#thorin oneshot

[runesandramblings]

The Heir

Word Count: 2200

Pairings: Thorin x reader

Warnings: None

Description: Your pregnancy creates questions over the line of succession.

You couldn’t recall the last time you’d seen your toes.

As you waddled, quite literally, down the stone corridors of Erebor you realized you could not remember the last time you’d been able to see your feet. Sometime around the middle of your pregnancy it felt as though your stomach had doubled in size overnight, and you’d only grown since then. Dwarves were small, of course, but hobbits were even smaller and you supposed that was why your belly protruded far enough out that you felt it could tip you over at any moment.

“(Y/N), what might I ask are you doing out of bed?”

You turned slowly around, carefully as to not lose your balance, to find Bilbo standing behind you. His arms were crossed over his chest as he gave you a knowing, reprimanding look.

“You should be resting. Didn’t Oin order you to bed until the baby comes?”

Oh Bilbo, ever the worrier. Yes, Oin technically had asked you to remain in bed until you gave birth. Mostly due to your small size and the fact that you were now two days past his original estimation of your due date. But you’d grown restless. There was nothing to do, besides read, and you’d exhausted every book that Ori had been kind enough to bring you. There was also a big decision ahead to be made, and you couldn’t stop troubling yourself over it.

“Has he made an announcement?” You asked quietly.

Bilbo’s frown only deepened as he shook his head.

“No, I don’t believe he has.”

That did nothing to ease the anxious pit in your stomach. Your child could come any day now, and Thorin had still not announced what would become of the line of succession. You felt your heart torn in two directions as you thought of both Fili and your unborn son or daughter. Of course, you wanted your child to have a place in the line. But you also did not want to take away the birthright Fili had held since he himself was a baby. Thorin had never anticipated he would one day take back the mountain. He’d also never anticipated falling in love and finally marrying, after all these years. Fili had held the title of heir for over 80 years now, and it didn’t feel right to take that away.

“Ghivashel.”

You looked up to see Thorin strolling toward you, followed closely by Kili and Fili on either side. Both nodded, bowing their heads to you out of respect. Kili met your gaze with a smile as he lifted his head. You frowned as Fili forced a smile, but would not look you in the eye. The decision that lay ahead had forced a rift between the two of you. It pained you deeply. You’d grown incredibly close to Kili and Fili both on the journey to Erebor, and as your nephews by marriage your relationship had remained close in the years that followed. But the news of your pregnancy had raised the same question in Fili’s mind as it had the rest of the mountain: who would be the heir to the throne?

You couldn’t blame him for worrying. He was not upset with you, as he’d told you numerous times over your pregnancy. But the closer your due date grew, the more distant he became. You knew it was weighing heavily on his mind, as it was yours.

Both brothers excused themselves as they continued down the corridor, leaving you and Thorin to speak privately. Somewhat privately, that was, as you could still feel Bilbo lingering behind you. Ever your protector, as he had been for years.

“What are you doing out of bed? Shouldn’t you be resting?” Thorin placed his hand tenderly on your belly as he spoke.

You rested your hand on top of his as you also looked down at your bump. In spite of the questions, the doubts, and the decisions left to be made, you couldn’t wait to meet your little one. Watching Thorin prepare for the birth of your child had reminded you of all the reasons you fell in love. As crass and cold as he often came off to those who didn’t know him well, you knew there was a hidden soft side underneath. The caring, gentle man that you’d grown to know and love over the course of the journey to Erebor.

“I was just checking to see if you’d made a decision, yasthûn. It’s making me restless.”

He shook his head as he turned his gaze from your stomach to look into your eyes.

“You don’t need to trouble yourself over that, my love. You need your rest. I can’t have you going into labor in some obscure corner of the mountain.” He looked behind you to where Bilbo still stood. “Master Baggins, would you escort the queen back to our chambers?” He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “I will see you later this evening. Rest.” He said sternly, his serious expression cracking into a smile as he turned to follow in the direction Kili and Fili had gone.

You sighed in defeat as you accepted Bilbo’s outstretched arm. The two of you walked in silence for several minutes as he steered you back towards your rooms.

“Never thought we’d be here.” He said finally, breaking the silence.

“You mean with myself as a queen and you as a royal advisor to a king?” You asked as you waddled along beside him. You hadn’t either.

Bilbo had been your neighbor in Bag End. He had taken notice when you moved in as you were very young and lived alone, and he’d taken it upon himself to look after you. The pair of you had become close friends, often gardening together and exchanging stories over daily tea and cakes for years. On the fateful night of the dwarves' arrival to his home, you’d just so happened to be over for dinner. Gandalf had not anticipated getting two hobbits in the place of one, but he had willingly accepted your offer to join the party. During the journey something had sparked between you and Thorin, and although he was the holdout he eventually confessed his feelings after you’d defeated Smaug. The two of you had married shortly after the battle against Azog and his armies, and the rest was history.

You felt yourself growing tired as you neared your chamber door. It was amazing how such little effort wore you out nowadays. The baby could not come soon enough.

“Thank you, Bilbo.” You said, stopping before your door. “I’m always grateful for you.”

He smiled in return as held it open for you.

“Anything for you, dear friend.”

**

Your walk that afternoon seemed to have done the trick, and later that same evening you went into labor. Thorin had remained by your side through the entirety of your twelve hour labor, and you’d given birth to a baby girl. After a few days of debate over a name, Dis had actually been the one to help you decide.

“Rosina is such a beautiful name, (Y/N). How did you come up with it?”

Tauriel held your baby girl in her arms, rocking her gently. Oin had instructed you to have no visitors for the first two weeks, with the exception of Dis and Thorin. It was winter, and sickness often spread much more quickly in the cold months. After the ban on visitors had finally been lifted Tauriel had been the first to come and see your daughter, and she’d been spending every afternoon in your chambers since.

You smiled as you watched her with your newborn, wondering when she and Kili would have a little one of their own.

“Rosie is a popular name in Bag End, and I’ve always loved it. Dis altered it into Rosina, actually.”

“Well it’s a perfect fit for a little princess. I think she looks just like you.” She said, beaming down at your infant as she spoke.

The mention of the word princess instantly drew your thoughts back to Thorin, Fili, and the decision still at hand. It was nearing the three week mark since Rosina’s birth, and Thorin had still not made an announcement on his succession.

“I think she looks like Thorin.” You said, trying to turn your thoughts away from troubles that continued to plague you. “Especially when Dis holds her. You can really see the Durin resemblance.”

A gentle knock at the door interrupted your conversation, and after you called out that it was safe to enter Kili stepped into the room.

“My queen.” He greeted, nodding. His grin widened as he turned to Tauriel. “My love. (Y/N), are you feeling well enough to join us? Thorin has an announcement he’d like to make.”

You felt your pulse quicken as you quickly stood from your chair. This was it.

Tauriel offered a reassuring smile as she placed Rosina back in your outstretched arms. She knew as well as Kili did of the tension surrounding the impending decision.

Your heart continued to pound in your chest as you followed Kili down the endless corridors. The walk to Thorin’s meeting space had never felt so long. What had he decided? Would Fili resent you and your daughter forever? Would your child ever take the throne?

You entered the room to find Thorin sat at the head of the table. Fili sat on his right, followed by his wife. Bilbo, Dis, Balin, and a handful of other advisors sat around them, all watching you expectantly as you walked through the door. The seat on Thorin’s left was open, and as you made eye contact he smiled warmly and stood to greet you. You felt all eyes in the room follow you as you moved to stand beside your husband. As you approached he reached out and gently took the baby from you, holding her in one arm as he pulled your seat out with the other. He beamed proudly as he stood at the head of the table, holding her out just far enough for the others to see.

“First things first. Please meet the newest princess under the mountain, my beautiful daughter Rosina.”

The room was filled with happy murmurs and whispered congratulations as the faces around the table exchanged smiles and compliments toward your newborn. You saw Fili smile up at her as well from his seat next to Thorin, though you could see the hint of sadness behind his eyes. Another pang of guilt and worry shot through you.

“I know there have been many questions and concerns over the line of succession in the past months.” He began, rocking your daughter gently as he spoke. “I never expected I would marry, or become a father.

“However, there is no doubt in my mind that I made the right decision in naming Fili as my heir. He has remained my faithful right hand for many years. He’s learned and absorbed everything I’ve had to offer. It is not merely a name that makes a king, and whether or not he is my son by birth he is willing and capable of leading Erebor one day.”

You exchanged a glance across the table with Fili as Thorin continued.

“Therefore, the line of succession will continue as follows. Upon either my death or retirement, Fili will become king under the mountain. But in order to remain fair to my own children, upon Fili’s death or retirement, the line will revert back to my daughter, and any future children she may have.” He paused, looking around the table. “Does this please you all?”

There was a chorus of affirmations and nods from around the table. Thorin turned to his nephew.

“Fili?”

The worried lines that had furrowed his brow for many months now had dissipated. You could see the relief and surprise across the young dwarf’s face.

“I am more than pleased, Uncle.” He said. “You honor me.”

“Fili will make a wonderful king.” You spoke up, smiling across the table. The decision had not been one you’d even stopped to consider, and you were thrilled. Fili would not lose his position, and your daughter would not be snubbed. It was a win for everyone.

Fili beamed back at you in response.

“Rosina will make a wonderful queen one day as well.” As he spoke he gestured to your daughter in Thorin’s arms, indicating he’d like to hold her. As he cradled the baby against his chest you felt your heart swell. Seeing the two of them together filled your mind with so many visions of your future as a family. You could see it now: Fili taking his little cousin under his wing as she grew, he and Kili both teaching her to play pranks on Thorin as they had. Maybe even little ones of their own for her to play with in the future.

