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yourfatherlucifer · 8 months

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To Die For (Hongjoong)

Orc Leader!Hongjoong x afab!Reader

Summary: You were at the wrong place, at the wrong time. You were captured by orcs and brought to their leader, being offered as a meal, but you didn’t want to die, so you made a new offer.

AU: LOTR/Historical

Genre: Smut

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: NSFW MDNI, monster cock, heavily inspired by LOTR, rough Hongjoong, mentions of breeding, choking, marking/biting, blood, seven foot tall HJ,

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It was getting closer to colder days so your village was preparing by having everyone who was able to gather wood to stockpile. Crops were being dug up so they wouldn’t shrivel up.

Children weren’t playing outside anymore, their parents afraid of their children getting sick. Cattle and livestock brought into their respective spaces.

The village of Bree was quite peaceful, humans and hobbits lived in peace together. They shared their resources and chores. The fall and winter time was hard for both species, especially having to rely on each others techniques. Many people died due to cold related illnesses, more due to raids on the village.

"Y/N, could you be a dear and help me with this?" An older hobbit approached you with an arm of wood.

You had chuckled at your neighbor, "Of course, Magnus." Bending down, you took the pile from his arms and followed him to his home.

You glanced at your brother Wooyoung gathering your family's cattle, he was struggling with one particular cow, it was pulling back away from him, trying to break free of the lead. Wooyoung was equally pulling back his way, but the cow just stopped its force, causing Wooyoung to fly back into the dirt.

You laughed at the sight, no idea why that cow always teased him.

After you placed the wood inside your neighbors home, you returned to yours.

Your mother was cooking a nice stew over the fire, "Hello, Y/N, did you have a finish your chores?" You nodded and stepped beside her.

"I did, but Wooyoung seems to be struggling with the cow again. You glanced out the window to check on your younger brother, who was scolding the cow and dragging her off.

Your mother had shook her head before pulling the pot away from the fire, “Isn’t he always? That cow is a stubborn one, we should just sell it.”

“Go tell your brother to come eat.”

As you laid in your bed, shivering, you had thought about leaving to go get more firewood. However with it being so late at night, you could easily be attacked and killed.

Possibly kidnapped by bandits and sold for a profit.

But the night air was just so cold and the fire had burnt out long ago.

So, you decided against yourself and the obvious risks. You gathered your shoes and cloak made of wool, not the finest, but it shall do.

After carefully sneaking past your sleeping mother and brother, you made your way outside. All was quiet, your hobbit neighbors were fast asleep.

You had quickly run into the woods, grabbing a hatchet on the way. You knew you couldn't cut down full trees, so you'd settle for limbs.

After walking for a solid fifteen minutes, you had found the perfect tree limb to cut down.

But as you were preparing to swing down the mini axe, you heard growls, yells, feet pounding in the distance. That wasn't good.

Was it a group of bandits, orcs, goblins?

It was so close you knew you wouldn't be able to make it home, you had no clue how to fight, but you had the hatchet with you, so maybe, just maybe you could defend yourself.

You couldn't though, you knew you'd die trying. So you ran as fast as you could to the village area of Bree. Your home.

It was a poor attempt anyway, not even two minutes of running you could hear the snarls of Wargs and yells of the Orc Riders. You were screwed, so screwed. You didn't want to die so what you could you do? You could try to run faster but your energy was depleting rapidly, your legs were trying to give out beneath you.

It was all for nothing, you had been surrounded by three orcs, each one snapping their jaws at you. The Wargs behind them looked even hungrier.

One had cackled at your frightened state, "She looks so yummy! Don't you agree?" He licked his lips, well if there were any. You couldn't exactly tell, didn't matter anyway. You were to worried about being eaten alive by these three orcs.

Another stepped to you, "Y'know, Hongjoong would love to eat this pretty little human. She smells just like his favorite kind." Your jaw was gripped by its clawed hand, your face squished between its disgusting fingers.

"Oi, tie her up, we're bringing her home for the leader."

You yelped as you were grabbed and pulled around. A tight rope was wrapped around your torso and ankles.

An orc swung your body on top of a Warg, face down and jumped up behind your body.

You had arrived in Isengard, beneath the Earth's soil, beneath the two towers of Saruman. The orc who had captured you, dragged your body behind him, the holler of fellow orcs and goblins resounded around the dirt walls.

You could hear them laughing, mockingly, at your state. Another human captured to eat.

"Leader Hongjoong! We brought you a present, its your favorite." Your body was thrown in front of a massive orc, body rolling on the dirt ground.

You cried and groaned at the way you were being handled. You knew you were going to die, you knew you'd never see your brother Wooyoung or your mother ever again. Would they even look for you? How would they find out you were eaten by orcs.

The giant orc bent down to your body, his gray skin and black eyes scared you. You had never seen an orc so large. A whopping seven feet tall.

He moved your hair out of your face, "She smells delicious, boys. Fantastic job, I haven't had a meal that smelled so good, in so long."

You quickly scrambled yourself away from him, "W-wait! Please! I don't want to die! I will do anything! I'll offer my body in other ways!" You cried out, wanting to rub your hands together to beg but you couldn't. Your body was still well-tied together.

His evil grin splattered his face, "Oh really, human? In what ways can your body serve a purpose to me, other than being food?" He was mocking you, he knew what you meant.

"Anything! Please, I'll be your personal pleasure outlet! I-I know how orcs plunder humans for a quick fuck, but I just don't want to die!" You were stumbling over your words at this point, it was pathetic to him, but your offer. Your offer was very exciting for him.

His shit-eating grin was still on his face, "deal."

Hongjoong yanked you to your feet, grabbing the rope on your chest, he pulled you behind him, "You cannot back down now, cause if you do. I will eat you. Understand?"

"Yes! I understand!"

Hongjoong brought you to his quarters, shoving you inside.

After he ripped the rope and clothes from your body, he shoved you down to his makeshift bed.

You fell down with a yelp, staring up at him. He was just so big. You took this time to relish in his brown mullet hair, the split eyebrow, the piercings that lined each ear. He was beautiful in a way, didn't look like an orc much at all. He had more human tones. But his height, skin, and ears represented the orc features.

As you lay bare on his bed, you noticed his loin cloth covered nothing, instead it was pushed out of the way by a monster sized cock. The size and girth were both size of your forearm, if not more. Just how were you gonna take that inside of you? It could rip you apart.

Hongjoong noticed you staring at him, then his fat cock, "You'll take it no matter what, don't worry."

His massive body climbed on top of you.

He trapped you beneath him and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Your body is mine now."

His gray hand gripped your waist, "I suppose I shall prepare your fragile human body to take me."

He moved down to your already wet core, he smirked, knowing how you felt about his cock. Greedy human.

He licked a long stripe down your wetness with his large tongue, your body arching itself in response to the newfound pleasure you were receiving.

He took one of his thick fingers and forcefully plunged it inside.

As he pumped it in and out, your moans echoed throughout the dirt room, you were sure the other orcs could hear you, "ah, ah, this feels so good." You cried out.

He pushed another finger in, "You haven't felt anything yet. Just wait till I'm fully inside you."

Minute after minute of him pushing several fingers inside of you, constantly, he deemed you were ready for him.

He removed his loin cloth from his body, you were terrified, just how badly was this gonna hurt? Could you take every inch of his? Would it kill you?

Hongjoong pulled your chin to look at him, "look at me while I am taking you, human."

He bared his canines and bit into your shoulder, drawing blood painfully. You screamed, you were definitely sure the orcs could hear you now.

He slowly pushed his massive cock inside of you. The stretch burned so bad that you started full on sobbing, but it felt so good at the same time. A very large stomach bulge appeared on your stomach, he was fully sheathed inside of you.

He pulled you to his chest by roughly grabbing your neck, pulling you up like you weighed nothing to him.

"I want to breed you so bad, but I cannot. Our species cannot mix. Orcs are only created by pure evil and corruption, so instead I'll just fill you with my seed." The evil glint in his eyes scared you, but you couldn't stick to the thought much, as his fat cock rested within you.

Throwing you back down to the bed, he began his rough pounding, nothing but your moans, his groans, and the repeated skin slapping filled the room.

The grip he had on your waist was sure to leave large and dark bruises.

You were already cock drunk with his thrusting. The stomach bulge was moving so fast, it felt so good, you weren't even sure how far he reached inside of you. You didn't care though, his cock felt so good.

Hongjoong brought him self down and bit into your breast, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave marks. He repeated this action with the repeated thrusting below. He took his fingers and pinched at your clit, "Release on me, human, now." He was striving to bring you to your orgasm, he didn't care if you did or not, he just wanted to feel it on his monster cock.

"Gonna fill you up so much."

He growled in your ear as his thrusting became sloppy.

Soon, his cum filled your walls, his cum filling your stomach, creating the illusion of you looking pregnant, instead you were filled to the brim with orc cum.

When he pulled out, his cum flowed out so fast like a river, there was just so much of it, it seemed never ending.

Your body was so exhausted and sore you could not move.

Hongjoong laughed at you, "I knew this would happen. So rest, for this is your fate now, you are stuck here forever to be my cumdump."

Now you knew your family would never find you.

#cultofdionysusnet #pirateeznet #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut #ateez #ateez x reader #orc hongjoong #lotr au #monster fucker #monster smut

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 7 months

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Hobbit Gen Fics and Collections

MULTI-CHAPTER WORKS

Finding Our Paths

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Completed: 12/31/23

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Characters: Bilbo, Kili

Summary: Thorin and Fili are taking a trip to the Iron Hills and leave Bilbo and Kili in charge. It should be relatively routine, but in the span of a day they have a war on their hands and the mountain falling down around them. Is it time to call for Thorin yet?

Home

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Completed: 9/5/21

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Characters: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dis

Summary: Being an uncle doesn't come instinctual to Thorin. He loves his nephews with all his heart, but he doesn't quite understand them. However, when Dís needs a break with the death of her husband so fresh, she leaves to travel as a blacksmith and Thorin is left to mind the colony, Fíli, and Kíli. If they all manage to survive to the end of the five months, Thorin will consider it a success.

FOLLOWER EVENTS

All About Bilbo from the POV of...

Bilbo- Bilbo describes himself as he convinces Thorin that he would make an effective scout.

Lobelia- Bilbo is described by a family member who learns from a young age that Baggins are respectable, and Bilbo is not.

Bard- Bilbo is described by a coworker as Bard laments on how necessary Bilbo is for the alliance.

Smaug- Bilbo is described by an enemy during the scenes with Smaug from DOS.

Elrond- Bilbo is described by a teacher when Bilbo needs someone to help him cope with his grief. (Canon compliant)

Oin- Bilbo is described by a healer who is convinced that hobbits are healed by mushrooms.

Gandalf- Bilbo is described by a "recruiting manager" who finds courage when he searches through the Tooks for a worthy burglar.

Frodo- Bilbo is described by a child who is dealing with his own grief and finds a kindred spirit in Bilbo.

Myrtle- Bilbo is described by a pet who wondered after Bilbo once they were separated by wargs.

OTHER GAMES/CHALLENGES

Modern May

Secret Royal (Modern Middle Earth) + Interpreter + “I never meant to come between the two of you.” + Fili & Kili & Bilbo Friendship

Trick or Treat

Brothers Treat- Boromir takes Faramir out for drinks and congratulates him on his promotion.

Elves and Children Treat- Elrond doesn't quite know what to make of baby Thrain.

Unlikely Friendship Treat- Child Thorin loves when Legolas visits the mountain...he loves to shoot him with his imaginary arrows.

