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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 months

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🌙 Hi!! Can I please have a Tolkien, Harry Potter, Marvel and a Star Wars romantic matchup?? Thank You! (and forgive me if I make a mistake in the writing, I'm not fluent in english yet♡)

I'm pansexual and genderfluid, that uses all the pronouns.

I'm a brazilian, my house is Slytherin (but I have LOTS of Ravenclaw qualities), my sign is Leo and MBTI is INTJ. I have tan skin, dimples, brown eyes, straight black hair that goes below my waist and bangs. About my body, I think what stands out the most are the really thick thighs and the hands and feet that are really small. I wear glasses (I have astigmatism and myopia, my grade is VERY high); where i live is SO hot but i really like to wear sweats and pants so sometimes it's kind of hard but i think i wear any kind of clothes? I like to experiment with new styles and I really want to dye my hair but I didn't have the opportunity; I'm absolutely addicted to wearing necklaces, bracelets and especially rings, I'm always wearing several.

I have a quiet, observant, sarcastic and motherly personality, although from a distance it seems that I will be rude to you, I will actually be very calm and give you soft smiles. I can get stressed out easily but I don't show anything but glare, and above all I NEVER raise my voice, even in a fight the only thing I'm going to do is keep my voice calm with a firm, authoritative tone. I LOVE protecting and caring for people and listening to them talk about what they like, I always give them my FULLY attention. My love language is 100% touch, I am always touching the people I like and care about. Another thing is that I'm not a submissive person in a relationship, like NO, AT ALL; and i absolutely hate going into water, like, sea, pools, lake, I don't know how to swim and I panic.

I'm completely in love with all kinds of art, especially dancing (I'm ALWAYS dancing while listening to music, which is pretty much all day long) and drawing/painting (sometimes I end up doing a whole drawing and not even realize it). I love reading and I always have a book with me, physical or digital. I love animals, I have cats, dogs, parrots, turtles and cockatiels, and I would give my life for them all without a second thought. Oh, I also love anything horror related with passion and bake, most of the time I don't even eat, I just bake and give it to people because I love it when they say they like what I made.

Thank you so much for requesting a matchup! I hope you like it! (And I have a turtle too! His name is Turbo) <333

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Tolkien;

Thranduil:

🦌 You met Thranduil with the Company, the Elf King was immediately awestruck, he had never really seen anyone quite like you, like an deity; instead of throwing you in a cell, he went and asked your questions

🦌 The questions about your reasons of being with the Dwarves slowly bubbled into asking you about your hobbies and interests; even though you were a bit wary of the King, you told him that you were a huge baking fan and loved to dance and listen to music

🦌 This interested the King, he was almost tempted to ask you to ditch the Company and throw a ball, he wanted the chance to ask you to dance; but before he had the chance to say or do anything, the next morning you and the Company were gone

🦌 You saw Thranduil again during the battle, helping him with the orcs came a bit too close, you and the Elf King fought side by side, back to back; together you were unstoppable

🦌 In the end of the battle, when all orcs were dead and gone, Thranduil asked if you wanted to stay with him in his kingdom, and of course, you said yes; only then did Thranduil told you about his love for you, and only a few weeks later did you become a ruler beside him

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Harry Potter;

Lucius Malfoy:

🐍 You met Lucius back in Hogwarts, being in the same year and house as him, you did interact with the young man, but his ideals soft of spooked you; but that didn't stop you from being civil with him, though you were a Slytherin, you were kind to all and didn't believe in all the pure blood stuff

🐍 Lucius on the other hand, disliked you to a point, but by the end of the fifth year, he almost seemed to change, but that all seemed to crash down after he was arranged to marry Narcissa; he went back to being cold and cruel, and then you didn't see him for another ten or more years

🐍 As the new DADA professor, you ran into Lucius when he came to the school to talk to Dumbledore, and you were shocked; you froze actually, greeting each other awkwardly as your minds raced with unknown and mixed forgotten feelings, (you hadn't gotten over him)

🐍 When you saw Lucius again, he came to your class during your break, he asked about his son and how he was doing until the conversation went to what the two of you have done since your days at Hogwarts; it was... Nice, sort of, and you could almost see that sweet old Lucius with every gray glint in his eyes

🐍 That was when he said he got divorced a couple of years ago, or well, Narcissa left him, sharing custody of Draco, and Lucius wanted to let you know about the feelings he felt for you that he pushed away during your school days; you both didn't want to speed through any relationship, so day by day you both allowed yourselves to get closer, and really, everything went perfectly (until Voldy came back)

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Marvel;

Erik Killmonger:

🔪 You were partners with Everett, staying back with him in Wakanda to help the Queen, Princess Shuri, and T'Challa; but, you had a secret that not even Everett knows about

🔪 You used to know Erik, yeah, awkward... and he recognized you too, you never thought you'd see him again, after so many years; and even though Erik was a somewhat cold and calculating person, his old feelings for you resurfaced

🔪 He was panicking a bit actually, he had pushed himself for taking over Wakanda and avenging his father that when he saw you again, he sort of freaked out as his heart began to race and his mind ran with only thoughts of you; you were feeling the same, and you were going to do something about it

🔪 Sneaking away from M'Baku's people, T'Challa, the Queen, and Everett, you sneaked back into the kingdom, where you almost got skewered but Erik stopped his new royal guards; you both slid away for a more private conversation, where you both talked about what had happened, and you asked him if he'd stop trying to take over Wakanda, Erik seemed hesitant but agreed, (for you)

🔪 Erik surrendered, and you were happy that he wouldn't get killed, and since this was probably a big blow to his pride, you stayed with Erik as much as you could and made sure he was alright; he was grateful for you and grateful that T'Challa understood him as well (he loves the sunsets here when he watches them with you)

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Star Wars;

Anakin Skywalker:

✨ You met Anakin when you were a Jedi and he was still a Padawan, being friends with Obi-Wan, you were introduced to Anakin; immediately when Anakin saw you, he was like, "Wow, look at those dimples," and you were like, "Wow, can't wait until he's a Jedi and he grows out that hair,"

✨ You were sent on a lot of mission with Anakin and Obi-Wan, during that mission you were sure to protect Anakin as much as you could when you saw him struggling, (which was hardly ever); Anakin did the same, also feeling a need to protect you, (which you also hardly needed)

✨ After one particular mission, you confessed to Anakin that you had feelings for him, and good thing for you, he felt the same; and that's when you and Anakin began courting/dating

✨ When you two weren't busy, you and Anakin would walk about whatever planet you were on, looking at the nature while you spoke about animals, books, music, and food; most of the time you'd joke around and play childish games together

✨ You knew you truly loved him when he saved you from Palpatine, knowing that the man was tricking him about you; after the huge battle and feeling thankful that most Jedis found a way to escape, Anakin found a small hut to call home with you, and as a promise of his everlasting love, he bought you a necklace

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long-cosmos-overhead · 6 years

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Imagine Thranduil kissing you as deep as elvenly possible

You stirred into consciousness at the light seeping through the window of yours and Thranduil’s shared quarters. The morning grogginess brought fuzziness upon your thoughts, beside you, your beloved king held you in his arms and smiled down at you. Something which was rare.