“The first queen under the mountain.” Fili continued, smiling from your daughter up to look at you. “She’s going to make history.”

Yasthûn - husband

Ghivashel - my treasure

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The Surprise

Flufftober Day 20: Hiking

Thorin Oakenshield x reader

Word Count: 2.1k

AN: Day 20! Wow, if I'm totally honest I didn't think that I'd make it this far. Feedback and Reblogs mean a lot. I'll see y'all tomorrow.

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“You’ve not been yourself for quite a while my love. Tell me what troubles you.” Thorin had been more irritable than normal lately. He had taken to sparring more than normal and had been extremely short with some of the more resistant members of his council.

“It is nothing Ghivashel, do not worry your precious head about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you Thorin, that is what being your wife means.” You pulled him into your arms and looked into his eyes. “You are my heart, and when you hurt, I hurt. So let me lift your burdens.”

“Do you miss it?” Was his questioning response. 

“Miss what, Thorin?”

“Being free. The adventures that we had before we reclaimed the mountain. Slaying beasts and journeying with our closest friends.” He was wistful when he spoke of these things. His voice was soft and his eyes were glazed over. 

“Of course I miss it my love, but who is to say that it has to be over?”

His eyes met yours. “I have far too much to do. I cannot just leave the mountain to go on an adventure, not while things are still so fragile.”

“Well, yes. You cannot go on another year-long journey to reclaim our homeland. But you can take the weekend. The council is at an impasse as it is and Bard and Thranduil are not due to return for negotiations for another month.” You kissed his head. “Thorin you have done enough that I know the mountain will not fall apart if you were to leave for a short while.”

“But what kind of King would I be if I abandoned my people?”

“My love, you are not abandoning them, you are taking care of yourself. You are letting yourself blow off some steam so that when you come back you will be an even better King than you are now.”

“It is just not possible Ghivasel. I must put these thoughts far from my mind.”

“If that is what you think is best.” You sighed. Your husband was not one to be easily swayed, even by you. 

Your thoughts began to race though, thinking of all the ways that you could improve your lover’s mood and what would need to be taken care of before that could happen.

The next few days passed similarly to the ones before your conversation with Thorin. He was up before you were and returned to your shared chambers after you had already gotten ready for sleep. His mood only got worse and you decided that something needed to give. Which is why the next morning after you had awoken, once again to your husband’s side of the bed already cold, you had sought out Balin for a discussion during breakfast.

You had found him in the royal library, where he usually resided in the early morning. Nursing a cup of tea and flipping through pages of an old tome. 

“Balin, I need to discuss something with you old friend.”

“Anything, for my Queen.”

“I was your friend long before I was your Queen” You pointed out.

“Perhaps but, I knew you’d be Queen before even Thorin did.”

“That is precisely who I’m here to speak to you about.” Balin put his book down on the table next to him, turning his aging body towards yours fully, and gestured for you to take a seat. “Thorin is troubled. He misses the journey and the freedom that came with it. I do not doubt that he loves being King, but he needs to be just Thorin sometimes too.”

“I have noticed that Thorin has been more easily angered as of late. What do you have in mind?” 

“I’m so glad you asked.” You detailed your plan to Balin and bounced ideas of the old dwarf until the sun had reached its peak in the sky. Both of you had accidentally neglected your duties of the morning and spent the rest of the day playing catch-up. Any dwarf that saw the two of you in passing though, could only describe the two of you as possibly giddy.

Two weeks passed before the plan could finally be put into motion. Two weeks of sneaking around behind Thorin’s back, wrapping up loose ends, and ensuring that the mountain would in fact, not implode during your weekend away. It was hard work, and by the end of it, you were very much aware of why Thorin had been so tense lately. It just made you want to surprise him with your gift even more.

The morning of the surprise you intentionally woke up extremely early. Early enough that you were up and ready before Throin was. You pulled together your outfit and his and ensured that both of your packs were properly stocked.

When he finally woke, the confusion on his face quickly morphed into alertness and concern. He practically launched himself out of the bed before his eyes landed on your body and he instantly relaxed.

“What in Mahal’s name are you doing up?” His morning voice was rough and insanely attractive, you had to remind yourself that you were on a schedule before you acted upon the thoughts that came rushing to you at his words.

“I have a surprise for you, and I needed to be awake before you to stop you from leaving before it was ready.”

“Ghivashel,” his tone was apologetic, “today is much too busy for any kind of surprise.”

“Except, my love, it is not. I have already taken care of your duties for the day, and have canceled the meeting you had with the miners guild this weekend in favor of a crafter’s summit later this month where all of the workers in the mountain will be able to discuss their dilemmas together.” 

“You, what?” He was baffled, truly baffled. How had you possibly done all this without him noticing?”

“The summit was Balin’s idea, he insisted that it would work and I hope he was right. Nevertheless, your schedule and mine are clear for the next three days and I have planned a surprise for you. Your clothes are laid out for you and I have already packed for the both of us. Breakfast is in the kitchen, meet me in the stables when you are ready. I still have a few things to prepare before it is time.” You instructed him. 

“Time for what?” He grabbed your wrist as you began to walk out past the wooden doors of your chamber. 

“Time for your surprise, my darling.” You kissed him soundly and continued your exit. Leaving a confused but hesitantly excited Thorin behind. 

While Thorin was getting ready, you headed to the kitchen yourself. To grab the basket full of the feast you had called upon the kitchen to prepare. A long with some dried bread and cheese to put in your sack. Then you made your way to the other hall of royal chambers to ensure that the princes were awake and getting ready. Those two could sleep through an orc attack if they were given the chance, and today you would not be giving them the chance. 

“If you mess this up. I will shave your mustache in your sleep Fili I mean it.” You had threatened the eldest. You found that it only ever took a threat to the eldest to make sure that the youngest also followed through. Kili was sure that whatever was done to Fili would be done to him twofold. And he wasn’t really wrong.

Once you had made sure that you had everything you would need you made your way to the stables. Hoping that you’d beat Thorin there, or that he actually would show up and not just insist that he needs to work anyway.

You didn’t see him when you arrived but it was still early so you didn’t feel the need to send out a search party. It was only a few moments later when you heard him turning the corner. In the time you had been there alone, you had managed to set up both your horse and Thorin’s. Packs laid across their back and saddled properly placed and laced up. 

“Ghivashel, what is this surprise you’ve planned for me? And why did we need to meet here to start.”

“I think I can tell you now, as long as you promise to not leave when you find out.”

“I promise my love, just tell me I beg you.”

“Remember my love, how a few weeks ago you had confided in me that you missed the journey. That you missed being free. Well, I spoke to Balin and we put together a plan that would let you be free, if only for a little while. We are going on a mini journey.”

“Love, This is… Thank you.” You’d never really seen Thorin be speechless before, he had always been a man of few words, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen him without any.

“I just want you to be happy, Thorin. You’ve been so stressed lately that I wanted to help you feel better.”

He pulled you into his arms and fiercely placed his lips upon yours. You melted into his kiss. His lips moved on yours in a passion, relaying all the thoughts that seemed to be trapped inside of his mind. He kissed you like he would never be able to kiss you again. When you finally broke apart you took a big breath and tried to control the dopey smile that was threatening to cross your face. 

“We have to get going. I have a plan and if you keep kissing me like that I’ll never be able to follow through.” You pulled away from him reluctantly and made your way towards your horse.

“After you.” 

The two of you rode for about an hour before the riding trail cleared and the pathway became too treacherous for the horses. 

“This is where we leave them. The rest of the way is one foot.”

Thorin and you dismounted and you let the horses off lead so that they could make their way back to the mountain without you. The two of you continued on foot with Thorin occasionally leading you through some rough terrain. You spent the entire day together, looking at wildlife and speaking about things that had nothing to do with the mountain or kingly duties.

You reminisced about the first journey, about Bofur’s ability to make a joke out of everything. Of Bilbo’s incessant fretting and how amusing it was to watch. You swapped stories and recounted battles the whole way. Only when you recognized where you were and that the final part of the surprise was almost there did you grab Thorin’s arm and stop him from going any further.

“Okay, we’re almost there. But I need to put this on you before we go any further. You pulled a long thin strip of black cloth from your pack.

“A blindfold? Ghivashel…”

“I know, I know but it won’t be long I promise.”

He sighed deeply and heavily but acquiesced. You tied the blindfold around his eyes and grabbed his hand. Leading him through the last of the few hurdles until you made it to the clearing where the last bit of the plan was waiting. 

“Surprise!” A yell called out around you and Thorin reached up to pull his blindfold off. The sight that awaited him was the entire rest of the company. All spread out across the clearing. Bombur was stirring a pot that was piked above the fire. Fili held Kili in a headlock and Kili struggled to escape. Dori, Nori, and Ori were all sat around some logs and were smiling at him.

Thorin turned to you and in his eyes, you could read adoration and thankfulness. He briefly left a kiss on your cheek before he let a smile cover the entirety of his face and started towards his friends. 

You stood behind watching your husband be the happiest he’s been in a very long time. His eyes were light and his shoulders were straight. For a few short moments, he was allowed to be Thorin Oakensheild, not King under the mountain. 

“This was a fine idea, My Queen.” You looked down to the left of you. Balin stood similarly to you, arms behind his back with a gentle smile across his face. 

“It was a great plan, Balin. I thank you for your help.”

“Anything for you, and for Thorin. He’s lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have him.”

