#platonic balin x reader

[fili-urzudel]

HEADCANON GAUNTLET

I HAVE A BUNCH OF UNFINISHED HEADCANONS AND NO TIME BUT THAT'S NOT GONNA STOP ME, WHICH ONES DO YOU WANT TO SEE FIRST?

#lotr #lotr fandom #lotr fanfic #the hobbit #lotr headcanons #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit x reader #bilbo baggins x reader #kili durin x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #ori x reader #dwalin x reader #platonic balin x reader #platonic gandalf x reader

[l-itraklies]

Little Elf Pt. 2 Thorin

Pairing: Thorin x Fem!reader, Fili,Kili x Platonic reader

Words- 1014 (I think)

Warnings- none

@tschrist1

Little Elf

Narrators POV.

Y/n quietly crept out of her room, holding her bag with an extra cloak and boots for the winter. She had stuffed as many weapons as possible in her robe and boots. She had a decorated dagger in a sheath tied to her hip. Meanwhile, the company waits outside the walls waiting for her. The company laughed and joked all except Thorin, who stood by the gate… waiting. 

“Uncle!” Kili announced, jogging over to him, “Come join us”

“It’s fine, I will stay and wait” he replied

“What is it, uncle?” Fili said joining the two

“It’s nothing, Fili.”

(Back to Y/N)

She snuck into the stables, to one specific stall in the back. There stood her pony, Álváró, jet black the only thing she could see was the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. “Sshh-sh, it’s okay boy, it’s me.” she hummed while holding her hands up against his snout. She didn’t bother to grab the saddle or reins, she hopped on his bare back, with what little belongings she had, and rode through the palace gates where she met back up with the company.

“There she is!” Kili burst upon seeing her

 Fili ran up to her picking her up by her waist and lifting her to his shoulder. She yelped in response, causing a soft snort from Thorin. After the party had paid their debts to each other from the bets they made, they all saddled up and made their way into the Forrest in search of a suitable place for camp far enough away from Lindon. Most of the company spent the time joyously singing of adventures, joking, and laughing, it gave Y/N quite the headache. So to get away she traveled to the front of the party where Thorin rode with a solemn face.

“Something wrong, Thorin?” she said just loud enough for him to hear.

Thorin seemed to ignore her, giving her a quick glance before staring back at the thin path they followed.

“Before he died, my father spoke very fondly of you and the sons of Durin. Your glorious victories in battle, and the beauty of Erebor.” She spoke, but slowly a lump grew in her throat

“He’s right, the beauty of Erebor is unmatched,” he replied, not moving his gaze from the path

Y/n took the opportunity to study his appearance. His long dark wavy hair framed his face, and his neatly groomed beard. And, his eyes were fierce like the sharpest elven blade ever forged. There was dirt smudged into his skin and small, almost unnoticeable, scars covered his face.

“Y/n!” Fili yelled from behind her, “Come here, I wish to tell you something!”

She let out a heavy sigh, slowing down back to the rest of the party.

“What is it like?” Kili questioned

“What is what like?”

“Lindon, and the elves, ruling, and fighting?” Fili answered, it seemed like the entire company awaited her answer

“Strict” she admitted, “the king demands everything, I can hardly hunt, or fight because I am met to be ‘royalty’”

Fili and Kili seemed offended, Kili pretended to be shot in the heart cradling his chest and sticking his tongue out. Y/n let out a small laugh at his antics, covering her smile with her hand.

Thorin’s POV.

I didn’t understand the point in her accompanying us until Balin told me who her father was. One of my grandfather's and father’s advisors and my father's closest friend, now I understood. 

“She acts like her father,” Balin said, almost starling me, “But she looks exactly like her mother”

“What is it, Balin?”

“Nothing, sire”

“They all love her, don’t they?” Balin continued, staring back at her 

“Seems they do”

Narrators POV.

When they finally reached a place to camp, Thorin gave each of them a job, Balin and Oin would make sure they had all their things; Dori, Nori, Ori, and Gloin would round up the ponies; Fili, Kili, and Dwalin would be the first to keep watch; and Bifur, Bofur, and Bomber would make food (if you can even call it that). But, all that left Y/n.

“You can come with me,” Thorin said

“What are we doing?” she replied

“Sharpening”

“Alright”

She would question it, so they walked over to Balin and Oin and asked the two for all the weapons. They handed them over, and to Y/n it seemed almost extensive, but then.

“FILI!” Thorin burst

Fili ran over in a heartbeat, wearing a huge smile

“Yes?”

Thorin looked at the pile of weapons and then looked Fili up and down. Fili reached into his coat and began pulling out daggers. Leaving Y/n amazed and concerned. When he was done and gone, the two sat down and began sharpening. After a while, Fili, Kili, and Dwalin got back and Nori, Dori, and Ori left to watch. By that time, the pile had hardly gotten smaller. After some hours of the company singing, talking, and laughing (and Y/n sitting in complete silence). It was her and Thorin’s turn to watch.

“Fili, Kili you keep sharpening these and be done by the time we get back,” Thorin demanded

“Yes, uncle.” They said before sitting down.

Thorin and Y/n walked into the Forrest just out of sight of the camp, Thorin pointed to a tree signaling her to climb into it to keep watch. She nodded slinging her bow onto her back before climbing up. When she reached the top of the tree, she could see far into the forest and hear the company from the camp, they were singing familiar tunes to the ones her father would sing to her. It was comforting, but when the song finished she blocked out the chatter of the company and sat in her silence.

After almost an hour, she could hear something in the distance she listened closely to make sure it wasn’t the company, but no, the sound of rustling trees came from the opposite direction. pretty soon she could see the movement of the trees.

#the hobbit #the hobbit x y/n #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #middle earth #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin x you #thorin x y/n #thorin fanfiction #thorin and company

[majwrites]

Mountains

Bifur x reader

A/N: This can be read as platonic or romantic. It's not proofread and I wrote it to deal with some stuff, I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.

Warnings: Smaug, childhood trauma and neglect, selective mutism, abandonment issues, I found almost nothing about Bifurs backstory so I just made smth up

"Bifur?", you sat up from where you had been sleeping on a patch of grass outside the mountain. He looked at you. Even after Bifur had regained his full ability to speak, both of you didn't use many words. You were fluent in khuzdul so there had never been a language barrier but both of you had a rather complicated relationship with the spoken word. With Bifur there was no need for words most of the time but this one question haunted you like a ghost of the past. "You're not going to abandon me, right?", you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. "Of course not", was his reply. He offered his hand and you took it. When the both of you were out in the marketplace or walking through the halls of the mountain it was rare to see you not holding hands or guiding each other in another way. You had a tendency to lose your way or get distracted and you tried to avoid that.

Your mind started to wander back to the reason you had asked Bifur a question you already knew the answer to. Back when Smaug had claimed the lonely mountain you had been young, even a bit younger than Bifur. In the hurry of leaving the mountain you had lost sight of your parents and ended up with Balin and Thorin. They made sure to reunite you with your parents later on but it had never been the same as it was. Sure, they made sure that there was lunch on the table for you and that you had a place to sleep, but you had questions that they could not answer and when you started to act like the traumatized child you were at the time they didn't know how to deal with it. So you ended up mostly dealing with it on your own just like Bifur who was left with his younger cousins. You loved your parents dearly but now that you were older and had grown up you realized that they had caused you a big problem. Sometimes a deep fear of being left alone to fend for yourself would surface. Bifur understood this better than anyone else.

You snapped back to reality. Bifur was holding you like he always would when you got like this. You grabbed his coat a little tighter. Even now there was no need for words. There have been times in both of your lives where you wouldn't say a single word all day because it was too much to handle. Bifur sometimes remembered how his cousins had tried to coax you into telling them what's wrong, but even Bofur understood at some point that you weren't able to. Bifur had never tried to get you to speak. He didn't want you to feel uncomfortable so he would always sit with you and hold you if you wanted. In return you did the same for him. A few years ago on a day where both of you had been feeling very out of it, it took Bombur half the day to find Bifur and you in a blanket fort in the darkest cave of the mountain. Both of you thought the absence of light was very comforting and there were some places under the mountain that could provide that.

By now everyone knew where to find you most of the time, but they also knew that there was no need to worry. With Bifur by your side everything would be okay.

#reader insert fanfiction #gender neutral reader #the hobbit #bifur #bifur x reader #the hobbit x reader #bifur imagine #the hobbit imagine

[lilxberry]

A Moment - Thorin’s Company

Requested By: @quietly-scrolling-through

hi darlin! would it be alright if i requested something for the hobbit? (if not feel free to ignore this lol) something like gandalf introduces the company to a young child who turns out to be a nymph like creature and she has the ability to heal others? just some cute bonding moments or them being protective over her?? ahh idk! i dont request things much so it makes me all frazzled lmao :D

Honestly, I just couldn’t get the nymph child down perfectly. I tried to research them a bit more to create better depth for this but it was completely lost on me. I still had mentioned they were indeed a nymph but I had focused more on their healing abilities and the bonds being created.

I knew I was being ambiguous when I had told you I would finally finish and post this today and I’m so happy I actually was able to do so. I’m so sorry that it had taken so long and I’m so sorry if this isn’t anything like you wanted at all. 

Warnings: Mentions of death. Mentions of violence. Mentions of blood and injuries. Mentions of thievery. Fluff. Blink and you’ll miss it angst. Terrible writing? Idek lmao let me know if I should add anymore warnings, please.

Words: 12,322 (THATS A HUGE BITCH :0)

Pairings: None. Thorin’s Company x child reader (platonic)

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The company was utterly shocked when Gandalf presented them a young child to come along their journey, even more so when they had found out said child was that of the nymph race. Of course, they all objected the notion of the young girl joining them on their treacherous quest but once learning of her incredible healing abilities, they became less reluctant.

All of the company had shared a special moment with you, big or small moments in time where they had truly come to accept and love you as their own.

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Bilbo Baggins

The first you had probably connected with was Bilbo.

When the homesick hobbit felt down, you were quick to notice. You had thought hard to find a way to lift his mood, nearly always coming up empty handed.

Then, it hit you. The adult had said he had missed his books!

On one particularly quiet night, Mr. Baggins seemed to appear more glum than usual, causing you to tilt your head as you observe him. His eyes held a distant look within them, and it was as if you had felt his sadness, even from such a distance.

After a few moments longer at watching the sullen hobbit, you turned on your bare heel and shuffled over towards the small knapsack you had with you on this journey and riffled through it, searching for one object in particular.

You made a noise in delight as you finally found it, a book filled with fairy tales and olden stories that your mother had read to you before she had passed. Smiling, you grasped the book with your small, frail hands and then hugged it within your arms as you turned and briskly walked over to Bilbo.

Slowly coming to a stop beside Bilbo, you rocked back and forth on your feet as you waited patiently for him to take notice of your presence.

Only moments later had Bilbos’ eyes travelled over to you. He cleared his throat and straightened his back, putting on a smile that just didn’t quite catch his eye. “Oh. Hello. Hummm, what can I do for you?”

You gently hold out the book towards him, giving him a small smile. “Here. Read.”

His eyes darted between you and the book quickly multiple times before finally settling on to you and sending you the most genuine of smiles he had smiled ever since he had joined the company. He took a hold of the book with a delicate touch and brought it closer towards himself, looking over the cover and spine, the bindings of the pages, the neat scrawl within the first few pages.

“Thank you, Y/N. This, this means quite a lot to me.” You nodded in response before beginning to turn away to return near your bedroll and knapsack. Bilbo sweetly called out to you, stopping you in your tracks. “Would you like to join me in reading some?”

A bright, wide grin overtook your face as you nodded enthusiastically. He chuckled at your excitement and patted beside him on the log, inviting you to sit beside him. You speedily made your way back over towards Bilbo and jumped up on to the temporary wooden seat, legs just coming up too short of reaching the floor.

Bilbo softly chuckled once more as he turns his attention towards the book rested atop his lap, delicately opening the front cover and turning to the first page of the first of many tales.

You shuffled closer to be able to peer over at the text and Bilbo smiled. Once cheeking to see if you were situated, he began to read softly, loud enough for the both of you to still enjoy the story but quiet enough to leave the others undisturbed.

Now, every time the company had set up camp, you and Bilbo would read one story from the hefty book together each time, giving Bilbo something, he dearly missed from the Shire and allowing for you to have tales read to you once more.

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Dori & Ori

Two of the three brothers had connected with you as a joint.

It had come in the form of comfort once more, more so for you.

It appeared the seemingly the two youngest of the group had both simultaneously come down with a terrible case of the sniffles. You and Ori were in a constant state of shivering and although your body temperatures were skyrocketed, you both felt incredibly cold.

Of course, a nymph, even one that possesses healing abilities, are not immune to illness. It usually occurs within the younger portion of your people so; it was only a matter of time that you would succumb to days of ill health.

The illness you had contracted effected your healing greatly, rendering you useless to those around you, even Ori who seemed to have needed your powers most at that current time.

Dori took it upon himself to watch over his younger brother, which wasn’t unusual. He would make sure that Ori drank whatever herbal tea he and Oin had decided would work best, coddle him in an extra blanket that he had just so happened to have on hand. Hell, he made sure that he slept near enough double the usual amount.

Of course, you were being looked after too, almost twice the amount as they were with Ori. You may have not bonded with many at this point, they still cared for you. Not only were you a girl, but you were also a child.

It was the fourth day of being camped up due to how unwell you and Ori were, and Oin was running low on herbs with healing properties. You had heard the hushed whispers of it, claiming they didn’t have enough for both you and the young dwarf, then them ultimately deciding that you should have it over Ori.

Dori and Oin had gone to tell Ori of their decision, even if Dori hadn’t wanted to agree with it so easily. Although crestfallen, Oris’ face held understanding. You watched silently, feeling guilty, as Dori and Oin sighed, standing to collect the last of whatever concoction they could create to help heal you both.

Oin had slowly come towards you and handed over the small mug-like cup to you. He sternly instructed you that you must drink it all before hobbling away to join some of the others in conversation.

You looked down into the cup, staring into the deep red liquid with whisps of steam coming from it before glancing at Ori to the side of you. He sniffled loudly as he kept his focus forward and you could see that his eyelids were becoming heavier by the moment.

Looking back down towards the liquified berries and such, you contemplated only for a moment before weakly standing. Your legs wobbled as your knees buckled slightly and feeling of light-headedness flashed quickly through you. Slowly ambling towards the young dwarf, you felt eyes on you as you crossed the short distance.

You lowered yourself to sit beside Ori carefully and his eyes shot open when he had felt you sit beside him. You held the cup out before his face, causing him to become cross-eyed for a moment before his hazy brain began to function again and take in what’s in front of him.

He turned his gaze towards you and seen the kind smile that were across your lips. He slowly clasped his hands around the cup, careful to not spill any due to his arms feeling heavy and weak. You pulled your own hands away once you felt Ori had a good enough grasp of the cup and opted to explain what exactly you were doing.

“Here. Drink.” Your voice was slightly lower in pitch due to its slight croakiness from the sore throat that occurred. He shook his head, only the beginning of his protests but before he could utter a sound, you spoke once more. “It’s okay. I’m beginning to feel better. I do not need it as much as you.”

All in all, you weren’t entirely telling him falsities. You had begun to feel better earlier that day. Obviously, you were nowhere near being in tip-top shape, but your fever had begun to slightly calm down, you didn’t need Oin to check, you could feel it yourself.

“Thank you,” he roughly squeaked out, his gaze down casted as his cheeks heated up further. He was appreciative of your kindness and care towards him, yet embarrassed that and young child had looked after him the way a mother would look after her offspring.

You simply smiled in response before twisting your body to rest against the tree trunk he leaned against himself. Once comfortable, you nestled into yourself and blanket beside Ori, slowly drinking the last of the herbal tea available.

Your own eyes grew heavy and soon, slid closed, gentle puffs of breath passing your lips.

A couple hours passed When you shifted slightly in your sleep, peering a tired, sleepy eye open. Then, you noticed that there was a cool cloth atop your forehead as you were wrapped within a second blanket.

Searching your surroundings, you noticed Dori sat nearby, watching over you and a sleeping Ori and suddenly, it clicked. It was his way of showing his gratitude to you for helping Ori. You caught Doris’ gaze and he quietly shuffled over towards you, quickly checking the cloth on your head before tucking the blankets tighter around you, making sure you were snug and warm.

Dori smiled down towards your drowsy yet confused expression before quietly whispering to you. “Thank you, for what you did for Ori, lass. Thank you for looking after my brother.” He patted down your slightly sweaty hair comfortingly before standing and going back to his original position once more.

Your eyes began to droop once more and before you knew it, you once again fallen asleep, this time, a small smile present and a warm, comforting feeling inside your chest.

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Bofur

This specific dwarf had taken notice of your saddened whimpers and broken whispers during your sleep one night.

It had been rare for you to have nightmares of your lack of home or your parents’ demise. When they had resurfaced and plagued your dreams, you dearly missed the comfort of your childhood doll your mother had made. You would tightly grasp it against your chest whenever you were ill or afraid.

But it had been lost, along with your home many moons before your adventure with this strange mix of company had begun their quest.

Bofur had been on first watch that night, smoking his pipe as he watched the surrounding woods. Everyone had been fast asleep, even Thorin, which was a rare sight to behold. As he calmly and quietly surveyed the tree line, a soft whimper was heard, then another, then a quiet “No, please. Stop,” as you slightly shifted within your bedroll.

Bofur watched you with knitted eyebrows and a curious gaze, uncertain whether he should wake you and ensure you were alright. After hearing another whimper release from your small form, he nodded his head in resolute before standing from his perch atop a large rock and moved as silently as he could from his post to where you lay.

He softly shook your shoulder as he gently called your name numerous times, finally stopping when you began to stir, although keeping his hand comfortingly placed upon your shoulder.

“Are you alright, lass?” His voice laced with concern.

You had remained silent until a tiny sniffle sounded from you. You lowered your gaze to the floor as you shook your head timidly. Bofur softened.

The dwarf with the funny hat lowered himself to sit beside you, knees bent, and arms rested on top of them. “Nightmares?” he inquired. You had nodded to his question, still opting to stay silent and he nodded in return with understanding.

In that moment, although he and his fellow companions had been plagued by horrid images during sleep, he reminded himself that you were, in fact, still a child. A small, frightened child who had been brought along on a terrifying journey with no family and no true comfort.

Bofur had quickly decided that, as the toy maker that he is, to create something for you to aid you with resting more peacefully and something to comfort you, to give your strength during times when you are scared.

And so, throughout the next few weeks, Bofur had set about creating a small doll for yourself. He had used torn material from his own jacket, a small cut strap of leather from on of the ponies’ saddles, five buttons from five separate members and a long string of material unravelled from Bomburs’ left trouser leg, leaving him with one calve more exposed than the other.

All there was left to do for the doll to be completed was for it to be stuffed with a soft, sustainable filling and to be sewn with his brothers’ trouser yarn.

Bofur was struggling to find something to stuff the doll with, leaving it a mess of fabric and materials. But it appeared that luck was on their side.

Beorn had agreed to allow the company a longer stay before helping them traverse through the large, open area and reach the boarder of the black forest of Mirkwood. Beorn being the kind, sweet skin changer that his is, in your eyes, he had given you his room and had opted to sleep elsewhere when not patrolling the area to protect yourself and the others from the orcs.

That meant a comfortable mattress below you, warm covers over you to keep you nice and snuggly, and two soft pillows to rest your head atop.

Bofur had noticed that the large male had indeed a small stock of those things, including the cushioned pillows. Bofur knew that whatever was inside those pillows would be the perfect stuffing for his doll for you, but it was all down to getting Beorn to agree and allow him to take some of the stuffing which may pose as a challenge, considering the skin changer had voiced his hate towards the dwarven race, even if he is aiding their cause and showing hospitality.

