they start all over again. This time you let them climax.

Suddenly you don’t feel like this is fun any longer and as they lie there panting, you pull them both out of you, climb off the bed and wrap up in a bathrobe and step out of the room. You are thankful no one is there sitting outside your room, and you slip into the bathroom and lock the door. You do your business, then wipe and sit there and quietly cry wondering why it is okay for them to repeatedly deny you to cum all day yesterday, but it’s not okay for you to deny them a few times. Your ass still hurts from the smack Thorin gave you and his scolding made you want to cry. You decide to stay in there until you hear them both leave, having had enough of them both for a while.

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Fili and Thorin lay there huffing and puffing from the latest round of intimacy with you, when you suddenly get up, pull them out of you, and leave the room after wrapping in your bath robe. They frown but still feel like lead and can’t move yet. They start to worry though, when you don’t come back after a few minutes. They look at each other and frown. “We didn’t hurt her, did we?” Fili asks.

“No, I don’t think so, Fee, she’d have said something.” Thorin says with a frown. “Why hasn’t she come back then?” Fili asks. “I’m not sure.” Thorin says, still pondering things. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and dressed. Bombur will have breakfast ready soon.” Thorin says. Fili nods and they both wash up and get dressed.

Both Dwarves are frowning though, when you still have not returned. “You don’t think we upset her somehow, do you?” Fili asks. Thorin shrugs. “Just give her some space, Fili.” He says. Fili nods and they head out of the room and down the hall. Thorin stops at the bathroom and knocks, “Em? You in there?” he asks.

You freeze and hold your breath when you hear Thorin knocking. When you don’t answer, you hear Thorin try the handle, finding it locked, he frowns and hums, they continue on. You sit there and cry quietly, wrapping your arms around your middle. You hurt from their romp with you this morning and being used for Fili’s training all day yesterday. Getting up, you peek out into the hallway and quickly slip back into the bedroom and lock the door.

You remove the bathrobe and slip into the cold bath water, wishing it was warm. You’re glad, though that the water is still in there with Oin’s herb concoction. You try to relax and let it seep into you again. You quietly cry feeling unhappy now for some reason. You decide you’ve had enough sex for a while.

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Thorin and Fili come out into the dining area and everyone looks up. “Morning.” Balin says, “Where’s Em?” he asks. Thorin frowns. “She didn’t come out here?” he asks. Balin shakes his head. “Hmmmm.” Thorin hums and doesn’t say anything more. He sits down and ponders, wondering where you went. Fili moves to get some coffee from Bombur. He suddenly remembers Bombur is married and quietly explains what happened this morning and how you just suddenly got up and left the room. “She’s feelin’ upset ‘bout sumthin’.” He quietly tells Fili. “Just give her some space. She’s probably quite sore after yer training yesterday and yer romp last night and this mornin’. She might just need a break from havin’ sex for a few days, Fee.” He explains.

Fili nods, “Oh, okay. Thanks, Bombur.” Fili says quietly. He feels bad they upset you and wonders why you didn’t say anything. He frowns and hands Thorin a cup of the coffee he got for them both.

“You two alright?” Bofur asks. “We’re fine, Bofur. Don’t mind us.” Thorin says. Bofur looks at the two of them not buying it, but lets it drop. Oin quietly gets up and frowns. He slips off to his pack to make your tea and comes back in the room. He goes to the kettle over the fire and pours the water in, then lets it steep for a few minutes. He pulls the tea bag out and tosses it into the fire.

When you still haven’t appeared, the Dwarves all start to get a little worried. Thorin gets up and goes to see if you are in one of the other bedrooms. He checks each room and discovers the bathroom is now not occupied, he goes to check your room again, and finds the door locked. He knocks and calls for you, but you don’t answer. He sighs and rests his head against the door. “Sweetheart, I know you’re in there. Please, let me in so we can talk and work out whatever is bothering you.” He says quietly.

No answer. Thorin wonders if you just fell asleep again. Figuring you were just tired, he leaves you alone and goes back to the dining area. When he returns and doesn’t have you with him, Fili and Balin frown. Balin looks at Thorin with a questioning look. Thorin shrugs and sighs. He sits and ponders your odd reaction, but says nothing. “Uncle, are you sure Em’s okay?” Fili quietly asks. “I don’t know, Fee. It seems she’s back in the bedroom, but has the door locked now and wouldn’t let me in. She may have just gone back to bed and is sleeping and just didn’t want to be disturbed and didn’t hear me.” He says. “Just let her be for a while. We can try again later on after breakfast.” He says quietly. Fili frowns and nods.

Beorn comes out of his room and into the dining/kitchen area yawning. “Morning Dwarrow.” He murmurs. “Morning, Beorn.” They reply. Beorn moves over to the fire and pours some coffee into his huge mug from his coffeepot. Bombur had asked Beorn to show him how to make it in his coffee pot which the shape changer happily did. Beorn sits down in the corner of the room in his huge chair and looks around. “Where is the little female?” he asks. Thorin cringes. “She is still in her room. I suspect she is just tired after yesterday.” He replies. Beorn chuckles. “I hear it went well yesterday.” He states with a grin.

Fili’s face gets red, and he nods. Beorn chuckles. “Wore her out, did you?” he asks. Fili grins and nods, “It appears so.” He replies. Beorn chuckles again. “Congrats.” He replies, then Bombur starts to serve everyone breakfast.

When breakfast finishes and you still have not appeared, Fili goes to check on you and finds the door locked still. He knocks and calls for you and you still do not answer. He frowns and is getting worried. Fili comes walking back into the dining area then grabs Kili and says, “Come with me, I need your help.” And the two head out into the sunshine. “What is it Fee?” Kili asks as they round the corner of the house. “I need you to help lift me up so I can look in the window of our bedroom. I think we did something to piss off Em this morning. She has locked herself in the bedroom and won’t let us in.” he tells his Brother.

Kili frowns hearing that but agrees to help him. They find a bench and carry it over, so it is under the window. Fili climbs on it, but still can’t reach the window. Kee, climb up and let me stand on your back. I think I should be able to see in then.” He says. Kili nods and climbs up. He kneels and gets on all fours and curls up in a ball. Fili climbs up on his back and stands. “Can you raise me up a little more, Kee?” he asks. Kili uncurls and is on his hands and knees. Giving Fili a few more inches.

Fili looks in the window and sees you laying in the tub, your eyes are red rimmed, and you look up at the door and frown, then look back down and just sit still. Fili climbs back down. “Yup, she’s upset with us about something.” He says. Sitting down beside his Brother. “How do you know that, Fee?” Kili asks.

“She’s sitting in a tub of cold water, instead of letting us drain it and refill it with warm water. Her eyes are red rimmed, and it looks like she’s been crying. And she looked up at the door, froze, frowned, then looked back into the tub. I’m guessing someone knocked on the door and she was just refusing to answer it.” Fili explains.

“What happened that she’s upset?” Kili asks. “That’s just it, Kee, we aren’t sure what we did to upset her like this.” Fili says rubbing his beard.

“Uncle says to just give her some space and let her be.” Fili tells Kili. They both sigh and decide to head to the trees and pick some apples for Bombur to use for lunch, hoping he’ll make apple pie. Thorin and Balin come around the corner of the building as the two boys reach the tree line and chuckle watching them trying to get at the apples.

Thorin sighs, “I don’t understand why Em isn’t letting us into the room, Balin.” He says quietly. They see the bench and walk over to it. “Maybe she’s still sleeping, Thorin.” Balin suggests. Thorin sighs. Then he climbs up on the bench, stands on it on his tip toes, and looks into the window. He sees you in the tub, you’re moving around, massaging your aching joints and he sees your shoulders trembling and you turn your head enough as you look at the bed. He sighs seeing your eyes red-rimmed and tears trickling down your cheeks.

He turns and sits down with a sigh. “No, Balin, she’s awake.” He says. “She’s sitting in the bathtub of cold water, her eyes are red rimmed and she’s got tears trickling down her face.” He says quietly. “I don’t know what we did to upset her though.” He sighs and rubs his face, frustrated.

“Hmmm,” Balin says, sitting next to Thorin on the bench. “Mind telling me what you two did with her this morning?” he asks. “Maybe I can help you figure it out.” He suggests.

Thorin tells him what happened and Balin frowns. “Hmmm. It sounds like she might have been just trying to do the same to you two that you had been doing to her, Thorin.” He states. “Thorin looks confused. “You said the two of you would bring her to the edge and then not let her climax, and then let it dissipate, then pleasure her again. Isn’t that what she was doing to you two when she clenched down on you both. Denying you both the ability to climax, and waiting till it dissipated?” Balin points out.

Thorin groans and nods. “She may be upset because you got mad at her for doing that, Thorin, especially if you gave her a swat on the rump and chastised her for it.” Balin explains. “You have been ‘practicing’ on her a lot the last few days, she may be getting tired of it for a while and might need a break.” Balin explains. “Too much of a good thing can spoil it if you overindulge.” He reminds Thorin.

Thorin nods. “You’re right, Balin. We owe her an apology.” He says. “How are we supposed to do that though, when she won’t let us enter the room?” Thorin asks. “Just give her some time, Thorin. If she hasn’t come out by lunch time, I’ll knock and see if she will let me in. If she does, I’ll talk with her, if you’re alright with that.” Balin offers.

Thorin sighs and nods. “Thank you, Balin. If she lets you talk to her, tell her that Fili and I are sorry for upsetting her and I’m sorry for swatting her rear and reprimanding her. We didn’t understand that was what she was trying to do.” Thorin says. “I will do that, Thorin. Try to enjoy the rest of the day. We’ll need to be leaving tomorrow morning though. We can’t risk too many more delays, or we won’t reach the mountain in time.” Balin reminds him. Thorin sighs and nods.

They get up and go their separate ways to find places to relax.

