#the company x reader

[ethereal-maniac]

Fili: their’s only one place I think y/n could be…

Kili and Dwalin: *nodding solemnly*

Thorin: well?

Fili: here *points on map of erebore*

Thorin: wait what? that’s in my quarters-

Dwalin: well, in your bed to be specific-

#the hobbit #dwalin #fili and kili #fili durin #kili durin #kili #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #x reader #lmao #drabble #fluff #tolkien #the company of thorin oakenshield #the company x reader #lotr #my work #gender neutral reader #genderfluid #fem reader #male reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #gender neutral y/n #gender fluid #i write

[v1olentdelights]

Too Late For Tea?

Company x reader, bilbo x reader, kind of a little bit fili x reader. Female reader

TW: nothing? Let me know if there is, though!

Summary: Hopefully, being 5 minutes late qualifies as just on time for the group of ruffians.

a/n: Hopefully, this is written well! I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to request anything! Also, I'm pretty sure the song is from HTTYD? I can't really remember

Knock, knock, knock

Bilbo had just gotten comfortable for his afternoon tea. It was 3:05

"I swear if it’s that Brandyfoot again…" Much to his surprise, it was not ‘that Brandyfoot’ but an old friend. The look of utter shock that crosses his face is almost hysterical.

"Y/N? What -" he lets out a scuff of disbelief."What are you doing here?" It had been many months since their trek to Erebor. You had been brought along as a healer. You had minor magical abilities, being able to mend gashes and such or help one hold on a bit longer when close to death. It also helped that you had been training and experimenting in natural healing processes.

It was a miracle that Gandalf had decided to bring you, seeing as you had saved the King and the Princes. Bilbo had practically jumped at you after Thorin began to breathe again. They all had been singing your praise, but Bilbo was the loudest of all. You had saved part of his newfound family.

Though they say they could never truly repay you, they did invite you to work in Erebor under the best conditions. To be the royals personal healer while providing you with the proper supplies and protection when you left to study new plants for antidotes.

It was in those early days that Bilbo and y/n would write to each other often, but soon 6 days between letters became weeks, which became months. And without contact for many a month, could it be possible that…

No, no, he couldn’t have. Right? Was Bilbo forgetting them?

"Well, you said tea time was at 3, and we were always invited. I hope the offer still stands and that we aren't too late." A timid smile crossed your face as you waited for Bilbo's response.

"Of course! I cannot believe we have lost contact, you must-" the realization crossed his face "we?"

"Surprise!" 13 other voices joined, causing the hobbit to step back a bit in surprise. Everyone pushed into the hobbit hole, hugging or patting his shoulder. Bilbo was stunned at the affection. He had forgotten what it was like to be surrounded by the lively group. You stood back watching all the men, for some reason it almost brought tears to your eyes, their little found family was back together.

A few of the dwarves - Bofur, Dwalin, Nori, and Gloin - stepped out to tug in a few large bags.

"We thought we would bring the feast to you this time.” Balin smiled as everyone began unpacking in the kitchen.

—- — —- —-

You all had gathered around the hobbits table, every plate full to the brim, ale (and tea) filled the cups. The loud laughter and conversations brought you back to that fateful night, though this time Bilbo was engaged and was actually laughing.

“So then we went to the forges, and there was this lass just standing there at my station!” Nori shouted with a hearty laugh. “And I was beginning to worry she was lost. But when I asked her for a name, she said ‘Dana, Dana Buffer.’ She is the best smith in Moria!”

All of the dwarves were catching up with one another and catching Bilbo up. It seemed as though nothing had changed. Then there was a sudden knock on the door, for a moment everyone stilled before Bilbo rose to answer it.

“To think I wasn’t even invited to the reunion of our dear group.” Gandalf the Grey had arrived fashionably late, just like always. He quickly took a seat next to Thorin, who was next to Bilbo, and tuned into all the conversations.

"So, Gandalf, where have you been off to? Learning yet another fashionable way to exhale your friend Old Toby?" Fili had joked.

"Why yes, and I was accompanied by a friend." He replied sincerely

"Friend? I thought we were your friends, Gandalf." Kili said, to an outsider it would seem he was truly hurt. Though you knew better, you all did.

"All have you know, I have many friends. Ones who are much kinder and wiser than the lot of you combined!"

Of course, the old man was joking, though you did wonder who exactly had kept his company after the battle.

The festivities carried into the late evening, which was then filled with songs, Fili and Kili on the fiddles, Nori and Ori on the flutes, and the rest filling the room with their voices.

"For the darling y/n," Bifur winked at you. The lot of them began a small jig, given the space of the living room (even with all the furniture moved).

My dearest one, my darling dear

Your mighty words astound me

But I've no need for mighty deeds

When I feel your arms around me

But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry (oh, would you?)

And I would keep you from all harm

If you would stay beside me

And before you knew it, you were up singing and dancing alongside them. Linking arms while swirling around.

I have no use for rings of gold

I care not for your poetry

I only want your hand to hold

I only want you near me

To love and kiss to sweetly hold

For the dancing and the dreaming

Through all life's sorrows

And delights

To many of the company, you had become like a sibling. You couldn't help but laugh at the meaning behind the song you had helped craft for them to impress some dwarrowdams.Though your one saw you as something more, the both of you sneaking many glances throughout your dance.

I'll keep your laugh inside me

I'll swim and sail a savage seas

With never a fear of drowning

I'd gladly ride the waves so white

And you will marry me!

As the song ended you found yourself plopping on the ground, panting from the exertion of energy. Bilbo had been watching and humming along, though he noticed the stares between you and Fili. However before he could question you, the dwarves began another song.

----

By the end of the night, it was just you and Bilbo left in the living room. Gandalf had excused himself quite a bit ago, saying he had some business to attend to. The rest of the company had either fallen asleep or had simply drifted to their own rooms in a little guest hobbit hole Bilbo had made.

"Come y/n, I have something I want to show you." He gently grabbed your hand before leading you out the door and around the little hill in which his house was built. Nearby, far enough to not damage his hobbit hole, but close enough to enjoy was a tree. It had not fully grown yet, though it was still fairly mature.

"What is this?" You asked as you marveled at the beautiful leaves.

"It's the acorn. Or I guess from the acorn. It grew slowly and healthily. Now it is something beautiful." He had a knowing smile on his face.

"Well, I'm sure it took quite a bit of work and time to make sure it grew properly."

"That it did. Here I have a seat." He pulled you to sit next to him on a little bench next to the trunk of the tree. "Tell me." He said.

"Well, you knew about the feelings harboring about halfway through the journey." He simply nodded his head in acknowledgment."It was just that for a long time after… just feelings. But I knew it was more, I knew that he was my One after I felt the life leaving his body." You felt a shiver run down your spine at the mere thought of losing him. "After the battle, I found the courage to tell him." With that Bilbo’s face lit up.

You and the hobbit had formed a special bond due to you being outsiders to the company. There was no doubt in your mind that you both would be good friends even after the mission was complete. Therefore, you confided in him about these conflicting feelings. He continually urged you to tell the dwarf of your affection, but you held it in. You could never forgive yourself if it had ended up distracting him or, even worse, destroyed the friendship you had begun to make.

“And?” It was funny, Bilbo seemed almost more invested in your love life than you did.

“Well…” you reached up into your hair and pulled it aside to show off your courting braid. Then, the most surprising yet most wonderful thing happened. Bilbo giggled and clapped his hands before crushing you in a hug.

“You did it! I am so proud of you!” Your heart felt full. Bilbo rose and jumped a tiny bit with joy “We must make something to celebrate this!”

“NO!” The yell was a surprise to you. “I mean- we haven’t told the others yet. You can’t say anything.” You reached out to grab his hand, “Please.”

“Very well, but you know they are going to find out sooner than later, right?"

"Yes, yes, we know. Kili already knows, and I'm sure half them suspect it. Did you see the show they put on this evening?" You laughed.

"You make a fine couple. Both complement each other well. I'm happy for you." It was a simple statement, but since you hadn't exactly gone public with the whole thing, such a simple comment went a long way. He smiled at you warmly before patting your leg and standing up.

"Well, we best be getting to bed. And what a sad day it is that I happen to be short a bed for you, looks as though you must have to share with someone." Before you could comment he had skipped inside.

Oh, how you missed your family, and oh, how happy you were to be reunited.

#grace writes #lotr x reader #the hobbit oneshot #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fic #the hobbit fanfic #the hobbit #fili x reader #fili and kili #the company x reader #lotr fandom #lotr imagine #fili durin #fili durin x reader #bilbo baggins x reader #lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagine

[hobbitsesoftheshire]

Okay this was written at 3 am on mobile so dont judge...

Warnings: kissing, question related to sex, nudity, more kissing making out. I think thats all??

Picture not mine!!!

The company had stopped hours ago at a small clearing for the night and even though everyone was tired no one seemed to want to go to sleep. You were talking with Bofur about some games you had back in your world.

"Oh and then there's this one called truth or dare" you said.

"How do you play it?" he asked.

"Do you need a board or cards or something for it?" asked Ori.

"No, the rules are simple. Everyone at their turn get to ask someone truth or dare. You choose truth and they can ask you anything and you have to answer truthfully. Dare and they can dare you to do anything and you have to do it" you explained.

"That sounds fun" Kili exclaimed. "Can we play?"

"Sure! I'll start asking. Who's in?" you challenged.

Most of the company said they are in exept for Balin, Oin, Dwalin and Thorin.

"Okay so Bofur truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"Okay umm.. do you take the hat off while bedding a woman?" you asked.

"What kind of a question is that? Of course i do not!" he said smugly.

"Okay now its your turn to ask someone"

The game went on like that for a while. Nori had gone skinny dipping and was now pretty much naked with a towel around him, Ori had to show some of his unfinished art and so on. Until it came to Kilis turn to ask someone.

"Y/n, truth or dare?" he asked grinning.

"Dare"

"Kiss Fili"

"What" said both you and Fili.

"Well the dare can be anything and i dare you to kiss my brother" he stated.

"Well alright then" you told him before walking over to Fili and leaning in before kissing him on the lips.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds but it still left you out of breath. You looked into his blue eyes before he leaned in to kiss you again, this time more passionetly.

You kissed for a long while before he picked you up and laid you on your back on the ground. You pulled away to take a couple of breaths and you were leaning back in until someone interrupted the two of you.

"Alright i get it that you like each other but get a room" said Thorin. You had not realised that you had all eyes on you the whole time. You started blushing but the you blurted out. "Well we could get a room if you could just let us stop in town for even one night"

"Alright then, we will stop in the next town so that Y/n and Fili can have a little privacy" he stated and went back to talking to Dwalin.

His statement earned a few thank yous from the company. You on the other hand were a blushing mess pinned under Fili.

"I will do more than just kiss you once we are in a private bedroom, amrâlimê" he whispered in your ear before getting up and walking to his brother.

#fili and kili #the hobbit #thorins company #fili smut #fili x reader #fili durin #kili durin #the hobbit bofur #bofur the dwarf #the company x reader #3 am ramblings

[crystalbeetle888]

Voyage into the Unknown Pt.1

Master List

Pt.1 - Pt.2

The cold wind nips at the back of my neck, as I trudge through the thick brambles whacking them out of my way with my machete. Dark clouds roll over the mountain tops, spitting down a freezing shower. I flip the hood of my poncho over my soaked head. My legs burn from hours of walking through the wild, my hands swollen from constant swaying, my lungs heavy from the frigid air. Relief washes over me as the sight of the wooden cabin finally breaks through the tree line. The howling wind almost knocks me over as I march up the steps and through the heavy front door, slamming it shut behind me. I exhale heavily, the warm air embraces me gently, the sudden halt of the deafening wind in my ears is a shocking contrast to the silent cabin.

I slip my day bag off by the door and make my way towards the bathroom, stripping off as I go, leaving a trail of sweat and rain soaked clothes behind me. Hopping into the shower the burning hot water washes the dirt of the day away, soothing my aching muscles. I grasp the soap and begin scrubbing the filth off. I gently run my hand over my left shoulder, the smooth ridged feel of the scarred skin no longer holds any feeling in it. I follow the mark down the length of my arm finishing at my wrist, the skin looks pink and agitated by the hot water. I open my right hand, branded with the same angry scarring on my palm. 

I moan in annoyance finally hopping out of the shower and wrapping myself with a towel. I exit the bathroom and begin to dress in my thick nightwear. Suddenly, the cabin walls begin to shake loudly as the wind rages outside “Fucking hell” I mutter to myself. The wood creaks and groans a little too loudly for my comfort. Worried, I pick up my phone, no signal. “Shit” I toss the useless thing into my pack, it clatters loudly against the small handgun I've not so subtly hidden.

“I guess this getaway trip is going to be longer than expected” I mutter to myself in annoyance “The gallery is going to kill me”  Another loud gust of wind shakes the cabin more violently than before. The ground shakes and the ceiling rumbles, picture frames on the hearth rattle and fall onto the ground shattering loudly. The bricks around the fireplace crack, dust falls from the rafters. “Shit! If the fucking weather doesn't kill me first!” I yell to myself over the roaring noise. Throwing my belongings haphazardly into my bag I shrug on my coat and bolt outside, making a dash towards the car. I only take a few steps across the grass before the wind throws me off my feet and across the clearing. I hug my body close to the muddy ground and scream in fear as the winds tries to take me again “FUCK!”. My screams are silent in comparison to the booming noise surrounding me. A faint chanting travels on the winds ‘What the shit?’ I think to myself as the chanting gets louder and louder until a man's voice is clearly heard above the belting winds. The foreign chanting strikes my body with anxiety “Fuck this fucking Blair Witch bullshit” I cry out, as I attempt to stumble towards the car again. A strong blast of wind picks me up, throwing me high up into the air before suddenly dropping off. My heart stops as I begin to plummet towards the earth “FFFUUUUUCCKKK” I scream before hitting the ground with a crack, instantly losing consciousness.

