#thorin was awake when bilbo was about to leave so of course he thinks he took the opportunity and left them

[greeneyed-thestral]

#thorin was awake when bilbo was about to leave so of course he thinks he took the opportunity and left them #better show them that I'm angry and not hurt #forget that he ever was with us #bilbo realizes in that moment that thorin must have heard him and kinda hates himself for being so weak #but he also hates thorin a bit for jumping to conclusions #he throws his head back like why why why must you be like this why must you doubt me #i wouldn't have tried to leave if you hadn't said I don't belong with you #but then thorin says 'our hobbit' almost to mock him and that's when bilbo turns his head and thinks #you know what I decided to come here and I escaped and caught up with them #and someone oughta teach thorin that not everyone is going to betray him #the final glance is totally I heard you and I'm here to prove you wrong you big stupid dwarf king #the hobbit #hobbit #bilbo #bilbo baggins #thorin #thorin oakenshield #bilbo/thorin #thorin/bilbo #bilbo x thorin #thorin x bilbo #bagginshield #an unexpected journey #martin freeman #richard armitage

[conkers-thecosy]

Bagginshield-tober / Day 2 / Garden

Hi guys! Here's my offering for day two of the lovely @smolestboop's "Bagginshield-tober" prompt list 💛

You can also find these little snippets compiled into one fic on AO3

Bilbo is very sneaky in this one, but in the most embarrassingly fluffy way imaginable! Hope you guys enjoy!

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“Perhaps some time in the garden would be nice today?”

Summer in the Shire was much warmer than Thorin was used to. Geographically speaking, Ered Luin wasn’t that far away -around three weeks of travel on a good pony- but the mountains were always bound to be cooler. The seasonal difference even across such a short distance was notable, particularly at this time of year

It was the height of August now, and even Bilbo, who seemed to revel in the warmth and sunshine of his home, was starting to show signs of discomfort. They had started leaving many of the windows open at night, and their bedroom doors ajar to help circulate some air. It did help some, particularly in the wee hours of the morning, but it meant that Thorin could hear the Hobbit shifting restlessly in his bed through the night, and his little whimpers and cries as he dreamt and recollected terrible things were even more difficult to ignore.

The guilt gnawed at Thorin, knowing he had put those fears in Bilbo, haunted by his own actions and regrets like a spectre every night, and hating himself for the damage he had caused. It ate at him, and between that, the heat, and his own nightmares, sleep was nigh on impossible. He would sit awake with the heat, then when he became tired enough to sleep, he would become alert at the sounds of Bilbo’s distress from the room next door. When the Hobbit eventually managed to settle himself, Thorin’s own nightmares would keep him from rest. Eventually he would just pass out as dawn was peeking its head above the horizon, but could only gather a few hours before the heat woke him once more. 

This morning, feeling wearier than he had since leaving Erebor in disgrace for the second time in his life, he found an equally exhausted Hobbit waiting in the kitchen for him. They spoke very little, but regarded one another carefully when each thought the other was not, and both failing abysmally. 

Thorin wondered what Bilbo saw. He wondered about that often, truth be told, but tried not to indulge in it too often, for fear of making himself melancholy. Bilbo saw much. More than almost anyone Thorin had ever met, and there was a part of the exiled king that made him wish perhaps he wasn’t quite so good at noticing so much. He found there was much of himself he would prefer the Hobbit didn’t see.

“Perhaps some time in the garden would be nice today?” Bilbo smiled at him from over the rim of his teacup, green eyes bright and knowing and kind. Far too kind. “There’s a little breeze about today, and I’d like to cut back the lavender bushes so I can dry some of the flowers. What do you think? Care to supervise?”

“I would be happy to assist,” Thorin corrected, unsure if he was being asked to help, or being given permission to laze about, but determined not to allow the latter. “Though I do not know which of your many plants are lavender.”

Bilbo sipped the last of his tea and replaced it in the saucer with a wink at Thorin that made his heart speed up a little. “The lavender coloured ones, of course!”

They finished their breakfast, washed the dishes together in companionable, if tired, quietness, then headed out to the back garden. It was a beautiful place, one Thorin had admired greatly when he first saw it - even though Bilbo had brushed aside his praise and admitted to keeping his neighbour, Hamfast Gamgee, as a gardener to tend it. He had been pleased to find the garden in good repair after they had returned to Bag End together, for all the rest of his home had been an empty, dusty shell until they had put it to rights and reclaimed as many of his belongings as possible.

As it turned out, the lavender was actually lavender coloured, and it wasn’t just a joke after all. The flowers were very pretty, tiny, delicate little clusters at the end of long, thin stalks that grew up from leafy little bushels. There were a great many honeybees interested in the flowers, though much smaller than the ones they had seen at Beorn’s, and given the strong scent of the plant, Thorin wasn’t all that surprised. 

“Now, you make sure and tell me if you start to get a headache,” Bilbo wagged a finger at him, looking stern. “I’m personally very fond of the scent, but there are many who have an adverse reaction, so don’t try and be tough about it.”

Thorin promised, and they began to cut back the long row of plants, taking the flower stems right down to the leaves and laying them in bundles along the grass verge. Bilbo chatted while they worked, explaining how he liked to dry the flowers and use them for little scented pillows, as his mother had always been fond of them. He said he would make her a fresh one every year, and since she had passed, he made one for himself, and as gifts instead.

Thorin could understand the appeal of such a thing, they really did smell wonderful. He was pleased to find he had no headache at all, only a lazy sort of contentment as they worked side by side in the sunshine. 

“I think that’s all of them,” Bilbo smiled, wiping sweat from his brow. “Shall we sit in the shade for a little while and take a break?”

The pair of them found a shady spot under a tree, and Bilbo laid back on the cool grass almost immediately. Thorin hesitated for only a moment, before he joined him too, though careful to keep a respectful distance between them. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have laid down at all, but it was very hot, and he had grown very calm and sleepy. So much so that it was all he could do not to close his eyes, the sound of the soft breeze rustling through the trees, and Bilbo humming very gently from beside him…

When he awoke, it was well into the afternoon, and he might have felt guilty or worried for wasting the day, if not for finding Bilbo curled up beside him, sleeping soundly. Thorin watched him for a long moment, resting so peacefully, and close enough that, though they weren’t touching, it would take only the smallest of movements to make it so. 

He felt much better for the sleep, it was true, but there was no rush to wake just yet. Bilbo clearly needed the rest, after all.

#bagginshield #bagginshieldtober #bagginshield-tober #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #reshirement #hurt/comfort #fluff #light angst #mostly fluff tbh #conkers-theficwriter #stealing moments moments away

[child-of-the-nights]

You holding them while they fall asleep part 2

Lotr and The Hobbit characters x Reader

Trope: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You comfort them after a long day and they fall asleep in your arms

Featured: Elrond, Kili, Fili, Aragorn, Gimli 

Previous part: Thranduil, Thorin, Legolas, Bilbo, Tauriel

Warnings: mention of near death experience, mention of death, mention of vomit (only in a joke) 

- Gender neutral reader -

Elrond:

It came as no surprise that Elrond worked a lot. You were pretty much used to it at that point. But even if he was busy, Elrond made sure to come to bed while you were still awake to get to spend some time with you. Sometimes he returned to his work but most of the time he slept alongside you.

This night however, he was unable to finish his work in time. He was far too stressed to think and he felt like his head was going to explode. The ring was yet to be destroyed, Arwen, his own daughter, wanted to leave for a mortal man, and to top it all off, Elrond had to look out for his people. The pressure was just too much for him to handle. 

So he sat in his study, staring at the papers yet his mind was elsewhere. Elrond sighed before putting down his pen. He knew that if he couldn’t get anything done then he should probably retire for the night.

Only when he saw you sleeping form on your shared bed did he realise how long he’d been in his study. He attempted quietly sitting down as to not startle you but the exhaustion got the better of him. 

“Elrond?” you asked as soon a you opened your eyes. He sent you a reassuring smile before taking off his boots. After setting them on the floor he turned to you with tired eyes. 

He sighed as he moved closer to you, finally wrapping his arms around your sleepy form. You started stroking his hair as he buried his face in your neck. 

“Is everything okay, melethronen (my beloved)?” you whispered after pressing a kiss on his forehead. 

“Yes, melethen (my love), be at rest now.”

You knew something was wrong but you were smarter than to press a topic he didn’t wish to talk about. 

Elrond pressed a kiss to your neck before wishing you good night. You returned the endearment and closed your eyes. It didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep as you both were exhausted. 

Kili: 

Oh god Kili was just so tired. He nearly lost his life twice, nearly lost his brother and uncle, had to go to war for his home and so on. He just wanted to rest and once everything was over, he finally could. 

He quietly excused himself after saying goodbye to Bilbo and took you with him. You were confused for a second of course; you thought he would rather enjoy feasting with the rest of the dwarves. But Kili had other ideas. 

Kili took you to a quiet room, where he placed something soft on the floor and sit down on it, patting the place next to him. You chuckled as you sat down and he immediately pulled you to the floor. So now you were both lying there. 

He placed his head on your chest and you began playing with his hair. It wasn’t until you’ve been there for at least twenty minutes he finally decided to explain why he dragged you here. 

“I’m really tired, amrâlimê (my love).” he whispered. “This journey was long and exhausting.”

“I know but it’s over now” you pressed a kiss on his head, “and we get to rest for as long as we wish.”

Kili smiled a little as he looked up at you. The admiration and love in his eyes were enough for you to understand that no matter what you have to go through, you will always have each others’ back. Even if that something is war or a bunch of orcs trying to kill you.

He turned his head back hugged you a little tighter. You chuckled and closed your eyes. You could feel how Kili slowly started to relax in your arms. 

Because of how exhausted you were from your shared journey, you two fell asleep very quickly. Of course, people came to look for you but when they saw you sleeping, they left without a word. Fili did end up teasing his brother about it though. 

Fili: 

Even though you’ve been traveling for some time now, you still weren’t anywhere near Erebor. You knew from the beginning that the journey was going to last for a long time, yet you became rather sick of constantly wandering. 

Fili couldn’t blame you for it as he felt the same. He wanted to get Erebor back with his entire being but the journey was so long and tiring. What he missed the most was probably spending time with you. It’s not that you were separated now but Fili wanted some alone time with his beloved. 

After succesfully running into trolls, orcs and literally everything else, he felt oddly relaxed when they could settle down for the night. You didn’t get much of a chance for a peaceful night so he found it sort of weird. 

But he snatched you away from everyone to sit in a quiet corner. You didn’t do much there as both of you were too tired to even talk but you did listen to the stories the other dwarves and Bilbo had to share. Occasionally you would even laugh when the little hobbit said funny. 

“If this wasn’t a mission to get the mountain back, I would simply think we are out here to camp.” you commented. “It is rather cozy if you ignore the fact that we are chased by every being in Middle-Earth.”

“The elves aren’t chasing us.” he shrugged. “Not yet at least.”

“Should I be concerned of whatever you wish to do to change that?”

“Of course not, amrâlimê (my love).”

By his short answers, you could tell that Fili was exhausted so you just sighed and started stroking his hair. You could practically feel him melt under your touch. 

Soon you could hear his quiet snores. You gently pressed a kiss to his forehead as you got comfortable enough to fall asleep. It took you some time (thanks to the loud laughter near you) but you did manage to follow Fili to the land of dreams.

Aragorn:

Aragorn was used to fighting and you were too. No matter if you knew how to fight before you met Aragorn or not, you had no other choice but to learn. Aragorn made sure that nothing would happen to you, of course, but there were powers even him couldn’t protect you from. 

That being said, you traveled around Middle-Earth with him. He took you to a bunch of places. You were able to learn about a lot of different cultures. Especially while you were in Rivendell with Aragorn. 

But constantly moving and fighting did take it’s toll on you. When you finally had time to rest, you didn’t hesitate to do so. Aragorn on the other hand had some other business to attend to. 

While he was out, you decided to take a long awaited nap. You could feel the tension leave your muscles as you lied down. With a sigh you closed your eyes and almost immediately fell asleep. You only woke up to the sound of Aragorn entering the room. 

When you opened your eyes you saw the slouched form of your lover. You were still sleepy so you could barely comprehend what was happening so you just whispered ‘welcome’. After he didn’t respond you sat up and rubbed your eyes. 

“Is everything okay, my love?” you asked and he finally looked at you. Aragorn’s eyes weren’t as full of life as you remembered them. They looked dark and serious so you knew something had happened. 

You reached out for him and he gladly took your hand. Aragorn slowly laid down beside you taking your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to it. After that he rested his head on your chest as he put his arms around your waist. 

“Long day.” he muttered. “But it’s all better now.” 

You chuckled at that as you stroked his head. Aragorn hummed at your reaction before pressing a kiss to your chest. 

“Good night, Aragorn.” 

“Good night, melethen (my love).”

Soon you both were asleep. 

Gimli:

You knew the journey would be long, dangerous and tiring when you signed up for the Fellowship. And you did lose a lot. Boromir gave his life for the cause and that took it’s toll on you. 

Thankfully, Gimli was there to cheer you up. Sure he was a little unsure what to do but a few jokes did the thing. You smiled and laughed, which was enough to satisfy Gimli. That being said, he never stopped. He even got Legolas to share some encouraging words with you. 

But that didn’t make the journey less tiring. When you got the chance, you went to sleep only to be jolted awake by one of your friends saying that orcs are nearby. So constantly running around and killing orcs definitely didn’t help you relax. 

However, no matter how tired you felt, you promised Gimli that you would join the trio on that night’s party. And you did indeed join them; that was until your dwarven lover got beaten by Legolas in a drinking game. You had to drag Gimli away from the table before he could do something stupid. 

Gimli could barely stand on his feet by the time you got him to a place you could sleep at. You laid down, him following you. Not that he had much of a choice, seeing that he just groaned as he landed on your bed. 

You sighed as you pulled him on your chest. He grumbled something under his nose but you didn’t understand what it was. Gimli wrapped his arm around you and snuggled closer. 

“If you vomit on me, you’ll sleep in the main hall.” you whispered as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“I’m not drunk.” he muttered. 

“Sure, love.” you sighed. 

You kept your eyes on the ceiling for a few minutes before you wanted to ask how your lover was feeling but the voice died in your throat when you heard his snores. With a smile, you closed your eyes finally being able to rest. 

#lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #lord of the rings x reader #elrond x reader #kili x reader #fili x reader #aragorn x reader #gimli x reader #elrond x you #kili x you #fili x you #aragorn x you #gimli x you #lotr x you #the hobbit x you #lord of the rings x you

[messandahalf10]

Okay, so this is all I’ve got, and I am struggling so it may stay as only this (cause this isn’t really that good anyway?? lol):

Thorin hadn’t meant for it to happen, not really. He had just felt himself falling, and the feeling had completely and utterly terrified him. So naturally, he did what he always did; he pulled away, he withdrew into his mind where his ever-raging storm of self-doubts and insecurities welcomed him as an old friend. They slid into his mind, twisted his thoughts, spread their oily fingers through his very skin, until he was left facing down what he assumed was simply the inevitable. Eventually, he was going to be seen as he truly was, a burden, and his heart was going to be broken.