He shifted, his body now hovering above yours, trapping you in. His silky white hair brushed against your face. “Thranduil-“ You were abruptly cut off by his smooth lips. The reasoning behind his behaviour remained a mystery.

It wasn’t long before he deepened the kiss lifting up your body to meet his. There was no gap between one another. Thranduil made it clear he didn’t want one; you were sure it was impossible to kiss deeper.

His wild untamed side drew back for air giving you time to process what happened. “Why’d you do that?” You breathed wanting more. The smirk still played on his lips. “Because your mine, Y/n, no one else’s.”

#the hobbit #thranduil #thanduil x reader #the hobbit imagine #thranduil imagines #king thranduil #gif #kisses #fluff

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thranduil-ypfanfics · 3 years

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Imagine every time you look towards Thranduil he’s either looking at you or just pretending he wasn’t.

For every 100 notes on an imagine I make a mini fic!

Read it here!

#thranduil imagine #Thranduil #thranduil x reader #imagine #imagine thanduil #the hobbit #keep looking at me #Elvenking

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7soulstars · 3 years

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Is it okay if I request a Thranduil x Reader one shot where the reader is a Selkie? Selkies are from Scottish myth - they have a magical seal fur coat that lets them turn into a seal when they go underwater, but remain human while on land.

Hey babe! Thank you so much for requesting! Of course it’s okay. I had no idea what a selkie was in the beginning but through your explaination and some research I figured it out ! Again, I wanted to make this an angst but poor bby Thranduil has already gone through enough so I made it soft. Anyways, no more spoliers! Enjoy and thank you for being so patient with me !

Vespertine/ The Elf and the Selkie

Pairing: Thranduil x Selkie! Reader

Warnings: Angsty/Sad start, Mentions of death,Use of Scots(language spoken by Selkies), ending might make you go aww

Summary: A father telling his children a story of the legends long forgotten.

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Vespertine; Occurring in the evening.

Lands lost, Kingdoms fell, Middle Earth was saved but no one could tell. The pain, people lost and the children snatched could not be reversed. Especially for the elves who left for the undying lands.

One remained.

King Thranduil remained. Protests were made, the lords argued and urged. But he wouldn’t budge.

“There is nothing left of me...My duty is over and my family is not returning back to me...I shall stay here.....in Mirkwood”, he had simply stated to Elrond before he dismissed him. Elrond had sighed saying, “This will not end well for you....”,before leaving the former king.

Alone.

He sat on his throne listlessly. Not a sound to be heard. No chittering crowds, no parties. Just emptiness. 14 years had passed like this and Thranduil had gotten used to it. Today marking the 14th year that is.

Time flew by fast for elves. But not for lonely elves. No matter how beautifully maintained all of Mirkwood still was due to unbroken elven magic the gap kept growing wider in the King’s heart. He was left to his own disposition. He grew and foraged his own food, he drew his own water, he entertained himself with his own hobbies. But he never left Mirkwood. He protected the empty abandoned city.

He got used to it. He got used to being lonely until that one evening.

Thranduil killed spiders at evening. They were weaker by then and it was easier. He walked across the tangled path and froze on hearing whimpers. They were soft and pained coming from the rocks near the forest riverbank. The blone walked stealthily and carefully with sword in his hands and furrowed brows as he neared the rocks. When his eyes fell on the cause of the noise as he stopped dead in his tracks.

An injured seal.

It’s side was deeply cut into as it barely managed to keep it’s eyes open and tried to move away erratically from the said elf as if it was in danger. “Hey! Stop! I’m not going to hurt you!”, the elf yell-whispered as he struggled to keep the creature in place.Almost as if it understood it stopped still whining due to the pain inflicted by moving around before it fainted. Thranduil sighed. He hadn’t used healing for years he wasn’t sure he could do it now either. But leaving the seal injured was not an option. So he had to do it.

He did.

Riding his loyal elk that had stayed with him he returned back to the nearest cave where he had healed and left the seal.

It was empty.

Thranduil had frowned. Thinking it had left he turned only to stop and look back with a sword swinging back as he heard a spash and a soft voice.

“Are ye an elf ?”,voice asked. Thranduil looked down, behind the rock he had seen the seal in, peeped a woman. She was clutching onto a seal coat as she looked visibly scared at the sword drawn at her which the king immediately put back into it’s sheath. At this she came out furthermore as she pointed at the reddish scar on her side. “ye helpit me yesterday ?”, she questioned her eyes gleaming with an undefined innocence.

Oh.

He had heard of a Selkie before but merely as myths. His mother sang him the song of the Mistress and The Selkie every night as a young ellon.It was his favourite. Thranduil looked back at the seal coat she held and then back at her. She gasps and immediately hides it behind her back as she attempts to look mad at the other. Thranduil’s heart felt weird. It fluttered at her action. 14 years without any contact with anyone made him forget the stern way of speaking that he had to maintain.

“I will not take it from you. I am here to see if you are felling better. Did you eat?”, he asked as he kneeled in front of her. She looked at him with intent in her eyes. Reaching forward she placed her wet hands on the king’s cheeks catching him off guard. “Wh-”

“Ye savit ma life from the human sailors”, she smiled softly.

Thranduil frowned in distaste he hadn’t heard the word ‘human’ in Valar knows how many years and it still leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He looked at her. Her facial features. Her blown out eyes. Her curiosity.

Her curiosity.

He was cut out of his thoughts of course a shade of pick dusting his face as he stuttered when she had moved to touch his sensitive elf ears. “A like yer ears ye are sae beautiful.” Thranduil had stilled and mentally yelled at himself because he knew she did not know elven customs but he let her do as she pleases.

The sky got darker and he knew he had to leave. But her words replayed in head over and over again

“Will ye come back tomorrow ?”

As if he could hear her speaking right as he sleeps.

Oh. She is alone too....

Thranduil did go back. Again and again and again for 30 years, every day straight. Her name was Y/N and her husband was killed by sailors and their daughter, taken away. She ran into hiding and reached Mirkwood where he saved her. They grew closer. Maybe because Thranduil liked Y/N.