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LISA YOU DID NOT GIVE ME TIME TO PREPARE FOR THIS!!! However, I already had a few ideas in mind for the next time you opened requests, so:

May I pretty please request a Thorin Oakenshield + gender-neutral reader where the reader is a fairy who comes along on the journey to Erabor because Gandalf thought they needed another magic-user? Reader is a very sweet sunshine who gets along great with all the other party members, but because Thorin doesn’t trust fairies the same way he doesn’t trust elves (because they didn’t assist the dwarves after Erabor fell the first time) he refuses to let them get close to him. However, he does start to get closer to them and develop feelings for them as time goes on, but after the Battle of the Five Armies (where everyone lives, obviously) they can’t find the reader for a while and Thorin is terrified they might be dead. And when they finally find them relatively unharmed Thorin freaks out and confesses his love because he doesn’t want to lose them, and then there’s a very nice fluffy ending??

Of course, if you don’t want to write this, that’s totally cool!! Thanks and I hope you’re doing well!! <3 <3

YESSSS i am ascending to a higher plane thank you for this SUBLIME request

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The water is wide, the mountains high; no journey worth taking was ever meant to be easy, so you may assume from the first few treacherous days of your travels towards the Lonely Mountain that this quest of yours will be quite worthy indeed. It is not in your nature to spend much time musing on the unhappiness of a time, only to find its merits, but, well, there are far more sources of unhappiness than happiness on this particular journey. 

It would not be too much of a leap for even your optimism to be brought down a notch or two, to say the least. Already, your smiles are lacking a little at the seams; your jokes, not among your finest work.  Patience is stretched thin amongst the company, and the shadow of Erebor is no closer to the tips of your boots than the Shire far behind you.

The Shire was not your home, though, only the starting point. The last member of the company was Bilbo Baggins, your burglar, and he took quite a bit of convincing before he was willing to set a single foot beyond the familiar confines of his home. You’re not sure he was wrong to question the idea of the quest, though, nor if he regrets it already or not. Danger dogs your heels like a bloodhound, plus the rest of the company is nothing like any of the hobbits Bilbo has ever met.

Bilbo Baggins would not be the only one confused by his company, however. As a faerie, you’ve had the opportunity to travel far past the bounds of your city, to meet characters both kind and cruel. The Fae cluster in settlements like elves, but they disperse themselves to the winds, too. Most of you end up tossed to the whims of Fate soon enough, anyway. This was your chance to get to know the world you inhabit, and it appears you’ll get far more of a tasting of it than you ever expected.

It’s not terrible. That should go without saying. You are not unhappy that you are here, nor bitter that you signed the contract to join the company of Thorin Oakenshield when you could have stayed at home to rot. It is a good cause, this, and it will bring you both glory and treasure, should you want it.

The biggest problem, if you were going to be completely honest with yourself, would be that dwarf tasked with managing all of you, Thorin. You get along splendidly with all of the other dwarves, and Gandalf has been a friend of yours ever since you wowed him with a particularly ingenious magic trick when you were small, but for some reason you have never been able to win over Thorin himself.

That is not for lack of trying, not in the slightest. Gandalf was the one who requested that you join the company, certain that having another magic user on their side would not be the worst thing in the world as you passed through dangerous territory and had to take on a dragon later on. You showed up to meet the company with the best and purest of intentions, but Thorin seemed unable to accept the fact that you really wanted to help.

In truth, you don’t think he wanted to accept it. Thorin is displeased with the faeries the same way he’ll never forgive the elves, for the same reasons he’ll glare icily at humans. When Thorin’s kin fell along with Erebor, the faeries didn’t help. Thorin begged for aid, but the faeries did not respond. You’ll never fully know why, nor were you personally responsible for the betrayal, but that does not stop Thorin from treating as if you were the linchpin keeping support from his people.

It doesn’t matter, though. It doesn’t have to matter. Thorin’s personal feelings are not why you signed onto this quest. You joined because an old friend asked, and because the idea of helping to liberate the dwarves’ homeland from a dragon seemed like a good thing to do and a fascinating way to pass the time. Faeries don’t take things seriously. They never have.

So, you let your caution with Thorin fly away from you on an eagle’s strong wings, and you throw yourself into helping whenever you can. Gandalf is pulled away from the company soon enough for a myriad of causes, and even Thorin can admit that your magical skills come in handy soon enough. You save all of their lives dozens of times over, and you find real friendship in the company while you’re at it. Nothing a little optimism can’t handle.

Some of the nights get long, though, and the warmth of a covert campfire can only keep your tired frame from shivering for so many hours. They say the bones of the Fae are hewn from diamonds, your blood, the eternal nectar of the gods, but at this moment, you want only the mysticism and riches of a good meal and clothes that actually protect you against the chill. The mountains only get colder as you travel through them, and you don’t think you’ll be able to shake the prick of gooseflesh for decades if not centuries.

You’re on watch at the moment, scanning the dark horizon around you for monsters or orcs while the rest of the company rests. You’ll have another hour or two before you have to wake the next guardian– Bilbo, actually, who’s still snoring with the rest– so you should have plenty of time to yourself until then.

You should, at least. You don’t, because someone here is still awake. You had cast a spell on yourself to amplify sound and sight at the start of your watch so you could spot intruders that much more quickly, which is why you’re aware of one heartbeat other than your own that isn’t in the lull of sleep. When you tilt your head to the side just enough, you can make out someone staring in your peripheral vision.

Thorin. Who else? At first, you feel a rush of indignation bubble through your veins. There’s no reason for him to be awake on a night like this. Everyone is exhausted from weeks of hard travel, but he’s forced himself to forgo rest so he can make sure you are actually doing your job. After all this time, he still doesn’t trust you to do watch properly. It’s infuriating.

Sick of pretending like you don’t notice, you turn abruptly to stare him dead in the eyes. You expect Thorin to do something:  address you, maybe, or do something to acknowledge that he’s been caught, but instead he just holds your gaze coolly for a moment longer before turning on his other side. Half an hour later, he’s asleep.

Heroes. You’ll never understand them. The Fae are not the stuff of legends; your people prefer to linger in shadows and sunlight both, existing for themselves and for the glory of magic. Heroes, quest-leaders, warriors, they were never someone you grew up with. They have different motives, ones you don’t understand. They think they need to watch your back just because it’s the right thing to do. It confuses you, makes you believe things that might not be true. You don’t need someone like Thorin messing with your head right now, but he seems perfectly content to do it anyway.

The rest of the night passes without issue. You finish your watch shift without anything impactful, and rouse a deeply annoyed Bilbo to take over after you. Thorin doesn’t trouble you again, and indeed, the next day he seems perfectly content to act as if nothing had ever happened.

No self-respecting faerie would ever let themselves drop a grudge, though, so you manufacture a way of bringing it up before long. The company disperses in a long line, the slower ones trailing behind while Thorin keeps up the charge at the front. You make your way up to him, waiting until everyone else behind you is sufficiently far away so as to not hear a word of the inevitable quarrel, then cast Thorin one sidelong glance.

“Would you like to tell me why you’ve been watching me?”

Thorin actually stumbles while he’s walking, but manages to right himself just in time. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”

You weren’t expecting him to outright deny it. This past night hasn’t been the only time you’ve caught his eyes on you. It has happened from the very start of the quest, actually. At first, his gaze was pinned to you like a wanted poster, full of judgment and suspicion. Recently, the hostility has gone down, but that doesn’t make him any less willing to look away. His gaze chases your heels as you clamber over rocks, lingers on your fingers as you fight. All this, and he still wants to act as if nothing has happened.

You scoff. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Let’s discuss last night, then. You keep staying awake during my watch. Why? Do you really trust me that little?”

Thorin shakes his head, keeping his gaze firmly trained on the horizon. “I do trust you.”

This does actually come as a surprise. He hasn’t been able to admit it aloud, likely because that would contradict his whole idea that faeries are selfish creatures who left his people to die in the fall of Erebor, but apparently he’s made an exception for you.

“Then why not let me conduct my watch in peace?” You pry.

Thorin jerks a shoulder up and down once, a taut and tense version of a shrug. “I don’t want any lapse in judgment to injure the people I care about.”

You feel your relatively good mood drop. Thorin lashes out often, most frequently when he’s sure he’s only leading his company towards their imminent destruction, so you shouldn’t take it personally. Kind of hard not to, though.

“So you think I’m blind to attackers and I’ll get everyone killed, is that what you’re saying?”

“No, I’m just worried that there are things out there worse than one of your spells,” Thorin argues, but he doesn’t sound too convincing anymore.

You shove your hands into the pockets on your coat. “You know, I just don’t get it. If you’re this opposed to faeries, why did you ever let Gandalf convince you to let me join your company?”

“I didn’t want to at the start,” Thorin begrudgingly admits, “but that was at the start, like I said. Things are different now.” He pauses, voice heavy with secrets as of yet left unsaid, then adds, “We’re different.”

You think this might be the most honest thing he’s ever shared with you. It makes you feel– a lot, actually. It makes you feel things you have not considered until now. Thorin does trust you and he does have reasons he wants to keep you around. In fact, he might even be counting you among the people he cares about and wants to protect.

You don’t have much time to think about it, not on the road and not even after you reach Erebor and immediately have to contend with an infuriated dragon. Thorin shows you the place after you have a moment of relative peace, pointing out the details his ancestors built into a home that has not been his in quite some time. It is as if he wants you to remember all of it. It is as if he wants it to be yours as well.

Peace does not last forever, it never does. One day, you’re exploring every room and corridor of Thorin’s home beneath the Lonely Mountain, the next, you’re watching army after army pour over the surrounding hills. No one likes power when it isn’t theirs. The thought that Thorin might finally have claim to his ancestral land wasn’t well favored by anyone in the vicinity, apparently.