The first thing I feel is the burning ache across my back shooting up into my skull. I groan, opening my eyes slowly to the sun beaming down on my face. “Oh my god” I whisper airily cradling my neck as I sit up. Looking around at my surroundings, wood and brick debris lay scattered across the clearing, the whole cabin, including the foundations, have been blown away. I sigh in exhaust, still clenching my backpack tightly. The feeling of frustration and exhaustion from the previous day's travels overwhelms me, I let out some shaky breaths. “Easy girl, you're alright” I breathe “Keep it together”. I begin to break out into a sweat as the midday sun beats down on my miserable sitting form, still clad in my thick flannel pajamas. Huffing in frustration I shrug my jacket off and stand shakily. Life just seems to be throwing everything it can at me lately. Trudging towards the forest line I notice something eerie, the trees are a different now, the fucking trees are a different species! ‘How far did that wind throw me?’ I think to myself. 

After changing into the previous days smelly damp clothes I begin to wander through the woods, hoping to find someone who can help. After what felt like hours of plodding through the creepy unfamiliar forest I finally stumbled across a dirt road. To turn left? Or to turn right? That is the question. I turn right “right is right” I mutter to no one. Fatigue rakes my body as I continue down my path, sookie that I had skipped dinner the night before. Eventually the sound of baaing animals breaks through the silence and relief washes over me. Shakily passing over the hill, I gaze out over a beautiful green valley. The houses are round and built into the hillside, adorned with lush gardens of flowers and fruit. As the sun begins to set, the sky is painted with vibrant pinks and purple, and glowing lights sprinkle the valley like stars across the night sky. “Oh my god” I almost cry in relief and happiness, completely delirious from hunger. 

Floppily jogging down the hill and along the dirt path, I pass many homely houses. ‘I don't think I've ever seen houses built like this before’ I let my thoughts drift ‘Maybe they're some sort of commune’ I gaze in passing at the arched windows, and colourful round wooden doors that are unusually short ‘Maybe they’re a commune of little people?’ It doesn’t make any sense but neither does an entire cabin and car, flying away and leaving little to no trace. My patience is waning as it becomes the second night without food. Throwing caution, and pride, to the wind, I open the closest little picket fence and tiredly stomp up the stone steps towards a large green circular door. Knocking three times, I hurriedly rake my fingers through my hair and straighten out my jacket and shirt, anxiously waiting. The door opens with a loud creak, and behind it stands a surprised little man with pointy ears and wavy brown hair. ‘Definitely not a little person’ I think to myself.

“Good evening?” he says warily, straightening out his patchwork dressing gown. 

“G’day, look this is super random but I think I’m lost” I swallow, the hard lump in my throat “And I haven't eaten since yesterday, and I don't know where I am, and I’m really fucking tired” I choke out, tears begin to well in my eyes as the stress from it all finally hits me. The mans eyes widen in shock, and my cheeks burn hot in embarrassment from unloading onto this rather awkward looking strange.  The man shifts his weight uncomfortably “Well there's no need to cry Miss..?" He trails off, "Y/N" I sniffle, " Well Y/N, I'm Bilbo Baggins, at your service,” he bows “I suppose you can come inside, just till we’ll get you sorted out” he wags his finger, clearly flustered by my emotional outburst. The man steps aside and opens the door wide, I duck under the door frame and enter. 

The entrance room glows from the candle lit chandelier, the air is warm and inviting. I hug my arms around myself tightly, shuffling out of his way as he shuts the door and potters past me “Come on Miss this way”.

I stammer uncertainly “Um should I take my shoes off?” I notice his comically large and oddly hairy feet are bare. He stops and spins around in surprise “Oh certainly, thank you” he smiles surprised. “You can store them behind the door”. Plopping myself on the floor I take my tan hiking boots off and stuff my socks inside, cringing at the smell and stiffness of my toes. “I’ve never seen such craftsmanship before, you must have a unique cobbler” Bilbo quips. I stuff them neatly behind the door “Ah yeah they’re alright” I stand brushing myself off, smiling at him awkwardly.  He pats his hands on his sides like an awkward penguin before spinning round. “This way” He guides me through curved corridors into the kitchen. “Sit please” He pulls out the smallish chair for me, the matching table size makes it difficult to sit politely. Judging by Bilbo's proper gentleman nature he probably values good manners. I ponder to myself, shuffling uncomfortably trying to straighten my posture. Bilbo treads back and forth across the kitchen, setting a pan on the hot plate over the fire, “I bought some fresh fish today, I hope that's alright?” He turns to look at me. My stomach growling loudly at the thought, I nod, cheeks heating  “That’d be great thank you”. He nods back, before turning round again. Bilbo places two whole fish, along with some vegetables into the hot pan before covering it with a heavy metal lid. The smell of cooking fish permeates through the room making my mouth water. I continue to watch the strange little man as he sorts out two tea cups and saucers “Chamomile or lavender?” he says over his shoulder “Chamomile please” He nods, continuing to make the pot. He rests the teapot on a hook over the fire before sitting down across from me.

“If it’s not too rude, may I ask where you’ve come from? You wear very peculiar clothes” My eyes widen, not knowing how to respond to that, I glance down at my dirty looking clothes. I was clad in a khaki green, slim fitting shirt, and a pair of long black leggings with my denim jacket tied around my waist. It didn't seem very ‘peculiar’ to me, but I suppose if I lived on a mediaeval commune filled with little gnome people, I’d find it strange too. 

“Well, I come from a small outback town, though I moved around a lot when I was younger” He nods in understanding, hand rubbing his chin in thought “And where is the outback?” I stop, realizing the stark differences between our cultures “It means like, rural, or country” Bilbo ahs in actual understanding this time “Still, quite strange clothes for country folk” He states “Though I don’t travel much myself, so I suppose the race of man may have changed beyond my knowledge” He nods to himself “Yes that must be it” he trails off before the loud whistle of the kettle interrupts our conversation. Bilbo hops up and busies himself in the kitchen again, before coming back with the hot food and drink, placing it down on the table along with some ornate silverware and napkins. “Well, dig in”. Bilbo and I chatted idly over the delicious hot meal, it was exactly what I needed to regain my strength. 

I sigh in relief, patting my now stuffed belly “That was amazing, thank you” I say gratefully. Bilbo nods, staking the dirty dishes in a pile “Well you came at the right time honestly, I’ve just restocked my pantry” He says placing the dirty dishes in the sink. I rise from my spot “Here I can help with that” I offer. “Oh no no no, you rest now Miss, I’ll handle it, you should bathe though” I frown, raising my eyebrow at him “I stink that bad huh?” He freezes, mouth agape and eyes wide, “Ah” he stutters. A smile stretches across my face “I’m just taking the piss, I know I stink” I laugh, as relief clearly washes over him, he lets out a gentle chuckle. “Ah yes well, the guest room is just through this hall, then left through to the very end, then left again, it should have everything you need” He says. I grab my bag from next to my foot, “Thank you again Bilbo, really, It’s very generous of you”. He smiles kindly “Yes well, what kind of hobbit would I be if I were to leave a lady in distress, Hmm?” I smile in confusion but nodded along ‘Hobbit, what the fuck does that mean?’. As he turns back to the dishes I walk down the hall following his directions “Taking the piss” I hear him mutter to himself, I chuckle quietly and continue on my way.

Opening the door to the guest room a gentle light emits from the dwindling fire on the left wall, across from it lays a medium sized bed, probably a queen or king size for him but it’ll do. A copper metal bath sits tucked into the far left corner. Dumping may bag on the bed I stride over and begin running the bath. ‘Hot water, thank fuck’ I think running my hand under the stream. Stripping down naked, I hop slowly into the tub, skin burning against the hot water. Despite enjoying the outdoors I can only tolerate so much of it for so long. I turn the faucet off and sink into the water until only my face peeks out. I hum in content before spying a supply of ornate bottles sitting on a shelf next to the tub. Picking one up I glanced at the label tied around it ‘Cleansing Ash’ it reads.

‘Pretty self explanatory’ I pour some of the contents out onto my palm. A floral smelling powder falls out, I hum curiously rubbing it into my scalp and across my body. The smell of roses and lavender permeates through the small room. Lines of dirty water run down my body as I scrub the filth away. I continue methodically scrubbing and rinsing until the water running off me is clear, and the water is cold.

Flopping out the tub, water splashing onto the floor, I wrap myself in one of the fluffy towels before heading over to my bag and pulling out the last of my clean clothes. A plain oversized shirt and hiking shorts. I throw them on before crawling into the warm bed. I snuggle tiredly under the covers ‘I’m sure Bilbo won't mind if I rest my eyes for a bit’ I think before drifting off into a deep sleep.

Master List

Pt.1 - Pt.2

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin #thorin oakenshield #bilbo #x reader #fili and kili #kili durin #kili x reader #bofur #fili durin #the company of thorin oakenshield #the company x reader

[bookworm-with-coffee]

MASTERLIST

☆ * • * • * • * • * • * • * ☆

The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃

• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)

• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)

• Softly - (Kili x Reader)

* • * • * • *

Assassin's Creed 🗡

(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III & Rogue )

• Aesthetics - Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye

• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)

* • * • * • *

Hogwarts Legacy 🪄

• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch

• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)

* • * • * • *

Van Helsing 🦇

• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)

* • * • * • *

Being Human 🩸

• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON

* • * • * • *

Star Trek 🪐

(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)

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[okay-j-hannah]

Part 1: An Academic

The Hobbit / Doctor Who : Multishot

The Company x Reader x Tenth Doctor

Word Count: 5315

Warnings:

Request: “Hi so know this is a bit of a weird one but could I request maybe a two part type thing or it can just be super long if that’s easier for you. But the reader is from earth but finds herself in middle earth and help’s reclaim Erebor but gets sent back and then around the 10 years later or something they meet the doctor (you pick on what doctor) and he takes her to middle earth but it’s set in the lotr time and they are just confused at how much has changed and that they get to meet the company and they are happy to know that they are alive and refuse to believe that they have grown up. If it’s too much then don’t worry about it and have a good day/night and drink some water :)” @tree0frog

A/N:

(Y/N) bit into an apple, crisp and sweet as she jogged up the steps of the apartment complex. She used her keycard to scan the lock, entering her humble student housing. It was by no means a luxury with it’s outdated appliances, shotty internet, and suspicious black spots growing on the shower walls.

But it was what she could afford considering the part time job, full time student schedule, and car payments. She was just thankful to have a private room.

She finished her apple and sought the computer to finish a few homework assignments. Having just started her first semester of college, she made it a goal to prioritize schoolwork.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with watching something while finishing an essay. She opened a streaming service and found the Hobbit trilogy, letting the droll of dwarves and the fire of dragons fill the background as she typed away.

The endearing antics of Bilbo making her smile while the stories of Bofur made her laugh. Her eyes whipped to spot the scenes containing the line of Durin: Thorin’s wavy hair or Kili’s beautiful face.

She began to hum the tune of Misty Mountains, standing to find herself a drink. She went for her bedroom door –

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,

To dungeons deep and caverns old.

We must away ‘ere break of day,

To find our long, forgotten gold.

(Y/N) walked through the door and screamed.

“Holy shit!” She danced on her bare feet, feeling soil and weeds tickle her toes. She was covering her face, suddenly blinded by a harsh orange light.

Her heart was beating so fast it was propelling itself into her throat. She began to blink rapidly, adjusting to her new surroundings.

She was outside on a rocky outcrop. A nearby ledge spoke of the base of mountains. Sparse pine trees and crumbling rock descended to a wide stretch of field land below. Birds could be heard near the pinecones and snapping twigs told of life all around her. The overwhelming orange glow that attacked her sight turned out to be the setting sun.

It blazoned the horizon with its ombre of colors, quickly fading into pink and violet. It flooded the surrounding land, not a house or building to be seen.

(Y/N) gapped, inaudible noises falling from her open lips. She whirled around, seeking the chipped bedroom door she had just walked through. But there was nothing but the steady incline of the rocky mountainside behind her.

“What in the…” she gasped, “What?” She raised a hand and touched her face, prodding at the soft skin there. It felt real. She reached out and touched the pine needles of a nearby tree. It poked her finger, acute and sharp. That felt real too.

“Did I fall asleep at my computer?” she whispered to herself. She pinched at her arm, “Am I dreaming?”

She suddenly slapped at her face, gasping at the sting. “There’s no way this is real.”

But the chill of the coming night air was prickling her bare legs and feet. She was wearing nothing but her pajamas, a sweatshirt with her college logo on it and a pair of black shorts.

“Am I just disassociating?” she questioned, “Have I just fallen into my imagination?”

A terrible growl reverberated between the jagged slopes of the mountainside. It was so low and menacing it grumbled in her abdomen. It made her jump.

“Oh, god.” She found her feet beginning to descend the rocky outcrop, arms flailing to keep her balance, “God tell me there isn’t something chasing me.”

She winced and groaned as little pebbles and sharp needles stuck in her feet. The large rock mounds were becoming smaller as more and more pine trees grew from the ground. (Y/N) ran towards the open field, at least getting away from whatever the terrible growl was.

“I’ve finally lost my mind,” she decided, “It’s been a week and college already broke me.”

Her feet slid against the loose soil, toes jabbing into rocks. Spiney branches of pine needles snagged at her hair and sweatshirt. Another spine tingling growl bounced through the air, making her squeal and stumble.

One of her feet dug into a tree root, throwing her into the ground. She rolled down a portion of the mountainside, nearing the bottom. Gasping and crying all the while, she landed in a heap near the beginnings of long field grass.

She could already feel the bruises forming along her joints, but her bare legs had the worst of it. Long jagged cuts and scrapes covered her skin.

The newfound pain combined with the rising paranoia sent crazed tears to her eyes. “Can someone please tell me what is happening?” The answering roar was not the response she was hoping for.

It sent her scrambling to her feet, “I magically appear on the Rocky Mountains and a grizzly bear decides to hunt me.” She began treading more carefully through the grass, “Definitely not how I pictured spending my Saturday night.”

She spent the next hour limping about the tall, sage green grasses. Bunches of lavender and daisies led her to a tree line much different to the pine of the mountain. Broad leafy branches provided cover as she followed the sound of trickling water.

Resting at a pebbled stream, she drank her fill and took the time to clean her wounds, scrubbing away the grimy feeling of dirt.

“I haven’t seen a single road or car or building,” she thought, “There’s got to be a city nearby.”

The sky was now a deep purple – soon it would be blue black with night. If she didn’t find refuge somewhere then she’d fall prey to wandering beasts and the bitter cold.