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Thorin, Fili, Emma and the Unusual Arrangement - Part 9

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8]

This tale is for 18+ readers only.

If smut, angst, fluff, backdoor entry, oral (m&f receiving), and threesome offend you, do NOT read below the cut!!!  

In   this Alternate Universe Hobbit tale, Thorin and Company find an  injured  Dwarrowdam in the wild who is alone. They take her into the  company and  heal her, insisting that she stay with them so she stays  safe. During  the quest, Thorin, Fili and the Dwarrowdam find themselves  in an unusual  arrangement out of necessity and by the will of the  Dwarven god, Mahal.  What is the unusual arrangement? Will the  arrangement work out? Will  the line of Durin survive the Quest and  reclaim Erebor?

(I  do not claim ownership of any of  Tolkien’s characters, languages or  places, nor do I claim ownership of  Tauriel’s character. )

Sitting there in the cold bathwater you try to relax. You just end up crying and doze off for a bit. The sound of someone knocking wakes you. “Sweetheart, I know you’re in there. Please, let me in so we can talk and work out whatever is bothering you.” You hear Thorin say quietly. You don’t move, and hear him sigh and walk away. The voices from the dining room can faintly be heard and you cry quietly some more. You wish now, that you had your own room and weren’t sharing it with Thorin and Fili.

You are hungry, but aren’t in the mood to eat with the other Dwarves, so you quietly climb out, and pull some travel food from your pack and wrap up in a towel. Pouring yourself a cup of water, you take it and your food and sit on the footstool to eat. As you finish eating, you sit there quietly and drink your water, wondering what to do now. You don’t want to face Thorin and Fili and the other Dwarves yet. You’re tired and you’re still sore ‘down there’, so you shrug off the towel, take your cup and bring it back over to the pitcher of water, and climb back into the tub.

You had just gotten settled, when there’s another knock on the door and Fili’s voice is heard calling for you. You freeze an do not give an answer. Hearing him sigh also and his footsteps walking away, you again, cry quietly. Frustrated that they won’t leave you alone, and that they are too dense to understand what’s upset you, you cry hard. Once you’ve cried yourself out, you lay your head back on the edge of the tub and just try to relax and rest. You hear some Dwarrow talking quietly outside and ignore them.

Another knock disturbs your rest, and you hear Thorin’s voice again asking you to let him in so he can talk with you. You lift your head to look, then sigh quietly and turn your head and gaze at his pack and Fili’s sitting by the bed. A few tears trickle down your cheeks and you wonder if you should set them outside the door. But then you wonder what kind of message it would send to the rest of the company and decide against it. You hear Thorin sigh and Balin’s voice say something and footsteps are heard heading away from the door. You lean your head back and sigh.

You know they are getting worried about you and apparently, Fili and Thorin don’t understand why you’re upset. You pray and ask Mahal for help. You just feel out of sorts, and you need them to understand that they need to be willing to take what they give, or this won’t work.” You sigh and cry quietly. You ache still so you kneel on the floor of the tub and start to massage your shoulder. It’s been giving you a dull ache all morning. Letting it sit below the water level, you gently try to rub it and massage it to ease the ache.

You shift positions and look at the door, while you massage other achy spots on your body and you cry quietly, your shoulders trembling as you do so. “Why are you feeling so miserable?” then you groan and realize it must be getting close to ‘that time of the month’ again. Sighing you decide to get out and dry off.

Once you’re dried, you put on one of your simple dresses from Arwen and wish you could write to her and talk with her. Sighing, you dump out your pack and re-organize it. Re-folding your clothing, and placing everything where it belongs. You look at your two weapons from Lord Elrond and sigh. Trying to figure out where to put them so they aren’t easily found. You remember the warning about Thranduril and are concerned about him or his Elves taking your belongings from you. Removing your boots, you slide them into your boot, so they were along the outer sides of your feet, you slip your feet in carefully so the back of the sheath rests against your foot and ankle. It’s not terribly uncomfortable. It shifts a little as you walk but nothing you can’t handle, so you sit and continue to go through and organize your things.

While you dig in your pack you find a belt and a necklace that weren’t in there before. You look at them closely and wonder where they came from. You notice a groove and follow it around the belt. You realize that on the back of the belt, the little leather straps holding the buckle on actually snaps into place there. Curious as to why someone would put snaps on to hold a belt buckle in place, you flip them open, and the buckle pulls out a little. Your eyes open wide when you realize it’s a little push dagger that is embedded in a hidden sheath at the end of the belt.

You grin, “Oh, Fili, you clever Dwarf!” you quietly say and put it back together. He must’ve made it when he was in Rivendell and slipped it into your bag at some point. Rolling up the belt, you set it with your travel clothes. Next you look at the necklace. It’s a huge gold claw that goes from one side of your collar bone to the other and has multiple fine, gold chains attached to small rings on either end of it. As you look at the intricate patterns worked into the gold of the claw, you realize there’s a thin seam, almost invisible. You place a hand on either side of it and pull in opposite directions gently. At first nothing happens. You tug a little harder and it opens, revealing a white, sharp, claw.

Your eyes open wide when you see Elvish engravings on it. You can’t read it, but you wonder if it’s enchanted or if they are just decorations. You caress the claw, and the engravings glow blue briefly then return to normal. You wonder how it got to be in your pack and who gave it to you. It wasn’t in there when you packed the night before leaving Rivendell. And it certainly wasn’t in there during the trip from Rivendell to here.

Pushing it back together, you hear a soft ‘click’ as it catches, and stays closed. Setting it with your travel clothing, you frown, still pondering where it came from. Next you pick up the flower pendant Lord Elrond gave you as a wedding gift. He had explained that if you take it off and whirl it fast enough it’s petals will open revealing sharp blades that you can use to hurt enemies. The force of you spinning it will trigger it to open, and once you slow the momentum, it will naturally close back up. He showed you how to manually open it to clean it and then reclose it. You thanked him for the ‘hidden weapon’ gift. He grinned and had given you a wink.

You caress it and sigh, grateful for his help in rescuing you and healing you. As you finish packing your things, you look around and frown, wondering what became of your sword and it’s sheath and harness. Your staff is leaning against the cabinet by the door, but you don’t see your sword, sheath and your throwing axes, you realize. You hope they didn’t get left behind in Rivendell.

Sighing, you hear another knock on the door and you groan. “Sweetheart, it’s Balin. May I come in?” he asks. You sigh and unlock the door, cracking it open a little. “What is it, Balin?” you ask tiredly, wishing you had some way to just let the Dwarrow know to just leave you alone. Balin sees how tired you look and your red-rimmed eyes. “Sweetheart, everyone concerned about you. Here, I have some tea and breakfast for you that Bombur saved for you.” He offers, holding up the tray. You sigh and let him enter, stepping aside.

Balin comes in and sees your pack open on the floor and looks up at you worriedly. You close the door and go to sit on the footrest next to the pack. “Don’t worry, Balin,” you say tiredly, seeing the worried look on his face. “…I’m not planning on going anywhere. I was just organizing my things and seeing what I’ll need for the next leg of the journey.” You say quietly and fiddle with a strap on the pack.

Balin sets the tray down on the high dresser and sits on the chair near you. “Lass, what’s going on with you, Fili and Thorin?” he asks. You sigh. “I’m just feeling out of sorts this morning, and was tired of them bringing me near to climax and then they’d back off and not let me cum. So, I gave them a taste of their own medicine and they got upset.” You explain. Balin frowns, “How so, Lass?” he inquires.

Sighing, you explain, “Thorin had shown Fili how to do that to me when we first started training him, and he used it often yesterday, not letting me cum, so he could keep exploring what pleasured me. I didn’t complain because it was his training time and he needed the practice, but it was getting tiring and annoying when he kept doing it once his training was done.

They used it last night and this morning. I guess I’ve just had enough sex for a while and after Thorin got upset with me for turning the tables on them, not letting them cum a few times, when they got close a couple times, after I tried to explain that, like them, I can also return the favor and stop them from cumming or even moving inside me whenever I want if it’s getting to be too much for me and that there’s nothing they can do but wait till I’m ready. He didn’t like that apparently and reprimanded me and smacked me on the ass like I was an insolent pebble instead of his Wife.

I let them finish and once they were done, I got up and locked myself in the bathroom, having had enough of sex and the two of them for a while, and just needed to be alone.” You explain.

“Ahhh, I see.” Balin says rubbing his chin. “Lass, what did you mean by you ‘can stop them from cumming or even moving inside you’?” he asks. You sigh, “Part of the training my Mother gave me for my ‘coming-of-age’ was learning to control my muscles ‘down there’ to do different things. One thing she taught me was to clench a male’s member hard enough to stop them from moving or cumming. She had been raped as a young Dam and never told anyone but me. After that raping, she swore to teach herself to do this so no one ever again could have that kind of control over her. It took her years to perfect it, but she did and often used it to keep my Father in like when he got too much for Amad.

She taught it to me as well, so I’d have some sense of control and not let a Dwarf do things to me that I didn’t like or want. I’ve never had to use it during sex though until now. I’m still learning to control it when I climax though. Sometimes I get kind of lost in the moment and forget how hard I’m clamping down on them and they have to remind me to relax a little. But I don’t do that on purpose. Amad showed me how to do it consciously using a special tool that she made. I got so good at it that I can do it without even thinking about it anymore if I have to.” You explain.

“She told me that it can be used to give a Dwarf pleasure while having sex, but it can also be used to stop him during sex if I felt I needed him to stop.” You explain.

Balin chuckles. “That’s quite a feat, Lass. I’ve not heard of anyone doing that before!” he says. “Is that how you and Fili beat my Brother’s record?” he asks. You giggle and shake your head. “No. It seems that I can just be made to cum back-to-back repeatedly if they keep thrusting after I cum the first time.” you giggle. Balin chuckles. “Lucky them!” he says with a wink. You nod.