That only means that you’ll have to fight twice as hard to keep Erebor in the hands of your friends. Even when the elves ride up to your doorstep with the humans, even when the orcs arrive out of nowhere, you stay and fight. Always. That’s what you do for the people you care about.

Thorin had asked once if you were going to leave. He’d posed the question slowly, hesitantly, eyes on any other object in the room except you, but you’d still had the perfect view of the relief on his face when you told him you would stay until it was done. There was still an open question of what you would do when it was over, but surviving a battle of this magnitude was the first crisis to deal with. Anything else could happen later, once everyone made it through alive.

That alone seemed like an impossible task, and by all accounts, it should have been. Never before in your life have you cast so many spells of such strength, saving the lives of your friends and ending those of your enemies all in turn. When it is over, you are covered in blood and ash, utterly exhausted, and injured, but your heart beats, at least, and that is enough.

You were separated from the rest of Thorin’s company during the progress of the battle, drawn out to find the best vantage point from which you could cast your spells. At first, you were going for long distance attacks, lobbing fireballs and extensive charges from a crumbling rooftop, but orcs quickly descended upon you and you were forced to resort to closer quarter magic instead.

Perhaps that is why they thought you were dead. When they could no longer see your spells from across the battlefield, there was no way to tell for sure if you were still alive. You were far away from them, fighting off the last of the enemy, and you didn’t find them for a while.

More specifically, they didn’t find you for a while. Later, you hear that Thorin had been in a sort of frantic haze, going over every rock and stone in his path in an all consuming quest to find you. You weren’t with Fili and Kili, who were immediately folded into the search party, nor were you alongside the other dwarfs. Bard had not seen you. Neither had some of the elves. By all accounts, you were gone. Vanished from sight.

That was the one thing Thorin wanted to hear the least. A body is something you can handle, a final decision. If he could not see you, he assumed you were either dead or about to be, and only his actions could save you. He would run himself ragged trying to find you and stop your death before it happened. He would have forced all the orcs in the land back to the fiery hellhole they came from, fought every monster and defeated every enemy, if it would have stopped a sword from piercing your heart.

And so, when he finally stumbled over a rocky outcropping and saw you calmly casting a spell of healing on one of his cousin’s soldiers. You had turned upon hearing him approach, and the last of Thorin’s terrors left him in one fell swoop. You were alright. He was alright. Everything, although damaged and broken and wholly consumed with ash and blood, would somehow end up okay.

Not much was said. Both of you lacked the words. Too many friends had been lost, not enough saved. Erebor would be protected, though. You swore that oath at the start, back when you joined the company for the first time, and you promise it again now. The Fae will have to wait a little longer to welcome you back. You would like to stick around a for a while.

requested by @starlit-epiphany, i hope you enjoy!

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[vee-vee-writes]

Floral Arrangements (Thorin x gn!reader)

A/N: I have been working on this for ages but couldn't finish it, so here is part one. Hopefully I can get on to writing part 2 soon if people are interested.

The reclamation of Erebor by the company of Thorin Oakenshield had come with mixed emotions for (Y/N). You were excited to return to your childhood home with your two brothers. The three of you were given standard family quarters and small allowance to help you to settle in. The only downside was that so many who returned were also skilled in dressmaking, crafting, and forging leaving the three of you out of the job. To honour your fathers’ memory, the oldest of your brothers joined the royal guard, fulfilling your fathers’ old position. Both you and your youngest brother had no desire to follow suit.

Instead, the two of you decided to set up your own business outside of a stall in the market square. Flowers were neither common nor traditional in gifting practice within Longbeard culture. But the two of you were counting on the clans’ heavy involvement in the human world. It wasn’t uncommon for dwarves to adopt foreign human practices, even those of gifting and courting means. Thus, the two of you decided to adopt and adapt.

You took care of the purchasing, finances, displays and arrangements for the stall. There was limited private garden space within the mountain and requests for a private plot outside of the mountain for flower growth going unanswered, you had resorted to buying fresh flowers from a farmer just outside of Dale. Your fresh floral arrangements and bouquets proved popular enough amongst the mountain residents and its visitors, but they certainly were not what set your business apart.

The true jewel of your enterprise was the flowers crafted of precious metals and jewels of the most vibrant hues you sold. A sign of un-wilting and passionate love was the motto associated with them. Such a product was much more suited to the nature of dwarven love and courtship. You designed singles, arrangements and bouquets while your brother brought them to life.

With the introduction of said product, the popularity of the stall had doubled. The word had soon spread of the glittering creations and dwarves from across the seven kingdoms travelled to visit your stall. Within its first year and a half of operation its notability had grown to such heights that you were able to move from a stall to a rather comfortable store. This notability had additionally brought the attentions of the royal family upon you.

It was a warm afternoon when you received word from a steward that Princess Dis would be stopping by to look at your wares. After his departure you had bustled around the store preparing for the royal visit. A visit by a member of the royal family to look at your joint creations was incredibly humbling. Your bustling was disrupted by the sound of a customer entering the store. Peering up from where you knelt behind the counter you were shocked to see Princess Dis herself was already here.

“Pardon my lady, I was not expecting you yet” you politely greeted while stumbling up to your feet. “There’s no need please” Dis gestured at you kindly to continue what you were doing. “How can I be of service to you? Would you just like to browse or were you looking for something in particular” you gently prodded. The last thing you wanted was to drive away a customer like Dis Durin by being overbearing and pushy.

“I’d heard of the brilliance of your jewelled flowers and decided to come and have a look at the crafts myself” she praised glancing around, “do you make them yourself?” “No Ma’am. I design and arrange them, but my brother is the one who crafts them” you answered in earnest. “Well, you are both truly talented. The delicacy with which your brother has crafted them and your eye for colour are truly well paired together” she praised. Embarrassed by the praise you bowed your head in thanks and smiled shyly at the Princess in return.

Dis fluttered gracefully about your store for the next half hour inspecting the different florals on display, making conversation with you as she went. Eventually though she asked about whether you took custom orders. The two of you had never actually made a specified custom order for a client, instead you typically just sold the premade stock. Every piece was one of a kind so most customers were content by the uniqueness that the piece they choose offered. However, this was the future Queen mother, the honourable Lady Dis which had ruled in Thorin’s stead while he was on the quest to Erebor. So, you agreed that the two of you would be happy to make her a custom piece. Dis had been excited by the offer and promised to come back in several days’ time to plan out what she would like. With her departure you shut up shop and rushed home to tell your brothers of the great news.

  ----Several days later ----

You hadn’t seen nor heard from the Princess. You both were disappointed that Dis hadn’t followed through and placed an order but kept your heads up. After all the reason that you had moved to the shop was because of the influx of other noble and rich customers. Instead of dwelling on Dis’ missed order, you carried on organising and designing to pull your previous customers back.

It was late one evening while you were preparing to close the shop for the evening when a surprise visitor appeared in your shop. With your back to the doorway, you had failed to hear the quiet footsteps making their way up behind you. It was the unfamiliar gruff tone of a clearing throat that alerted you to the other presence. Whipping around you stepped back in surprise. Before you stood Thorin, Son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the Mountain.

Remembering your manners, you were quick to greet and bow to the King with all of the Court courtesies you had been taught as a child. Thorin nodded in acknowledgement of the respectful gesture as you rose. “My sister visited you store a few days ago and has been raving about the crafts you sell ever since” the King began, “I convinced her out of investing in one because my nephews and I would like to get one for her birthday.” You smiled broadly as you dwelled on the King’s words. Princess Dis had not forsaken your store nor had forgotten your arrangement. Instead, she had gushed about to the rest of the royal family.

Switching back into business mode you got straight to work, “Were you interested in buying one of our premade arrangements or were you looking to commission a custom piece as your sister was looking into?” Almost instantly Thorin answered, “a custom, if you are free now then I would like to go over the details while I have time.” His curtness took you slightly off guard, but you tried not to let it show, “of course, I will just close the shop front so that nobody comes in and disturbs us. Then we can begin.”

You had been quick to close the shop front as you had done many other nights and then led the king to your workstations in the rare of the shop. After settling in you had questioned him rigirously about what he was looking for. From the types of flowers, sizing, number, types of jewels, and colouring of the joinery the two of you had discussed it all. Thorin’s demeanor had relaxed the more the two of you spoke, seeming almost as if he was enjoying the informalities of the conversation. He had even asked personal questions of you while you had jotted down notes of the details, he fed you; who had come up with the idea for the shop, how many of you run it daily, where you had lived during the clan’s refugee years, if many of your family members had been able to return to the mountain, your age, and even if you were married.

By the end of it you had come up with a comprehensive plan of what the Durin’s were looking to have done for the matriarch. You promised Thorin that over the next few days you would come up with several design compositions to showcase to him. He smiled warmly at you and promised to return in a few days’ time as he bid you, his farewells. Giddily, you found yourself looking forward to a visit from the mountain king, a man truly unobtainable to you due to his status and yet had asked about your marital status out of curiosity. A dwarf could dream.

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[moonrainbowfish]

Thorin x husband!dwarf!reader fluff

A/N: Since there's not much hobbit x male!reader stories, I decided to write some for you guys. I'm actually super nervous about posting this, since it's my first time writing fluff with Thorin. So please go easy on me and remember english is not my native language, but I still hope you lads enjoy this super cheesy short fluff.

"Are you coming to bed, Âmralime?" you heard the deep voice of husband say.

You were immersed in a book, you had recently bought. It was a very simple story nothing spectacular. But you had waited for an exciting plot to happend. It had been nearly 2 hours and nothing really occured. You decided to close the book bound in brown leather and turned your (h/c) head to your husband awaiting your response.

"I'm coming, my love," you answerd him.

