#the hobbit fluff

[thesecretwriter]

my king, my love - thorin oakenshield

pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x female reader

warnings: angst – a fight with thorin, fluff – sweet moments from thorin & smut – in a library, minors dni.

summary: in which y/n and thorin are courting each other, and though they live in the same kingdom, they have never felt more apart.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: as promised, here is the thorin oakenshield fic. I will forever be a thorin Oakenshield loving girl.

minors/ageless blogs dni. 

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“All I’m asking for is some time with you. I barely see you anymore,” you express sadly.

Thorin is aware of his absence from your side, and while he wishes he could spend every waking moment with you, the kingdom requires his attention too.

“The kingdom is thriving under you rule. Since the war of the five armies you have not rested,” you say frustrated.

“Amrâlimê… please,” he pleads with you to understand.

You have been nothing but understanding to Thorin. He needed to put himself first.

“King Thorin, you’re needed for a discussion regarding the trade,” one of the kingdoms advisers said interrupting you and Thorin.

You look away in defeat, you knew he would go to the discussion regardless.

He stepped toward you, but you retreated.

“You should go,”

He can hear the defeat behind your words.

With one last look to you, he followed the dwarf.

“I thought after the war things would be better,” you tell Bofur as you help him in the kitchen.

“His just doing what he believes is right,” Bofur tries to reason.

“Hasn’t he been doing that since the beginning?” you ask sadly.

Bofur smiles at you sadly.

“I think we should bake a cake,” Bofur suggested, he was trying to make you feel better and knew your love of sweet treats.

“That’s a good idea,” you smiled at him and began to take out what you needed for baking.

“Just a little taste,” Thorin heard Kili’s voice echoed through the halls.

“You better not, I will wack you with this spoon,” he heard you threaten.

Growing curious at the commotion, he followed the source of the noise and came to the sight of you trying to pry Kili away from your mixing bowl.

“Hello uncle,” Kili greeted.

You grew tense at his words and took that as your chance to continue mixing.

“What’s happening here?” his question was directed at you, but Kili answered.

“Our dearest y/n here is baking. She refuses for me to have a taste of the batter,” Kili complains.

“You better stop worrying her before she really does wack you laddie,” Bofur chuckles as Kili swipes his finger into the batter.

You gasp and hit him upside the head.

“Ow,” he rubs his head but enjoys eating the batter.

Your eyes finally meet Thorin’s eyes which hold longing in them.

“Your majesty,” you greet him by bowing your head.

Everyone in the kitchen freezes.

Not once have you ever addressed Thorin as that, he always made it known that you were his equal.

“Everyone out now,”

Everyone exits immediately. Just as you’re about to do the same, Thorin’s grip on your arm stops you.

“Not you amrâlimê,”

When he knows the other dwarves are out of ear shot, he turns you towards him and settles his hands on your waist, pulling you to him.

“You know I see you as my equal,” he murmured and moved a few stray strands away from your face.

“I’m addressing you as what you are, our king,” you say with no emotion.

“Please don’t say it like that,” he says sadly.

“Like what?” you say sharply.

“Like that is all I am to you,” he shouts.

“Isn’t that what you are?” you ask stubbornly.

He signs tiredly.

“To everyone else, yes, but to you I am Thorin,” he leaned in and settled his forehead to yours.

You don’t say anything else to him. He finds comfort in the silence and having you close to him.

“I miss you,” you whisper.

“I’m right here,” he insists pulling away.

“Yes, but you’re not here,” you take his hand and settled it on your heart.

His own heart skips a beat.

“What are you saying?” he asked scared of what you might answer.

“It feels as though I am not bound to you, as though you’re not my other half,” your words break with a sob.

Only then did he realise that you were crying.

“I am and always will be yours,” he assures you.

You can’t take the overwhelming of emotions you are feeling, so you step away from Thorin for some space.

“My heart has belonged to you since the beginning,” he says further.

“No Thorin. Your heart belongs to the kingdom, and maybe I’m being selfish in saying this, but I have not felt your love as of late,”

Thorin is rendered speechless by your words.

You knew your words hurt him, but this all you’ve been feeling lately and Thorin needed to know if before it escalated to mahal knows that.

“I need to go. Excuse me,” you say wiping your tear and walking out of the kitchen.

Thorin stood there and knew what he needed to do.

It had been 3 days since you had been avoiding Thorin. You exited any room he stepped foot in and even used others as an excuse to avoid interacting with him.

“I never knew the kingdom had a library,” you say to Balin as he guided you through the old hallways.

“The library has not been used since the time Thorin’s grandfathers ruled,” the door to the library had an emblem of ancient Dwarfish words.

“I’ll let you explore it las,” Balin said respectfully bowing his head.

You thanked him as your ran your hand over the door.

Just by the sight of it, you knew it was made by non-other than the dwarves themselves. You had seen Thorin make many objects with the skills he attained.

You unconsciously reach for the courting bead occupying a braid in your hair. The very same one that Thorin made just for you.

With a sigh, you push the doors of the library open. It was dimly lit inside, but not enough for you to not be able to see.

The smell of vanilla surrounded you, the scent being your favourite.

You walk into the library and take in the sight of the shelves occupied with books that tell the many tales and history of dwarves, elves, men, and creatures alike.

As you linger along the bookshelves, the sound of shuffling captures your attention. You reached for the satchel around your waist and grab your dagger.

“Who is there?” you ask cautiously making your way toward the noise.

You hear the noise again. “Show yourself,” you demand.

Coming out with his hands raised in surrender is Thorin.

He is dressed in clothing he once wore in the blue mountain, not the royal attire that you found him in as of late.

You put your dagger away.

“Why didn’t you say it was you?” you ask annoyed.

“I wasn’t sure if you would want to be in my company,” he answers.

You gawk at him.

Is he serious?

That is the opposite of what you wanted.

“That is the last thing I would do,” you say and walk toward him.

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, in fact you had only been avoiding him to gain a clear thought process from the events of the days before.

He smiles in appreciation when you stand in front of him.

“What do you think of my attire?” he asked with a raise of a brow.

“Very handsome,” you reply in the same tone as his.

“I thought you would be busy,” you say to him curiously.

“It was about time Fili got some guidance in ruling the kingdom,” he casually states as he held his arm for you to take.

You loop in your arm in his and look to him questionably.

“I take it was no coincidence that Balin showed me the library then?” you ask.

“No. I asked him to bring you here. I know you find solace amongst books,” he answered and led you further into the library.

You walk past bookshelves and come in sight of a couch fitted for two, beside it a table with a candle and a few books.

“I thought it would be fitting for me to show you some of my favourite books,”

He motions toward the couch for you to sit, he takes a book from the table before joining you.

You watched him in awe as he flips through the pages.

He can feel your eyes on him but does his best to avoid making eye contact with you.

“This a story my mother would read me when I was little. Its about two dwarves who were in love but couldn’t be together due to their families’ differences,” he tells you.

You look down to the book and see that it has illustrations of the story. You run your fingers up and down the page, Thorin intwines his fingers with yours.

“Amrâlimê. Since the day my mother first read me this story, I made a promise to forever love the dwarf I would one day come to love,” he said finally meeting your eyes.

“Thorin-“ you’re cut off by Thorin.

“No. I need to say this,” he insists.

“I haven’t been true to my promise, and in the few days without you, it made me realise how easily I could lose my love,”

You shake your head at his words.

“Thorin, no matter the distance between us, I could never stop loving you. All I wanted was for you to take care of yourself,” you explain.

“I understand, but that does not take away from the fact that I have indeed been neglectful to you,” he leans forward, and you feel the tip of his nose touch yours.

You stare into his eyes, and they speak more words than you could ever verbally express.

He connects his lips to yours and pulls you impossibly closer to you.