You sigh. “Like I said, Balin, I just feel annoyed with them that they won’t take what they give, and get mad at me like that. I’m also moody because I think my ‘bleeding time’ will be arriving soon and I’m worried about us getting captured by Thranduril’s Elves in the forest. I don’t want them to take my pack and weapons away, as I need them, especially my pack if I get my ‘bleeding time’ while we are in the forest.” You explain.

Balin sighs. “If we do get captured, Lass, do NOT let anyone know you are Thorin’s Wife. If anyone asks, tell them you are Fili’s One. Stick with Fili if you can. If Thranduril finds out you are Thorin’s Wife, he might try to use you to get whatever he wants from Thorin. Thorin’s Grandfather and Father angered Thrandy and they’ve had a grudge against each other ever since.

If we are separated from each other, just stay put if you can and we’ll try to find you before we leave. If they take your things, we can always replace them with other things when we get the mountain back. You sigh, “Balin, you won’t be able to replace some of this. I found this in my pack as I was organizing. I don’t know where it came from or who gave it to me, but I don’t think this would be easily replaced. You say, showing him the gold claw necklace.

Balin’s eyes open wide. “Let me see that!” he exclaims. You show it to him, and he looks at it. It’s a dragon’s claw encased in gold! You show him how it opens, and his eyes open even wider seeing the pale claw and the glowing blue runes carved into it when your finger touches the white claw. “Lass, this is a claw from an ice Dragon, a Cold-Drake! They are extinct now! It is one of the few things that can harm a fire drake like Smaug!” he exclaims, “It will freeze anything it cuts or touches. Be it living or not! Though, it won’t kill Smaug, unless you can get it under one of his scales and into his flesh, it can cause his scales to freeze and be easily broken off or removed!” Balin explains.

“These runes here say that it was taken from the front claw of the last ice Drake! It grants the owner of the weapon immunity from it’s effects which means it can’t be used against you and won’t freeze you if you are cut or stabbed with it. It glowing blue, when you touched it means it recognizes you as it’s true owner. If it is touched by someone it does not deem to be it’s owner the runes will glow red in warning.” He explains.

“Balin, how did this get in my pack?” you ask. It wasn’t in there when I left Rivendell and wasn’t in there when I’d dig around in it during our journeying between Rivendell and here!!!” you exclaim. “My guess is Elrond gave it to either Fili or Thorin and the blade rejected them as it’s owner. It is said that the person who killed the last ice Drake was a woman. So perhaps it only accepts females as it’s owners.” Balin explains.

“Keep this around your neck and do not let anyone remove it if you can. If the Elves try to remove it with the intent of stealing it from you, I suspect the blade will not be happy. Weapons made from any part of a Drake are finnicky and typically get upset when stolen from their owners. They have been known to affect the thief even through the sheath that it is kept in if they are enchanted like this one is!” he explains. “I pity any Elf who tries to remove this from your neck. If it angers the blade, that Elf will be immediately frozen and will perish.” He explains.

“No matter what happens, DO NOT surrender this to ANY of Thranduril’s Elves. NO MATTER WHAT!” Balin warns. Lord Elrond gave us this weapon for a reason. If anyone asks why you have it, you tell them it was a gift from Lord Elrond after he found you and healed your shoulder when you were attacked by goblins and wargs along the border of his lands. Alright?” Balin tells you. You nod. “You may need to show them your shoulder to get them to believe you. If you do, be careful they do not see your harnesses’ straps. Hopefully they will not feel them through your clothing. It may be wise to layer up your underclothes as much as possible not only to keep your harnesses hidden, but also so you have clothing if they take your pack and do not return it.” He tells you.

You sigh. “I wish there was another way through Mirkwood.” You say tiredly. “I’m tired of traveling. It’s been nice to just rest here and not have to worry about being attacked.” You say. “You do not have to come with us, Lass. We’ll understand if you wish to wait here for us to reclaim the mountain. Beorn would take good care of you.” Balin tells you.

“No, Balin, I need to stay with my Ones. I’m just needing a break from the intimacy for a while. I’m sore and ache all over from it. Between all the ‘practicing’ the past month and especially the day before yesterday and then yesterday, I guess I’ve had enough for a while.” You explain. “I understand, Sweetheart. It’s been hard on you. But know that we all are extremely grateful to you for agreeing to do this for Fili. Many of us had been praying to Mahal before you appeared, and we were asking him how Fili was going to be trained when Thorin has no mate and we have no female with us.” He explains to you.

You nod. “Oin said the same thing.” You reply. “I know you want to be alone, Sweetheart, but you need to talk with Thorin and Fili about how you are feeling. Locking yourself away only confuses and worries them and doesn’t help the situation at all. It’s alright for a short time if you are angry and need to cool down and think things through, but you need to not let it drag out like this. You need to let them in and talk about things that upset you, so they understand what they are doing that made you feel the way you do.” He encourages.

“Just remember, Sweetheart, they are just as inexperienced as you are. They won’t know unless you tell them clearly what things bother you and what pleases you. If you do not like them keeping you from climaxing that often, you need to just tell them clearly. If they are giving and not receiving the same back, bring it to their attention clearly. We can be rather dense sometimes. You may just have to beat it over their heads to get through… or hold them hostage till they listen.” Balin giggles and gives you a wink.

Sighing, you look down and nod. “Now, I’ll leave you to eat. Oin said to remind you to drink the tea first, then eat.” He says while standing. Balin pats your shoulder gently and says, “When you are ready to talk to them, come out and join us.” He says. You nod and fiddle with your fingers. “Balin?” you ask. He pauses his retreat to the door and turns to look at you. “Yes, Lass?” he replies. “Do you know where my sword and hand axes are? They aren’t with my things and I’m hoping they didn’t get left in Rivendell or lost along the way. The last time I remember seeing them was just before I was attacked by the goblins.” You say.

Balin chuckles, “Don’t worry Lass, my Brother has been keeping them safe for you. Oin won’t let him give them back until he’s fully convinced you’re fit for using them again.” He says. You sigh. “Please inform them both that I refuse to go any further unless they are returned to me. I will not enter that forest without them on me.” You tell him with a frown.

Balin chuckles and nods. “I will tell them, Lass.” He says. Then slips out and closes the door.

You sigh, drink the tea, then eat while you sit and think about what all was talked about. Getting up you pace back and forth in the room. The enchanted daggers shift in your boot and annoy you, so you grab some leather from Thorin’s pack and cut off some thin strips to make a strap to keep them in place in your boot. You slip off your boot and grab the sewing kit from your pack and you sew the straps into the inside of each boot, then slip the daggers’ sheathes back in and they finally stay put and you can comfortably walk with them hidden.

You decide to see if Dwalin will let you practice some sword fighting with him. You feel like you need to blow off some steam, still being annoyed with Thorin and Fili. Looking at what you’re wearing, you slip out of the dress, fold it up carefully and put it with your other dresses, then you put on the harnesses with all your hidden weapons, frowning that the pants and blouse Arwen’s Elves made you didn’t include the access panels. You groan and take a sharp knife and carefully cut into them to make it so you can access each one easily. Once you had that done, then you put the gold Dragon claw necklace on, you take the necklace from Lord Elrond and add it around your neck as well.

It hangs just under the dragon’s claw and has a quick magnetic release so you can just grab the chain and pull for quick use of it. Lord Elrond showed you how to hang onto it so that if it got wound around your enemy’s weapon, you could give it a hard yank and you’d be able to pull the weapon from the enemy’s hand, but if they tried to yank it from your hand, they’d not be able to. You were grateful for the lessons with the weapon. Thorin didn’t know about it as Elrond had his Sons convince Thorin to come and do some forging with them one afternoon.

You slip on the leather fingerless gloves Elrond gave you and the bracers from Elladan. They wanted you to have more leather armor, but when you explained about your hidden weapons stash, they understood why you had such little armor. Elrohir gave you some elegant throwing weapons that you could hide in your thick hair styles, and you grinned and thanked him. Remembering them, you dig around for them and then put your hair into a thick braided bun and pin in in place, then add your weapons into your hair. Grinning, you felt like you were ready.

Quietly, you open the door and peek out. Stepping out into the hallway, you don’t hear anyone. Silently as you can, you creep down the hall and peer around the corner and see no one in the house but the animals in the barn area. Walking over to them, you pet them and caress their heads. “Ahh, little female, there you are.” Beorn’s soft voice says from the corner of the barn. You startle a little, not having seen him there. You slowly walk over to see what he is doing. He is milking one of the cows.

“Are you rested enough now. They say you had a busy day yesterday.” He says softly. “Yes, it was a busy day. I am rested now. A little sore, but rested. Thank you for letting us use the tub. It helped soothe the aches and relax me.” You tell him. He chuckles. “You are welcome, little female.” He says. “Have you eaten?” he asks. You nod. “Yes, Balin brought me food and talked with me while I ate.” You tell him. “Thank you for letting us stay here and rest. I suppose we’ll be heading out soon though. It’s been nice to sleep in a bed and not have to worry about being attacked and hunted by Azog.” You tell him.

“You are always welcome here, little female. If you wish to stay here in safety and wait for your companions to reclaim their home and send for you when it is safe, you are welcome to remain behind. I will not harm you or force you. They say you are Thorin’s Wife but are also Fili’s One?” he asks. You nod. “How is that since I thought Dwarrow only mated to one Dwarf?” he asks. You shrug. “I am not sure why it happened, Beorn, Sir. Mahal just gave me, Fili and Thorin the same dream telling us that is what he did. He didn’t explain why to me, other than that through me the Dwarves would be blessed with peace and prosperity.” You explain.

Beorn nods. “I see you have a Dragon’s claw. Did you kill a Dragon for it?” he asks. “No, it was a gift from Lord Elrond.” You say. “He wanted me to be as safe on this journey as I could be.” You explain. Beorn nods. “Well, whatever you decide to do, little female, you will always be welcome here. If you arrive and I am not here, my animals will remember you and will make sure you have whatever you need.” He tells you, standing up and taking the enormous pitcher into his hand. You crane your neck up to him and thank him.