In the end, he did what he did best. He left.

And it had hurt, of course it had hurt. But that feeling too he pushed aside, shoving it down deep beneath walls designed to keep even himself out, until he had convinced even himself that he was fine, that everything was okay. He threw himself into work and into spending time with his nephews. And when he did have a spare moment to think about Him, he kept his true thoughts and feelings locked deep in their cage, unwilling to take them out and study them, dissect them, experience them.

They were not meant for the land of the awake and conscious. They were not meant to be acknowledged at all.

Of course, Thorin should’ve known that the carefully constructed lies he had built up around and inside him would eventually unravel and leave him feeling torn open and raw and vulnerable. However, it had honestly never occurred to him that he would be missed, that he would be anything other than swept into the corner of His mind where he would fade away into nothing more than a faint memory and, sooner rather than later, forgotten altogether.

It happens on a seemingly innocuous Wednesday in the middle of a particularly wet February, the day Thorin’s carefully constructed world shifts and tilts beneath his feet. It all begins with a text.

From: BB, 7:36 AM. I know you don’t do Tik Tok but I saw this video and immediately thought of you. Had to share it.

Beneath the words is a link, that Thorin would honestly care less about at the moment. He is too fixated on the wording of the message itself. He feels a throb deep in his chest at the thought that Bilbo was thinking of him. He had no reason, as far as Thorin could tell, to be thinking of him at all. He certainly hadn’t earned that right, and before he knows what is happening, the dam he had so carefully built up inside him ever since that fateful day cracks. He can feel it, fissures shooting out in all directions, weakening the foundations and causing everything to shudder. He can practically hear it in his mind when the whole thing eventually gives entirely, crashing spectacularly and leaving him short of breath.

He stares at the message, unable to decide what to do. He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to demand why Bilbo had texted him, why Bilbo was even sparing him a single, fleeting thought, if his message was secretly a plea for something else. He bites his tongue as his fingers twitch slightly. He curls his hands into fists as he stares at his now dark phone screen, sitting innocently on his desk beside his wrist.

What did he do?

With trembling hands, he reaches out and picks his phone up, thumbing it open. He hovers his fingertips over the screen, torn between replying or watching whatever video had apparently reminded Bilbo Baggins of his ex of seven months.

Based on this text post I had made a little while ago:

“Because I don’t know what you want from me.” He says softly. There’s a hint of obvious pain lacing his tone, no matter how hard he tries to cover it up, lock it away from view.

“Maybe I just want to be friends.” Comes the reply. There’s something there, but it’s unreadable, blurred like a landscape obscured in thick, white fog.

A pause. “And what if I can’t do that? What if there are too many memories there of holding your hand, tasting your smile? What if it hurts too much knowing I’m not allowed to do that anymore?”

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #my work #work in progress #wip #bagginshield #thorin x bilbo #bilbo x thorin

[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Clear Waters (Fili x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2069

A/N ok so I do not like this one as much and also it is veryyy long for me so that's also why. For this one, it is kind of open-ended and I still have not decided who it's for lol, It could be Thorin, Fili, Kili, or Bilbo. Who knows, even Dwalin or bombur. I lovvve being indecisive. so have a surprise and let me know if you have any requests. Enjoy xx

The water swept over me, my muscles taut with strain, but I felt freer than ever. The water was icy, but it soothed me. Muscle memory taught me to savor the moment from when I jumped in the water to when I clambered back on the boat. A few stray waves hit me, rolling me over a bit. I let them roll me, facing upwards towards the sky. I sighed. Bard would be back soon, and he would want me to help him with whatever he had today. Of course, I was more than willing to help. After all, he is the one that brings me out in these waters and lets me have time to myself. I began to swim to our meeting place, one that we both had memorized. I let my body relax, the tendrils of kelp trying to keep me from going back. I willed myself forward, but to what? More scoffing at my ideas, more remarking on how I am not married yet. But I had to.

The waves began to swell, and I smiled. Bard was here to pick me up. Of course, he did the old trick of pretending to almost run me over. I laughed at his antics, he rarely was ever humorous anymore. I hoisted myself up the side of the boat, sopping wet when I realized that he had company. I looked at Bard, who shrugged.

"Lass, you could have drowned! What are ye doing?" A crowd of what looked like 14 dwarves stood before me. They were all staring incredulously, obviously, they did not expect someone to be swimming in these waters.

"I'm just going for my daily swim of course. Did you actually think Bard was going to hit me? You have so little faith in your ferry it seems." I  wrung out my hair over the side of the boat. My explanation did not seem to suit them, but they dropped the subject fairly quickly.

"Now might I ask, who are you?" a voice said quietly. I looked up and faced a dwarf, no, a hobbit who looked very out of place.

"I am y/n, from Laketown. And who are you? It looks like you are a halfling unless my eyes deceive me," I responded.

He fidgeted a bit. He was obviously very uncomfortable. "Yes yes, that's me. Bilbo Baggins." He scooted back to the other side of the boat. An odd character he seems, out of place. Why was he here? I turned back around, tired from all the swimming. I met the eyes of some of the other dwarves. Two of them had a very mischievous look in them. Some were more somber. But one of them caught my eyes. He looked like he was the leader of all of them, even if he did not say anything. He had that air of authority to his figure. I caught his eye, trying to figure out what these dwarves were doing here, but his face did not give anything I way. I leaned my head back against the boat. Breath in, breath out. Slowly my eyes closed, letting slumber take over my willing body.

--------time change hehe--------

Bard shook me awake, motioning to the barrels that were now filled with fish. How long was I asleep for? I shook the last tendrils of sleep off me, and clumsily grabbed one of the barrels. I poured it onto the deck where Bard was pouring one, and a redheaded dwarf rolled out unceremoniously. I gave Bard a questioning look, but he motioned to stay quiet. Well, a time for everything I suppose.

Once we had poured out all the fish, dwarves included, I was free to go. But, after all, I am a nosy person, so I decided to go with Bard. For some reason we had to sneak the dwarves into his house, were they fugitives of some sort? Well, no matter who they were, they were picky, with everything. The weapons Bard offered were "not good enough". Everything seemed to pass by in a blurry haze. Clearly, I needed more sleep. I noticed one of the dwarves seemed to be in pain, clearly trying to hide it. I ventured a bit closer, but Bard called for me to help him with something.

The night approached quickly, and these dwarves were very somber. I walked up to one of them, the oldest one. "Might I ask what is going on here? Everything that I have ever heard about dwarves is that they are jovial, and I have rarely ever seen anyone this quiet," I spoke quietly, not wanting to draw attention to my confusion.

"Well lass, we are not here to stay, and we are a bit behind schedule. Everyone is just a bit tense, as this is very important for everyone," the dwarf said vaguely. "You're y/n aren't ye."

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?"

"Balin son of Fundin. It is a pleasure to meet you. Now I see you are a bit fiercer than the rest and I would like to know if there is an armory here where we can get weapons from. If you do not wish to help, that is fine. However, I can tell you want adventure. Make up your mind soon." He walked away to get some food, leaving me with my mouth wide open. How could he know? How does he know that I hate this place, that I want to leave on journeys? I would drill him about that later, but for now, I must help them.

I murmured some of the plans to Bilbo, who told Balin. Everyone else came to know, and the minute Bard would leave we would be off. Bard would not be happy with me, but I don't care. It's about high time I had something to do other than sitting around or swimming. I needed an escape. As we were all eating, talking amongst ourselves, I noticed Bard hurriedly whisper something to his son and slip out the door, unnoticed by everyone.

I yawned, "Well I think I will be heading off to bed. It was lovely meeting you all." I met all of their eyes, lingering on some for longer. I still noticed the younger dwarf hiding his pain, but I could do nothing at the moment. I left the house and down the stairs, waiting. After about five minutes I heard grumbling from the rest of the dwarves. I motioned for them to stay quiet and quickly led the way. I showed them the window that they could enter once we reached the armory.

"This is the only way in without alerting guards. Be quiet. If anyone of you makes a noise, it is over. I will leave once you get in unless there is anything else I can help you with," I said hopefully. I still wished to leave this dreadful town.

Thorin, the dwarf in charge, muttered some orders to the rest of them and then turned wearily back to me. "We are in your debt. Thank you for helping us," he said grudgingly, in a deep gravelly voice.

I nodded my head and left them, turning around a corner. I stopped though, for I heard them saying something.

"She would have been of use to us. Clearly, she knows a way out of here and we don't." I heard one of the dwarves arguing. I could not tell which one.

"No, she would only hinder us. She is soft, she has never left this village, she would only be a burden." I heard Thorin say gruffly. He wasn't necessarily wrong, but they underestimated me. I could handle a sword, and I would not hesitate in killing orcs. But if I showed myself, they would all not trust me. So I stayed hidden.

"Uncle you don't know that. Besides, think of what use a human might be. They perceive things in different ways sometimes. There's something about her. She would help us, I know she would." The other dwarf spoke.

Hmmm, which ones were his nephews. I thought the injured one was his only relative, but clearly, I was wrong. The injured one's voice was not as resonant as the one that was speaking. I accidentally shuffled a bit, and their voices grew quieter. I could no longer hear them, but it was nice to know that someone wanted me there. All of a sudden there was a huge crashing of metal and a couple of thumps. I fled the scene, knowing that I could not get caught with them. Everyone already was wary of me, I would hate to make things worse for myself.

I heard the shouting of guards as I ran, far enough away that I knew I wouldn't be caught. The town center, that was where they would be brought. I took some shortcuts, so hopefully, I could see them alright. Everything passed by in my anxiety-induced haze. If they mentioned me at all, I was well, screwed. I vaguely heard Thorin shout something, and everyone cheering, but I was mostly looking at the dwarves' faces and made sure they were alright.

Balin looked a bit concerned, and the youngest one was still trying to hide his pain, but everyone else looked joyous. I smiled looking at them. It was the first time I had seen them in a good mood. One of them looked right at me, he was blonde, and he looked younger. I think he might have been the one talking about me. I waved and he dipped his head in acknowledgment.

Everyone was busy celebrating that they were going to the lonely mountain, but I mostly wanted to check on the hurt dwarf. Kili I think his name is. But before I could reach them, the crowd pressed in. Drinks were brought out and I could barely move without bumping into someone. It got harder to breathe. I began taking quicker breathes, trying to push my way out of the pandemonium. My ears were ringing because it was so loud. Finally, I managed to get out, and I sat against one of the stalls, leaning my head back against it. Footsteps approached me, slowly, and I turned my head.

"They are going to bring doom to us all," Bard said hoarsely. "But all anyone wants is gold. Greedy things we are. It makes me almost sick to watch this. Do you want me to walk you back to your house or are you fine on your own?"

"I think I'll be alright for tonight Bard, thank you though. Goodnight." I replied back.

I closed my eyes for a second, listening to the laughter, beer slopping down the sides of mugs, something I have not heard in a long time. It is odd to miss things like this, especially when you don't realize you miss them. Some more footsteps approached me, but quicker, with a skip to them.

"My Lady," the dwarf said, bowing his head.

I smiled in return. "I am certainly no lady. And remind me, which one are you?"

"Ah, but you look like a lady to me. I am Fili, nephew of Thorin. Why are you sitting down when there are festivities to be had?"

"A gentleman does not ask a lady such questions." I retorted.

He gave a sly chuckle, "I thought you aren't a lady."

I laughed, not expecting this from him. But it was funny nonetheless. "Well, you have me there. Now tell me everything about this quest. I am keen to be on one myself and I would love to hear it all."

So Fili told me everything. Where he was born, why he wanted to go, everything. Obviously, some of the ale he drank was at work, seeming to make him more flamboyant than he usually might be. But it was amusing and laughter ensued.

When the music died down and people began to head home, Fili wrapped up his exaggerated tale.

"It was lovely to meet you Fili. I wish you the best of luck on your quest." I said softly. "Please try not to wake the dragon."

He chucked. "It was lovely to meet you as well y/n."

I waved him farewell and walked back to my house. It was always good to meet new people, especially these dwarves. They seemed like they could be so happy if they tried. Well, it is time to settle in for the night.

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Echuio CH. Two

Movie: Unexpected Adventure

Title: The Quest

Words: 2955

Warnings: Mentions of tight spaces (claustrophobia) 

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Translations: 

Vaen - Beautiful

Mukhuh, vaen - Please, beautiful

Miz Kurdu - My heart

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The next morning you were shaken awake by Gandalf. He handed you a pack, a bow, and a quiver of arrows. You took them gratefully and put the pack on your back.

 “There’s some clothes in there along with some rations and extra arrows. Do you know how to ride a pony?”

 “I think so?” You said uncertainly. “I don’t really remember.”

 “I think you’ll be fine,” Gandalf said.

 “It’s real easy,” Fili said assuredly. You smiled at him and he returned it with a grin of his own.

 “What do you wager that the Hobbit will show up?” Kili asked you, taking your attention off of Fili.

 “I think he will,” you said.

 “Ten gold coins says he doesn’t,” Kili countered.

 “You have yourself a deal!”

 “Enough chit-chat, let’s go. We’ll eat as we ride,” Thorin said.

 The Dwarves all grumbled but walked out the door. You followed them after taking one last look at Bilbo’s home, hoping that the Hobbit would change his mind and come along on the adventure. Sighing, you looked forward and fell into step next to Bifur. He was signing something and you furrowed your brows, signing back tentatively. Bifur’s eyes lit up when he realized you could understand him and he started signing earnestly.

 “How’re ya doin’ that, lass?” Bofur asked you. All of the Dwarves were looking at you again and you bit your lip.

 “I don’t know. I just know what he’s saying,” you said. You missed the look Gandalf was giving you, Thorin yelling to the Company.

 “Come on. Let’s go,” Thorin called.

 You had reached the ponies and Gandalf led you over to a beautiful white pony.

 “This is Lady. She’ll be your pony for the trip.”

 “Ain’t you a pretty thing,” you cooed, petting the pony’s nose. She rubbed her face in your hair and you let out a giggle, unaware of a certain pair of eyes looking at you.

 “Would you like some help getting up, Miss [y/n]?” Balin asked you.

 “No, I’ll be fine.” You adjusted your pack and bow before gracefully heaving yourself into the saddle. Looking back, you saw that most of the Dwarves had their jaws wide open.

 “What? Did I do it wrong?”

 “No,” Balin said. “It was just surprisingly well for someone who hasn’t ridden before.”