Using the last hour to collect her thoughts, (Y/N) found her shock wearing off. Replacing it was the instincts to survive no matter how unbelievable the transition from bedroom to the wilderness was.

She followed the stream until something other than the periodical growl caught her attention.

A deep round of laughter.

She limped towards the noise – where there was laughter there had to be people that could help her.

She was cautious as the sound of conversation accompanied the laughs. Loud, bellowing voices led her out from behind the trees. In the distance she could see a house, complete with a barn, wooden fences, and wandering cattle.

Near the entrance was a pile of logs, a trio of men collecting what appeared to be firewood. One was slumped to the ground trying to hold the many planks of wood. The other two were tossing an axe between them and laughing merrily.

“How do you fair folk get wood for your furnaces?” one said with mirth, a scottish accent to his words.

“You can hardly carry three logs,” the other added, swinging the axe. He tossed another cut piece at their third companion.

The shortest of the three attempted to catch the wood, but failed miserably as he was put off balance and crashed to the ground.

“Blasted dwarves,” he muttered, “And your ridiculous fondness of axe wielding.”

(Y/N) scrunched her brow, spying on them from the bushes. Dwarves?

“Come now, Mr. Baggins,” a braided dwarf said, “We’ve all got to pitch in to help our host.”

“Yeah, I don’t fancy being eaten,” the younger dwarf said.

(Y/N) was blinking hard. Did that dwarf just say Mr. Baggins?

“He’s not going to eat us,” said the dwarf with braids. They were sticking rather funnily out from under his hat. “Though I wouldn’t want to anger him by any means. Not out here at night.”

After a great deal of squinting, (Y/N) could now see who she believed to be a Mr. Bilbo Baggins readjusting planks of firewood in his arms.

He huffed, “Best get back inside. Shall we?”

The younger dwarf was still swinging the axe in a manner of showing off. In a swift throw he had the blade imbedded into the ground at Bilbo’s feet.

“Oi, watch it!” cried the hobbit.

The hat wearing dwarf burst into laughter despite the scolding of his words, “Now, Kili – what would we do without our burglar? I hear his feet are his best asset. He’ll be useless in a heist without them!”

Kili returned the laughter, clapping his friend on the shoulder and saying, “Apologies, Bilbo, but you should see the look on your face.”

(Y/N) was slowly revealing herself from behind the bushes, her mind whirring a million miles an hour. If the young, dark-haired dwarf was Kili, then the hat wearing dwarf had to be Bofur. She knew all of them.

All three of them were characters in the movie she was just watching.

That meant that those mountains behind her weren’t the Rocky Mountains… they were the Misty Mountains. And the wide expanse of land that didn’t have any bustling cities or busy roads… that was Middle Earth. And the house that hosted the company, that had to be the home of Beorn.

Beorn the skin changer. He was the terrible growl that she kept hearing in the woods.

This was the beginning of The Desolation of Smaug, and the company was taking refuge before venturing towards Mirkwood.

No, hang on a moment. This was absurd! How could she have walked through her bedroom door and have ended up on the slopes of the Misty Mountains? Sure she was watching the movie when she left, but how could that have…

She put a hand to her head, watching the trio of company members decide to return inside for the night. Her feet started moving against her will.

“Ex-Excuse me,” she whispered, clearing her throat to say it louder. “Excuse me!”

The three characters turned to her voice with quick precision, their previous laughter missing from their faces. Bofur was the first to speak – kind words with a hint of hesitance in them.

“Evening, lass,” he smiled though it didn’t reach his normally jovial eyes. “Who might you be?”

“I’m…” she swallowed hard, “My name is (Y/N). I’m not from around here. And I’m lost.”

Kili darted his eyes to her bare legs before trying to keep them resolutely on her face, “Pardon me, miss. But where are the rest of your skirts?”

(Y/N) tugged on her sweatshirt sleeves, letting them consume her hands, “I’m afraid I have nothing but shorts.”

“Shorts?” Bofur tested the word, “What are shorts?”

“Ah, they’re trousers, but cut at a short length.”

“Why in the name of Durin would you want that?” Bofur snorted. “It’s freezing outside.”

(Y/N) felt her cheek twitch in an almost smile, “Yes, I’ve figured that much out.” She gazed down at her legs, “I’ve been robbed of my supplies and have been wandering these woods for hours. I ask only for a place to stay the night, please.”

Bilbo began looking between his companions, expecting them to answer her instantly. But when they did nothing but contemplate her, he piped up, “Of course you can come in.” He scolded the dwarves, “Honestly, you two.”

“Now Bilbo,” Bofur said loudly, “We don’t know this lassie.”

“And she doesn’t know us,” Bilbo said firmly, “I’m not about to let this poor woman freeze to death.” He nodded towards (Y/N), “My dear, let’s go find you some proper clothes.”

“It’s not our house,” Kili said, still flustered by (Y/N)’s lack of pants. “We can’t accept new guests without consulting the host!”

Bilbo beckoned (Y/N) with his hands full of firewood, “He’s rather busy at the moment seeing as he’s currently a bear and all.”

That finally got a smile out of her even if the dwarves were still suspicious of her. She didn’t blame them – dwarves were a race full of pride and secrets, they don’t easily trust a newcomer.

“I’m very grateful,” she said to them, following Bilbo. “Really I am. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t come across you chopping wood.”

Bofur trailed behind, “Have you got a limp there, lass?”

“I took a tumble down the mountain,” she said quietly, “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

Kili snorted, then shook his head as if he weren’t supposed to find suspicious strangers funny.

“We can get you on the mend,” Bilbo said, almost like a mother hen. “There’s plenty here to share.”

“How we’ll explain it to the others, I don’t know,” Bofur sighed, “Thorin won’t be pleased.”

“He’s hardly ever pleased these days,” Kili muttered, helping to open the door.

Inside the great wooden front doors was an oversized house. Everything was a size too big, even for a human. But it had that rich oak atmosphere where everything was warm and alight with the glow of the fire.

There were large wolf hounds guarding the entrances and ginormous bumblebees buzzing about the rafters and open windows. She could see the heads of cows popping in for a visit and a dwarf or two was feeding them straw.

The hoard of dwarves congregated mostly by the roaring fireplace, attempting to sit at too large of chairs.

(Y/N) was finding her eyes darting from one face to the next, cataloguing the familiar characters. Dwalin was sharpening a battle axe apparently ignoring the fussing tone of Dori beside him. Oin was stoking the flames while his brother Gloin was eyeing the fine gold plated jewelry box atop the mantelpiece.

Nori was polishing a thing of silver, admiring its shine while his younger brother Ori was scribbling away in his journal. Bombur and Bifur were washing dishes at the sink, which was the size of a bathtub and required both dwarves to stand on stools to reach. This left Thorin, Fili, and Balin – all three of them conversing quietly at the table.

“Right then,” Bilbo huffed, dumping his armful of wood. “You’re taller than me,” he addressed (Y/N), “But I suppose one of my shirts might fit you better than a dwarf.”

Bofur and Kili were sharing looks as their companions sensed the shift in atmosphere. Dwalin stood, battle axe poised in his hands in his most threatening stance.

Ori’s charcoal pencil paused in its scribbling, catching the attention of those beside him at the fireplace.

“What is this?” Gloin grumbled behind his bushy beard.

The table of conversers lifted their heads from where they were bent together. (Y/N) swallowed hard, looking to each with very clear fear in her gaze.

Bilbo was completely unbothered, rummaging in his pack for some extra clothes, “Some suspenders will help, but we’ll have to hem a pair of pants to fit you.”

“What have you done?” came the low growl of Thorin Oakenshield.

(Y/N) tugged on her clothes, suddenly wishing to be as small as possible.

Balin put a hand on Thorin’s arm, “Who have you brought with you, cousin?”

“Someone lost in the woods,” Bofur said awkwardly, picking at his knitted gloves, “She was seeking shelter.”

Thorin stood, hulking in his furs, “Is that all?”

“Where do you come from, lassie?” Dwalin drawled, moving to stand beside his king. “You and your strange clothes.”

(Y/N) mumbled as she searched for her voice. “I was – was in the Misty Mountains. Attempting to scale them, more like.” She blessed her knowledge of Middle Earth. “I was ravaged by goblins and sent tumbling down the mountain.”

“Goblins don’t leave their tunnels,” Nori said lowly, “They’d burn in the sun.”

“I was caught resting in a cave,” (Y/N) said quickly. She had to stop herself from adding, ‘that’s what happened to you guys too, right?’

Balin seemed more content with that answer, “Sounds like goblins well enough.”

“But your attire,” Gloin grumbled, “It’s not of any style I’ve seen on this earth.”

“The stitching is immaculate,” Fili remarked, “The lettering is such a strange pattern.”

That’s because it was mass produced by a mechanical sewing machine, (Y/N) thought. “This is the lettering of my house,” she gestured to the college logo, “I come from a family of academics.” She prayed that was believable, “We have some rather eccentric ways of thinking. That includes the evolution of clothing.”

Some of the dwarves became lost in that statement, clearly not as versed in academics and sciences. But others like Ori and Balin were intrigued, Bilbo as well as he produced a linen shirt and suspenders.

“I’ve never heard of such a house,” Balin mused, stroking his mighty beard. “Not in all my years working with genealogies.”

(Y/N) bit the inside of her cheek, “We are but a few. We created our own sigil and broke away from others to form our house.”

“How do we know this isn’t some trick,” Dwalin glowered, “I would like to know why this academic decided to venture over the mountains alone.”

She felt scrutinized under every eye in the house, it was making her quiver.

Bilbo was scolding everyone again, “For goodness sake,” he muttered, “Can’t you see she’s cold and injured. Honestly, don’t any of you have manners for the lady.” He offered the linen shirt and (Y/N) promptly held it to shield her legs from view.

Kili seemed torn between being a gentleman and respecting his uncle’s hesitance. In the end his conscious won, nudging (Y/N) to stand behind him.

“There’s no harm in providing her some supplies and a place to stay. We can consult our host in the morning.”

(Y/N) was feeling cornered. Did she tell them the truth? No, they’d never believe her. Does she reveal that she knows them all? That she knows their fate? She eyed the back of Kili’s head, envisioning what was to become of him during the Battle of the Five Armies.

“I don’t blame your suspicion,” she said quietly, “I know who you are and what you are trying to reclaim.”

Kili sidestepped to reveal her face. “What?”

Thorin growled, “Impossible.”

“She is an academic,” Ori muttered.

“What do you know?” Fili asked.

(Y/N) licked her lips, choosing her words carefully. “You are the company of Thorin Oakenshield. You’re on your way to reclaim Erebor beneath the Lonely Mountain. The throne of Thror, grandfather of your rightful king.”

Tension was building in the house, tangible in the way shoulders straightened and hands went for their weapons.

“I study tales and stories from all over Middle Earth. I know of all its secrets.”

“And I suppose you thought you could reclaim the treasure for yourself,” Dwalin said, “Seeing as you have such a wealth of knowledge to guide your path.”

“No,” she said loudly, “I only have an interest. I have no wish for glory. There is a dragon in that mountain, you know – how could I approach it all by myself.”

Oin said gruffly, “There is word that the dragon might’ve moved on. Birds have been…”

“… seen flocking to the mountain,” she finished, “That’s doesn’t mean anything. Believe me there’s still a dragon there asleep.”

“How could you possibly know that?” Dori asked.

“I told you, I come from a house of academics. We have eyes everywhere and they send us knowledge from all over the world.”

Balin harumphed, “Spies. The lot of you are spies.”

“In a way,” she muttered, “I grew tired of reading things secondhand. I wanted to experience it for myself. That is why I left my home.”

Bofur chuckled, “For someone so knowledgeable, you seem to have fallen short in your survival.”

She smiled warily, “It’s apparent I don’t have skill as a traveler. But I am still valuable.” She eyed Thorin, “I know the path your taking and the perils you’ll meet on the way. I know all the people you’ll converse with and the kingdoms you’ll pass through. I could help.”

“What is your name, lass?” Balin asked.

“(Y/N),” she said.

The old dwarf considered her before speaking, “Well, Kili – let’s get a pair of your pants and hem them for (Y/N).”

“Um…” Kili whipped his head around, eyeing his uncle as he said, “Yeah, of course.”

Bilbo held his head up, exasperated that it took that long to assist her. “Her legs will need tending as well.”

Thorin kept his piercing gaze on (Y/N) as she was led to the fireplace where Oin could mend her injuries. Balin and Fili kept his head level as they discussed the possible benefits of this new traveler.

(Y/N) spent the rest of the night conversing with the dwarves and Bilbo. They shared bread and honey with her as she wove an imaginative tale of where she came from and where she was going.