You moan into the kiss when he makes you straddle him.

“‘miss you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“‘m right here,” you reply.

You pour all your emotions into the kiss, making sure Thorin is aware of just how much he means to you.

He hands roam your clothed body. When he goes to trail kisses down your neck, you come to your senses.

“Thorin, what if someone walks in,”

“They don’t know we’re here,” he states and goes to undo the lace at the back of your dress.

You could feel him harden beneath you.

“Been to long,” his words were becoming slurred on lust and love.

He easily undid the top of your dress and took time appreciating your breasts. You moan at the feeling of him teasing you.

He looks up at you in awe, never had he been so in love.

“I love you,” he says as he pulls back to look at you more.

“And I you,” you state.

He wraps an arm around your waist and moves so that he is above you and you lay beneath him. Your legs are secure around his waist.

“You’re addicting amrâlimê,” he lays kisses as he rids you of your skirt.

He takes the time to admire your beauty. Your chest rises from arousal and your lips are parted, craving to has his lips on yours.

He does quick work of taking off his own shirt and pants, the be as bare as you are.

“My love,” you announce as you reach for him. He smirks at your words and feels his pride rise.

You feel his cock brushing against your thigh and reach between the two of you to take hold of it, he hisses in reaction.

“Y/n,” he warns.

You rub the tip of his cock to your wet folds, coating his cock and make him moan in pleasure.

“Need to feel you,” he groans.

You align his cock with your entrance and move your hips forward, indicating for him to move as well. Thorin does not waste a moment. He puts all his body weight on you and fills you to the brim.

He swears in khuzdul under his breath, but does not hesitate to rock his hip forward, not leaving space between the two of you.

You are all but moaning in his ear and letting his know just how good he is making you feel.

“Thorin,” you plead.

“I know amrâlimê. I know,” he acknowledges your pouted lips and knitted brows.

He buries his head in your neck and inhales your scent, feeling himself becoming intoxicated by you.

He knows you are close when he feels your nails scratching down his back.

“Yes amrâlimê, mark me as yours,” he encourages.

His words tip you over the edge, and your tightness makes him meet his moment. He kisses you through his orgasm and moans into your mouth.

All that can be heard in the quiet library is the sound of both of your laboured breathing.

“I want to marry you,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Isn’t that the purpose of courting?” you ask with a chuckle.

He takes his cloak to cover the both of you as you cuddle on the couch. You cuddle into his check as his arms hold you close to him.

“I want there to be a wedding, soon,” he explains.

You peer at him in disbelief.

“You mean…”

“Yes, I mean that we should begin planning our wedding right away,” he chuckles at your expression.

“You mean it?” you ask.

“With every beat of my heart. I want to make you my queen.” He admits.

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[v1olentdelights]

“I get that you look like an ethereal deity but they can at least try to keep their eyes to themselves.” With Fili. Boom.

jealousy prompts fem!reader x company, fem!reader x fili durin - Amrâlimê - my love, Givashel - treasure of treasures

The company had all been grateful for the quick exit to Rivendell, as well as the shield of safety and comfort it provided. If only for a moment. However none were more happy than you, being the only female traveling alongside the company hadn't been easy. It wasn't easy giving up your usual dresses and light pants with the option of daily showers.

After a quick clean up, the elves had persuaded you to hand over your clothing so they could wash it, and give you a gown for the evening. Thankful for their kindness, and honestly just wanting to get to the food quicker, you handed them over.

It wasn't as if the company hadn't seen you in a dress before. But it had been weeks, and the elves hadn't been graced by your presence. At least that is what Kili tells you as you sit across from him, taking the spot next to your one.

You had barely entertained the elves attention, truly not caring for them. Fili, however couldn't keep his annoyance contained as easily.

"I get that you look like an ethereal deity but they can at least try to keep their eyes to themselves." he said in a hushed but agitated tone.

"Fili, my one, my only, my true love, i love you and on-" Kili tried to mimic you but was cut short with a rough kick to his shin by you. It only caused Fili to appear more upset.

"Amrâlimê, pay them no attention. It is you that I love, we are made for each other, are we not?" Your voice sounded as sweet as those lavender muffins you make him every other week (or used to anyways). He laid his forehead on yours before pressing a kiss to your nose.

"You are mine." he pressed another kiss, a short one, but a kiss nonetheless to your lips. "And you are stunning, you are my Givashel."

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[amber-michaelson]

A New Family

Yandere Thranduil x Oakenshield reader x Yandere Legolas

Summary: did your father actually care about you or was it just all in your head.

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Warnings: platonic yanderes,

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getting dragged away from the company along with your dad to meet the king of the elves “do not speak yn” thorin muttered as he shoved one of the guards earning a smack to the head, i heard many stories of the eleven king and how he didn’t help against the dragon or give them shelter after they lost the mountion, as soon as we put infront of the thrown we were forced to our knees "whatever happens don't speak to him" he pleaded as he leaned down so he can see my face "I promise papa" I gave him a confidant smile he was about to say something else but steps interrupted him I moved my gaze to the floor and listened "people say a noble quest is at hand, to reclaim a lost mountain and slay a dragon" I shivered hearing his voice "but you and I know that's not what your after" he murmured I heard my dad shuffle probly standing up "I wanna make a deal" the kings sly words court my dad's attention "I'm listening" my dad said as he started walking around the room "I'll let you go giving you food to take along with you the only thing I ask is for you to return what is rightfully mine "which is" thorin asked "the jewels that shine like the stars I would like them back" the king muttered I slowly raised my gaze up and widened at the kings beauty as he sat on his throne "a favour for a favour" my dad muttered as he came beside "from a king to another" thranduil smiled "where were you when we asked for your aid where were you when we where homeless and starving" my dad yelled making sure the whole castle could hear him "I see how you treat your friends might as well be your enemy" he seethed through gritted teeth the king didn't look so pleased with my dad's answer "guards take him away" the king muttered but as soon as they came close to me he shooed them away and as they dragged my dad away he called "maybe you'll change you mind in 2 years or even 20" he said before turning your attention to me "stand" he murmured and I did as I was told "who are you" he asked but I didn’t respond just stared at him "aw your an oakenshield let me guess your his daughter explains the manners" he chuckled "don't you dare talk about my father" I muttered and rushed to him but was court by one of the guards who held a knife to my throat "let her go" he said and turned away "come" he muttered before walking I looked around not seeing anywhere I could escape be grudgingly followed "what story's have you heard about me" he asked as we walked down the hallway "that you abandoned us when we needed your aid most" I said staring down at the floor and squeaked as he stopped and I bumped into him he quickly turned to me and I quickly moved back scared of what he would do instead he leaned down and the left side of his face started to change showing of a scar "this is what happened when I tried to battle a dragon" he muttered before standing up again his head twitching as it went back to normal "I suffered many loses that day and I vowed to never face a dragon again" he said before he carried on walking I quietly followed behind we soon entered a dining room and he sat at the very end and stared at me "are you going to join me or just watch as I eat this meal" he said side eyeing me as I moved to the table I choose to sit two seats down from him so I wasn't to far away or to close "why am I here" I murmured "we may have imprisoned you bit we're not cruel" a voice murmured from behind us "ah legolus you decided to join us" thranduil said and gestured to a seat but he did the same as me and sat infront of me the rest of the meal was silent and I only just nibbled "what's happening with my father" I asked as the servants took the plates away "he will stay he till he changes his mind" he said and that was the end of the discussion.