Slowly, but surely you made your way towards your bed. Taking your shoes off first before getting under the covers. You were already wearing your comfortable nightgown.

It was night time outside, stars were shining bright and a soft, cold breeze coming through the window made you shiver a little.

"You're shivering husband, come Ghivashel, let me warm you up," Thorin offered.

"Being in your presence alone makes me already feel warmer," you whispered towards him.

You weren't normally so sweet, being a strong dwarven warrior and all, but in the presence of your husband you can't help but let out more of your soft side the others rarely got to see.

Your husband smiled at you. His bright and white teeth being visible. It was a very genuine smile and it made your heart flutter. Oh how you loved your husband's gorgeous smile and his beautiful bright blue eyes which shined even brighter everytime he looked at you.

"What did I do, to deserve such a handsome husband as you, (Y/N)" Thorin spoke softly.

You chucked, feeling the heat rush to your bearded face.

"And I wonder how did I get so lucky. Married to such a fine dwarf as yourself."

Thorin beamed at you.

"I truly must be the most luckiest dwarf in the world, because I'm married to the most attractive dwarf in Arda," he commented.

"Now now don't go too soft on me, Oakenshield." you teased "For now just let us sleep. We can continue flirting in the morning."

That answer made him chuckle. The bed creaked softly as Thorin came closer to you. He softly wrapped his hairy, muscular arms protectively around you, as if he was scared you would slip away from him. Not that you ever would, being a robust dwarf an all, but you can't help but grin as he held you tightly in his embrace his arms wrapped around your body, as you both lay on your side. He pulled the soft blanket tighter over your bodies and you began to snuggle your head into the crook of his neck, your beard slightly scratching against his skin. You breathed in his strong masculine scent. It reminded you of home, where you are right now, with the love of your life.

Even a strong dwarf warrior still needed some love and care too.

Your eyes scanned over his muscular body, covered in scars. He was so very handsome. It didn't take long before you began to hear your husband softly snoring right next to you.

Ever since your marriage, your life has been filled with constant happiness. Thorin may be grumpy and moody at times, but around you he became a total softie. Like butter he would melt in your embrace, you brought out the best side in him. Being with you has left him feeling more at peace than ever before. He's a tough dwarf but you, as his better half knew how to handle him and put him in his place, if the time called for it.

You stared up at the peaceful, sleeping form of your husband one last time, before the slumber slowly began to take you. You smiled and closed your eyes. Still laying in your husband's robust arms. Around him you truly felt safe, he was yours and you were his, nothing would ever change that.

And soon you found yourself in a world of wonderful dreams, laying right next to the love of your life. He truly made you feel like the happiest dwarf alive and the cold air of the dark night being completely forgotten as you shared warmth, the sound of both your deep snores filling the room.

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[ohnonotnow]

my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment 

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

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[thehobbitgirlie]

no one asked but here's my fav bagginshield fanfic:

#BREAKING MY SILENCE #THE ANGST THE PAIN THE LOVE EVERYTHING!!! #my forever oneshot FOR SURE #theres so much to look into i can't put in words how beautiful this is #I LOVE THEMMMMM #bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #my beloveds #<3

[triple-asstro]

lil incorrect quote w/ thorin and thranduil's wives and thorin + thranduil

(a/n: i'm thinking of writing a short oneshot with these characters, if you want that, lemme know)

Thorin's Wife: Hey, Thranduil's Wife, what do you think it would be like if we both had kids?

Thranduil's Wife: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Thorin's Wife: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

Thranduil's Wife: Can't really say I have.

Thorin's Wife: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Thranduil's Wife: Sorry, Thorin's Wife. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. You, a wee girl. Me, a little boy. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringin' up anybody.

Thranduil: This food is too hot… I cannot eat it.

Thranduil's Wife: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: silence

Thorin: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Thorin's Wife: One dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

Thranduil: Screams

Thorin: Screams louder to establish dominance

Thorin's Wife: Should we do something?

Thranduil's Wife: No, I want to see who wins.

Thranduil's Wife: I hardly slept last night

Thorin's Wife: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you.

Thranduil's Wife: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.?

Thranduil: [panic]

#incorrect quotes #the hobbit #thorin x reader #thranduil x reader #thranduil #thorin #the hobbit headcanons #potential oneshot idea #potential fic #tolkien

[njordr]

!!!! Oh oh I finally posted my first bagginshield fic

#bagginshield #writing #ao3 #Thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #the hobbit #oneshots #short #writblr #writer #fanfic

[cosmic-glow]

Hi, so I've updated this "list" here and wanted to let you know that I now write for The Hobbit characters too! So if you have any requests from this fandom to do, you can send them to me :)

#the hobbit #hobbit headcanons #hobbit oneshot #bilbo x reader #thorin x reader #fili x reader #kili x reader #legolas x reader #thranduil x reader

[creampuffx14]

Imagine: Kissing Fili

#the hobbit #fili durin #fili and kili #imagine #the hobbit imagine #fili x reader #fili imagine #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #battle of the five armies #desolation of smaug #the hobbit oneshot #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x y/n

[ya-so-im-here]

Moonlight Company

Writer: Me, I have it published under my Wattpad account TheNinjaOfCake22

Fandom: The Hobbit

Ship: Bilbo x Thorin (Bagginshield)

Link: https://www.wattpad.com/859244660-ultimate-bagginshield-collection-120-one-shot

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It was late and all  Bilbo could think of was lying in his own bed back in Bag End, but the truth was he was lying on a bedroll that currently had pebbles and sticks jabbing at his back as he attempted to sleep. Since the journey began Bilbo was not sleeping well, he was too used to having a bed that was his own, and he missed it greatly. It was another one of his comforts of home he missed as well as his books, his garden, his armchair, and his food. While traveling with dwarfs a whole lot of em were told by Balin they had to ration their food, which resulted in Bilbo eating a lot less food than he was used to.

    Though he was grateful,  the dwarves did not need to invite him on their journey, it was not as though there was anything waiting for him once they reached their destination, there was for the others. Which caused him mild discomfort because he really didn't belong, this was not his journey, Erebor was not for him to reclaim and it was not his people who were suffering without a home. It was the dwarves, it was their journey, not Bilbo's.

    Though the dwarves were very welcoming and they often talked with Bilbo asking him questions about the Shire and the livelihood of Hobbits which made Bilbo feel more welcomed, however, Thorin never talked to him, and he rarely looked at Bilbo.  Which caused him to feel unwelcome and a bit nervous that Thorin may force him to turn back because he couldn't stand the Hobbit being present.

    Though Bilbo doubted  Thorin would do that with Gandalf around, yet, the truth was Gandalf often ventured off on his own leaving Bilbo behind with the dwarfs, and it was at those times that Bilbo feared Thorin most. The leading dwarf had a temper and when things went against his wishes his voice would deepen in anger, it was those times Bilbo attempted to stay far from  Thorin's line of sight so as to not be the target of his rage.

    As much as he felt he did not belong on this particular adventure, he wanted to be here. He would not deny that he had always been an adventurous Hobbit, ever since he was a wee halfling. He'd travel to the end of the Shire on his own adventures, climbing trees, and traveling through the crops of the local farms. And when the days would draw close he'd return to his mother  Belladonna Took and tell her of his many adventures. It was the Took part of him that arose the need for adventure, but he grew up a Baggins,  yes a respectable and non-adventurous Baggins.

    But he would not lie that the journey had awoken the Took side within him, and he craved for this journey, never had he seen such sights; for Middle Earth was far more beautiful than he ever imagined.

    Bilbo rolled over onto his side when another pebble jabbed into his ribs, he sat up in mild aggravation. Yes, he loved the sensation of being on an adventure, but he truly did miss his bed. Bilbo looked around the campsite, all the dwarfs were asleep, except for Bofur and Bifur they were on watch both on different parts of the site keeping a close watch. Deciding he was going on a walk Bilbo slowly crept from his bedroll and slowly headed towards the bushes to keep hidden from both Bifur and Bofur, he didn't feel like talking to anyone tonight.

    Slowly and quietly the  Hobbit sneaked past the watching eyes of the dwarves, without causing any commotion of any sort, Bilbo was greatly proud of himself. While on his journey he had become rather good at sneaking about unseen, it was a skill he did not entirely realize he possessed, it was quite helpful.

    Now away from the campsite full of sleeping dwarves Bilbo meandered about, he felt rejuvenated by the moon as it slipped beams of silver light past the dark clouds of the night, the stars glistened and the nature surrounding  Bilbo was peaceful and quiet. 

    Bilbo wandered about getting farther and farther from the campsite, but he cared not, for just as frightening it was in the dark, it was beautiful and so quiet. While dwarves slept they snored or yammered in their sleep, it was never quiet with em around, and the silence of the night was the peace Bilbo needed. It helped him get lost within his thoughts, though he got much more lost than he had realized, and not only in his thoughts.

     While he was thinking he forgot which way he had come from, and the hobbit stopped walking and looked around himself, the fire from the campsite was still lit, but the hobbit was too far to see it. Bilbo began walking back to where he believed he came from, but nothing quite looked familiar. Panic began to rise from his stomach and it began to fuzzy up his brain as he tried to think of where he came from, when Bilbo remembered that before they set camp there was a cliff side where they set camp. this thought of remembrance brought the halfling relief as he walked through the trees to the cliffside.

    Bilbo continued to try and fight the rising fear as he looked around for any sign of the cliffside, he did not know quite what direction to go, but he told himself he was alright for even if he couldn't see the fire, he knew that the dwarves would be able to find him. But that thought quickly awoke a much worse thought. "What if Thorin believes I left, and they all leave me" This happening was too probable for him not to worry, it happened continuously whenever Bilbo would fall behind or no one knew quite where he was Thorin would announce that Bilbo had left them.