The dwarf with the funny hat had a theory though. Clearly Beorn has a soft spot for the young one travelling with them. Mahal, maybe you’re truly the only reason he is being so helpful. So, Bofur had decided that if he were to approach the towering Beorn, he would simply explain that it was entirely for your benefit.

Bofur had spent hours working up the nerve to even approach the man who changes into a beast, and now he heads towards him on slightly shaky legs, slowly wobbling his way towards him. As he reaches his large frame, Bofur stands off to his side awkwardly and clears his throat, gaining the skin changers’ attention.

“What is it, dwarf?” he speaks in his usual gruff voice, only making Bofur more nervous.

“W-w-well, y-you see, I was w-wondering if I could possibly use one of your p-pillows,” Bofur stutters out, wringing his hands nervously, eyes flittering everywhere. As he notices Beorn open his mouth to reply, most likely to reject his request, he quickly adds on. “I-it’s for Y/N. The child.”

Beorn recloses his mouth and quirks his eyebrow up for him to continue, which Bofur quickly does.

“I was hoping to use the soft inside of it for a dolls stuffing. I-I thought it would lift her spirits during our journey,” Bofur explained.

Beorn mulled over the dwarfs’ words for a few moments, silence engulfing them both, Bofur growing nervous by the lack of response. Just as Bofur was about to lose his mind, Beorn gave a curt nod to signify that he could indeed destroy one of his pillows.

Bofur flashed him a miniscule yet grateful smile before scurrying off and getting his hands on one of them.

As they all slept, Bofur decided that he would volunteer to take watch, even within the safety of Beorns’ home the dwarves were still quite wary and cautious. As he stayed awake into the early hours, he painstakingly sewed together the doll, leaving enough of a gap to push the stuffing inside the handcrafted body.

By morning, a shredded pillowcase with near to none no traces of stuffing lay haphazardly beside Bofur, and a small doll was gently hidden away within his pack as soft snores left his body, his hat fallen over his eyes, head lolled back which was surely to leave a kink in his neck.

An hour after breakfast and you all began to prepare to leave, Beorn being gracious enough to lend you his ponies along with a horse for Gandalf.

Bofur spotted you off to the side, ensuring everything you deemed of value, whether personal or not, was accounted for, with your small eyebrows furrowed and tongue peeking past your lips in concentration.

The dwarf smiled and pulled the doll out from his own pack and discreetly hid it with his body from the sight of the others. He shuffled over nervously, now afraid that you wouldn’t like his gift. Bofur adjusted his hat and cleared his throat softly before standing in front of you, your eyes still trained on your items before you.

“Y/N,” he called gently. He grasped your attention, and you turned your gaze up towards him, waiting patiently for him to continue, which he did so.

He kneeled down closer to your height before speaking in a gentler tone when addressing you. “How are you this morning? Did you sleep well, young lass?” You smiled and nodded, and he pressed on. “That’s good. I-I couldn’t help but notice that- do you happen to have bad dreams?”

You frowned but once again nodded, finding no use in lying to the kind dwarf.

He sent you a comforting smile before speaking once more. “It’s okay lass, I have bad dreams too. Mahal, I think Dwalin might have one on occasions.” At this, you both pointedly look towards the bald, tattooed dwarf and silently chuckle together when you see the towering dwarf struggle to scratch an itch between his shoulder blades.

Bofur turned to face you once more before slowly revealing the doll that he had kept hidden from your sight. “I thought maybe, you could use some company during the night when you have those bad dreams. Many believe the toys of children are their protectors from dark and evil things, and they bring great comfort to those who are scared.”

Your eyes widened at the sight of the doll within his large hand, and you smiled. You face shone with utter happiness and child-like wonderment at the messily sewn thing. To others, it seemed a mess of fabric that appeared haphazardly sewn together. To you though, it was now one of the most precious things you own.

Taking the doll with a gentle hold from his outstretched hand, you brought it closer to your face to closer inspect it. At first touch, you could feel the soft stuffing within, and the different fabrics used to create the very thing.

Your eyes welled up with tears and you turned your gaze back towards Bofur, who began to look very worried and very panicked.

“Oh dear, you don’t like it. I-I can change it or m-make a new one if you’d li-“ You quickly cut off his incessant rambling when you ramped your tiny arms around his neck tightly.

“Thank you,” you sniffled and buried your face into his shoulder. Cautiously, he wrapped his arms around you in a caring embrace, one a father would have for his child. He sighed, now content knowing you indeed like the doll he had spent making just to bring you some peace during their travels.

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Fíli & Kíli

The young princes brought now only the weapons to such a quest, but a liveliness and an entertaining feel.

Long travels during the day can cause a dampen on the moods of the companies’ members, including yourself. Although, it quickly became clear that Fíli and Kíli could often change the atmosphere surrounding each dwarf, hobbit, wizard, and young nymph.

Sitting around a roaring fire after finally settling down for the night were a group of glum fellows, grumpy from the exhausting amount of walking they had just partaken in. Unsurprisingly, you had been perched quietly atop your bedroll for the night, staring into the dancing yellows and ambers of the fire. You felt peaceful, even with your slight sour mood.

That was until two young princes joined you at either side.

The elder prince sat to on your right while Kíli took to sitting on your left, your body slightly smushed between the two.

“Why are you looking so blue, mouse?” Kíli asked. Both of Thorins’ nephews had taken to calling you the name of the small woodland creature, for your size and how your voice seemed to sound like tiny squeaks, according to them.

Your gaze alternated between the two, head tilted backwards to peers at their faces. Your expression was a mixture of confusion and curiosity alike, eyebrows slightly furrowed, prompting them to elaborate, which they did so without further coercion.

“You look a little down, like you need cheering up,” Fíli spoke.

“Yeah, maybe needing a distraction from your,” Kíli tailed off as he tapped your forehead lightly with his index finger. “Thoughts,” he finished.

Simply shrugging in response, you cast your eyes back towards the fire. The brothers shared a look before the corners of their mouths quirked up with mischief in unison.

You heard shuffling either side of you and a cool breeze brush along your arms, meaning the two dwarven princes had moved away from your sitting form, but you had barely paid much mind to their departure. Only when you felt a moist, goop-y substance hit your back with a resounding ‘slap’ did you finally decide to pay them any sort of attention.

Turning to look behind you, you notice the two grinning widely, almost struggling to keep in laughter. Your eyes trailed down to their hands which were covered in mud, which seemed to be what had hit your back.

The camp had fallen silent the moment they heard the wet sounding contact of the mud to your body, now all quietly watching in anticipation of what will unfold. With your head turned towards Fíli and Kíli, the others failed to notice the small quirk in your lip, displaying your own devilish smirk.

Standing slowly, you collect as much of the offending mud from your back before quickly launching it in the direction of the two and scattering quickly, speedily searching for more mud to weaponize.

The dwarven princes had chuckled and collected more mud before chasing after your frantically searching form. From then onward ensued a war of mud between the brothers and yourself. You had even somehow roped poor young Ori into the ordeal as well.

The remaining members of the company spectated in amusement, some chuckling, some encouraging the antics, some even giving helpful tactics to yourself and Ori to beat the nephews of Thorin. Even Thorin himself had cracked the smallest of smiles, enjoying seeing his sisters’ sons have a moment of fun and being so carefree.

Three quarters of an hour later, you all had become tired, heaving deep breaths and faces flushed from all the physical activity at such a late hour. Another fifteen minutes passed, and majority of the company had found themselves within their bedrolls.

Fíli, Kíli, Ori, and yourself were fast asleep, more dirt coating your than it had from the day of long, perilous walking. Your small cheek was smeared with mud, but a small smile was seemingly etched on to your face permanently.

The princes had not only raised your own spirits, but that of all the company. Even Dwalin who had been on watch first that night had seemed less stoic than his usual self.

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Bombur & Bifur

Unsurprisingly, you had bonded with the larger of the dwarfs, Bombur, over food. More specifically, his cooking. A wonderful shock though, would be that of bonding over that exact same topic with the Khuzdul-only speaking cousin of the forementioned, Bifur.

Once again, it was during a time of the company settling down and setting up camp for the night after a long day of trekking and a constant need of awareness of your surroundings. Many were surrounding the fire that had just recently been started, ready to give warmth to the company and heat up food to prepare it for consumption.

Looking towards Bombur, you had noticed his lack of assistance that night, most of the company wanting to just relax this time round, all most likely feeling the effects of the journey they happened to be partaking in.

With a tilt of your small head atop your shoulders, you took a small moment of contemplation to decide whether to offer your help to the dwarf. You easily concluded that you would.

Hopping off of the log you had been perched atop of you lightly treaded over towards Bombur, who had just sat down, ready to prep the vegetables whilst waiting for Bifur to return from his quick evening hunt with meat.

Without a word, you sat beside him whilst grasping a hold of a small knife that was suitable for peeling and chopping vegetables. He looked over towards you with eyes slightly widened, panicked. Bombur certainly didn’t want you to harm yourself with the small, sharp object.

You looked up towards him, ignoring his manic, worried state and nodded your head over towards the carrots that laid along the opposite side of him. With uncertainty coursing through him, he grasps a carrot tightly and held it out towards you.

Bombur had held on to it so tightly that it was quite obvious dwarf was reluctant to hand it over. You had pried it out of his hand whilst trying to supress your smile, not only finding Bomburs’ worrisome amusing, but endearing.

Slowly and with a steady, small hand, you began to gently peel the carrot thinly, ensuring you didn’t remove what was unnecessary. Spotting him continue to watch you like a hawk out the corner of your eye, you faced him as you paused the movements of your hands and nodded down towards his own knife and carrot that are held limply within his own digits. He cleared his throat before turning his attention back to the task at hand, beginning to peel his own.

The two of you sat idly beside each other, peeling, and chopping carrots, turnips, swede, parsnips, potatoes, and onions, adding them to the boiling pot of water that rested atop the fire, ready for meat to be added to create a beautiful stew.

As the final pieces of vegetable was added to the pot simmering over the fire, Bifur emerge passed the tree line, two wild rabbits hand limp from his hand, ready for skinning and such.

Reaching the centre of camp right before the fire, he situated himself on Bomburs’ right, haphazardly throwing down the rabbits in front of his crossed legs. Giving his cousin and yourself a nod of acknowledgement, he begins the process of quickly preparing the rabbit, readying its meat for cooking.

Bifur had made quick work of the first rabbit, now on to the second, expertly removing its pelt. As he dissected the rabbit and separated what was deemed edible from the unconsumable, he had glanced up towards the members using this time to relax. This had caused him to become distracted and as his eyes were focused elsewhere, he nicked himself, blade cutting into his finger, the cut itself not very deep but roughly 10cm in length.

The muttered curses in Khuzdul that fell from his mouth had made both yours and Bomburs’ heads sharply turn towards him. Upon seeing his hand or more so the blood that now drenched it, your eyes widened.

Without a second passing by, you shot up and rounded the dwarf in between you and Bifur to kneel down before him and grasp his injured hand between your own smaller ones. Bifur looked towards you in confusion, much like Bombur beside him, all while you sent a reassuring yet coy smile their way.

Closing your eyes, you enclosed your hand around the small accidentally self-inflicted wound, focusing your energy on the task at hand. A few moments passed by in silence, the cousins watching you intently, trying to decipher what on Middle-Earth you were doing. All had been soon revealed when you removed your hands slowly, revealing Bifurs’ unscathed hand, no incision made by mistake in sight.

The two gawked at Bifurs’ hand as he began to rotate it, inspect it, mouths hanging wide open. Bifur recomposed himself before making eye contact with you and giving a nod in thanks. You simply smiled before moving back towards your previous position beside Bombur whom still seemed quite surprised as turned his attention back to stirring what was within the pot to the best of his abilities. Eventually, Bifur joined in with completing his own task with food prep.

Within 3 hours, the stew was ready to be served. Being as you were the self-appointed assistant to the chef; you had instinctively begun to help with the giving the others their portions. As everyone finally sat down and situated themselves with their food, you carefully made your way over to sit between Bifur and Bombur as they had allowed space between the two, sizeable enough for you to squeeze into.

The two hadn’t seemed bothered by your presence for the second time that night so you all had eaten in silence, enjoying each other’s company and the rare peaceful atmosphere that surrounded you all some nights.

Once everyone had their fill of Bomburs’ meal, each member had given thanks to the dwarf, including yourself. But you had also given thanks to Bifur, the one who provided the meat for the delicious food given.

Bombur had sent a kind smile in response, the skin at the corner of his eyes wrinkling in delight while Bifur on the other hand, had elected to awkwardly pat the top of your head, your hair becoming slightly askew due to the contact with his large hand.

From then on, you had assisted Bombur with cooking on many occasions, silently preparing whatever may be needed for the nights’ meal.

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Nori

Whenever passing through towns and villages along your journey, there was always an opportunity for Noris’ sticky fingers to act up. Whether it be a coin purse, or an item of jewellery. Maybe he even somehow manages to snag a whole silverware set from some poor resident. This particular dwarf sure was sly at times.

His knack for stealing had certainly gotten the company in some peculiar situations that can be viewed as, let’s say, bad.

The first time you had noticed the dwarf slip an unsuspecting humans’ possession into his pocket, you had furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, utterly confused at why he would do so. You had waited until later that day to ask him of what exactly he was doing and why on Middle-Earth he did so.

He explained as if it was the most simple and obvious of things, and even if you hadn’t really understood with how the dwarf had worded his explanation, you knew it was something not many tend to partake in.

You watched Nori do this multiple times when in passing of others, usually ending up with him if the company breaks off into smaller groups to explore wherever they may have found themselves that day. Being so young, you tended to be impressionable like most at a young age, so it was bound that you had picked up the basics of pocketing others’ valuables.

Of course, you had never done so, but you could easily spot when Nori or another does, easily spying the cautious yet quick movements of one’s hand as it reaches into a stranger’s pocket to retrieve something and place it within their own.

Surprisingly, in recent town and village visits, guards had rarely caught the kleptomaniac dwarf in the act. It had happened roughly 3 times in recent weeks. Usually, he could sweet talk his way out of punishment with some made up alibi or an excuse on the spot, or he’d spend the night within a holding cell until the morning.

But this time, you had saved his short behind using the tricks you had picked up from the star-shaped haired Nori.

You were a few steps away from where Nori had attempted to slip a precious sapphire necklace into his pocket undetected. At first, it appeared he had succeeded until the very last moment where guards had caught sight of the jewel before being entirely concealed by the material of his pocket.

The moment Nori had locked eyes with the two guards, he quickly turned on his heel and began to walk the opposite way, coming closer and closer towards you, all whilst trying to act as inconspicuous and natural as the dwarf could manage during his internal panicked state.

The guards had quickly caught up to the dwarf, catching his shoulder and spinning him around to face them. You watched the scene unfold, Nori turning around with tense shoulders and a sheepish smile.

“Hello. I hope you don’t mind but we’d like to ask you a couple of questions,” one guard spoke but his tone was rather intimidating and most unwelcoming. You cringed as you notice Nori about to possibly indulge them with ridiculous conversation that none would consider sane and quite incriminating if the wrong thing is to be spoken.

“I don’t see why not,” Nori asked with a levelled, neutral tone, even as his eyes shifted constantly, showing his nervousness.

Quickly conjuring up a plan to help your fellow adventurer, you set into motion and began to walk towards them, acting nonchalant, as if you weren’t truly paying much attention to the interaction happing before you.

“We’re amusing you’re passing through. Correct?” the guard asked.

“Aye,” Nori simply responded hoping blunt, curt answers will help him quickly get through this altercation.

“Are we also correct in saying you are passing through with those other dwarves that happen to be wandering around these parts?” This time, Nori nodded his head, folding his arms and puffing out his chest as he looks up towards the guards that belong to the race of men, trying desperately to exude confidence.

Mere steps away from the two men, you quickly remember which pocket the dwarf had slipped the beautiful, and most undoubtedly expensive, accessory into to and quickened your steps whilst looking to the right slightly, seemingly acting as if you’re not watching where you’re walking.

Just as the guards were opening their mouths to speak once more, you harshly knocked your own body against Noris’ right side. Turning your whole figure towards him, you concealed the movement of your hand reaching into his pocket and pulling the necklace out from the guards.

You quickly utter an apology up towards Nori, adding a formal ‘Sir’ to the sentence to allude that there was no connection between you and the dwarf. Nori had raised his eyebrow in question but as the timing was inconvenient, he hadn’t uttered a word.

You quickly pocketed the jewellery before facing forward once more, passing by the guards who still had their inquisitive eyes trained down at Nori. Just ahead of you was a small alleyway of some sorts which you had hastily ducked into, peering around the corner to watch the rest of the interaction you ‘accidentally’ disrupted moments ago.

“Would you mind partaking in a quick search,” the guard had, not asked but demanded. You could easily tell by his tone, simply in no mood to continue to act clueless to what Nori has done.

The guard quickly grabbed a hold of Nori whilst the one who spoke began to pat down the entirety of the dwarfs’ being and dig through every pocket and crevice as Nori shouted curses and wild accusations, acting as if he was innocent and that the guards were being discriminative towards him being what he was.

The guards’ eyebrows were furrowed deeply as he completed his search with nothing more than pocket lint to show for it. Nori however, had been thoroughly confused which unmistakeably shown on his face although, he was quick to school his features and bare a victoriously smug smirk as the guard gazed at his face.

“I told ye wouldn’t find anything,” he boasted. “Must’ve been mistaken.”

The guard that had been holding him harshly shoved him forward as he let his grip loosen to remove his hands. The other had bent his knees to become level with the dwarf and seethed menacingly at his face. “I’m watching you, dwarf.”

With that, the two guards took off, stomping ungracefully back the way they came. Nori fixed his clothes before looking around for you, just to simply be met with the sight of strangers. He patted his pocket, unsure why they couldn’t find it, until not feeling the item within it himself.

His face contorted in utter confusion. How could he misplace such a thing, on his own person?

The rest of the day had passed by with Nori questioning himself on where he could had ever hidden that necklace. He had even gone so far as to find a secluded area to strip himself of all his clothes to search every bit of material and himself. He had been completely stumped about it and had even forgotten how you had bumped into him during his altercation with the guards.

Nori had joined back up with the rest of the company, something you had done minutes after watching Nori be questioned and searched by the guards. He sat beside Balin; shoulders slumped in defeat yet that quizzical expression still etched on to his face.

“What’s wrong with you, lad?” Balin inquired seeing Noris’ state.

A moment of silence passed them by before Nori shrugged his shoulders. “Nothin’.” Balin wanted to question Nori further but thought better to leave him be for a while, not wanting to sour his mood further.

The company sat and ate, shared stories of what they had done that day and jokes that could possibly be deemed as inappropriate for someone your age to hear. Soon, each member headed up to the large room they had paid to stay in within the inn, except for Nori, who was still seated with crescent fallen face.

You peeked past the handrail near the bottom step of the stairs with a puzzled expression. Why did Nori seem in such a bad mood? He had been let go by the guards, did he not?

Heading over towards him, you sat beside him on the bench that was adjacent to a long, wooden table. He turned his head towards you as he heard shuffling beside him and, upon recognition, he tried to send you a small smile that hadn’t quite reached his eyes.

“Hello, lass. What’re you doing up?” he spoke solemnly.

You shrugged and sent him a small smile of your own. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. You seem sad.”

He half-heartedly chucked, shaking his head. “Aye, I’m alright lass. Just a bit of trouble earlier today?”

“Do you mean with those guards?” you innocently asked, looking up towards him with tired eyes, sleep calling out to you.

He cleared his throat, feeling a pinch of embarrassment at now knowing someone from within the company had seen. “Aye lass.”

“I won’t tell anyone.” That small sentence and coy smile easily reminds him of how children can act sometimes. He chuckles, this time less forced and ruffles your hair. “Goodnight,” you sweetly spoke.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hopped off of the bench and began to walk back towards the stairs, not before slipping the necklace out and on to the bench where you had just been occupying. Climbing the stairs animatedly, you were welcoming sleep more and more with each step closer towards your bed for the night.