Sword Lessons Treat- Boromir is convinced by Merry and Pippin to give them sword lessons.

Shadow Puppets Treat- Bofur and Bilbo explore Erebor and make shadow puppets of some of the other Company members.

RANDOM DRABBLES

As Brothers Do- Birthday present for @guardianofrivendell where Vili is still alive to join the quest of Erebor.

Birthday Surprise- Birthday present for @i-did-not-mean-to where Ori has come to dread his birthday, and Bilbo comes up with an idea to help him get back at Nori.

Tangled AU: Smaug Raising Thorin- Birthday present for @dimdiamond where we see Thorin's life with Smaug pre-storyline.

Thorin and Thranduil's "Somewhat" Friendship- What if, instead of turning his army around, Thranduil had finally decided to help the Dwarves of Erebor that day?

#sunny's fics #my masterlist #the hobbit

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mordellestories · 11 months

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Take My Heart

Baggensjield AU | Dragon!Throin | T

CW: violence, angst, cliffhanger/ambiguous ending

AN: I didn’t think I’d post this (since it’s not a full fic or anything… yet…. but I’ve been in a weird place lately. I don’t know if this will be continued but if people like it enough, maybe I’ll get on it soon.

During the Fell winter, the Shire was overrun by orcs. Bilbo's parents lost their lives in this incident, but Bilbo himself was captured and enslaved, along with others. Due to their limited skills, the hobbits were mostly assigned to work as cooks in the orc camps. The orcs had no interest in eating hobbit food, unless they meant the hobbit itself. Sadly, cannibalism was a grim reality in these camps, occurring far too frequently to provide any sense of safety. Surrounded by orcs, wargs, and the pervasive stench of death and decay, there was no solace to be found, not even a single glimpse of greenery.

Bilbo grew up captivated by stories and fables, but his favorite tale revolved around a tragic and noble dwarven prince, beloved by his people and family. This prince lost not only his home but also his literal heart to a dragon named Smaug, who ruled over the Lonely Mountain amidst a vast treasure hoard. The dragon had taken the prince's heart and transformed it into a precious jewel known as The Arkenstone, Heart of the Mountain.

Despite losing his heart and becoming obsessed with slaying the dragon who’d taken everything from him, he became a hero, earning his epithet Oakenshield for his valor in the war of Moria.

Years later, Thorin, now a king, embarked on a quest to reclaim his ancestral home and retrieve his stolen heart. Tragically, Thorin's entire company of dwarves perished in this endeavor. Thorin succeeded in slaying Smaug, but when Thorin placed the Arkenstone back into his chest, an unforeseen consequence unfolded. He transformed into a dragon himself.

Since then, the Lonely Mountain has remained impenetrable. Occasionally, a black dragon with silver streaked wings emerges, circling the mountain, breathing fire. This serves as both a warning and a confirmation of his existence. This dragon, now known as Zarakûl in the Khuzdul tongue (translated as "Silver Shadow" in Westeron), fiercely guards his treasure. Not a single coin is allowed to be taken.

Thorin II, Oakenshield, the Mountain King-in-Exile, had succumbed entirely to the curse. Consumed by the sickness of gold, he has lost his name and his identity as a dwarf. He had become the embodiment of the dragon, forever known as Zarakûl.

Bilbo's mother often concluded the story with an optimistic and somewhat romantic ending. She would tell Bilbo about the dragon patiently awaiting the arrival of his true love, who would break the stone surrounding his heart with a genuine kiss of love. Bilbo recognized his mother's inclination towards romanticism, as her stories always seemed to conclude with similar ambiguous happy endings. Perhaps it was for his benefit, and maybe even hers. Nevertheless, he cherished that story because he knew it held a kernel of truth. Though the details may have been lost to history and the dwarves who embarked on their journey, only the dragon possessed the true account. That dragon was no figment of imagination; Bilbo had witnessed its existence with his own eyes when the orc camp approached the borders of Erebor.

Rumors circulated that the orcs intended to persuade the dragon to join their army. When Bilbo witnessed the flames illuminating the night sky, his awe-struck jaw dropped in wonder. The legendary creature was no longer confined to his imagination but a tangible being of flesh and blood. Bilbo could only catch fleeting glimpses of the dragon as it soared through the heavens, exhaling bursts of fire. It was a truly magnificent sight. Clasping his hands together as if in prayer, Bilbo hoped and prayed that the noble dwarf-king still resided within the creature, ready to vanquish the audacious orcs for venturing so close to his mountain.

The prospect of Bilbo being incinerated alongside the rest of the camp loomed large, but he clung to the hope of escaping in time. A small group comprised of rebellious hobbits, elves, and dwarves had been devising plans for another escape. Perhaps amidst the chaos of the dragon's fiery assault, they could slip away through the treacherous Mirkwood and seek assistance. That was the plan the others were formulating. However, Bilbo harbored a different, almost insane, plan of his own. He was dubbed "Mad Baggins" for a reason, anyway.

It was no secret that all the captives had suffered emotional scars, each one carrying their own share of brokenness. Yet, Bilbo garnered the most pity, for he had fallen mute and seemed touched in the head after witnessing the brutal murder of his parents. It was a sorrowful transformation, as he had once been a gifted storyteller, entertaining young hobbits who gathered around him eagerly at parties, enthralled by his tales.

Even Bilbo acknowledged that his mental state was far from stable, and he could openly admit that his plan was undeniably mad. For his intended destination was none other than Erebor itself—the very lair of the dragon. It was a place he had fantasized about, although under far from ideal circumstances, yet here he stood, finally realizing his long-held dream. Trembling with a mixture of fear and awe, Bilbo watched as the colossal dragon descended from above, circling lower and lower, its imposing presence growing with each passing moment.

As the dragon touched down upon the earth, a profound tremor rippled through the ground, causing the very foundation to quiver in response. Despite the multitude of torches that illuminated the surrounding area, the dragon's colossal form remained mostly veiled in shadow, its immense size surpassing the reach of the flickering flames. The ambient light merely served to highlight certain details, and amidst the darkness, the dragon's eyes gleamed with an iridescent blue hue. These eyes, piercing and menacing, seemed to hold an ominous glint, casting an eerie and unsettling aura in the depths of the night.

Bilbo thought he might soil himself… from being equally terrified of and over the moon with the tremendous, majestic creature. The dragon was gargantuan. He could probably eat a dozen hobbits in one go as a light snack. Bilbo quaked, his knees just one startle away from crumbling beneath him.

Then the dragon’s chest began to glow.

Something definitely fractured in one of Bilbo’s knees when they finally did give way. His hand flew to his wildly beating heart and his lungs refused to draw air.

He smiled.

For the first time in years, he positively beamed while gazing up at the colossal, winged embodiment of undiluted power.

The Shire was not safe, completely unprepared for its hostile fate. Hobbits were soft creatures who thrived in sun and lived comfortable lives. And for that, they had lost their home. The Shire was no longer.

The Mirkwood was not safe, contrary to what the fellow captives hoped. It was riddled with spiders, the trees sick with darkness and dank. The Elves secret sanctuary was most likely a fool’s dream. And Bilbo refused to bet on a dream, when such terrifying reality lay before him. No, he’d bet on what was real.

The world was not safe. Overrun with orcs and other foul creatures of Shadow and Doom. While the races bickered and stayed divided, the Enemy had overwhelmed them all, one by one. Now, all the races of middle-earth, once fractured, gathered to fight the common enemy… but possibly too late.

It all depended on this dragon. For he was the last of his kind. To gain the dragon to their side would mean the calamity of all calamities. It would tip the scales in favor of the Enemy… and then all would be truly lost.

But this dragon had no cares for the politics of middle-earth, Bilbo was certain. Why would he? He was a dragon. The only thing Sauron could possibly bargain with was gold, but everyone knew that Erebor had been and still was the wealthiest city in all of middle earth.

This dragon did not need more gold, more might, or more power. He already had it all.

Unless, of course, the gold-sickness demanded he add to his hoard. But in all his time of being a dragon, Zarakûl had never descended upon any cities to plunder the precious commodity. He simply guarded his mountain.

More than likely, Bilbo would be burned alive now before he could attempt his plan. But my, he thought in a daze as the world grew strangely silent around him, what a sight to behold as I take my last breath.

Yet, contrary to expectations, the dragon did not unleash a torrent of fire. Instead, he spoke. A rumbling thundercloud of a voice, like stone giants crumbling amid battle. Bilbo’s whole spine quivered with it. “Orc filth,” he spat, “you dare bring your foul presence to my mountain. Thieves.”

“Zarakûl!” The leader of the band was pushed forward by his cowering subordinates. Even the orcs, smartly, feared the giant, living furnace. “We come with a message from Lord Sauron.”

The dragon huffed, a small burst of flames emitting from between his sharp, gleaming teeth. He sneered, disdain dripping with every word he spoke. “Sauron, the petulant, weakling.”

The orcs hissed and growled.

The dragon grinned with venomous delight, “He has no power here or over me. These are my lands. Be gone now before I send only one of you back with a message of my own.”

The leader stepped forward with a snarl. “Lord Sauron has promised you all the gold from the cities you conquer. After the war is over, he will have it all sent to you here to add to your hoard. He sent you a gift.” The orc smiled, a grotesque display of black and yellow jagged teeth–sinister and devoid of any sincerity. Sadistic pleasure was written all over his gnarled face.

Bilbo knew that face all too well. He swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat at the sight.

“What say you, dragon?” The orc sneered.

To Bilbo’s utter horror, Zarakûl’s eyes widened, and he tilted his head with curiosity. He stepped forward, and instinct drove everyone back with yelps and panicked murmuring. Except for Bilbo, still on the ground, wide smile fading slowly as the dragon actually considered the offer.

“NO!” Bilbo screamed, voice hoarse after years of silence. He didn’t even recognize it as his own. “No please don’t!”

His fellow slaves gasped and gawked at him. A whisper of “Mad Baggins” in the air was all he caught. He should have stopped. He should have stayed silent. He should not have yelled at a dragon. Those blue, cold eyes targeted Bilbo and left him breathless with respectful terror. The torrent of desperate words within him surged forth uncontrollably. It was as if all the years of silence had accumulated, and now that he had found his voice, he could not cease its flow. His words poured forth like an unrestrained deluge in the awakening of spring, overwhelming and unstoppable.

“Please be who I hoped you’d be. Please. I have nothing left. If I’m to die here, then please let it be by your breath and burn all these monsters with me to doom! Please…” he panted, for he was consumed with true madness it seemed, “Sauron is a liar. Whatever he offers you, it is to ensnare you, O’King!”

The dragon reared back, eyes wide in genuine shock before he blinked rapidly. He seemed about to speak when the orc leader slapped Bilbo so hard that his head hit the ground with a worrying crack.

“You should have stayed mute, slave!” The orc bellowed. “I think we’re having halfling for dinner tonight,” he growled. Some orcs chuckled and others smacked their lips and dragged their nasty tongues over their filthy teeth at the thought of fresh meat.

Bilbo’s vision spotted, but he clung to consciousness with all his strength. He needed to know how it would end. He needed to know that Thorin was still in there. Such a noble king who lost so many of his kin in a hopeless fight against orcs once upon a time. He can’t, Bilbo begged in his mind, for he could no longer speak. He won’t.

“He will not be your dinner,” the dragon growled. “You are on my lands. I shall deal with you as I see fit. But…” Zarakûl lilted with a hungry grin, “as it happens, I have been thinking of finally adding to my hoard.”

Bilbo wanted to scream, but all that came out was a pitiful whimper.