They started to treat me like one of them they didn't allow me back into the dungeon or see my father but anything else was fine unless I want to go outside I can only go if legolas or thranduil accompanied me "why are you treating me so nicely" I asked as we sat under one of the many flowering trees "because yn your different from your father and that disgusting company you travel with" he paused "your safer here where me and legolas can protect you and provide for you" thranduil said as he put his and on top of mine but I quickly moved away "you can't keep me here and my dad will never leave me" I yelled standing up and he followed "your dad is a failure of a father he hasn't once even asked to see you he hasn't even asked about you" I stumbled a bit was he right, did my dad not actually care about me "yo-your wrong he does care and he won't leave without me" but as soon as I said that legolas came rushing in "the dwarves have escaped" it felt as if my world came rushing down around me that I didn't even realize thranduil had pulled me into his chest "don't worry you have a new family now".

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[asgardianhobbit98]

Four for Valentine: Week 4 "Sugar"

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Fili / female OC (Kalâtha)

Important Tags: Fluff, romance, start of a relationship, Dwarven Culture HC

Summary: Put on cooking duty by Thorin, Fili and Kalâtha have a heart to heart about why Fili has been acting so distracted lately. The reason? Dwarves only love once.

Words: 2163

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Dwarves only loved once.

That thought kept distracting Fili during a quest that was sure to become historically known to his kin. And it was embarrassing.

Fili should be focusing on the quest at hand. He should be focusing on keeping his brother protected. And he should be focusing on showing Thorin how far he’d come; that his uncle could be proud to call him crown prince soon. Yet… here he was. Doing the opposite of focusing.

Such an important quest… and all he could think about was her.

Whether the others were aware of what was distracting Fili, he wasn’t sure of. Either way, his uncle had suddenly begun to task him and Kalâtha to do chores together when camping for the night, leaving Kili to work with Ori. Which was odd because his uncle never separated the two brothers. Especially considering the deal Thorin had made with Dis to make sure both her sons stayed close to keep an eye on each other.

So perhaps at least his uncle knew?

It had begun as a childhood crush. Which then stuck with him into his teenage years. He’d thought it would be nothing more but that. But… then in his young adult years Fili felt the crush only grow stronger and grasp onto his heart.  

Even when Kalâtha left the Blue Mountains to pursue a path of self discovery, Fili had not felt his feelings dissipate in the slightest. No matter the week long flings he’d had with others, Kalâtha was always the one on his mind in the late hours of the nights, even when not alone in his own bed.

And now…?

Now as they had picked her up from her new life among the humans in Bree (of all forsaken places) and found her just the same, just with a tad more confidence, Fili felt his feelings… blossom. As if he had just fallen down from the cliff he had been hanging from all this time, down into a vast ocean of warmth and uncertainty with the waves of both these feelings crashing into him painfully, anxiously, lovingly… lustfully.

And he was stuck. Because…

Dwarves only loved once.

Did Kalâtha feel the same? Did she look at him differently? Did she even view him this way?

If she didn’t…

“Fili?”

“Huh?” he blurted out a little louder than he should have.

“Are you even listening to me?” she asked, with little malice in her voice. Instead, she was smiling, close to laughing at him… He would be fine if she laughed at him. She could be cruel and vicious to him too if she wanted. It didn’t matter… He was far gone in his love for her and any attention was like a high to him. But she could never be cruel. She was too good for that. Luckily. Because he truly would have let himself be tossed around by her if she so desired.

“Fili?” 

She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. He’d gotten lost in her again.

Now, though, she looked worried. “What is up with you? You’ve been acting strange this entire journey. Are you ill?”

Fili shook his head, his braided moustache hitting the sides of his cheeks with the urgency of his gesture. “No, not ill.”

“Then what?”

The two of them were sitting crouched in front of the campfire, waiting for Bofur to get it started. Their task was to cook dinner. Which… Fili had to admit wasn’t his strongest side. Kalâtha ended up doing most of the work.

“What indeed,” Bofur teased with a little look to Fili.

Okay, so the entire company did know what was up with Fili.

Somehow that didn’t comfort Fili in the slightest. It only gave him more anxiety because how could he show his uncle he could lead a people some day when he dropped his daggers or tripped over nothing whenever Kalâtha glanced his way?

“Uh… Well, I’m not quite confident in my cooking abilities,” Fili lied.

Kalâtha giggled. That gorgeous divine giggle that she had. She flipped her beard braids to the side a bit in a cocky gesture at which Fili smirked: “Don’t worry, I know how to make an amazing stew.”

“Good,” Fili responded. “I’d expect nothing less from you.” That had meant to come out as praise because he truthfully thought everything she did was amazing, and perhaps it had because Kalâtha hadn’t originally reacted... But in his stupid state, Fili panicked: “Oh uh… Not because you’re a woman. I simply meant-“

“Fili,” Kalâtha interrupted with a laugh. “You’ve not changed a bit, have you?”

“No… I suppose I haven’t.”

He glared at Bofur as he snickered at the exchange. Great… Another moment where he’d made a fool of himself.

…

During the duration of their chore, Fili did mainly some chopping… and the rest was staring. At Kalâtha.

She was busy, determined to teach Fili the recipe of her stew. But she wasn’t aware of the fact that the only details Fili was taking in were the details of her face, her beard, her hair, her ears, her nose…

He was closer to her now than he was usually when he found himself able to freely watch her. So he saw all these new little details that he adored. Like how she wrinkled her nose a bit when opening the lid of the pot and steam touched her face. Or how her lips moved when she said his name. How sometimes she bit her lower lip when focusing on a task like stirring the stew. Or perhaps it was mild anxiety that made her do so as she was a perfectionist. She was most certainly worrying about this not tasting the way it should, even if that only meant there being a little bit too much or too little salt.

“Fili?”

He blinked out of the stare, quickly pretending that he had, indeed, been listening.

“More salt.”

Fili reached back, not wanting to stop watching her, and grabbed the bag he thought to be salt, handing it to her. Trusting him, she didn’t double check the contents of the bag and simply put the required amount of salt into the stew.

“There. And then, you let it simmer for a few minutes before tasting, so the spices have time to melt into the vegetables and meat.” Kalâtha turned her head to Fili, catching his eye. Or, rather, his stare.

A smile spread over her lips.

He smiled back.

“Did you listen to a single thing I just said?”

Fili eagerly nodded his head. “We have to let it simmer for a bit.”

“And before that?” she tasked him with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh… Basilica makes a good replacement for oregano?”

He hadn’t gotten it right. That was obvious. Because Kalâtha stared at him in disbelief for a moment before shaking her head. “Okay so… are we going to talk about it?”

“What?” Fili asked panicked.

“About what’s up with you? Come on, Fili. You’re my closest friend. At least, you were before I left. You can still talk to me.” She reached out, surprisingly hesitant for the confident woman that she was, and grasped his hand in hers. “Fili?”

“I.. uh…” he stuttered out, the nerve endings in his fingers exploding under her touch and sending shockwaves of literal alarm to his brain, shortcutting everything, it seemed. “Uh…”

And then she looked… sad. Grieved by his seeming hesitance to talk to her.

And all of a sudden any panic, any hesitance, disappeared in an instance because underneath all that fluster and the nerves was the core of his love for her, which burned brighter than any nervousness he might have: and that core was made up of his love language, which was protection.

From everything.

Even little moments of hurt feelings.

And this was one of those.

He squeezed her fingers tightly and stopped stuttering as he reassured her with a determined look: “You’re right. I have been acting strange. A fool, some might say. But that is not because I view you any different. Or… It is, but it is in no way a negative view.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

The bustle of the Dwarves around them doing their assigned chores meant a strange bubble of privacy was created. Only the two of them were listening to each other, others too busy. And it felt more intimate than any other private moment they’d shared before when it was just the two of them in one room.

It helped give Fili the boost of confidence he needed.

“I mean I think you’re… amazing. I have thought so since the first time your parents brought you over during that dinner… Dis and your mother were speaking the entire night, and you were so shy. I didn’t know how to approach you.”