It had taken Nori a few moments, but a glint caught the corner of his eye and turned to look towards his side once more. His eyes widened quite comically at seeing the exact necklace he had been racking his brain about all day.

He picked it up and brought it closer towards his face to inspect it, looking at it bewildered as if the thing was magical itself. As he peered at it, his thoughts had raced back to when the guards had stopped him, replaying the whole thing out slowly within his mind.

Then, it clicked.

You harshly bumping into him, then acting as if you hadn’t known who on Middle-Earth he was. You saved his skin.

Nori laughed louder than he expected as he proceeded to toss the necklace into the air and catch it again within his large hand before slipping it into his pocket just like he had done earlier that day. He patted his hand over the pocket holding the accessory before finishing his drink and deciding to join the others in the idea of resting, a large grin on his face the entire time.

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Oin

Healing others were what you and Oin had in common. The old dwarf had witnessed patch up Bifur with nothing but your mind, hands and will.

He became inquisitive when it had come to you and your abilities, asking question after question. You hadn’t minded the dwarf’s curiosity and inquiring; you had actually found comfort in sharing tales of how he and you both complete the same task but with different methods.

Oin had asked about the history between your people and healing, if others could perform it like yourself. You had explained that, while rare, there were others within your race that could be gifted with such things.

Inquiring about such topic had also led him to ask if such thing was teachable or if it was purely something to be born with. While explaining that it certainly wasn’t teachable to your knowledge, you did explain that that there were some herbs had healing properties that others do not know of, such as Athelas or more commonly known as Kingsfoil.

Little did you know, sharing that information would come in handy at a later point within your journey to the Lonely Mountain with a certain young prince.

Each time a member had injured themselves, you had relieved some of the pressure off of Oin by healing them yourself. Usually, you had dealt with minor things such as small openings and tares within the skin. Maybe a scratch one or twice. Something that hadn’t called for immediate medical attention but something you felt you could help with either way.

One occasion though had led you to use your abilities exceedingly, nearly damaging your body in the process, it being extremely draining and very taxing on your child self.

The company had a run in with an orc pack, larger than usual yet nowhere near the size of an army. Each member of the company was littered with wounds deeper than the usual, but one you all had feared was more life threatening than the rest.

Gloin laid there, unmoving, his chest raising and falling with irregular, weak breaths. Oin felt his heart drop and his stomach knot it an uncomfortable pain. His eyes trained on his sons’ body, near limp and lifeless, as he quickly rushed over and fell to his knees beside him. With shaking hands, he was quick to cover the wound, applying pressure even though his arms felt weak.

You felt sorry for the inconsolable old dwarf, having to see a loved one in such a state. Everyone was panicking, pacing, fidgeting, willing their tears back as they watched. Without a moment to spare, you surged forward, quickly joining Oin on your knees, adjacent to his own body, Gloin in between you both.

You cautiously brought your hands to rest over Oins’ own and gently removed them from atop his sons wound. Retracting your hands from his, you brought yours over to lay across the large, blood-oozing gash on Gloins’ torso.

Closing your eyes, you focused everything on the wound before you. your mind was whirling a mile a minute and your heart was aching for if you did not do this right, the old dwarf may still lose his son in the end.

The company watched on with baited breaths, the wait antagonising and hope quickly diminishing each second that passed.

You felt how the wound was slowly closing up, reforming back to its original state of unscathed skin, but your mind grew tired and your whole body felt weak. Your head throbbed as you willed yourself to continue pushing, to save the dwarfs’ life.

Soon, you felt you had completed your task, sensing the wound was now gone. Before you could open your eyes, your mind slipped into a state of unconsciousness and your body which had been slightly slumped over but still upright from your kneeling position, had finally keeled, and fell to the side, your body landing on the ground with a harsh thump.

Oin had tears sting his eyes and the second Gloin had released a disorientated groan and his chest began to rise and fall more evenly, he breathed out shakily in relief. He smiled down at his son but seconds later, concern presented itself once more as his gaze flitted over towards your unconscious body, soft breath slipping passed your parted lips.

Now it was his turn to repay you with the best care he could offer.

Hours later, you shifted slightly, waking up from your state of deep sleep. A loud thumping was ever present in your head, as if it were repeatedly being stamped and trampled on by giants. Very slowly, your eyes fought against the light of the fire, usually a soft glow now a harsh glare. You let out a quiet whimper once you had been able to keep your eyes opening for longer than a quick recoil, even if it was achieved due to hazily squinting.

Your head lolled to the side in a drunken-like state. Your eyes met the form of Oin preoccupied with something off to the side of you, his eyes and hands focused on that rather than you. But he certainly could tell you were now awake.

“What you did was incredibly reckless and dangerous, you could have harmed yourself immensely, or worse.” His tone was lightly scolding you, and for once, you were close to tears due to something other than nightmares or pain for the first time in what had felt like forever. You hadn’t wanted to disappoint the dwarf and now you felt incredibly upset and ashamed.

Your eyes watered, that is until you spotted the kind smile upon Oins’ lips. “You had placed yourself in harms way for my son. Thank you. I owe you more than my life, child.”

He shifted his body to face you, abandoning his previous task. He brought his hand up slowly and gently soothed down your hair before placing the back of his hand against your forehead to check for a high temperature. Pleased that you seem to be regulating back to normal, the old dwarf smiled before gently patting your arm.

“Get some rest child, we move early and quickly when dawn breaks.” Simply nodding, you give him a small, sleepy smile and allow your eyes to flutter close as your head turns to lay against the simple pillow.

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Gloin & Balin

Balin had quickly taken to you, placing you under his wing protectively. The dwarf had grown fond of you quickly and the two of you had speedily made a connection of that like family. Gloin on the other hand, seemed like he avoided you like the plague, even more so after healing him after the large ambush of orcs a couple weeks back.

You were completely stumped at what you could’ve done to annoy the dwarf so much from the moment of meeting each other. Gods, even Thorin and Dwalin had been able to spare glances at you and acknowledge your existence, even if they weren’t big fans of your presence.

Balin had easily took notice of how it seems to affect you mentally, emotionally, and now, physically.

One afternoon after Thorin had loudly declared that you would all settle down for the night in the small clearing that was to your right, Balin had asked Gloin to the side, wanting to have a conversation about his hang ups against a small child.

Once Balin had felt the two were secluded enough from the others, he sat atop a large rock that was conveniently placed near them. He patted the surface of the rock beside him, inviting the younger dwarf to join him. Gloin had join him after a moment of thought, and the two sat in silence side by side.

That is, until Balin decided to break said silence.

“If you don’t mind me asking lad, why do you have such reservations against the child?” Although he had asked in a kind tone, the question itself was very forward, blunt and prying.

Gloin released what was a mixture between a sigh and a groan, waiting for someone, no less Balin, to question his behaviour towards you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Balin,” came Gloins’ gruff answer.

Balin scoffed, seeing right through his lies. “Do not take me for a fool Gloin.”

Gloin sighed once more, it sounding more sullen than the previous. He rolled his shoulders before slumping them slightly, head lowered. “I just, I miss my boy, I miss Gimli. Every time I glance at her, it reminds me I cannot be with him. To be with my family.”

Balin smiled knowing that he had gotten what he sought out, the truth. He placed a comforting hand atop of Gloins’ shoulder in sympathy, the kind smile on the older dwarfs face never faltering.

“As much as I do sympathise with you lad, maybe consider the fact that, that child you have blatantly ignored and have avoided does not have a family,” Balin tried reasoning. He had been told by Gandalf how your family and many of your people had demised, leaving you with no one and no home.

“Is the lass really alone?” Gloin questioned as he peered to the side at Balins’ face. He nodded sullenly, causing Gloin to sigh and shake his head, disappointed within himself. His distaste for you was rooted by his feelings about his family, a family that you no longer had, a family you were probably trying to create with the members of the company.

He had hurt a child simply because he was feeling homesick.

“I’ll make this right, Balin. I swear to Mahal I will.”

Balin sent him a curt nod and small smile. “I know you will, lad.” With that, Balin patted his shoulder and stood, allowing Gloin to have a moment by himself as he headed over towards where the others had surrounded themselves around the fire.

Gloin sat in silence by himself, looking out into the vast woodland area before him, thinking over his actions, mind trying to piece together some way you could forgive him for the upset and hurt he had caused you. Even the most closed off of the group had at least been able to accept you into the company, making you feel as welcome as they could whilst staying within their comfort zone.

He shook his head and heaved a long sigh before standing and making his way back towards the group himself. Passing the treeline, each member had gazed over towards him, the noise he made catching their attention.

Most simply went back to what they had been doing previously, except for Oin, Balin, and yourself. Oin had caught the shift within his mood and simply wanted to observe how his son was feeling. He probably still had that sense of worry flow through him ever since he had been close to death. Balin simply watched for the reason of wanting to see what he planned on doing, whether he would try to make amends of sorts with you tonight or at a later time. You, you had continued to observe him to check if he was alright, in all meanings of the term.

He appeared uninjured but you could sense that there was a swirl of thoughts rushing through his head. You frowned but made no effort to ask of his wellbeing, sure that he would just ignore you like every other instance you had tried to communicate with him.

Gloin had turned his eyes towards you, surprising you exceedingly. The dwarf had barely acknowledged your existence before and now he was outright, blatantly looking towards you. Your eyes widen and your head quickly snapped forward towards your pack, riffling through it to retrieve your blanket, just as originally planned.

The dwarf huffed a small chuckle and had to fight the twitching of his lips that threatened to show his smile. Granted, it felt painful to look at you and to be reminded of his son who he’s separated from, but your behaviour was also amusing and reminded him of Gimli in the best of ways.

As a young dwarfling, Gimli had been very timid and shy, acting bashful during occasions. You and Gimli look quite similar in age too, apart from the tuft of red hair on Gimlis’ chin. Maybe being reminded of his son wasn’t such a bad thing. It’ll help him remember exactly who he is fighting for the reclamation of Erebor for. His son. His wife. His family.

Forcing your gaze to keep towards in front of you, you quickly found your blanket before going back towards your spot near the fire during the cold night. Encasing your body with the material, you clung tightly to the item and hoped desperately for the heat to reach you and warm you up.

No such luck.

Your whole body shook like a leaf as you shivered, the cool air sending a constantly chill down your spine and causing goosebumps to litter the skin on your arms. The other members had seemed fairly unbothered by the dropping temperatures of the night, except Bilbo, although he was fairing much better than yourself. The dwarfs had large fur coats covering their bodies, all that hair must help insulate their natural warmth, too. You had nothing but the clothes on your back and the thin blanket to help keep your warm.

Majority of the others were too preoccupied to notice your chilled suffering. Balin and Gloin being the exceptions. The older of the two dwarfs had wanted to help you warm up and become comfortable, but he elected to see whether the other dwarf would take this as an opportunity to start building a relationship between you both.

It seemed Balin was right in his decision of not moving to help. Gloin watched you shiver for a short while, mulling over what exactly he could do to help. If it were anyone else that faced this dilemma, he would come up with a solution rather speedily.

He knew, if his son were to be in your position, he wouldn’t hesitate a singular moment to remove the great, big, warm fur coat that encased a large proportion of his body and drape it over his son. It was as if a switch had been flicked on within his mind, his face clearly showing that he had solved the problem at hand!

Balin had to repress a chuckled at watching Gloins’ expression change from that of completely stumped to knowing exactly what he should do.

Walking over towards you slowly, he pulled the fur clothing off of his own back and held it within his hands. Gloin could tell you could sense someone nearing you as your head turned to the side ever so slightly to peer at whoever was coming closer to you from the corner of your eye.

Once noticing exactly whose frame walk closing in on you at snail’s pace, you snapped your head forward towards the fire and straightened your back as much as physically possible. Moments passed with bated breath, waiting for him to eventually pass you without any interaction but, that is not what had played out.

You felt a weight be draped across your shoulders and down on to your back, warmth already encasing you and easily beating out what little heat the blanket had provided. You looked down at the right side of your body and noticed a dark fur engulfing your small frame and you subconsciously snuggled further into it.

A large hand was brought down gently atop your head, ruffling your hair slightly as it patted your head with a tender touch.

Gloin continued onwards, completely passing your body and heading towards the free space beside his father where he sat down, coat now missing from his sizeable build. You looked towards him with wide eyes, utterly shocked by the interaction before turning your gaze towards Balin, who watched the entire thing before him right from his own spot near the fire.

The corner of his mouth was lifted upwards smugly, and he sent a wink your way. You smiled brightly at him before nestling yourself even further, than what could be assumed as humanly possible, into your cocoon of comforting heat.

It warmed you in more ways than one with how Gloin had shown that one act of care towards you, and you believed that maybe the dwarf didn’t exactly hate you like you had originally thought.

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Dwalin

The time you had truly made some form of strong connection with the heavily tattooed best friend of Thorin was also when you had saved his life, just by different means to what you had done with Gloin.

Everyone knows, even at first glance, that Dwalin is a fierce, gruff warrior. A force to be reckoned with. Which was probably why you had felt so intimidated when near him. If he wasn’t angrily cursing at whatever or burying his heavy war hammer into the skulls of their enemies, he usually tended to grunt, groan, and eat throughout the journey.

Once again, the company had been attacked by orcs and their wargs, leaving the dwarves, hobbit, wizard, and yourself to fight and escape those who continuously hunt your group down.

You all ran across a large, open field, feet pounding against the soft, green grass below you, taking down enemies that had gotten too close for comfort. It was when you had all bolted into the beginning of a densely wooded area did you all begin to find yourselves truly in a pickle.

The large number of trees and unseen dips and grooves within the ground had helped slow the movements of the grotesque orcs but hindering your own movements along the way. With you all spread out, it was easy to lose focus on where you’re stepping to defend yourself from blow after blow from opponents.

All you had was a simple dagger clutched tightly, only to be used if absolutely nessicary. Luckily, you’ve had no need to use it so far, but it appears your luck may finally fun out.

A harsh thump accompanied by the crackling and snapping of leaves and twigs on the ground caught your attention, whipping your head to look to the right of you. There, fumbling and shuffling about was Dwalin, desperately trying to grasp his large weapon that had been tossed a few meters from him whilst trying to push the larger orc away from him in the hopes of not being killed.

You froze, posture stiff, eyes wide, small hands trembling, breath caught in your throat. You watched for moments on end, the struggle between dwarf and orc, friend and foe. Only a particularly pained and frustrated groan from Dwalin had snapped you out of your shocked state.

Your whole body began to move in an instant, squaring your shoulders and allowing your small legs to carry you speedily across to where they tumble around. With as much force as you could put behind it in your small, child body, you shouldered the orc in a tackle, knocking it completely off of on top of Dwalin, sending your own bouncing back on to the floor with a dull thud.

With lightning quick reflexes, Dwalin grasped at the large weapon that was now within his reached and turned to quickly end the life of the foul thing that had been recuperating from your wildly unseen tackle, it releasing a pained scream as its last sound.

Fortunately, the others had seemed to fair better than the two with taking down the rest of the orcs as they soon began to gather as a group once more, all checking each other and glad to see that they were all well.

Before you and Dwalin had been able to walk over to join the others, Dwalin clasped his hand around your wrist to stop you from joining them. He looked towards the ground before sighing heavily and shaking his head. He turned his gaze towards you. “Thank you,” he grumbled.

You sent him one of your biggest smiles yet before crashing your body into his, hugging him around his waist tightly. “I’m glad you’re okay, Mister Dwalin,” you whispered.

Dwalin tensed before reluctantly wrapping one around you and patting your back quite awkwardly. After a few short moments shared with the other, you could tell the dwarf was becoming agitated with the contact.

“Alright, get off o’ me.” You childishly giggle before unwinding your arms from around him, smiling up at him once more before turning on your heel and making quick work to be reunited with the rest of the company.

Dwalin grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes before copying your movements, ready to regroup and continue on their way. What couldn’t be seen was the small twitch of his lips hidden behind his beard, a small smile constantly fighting its way on to his face each time he looked at you.

If Dwalin hadn’t felt protective towards you before, he had certainly felt to do so now.

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Thorin

Thorin was the final member of the group you had connected with. This occasion though had been more personal, sentimental, and more heartfelt than possibly any of the others, even if you could have created a bond with any of the other dwarves easily within this exact same subject.

Home.

The thing you, and majority of the others, lacked severely. Something you yearned to have.

It was nightfall when you had noticed the rightful dwarven king of Erebor was brooding in silence and allowed sullen thoughts to swirl around his head. He was sat further away than what could be deemed usual for Thorin, a distant look in his hazy orbs, watching images, memories, pass by before him.

His demeanour oozed that of being hypnotised but with a twist of despair.

He was a broken dwarf, there was no denying such.

Thorin was very paced with eating his food, eating the meal that Bombur prepared very sluggish, more so playing with it rather than actually ingesting it and gaining any of its nutritional value. If anyone were to look inside of the bowl that was now carelessly placed beside him, it would be sure that they would find most of the food untouched and cold.

You timidly went and collected the bowl beside the dwarven king, almost as if cautiously approaching a wild beast that could become agitated and enraged with a quick snap of someone’s fingers.

Quickly returning, you placed the bowls with the others, ready to be taken by whichever members of the company that had volunteered to wash them in a nearby stream.

You turned your gaze back towards Thorin, eyebrows furrowed in great concern. Of course, it wasn’t an unusual sight for the dwarf to be sat separately from the others, looking quite pensive and deep in thought. But tonight, tonight he seemed more saddened than you had ever seen him.

A quiet, internal debate forced your feet to move forward, taking your body over towards him. It seemed that once you had reached him for the second time that night, he hadn’t noticed your presence. Or he at least acted like he hadn’t.

Sitting down beside him slowly, you sat in silence beside him, mulling over exactly what you could say to begin conversation. You mouth opened and closed like a gaping fish, searching for the right words that constantly felt like they were at the tip of your tongue. Just as you think you had finally settled on what to say, Thorin had beaten you to the chase and spoke in his usual gruff, deep voice.

“What is it?”

You released a squeak in surprise, eyes widening and heat quickly rising to your face out of embarrassment. “I-I wanted to see if you were alright, king Thorin,” you replied in an octave higher than your usual tone.

He huffed as he side-eyed you before scoffing. “And why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem so…sad.” Your voice returned to normal but held a sullen undertone with a hint of concern.

Thorin turned his head to begin his onslaught of anger towards you but quickly reigned in his anger, remembering that you were but just a small child. A child that was concerned about him. With a quiet moment of thinking, he decided that maybe, there would be no harm in confiding his thoughts to you, even if speaking was certainly not his strongest forte.

“You’re right. I am quite upset tonight,” he conceded. “I am thinking of Erebor, of our home that had been so viciously taken away from us.” He spoke with such venom but such sadness that it had clenched at your heart, sympathising with the dwarven king.

“But we are going to reclaim it, right? We are going to get your home back.” You spoke with such resolve and confidence, such passion and determination that it had enticed a smile out of the brooding Thorin.

“Yes. Yes, we are, little one.”

A silence settled between you both, contented with each others’ presence. You sat side by side for minutes upon minutes with seemingly no end. But the silence had allowed your own thoughts and memories of home to invade your head, leading to quite an unsettling, upsetting realisation to dawn on to you.

You would still have no home to return to after this journey.

Once the dwarves claim back Erebor, you will still be just a small child, wandering from place to place.

“I’m glad you’re getting your home back, Thorin,” you meekly spoke although your voice wavered, revealing your dampened mood. The small sniffle you release also doesn’t go unnoticed by the dwarven king beside you, causing his head to turn to look down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yes, I’m glad too. Surely, you’re excited for this quest to be completed, you must miss being home and cannot wait to return.” Soft, broken sobs begin to emit themselves from your throat, tears cascading out of your eyes and dropping into your lap as you’ve lowered your head.