Maybe because she was just like him or maybe he was in love.

He sat by the riverbank with Y/N who wore his spare clothes when she took her human form as they watched the birds and made flower crowns. Thranduil was distracted, constantly looking at the selkie’s expressions as she concentrated on making a flowercrown with water lilies from the river. On finishing she looked at him with the eyes he adored. “Look!”,she exclaimed as she put it on his elks head as it leaned towards her. It was attatched to her just the way it was attatched to Thranduil which was surprising to say the least. A smile plastered onto his face as the words slipped from his mouth. “It’s beautiful. Just like you.” There was a brief silence as Y/N slowly shifted. Her words almost going unnoticed as she stuttered. “Dinnae give me false hope.....” That moment Thranduil realized,

He was absolutely enamored by her.

He didn’t wait for even a minute more of thought before catching Y/N’s lips with his own in a searing kiss. It wasn’t too long or too less. Just right like them. But Y/N drew back and a look of panic spread Thanduil as he saw her eyes full of tears. “Please do not cry! Is it something I did Y/N ?”, he said as he tried wiping her tears frantically.

“A cannot leave the water for a long time A will aye have tae come back thon is a selkie's fate. A cannot stop lovin ye either or A will dee a selkie's fate“ (I cannot leave the sea for a long time i will always have to come back that is a selkie's fate. I cannot stop loving you either or I will die a selkie's fate”

Oh.

Thranduil knew what that meant now. He had felt it before, Y/N did too and so did Tauriel. The fear that he never wanted anyone to feel again.

“Oh darling you do not need to leave the water for us to be together. I will always be here. You could even spend time with me here”,pointed towards the forest path reaching up towards the palace, “Don’t stop loving me....please....”

For the first time ever Elrond’s prediction was wrong.

Thranduil did not end up alone. He got a second chance.In life, in family

“Did they meet like that forever Ada?”

Well, yes,until someone with blonde long hair wearing a green tunic and with strikingly similar features as her lover gave Y/N a seal coat from a late Selkie.

“So did grand adar become like the Maiden from the song and went away with grand naneth?”

Mhmm. And the someone who gave the coat looked over them from far until he got the courage to visit for tea. And they all lived happily ever after. It’s almost Vespertine, your grandparents will be back soon.

“Legolas have you been telling her about us again ?”

Well Ada she did want to know the legend of the Elf and the Selkie who loved at Vespertine.

--The End--

I hope this is good I hope this is good please be good. I really worked so hard on this I created an entire novel worthy plot but I couldn’t put it all in a oneshot so I had to settle with this I really really hope you liked this it was soo hard to not make this sad and then I came across this song and everything just fell into thoughts like these😭. I know Thranduil is a bit ooc but pychologicaly speaking he did live alone for 14 years so I guessed it may change his behaviour especially after the battle of 5 armies. Again I really hope you like it. Please like, share and comment if you like my work to support and encourage me! Please do not plagarize my work I literally sell my soul to it.🥺🥺 Requests are always open and I love ya’ll soo much.

~Love, Hri 🥰🥰

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creativebeansofchaos · 2 years

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Characters

I will be writing one shots and maybe longer fanfictions on here so this is an incomplete list of the character that I will be writing for. I will mostly be writing reader inserts, yn fics and possibly OC fics as well.

Characters

My hero Academia (BNHA)

- Hawks ( Keigo Takami )

- Dabi

- Bakugou

- Deku

- Shoto todoroki

- Tamaki

- Fatgum (maybe)

Hunter x Hunter

- Illumi

- Hisoka

Attack on titan

- Levi

- Eren

- Armin

Lord of the rings / the hobbit

- Thorin

- kili

- Thanduill

- Legolas

- Azog

V for Vendetta

- V

Phantom of the Opera

- Erik (the Phantom)

Star wars

- Mandalorian

- Kylo Ren

Death note

- L

Criminal Minds

- Spencer Reid

Bones

- Zack Addy

Avengers

- Loki

- Bucky

- Zemo

- Peatro Maxamoff

Walking dead

- Daryl Dixon

Squid games

- triangle guards

- square guards

- circle guards

slashers

- Brahms heelshire

- Vincent Sinclair

- bubba saywer

- pennywise

- pyramid head

There are more character that I will write about that are not on this list and if you have any suggestions feel free to tell me.

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thespiritoflife · 3 years

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Requested: May I make an Eomer x reader request? When Eomer is forced into exile, the reader, Eomer’s wife, fears that she and their young son would be cast out as well. In order to ensure the safety of her son, the reader turns to her good friend Legolas for help. I figured she could escape to Mirkwood to seek Legolas’ aid and thanduil could be his usual skeptical self until Legolas kind of tells him off due to the reader being a warrior herself and a dear friend.

Okaay, here is the result. I wrote it with my style, so it may not be perfect. Hope you will still like this!

Y/S/N - your son's name

Pairing: Eómer x reader

Warnings: grammatical errors an that's all I think

The promise

"Forgive me, love. I didn't want to ..." Eómer held my hand.

I was angry and sad at the same time.

Our little son ran after Eómer.

"Where are you going, daddy?" he asked.

Eómer lifted him into his arms. "Don't worry about me, I'll be back ... and I'll take care of you," he winked at me.

"We should go slowly now." guard touched Eomer's shoulder.

"One more minute, please. I have to say goodbye to my wife," he said.

The guard nodded. "But quickly."

The son hugged his father for the last time and then ran away crying.

I sighed. "Y / N .. forgive me. I'll blame myself for this to my death, " he said.

"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault, after all. You are their victim. Just promise me you'll be back, okay? And be careful ..." I buried my head in his chest.

"Of course I'll be back. I promise. I wouldn't leave you alone. Be careful too. I love you..." We still wanted to kiss, but the guard grabbed Eómer.

Eómer looked at me one last time and left.

I wanted to cry, be furious, but I was silent. I have to be strong because of our son.

A few days passed. I missed Eómer. Like fish misses water. And I'm not talking about our son. He kept asking about his father. What was I supposed to tell him? I was just comforting him.

People frowned at me in Edoras and whispered something. I didn't feel safe here anymore.

I only had one thing left. Or rather a person.

"What? Y / N, why didn't you tell me sooner? I'd take you away from here right now," Legolas sat with me. We were still in Edoras.

I wrote him a letter asking for help. He immediately ran over here.

Legolas was a great friend of mine. I couldn't wish for a better friend.

"Oh, God, what did Eómer get you into? The two of you," he added.