 “Oh.” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and you looked down at your lap. The Dwarves shook themselves from their stupor and got onto their own ponies. A few minutes later, you were off.

 “What did I say? This was a waste of time,” Gloin said.

 “Use a Hobbit,” Bofur said.

 “A joke,” Dwalin chimed. Right then, Bilbo came running through the trees.

 “Wait!”

 You stopped your pony and looked towards the Hobbit, giving him a wave.

 “I signed it. I signed the contract,” Bilbo said, handing the paper to Balin.

 “Looks like everything’s in order. Welcome to the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, Master Baggins.” You clapped your hands lightly as some of the Dwarves chuckled.

 “Give him a pony,” Thorin said gruffly before spurring his back into motion. Bilbo tried to argue that he could just walk, but Fili and Kili lifted him onto a free pony.

 “Kili, time for you to pay up,” you called to the younger brother, a teasing lilt to your voice. He gave you a faux glare but threw you a small pouch. You shook it next to your ear, hearing the jingling of the coins before putting it in your bag and giving Kili a wink.

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 The rest of the day went by much quicker than you thought it would. You had eaten lunch while riding and only stopped a couple of times to water the horses. It was only when night was about to fall did you stop. Standing up in your saddle, you dismounted and almost fell to the ground. A pair of arms caught you and you saw Fili holding you.

 “Thanks,” you said sheepishly.

 “You’re welcome, Miss [y/n],” he said. “You’ll get used to it. It’s always harsh on the body after a day of riding.”

 His hands were on your waist and they moved up to your shoulders. Testing out your legs, you found that your balance had steadied.

 “Are you alright for now?”

 “I should be. Thank you.” You smiled and Fili nodded, kissing the back of your hand.

 “Of course, vaen.”

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 After you had finished your supper, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You were sitting in between Fili and Kili by the fire and after a few minutes of blinking wearily, you were asleep. Your head fell onto Fili’s shoulder and he looked down to see you sleeping peacefully. Kili saw the predicament his brother was in and laughed.

 “Oh shut it and hand me her bag, will you?” Fili grumbled.

 Kili grabbed your bedroll and spread it out for you but when Fili went to put you on it, you muttered something in your sleep and clung to the eldest brother. Your face was buried in his chest and your torso twisted slightly. Fili’s cheeks were bright red and he was sitting stiffly.

 “She looks uncomfortable, brother. You should hold her right. Or I can if you don’t want to,” Kili said cheekily. Fili glared at his brother and took a breath before hooking his arm under your legs and moving you to his lap.

 “What’s this?” Thorin said, seeing his nephew holding you.

 “She fell asleep on me and won’t let go,” Fili explained, his face still red. Thorin shook his head and walked away Fili looking down at you. You curled unconsciously, moving yourself closer to the Dwarf and he sighed. It was going to be a long night.

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 When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed were the arms around you. When you shifted slightly, they tightened around you. Glancing up, you saw that you were sitting in Fili’s lap and he was fast asleep. The sun was peaking over the horizon and you yawned before laying your head back on Fili’s chest.

 You had fallen asleep again only to be woken by voices. You vaguely heard someone calling your name but you ignored them and buried your face into the soft furs of your pillow, murmurs escaping your mouth.

 “Looks like she doesn’t want to let go,” Kili teased.

 “Miss [y/n], you need to wake up,” Fili said.

 “No. You’re warm. And comfy.”

 “Mukhuh, vaen?” Fili said. “We have to leave soon.”

 “Fine.” You got up and looked at Fili. “Apparently I don’t know the concept of personal space when I’m tired. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

 “You didn’t, don’t worry. I didn’t mind at all.” Fili gave you a grin and you smiled back.

 “If I do cross a line, please let me know.”

 “As you wish.”

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 About a week into the quest, you were riding when it began to rain. It was a light drizzle at first, but then it started coming down harder. Shaking your head, water flew off the ends of your hair and you shivered violently.

 “Do you not have a cloak?” Bifur signed to you. You shook your head.

 “No,” you said.

 “I have an extra you can use.” Bifur turned and grabbed his bag, rifling through it. He pulled out a cloak and handed it to you.

 “Thank you.” Pulling on the cloak, you wrapped it tightly around yourself, trying to get warm.

 You heard Dori ask Gandalf to make the rain go away and when Gandalf mentioned the other Wizards, your eyes widened.

 “There are others like you?” You asked, urging your pony to go faster until you were alongside Gandalf.

 “There are six of us. Saruman the White is the greatest of our order, then there are two blues’. I’ve forgotten their names,” Gandalf said.

 “Who’re the other two?” Bilbo said.

 “Radagast the Brown is one. The last hasn’t been seen for ages. We suspect that they are lost.”

 “Would they be able to help me get my memories back? After the quest is over, of course.”

 “I don’t know, Miss [y/n]. They might.”

 You frowned to yourself, lost in your thoughts when you felt someone take your hand.

 “We’ll getcha your memories,” Bofur said.

 “I know. But only after we get your home back, yeah?” You grinned and he laughed.

 The rest of the time riding was spent in near silence, the rain putting nearly everyone in a sour mood. When you came across some ruins and Thorin said that this is where you’d be stopping for the night, you were grateful.

 Thorin went about telling people what their duties were for the night and when he got to you, Gandalf was gone and a fire roaring.

 “You, Miss [y/n], are going to show me how skilled you are with a bow while it’s still light out.”

 “Alright.” You grabbed your bow and quiver before following Thorin.

 “Shoot that tree.” He pointed at a tree a fair distance away and you got into position before shooting it.

 “Good.”

 Thorin told you where to shoot and you made every shot. He was impressed with your abilities and gave you an awkward pat on the back.

 “You have skill, I’ll give you that. Now that I’ve seen what you can do with a bow, I’d like to teach you how to use a sword,” Thorin said.

 “Sounds good to me. I’d like to be prepared for whatever comes our way.”

 “We’ll start next time we make camp. It’s too late tonight.”

 “Okay.”

 Thorin then left you to gather your arrows. When you were finished, you went to get supper. Bilbo had just gone to give Fili and Kili their share when you came up to Bofur.

 “Here ya go, lass,” Bofur said.

 “Thank you.” You sat down by the fire and ate your soup quietly. Everything was normal until the two brothers came back saying something about trolls and the ponies.

 Everyone grabbed their weapons, Gloin put out the fire, and you ran into the woods with everyone just in time to see Bilbo hanging upside-down.

 “[Y/n], get into that tree and shoot them,” Thorin said. You nodded and climbed the tree as the rest of the Company charged the trolls.

 You took time with each shot, making your limited amount of arrows count. You shot at the trolls hands and feet when they were trying to catch a dwarf, and at their heads when they were running around. When you were down to your last arrow, Bilbo was caught by two of the trolls.

 “Lay down yer arms or we’ll rip ‘is off!” One of them said. “An’ the archer in the tree, get down ‘ere!”

 Carefully, you climbed down as the Company put down their weapons. You were manhandled into a sack and thrown onto the ground next to Thorin. A small cry left your lips when you hit the ground and you just knew that you’d have bruises for a while.

 The trolls were talking about how to prepare the Dwarves when you heard one of them say something about them being turned to stone. You and Bilbo made eye contact and he jumped up. What was coming out of his mouth was complete and utter nonsense but it helped keep the trolls attention away from actually doing any lasting damage to the Dwarves.

 After yelling that you did indeed have parasites in your tubes, you were relieved when Gandalf came to save you. The sunlight turned the trolls to stone and you slumped back, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Wiggling your arms, you managed to get out of the sack.

 “Thanks,” you said to Bilbo. “That was some fast thinking.”

 “It was nothing.”

 “Still, thank you.” You kissed his cheek and grabbed your bow.

 “Come on,” Thorin said. “The cave the trolls used has to be somewhere around here.”

 You followed them to a cave after grabbing your supplies from camp and the smell hit you like a horse.

 “No thanks. I’m not going in there,” you said, crinkling your nose in disgust. You watched as some of the Company went inside and when they came out a few minutes later, Thorin handed something to you.

 “This is for you,” he said. You turned the sword in your hands, admiring the silver of the blade and the sapphires embedded in the handle.

 “A sword? It’s beautiful.”

 “It’s more like a knife, but since you’re so small, it’ll work as a sword for you.”

 “Thank you.”

 Thorin left you and Fili came up to you.

 “You used all of your arrows on the trolls, right?” He asked you.

 “I did.”

 “Here are some more.” Fili presented a handful of them and you smiled happily.

 “Thank you! Hopefully they’ll all fit in the quiver,” you said with a laugh.

 “Let me put them away.” He turned you around and carefully put them in the quiver on your back. That’s when Thorin said something was coming.

 That something turned out to be one of the Wizards Gandalf was talking about the other day, Radagast the Brown. You could feel him looking at you but you ignored it. The two Wizards went to talk and you busied yourself with making sure your new sword was tied tight around your waist and that your bow was in working order. After a few minutes of them talking, a wolf howled in the distance.

 “Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out here?” Bilbo asked, slight fear in his voice.

 “I don’t think that’s a wolf,” you said.

 “No, that’s not a wolf,” Bofur said.

 Branches snapped behind you and you turned to see a giant beast. You quickly nocked your bow and shot the beast in the eye, Thorin and Nori finishing it off with their swords. Another one pounced from the opposite direction. It almost got Thorin but you and Kili shot it at the same time, the beast falling and Dwalin hitting it on the head with his hammer.

 “Warg scouts!” Thorin said. “An Orc pack is not far behind.”

 “Who did you tell of your quest besides your kin?” Gandalf asked Thorin.

 “No one.”

 “Who did you tell?!”

 “No one, I swear! What in Durin’s name is going on?” Thorin said.

 “You are being hunted.”

 “We have to get out of here,” Dwalin said.

 “I agree. Let’s go,” you said.

 “We don’t have any ponies! They’ve all bolted,” Ori said.

 “I’ll draw them off,” Radagast said.

 “They’ll catch you. Those are Gundabad Wargs.” Gandalf’s voice sounded tired.

 “These are Rhosgobel rabbits. I’d like to see them try.”

 Radagast flew away on his sled before anyone could say anything and you found yourself running as fast as you could in the opposite direction. Gandalf was leading you somewhere but it seemed like everywhere you looked there were more and more Orcs.

 Hiding behind a rock, you felt your chest heaving, your lungs not able to get enough air. Your back was to the cool stone when you heard a Warg above you. Taking control of your breathing, both you and Kili shot the Warg and the Orc at Thorin’s command. Both of them tumbled down the rock where they met their deaths from the Company’s swords, but not before they could call out to their friends.

 “Move! Run!” Gandalf yelled. Everyone ran again and when you started to get surrounded, Thorin yelled for you and Kili to shoot them. You did as you were told, taking out as many as you could before Gandalf shouted something from behind a rock.

 “Over here, you fools!”

 You ran as fast as you could, stopping at the lip of the entrance and turning to shoot more Orcs. There was something about the crevasse that made the tips of your fingers tingle, but you ignored it.

 “Go inside!” Thorin said to you. He called for his nephew and Kili came sprinting over. Fili went down before you and you went right after him. He caught you just as Kili and Thorin slid down.

 Then a horn sounded and an Orc fell into the crevasse, Fili pushed you behind him. Your fingers curled around his arm and you didn’t let go. The Orc was dead and after Thorin threw the arrow that killed it to the ground, muttering something in Kuhzdul while Dwalin walked to the end of the pathway.

 “I can’t see where it leads. Do we follow it?”

 “Yes, yes we do!” Bofur said.

 The Dwarves formed a line and Fili stepped in front of you, your hand falling to his and your fingers intertwining. You followed closely behind him, Kili right behind you. When you noticed that the walls were getting closer, your breathing picked up and you tightened your grip on Fili’s hand.

 “Are you alright, vaen?” He asked you.

 “Apparently I don’t like small spaces.” You saw Bombur almost get stuck and your breath hitched in your throat. “Why’d I have to remember this while I’m in a small space?”

 “There’s light ahead!” Dwalin said.

 “Let’s go, miz kurdu. I think we’re almost at the end.” Fili squeezed your hand. You found it extremely comforting and before you knew it, you were out in the open again. Letting the air in your lungs whoosh out, you leaned against Fili in relief.

 “Where are we?” You asked, closing your eyes and letting the breeze ruffle your hair. The air felt like it was electrified and you were finding yourself longing to go down there.

 “The Valley of Imladris!” Gandalf said. “In the Common Tongue, it is known by another name.”

 “Rivendell,” Bilbo said.

 “It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

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Imagine saving Thorin, Fili and Kili using the Juice from the Fire Flower

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Imagine saving Thorin, Fili and Kili using the Juice from the Fire Flower and becoming Queen of Erebor

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You

sighed in sadness, leaning your head against Kili’s shoulder. It had been at least a week since Thorin had fallen to Dragon Sickness. You glanced at the sword that lay next to you. 

‘It is a gift,’ Thorin had said. ‘A gift, to show my love for you.’ 

Tears filled your eyes. You knew that was not the Thorin you loved. You had confessed your love for the Dwarf King in Rivendell. He accepted your feelings and asked to court you, which you accepted. Kili placed his hand over yours. You glanced up at him. He gave you a small smile. Hearing footsteps, both of your heads shot up. Thorin walked up, sword in hand. A light seemed to surround him. You both stood up. Kili took your hand and moved you closer to Fili. 

“Stay with Fili,” he said quietly. “Should Thorin try anything, we will protect you,” he said. You wanted to argue against Kili, but you refrained from doing so, nodding your head. Kili glared at Thorin. “I will not hide behind a wall of stone, while others fight our battles for us!” He shouted. Thorin stopped in front of his nephew. Tears filled Kili’s eyes. “It is not in my blood, Thorin.” Kili said. Thorin’s expression softened. He shook his head. 

“No, it is not. We are sons of Durin,” he said, smiling. “And Durin’s folk do not flee from a fight.” He said. Thorin smiled at his youngest nephew. Kili smiled back, now realizing that his Uncle, his real Uncle, had come back. Thorin gently cupped the back of Kili’s head and pressed his forehead against Kili’s. 

You stepped out from behind Fili. Thorin looked up at seeing you. Thorin smiled lightly at you, but you did not smile back. You had to make sure it was him. 

“What is your name?” You asked. Thorin looked you straight in the eyes, never once breaking it. 

“My name is Thorin Oakenshield.” He said. Tears filled your eyes as you smiled. 

“W-what name do you call me that I always plead for you to tell me the meaning of but you never do?” You asked as you made your way down to him. You now stood before him. Thorin chuckled lightly. He cupped your cheek with his free hand. 