    But never once did Bilbo purposely leave them, well at least not until tonight when he went for his walk. Panic claimed his mind and forgetting all the peace he once had from the night, was gone. Bilbo began to run pushing past all the tree branches and pushes looking for the campsite.

    Bilbo was about to scream out for the dwarfs for both Bofur and Bifur were awake perhaps there was a chance they would hear him, Bilbo pushed through more branches and past bushes when he found the cliffside.

    The moon was before him bright and vibrant and just as quickly as panic took over him, the feeling of calm took hold. His stress vanished as he stared out into the distance the moon shimmered above the great view of Middle-Earth. Bilbo stepped forth from the brush staring longingly at the view, it was stunning one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen, more beautiful than any story he had heard of Middle-Earth grand locations. Bilbo meandered out from behind all the shrubbery when he noticed he wasn't alone, he quickly bolted back into the bushes but it was already too late, he had been seen.

    "It's too late to hide, I know you're there. Come out" Bilbo obeyed the deep voice he had learned to know, Thorin was sitting on the edge of the cliffside looking out onto the wilderness of Middle-Earth just as Bilbo previously was. Bilbo walked up to Thorin and sat beside the dwarf, Thorin didn't turn to look, he knew it was Bilbo. The two sat in silence for a bit neither saying anything, just simply staring out unto the world and when silence was disturbed it was by Thorin himself.

    "Are you afraid of me?" his voice was deep as usual but it sounded softer than usual, he wasn't asking to tease, it was pure curiosity.

    "In a way" he responded softly, he didn't look at Thorin as he said it but he had noticed the movement of his head as he turned to face the hobbit.

    "Do you mind If I ask why?" he questioned, Bilbo waited a few seconds before he turned to face him, his eyes shimmering from the pale light of the moon as he stared at me almost pleading but definitely damaged.

    "It's not that I'm afraid of the sight of you nor of you as a person" Bilbo paused thinking through his answer "You have much on your shoulders and it causes you to... say what you think often without thinking. I'm not used to that, hobbits are never so upfront. they don't directly say what they don't like or how they want you to leave, and they don't insult you so openly." Bilbo paused a moment and Thorin attempted to say something but Bilbo continued the attempt "What I suppose I mean is, I'm afraid of what you think of me, of what you'll say to me. I know you don't like me you've had no issue in saying so" Bilbo stopped there and turned to look at the view once more.

     The world seemed to fall quiet for a moment as the two stared out into the world both grasping the words spoken before Thorin turned to face Bilbo once more with sorrow evident in his eyes.

     "I never meant what I said" Bilbo turned to face Thorin at that and both of their eyes met as Bilbo waited for Thorin to say more. "I did doubt your ability to keep up with us as well as your skills to find the Arkenstone, but only in the beginning. After the event with the trolls, I knew that I was glad you were with us and I didn't want you to leave the company even though I still said those things I didn't mean it." Bilbo sat there for a moment trying to grasp all that Thorin had said it took him a moment to even believe it, Thorin didn't hate him?

     "I..." Bilbo paused again thinking "I thought you hated me and that the only reason I was still here was because you were too afraid of Gandalf to send me away" Bilbo chuckled lightly at the last part which triggered Thorin to laugh a bit too, it was a sight Bilbo had never seen before.

     "Well yes I am a bit afraid of him, though don't tell anyone." the two both laughed at that "I didn't send you away because I didn't want you to leave" The two smiled finally seeming to be on the same page and finally on the path to perhaps being friends.

     "I never wanted to leave either, even after what you said and I didn't want to leave. I thought about it, but I knew I wanted to stay here with the company" Both Bilbo and Thorin stared out into the wilderness of Middle-Earth both having bonded on a deeper level, perhaps in the morning when they set out again, Bilbo would go out of his way to ride next to Thorin.

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[cilil]

What you said in the server 3 minutes ago.

Bagginshield.

Postcards.

Bracelets.

Author's Note: Alright then. Let's try out something new🧡

Characters: Bilbo/Thorin (Bagginshield)

Synopsis: [Modern AU; Thorin is in a band] Bilbo is back home after joining his boyfriend on his last tour. Thorin sends him a special gift to celebrate.

Warnings: /

It's good to be home.

Bilbo hums to himself as he waters the flowers in his garden, relieved to see that none of them seems to have been neglected too badly in the weeks of his absence. 

Except...

He sits down in the grass once his work is complete, his watering can resting on his lap. 

I miss Thorin.

Oh, how he loves that stubborn, temperamental, tough, awkward and utterly gorgeous man for bringing chaos and joy into his life – well, admittedly not so much the chaos, he's never exactly been the spontaneous type, but they're patient with one another, and with Thorin by his side, he feels like many things that used to be daunting for him are much easier now. 

Thorin is part of a rock band, and to this day Bilbo can't help chuckling a little whenever he remembers how he, Bilbo Baggins, who has been called everything from boring to bourgeois by most band members throughout the early days of his and Thorin's relationship, has unexpectedly and inevitably become a part of this life. He smiles to himself as he remembers how Thorin asked him - or rather begged him, due to his own stubbornness – to join him on his last tour. Bilbo gave in eventually, swayed by his boyfriend's earnest attempts at helping him pack and plan and making sure he was comfortable throughout the whole ordeal. 

Admittedly, he has never liked travelling. He has been on vacations before, naturally, but he's always found it to be rather stressful – so many things to organise, so much to worry about. How some people are able to just hit the road without meticulously having planned everything has always been a mystery to Bilbo. 

But for Thorin he wanted to try, wanted to show him that he too can adapt and go outside of his comfort zone, and he never imagined it could be so fun. Chatting and joking around with Thorin and others, taking breaks in-between gigs for some sightseeing and couple activities, enjoying each and every performance and after-party – including the time Thorin surprised him with a song written for him that left Bilbo speechless, blushing like crazy in public and utterly smitten by him – and becoming part of the group... it made Bilbo feel more alive than ever before. 

The telltale sound of his mailbox interrupts his spontaneous bout of reminiscence, and he sets aside the watering can to investigate. 

To his surprise, he finds a cute postcard depicting a seal with a funny hat and a little gift box attached to it.  

"Hey Bilbo,

hope you're doing well and enjoying home.

We're currently on our way to the Grey Havens Festival and things seem to be going alright so far. Wish us luck – this'll be a big gig. Can't wait!

I decided to get you something to celebrate our last tour and many more to come. Hope you like it!

Love, Thorin

P.S.: I don't know how to write postcards, but I remember you said you love getting them so I tried my best."

Bilbo holds the card close to his chest after reading, a huge smile lighting up his features. 

He remembered-!

They call and text each other regularly of course, but Bilbo has a certain faible for some things people consider to be old-fashioned these days, and postcards are one of them. 

Curious and excited, he swiftly opens the gift box and finds a seashell bracelet and a small note inside, reading "For my brave boyfriend who made our last tour the best of my life". 

Bilbo puts the bracelet on without hesitation, practically glowing with pride. It's one of the sweetest and most thoughtful gifts he's ever received, and he already can't wait to add the card to his cherished picture wall and take pictures for Thorin. 

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[esculentevil]

(Thorinduil AU) Arranged Allies

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For generations, The North has maintained peace between elves and dwarrows through marital unions between the Elfking, Thranduil, and dwarven firstborns.

It is said these marriages were more about politics and pride than about peace--more about kings trying to put each other in whatever place the other preferred--and, in the year 2770, Thorin II could not help but believe that was the real truth.

Why else would the Great Elvenking, Thranduil, come to them with a small army and his giant elk only to pick him up and take him into the darkened forest--Mirkwood--and leave his REAL home, Erebor, the Lonely Mountain, to BURN?

It’s probably the only thing positive about the day Smaug the Dragon came: Thorin didn’t have to wait to learn what an abandoning ass his husband is.

~

It wasn’t until later--MUCH later--that Thorin learned the REAL Truth.

Dwarrows are supposed to reach the age of majority BEFORE being married--even the firstborns of the Dwarfking. Thror, his grandfather and king at the time, was so eager and neigh on desperate to get his hands on more elven gold and, what Thorin would later learn is the true treasure of his husband and Mirkwood, the Elfking’s own precious white gems he’s coveted since his own wedding that he pushed forward the date of Thorin’s marriage to Thranduil--and his jewels--literally by decades just so he could try and claim more from the stubborn elf.

This greed--its own kind of horrid gold-lust--is what brought the dragon.

And Thranduil had only chosen to protect what is his.

~

“But you could have helped--could have saved us?”

Thorin II, now over a century old and remarkably well adapted to his new home to the point that he’s even earned the blessings of the woodland’s oak trees and the name of Oakenshield after using an old oak branch to defend his husband--its king--from a pack of orcs and wargs led by a strange white one named Azog, frowns to himself as he finds he can’t even accuse his The Great Elvenking properly because he’s grown too protective and too aware of Thranduil’s frailty.

His husband would have only died trying to fight the dragon.

And he honestly hates that idea.

~

“I did help: I saved you--your brother and your sister and thus your family line.”

Thranduil hands Oakenshield his cup of mead--an action Thorin has, over time, come to realize is actually a show of love as per strange elvish customs--and smiles gently with no light in his eyes. The dwarf stares at this for a moment before the reason why those stars are suddenly so dull slaps him in the face.

“One day soon, you will find yourself your very own mountain--a new one to rule--and a dwarf dame worthy of you and your children--”

“I already have a mountain: Mirkwood’s; and you may not be a dwarf dame, sure, but you are more than worthy of me; and Dis’ boys are fine heirs for me; so, stop pouting about loosing me and come kiss me already--stupid elf.”