“Kili ended up talking my ear off,” Kalâtha reminisced, smiling wonderfully at what Fili was saying. She seemed a little hesitant… no, nervous? But her confidence, her calmness, was infectious. Despite what Fili was about to admit to her, he felt secure and safe with her. As if no matter what her answer was, he was in good hands. “Then he brought you over and you talked my ear off.”

“That’s – Well, yes, I suppose I did.” She giggled. He smiled. “I didn’t know why I was so nervous approaching you then. Only years later did I realise you made me nervous. But not in a bad way. A good way.”

Kalâtha grew quiet now, watching Fili intently. Or was that… hopeful?

“And then those sort of…”

“Butterflies?” she clarified, as if knowing.

Now Fili grew hopeful too. “Yes…” he breathed out. “Yes, just like butterflies. They stayed. Throughout my entire youth. I thought maybe… it was just…”

“A crush. But then it didn’t go away,” Kalâtha finished for him. As he watched her, dumbfounded by her means to finish his thoughts, she smiled sweetly at him. “My dear, did you think you were the only one?”

“I did, actually.” Fili’s honest response made her the dumbfounded one. “I thought there was no way you could feel this way for me. Especially not since I’ve been acting a fool this entire journey.”

Kalâtha giggled. Then she chuckled and slowly her chuckles turned into a snorting laughter. “Oh,” she managed to get out, “is that why…?”

“Yes.” Fili blushed, his brows furrowing into a pleading look upon which Kalâtha calmed herself down and squeezed their still intertwined fingers to reassure him. “I never thought…”

“Dwarves only love once,” Kalâtha repeated the words Fili had been worrying about this entire time. “I was scared that I’d lost my chance at love to someone who could never even think about liking me back. So I never mentioned it.”

“I… That’s exactly why I never did!”

Then the two shared a bout of laughter together, inching closer to each other in a gesture that was… new but welcome.

But before any more words could be said, or before any other loving gestures could be made – Bofur appeared again.

“How’s food coming along?”

Letting go of each other’s hands, Fili watched as Kalâtha opened the lid of the pot once more and showed the food to Bofur.

He sniffed the aromas happily, either completely unaware of what he had just interrupted, or finding some amusement in interrupting it… Either way, he looked very pleased with himself.

And he also had an extra bag of coins at his side.

“Smells heavenly. A little sweet too, what’s in it?” Bofur asked.

“Sweet?” Kalâtha asked in confusion. “No, it shouldn’t be sweet.” She grabbed a spoon to fill it up with some of the sauce, tasting it…

She pulled a face of surprise, then slight disgust.

She looked around at the spices they’d used, frantically searching for the culprit of whatever had made her stew taste strange enough for her to pull a face Fili hadn’t seen before.

Then she slowly lifted the salt bag. Her eyes shifted to Fili. Bofur glanced between the two of them. “What’s wrong?”

Fili wondered the same thing, raising an eyebrow at Kalâtha.

“Fili… You gave me sugar, not salt.” She looked amused. After their conversation, it was obvious why he’d been distracted enough not to notice this mistake. At least he wasn’t getting reprimanded.

“Well, I’m glad it amuses some of ya. Bombur’s not gonna be quite so happy,” Bofur pointed out.

Kalâtha sighed. “It’s alright. I can fix it. Just tell everyone it’s gonna take a few extra minutes before we eat.”

Bofur left with this message, and somewhere from camp Kalâtha and Fili could hear a distinct ‘aww…’ from Bombur at the disappointment of having to wait longer.

But Kalâtha and Fili didn’t mind in the slightest. Now actually capable of focusing, Fili sat with his arm around her waist, offering her the right ingredients whilst relishing in the feeling of her leaning against him…

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Delicate

Pairing: Thorin x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: While training with Fili, you sustain an injury to your arm. Your husband Thorin finds you trying to stop the bleeding and is infuriated with Fili. Angered by his outburst, you remind him that you are far from the delicate queen he thinks you are. 

Warning: Description of injury, swordplay, brief insinuative kissing 

    “Come now, Fili.” You twirled your sword and shifted into a position of defense. “We both know I need the practice.”  

    “She speaks the truth.” Kili’s scoff caused you both to shoot him a look. He held his hands up in surrender. “What? You saw how she handled the last orc attack. If Thorin had not been there to save her,”  

    “Kili.” Fili’s deep voice was enough to quiet him. He turned back to you. “Fine then,” his sword rose. “Should you need me to stop,”  

    “Just begin.” You ordered, jaw set. 

     Kili was right, your swordplay was weak when the orcs had attacked your little hunting party. An orc had overtaken you easily, disarming you and getting you to the ground with an awful wound to your side. If Thorin hadn’t been there to block the orc’s final blow you would most surely have died. It had taken weeks to recover. But now you were strong and well and furious at yourself. You needed to get better at fencing, you had to. Hence your current position in the armory’s gigantic room dedicated to practicing for battle, awaiting Fili’s first blow.  

    It came unexpectedly, knocking you back a couple steps. Kili tensed, his casual position leaning against the wall growing forced. You gripped your sword with both hands.  

    Fili stepped forward. “You’re too focused.” He swung his sword twice. The clang of metal echoed throughout the room. “Allow your instincts to take control, they will serve you well.”  

    You shook your head, blocking his swing before taking one of your own.  

    He sidestepped it easily, striking out for your legs. You gasped as you fell, rolling over in time to block his death blow.  

    Fili’s eyes were worried. “You’re dead, my lady.”  

    You growled and pushed up, ignoring the sting in your leg as you fought back out of anger, of fear. Fili walked backwards, blocking every blow. “Better.”  

    “I must be the best.” You jerked back as he jabbed at your stomach, sweat growing hot on your skin.  

    “It’s impossible.” Kili called out.  

    You looked at him, gasping as Fili sliced his sword along your arm. “Focus on your opponent.” He ordered. “You cannot be the best if you do not,”  

    “Fili, that’s enough!” Thorin’s voice boomed, startling you both.  

    Your sword fell limp by your side as you looked to see Thorin striding towards you. “My love,”  

    “How dare you taunt her? Has she not been through enough?!” Thorin’s shoulder brushed yours as he advanced on Fili.  

    “No, Thorin, you do not understand,” you reached for him. “I asked for his assistance in this matter, both him and Kili.”  

    “You asked for this?” Thorin nodded to your arm.  

    You looked down, heart twisting at the cut Fili left when he sliced his sword along your bare skin. “It’s, it’s just a scratch.”  

    “I thought such things were implied,” Thorin’s tone was dark and murderous as he turned on Fili once more. “You are to be gentle with my queen during training, Fili.”  

    “Yes, uncle. I’m sorry,”  

    Anger flared within you. “I do not wish to be treated gently, not by Fili nor anyone else.” In two steps you were standing between Thorin and Fili, glaring up into his stormy expression without fear. “Perhaps if my training had been harsher I would have been able to protect myself from the orcs.”  

    “That is no reason for-,”  

    “That is every reason.”

    “My love,” Thorin’s expression grew tainted with worry. “Your skin, it, I cannot stand the thought of it carrying anymore scars,”  

    “And why not?” Your anger grew as you tugged your shirt up, revealing the ugly scar hiding underneath. “I would rather have a million scars to remind me I am getting better than a scar to remind me of the time I failed.”  

    Thorin opened his mouth, then closed it. Kili and Fili were silent.  

A tear slipped down your cheek. You shoved it away, brushing past him to stalk out of the armory, your sword clattering to the ground.  

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    “Do you need help?”  

    You looked up from where you were cleaning the cut on your arm to see Thorin lingering in the doorway to your shared chambers. You had changed into a white dressing gown, your left leg exposed up to the thigh, revealing yet another cut Fili had given you when he had knocked you to the ground. Thorin’s eyes lingered over the wound but he made no comment.  