“Amrâlimê,” He said. You smiled back and pulled him into a kiss. You pulled away and hugged him. Pulling away, Thorin faced the Company. You stood behind him along with Kili and Dwalin. “I have no right to ask this of any of you, but will you follow me, one last time?” Thorin asked. Balin stood. Once by one, the Dwarfs of Erebor stood to follow their King. You turned to Thorin. 

“I will follow you as well, Thorin.” You said bravely. Thorin shook his head/ 

“No, [Y/N]. You will stay here.” He said. You frowned. 

“But I want to help!” You insisted. Fili walked up and stood beside Thorin.

“You will be helping,” he said. “You will be helping by being safe. That way, we will all have a clear mind for battle.” He said. You sighed and looked down. You nodded, looking up at the Company. You stepped back, facing the whole Company. 

“If I stay here, you all must promise me something,” you said. You looked over everyone’s faces. “You must promise me that you will all come back to me. Alive.” You said. Dwalin sighed and walked up. Dwalin had always been like a Father to you. Ever since you joined the Company, they had all been protective of you, especially Dwalin. You learned that women were sacred in Dwarf Culture, for there were few Dwarven Women. 

“You know we cannot promise that, [Y/N],” he said. You looked down at the floor, tears flooding your eyes. Dwalin’s hand slipped under your chin, making you look up at him. “But that does not mean that we won’t do our damndest to come back alive.” He said. You smiled. 

“All I ask is that you try.” You said quietly. 

A little while later, Bombur blew the horn and the Company smashed through the wall with a gold bell. You watched form a window as the Company charged. 

“May Durin save you all.” You whispered. 

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What seemed like centuries, the battle field finally went quiet. Someone came rushing in and noticed the sleeping woman, laying on the throne, legs tucked close to her body, sleeping peacefully, well, as peacefully as one could in the midst of battle. The figure walked up to the woman and lay a hand on her shoulder. She jolted awake, only to come face to face with......Bilbo Baggins himself. [Y/N] sighed in relief.

“Bilbo,” she got up and hugged him. The Hobbit hugged back. She pulled away. “Tell me, Bilbo, did they all make it? The Company? What about Thorin, Fili and Kili?” Tears filled Bilbo’s eyes. [Y/N]’s eye brows furrowed. “Bilbo? What’s the matter?” She asked. Bilbo knew the news would crush her, but she had to know. Bilbo cleared his throat, trying to keep it from cracking with sadness when he spoke. 

“T-Thorin,” he mentally cursed at his voice cracking. He blinked away the tears. He looked at the girl in the eyes. “Fili, a-and Kili,” this time, he did not stop the tears. “T-they fell.” He said. [Y/N]’s eyes widened and her breathing picked up. 

“No,” she whispered in defiance. She turned to the side and placed her hand over her mouth to keep a sob from escaping. Her knees gave way and Bilbo caught her, cradling her close to him. Sobs now wracked the woman’s body. “No! Please! It can’t be!” She shouted, crying. Bilbo started to cry with her. At the sounds of footsteps, the two looked up. Gandalf stood there, a look of pity and sadness on his face. [Y/N] looked at the Wizard as more tears fell from her [E/C] eyes. “I,” she sniffed before continuing. “I want to see them,” she looked at Bilbo. “Can you take me to them, please?” She asked quietly. Bilbo sighed and nodded. He took her hand and helped her up. The wizard and the Hobbit led the woman to where her lover and her best friends now lay. 

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More tears fell from your eyes as you looked upon the bodies of your lover and your best friends. They had yet to be cleaned of their wounds and berried.  You knelt down before Thorin. You closed your eyes and kissed Thorin’s lips. Your tears fell upon Thorin’s face, mixing with the dried blood. You then remembered  a conversation that you had with Radagast the Brown. 

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“Uh, Gandalf, may I speak to the young lady please?” Radagast asked the Wizard. Gandalf looked back at [Y/N], who was standing next to Thorin. The two had become very close since the events with the trolls. [Y/N] had been picked up and almost eaten, had it not been for Bilbo’s quick thinking. 

Gandalf looked back at the Wizard in brown. He nodded his head. 

“Of course,” he looked over at the woman. “[Y/N],” he called. She looked at him. Gandalf gestured for her to come over. She did just that. She looked at Gandalf. 

“Is there something you needed?” She asked. 

“Radagast would like a word with you.” He said. [Y/N] looked at the Wizard. He looked at Gandalf. 

“Uh, alone, if you don’t mind.” Radagast requested. Gandalf nodded and walked away, leaving the woman and the Wizard alone. After watching him leave, [Y/N] looked back at the Wizard. 

“Is there something I can do for you, Master Radagast?” She asked. Radagast smiled. 

“Well, my dear, I was hoping there would be something that I could do for you.” He said. [Y/N] tilted her head in confusion. 

“What do you mean?” She asked. Radagast produced a Cordial from within his robes. He handed it to her. 

[Y/N]’s eyes widened in aw. She gently stroked the leather case that the Cordial rested in. The substance inside was a blood red liquid. [Y/N] looked up at Radagast with a smile. 

“Oh, it’s beautiful.” She said. Radagast chuckled. He pointed to it. 

“The Cordial contains juice from the Fire Flower. One drop will cure any that are injured or dead.” He said. [Y/N] took off the plug. A scent, almost that of honey, wafted into her nose. She looked up at the Wizard. 

“Thank you, Master Radagast. But, why did you give it to me?” She asked. Radagast smiled gently at her. 

“I gave it to you because I know that you are close to them, especially one in particular,” he looked back at Thorin. [Y/N] smiled, blushing a little bit. “If any of them should fall, you need not fret, for you will have the power to bring them back.” He said. Just then, a howl rang through the forest.

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You smiled gently at the memory. Your eyes widened in realization. 

“The Fire Flower juice,” you said gently to yourself. Gandalf looked down at you. 

“What was that?” He asked. You looked up at Gandalf. A smile crossed your lips. 

“Radagast gave me a Cordial full of the Juice of the Fire Flower.” She said. Gandalf’s eyes widened and he broke out in laughter, thankful for the quirky Wizard. You ran back to Erebor, noticing that the Cordial did not hang at her waist like it normally did. 

When you entered the throne room, you sighed in relief at seeing the Cordial laying on the throne. You returned to where the bodies lay. You knelt before the three. Balin, who noticed you had returned, looked at you. 

“Lass, what are ya doin’?” He asked. You looked up at Balin. 

“I’m going to save them,” you said. You took off the plug and the familiar scent of honey wafted up. You gently tilted the Cordial over Thorin’s mouth, which was still open. A drop of red fell onto his bottom lip and into his mouth. You went over to Fili and did the same, then Kili. You stepped back after placing the plug back on. You waited in anticipation. Tears filled your eyes. You looked up to the sky. “Oh Mahal, please, please let it work,” you pleaded silently. The whole field was silent, waiting in anticipation. Thorin gave a gasp and coughed, as did his nephews. You rushed over and knelt next to Thorin. “Thorin?” you questioned gently. Thorin’s blue eyes opened and you let out a cry of glee. 

“[Y/N]?” Thorin asked. You giggled and lent forward, pressing your lips to his. When you pulled away, he looked to the side and saw Fili and Kili, eyes open and looking around in wonder. They all sat up. Kili looked down at himself. His wound was completely healed. Kili looked around in wonder. 

“How?” He asked. You held up the Cordial. Tauriel, who had her back turned and head hung in sadness, turned at hearing Kili’s voice. Her eyes widened and she rushed over, pulling Kili into a hug. You giggled and turned to Thorin. He cupped your cheek, smiling. 

“I suppose I must thank you again, amrâlimê. For you have saved my life once again.” He said. You leaned into his touch, tears of happiness falling. He gently pulled you forward, connecting your lips to his. You placed your hands upon his chest. 

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It had been a month since the Battle of Five Armies took place and the Heirs of Durin saved. Erebor had been rebuilt and the Dwarfs of Erebor returned from the Blue Mountains. You 

stared at yourself in the mirror. Thorin had asked for your hand in marriage two days after the battle took place, to which you immediately said yes. Now, a month later, not only was it your coronation, it was also your Wedding day. Dis, Thorin’s sister, was straightening out your dress when there was a knock on the door. Dis sighed in slight annoyance and went to open the door. Dwalin walked in. He froze when he saw you. Tears filled his eyes. 

“By Durin, you look beautiful Lass.” He said. You smiled and walked over, taking his hands in yours. 

“Are they ready?” You asked. Since your father was killed by Orcs, Dwalin said he would walk you down the aisle. Dwalin nodded, wiping away his tears. 

“Aye. They are ready.” He said. 

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As you walked down the aisle with Dwalin, you couldn’t help but stare at Thorin. He was wearing a different crown than the one that his Grandfather used to wear. He wore a crown made of gold with parts of the Arkenstone put into it. 

Thorin smiled at you as Dwalin handed you off to his King. 

“You look beautiful, amrâlimê.” Thorin said quietly. You smiled, looking down. Balin cleared his throat, smiling. You both turned to face him, holding hands. Balin looked to you first. 

“Lady [Y/N], do you promise to support every decision that King Thorin makes?” He asked. You nodded. 

“I promise.” 

“Do you promise to pass judgement before handing punishment upon your people, should they go against the rules set by the King?” 

“I promise.” 

“And lastly,” he looked at you in the eyes. “Do you promise to love King Thorin with all of your heart and remain by his side till death do you part?” You looked at Thorin. 

“I promise to love King Thorin with all of my heart and remain by his side till death does us part.” You replied. Balin turned to Thorin now. Balin asked Thorin each question he had asked you. Thorin responding to each with, ‘I promise.’ Balin nodded to Ori, who brought over your crown.  

The crown was smaller than Thorin’s and silver. The crown also had parts of the Arkenstone placed into it. You knelt before Balin, who gingerly took the crown and placed it upon your head. The crown fit perfectly upon your head. You stood, taking Thorin’s hand and turned to face the people of Erebor. 

“It is my honor to present to you, King Thorin and Queen [Y/N], King and Queen under the Mountain!” Gandalf called out. 

“Shamukh! Hail! Long live the King and Queen!” Balin shouted. Dwalin followed suite, as did the rest of the Company. The room was soon filled with Dwarfs, Elves, Hobbits, in Bilbo’s case, Wizards and Skin-Changers shouting the same words. You smiled and laughed quietly, looking out among the people. You and Thorin then made your way down the stairs and walked down the aisle. As the people bowed to you, you both nodded your heads to them. 

“*Et Earello Endorenna utulien,” you began to sing a song that your mother sang to you long ago. “*Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta.” You stopped singing as you both got to the end of the hallway. You turned and faced each other. You stared into each other’s eyes. Thorin then surprised you by pulling you into a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms round him. The hall immediately filled with cheers. You had your lover with you now. The world seemed as it should be.

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But that was not to last, as you had gotten word that Bilbo’s nephew, Frodo, was to take the One Ring to Mordor, to destroy it. You, Thorin, Kili and Gimli  went as representors of Erebor, leaving Fili and Dwalin in charge in your absence. You, Thorin and Kili decided to accompany Frodo, taking it as a way to repay his uncle for the help he had provided them. 

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//I hope you all like this. If you would like me to make this a series, then please let me know and from where you would like me to start it from. If you would like to request an imagine, feel free to do so. Always remember that requests are open and reblogs are much appreciated. If you would like, leave your thoughts in the comments.// 

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #thorin oakenshield #fili #kili #gandalf the gray #thorin x reader

[lotrfics]

IMAGINE: Kili braiding your hair because you are unable to after an orc twists your arm during an ambush

Pairing: Kili x Female Human Reader

Requested: Yes, by @the0maddest0hatter. So far, this is the longest request I have ever gotten. This is not the entire request, I erased some parts. This was also sent through my messages, not in my ask, so I am unable to copy and paste it here because they sent their request in different messages. Sorry if I mess up your request a bit, I didn’t want to go back to the messages and search for every single detail

Summary: Being ambushed by orcs sucks. What sucks more is when you get your arm twisted by them. It doesn’t help that you have a habit of braiding your hair every night. Kili helps you out, but you don’t know it’s a dwarvish custom for courting

When this is over, Thorin will no doubt pull you aside to begin scolding you how you were foolish to wander off on your own. Your curious nature made you walk around the forest, with the entire company as your friends, they all freaked out then split into groups to look for you.

Unfortunately, their obnoxiousness led to some nearby orcs hear them. An orc sniffed before smirking. “I smell dwarf scum!” But then the same orc smelled something different, that brought confusion to his face. “And... human flesh!”

Meanwhile, Fili and Kili, who were obviously together, why wouldn’t they be, were debating where you could have gone. Both disagreed, they spent more time arguing rather than actually looking for you.

You weren’t really sure whether you should stay where you were so you don’t throw off any members if you leave your spot only for them to arrive right after, or leave to find them yourselves. You were at a dead end, there was the edge of the cliff, and if you took a few steps forward you would fall off. There were many of them, so it seems you could easily find one if you do leave.

But an orc suddenly roared at you, startling you. You turned around to see it about to swing its sword at you, but you managed to duck in time before you could be sliced in half. The orc growled at you, and you two began dueling, trying to best each other.

You heard familiar voices calling out your name, making you stop for a moment. The orc saw a chance and took advantage of it, so it knocked your sword of out your hand, roughly grabbed your arm and twisted it. You screamed in pain as tears began forming from how much it hurt, and the orc cackled.

You screamed so loud Fili and Kili, who were unknowingly the closest to your location, heard. They managed to figure out where exactly you were, and they sprinted and arrived in time to see the orc about to push you off the cliff. Both brothers ran right at the orc, tackling it, and Fili held him down while Kili decapitated him.

“What did the orc do to your arm?” Kili asked, running over to you where you stood, knees bent, holding on your arm as if it was about to get amputated.

You hissed in pain. “Twisted it, of course. How else would I be in pain like this?” You doubted you were going to recover soon. Good thing your dominant arm wasn’t twisted, you still knew how to use a weapon with just one arm, as long as it could be used with one hand only.

Soon enough, the rest of the dwarves plus Bilbo arrived. The hobbit winced when he saw your twisted arm. Some of the dwarves were still confused. Thorin sighed loudly. “At least nobody died. Now put her arm in a cast, then we keep moving. Don’t ever bother wandering off again, (Y/N).” He said, and some of the dwarves pulled out the equipment needed for your poor arm.

-

You sat on a rock annoyed. You were annoyed at the fact that you couldn’t braid your hair, something you always did before you went to sleep. You looked around to see if any of the dwarves were awake and were able to help you out, maybe they could be great at braiding.

Only Kili was awake. He didn’t look tired at all, so you decided to ask him for his help. “Kili?” He looked at you after hearing you call him. “Do you mind braiding my hair for the night? With my arm like this, I can’t braid my own hair. You know I do it every night before I go to sleep.”