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[alex-zucci]

"sunrise"

a bagginshield oneshot

written by alex-zucci on tumblr

"I take no responsibility for him."

"But of course, I couldn't ask that of you, my dear Thorin. You will take care of the dwarven part of the company, and I will keep an eye on Mr. Baggins. He's not the kind of person who can't handle himself, is he?"

"Gandalf, he is exactly that kind of person."

~ Thorin Oakenshield and Gandalf the Grey, probably

summary

the journey to the lonely mountain is a long one, and that's a good thing because thorin has never been very good at figuring out his own confusing feelings at a glance - especially since a certain mindless but brave halfling entered his life.

author's notes!

I'll try to keep it short 'n sweet – it's my first fanfiction translated to English and I only used tools available on the internet along with my knowledge, so this work may contain mistakes of all kinds, although I did my best to provide you the best reading experience I could!

If you'd be so kind please let me know about any mistakes, I'd much appreciate it!

It should be noted that Thorin drew attention to Bilbo from the very beginning.

The fact is that said attention was remarkably negative. In the eyes of the dwarven king, the halfling was just an extra burden, always reducing the attention span of his company by at least one-thirteenth, since someone had to keep an eye on him at all times. A seemingly small number became important when it was necessary to face an orc patrol, often accompanied by brutal wargs. Every pair of eyes looking for an enemy was worth its weight in gold and mithril.

Over time, however, keeping an eye on this nosy hobbit became a habit for the dwarves. Even Thorin, being in the thick of the fight, looked around from time to time, looking for a burgundy travel cloak, curly hair, and often also a shining blue blade that chopped the air - with each fight more and more skillful and accurate.

But the longer they wandered, first across the green fields of Eriador, and then through the wilderness of the Wild Lands in the East, the more Thorin found himself looking at Bilbo differently than as if the hobbit was just a thirteenth of the company. He stood out significantly from the dwarven horde and the prince of Erebor could not yet decide whether it was good or not. Mr. Baggins was definitely not suited to life in a constant rush. His home was the green fields of the Shire, a cozy hobbit burrow under The Hill, and a comfortable armchair by a gaily burning fireplace from which the warmth never escapes.

However, he coped (though not without many days of arduous adaptation) very decently, and it was enough to get to know him better to realize that the initial complaints about the conditions of the trip were not just an expression of disgust or contempt, but rather an elaborate defense mechanism. Thorin understood this well. He was afraid of what the future would bring him, although he did look out optimistic about the end of wandering and regaining his Kingdom under the Mountain.

When at dawn the guards watching over the company went to sleep so that they too could rest, Thorin declared to take a solitary guard over his companions so that he could watch the sunrise and meditate in peace for a while.

The sun was rising over the majestic shadow of the Lonely Mountain, looming in the distance through the morning mists. Great halls full of splendor and wealth could be rebuilt, and the mighty kingdom had a chance to be reborn soon. The king felt more and more strongly, however, that some essential element was missing from the memories, the scraps of which he clung to each time his homesickness welled up. Though his heart trembled with joy whenever he thought of returning to the mighty kingdom of Erebor, a vague specter obscured the full splendor of that dream.

Something made Thorin's heart slow down an impatient beat as if suddenly there was more room in him than all the riches of Erebor could fill.

"Are you awake again, Thorin?"

The sudden return to reality made the dwarven warrior instinctively tighten his hand on the hilt of his sword. However, it was a voice his heart recognized sooner than his thoughts, so the blow didn't come, and Thorin cursed himself that he didn't hear footsteps on the forest floor. No wonder, since hobbits have a natural ability to move noiselessly whenever they feel like it.

He allowed himself to take a deep breath, though not a full sigh. He looked up from the distant horizon to see Bilbo's face bathed in the rays of the low, still-pale sun. The hobbit looked as though he had yet to get up, for his curly hair stuck out in all directions as if doubling its volume.

"Someone's got to keep watch," he muttered for lack of a better explanation. His voice, however, was warm, as if the sun had brought him peace of mind.

Bilbo surveyed the rusty horizon for a moment, then sat down on a mossy, gnarled tree trunk beside Thorin.

"And it must always be you?" he asked, taking from his pocket a handful of walnuts, which he probably picked the day before while hiking. “You always get up before dawn and never tell anyone that you lack sleep.”

"Because I do not lack it." the dwarf pointed out, which was actually true. The journey was tiring, but he never complained of drowsiness. Only a few hours of rest was enough for him to walk from dawn to dusk, stopping only when one of the company members expressed the need.

The hobbit picked up a large pebble from the ground to break the nut with it. The dull thump was quiet enough not to wake up the company sleeping nearby, but enough to make a slit in the shell, which he then tore open with his fingers to extract the valuable contents.

"And yet, I have a feeling that something is bothering you," he said with his usual calm conviction.

Thorin felt the skin under his beard turn red. He didn't like it when someone tried to sort out his emotions this way. He himself always pondered them for a long time, being restrained and frugal in them. This time, however, the situation was quite different, because the prince realized that in some strange way it was Bilbo who was related to this tormenting feeling that seemed to creep into his heart and fill more and more space there.

"Where did that belief come from?" he asked, to buy time and come up with some convincing excuse.

Bilbo popped an irregular, pale yellow lump of nut into his mouth. His dexterous fingers cracked shell after shell with skill and without unnecessary noise.

"Well, you seem to have been absent for several weeks, as if something was bothering you at night and not letting you sleep," he said between bites, staring at the sun slowly climbing the sky. “Don't you feel overwhelmed by it?”

Thorin scratched his cheek, realizing he hadn't trimmed his sideburns in a long time - the conditions of the journey rarely allowed it.

"I will rest on the gold of Erebor. You came here just to lecture me?” he grumbled reluctantly because the burning sensation on his reddening skin was not pleasant.

Bilbo shrugged and pursed his lips. He stared at Thorin with his large eyes, which reflected the golden glow of the rising sun. It seemed as if he was about to reply with some lengthy argument, but after a moment he just sighed and stood up, dusting the nuts off his coat.

"No, of course not. Why would I?" instead of a long answer, the dwarf heard only a hollow, insincere denial. “I don't want to bother you.” He added kindly, this time with sincere concern in his voice, as if he was genuinely concerned that a short conversation might unnerve the sentry.

In fact, he was kind of right. Thorin absolutely did not feel as focused on guard duty as before. On the one hand, it caused him a kind of irritation and a feeling of a badly done duty. On the other, Bilbo's presence put him in a rather peculiar but pleasant mood. The hobbit's company worked on his hardened heart like warm milk with honey and butter on a dry, sore throat.

Bilbo, waiting for no reply from the silent dwarf, smiled politely once more, rubbed his hands together as if preparing to continue his journey, and started towards the camp.

It was then that Thorin felt his body react faster than he thought. He had a sudden feeling that if this moment passed, the tension growing in his heart would become unbearable until the delusion would burst at the least opportune moment.

'Wait, Mr. Baggins.” He called the halfling, who stopped mid-stride and turned over his shoulder.

“What is it?” Before Thorin could form the words on his tongue, the hobbit had already returned, standing only a step from the stump, on which a hard battle was being fought at the bottom of the dwarf's heart. Realizing his own haste, however, Bilbo relaxed his tense face, and his round cheeks became plumper, filling the oval of his warm, sunlit face.

Finally, Thorin looked up at him with his slightly bloodshot eyes, from under his thick, bushy eyebrows. It was a look Bilbo had only seen in the form of a brief flash so far, so fleeting that he had never considered it real. Yet it existed, making the face of the unstoppable warrior softer and somehow more real.

“Actually, there is something that bothers my conscience.'' He said the words slowly as if weighing them in his mouth and not wanting them to see the morning light. “At first I thought it was a vision of the destination, but now…” He paused, the sentence finally stuck in his throat because he finished it awkwardly “…now I know it's a different kind of feeling.”

Bilbo, suddenly somewhat self-conscious, stood beside the trunk, his bare soles shuffling in the dew-covered grass. The dwarf didn't mind it - he guessed that seeing himself in a completely different light than before could be a bit disorienting. At the same time, he wanted to take the tension off the hobbit's shoulders, realizing that it was suddenly bothering him.

"Have you thought about what causes this…feeling?" Bilbo's warm voice finally cut through the soft, if not without embarrassment, silence that hung in the air.

Thorin frowned again. Yes, he often spent solitary vigil, thinking about the emotions that tormented him, which never seemed to fall asleep, but only increased their intensity every time he saw curly hair the color of buckwheat honey or those large, gentle eyes in which lurked immeasurable deposits of courage and rebellion.

"I think I finally figured it out," he said, muttering the words painfully slowly again as if hoping that the hobbit standing only half a meter away would not be able to hear them. After a moment, he sighed heavily, smoothed his thick eyebrows, and stared at the brightening horizon. "Mr. Baggins, it is you who make me unable to think of what has been or what is yet to come."

The silence that followed had nothing patient or light about it. The dwarf felt every beat of his own heart with redoubled force as if it was about to burst out of his chest and throw himself into the fire, so as not to have to suffer the agony of admitting aloud what was hidden.

Rubbish, that's what. Now he regretted admitting it at all. What will Bilbo think of him? From a tough, fearless leader, he will become a laughingstock. A freak, at best.

Bilbo didn't react at all at first, as if he needed time to process Thorin's words and understand their meaning. Only then did his mouth part slightly in surprise.

“Me?” he wondered, and Thorin suddenly wanted to wring his neck for this irritating but actually cute stupidity of his. Well, Bilbo wasn't really a fool, but at that very moment, the dwarf felt he had to somehow release the tension that hadn't eased at all after the sudden confession.