“Your travel companions are all outside enjoying the sun. It is a nice day today.” He tells you. “Would you like clean sheets on your bed?” he asks. You nod and thank him. “I will drain the tub and leave it there if you desire to use it again. I will leave water heating in the cauldron for you as well.” He offers. You thank him once more and head out into the sun.

Standing in the doorway, you blink several times as the bright light hurts your eyes. You hear a soft chuckle to your left and glance over seeing Balin and Dwalin sitting there. “My Brother tells me you are looking for these.” He says holding up your weapons. You nod. “I want to practice with them since I haven’t been able to for a while. I will not leave these walls unless they are on my back and at my hips.” You tell him. “So, unless you all wish to leave me behind, I expect my weapons be returned to me.” You say folding your arms and leaning on the door casing. Balin chuckles.

“Is that so?” Dwalin says with a smirk. You raise an eyebrow and nod. He tosses you the hand axes in their sheath and you catch them and fasten it to your waist. Then you resume your position. He smirks. “Does a certain Lass need to blow off some steam?” he inquires teasingly. You smirk and raise an eyebrow. “I wish to practice.” He chuckles and gets up. “Then ‘practice’ we shall.” And moves past you to go inside and get his weapons.

Balin gets up and chuckles. He sees your new clothing having all the holes in it. “What have you done with your new clothes, Lass?” he asks. You sigh, “Apparently the Elves didn’t realize why I had the holes in my old ones and did not put them in the new ones. I need to be able to access my weapons quickly and I can’t do that if there are not the holes in the clothing to do so. Tonight, I will have to cut the same holes in the rest of my clothing and use some of the fabric left to make patch covers for them, so it looks like the clothing is patched and not blatantly screaming ‘hidden weapons’ like it is now.” You explain.

Balin chuckles and nods. You feel someone behind you and your sword harness being leaned against your back. A pair of huge mitts come around and hook the strap onto you and you look up to see Dwalin grinning. “Ready for some ‘practice’ Lass?” he asks. “I’d have though ye’d have had yer fill of ‘practice’ by now.” He teases. You roll your eyes and elbow him making him grunt, then laugh.

“That’s enough of that kind of teasing, Sir. “THAT kind of ‘practice’ I’ve had enough of. I can hold those two hostage all day long if I wish and they’ll be at my mercy, begging to be released.” You tell him with a smirk and wink at Balin who’s roaring with laughter at the look on Dwalin’s face, which you can’t see. You step out of the doorway and swing your hip as you walk into the yard. As you do, you draw your sword and start to go through the motions of the practice routine you had been taught by your Father.

Dwalin watches you sauntering away and looks at his Brother, who’s laughing is ass off. “What the hell did she mean by that?!?” he asks. “You don’t want to know!” Balin tells him, still giggling. Dwalin shrugs and heads over to you to help you ‘practice’ your swordplay.

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Thorin, Fili, Emma and the Unusual Arrangement - Part 10

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9]

This tale is for 18+ readers only.

If smut, angst, fluff, backdoor entry, oral (m&f receiving), and threesome offend you, do NOT read below the cut!!!  

In  this Alternate Universe Hobbit tale, Thorin and Company find an injured  Dwarrowdam in the wild who is alone. They take her into the company and  heal her, insisting that she stay with them so she stays safe. During  the quest, Thorin, Fili and the Dwarrowdam find themselves  in an unusual  arrangement out of necessity and by the will of the  Dwarven god, Mahal.  What is the unusual arrangement? Will the arrangement work out? Will  the line of Durin survive the Quest and reclaim Erebor?

(I  do not claim ownership of any of Tolkien’s characters, languages or  places, nor do I claim ownership of  Tauriel’s character. )

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The two of you face off in the yard and the sounds of weapons clanging together has everyone running to see what’s going on. Beorn stands in the doorway watching you fight, impressed with how quick you are. Twice Dwalin nearly has you disarmed and both times, as if by magic, you have weapons in once empty hands again. And continue to fight.

Dwalin backs you against the tree and grins. “Do ya yield Lass?” he asks, seeing your hands again are empty since he knocked them out of your hands with a well-placed blow on your bracers. You raise your hand to your hand slowly and the other behind your back you keep your face deadpanned and pull your dagger from it’s sheath at your tailbone. You swing and knock his axe away from your throat as you spin and pull a dagger from your hair, shoving him to the tree and putting one at his back, where he had no armor and the other at his neck. “Nope, but do you?”

Dwalin growls at the unexpected move and the fact you have him pinned. “Nice move, Lass.” He replies. You sense someone coming up behind you and shift so you can see him. “YIELD, Dwalin.” You order. He grins and raises his hands. “Drop the weapons of to the left!”

He does with a growl. You spin, drop yours and pick up both of Dwalin’s; turning just in time to get them at Thorin’s throat and gut. He freezes with a shocked look on his face. You growl still upset with him. He waits, keeping his eyes on you and tries not to let you know that Dwalin has shifted behind you. “Don’t even think of it, Dwalin.” You say as he starts to bend to pick up one of your weapons. He freezes and looks at Thorin. Thorin smirks and tilts his head away to the side, letting him know to back off.

Thorin starts to slowly shift to your left. You listen carefully to what’s going on around you, not letting him distract you. You hear soft, quick footfalls and shift, just as Fili swings trying to catch you by surprise. You duck and swing low, swiping Thorin’s feet out from under him and continuing the motion, you catch Fili’s as well. Dropping them both in seconds. They both lie there on their backs stunned. “How did you do that?” Fili asks.

“My Adad was the Master Axe wielder in Erebor. He taught Dwarrow to use the axe to fight. He taught me in secret so no one would know I could defend myself. Before his death, he deemed me just as good as he was when I disarmed him, winning his weapons from him, and pinned him two days prior to Smaug’s attack.” You inform them.

Dwalin roars laughing and is clapping. “I wondered! No wonder why you made me drop the axes!” he chuckles as you return them to him and start to pick up and re-sheath all the weapons you used. “If you’re so good with axes, why do you not have a pair with you?” he asks as he helps collect the weapons for you.

My friend couldn’t figure out a way for me to hide them. They are large and hard to hide. I didn’t want to lose them should I be captured, so I made her keep them with her and made her promise to keep them for me should I return. They were the axes my Adad used the day I disarmed him. He had been given them by Thror when he bested Thror in the Treasury.

Once that happened, Adad lost the King’s favor, he only used them to help me practice. He told me that if I could disarm him, that they’d be mine and I would be a Master Axe Wielder, I had them on me the day Smaug attacked, in a harness much like what you use, Dwalin. It’s the only thing I have left of my Adad. That is why I did not take them with on the caravans. I hope my friend still has kept them.” You say quietly and look at the ground once you finished re-sheathing your weapons.

You look at the sword in your hands and sigh. “I miss using the Axes, I’m not as good with the sword as I was with the axes.” You say. “Then we help you get better with it.” Thorin says. You growl. “I did not ask for your help in the matter.” feeling annoyed with him. “I am your Husband; it is my job to do that.” He replies, grabbing your arm gently.  You growl, wrench your arm from his grasp, and storm off around the side of the cabin, leaving the three of them standing there puzzled.

“What… is… her… problem?!?” Thorin growls. “Beats me, Thorin. But whatever it is she’s not happy with you.” He says, slapping Thorin on the back. Thorin rubs his face and growls. “How am I supposed to fix what’s wrong if she won’t let me talk to her?” he asks. “I haven’t a clue, Thorin. You’d have to ask someone who’s Married.” Dwalin tells him.

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You growl and head for the farthest corner of the property from the cabin. All you wanted to do was blow off some steam and fight Dwalin, since you knew he would be able to handle it the best, and Thorin had to just butt in and get in the way! “UGH! INSUFFERABLE DWARF!!!” you growl. You decide to take the necklace off from Elrond and practice with it.

You start to swing it like he showed you and began to whirl it around; as you do, it begins to hum as the air passed through the open petals and the sound comforts you. Closing your eyes, you start to move with it like Elrond had shown you how to do, and continued to do so with your eyes closed, concentrating on the feeling and the sound of the pendant singing.

Unbeknownst to you, Fili had followed, puzzled why you are behaving like this. When he saw you start to move with the necklace in hand and heard it humming. His eyes opened wide, when you moved over near some tall grass, and he saw the necklace slice their tops off with ease. You moved a little more and it slices off a decent size young tree limb making his eyes opened further, realizing it’s a bladed weapon.

He debates whether or not to approach you knowing you are so well armed. He watches you for a little while studying your movements. If he can get his hand on your free one, you can’t get at your other weapons, if he uses his sword to entangle your necklace, he should be able to back you against the tree. Fili realizes.  He’ll just have to make sure to pin you so you can’t knee him in the jewels.

Fili moves in amongst the trees and pulls his sword out and waits. You move just right, and he grins, steps out and ‘clang’ catches your necklace on his sword, causing it to spin around the blade. Before you can react, he yanks hard, throwing you off balance, and you come flying over to him. He catches you and grabs your free hand before you can grab at any weapons.

You growl and start to struggle. He growls back and moves you over to the huge oak tree and turns so he can see anyone coming and backs you against it. He pins you to the tree and gets his knees between yours so you can’t knee him. “LET ME GO!” you demand, furious. “Not till you calm down and talk, Love.” He says calmly with his chest and body against yours.

You continue to squirm and growl. He intertwines his fingers in between yours on your free hand, and continues to hold you against the tree. His chest against yours patiently waiting for you to calm down. You continue to struggle. You try to yank the sword out of his hand, but he has a firm grip on it and starts to pull back. “Let go of the necklace, Love. You can have it back when we’re done talking.” He purrs and looks you in the eyes. “Calm down.” He purrs. “I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m not gonna force you.” He says quietly. You growl but stop struggling.