At first, Kili was taken aback by your request, but he acknowledged that you didn’t know braiding someone’s hair was a courting tradition for the dwarves. It’s not your fault the dwarves don’t really share their culture to others. He agreed to braiding your hair anyway, whatever you don’t know won’t hurt you or anyone else.

Besides, it would seem like he was courting you by braiding your hair, but because you don’t understand what it actually meant for dwarves, it was a little fun braiding someone else’s hair that only wants you to braid it for no traditional reason.

“You are a human, therefore I am an ant compared to you. Go sit on the ground by that fireplace over there to make things easier for me, would you please?” He said and you chuckled, hopping off the rock and sitting on the ground, right by the fireplace, as you were told.

You stared at the fire and keenly listened to the sounds it would make while Kili took some time making sure your hair was neat. You can’t really remember how much time has passed, you were just interrupted during your thoughts when Kili suddenly spoke up again.

“It looks good to me, I hope you think the same, even if you can’t see it.” He said, backing up a little bit as you stood up. Even if his work looked horrible, you didn’t care, you just needed your hair out of the way while you sleep. You were satisfied enough.

You nodded in thanks. “Don’t worry about it, if it really does look bad, at least I won’t have it on for the rest of the journey. I’ll be letting my hair down tomorrow morning, anyway.”

-

A few days pass, and Kili took the pleasure in braiding your hair every night. You didn’t have to ask him to ahead of time, he would come up to you and ask if you still wanted your hair braided by him. Of course you accepted. You could not help but notice he always braided your hair whenever everyone else was asleep, but you never thought much of it.

Then one night, Kili fell asleep earlier than usual. A few of the other dwarves were awake, namely Gloin, who was the most energized out of all the awake dwarves, so you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to ask him to braid your hair for the night.

You approached him and he looked up at you. “Why, hello there, (Y/N). Is there anything you need?” He asked you.

“Not much, but would you mind braiding my hair for the night?” You asked. All of the dwarves that were awake stared at you in shock. You frowned, not sure what that really meant. “It’s okay if you don’t know how to braid-”

“I am a married man with a son, lassie! You don’t go around asking any dwarf to braid your hair, especially if they are not interested in you!” Gloin said.

You were more confused. You weren’t interested in Gloin at all, why is braiding someone else’s hair considered taboo to the dwarves? Did it have a significant meaning?

“I braid my hair every night, to make my sleep easier, you know? Come on, you’ve seen me braid my hair before my arm got twisted. I’ve had someone braiding my hair for a while-”

But Gloin interrupted you. “And who would that be? I know you have a broken arm, but I always believed humans could still do many things with just one hand.”

“Kili.”

Bofur cackled. “Of course he has been. Why am I even surprised?”

Before you could question was Bofur was talking about, Gloin started talking again. “Obviously, you don’t know much of dwarvish culture. In fact, we much prefer you know nothing about it. But you need to understand why we some of us may find it offensive if you ask us.”

“Braiding someone’s hair is a part of courting tradition. Whenever someone asks you to braid their hair, it means you are interested in them and want to court them sometime. And if choose to braid your hair, then it means they accept to be with you.”

“There is a specific bead, that I know for sure Kili does not have with him, he has no reason to, that specific bead is used to ask someone to marry them. They ask the one they have been courting if they would let them braid their hair, and if that person accepts, the other person will pull out the special bead.”

“Every single dwarf knows what that means. If you are offered that special bead, they are asking you to marry them. You already know how it works by now, girl, if you accept, then they will braid your hair using that special bead.” Gloin finished.

“I can tell he braided your hair for fun, and if he had that bead Gloin just talked about, he would use it as well without you knowing what it truly meant.” Bofur said.

You could only nod your head at this. You didn’t know what to say, you still found it weird how braiding someone’s hair was enough to court someone for dwarves, but you were not one to question it out loud.

-

You needed to know why Kili agreed to braiding your hair the first time you asked him. Did he feel guilty and couldn’t say no? Or did he really want to court you? You couldn’t tell, he can be a complicated guy at times. You found him sitting alone one day, and you took that chance to ask him about it.

“Would you care to explain?” He turned around when he heard you and saw you walk towards him. “You braided my hair when it clearly meant something serious to dwarves like you.”

Kili only shrugged. “I saw no harm in doing it, you didn’t know what it meant and you truly needed someone to get your hair done, anyway.”

“Yes, but you should have still told me anyway.”

“Doesn’t matter. Unless what you feel for me is the same as what I feel for you, then it only matters, in the slightest.” He said grinning at you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, he was always so confident and straightforward.

“Now tell me how it matters, because I like you too. I thought it would be a good thing for you if I did feel the same way, so you can continue to braid my hair, even if you are not really supposed to. That is not to say I am complaining, I think you do hair quite nicely, if you ask me.”

Kili chuckled and pulled out the special bead Bofur and Gloin told you about. You involuntarily gasped, you honestly had no idea where he got that from. “I wonder if you know what this is?” He asked you. You nodded. “I am not asking you to marry me, that is a little early for that. However, I cannot deny this would look nice on your hair. I shall use this on you, despite its secret meaning, it is nothing to you humans” He said.

You sat down on the ground. “You know what to do.” Kili began to get a little nervous, though he would never admit that to you, because if you ever braid a dwarf’s hair horribly, they won’t like it and may possibly turn your proposal down. He reminded himself you were a human, it didn’t matter, but you were the first human, or non dwarf, that he has fallen in love with.

Many minutes have passed and he still hasn’t finished. You were beginning to get annoyed and impatient, you wondered what made him take so long. You understood doing hair can take long, and he wasn’t the fastest, but he was never this slow.

“What’s taking you so long?” You asked, clearly irritated.

Kili sighed. “Perfectionism runs strong in dwarves. I just told you braiding a dwarf’s hair with this type of bead is a proposal. If the hair looks bad afterwards, then they will turn you down.”

You smirked. “I thought it was too early for marriage, eh? If I recall correctly, you said that bead is nothing to us humans, you just wanted to see if it looks good on my hair.” He didn’t respond.

A few minutes later, he finally spoke up. “Done,” mumbled Kili, “I do hope you like my way of doing hair.” At this, you couldn’t help but laugh slightly.

“You have been doing my hair for a couple of weeks now, I supppose? I did like it the first time, you think I would suddenly hate your style all of a sudden? With this bead of yours, it does look much more better than usual.” You said.

Suddenly, Kili randomly leaned in and gave you a kiss, before quickly pulling away. It took you by surprise, it was random without warning. “Why did you do that?” You asked him, making him embarrassed, because he thought you meant why he randomly kissed you.

You really meant why did he pull away.

“I know I shouldn’t have-”

“No. I meant why did you pull away?” You said, interrupting him.

“Oh. Well-”

You interrupted him one more time by returning the kiss. It was as sweet and short as the kiss he just gave you. 

“You should at least let me finish talking and not interrupting me every time.” Kili chuckled.

-

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#the hobbit imagine #kili imagine #kili x reader

[idjitlili]

Thranduil x reader

Imagine being childhood friends with Thranduil, hadn’t seen him for centuries, him finding you wounded in the battle of the five armies as you were apart of the company and you fought alongside them. Thorin,Fili,kili live au.

Word count:1540

You lay there in the mud, near erebor, you had been caught off guard. You hadn’t seen Thranduil since he married his wife, you had left after their engagement was announced. You couldn’t bare seeing the man you loved with another women especially one so beautiful.

You were beyond heartbroken, you became a ranger for many years ,then Gandalf had asked you to join Thorin Oakenshields company, you agreed. Then when you arrived at Mirkwood you went with Gandalf he knew about the chances of the dwarves being caught by Thranduils guards,and he knew of you past so he had allowed you to go with him.

You knew how to defend yourself, otherwise you wouldn’t have been a ranger. You were fond of the dwarves and Bilbo , you didn’t understand Thranduils hatred for them. Dwarves were very kind to you, even Thorin he soon warmed up to you. Sometimes when you did have the ponies , you would give Bilbo piggy back rides. You liked his sass, you knew he wasn’t a skilled fighter so you made sure to help him out.

Which led you to the battle of the five armies. Bilbo was being attacked so you stepped in telling him to run; fighting the orcs off. As soon as you turned around to see if Bilbo had made it off, which he did, you felt the cold iron hit your lower stomach. You had looked down to see the blood spilling ; looking back up to see an orc smirking at you , as you collapsed onto the floor.

Everything went black.

Thranduil seen you save Bilbo, he knew you were with the company when Bilbo had given the Arkenstone. Bilbo had mentioned you helping him get out ; without anyone seeing. Thranduils eye widened at this, he had missed you deeply , it was worse after his wife had died. He needed his bestfriend.

“Y/n?” He had muttered out, Bilbo looked up at the king in confusion.

“Uh yeah, you know her?” Bilbo wondered why you hadn’t told him about knowing Thranduil, he knew you had lived in Mirkwood , but you never stayed why you left.

“Is she part of your company?” He had questioned, in disbelief he didn’t think he would ever see you again. No one knew you had left , not even your parents, you left 99% of your stuff. To start over your life, trying to put your life into keeping middle earth safe.

Bilbo had nodded his head, thats all Thranduil needed to know for know.

When he had spotted you , he tried to rush towards you but the orc had stuck you first. Now Thranduil’s face lit with anger ;as he charged at the orc with his sword. His hair swaying against as he sat upon his elk. He had slashed the orc Th o death before jumping off his elk, to your side. The war was over.

His soft palms grazed your face ,his eyes filled with panic, as he lifted your tunic to reveal your wound. He had gasped at the blood pouring out of your. “You are going to be alright.” He muttered over and over he didn’t know if he was trying to convince you or himself. He picked you up bridal style from the ground, getting on to his elk trying to find a healer.

Instead he found Oin, he didn’t trust dwarves but he knew he didn’t have time to be picky,otherwise you would die. He had begged for help, Oin had ushered him to bring you into erebor. Oin has been about to go into erebor when thrandhil found him. Oin led Thranduil to a empty chamber, Thranduil laid you down grabbing a chair to sit next to you in.

Oin got to work , cleaning and stitches your wound ,you were still out cold. Thranduil clutched his hand, hoping for you. His mind flashed of memories of the two of you, playing in Greenwood forest, playing tricks on guards. He knew he loved you, yet he could never tell you though, his father before he was even at age had picked out his wife. He could not disobey his king.

“Is she going to be okay?” Thranduil asked the dwarf as he finished, Oin had looked up at the king. “She should be fine, if she had lost anymore blood..” he smiled slightly at Thranduil. “Thank you.” He had told the healer as he left.

Thranduil stayed with you for , a whole day not eating or anything not evening shittting. After a whole 24 hours you had woken , shocker at your vister who still clutched on to your hand. You turned your hand to face him “Thranduil?” You said dry throatly.

His head snapped towards you in shock, “y/n. You are awake?” He spoke excitedly, you groaned “no I’m dead, yes I’m awake.” You spoke smiling at him lightly, he ignored your comment bringing his chair closer not letting go of your hand though. He felt you head, sighing in pleasure when you had no temperature, as elves rarely get sick.

“Are you the only who brought me here?” You spoke noticing this was the room you had been giving by thorin in erebor. “As soon as I saw you get injured , I grabbed you then found Oin.” You giggled at him. “Oh so now you know dwarves names but thanks for saving my life.”

He sighed,”I missed you y/n.” You looked away from him, “as did I miss you.” You spoke dry as sandpaper. He frowned at you , “why did you leave?”

“Is it that hard to believe I needed a fresh start?” You angrily spat looking at Thranduil as his mouth gapped in shock.

“Why didn’t you stay for my wedding? Why did you tell me were g-“ before he could finish you interrupted him “first you would’ve tried making me stay, secondly I didn’t want to see you get married.” You mouth still dripping with venom pulling your hand from his.

“Why?” He questioned again you were getting annoyed at him saying why. “Stop asking why already, just drop it.” You go to stand up only for Thranduil to push you down. “You will pull your stitches.” He gestured to your lower stomach, you pulled the fabric of your tunic up to reveal many stitches. You look away quickly.

“Why did you stay?” You were confused why he didn’t go back and led Mirkwood , he isn’t supposed to leave Mirkwood for long time. You thought it was weird he was holding you hand when you woke up.

“Because I care for you.” You spoke simply. , you scrunched your face not believing him. “Bullshit.” He sighed standing up annoyed, “stop being stubborn, you were my bestfriend y/n of course I care for you.” He turned to look at you, you couldn’t bare to be to around him anymore.

You carefully got up ignoring the horrendous pain, walking over to thranduil , who gasped seeing you up, before he could say anything you spoke first.”you want to know why I left? Hm?” You questioned angrily he nods his head. “I left because I love you, I couldn’t bare to see you marry someone else. So now the snake is out of the box leave.” You spoke angrily pointing to your door.

Before you could even react his lips were on yours , cupping your cheeks. You pulled away , still angry “you are married Thranduil. Stop.” You turn away from him , spotting a cup of water on your bedside table , walking to and drinking it.

“She died , giving birth to my son,but I never loved her like I love you y/n.” You turned around to thranduil and gasped.

“You had a child with someone you didn’t love? “ you scoffed at the elven king.

“My father arranged the marriage, and if I wasn’t to officiate the marriage my father would have know, they had scribes Out side the door. My father would’ve disowned me. I had no choice.” He grasped yours hands , you felt tingles go up your arms.

“That’s for the information on your sex life.” You spat pulling away from thranduil.

“I love you y/n, please I always have.” His facial expression softening presenting his sincere attentions.

You could bare to wait no longer you loved him so much, you had been waiting centuries.

“Do you really?” You questioned.

“Yes, I do. So please come home with me and be my queen.” He brought his hand to caress your cheek, you placed your hand over his.

“If I agree do you promise to be friendly with Thorin and the dwarves , team up with him once his again?” You looked into his ocean eyes.

“I would do anything for you, now let’s go together thorin doesn’t kill me.”

“Wait he doesn’t know you are here?”

“Oin told him that you could have no visitors so he wouldn’t know.”

“Oh darn you are in trouble.” You giggle

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #thranduil x y/n #thranduil

[rattyoakenbitch]

The Hobbit: I’ll Wait For You || Thorin x Reader

PART ONE

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Human reader

Warnings: Feels, angst, fluff, insecurity, language, implied smut.

It’s been years. Exactly eight years since you’ve fled Erebor.

Since then, life has never been the same. You thought of The Company, the adventure you’ve had, and of course, Thorin. You wondered how your Dwarf friends were doing, as well as Bilbo. Gandalf had (not by chance) run into you several times. You traveled a lot, never staying in one spot, and he’d always find you. One day, you decided you’d get a move on again after residing in an abandoned cottage for a month or two. So you traveled to Bag End to see your beloved Hobbit friend. Bilbo kindly let you stay with him as long as you liked. 