You know you can’t avoid speaking of the subject now so, this would be the first time you actually openly admit to someone other than Gandalf that you have no family, you have no home.

As you continue to cry, you begin to clarify to Thorin exactly why you are so upset. “M-my family…They-they died a full moon before your journey began. That’s when Gandalf f-found me,” you force yourself to speak through your erratic hiccups and never-ending tears. You look up at him with your wet eyes, the only thing behind them is hurt, sadness, anguish, and fear. “Wh-where am I gonna go when its over?” your words were slightly slurred. It was obvious that these feelings that you have been carrying around with you have exhausted you in all senses.

Thorin turned his whole body towards and grasped the top of your arms with a firm but tender grip. “Hey,” he spoke as he shook your shoulders gently to grasp your attention. “Your home is with us now, it always will be. You didn’t have to come along and join our quest; you could have easily decided to stay within any town we had passed through if you had really wanted to do so. But you didn’t because you have such a beautiful, big heart which made you want to help a group of dwarfs reclaim their home. Erebor will be your home once we reclaim it, and we will be your family for as long as any one of us lives. You will never be alone from this day forward; I promise you that.”

He finished his heartfelt speech to you and you all but burst out into tears once more, except this time, it wasn’t out of despair and because you had begun to feel absolutely broken, it was out of relief, happiness, love.

Throughout the entire journey, you had grown to care for and love each member of the company as if they had been the ones to personally hang the stars within the night sky, like a child would idolise their father or brother. You believed that they had come to feel the same way about to you too.

With quick movements and no room for protest, you flung yourself forward and hugged Thorin tightly, burying your face into his large, broad chest as you sniffled once more. Much like Dwalin, he tensed up immediately, thrown off by the sudden affectionate action but he quickly eased into the hug, wrapping his arms around your small, frail, shaking frame, smoothing your hair down with his hand.

You stayed like that for moments on end until you had inevitably fallen asleep within the warmth of Thorins’ gentle embrace. With slow movements, Thorin removed his large fur coat from around his body and wrapped them around you, moving you slowly into a more comfortable position against him.

That night, he sat there with you nestled into his side peacefully sleeping, arm wrapped around you protectively, thinking about how he had just so obviously made your fears disappear by simply offering you a home and a family within Erebor.

He smiled as if he had accomplished the most important task, he had ever been faced with.

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Thorin had kept true to his word and once Erebor had been reclaimed, that was where you remained, with a home and a family.

Many things had come to pass. Dwarfs returned to the mountain, leading you to meet the people that mean most to those within the company. You had met Dís, Thorins’ sister and mother of Fíli and Kíli, who had quite easily and quickly accepted you with open arms and an overbearing mother attitude. You had also met the family of Gloin. You and his son became friends pretty quickly, which was surely a surprise.

As you had grown within Erebor, you had still been as thick as thieves with the company. You had constantly written letters to Bilbo, receiving many in return, along with exchanging books as often as you could. You spent hours beside Ori as you both draw and became quite the tea enthusiast along side Dori due to his influence.

You had tested the toys and gave feedback to Bofur all whilst joking around. You and the two princes had horsed around often, an extraordinarily strong bond forming between you three, seeming as they had adopted you like a little sibling.

You had joined Bifur in whatever he ended up doing that day for he was still quite the peculiar dwarf, picking up some of their language along the way. You and Bombur spent time together often in the kitchens, experimenting and eating. Nori had begun to drag you into his ploys of stealing, which you probably should have minded more of.

Gloin had no choice but to spend time with you, seeing as you and his son had practically become conjoined at the hip. Balin, he simply doted on you and loved you as if you were the most precious thing the gods had given him. Dwalin was quick to train you, teaching you how to handle weapons and how to protect yourself. He would never admit it, but he doted on you just as much as his brother Balin. As you became older, you had become a wonderful healer in training beside Oin, learning and growing with your abilities.

Thorin, he loved you unconditionally, like the daughter he never had. He sacrificed much time to be with you, raise you, teach you all that you needed to know. Although he had absolutely argued against your accompaniment at first, he grew to care for you and finally, during that one night where the two of you, a gruff dwarven king and a scared and lonely child, had a heartfelt moment, he opened himself up to allow himself to begin loving you as if you always had a place in his heart, much like his nephews.

The people of Erebor had grown to love and accept you tremendously. So had each and every single member of that company, those who you spent so long travelling with just to get here. There all held a part within your heart, as you did with theirs.

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BRUH IT’S SO LONG

Like my fics average between 2,000 to 4,000 words

I was trying something different and it was so hard to keep working like I had been doing for this fic but I guess it worked out in the end

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Anywho, I hope you all enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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[amxranthiine]

BRUTAL (thorin's company x fem!reader) (platonic)

imagine: you, a 17 year old girl from our world, being thrown into middle earth. how would the company react to you listening to, and singing, brutal by olivia rodrigo? (she/her pronouns)

- [ ] it was like a weird dream come true when you were tossed into middle earth like a puppet, and adopted by the company when they found you in the woods.

- [ ] even weirder when you found out you had your phone and earbuds on you, and they worked without wifi!

- [ ] though you didn't bother checking to see if your phone worked until after 2 and a half weeks with the company, and on particularly boring day, you decided to check and see just for funsies (and you were going absolutely bonkers with all the masculine energy around)

- [ ] so, like any normal person would do, the first thing you did was put in your earbuds and turn on your favorite playlist.

- [ ] brutal just happened to be the first song that played, and boy were you overjoyed. in a way, you related to the lyrics. emotions from the expectations from two worlds, as well as being a teenage girl, were built up and in desperate need of release.

- [ ] you were dancing around, well, dancing as much as you could, seeing as you were on a pony

- [ ] singing the song like it was going to save your life! and in a way, it had.

- [ ] but it had also caused quite a few mini heart attacks when the company heard the song blaring out of those little wires. what were they called again?

- [ ] they had never heard anything like it! and your singing, boy oh boy did it terrify them.

- [ ] because you were singing. about dying. and being insecure. and hating your life.

- [ ] i don't think they understand the fact that it was just a song.... even though they've put on quite a few shows in their days.

- [ ] and i'm so tired that i might quit my job, start a new life. and they'd all be so disappointed cuz' who am i, if not exploited?

- [ ] the way you sang so passionately, and aggressively, they were shocked! who the hell are these awful people you were singing about?

- [ ] and i'm so sick of 17, where's my fucking teenage dream?

- [ ] woah, okay, baby human just swore like a sailor. ori nearly got a nosebleed from blushing so hard!

- [ ] kili and fili were silently jamming out to your singing, finding it amusing, and kind of a good song! (don't tell dori that, he was steaming out of his ears for saying these things around ori!)

- [ ] dwalin was kind of getting into it too... a head bop once in a while, or a foot tap in his stirrup.

- [ ] thorin ignored it, as usual.

- [ ] all i did was try my best, this the kinda thanks i get? unrelentlessly upset.

- [ ] gloin was glaring at you. he didn't like you in the first place, and he just found this annoying and needless.

- [ ] nori and bofur were, albeit, trying to sing along with you, but it just came out as muffled words and off-key hums

- [ ] they say these are the golden years, but i wish i could disappear. ego crush is so severe, god, it's brutal out here!

- [ ] at that you were playing an invisible guitar with your hands, banging your head and having no care for anything other than your music.

- [ ] balin, bombur and gandalf were laughing, highly amused by the scene. they all needed something to lift their spirits, and this was... unexpected?? but highly appreciated.

- [ ] bifur and oin were slightly confused... hot really understanding what was happening but still having a grand old time.

- [ ] bilbo was even humming along! he didn't understand what was happening, but he had a grin on his face and was enjoying the show.

- [ ] thorin was thorin. but in a good way? kind of? let's just say, it was easy to tell where the princes got their humor from. the smirk and bright eyes gave it away, mr king under the mountain.

- [ ] they were all kind of concerned for the self-deprecating lyrics, but you didn't seem at all upset by it, so why would they be?

- [ ] by the time the song came to an end, your face was red and sweaty, your throat was sore from singing, and your hair was an absolute disaster. it was still a shock to find 13 dwarves, a hobbit and a wizard all staring at you with smiles on their faces

- [ ] gathering your breath, you huffed and looked at them all one by one

- [ ] "what? it's a good song!"

- [ ] chuckles were heard from everyone, even dori... who had to admit that it was kind of funny.

- [ ] you made the company's day go from bad to great in three minutes.

#lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings oneshot #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings imagines #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit x reader #the company headcanon #lord of the rings headcanon #thorin's company imagines #thorin's company imagine #thorin's company x reader #thorin's company #the company x reader #the company

[nemo-the-cheese-theif]

Fallen in the River

Word Count: 1,101

AN: This is the first story I’ve ever posted for others to read, so if anyone reads it please give me some feedback. Good and bad, I would like to get a get some opinions on my current writing skills. And if there is demand for a part two I would like to know. Enjoy the story.

Pairing: Company x GN Reader (platonic)

Summary: (y/n), a human from another world, finds themself within the famous children's story The Hobbit becoming a member of the Company of Thorin Oakensheild. One night after a long ride the Company set up camp in a cave to shield themselves from the never ending rain. (y/n) follows after the two princes and the hobbit to speak with them when they are all given a good scare.

Warnings: Injured reader

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Honestly, (y/n) wasn't sure how exactly they ended up in their current predicament. Sitting on the bank of an angry river in the middle of nowhere, during a harsh downpour. They sat in the mud, completely soaked and shivering; they hugged themself close, and hissed when they felt the growing burning pain in their forearms. While they were still in the water the current brought a dead log right into their path. In order to keep themself conscious, they had to bring their arms up above their head to take the brunt of the hit before they went under. Their right foot was missing it’s boot, which made them considerably colder than they already were. Plus, they were crestfallen over the loss of such loved footwear. (y/n) really loved those boots.

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, (y/n) hauled themself up and began limping back towards the camp. They didn't give any thought to an explanation to give the company upon her return; Their mind was too scattered. (y/n) couldn't think straight as they tried to recall what had happened. When they fell into the river, the ground had crumbled beneath their feet, and they tumbled into their near-watery demise. Fili and Kili had been there, along with Bilbo, who had let out quite a scream at their fall. They must be worried sick. (y/n) found themself becoming increasingly more exhausted the longer they walked. How far had the river carried them? Soon their thoughts weren’t more than just incoherent blurs in their head.

When they arrived at the mouth of the cave, their teeth chattered loudly, and they rubbed their hands up and down the sides of their arms. When (y/n) came into view, several figures stood and quickly came to their aid, not that they were really willing to accept it. They brushed past them, heading straight for their bag on a mission to get out of their wet clothes and into relatively dry ones. They didn't even notice that several members of the company were missing. Pulling out a set of new clothes, someone approached them and placed a warm hand on their shoulder.

“(Lass/Lad), you alright?” It was Bofur, his voice was soft and full of concern.

“Tell everyone to turn around.” They avoided his question. ‘Please.”

“What?”

“Tell everyone to turn around. I’m gonna change.” They didn't even give him time before they started pulling their shirt off over their head.

Bofur sputtered and spun on his heel with his hands slapped over his eyes. The others soon followed, and (y/n) heard several surprised mutters in Khuzdul, but paid them no mind. They continued on, their pants following their shirt to the ground; they stripped down to nothing. The chill air blew over their naked skin, making a violent shiver run down their spine, and they quickly pulled on the second set of clothes. After they were fully clothed they walked past a few turned heads and sat themself as close to the fire as they could with her blanket slung over their shoulders.

“You can open your eyes now.” (y/n) teased.

“(Lass/Lad),” This time it was Balin who addressed them, and they hummed in response as they warmed her hands over the fire. “Are you alright?”

(y/n) was quick to answer, “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m good.”

“Are you sure? How about you let Oin l give you a good once over?” His voice was firm.

“Bilbo came running in nearly twenty minutes ago, screaming about how you’d fallen in the river.” Dwalin spoke up to reinforce his brother's suggestion. “Thorin and them are still out there look’n for ya.”

After he mentioned it (y/n) looked around and noticed that he was right. Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Bilbo were all missing from the cave. They chewed on their lip unconsciously, thinking about how worried they must be, how worried they all had been before their unforeseen reappearance. Where were they now? How far had they gone? They thought about getting up to go get them themself but ultimately decided against it due to their freezing and battered state. (y/n) pursed their lips then looked up to Dwalin.

“Shouldn't someone go find them? It’s still raining.”

“Aye, I’ll go tell them your back alive.” And with that Dwalin nodded towards Balin, and made his way out of the mouth of the cave.

(y/n) watched him leave when another violent shiver racked their body. A large warm hand placed itself gently onto their cheek almost making them sigh, but they didn't resist slightly leaning into the touch. Bifur had moved to their side with a very concerned crease in his brow. He spoke something to Balin and removed his hand - much to their dislike - to make a few hand signals. The older dwarf nodded and took a few steps closer.

“I do believe it would be in your best interest to allow Oin to look you over, Bifur says your freezing.” He paused, thinking, “You took a hard fall, (lass/lad). It also wouldn't be wrong to assume you may be injured.”

“I guess there's no harm in it.” (y/n) gave in.

Balin waved Oin, who grabbed his medical bag, grunting as he pulled himself to his feet. (y/n) had to turn their back to the fire to face Oin as he sat before them, feeling their skin with his bare hand. They showed him their arms to which he shook his head and muttered something under his breath, before bandaging them up. The bandages went from just below their elbow to just before their wrists. It felt odd to have their arms wrapped up the way they were but never once did they say anything opting to allow Oin to do his thing.

 At one point their foot was in his grasp where he found a gash about four or five inches long on the back of their calf where a rock had caught their leg and stolen their boot. It was slightly deep so he had to stitch it close before wrapping a bandage around it too.

By the time he finished, Dwalin returned with the last members of the company hot on his heels.

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #gn reader #fili #kili #bilbo baggins #thorins company #thoirn #the company x reader #dwalin #balin #bifur #bofur #oin #first story ever posted #part two?

[elles-writing]

Father's hen

A/N: I have no idea how do three years old kids act, but here it is!! I hope Bofur isn't too OOC!

Request by @kpopgirlbtssvt

Hi!! Ahhh I’m sorry for ranting a lot!! I got excited lol😅. Feel free to do what whatever you’d like with this request!Can I please request a Post BOTFA (Everyone lives au!) Platonic!family!Company x human! 3 year old little girl reader (eventual Dad!Bofur x Daughter!reader) where some the dwarves + Bilbo found her all by herself near Erebor (which I’m sure they’d be confused how such a tiny, young human could’ve found her way near the mountain, and after determining she doesn’t have anywhere to go (I’m guessing they’d get this information from Gandalf since she’s so young), they bring her up to Erebor with them and after a bit of convincing, Thorin lets the company take her in as their own. She especially bonds with Bofur (Idk why, but I can so see him as a dad!) as he is just such a sweetheart and he’s the one who carried her into Erebor (plus Y/n would love the cute toys he makes). I’m sure she’d live with Bofur, like he’d make her food, protect her, play with her, read/tell her stories, give her lots of hugs and love, all the sweet fatherly things 🥺 Y/n eventually calling him “daddy” (he would be SO SOFT!!). All of the dwarves + Bilbo + Gandalf would love her sooo much (and would be EXTREMELY protective)🥺

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The first snowflakes weren't here yet. It made everyone, who noticed it, a little bit worried. There was often a few snowflakes on Durin's day already, reminding of the freezing cold winters.

Bofur was sitting on the top of the mountain, by the open door. He was looking down, and felt happy, but also worried. Happy, because they all were alive and found a way inside the Mountain. Worried, because...he remembered the attack of Smaug, and had a feeling this will be similar.

He shook his head, to get rid of all those thoughts. They can do it. Bilbo can do it.

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A few weeks later, Thorin has become officialy the King of Erebor. It wasn't a huge celebration, but, everyone knew it was a step forward. Especially because Bard became king too, so now they all could talk about rebuilding the town and kingdom, and business and help from Mirkwood.

Bilbo was, however, going on his way home. The hobbit was worried, so the dwarves didn't pressure him into staying.

Bilbo, Balin, Gandalf, Dori, Dwalin, Fili, Kili and Bofur took a walk around Erebor. It was a week before Bilbo planned to leave.

"You know, I love the air here. It feels fresh," said Bilbo. It was true. Or, perhaps, he just haven't found his pipe yet, which was one of the pranks Fili and Kili done.

"Aye. The air isn't the only thing my brother likes, isn't it true?" Fili nudged Kili, who blushed.

"C'mon, you can't tell which is male and which is female, elves don't have beards!"

Bilbo, who learned how important the beards are for dwarves, didn't say any comment. However, Dwalin was quicker.

"You actually can," he said, reminding the Prince of the moment during dinner in Rivendell.

"Wait, can you hear it?" Kili suddenly stopped.

"The sound of your embarrasment?" Kili shook his head.

"No. The...the..." everyone got quiet, and they overheard a child's voice.

"Picking this flower, it is as blue as the sky, this flower is as yellow as the sun..."

Bilbo's eyes widened.

"It's a...it's a girl..." he pointed over at meadow, where you were sitting, in torn, dirty tunic and trousers, picking flowers.

"Stay here," Gandalf said. Everyone watched him to go to you, and talking to you for a while. Meantime, Bilbo and Fili came closer.

You were afraid of them, so you quickly hidden behind Gandalf. He chuckled.

"Come on, Y/N. This is Master Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit from Shire."

"I have auntie from Shire!" You said. Bilbo's eyes widened. He sat down next to you.

"Oh, and what's her name? Maybe I know her," he said, trying to gain your trust.

"Um...I don't know. She has curly hair and big smile," you said, hoping he would know who do you mean.

"Watch out!" Kili's scream came from distance. There was a warg near, and you screamed. You froze, but, someone's knife was quicker. Gandalf found out it was Bofur, who threw it.

He quickly came to you, and carefully hug you. You hugged his leg, and cried from fear.

"You are safe, lassie." You looked at him with your huge e/c eyes, and quickly looked away. He carefully stroke your hair.

"Where are your parents, lassie?" He asked her.

"I don't know. It was still dark. Mummy left me and went back, but I got lost," you muttered, and your stomach agreeded. Meantime, Bilbo, Fili and Kili stood next to Bofur.

"Well...what if we went back and give her something to eat and let her sleep in proper bed?" Bilbo said quietly.

"We can't leave her alone anymore," Bofur nodded.

"I agree. It could take months before we find them. She has to have somewhere to stay, safe and warm," Kili said, and smiled at you.

"Do you think Uncle will agree?" Fili turned to Kili.

"He will have to," Bilbo said.

"Those are very brave words," Dwalin said in barely audible voice.

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On the way back, you were holding Bofur's hand, but then he decided to let you have a piggy back ride. You even fell asleep on his back, snuggling to his coat.

When you arrived, he looked over his shoulder at you.

"Aye lass, time to go to bed," You woke up, and Bofur felt guity of it. But, you couldn't sleep on his back.

"What would you like to eat, lassie? You seem hungry. Then you can go back to sleep," That seemed to work.

Over the weeks, you were getting used to your new home. You didn't fully understand what happened to your family, but your found family made sure you were safe and happy. Bofur made toys for you to play with, and needless to say, you would play with them all the time.

It was around two weeks later, when you met a dwarf woman, who didn't seem unfamiliar. You didn't notice the exchange of looks her and Bofur had, when she noticed him and he noticed her.

"What's the matter?" Bilbo asked.

"You...you are...?" The dwarf woman said, and Bofur's eyes sparkled in realization.

When you came back to the castle, Bilbo, Fili and Kili took you aside, while Bofur and her talked. Fili and Kili tried to listen (obviously), and when Tauriel entered the room you usually had breakfast, lunch and dinner in, Kili gave her puppy eyes.

"Oh, c'mon love!"