And did I mention that Eómer doesn't like Legolas and Legolas doesn´t like Eómer?

Eómer thought that Legolas liked me, which was the greatest bullshit I had ever heard.

"Legolas, let's not deal with this now, please. So will you help us please? Trust me, I wouldn't turn to you with help if I didn't have a child, I could handle it by myself. But with our son, no, I'm afraid for him."

Tears began to form in my eyes.

He took my hand. "Of course I can help you. You are my best friend. I'll take you both to Mirkwood."

I was moved. "Thank you, I appreciate it ... you don't even know how."

I hugged him.

"Who is that woman, Legolas? And that child?"

That was the first thing I heard when we came here.

We were in the throne room, Legolas's father was on the throne and frowned at us. Nice man.

"Your Majesty, I'm Y / N, and this is my son Y / S / N, " I told him this.

My son had his head buried in my skirt. Poor child, he was afraid.

"If you don't mind, we would want to stay here. Until my husband returns from exile ... I promise not to get under your feet, to bother you with our presence ... quite the opposite, I will try to help as I will just can. With anything." I told him.

Thranduil came out of the throne and approached us. "I don't want to hear you, I want to hear my son ..."

Legolas sighed by my side. "Father, I don't know what your problem is."

"Are you really asking me that? I have a problem with dragging a man here. She will be useless to our detriment. What are you doing? They don't need your help, they can do it themselves." Thranduil didn't even raise his voice, but if his gaze killed, I'm already dead.

"Father, at least do it for me. Don't you know that Y / N is my dear friend? Best friend? And she's an amazing warrior. We need more warriors like her."

"Legolas ..." I said. I was moved.

"They'll do on their own ... it'll probably be hard, but that's what life is about." Thranduil continued as if he hadn't heard what his son was saying.

"He is right, Legolas. If it bothers you, we'll go somewhere else ... it won't be a problem for me," I told him.

Legolas looked at me in disbelief. "Are you serious? No, no, you'll be here and that's it. Just because my father doesn't want to allow it, doesn't mean you won't be here. "

"Are we worth it? ”

"Yes. You are. You will stay here. And without debate, " he emphasized you stay here.

Thranduil grinned. "Are you serious, Legolas? Even without my permission?"

"Even without your permission, Father." That was the last thing Legolas said. And then he grabbed us both and dragged us to a room.

He said he was a prince and that he could do whatever he wanted and that we should not dare leave because he would not forgive me.

Oh god, I didn't want him to have trouble for us, but what was I supposed to do?

I just started praying, first thanking for such a great friend and then making Eómer come home quickly.

The days passed. To my surprise, Thranduil didn't kick us out of here, quite the opposite. He was silent.

I went to training again. Legolas was right. I'm a warrior. So I just honed my skills with Legolas.

My son usually wandered around with elves somewhere because he made some friends. He was fine here. I sighed. Thank God.

But Eómer missed me so much. Every time I went to bed, I cried softly. Where is he? What's wrong with him?

I wrote him letters, told him we were in Mirkwood, but he never wrote to me. I was terribly worried about him. Then I stopped writing letters to him. He probably didn't read them.

Gradually, I put up with the fact that he would probably never return. Legolas told me that he had left exile a long time ago. But where did he go? Why didn't he come to us? I let him know where we were. No one has ever seen him. People started spreading the word that he probably died.

I remember that day. I sat outside on a bench, swallowing the sun's rays. It's been a year. Year. And Eómer was not yet returned.

Legolas sat down next to me. "Y / N ... you know, I was thinking ..."

"About what?" I turned

"I know you're worried ... I don't want you to worry anymore. I love you, Y / N."

I smiled. "Me you too, I will not return to you in my life what you have done for us. I owe you this all. Thank you so much."

He sighed in defeat. "You don't have to thank me, Y / N .. I just ... I don't think this in that sense. I ... I love you. I've loved you for a long time ... I was just silent because of Eómer ..."

Am I dreaming? This can not be true!

"Legolas ..." I began, but he interrupted me.

"Don't say anything yet .. I've been thinking about it for a long time ... will you marry me? By marrying me, you will gain all the privilege, you will be safe. I will accept Y / S / N as my son ... just please marry me. " He took my hand and held a ring in it. It was a beautiful gold ring.

I started crying.

I just scared Legolas. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Legolas. I'm crying because ... because I don't love you. I never loved you. I love you as a friend. Like a great friend, but no more .. I'm sorry. I still love Eómer. I wish I was in love with you, but I can't ... take that ring and give it to someone else. That someone else will be happy. "

Eómer was right. The whole time. And I didn't listen to him.

Legolas was silent. He looked hurt. "Okay, Y / N. It does not matter. And isn't there any chance ...? "

I stopped him. "It's not. Sorry."

He hid the ring. "But Y / N .. I will still survive this, even if it hurts like hell, but ... you can't hope Eómer returns. It hurts you. He died. You should put up with it!"

I wanted to say something, to defend myself when I heard a low voice behind me.

"He didn't die."

That's not possible .... I turned around. It was him. My husband. He stood there, emaciated, exhausted.

I got up quickly and ran. "Eómer !! You're back !!" This time I cried with happiness.

Eómer hugged me. But he scolded Legolas.

"I'll handle it with you."

"I'm excited. And I am serious," Legolas growled

"No! No one will fight here, do you understand?" I shouted angrily.

Legolas stood up. "I'll leave you."

Eómer was still frowning at him, but when he looked at me, there was tenderness in his eyes.

"Y / N .. love ... I missed you very much .."

"Eómer ... I was worried about you ... very much ..." I whispered.

He kissed me slowly. It was a gentle, slow kiss. We had no hurry. When we finished, we were still hugging.

"Come Eómer. I have to feed you. You lost weight. And Y / S / N will be so happy. "

His eyes lit up at the mention of our son's name.

"I'm so glad to have you ... I'll never leave you again. Never," he swore.

I smiled. "I hope so."

Eómer was here for a few days. Fortunately, he didn't argue with Legolas.

"I'm doing it for you Y / N, my wife. Otherwise, I'd... " He shook his head and sighed.

"I'm glad you're doing this. I'm proud of you." I smiled proudly.

"The food is divine, by the way. You're a great cook." he praised me.

"You're still telling me this. Do you still want the food?" I got up when I saw that he had finished eating.

He nodded. "I'm very hungry."

Meanwhile, the son also entered the room and demanded his father's attention. I left him because he wanted his father.

I took his food again, put it on his table, and when he finished eating, I wanted to put the dishes away. He stopped me, he pulled me into his lap.