Zarakûl hummed thoughtfully. “I will agree to join Sauron if… you leave me your slaves to feast on.”

Bilbo's eyes welled up with tears, a profound sense of despair washing over him. He felt the last vestiges of goodness and hope slip away, realizing that the valiant dwarven prince his younger self had fallen in love with was not just a dragon… but a monster too.

Amidst the outcry of some protesting orcs, their leader swiftly silenced them with a commanding gesture. "Agreed," he gruffly declared in their harsh tongue. The slaves, including Bilbo, were swiftly herded together near the dragon, their bodies huddled pitifully in the dirt. Tears streamed down Bilbo's face as he sobbed in desolation, consumed by grief. The last shard left of his heart had broken.

With the orcs stepping back, Zarakûl positioned himself before the gathered slaves, his chest radiating an even brighter glow. "It will be a swift death, unfortunate as it may be," the dragon added with an air of resignation.

And breathed.

A sound of violent winds.

Unbearable heat.

Screaming.

So much horrible, awful, primal screaming.

But… no pain. At least, not more than what Bilbo was used to, body all bent and beaten over the years. But still… no burning pain that he’d expect from dragon fire.

He lifted his head, vision swimming. He was still alive. And the fearful cries and whimpers that were left were not from the slaves, for they were all still alive as well. And as the smoke dissipated, the pale moonlight revealed a haunting sight—a field strewn with the lifeless bodies of the orc pack, finally vanquished.

They were free, though they hardly knew it.

The dragon turned to them with a bored scowl. “I suggest you all run for your lives whilst I eat my meal.”

There was only a moment's pause before they all ran like chickens without heads, until a ginger bearded dwarf and blond elf rallied them all and led them into the Mirkwood.

Except… Bilbo.

The blonde elf stood by the border and stared at Bilbo. The hobbit shook his head. The elf gave him a curt nod and disappeared through the trees after everyone had safely ran past.

“Are you actually waiting for me to eat you? Do you not have an ounce of survival instinct? Or are you too injured to flee, little halfling?” rumbled the dragon’s voice.

Bilbo ducked his head in reverence. “Your Majesty, I wish to stay and serve you.”

Palpable silence ensued for a long moment before the dragon uttered a bemused “What?”

Bilbo finally looked up and bestowed another beaming smile up at his new master. “Bilbo Baggins, son of Bungo Baggins and Belladonna Took, at your service, O’King Under the Mountain. I’d get up and do a proper bow and all that stuffiness I’ve read in books but I’m afraid I am, actually, injured and just about to faint at the moment.”

The dragon’s mouth dropped open. “I… wh–are you mad, halfling?” He asked, rearing back with incredulity.

I’ve managed to tongue-tie a dragon, Bilbo thought with a hysterical giggle. “Yes,” he answered with a relieved laugh. “Yes, I do believe I am.”

And then Bilbo succumbed to darkness.

#bilbo baggins #thorin durin #bagginshield #bagginshield week 2023 #fairytale au #my art

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lanthanum12 · 5 months

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Niennandil Advent Calendar Day 1

Happy Holidays everyone!! This year everyday including Christmas, I'm hoping to share a short story about Yule and it's celebration in Arda in my favorite AU of the whole legendarium, the Niennandil-verse! Things are pretty complicated, I will admit (I can't keep track of my own stories XD) so at the end of each chapter, I'll include some context for the different ocs and everything! I hope you all enjoy!

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Nienna’s gift list grew longer every year. New children were born and new elves sailed to Tol Eressa. This year, however, there were even more. Olorín had returned and with him came two hobbits and one being, named Sméagol, who was not truly a hobbit anymore but she loved him just the same. All of them, besides Sméagol, had received a keg of her famous lemonade. Sméagol got caviar. She had planned on giving him an outfit, but Vairë and Fíriel had supplied Sméagol, Bilbo, and Frodo with fifty outfits each. They were so delighted by the little ones.

There was of course the Ainur she worked with. They were to have a party tomorrow as they did every year. Mairon would be joining them for the first time ever along with his friend Lómion. She was a little bit worried about how everything would go with Mairon as many were wary of him. Though she was planning on doing everything in her power to make it a success. It was the first Yule he would be celebrating with them after all!

But right now she was going to visit the elf family she was closest to, the House of Nerdanel and Fëanor. When she came to their house for their annual Yule feast, she was met with a cheer and a tight hug from Maglor. Despite her seeing him earlier this morning. Soon much of the family joined in and she was rather crushed and crowded in amongst Fëanor, Nerdanel, their seven children, six spouses, five grandkids, one great-granddaughter, and a dog. Celebrían and Fíriel stood on the edge, laughing.

“Can we have presents now?” Niennamírë asked. They were Gwindor’s and Maedhros’s little orcling who had been recently reembodied and adopted into the family.

“We must wait until Lady Nienna is ready,” Niennarille, Mírë’s older brother, hissed. Nienna leaned down next to the orclings and handed them each a package.

“It’s a little early but these are for you,” Nienna said. Mírë eagerly ripped into the paper of theirs and unwrapped a stack of books.

“I’m going to learn how to read! I’m going to read all about ada and atto!” Mírë squealed, hugging their books tightly in their arms.

“We do not know this yet,” Rille cautioned.

“Of course you will, Mírë, you as well Rille,” Maedhros assured, “Rille, why don’t you open your package?”

Rille turned his parcel over in his hand, sniffing it and feeling every corner, “I don’t know.”

“I can tell you what’s inside it if it would make you feel better, or we can open it together,” Nienna assured him.

“I want to know what’s inside,” Rille said.

“Okay, I got you a plush of a warg as I know those are your favorite animals,” Nienna explained. Rille ‘s lips turned up as he slowly undid the wrapping paper. Sure enough inside was a warg with silver fur made of the softest silk and an emerald bow.

Rille stroked the warg’s fur, “Thank you…”

“You are so welcome,” Nienna wiped away some tears that came at the siblings’ joy. This is why she gave gifts. It was another way for those she loved to be able to know that.

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Lanthie here! Thanks for reading day one!

Okay so this one takes place in the fourth age and here are some of the changes: Sméagol lives! Mairon/Sauron gets reembodied and is now living in the halls of Nienna. I'm a big Gwindor x Maedhros shipper (and the one that I know of off the top of my head (I'm so sorry if you ship them too and I forgot >.<), I might even be one of the very first?!) and in my verse they get married and adopt two orclings. Orcs get reembodied in my verse, as orcs. Mírë and Rille have no clue who their biological parents are, Nienna and the rest of the Valar are trying to figure that out in case Mírë and Rille want to meet them someday.

Anyways this was some really fun fluff, I love Mírë and Rille! I wish I paid more attention to them tbh.

#orcs #my ocs #ocs #my writing #Niennandil-verse #tolkien fandom #lord of the rings #Gwindor x Maedhros #fluff #Nienna #niennandil-verse #Niennandil-verse Advent Calendar #orc ocs #Valinor #christmas

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ASOIAF: Dimensional Chat Group

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by SERVANT_AMBROSIUS

Our protagonist finds himself transmigrating into an AU Jon Snow in Attack on Titan with a Dimensional Chat Group.

Words: 4324, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Star Wars - All Media Types, Mass Effect Trilogy, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), DCU, Shadowhunters (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Simon Lewis, Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Bilbo Baggins, Percy Jackson, Jon Snow

Additional Tags: Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia) - Freeform, Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia) - Freeform, Daenerys Targaryen - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Magic, Dimension Travel, Dimensional Chat Group, Politics, War, Wargs & Warging (A Song of Ice and Fire), Dragons, Ghost | Jon Snow's Direwolf - Freeform

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 11 months

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ASOIAF: Dimensional Chat Group

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/BkYItTf

by SERVANT_AMBROSIUS

Our protagonist finds himself transmigrating into an AU Jon Snow in Attack on Titan with a Dimensional Chat Group.

Words: 4324, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Simon Lewis, Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Bilbo Baggins, Percy Jackson, Jon Snow

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 2

Summary: You're a fantasy-loving, LARPing human from this world, who's the black sheep of society because of your obsession for the unreal and alienation of what's real. When you're in the middle of a LARP battle with some pretty phony boars, you fall out of a tree and bust your head. You wake up, alone, and are suddenly attacked by some very pissed-off, very real wargs. Without any idea of how you got there, you got dropped into Middle-Earth, with only bits and pieces of memories of Tolkien's masterpiece, though your recollection of everything else is perfectly clear. And of all places in Middle-Earth, you got dropped into Mirkwood, with some suspicious, potentially hostile, Woodland Elves...

Chapter No.: Chapter 1

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: Listen to Medieval Pagan Music, Runestones when reading this chapter.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused, Denethor's a bitch as always, Boromir lives, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Worm Tongue Grima Wormtongue, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

When I said I hated reality, I didn't mean I wanted to be ripped from it without my family.

How they'd healed you so efficiently was beyond your comprehension, and nobody came to visit you. You couldn't bring yourself to eat much of what they brought you. To think you'd finally gotten your wish, you'd finally, somehow gotten sucked into some alternate reality where fiction was fact and what you'd known and lived in for your entire life was nonexistent... It was amazing. Surreal.

But you couldn't stay here. Not without your family. Not without your mom, not without [B/N], not without [S/N]. [F/N]... You wished you could've at least said goodbye to him. Life without the only people you'd ever had seemed unreal, incomprehensible, and too nightmarish. Too... Alone. You couldn't lose them.

For hours, you waited, pacing the ten-by-ten cell furiously. You had to find some way to get out, some way to find whatever portal you'd triggered... A sound at the barred door made you freeze in place, whipping around like a meerkat. It was Blue-Eyes, and some of his guards, one of which was unlocking the door. "Are you letting me go?"

Blue-Eyes stared at you as if trying to figure out whether or not you were desperate or stupid. Finally, he shook his head, probably deciding it was most likely both in your case. Well, screw him. "My father wishes to see you."

You glanced to each of the guards that came to grip either of your arms. "Is that... Bad?"

Blue-Eyes smirked. "It depends on his mood."

You glared at him as the other two Elves ushered you out of the door, onto the precariously thin ledge just outside of the cell. "You're trying to freak me out, aren't you?"

Blue-Eyes didn't answer, but took up the rear of the procession. They lead you to a platform overlooking all of the mazelike bridge-sets of the dungeons, and opened a pair of elaborately crafted doors. You balked, your jaw fell, your eyes widened as far as they'd go, stunned by the view.

The building you'd thought was surrounded by trees? It was a palace-city, which stretched back from the front wall as far as you could see. And it was made entirely of trees. Bridges of wood, twisting trunks, curling pillars of wood holding up a vaultrf ceiling which opened up to the orange-gold canopy, and beyond, the cloudless blue sky. Huge, arched windows with stained glass of amber filled the front wall, framed in wood, every few dozen feet, letting in a golden light that made the entire place seem more surreal than it already was. Leaves fell too slowly here, as if afraid that touching the ground would destroy their fabulousness. Elves inhabited every floor, sailing gracefully around like gorgeous swans that glared down at the sudden ugly duckling in their midst.

You felt tiny.

"This is your home?" You breathed in amazement, going where the guards took you on autopilot as you drank in the magnificent sight. "It's bigger than the town I live in!"

"This is just a small portion of it," Blue-Eyes had a hint of pride in his voice. You glanced over your shoulder to see him taking in the view with a faint smile on his face. "This part is my father's palace. Only nobles and militia reside here."

"It's beautiful..." You surveyed the palace in awe. I'm here. I'm really here! This is where I'm supposed to be! "Do you all have different floors? Is it flameproof? What happens if there's a forest fire? Can you even get forest fires here?"