All she could think was how grateful she was for making the night.

~~~

They had made it to the woodland kingdom of Mirkwood, full of the arrogant, secretive elves under Thranduil’s reign. (Y/N) knew how they’d lock the dwarves up just for being of the opposing race.

She also knew that Bilbo had found the One Ring and was currently using it to remain invisible.

“Listen to me, Bilbo,” she had said to him the morning before being ambushed by the Mirkwood spiders. “In the Woodland Realm there is a river you can access through the wine cellar. Should we ever find the need for escape from that place, the barrels can be used to float down the river.”

Bilbo had looked at her with such clear confusion, still being affected by the poisonous air of Mirkwood, “How do you know that?”

She smiled at him, eyeing his pocket that concealed the ring, “We all have our secrets.”

He scrunched his face in thought as she led the company back through the forest.

Now slumped against the wall of the prison cell, (Y/N) hummed to herself, thinking of all the things she yearned from her past life. A hot bath with that lovely soap she got from the mall. Clothes warm from the dryer as she sang to her favorite playlist. Fast food she picked up on her way home.

“We’re never getting out of here,” Ori moaned in the cell across from her.

“I refuse to die by the hands of those prissy long eared fiends,” Dwalin grumbled. “We’ll find a way through these walls.”

“Yes, you will,” (Y/N) whispered to herself, banging her head against the cave wall.

She didn’t think anyone heard her until Balin muttered through the connecting window between their cells.

“What was that, lass?” he shifted closer, “How can you be sure?”

She choked on her words, “I have faith.”

“Hm…” Balin hummed, “You seem to have many predictions that have come to pass. Gandalf leaving us before Mirkwood…”

(Y/N) started rubbing at her temples, “I overheard him saying something.”

“The fact we would get lost in those woods.”

“Everyone gets lost in those woods.”

Balin chuckled, “How we would be captured by the elf king’s son. That Bilbo would somehow not be with us.”

She sighed, “Are you trying to make a point, master dwarf?”

The old dwarf paused, “I feel as though your circumstances arriving to this place are not what they seem.”

“What do you believe them to be?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything, lassie. But I do wish you would be honest with me.”

She continued to bang her head against the cave wall, trying to will some inspired lie to grace her tongue. But her crafted mask was so layered it was exhausting to keep it on. She wanted to tell someone the truth.

“I come from a place very far from here.”

Balin remained silent for a minute, “We may be locked in here a while longer – I’m settled for a good story.”

“Yes, Bilbo will be here shortly.”

“How can you know that?” Balin chuckled again.

(Y/N) shrugged, unable to see any of her companions past her cell. “I just do. The elf guards are going to overindulge on wine as Bilbo makes his way down here to rescue us. He’ll take us to the cellars to escape.”

There was silence as the information was processed.

“Where I come from,” (Y/N) said quietly, “It’s a different universe. I’m not sure if you have a concept of what universes are.” She laughed to herself, “I’ve only ever seen them in movies.”

“Movies?” Balin questioned, “Never heard of such a thing.”

“It’s a form of storytelling, like a play. Everyone has scripts and costumes and characters to portray. They tell stories for others to watch.” She didn’t dare touch the subject of cameras and technology. “One day I was watching one of these movies. One of my favorites.”

She stared up at the ceiling, “And when I walked through my bedroom door, I ended up inside the movie.”

Balin cleared his throat, “Inside the story?”

“Yes,” she said, “I somehow got sucked into one of my favorite stories, in the middle of the act. And I know everything that’s going to happen because I’ve seen the story so many times. I know all the characters and their path forward and what happens to them all.”

Balin kept his voice steady, “Such as how they get captured and how they escape?”

She laughed sadly, “Exactly.”

“Seems like witchcraft to me,” Balin muttered, “Something fit for the wizard to explain.”

“It’s hard to believe, I know.”

She couldn’t possibly know that just about every dwarf in those cells were listening in on their conversation.

“So far, lassie, your knowledge has kept us safe. It’s kept us hopeful while trapped in these cells.”

“You don’t think I’m insane.”

“Perhaps a little,” Balin smiled, “But I do know there are things you say that are unexplainable.”

And the dwarves all kept to themselves until the fateful moment that Bilbo reappeared with a dramatic flourish, keys in hand. He saved the day, unlocking all the cells until he reached (Y/N)’s.

He thrust the door open, “(Y/N)! You were right. The elves are drunken on wine down below. We can sneak into the cellar and ride the barrels out of here.”

(Y/N) shared a look with Balin, oblivious to how many of the other dwarves had similar interactions.

“Lead the way,” Balin said, “We trust you.”

And their journey forward was marked with orcs and elves alike. (Y/N) made a great effort to save Kili from getting an arrow stuck in his leg. They tumbled and rolled through the rapids, bobbing in their barrels.

(Y/N), considerably less stable then the dwarves, fell into the water, her head slamming into the surrounding rocks. She hissed, inhaling a mouthful of water, burning a path down to her lungs.

A sturdy hand reached into the river and pulled her up from the depths. It was Fili, dragging her onto the slippery shoreline.

Spluttering water from her lungs, she groped Fili’s arm for support, “Is Kili okay?”

“What do you mean?” the blonde brother questioned, “Where is he?”

Kili came sliding to his knees, beside her, “I’m perfectly alright,” he said, “But I don’t believe you are.”

(Y/N) sighed in relief, ending in a fit of coughs. She went to hug the brothers, “Then I did it.” She muttered into their soaking wet linens, “I can change the future.”

“What are you going on about?” Kili wheezed, trying to yank (Y/N)’s fingers from his back.

Thorin came tromping towards them, “Precisely.” He towered over them, “Explain yourself.”

(Y/N) stared up at him, a torrent of fear washing away the relief on her face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Enough,” the king said, “We all heard you in the dungeons, girl. We know there is something mysterious about you. We know you seem to believe to come from a strange different world. That you are able to predict things with unnerving accuracy.”

She was now surrounded by fourteen dripping companions, many torn between their growing fondness of her and their superstitions.

“How did you save Kili?” Thorin growled, “As you were just so relieved about.”

(Y/N) calmed her breath, a pounding in the back of her head. “The way the story goes – Kili was meant to be impaled by one of those orcish arrows, in the leg. It would be poisoned and would slowly begin to kill him.”

Fili grabbed his brother’s shoulder, bending down to look at his legs.

“I’m fine,” Kili said quickly, spotting more family members wishing to inspect him themselves. “I would have felt an arrow sticking out of my leg.”

(Y/N) wringed her hands together, “By the time you got to Lake Town he would’ve been incapacitated. It would require healing from one of the Mirkwood elves to save him. You would leave him in the town with some of your companions while the rest of you continued towards the mountain.”

“We would do no such thing,” Dori said, “We’d never leave our brothers behind.”

“You would if he was ill enough to hinder the journey. And with your belief that the dragon is gone, you wouldn’t need your full numbers to investigate Erebor. But you will be sorely mistaken. You’ll awaken the dragon and reign death and destruction across the people of Lake Town.”

Thorin took a few menacing steps towards her, eyeing her down with a piercing blue gaze. He sought any trace of deception in her face. He called upon all the times they were together, her stories by the fire, the care she showed towards the company, the motives for every kind act.

“Your head,” he said quietly, finally backing down, “You’re bleeding.”

She gulped, moving a few fingers to the pounding of her head. They came back red with blood. “That explains the growing headache.”

Thorin chuckled. He actually chuckled. “Tend to your wounds. We’ll need to move in an hours’ time.”

She nodded, “Thank you.” Fili and Kili remained by her side, lowering her to the ground. Bofur came around kneeling beside her as Oin gave orders for herbs that could be found along the tree line.

“You alright, lass?” Bofur asked, hand on hers, “I thought perhaps your journey with us was over.”

“I will be fine,” she said, feeling Kili grasp her shoulder.

“How can you know that?” the younger brother said, “Have you ever been a part of this story before?”

(Y/N) felt a trickled of fear, “No, I’ve only ever watched it. I don’t know what becomes of me.”

“But you know what becomes of us,” Fili said quietly, “Would you be able to tell us how the story ends?”

Her eyes flew to Fili’s face, young and full of promise. To Kili’s roguish eyes and lopsided smile. To Thorin a few feet away, standing firm with orders to his company.

She tried to keep the tremble from her voice, “I could. But I don’t know if I should.”

~~~

(Y/N) was stuck in Middle Earth for the coming weeks and months. She traveled with the company of Thorin Oakenshield all the way to the Lonely Mountain. She bonded with Bard and his children, she discovered the secret door into Erebor, she helped Bilbo sneak around Smaug, and she concealed the Arkenstone when Thorin fell prey to the dragon sickness.

In the coming days leading up to the Battle of the Five Armies, she gave sound advice to Fili and Kili, begging them to remain in certain areas. She tried to tell them with her eyes rather than her words that she was trying to save their lives.

But she never got to see the actual battle.

In a strange turn of events, she fell asleep against the makeshift barrier of Erebor’s gate. Fell asleep against the gate but woke up someplace else.

Her face was stuck to a keyboard, “Oh god,” she groaned. Her neck was stiff as she peeled her cheek away from the keys, “What the hell?”

She was facing the computer in her bedroom, one side of her screen rolling the credits of the last Hobbit movie.

“Did I…?” she blinked, “Was I asleep the whole time?”