While you lived in Bag End, you found a job in the pub, and made many friends with the friendly, small people. Gandalf would occasionally drop by and show off his fireworks, which the children found exciting. The adults on the other hand.. not too fond of their peaceful ways being disturbed. 

But you were content with the way you were living.

For the most part, at least.

In the back of your mind, you knew you still felt guilty about leaving Thorin.

You thought of him often. When you awoke, during work, before you slept.

Hoping he was safe, happy, and living his best life as a king.

Maybe he even moved on and married.

Secretly, you were hoping he didn’t. As much as you wished him to forget about you, you still loved him, and you knew he felt the same, as you were his One. Dwarves only love once, after all.

One particular day, you weren’t feeling too good, and had a bad time of hiding it. You woke up late, couldn’t find your day clothes anywhere, and had trouble focusing during work which lead you to being sent home early.

“Uhm, Y/N?” You whipped your head around to find Bilbo, nervously standing by the doorframe. “You didn’t seem too.. Well, frankly, it looks like you’ve been having a terrible time. Is everything all right?”

You sigh heavily. “I’m just kind of.. out of it today. No need to get all fussed up over me.” 

“Not just today, but the whole time you’ve been here. I don’t mean to invade your privacy, and if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay, but I’m worried about you.”

You plop down onto your bed and let out another defeated sigh.

“It’s Thorin..”

“What about him? I thought you haven’t seen him for a while?”

“Exactly! That’s why I’m so anxious.” You felt tears begin to well in your eyes. “I left Erebor for such a stupid reason, and I can’t bring myself to go back and look him in the eyes after what I’ve done. It’s embarrassing and I’ve probably put him through so much grief!” 

Bilbo approached you and sat beside you, 

“As far as I know, he’s been worrying about you, too.”

Sniffling, you ask, “How would you know that?”

“Do you think your run ins with Gandalf has been by chance? Gandalf has been sent by Thorin to find you and report back to him. Doesn’t that tell you something?”

“Well..”

“Y/N, I’m not one to give relationship advice, but it’s better to see him now than wait until it’s too late.”

At that, Bilbo left the room to give you some time to think.

He was right, wasn’t he?

Gods, what were you even thinking? 

You needed to see Thorin. 

***

“Ah, I see you’ve made up your mind.”

Bilbo watched as you picked up your bags and threw them onto your back.

“Bilbo, I’m very grateful for your hospitality and it’s been a pleasure to be able to visit you again. This won’t be our last meeting, I assure you.”

You bent down to hug your friend.

“Of course, Y/N. I wish you the best, and safe journeys!”

***

Thorin’s POV

Eight years have gone by. Each day was torture without her.

If I was over it, I’d be lying to myself.

She was all I wanted, even if I had to give up my position as a king, I would, just to see her.  But I know she wouldn’t want that. Y/N would like to see me happy, living my life as a king. 

I began to grow concerned.

What if she has been lying to me all this time? What if she had found another man? What if all she wanted was my gold, and finally left when she got a hold of it? Dwarves and Humans were not alike. While us Dwarves only fall in love once, Humans have many partners. Although that couldn’t be the case.

Gandalf had reported to me many times about her whereabouts. Always traveling alone, no signs of another companion. 

I had started to grow impatient and doubtful. 

She wasn’t coming back again, was she?

Eventually, I had learned to accept this. She wanted to be free. Maybe she had finally grown tired of me, and left to seek a new life.

Many dwarrowdams had tried to catch my attention. Revealing clothing, lingering touches and stares, and flirting, but none of them had ever caught my eye. I had made a promise, that no matter what, I’d wait for Y/N.

I lied awake all night, alone again. My mind was fixed on Y/N. Her words replayed in my head. I wondered what I could have done so things would have been different. So she could have stayed. Maybe I treated her too harshly? Made her jealous? Whatever I had done, there was no going back to fix it.

In a matter of hours, the sun started to rise over the mountains again. 

Every day was the same routine, and each more agonizing than the last.

Days turned into weeks, turned into months, and eventually, Gandalf had stopped reporting back to me.

I let it be.

As another day came, I arose from bed, dressed in my robes, and made my way to the throne room. I ran into Dwalin & Balin along the way, who stopped in their tracks as soon as the noticed me, staring at me as if I was a ghost.

“..Yes?” 

“Thorin, ar-are you okay?”

Balin’s eyes were the size of a dinner plate.

“Why do you ask?” I grumble lowly, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Have you even seen yourself in the mirror?”

I look into a shiny, clear stone, and almost choke on my own breath at the sight of my own reflection. Dark circles surrounded my eyes, hair was tangled, braids unkept, and skin pale. 

I don’t respond.

“You haven’t been getting any sleep. Take the day off. Fili will watch over the kingdom for you.”

For once in my life, I decide not to put up and argument and agree, knowing Balin was right.

***

Your POV

Months into your journey, you finally made it to Erebor, and immediately requested to see the king. It wasn’t particularly a busy day today, and you were brought to the throne room almost immediately.

When you walked in, you felt like your heart had dropped.

Instead of seeing Thorin sitting on the throne, it was his nephew, Fili.

Although you were excited to see your friend, you feared the worst had happened.

“Y/N?” Fili’s eyes went wide, and he fixed his gaze upon you. “Oh, Mahal, it’s actually you!”

He got up from his seat and ran to engulf you in his famous teddy bear hugs.

You couldn’t help yourself from smiling, despite your worries.

“You haven’t aged a day!”

“Neither have you.”

You pulled away to get a good luck at each other, before you finally cut to the chase.

“Where’s Thorin?”

“Oh, he wasn’t feeling well so he stayed back to rest.”

You felt as if a big boulder was lifted off your shoulders.

“Is it anything serious?” You try your best not to sound too worried.

“He’s just been losing sleep.”

The boulder was pushed onto your back, again. You felt a pang of guilt in your heart, as you knew what caused him to lose sleep.

“Fili, I know he’s resting, but I need to see him,” you plead, giving Fili puppy eyes. He immediately gives in, and escorts you to Thorin’s chambers himself.

After a few brief words, he left you at Thorin’s doorstep.

Okay.

Fuck.

It’s happening.

You’re here.

What now?

Maybe you should come back later.

When he’s well rested.

Or something.

Right?

What if he didn’t even want to see you? Maybe he even forgot your existence. If he did, that would make it so much easier, right? You could just slip away quietly.

You almost had to slap yourself in the face. 

You didn’t come here for nothing. You knew you needed to see Thorin.

Hesitantly, you knocked on the door. You could swear you could hear your own heart thumping right now.

You waited for a few seconds, before the door creaked open.

“Hey,” you whispered, biting your lip nervously.

Thorin had changed. His eyes looked tired, his hair was tangled everywhere, with more streaks of white, and his skin was pale. Was this your doing?

As soon as Thorin’s eyes met yours, his jaw dropped. He blinked several times, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Thorin?”

“No..,” he croaked, snapping his eyes closed. “You’re not real.”

“T-Thorin, it’s me.. It’s Y/N..” You watched as tears spilled down his cheeks.

“You’re a hallucination. You’re not Y/N!”

Your heart shattered as you heard the words fall from his mouth. 

“I am real! Look at me!”

His eyes opened again, staring you down. 

“Is it actually you?” 

“I’m here, Thorin.”

You leaned in to hug him, as he stood as still as a statue. He still couldn’t believe it.

“Thorin?”

Finally, you felt Thorin’s strong arms wrap around you tightly, as if he was never going to let you go.

You both silently stood there, embracing and crying together.

Eventually you both pulled away to get a good look at each other.

“Mahal.. I can’t believe my eyes.. I-I don’t know what to say,” his voice cracked as more happy tears fell from his eyes. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” you whispered, before pulling him in again to collide your lips with his.

You both laid together that day. No words besides the occasional “I love yous”.

Night came quickly, and you never left the room. You stayed beside Thorin, arms wrapped securely around each other as you rested underneath the sheets.

“My love..” he said softly, breaking the silence. “You’re not going to leave again, are you?”

“No,” you answered quickly. “Never again.”

You both kept quiet after that, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

As you felt yourself drift off to sleep, you heard Thorin’s voice.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

#thorin oakenshield #thorin fanfiction #thorin smut #thorin angst #thorin fluff #thorin imagine #thorin oneshot #thorin x reader #thorin x you #the hobbit angst #the hobbit #lord of the rings #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit oneshot

[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Avoidance

Fili x Reader

And as for Fili, maybe reader is super shy and likes him, but he has no clue? Not sure if either have been done or not, I've been reading a lot of reader lately. Love your collection.

Confrontation is never easy. 

Whether it's confronting a rude person, an injustice, or someone you like, it's always hard. 

In this instance it's confronting someone you like. 

Actually, you aren't planning on confronting him at all because even the mere thought of telling him how you feel scares the bejesus out of you. 

At what point you began to fall for him you aren't quite sure, but Bilbo noticed fairly quickly. 

It was around the beginning of the journey when Fili had so valiantly protected you against those trolls that Bilbo noticed your lingering stares and dreamy expressions when you catch his eye, and as soon as he noticed he asked you about it. 

You, being the shy little hobbit you are, immediately denied it and became extremely flustered and red-faced. It made him laugh at the time and told him all he needed to know, and since then he's been a big supporter for you.

He's spoken very highly of you to Fili on multiple occasions, and never ceases to give you advice when you need it on the matter (not that you ever take his advice in the first place). 

It's sweet, but it does nothing to ease your shyness or boost your confidence unfortunately. 

Honestly your shyness is so bad that when Fili tries to talk to you, you usually freak out and shut down completely. Stuttering, stammering, and panicking internally.

Unbeknownst to you, he's quite fond of you as well, but he's afraid that you're afraid of him.

The reason for that being how you quite literally run away from him when he approaches and how you end conversations very quickly after they begin. 

If you knew he thought that way then you would certainly change your behaviors around him, but he hasn't said anything so you just continue on as you are. 

And it looks like we're about to get an example of that now, for Fili is walking towards you and looks like he wants to say something. 

Without missing a beat you begin to look around for an escape, turning your head left and right for somewhere to run off to; but you find nothing. You look back over at the blond-haired dwarf nervously and wave at him weakly. 

"Y/N, there you are. I was looking everywhere for you." 

"H-Hi, Fili." You say in a high-pitched, shy voice. "What do you n-need?" 

He unconsciously sighs at your anxious tone and stuttering, saying softly so as to not startle you further, "I was only worried about you, no one has been able to find you since we stopped for the night." 

"You were worried for me?" You ask a bit too quickly, immediately back tracking after you do, "Uh, n-no, never mind." 

Fili steps closer and places a hand on your lower back, urging you forward back the way he came, "Come along, your brother is growing concerned." 

When he touches you, you start forward and escape his touch even though you really want to stay close, nodding your head quickly, "Okay!" And then you run off.

He simply stands there quietly for a moment, staring at the place you disappeared with a frustrated and slightly sad expression on his face. 

As soon as he came to the conclusion that you're scared of him, he began to act differently around you so as to not frighten you. For example, he speaks quieter, makes sure you know where he is at all times, smiles at you, and even tries to protect you during dangerous moments, but it seems that all his efforts are in vain. 

He kicks the dirt and curses in Khuzdul before following after you. 

---

When you return to camp Bilbo calls your name and runs up to you, a stern expression on his face, "You can't go wandering off like that all the time, you know. You do this every night." He scolds you quietly to save you from the embarrassment of having everyone hear him reprimanding you, but you can tell from how red and angry his face is that he's just about had it. 

"I'm sorry." You mumble, looking down at your feet, "I just needed a minute to myself. I didn't mean to worry anyone." 

Bilbo looks at you quietly for a moment before sighing wearily and pulling you into a hug, "No, I know you didn't. It's alright, just please don't leave without saying something, okay?" 

You nod your head in understanding, then walk over to your things and take a seat in your bedroll. 

When you glance to the side you see that somebody has placed their things and bedroll next to yours, but you don't know whose it is. 

It definitely isn't Bilbo's since it doesn't have any of his fancy things and his is on the other side of yours, but you elect to go ahead and ignore it and just lay down. 

Someone enters camp a minute or so later after you've settled in for the night, that someone being Fili, and Bilbo greets him right away. 

"Thank you for finding her."

Said dwarf nods his head, looking over at your sleeping form with a deep frown etched on his face, "Of course, Bilbo. I only wish I knew why she despises me so." He can't even keep the disappointment from his voice. 

Bilbo almost laughs at his words since he knows it's quite the opposite, but he respects your privacy so he doesn't say anything about it. "She doesn't despise you Fili, she is only shy." 

"But she does not act so anxious or weird around anyone else." He argues back, shaking his head in disagreement. 

Bilbo says no more and turns, walking over to his things next to yours and laying down. 

When the blond walks off, Fili is successfully baffled. 

Why are hobbits so damn confusing?

---

When you wake the next morning, you are very warm. 

Much warmer than you usually are at night, and right away you are alert. 

You sit up quickly and look around, not seeing anything weird like a wild fire, before looking down and seeing that you're wrapped up in two blankets as opposed to your usual one. 

It's still extremely dark out, probably mid-night still.

At first you just stare at the thick covering, head tilted slightly before you look up and around to see who gave you their blanket. 

When you look to your right you see Bilbo, fast asleep and with blanket; but when you look left you're surprised to see Fili not only blanketless but also extremely close to you. 

Right away your face becomes warm with both flattery and embarrassment, and for a moment you sit there completely still and staring at the blond-haired dwarf with an expression akin to amazement on your face. 

After the amount of time you observe him reaches creepy territory, you snap yourself out of it and immediately untangle yourself from the blankets and scoot closer to him, laying his blanket over his body carefully so as to not wake him from his sleep. Heaven knows he needs it with how hard he works. 

Once his blanket is back around him you lean a bit closer and ghost your fingers down his cheek, smiling at the way his nose twitches at the careful contact. 

Slowly and silently you begin to move away from him, but a hand on your arm makes you stop in alarm. 

You look back at Fili with wide eyes but see that he is still sleeping, though his hand is locked onto your forearm with an iron-like grip.

For a moment you do nothing, then tug on your arm lightly in hopes that he'll simply let go.

No such luck. 

You reach down with your other hand and pull on his wrist lightly, but as soon as you touch him he tugs you down onto the ground next to him. 

This situation is quite odd and very flustering, but unfortunately you've been drawn into a position you can't quite get out of. 

The grip on your wrist relaxes slightly, but before you can sit up and flee his other arm locks around your waist and successfully keeps you in place. 

He mumbles something in his sleep that sounds suspiciously close to your name, but you don't dare even think that's actually what he utters while he dreams and holds you so tenderly. 

You're stuck face to face with the older nephew of Thorin Oakenshield, wide-eyed, embarrassed, and at a total loss of what to do. 