"That's personal. Besides, I didn't hear much anyways, and I came to Y/N. I haven't seen you in days, little one." She smiled at you, and Kili pouted.

"What about me?" Tauriel rolled her eyes and kissed his nose.

"Better?"

"Slightly," he muttered, and you giggled.

"See, Y/N likes it!" Kili explained his previous pout to his girlfriend. Fili was chuckling, and Bilbo seemed to have fun too.

"Y/N," the dwarf woman came to you. You curiously looked at her.

"I suppose you know...Bofur, right?" You quickly nodded.

"Alright...well, um..." she was unsure, but you didn't notice. You looked around.

"Where is mummy?" Her eyes were sad.

"I'm not sure. But...Bofur," she smiled, and looked over at him.

"Is my cousin. Would you mind to stay with us?"

The room was quiet, until you gave Bofur and her a smile.

A few months later, Bofur was reading you a book before bed. You snuggled into the blaket, and closed your eyes. Bofur gently patted your head.

"Good night, little one."

"G'night, daddy," you muttered.

Bofur's face was now having a big, proud father-like smile on, while little tears in his eyes.

Fifteen years later

"You can do it, Y/N!" Kili cheered at you, as you were drinking your ale. You lost your count already.

"And that's it!" You said, as one of your friends fell under the table. You and your uncles - Fili and Kili - laughed.

"Y/N? Y/N!" Your friend came to you, relief on his face. You turned to him, and his cheeks flushed.

"Well, um, it's late, maybe you-"

"Did dad already find out?" You frowned, and he nodded.

"You two get up, we're going home!" You said, looking down - literally, you were taller than both of them - on your uncles.

"Y/N, I remember you being so tiny you didn't reach my waist!" Kili said, and you rolled your eyes.

"I remember the last time you two didn't come home early, and grandma caught us sneaking in," you said, and they shared a look of terror.

Your grandmother and Tauriel were nobody to mess with, and both of them knew that.

"Alright, we're coming-"

When you arrived, you quietly came to your father's room. He recently told you the story, but, you didn't got angry at him. You were happy for him to be there for you, instead.

"We're home, dad." You said, as you noticed him working on a toy he has been talking about recently.

"Hi, little one," he gave you a tired smile. You came close to him, and sat down next to him on a chair, placing the toy carefully down on the table.

"You are tired. Go get some sleep. I won," you smiled. Bofur took off his glasses, and the candle light moved, as he got up from the table.

"Okay, fine. Have a good night sleep," he said. You smiled, got up, and stood at the door.

"Good night to you too, dad. I...I wanted to thank you. For everything." He smiled.

"That's nothing, really."

"To me, it's everything. And don't argue with me, dad. You need that sleep too." You closed the door and walked away, not noticing Bofur's eyes with tiny tears.

Just like the first time you called him your dad.

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Get To Know You - Thorin Oakenshield

pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x gender neutral!reader (platonic/ only hinted romantic relationship)

word count: 1.8k words 

triggerwarnings: sparse mentions of death, otherwise none

summary: a half-dwarven bartender amongst the company of Thorin Oakenshield finds themself sitting next to said leader during another sleepless night

The fire crackled as it embraced what seemed to be the last piece of wood the dwarves had chopped. It must’ve been the - what? Eighth or ninth night, you weren’t that sure anymore. It had been over a week ago that you’d met the company of Thorin Oakenshield in the little hobbit hole Bilbo Baggins called his home. Gandalf had recruited you - had found you behind the bar at the tavern you worked in. Had worked in. Not anymore. Not since you’d decided to leave the small town behind and follow the instructions the wizard had given you to find the hobbit’s home.  It hadn’t been that difficult of a decision, really. You’d been more than eager to leave the dirty tavern and its harsh innkeeper behind. Once, years ago, you had yearned for a life full of adventure - of quests like this one. A dream that had worn off quite quickly as you reached adulthood. 

You turned around on the dusty piece of fabric you’d put onto the ground to take away at least some of the cold; and to shield you from the mud, if you were being honest. You still didn’t understand how the dwarves slept so soundly on whatever ground they lay down on. But they managed, and so would you. You weren’t about to complain about any of it - not the weather, not the food, not the sleep you obviously didn’t get enough of. 

You blinked - nothing but the dying embers of the fire and the sleeping figures around you. Gandalf sat leaning against a stone, but from the way his head tilted forward, and his chin dipped so low it almost reached his chest, you assumed he was asleep just as well. Even Bilbo - hell, the hobbit - snored quietly. You sat up with a whispered string of curses. Sleep would not come to you anyway this night, so you may as well give up. You had always been bad at keeping still, and though sleep tugged at you even now, your mind came to life and your body felt less numb than it had lying down.  You tried - and failed - to conceal a yawn as you looked around. In the dark, it took you longer than it usually would have to spot the broad figure quite some distance away from the rest of the company. Watch, you thought. Someone’s keeping watch. You were up in a heartbeat, almost skipping towards the dwarf - because of sleep clouding your eyes or relief to have someone up as well, you did not know. But you were at his side a moment later and let yourself flop down onto the earth with a quiet thump. 

As you turned your head and beheld Thorin’s frowning face, you could have slapped yourself. All the enthusiasm you had felt - wiped away in the blink of an eye. You fought back a groan and turned away your head instead. It wasn’t like Thorin had been rude to you. None of them had. Just, he was quite some force to reckon with. He hadn’t been too overjoyed when Gandalf had announced you would be part of the company. Surely, he had not been insulting, not even unfriendly or harsh, but everytime you caught his eye, or dared to talk to him, he simply seemed... off. Something about his attitude changed. He was not the joking type anyway, always wearing a rather troubled look, but at least he opened up to the rest of the company. Despite the barked commands, there were moments in which the princes could make him grin, or something Bilbo did made him smile. You hadn’t tried too many times to start a conversation, but the few times you did, he seemed most eager to get away from you.  It wasn’t hatred in his eyes the times he risked a glance in your direction. But there was no fondness either. Not the kind of fondness that gleamed there when he talked to his nephews, not the respect there was when Balin pointed something out. 

Alright. You would admit that your glance lingered on him a few too many times, watching, observing. But how could it not? You wanted to figure out why, exactly, he was so reluctant with you. You wanted to know- and yes, the fact that he was quite attractive surely did its part, too. Also, if you were honest, you were very well aware of why Thorin was so wary about you. 

You were no dwarf. Not an actual one at least. You were half a dwarf. Your father had been a dwarf, but... your mother had been human. Your father had died of a sickness not so many years ago. Your mother had passed away long before. Why, your father had never let you know. Perhaps old age. You never quite understood their marriage anyway. But you had loved them both, and now there was just you. You against the world. Against the literal world, it seemed, since you had agreed to this quest. An adventure, Gandalf had promised you. And really, what had you had to lose? Your parents dead, your life miserable. And now... it was not so miserable anymore. 

“Apologies”, you said coolly and got up again after minutes of silence. “I did not want to disturb you.” Thorin had said nothing, not even looked at you once. You took it as a sign to leave him alone. You were fine with his behaviour usually. Should he think of you what he wanted. But you wouldn’t sit here and sulk. You’d simply wanted to get away from your sleeping spot, and you wouldn’t return now, just because Oakenshield didn’t want to talk to you. Perhaps take a walk... but, in the dark?

“No, I apologise.” His voice ripped you from your thoughts. You stopped abruptly. “I didn’t want to make you feel like you weren’t welcome to join me.”  With raised eyebrows you sat back down. Never once had Thorin spoken anything but orders to you. Except for some greetings and the rare ‘Good Morning’. 

“Couldn’t sleep?”, he asked suddenly. You shook your head.  “Rarely can”, you said truthfully. You didn’t quite know what caused your insomnia, but it didn’t matter in the end, because you couldn’t sleep, and that was a fact you couldn’t change.  Silence fell. Thorin had done enough in his opinion, apparently, to start the conversation. So you took matters into your own hands.

“Do you reckon we’ll arrive soon? Where Gandalf leads us, I mean. He’s being oh so secretive about it, isn’t he.” It was more of a statement than a question, but Thorin chuckled lightly. That chuckle - god damn it, it came close to sending shivers down your spine. Never before had you heard Thorin Oakenshield chuckle, and surely not at something you said.  “I don’t know”, he answered. “Could be weeks from now, could be tomorrow. He doesn’t like to share his thoughts, it seems.”  You let out a choked laugh and shook your head in what almost seemed like disbelief. “Oh, he does not. Never know what that man’s up to.”

Thorin turned his head for the first time this evening. You resisted the urge to meet his eyes - for some reason you worried it would just kill the mood, that glorious, peaceful mood. And that was but your last wish at the moment. 

“How long have you known him?”, he asked suddenly. “You speak of him like an old friend, and he seems more fond of you than even the hobbit.”  He turned back to stare at the fields that spread before you, and you sighed as you took in the slightest change in the sky’s colour. Perhaps an hour or two until dawn. When you would pack your things once again and move on. Unbelievable that you had got no sleep at all tonight. You’d been such a heavy sleeper at home. “Not that long”, you admitted. “Met him a month ago, maybe. He picked me up in the tavern I worked at. Told me about the great adventure he was about to go on... Asked me if I would to join him. Thinking about it, strange that he asked a simple bartender, isn’t it?” 

You had never really thought about it, not when Gandalf had so miraculously hit home with his remark. But, it seemed rather reckless of him to tell just anyone about the quest, especially when there could be more than just the dwarves looking forward to an opportunity to win the mountain back. With all its riches. 

Thorin was silent for a while. 

“He doesn’t do anything unplanned, it seems. He must have known you before. He had met the Burglar, too, had he not? I trust the wizard enough to believe he would not spread word unneccessarily.”  You nodded absentmidedly. He was right, of course. It was about impossible for him to not be right. But you didn’t mind. You would be all too happy about someone in your life whose word you could rely on like Thorin’s companions could on his. In some twisted way you envied them. Envied them for being so close to him.

But truly, what had you expected? To have your every wish fulfilled by a group of travellers? No, instead you had got... something quite similar to a family. A family you hadn’t had in some years. Even though you’d only been with them for little over a week. 

“Thorin...”, you started, and as you spoke you already wanted to retreat. His shoulders tensed, and he looked ready to get up and walk away before you ended the sentence. “Thank you.” You smiled a little. And as he turned, you finally willed yourself to look at him. Find his eyes examining your face, for once not bearing that look of displeasure, but rather curiosity, although his expression shifted into a frown.  “Thanks for... all this. I know that it’s probably not been the easiest decision to let me travel with you. But I needed this. Still. I need this still. I need the adventure not only for the adventures sake, but for all of you. For experiencing what it feels like to be part of a group. Part of something bigger. I’ve been on my own quite some time, hadn’t realised just how lonely that ‘alone’ had become. So, thank you. For giving me the chance to experience all this.” 

He smiled, but you had the distinct impression that it was more of a sad smile. Almost as though...  “I want to apologise”, he said. He turned away again, but you furrowed your brows and refused to look at anything else. “The others have made you feel welcome, whereas I... I have not given myself the chance to get to know you.”

You nodded slowly and faced the horizon again. The black it had been had changed almost into a light blue at the very edge. And suddenly you didn’t regret your sleepless night at all.  “Thank you”, you could only repeat. The small smile on his face as you dared a glance in his direction told you he understood. That you were really thankful. Not only for the opportunity Gandalf had presented you with, but for the indirect order he had given. Let me get to know you.

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What Happened? |

Company X Reader Part 2

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: The Company x Reader (platonic)

Words: 1.5k

Summary: It has been almost 2 years since The Battle and renovations were well underway. In the little workshop you found tools from your world, for example screwdrivers, hammers, spanners ect. You spend for what felt like hours inside the workshop repairing a little radio barely bigger than your hand. And when you finally fixed it, you went to show The Company only to find something is very wrong.

A/N: I really appreciate the advice that was given to me, it means a lot that someone with such amazing stories took the time to helo a beginning writer like me! I hope you like this part, I'm kinda proud of how it turned out.

(Part One) (Alternate Ending)

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You bolted up right in your bed, clutching the front of your night shirt. 'Was it a dream?' you thought to yourself. You had to find out.

The mere thought of not having all your dwarves with you alive was enough to make your heart break all over again.

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon. You sat there for a moment and watched as the sun rose into the sky.

Swallowing the tears, you got out of bed with shaky legs. You were still recovering from that horrible nightmare you had, or had it really happened?

You slowly walked to your bedroom door, careful not to make too much noise. You already knew that the doors rarely made any noise, but it was a habit that you had yet to break.

You walked to the dining room, your feet quietly slapping on the marble floor. With shaky hands you pushed the door open and peeked inside.

There at the table sat Balin, tentatively sipping his tea while he gazed at the rising sun. You didn't know if he had noticed you yet, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

He was here, he was alive, that was all that you needed after that horrible nightmare you had. But you still couldn't get rid of the idea that what had happened wasn't just a silly nightmare, that you really had disappeared for a century and only three of your dwarves were alive.

Your emotions began to swell in your chest, making it hard to breathe properly. You let out a chocked sob while trying to get much needed air into your burning lungs.

This made Balin whip his head in your direction, and when he saw your red and puffy eyes starting to water, he was up in a second making his way to you.

"What's wrong child?" he has never spoken to you with such softness, which only cemented the idea of all this being a dream your grief ridden mind created for you. You couldn't help but think that this Balin standing in front of you is only a figment of your imagination, that he and the rest of your dwarves were all long dead.

You stepped closer to him and slowly laid your head on his shoulder, trying to control the sobs treating to tear through your throat.

You felt his arms wrap around you as he brought you closer. It was then that you broke down. Your hands gripped his tunic so tightly your knuckles turned white.

You didn't know how long you stood there, but you didn't care, as long as Balin, even if he was imaginary, was still here and not 6 feet under with the rest of The Company.

After what felt like ages, but in reality was only a few minutes, you managed to regain yourself and pulled away from Balin. He looked at you with concern, he bushy white brows furrowed together.

You didn't bother wiping the drying tears from your cheek when you asked.

"Is this real?"

Your voice was quiet, you looked at Balin with pleading eyes, begging him to say yes.

You could see the concern in his eyes grow has he laid a soft hand on hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping your tears away.

‘‘What makes you think that this isn’t real, my dear?”

You could feel your eyes start to burn as new tears welled in your eyes. Balin tutted his tongue and wiped your tears away again. “Now, there’s no need for more tears, little one.”

You nodded your head and took a deep breath. You steeled your nerves and you told him.

You told him everything.

From wandering in the halls alone, finding the workshop, your radio, coming back to find almost everyone is gone and was replaced with dwarrow you didn’t know and being told you were missing for so long.

All throughout this he stayed quiet, he even led you to a chair and offered you his cup of tea to calm you down. When you were done he took your hands from where they were gripping tightly onto the cup and smoothed his thumbs over your knuckles. He didn’t say anything, you doubted he even knew what to say.

After a while, he took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes. His eyes were a whirlpool of different emotions, swirling so fast you couldn’t decipher any of them.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He opened his mouth again, and this time he found his voice.

"I can assure you, my dear, that everyone is alright and you had just had a terrible nightmare. If you are up to it, you could sit here with me and wait for the rest of those oafs to come join us."

You laughed softly and nodded your head. Balin smiled and squeezed your hands, "Well, I'm going to make another cup of tea, would you like some more?"

He didn't wait for your answer and stood up and disappeared behind one of the many doors in the dining room.

While he was gone, your breath evened out and you leaned back in your chair, staring out of the big windows. The sun was almost above the horizon, a beautiful orange and yellow mixing together with the blue of the new day.

Before you knew it, the sun had risen completely and the blue had now overtaken the mixture of colours leaving only a little bit of it hovering barely over the horizon.

Soon after you felt a warm hand and saw Dori standing next to your chair, a gentle smile stretched across his lips. You smiled back with a more relieved smile, glad to know that he wasn't dead.

He stroked a knuckle across your cheek before he took the seat next to you, sipping on his own cup of warm tea.

Seeing his beverage made you wonder what was taking Balin so long. Maybe he was caught up with someone else in the kitchen.

You became impatient as more time passed with no sign of the white haired dwarf.

"Do you know where Balin is? He said he was going to get some more tea but he's been away for almost an hour." your voice was soft and a bit croaky, you not having spoken for some time.

Dori turned to you with a confused expression, his brows pinched and mouth tugged in a slight frown. "I didn't see him when I was in there, maybe he went to retrieve something in his room?" the silver haired dwarf answered.

You nodded your head and directed your gaze out the window again.

The longer you two sat there, the more of the Company members came trickling in, sitting at their usual seats.

Soon the quiet dining room was no longer quiet. Loud laughter and chatter filled the morning air as the dwarves became more rambunctious, their tiredness seeping away as the morning strolled along.

You sat there, quiet as can be, watching your dwarves as they enjoyed their morning. You had almost forgotten about that horrid nightmare, it slipping from your mind once Bofur came in, his shirt on backwards and missing his trousers.

You laughed as hard as those around you, the sound vibrating in your chest as it swelled with happiness.

The morning went on as it always does. Dwalin being the first to leave, along with Thorin as both went to their respected job positions. Next was Dori and Ori, the elder going down to the markets ton open his tea shop and the younger practically streaking toward the library.

You couldn't help but smile when you saw him nearly jump out of his seat across from you as he realized the time.

After was the Ur's, Bombur going to the kitchens and Bifur and Bofur -once he was dressed correctly- went down to the market also to open their toy shop. You remember the day it had opened, they both had gifted you a wooden figure of yourself, dressed in the clothes you had worn when you joined them in Middle Earth. It now sat proudly on your bedside table next to a pair of mittens Ori had made for you.

One by one, your dwarves stood and left to start their day, not before giving your hair a ruffle or a quick side hug.

Soon you were the only one left in the now quiet dining room, on your third cup of tea, an empty plate next to you were a pile of biscuits had once laid. Though as sneaky as they think they were, you always caught sight of a hand reaching for one. You didn't bother to stop it, having gotten used to it after a while.

Deciding it was time for you to begin your day as well, you stood from your chair, pushing it in and strolled toward your room.

Unknowingly, a grin spread on your lips, the overwhelming feeling of joy washed over you as you got dressed for the day.

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TCATC Chap. 17; An old friend’s debt

*Author’s note*

So I know I’ve been tagging Bard x reader or Bard x oc on several of these chapters and some of you may have been saying “When’s our beloved bowman gonna show up?!” “QUIT TAGGING BARD IN THIS STORY WHEN HE’S NOT IN IT!!” well ya’ll can finally relax because HERE HE IS!!!!

Now as a brief history b/t Hela and Bard as you’ll see in the story but I’ll give you a bit more info. She met Bard when he came into Manhood. From there she helped train him to fight with a sword and help improve his archery skills.  She also helped set up him and his wife and would check in on them every now and then, there she also got to know Bard’s 3 children and became their godmother, espe. after Bard’s wife passed away when Tilda was still a babe. 

Now their relationship is PURELY PLATONIC, they are dear friends to each other (kinda think of Clint and Natasha). There’s respect for the other but they won’t hesitate to lecture the other when things get out of hand (as you’ll soon see).

Alright now enough of my rambling, enjoy this next chapter my dears :)

NEXT CHAPTER

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The current slowed down and the river was finally calm.  I was leaning against Fili’s barrel looking around to see if anymore orcs were coming from behind us.

“Anything behind us?” Thorin asked.

“Not that I can see.” Balin replied.  I looked up exhaustedly at my company to see that we were now all back together, some of their barrels half drowned due to the rapids. Bofur came out from his barrel spitting out water as he said.

“I think we’ve outrun the orcs.”

“Not for long we’ve lost the current.” Thorin said.

“Bombur’s half drowned.” Dwalin said.

“Make for the shore!” Thorin called out as we saw a shore of rocks and boulders just a foot away from us.  We all swam towards it, I released Fili’s barrel and swam thew rest of the way on my own before crawling up the rocks.