"Why would you like to know?" Blue-Eyes demanded sharply, all kindness gone just as suddenly as it'd arrived, replaced with obvious suspicion and disdain.

You sighed, and dropped the subject. You wouldn't be finding anything out about this place today. The guards lead you up a short flight of stairs, which stopped at a huge circular pavilion, lined with a different type of guard in silver armor and navy-blue masks covering their lower faces. They stood almost impossibly still, and each carried a deadly spear.

More stairs, curving upward from each side of the pavilion, lead to a massive throne of carved wood. A regal Elf lounged on it, holding a curled wooden staff. He wore silver robes lined on the inside with a deep crimson, and a crown of thin branches styled like an elk's antlers --or maybe a thornbush-- sat atop his head of snow-white hair. Piercing blue eyes watched you from underneath strangely dark (And thick.) brows, but his catlike face was drawn into an unreadable expression.

Blue-Eyes stepped before you and the guards, and put his right arm over his chest, fist resting over his heart, as he bowed at the waist. "My king, we have brought the prisoner."

Inwardly, you winced. What kind of father forced his son to call him 'my king'?

The Elvenking flicked his fingers toward the guards on either side of you. "Leave us."

As they left with barely a clink of armor, Blue-Eyes grabbed you roughly by the shoulder, forcing you to your knees. His grip was like iron. He leaned down to snarl in your ear, "Show respect. His majesty has shown you a great kindness in allowing you to live."

Aw, fuck. You forgot that these guys had healed you. If Lord Fabulous over there had decided that by even so much as breathing near his lands you didn't deserve for your wounds to be healed, you'd be dead right now. "O-oh..." You quickly fixed your position, and even bowed your head with an arm over your chest, like Blue-Eyes had done. "Sorry..."

"My son tells me he found you trying to escape from warg-bound orcs on our northern border," Elvenking drawled slowly. Wargs... Those big dogs... Why does that sound familiar? Were they in a book? Mythology? A game? You couldn't remember, and Elvenking didn't give you time to. "You were found near-death, and without any apparent recollection of how you came to be there. Is that correct?"

You weren't sure how to adress him. "Yes, sir. My lord. Your majesty. I'm sorry."

Elvenking continued. "Would you like to elaborate on what you do remember?"

His tone wasn't kind. It was "Tell me bitch or I will throw you off into the chasms below."

And there were lots of chasms.

"You won't believe me," You started, and risked a glance; Blue-Eyes and Elvenking watched you warily. You could easily say you were from this world, but you didn't know anything about it. You couldn't lie believably. And even if you could, Elves can sense lies. You figured you'd get some extra points if you were totally honest. "But I'll tell you anyway." So you started out with your explanation of coming from a place called Earth, and that you'd been having a battle against some pretty fake boars played by unconvincing actors in Live Action Roleplay, when you'd fallen out of a tree, banged yourself up, and knocked yourself out. You then proceeded to explain about the big dogs and the orcs.

Elvenking lifted his chin slightly for the sole purpose of glowering at you. "Tell me more of this... Earth." You told him all you could. About cars and trains and jets and phones, then on to TVs and movies, and the huge skyscrapers, and how modern slang was different from what it had been, and how where you came from, Elves and orcs and dragons were all part of a genre known as fantasy. You even tried, for a brief period of time, to explain the subject of eMail and social sites like Tumblr and Twitter, but you gave up at their odd looks as they tried to comprehend the concept. You told them about all seven continents, presidents, world leaders, endless wars, hunger, trashing the planet and all other shit that was wrong with Earth.

You could've been there for hours explaining it all. When you were finished, Elvenking regarded you like he'd just came to the conclusion that you just weren't normal. "It seems, [Y/N], that your world is poisoned."

"It is!" You agreed excitedly. "Nobody cares about it anymore! It's why I grew up to be so... Un-normal, by my world's standards."

"I see..." Elvenking blinked slowly. "Then you are, since you are a spawn of this Earth, equal poison to this world, are you not?"

All the blood drained from your face. "What?"

He looked to Blue-Eyes. "Kill them."

Blue-Eyes gripped you by the back of the head, and your hands flew to his wrist as he yanked your head back. With a flourish, he drew one of his ivory-handled knives and pressed it to your throat. "Wait!" You screamed, and Elvenking raised a hand.

"Last words?" Blue-Eyes sneered.

"I don't know where I am," You choked out quickly; the cool steel of the blade was digging into your neck, cutting a fine line. "I don't know how I got here, but usually when stuff like this happens in movies, there's always a portal. Let me find it-- send an escort if you want! Take me back to where you found me, and I'll find the portal and go home. You'll never see me again!"

Elvenking dropped his hand, and your heart jumped, expecting your head to go with it. "Do you really think that is wise? I sense no dishonesty from you, but you could very well be a spy from your world, which seems so intent on conquering and destroying peace. I will not let this world, much less my own land, fall prey to yours."

"I won't tell anyone about you, or this place, I promise! I don't even know where this is!" Tears of frustration pricked the corners of your eyes. "I'm not a damn spy! I don't even know how I got here! Give me a couple of days to find the portal. Then I'll leave. What if there was a way for you to know I'll keep my word? Like a blood-oath, or something!"

"And if asked where you had gone?" Blue-Eyes countered, cocking an eyebrow.

"I'll tell them I went to Narnia, dammit! They never take me seriously anyway!" Your eyes widened. "This isn't Narnia, is it? Narnia didn't have Elves!"

"No, this is not... Narnia." Elvenking replied. "And you will not know the name of this land. You have three days to find your portal. You will be accompanied by a small assembly of my best warriors. If you do not find the door to your world within the given three days... I will give the order to kill you."

You swallowed hard. The steel dragged across your throat painfully. "Th-that sounds fair." It didn't, but, you just rolled with it.

"Legolas, you will go with them," Elvenking said; something clicked in your mind. You knew that name... You knew that name. But... Why?

Blue-Eyes-- Legolas-- nodded and finally removed the blade from your throat. Lord Fabulous inclined his head once, and you vaguely thanked him, too concerned with how you knew Blue-Eyes's name. He kept a tight, painful grip on your arm, actually digging his fingers in until you were pretty sure he cut off most of your circulation.

When you reached your cell, he thrust you in roughly, making you stumble forward. You whipped around to glare at him. "Could you be careful, Blue-Eyes?"

He paused in locking the door. Confused, he brought his sapphire eyes to meet your [e/c] ones. "What did you just call me?"

"Blue-Eyes," You suddenly felt a little embarassed about picking a nickname for him. Shit, you'd never let that bother you before. He could screw off. "I didn't know your name until a few minutes ago, so... I just picked something to call you."

He raised an eyebrow incredulously. "And you chose to call me after my eyes." It wasn't a question; it was a statement.

You flushed a little, glancing to the side with only your eyes nervously, then back to him. "Uh... Yeah. That's pretty much it."

He rolled his eyes and walked away. Before you even realized what you were doing, you'd ran to the bars and grabbed hold of them, pressing your cheek up against them to watch him walk away. "Blue-Eyes!" He stopped, but didn't turn around. "Your name... Legolas. I think I've heard it before."

He turned his head slightly, like he might be interested, but your hopes fell through the floor when he just continued walking. You immediately wished you'd've said something to get his attention, so he'd come talk to you. Like, Hey, I'm really a spy for Earth, MWAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ok, maybe not that drastic...

But you did wish he'd stayed to talk to you. Even if he'd tried to kill you. Legolas... You slid down the bars, sitting on the floor. Your knees came up to your chest of their own accord. Legolas... What do your Elf eyes see? You knew that you knew his name, but where did you know it from?

They're taking...

Aw, damn. It was right on the tip of your brain. Lord Fabulous looked really familiar, too. He reminded you of Ronan the Accuser from Marvel. Why couldn't you remember? Was it a side-effect of being tossed to another reality? What else did you not remember...?

You sat there for hours, until one of the guards brought you some food. You picked at the meal, as a tune got stuck in your head that you couldn't quite place...

Home is behind...

The world ahead...

Here, the song fizzed out like a radio signal, then you got another bit of it...

All shall fade..

All shall...

...Fade...

~ominous time skip~

You, Blue-Eyes, and a team of Elvish warriors like the ones who'd helped you escape the dogs and orcs set out at dawn, which was way too early for someone used to getting up at noon most of the time. All the Elves showed off their glowy perfect selves by leaping gracefully to pebble to pebble like the regal shits they were, including Blue-Eyes.

Actually, scratch that. Blue-Eyes was the fucking king of being a show-off.

They moved fast, and you were surprisingly able to keep up with them. Not one of the Elves wanted to speak to you; they seemed to consider you an abomination.

You kinda seen what they were getting at, though. You were still in your bright white, blue, and black sci-fi Elf outfit from yesterday, complete with the latex ears and bright blue faux-hawk, which had become much less faux-hawk-y after sleep. You were covered in dried blood, dirt, and parts of your outfit were ripped. You'd tried to clean up as best as you could when you were woken up by using the water from the cup you'd been given to scrub your face and arms with the stunningly clean sheets on your cot.

In other words, you stuck out like a bright blue flower in a field of dark grass. You didn't know the way back to the river, so most of the Elves surrounded you discreetly while Blue-Eyes took the lead. Every one of them had a bow or sword or knife out and ready, so one wrong sniff and you were dead.

You traveled for about an hour before anyone spoke. It was Blue-Eyes, to your surprise. "Why is your hair blue?"

"Huh?" Of all possible questions, that one hadn't been expected. Though, that was kind of dumb of you, to just assume they wouldn't eventually wonder if everybody from your world had crazy hair colors.

"Your hair," Blue-Eyes specified, sounding condescending, like his hair was much better than yours because it was long and perfect and almost white. "Why is it blue?"

"Oh," You cleared your throat. "It's dye. My real color is [h/c]. Lots of people do it where I come from. You can dye it a natural color, or an unnatural color, like so. Some keep their natural color and just add streaks that aren't their natural colors. Some dye their full hair, like me, for the sole purpose of cosplay--uh, dressing up as made-up characters for events--and others dye it just for fun. Or to stand out, I guess. But I wouldn't advise it. It ruins your hair. I just don't care, though."

"Why would anyone want to do that?" One Elf asked in horror, then sneered at you. "I suppose those of your world simply do not appreciate the naturalities of the body."

You shrugged. You should see the LGTBQ+ community... But you didn't feel like explaining any of that to these people right now. Especially when they obviously looked down on stuff like that.

"And what character are you meant to be?" Blue-Eyes asked in a challenging tone.

You flushed. "... A sci-fi Elf."

"...Sci-Fi?" A different Elf asked. "What is that?"

"Science fiction," You specified. "Basically, I'm supposed to be an Elf from another planet. It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"Is that why you have pointed ears?" Blue-Eyes questioned, and you nodded.

"Yeah. They're latex-- a kind of rubber. Wait, do you even have rubber here?" You waved a hand. "Nevermind. They can come off pretty easily, though. Speaking of which, I'd better take them off before they cause damage..." You reached up to one of your ears, despite the looks the Elves gave you.

Blue-Eyes stopped for a minute, halting the whole group. He looked at you like you were crazy. "Whyever would you put something on your body that could cause damage?"

You blinked. "That is a very good question, Blue-Eyes, and one I don't exactly have an answer for. Almost everybody does it at some point." You felt for the flap of latex, but you couldn't find it. Hell, you couldn't even find the edge of the prosthetic. "Oh shit..." You breathed.