“Good. Now let go of the necklace, Love.” He says again. “No.” you growl. “Then we’re gonna stand here like this till you do and start talking.” He says calmly, waiting for you to yield. You struggle again and his hand tightens on yours. “Love, stop.” He says, putting his forehead to yours. “Please, just stop.” He murmurs, “Take some slow deep breaths with me and just calm down.” He purrs.

You growl but stop struggling, realizing you are pinned and can’t get free. You growl again, frustrated. “I love you, Em, please, help me understand why you’re acting like this.” He murmurs. “What did we do to upset you so much?” he asks in a low tone as he continues to watch your face with pleading, blue eyes. He can see the anger and frustration still burning in your eyes, but he also sees hurt. “Please, Em, you’ll feel better if you just talk to us. Stop pushing us away. We can’t fix the problem if we don’t understand what it is in the first place.” He murmurs.

“Come on, Love. Tell me what’s wrong.” He says bringing your intertwined hands to his lips. He kisses each of your fingers while he keeps his eyes on yours. “Come on, now, Sweetheart. Please, tell me why you’re so upset.” He coos. As he caresses your face with his intertwined fingers. “Let me help.” He murmurs.

You close your eyes and feel tears stinging your eyes. You growl again and his hand holds yours tightly. Being cautious as if he were trying to tame a wild beast that he knows can spring on him at any moment, despite how calm you seem. He still sees the fire and anger in your eyes when you open them, and can sense it still bubbling below the calm surface.

“I mean it, Love. We’ll stand here all day, but we aren’t leaving till you talk. We gave you your space, sensing you were upset, we gave you time to gather your thoughts. Now it’s time to talk.” He tells you. “Keeping it inside like this is only going to make you more angry and upset. We’re all worried about you, Love. Thorin and I just want to know what the problem is. We didn’t mean to upset you, Sweetheart. But unless you talk, we won’t know what we did wrong.” Fili states.

“We can’t read your mind, Honey. We’ll give you whatever space you want or need after that, but not till you tell us why you’re so upset and why you’re behaving like this.” He says calmly, keeping his forehead against yours and your head pressed to the tree’s trunk. “Now, Let go of the chain and I’ll give you the necklace back when we finish talking.” He says calmly.

You stand there pinned by your One against the tree. He continues to try to coax you to let go and just talk. You’re fighting back tears, not wanting to give into to him, but his forehead holds your head firmly against the tree. His breaths ghosting your face. His scent surrounding you. His chest is radiating warmth into you and calming you, but you’re still being stubborn and not wanting to cave just yet. Fili’s soft murmurs continue as he slowly keeps tension on the necklace yet, lowering his sword. Your eyes are still closed, and you don’t see the pleading look in his eyes, but you hear the tone in his voice.

“Come Love, talk with me, let me hold you and we’ll sit here and talk.” He purrs and places a gentle kiss on your cheek, kissing away a rogue tear that had escaped your closed eye. “Let me comfort you and hold you.” He continues, placing another soft kiss to your other cheek as another rouge tear escapes. You feel your resolve begin to crack and you whimper. You feel Fili’s braids caressing your cheeks when he places soft kisses to your cheeks each time a tear sneaks out of your eye, and little by little your resolve cracks more.

You don’t notice him slowly lowering his sword, nor do you notice when he gently unwinds it from the necklace. His hand gently caresses yours and slowly he pries your fingers open, and slips the chain from them. He puts the necklace in his pocket and takes your other hand in his and intertwines your fingers with his. He slowly brings it up to his lips and gently kisses each of your fingers. Slowly he moves to help you sit. You let him, suddenly feeling exhausted and just wanting to be held and have a good hard cry.

He gets you to the ground, still holding both of your hands in his, and he has you scoot forward. He criss crosses your arms like you were going to hug yourself and he carefully moves to sit behind you. Still holding your hands. He works his way down and once his rump is on the ground, he pulls you to lean back against him.

Letting go of one of your hands, he reaches over and sheathes his sword, then takes your hand in his again. Wrapping his arms around you in a gentle but firm hug, he murmurs, “Now, my Love, tell me why you’re so upset. Help me to understand.” He purrs and kisses your head. “I love, you my Sweet and it hurts to see you so frustrated.” He coos and kisses your neck just behind your ear.

It was all it took to crack and crumble the last of your resolve. You start to cry… hard. And he holds you and just lets you cry. Petting your head gently and telling you, “It’s alright, my Love, it’s alright. I’m here. I’ll help.”

Once you finally had cried and had the release you needed you told him why you were so upset. “Oh, Honey. I’m SO sorry!” he apologizes. “I didn’t realize that it was bothering you. Why didn’t you say something!” he asks. “Because it was your training day, and I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I knew you wanted to explore, and I was fine with it at first, but by the end of the day I was tired of it. I just wanted to be allowed to enjoy it and cum as often as I needed to.” You say.

“Is that why you agreed to let us try to break Dwalin’s record?” he asks. You nod. “It felt nice to just be able to cum repeatedly without being stopped. I don’t mind it once in a while, but I’d rather come repeatedly than to have it taken from me and not be allowed to have it at all till you are ready to allow it.” You explain.

Suddenly the light bulb goes on in Fili’s head. “Honey, was that why you did what you did this morning, clamping down on us like you did and why you said what you did. Were you trying to tell us that and just couldn’t figure out how to get through to us?” he asks. You nod and whimper.

“Ohhh, Honeyyy.” He says, realizing why you’re so upset with Thorin. You tried to tell us and Thorin reprimanded you and swatted you.” He says quietly. You nod. “It made me feel like he was treating me like an insolent little pebble instead of his Wife. I felt disrespected and not listened to.” You whimper.

“Ohhh, Honey, I’m sorry!” Fili says quietly. “I didn’t understand either. I didn’t realize you were getting tired of being denied to cum like that. Will you forgive me?” he asks. You nod. “I’m sorry I got mad and shut you out Fili. I just was so hurt and frustrated I didn’t know what else to do. I felt trapped with no outlet to vent and no way to escape.”

“What do you need now, Sweetheart?” he asks, turning your face to look at his. “What can I do to help you feel better. “Just hold me for a while, then let me be. I’m kind of Dwarfed out and just need some alone time before we head out again. “Do you want us to stay with you tonight, or do you want to sleep alone? He asks. “I don’t know. I suppose everyone knows now that I was mad at Thorin.” You say. “I just wanted an outlet to vent and knew Dwalin would be able to handle it if I took the ‘practice’ time to vent my anger and frustrations. I wasn’t ready to face Thorin yet.” You say quietly.

“And then we come and join in thinking that you had worked out whatever was bothering you.” Fili says with a groan. “Ohhh, Sweetheart. I’m sorry.” He says. “We’ll give you whatever space you need, Sweetheart.” He tells you. “Is it okay if I try to explain to Uncle why you got so upset?” he asks. You nod. “Will you let him come and apologize if I do and he desires to do so?” he asks. You shrug. “I guess it depends on how he does it.” You reply. “Okay, Love.” He tells you.

The two of you sit there for a while. Fili hugging you and rocking from side to side a little. “Thank you for finally talking to me, Em. I’m sorry I had to pin you to get you to do it though.” He tells you. “It’s okay Fee. I was being a stubborn ass and deserved it.” You say. “I love you, Em.” He tells you. “When you’re ready to have us sleep with you, then come to us and let us know, okay? We’ll let you be. I suppose you’ve had your fill of being intimate after the past month of ‘practice’.” He coos.

You nod. “I understand. It’s alright. I’m grateful you were willing to endure it so you could teach me. Thank you.” He says and gives you a gentle kiss. “Will you let me put my courting braids and beads in before I go, though?” he asks. “Then I’ll find Uncle and fill him in on everything. We’ll let you be.” He says. You nod.

Fili shifts out from behind you and kneels on your right and parts a section of your hair beside his Uncle’s marriage braid. He puts his courting braid in and shows you the bead he forged. You giggle when you see it’s a gold lion’s head. “My Lion Prince.” You reply with a giggle. Fili grins and nods. “Do you like it?” he asks.

You nod. “Yes, thank you, Fee.” you reply. He clips it into your braid, securing the end of it. Then moves to the other side of you and puts the second one in, and secures it with the other one. Fili gives you a gentle, yet passionate kiss and rests his forehead against yours. “I love you, Em. Thank you.” He murmurs.

Taking your hands in his he sighs, “Sweetheart, Mahal visited me last night while we were all meshed together sleeping. He gave me some warnings, and we are not to tell Uncle about them either.” He tells you, cupping your face. You look at him with a scared expression.

“Mahal said there will be times on the remainder of this quest where it will not be safe for you to show or reveal that you are Uncle’s Wife or his One. Mahal said when we enter both Mirkwood and Laketown, you are to tuck Uncle’s marriage braids into your hair and hide the beads so no one can see them. Only have my courting beads hanging free to be seen. Mahal said to tell you that if anyone asks you during those times who’s Dwarf you are or who’s braids and beads they are, that you are to tell them that you are my One. Do not mention anything about being Uncle’s. If you do or if it is discovered that you are Uncle’s Wife, your life and his could be put in great danger.” He explains.

Your eyes get huge, and you nod. Fili continues to cup your face and says, “Mahal also warned that from now on, once we enter Mirkwood, the Dragon sickness will start to try to take over Uncle’s mind a little at a time. The closer to Erebor we get, the more it will try to claim him. Mahal said if we notice Thorin’s attitude towards us change significantly or if he tries to deny letting us be together and won’t share you with me, that we are to go and talk to Balin and Dwalin, and that when we reach Erebor and get inside it, they will show us to the cave with the pool and Mahal’s statue. Mahal said we are to keep you there until Thorin either comes to his senses or succumbs to the sickness and is taken to Mandos’ halls.” He tells you.