You try to push his heavy arm off your waist, but your struggle only makes his hold tighten and him pull you closer so you're now pressed up against him; and once you're crushed to his chest, his chin rests on top of your head. 

If it weren't for the fact that he's sleeping you'd probably be thrilled and just as awkward, but he's not aware of any of it and there will undoubtedly be a lot of mortification on both parts in the morning. 

Once more you attempt to wiggle out of his vice grip, but to no avail. 

At this point you just try and accept your fate, relaxing against him and allowing your eyes to shut despite your mind screaming at you to try and escape some more. 

This is tomorrow Y/N's problem now.

---

That sentiment of last night being tomorrow Y/N's problem has, once again failed you, because the next morning when you're gently shaken awake from what has to be the best sleep you've ever had, it all comes rushing back to you. 

You look up quickly and see that Fili is looking at you with bleary and confused eyes, though he has yet to let you go, and slightly he’s got red cheeks. 

"Y/N?" He questions softly, that same look of perplexity on his handsome features. 

"I-I can explain." You rush out, feeling your eyes begin to burn and face start to move practically on it's own in an attempt to make you look away. "I'm sorry. I tried t-to give you back your blanket last night, b-but when I tried to leave y-you, um..." You trail off and realize that it probably sounds completely ridiculous and unbelievable, and now he will no doubt find you to be a freak. 

A moment of silence passes by before he breaks it, "I grabbed you didn't I?" He sounds embarrassed and when you look up, he appears it too. 

You nod slowly, immediately scooting away when he releases you. "Y-Yeah." 

"I am so sorry." He rushes out, reaching out to touch you before snatching his hands away and resting them at his sides, "Sometimes when I'm asleep I-"

You cut him off quickly and shake your head, "It's fine! We should g-get ready for the rest of the day!" And then you jump to your feet and rush to pack up your things. 

Fili watches as you frantically clean your area with a pained expression, wishing above all that last night would not have happened. 

You're sure to hate him now. 

---

The rest of the day goes on about as awkwardly as you expected it would, for you not only do all you can to avoid him (since you get flustered and shy each time you see his face), but apparently some of the others saw the two of you this morning and had decided to tease the both of you about it. 

When you started crying, though, nobody else said a thing about it. 

Thinking back on how you suddenly burst into tears when Bofur took a jab at you about liking Fili fills you with shame and mortification: because not only does this have to be the most humiliating day of your life, but you also feel like you've completely botched all of your chances with the blond dwarf. 

When you started crying at Bofur's joke he freaked out and tried to console you, saying over and over that he didn't mean it and that he was sorry, and when Bilbo (and literally everyone else) saw what was going on he raised his voice at him and asked what he did to you. 

Suffice to say nobody brought it up again after that.

Honestly you don't even know why you started crying in the first place.

Yes, you are extremely embarrassed about what happened this morning, but it's not like you're upset it happened. If you really think on it, you more so felt guilty for being the cause of Fili being teased by his brother and others and, you suppose, when Bofur made that joke all of your guilt came up on you at once in the form of tears. 

After your water-works Bilbo stayed by you for the rest of the day, telling you every now and then that your crying was not a big deal and everyone will forget about it soon enough, but it does little to ease your upset. 

When it comes time for camp to be set up this next night you end up walking off again despite Bilbo's scolding the night before, just letting your feet carry you wherever.

Eventually you stop your aimless meandering and come to a stop at a pretty stream, the water shining in the setting sunlight and rocks practically shimmering with moisture. 

It brings a smile to your face and you walk over right away, stepping into the stream to cool off your feet. 

You hop around in the running water for a few minutes, smiling and enjoying the freedom of the moment when you hear a stick snap from somewhere behind you. 

Very quickly you turn around, the smile dropping from your face in place of an alarmed expression before you see the very dwarf who has unintentionally caused you so much distress all day. 

For a moment the two of you just stare at each other before he steps out from behind the tree and offers an unsure smile. 

You don't return the smile for your face has begun to warm again, but you can't quite bring yourself to look away from him.

"I'm sorry." Fili states suddenly, his countenance filling with pain and fists clenching at his sides. "I've troubled you." 

His sudden apology surprises you, and if you were at a loss for words before, now you've completely forgotten to speak altogether. 

You continue to stare until you finally manage to form a coherent thought, "I'm fine." 

"No you aren't! You were crying before." He argues, walking a few paces forward so he can stand in front of you on the river bank. 

"T-That was about something else..." You lie, though you don't believe it yourself, wrapping your arms around your middle. 

"Come on now, you know I don't believe that." He sighs and shakes his head, observing you as he continues, "I know you never liked me in the first place, but I promise I meant not to offend or bother you. I-I only wished to keep you safe, be your friend, but all I've done is burden you with fear and the teasing of the others." 

When he stutters you feel your heart pang uncomfortably, and his words successfully shock you. 

And then you realize that he thinks you hate him. "What do you mean I never liked you?" 

"You've always been very skittish around me. Clearly I unnerve you." 

Oh shoot. 

"N-No! I do not dislike you!" You cry a bit too quickly and frantically, stepping out of the water with a splash as you stumble to stand in front of him. 

He looks thoroughly confused now, but he doesn't ask anything and instead waits for you to explain. 

"I didn't realize you thought I disliked you... Oh, goodness..." You reach up and rake your fingers through your curly hair a bit harshly, taking a step back, "I don't know what to say, I just never thought that my behavior would send such a horrible message..." 

"So... you do not hate me?" He asks slowly, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes sparkling with (dare you say) hope. 

"No. What reason would I have to hate you?" 

"Well, this morning is a more than good enough of a reason. Surely I repulsed you." 

Ah, yes this morning. 

"Repulsed? No, not repulsed. I slept wonderfully mind you, but having everyone laugh at you because I wasn't more careful-"

"Wait, you cried because you blamed yourself for this mornings embarrassment?" His voice portrays how flabbergasted and shocked he is, and he takes a few steps closer to you so he can look down at you more clearly. 

"Y-Yes." It's so humiliating to admit. 

Fili reaches down and places his hands on your shoulders, "And you're telling me that you never hated me?" 

You nod your head, looking up at him with a flushed face and nervous expression. 

"And that you aren't repulsed by me?" 

You nod again. 

"So then... I have been worried over nothing?" 

Another nod. 

"Then why were you acting so strange? You never acted like that towards any one else. Not even Dwalin or my uncle, and they're much scarier than I am." 

"I wasn't scared by you..." You state softly, adverting your gaze and instead focusing in on the buttons of his shirt. 

"Well what other reason would you have to act in such a way around me?"

Oh gosh, here's that confrontation you hate so much. 

"U-Um, I... you see it, er, it's kind of... weird." You wish the ground would just open up and swallow you hole, but you have no such luck. 

"Weird?"

You reach up and pull at your earlobe anxiously, nodding your head to his question, "Yes." 

"What could be-" He pauses, then says softer, "Oh." 

Your head tilts down further to look at the ground, and you move your feet to kick at the dirt awkwardly upon his epiphany. 

Surely your face is on fire at this point, and you really don't want him to see that. 

Suddenly, his hand comes down with his thumb pressed to his index finger to rest under your chin so he can tilt it up again, and when your face is turned towards his again you see a smile on his face and a soft look in his eyes. 

"You're taken with me." He doesn't say it like a question but as more of a statement, his thumb coming up to smooth over your cheek lightly. 

"M-Maybe a little." You stutter back, resisting the urge to step away or advert your gaze elsewhere. 

The other hand on your shoulder drops down to rest on your hip, his fingers pressing into your side lightly as he pulls you a bit closer. 

Your eyes are caught up in his wonderful blue irises, and you find that you longer feel the urge to look away or to run off. You're entranced; completely caught up in this weird sort of intimate stare-down. 

His face comes closer and your eyelids squeeze shut, almost as if you're bracing for something when it's just a kiss you're expecting. 

And a kiss you get, but not in the place you were anticipating. 

His lips land on your warm cheek, and the finger smoothing along your cheekbone pauses when he pecks your face gently. 

Your eyes flutter open and you look at him in surprise and, shockingly enough, disappointment. 

Fili pulls away and looks down at you with that same fond and silly smile on his face, his hand coming up to cup your cheek gently. "I don't want to scare you away, now." 

"Y-You won't scare me away." You reply a bit too quickly, internally kicking yourself for sounding so desperate. 

Your rushed speech draws a chuckle from Fili, and he pecks your cheek again, whispering closer to your ear, "You promise?" 

"I promise." 

He slides the hand on your hip up along your side gently before returning it to it's previous spot on your side, a smile brightening his handsome face. He pulls back a bit to look at your face again, and, when he's got a good eye-full, he swoops in again and leaves a quick and chaste kiss against your lips (seeming to test the waters). 

You reach up and awkwardly place your hands on his sides, not quite sure what to do with them. 

When you grab his waist much like he would you, he laughs again and drops his hands to grab yours, pulling them up to wrap around the back of his neck, "It's easier for you if you hold me here." 

You nod your head in understanding and stand up on your toes slightly so you don't have to crane your neck as much, "L-Like this?" 

"You can do it like that. Or, I can do this-" He reaches down and grabs both your hips, lifting your feet from the ground suddenly to hold you up against him. 

"F-Fili!" You scream unintentionally and hold onto him tighter, kicking your feet a bit as solid ground disappears from beneath you. 

"I thought you said I won't scare you?" 

"You didn't. You s-startled me." You breathe, forehead pressing against his gently. 

Instead of answering verbally he presses his lips against yours again and doesn't pull away so quickly, shifting you in his arms a bit so as to not drop you (that would be embarrassing on his part, and painful on yours). 

You hold him a bit tighter when his lips return to yours, but you don't linger for long and pull away after 10 or so seconds.

He looks at you questioningly, and you hurry out another apology, "S-Sorry, I'm just not used to-"

"You don't have to apologize to me, I understand." Slowly he returns you to your feet, though he doesn't step back, "You're shy, and that's alright." 

Hearing him say that brings a small smile to your face, because really nobody is all that understanding when it comes to your timid personality. It feels nice. 

"Thank you, Fili." 

"No, thank you." He replies without missing a beat.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at his words, "F-For what?" 

"This." And then he leans down and pecks your lips again, smiling when you jump slightly and try to react in time. He pulls away though and rubs circles into your hip with his thumb.

"O-Oh." 

All he does is smile some more before mumbling, "It's your turn." 

"My turn?" You question hesitantly, hands resting on his shoulders. 

"To kiss me." 

#fluff #the hobbit fanfiction #bilbo baggins #originally posted on ao3 #the company of thorin oakenshield #fili #fili durin #fili imagine #fili x reader #reader insert #reader #the hobbit #the hobbit bilbo #bilbos sister!reader #shy reader

[the-durin-boys]

Sorry Bilbo!

I’ve been gone for a long time, sorry about that!!

--

You like Thorin. There’s a mutual respect between you and for the past few days (weeks but it’s been on the down-low). You have been pushing Thorin to talk to you more and more, waking up early with him, scooping just a little bit more food into is bowl, offering to take up watches and wash the dishes, and while this definitely caught the attention of the entire company (Bilbo not included) it certainly hasn’t  been picked up by the Dwarf King, one of the sharpest yet most oblivious people you know. And that’s how you started your day, waking up early and gently waking everyone else before Thorin could kick them awake. You then had Bilbo help you make up a quick breakfast and get everyone on their feet and ready to start the day.

Balin was the first to wake after you, and though his eyes aren’t as good as they used to be, he can still see the stolen glances you take in Thorin’s direction, so when Thorin does wake, Balin sits down next to his king, but in this moment, his friend. 

“Are you oblivious or just cruel, old friend?” Thorin blinks, not fully understanding the question. 

“What do you speak of so early in the morning?” Balin sighs and smiles. 

“The lassie. She isn’t exactly being subtle about anything.” Thorin begins to roll up his bedroll. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Balin just shakes his head and pats Thorin on the shoulder before walking away and muttering under his breath, a big smile on his face. 

“Poor oblivious man.”

On the other side of the camp, you’re sitting with Bilbo, taking your time in tying the water skins to your belt, so caught up in your little world that you don’t even notice yourself letting out a dreamy sigh. Bilbo looks at you and quirks an eyebrow, puffing into his pipe as he does so. 

“Something on your mind, (Y/N)?” You don’t even mean to glance up at Thorin, but all you’ve been thinking about for the past ten minutes is how Thorin reacted to being woken up. You had to be gentle, of course (Thorin is a warrior always on guard), so when you woke Thorin up, you had to catch his dagger. Thorin was confused, still mostly asleep but it only took a few words of reassurance and then, for some odd reason, Thorin and his sleep clouded mind tucked his cheek into your hand and gently kissed your palm, saying:

“Good morning, Amrâlimê.” After which he dozed, leaving you with a bright red face and fingers tangled in his hair. As soon as you were able to slip away from Thorin, you had to take a good long while to settle your beating heart and cool your flaming cheeks before you could actually wake the rest of your friends. 

Bilbo’s eye catches yours and he’s quick to follow your line of sight to see Thorin. His eyes move away from Thorin who’s standing with Balin, discussing something or the other, and back to you. Bilbo sputters on his pipe and he stands. You, confused and concerned, stand also, trying to comfort your brother out of his coughing fit, but all Bilbo does is wave the mouthpiece of his pipe in your face. 

“No. Absolutely not. I do agree, and as your brother, I forbid you from doing anything with that man.” You make an offended sound and knock Bilbo’s pipe away from your face. You feel your cheeks flush as you glance over Bilbo’s shoulder and see Thorin looking your way. 

“Excuse you, Bilbo, I think I will do whatever I please, thank you very much.”

“I am your brother-”

“Not my father.” 

“If he was here he would agree with me. You are being reckless and you should have never come, you are in constant danger, and now you’re throwing yourself at some-some-some dwarf who you’ve only just met!” The resounding sound from the back of your hand against Bilbo’s cheek completely silences the entire camp as everyone stares in shock. Bilbo stumbles back into the arms of Ori, but he’s quick to his feet and storms towards you, furious. You don’t back down, puffing your chest and staring him in the eyes. As Bilbo approaches you with determination, Thorin steps forward, quickly placing himself between you and your brother. Bilbo huffs, staring behind Thorin and to you, and you do nothing to hide your vicious glare.

“Bilbo. That is enough. You need to calm down.” You bite at your lip as Bilbo cowers under the mighty stare of the King, and you feel tears pick up in your eyes. 

“Thorin,” You gently place a hand on his arm. Thorin looks down at you, but you don’t look up at him, tears welling. “It’s okay. I was the one that hit him.” You look up at Bilbo who’s shoulders relax at the sight of your tears. “I’m sorry Bilbo.” 