"Would you leave us with mommy alone, Y / S / N?" Eómer asked him.

I wanted to object, but he stopped me.

"Sure, Dad .. I'm going to see my friends ..." he disappeared quickly.

"Poor boy. You shouldn't have kicked out him like that. He missed you and very much. He kept asking about you." I sighed.

"I have had a lot of time with him and I'll have a lot of time with him, I promise you this, dear. But we weren't alone for a long time.. So I'll eat something else," he said naughtily.

"Eómer." I sighed but didn't object as he began to kiss my neck and collarbone.

"I." kiss on the neck. "Missed." kiss on the chin. "You." kiss on the forehead. "So." kiss on the cheek. "Much." kiss on lips.

"I missed you the way a man missed his wife, Y / N." he muttered between the kisses and leaned me over the table. He rolled up my skirt and stroked my legs.

"Eómer," I sighed. "What did they do to you? Why didn't you write me?" I stroked his hair.

He stopped kissing me. "I couldn't. They forbade me. But I put away every letter. But I was sorry when you stopped writing to me."

"I was worried about you. They said you were dead. And you didn't even write me. So I stopped writing to you. I'm sorry." I fell silent.

He took my hand. "You don't have to be sorry, dear. I thought of you every day. I love you both. I am grateful to have you and to you again because you have given me a son."

"But we have to get out of here. Not to Edoras, but I know one beautiful place ..." he continued.

"Really?" I stroked his wide shoulders.

He nodded. "Seriously. And now we could stop talking and instead ..."

We left in a few days. Legolas was silent, I knew I had hurt him and I was sorry. I knew we would never be as friends again as before.

Legolas hurried to say goodbye to me, apparently unnerved by Eómer's angry gaze. Then I rebuked Eómer for that.

The biggest surprise, however, was King Thranduil himself. It turned out that he knew his son was in love with me and knew that I was not reciprocating his feelings. That's why he behaved the way he did. Protective parent.

I'm not surprised. I would do the same for Y / S / N. I stroked his hair as he held Eómer's hand.

"I wish you good luck," Thranduil said, and I was speechless.

He didn't wait for our reaction, he just left in silence, his long clothes just rubbed on the ground.

"So now we are alone, my family. Come, I will take care of you and I will never leave you." Eómer said and continued.

"I promise you that."

#eómer #eómer x reader #eómer x you #eómer x y/n #middle earth #lord of the rings #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings fic #lord of the rings fanfic #legolas #eomer imagine #eomer x reader #eomer x you #eomer x y/n #story

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bluebellhairpin · 5 years

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Wandering Eyes

Thranduil X Wife!Reader

A/N: I love Thranduil (I keep saying that, you tell me when you’re sick of hearing it and I might stop.) and Bard is just so cool too. hElp mE. TBH they could both completely w r e c k me and I’d happily ask them to do it again. - Nemo

Request: Can you write some jealous Thranduil? He gets jealous when Bard keeps looking at his wife during their meeting - Anon

Warning(s): Thranduil being a protective and jealous little prick of an a s s. (but hey we still love him?)

Summary: Thanduil decides to take his wife with him to a meeting with the new Laketown ruler. He regrets it as soon as he catches Bard staring at his queen. It takes almost everything he has to not let Bard know exactly how he feels.

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At first, Thranduil thought it was an amazing idea. Perfect. The best way the world could come to know you. What he wasn’t counting on was for literally everyone in the room ogling at you as soon as you walked in.

At first it didn’t really bother him, servants at Mirkwood would always catch themselves looking at their queen for a little too long, so he let it pass.

But then Bard came in and the whole game changed.

Tales had circled all of Middle-Earth as to the Mirkwood Queen’s beauty, and the fact she was standing stoic next to her husband made no difference.

Her eyes were said to be an enchanting (e/c), now they were sharp and cunning. Her hair was said to be shining of (h/c), but it was so intricately done-up that Bard couldn’t tell. But despite that it didn’t matter, while Queen (y/n) wasn’t the soft beauty she was said to be right now, she was, instead, strikingly gorgeous.

And Thranduil didn’t like that Bard noticed.

As the meeting went on, Thranduil found himself glaring jagged and downright poisonous daggers at the human king. He kept looking at his queen with such starry and wide eyes that it made his blood completely boil.

His fingers twitched, toying with the sharp, glistening sword that hung at his side. His entire posture screamed ‘protective husband ready to kill this man even though he needed him for his people to live peacefully’.

You noticed, naturally, and knew exactly what was going on.

Thranduil was always the jealous type, and it didn’t help that everyone stopped to stare at how ‘stunning’ you were. Honestly you didn’t see what the fuss was about.

Sure, your hair was (h/l) and (h/c), which was a little unusual for an elf, especially a queen, but it always managed to not quite sit right. Your eyes were (e/c), and while people said they shone, they always looked dully back at you in your reflection. Typically you could go on forever about the flaws you had that no one else could see, but you had a problem to handle right now.

The conversation at the table had lulled, most people waiting for the seething Thranduil to contribute, but he was too busy glaring to pay attention to the topics to even utter a word.

“Gentlefolk, may I steal Thranduil away from you for a moment?” You said gently, not needing to raise you voice in the silence, and all in company agreed. Thranduil had snapped out of his daze at your request, and rose to follow you as you exited the room.

“What is it my love? Are you feeling unwell?” Thranduil asked, gently caressing your cheeks and forehead t make sure you weren’t running a noticeable temperature.

“No,” you shook your head, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Bard.” At your word Thranduil both stopped himself from sneering, and let out a small ‘oh’. “I didn’t even have to look at you to tell you we're glaring daggers at him.”

“Well, in my defense, he was looking at you unfavorably.”

“Was not, you’re just touche.” You had your arms crossed now, and was looking up at your husband with a fair amount of displeasure. He didn’t say another word, instead choosing to look back at the door that lead back to the meeting. “Thranduil.”

“Hmm.” he looked back at you, tucking a stray strand of hair back in it’s place.

“You’ll go back in there, and since you weren’t paying attention, I’ll tell what you’ll say out here.” you started, fixing his crown, “And I’ll stay out here so you don’t have to worry about Bard staring anymore.”

“You’re a darling, you know that?”

“Only because you’re so temperamental.”

#thranduil x reader #thranduil one shot #thranduil imagine #the hobbit x reader #bard the bowman x reader #bard x reader

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catyo90 · 5 years

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Request : Thranduil x Wife!Reader. Context : Thanduil and the Reader have a daughter (her name is Enetarï/Queen of the Stars), stil quite young, at the moment of this request. Prompt : Thanduil is about to depart for war before newt dawn, against Sauron, one last time. We're at the Lord of the Rings's time. His wife is terrified and doesn't want him to go. But there is no choice as Sauron's army are almost at Mirkwood's door. Angst/Fluff.