Had she really dreamed months of her life in one sitting?

~~~

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Hello (*ﾟ▽ﾟ)ﾉ here to request some thorin x reader where the reader is a dragon trainer ? She lived with dragons since young and Smaug was actually her familiar/partner before, now she is trying to help the Dwarves get their home

Hello!! This is such a cool idea and it makes me want to watch How to Train Your Dragon...

Edit: I just now realized this was supposed to be a Thorin x reader... And I wrote just a Company x reader.. I’m so sorry!

Anywho, I hope you enjoy it!

“So you work with…Dragons,” Balin was carefully wording his sentences, in hopes of not offending you, nor his kin that he knew were listening very closely as he sat across from you. The fire crackled in the background and it reminded you of teaching the young drakes to control their fire in terms of intensity and range.

You had yet to sign the contract, wanting to read every bit of it thoroughly. As you told Gandalf, if there were any bits of information regarding killing or hurting Smaug, you would not sign it and you wouldn’t join in on their mission. 

Looking up from the parchment, you gave him a smile. “I do,” You encouraged, putting a finger where you were last reading so you could continue in a moment. 

“Do you know of Dragon Trainers, Sir Balin?” You inquired, tilting your head. 

“I’m afraid I do not,” Balin chuckled nervously to which you nodded in understanding. 

“I know Smaug had hurt you all severely, and for that, I am forever sorry,” You began, “But please know, that not all dragons are like him. He lost his way,” You sighed, looking back down at the paper. 

“How do you know he lost his way?” 

“I once worked with him, when he was younger.” You realized you now had an audience. The entire Company now hovering in the doorway, trying to not look so suspicious. 

“His former trainer died from old age, and he was heartbroken, he barely got up to hunt or make a small hoard, so they gave him to me to work with,” You began to tell his story, remembering play fighting with the small drake, taking him to get treats whenever he did exceptionally well during training. 

He transformed in front of your eyes. No longer was he the depressed dragon that he came to you as, he was kind and playful, courteous and passionate. Not this greedy, murderous, vicious beast that the world saw him as.

“And what happened?” Balin seemed very interested, wanting to know how he went from being in something akin to a dragon’s camp to rampaging his home. 

“We aren’t entirely sure,” You shook your head, “But the elder trainers think that it had to do with the unearthing of the Dragon Stone, or what most called it, the Arkenstone.” 

It felt like the world was put on pause as Balin stared at you in horror. 

“It’s a magnificent jewel, yes,” You nodded, “Beautiful and vibrant, glowing on its own. But it also has magic within it,” You explained. Pausing to put the quill where your finger was so you could grab your book out of your bag. 

“See here,” You flipped the pages rapidly to get to where you had put a placeholder before. The Arkenstone was drawn in the center, glowing bright, with dragons lined up behind it. 

“For some reason, the magic within it causes unfathomable greed in mankind, but for dragons, it sparks undeniable rage that is only calmed whenever the dragons are near it. Like some sort of drug,” You explained, “We haven’t ever been able to have a dragon near one without it causing them to go feral.”

“So you think when the Arkenstone was found and put in King Thror’s throne-”

“It was a beacon to dragons to come take it,” You finished Kili’s sentence as he approached the two of you.

“I don’t know if that’s the exact reason he did what he did, and nothing can excuse the hell he rained down on you all,” You looked over to them. 

“What Smaug did was terrible, and I understand that you want his head on a pedestal,” You focused on Thorin, eyes pleading. 

“Just let me help get you your homeland back. I can get him out safely and take him so he can go back to the far north so our elders can work with him.” 

“How do you know he’ll go with you?” Ori piped in, looking concerned. 

“I am a dragon trainer, and since he has left and done this, well, we’ve trained in how to deal with dragons that are falling to Dragon Stone magic.” 

“Bilbo can help me get the stone away from Smaug,” You looked at the newly contracted burglar with a grin, “And once it’s out of sight and covered, the magic effects should wear off and he should come to his senses.” 

Thorin sighed deeply through his nose before approaching. 

“We will trust what you can do, Lady Dragon Trainer.” 

“Thorin-” Dwalin opened his mouth to argue but Thorin shook his head. 

“Gandalf believes in what she can do, and if this can end with little bloodshed…” Thorin paused, recalling all of his kin screaming as dragon-fire exploded through the kingdom walls. Thousands of their military were wiped out within seconds. 

“Then I will gratefully take the opportunity.” 

“You won’t regret it, Thorin,” You bowed your head in thanks before resuming reading the contract, nerves twisting in your stomach. You had a long journey ahead of you. 

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[wanda-maximoff-enthusiast]

Hello! I saw that you said your requests for The Hobbit were open, which made me very excited because I love your writing style so much. May I please request for you to write something with Gandalf telling Thorin & Co. he’s adding someone to the company and them being very annoyed, and then Mr. Gandalf—in his infinite wisdom—referring to y/n as “she” and them flipping the frickity frick out because women are fragile and dainty and need to be protected (cue eye roll). Then upon meeting her, she’s a wee bit unhinged and wild and overall just Morally Gray Slightly Insane Badass? I’m thinking of Harley Quinn’s fight scenes from Bird of Prey where she’s just super kickass and efficient, slamming people into the ground and twirling her bat around like a baton.

I’m sorry if this is too specific! I’d love to see what you would do with this prompt. You can add any pairings you would like. If it doesn’t interest you, then I respect that, feel free to ignore! Thank you!

THIS IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION I think we need a little bit more badass (Y/N), come on guys

But yes, absolutely. This looks like it should have a part two, so if anybody wants that lemme know.

~Her~

the company x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary: Gandalf is adding somebody new to the company (albeit without telling Thorin), and the company are shocked when he lets one little pronoun slip.

Warnings: A bit of sexism (the dwarves think all women are quite meek and dainty), (Y/N) is an absolute girlboss so prepare for that

A/N: I'm rewatching the Hobbit atm. kili >>>>>>

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Gandalf towered over the dwarves - and Bilbo - as he spoke rapidly to try and avoid the orcs within a nearby fortress. "I think now would be best to tell you of the newest member of the company."

The dwarves looked at each other, suspicious of the wizard's intentions. Thorin's dark brows furrowed above his eyelids.

"Go on." He said, voice firm and demanding.

"Well, I believe this person will be a very good addition. A trained fighter, a little crazy, albeit, but still a useful asset."

Thorin's crystal eyes glared at Gandalf.

"And how much of this did you care to inform me of?"

"Thorin, I assure you, this is all going to work out-"

"Can we, like, not be doing this right now? In a few seconds, a whole army of orcs is going to burst through those doors." Fili spoke up, pulling two daggers from his pockets.

Kili nodded at his brother's words. "Yeah, just cut to the chase, what does this 'new member' go by?"

"Well, if I am correct, her-"

An uproar of 'her?' and 'what is he on about's erupted from the dwarves, all of them waving their weapons mockingly, before Thorin raised a hand to silence them.

"You're trying to sabotage us." "Thorin-" "A woman? Really?" Gandalf's gaze averted to the fortress, listening intently of any sign of destruction, as Thorin continued ranting angrily.

"Women do not fight, they are more accustomed to sewing needles than they are swords, why would you- what in Mahal's name are you looking at?" The dwarf king turned, as did the rest of the company, to see the orc fortress burst into flames.

Fire covered the entire structure, but even in the blazing embers and smoke they could see a figure walking towards them.

"Who is that?" Oin asked, tilting his head to get a better look at the person walking.

Gandalf smirked a knowing smile as he watched the dwarves' awe.

"That, Master Oin, is the newest member of the company. I would like you to meet (Y/N) (L/N)."

Everybody watched in pure shock as (Y/N) walked towards them, twirling a bat in her hand as if it weighed nothing, a sinister laugh falling from her lips.

"H-Her?" Bilbo asked, the hobbit clearly rather intimidated by this strange human, to which Gandalf sent him a comforting smile.

Finally, she stopped in front of them, blowing a large pink bubble with her gum before popping it with her teeth and chewing it, mouth open in a wide grin.

"Her." She said, leaning on her bat as if it were an arm rest. Mahal, this journey just got a lot more interesting.

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SORRY THIS IS ALSO SUPER OVERDUE AHH

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[guardianofrivendell]

So I’ve been throwing up all night and day, to the point ever water makes me sick and I just wanted to feel some warmth, how would the company react to a sick modern-reader?

A/N: Since I was stuck on every other WIP I had (joy) I opened this request again in search of something else to write. I felt like the company reacting to a sick reader has been done so many times, so I didn't really know how to write this while still being original. I figured I'd do it headcanon style, because people seem to love it when I do that. Besides... laughter is the best medicine right? Although I haven’t made that many jokes in this one, I’ve been a good girl :) 

Requested: well yes, there is an ask at the top of this post isn't there...? @that-teen2003 this one's for you

Warnings: mentions of being sick, throwing up (non descriptive), awkward dwarves, everyone brings out their inner Dori at some point, green (both the word and the colour)

How the Company Reacts to a Sick Modern Reader

it's not like you were doing it on purpose, getting sick

even though most of the Company thought you were at first

the Dwarves weren't hostile towards you but they weren't exactly friendly as well

you couldn't blame them since you kind of ambushed them, appearing out of nowhere

popping into Middle Earth straight from The Modern World™

you gave each and every one of them a heart attack

a lot of high pitched shrieks were heard when you fell into their midst

none of them wanting to admit you startled them

insisting it was you who had screamed like a little girl, not them

extra deep and low voices and rumbles for a few days after

even if they agreed to take you with them, planning on leaving you at the first human settlement they passed, it didn't mean they were happy about it

you weren't exactly a useful addition to the Company

no battle experience

no fighting skills

hardly any strength compared to theirs

no beard

no equipment or weapons, not even a blanket or an extra pack of clothes on you

you were wearing sandals for Durin's sake, having to stop constantly to get little rocks, pebbles or twigs out of them

questioning but mostly disapproving looks about your choice of wardrobe 

which was a shirt with shorts, and the sandals

tHe sANDALS

"I was enjoying my day at the beach, it's not like I planned on ending up here!"

but Dwarves are Dwarves, their hearts still in the right place

some might be a little off center but they're trying

everyone giving a few spare items so you were a little more protected against the elements

Nori giving you items you knew couldn’t be his 

Ori starting to knit thick woolen socks to keep your toes from freezing in the mountains and a scarf to match

but it wasn’t only the elements you were struggling with 

it was also the food, or the lack thereof

surviving on meager portions of stew every single day while hiking non stop took a toll on your body

really bad

as if you weren’t a burden enough

not your words 

you heard the mumbling and complaints about you slowing them down

so you decided to be helpful and look for edible plants to get some extra vitamins in, trying to recall your biology lessons on how to recognize poisonous plants and flowers

you were over the moon when you found some kind of plant that looked pretty similar to green cabbage

the Dwarves were a lot less enthusiastic when you showed up with your arms full of the greens, refusing every bit you tried to offer them 

“I don’t like green food”

“If it’s green it’s not meant to be eaten”

“Please tell me there’s meat on the menu as well”

cheering when Fíli and Kíli showed up with their hunted prey

smug little bastards

too stubborn for your own good you refused the meat and munched on your green cabbage leaves instead

it tasted horrible 

your stomach seemed to agree on that because the next day you were sick

we're talking stomach aches, fever chills, nausea, cramps

“ye look a bit green there”

cue boisterous laughing

encouraging back slaps from the dwarves trying to get you to move faster than your snail pace

most of them just found it hilarious you weren't feeling your best at first

“Told ya te keep to what Bombur made us, but ya wouldn’t listen”

but then you got worse and couldn't go any further

your legs felt like jelly and all you wanted to do was curl up on your borrowed bed roll and suffer in silence

some of them started to take pity on you and could convince Thorin to set up camp early

Oin gave you something to help your stomach and told you to go to sleep

but instead of helping, whatever he gave you made you violently sick

strong dwarven medicine isn’t meant for humans after all

you emptied your stomach in the nearest bushes, scaring most of the wildlife away and perhaps a few Dwarves too 

they finally realized this was serious 

the rough dwarven warriors turning into 🌈Care Bears🌈 almost instantly 

they took shifts sitting by your side

each Dwarf trying to make you feel better in their own way

Thorin’s way of helping was stopping earlier that day to give you the chance to rest, he loudly declared that this was all he would and could give you

the extra blanket on top of you was his, he claimed not to know how it got there

his eyes constantly went to the side of camp where you were resting to check how you were to keep an eye out for orcs or other scum 

Kíli and Fíli sat by your side together, one as calm as could be while the other constantly urged his brother to get Oín, because you shivered or you hadn’t moved for about a minute

“Kíli, they’re sleeping, of course they’re not moving”

Bofur took up his shift when a bout of high fever kept you awake, telling you stories about Ered Luin that were so fantastic and magical that you doubt they were true (they weren’t)

Dori of course had an absolute field day taking care of you, bossing everyone around (meaning mostly Ori poor lad), fussing over you every chance he got

Bifur gave you a miniature sculpture he had whittled while you were out the first few hours, the detail on it was astonishing

you loved it so much you kept it in your hand the entire time

Gloín gave you something similar to rusk, to try and nibble on it when you started to feel better, it helped his wife back when she was pregnant with his wee little son 

“They’re not pregnant Gloín!!”

Balin told you stories during his watch, just like Bofur did, only he told you about Erebor and its marvelous architecture

you were fascinated at first, finally learning about the location the Dwarves were heading to - they’ve been rather secretive about it after all - but when he started on the history and kept reciting dates, you felt yourself dozing away 

the next morning you felt a lot better 

it probably just had been a simple food poisoning

(you should’ve known better than to eat random plants but curse your stubborn nature)

that night when Bombur made yet another stew, you kept your mouth shut and silently ate your portion 

the dwarves fell back into their normal habit of teasing you maybe a little too easy

“Hmm, you know what this stew misses Bom?”

you stared at Bofur, who was grinning at you like a Cheshire cat - even though he didn’t know what that was, you realized - and you knew what he was going to say

don’t say it

don’t you dare say it

“Greens”

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[etherealmoonbow]

The Hobbit- The Company x Child Reader - Part 6

Hello everyone! This is chapter 6 of the company x child reader series. I am sorry for making you wait. As always, I included words in khuzdul on the story. If you wish to know the meaning the translation is at the bottom. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I send lots of love to all.💖🥰

Summary: The Company is ready to face the dragon, however Thorin isn’t convinced that the child should participate in the mission to recover the Lonely Mountain.

Here is Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5👈🏻

“Thorin! Thorin! I beg you! Listen to me!” I cried hysterically.

My body trembled with each of my sobs and tears blurred my vision.

“You can’t do this to us! You can’t leave Kili and me here!”

No words slipped through Thorin’s mouth. But the stoic look he was directing at me did nothing to calm me down.

“After all we had gone through! Aren’t you going to let us see the Lonely Mountain!”

I slammed my fists against his metallic armor, desperately trying to make him understand. But still no response came from the dwarf.

Thorin took firm hold of my fists, but I resisted and struggled to get free from his grasp.

I don’t understand it. I can’t stand it.

Thorin forbade Kili and me to follow the company to the Lonely Mountain. All we have been through just to… get separated.

First Mirkwood and its horrible spiders, the barrels, the orcs, stealing the armory, convincing the Master to help the Company…

Haven’t I proved myself worthy of this mission? I can’t help but feel betrayed by Thorin.

“(y/n)!” Thorin finally spoke with a firm voice.

“It’s dangerous for both of you to come, can’t you see I am trying to protect Kili and you.”