“Mahal said you are to ask Oin to show you how to prepare the tea tomorrow morning and you are to ask him for the pouch of it in case we are captured by the Elves. Keep it on your person and keep it safe. Take it each day even if it’s cold water you make it with. Alright?” he says. You tear up and nod.

“I see you found my gifts.” He tells you, caressing the dagger on your belt, and your necklace. Your eyes open wide, “They are from YOU?” you exclaim. He chuckles and nods. Well one of them is. I found this in the market of the village we were in the night you and Thorin were married using the old ways.

The necklace Arwen gave to me to give to you. She said you will need it to be protected and to help defeat the Dragon should it still be alive and awake.” He tells you. She showed me how to open it and when I opened it, the runes glowed red. She said it was a warning not to touch the claw part, and told me if I did it would freeze me and I’d perish. She said it was the claw of a Cold Drake that her female ancestor killed. It was the last one in Middle Earth, as far as anyone knew.

Her female ancestor enchanted this claw to freeze to death anyone or anything who touched or was cut by it. She said only females it accepts can wield it and if the runes glow blue when you open it, that it has accepted you and you will never be harmed by it’s enchantment or by its blade.” He explains.

Lord Elrond was there when she gave it to me. He said it was Arwen’s Amad’s, and that Arwen’s Amad gave it to Arwen before her Amad left to go to Lothlorien to visit her parents. On the way Arwen’s Amad was attacked and severely injured and poisoned by Orcs. She ended up having to sail away from our shores for the undying lands.

They both hope it accepts you and keeps you safe. He warns that if anyone tries to take it from you by force, that it could freeze them to death just by touching it’s gold sheath if the blade is angered enough. He says to NEVER give it to anyone except your female descendants whom the weapon chooses to accept. Do not give it away to anyone else… not for ANY reason.” Fili explains. You nod, having heard a similar explanation from Balin.

“I’ll go now and let you be. I’ll talk to Uncle and explain to him what you’ve told me. Please, Sweetheart, if he approaches, let him apologize. It may be the last time he is completely of sound mind for a while. Let’s hope and pray he can overcome the sickness and defeat it. I’d hate for the two of you to part forever like this, and not having made up beforehand.” He says caressing your cheek. “Please, Love. Promise me you’ll give him a chance to make amends?” he asks, placing his forehead against yours. You sigh and nod. ‘Okay, Fee.” You say quietly.

He smiles and kisses your forehead. “Thank you, Love.” He says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out your necklace and placing it around your neck, clasping it in the back. “No using it on Uncle!” he teases. You grin and nod. He stands, gives you a look of love and appreciation, then leaves to go and find his Uncle.                                     

#Middle Earth AU #Hobbit AU #thorin x oc #thorin x you #thorin x reader #Thorin Oakenshield #thorin #fili durin #fili #fili x oc #fili x reader #balin the dwarf #pissed dwarrowdam #Emma #dense Dwarves #unclear communication #courting gifts #protective gifts #practice #swordplay #axeplay #i need practice #Dwalin #dwarves of Erebor #mock battle #innuendo #venting off steam #communication #angst #warnings

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Pick Up Lines

Welp, so a special someone has a birthday today, and I took part in a writing contest that she had to celebrate it. The funny part about this is that I wrote this story literally the day after I picked out my prompt. So I've been sitting on this story for about 2(?) months just waiting in suspense to share it, XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @guardianofrivendell!!!

I used this quote.

And this is a pairing between Fili & Tullaina

Warnings: Well, there maybe be an innuendo in there somewhere... ;) and a swear word or two. Nothing crazy

Pick Up Lines

My eyes flickered across the yellowing parchment of the scroll I had been assigned to read. At first the words were interesting and held my attention. Then as my attention began to wander, they became dull and frankly, dare I think it? Meaningless?

The librarian--and Ori--would strangle me, no questions asked if they knew how dull I found this ancient scrap to be.

The soft rustle of paper brought my attention back to the Dwarrowdame sitting across from me; dark-haired head bowed over the pages of an absurdly large and heavy tome whose title was written in overly large, flourishing golden script: A Brief History of Durin's Line: Volume 205.

I made a mental note to add my tutor, Lorelei, to the list. If she knew that I was more interested in a certain dark-haired dame than the 'exceedingly valuable and history-filled document whose knowledge is crucial to your future role of King' scroll, then she would be madder than Uncle Thorin when Kili had accidentally, (I wasn't so sure about that part), kicked Thorin's clothes into the river as he attempted to jump into it as we camped by it during the Quest.

It probably wouldn't help that Kili had already pissed her off earlier today during his session with her when he tried--unsuccessfully-- to flirt with her. Apparently the dame couldn't tell that my baby brother was head-over-heels for her.

"Oi, Fili!" A low, feminine voice called out loudly, making me cringe and breathe a sigh of relief all at the same time.

I twisted in my wooden chair to look over at the approaching Dwarrowdame. Dark red hair bounced messily across her shoulders as she trotted towards the table Lorelei and I occupied. The bright, beaming smile on her freckled face lit up the whole room and I found myself grinning automatically as she stopped beside my chair.

"Are you still studying these dusty old scrolls? Doesn't Thorin know that the sun is shining outside and there are things," she winked meaningfully at me, "that need to be done?"

I chuckled, pushing my chair away from the table with a soft scraping sound and stood up to tower a few inches above the dame.

"Good afternoon to you too, Tullaina." I answered, hurrying to roll up the parchment I had been trying to read until thoughts about Tullaina entered by head. Lorelei took one look at how I was treating the ancient parchment and let out an indignant gasp.

"I'll handle that, Prince Fili. Just don't damage this priceless piece of knowledge!" She gasped, snatching the scroll away from me and cradling it gently.

"Sorry, Lory." I apologized sheepishly, but she only shook her head.

"Just go on, I know you are eager to go spend time with Lady Tullaina. Do not let me stand in your way, Prince Fili." She sighed, and I shot a grin at Tullaina.