"What is it?" Legolas huffed, and turned around impatiently.

Your eyes widened; you couldn't let them think you were panicking, but, well, you were, and shortly after, you did. "I-I can't get it off."

Blue-Eyes's brow furrowed. "Will it cause permanent damage if they are not removed?"

"Maybe? Yes? My skin goes red and itchy and starts to swell up if I touch latex for too long, so, I'm gonna go with a definitely on this one. Just keep walking. I should have them off by the time we get to the river."

But you didn't. There was no flap, no edge of the latex. If it weren't for the fact that you did put latex ears on, you wouldn't have known you had latex ears on. A suspicion grew in your core, so you grabbed hold of the pointed tip, and pinched down with your nails hard and fast. "Ow!"

Every Elf turned to look at you as you pulled your hand away. Some blood was on the tips of your fingers. "Why, in the name of the Valar, would you hurt yourself?" Legolas sighed like a parent lecturing a child, but you were staring at your fingertips in shock. Valar...

"I'm an Elf..."

"I beg your pardon?" Apparently the mere thought of being the same race as you was too much for Blue-Eyes to handle. It was fucking offensive.

"I'm an Elf!" You shouted, and snatched your hand to your chest. "The ears won't come off! They bled and hurt when I pinched them! I'm a damn Elf! When I fell through that portal, I was a normal human! Now I'm an Elf! I don't know whether I should be freaking out or excited!"

Legolas rolled his eyes. "It won't be permanent. Obviously, here you're an Elf. There, you're not. When we get you through the portal, you'll be a human again."

"But..." I don't want to be human... Yet, you were also trying desperately to get back to your family, on pain of death and loss of cool fantasy land. If only you'd wake up to learn you were in some kind of damn coma...

You waved your hands. "Ok. Alright, fine. Is this where you found me?"

Legolas gestured to a particular rock. "The exact spot. Do you think you could find your way from here?"

You smirked; you'd always been good at knowing your way. "Please. I was born with an innate sense of direction. Now how the fuck do we get over this damn river?"

Legolas grinned. "You're an eldar now, aren't you? See if you can get across it yourself." Eldar... That had to mean an Elf of some sort, right?

You stared him down for a second, hands on your hips. He smirked cockily back, pure smugness on his expression. "Ok. Sure. What's life without risk?"

So you took a deep breath, and headed for the opposite bank.

You and your siblings had this special hiking trail in a park, and on this trail was a creek slash pond area. Several of them. You'd always cross the creek carefully, each step placed just so, and quietly, too, so that you could see the frogs-- it was a frog hunt without actually killing said frogs. The exercise gave you all good balance and a know-how for shit not that rock.

But this river was much different than the creek back home. It was clear, and clean, and strong as fuck, so one wrong move and you'd be whooshed away, with Blue-Eyes giving Lord Fabulous the excuse of "Oh they died in the river tragically oops..."

The rocks were unstable. The river swelled over them every so often to make them slippery. Your rubber boots were less than zero help. But you were an Elf now, right? So that had to make you unfairly agile. You took another deep inhale, then took what you hoped was a graceful leaping step, only for you to slip and nearly bust your ass. Elvish powers have to be learned. Noted.

When you finally got to the other side of the bank, you were stiff, and your heart was pounding. Behind you, the Elves sneered and jeered and all kinds of other "eers". You whipped around, and flipped them off. They looked somewhere between shocked, offended, and terrified. You realized they might not know the symbolism of it, and might think you were cursing them. When they reached you, Blue-Eyes was the first to demand what that was all about. "What was that all about?!"

You panicked under pressure. "U-uh... I-it's a minor insult where I come from. Very minor. We use it frequently as a joke among close friends. A friendly insult. Yeah. Sorry. Won't happen again." He totally didn't believe you. So you quickly changed the subject. "O-oh, uh, this way!"

Scenery seen at night was harder to recognize during the day, and vise versa, but you knew you hadn't gone too far up the river when you came across some massive paw prints and scrape marks from where you'd skidded down the bank. Another bonus clue was the scrap of bright blue fabric, from your skirt/tunic thing, hanging precariously from a branch.

It took you the better part of an hour to find the tree you'd woken up at. "Okay, this it it."

"Are you certain?" Blue-Eyes asked you.

"Wait." You laid down, and yep, everything was the same, except in daylight. Legolas frowned at you as you stood, probably ashamed to even breathe the same air as you. "Yeah, this is it."

Blue-Eyes ordered something in Elvish, jerking his head. The Elves immediately set about making camp. "So, in your world, you fell from the highest branches of an oak, yes?"

"Yep, breaking several things in the process."

"And you lost consciousness after you hit the forest floor?"

"Yep."

Legolas hummed and looked up into the canopy. "Then by all means... The portal should be where you laid."

You glanced down at your feet before bouncing up and down a little. "Nope. Nothing."

Legolas huffed. "You may have to try climbing this tree and falling into this spot."

A deranged laugh escaped your throat, which you quickly stifled. "I'm sorry, but are you crazy? What if I die? We don't have the same healing stuff as you guys unless you can pay for it up front, and I'm very poor. So is all of my family. We can't afford that shit. So if I die, what's the point in going back?"

Legolas glared at you. "I didn't mean from very high. Just high enough to hopefully send you through, but not high enough to kill you. Your healers will mend broken bones, will they not?"

You scoffed dejectedly. "Yeah, but for a pretty hefty bill..." You threw your hands up. "Whatever. I'll die anyway if I don't try. Might as well." With Legolas watching you carefully to make sure you didn't try to jump from tree to tree, you started to climb.

Was it really only yesterday that you'd been having a fun, standard LARPing day with your family and [F/N]? The real world seemed like fantasy, now. This felt real. This felt like where you should be. But if your family weren't here, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it. You'd always feel as if you abandoned them. You wondered, did time pass differently? Did it go faster there, and slower here? Or was it the other way around? Would you find the portal, and return to the real world to find your family long gone and the year a thousand into the future? Then you'd wish you'd never left this place. Or would you find not a moment had passed, and to them, it was still the terrifying moment of not knowing if you were dead or alive, to find you unharmed? Would you then be able to convince them to fall through, even on the chance that the portal could only be used a handful of times, and if it did work, would a millenia had passed here? Even Blue-Eyes would've aged by that point, however slightly.

Once you'd reached a suitable height, you braced yourself against the trunk. "How's this?"

Legolas nodded. "Fine. Jump when you're ready.”

You took a minute... Ah... Better get this over with. One does not simply... Damn, what was that meme? "Ok, ready when you are."

Legolas stepped back, and waited; you hesitated, then jumped, and you felt deja vu as you barreled toward the ground, landing flat on your back. The impact knocked the wind out of you, and you felt a painful snap in your right ribcage. You kept your eyes closed; you heard nothing aside from the birds in the trees. You hoped, then hoped some more, expecting at any moment to hear the frantic footfalls of your family rushing to help you...

"Well, I see I was entirely wrong on the matter," Blue-Eyes stated simply, and you frowned. Fuck...

"Ya think? I'm still seeing priss-ass Elves in a goddamn forest that isn't the one I fell in. Fuck you, Blue-Eyes, for having me break a rib for no good damned reason." You glared at him as you tried to sit up, barely making it halfway before Legolas helped you, albeit roughly.

"Watch your tongue," Blue-Eyes snapped. "If it were not for us, you would be dead."

You pursed your lips. "You're gonna kill me anyway just for breathing on your trees, so why didn't you just let me die?"

For a second, Legolas seemed to feel pity for you. "I am sorry. Truly, I am. Perhaps if we fail to locate your way home, I could convince my father to refrain from executing you."

You huffed, wincing as the action hurt your broken-on-some-level ribs. "Why? So I can live the rest of my suddenly immortal life in a dark cell, underground, just for existing? Hell no. I'd rather die."

"Perhaps you could have another use," Legolas offered, and you shook your head.

"Never in my life have I been considered useful." You eyed Blue-Eyes disdainfully. "Ever. By anybody. If you can find a place for somebody like me that doesn't involve imprisonment, fine. But I won't be able to live with myself if I can't find a way back to Earth. I need my family. They're all I ever had."

Legolas knelt beside you. "You... Seem to be very close with them. You love this..." He looked off into the trees, searching for the word. "...Life, so much, and have wished for it for so long, but you'd give it up, to be with them in a world that does not want you... You have a brave heart."

You took the compliment. "Thanks. Now let's find this damn portal, shall we? I've got a couple more ribs to bust."

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vcendent · 4 months

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some hobbit doodles :))

#my art #fanart #tolkien #the hobbit #the hobbit fanart #traditional sketches #art dump #bilbo baggins #(trying to decide how i want to draw him)#thorin oakenshield #the hobbit warg au #please dont repost my art

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hailhydra920 · 2 years

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The Edge of Tomorrow

Pairing: Bucky x reader Modern AU

Summary: When Bucky Barnes' arm gets blow off in Afghanistan, his mental state is shaky. Steve tells him that he needs someone to be with him to make sure he's okay. You just happen to be the girl that answered the ad in the newspaper.

Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst. Bucky thinking he’s a freak :(

Word Count: 1.5k

Tap. Tap. Tap. Bucky’s right leg moved up and down quickly, his combat boot heel hitting the room floor rhythmically. His hair was disheveled, strands sticking out violently against his head, and his eyes where rimmed red. A smart phone was clutched tightly in his hand, knuckles white, as he listened to Steve talk over the phone. The next words that came out of Steve’s mouth made Bucky want to smash the phone into a million pieces. A low growl traveled through the device and Steve sighed.

“Buck, you have no other choice.”

No other choice. He was losing everything, his agency was now being snatched away. Jaw clenched, his leg came to a stop. “No, Steve.”

He heard shuffling on the other side of the line. “Buck, I’m not gonna argue with you on this. Just put an ad in the paper, if you don’t have someone picked by the end of the month, you’re going to the Center.”

Bucky clicked his tongue as he exhaled. “Afghanistan blows off my arm and you’re acting like they blew up my mind. I can take care of myself. I don’t need anybody. No one would even want to be in the company of a one-armed freak, anyway.”

Freak. He’s one of those now. The kind that mothers cover their children’s eyes when they come across them. The kind that would hear every tiny little murmur and cry of disgust that people threw as he walked by, because his ears were perfectly fine, but his missing arm turned him into some sort of monster.

“You’re not a freak, Buck, so stop calling yourself that.” Steve’s reprimanding tone bounced into his ear. “And this is exactly why I want someone to be there with you. It’s not right to leave you alone in this mental state.”

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah, my mental state. You think paying someone to babysit me is going to help? ‘Cause I’m gonna tell you right now it’s not.”

“They wouldn’t be there to babysit you. They’d be there to help you and to bring you companionship, at least until I know you’re okay by yourself.”

Companionship. How’s companionship going to make his nightmares go away or make his sudden panic attack wisp into thin air? How’s companionship going to make him stop telling himself horrible things? How’s it going to make him human again? All he wanted was to feel human again, but it’s not like this companion is going to wash away years of war or bring back his arm. Where were they when he was knee deep in bloodied mud, sloshing around in the trenches trying to protect their freedoms?

“I’m not putting out an ad, Steve. You can’t make me.”

“You’re right, I can’t. That’s why I took the liberty of putting out the ad myself. If you don’t have anyone for me to meet by the end of the month, you’re coming to the Center. End of conversation.”

“Punk.” Bucky breathed out just before Steve hung up.