Ooooooo boy this is intriguing. Of course dear. Earliest I’ll be able to get it out tomorrow- latest the day after. (I’m excited.)

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blankdblank · 5 years

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Dwalin Masterlist

X Dwalin

Deepestfirefun 31 Day Dwalin Prompts

Magical OC - Fallen to Middle Earth AU

Pining

Mighty Mighty Dwalin—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/164038338379/mighty-mighty-dwalin

Dwalin Is teaching the Princes how to toss axes and boasting about his skills until you stepped in and showed him up, showing his meeker side as you drew closer to him. Humor – Dwarf Skill contest – swooning dwalin

Always Cold!!!—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/163865940329/always-cold

Even through the vast scorching forges you are always still cold, even stealing the coats from the Company members whenever you can, quickly adding Dain to the list when he finds out. Humor – cold reader

Bushg— https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/165467659494/bushg

A nickname given to you breaks you down into tears spurring on Dwalin’s fury. Language Barrier – Hobbit reader – Hurt/comfort

Breaking the Hobbit—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/163821795584/breaking-the-hobbit

Asking Dwalin to help you crack your back, the sounds coming from you terrify the Company. Humor – sore reader

Courtship

No Secrets – When you are hired to record paintings of the greatest moments on the Journey you use it to make a certain unwilling to court Dwarf reveal his true feelings for you. Bagginshield – Painter oc – Confused Dwalin – implied smut - humor

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/172858893499/no-secrets

Cookies – When too many gifts are sent your way a silent sharing of treats holds far greater meaning than you would have assumed. Courtship confusion – humor – mutual pining - accidental courtship

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/173067518099/cookies

His and Hers – After being ripped off by an employee to settle the dispute an order for one of the heaviest hitters in the mountain finds you returning home with a brand new fiancé readying your now joint abode for your first night in to hear all about your day. Accidental Courtship - humor

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/189298419929/his-and-hers

Dwalin Courting Prompt - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/169469780079/prompt-request

Dwalin finds his way into the shop owned by the woman of his adoration and against his nerves and lack of cool around her finds himself on the way to a courtship. Humor – Courtship fumbles

Totem - Dwalin Request - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/173899141004/totem-dwalin-request

Arrival upon Thanduil’s Halls comes when you try to abandon the Company due to a lover’s quarrel with Dwalin who misunderstood a gift you made for him. Humor – misunderstanding – courtship fumbles

Mud – Dwalin Request - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/174220993694/mud-dwalin-request

A request to borrow weapons lands a certain woman in a courtship with the toughest Dwarf in the mountain. Courtship – accidental engagement – marriage – humor – implied smut

Scars – Dwalin Prompt Request - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/175014397409/scars-dwalin-prompt-request

Hobbit oc – Hidden babies – Frodo – OC is Bilbo’s sister – Courtship clash - humor

Dare or Dare – Dwalin Prompt - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/175367262219/dare-or-dare-dwalin-request

A game of Truth or Dare is used by the Princes to land Dwalin in line with the truth. Games to smut – sex talk with Kili

Domestic Bliss

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One Stew A Day - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/168141960519/one-stew-a-day

Dwalin helps you get your children to eat their stews by utilizing the missing chunk of his ear. Oc x thorin – uncle Dwalin – domestic humor

Pampering Dwalin—https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/166187089779/pampering-dwalin

Finding only one fault with your Betrothed you strike a bargain benefiting both of you which first brings him criticism before a higher standing above his fellow Guards. Pt 2 is after your Marriage, devastating news clouded the happy news of your pregnancy only to be brought back to happier news as the Durins and the Kingdom accept the new babies. Pt 2 has smut. Comfort – courtship deals – pg – lost relative/adoption

Pt 2 - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/167847731334/pampering-dwalin-pt-2

Dwalin Raccoon Prompt - https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/170149334684/dwalin-prompt-request

Blood on your clothing worries your beloved Dwalin until he sees the baby raccoon you freed from a trap the pair of you take as your own to heal and care for with hopes to use this as a stepping stone to starting a family one day. Humor – fluff – domestic bliss

Wedding Idea – An unnoticed injury gives hints to wedding day jitters and a jilted groom only to bring about a far more intimate ceremony once allowances are made for the Bride’s recovery and comfort. Misunderstanding – hurt/comfort – injured reader - wedding

https://blankdblank.tumblr.com/post/611127537980047360/wedding-idea

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misc-oneshots · 6 years

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Keeping good relations

Everyone lives AU!

The reader is an elf who first met Thranduil while part of the company, now after BOTFA they’re settling into their marriage while trying to strengthen the unity between the lands of Men, Dwarves and Elves. Kili dropping into Mirkwood with Tauriel does very little to help relations between the lands. For: N/A Words: 1,886 Pairing: Thranduil x elf!reader

Sometimes you were sure that you’d need the strength of a dwarf to massage out all the tension in your husband’s neck but given that a dwarf was currently the cause of his stress, you decided not to voice your thoughts. “This is why he was kept in the dungeons on his first visit.” Thranduil grumbled into the silken pillow below his face. You continued to massage his shoulders while straddled on his hips and leaned down to ghost your lips between his shoulder blades. You brushed his soft hair to one side so that you could carry on a path up to his ear with your lips before gently nipping at the tip of his ear. “Was that the time that you also had me held in the dungeons?” You teased.

A groan was your only warning before he had turned below you, his agility never seized to amaze you, he caught your hands before you fell and guided them down to either side of his head so that you were almost chest to chest. His hand was in your hair pulling your face down to him, so he could kiss along your jawline before whispering against your ear “No, I had you in the dungeons last week.”

You face flushed at the memory, the dungeons that had first held you has a prisoner had, for the first time in centuries, had a completely empty wing and Thranduil had taken that chance to tell you one of his hidden desires. That he’d like to make love to you down there like he had fantasied about when he had taken the company prisoner. The guards were dismissed and you and Thanduil snuck down into the cells, it was no place for a King and his Queen to join in physical intimacy but maybe that’s why you enjoyed it so, because his fantasies and desires broke the stoic façade that your husband wore. You kissed the tip of your husband’s nose, “I’m supposed to be getting rid of your tension.” “There is no one more well equipped to do so than you, my Queen.” He smirked and lifted his hips so that you slid down his chest further and he could kiss you again.