    You bit your lip and returned your attention to the wound. “I am capable of tending it myself.”  

    “Do you…wish for me to leave?”  

    “No. They are your chambers as well, my king.”  

    Thorin stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, his voice remaining soft. “I wanted to…to apologize. For my actions.”  

    You stilled. Thorin was not known for being quick to apologize.  

    “When you…when the orc attacked you and you were injured, I thought that I had lost you. I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”  

    “Then allow me to train.” Your gaze met his once more. “You are not the only one who felt helpless that day. I must learn to be better, Thorin. I cannot, I will not stand by quietly and expect you to save me.”  

    “And I support you.”  

    “What?”  

    “I support you,” Thorin crossed to kneel before you, putting the bloody cloth you had been using to take your hand in his. “I will help you to train and I promise I will not go easy. I will train you as if, as if you were one of the men.” His gaze shifted down to your bare thigh. “Or, I will try at least.”  

    This caused you to smile. “Thank you, my king.”  

    Thorin smiled back, the gesture causing his eyes to twinkle with relief and something else. You watched as he leaned down, shuddering as he brushed a feather light kiss beside the cut on your thigh. “I love you.” He whispered.  

    “I love you.” You breathed.  

    “Please, allow me to help you, I must…make amends for my actions.”  

    “Yes, my king. You may proceed.”  

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[thewulf]

Okay this is a lil creepy lol sorry. But I saw in your likes LOTR & The Hobbit FF!

Would you write for them? I don't see it on your list and wanted to see before I asked. Have a great day!

Hahaha not creepy. I do that sometimes for my fav writers. They always have great taste imo.

Heck yeah. Legolas was my first crush ever hahaha Orlando Bloom is just yessss, he doesn't get enough love. Will Turner toooo oh my gosh swoooon. Also Aragorn?? Good lord.

But yes! I actually just rewatched the series too. I forgot how fun the dwarves were in The Hobbit. Such a good series.

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[sadlvrgrrl]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 (.𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭)

a kili durin love story

when a young princess meets a dwarf without a home— she becomes his home.

・❥・ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬

The pale light of the moon illuminated the city of King’s Landing, a dense blanket of snow covering the cobbled streets, tattered rooftops, and darkened alleyways underneath the crisp, starry sky. It was on this cold night that the Realm’s Delight was giving birth to her third child.

Her piercing cries of agony blended with the howling wind, creating a ghostly wail that flooded the halls of the Red Keep. At long last, the Realm’s Delight held her newborn in her arms with a gentle grasp, a beautiful princess, born at the stroke of midnight amidst a raging white storm. The child was a beacon of hope, a shining addition to the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaenyra smiled softly as her finger caressed the soft cheeks of her daughter. The slight movement triggered a bubbly laugh to pour out the young child and a gummy smile to appear upon her face. Her tiny hands chased after her mother’s finger, eager to hold it, causing Rhaenyra to chuckle lightly to herself.

It was indeed a heartwarming scene of a mother and her daughter.

Her daughter. The daughter she longed for her whole life. Her beautiful, precious Valaerys.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...)

a/n: hello friends! this is a snippet of yet another hotd x lotr (the hobbit) crossover :) i jus' wanted to give ya'll a little snippet of a short story i've been working on between paragraphs of 'hidden' chapter three and i hope you guys enjoyed it and is hooked enough to come back and read the rest once it is posted <3 also, for my oc, valaerys, i pictured princess yue from the 2010 live action avatar: the last airbender as her faceclaim.

comments and feedbacks are very much welcome and appreciated !!

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[eggcompany]

Sick Old Man

Legolas cares for Thranduil while he’s sick and Aragorn comes over to study. Domestic fluff to be honest.

“Ada, do you care if Aragorn stays over if we’re really quiet?” Legolas says as he squats down so his face is close to his fathers ear. Thranduil cracked open his eyes slowly. The dark circles under his eyes looked worse than they did in the morning. Legolas wanted to help make his Ada feel better and he had this morning but now he couldn’t. He had homework to do and he needed to study.

“Hm I suppose.” Thranduil said in a raspy deep voice. The older man then let out a harsh harking cough. Aragorn could hear it from where he stood in the kitchen.

“Ada, do you want anything? Need anything? I’ll get you anything you want. I could run to the shop or even to the pharmacy.” Legolas said as he slipped down to sit on his knees and placed his hand on his father’s shoulder. Legolas’s heart ached for his father. Seeing the usually strong stoic caregiver turned into... a poor sick man made his heart hurt.

“Darling boy, you don’t need to go anywhere. But you could do something for me.” Thranduil said as he sat up and brought his hand to Legolas’s shoulder. The taller man’s sweatshirt was rucked up so it showed his lower stomach. Legolas lightly pulled the worn grey fabric back down he then looked up from where he still sat down on the floor.

“What is it Ada? What do you want?” The son said. He would try to make Ada as comfortable as possible.

“Could you get me a few ibuprofen and a bottle of water? If you’re going to be studying in your room I’ll stay here but if you and the boy are going to be studying at the table or here I’ll move to my room.” Thranduil said and stretched his arms up above his head. Legolas stood to grab the bottle of medicine and water. He could hear his father’s back joints popping as he walked away. ‘ Poor old man’ thought the youngest.

Aragorn had sat down at the counter and was working on something on his laptop, his backpack sitting on the counter.

“Hey babes, I’ve just gotta bring Ada some meds and a drink. I think he wants us to be in my room. You can go ahead and get settled there.” Legolas said to his lover. Aragorn gave and understanding nod and took his backpack and computer and walked to his boyfriends bedroom.

Legolas quickly got a bottle of water from the fridge and three of the small brown pills and returned to his slumped over father.

“We’re gonna study in my room. If you need anything you can text me or ring me, I don’t want you to yell. Where’s your phone?” The younger man asked as the older took the medicine and drank down half the bottle of water. He looked around for a moment and then reached under his pillow and got his cell phone.

“Thank you. It’s pretty charged so it should be okay. Do you want more water? Have you been drinking enough?” The young man asked as he looked at his father. His hair was a mess, tangled and his braids where coming loose. Maybe he should brush it and braid it back later once Ada bathed.

“I would appreciate another water. I haven’t gotten up much all day but I drank a cup of water when I brushed my teeth.” Thranduil said.

Legolas fetched him a water bottle and some blueberries because every time he’s ever been sick he’s been practically force fed the things.

“Ah, old tricks. Thank you.” The older man said and popped a few berries in his mouth. Legolas watched him for a moment as he ate and drank and stretched his legs out. Legolas was about to leave but then an idea came to his mind.

“Ada, why don’t you go ahead and get a bath. We can study a while and then I can brush your hair. I can sit on the back of the couch so you can stay wrapped up in your blanket. Just tell me when you get out.” Legolas said and smiled as he watched his father nodded and stretched as he stood. He slouched for a moment and then stood up to his full height, so many pops and cracks radiated from his body.

“Hey Aragorn, we should do our homework first. Ada is getting a bath so I can do his hair. We can study while I do that, it’s an event. He’s sick so it’ll be like an hour.” Legolas said as he sat on the bed and leaned onto his boyfriend. He got a grunt in response and they got to work. They chatted a bit about work and school and this and that. And it did take an hour (and hour and a half actually) until there was a small knock at the door and Thranduil ‘s usually intimidating statue took up the doorway. He was slumped and his hair was hanging wet and loose around him, like a sad curtain. He had pulled on some sweatpants that ended above his ankle and an old worn light blue t-shirt. He looked at Legolas for a moment.

He didn’t say anything but went and sat back down on the couch and wrapped himself in the nice blanket.