He slouched in his seat, dread overcoming him. His blue eyes wandered onto the worn copy of The Hobbit sitting on his coffee table. He didn’t need a companion, he already had one. Grabbing the book, he ran his hand over the weathered cover before thumbing through the coffee and potato chip-stained pages. All he needed was a good book to take him away from all the chaos. A world where he could imagine himself there as a warrior, with two arms, fighting mightily alongside the Company as they took on Orcs and Wargs, swords clutched tightly in their hands. There he could be anyone, conquer anything. And all he wanted right now was to be anyone but himself.

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You were doomed. So doomed. Walking out of the office last week with fire in your eyes as you said to your boss, “I’m not working for you anymore, ‘cause I can find someone who can appreciate my time way better than your skimpy excuse for a check every month.” Seemed like such a grand idea until you realized you hadn’t had any other jobs in mind. You were looking for a job, but nothing was piquing your interest in the slightest. You were down to your last leg checking the newspaper ad section, of all places, to find a potential job.

The cap of your red sharpie marker was caught between your teeth as you circled an ad for a jailer position. At least that would be somewhat interesting. You’d probably meet lots of new people. Criminals, sure, but that’s what made it interesting. Your eyes flitted down the browned paper, your other hand sticking to the paper uncomfortably. Just as you were about to set the paper down in a huff, your eyes landed on the last ad square. It was a simple one. A Nice Person Needed. Call xxx-xxx-xx for more information

Now that piqued your interest. You considered yourself a pretty nice person, well, you were friendly to everyone who deserved it. Which was basically everyone except your scumbag of an ex-boyfriend Bradley. He completely burned that bridge and spread the ashes everywhere. It wouldn’t hurt to call the number. Maybe they just needed someone to talk to for a bit. You had plenty of time before you needed money for next month’s rent. You just needed to find a job in a week. Grabbing your phone, you carefully typed in the number, not wanting to screw up the number and end up calling some creepy construction worker with a bad smoker cough.

Checking the number one more time, your finger hovered over the call button. Biting your lip, you pressed down and brought the phone to your ear. It rang a couple times before a smooth “Hello?” traveled through the screen.

“Um, hi. I saw your ad in the paper about needing a nice person. I was just calling to say I could help.” You said hoping this was the guy who actually put the ad out.

“O-oh. Uh, trust me, you don’t want to help me. I’m…scary.” His voice was a soft baritone, and honestly, you could have fallen asleep to it.

“Look, I wouldn’t have called if I didn’t want to help. And you can’t be that scary. You got like three eyes or somethin’?”

“Try a missin’ arm, doll.”

Your brain froze for a second at the way he said doll. You liked it. “So what? Do you need help carrying something?”

“You want to help me carry the weight of PTSD and inevitable depression?”

Wow. That wasn’t what you were expecting to hear from his mouth, but okay then. “Well, I don’t know how much I can do, but I can try.”

You heard him sigh on the other side of the line. “Sleep on it. Call me back tomorrow if you really want a job helping me. I give you more details if you call me back.”

“Wait, so will I be getting paid for this?” You asked sitting up straighter on the couch.

“Like I said, I’ll give you more details if you call me back tomorrow.”

“Okay then. Guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.”

“Just…” You could almost picture his exasperated exhale. “Just sleep on it. Don’t make your decision now. Goodbye.”

He hung up before you could say it back. You were so calling him back tomorrow. Looking into your kitchen, you shook your head. You didn’t really feel like making anything today. Guess you were having Chinese takeout tonight.

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Bucky tossed his phone onto the coffee table with a sigh. Whoever was on the other end of the line was going to inevitably call him and he was not looking forward to that. You didn’t seem fazed that he was missing an arm though, so that was something. Bucky groaned. He wasn’t exactly jumping for joy looking for someone to share his apartment with. It had plenty of room, he just didn’t want to share. But when did anyone ever care about what he wanted?

He was banking on you declining the offer once he brought up having to live with him and seeing him all the time. That should scare off all the well minded people, so if he did find someone who was willing to live with him at least he’d know they’re crazy. He honestly wasn’t expecting someone to call him so soon, but maybe this person was just desperate.

A sharp pain caused Bucky to squeeze his eyes shut tightly. He moved his right hand quickly to press against his left nub of a shoulder. The pressure seemed to ease the pain and he let out a huff. Images of the war flashed through his mind as his eyes stayed squeezed shut for too long and he shot his eyes open, a shaky breath leaving his lips. Why was he like this? He hated himself. Absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt hated himself.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #modern au #angst #fluff #bucky x female reader #bucky fanfic

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captain039 · 2 years

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In the company of wolves

PART 14 LAST PART

Thorin x reader

Werewolf au

Last chapter <-

You awoke to the first light, the army ready. You went to Gandalf as the army began to march to the mountain, you glanced around for Bilbo but couldn’t find the Hobbit.

“He went back?” You asked worried and Gandalf sneered slightly.

“Come,” He said moving quickly.

You were in the crowd of the army of elves, walking to the kings.

“Where is she!?” Thorin roared and you kept your head down as you and Gandalf left the crowd.

“She’s here Thorin, away from your talons” Gandalf sneered, you hadn’t realised how annoyed he was.

“You’re not being very kingly are you?” He added and Thorin huffed.

“We have a deal to strike,” Thranduil said taking the attention of the wolf king. Thranduil nodded to Bard who took the Arkenstone out. They all looked shocked as they talked amongst themselves.

“Theif!” Thorin yelled, the other dwarves throwing curses.

You couldn’t see what was going on behind the stone till Biblo was pushed against the edge.

“Bilbo!” You cried rushing forward, the elf king held his sword out stopping you.

“Thorin stop!” You yelled panic rising in you. The dwarf looked to you making you gulp.

“Let him go” You ordered and the king flinched letting the Hobbit go, Bilbo, climbed down quickly and rushed back to Gandalfs side.

“You left with him?” Thorin called to you and you nodded.

“You locked me in a room for three days Thorin, no food or water!” Your anger seeped through as he flinched.

“Your sick!” You snapped pushing the king’s sword aside and going to the edge.

“You stupid dwarf! cant you see!” You cried as a Raven perched by him.

“What will it be Dwarf? War or peace?” The elf king taunted making you glare.

“I will have war,” He said and your heart dropped. A loud rumble came over the hill, you turned seeing an army of dwarves coming over the mountain.

“Thorin!” You snapped to him but he was gone. You looked to his nephews.

“Kili!” You called as he gave you a worried look.

“Fili!” You said but the older one looked away. You huffed loudly a hand resting on your shoulder. You shook it off going to stand with Gandalf and Bilbo as the army moved. Bard and Thranduil moved through the army on their mounts facing the dwarven army.

“The IronFoot clan” Gandalf muttered.

“Hello!” The dwarf on the boar called.

“Who is he?” Bilbo asked.

“Thorin’s cousin, Dain Ironfoot” Gandalf sighed.

“Can he be reasoned with?” Bilbo asked.

“Thorin’s always been the one to be reasoned with out of the two” Gandalf muttered and you sighed.

“Could you do me a favour and sod off!” The dwarf yelled but nobody budged.

“Right then lads!” He turned back to his people and readied them.

The ground rumbled though nobody moved, the earth shook under your feet.

“Gandalf?” Bilbo asked confused.

“Earthworms” He muttered and you frowned looking to the mountains. Giant worms came out of the sides, mouths chomping on the earth they drilled through. You heard an orcish horn as movement began to pour from the holes. The dwarves were quick to move in front of the elves, readying their shields as the orcs rallied closer. Another horn blew and the orcs charged and you frowned looking at the elves. Gandalf began to usher you through the crowd making you huff and question as the elves joined the fight.

“Gandalf!” You snapped.

“I will not lose you!” He snapped back.

“You will go back to Dale, hide with the others” He ordered and you shook your head.

“I won’t!” You snapped as warg howls rang out. The army began to fight, the wargs charging in, Gandalf was quick to join the fight, you following behind the wizard.

“Go, stupid girl!” Gandalf snapped.

“No!” You said slicing the head off an orc. You were caught in battle lust, sword-swinging to end the lives of the orcs. You cried stabbing one through the chest as a warg knocked you off. You tumbled and groaned before a flash of black fur knocked it off. You sat up seeing a wolf, you stood panting as it turned to you. You knew those eyes and relief flooded you as you walked to the wolf. You knelt and wrapped your arms around its neck tears in your eyes. You let go and pressed your forehead to its before you stood and nodded. You readied your sword the wolf growling and charging to join his pack.

“Was that Thorin?” Bilbo was by your side and you nodded watching him and four other wolves head to Azog.

“Y/n!, Bilbo!” Gandalf called you both as you looked to the city of Dale, the orcs were rallying there.

Your legs burned as you moved with the people of Laketown ready to tear the orcs down. Your body burned, blood and dirt covered your body and face, your lungs burned with each breath as you struggled.

“Gandalf!” You frowned knowing the voice of the elf prince, he rode in on a horse with Tauriel behind him.

“There’s another army, coming from the north,” He said as the fighting continued.

“Thorin” You muttered already taking the elfs horse.

“Y/n!” Gandalf called as you rode through the fighting. You rushed to the icy lake, you ride up the stairs tearing down the occasional orc before dismounting and continuing on foot.

“Thorin!” You called hearing growls and snarls. You followed seeing four wolves, the golden blonde coloured one turned to snarl at you before his ears flattened.

“Fili” You muttered as he backed away head down. Two dark brown wolves, Kili and Dwalin, one golden, Fili, and one black, Thorin.

“Thorin, it’s a trap,” You said panting.

“There’s another army coming this way, over the north-“ You couldn’t finish your sentence as your sword shined blue and Goblins came over the ruins.

The wolves snarled tearing them apart, you hid behind the wall killing the ones that came close to you before you looked. Kili had his back turned as two Goblins neared, you yelled catching their attention and slicing their heads off. The brown wolf looked to you surprised before nudging you gently as you stumbled. You leant against the wolf, a whine coming from him.

You heard Thorin growl, his hackles up, teeth bloodied as he stared ahead. You followed his line of sight, seeing Azog on the lake with his army behind him. The orc smirked pressing his hand to the lake as he began to change. You stared wide-eyed, orcs had never been able to shift, once a dwarf wolf had changed they stayed a warg forever. Azog turned into a pale warg, larger than the others, one of his legs still the same as the sword. Thorin had moved slowly prowling out to the icy lake, Dwalin had gone to fight the orcs behind him with Fili while Kili stayed by your side to keep you upright. You took your weight off the wolf and leant against the wall, the brown wolf turned to you, worry in his brown eyes.

“Go fight, ill be ok” You smiled at him as he hesitated.

“Go Kili!” you said and he left, tail between his legs for a moment.

You watched Thorin and Azog, they went in a slow circle before Azog charged.

“Y/n!” You turned seeing Bilbo coming up the stairs.

“Sorry” You said glancing back to the fight before more Goblins came.

“Stupid things!” You cried slicing through them as they came. A larger beast came though, Smacking Bilbo out of consciousness before swinging at you. You were thrown back against the hard stone, your ribs felt like they shattered in your body as another blow landed on your head.

You awoke slowly, body flooding in pain as you looked around, Bilbo was still lying on the ground, the Goblins nowhere to be seen. You heard snarling and pained growls, you slowly lifted your body, using the wall as stability as you saw a dark brown wolf lying on the ground. You went wide-eyed, stumbled across the lake as you heard Tauriel.

“Kili!” She was there before you, kneeling by the fallen wolf, you heard a low howl of a warg and looked to Thorin and Azog, Thorin was on his side, you couldn’t see any movement as Azog prowled over him, panic flooded your body as you looked back to Tauriel.