My body drained and exhausted and my head still pounding. One particular pound to the head made me groan and collapse onto my stomach holding my scarred left eye. Bofur came up to me and just looked at me sympathetically.

“I’m fine Bofur it’s nothing.”

“Nothing? Hela you almost drowned under the rapids! And that orc hit your head so hard against that stone, you’ve scarred your eye up!” Kili exclaimed worriedly.  I looked to my left to see the brothers looking at me with both fear and anger. I slowly rose up but my legs felt like jelly as I collapsed again.

This time however Fili, Kili and Bofur managed to hold me up before I could bellyflop onto the rocks again.  They adjusted me so that I was sitting normally, Fili and Kili supporting my weight on their chests just as Thorin said.

“On your feet.”

“Hela’s hurt! She may have a concussion.” Fili told his uncle.

“There’s an orc pack on our tail. We keep moving.” Thorin replied back immediately after Fili’s statement about my condition.

“To where?” asked Balin.

“To the Mountain we’re so close.” Bilbo responded.

“A lake lies between us and that mountain. We have no way to cross it.” Balin retorted.  That’s true, without a boat or any water-like transportation they’ll never reach the mountain in time.

“So then we go around.” Bilbo suggested but Dwalin argued.

“The orcs will run us down, as sure as daylight. We’ve no weapons to defend ourselves.”

“Bind her head quickly. You have two minutes.” Thorin said. I sighed heavily as I let out a hiss as another spike of pain attacked me.  Oin then came up to me and held my chin up and asked me.

“Follow my finger lass with just your eyes.” I followed his finger perfectly.  After a few times he gave me the diagnoses, “Good news is you don’t have a concussion but that is a pretty nasty scar you’re going to have over your eye. Any other pain besides the headaches? Blurry vision? Sensitive to light?”

“No Oin. Just the spikes of pain every now and then. And I can heal the scratch with Ajax’s power.” I replied.

“Right. But I would suggest not using your powers while you’re exhausted of your strength as it is. Can one of you lads offer up a cloth from your clothes?” he asked the brothers.  Kili offered a piece of his shirt as a makeshift bandage and Oin went right to work wrapping my head up.  “This will have to hold up for now until I get proper medical supplies.”

“Thank you Oin.”

“Just doing my duty lass.” He said as he finished tying up the cloth from Kili’s shirt around my injury.  That’s when I took notice of a shadowed figure standing right near Ori with a large bow drawn and ready to strike him down.

That’s when the dwarves went on the defensive.  Dwalin stood in front of Ori with a large stick, the man fired one arrow that’s arrowhead went straight through the stick. While Kili quickly picked up a stone but the man fired again and knocked the stone out of Kili’s hand.  He knocked another arrow and warned us.

“Do it again, and you’re dead.” Wait that voice it—it couldn’t be.  I stood up letting out a slight groan and shook my head trying to rid of the dizziness I was suddenly feeling.

“Bard?” I asked.  The man aimed his arrow at me.  Fili and Kili stood before me protectively but I touched their shoulders assuringly telling them to stand down.  “Bard is that you?” I asked.  He lowered his arrow and spoke my name.

“Hela?” I nodded to him.  He lowered his weapon and we walked closer to each other.

He looked so much older than when I last saw him.  However by older I mean like the weight of the world has been put on his shoulder and dragged him through the mud and oil.  His eyes looked exhausted but they held a familiar love as they stared back into mine.  He was finally starting to show some greying streaks hidden within his raven colored hair.

A smile slowly came across his face as he embraced me and I did the very same immediately.

“Oh my old friend, it’s been so long.” He whispered in my ear.

“Indeed it has. Let me look at you.” I cupped each side of his face and said, “Bard you look so weary. Don’t tell me you’ve been skipping out on your sleep again.”

“Old habits die hard.” He said with a shrug.  I shook my head discouraged.

“I’ll say. But it is so good to see you again my dear friend.” I smiled at him softly.  Bard placed his hands over mine, he guided my right hand to his lips and he gave me a kiss to my knuckles.

“As it is to see you.” We pressed our foreheads together but our moment was broken when Balin spoke up.

“Excuse me…” oh bollocks I forgot! Bard immediately placed me behind him and readied his bow once more at Balin.  “But you’re from Laketown, if I’m not mistaken.” Balin raised his hands in surrender and I placed a hand to Bard’s elbow.  He turned to me and I shook my head no as Balin continued, “That barge over there, it wouldn’t be available for hire, by any chance?”

Bard lowered his bow and he turned to me and asked me.

“Just what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now Hela?”

“Trouble? How dare you assume I’m always getting into trouble.” I said in mock offense.

“Need I remind you of the ice barge a year after we met?”

“That’s uncalled for and you know Alfrid was asking for it.” I hissed lowly at him.  He merely shrugged but gave me a smirk and asked me if I could help him bring in the empty barrels.

“If you were her friend you’d see that she’s hurt herself.” Kili snapped.

“Kili I am not one of your Dwarrowdams! I am a Celestial. A bump to the head is nothing to me! So stop treating me like I’m a delicate flower!” I snapped at the young dwarf prince.

His eyes widened in shock at my anger.  It’s always best to never anger a Celestial, for you can feel our wrath in your very bones like thunder in the sky.

As Bard and I put the empty barrels into his barge he asked the dwarves and Bilbo.

“What makes you think I would help you?”

“Those boots have seen better days. As has that coat. I have no doubt you have some hungry mouths to feed. How many bairns?” Balin said.

“A boy and two girls.” Bard responded as he and I worked together on one of the last couple barrels.

“And your wife I imagine she’s a beauty.” At that comment I grew solemn.  I know Balin’s trying to flatter him with compliments but—Bard’s wife is a touchy subject to him, even after all these years.

“Aye. She was.” Bard said solemnly.  At that Balin’s and a few of the dwarves face dropped. Knowing the loss of loved ones but thinking about losing the love of your life—that’s something some of them (especially those in the company that are married) couldn’t bear to imagine.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to—” Balin apologized before Dwalin interrupted his brother impatiently.

“Oh come on, come on enough with the niceties!”

“What’s your hurry?” Bard asked.

“What’s it to you?” Dwalin snapped.

“I would like to know who you are, and what you are doing in these lands with Hela?” Bard said as he walked up toward the last barrel that just so happened to be where Balin was standing near.

“We are simple merchants from the Blue Mountains journeying to see our kin in the Iron Hills.” Balin replied, ending it with an innocent look in his eyes.

“Simple merchants you say? And Hela? Why did you reach out to her? I know her to have a kind heart and a willing hand to offer help, but never has she extended that hand to dwarves before.”

“Figured I’d expand my horizon. You know as well as I do that Elves rarely need Celestial help these days. And the World of Men has been wanting my help like a crutch that most of the times they do not need.” I told him.  

Bard was clever, I guess that’s my fault for teaching him on how to detect a lie or know when someone is not telling the full truth. He took the last barrel onto the barge as Thorin said.

“We need food, supplies, weapons. Can you help us?” Bard set the barrel down and looked down at them to see them damaged from the fight.

“I know where these barrels came from.” Bard said as he fingered a scratch on the barrel.

“What of it?” Thorin demanded.

“I don’t know what business you had with the Elves, but I don’t think it ended well. No one enters Lake-town but by leave of the Master. All his wealth comes from trade with the Woodland realms. He would see you in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil.” Bard said.

As much as I would disagree with him it’s true.  Laketown even for all it’s ruin of the great city it once was with the North, the Master has been dragging it down with paranoia, pride, and greed.  Where the high class rich fat cats thrive as best as they can while the common folk struggle and barely can afford anything to eat or wear.

Balin turned to Thorin who whispered to him to offer Bard more. Balin looked at him in disbelief before he turned to me asking me if I could sway Bard’s opinion to help us.  I shook my head slightly at him for I refused to use my Celestial magic against Bard’s free will.

“I’ll wager there are ways to enter that town unseen.” Balin offered.

“Aye.” Bard said as he packed up his long bow and arrows. “But for that, you would need a smuggler.”

“For which we will pay. Double.” Balin said urgently.  This however caught Bard’s attention.  He walked over to me and whispered.

“Do you vouch for these dwarves Hela?”

“With my life. They maybe a stubborn brute but they’ll go by their word. Please Bard.” He looked between me and them before he turned our backs towards them, his arm wrapped around me so that he could make his message perfectly clear.

“Only because you say so. But I cannot risk my family’s safety.”

“Trust me. I love those children as much as you do. If any harm comes towards your family, I swear to you on my life that I will do whatever I can to protect you and your family.” I said to him.

“Very well old friend.” He whispered.  We separated and he said to the company. “I’ll grant you passage to Laketown. But you are to keep your word of the payment. And you are to do exactly as I say. No complaints, no arguments, no questions.”

“Agreed.” Balin said.  “Thank you.”

“Just be thankful someone in your company has my trust. And I owe her everything.” Bard said the last statement while looking straight at me. Once everyone was on board, Bard and I pushed the barge offshore and he took us across the lake.

With the upcoming winter, the lake had various sized ice clumps along the water, and a cloud of mist surrounded the lake. So thick you could barely see what was a foot ahead of you.  As we slowly tread across the water, a large ruins of what was once a building suddenly appeared before us and Bofur exclaimed.

“Watch out!” with skill and years of knowing these waters, Bard successfully managed to serve the barge out of the way and even avoid the next upcoming structures.

“What are you trying to do drown us?” Thorin snapped lowly.

“I was born and bred on these waters Master dwarf. If I wanted to drown you, I would not do it here.” Bard softly growled back with the same defiance.

“Oh, I’ve had enough of this lippy Lakeman, I say we throw him over the side and be done with it.” Dwalin growled in a whisper.

“You will do no such thing to Bard! Anyone who dares harm a hair on that man will face my wrath.” I snapped at them as I placed my hand over my scarred eye and began to heal it up.

“How do you know this man Hela?” asked Bilbo.

“Oh we go way back Bilbo dear. I’ve known Bard since he came into manhood. Trained him in the art of the bow and arrow as well as combat. Even bested me a few times. I once took refuge here in Laketown for a time, some praised me as a deity, some looked to me as a friend, and of course there are others who viewed me as no more than a common witch. Mainly the Master of Laketown, his guards and his lapdog Alfrid Lickspittle.” I sneered at the mention of that cowardly worm and the cruel Master himself.

“I don’t care what you or he calls himself, I don’t like him.” Dwalin said.

“We don’t have to like him. We simply have to pay him. Come on now lads, turn out your pockets.” Balin said as he was counting up Bard’s payment.  The dwarves all muttered and began to count every last change they had to add to Bard’s payment pile.

“How do we know he won’t betray us?” I heard Dwalin whisper.

“We don’t.” Thorin replied.

“But you trust me do you not?” I said to them.  Thorin looked to me and gave me a slight nod. “Then trust me when I say that out of anyone in Laketown, you will find no other person you can trust than Bard. So long as you hold up your end of the bargain and don’t threaten the safety of his family, he’ll give you his life.”

“Very well Hela. But if you’re wrong. Let it be on your conscious of our failure to reach the Mountain is on you trusting the wrong person in the World of Men.” Dwalin said to me.  Before I could retort back, Balin said.

“There’s uhh…just a wee problem. We’re ten coins short.”

“Glóin. Come on, give us what you have.” Thorin said as he crossed his arms over his stomach.

“Don’t look to me. I have been bled dry by this venture!” Glóin snapped. “And what have I seen for my investment? Naught but misery and grief and—” Glóin went silent as all the dwarves stood up and looked to the left side of the barge.

As the fog briefly made a clearing there in all it’s glory was the Lonely Mountain, Erebor.  Their home and they were so close to it. So very close to achieving their quest’s end.

“Bless my beard. Take it. Take all of it.” Glóin said as he took out the last pouch of money he had.  Bilbo cleared his throat and gestured as Bard began to walk up to us.

“The money, quick. Give it to me.” Bard said urgently as he extended his hand.

“We will pay you when we get our provisions but not before.”

“If you value your freedom, you’ll do as I say. There are guards ahead.” We looked out and as the fog began to clear up, there was the guard post.

“Quickly back into the barrels everyone!” I ordered.

“What about you?” asked Bofur.

“She stays out here with me.” Bard said.  The dwarves and Bilbo looked to Bard in disbelief.

“She said it herself some of them view her to be a witch! How do you know she won’t be hurt or worse killed if she shows herself!?” Fili demanded.

“Fili now’s no time for arguing. So just do as we tell you and let us figure the rest out.” I told him.  Everyone of them looked to me but without any further questions or complaints, they climbed back into the barrels and Bard quickly grabbed an old blanket.

“I’ve noticed you’ve gained more of your sibling’s magic powers. Tell me you’ve at least managed to find the sister who could shapeshift.”

“Yes. What are you suggesting?” he whispered in my ear of his plan and I nodded as I wrapped the blanket around me.

I lay there in the corner as still as possible with the blanket covering my entire body as Bard docked the barge and went to talk to the guards.  I looked down at Sprite’s gem and focused my energy on connected with it.

I imagined and focused on every detail of the person’s face that I was going to take shape and I could feel my body beginning to change. Thankfully Sprite’s able to shapeshift without a glow or having anyone take notice.  She’s always been able to just think of what she wanted to and she magically just changes into it in a snap.

The blanket was ripped off of me and there was a guard who looked down at me.  His face went from stoic to horrified as he apologized to me.

“I am very sorry my lady Elf.” For I had taken to form of Tauriel however instead of her long red hair, I had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes (much like Arwen’s).  I also gave myself scars and injuries to make it seem like I had been ambushed by orcs (which wasn’t a lie).

“Remove yourself from me before I report you to my King!” I hissed at him in Elvish.  Since no one but Bard could understand what I was saying, the guard backed away as I let out a groan and held myself in pain.  Although the pain wasn’t an act for I was struck with another piercing headache.

The guard walked away and I could see the barrels being filled with fish.  Even just watching it made me cringe at the stench I knew they were going to have. Once every single barrel was filled to the top with fish, Bard thanked the guards as he set down some medical supplies and drove the barge onward.

“You could’ve at least told them about the fish.”

“Where would the fun be in that?” he teasingly asked.  I shook my head at him.  “And I must say not bad for your first transformation. Although you didn’t have to go as extreme with the injuries.”

“A story is as believable as its truth.” I said uncovering myself to reveal the similar outfit the Mirkwood Elves wore.  I could hear from under the fishes, the dwarves complaining and groaning about the smell.  Bard gave one of the barrels a kick as he snarled.

“Quiet! We’re approaching the tollgate.” I looked ahead and there stood Laketown.  A city built on top of the Lake itself.  Long ago it provided to be the best trading post in the North.  Dealing with Dwarvish weapons, Elvish wine and clothing for merchants to take on their travels Westward.

I let out a soft groan as I felt another strike of a headache coming onto me.  Rubbing my forehead as I took some deep breaths.

“You okay?” Bard asked me, his face full of concern.

“Yes I’m fine. Just—had a bit of a go to with some rocks along the rapids near Thranduil’s palace. I’m fine though Bard just need a bit more healing.”

“Alright. But if it gets worse, come to me. I know I don’t have much but—”

“You’re already doing so much for me Bard. Just help us get through here, have their weapons ready and some transportation to the Lonely Mountain.” He nodded and soon we approached the tollgate where Percy’s voice proclaimed.

“Halt! Goods inspection! Papers please. Oh, it’s you Bard.” Next to Bard, Percy was also a reliable man.  A good heart, always willing to extended a helping hand, and was always a great judge of character.

“Morning Percy.” Bard greeted him.

“Anything to declare?” asked Percy.

“Nothing. But that I am cold and tired…and ready for home.” Bard said as he gave Percy his paper’s.

“You and me both.” Percy replied.  That’s when he took notice of me, “Uhh Bard. Who is the She-elf?” that’s when Bard whispered into his ear and his face gawked in wonder as he turned to me.  He greeted me with my Celestial greeting by circling over his heart before doing a straight line down his chest. I smiled and bowed my head at Percy.

He stamped Bard’s papers in approval and went to give them back giving him the all clear, however a hand gripped Bard’s papers and there stood none other than Alfrid Lickspittle himself.

“Not….so fast.” I narrowed my eyes at him.  “Consignment of empty barrels from the Woodland realm. Only….they’re not empty. Are they Bard? If I recall correctly you’re licensed as a bargeman not a fisherman.” Alfrid said as he walked onto the barge and picked up a fish from Bilbo’s barrel, and held the dead gaped mouth fish in Bard’s face.

“That’s none of your business.” Bard sneered lowly.

“Wrong. It’s the Master’s business, which makes it my business.”

“Oh come on, Alfrid have a heart. People need to eat.” Bard tried to reason with him however Alfrid being the greedy, sniveling worm he was ignored Bard’s statement.

“These fish are illegal.” Just how are fish illegal in this town? “Empty the barrels over the side.” He ordered to the guards.  That’s when his eyes finally set upon me.  “And what’s this? An injured Elf? Didn’t think you’d be so quick to shag her up Bard.” I growled lowly.  “She’s intruding on our lands. Take her and we’ll interrogate her in the Master’s Hall.” It was then a guard came up and forced me onto my feet and began dragging me away.

I squirmed and wriggled as best as I could but another strike of a splitting headache, this time I could hear someone whispering to me. Dark whispers telling me to kill the men around me.  I refused and was suddenly struck with pain, this time I felt it in my heart.

“Let her go can’t you see she’s been injured!?” Percy spoke up as more guards started to empty the barrels over the side.

“Not my problem. Take her away.”

“She comes from Thranduil’s realm. If he finds out we’ve worsened her condition, he’ll call for war.” Percy spoke up.  Alfrid turned to me and I looked to him, even through the pain my eyes glared at him.

“Let her go. But keep dumping the fish over.” I was dropped to the floors of the deck holding my chest in pain.  Percy came over and extended his hand out to me.  I took it and he helped me up and even placed his coat around me.  I nodded in thanks and he gave me a soft smile.

“Folk in this town are struggling. Times are hard, food is scarce.” Bard argued against the guards but keeping his cool as to not raise any suspicion.

“That’s not my problem.” Alfrid spoke again.

“And when the people hear the Master is dumping fish back in the lake. When the rioting starts. Will it be your problem then?” Well done Bard.  I softly smirked as I could sense Alfrid’s anxiety rise.  He raised his hand and ordered the guards to stop.

They placed the two barrels back with the others and walked off the barge.  

“Ever the people’s champion eh Bard? Protector of the common folk. You might have their favor now, bargeman. But it won’t last.” Alfrid sneered at Bard’s face who ignored his threat as he came over to Percy and I.

He wrapped his arms around me and guided me back to the barge and I laid back down onto the floor.  He covered me back up as Percy ordered the gates to be raised.

“The Master has his eye on you. You’d do well to remember: We know where you live.”

“It’s a small town Alfrid. Everyone knows where everyone lives.” Bard said as he rowed the barge into the city.

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[l-itraklies]

Little Elf Pt. 2

Pairing: Kili x Fem!reader, Fili x (Platonic) reader

Words- 621

Warnings- none

@tschrist1

Little Elf

Narrators POV.

Y/n quietly crept out of her room, holding her bag with an extra cloak and boots for the winter. She had stuffed as many weapons as possible in her robe and boots. She had a decorated dagger in a sheath tied to her hip. Meanwhile, the company waits outside the walls waiting for her. 

“Do you think the las will show?” Dwalin questioned impatiently

“She is leaving her home,” Bofur defended

“She signed the contract” Fili kidded

“She’ll be here,” Balin said, “just wait”

“So Kili,” Bifur said, “Where’s my coin”

(Back to Y/N)

She snuck into the stables, to one specific stall in the back. There stood her pony, Álváró, jet black the only thing she could see was the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. “Sshh-sh, it’s okay boy, it’s me.” she hummed while holding her hands up against his snout. She didn’t bother to grab the saddle or reins, she hopped on his bare back, with what little belongings she had, and rode through the palace gates where she met back up with the company.