Legolas got his brush, comb, leave in conditioner, and a container of hair ties. Aragorn got his laptop and pulled open their advanced zoology flash cards. He followed the blonde out to the living room where the elder man was sitting crisscross wrapped in his blanket.

The dark haired boy sat in the chair close to the couch and Legolas climbed over his father so his knees were beside each shoulder and he had access to the beautiful white hair.

“Ada do you care if we do our flash cards?” Legolas asked as he gather up all the hair.

“No, I don’t mind. My head doesn’t hurt too much anymore. What’s the subject?” Thranduil asked as he opened his eye and looked at the dark haired boy.

“Um.. zoology. We have finals next month. We have like 200 cards. It goes over everything. Sir.” Aragorn said and didn’t lift his eyes form the keyboard. Even in a sickened state Thranduil was quite intimidating. Legolas ran his fingers through the long hair a few times.

“Zoology... yes go ahead.” The father nods and closes his eyes attempting to find comfort in the hands running through his hair.

The boys went back and forth for a while, while Legolas ran the comb through his fathers hair.

“Ada did you know that a shrimps heart is in its head? That’s one of our fun facts we learned.” Legolas said as he gathered three up on the hair and separated it into three groups.

“I did know that. Yondo, I worked at a zoo and aquarium. I know a lot about a lot. Especially animals.” Thranduil said and tilted his head to help Legolas gather the hair closer to his face.

“Oh yeah... sorry Ada. How about you tell us one of your facts! I bet you can come up with a good one!” Legolas said excitedly. He started to weave the hair around his fingers into a beautiful pattern.

Thranduil hummed and thought for a moment.

“A platypus has no stomach.” The oldest man said. The fingers froze still in his hair and then his son laughed.

“Ada how would you know that? Aragorn did you know that?” Legolas said excitedly and he tied the end of the long white braid. Aragorn shook his head.

“Read it in a book. Anteaters have no teeth, platypuses have no stomachs, and meerkat mothers kill meerkat kits if they’re not their own. I could fetch my “Odd Behavior and Actions in The Animal Kingdom” book.” Thranduil said and leaned forward so his son could slide down to sit beside him.

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ll go get it if you tell me where it’s at! Is it on your bookshelf or in your desk or what?” Legolas asked and stood up. Thranduil smiled.

“I’ll get it. I think it’s time for this sick old man to go to bed. I’m sure you are tired of caring for my icky self. Goodnight Mime yondo, Sinye... Seldo” Thranduil said as he unwrapped himself and stood. He patted his son on the shoulder before slumping to his bedroom. Legolas watched with sad eyes.

Aragorn picked up his laptop and walked back to the younger’s bedroom. But he turned and Legolas was still on the couch.

“Lisse? Babe? Are you coming?” Aragorn says questioningly. Legolas sighed and stood up to collect his supplies.

“Yes I’m fine. I just worry about him sometimes. I’ll put my stuff up and say goodnight to him and I’ll be right back.” The blonde said and walked passed his boyfriend planting a quick light kiss onto his lips.

As the the dark haired boy settled onto the rather soft bed with his laptop, Legolas put his things away. He finished and walked back to his fathers bedroom door.

He knocked lightly and heard his father call for him to come in.

Thranduil was tucked into his bed with his blanket pulled up to his chin. Legolas walked over and leaned down to kiss his fathers forehead.

“I said goodnight Son. What do you need?” Thranduil said and yawned. Legolas just stood.

“I love you Ada. Just wanted to tell you that. You’re the most beautifulest Ada ever. Me and Aragorn are going to be up for a while. Sleep well.” Legolas said and left.

Thranduil smiled. Legolas always said that when Thranduil was feel down or sick. It all started a long time ago when Legolas so so young.

Him and Legolas would sit together in an old rocking chair and Legolas would calm down from the day and fall asleep. It was Legolas’s mother’s chair but Thranduil rocked the baby to sleep in it each night for years.

One night when Legolas was more energetic than usual...

“Ada, do you think spiders are scary? Tauriel told me she saw one and that it was scary.” Legolas asked and looked up at his Ada.

“I don’t think they’re scary. Frightening and threatening, yes. But not scary.” Thranduil answers shortly. Legolas had just started his ‘curious about everything’ phase. Or the Million Question phase.

“What do you think is scary then? Do you even get scared anymore?” Legolas asked and shifted to get a better look at Thranduil ‘s face.

“Yes I still get scared sometimes. Like when you got sick or when you hurt your leg. Beasts usually don’t scare me anymore.” Thranduil said and snuggled his son a bit closer to himself. He heard Legolas gasp a bit.

“Am I scary!? Why are you scared of me? I love you! Don’t be scared of me!” Legolas said hurriedly. He wiggled until he stood up with his feet on each side of thranduils thighs. He was just tall enough to be even with his fathers face.

Thranduil laughed a bit.

“I love you too. I’m not scared of you, silly boy! I’m just scared of anything ever happening to you.” Thranduil said and watched his sons face come to realization.

“Good! I know I’m a big boy but you don’t need to be scared. I don’t think you’re scary either. My ada is far to~ pretty to be scary!” Legolas said and squished up his fathers cheeks. Thranduil felt his heart explode. Which happens maybe a million times a day. Thranduil thought for a moment though. His face fell into a solemn way when his son let his face free.

“Legolas... would you ever be scared of me? Evan if I didn’t look like this?” Thranduil looked into those pretty little blue eyes. He didn’t know how this would end but he hoped he wasn’t about to make a mistake.

“Oh course I would! I love you no matter what! Why wouldn’t you look like you?” The child asked.

“Legolas, Ada has a booboo. Remember when you hurt your leg and now you have that little scar? Well I have a much... nastier one on me. And sometimes it makes me ugly.” Thranduil explained.

“Well you can show me. You’re pretty! You’ll always be pretty! Cause you’re pretty in your heart!” The child said and waited to see his Adars scar.

Soon Thranduil looked down hand then half of his face warped and turned into a nasty melted hollow and one of his eyes faded to white.

Legolas gasped and his bottom lip stuck out. Thranduil thought he might cry but his son reached up and kissed his forehead.

“My Ada is the most beautifulest Ada ever.”

With that memory in mind Thranduil ‘s drifted into a deep sleep and the next morning he woke up feeling much better.

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[fckmini]

Kili x reader: Ludus - playful love

This is how I imagine falling in love with Kili would be like.

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prompt credits: @creativepromptsforwriting​

- romantic fluff! x gender neutral reader

- mini fic about reader and kili falling in love with kissing

As always please give me some feedback and please send requests <3

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Ludus is a child-like and flirtatious love commonly found in the beginning stages of a relationship. This type of love consists of teasing, playful motives, and laughter between two people.

Kili has captivated you since your first encounter at Bag End. His brilliant eyes and mischievous grin have stained your cheeks with a hot blush that hasn't left since. The lingering glances, fleeting touches, and the slight holding of breath at ‘what ifs’ that littered your friendship created butterflies and the perfect anxiety of intimacy between you. Although just out of reach, a mutual adoration pulsed with the energy of something new and with the exciting potential to stay.

The velvet clouds of dusk enveloped the last wisps of sunlight as the company set up camp. Moonlight glistened fondly upon tonight’s antics, which permeated the fog of exhaustion clouding the rest of the grumbling company.

"Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?" As you questioned him, you burst out laughing, your smile widening.

"That was supposed to be a wink!" In a mock shock, he defended himself jokingly. His honeyed voice and expressive hands that weaved through the air sparked a warm glow in your chest.

"A wink? Oh, I’m flattered," You smirked, meeting his gaze, and revelled in the anticipation of spending more time with him.