“I have Kili, go!” She said tears in her eyes as she took the wolves head into her lap.

You limped over the ice, holding your sword upright as you stabbed through the warg’s neck. He howled in agony, limping away as he tried to snap at you, his body stumbled as he gagged and coughed before falling over the edge. You sobbed a bit falling to your knees beside the large wolf, you crawled over the frozen lake and rested your hands on his neck. You could see his shallow breathing, fur matted with blood but he was slowly healing. His breathing came out in harsh hot puffs, you rested your head against his body tears leaving your eyes quickly.

“Thorin” You muttered as the wolf groaned and twitched under you. You lifted your head and hands as he began to change back to his dwarf form. You shrugged your coat off lying it over his body as he shivered against the ice. You lifted his head to rest it on your lap as you pressed your lips to his forehead. You kept your forehead gently resting on his as you cried, his hand holding your arm. Your hand rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat so you knew he was alive. He coughed a bit making you fret and lift your head in worry.

“I’m all right omega” He muttered letting out a calming scent. You only cried more clutching your hand on the coat you laid on him. You heard someone approaching and looked up seeing Kili and Tauriel. Kili was still in his wolf form, limping on one side as you smiled in relief. the wolf laid by your side resting his head on his Uncles stomach a soft whine leaving him. You rested one hand on the wolf’s fur, the other on your mates head as Thorin Chuckled and rested his hand atop of Kili’s head. You heard loud caws then and looked up seeing the great eagles flying down, you laughed in relief more tears rolling down your face. You looked ahead again and saw Fili and Dwalin approaching in their wolf form also.

“You’re ok,” You said in relief as you beckoned the other nephew over, Dwalin sat nearby as Fili obeyed your call. You lifted your hand running it through his fur and pressing your forehead to the wolfs. Fili had plonked down too by you, exhausted from the fight, your mind returned to Bilbo though and you panicked.

“Bilbo,” You said worried as you remembered.

“I’m here” You looked seeing Bilbo slowly coming over and you sighed nodding.

“I am also alive” You heard Gandalf and chuckled softly as he smiled at you.

“You did well my dear,” He said and you nodded holding back more tears.

“You did,” Thorin said voice still hoarse. You looked down to him, his face grim and regretting.

“I did not mean to lock you away,” He said tears in his own eyes.

“We can argue about that later” You muttered and he chuckled tugging you down to him. You smiled gladly accepting his kiss.

Kili huffed beside you making you chuckle and press a kiss to his head also. His tail wagged behind him making you giggle softly before looking back to Thorin.

The sons of Durin will continue.

#Thorin x reader #Thorin Okenshield #alpha Thorin #werewolf au #the hobbit #Gandalf #durins sons #abo #Fili #Kili #Bilbo

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ragsweas · 3 years

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Okay, you all, this girl had a legit dream which was a whole ass Hobbit fanfiction!!

So like, it started in the middle but like we, that is Company and I were running. It's a Modern AU, of course, and I am me and a mixture of an OC. No idea who tho. We were running before Rivendell from the wargs and I am just there. But the wargs were big cats, like lions and tigers. And Bilbo is nowhere to be found so I am the burglar that Gandalf chose?

So In Rivendell, we settle down and Fili (😍😍) and I start to spend time together. Kili moans about the fact that everybody is teasing him about the Elves. Thorin and Dwalin do not trust me, you know , general OC insert stuff.

BUT THEN!! BEHOLD!! MISTY MOUNTAINS'GOBLIN CAVE IS ACTUALLY A KNOWN TAVERN?? So we spend a whole night singing and dancing and *ahem ahem* doing other stuff with Fili. Thorin pulls me away and tells me, clearly, that he does not trust me and I am like cool, that's okay, I will prove myself.

Of course, that is when the cats are back. And boy can they jump. They jump on the balcony where Fili and I were having a nice date.

So rude I swear...

SOMEHOW, Thorin calls Bilbo here and he comes and like, they flirt and know each other and this is where I realize that they are reliving the quest but only in Modern Middle Earth?

(They are still dwarves and I am super short for a woman so like...it balances out height wise)

We escape in jeeps to Beorn's, which is for some obscure reason a wedding venue. Everybody decides to dress up and attend the thing because why not??

But then!! My parents (not my actual ones but my OC ones) show up cause they were looking for me.

Background info dump here- got pregnant as a teenager, they sent my kid away even tho I wanted it, they fixed my marriage but I took this chance to run away with 13 dwarves...

Yeah...it went there...

Of course everyone is aghast to know of this and apparently I am pregnant again? Fili's kid ofc(JFC THIS DREAM WAS A TRIP!!)

It only gets better.

Thorin casts me away cause they have their burglar (Bagginshield supremacy at my cost? Works) Fili is sad but he is like I dunni if I can trust you (boy was that dramatic) and I leave with some friend and decide to go to Rhun?? And ofc then it turned into a self reflecting trip and all but before I could end it all news came there was a bomb blast in Mirkwood?? And everyone's captured?

So I shed off my anger, and for some reason my belly is like as big as a watermelon already, and I grab my friend and we go back to the blast torn Woodland realm and also sort of take in a war torn elf child?? And I find Bilbo trying to find a way out for Dwarves who are in prisons. We have a truce, and I tell him that I know they are redoing it and I know what happened the first time around...so...yeah.

We finally get the keys, and instead of freeing everyone I run to Fili. Who is happy to see me. And ma belly. And falls on his knees. And we both cry.

(It was very dramatic)

We escape in barrels again, with the elf child, and in Lake Town Thorin is happy with our work and formally accepts me into the family (??????)

EVERYBODY goes to the mountain and the Dragon is killed by Bard. Dragon sickness still comes (yikes) but plans are made beforehand cause, you know, Thorin and Bilbo are doing this the second time.

When the five armies come I too rush out to fight and keep the young Durin boys on the battlefield. Thorin and Bilbo handle Ravenhill and come out victorious. Then we jump to baby borning.

And it's a small boy!!! With Fili's hair!!! And the dream ended with the nurse panicking that I might be having another kid and Bofur fainting

#it got somewhat dark in the middle #but boy was it fun #i legit lived the whole thing #LMAO!!#the best dream ever #to wake up to #hobbit #the hobbit #the hobbit movies #dream #wow

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ao3feed-tenxrose · 3 years

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Out of the Frying Pan and Into the...Pine Tree?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3n2A74E

by MorganaGreenleaf

Rose and the Doctor get chased by orcs and wargs out of the Misty Mountains

Words: 698, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of DoctorRose Fic Marathon

Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, Doctor Who (2005)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler, the eagles (the hobbit)

Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor & Rose Tyler

Additional Tags: DoctorRose Fic Marathon, The Hobbit AU, but it's also kind of a crossover, but you don't see most of the crossy-over bit, i might continue this, there was only one warg skin

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3n2A74E

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tenxrose

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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I guess this is my “happy end” for Carewyn and Orion for that LOTR AU (once again started by @drinkyoursoupbitch and @no-moon-nor-stars)! Pictured are the newly crowned king of Gondor, Orion II Elessar, and his love, the current Steward and future Queen of Gondor, Carewyn Cromwell-Took! (Previous part here!)

When Orion, Ben, Wendy, Charlie, and their allies from Gondor and Rohan charged to the gates of Mordor, there was almost no hope of success. As the final battle raged on, however, wave after wave of reinforcements arrived -- Treebeard and the Ents Carewyn had befriended in the Forest of Fangorn; an army of men led by Barnaby Lee and an army of elves from Mirkwood, who came to support Fellowship members Selene and Artemis Clair de Lune; a battalion of dwarves led by the new King Duncan Stonehelm of Erebor; a militia of men from Dale led by Carewyn’s friend, Lord Andre; the eagles, ridden by both Gandalf and Carewyn’s long-lost brother, Jacob Cromwell-Took, who brought along some white magic of his own to blind and beat back the Orc advance; and Selene and Artemis themselves, who -- after smuggling Smeagol, Bill, and Cedric inside Mordor -- infiltrated the wall over the dark city and attacked Sauron’s dark army from above. Then the final blow was dealt against Sauron -- the Ring was destroyed, and with the destruction of Sauron also came the annihilation of Mordor. The day was won.

The triumphant army returned to the stronghold of Minas Tirith as heroes. As happy as Carewyn was to see Ben, Wendy, Charlie, and Orion safe, however, she was overwhelmed beyond words by who else greeted her at the gates of the capital.

Carewyn flung her arms out wide, rushing to Charlie and throwing her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“You did it!” she said, her wide ruby red smile echoing in every word. “You all did it!”

Charlie squeezed his old friend tightly. “We did it. We couldn’t have done it without you, Carey -- if you hadn’t sent for reinforcements -- ”

“Carewyn Cromwell-Took.”

Carewyn looked up. Standing before her was Duncan, his lips spread into a mischievous grin through his now much-thicker brown beard. He’d had his thick arms crossed, but when Carewyn swept over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck in a huge hug, they fell lax at his sides.

“It’s good to see you, Duncan,” murmured Carewyn.

The young King of Erebor’s expression faltered somewhat, betraying genuine affection despite himself, as he brought his arms around her in return and held her like a dear younger sister he hadn’t seen in years.

Andre came up as well, opening his arms wide to ensnare Carewyn in a hug of his own.

“Look at you, Carewyn!” he said, looking over her new Steward attire and grinning. “One would hardly recognize you as the hobbit who escaped a band of orcs and wargs by floating yourself and your friends down the river in barrels...”

Carewyn bit back a laugh. “Not my most glamorous moment.”

“Artemis! Selene!”

Ben’s voice caught Carewyn’s attention. Riding in on fresh horses were their elfin friends, both looking very tired and beaten down, but with smiling, alight faces at the sight of them. Artemis made a beeline for Ben, leaping off his horse so as to throw both of his arms around him. Once Selene had embraced Wendy, she bend down to hug Carewyn as well.

“It’s felt so long, since we saw you last,” said Selene, “longer than I even know how to express. I think I now know why people with mortal lives act like they have no time at all...”

“I know -- it’s felt like years, somehow,” agreed Wendy.

A loud cry overhead signaled the arrival of the eagles. Carewyn beamed when she caught sight of Gandalf’s white robes -- but she was taken aback by the sound of a familiar, hoarse voice.

“CAREY! CHARLIE!”

It was Bill. He rode the eagle behind Gandalf and looked even more exhausted and worn than the Clair de Lune twins, but his freckled face was just as bright and his eyes were flooding with tears.

“BILL!”

Both Carewyn and Charlie barreled over. Bill didn’t even wait for his eagle to fully land, instead launching him off of its back and hobbling with difficulty over to them, throwing his slightly longer legs backward and forward in precarious, reckless strides until he’d reached them. The three red-haired hobbits all threw themselves forward, seizing onto each other’s shirts and arms and squeezing each other’s shoulders in a vice grip.

“Charlie -- ” Bill choked through his flood of tears, “Carey -- ”

“Oh, Bill,” whispered Carewyn. “You did it -- you and Cedric -- ”

“I knew you could do it,” Charlie murmured proudly, clutching at his older brother’s back. “I always knew -- ”

Carewyn blinked back the traces of tears in her eyes, turning her gaze to the rest of the eagles landing. Her eyes softened in relief seeing Gandalf carrying a sleeping Cedric under his arm. Then she caught sight of the rider disembarking the eagle just behind Gandalf, and all trace of a smile vanished.

The final rider was a hobbit about a head shorter than Bill, dressed in worn gray robes one would be more likely to associate with a wizard. His black-brown curls had grown as long as a dwarf’s, sweeping down his back, and his eyes had been hollowed out like a skull’s, but they still sparkled the same shade of blue as Carewyn’s. His face was very white and weakly smiling, almost anxious, as he faced her.