“And who will protect you!” I bawled.

Thorin’s firm expression remained. He looked at me, silently, like if some frightening thought crossed his mind.

Before another argument came out of my mouth Thorin pulled me in for a hug.

I could feel the coldness of his armor against my skin and the wetness of my tears soaking his clothes. Thorin was prepared to fight the dragon, but was I prepared to get apart from him?

“I don’t want to lose you Thorin, nor anyone of this Company.” I whimpered hugging Thorin back and burring my face on his neck.

“I’m a dwarven warrior” - I continued - “I’m sure I can protect myself.” I tried to explain myself in between tears.

Although deep in my heart, I could sense, Thorin was also afraid of losing me. Thorin pulled away from me and squeezed my shoulders with both of his hands.

“Yes (y/n), you are a dwarven warrior. But I need you here with Kili, would you keep him safe, for me?” I turned to look back at Kili. Thorin was right, Kili looked sick. But isn’t it unfair for him to stay in Laketown if the wish of seeing the Lonely Mountain is still on his heart? 

I wiped off my tears with the back of my hand and prepared to give my response.

“I will… stay with Kili. I’ll protect him as you asked me.”

Thorin seemed to be less preoccupied with my answer. But I wasn’t done speaking yet.

“But you need to promise I’ll see you again.”

I whimpered as I gazed directly into Thorin’s eyes.

Thorin turned his gaze away from mine. He looked hesitant; he didn’t wished to give me an answer. He never makes promises if he can't keep them. Still, I needed something to reassure me that I wouldn't go through the loss of someone I love, again.

The last time someone left me behind never returned. My father, my mother, my village… The same feeling of fear and helplessness of that terrible day took hold of me again. What if Thorin didn’t returned? What if the mission failed?

“Promise me Thorin!”

I cried, hoping, Thorin could answer me.

Thorin looked down at me, thinking thoughtfully of the words he was about to pronounce. He wiped my tears away with his hands.

“I promise, little dwarven warrior.” He pledged and sweetly kissed my forehead.

Thorin moved away from my side and got inside the barge with the rest of the Company. I watched as they left. A part of me wanted to jump inside the barge and follow my friends despite Thorin’s warning. But I made a promise to Thorin, and I do not intend to break it.

A long-kept breath left my lungs. How long have I been holding it?

I don’t know if to feel comforted or concerned about the situation. I guess the only thing I can do right now is to have faith. The sound of trumpets got me out of my trance. Agh! I grumbled internally. The Master of Lake Town is annoying in every possible manner.

When The Company and me got caught stealing the armory they made a whole drama about the issue. Dragging us in the middle of the night and waking up every resident of the town only because we were surprised stealing. I think it’s an exaggeration.

Even though, I could not complain too much about him, somehow, he helped the Company. But that fat and ugly man only cares about the coins in his pockets. His intentions were clear as day when Thorin mentioned the word “gold”.

As the Master ended his boring farewell speech to the dwarfs I made my way towards Fili, Óin, and Kili.

Among the bustle, I managed to perceive a familiar voice. “Bofur!” I called for him, although the crowd didn’t permit me to see where he was. After pushing many people apart, Bofur was able to reach the edge of the pier. He looked agitated and had dark circles under his eyes.

“Oh (y/n) ¿Did you got up late too?” Bofur asked while he regained his breath. The night before, Bofur had enjoyed pleasantly the finest wine the Master had to offer. Bofur surely had more drinks than he was supposed to.

“No, Thorin asked me to stay with Kili.” I answered with a slight touch of sadness in my voice. Behind me I heard a groan. It was Kili, he looked incredibly pale and couldn’t even stand up in his own. “We need help.” Fili declared. “But who will bring us aid?” - Óin asked – “Something tells me we won´t be welcomed by the people of Laketown anymore.”

“The Master!”- proposed Bofur- “If he is really interested in Thorin`s deal of sharing the gold he will surely help us.” Wasting no time, we made our way swiftly to the Master’s house. We tried to make our way through the crowd of people. I only prayed Kili could resist a little longer.

After running around Laketown the Master’s house appeared before us. It was three times bigger than any building that could be encountered in the city. It was obvious that the Master had appropriated of many other people's goods.

“Please! Wait! We need your help!” Fili shouted just in time before the Master got inside his house. “My brother is sick!” He pleaded.

“Sick? Alfrid! Tell them to leave!” - The master panicked. - “I can’t imagine what diseases this dirty dwarfs bring with them, surely its infectious!” He finished frenetically placing a cloth over his mouth and nose. Óin was right, we are no longer welcomed here.

Óin took a step forward. “Please! We only need some medicine.”

Alfrid's face turned into one of pure evilness. His gaze resembled that of an enraged troll. “Do I look like a healer? The Master is a busy man and we have given you enough of our help.”

“But we had a deal! Your help for the dwarfs’ gold!” I exclaimed angry.

“Well, I don´t see any riches or gold here.” Alfrid spat back.

“But you gave your word!” I argued. If I could, I'd punch Alfrid in the face, but I guess that wouldn't help much.

“We have no time for a spoiled child and a bunch of dwarfs, be gone now!” Laketown’s Soldiers pushed us away from the place at Alfrid`s command.

“Der Mump” I grumbled under my breath. Alfrid was indeed a wicked man. But he will pay for his sins, someday.

“What now?” - Bofur asked – “If the Master didn't help us, I think the people of Laketown won't either.” This situation was truly mortifying, worse than the giant Mirkwood spiders. I turned to look at Kili, he was very weak and I doubt he was even conscious at the time. We urgently needed to find a place for him to rest.

“(y/n), what about the girl you befriended at Bard’s home, do you think she can help us?” Fili questioned as he tried to keep Kili standing up. “Tilda? Maybe she can, but I’m almost sure Bard wouldn’t want to receive us inside his home again.” I explained.

When we were captured stealing Laketown’s armory Bard looked preoccupied and angry, he even spoke against Thorin’s mission of returning to the Lonely Mountain. I am certain he would kick us out of his home if we dare place a foot inside.

“We must try at least; we don’t have the privilege to choose now.” Óin pointed out. He was right, in this desperate situation we must do what we can. We made our way to Bard’s home, people stared at us, some indifferently and others with displeasure. I hope Bard doesn't feel either of those two things when he sees us again.

After some minutes we arrived at his front door. Bofur knocked the entrance in desperation. When it opened an angry bargeman was revealed. “No! I had enough!” Bard hissed when he saw the dwarfs. Bard moved to close the door but Bofur graved its edge not permitting him to do it.

“Please Bard! Kili is sick! I beg you to help us!”- I objected trying to gain the man’s favor. - “I know you have a good heart Bard, we just need a place to stay.” I pleaded to the bargeman trying to reason with him.

Bofur moved apart permitting Bard to see the deplorable condition in which Kili encountered himself. Bard didn’t wanted anymore problems, that’s for sure. But something inside the man couldn’t let him leave us in fate’s hands.

“Come in, before I regret it.” Bard said opening fully the wooden door of his house. The dwarves hurried into Bard's house and laid Kili down on one of the beds. Óin exposed Kili’s injury, almost tearing apart the cloth of his pants.

I gasped at the sight of the wound. I have never seen something like that in my life. Kili's leg looked like a trunk, the whole area had an intense reddish color and, in the center, a large black spot seemed to get bigger continuously.

How Kili could endure so much pain all this time? Dwarves never fail to surprise me, perhaps they are really tougher than they seem.

“(y/n)!” Tilda cheered. I turned my face around to look at the girl who seemed to fly towards my direction. She jumped and hugged me tightly. “I thought, I would never see you again.” Tilda mumbled while she hugged me. “Me too.” - I answered stepping back to look at her. -“But it hasn’t been more than a day.”

Tilda turned to look at Kili who was currently groaning in pain. “I don’t think we have any medicine that would possibly cure that wound, but we’ll do what we can” She pointed out handing me a bowl full of warm water and a wet cloth. “Thank you, Tilda,”. I muttered, giving Kili a concerned look.

Tilda’s words didn't really help me much, they made me start to worry. Kili had saved me once, was there no possibility that I would do it for him?

I walked towards the edge of the bed where Kili was lying down. I wiped the sweat from Kili's forehead with the damp cloth. Tears of pain welled up in Kili's eyes, and I felt one slide down my cheek as well.

Feeling the moisture on his forehead, Kili slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. I doubt he was fully conscious at the time. “Don’t cry (y/n)” Kili murmured. I quickly wiped away the tears that escaped from my eyes. Kili shouldn't see me cry, not now when he's feeling sick. 

“Rasup leshon Kili, I don’t like seeing you in pain”. I replied holding a sob.

Kili moved slowly and took my hand in his with a weak grasp.

“Gronit nai bi leshon (y/n), if a dwarven warrior like you is by my side, we have nothing to fear.”

“Kili, rasup nos men, I will not leave your side until you are recovered.” I whispered squeezing Kili’s hand slightly. He closed back his eyes, drifting into a distant dream.

“Athelas!” Bofur exclaimed suddenly. “We need Athelas to cure Kili’s wound. I’ll go and find it” Bofur claimed and ran out of Bard’s home in less than a second. “I wasn’t expecting that” - Óin snorted – “But I guess its better than doing nothing”.

Athelas. I repeated on my mind. Gandalf had told me once about this plant. He told me that the leaves of the plant were magical and that they could heal any wound, even the ones who didn’t had remedy. All this time I had thought that such plant was just a fairytale that Gandalf had told me for amusement. But it seems that it really exists. If Bofur finds it we could cure Kili.

The hours passed and the skies darkened. I couldn't stop thinking about how Thorin and the rest of the company would be. Bard’s house shacked from time to time. Had the dragon already woken up?

Fili and Òin seemed to be more concerned with Kili's condition than with the tremors. Tilda, Sigrid, and Bain argued with his father about things I didn't understand, and Bofur hadn't returned yet.

I continued to hold Kili's hand in mine and help Òin where I could. But there wasn`t much I could do for my friend. Another earthquake shook the house, this one stronger than the others.

"Dad, will we die here? Will the dragon come for us?" Tilda asked her father scared. I must admit that the idea of a dragon flying over our heads was not very pretty, but we couldn't do anything about it.

"No, he won't… if I kill the dragon first." Bard declared valiantly taking a huge metal arrow that he had kept hanging on his ceiling. The arrow was covered in dust, but it was still useful. Luckily, Òin and Fili were distracted by Kili’s condition. If they realized Bard actually had weapons to give them when they paid him… it would not end well.

Bard left the house together with Bain, I wish they have luck in their mission. Although killing a dragon seems like a risky and unlikely idea to me for a bargeman and his son. Sigrid and Tilda started to pack provisions, in case we needed to leave the house. I hope that doesn't happen though.

It wasn't long after Bard and Bain left when footsteps and knocks were heard outside the house. Had Bard returned yet?

“Bain and father must be back!”- Tilda cheered happily handing her sister a bunch of blankets and food.

"I'll go out and take a look”- Sigrid sighed as she stopped packing supplies in a bag.  - “Although… I don't think our brother and father had returned yet" Sigrid suspected as if reading my mind.

She went outside and started calling for her father. There was no answer. Something was wrong. There was no sign of Bard, nor Bain. Someone was lurking around the house, in the shadows, waiting for us to make a mistake.

Sigrid, concerned, turned to enter the house. That’s when I saw him, an orc, standing behind the girl. Sigrid felt the presence of the horrible being almost immediately. She fleetingly turned to face the despicable creature and let out a piercing scream that shook us all.

The orc pounced on her and Sigrid stepped back, blocking the entrance with the door. Another orc entered the house from the roof and then another through the window. They were like a plague.

Fili began to fight them and Òin threw what he found at their faces, but there were too many orcs for two dwarves to defeat alone. Tilda's screams were deafening, enough to drive the orcs away from her. She hid under the table alongside her sister.

My time as a bystander ended when an orc fixed his attention on Kili and me. "Oh no" I muttered, the orc was too big for me to fight against and Kili was in no condition to hold a dagger.

My first instinct was to throw the bowl of water I was holding at the monster. It did hurt the beast, but not as much as I wanted, on the contrary, it made him even more angry. The orc growled and raised his sword. He looked at me with hate and uttered something in an unknown language. Every word full of poison.

I wanted to scream, stand up, and run away. But I couldn't, fear had taken over me. I was frightened and couldn't even move. The hideous monster rushed furiously in my direction, ready to behead me. I could already visualize my head nailed to a stake. I closed my eyes and held Kili’s hand tighter waiting for my doom to come. “Farewell Kili” I muttered as tears fell down my cheeks.

The footsteps that seemed like thunder suddenly stopped. I didn’t felt any kind of mortal pain. Had I already died? When I opened my eyes, I saw the body of the orc lying on the ground. And a familiar blond elf standing behind him. It was Prince Legolas, he had saved me, me and Kili.

The Prince of Mirkwood eyed me for a moment, taking in my state of shock. Then he looked at Kili with an expression akin to pity which quickly turned to disgust. Still, the blond elf had saved my life, something I never thought would happen. He could make whatever faces he wanted. I can't blame him for being jealous of Kili, in the end he would have to accept that Tauriel's heart does not belong to him.

"T- th- thank you" I stuttered forcing the words out of my mouth. Prince Legolas offered me a smile and nodded. It was the second time that Legolas proves to be more than a spoiled prince. I think I had misjudged him. There is more goodness in him than I ever thought to find.

“Behind you!” I warned with a scream and the prince quickly returned to the fight. But Legolas had not been the only elf who had come to our rescue. An elf with familiar pretty reddish hair was fighting against the horrible orcs. It was Tauriel, who bravely fought against those monstrosities. Oh! if only Kili could open his eyes and see Tauriel. I'm sure he would recover in a heartbeat.

The orcs were soon outmatched by the two elven warriors and fled from Bard’s house. Legolas without thinking twice rushed to chase them. But before Tauriel followed her friend I managed to capture her attention.

"Tauriel! Wait don't go" I yelled. The elleth turned to look at me. Her eyes widened significantly when she saw Kili lying on the bed.

"We need your help Tauriel! Kili is wounded, only you can save him!" I pleaded running towards Tauriel and hugging her.

“(y/n), I need to go…” Tauriel tried to explain herself, but she never took her eyes off Kili. The dwarf cried and tossed around at the intense pain he felt, the poison wouldn’t take long to kill him.

“He is dying Tauriel! Please!” I begged the red haired elleth with anguish on my voice.

“I’m back!” - Bofur exclaimed bursting through the door – “It was hard, but I found it.” He claimed triumphantly raising the athelas into the air.

Tauriel approached Bofur and took the plant from his hand. She looked at Kili who agonized being slowly consumed by the poison.

"Tauriel! Let's go!" a scream was heard from outside. It was Legolas who called for her, to follow him into the battle.

The elleth stood by the door, in silence. It was a hard decision for her. But Tauriel was an elleth who possessed a kind spirit, she had already demonstrated it to me in Mirkwood. Tauriel would only listen to the voice in her heart.

“I’ll help” Tauriel finally answered moving towards Kili and checking his wound. Tauriel’s words made me feel relived, or at least, a little more at ease. Tilda and Sigrid came out from their hiding place. Sigrid quickly closed the doors and windows, however there wasn’t much to be done about the hole on the roof.

“I’ll help” Tilda offered squeezing my hand in reassurance. “Thanks” I muttered back with genuine appreciation.

“Clear the table and place him there” Tauriel instructed to the dwarfs who quickly threw everything that was above the table into the floor. “(y/n), please you and your friend bring towels and a bowl of hot water.” Tauriel continued referring to me and Tilda. We both as well followed rapidly Tauriel’s instruction desiring to help the best that we could.

The dwarfs placed Kili above the table struggling to hold him down. Kili wouldn’t stop moving, the pain inflicted by the wound becoming now unbearable. Tauriel washed the leaves of the athelas on the bowl of water and cleaned her hands. The red haired elleth then placed the plant directly onto Kili’s wound and started to speak in an unknown language.

Kili at first hissed in pain but a few seconds later he calmed down. Tauriel’s words soothing him into a deep sleep. It was magical, and Tauriel seemed to beam a pure luminous energy.

Kili’s wound was soon patched up and he went back to a deep sleep. Tauriel never left his side.