“There she is!” Kili burst upon seeing her

Kili’s POV.

I was surprised she came, but not mad. She wore brown-fitting pants, a pale green blouse, and a grey corset that cinched around her waist, similar to the one she had worn earlier. A black flowy cloak hung from her shoulders and matching knee-high boots.

“Kili, KILI! Brother!” Fili half-whispered into my ear

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

Narrators POV.

The company got back on their ponies and began to make their way to their next stop. “Gandalf told us to head to the Shire, there we will find the last member of the company,” Balin explained to Y/N. “The Shire? Those are hobbits,” she explained, the rest of the company looked at her confused, “They are not fond of adventure.” Of course, Thorin didn’t listen to her, he mainly just huffed at her or completely ignored her existence. 

When the company found a spot far enough away from Lindon, they set all their things out and let their ponies rest.

“Who’s on the first watch?” Dwalin questioned

“Fili, Kili, and-” Thorin said, glancing at the company, “Y/n”

Fili and Kili let out enormous smiles, and Kili’s heart began to beat a bit faster. “What is it?” his brother said, Kili had a confused look on his face. “She is gorgeous,” Kili whispered, “like gold.”

The three walked out into the wood, Y/n and Kili had their bows drawn and Fili held twin daggers in his hands. They looked around for immediate threats, and when they decided it was clear they put their weapons down, but in close reach.

“What’s it like?” Fili asked, looking at his reflection in a small dagger

“Hm?” Y/n replied

“Being a princess,” Kili finished

“Tedious and dull,” she explained

“Hm,” Fili responded

“Why do you ask?” 

“My brother and I are the heirs to Erabor,” Kili explained

Suddenly, a raddle came from the bushes. Y/n and Kili quickly drew their bows, searching cautiously for the source of the sound. Fili stood up, with both daggers in hand. 

“Check everywhere!” a voice said

The voices steadily got closer, Fili and Kili shared looks, as if talking to each other. “What is happening?” Y/n demanded, the two looked at her almost scared. “Fili will go back to camp, you and I will follow them,” Kili said calmly,  with a smirk. Y/n stared at him, she shared the same mischievous smirk. Fili ran back to the camp, and Y/n climbed up the first tree she saw to follow Kili from above as they made their way toward the noise.

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[magravenwrites]

Requests are CLOSED!

Rules:

Please send in your request as an ask!

If you don't specify a pronoun, I will write fem!reader.

I will write character pairings as well as 'x reader'. Just let me know which pairing you want written/made.

Prompts can include song prompts, or be general prompts, but I ask for you to be as specific as you can, so I can try and write something you will like!

I will write for platonic relationships as well as love interests!

I will be accepting requests for moodboards, imagines and fics/oneshots.

I will write pretty much anything - fluff, angst, au's, crossovers and smut... 😉

I will also write for potentially triggering topics, relevant warnings will be included. I don't aim to romanticise these topics in any way, they are serious topics and will be treated as such.

You can find a list of fandoms and characters I write for below the cut.

If you would like to request something for another fandom or character that isn't listed, just send me an ask and I will do my best to complete it for you!

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Marina Thompson

Downton Abbey:

Matthew Crawley

Tom Branson

William Mason

Bertie Pelham

Henry Talbot

Thomas Barrow

John Bates

Atticus Aldridge

Mary Crawley

Edith Crawley

Sybil Crawley

Rose MacClare

Anna Bates

Lucy Smith

Grishaverse:

(I have not read the books yet, so works will be mainly based off the show)

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

The Darkling/General Aleksander Kirigan

Matthias Helvar

Malyen 'Mal' Oretsev

Inej Ghaffa

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Oliver Wood

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Young Lily Evans/Potter

Young Tom Riddle

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Annie Cresta

Marvel:

(I am not up-to-date on all Marvel films/series, so please bare with me)

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

T'Challa/Black Panther

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Drax

Dr Stephen Strange

Vision

Nick Fury

MJ

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Gamora

Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Alby

Minho

Gally

Chuck

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian X

Mr Tumnus

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Poison Study/Glass series:

Valek

Ari

Janco

Leif

Yelena

Opal

Iris

Pride and Prejudice:

Mr Darcy

Mr Bingley

Elizabeth Bennet

Jane Bennet

Sense and Sensibility:

Colonel Brandon

Edward Ferrars

Elinor Dashwood

Marianne Dashwood

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred

Finan

Sihrtic

Osferth

Aethelstan

Alfred

Aldhelm

Gisela

Stiorra

Thyra

Eadith

Aethelflead

Ealhswith

Throne of Glass:

(I have not read the last book yet so please bare with me)

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan

Lorcan

Celaena Sardothien-

-Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Asteria Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

Lord of the Rings:

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Boromir

Éomer

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Éowyn

The Hobbit:

Thorin

Balin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bofur

Thranduil

Bard

Tauriel

Poldark:

Ross Poldark

Francis Poldark

Drake Carne

Sam Carne

Jeffry Charles Poldark

Dwight Enys

George Warleggan

Demelsa

Caroline

Rosina

Elizabeth

Morwenna

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Gray

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

[lilxberry]

A Peaceful Night - Balin (Platonic)

Warnings: Fluff. Cute platonic crap. Tis all bro.

Words: 690

Pairings: Balin x Reader (Platonic) (father-daughter dynamics), Thorin’s Company x Reader (Platonic)

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Balin looked across the small opening the company had decided to set up their camp for the night, checking each and every member with a quick glance, that is, until his eyes landed upon you.

Balin cared deeply for you. He had seen you as the daughter he unfortunately never had. He would always fuss over whether you have eaten or if you have had enough rest. All he wanted was to ensure you were safe and well.

“Yer’ worse than a mother fussin’ over their child.” Dwalin grunted towards his brother, causing Balin to scoff softly and take his eyes away from where you sat with Bofur and the young princes’.

“I just look out for the young lass, is all.” Dwalin rolled his eyes and slapped a hearty hand down on to his shoulder.

“Ye’ care too deeply for the lass. I’m surprised she ain’t call ye’ out in frustrastion.”

Balin sighed. He knew his brother was right, but he couldn’t help himself. He knew he would feel a tremendous amount of guilt if anything were to happen to you. A short and quiet chuckle passed Dwalins lips as he patted his shoulder one last time before heading over to grab himself a bowl of the stew Bombur had cooked for that night, the others soon following to grab their own.

You waited for the others to obtain their meal first, knowing how rowdy they can get when all in close proximity. You quickly fixed yourself up a small bowl before turning and scanning the logs surrounding the firepit. You spotted a free seat beside your favourite dwarf and plonked yourself right at his side with a beaming smile.

“Hello Master Balin, you don’t mind if I sit with you, do ya?”

Balin returned your smile with a kind one of his own. “Of course not dear.” He looked down towards your bowl and a frown took over his face. “Are you sure there’s enough in that bowl for ya lass?”

You smiled as his caring and compassionate side reared itself one more. “There’s plenty for me. Bombur’s cooking always fills me quickly. Besides, there was surprisingly a lot left so I could always go and get more if I’m still hungry.”

“Alright lass, if you’re sure.” He seemed hesitant with his words but decided to push no further.

You two sat in a comfortable silence, eating your food and occasionally joining in with the laughter of one of their jokes.

You finished your final spoonful and sighed happily. The meal had definitely filled you up. “The food was amazing yet again, Bombur.”

He smiled at your compliment before focusing back on to his food. You giggled at his actions and stood, stretching your arms and legs before re-joining Balin at his side. “It’s a wonderful night, don’t you think?”

Balin turned his head towards you, quickly finishing his own food off. “Aye, indeed it is lass.”

“Balin, can I ask you something?” You spoke, still looking out towards your surroundings.

“Of course, my dear.”

“Well, I was just wondering, could you teach me more of Dwarven culture? I would sure like to know more about the wonderful people I travel with.”

He smiled his usual kind smile and gently patted your back. “I’d love to Y/N.”

You turned and beamed towards him. “Would you really?” He nodded in response and your felt over the moon. You quickly engulfed him into a hug repeatedly thanking him whilst he chuckled.

“I’ll start telling ya tomorrow. For now, let’s enjoy a peaceful night.”

You nodded your head and leant it against his shoulder. The both of you watched the rest of the company silently, content within being in each other’s presence, Balins’ head rested upon yours. Dwalin and Thorin shared a glance between each other, small smiles playing at their lips for they watched the fatherly figure looking content with the young woman he saw as his own.

They knew Balin now saw you truly as his daughter and knew that no matter what the cost, Balin would continue to watch over you like a proud father protecting his young.

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Balin is the kind of character that you just never wanna see sad, yanno

He like a sweet old grampa bro like I love his so much

He my favourite heheheh

Anwho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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[ilovedainironfoot]

Hello my favorit dwarf.

The new reqest idea is so sweet ☺ can I reqest for 4 and Ori please

Glad you like it \*o*/

Ori x Reader ( platonic/friend)

4-“I miss moments like this more than anything.”

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"I miss moments like this more than anything." you mumble while collapsing on the dirty wet ground, muddy by the rain which does not stop falling since this morning.

"Moments like this ?" Ori grumbles softly beside you, dropping heavily as you do, stretching his legs sore from the long day's walk

The lure of adventure was your greatest motivation for joining Thorin's Company, but a carefree and naive part of you never thought for a moment that you would lose the ponies along the way ThAnKs You VeRy MucH FilI And KiLI I HaTe BoTh Of You and have to walk the rest of the way. With the bags on the back. None of the dwarves wanted to get rid of the extra stuff and in the end Bifur and Dwalin gave you THREE extra bags, in addition to yours, to carry. For a week the whole company had been walking from morning to night, from the first light of dawn until night fell. Your feet ended up bleeding after the third day, your shoes not at all adapted to this kind of rhythm. Not to mention your muscles that were just begging for a break and to die easy.

Ori wasn't doing well either. The young dwarf confided to you, the evening of the second day, that he had to insist with Dori to be able to carry his own bags:

"I'm not a kid anymore and I have to prove myself!" he grumbled "Dori has a lot of trouble with that!"

Double punishment for him because in the slightest sign of exhaustion on his part, everyone knew that Dori was going to throw himself on him to unload his bags and carry everything for him, whether Ori agreed or not. He was obliged to be careful.

"Yes, moments like this." you make a vague gesture towards the other dwarves, Gandalf and Bilbo, your body still lying on the filthy ground.

Ori follows your gesture with his eyes and after a while, a tired smile appears on his face :

"Aye...i think I understand..."

Gloin sings softly, his expert hands making the fire appear in the middle of the camp and very quickly Bofur starts to sing with him while preparing the pot and next to them Bombur cuts and slices the food to the rhythm of the song. Oin and Bifur take care of poor, rain-chilled Bilbo, offering him their own clothes that are warmer than his Hobbit vest. Dori, Balin and Nori are chatting a bit in their corner, enjoying every second of rest they have between now and daybreak. Dwalin, Thorin and Gandalf are once again bickering about the road ahead. Fili and kili are already asleep.

What about you? At the edge of the sleep you turn the head towards Ori and you sketch a weak smile. Already the pen and the paper in hand, the scribe had already begun a sketch of the campfire.

"I don't believe it !" you laugh "Even at death's door you would find the strength to write!"

"Just because you just made fun of me, you won't be in my drawing."

"What ? That's unfair !!! Your sketch will be perfect only if I am in it !"you protest, falsely outraged

Ori tries to contain a laugh: "Mmmmh sure if I drew you, with your exhausted face and your vile clothes you would elevate the beauty of others by your condition !"

For ten minutes both of you sent jokes to each other, outbidding each other, sending the worst nasty things to your faces. It was one of the things that made you and Ori the best friends in the world in the Company. He was one of the only ones to understand your humor and, miraculously enough, not to be offended, insulted, hurt by your words like the rest of the dwarves (Gandalf had more than once saved your life, so stop sulking Mr. Dwalin, it's the humor of Y/N, you'll have to get used to it).

Reaching a point where tears of laughter were rolling down his cheeks, Ori managed to articulate : "Why are you still going on about it, you know I'm going to win anyway!"

"Oh yeah? And why so? I'm going to make you swallow your repartee!"

"Because I have Dori on my side!" he exclaims with a smile up to his ears

It's true that "mama Dori" is never far away and that a wrong word would attract his wrath.

"I'm NoT a KiD AnYmOrE AnD I HaVe To ProVE MySelf !!" you say, imitating Ori's voice "And Dori is no match for Gandalf! Because Gandalf is on my side!"

"ABSOLUTLY NOT, MY DEAR Y/N !" shouts the wizard from the other end of the camp

Ori is close to running out of air so much he is collapsed of laughter.

REQUEST RULE :)

#the hobbit #ori #and i'm your favorite dwarf <3

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You'll Outlive Her-Thorin Oakenshield x Reader x Company (Part 2)

(GIF credit to @damon-salvatore​)

Part 1

Masterlist

Tags: @andineversawyoucoming

Summary: Although Thorin keeps telling himself that the only love he has for (Y/N) is platonic, Balin can see that he is lying to himself. The company have not so subtly started to baby (Y/N), something which is starting to get on her nerves.

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader, Bilbo Baggins x Reader (platonic), Gandalf x Reader (platonic), Company x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arguing, violence/fighting with weapons, blood, death, fluff

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The company pressed on with their journey, riding through different terrains and weather, their minds trying to get used to this perilous trek. There was no more talk of age, however, there had been a shift in dynamics within the group. (Y/N) couldn't put her finger on it at first; she noticed the men riding closer to her, more of them were sleeping beside her, with some of them even staying awake for longer to patrol their new campsite. Soon it clicked what was going on, and she wasn't happy about it.

In one way, it was touching that they cared so much for her after only knowing her for a short time. They meant no harm by it, they were looking out for their new friend, it had become a habit for them. However, there were some bad habits that needed to be stopped, and this was one of them. (Y/N) would always volunteer to check out the new areas for their campsite, followed by a round of protests, or the dwarves saying that at least four of them should go with her. She had always been able to climb onto her horse, now she was practically lifted onto it almost every time. It was getting to be far too much.

Surprisingly, Bilbo hadn’t been the worse. His worrying nature wasn’t heightened after he heard of her lifespan. Although it had come as a shock, he was able to recognise that look in her eyes; she was a strong, independent and smart woman, and she wasn’t being seen like that anymore. He obviously wasn’t a skilled Hobbit himself (not in fighting or surviving the great outdoors anyway), he knew how it felt to have these men look at you as weaker. Bilbo could see that it wasn’t out of spite towards (Y/N). Though that didn’t make it any less upsetting to her.

“For the last time, I am able to chop wood for the fire!” (Y/N) exclaimed to Fili as he took the axe away from her.

“We’ve had a long day, I will do it.” He answered smiling back at her.

“Yes, we have had a long day. So you’re probably just as exhausted as I am.”

Bilbo had been listening, quickly stepping in before (Y/N) chopped off something else with the axe.“Um, (Y/N)!”

He almost jumped back when he saw the enraged expression on her face.

“I...Sorry, I just need help with the, the...the uh...horses. Please.”

(Y/N) glanced back at Fili, huffing loudly as she stormed away. Bilbo followed after her, keeping his distance in case she had anymore weapons hidden away. Although there wasn’t a massive difference in height, Bilbo still had a hard time keeping up with her long strides. She abruptly stopped, spinning around to face the hobbit, who had to refrain from yelping. They stared at each other for a few seconds, the uneasiness building.

“Bilbo, what did you need help with?” (Y/N) suddenly snapped.

“Oh!” Bilbo remembered.“They....they need to be tied up properly.”

(Y/N) tugged on the reins, making sure they secure before turning back to Bilbo.“They’re fine. Has someone said something to you to make you doubt yourself?” 

“No. I just thought I would stop an argument before it began...between you and Fili.”

(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest as she sighed.“I appreciate that Bilbo but I can stand up for myself.”

“I know you can.”

“No, you don’t understand....wait, did you just agree with me?”

“Yes. I’ve noticed how much the others have been upsetting you. Though I promise that they aren’t doing it to make you feel inferior in any way.”

“I know. But they’ve only started treating me like this since finding out that I don’t live as long as they do. Which doesn’t make any sense, because they aren’t immortal.”

“Perhaps if you sit them all down, they will listen to you. You can try to get them to understand.”

(Y/N) thought about it.“That might work.”

“Yes, yes, let’s all gather around the fire, and we’ll talk about it as a group.”

(Y/N) followed Bilbo as he led them to the rest of the company, all of them watching as the pair approached. She was beginning to feel conscious about herself, trying to come up with the words that truly expressed how she was feeling. She had done this for the past few nights, when tossing and turning as she thought of what she could say to make them all understand. Now that the time was here, (Y/N) seemed to be speechless.

“What’s wrong?” Balin asked, starting the conversation.

“Wrong? Nothing is wrong per say, I mean there is something but-” Bilbo tried to ease (Y/N) in, though it was clear that he wasn’t helping.

(Y/N) interrupted.“I want to talk to you all about how you have been treating me.”

“It’s alright, you don’t have to thank us.” Ori smiled, not meaning to come off as rude.

“Thank you? You think I’m about to thank you?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, shocking them all.

“The boy meant no harm by it.” Dori tried to defend Ori.

“But that’s the thing, you are harming me! You all hurt me every time you treat me like some delicate princess, who-who-who is made of glass, and I’m going to shatter at any given moment if not looked after. It’s infuriating!” She was shouting, a raging fire burning in her eyes.

Gloin stood up quickly.“There’s no need to raise your voice at us, we’re only trying to protect you.” 

“See? You’re not even listening now. You’ve all seen me practicing with a sword, you know I can handle a weapon and anyone who dares attack me. Yet all you do is baby me. I don’t need someone to help me onto my horse, I don’t need someone to build a fire for me, I don’t need someone to chop up wood for the fire!”

“Well, that doesn’t sound very grateful!” Oin piped up, grasping into the conversation. 

(Y/N) groaned.“None of you are getting it! I appreciate the idea of you all looking after me, but not like this.”

She was met with blank stares which only made her more angry. For the second time that day, (Y/N) left the argument, disappearing into the woods. When the others called out to her she only yelled back at them.

“Can you just leave me alone for one minute?!”

The company were taken back by the outburst, feeling guilty as they reflected on their actions. Thorin had not been in the immediate circle of people, standing off to the side as he watched the young woman reveal her feelings. The dwarves were deep in thought, giving Thorin a chance to easily slip away. He was running, making sure he was heading in the right direction, seeing flashes of her body through the dense wood. They were in the mountains, and as the edge of the woods was in sight, he saw (Y/N) standing on a ledge, looking out at the sun quickly disappearing behind the mountains in the distance.

Her shoulders slumped down.“Thorin, I’m really not in the mood to talk anymore.”

He noticed the shakiness in her voice, deciding to slowly walk towards her.“I know. But even the most skilled fighter needs someone to keep an eye out for them.”

She saw him stand beside her in her peripheral vision.“They aren’t listening to me.”

“They have a deep love for you. It has developed very quickly, hence why they are acting like such fools.”

“Fools?” 

Thorin took a deep breath, looking over the landscape before him.“That is what I said.”

“So you agree with me?”

“Yes.” he simply said.

(Y/N) hadn’t had many conversations with Thorin. He wasn’t a man of many words. But sometimes she wanted to. The others spoke to her (even though they were in the bad books), it would be nice to make a real connection with him. Thorin was a legend, he was courageous, knew how to be a leader. She admired him. It was at this point (Y/N) had realised that she had turned to look at him, and was staring for a tad too long at this point. Embarrassingly, the blood was rushing to her cheeks, and she hoped that the last light of the day didn’t show it. 

Thorin had felt her eyes on him, and how desperate he had been to look into them. He knew he would be captivated, he would have been reluctant to look away. But judging by her body language, she had become nervous. The corners of his lips twitched up into a barely visible smile; however, there was a thought buried deep in his mind, telling him to not fall for this woman.