You kissed him back for a moment before pulling away, “We need to go back to the party or they’ll come looking for us.” Thranduil rubbed his forehead in frustration, “It was a simple feast before that fool with the ridiculous hat started singing and –” “Remember that they are my family.” You chastised lightly. He pulled the same sour face that he always did when you spoke of the dwarves as family, “That may be so, but you belong in our chambers and any dwarf in the way of that will be banished.”

You leaned down to kiss him between words, “Stop.” Kiss. “Being.” Kiss. “a.” Kiss. “Grump. I would have thought that King Thranduil would be more willing to impress upon the dwarves how a real party is conducted.” As usual stroking his ego worked and soon you and Thranduil where back in the main hall.

“C’mon Y/N!” Kili shouted almost as soon as you’d re-entered the hall, he rushed forwards and caught your slim hand in both of his and dragged you over to where Bard and Tauriel were trying to stop Dwalin and Thorin from drinking too much and spoiling a treaty before it was properly cemented. You hugged them all, taking extra care to hug Tauriel the longest since she’d become an incredibly close friend over your adventures. After you’d strong-armed Thranduil into rescinding her banishment, he called it a wedding present to you, and bullied Thorin, with the help of Lady Dis and Fili, into letting she and Kili marry, Tauriel had practically become like your sister. Their wedding was only a few weeks away and everyone was bored of hearing Kili swooning by now.

“My Queen,” She dipped her head and you waved away the formality, behind her Kili did a mock little bow to you, “Have you heard word from my lord Legolas?” You smiled, “He will return for you wedding, assuming we elves are invited?” You aimed that question behind her and at the King under the Mountain. Thorin rubbed his beard and shared one of his ever knowing looks with Dwalin before nodding slightly, “You may attend, of course, old friend.”

You gave him a withering look, Thorin knew that somewhere in the room that Thranduil would be able to hear his lack of invitation. “I’m sure the King does not mean to invite a Queen without her King.” Bard attempted to keep the civility and offered him a grateful smile. “I know what I mean.” Thorin grumbled and drank more of the ale that the dwarves had insisted on bringing with them, “I only come to this blasted place to check that the elf does not mistreat you Y/N.”

“And you celebrate my wedding!” Kili practically sang as drunkenly tripped over Dwalin’s outstretched foot and landed into Tauriel’s outstretched arms. “And I’m sure it gives Fili a real chance to learn how to run a kingdom in your absence.” You added and Thorin smiled at your observation. It seemed that you had cooled the tense atmosphere until your husband crossed the room in five steps to stand beside you. He glared down at Thorin, “You speak of mistreating my Queen like it was not you who cast her from the Mountain, her neck bruised by your hand, in favour of the company of gold.”

Beside you Bard sucked in a breath and your head snapped to Thranduil but your husband didn’t look away from the Dwarf King, you had made him promise never to use Thorin’s actions under the Dragon Sickness against him. He’d tried to strangle you and cast you from Erebor the night before Bilbo had handed over the Arkenstone to Thranduil and Bard. Thorin, to his credit, didn’t respond in anger but rather caught your hand from your side and brought it up to his lips in both his thick hands. “And for my actions, every day I ask Mahal for forgiveness.” Thorin’s voice rumbled. “You were sick, I forgave every indiscretion a long time ago,” You glanced over your shoulder to glare at Thranduil, “Some would do well to remember that.”

Kili was the one to break the tension, he had his arms wrapped around Tauriel’s hips, his head on her chest as he rocked them side to side. “I’ve had an idea about the wedding.” Kili slurred, “Elves have bridesmaids thingys right? I want Dwalin as a bridesmaid.” Tauriel, to her credit, hid her giggle whereas the other dwarves exploded into bombing laughter at Dwalin’s red, angry face.

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“See that was rather painless, wasn’t it my love?” You asked later in your chambers and Thranduil’s drunken fingers fumbled with the buttons down the back of your dress until he pushed it off your shoulders and his lips followed the path of his hands. You giggled and stepped out of the pool of your dress, leaving you in just your thin cotton underdress, and into the arms of your husband. His lips found your neck and kissed up to the tip of your ear, knowing that would be your undoing.

Somewhere in the halls you could hear the dwarves still rampaging.

Thranduil slipped his hands under your legs and pulled you up into his arms so that you could wrap your legs around his waist, he groaned against your ear, “I want to take my wife to bed.” You gave him a coy smile, “Then do so but don’t hide from me.” Thranduil stalled, his expression clouding for a moment but you knew that you had more of chance since he’d been drinking. A chance to see his real face. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed along his cheek, “I love you Thranduil. I just want you to be comfortable with me, you don’t need to hide from me.”

You leaned forward in his arm to gently nibble at his ear, “Please husband.” He swallowed hard and after a moment the glamour that Thranduil used to hide his scars faded away and he stared at you with one milky eye. “You’re so handsome.” You whispered and kissed along his scars before kissing the eyelid of his wounded eye. “How did I find you? Such a –” Thranduil’s declaration of undying love was interrupted when your chamber doors were thrown open by a very drunk Kili, with Thorin and Bard in tow.

“Y/N, Dwalin is after us! Can we ride down the barrels again?!” He hiccupped and laughed at the sound he made before he finally looked at you in Thranduil’s arms, “Mahal! What happened to your face?!”

You didn’t need to look at your husband to know that the glamour had already slid back into place to show polished marble skin instead of his scars. Before you could think of any way to respond, Thorin had Kili by the ear and was reprimanding his nephew in their language. “Ow, ow, I get it Uncle I’m sorry!” Kili yelped. “You’re a guest in these lands and he is your future brides King.” Thorin snapped and caught Thranduil’s eye and for a moment you dared to hope that it was a look of understanding that passed between them. That this was the true start of the uneasy alliance between the Kingdoms, if only you hadn’t been in your underwear in a comprising position and more than half of your little group drunk, then perhaps it would have been more meaningful.

Kili yelled out an apology as his Uncle dragged him away, you could hear the echoes of the same lecture that he’s given both Kili and Fili about respecting your privacy as the only woman of the company – even if you were an elf. Bard gave you both an awkward smile, “Er- have a wonderful night?” He offered before taking a door handle in either hand and pulling the doors shut. You laughed when you heard his little run away from the door like he was worried that you and Thranduil would be intimate as soon as your audience was gone. Thranduil sighed and sat on the edge of your bed with you still in his arms so you ended sat in his lap. He rested his head on your shoulder and your ran your hands through his hair and hummed to make him smile. “May I banish them now?” He asked against your neck. “Do it in the morning, when they’re all hungover.” You advised and ran your fingers over his cheek where you knew his scars where hiding. You could feel him smiling against your skin and in echoes of Mirkwood’s halls you could hear Dwalin finally catch Kili and thanked the Valor that you’d survived your journey to enjoy this moment.