Rain started to fall gently. Its numbing cold drew you both closer. As it spat more harshly, your bodies instinctively huddled together. It wasn't the kissing in the rain, but the moment right before it. When your eyes met in spluttered out giggles of mutual understanding. Whispered-out confessions between smiling lips and hot touches. Finally, finally, finally, your hearts pounded in your chests as you blinked rain out of your eyes, the world a smudged haze around you. Lips met in a tender sigh of relief that, yes, he feels it too.

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[luna-redamancy]

Could I get a Kili with the prompt of smiling in between kisses? I rlly love your writing and I was so excited when your event opened!

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for participating! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing and I hope you enjoy this little fic:

“What’re you doing?” Your voice was laced with amusement as Kili looped his arms around your waist while you stirred your pot of soup. The aroma of celery, onions, and carrots met your nostrils but so did the sudden onslaught of him. Cinnamon, fresh pine needles, and a slight lingering smell of sweat from being outside for so many hours with his brother and uncle. 

“Loving on you,” He responded simply, a cheeky smile on his face as he nuzzled his face in your neck, peppering kisses in his wake. 

“Goof,” You murmured your tone scolding but you were not at all upset with this sudden burst of affection from him, quite the opposite actually. You leaned into his embrace, tilting your head to the side so he could make his way from your neck to your cheeks, body feeling warm everywhere he kissed as if he sprinkled dosages of sunshine onto your skin. 

Putting the lid back on your soup, you turned to face him, arms looping around his neck as his hands found their place on your lower back. 

“I missed you,” Kili’s voice was soft as he pulled you ever closer to him, eyes twinkling with affection and adoration as you leaned forward to nuzzle your nose against his. “Me too,” You replied, giving him one last look before connecting your lips. 

He grinned into the kiss, a smile that imprinted itself in your memory before he responded with equal intensity. Pushing every ounce of love he could muster into the softness of your lips. 

Pulling away but not far enough to truly separate, you grinned, still feeling the tingling sensation in your gut despite all the years you two have shared side by side. 

“Kiss me again, please?” Kili dragged your attention back to his, pupils dilated, his tongue flickering out to wet his bottom lip, and in the process slightly dragging against yours. 

You responded to his question with a simple answer, another kiss that left you both with smiles. 

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[littlewitchthatwrites]

The Eyes of Summer

Bilbo Baggins x OC one shot. Sorry this is short but I hope you like it :)

  

 The Sun is kind to the Shire. Green grass grew across the land, a canopy of tall trees grew around every field, children played under the warm sunlight, and wildflowers thrived in the warm peaceful environment. One wildflower, in particular, felt that she needed a little something more in order to thrive. 

"Bilbo!" A lively voice called through the still summer air. Bilbo Baggins, a well-behaved, smart young hobbit, looked up from his book to see a pretty young hobbit running in his direction. She wore a white dress that swished as she ran and a red velvet waistcoat that was missing a button. In her hair was a hair kerchief that matched her waistcoat and did nothing to keep her fluffy brown bangs out of her face.  Bilbo only watched as she opened the wooden gate into the yard and plopped herself down on the bench next to him. "You're fifteen minutes late again, Juni. What was it this time, squirrel under your bed again? Or did a crow fly in through your window like last week?" Bilbo raised his eyebrows and gave her a stern look expecting another crazy story but her bright smile didn't fade even a little bit. She knew he wasn't really upset with her by the way he called her Juni instead of Juniper. He rarely called her by her full name. 

"No nothing like that today," she said simply. "I just thought I would bring a treat for you and your mother." She lifted the thin embroidered cloth that was draped over her basket to show off a dozen or so muffins and a small bundle of wildflowers. She plucked the biggest muffin and a little blue flower from the basket and placed them in his hand.

Bilbo couldn't help but smile at the gift, or was it how it made him feel? "Thank you very much, Juni. Are these-" "Babble berries? Yup! I thought I'd make your favorite." It was warm and golden on the top with berries baked all through it. He placed the flower in his book to save the page. Taking a bite, the flavor melted over his tongue. Not too sweet just the way he liked it. This was the taste of home.

Together they began their stroll through town. He told her all about the new books that he took from his father's study and about the new maps he'd seen in the market the day before. They dreamed of far-off places and other beings they could meet and befriend. They walked until the sun got low and they stopped to rest by the babbling brook and a familiar bush full of ripe blueish berries.

"Someday you'll see it, the world." She said with a smile. She lay sprawled on the bank with her feet dangling off the edge into the clear fresh water. "And when you do, I'll be right there with you." Bilbo's eyes fell to look down at her but her eyes were glued to the sky, her left arm reaching as high as it would go. He memorized that smile. Oh, how it warmed him to see her smiling and dreaming dreams of both of them. "Do you mean it?" He blurted out. His words caught him off guard but he did not look away from her. Pink flushed his sunkissed cheeks. Juni met his gaze without hesitation or question. Her smile was still bright on her face.

"No force in all of middle earth could stop me, Bilbo Baggins."

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[shurikthereject]

I've heard this headcannon once or twice saying that Hobbit's sleep in piles. So i had to interpret that but with Thorin, Bilbo and Frodo, in the end i had the fluffiest family feels doodle ever.

I think Frodo would definitely be a kicker when he sleeps. And when he's sleeping with Bilbo and Thorin and gets out of control with his kicking (Thorin being his main victim), he has to get carried back into his own bed.

Thorin would snore, especially when hes comfortable and is feeling safe. When he snores, he's probably also having the best sleep ever. Bilbo got used to dwarrow snoring while travelling with thirteen of them and Frodo's a heavy sleeper (he could sleep upside down if he wanted) so it never became a problem.

If you have more ideas you'd like to share feel free to comment! I truly appreciate it <333

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Winter Gem

Thranduil x Female Elf Reader

Content & Warnings: soft!Thranduil, widowed!Thranduil, fluff, peril & rescue, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.8k

Seeking something precious for Thranduil, you're caught in a storm. When you don't return, he goes searching for you.

A/N: For @firelightinferno

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“The first snows have arrived.”

“It has come early.”

Thranduil inclines his head in acknowledgement. “Indeed.”

You stand beside Thranduil outside the main gates. Five guards stand nearby but there is no danger. A steady snowfall drifts down from the sky. The snowflakes are slightly gray in appearance, almost like ash on the wind. You frown down at a few of the flakes that land on your leather vambrace.

“You look ready for your hunt,” observes Thranduil, gesturing toward your attire with the tip of his head.

“Yes,” reply softly. “I plan on heading out for a bit.”

His eyebrows rise toward his hairline. “In this weather?”

You glance up from the vambrace and meet his blue eyes. Thranduil’s gaze is startling and sharp. Piercing. Intense. It cuts right down to your heart. His gaze always holds you hostage, wrapping you up in his essence. Most might find Thranduil intimidating, but you know better.

“Is my king telling me I cannot?” You’re teasing him, and Thranduil knows this. His smile is one of soft amusement.

“As long as you return to me. You are free to do as you wish.” Even though Thranduil’s tone is gentle, you understand the deeper meaning.

Thranduil lost his wife many years ago. Other than his son, Legolas, you are his comfort. He wants you to be free, to enjoy the pleasures of life, but he also wants you to be safe, to return to him at the end of every leaving.

Thranduil glances over his shoulder. The guards on duty discreetly glance away, staring off into the distance as if they’ve suddenly found something of great interest. Thranduil leans in and shifts his body to block their view of you. He is close enough that it might appear that the two of you are kissing, but he does not meet your lips.

In the end, Thranduil is private about affection. He does not like to share your tender moments together in front of others.

“Enjoy your hunt. I eagerly await your return.”

You give him a half-hearted, sarcastic bow that immediately puts a wide smile on his face. Thranduil watches you until you disappear into the trees. Perhaps he lingers longer than that, wondering if you will turn around and come back to him.