I sat in the kitchen, I was exhausted, and I think the others were too. After a bad day in Laketown everything ended well. “I have heard about the wonders of elven medicine, but I never had the chance to see it by myself. It was a privilege to watch her.” Òin commented sitting beside me. Fili and Bofur following his actions as well.

“We were very lucky, if she hadn't stayed, I think we'd be telling a different story.” Fili remarked. Fili still looked concerned. But it’s not his fault, he was the one who was scared the most with his brother's condition.

“Well, we now can rest. We deserve it after all we went through today.” Bofur sighed.

We stayed there, in a comfortable silence. Happy to be together and fine. Soon I started to feel tired, not being able to keep my eyes open. “Are you tired gasur?” Fili asked seeing how I couldn’t even hold myself straight.

“Yes, I am exhausted” I yawned rubbing my eyes. Fili and the others smiled, finding my situation somewhat funny. “Then go to sleep, we’ll watch over you, don’t worry.” Bofur said patting my back and directing me towards the nearest bed.

I fell asleep immediately, I only heard indistinct voices in the distance and felt someone placing a blanket over me. I was sleeping soundly when suddenly I felt a strong tremor, strong enough to bring down a house.

“Child! (y/n)! Come on! Wake up!” Someone was shacking me in an attempt to get me out of bed. I slowly opened my eyes and I saw Fili. “Is something wrong?” I questioned still feeling drowsy and unable to wake up fully.  

“No, but it will be if we don’t hurry up.” He answered picking me up in his arms and rushing outside the house.

“Why?” I asked hugging his neck.

“The dragon is coming.”

Words in Khuzdul

Der Mump – Evil Troll, Rasup leshon – I’m afraid, Gronit nai bi leshon - Don’t be afraid, Rasup nos men – I’m with you, Gasur – child.

Tags: @miriel-estelwen @sukeraa @quietly-scrolling-through @happycupcakeenthusiast @greeknerd007 @lostgirlsstuff @someoneinthestars

#the hobbit #the company x reader #child reader #thorin x reader #kili x reader #fili x reader #legolas x reader #tauriel x reader #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x y/n #the hobbit fanfiction

[cyrojelly]

The company x muscular!fem reader hcs!

(I'm sorry this took forever)

-Alright so this is another "girl from the modern world fell to middle earth" situation but hey you can protect yourself!

-For this headcanon your very muscular like luisa from encanto muscular sis you are STRONG and proud of your huge muscles. (Built like a dang jojo character)

-Back home you worked out hard and benched like 400lbs (many bench high for peak muscular growth both men and women) and spent your time hiking, and doing alot of outdoor activities on top of your workouts.

- As dwarves they recognized you as female considering dwarrowdams are very similar in appearance to them but they were however taken aback by your muscles!

-They had never seen such muscle on a human woman before so they were at a loss at first but after they calmed down they pretty much asked you a million questions "How is that even possible?" "Do all women look like that where you're from?" "What is a gym?" And many more!

- Thorin is more readily able to accept you since your strength is useful and allows you to pull your own weight in the group.

-You will protect bilbo with your life you dont care who you have fight just know that you will fight for that little hobbit.

-You may or may not have lifted kili and threatened to roast him over the fire after a prank. (Just jokes ofc....)

-Letting the dwarves try your protein bars that you had in your pockets.

-Going to rivendell and just resting and vibing, consulting with lord elrond to see if theres anyway you can get back home.

-Helping everyone escape Mirkwood since you stayed with bilbo (to protect him of course)

-Punching alfrid in laketown for being rude and almost punching several other people after they refuse to help kili when hes injured.

-Going to erebor and almost choke slamming thorin to knock some sense into him (the other dwarves stopped you..pity)

-Overall you have a very good survival chance in middle earth with your strength and you get to bond with the company.

#reader insert #the hobbit #the company of thorin oakenshield #fanfic #the company x reader #the company #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x y/n #thorins company #thorins company x reader #strongwamen

[faeriichaii]

Hija de la Luna - Chapter l

A/N: OK so I think I finished my first chapter yay!! It's not proofread yet, maybe I will do it tomorrow and erase any mistakes I might have made :) I really hope that you who reads this will enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it <33

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: my English lmao ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 3k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Gaihith ~ Little Dove ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Halwûna ~ Sweet One ࿐ྂ

The wind feels cold on my skin, as I looked up into the sky. Stars are dancing above, telling stories that are still unknown to most habitants of middle earth. Which one is the one to lead me to my destination? Which one leads towards a happily ever after for the upcoming journey? My eyes are roaming the entirety of the sky, when they settle on a small star that silently twinkles a little bit differently then the rest of its brothers and sisters. A smile forms on my lips, as I pull the hood of my cape lower and take a better grasp of my bag, which holds all of my necessities for the long travel days. I follow the small path of grass and stone, passing various different houses with small round doors.

The houses are built into the hills and are rather tiny in comparison to the ones I normally pass by. Taking a glance up at my destination, I come to an abrupt halt. In front of the door stands a rather short man. The top of his head seems to be bald, however, the sides are filled by his frizzy grey hair. I slowly start to ascend the small stone path that leads to the house and stand behind him. He is not that much shorter than me, only about maybe a couple inches. He turns around and I can see a proud beard adores his face. His bushy eyebrows scrunch together, as he musters me from head to toe. By closer inspection, it was obvious, that he was indeed a Dwarf. “Didn’t think our 15th member would be a lass.” Before I get the chance to say anything, he turns back towards the door and rings the bell.  After a short while of standing outside with the dwarf, whose name I still haven’t learned, a Hobbit opens the door. “Dwalin, at your service.” The dwarf in front of me says, before bowing slightly. The hobbit looks confused for a split second, before turning his attention to me. “Oh uhm- Melody, at your service.” I slightly bow, like Dwalin did mere seconds ago. “Hmm.” The hobbit suddenly tightens his bathrobe, still looking confused and slightly angered. Did we disturb him? “Bilbo Baggins, at yours.” With that, Dwalin enters through the small hole into Bilbos house. Following him, I also step inside.

“Do we know each other?” Bilbo asks us bewildered. “No?” Dwalin hands him his weapons and continues to walk into the home. “I’m sorry for the intrusion Mr. Baggins. Didn’t Gandalf mention anything to you?” At that, Bilbo looks at me like I grew a second head. “Did you say Gandalf?” I nod softly and smile sympathetically at him. It must be very confusing and overwhelming to suddenly have people barge into the comfort of your own home. He shakes his head in order to get rid of his thoughts and puts Dwalins stuff on a small bench by the door. “Well uhm- Do come in. I didn’t expect any visitors, but would you like some tea?” Bilbo asks, as he looked rather appalled at Dwalin who seems to be eating the dinner he had prepared for himself. Sitting down opposite of him, I take off my cloak and lay it down on my lap. “I don’t need anything, thank you.” Nodding to himself, Bilbo sits down beside the dwarf. “Why exactly are you here? Both of you?” “We are a part of- “Before I get to finish my sentence, the doorbell rings again. “That’ll be the door.” Dwalin says, mouth filled with potatoes.

Standing up, Bilbo leaves to let in the next person. “Balin, at your service.” Can be heard softly in the dining room, before Dwalin smiles and stands up to join them both at the door. “Brother! I didn’t expect you to be here so early.” The laughter of the men begins to grow louder, as they approach the long table once more. I muster a friendly smile at the new person who entered through the archway. His hair is as frizzy as Dwalins, however it almost is as white as snow. His beard was long grown and has a slight curl upwards at the ends. “Hello there lass, I expect you are our 15th member? The Oracle?” “Yes, my name is Melody. It is nice to make your acquaintance.” Both of them sit down at the table. “I’m Balin, Dwalins older brother.” He gives him a pat on the shoulder, while they continue to eat away. “So, I heard that you are actually an Oracle? Is that true?” Oracles are very rare to come by. Most of my kind hide their identity due to the fact that we are very sought after. They tend to hide within the realm of the Elves, because the resemblance between us is almost identical. However, the ones that did not have enough time to hide away were killed or imprisoned for the rare gift of future telling we hold. Soon there were only a few left, which lead to the believe that Oracles were creatures, who never even existed to begin with.

“Yes, I am. If you want me to, I can read a part of the future that awaits you.” I say with a smile adorning my face. Normally I would not offer to read the future for other people, considering the various outcomes I have received couple of times. When they are not quite happy about the reading I give them, they tend to blame me for what will happen. Even though I am just the bearer of the things that might happen, not the reason behind it. The prophecies I receive are the ones that are most likely to be the course of the future. Most people still tend to overlook the fact, that the future can still be changed, even after I show or tell them what I see. “I think you will have plenty of opportunities to share your gift with us.” Balin says before taking a big bite out of a bread he and his brother found in the pantry.

The tumult at the door makes me shift my attention towards the hallway again. “Has it been cancelled?” “No one told us.” Two different voices say, as they seem to be talking to Bilbo. “No, nothings been cancelled.” “That’s a relief.” Suddenly two younger dwarves barge into the room. One with blonde hair that is adorned with a few braids and the other with brown unruly locks. Both come to an abrupt halt, when their eyes land on me. “So Gandalf really found an Oracle.” The blonde dwarf observes, while throwing an arm around the shoulder of the other one. “Kili are you alright? You should stop gawking at her as if she’s a wild animal ya know?” At that Kili coughs slightly into his hand to hide his embarrassment. “Well, Fili and Kili. At your service.” They both say, before bowing slightly. “I’m Melody, it’s nice to meet you.” I smile welcomely at both dwarves. “Shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Suddenly Balin and Dwalin stand up and grab the table in order to move it to another location. “Should I help you in anyway?” I ask while grabbing my cape, as well as my bag. “Don’t worry Gaihith, we will handle it.” Kili answers, receiving a laugh from his brother. Raising an eyebrow at the foreign word, I walk towards the door to lay my things by the other items on the bench.

The bell rings again as I walk back towards the company. Taking my seat again I see Bilbo walking around frantically. “No. No. There’s nobody home!” He screams outraged, while throwing the stuff in his hands away to all the other baggage at the door. Giggling slightly, I look at the dwarves around me, that begin to make themselves comfortable after bringing out more food. “So, are you really an Oracle?” Kili asks curiously, while taking a seat beside me. “Balin asked me the same question, but yes, yes I am.” “So you can see our future together?” A smirk adorns his stubble adorned lips. Looking into his brown eyes I blush softly at the flirtatious remark. “Unfortunately, I prefer to not look into my own future. Prevents me from missing out on some funny accidents that could happen.” “But you really can tell the future? How?” Fili leans forward to take a better look at me from the seat beside his brother. “There are different methods. Some are very precise and can tell the future up to two weeks in great detail. Others are more vague and can be seen years in advance. The simplest method is reading the tea leaves. That mostly tells the future for a few hours.” Finishing my tea, I look at the leaves. Showing the cup Fili, I point at each leave and what it indicates. “This leave is the amount of people that will stumble through the door in a few seconds.” Filis eyes widen before standing up and walking towards the door, but before he could even reach the threshold, the round green door opens and in fell the rest of the dwarves. Gandalf stands behind them, before crouching down and walking through the door himself.

He waves at me, before turning his attention back to the seizing Hobbit. “How did you know?” Kili looks at me with astonishment. “Hmm could have guessed it through pure luck.” Dwalin grumbles while munching on some cheese. I roll my eyes at his statement, having heard this sentence way too many times in the past. As the rest of the dwarves fill into the room and the pantry, it gets livelier. “Melody I am so happy that you decided to join Thorins company on the quest to Erebor.” I stand up to take Gandalfs hand and greet him properly. “I did take a quick look into both possible futures of mine and I must say, I would be missing out on a wonderous time if I would have chosen not to join.” He smiles brightly before taking the other empty seat beside me. The dwarves begin to sing a song, throwing around plates and cluttery, while Bilbo tries his best to make sure nothing breaks on the way from the cupboard to the long wooden table. Gandalf leans towards me. “Have you already started to look into the future of the company?” I fish out my journal in which I try to keep track of all the results of my variously used methods for future telling. Opening the page I wrote on the last time, I scoot closer towards Gandalf.

“The outcomes vary so incredibly much. I have a rough idea of things that will happen pretty soon but…” I take a deep breath before pulling my long hair over my pointy ears. “I couldn’t extract any information or input on how the adventure will go on. The end of the journey seems grim but also bright. This leads me to believe that there are possible deaths. I know there is a way to prevent this from happening, however I am not entirely sure how. I even used the cauldron with all it’s power, but nothing really detailed was shown. I even looked into the crystal ball but the only thing I saw was that…” The image of the ball on my table yesterday night flashed into my memory again. I was sitting at a chair in front of the small crystal, hovering my hands above it to try and take a peek into the future that awaits me during the journey. The only image that was produced was me hysterically crying on the ground while holding another person. I couldn’t identify the person, still can’t. However, their death seems to have a grave impact on me and apparently also the end of the journey.

“If you want me to try again, I have the ball with me.” “Hmm if you wouldn’t mind, I think it would be best if you test the practicality of the ball on Thorin and look into his future.” Looking around I try searching for him. “It seems like Thorin hasn’t arrived yet.” Gandalf mentions loudly, taking a sip from the small red wine he just received. “Hey Melody, don’t you want to eat something?” Kili suddenly asks me. “Hmm? Oh well what do you have to offer me?” He hums in thought at my answer and looks around the table. “We got almost everything your heart could desire on the table.” Letting my gaze travel across the fully stacked table, I spot some fruits and bread. “I would like some fruits and bread.” “Coming right up Halwûna.” Confusion spreads across my face. Did he just call me another foreign word? Is it dwarvish? Handing the items to me I thank him for his kindness. “What did you just call me?” I ask him after a bit of thinking if I might have heard the word before. “Hmm?” He looks puzzled at me while eating the food he had on his own platter. “Ah.” I take a napkin from beside my plate and hand it to him. “You’ve got some sauce on your cheek.” A soft pink adores his cheeks as he takes the cloth from my hand and wipes away the remnants of the food from his face. “All better?” I smile at him and give him a nod.

A sudden ring disturbs the lively atmosphere, as everyone staggers to their feet. The dwarves form a line at the door in order to greet the last guest. I follow them and take my place right by Bilbos side. Gandalf opens the door and takes a step to the side, in order to make room for the last guest. “Gandalf, I thought you said this place was easy to find.” The atmosphere shifted the moment Thorin steps into the small confinement of the hobbits house. He brings a kind of authority to the group, one can even tell from a far distance that he is made to be a king. “I lost my way around here. Wouldn’t have been able to find the door if it wasn’t for the mark.” “A mark? What mark?” Bilbo frankly looks at his door, however no mark was visible. Thorin takes a look at the hobbit. “You must be our master burglar.” Bilbo is about to protest, however Thorins attention lands on me next. “And you must be the Oracle Gandalf found.” His eyes scrutinize me for a few seconds, before he moves inside properly and lays his stuff neatly on the pile of weapons and bags that were already on the bench beside the door. The rest of the company greets him with kindness while slowly beginning to settle down at the table again.

The kings’ eyes travel across the company, before stopping at me. “Do tell me, are you really able to look into the future?” His eyes examine my attire, brown pants with over knee leather boots for save travel. My off-white blouse hangs loosely over my shoulders and arms while the brown corset clings to my body and keeps the blouse somewhat in place. My long brown hair is mostly kept out of my face by two small braids at either side of my face, which connect at the back of my head again. A few weeks ago, I also cut myself bangs, that now frame my face perfectly.