"Let's go and you can tell me about what things you have in mind."

~~~~~

We strolled through an abandoned corridor of Erebor together, Tullaina chatting animatedly about a prank she had conjured up when she'd accidentally set fire to one of Erebor's kitchens while attempting to assist one of the cooks with the cutting of a slab of pork.

"...and all the smoke and the blood from my finger made me think of setting up a sort of scene in one of the corridors and making a huge smoky fire and spilling berry juice everywhere. It would look like one big murder scene without a body." She finished up excitedly, and I could only smile.

"I like the idea, Tulls, but don't you think that's a bit complicated? I mean, coordinating all that and finding all those berries..." I trailed off as Tullaina's nose wrinkled up as she frowned.

Adorable.

"I guess..." She nodded, pondering my words. "Is there something else we could do for June Fools?"

I glanced over at her, making momentary eye contact with those wondrously captivating brown irises of hers.

"Well... I was considering something that is a bit more.... Criminal."

Tullaina's eyes got big.

"What?!" She hissed, stopping dead to stare at me in disbelief. "Fili, are you nuts? If your Uncle caught us doing something illegal..."

I shrugged, a smirk winding its way across my face as I took in her confusion. "You've already committed a crime, Tulls, and you made it look easy."

She let out an indignant gasp and put her hands on her hips in a gesture that warned me that she was getting angry. "Fili, I may be many things, but I am not a thief." She ground out, but I kept smirking at her. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing! I've never stolen a thing in my life!"

My smirk only grew as she denied any thieving activities. Crossing my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow at her in perfect seriousness. "Oh, but you have stolen something, Tulls." I murmured, making Tullaina frown up at me.

"What are you accusing me of stealing? Fili, I swear, if this is about that bloody teddy bear you had when you were thirty--"

I shook my head, holding up a hand to halt her angry spew of words. "No, you stole my heart." I murmured, holding eye contact with her.

Her mouth dropped open in an expression of complete surprise and shock and she stared mutely up at me. "I, wha-what?" She choked out, and I quickly dropped my serious approach.

Today was not the day.

Quickly plastering on a teasing grin, I nudged her with my elbow, forcing out a laugh. "Gotcha." Then I started walking again, stamping down all the doubting, questioning thoughts threatening to break through the wall I had built.

But in a moment, Tullaina was beside me again, her laughter echoing off the stone walls. "Mahal, Fili.... You really had me going there for awhile..." She giggled, raising her hand to brush her hair over her shoulder. "That's a really bad pick-up line, though...."

I grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I thought you'd get a laugh out of it. And unfortunately there's more where that came from."

Tullaina's warm brown eyes lit up and she looked expectantly up at me. "Okay, spill." She asked excitedly, almost bouncing as we walked.

I eyed her anxiously, unsure how to proceed with this. But then she looked over at me and all my doubts were whisked away in the blink of an eye.

I was her friend, she was mine. There was nothing more here. Just treat her like you always do.

"Alright, what about this one? Do you have a sunburn or are you always this hot?"

At first, Tullaina gaped, then she snorted; eyes closing as she giggled. "That one's not bad..." She commented, and I felt a burst of encouragement.

"My friends bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in the tavern. Wanna buy some drinks with their money?"

Tullaina shrugged at that one, tilting her hand from side to side. "That one's okay..."

To my horror, the next one that popped into my mind--and subsequently out of my mouth--was one that I never would have dreamed of saying to Tullaina. "Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?"

Instantly, Tullaina's cheeks turned beet red--likely matching mine--and she turned to look at me, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she couldn't decide if it would be appropriate to smile or not. "Ummm...."

"Mahal, I didn't think before I spoke, Tulls." I apologized, rubbing the back of my neck.

Tullaina giggled nervously. "It's alright, Fili. I just never expected that to be something you would say to a lass."

"It's not something I would say unless I'm completely off my face." I admitted, and the smile returned hesitantly to her face. "But, what do you think of this one? Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

Tullaina stuck out her tongue. "That one is awful..." She stated with a wrinkled nose. "0/10 would recommend using."

I laughed, feeling a soothing wave of relief wash over me as the previous awkward mood faded. "I thought that one wasn't half bad!" I defended the line, but Tullaina only rolled her eyes.

"You're a Dwarrow. Of course it sounds good to you. But if you were a dame... We have a different perspective on things." She explained offhandedly. "Please, continue."

"Do you have a name or can I call you mine?"

"Where in Mahal's name did you get this one?!" Tullaina exclaimed, pretending to gag. "That one is worse than the last!"

"I'll agree with you on this one. I'd never dream of using this to get a lass' name. It's just rude."

Tullaina nodded vigorously. "If you used it on me, I'd slap you so hard you'd have a permanent imprint of my hand on your face." She stated venomously, and I took a hesitant step sideways. This made her laugh as she watched me. "Not now, if you had just met me and were being weird. Only one of those things applies to you so you're safe."

I let out an affronted gasp. "I'm not weird!"

Tullaina only shrugged, smirking at me. "I'm a girl, and to girls, boys are weird."

"Fair point. And the same is true likewise."

Removing the extra space I had put between us by taking a sideways step, Tullaina looked over at me. "Okay, one last one, then we actually need to move onto serious topics. If you let me, I will procrastinate over June Fools, and that cannot happen on our first try at doing Twelve Months of Fools. I mean, we've already gotten through five months successfully! We can't stop now!"

I nodded, giving Tullaina a sly look. "Alright, unless that would be the prank all along since people are expecting it now?"

"NO!"

"Fine, fine..." I relented, extending my hand towards her. "Your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?"

"Sure." Tullaina placed her hand in mine; palm gentle and warm against the calloused, rough surface of mine.

The unexpected motion had my brain shutting down as I frantically tried to figure out what was supposed to happen next.

Tullaina shot me a confused look, glancing down at our hands. "Fili, you're supposed to hold my hand back, not just suddenly let it become a limp noodle."

I didn't respond, trying frantically to think of something--anything!--to say. Which, of course, led to the absolute last thing I wanted to say being the exact thing I said.

"Your lips look lonely, would they like to meet mine?"

Tullaina's lips parted; the bottom jutting out just the tiniest bit because it was slightly bigger than the top. Not that I knew this because I'd spent literal days just gazing at her perfect, sensual lips.

No, not at all.

"Fili, I, uh, yeah..." Tullaina whispered, and I stared at her in shock.

She stared back expectantly.

The silence continued on for another very long, very awkward moment until Tullaina spoke up. "You're not going to say anything? Are you serious or is this just a prank?" She asked, and I detected just the barest hint of vulnerability in her soft-spoken words.

I sucked in a deep breath, realizing that I hadn't really been breathing between my last sentence and Tullaina's. "I don't know," I breathed, staring at Tullaina in terror. "I didn't think I would get this far!"

The corner of Tullaina's mouth turned up in a smile. "Maybe we just experiment a bit, yeah?" She asked, taking one step closer to me. "Because I'm bloody scared out of my mind, Fili, but if I don't do this I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life."

I nodded silently, staring down at her as she took another slow step closer, rising up on her toes. Automatically, my hands settled on her waist, steadying her as I leaned down to meet her plush, distracting lips.

"OH DEAR MAHAL, FINALLY!!"

Tullaina and I jumped apart, looking around wildly for the terrifyingly familiar voice. I found it in the form of Kili as he peeked out from a pillar, hands clamped around his mouth and a look of absolute panic on his face.

"Oh, uh, I wasn't supposed to interrupt you... Just go back to kissing or whatever. Pretend I was never here." He faltered, looking at Tullaina and I sheepishly. "Sorry."

I took a step forward, bristling as I prepared to teach Kili a lesson he wouldn't forget. "Kili, I'm going to--"

Tullaina grabbed my sleeve, stopping me in my tracks as she finished my sentence. "Spend time with Tullaina. Come on, Fili. We have things to do and abandoned corridors to explore."

#guardian of rivendell birthday writing challenge #tulls #tullaina #fili #fili x tullaina #fili x oc #the hobbit #fanfic #fanfiction #happy birthday!!!!! #a brief history of a line of durin strikes again #kili #lorelei #kili x lorelei #fluff #pick up lines #kili is a matchmaker

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Afthâk Ugshar

Part 5 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’.  Who know how many more parts are going to follow…  Link to Series Masterlist.

Thorin falls for a Dwarrowdame raised by Elves, and tries to make know his feelings, but accidentally offends her, which leads to another and another misunderstanding between the two.

Based off of @immawriteyouthings​ ‘Falling Stars’

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count:  1,797

Warning(s):  Swear word, Bofur the insinuation king, slightly naughty and suggestive words

Translation(s): Afthâk Ugshar:  Another Teacher

Kitinirakbeshêkzi, zannag, naimus and 'azgs:  Your hips, bosum, lips and eyes

~~~~~

The next morning found me hovering over a kettle Bombur had placed under my care.  I had no idea what in Eru's name was in it, but it smelled--to put it lightly--a bit strange.  Like there was metal of some sort in it.  That stinging, metallic scent hinted to it.  

"What is in this again?"  I asked curiously as Bombur passed by, vaguely wondering if I even wanted to know.  Dwarves certainly had some very strange tastes I had found.  They adored meat, which I found quite repulsive.  Who wanted to eat the flesh of some poor deer or fowl?

"Rabbit, some herbs Bilbo found in the woods, and water.  Smells delicious, don't you think?"  He said nonchalantly, and I gagged, reeling back from the pot in disgust.

"You mean you killed a rabbit and put it in here?"  I asked in disbelief, wondering how anyone could stand to shoot such an innocent creature and eat it.  

Bombur watched me with a confused expression.  "Yeah.  Have you never eaten rabbit stew before?"  He asked, and I shook my head in disgust.

"No, and I never intend to...  Excuse me, Bombur, I think Bilbo is awake and ready to help you."  I hurried to get away from the so-called 'rabbit stew', passing by the bleary-eyed Hobbit as I did so.  He had proven that he wasn't much of a morning person, but he'd begun to rise earlier to help with breakfast once he'd found out how bad the Dwarves were at making food--Bombur being the exception.

By the Valar, I felt like I was going to throw up...  

"Hey, Lass!"  The sudden familiar call of Bofur's nickname for me had me stilling in my tracks, looking around to find the source.  

I quickly located Bofur sitting with Fili, Kili, Dori and Ori on an outcropping of rocks.  Sighing, I walked over to join them.  

"You called?"  I said wearily, settling myself on a rock and looking at the group with an unimpressed gaze.  This sounded like trouble.

"I was just wondering, Kili here has been telling me that you don't know Khuzdul."  Bofur said, balancing his pipe in his hand as he gestured towards the oblivious Kili who was laughed about something with his brother.  "How is that?  Were you raised as an orphan or something?"  He asked, and I struggled to keep my expression neutral.

Why was everyone so curious about my upbringing?  Couldn't they tell I didn't want to talk about it?

"It's true that I don't know Khuzdul, but my past is a bit of a personal subject."  I said, trying to hint that I didn't want to discuss it, but Bofur just raised his eyebrows, nodding.

"Ah, I see.  Well, I've also heard that Thorin's teaching you Khuzdul...  How is that going?"  He asked, and I breathed an internal sigh of relief as the conversation slowly moved away from my past.

"Fairly good, I know quite a bit now.  He's a good teacher."  I said bashfully, trying to keep the blood from rushing into my cheeks.  "I daresay I could hold a passable conversation in it."  

Bofur nodded again, blowing a smoke ring after a draw on his pipe.  "Hmmm...  Has he taught you this phrase yet?  'Sasakhabiya abnâmul'?"  A smile pulled at his bearded cheeks as his words caught the attention of everyone else in the group.

Fili and Kili grinned at each other as they leaned closer, obviously interested.

I frowned at the unfamiliar words.  Thorin most definitely had not taught me that yet; I didn't even recognize a word.  "No, he has not...  What does it mean?"  I asked, wondering if I even wanted to know the answer.  Knowing Thorin's blatant dislike of me, it probably meant something along the lines of 'I don't like you; go far away and die a horrible death'.

Bofur laughed and shook his head.  "I didn't think he had yet.  Those types of words are normally taught later in life."  He said, and I cocked my head curiously.

"What does it mean?"  I asked again, genuinely curious as to what it meant.  

"You look beautiful."  Fili said suddenly, and I glanced over at him with shock written all over my features.  Since when did he say things like that to me?

"Excuse me?"  I questioned, wondering if I had heard him right.  "Are you trying to flirt with me?  If so, piss off, I'm not interested.  And if you're saying it on behalf of your brother; I doubt he's interested, what with his lady love back in the Blue Mountains."  I said, giving the pair an unimpressed stare."

Fili laughed, blushing slightly as he shook his head.  Kili elbowed him in the ribs as he laughed along with him.  "No, that's what the phrase meant.  Sasakhabiya abnâmul--you look beautiful."  

He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes.

"You're incorrigible.  Why would Thorin ever say that to me?  The Dwarrow doesn't even like me for Eru's sake...  He can't stand to be around me."  I grumbled before realizing my slip of the tongue.  Glancing around, I took in everyone's shocked faces.

Eru, I'd really done it now...

"Goodness, Lass, why would you think that?!"  Bofur asked, the glowing pipe held in his hand forgotten as he stared at me like I'd suddenly sprouted another eye.

Why did they all act like I'd just spoken some sort of forbidden word or something?  Was it really that bad to complain about their leaders in their culture?

I shrugged, relaxing as I realized they hadn't caught my slip of the tongue in the use of Eru's name.  "I don't know, that's just the vibe I get off of him.  He doesn't like speaking with me, can't find a single good thing to say about me, and never wants to be left alone in my presence--he's always trying to get Dwalin or Balin to stay with him whenever I approach him!  It's downright maddening!"  I complained, trying to find some sympathy in this group.