It is true. You are on a hunt, but not for what he or anyone else is likely expecting.

Over a week ago, Thranduil went out in the woods with some of the guards on patrol. It’s the first time he’s been out beyond the walls in some time. Many patrols that ventured into the northern regions reported back on a strangeness in the air, and the scent of evil. Thranduil decided to investigate.

While tracking, he lost something precious.

Around his neck on a chain, Thranduil kept a silver ring. Within the ring is a precious gem, a blue stone so pale it almost appears white like a burning star. The chain that held it snapped while he and the guards chased a group of spiders that had made their way south.

He remembered it snagging, and while he did not show any distress upon telling you of its disappearance, you also know how much that ring and jewel means to him. It was a gift from his wife when they were newly married. She had a matching one, but upon her death, Thranduil moved it from his finger to around his neck.

This hunt—your hunt—is about that ring. You have a fairly good idea about where it might have fallen, and there is no reason for it to have moved since then. Few enter these woods unless they follow the road, and that is on rare occasions.

Tracking is your specialty, and your time is not limited due to the falling snow. But you’ve tracked in worse weather. The snow is unfortunate, but you can still search as long as it remains at its current pace. The tree cover will keep much of the snow in the higher canopy. There will be time yet before the snow completely covers the ground and you lose the trail.

Heading north, you retrace the path the patrol took. Yes, a week has passed, and nature reclaims much, but not everything is hidden so quickly. There are small disturbances that indicate the path ahead.

As you begin to draw nearer to the area Thranduil mentioned, the snow starts to pick up. It becomes thicker, not staying above in the canopy but instead making its way to the ground. It’s not ideal, but you can manage.

Thranduil mentioned two tree trunks growing together and then breaking apart. When you happen upon it, the snow comes down in thicker sheets. On the ground, it’s sticking. Collecting. Time is running out. Elves have good eyes, and you focus in on the ground, gnarled roots, and underbrush.

Near the base of the tangled tree, you notice a slight sparkle. Approaching it, you go down on one knee, brushing away some of the snow.

“Found you.”

The ring is there, resting in the roots. It appears undamaged, and that is a relief. Picking it up, you tuck it into an inside pocket, protecting it from the elements.

The snow crunches under your boots, and the wind howls. For the first time, you shiver. Cold is not and has never been an issue. Elves can withstand a great many things, including winter weather.

Frowning, you turn into the chilly wind. There is a disturbance. Something dark and foul. It sets the edges of your nerves tingling. A simmering suspicion bubbles up from somewhere within you, question whether this snow is natural or not.

Turning on your heel, you head back the way you came. But the snow is heavy, and your fresh tracks are starting to slip away, returning to the snow. As you walk, the snowfall becomes a storm. The wind whips up, swirling the snow around until you cannot see more than a few feet in front of your face.

Your instincts were right. This storm is not natural. It is too early for it, and storms like these are rare in the Woodland Realm.

The toe of your boot catches in a downed tree branch and you slam face first into the snow. It’s freezing. Temperature isn’t usually a deterrent for the elves, but this is beyond cold. It’s as if you’ve been swallowed whole by a massive glacier.

You walk and walk, and you have no idea if you’ve gained any ground. There are no visible signs, and you’re not sure how far you’ve gone, or if you’re simply walking in circles. The snow is deepening or perhaps you’re imagining it. Everything seems darker, like the world is closing in.

You’re not dressed for this sort of weather.

And you’re tired. So tired. Your knees and thighs burn, and sitting down for some rest doesn’t seem so bad. It’s fine. You can take refugee within the deep roots of a tree. You can stay warm there until the snow dissipates. Then, you can return. Thranduil will understand.

As if opening for you, the roots of a nearby tree expand, showing safety from the storm. You slink into it, curling up into a ball.

You drift in the howling wind. There is a haze that sits on your eyelashes. Whether you dream or not is irrelevant. Numbness oozes into your limbs, and that only forces you to curl up tighter, wanting to pull away from the cold.

A hand touches the side of your head. It is warm. Gentle. The fingers slide up to brush your hair out of your face. You hear your name but it is a whisper. Distant. So far away it doesn’t seem real.

There are arms around you. Lifting. Steady. And when you inhale, the scent is familiar. You know who it is instantly.

“Thranduil,” you murmur, and the answer is a gentle squeeze of your hand.

“I found you, my star.”

There are only short moments of consciousness. There is snow. Cold. The antlers of an elk. The gates of home, and then warmth. So much warmth that the numbness begins to recede.

You are brought back to the living world near a roaring fire. Beneath you is a makeshift bed comprised of pillows and soft blankets. You shift, and feel bare skin against bare skin. Slowly, you push yourself to sitting.

Your leather gear is gone, replaced with a soft robe that traps in the heat.

“You’re awake.” Thranduil’s voice is a gentle, comforting hug.

Turning toward his voice, you watch as he glides across the floor. Thranduil wears silver robes of starlight. In his hands in a small tray. On it is a steaming cup of tea and an assortment of food. Bending at the knees, Thranduil settles in beside you, placing the tray down on the blankets.

“You came looking for me,” you say, and your voice nearly cracks with emotion.

“Did you think I would not?” he asks, arranging the food around on the tray.

You know, deep in your heart, that Thranduil would come, but you also believed in your abilities as a tracker. “When did you start to worry?”

Thranduil lifts the cup off the tray and presents it to you. “When the storm picked up. Something about it felt unnatural.” You take it, and bring the warm beverage to your lips. “I gathered some guards and we set out. It is good that we found you in time.” He pauses. “I’m not sure my heart could take any more loss.”

The heat of the tea spreads throughout your body, the chill slipping away quickly. “I do believe you are correct. That storm was not natural.”

Thranduil nods. “There is a growing darkness to the north. The scouts on patrol have spoken of it often but have been unable to get close enough for more details.”

“Perhaps I strayed too close,” you murmur.

“Perhaps,” replies Thranduil, reaching out to take your hand. He lifts it, and brings it into his lap. Using both hands, he rotates your wrist until your palm faces the ceiling. Then, he guides your open palm to his lips, placing a soft kiss in the middle of it.

Instant warmth shoots out from that spot, running down your arm and piercing your heart like an arrow. Slowly, he curls your fingers in, creating a loose fist, and then brushes his lips against your knuckles before pulling away.

He does not release your hand. “I know why you left.”

“Thranduil—”

“You did not need to explain. I understand why.” Thranduil reaches out and cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. “I am thankful that you found it, but you are also precious to me, and losing you is a far greater loss.”

You turn into his touch. “That ring is important to you.”

“Many things are important to me. But the ring is just that. A thing. You are breathing. You are here. I would like to keep it that way.”

Your eyes drift close and you revel in the warmth of his touch. “Are you mad?”

“Never.”

“Will you hold me?”

“For as long as you like.”

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[tinfairies]

Hey so we talked before about hair braiding being intimate to elves. Can we have headcanons of reader just coming up behind them and starts braiding it casually and Legolas and Thranduil reacting to it? I feel they’d be like “wow she’s so forward (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ” 🤣

Thranduil

Of course he knows that this human isn't aware of elvish culture and the significance of braiding.

That doesn't stop him from being a bit surprised, then smug about it.

He would use it as a way to subtly claim his human. Making sure the other elves see them braiding his hair.

He might tell them about what braiding means for elves, but that won't be until he has them firmly in his grasp.

Legolas

Despite what his culture says about braiding, he loves having his hair played with.

He thinks it's cute that this human doesn't know, but is also glad for it. Legolas loves physical affection and he doesn't get much of it from his kind.

Will definitely show the braids off to other elves, boasting about his human's skill.

They will probably find out about what braids mean, but until then Legolas plans to soak up as much attention as he can.

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