“Yes, of course I can do so King Thorin. I also apologize for not introducing myself earlier, my name is Melody.” I give him a kind smile before continuing to speak. “I had a talk with Gandalf earlier and we both came to the conclusion to test my gift with you, if you wouldn’t mind that.” His eyes squint at me before mentioning me over. “How exactly do you think this will work?” “I brought my crystal ball for this journey. This gives me the chance to look into the future in great detail, however the ball only can go up to two weeks from now on.” “Very well.” He settles down in a chair. I take the crystal ball out of the bag and place it on the table in front of Thorin. The ball is clear on the inside, so I am able to directly look at Thorin if I would look through the orb. “Please place your hands on each side of the ball, but do not touch it.” Raising an eyebrow at me, his sceptical gaze wanders over to Gandalf. “Are you sure she is an Oracle? I mean it is said that they are just mere fiction.” Biting down on my lip in order to not snap at his rudeness, I place my hands on top of his. “I would rather you see for yourself if I am the real deal or not of instead asking Gandalf for his guidance on this matter.”

His eyebrow raises as he gave me a pointed look, before settling his gaze on the object in front of him. The silence in the room was deafening as every person looks expectantly into the crystal ball. Slowly some fog starts to form inside the orb. The fog begins to vanish in the middle and a picture starts to form. Thorin sat atop his horse, riding at the front of the company. Suddenly he turns around and Bilbo runs towards him and Balin, a letter in his hand. Not any letter no. “He hands you the contract that he had to sign earlier.” “A contract?” Bilbo stares at the picture with scrunched up eyebrows. “I have to sign a contract?” “We will talk about it in great detail later master burglar.” Thorin says, his gaze never leaving the images inside the crystal ball. The picture changes and shows him resting at the fire with the others. Kili and Fili seem to make a joke towards Bilbo, which Thorin seems to not enjoy as much. “You talk about the experience you had with Azog and the fight that happened.” Looking at him for a split second I can see his blue-grey eyes shimmer with hatred at the mention of the name. “Would you like me to continue?” “No that would be enough.” He retreats his hands from the crystal ball and his gaze lands on me. “Welcome to the company Melody.”

#the hobbit #fili and kili #the company of thorin oakenshield #kili x oc #hobbit fic #the hobbit x oc #kili x reader #tolkien #the company x reader #the company x oc #kili imagine #kili durin

[judgementdaysunshine]

No one hurts our friend

@yourlocalfriendlyhobbit

Pairing:Thorin/ Kili/ Fili x Hobbit GN reader

Description:While dealing with someone following you,three of your beloved friends come to help you

Warning:Minor swearing

You tense seeing a very tall person following you with no soul in his eyes as you jog to get away seeing Bilbo and the company ahead.You quickly get in the middle of the group talking as anxiety takes hold seeing him come up to the group until you hear three voices yell at him very loudly and angrily "STOP FOLLOWING HER YOU ASS" yelled by a very angry Thorin.You see Fili and Kili grab his legs tackling him on the ground as the group even a very angry and upset bilbo gets in on yelling and kicking him with his foot walking and standing beside you as he gets up and runs away in fear with fili,thorin, and kili chasing him holding their weapons.bilbo hugs you as the three come back asking you many questions letting them know you were just scared and shaken up but not hurt or wounded in any way as kili hugs you followed by the rest of the company as you calm down laughing at their jokes and being happy again as you continue on until you make camp for the night "Hey boys" the trio look at you as you lay down to sleep "Thank you for earlier" they smile sweetly after you fall asleep.

#the hobbit x reader #the company #the hobbit #the company x reader #platonic reader

[hobbitsesoftheshire]

Okay this is something i came up with 5 minutes after a panic attack to comfort myself. So if this is bad and theres a lot of typos dont blame me blame the panic attack

Also i didn't just steal a part of the plot from the dsmp what do you mean...

It was already pretty late at night and the company was camping near a lake next to forest. Bombur had just finished cleaning up the dishes with the help of Bilbo and Bofur. You were sitting near Kili and Fili who were laying on their bedrolls.

They were telling you stories of some of their past experiences with dwarrowdams and women. Thorin was discussing something with Gandalf, Dwalin and Balin and the rest of the company were chatting quietly.

"After she had rejected me she went and asked Fili out on a date saying she preferred an older dwarrow with a proper beard" Kili said with hurt in his eyes but a small smile on his face.

"And what did you do, Fili?" you asked. "I told her that i preferred more kind-hearted dwarrowdams and walked away with Kili" Fili said with a smal grin on his face.

"Thats actually a good comeback" you noted.

"Yeah i have gotten rejected 32 times so Fili has had time to figure out good comebacks" Kili muttered.

"You have been rejected 32 times?! Let me tell you something that is 32 people in Middle-Earth with no taste" you declared loudly catching everyone elses attention too.

"Y/n i want to marry you" Kili said half jokingly. "Yes i will marry you my dearest Kili" you replied. "Actually? You joking or are you serious?" Kili asked.

"If you are joking then i'm joking but if you're serious the i'm serious" you answered.

"Well i was joking but now i think im serious?" he said and moved to a sitting position. "Well then i guess we will get married" you shrugged.

"Shouldn't you two court first?" Fili chimed in.

"Ahh screw the formalities" you whined.

"Y/n"

"Yes Kili?"

"Can i court you?"

"Yes, i would love that"

"So i can put a courting braid in your hair?" Kili asked enthusiasticly. "Yes of course" you answered.

Kili started braiding a part of your hair while everyone else were eyeing the two of you wondering about the small plot twist in your lives.

When the braid was done you just looked at Kili as you smiled at each other. "I want to kiss you" he declared.

Before he said anything els eyou quickly leaned in and kissed him passionetly and he pulled you into his lap.

Suddenly you felt happy those 32 idiots had rejected him.

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A/n: this is so bad but i decided to post it anyway. Oh well 🥲

#fili and kili #fili x reader x kili #kili x reader #kili durin #the hobbit #thorins company #the company x reader #fili x reader #fili durin #bilbo baggins #the hobbit bofur #bombur #panic attack #i have no idea #this is a cry for help

[crystalbeetle888]

Voyage into the Unknown Pt.7

Master List Pt.6 - Pt.7 - Pt.8

I sit up as Balin checks my leg for any injury. Rolling up my pants, a large bruise stretches across my calf. “Can you bend your knee for me lass?” I lift my leg slowly, a sharp pain shooting in my knee “Yeah, hurts though” I hissed. He pokes around my knee some more “Well, it’s not broken, and that’s good. But it seems like your knee is sprained” Balin stands “I’ll send Oin over to wrap it" he nods, wandering off towards the group. The men have already gathered all our things from the old camp, and brought them over, before separating and deciding to wander off for whatever reason. Sitting by myself, I huff in frustration trying not to get overwhelmed or upset ‘Fucking asshole Thorin’ I think bitterly. ‘Nothing is ever good enough for him’ I brewed in my bitter thoughts. Soon enough, Oin walks over and wraps my leg tightly, causing me to wince as I step on it “It’ll heal in no time lass, just don’t strain it too much” he says packing up his medical kit. 

Suddenly, Thorin yells out “Something’s coming!” “Stay together! Hurry now, Arm yourselves!” Gandalf urges us, the company coming together in a tight protection circle. Kili stands defensively in front of me, bow drawn. “Thieves! Fire! Murder!” A voice wails as a raggedy looking man comes bursting out the bushes on a rabbit pulled sleigh. “Radagast. It’s Radagast the Brown. Well, what on earth are you doing here?” Gandalf grumbles. “I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something’s wrong. Something’s terribly wrong” “Yes?” Radagast pauses in thought, “Oh- Just give me a minute” he huffs in frustration, waving his hands around. “Oh, I had a thought and now I’ve lost it. It was right there on the tip of my tongue” he complains to Gandalf, who looks at him inquisitively. Radagast sticks out his tongue, “Oh, it’s not a thought at all. It’s a silly old- stick insect” He says as Gandalf pulls the bug from his friend's mouth, and returns it back to him.

Looking around, no one else seems to be too bothered about the sight except for Bilbo, who looks appalled. With the lack of danger, the company disperses once again. Gandalf and Radagast leave to converse privately, and Thorin follows them to snoop. 

A sharp pain shoots through my knee, causing me to hiss and buckle over “Are you alright?” Kili asks, grabbing my arm supportively, “Yeah, it’s just my knee”. He leads me over to a fallen log and kneels down in front of me to inspect Oins’ wrap, as if he knows what he’s doing. “It’s just a sprain, I’ll be fine” I try to ease his worries, “You don’t know that, it could easily become worse” he says, still concerned. His frown is intense as he fiddles with the wrappings “I’m not fragile Kili, I won’t break that easily” He glances up at me before sighing, fingers lightly brushing over the bruise, causing goosebumps to prickle up my arms “I just don’t want to see you in pain” He whispers gently. I smile at his concern, “I’m sure I’ll survive this sprained knee” I joke patting him on the shoulder. “I’m not so convinced, perhaps I should carry you the rest of the journey” He smirks, and sits down closely beside me on the log “You’re more than welcome to try Kili” we laugh together before a loud howl echoes through the forest, causing Kili to jump up in fright. “Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out there?” Bilbo asks hastily, “Wolves? No, that is not a wolf” Bofur states, looking around scared. Branches crack behind us as a large, ugly, wolf-like creature prowls over the ridge, growling deeply as it charges and pounces on Dori. Thorin slashes at his head, sword lodging in its skull “Kili! get your bow!” he yells, as another approaches from behind and leaps towards him. Kili shoots the beast in the shoulder causing it to tumble and slide, still snapping at Thorin, until Dwalin strikes its skull with his battle axe. 

I rise quickly from my seat and hop over to stand behind Kili, “Warg scouts. Which means an Orc pack is not far behind” Thorin states freeing his sword. “Orc pack?” Bilbo asks, clearly frightened. “Who did you tell about your quest beyond your kin?” Gandalf storms forward to interrogate him, “No one” “Who did you tell?” Gandalf presses him. “No one, I swear” Thorin repeats sternly and Gandalf huffs “What in Durin’s name is going on?” he asks, “You are being hunted” Gandalf answers. “We have to get out of here” Dwalin states urgently “We can’t, We have no ponies. They bolted” Ori says, rushing down the ridge with Bifur in tow. Bilbo paces worriedly and I place my hand on Kilis’ shoulder, him placing his own over mine in comfort. 

“I’ll draw them off,” Radagast proposes. “These are Gundabad Wargs. They will outrun you” Gandalf disagrees, “These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I’d like to see them try” He smiles confidently at his long time friend, who reluctantly nods in agreement.

“Gather yourselves, carry what you can” Gandalf commands. The company quickly throws on their packs as Gandalf leads us out of the woods, Radagast already riding off with the Wargs following close behind. A sharp pain shoots up my leg as we weave between the large boulders, the Wargs howling angrily as they attempt to catch the slippery man. “Stay together! Move!” Gandalf urges us as Radagast leads the wargs across our path. We hide behind a large stone slab “Ori, no! Get back” Thorin pulls him back behind the stone before the Wargs running past can spot him. “All of you. Come on, quick!” Gandalf shepherd's us. “Where are you leading us?” I hear Thorin ask as I jog limply past them.

The Wargs charging ahead of us force us to hide flat against a boulder. A deep growl emanates from above us, Thorin nods at Kili, who steps out and shoots at the Warg. It screeches in pain, falling down the ledge in front of us, it attempts to bite at the arrow lodged in its side. A horrid grey being clad in leather and metal charges at the company, Dwalin and Bifur striking it. The two beasts shriek loudly as they are killed, the clanging metal echoes throughout the open field. A moment of silence falls over the valley before a howl sounds from nearby “Move! Run!” Gandalf yells leading the company away from the sound. I pant heavily as we begin to run again, the howling and barking motivates me enough to not fall behind. “There they are!” Gloin hollers “This way! Quickly!” Gandalf guides us. I groan in frustration following behind the company, the pain in my leg has become a dull burning sensation in comparison to the rest of my body. 

After much running the Wargs finally catch up to us, cornering us against a rock face. “There’s more coming!” Kili yells, “Kili, shoot them!” Thorin hollers back. Pulling out my sword I hold it in unsteady hands, my training has barely begun and I certainly don’t feel as though I could actually kill someone. Well, I’m not sure those things are a someone, more like a something. 

“We’re surrounded!” Fili warns us, “Where’s Gandalf?” Dori asks panicked, “He’s abandoned us” Dwalin responds angrily. The approaching Orcs grin menacingly and their Wargs growl, drooling in anticipation. “Hold your ground!” Thorin yells. The company slowly forms a tighter and tighter circle as the Orcs draw near, Bilbo and I stand in the centre. “This way, you fool!” Gandalf's voice rings out, turning round he disappears behind a rock. “Come on, move!” Thorin yells. Running quickly, I clamber over the stone and slip down a steep slope into a small cave. Thorins’ yells for the rest to follow “Quickly, all of you!”. The company swiftly follows behind, landing one by one at the mouth of the cave. Thorin finally slides down once everyone is safely inside. Suddenly a loud horn blows from outside, the company listening intently as a fight rages on. An Orc body tumbles roughly into the hole, landing directly at my feet. Kili pulls me back as everyone aims their weapons. Thorin plucks the arrow from its body, inspecting it closely “Elves” he hissed. I huff in exhaustion, trying to catch my breath from all that running and adrenaline. “I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or no?” Dwalin asks, inspecting the tunnel, “Follow it, of course” Bofur responds urgently.

The men bustle down the tunnel single file, chattering and bumping each other as they pass through the tight ravine. Bright rays of light stream down illuminating the path. The trail opens up to a small ledge overlooking a steep valley, an elaborate stone city stretches across the canyon, many bridges connecting each building. Waterfalls spill from under the city, creating a winding river at the bottom. Lush green foliage litter the cliffside.

The company and I stare out in awe, “The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it’s known by another name” Gandalf wanders over, “Rivendell” Bilbo finishes his sentence. “Here lies the last Homely House East of the Sea”. The men begin to gossip amongst themselves in Khazdul, clearly upset. I bend over at the waist, my hands clutching the straps on my backpack tightly as pain spikes through my knee and back, causing me to breathe out raggedy. A hand gently places itself on my back “Are you alright Miss?” Gloin asks, I nod in response not trusting my voice. I straighten up as Gandalf and Thorin walk past, not wanting to be a burden.

Gandalf leads the company down the winding stairs, across a bridge and to a circular platform, protected by two large statues of armoured warriors. I gaze around in fascination at the mythical place, the company muttering amongst themselves in suspicion. A tall, long haired, angelic looking man walks down the stairway to greet us “Mithrandir” he says, placing his hand on his chest. Gandalf turns in surprise “Ah, Lindir” he smiles welcomingly. The two men begin to speak in another language.

“I must speak with Lord Elrond” Gandalf states to Lindir, “My Lord Elrond is not here” He responds. A horn, like the one before, sounds loudly from behind us, causing us to turn. A troop of armoured men on horses ride quickly towards us “Close ranks!” Thorin yells, the dwarves pulling Bilbo and I into the center of the protection circle. The pushing and shoving quickly aggravates me, as the company is circled by the riders, one of them hoping off. “Gandalf” he greets him, “Lord Elrond” he calls back merrily. Hoping off his horse, the two hug conversing in their language again.

Running on no sleep, adrenaline, and no breakfast, I tune out the conversations as a wave of fatigue washes over me. I grasp onto Bofurs' shoulder, leaning on him for support “You alright lass? You’re looking a bit haggard” He whispers, gaining the attention of some of the surrounding dwarves. I hum in response, breathing heavily. 

“What is he saying? Does he offer us insults?” Gloins voice interrupts us, “No, Master Gloin, he’s offering you food.” Gandalf corrects him. The company turns to each other mummering, before turning back to Lord Elrond “Well, in that case, lead on” Gloin says. Lord Elrond nods, scanning the company before his eyes meet mine “Perhaps, my lady should be attended to first? I’ll have Lindir accompany you to a room” He waves his hand and Lindir approaches, offering to take my pack. I nod and give him a weak smile, shrugging off the heavy bag with a groan and passing it to the pointy eared man. The company grumbles in Khazdul, a hand brushes mine lightly as I begin to follow Lindir. I turn to spot Kili glaring intensely at the tall man. Patting his arm in passing, I weakly attempted to reassure him as I continued to walk by.

Master List Pt.6 - Pt.7 - Pt.8

Authors Note: Apologies for the later update, this chapter is quite bland, will get another out soon <3

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