I found none.  Bofur simply begin to grin slyly.  "Oh, I think there are several things he likes about you...  Kitinirakbeshêkzi, zannag, naimus and 'azgs to name a few..."  He said, causing Dori to emit a scandalized gasp as he hurried to cover Ori's ears.  That honestly should have thrown up a red flag about the meaning of the words, but I was too focused on the giggling trio before me.

Fili and Kili had cracked up, leaning on each other as they laughed so hard, I thought their sides would split.  Bofur chuckled along with them, making me eye them all suspiciously.

"What did you just say?"  I probed, but Bofur just shook his head.  

"Those aren't words you should hear from me, Lass...  Thorin just might have my beard shaved if he knew."  He said evasively, and I frowned, my mood sobering.

"They're really that bad, huh?"  I said quietly, making him shake his head vigorously and reach out a hand to pat my shoulder.

"No, you've got it all wrong, Lass."  He said, but I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, getting to my feet and looking at them all with a face that I hoped didn't show the hurt I felt inside.  

"Then why don't you tell me what they mean?"  I asked, voice cold.  Bofur lowered his gaze to his feet, shaking his head.

"As I said, they aren't words you should hear from me..."  He murmured, and I let out a sigh, turning away from them and hurrying towards the crackling fire where everyone else had gathered to smell the bubbling pot of rabbit stew.  

My stomach turned again, and I bit my lip in an attempt to stop my automatic grimace of disgust at the metallic smell of blood.

Living with Elves had sharpened many of my senses; my sense of smell being one.  Sometimes it was a good thing, other times, not so much.  Especially now.

I reluctantly joined the group by the fire and sat down by Dwalin.  He was the most likely to ignore me and give me the peace I wanted right now.

But apparently everyone had it out for me today, as he turned towards me, letting out a deep breath.  "I've been curious about you of late, Miss Estel."  He rumbled in his deep gruff voice, and I tried not to scream in frustration.  

"About what?"  I asked hesitantly, and he just shrugged, shifting his position a bit as I stared hard at him.  I wasn't going to make this easy for him if he found this so uncomfortable.

"Yer heritage, stuff like that.  Where were you brought up?"  He asked, and I rolled my eyes skyward.

Eru help me.

"That's none of your business, Master Dwalin, and I suggest you stay out of it."  I said harshly, and Dwalin shuffled his feet awkwardly, keeping his gaze anywhere but on my face.

"My apologies, Miss Estel."  He said quietly, and I let out a short breath.  I sure hoped he meant those words.

Looking around, I caught sight of Thorin standing nearby, talking quietly with Balin as he shot a look over at me, accompanied by a meaningful nod towards Dwalin.  That's when everything clicked and I shot to my feet, looking down at Dwalin with an outraged expression.

"Thorin put you up to this, didn't he?"  I asked in a low whisper, and he hesitated, rising slowly to his feet and looking at me.  "Admit it."  I hissed, and he reluctantly nodded.

Fury rose within me, and I clenched my jaw, stalking away from Dwalin towards Thorin.  Balin caught sight of me first and began to edge away from Thorin, who looked around curiously to see why his friend and advisor was abandoning him.

Once his blue eyes locked onto my figure storming towards him, he paled and looked towards Balin who just smiled and walked away just as I reached Thorin.

"Miss Estel--" He began, his voice soft, but I cut him off.

"Do you have anything better to do than snoop into my private life?  Can you not take the hint and just leave me alone?  I don't want to talk about my past, alright?"  I ground out, pointing a finger into the soft fur of his coat.  "Keep your questions to yourself, Master Thorin."  I said warningly, turning away from him only to see the gazes of everyone else in the Company focused onto us.

"Oh Eru...."  I huffed, letting out a deep sigh.  Directing a piercing glare that was almost guaranteed to burn a hole through even the thickest skull over the crowd, I walked away from Thorin with my head held high.  Perhaps I could find Gandalf and have a civilized conversation.

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Worthless Little Shadow (chapter 5)

Worthless Little Shadow (Chapter 4)

Worthless Little Shadow (Chapter 3)

After asking around for Oin's whereabouts, Balin found him unpacking in the Healing Hall. He entered and approached the old dwarf, knowing Oin didn't hear him due to him being hard of hearing. He came around the table and stood in front of Oin and called his name loudly. Oin startled and looked up. He picked his hearing trumpet up and smiled at Balin.

"What can I do for you Balin?" he asked.  

"What can you tell me of the lass the boys found on the trip back from the Blue Mountains?" Balin asked. 

Oin recounted how he was called to take a look at a gaunt, thin little Dwarrowdam who had been found at the base of a gravel incline. He told Balin she appeared to be unconscious and had a dislocated shoulder and head injury as well as various cuts and scrapes all over her body. 

"Oin, did she have any bruises or injuries not caused by the fall? Older ones that may have been healing or Scars from prior injuries?" Balin asked. 

"Now that you mention it, yes. She had some scars on her back that seemed fairly recent, but were almost completely healed. She had some faded bruises on her upper arms and belly as well." Oin mused out loud. 

"Oin, what do you think caused the old injuries?" Balin asked.

"Well, I can't say for sure, but it looks like someone took a switch of some kind to her back. Maybe a horse whip or a willow branch. The bruises on her arms were in the shape of a hand, like someone had grabbed her and held her very tightly. The bruises on her belly, I can't say what caused them, they were round and about the size of a fist though." he replied. "Why do you ask?"

"We are trying to figure out if she is the missing princess that Fili was supposed to marry. Dwalin thinks she may have been malnourished by her father and possibly beaten by him before she fled." Balin stated. 

"Why would a father, a King, for that matter, beat his daughter and treat her like that?" Oin asked incredulous. 

"If she didn't want to have an arranged marriage and refused to follow through with it, she may have angered him enough to have her whipped and that would explain the bruised arms." Balin said. Oin thought about it then nodded sadly, "Aye. It would, and it would explain why she has been so mousy and refuses to talk." Balin nodded. 

"Thanks Oin." Balin said. "I will leave you to finish your unpacking." Balin stated with a nod of his head. 

He turned and left. Sighing, he went to Raven Hill and wrote a note to the king of the missing princess asking: 1) please send a description of the missing Princess so we may keep an eye out for her in Erebor if she tries to sneak in with the Caravans coming from the Blue mountains  2) is the dowry wanted back by him? 3) where all did they search for the missing princess?  4) Why was Erebor not informed of her disappearance?

He rolled up the note and tied it to a raven's leg. "Take this to the king of the missing Princess that Fili was supposed to wed. Bring his reply back with you. The raven bobbed it's head in understanding and Balin gave it a treat and sent it on it's way.

He told the messenger in the Raven hill tower to deliver the bird's reply message to him as soon as it arrives, no matter the time or what he was doing. The messenger nodded and Balin went back to the music hall. 

He found Dwalin and pulled him aside.

"Oin said she had other older injuries." he told Dwalin. Dwalin looked pissed and glanced over to where Shadow was standing next to Fili and leaning against him as he wrapped an arm around her protectively. Her foot was tapping to the rhythm of the music as they watched Kili dance with the boys' Amad.

"What kind of injuries, Brother?" he asked as he looked back at Balin. "Oin thinks she was whipped with either a riding switch or a willow branch. She also had bruises shaped like a hand on her upper arm and some the size of a fist on her belly." Balin states.

Dwalin growls. "How could someone treat a Dwarrowdam like that!" he growled through gritted teeth, fists clenched.

"I know, Brother, now calm down. There's nothing we can do about that, it is in the past. I sent a raven with a message to the king of the missing princess, asking for a description of her, asked if he wanted the dowry back, asked where all they searched for her and why was Erebor not informed she had gone missing. Until we get a reply, we can do nothing but wait and observe her. I know you have a soft spot for her so perhaps you can show her around Erebor and keep her entertained. I'm sure Thorin will keep his nephews pretty busy to keep them from having much to do with her until we get some answers." Balin states.

Dwalin nodded.

They turned and walked back to the gathering and Balin could see Shadow was getting tired. He walked over to her and asked if she was having a good time. She gave him a shy smile and nodded. "You look a little tired, Lass, do you want someone to show you back to your room?" he asked.

Shadow looked up at Fili with a questioning glance. He smiled and nodded. "If you are tired, Ghivashel, then go to bed. I will see you tomorrow sometime." he replied and kissed the top of her head.

"I will get Dis to take you back to your room and help you out of your dress." Balin said. Shadow nodded and watched Balin move over to Dis and say something to her. She nodded and finished the conversation she was having with Bofur and then came over to them.

"Are you ready to go to bed, Sweetheart?" she asked, seeing how sleepy Shadow looked. Shadow nodded and gave Fili and Kili a hug goodnight. They both gave her a kiss on the head and told her they'd see her sometime tomorrow.

She walked up to Balin and Dwalin and gave them both a hug too. Dwalin chuckled and patted her back. "Goodnight, Lass." he told her. Balin gave her a hug back after he got over the initial shock of her hugging him and chuckled as she walked away.

They watched her leave and turned to the rest of the party and watched them sing and dance. "Dwalin, tell no one what we have found out until I hear from the king if she is his missing daughter or not. There's no reason to upset her or Thorin's nephews until we have a better idea of who she is and what is going on." Balin tells him. Dwalin nodded, "Agreed."

Balin yawned and decided he was going to bed too. "I'm going to bed, brother, you coming?" he asked. Dwalin shook his head. "Naah, not yet." he replied. "All right then, Goodnight." Balin replied back.

Dwalin waved him off and went back to join Bofur in a song.

Thorin continued watching from the fireplace for a while longer then decided to go to bed as well. He was not looking forward to dealing with this new development with his nephews...

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