#thranduil imagine #thranduil oneshot #thranduil x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit one shot

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fullvoidmoon · 7 years

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All the Help He Needs

Pairing/s: Thorin x fem!reader

Setting/Timeline: After BoTFA, Durins live!AU

Warning(s)/Genre(s): Eating disorder (might trigger), angst, mild fluff

Word Count: 1,059

Requested by an anon.

A/N: Read the warning first before reading, drop an ask if you want to know why I decided to accept the request even thought the topic is very personal and triggering to others and I will be happy to give my answer. But please ask nicely, I am not very fond of people who are outwardly rude.

I also changed the content as I see fit than what was included in the request, only a little bit, and so sorry if it ended up crappy.

The Hobbit tag list: @fizzy-custard, @sdavid09, @life-is-righteous, @igotanaddixon, @fromthedeskoftheraven, @deepestfirefun, @dreamsofrivendell

Masterlist: HERE

“Why have not she mention anything?!”

“Uncle, please calm down.”

“How could I even calm down when no one even noticed of (Y/N)’s condition?!” Thorin bellows, making Kili shrink further in his sits and Dwalin getting rigid by his side.

It has come to Thorin’s attention, now King Under the Mountain of the reclaimed Kingdom of Erebor, that the Company’s only maiden is, in fact, not feeling well for as long as the start of their Quest, perhaps she has not been feeling well even before the start of the Quest.

It has also come to their knowledge that (Y/N) was very adamant in not letting anyone fret over her. Thus concealing her condition to all members of the Company until one afternoon when Thorin noticed her protruding cheekbones and alarmingly thin physique as she assisted Oin in their daily duties as Erebor’s healers and apothecaries.

Thus Thorin arranged an emergency meeting with the members of the Company in the seclusion of his private study.

“Uncle, you need to calm down,” Fili says, also worried of their Company’s maiden and her worsening condition, “you won’t be able to think straight if you let your anger get to you.”

“Gloin, did your brother tell you anything?” Thorin eventually sighs, sinking into his chair before addressing the red-haired dwarrow, “(Y/N) has been with him most of the time, surely he must have noticed her physique.”

Gloin shakes his head, “unfortunately not, Thorin. I may ‘ave noticed her to be thinner ‘dan before, but I ‘tink it is because of ‘de over’ol stress of ‘de journey ‘dat made ‘de lassie look so thin.”

“Probably the lassie asked the old dwarf ‘ta not speak of it ‘ta anyone,” Bofur adds in a whisper.

Thorin couldn’t help but feel useless, and he himself doesn’t want to be useless above anything else. He was, and still is, their leader, he is supposed to be responsible for the well-being of his Company; responsible to protect and take care of (Y/N) more than anyone could imagine.

But the fact he himself didn’t take heed of the signs he has been seeing on (Y/N) has his heart and soul being gnawed with sadness and fury.

And it made him feel worse when Balin mentioned he caught glimpses of (Y/N) not eating as much as the Company thought she should be, or at times when she completely refused to eat at all.

—–

Thorin have never been this restless, even the distress the Quest brought him is not even at par with what he’s currently experiencing; his (Y/N) is getting worse, thinner than ever before.

And he couldn’t care less if the Elvenking could see him this lost and confused for the first time.

“I never imagined you to be this distraught, King Thorin,” Thranduil says, interrupting Thorin’s rumination, “have you discussed this with the lady (Y/N)?”

Thorin heaves a sigh in an attempt to stay calm, vividly remembering the tribulation she went through, “I already did.”

Thorin couldn’t think straight, his worries becoming evident in his blue orbs as he starts to feel the unpleasant tugs in his stomach. He had called for Gandalf the Grey and King Bard of Dale, even the Elvenking Thranduil of the Woodland Realm, in an attempt to help (Y/N). He is even planning on sending a letter to his cousin Dáin for any additional aid they might need.

“I believe there is more to (Y/N) than what she let on,” Gandalf replies as he sips his tea, “the dear has been very cautious of sharing anything about her.”

It became obvious to anyone in the Company that (Y/N) always kept things to herself, never letting her concerns and troubles known as to not be a burden; deeming it as mere shyness, a very endearing quality of (Y/N).

“Is that the reason why you were very adamant in-?”

“Yes, Thorin, and I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) interjected on the night when he decided to speak with her about her alarming condition; her hands covered her tear-filled face after telling her story, for the first time, to anyone.

Thorin carefully pulled her in his embrace and letting her lean on him as she cried in the crook of his neck. And he couldn’t help the waves of devastation and pain; blaming himself for not being there when his One needs help more than anything.

“I never meant to be secretive, I’m just afraid of telling it to anyone,” she added, remembering Thorin walking in on her after she ate too much for dinner and rushed straight in to her washroom to vomit.

But never has Thorin realized her ‘shyness’ was, in fact, a way of detaching herself from others, a result of having insecurities and self-doubts from experiencing hardships inflicted by her own kin; with the aftermath of her refusal to eat, denial of hunger, fear of gaining weight, and sometimes too much restriction of food intake through fasting.

“We can’t let (Y/N)’s condition get even worse than what it is now,” Bard, now King of the renewed Dale, says as he looks for any possible healing herbs and techniques in a medical book his children previously found among the rubbles of the then desolated Dale.

“Thorin, there is no need for you to feel restless, no matter how urgent (Y/N)’s current condition is,” Gandalf attempts to ease the brewing turmoil in the pacing Dwarvenking’s mind when Bard’s words have not fallen on his ears, “we will get nowhere if you will not calm down.”

“What Mithrandir speaks is true,” Thanduil agrees as he lays his hands on Thorin’s shoulder, “you need to have a clear head in order for you to heal your lady.”

Though the Elvenking’s words indeed calm him down, Thorin still couldn’t stop his raising mind thinking of countless of possibilities that could have their attempts to end in failure.

“You do not have to worry, Thorin,” Thranduil whispers, his voice lacing with calm and assurance.

And the Elvenking’s next words indeed brings him peace, a total surprise to anyone present in the council room when one knows of the long history of animosity between the two kings and their races; words that Thorin truly needs to hear in his current moment of vexation.

“We will do what we can to provide you all the help that you need, all for (Y/N)’s complete healing.”

#fvmfanfics #fvm thorin fanfics #the hobbit #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #durins live!au

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