“I could have handled it better, don’t you think?” (Y/N) questioned, brave enough to face him.

Thorin still looked into the distance.“You were going to burst if you didn’t say something soon.”

“Wait, so you could see that I was upset?”

“Well, yes, I’m not like the others. I could see how it effected you.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

He was stumped, wondering how the dreamy atmosphere had disappeared. Now he looked at her, the furious expression back again.“It wasn’t my place to say-”

“If a member of your company has a problem, shouldn’t you try to fix it?”

“As I said, I wouldn’t interfere-”

“But it could have caused a bigger problem-”

“Let me finish speaking!” Thorin’s voice boomed, causing birds in a nearby tree to fly away.

(Y/N) realised how worked up she was getting again, actually thankful that he had put her in his place. She mumbled,“Sorry, I know you’re just trying to help me.”

“No, I am sorry, I did not need to raise my voice like that.”

The conversation paused. Thorin was waiting to ensure that it was alright for him to continue.

“This quest is no easy task. We all knew what we were signing up for after reading through those contracts. I only wanted people that would be dedicated, I needed the passion and need from my company to know that they weren’t only here for the potential riches. I know many of these men, so I trust who they think should come along. Gandalf recruited you and the Hobbit, and although I was hesitant, I knew he had chosen you both for a reason. You proved your worth way before Bilbo.”

(Y/N) smiled, memories of poor Bilbo trying to keep up with the rest of the company who were used to this lifestyle.

Thorin continued.“They don’t mean anything by it, their actions I mean, you understand that. But this quest is weighing down on us, and we need to stick together in order to survive it.”

“I am able to protect them too though.”

“I’m sure that if you turned back now, you would receive many apologies.”

She shook her head.“No, I don’t want to go back yet. It’s nice out here.”

“Then if you don’t mind, may I stay with you?”

(Y/N) and Thorin had each thought the other would want silence after that. They were wrong. Somehow, they lulled into another conversation, (Y/N) wondering what life was like when Thorin was living as a prince, and how he stayed motivated to look after his people. He too had questions, not about her past, but her future. (Y/N) was never one for thinking that far ahead, it was her way of life, she was used to moving around. After Thorin asked, she was trying to come up with an answer. She was never opposed to the idea of having one place to stay, sometimes that’s what she dreamt about, perhaps this quest would lead her to the right place. Thorin was pleased with that answer, immediately having images of her beside him, wondering how she would feel about wearing a gown. 

The next morning, all tension had disappeared. Thorin had unfortunately ended their time together, knowing that the company would be waiting for her return. He was right about them apologising, and (Y/N) did the same, knowing she hadn’t gone around it the right way. They continued on their journey, with their spirits high and wide smiles on everyone’s faces. 

With everyone chatting away, the day quickly passed by, now becoming late afternoon. It seemed that it was going to be another easy day, one of the few left before they started to cross over into dangerous territory. They wouldn’t admit it, but their guards were down, they weren’t as alert, otherwise they would have noticed the people watching them as they stopped by a large stream to collect more water and rest.

“Sh! Someone’s close.” Thorin hushed everyone, hand on the hilt of his sword, everyone copying with their own weapons.

“Thorin Oakenshield, I presume?” another voice called out as five humans emerged from the depths of the wood.

Now everyone was prepared for a fight, weapons drawn at the ready.

“Oh good, we are in the right place boys.”

Thorin stepped forward, but stopped as (Y/N)’s hand shot out. She shook her head at him, cautiously walking forward herself. 

“What do you want from us?” she confidently said.

“They’ve got a girl dwarf with them!” another idiot said.

The main man laughed with them.“No, she’s not a dwarf. I’ve seen their women, and believe me, they are ugly looking things. It’s actually hard to tell them apart from the men.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at their obnoxious cackling.“There’s more of us than you. Leave now, there doesn’t need to be a fight.”

“What’s a human doing joining a travelling around with a band of grumpy dwarves, a wizard and...is that a hobbit?”

“That’s none of your business. Leave.”

“There’s a hefty price for the king of dwarves. I would like to gain it.”

“You won’t be gaining anything less than a bruised eye if you keep talking.”

“I’ve had enough of this talk,” he reached behind him, pulling two axes out from behind his back,“I will take him with or without blood.”

“You heard the lass,” Bofur shouted,“you’re outnumbered!”

“Oh, are we?”

Six more men emerged from the shadows, all possessing multiple weapons that were at least twice the size of their own. Panicked heads whipped around to figure out their plan. The company still had four more on the humans, but their weapons and fighting skills could hugely effect how this ended. Fighting stances at the ready, the groups waited for someone to attack first.

Impatient with standing around, (Y/N) lunged forward at the closest human, screaming out as she raised her sword at him. The others followed suit, disturbing the peaceful surroundings. (Y/N) had been underestimated by the humans, the thought she would be easy to hold off; however, she was quick to prove them wrong, able to throw out every attack move possible as they struggled to defend themselves.

Thorin had to keep himself focused, but caught glimpses of (Y/N) fighting. She was somehow majestic, as if she were dancing (though with a sword and the music was the cries of pain from whom she attacked). They were doing just fine, they had the advantage of more numbers and a wizard on their side. However, he got too arrogant as he chopped down another human, slicing the back of their knees before stabbing them through the back; and it seemed he wasn't the only one.

(Y/N) cried out as her arm was sliced, instantly clutching onto it as blood began to trickle down to her hand. Although she had only dropped her guard for a second, she was already being attacked again. It wasn't as if she had never been in this situation, but this man was strong.

"(Y/N)!" Thorin yelled.

He barged through anyone that got in his way. Balin's eyes widened at the sight, it was as if they were in the war again, he hadn't seen that fury behind Thorin's eyes for a long time. And he wasn't rushing to save her because she was a friend, there was a deeper meaning behind his actions.

As the human pushed (Y/N) to the ground, she quickly held up her sword, blocking his attack. He was about to repeat himself and jump onto her so she couldn't escape, but was tackled off of her. She gasped, flinching when Thorin swiftly killed the man without him even putting up a fight. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her shocked expression, thinking nothing of it.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he scrambled towards her.

(Y/N) found it hard to form any words."Y-yes, the just cut my arm."

Thorin gently held it, inspecting the wound amongst the chaos around them."It's deep, we'll have to treat it soon."

"Um, Thorin-"

"We need to get you out of harms way."

"Thorin! The others need our help!"

Thorin blinked before realising he had stopped fighting. Looking back at his company before helping (Y/N) to her feet. They charged beside each other, somehow thinking the same thing as they rushed to Nori's aid. The humans that were still alive saw the pair, and were terrified. Those that had an easy getaway took it, sprinting away as the company cheered. Everyone looked around them, realising that the fighting had suddenly stopped.

"Lass, your arm." Bofur pointed at her.

"Don't worry, that's the only cut they got on me." (Y/N) smiled.

"We must keep moving, there's people after Thorin, and there could be more nearby." Gandalf called out, already heading towards his horse.

"Prepare to leave. And someone tend to (Y/N)'s arm." Thorin ordered.

Her arm throbbed as they continued riding. It wasn't the worst injury she had, nor was it life threatening. But the thing really bothering her was her rapid, beating heart.

It hadn't stopped feeling like this since Thorin came to her rescue. It was that same feeling she had when they had spoke the night before. Why had he run to her like that? She wasn't in that much trouble, and he definitely wasn't the closest person to her. And the way he had called out her name, the desperation, the urgency, she had never heard anything like it. It was plaguing her mind, and although she wanted answers as to why he did that, she was too scared to ask. Perhaps she was thinking too much into it, maybe she had hit her head on the ground and had imagined that look on his face; the look she imagined damsels in distress wished to see when their prince came to save them.

It was another night spent resting, meaning another day was gone from the journey. They were becoming the same now; find a safe looking area, set up whilst others patrol, light the fire, cook the food and decide who's turn it is to stay awake whilst the others reted before switching throughout the night. It was decided that (Y/N) would stay up first, and as soon as that was said, Thorin volunteered himself. He made up the excuse that he was the reason they had been attacked, meaning the others should rest up. No one objected.

Balin grabbed Thorin's arm as he followed after (Y/N)."I hope you're not going for any other purpose than to patrol the area."

"We spoke of this." Thorin sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, we did. Remember what we said."

Thorin went after (Y/N), wishing that Balin hadn't reminded him of his fear. It was true, she wouldn't live forever, and there was nothing that could be done to change it, not that he knew of anyway. Perhaps Gandalf knew something that could make her live as long as him, he would ask, change the story so it wasn't obvious who it was about.

The pair were mostly silent as they patrolled the area, making a full circle of the camp before the sat on a fallen tree trunk.

"(Y/N)-"

"Thorin-"

They spoke at the same time, quietly laughing at each other.

"Please, you first my lady." Thorin insisted.

"My lady? You've never called me that before."

"Have I not? My apologies."

"There is not need to apologise. I am not a lady, not in the sense that you speak of anyway."

"It is a force of habit."

"You have been around many ladies then, I presume?"

He chuckled."No, I've been on the battlefield more than I have spoken to a woman."

"You're speaking to me."

"That I am."

"Thorin, I wanted to ask you why you rescued me like that today."

"Like what?"

"I don't know how to explain it. There was something about how you ran towards me. It was as if I was going to be struck dead there and then, or as if I were a close family member that you loved. Although I am truly thankful, I just...you frightened the man attacking me with just a look in your eyes. "

He couldn't bear to look at her, worried that he would be distracted by her dazzling eyes."I have never felt panic like that since...since I saw my grandfather be killed. This is to do with what I wanted to speak to you about."

(Y/N)'s heart was racing again.

"I have been warned not to fall for you. It is clear that my heart will be broken if I were to ever love you. But it's too late."

"Thorin, what are you saying?"

He glanced up at her, relieved to see her smiling slightly.

"I am saying that...I have never been interested in finding that person everyone longs to find. My life has been full of misery. All I have known is battle, death, and having to look after my people. On this quest, I was supposed to find my home, return my people to their rightful place. I did not intend to find a woman along the way."

"But I'm a human. Why would you fall for me?"

"It has nothing to do with what either of us are. You are like no other woman I have met before."

They were brave enough to face each other, not realising that their faces were getting closer together until their noses brushed. There was no more panic, no more hesitation as they gently kissed each other. It was a sweet, calm kiss. They pulled away, but stayed close, eyes locking before leaning in again. (Y/N) hadn't expected this to be so easy, she was kissing Thorin! His mind was screaming too, ignoring everything Balin had said.

"Thorin, are you sure about this?" (Y/N) whispered.

"Yes." he smiled, and it was the most handsome (Y/N) had ever seen him.

"But, this journey, what if-"

"We'll figure it out."

She couldn't say anything else, he was too happy, and he was happy because of her. Although this was a pleasant surprise, she knew the complications ahead. The biggest one being that she was a human and he was a drawf, he was royalty, she wasn't. The judgement they would face scared her. But as he kissed her again, she seemed to find it hard to point these problems out. It could wait for another time, they had plenty more days on the quest.

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THE HEIR'S CURSE (Part II/?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end 😆

Pairing: Fíli x Reader, eventually Kíli x Reader

Genre: angst w/ fluffy moments

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Requested by: @crispykittywitch

The heir's curse: ———

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings:

A/N: this is a mess at so many levels but hey I did proofreading this time, so enjoy a not-so-badly written part <3

Part I

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"Princess Y/n and prince Fíli!" A thunderous voice announced as Fíli and I stepped into the enormous halls with all eyes on us.

"Don't stop until we reach the dining table." The golden haired dwarf subtly muttered, strolling through the crowd with my hand holding onto his forearm.

"I wasn't planning on it." I replied, presenting a smile to the dwarven kin of Erebor and occasionally bowing. "Honestly," once in our destination, we spotted Kíli, who joyfully waved at us, and sat down by his side, "I don't see how we'll be able to leave."

"I'll think about something." Right after he assured me that, I felt a tap on my shoulder and, given that Fíli spun his head, I figured his attention was requested too. "Ma'am."

"Mother." We said these words simultaneously.

"My dears, you forgot about the opening dance." Fíli and I shared an equally horrified look. "Given that you are the center of the celebration, the tradition requires you to—"

"We did not forget, ma'am." He spared her a polite smile before continuing, "but I'm in fact a terrible dancer and–"

"A liar, that's what you are." Though the blond one had his back facing his brother, I was sure Kíli could feel the murderous energy he triggered in his brother. "He's a great dancer," his brown eyes traveled from me to my mother and viceversa, his grin growing wider at my horrified look. "he's just shy sometimes," to take the tease to a whole other level, he nudged his brother's back way stronger than necessary. "right Fí?"

Before the older prince attempted to murder his own brother in front of his future mother-in-law, I jolted up and pulled his hand, dragging him to the improvised dancehall.

I spun around to stand face-to-face with him, which made my dress's skirt fly, drawing a beautiful fan around my legs before abruptly coming to a stop. "Tell me you're actually a good dancer." I begged in low voice.

"Well–" Before he could let out another word, the music started playing.

Oh boy, was he a good dancer.

I barely had to move by myself, he did all the work; spinning me, sweeping me off my feet, guiding my feet and leading me by my hands, and I was sure he was making it look finesse and effortless.

At some point the melody changed to something more lighthearted and less regal, and we started to actually have fun while we danced. We laughed, exaggerated the moves, made faces; we even intentionally bumped each other attempting to make the other lose their balance.

The latter resulted on me tripping and Fíli's arms steadying me against his chest with a smug smile that turned into a chuckle when I smacked his chest.

The party began to be enjoyable, and since I didn't know how long would that last, I was resolved to make the best of it.

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FÍLI'S P. O. V.

I finally managed to get rid of the nosy dwarves that had been interrogating me for the last ten minutes and made my way to my intended, who I found sat across the hall, by the table which was basically deserted aside from a couple of blackout drunk dwarves.

Seeing them made me realize how long the party had gone on already —probably around half a day, maybe more.

"I'm so sorry." I halfheartedly apologized to a very tired-looking Y/n, who vaguely dismissed me with a shake of her head. "I really hoped I would have you out of here by now."

"It's alright." She gave me a small smile whilst getting up and grasped both my hands, taking a look around us. "Plus, it was expected that your uncle and my mother would have us stay for as long as possible."

"At least they could let us be together." I grumbled, looking over my shoulders to make sure no one attempted to disturb our brief break. "Since the dance I barely spent three minutes with you."

"Royal duties suck." She whispered under her breath, only loud enough for my ears to caught on it. "Do you think it's their way to stop us from fleeing the celebration?"

"Could be." Both of our eyes were directed to our previously mentioned relatives and arrangers of the union, who were now chatting. "It's a good strategy."

"I hate that it's actually working." letting go of one of her hands to stroke my mustache whilst trying to find a way to escape the party. "Where did your mind go now?" Just when I was about to reply, her eyes fixed on something behind me, or rather someone. "Oh shit."

I peeked over my shoulder to see Balin approaching us side by side with one of Y/n's direct relatives. "C'mon now..."

"I think the break is over." Her eyes didn't leave the now expected intruders, nor did mine.

"Y/n!" She put up her best smile once more and let go of my hand to walk towards them. "let me introduce you to my cousin Balin."

"I didn't have the chance to congratulate you, lass." I heard the old dwarf's words getting lost in the loud noise of the crowded halls as I walked away in search of Kíli.

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

I made a beeline to Y/n practically jogging and, in the blink of an eye, I had her hand in mine and was pulling her away from the people and out of the halls. I heard her little squeal of surprise followed by Balin yelling my name, but I didn't stop until we were far enough from the entrance to avoid the guests' eyes.

"Did you just steal me away?" She rhetorically inquired, looking at me quite puzzled as I checked no one came after us. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that?"

"Fíli begged me to drag you out of the party."

"You took it to the T." She teased with her arms folded over her chest.

"It worked, didn't it?" She silently agreed and I beamed proudly. "I'm your hero, huh?"

Y/n snorted. "Am I not the one supposed to say that?"

"I did it so you didn't have to." I extended my arm in a way that was prompting Y/n to walk into another corridor. "I'm going to escort you to your chambers, to make sure you don't fall asleep on your way there."

She gave me an eye roll followed by a breathy laugh, and we began our late night trip to her room. I hadn't told her we were taking the long way, but I figured she would catch on that by herself since Fíli had given her a tour a day before.

We were halfway through, walking in silence after some chitchat and bickering, when I detected a restrained yawn through my side view. "In a scale of one to ten, how tired are you?" I questioned.

"A ten and a half maybe?" She half smiled and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Dwarven celebrations exhaust me."

"They exhaust anyone who's not drinking." I pointed out, having my eyes wander around, stopping on anything and everything in our walk, but on her . "Fíli is not a fan either, but he knows this one was necessary."

"Is it, though?" She inquired with her brows raised and her face slightly turned to stare at me.

"Well, I suppose it is. it's your welcoming to Erebor," I obliged myself to look at her, just for an instant, and then averting my gaze once more as I said my next words. "And it's also meant to celebrate that my brother would soon join you in marriage."

"Ugh, please," she leaned her head back, spitting a mix of a groan and a whine up to the air "do not remind me of that."

"Why?" I stopped dead in my tracks, and caused her to do so, too. "Are you displeased with my brother?"

"No!" her eyes widened as she vehemently shook her head no. "Not at all, he's caring, good at heart and fun to be around," she walked to the outer side of the terrace we had been walking through and rested her elbows on the edge. "but things feel rushed and... Rather forced."

"If it's because of the party," I followed her steps and installed myself besides her, "It doesn't mean much, feel no pressure." Now the tables had turned; my eyes observed her form and hers were focused on what was before us. "If you ever wish to break the arrangement, it will be done, Fíli would say so too."

Her lips pursed into a thin line "I always thought that when I married, it would be for love and not for my Kingdom." I then looked down wondering what should I say to her. "I may sound selfish but... That should be my sister's duty. She's the heiress, for better or worse, and I'm just—"

My mouth moved before I could think my words. "A younger sister who wasn't supposed to carry the weight of a union?"

Silence.

"At least he's handsome." we both shared a look before snorting at the comment. "I think I like him, but I don't love him, and I can't tell if I ever will." She opened her mouth like a fish out of water "Mahal, can you imagine how that'd be?"

I heard the fear in her last sentences, even if she hadn't explicitly stated that she dreaded the mere idea of not being able to love her husband-to-be.

"You'll come to love him." I tried to reassure her.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"I hope you're right." Another yawn escaped her lips, making her eyes squint. "I'm really tired, so I will leave you now."

"Do you know how to reach your chambers?" She nodded and so did I, in response. "Sleep well, my lady."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, my princess." she glared at me and a mischievous grin twitched the corners of my lips, my brows wiggling at her in a taunting manner.

"That didn't sound as smooth as you think." My gesture eased her gaze and triggered a small smile out of amusement. "You're so cheeky."

"That's what ladies love about me." A wink directed at Y/n accompanied my sentence, though my eyes soon drifted away from hers to lose in the vastness of the landscape once more.

What a pity that it wasn't as mesmerizing as the princess besides me.

"Thank you for the walk, Kíli." she got a grip on my forearm and planted a slow, careful, chaste kiss on my cheek.

Despite being merely a platonic gesture, I felt my heart speeding up.

My first instinct was to spin my head and try to capture her lips. Due to my quicktemper, I almost couldn't stop myself, but I succeeded just when our lips were mere inches apart.

Her grip tightened and her eyes went from my eyes, to my lips, and back.

"Goodnight, Kíli." she murmured under her breath, slowly loosening the grip and letting her hand fall down my arm, stopping to ghost over my fingers, but quickly retrieving.

I stood there alone for a moment, and I found myself lightly caressing the cheek Y/n had placed a kiss on with my fingertips.

My heart sped up again.

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