“Wyn,” breathed Jacob.

All dignity forgotten, Carewyn flung herself out of both Weasley brothers’ arms. She tripped over the long skirt of her dress several times, but she didn’t care -- she would’ve tripped a thousand times more over, just to --

“JACOB -- JACOB!”

The two Cromwell-Tooks clung onto each other so tightly that it was like they never wanted to let each other go again. Jacob anchored a trembling hand on the back of his little sister’s head as he struggled not to completely break down.

“Oh Wyn -- my little Wyn -- ”

He pulled away at last, running his thumbs over her cheeks as his tear-filled blue eyes scanned her face.

“Look at you -- you’re a real lady! Shining like the Lady of Lothlorian herself...”

“You’re alive,” choked Carewyn. “I can’t believe you’re alive -- ”

“Jacob?!”

The two Cromwell-Tooks looked up as Duncan rushed forward, his eyes very wide and his face very pale under his dark beard.

Jacob’s blue eyes sparkled. “...Hello, Ashy.”

Carewyn had expected Duncan to perhaps run forward and hug Jacob too -- instead, when he reached Jacob, he immediately grabbed hold of his pointed ear and yanked hard.

“Owowowow -- !”

“You blasted IDIOT!” swore Duncan. “Disappearing like that -- let me guess, you got in over your head again, as per usual? How can you be so smart and yet so bloody daft!?”

“Owwww! Let go, will you?!”

Carewyn brought a hand up to wipe away the tear forming in her right eye as she looked up at Gandalf, who was smiling warmly.

“It seems your brother, like me, had battles to fight in fire and shadows,” he said. “Fortunately, like me...he also found his way back. He’s become quite a talented magician, for a hobbit -- I suspect he’ll be able to conjure up quite enough fireworks, for the next party in the Shire...”

“Thank you for bringing him back to me, Gandalf,” said Carewyn softly.

She then turned to the soldiers and courtiers who had escorted her to the city wall.

“Come -- let’s get Cedric a bed and proper medical attention. And prepare a hearty meal, in the main hall -- our King and his friends need it.”

Soon after was Orion’s coronation at the white Citadel of Minas Tirith. Representatives from many kingdoms -- Man, Dwarf, and Elf alike -- all came for the celebration. Once he was crowned, Orion bestowed honors onto all of his companions in the Fellowship of the Ring and all of the allies who had fought with them when things were at their most desperate. He vowed to the citizens of Gondor that he would do everything in his power to rule with patience, tenacity, loyalty, and fire and bring peace and balance to their world.

The coronation party afterwards was full of singing, dancing, and a great feast, where the Fellowship reconvened merely as friends, rather than soldiers. At one point, when Carewyn got up to speak with Merula, the new Captain of Gondor’s Guard, Cedric noticed something he hadn’t before.

“...Say, you all,” the youngest hobbit said with a frown, “who did Carewyn promise her heart to?”

Everyone in the Fellowship went stock still. Ben and Charlie immediately moved as if to hush Cedric, but it was too late.

“What?!” yelped Bill.

Carewyn’s best friend whirled on both Ben and Charlie, looking both beside himself and absolutely incredulous.

“You knew about this?”

Orion had gone very pale, his eyes darting around at each of the hobbits and Ben as he tried to make sense of what he was hearing. Artemis and Selene both looked at each other with a frown.

“‘Promise her heart?’“ said Artemis, bewildered.

Selene glanced at Carewyn and then gave an “oh!”

“Her left ring finger,” said the female elf. “If Hobbit tradition is anything like ours...Carewyn is engaged!”

“When did THIS happen?” Bill was still interrogating Ben and Charlie -- despite him only being about two heads taller than Charlie and much shorter than Ben, both men looked equally taken aback by his volume and level of passion. “What happened?”

“It’s not what it looks like!” said Charlie hastily. “That is -- well, yeah, she put it there, but -- I mean -- ”

Orion was barely taking in much of what anyone was saying -- his mind was moving too quickly.

Carewyn...was engaged? If she’d promised her heart, was that...like a betrothal? When had this happened? Had she been proposed to while she was in Gondor alone, while he was away? Had she always been betrothed, since before they’d met? To who?

Orion found himself clutching his own hands as he closed his eyes and tried in vain to stabilize his breathing. His thoughts were always way too loud and way too fast, when he was anxious...

He was startled out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. It was Wendy.

“Come on,” said the dark-haired shieldmaiden under her breath with a smile, “let’s go for a walk -- it’s getting too loud in here.”

And so Wendy steered the new King out of the hall and out onto one of the balconies of the White Tower. It didn’t take long for Carewyn to notice Wendy leaving with Orion and, noticing how very ill and upset he suddenly looked, she quickly ended her conversation with Merula and left the hall after them. She found the two talking at the balcony -- Wendy noticed as soon as Carewyn arrived and rather quickly excused herself with a pat to Orion’s shoulder and a smile at Carewyn.

“Carey, would you please tend to His Majesty?” said Wendy, a wry twinkle in her eye. “You seem to have a special touch with him."

Carewyn watched her go with a swish of her long dark hair, frowning in confusion. Rather than dwell on it, however, she immediately turned her focus back to Orion. He looked so pale...

She reached out a hand to him.

“Is everything all right?” she asked, her blue eyes very concerned.

When she’d reached out to him, Orion’s gaze had flown immediately down to her hand and to the ring on her finger.

His eyes widened.

It was his ring. The Ring of Barahir he had given her, before she’d first left for Gondor with Gandalf. Naturally, it being made by Elves, it had enough magic to shrink or grow to the proper size, so it fit her finger just as well as it had his.

The ring that Cedric had thought represented some sort of romantic promise...was his ring.

It took a moment for Orion to catch his breath again. Once he’d managed to compose himself enough, he bent down so as to properly look Carewyn in the eye. He took her hand, trailing his thumb over the ring on her finger, as he led her closer to him. Although he managed to keep his voice level somehow, his lightly tanned face was still very white and his hand holding hers was trembling.

"...Carewyn...” he murmured, “the way you wear my ring...is there...a meaning to it?"

Carewyn blinked in surprise. Then her face relaxed, and she offered a small smile even as her cheeks darkened with a flush and her eyes rested on his shoulder and not his face.

"...Yes. For hobbits, it represents a promise of one's heart -- one stronger than time, life, or death.”

Her eyes drifted down to their joined hands.

“...It was that promise...that was in my heart when I pledged my fealty to Gondor. When Denethor heard me pledge myself to 'my lord', ‘til he release me or death take me..."

She smiled wryly.

"...he was unaware that, in my own mind at least, I already had a lord to be loyal to."

Orion’s eyes widened. Carewyn raised her head at last, her face much more solemn despite the softness in her eyes.

"Even if just as your friend,” she said very seriously, “my heart is yours, my king."

She lifted their hands, adjusted them so that Orion’s was on top, and placed a feather-light kiss to the back of his hand.

For a moment, all Orion could do was stare. His dark eyes trailed over Carewyn’s face, lingering on her eyes and her ruby red lips -- then, his pale face flushing with a kind of emotion Carewyn had never seen before, he swept forward. His hands found her cheeks, cupping them gently as he leaned in and placed a tender, lingering kiss to her forehead.

“My lady,” he breathed, his eyes half-lidded and shining upon hers, “you are far...far more than a friend to me. And I hope that you’ll consent to be far more, as well...for among both Men and Elves...”

His eyes flickered down to her lips and then back to her eyes, in a move that almost suggested shyness.

“...the place you wear my ring...could also be seen as the mark of an engagement...were it to host a different band."

Carewyn stared at Orion.

“You...you’d want to marry a hobbit?” she asked, her voice very soft and stunned.

Orion’s eyes softened with some amusement despite himself. “I would like to marry you. If you’ll have me.”

“If I’ll -- ?”

Carewyn looked flabbergasted.

“Orion...I’m just a halfling -- you’re a king. More importantly, you’re...you. You’re gentle, and noble, and wise...”

“And you are warm and resourceful...and braver than anyone I’ve ever known in my life,” Orion cut her off gently.

His gaze flickered down to her lips again self-consciously. For all of his confidence as a Ranger, a warrior, a general, and even a king, Orion found himself oddly fretful and uncertain, in that moment -- as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff and would either fall to his death or soar up into the clouds, were he to jump.

“I realize that hobbits...rarely marry outside their own kind...especially to Men -- but just as I could see no one else as my Steward...I can’t think of anyone else I would ever ask to be my Queen.”

Her face flushed and her eyes sparkling like stars, Carewyn brought a hand up to rest on his cheek. She cradled his face with her hand as she bent her head just enough to rest her forehead against the king’s.

“Orion...I could not think of a single greater gift or treasure in this world than to be yours.”

Orion felt as though a weight he’d been carrying for ages had suddenly been lifted off of his chest. He exhaled, his eyes fluttering closed absently as he leaned lightly back against her hand on his face.

“Carewyn...”

One hand sank into the shoulder of her red and white velvet dress, while the other trailed affectionately along her cheek. Carewyn closed her own eyes, smiling fondly.

“I love you,” she whispered, a mere breath away from his lips.

She kissed the side of his temple, and then his nose and his lips. Without opening his eyes, Orion found himself mirroring her, littering her face with kisses as he trailed his hand along her cheek and through her hair. Several times their lips met, sometimes chastely, sometimes deeply, but always through the gentlest, warmest, happiest smile -- as though their hearts were both fit to burst from happiness.

A week later, Carewyn was crowned queen of Gondor, to the delight of her new people. Regardless of her heritage, the people of Gondor had not forgotten her courage and leadership in the midst of the War Against Sauron, and over the years, their affection for their “little queen” only grew. (This didn’t mean that she ever became very well-regarded in the Shire -- truthfully, someone that worldly and strong-willed would never really have belonged there. Most Shire folk didn’t dislike her, of course, but it was still a little uncomfortable to be associated with someone so thoroughly unlike the traditional image of a hobbit. The clear exception to this rule, however, was any hobbit with the last name “Weasley,” who were all always welcome in the kingdom of Gondor.)

One looking back on the reign of King Orion II Elessar and Queen Carewyn Dilthenrís could almost wonder if their romance -- however peculiar it was -- was written in the stars. After all...one translation for the name “Carewyn” is “white tower” -- like the fabled tower of the Citadel at Minas Tirith where she first inspired her future King’s people.

#lord of the rings #au #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #bill weasley #charlie weasley #cedric diggory #ben copper #gwendolyn gordon #selene clair de lune #artemis clair de lune #jacob cromwell #duncan ashe #andre egwu #my art #my writing #charlie was the first one to figure out carewyn was wearing orion's ring that way btw #he was very surly about it for a while because 'overprotective surrogate twin'#then he told ben who also got very grumpy about it because 'she was *my* hobbit to look after first >>'#then wendy found out and she was just like 'oh come on you two seriously'#bill was actually pretty okay with it when he found out it was orion and confirmed how serious his feelings were #jacob took longer to come around of course because 'that's my sister >:I'#but honestly it was more about anyone going after carewyn at all not the 'orion being a man' thing #I mean jacob's kind of stuck on a dwarf so #*smirks at duncan pulling jacob off by the ear*#gandalf of course absolutely loved it because once again hobbits never fail to surprise him #he found it very amusing but also very much approved because well carewyn honestly was always an odd little hobbit #'never would've been the sort to settle down with a brandybuck or a sackville-baggins'

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