But the hobbit continued, no less surprised. Thorin noticed that one of his hands was tucked into his pockets as if trying to hide some sort of unconscious tics of shooting or twirling his fingers.

"But Thorin, it's…" He trailed off, finishing a bit awkwardly as if he wanted to say something else, but the words stuck in his throat. "Would you like to describe exactly how you feel?"

The king felt frustration build up, fill his lungs, and slowly begin to boil. He wasn't mad at Bilbo - he was nervous because he wasn't used to being as powerless as he felt now. He was stripped of his own incomprehensible feelings and exposed to the sight of the one who made them stronger every day.

He sensed that the cup of bitterness would overflow rapidly any moment, and he would finally have to face the feelings that had been tormenting him for some time, which he had tried so hard to suppress.

He might have been able to swallow the suffocating feeling and bury it back to the bottom of his heart to delay the confrontation, but for one more brief glance at the hobbit before him. That's when his feelings overwhelmed his thoughts and took over before he could say anything.

Without thinking, Thorin grabbed the flaps of Bilbo's warm burgundy cloak and pulled him to him sharply, causing the hobbit to take a step forward in surprise at the sudden gesture, but still staggered. The dwarf held him up though, not letting him fall. His arms were strong. They always meant security.

Their faces were only inches apart, and Thorin expected that in a moment his thick, slightly rough beard would tickle Bilbo's round cheeks. They were even more ruddy than he had always thought. He could count all his few freckles if he wanted to.

But his eyes were deceived by the hobbit's mouth. Maybe it was stupid, strange, and inappropriate, but he suddenly wanted to kiss them, feeling that it would finally allow him to touch the painful emptiness growing in his heart.

He brought their faces closer together, determined to somehow show his feelings when his own words had failed him so much, unable to express the truth. He narrowed his eyes, wanting to turn off his sense of sight so as not to let his mind reawaken. He only wanted to feel the warmth spreading in his heart, which was caused by Bilbo himself.

Thorin could be a king and have legions of subordinates under him. And yet the heart has never been anyone's servant.

He wanted it. He longed, at last, to feed that ardor in his heart, now that he had understood what was causing it. He needed Bilbo's presence to soothe the pain at the bottom of his cold, empty heart. He could give him anything if he asked. He suspected that all the gold of Erebor did not shine as brightly as the sun in Baggins' eyes.

But as soon as he felt the touch of his luxuriant, grizzled beard on the hobbit's skin as red as a sweet, ripe peach, he awoke for a moment from that strange trance he had fallen into, overcome by a feeling he dared not even name in his mind. He opened his eyes again, his thoughts racing like crazy. The desire to get close to Baggins was replaced by a pale fear he had never felt like this before. He wasn't as strong as he often was during a fight or flight, but he overpowered in a way he'd never known before.

He moved away as if burned, but not very far. The grip on the cloak loosened.

"For Durin's sake... forgive my rudeness," he managed to mumble, though, in reality, the words that reached the burglar's pointy ears sounded like nothing specific. The dwarf could not be eloquent as he felt cold sweat of embarrassment wash over him and his heart pounding so loud that it drowned out everything around him.

It was then, in the pale rays of the rising sun over the Mountain, that Bilbo Baggins did something Thorin could never have suspected or, despite his secret wishes, asked him to do - he leaned down a little and placed a soft kiss on the dwarf's bearded cheek.

The touch of his lips could only last a fraction of a second. It was like the brush of a butterfly's wings, but it carried with it all the sun brought from the Shire, sweetness, and warmth that Thorin had not known for as long as he could remember, which radiated from Bilbo and drew the dwarf king to his person.

Torin looked up, unable at first to utter a word, for none were forming on his tongue at a moment like this. Bilbo smiled slightly but radiantly as though reflecting the gentle, timid glow of the sun slowly creeping over the horizon.

"That's a good start, Thorin." He said cheerfully in a light tone, though his cheeks had taken on a rosy tinge.

The rise of the pale sun brightened their faces, hot despite the stinging chill of the morning. A new day was beginning, and with it, a new hope was awakening to life.

Thorin lowered his gaze and, with a gesture very subtle, slow, and precise, reached for Mr. Baggins's hand. Hobbit's dexterous fingers were much narrower than his own, warm and soft.

There was so much he wanted to tell him, but he knew he couldn't - words used to fail him at times like this. But he knew they were useless now.

For everything he needed was right there by his side, along with the hope that filled his heart as they watched the sun rise over the majestic kingdom of Erebor together.

author's notes, pt.II

Fun fact: I was drinking milk with honey and butter for my sore throat while writing this!

Let me know if you want to see some more translated fanfictions in the future! I'm super insecure about my English so it might be a good way to break the ice a little. If you have any ideas about what can I write next, feel free to share!

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[lotrthobbit]

                        Fragile Creature

Thorin Oakenshield x Human GN! Reader

Warning: Angst

Reader is called a queen but still everything else should be Gender Neutral

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[y/n pov]

I lived in a small and crowded town, Lake Town. The town itself felt completely isolated and cold. Everyone was always in a sour mood, the clouds always loomed over the sun causing the hazy darkness to be a norm. It certainly did not look homey, but it was home.

What a provincial life, no escapades, no dashing handsome knights or kings, all but a greedy mayor and his goon who did nothing but enjoy the most finest of silks and delicious pastries and luxurious treatment off the backs of his people.

We were constantly taxed high prices only to be eating the same boring meals everyday, living amongst the cold town fighting for some warmth.

Until he came....

A group of dwarves and a hobbit had stumbled into our town, apparently one of the townsfolk, Bard, who was a kind man, a born leader, yet many looked down on him. He had snuck him into the town, yet the town itself seemed to be overjoyed to be in the presence of loyalty. King under the mountain, son of Thrain, son of Thror. He promised us riches when he reclaimed his stolen home, yet my body filled with fear because legends say that a strong dragon lay asleep in the mountain, Smaug the defiler.

Despite my fear, what could I do, such a charming smile laid on his face as he introduced himself.

I was a simple merchant selling small trinkets I made by hand using the bones from fish and clay, I made small figurines to sell in order to help my [mother/father/guardian] with the necessities.

"These are beautiful." I heard a voice and looked up to see the king himself. Despite his small stature, He carried himself well and strong.

When I looked into his eyes, I felt warmth spread across my cheeks," Thank you, my lord." He offered me some money, far more than what they were worth and placed a kiss upon my hand.

That is how my daily interactions began. At first he seemed to buy many, but then he had joined me whenever I would get on a small boat and go to the land to pick some herbs.

He stated it was for 'safety measures' despite knowing his time was limited here, I found myself falling in love with the handsome dwarf.

He longed to reclaim his home, often times whispering sweet nothings into my ear about how we could live in Erebor alongside one another, it did not matter if I was human, despite many seeing us as fragile 'creatures' we were no different than a dwarf, an elf, a hobbit, etc. We all breathe and fight to survive every single day.

Then came the departure... My hear hurt once they sailed off into the distance nothing but a chaste kiss placed upon my lips and a beautiful ring on my fingertips. Despite our short moments, we found ourselves madly in love.

The days grew dark and grim once again. We were back to the same old routines , no excitement and no warmth. Yet the people were hoping to see the reign of Thorin Oakenshield, the gates of Erebor to open itself and gift its people the riches they once thrived in.

Yet. something far worse happened. The once dark skies became red with fire and smoke. The once groaning and whining of the people were covered with screams of far and agony. The once horribly built structures were set ablaze by no other than Smaug. We were all rushed onto boats as Bard once retook the same role of the great bowman. he struck Smaug down and we all made it safely onto land. But we stared at the small town we once called home, completely parish into nothing.

I held the small ring in my hand, staring off into the mountains, despite my home becoming ashes, the only thing that was in my mind was whether or not my beloved was safe.

We found ourselves settling in the deserted City of Dale, hiding once we heard horns blare, the men going off to fight, women following behind. Us Laketown Folk fought alongside the elves against the orcs, but one thing that scared me the most was that before this, Thorin had completely disregarded us, he disregarded ME.

My heart lay in shambles, but nothing I could do or that he could do to stop me from loving him. I tried making my way towards the mountain hoping to reason with him, but as I got closer, the more Orcs seemed to be in my way. I thought I was going to die, my [short/long/bald] was covered In sweat and blood of my enemies. I stared up making eye contact with Thorin as his eyes widened.

In that moment I felt something puncture me,I fell to my knees still holding my gaze on the dwarf I came to love. Everything became silent to me, I could no longer hear anything but I could see Thorin was yelling. I felt my vision cloud with darkness until I could no longer see.

Momentarily it felt as if finally I could be at peace, despite knowing he was infected with the dragon sickness, I still felt better knowing he was safe and alive.

" [y/n]"

that voice ?

" [y/n} "

no, no he can not be here, it Is not his time.

I was in darkness, I was dead, I knew that much, yet why could I hear his voice ?

I turned around once I heard my name again and there he stood, there he stood with his hands spread wide, my heart hurt knowing we ended in the sam predicament but I could not hold myself back from running into his arms.

I felt other arms hug me and I realized Kili and Fili were here as well. Despite the darkness, it didn't feel so lonely.

" I promised to be with you forever." He whispered as he kissed me again

" forever." I repeated back.

[ Narrator pov]

As they all gathered looking at the tombs of Fili, Kili and Thorin Oakenshield, and beside him lay his lover. For all eternity this kingdom will flourish because of their sacrifices.

" LONG LIVE THE KING AND QUEEN "

the horns began to blare as they all mourned, Bilbo Baggins felt melancholy, his friends died but part of him was happy that they could all be reunited in the afterlife.

FIN

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