“(Y/N)-” Bilbo steps forward and you take two steps back, quickly swiping up your bag and making your way into the surrounding bush.

“I’ll be back.” 

“(Y/N), I’m sorry!” Bilbo tries to run after you but is stopped by Thorin’s arm. 

“Master Baggins.” Thorin gently pushes the burglar back towards the camp. “I will go after her. I do not think it wise to continue to ignite the situation.” Bilbo wants to protest but he knows that Thorin is right, and that he shouldn’t have said those things to you during your argument, because in all honesty, Thorin is a respectable dwarf who would never do anything to you, but you are Bilbo’s little sister, and he didn’t want you coming for fear of you getting hurt or dying, and now he can see that you aren’t so little anymore and that scares him, so Bilbo just sits down with his back to the company and relights his pipe, muttering angrily to himself.

Thorin, true to his word, quietly follows after you, stepping carefully through the undergrowth trying to find you before something else does. He follows gently in your footsteps, careful not to lose the very angry trail that you’re leaving behind. As he approaches you, he tries to make himself known, as to not startle you when he called for your attention.

“Who does he even think he is? I’m not a fauntling, I make my own decisions!” Thorin hears the distant clack of a rock being thrown, and as he enters the clearing that you’ve sat yourself in, he sees you lob another rock an impressive distance followed by some angry mumbling as you search for another rock. Thorin, despite himself, smiles and picks up a rather interesting looking rock - valueless, but with pretty colors that he thinks you’ll like. 

“Try this rock, I think you’ll like it.” You flinch, startled. 

“Thorin!” You exclaimed. “You scared me!” He smiles. 

“Apologies, that was not my intention.” He offers the rock to you and you gently take it out of his hand, turning it over in your palm. You look it over, but instead of throwing it like you have all the other rocks, you pocket it. “You know it’s not safe to be out here alone.” Your cheeks flush red and you look away from him. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I overreacted.” Thorin hums and for a minute neither of you say anything. 

“If I may ask, what happened to upset you so?” You look at him but don’t say anything, and for a brief moment, Thorin’s stomach twists in fear that he asked a personal question. You haven’t even known each other for long, of course you wouldn’t want to answer that. Mahal, you must be feeling so uncomfortable right now-

“Bilbo doesn’t see me as an adult. He treats me like I’m a faunt.” Thorin almost sighs from relief. “I mean, I’m an adult, I’m capable of making my own decisions! I don’t need him interfering with my life and the choices that I choose to make!” You pause for a second, hand reaching into the pocket with the rock. You fiddle with it for a moment, staring out into the woods. “Like I know that he’s trying to do his best, cause we’re the only family that we have, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t take care of myself. He didn’t even want me to come with him! It’s ridiculous!” You sigh. “I’m sorry, I just dumped a whole lot on you, didn’t I?” 

“It’s alright,” Thorin assures. “Sometimes you just need someone to talk to. Though I don’t think you should have hit Bilbo.” 

“I know!” You bury your face in your hands, the tips of your ears turning a burning red. “He just made me really upset, and I would never even do that! But he was talking about my love life like that’s something that he gets a say in, and I-!” You sigh. “I don’t know. I need to apologize to him, I acted brash and rude, not very Hobbit-like of me at all. Perhaps I’ll bring him back a flower crown. He’ll like that.” 

“Oh?” Thorin looks at you incredulously. “What will a flower crown do?” You seem to perk up at Thorin’s question.

“Oh, well you see, flowers have different meanings, but when you put them together, they can spell out a message like ‘I’m sorry,’ or ‘I love you,’. I don’t really know where to start looking though, maybe I can pick some while we walk, I don’t want to take up too much time.” 

“Don’t worry about time. We have a river in our path, but because of the rain last night, it is probably too swollen to cross. We’ll be waiting around for a while anyways.” You look up at him with big round eyes. 

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you teach me how to make a crown.”

“Really?” Thorin nods.

“A favor for a favor.” You smile up at him, and Thorin feels his heart jump as he returns the affection. “Should we get started?”

The pair of you are out in the woods for far too long, but time seems to escape Thorin as you ramble on about different flowers. He had no idea that they could mean so many things.

“My cousin, she’s a Sackville-Baggins - wretched woman - sent over twenty-four bouquets of orange lilies! Can you believe the nerve of her? Right after I helped her weed her garden too. Apparently, I pulled too many weeds and then her flowers started to die. To die! I had to tell her that that’s not how gardening works, and I even sent over a close friend of mine to help her out! He was very much obliged, but he was sent make in the same hour, and behind him, orange lilies!” Thorin hands you another blue hyacinth, which you take absently as you continue to talk, weaving it into the crown with ease. You managed to find a small field of different flowers, and you were overjoyed, grabbing Thorin by the hand and tugging him towards it to find a spot to sit.

“What do orange lilies mean?”

“They mean hatred. And she sent a lot of them, too. Let me tell you, she was not invited to afternoon tea that day. That showed her. Though she never formally apologized, she did send over one blue hyacinth, which was good enough for her apparently.” You tie off the flower and sigh, looking over the crown. “Do you think Bilbo will like it? I hope he accepts it, I feel really bad about the whole situation.” Thorin smiles gently at you, a smile that you do not see, but that’s okay. 

“I think he will.” Thorin picks a white flower next to him. “What is this?” You set the crown in your lap.

“That’s a daisy.” You gently take it from him, your fingers brushing his. “It means innocence and purity.” 

“And this?”

“That’s a daffodil. It means regard and chivalry.” Thorin lets you take the flower as he picks another. 

“What does this one mean?”

“That flower is a white heather. It symbolizes protection.” You also take this flower, and you take a second to ponder a thought as you look over the flowers in your hand. “Thorin, is it okay if I make you one? A crown, I mean.” Thorin looks surprised. 

“Only if I may make you one as well.” You grin.

“You don’t even know how!”

“Well I do have an amazing teacher here with me, don’t I?” 

“That you do.” And then you set off, Thorin close behind, and yet again, time passes by much too quickly.

“This...is much harder than I thought.” You laugh, bumping your shoulder against his as you watch Thorin struggle to weave together steams. 

“You’re doing great!” Thorin frowns. The flowers are falling apart and the band of the crown is loose. 

“I don’t feel like I’m doing great.”

“You’re doing much better than I did when I first learned how to make crowns. At least yours is being held together, I couldn’t get mine to stay for two weeks!” You giggle as Thorin lets out a frustrated sigh. “Here, let me.” You carefully take the crown from his hands, fiddling with the stems for a second before giving a gentle tug to one, and then the whole crown tightens. “See? There you go, all better.” Thorin takes the crown back from you. He had taken a while picking out the flowers, asking you the different meanings. The colors of the crown clash, but you’ve reassured him many times that the colors don’t matter, it’s the message that he’s trying to convey that matters. The crown is filled with carnations and asters. Thorin thinks that it looks rather simple but you’ve told him that you think that it’s beautiful. Your crown, on the other hand, is one that Thorin envies. 

It’s magnificent, full of different colors, each flower weaving in and out, creating a pattern on the crown so complex that once you think you’ve found it, another one appears. Thorin doesn’t know a lot of the flowers, and he can’t remember most of the meanings, but he does know that he’s going to wear it with pride. He does remember daisies though, innocence and purity, but he hasn’t commented on how many of those are in the crown. He sees the white heather and another white flower, one that you said was a gardenia. You said that it indicates purity and sweetness. Another flower thrown into the mix are the yellow acacias, but you wouldn’t tell Thorin what they meant. 

“Well, I think I’m all done with my crown. May I?” You ask as you lift the crown that you made. Thorin smiles and tips his head towards you, and you gently set the crown on his head, trying not to think about how your fingers were tangled in his hair just his morning. The crown sits heavier than Thorin thought. He straightens out and you look at him with pride, and suddenly, Thorin’s hands are shaking as he lifts your crown. You also tilt your head, and Thorin sets the crown onto your hair, the softness not going unnoticed. You straighten back out and give him a goofy smile.

“Now we match.” Thorin smiles. 

“That we do.” And then everything is quite, comfortable, and Thorin can’t help but think about how beautiful you look, with the sun in your hair and a smile in your eyes. His eyes flick to your lips, soft and full, and he’s leaning down, and then your lips meet his and the kiss is gentle and it’s sweet as you lean into him and the break for air only lasts for a second before you’re connected again, Thorin’s hands finding their way to your waist as your fingers tangle in his hair. His fingers hook under the edge of your shirt, hand smoothing over your bare stomach as his lips make their way to the crook of your neck. He tugs you closer, and you straddle him, settling into his lap with ease.

“Thorin…” You whisper, and it isn’t anything but his name, but it’s enough for him as he gently moves you to lay in the field of flowers beneath him, pushing up your shirt as you unclip his coat. He dips down again to nip at your neck as you tug at his hair and-

“Thorin Oakenshield you get off of my sister this instant!” Thorin is ripped away by the back of his shirt and you yelp in surprise. 

“Bilbo!” Bilbo ignores you as he yanks Thorin up to his feet. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing? To my SISTER?” 

“Bilbo, I-” Thorin stammers as he tries to right his hair. 

“Are you wearing a flower crown?” Bilbo turns to you. “You made him a flower crown? You’re wearing a flower crown?”

“Well, yes.” You hide your face the best that you can in your hair. “I wanted to make one for you, and Thorin escorted me-”

“He ESCORTED you? I wouldn’t call this escorting you at all! You made him a flower crown! A very obvious flower crown!”

“I did make you one!” You look to your side where you left it, only to see that it had been accidentally crushed. “But, um, it - uh..” Bilbo looks to the apology crown that you made him, and then back to Thorin, and then back to you. 

“Does Thorin know what his crown means?” You flush deep red.

“Well, I mean, kind of?”

“Kind of? Kind of?!”

“Well I told him some of what it means, just not all of it..”

“And what does it mean, (Y/N)?”

“It means ‘I love you’..” Thorin looks to you, eyes wide., 

“That’s right.” Bilbo turns to Thorin. “And do you know what that means Thorin?”

“It means that she loves me?” 

“And what do you feel about that?”

“Well I feel that I love her as well.” Bilbo looks shocked, looking between you and Thorin, before finally landing on you. 

“You are so lucky that I came out here by myself.” He turns to Thorin. “If I catch you again, so help me Yavanna. You will treat her right,” Bilbo pokes a finger into Thorin’s chest. “You will love her, you will cherish her, and if you so much as make her cry..” Bilbo doesn’t finish his sentence but Thorin gets the picture. 

“On my honor, I will love her as my Queen, and as my One.” Bilbo glares at Thorin a second more before he seems satisfied. 

“The reason why I came out here was to tell you that breakfast is ready, and the group is looking for you.” Bilbo says as he turns away. You and Thorin share a look before you’re swept up into Thorin’s arms, and you laugh as you throw your arms around his neck. Thorin sets you down before cradling your face into a kiss. 

“THORIN!” You pull away and look over Thorin’s shoulder to see Bilbo glaring at you. 

“Sorry Bilbo!”

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The flower crown that Thorin is wearing means love, secret love, longing, purity, and sweetness.

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[gayferatu]

I hope it's okay if I request a Hobbit imagine real quick! My birthday's coming up relatively soon, on February 14th (Valentine's Day), so I'd really love to know how Fili, Kili, Thorin, Bilbo, Bofur, Ori and Dwalin (if that's not too much) would celebrate their s/o's birthday. I love your imagines, so this'd be a wonderful early birthday present! Thanks so much!

HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY LOVELY!!!! I hope you like it

Fíli :

 Fíli would subtly be trying to figure it out weeks beforehand. Asking around in your friend group or even family members and making them swear to secrecy. He wouldn't settle on 1 gift, he would want to make the day special for you, filled with smiles and small gifts hidden for you throughout your chambers. Small trinkets throughout your day.

 Waking up to him kissing you awake, whispering all the sweetest words to you, a happy birthday between pecks to your lips. You'd find small wrapped gifts by your washbasin, new soaps and hair oils in your favourite scents. Breakfast in bed after you come back from washing up, all your favourite foods arranged on small platters and as you slither back under the sheets, he'll feed them to you, kissing your hair and cheeks and shoulders as you chat about the day ahead. He won't be working today, knowing the best gift would be his presence and time with how busy a Durin heir is but that doesn't stop him from spoiling you with all your favourites today! You will spend a long time in bed before setting off around lunch time, a small picknick outside of the mountain by a herb garden.

 Later, you will have celebrations with your friends and family, and of course the company. Even Thorin takes time from his schedule to make an appearance. Fíli takes your to your chambers beforehand, a new beautiful black velvet gown set with silver lace waits for you there. This gift is more for him, he realises as you wear it, looking resplendent but he hopes you like it anyway. He'll braid new silver beads into your hair, made them for you himself, exactly to your liking and style. You wonder where he found the time, not knowing he's been planning this day for weeks.

 Your celebration takes deep into the night, ale and wine flowing, and you dance with Fíli for hours until everyone is tired and slinks off, the music tapering down and when you find yourself back in your bedroom, he'll help you from your gown, rubbing your tired body gently as your two relax back into the bed for your last present.

Kíli :

 Kíli would be less subtle. He'd have been asking months in advance, accumulating your likes and dislikes from the source. He'd do anything to get the gift you wanted, work tirelessly for it or pay a fortune. But of course, he'd also want to spend the day with you, probably take you out of the mountain early in the morning, perhaps to the woods and soak up the fresh air and sunlight on goatback. He wouldn't be returning you to the mountain until evening, having planned a nice long ride to a hotspring at the other side of the mountain.

 Once there he'll lay out blankets, take out the food he's brought and you'll eat together, joking and laughing, and he'll give you your gift while trading stories and catching up on eachother's lives and jobs, finally having the time for it. He'll have brought cards and games and you play until noon when the sun is high and warm in the sky and you both make way to the hotsprings. Of course it doesn't take long until there's splashing and messing around and competitions of who can hold their breath the longest. You let him win. And then you let him do other things.

 When you return to the mountain you'll celebrate with your loved ones and enjoy the rest of the day, retiring to your rooms with Kíli later, snuggling up and sleeping in late the next morning.

Thorin :

 Thorin would probably make you something with his own hands, a black leather belt with ornate throwing knives encrusted with aquamarine cabochons set in silver.

 He'd have a feast planned for you, half the mountain in attendance. A king throws a party in style, of course. Your favourite flowers decorating the tables, Durin colors replaced with your own likings for the day. There'll be music and he'll commandeer a harp to play you  sweet love songs after getting egged on by Fíli and Kíli but he doesn't mind, really. The smile on your face worth the slight embarrassment of having to perform in front of everyone.

 He'll take you back to your chambers earlier when he notices you tire of the festivities and you two make your leave quietly and he'll give you his gifts there, in private. He'll probably serenade your quietly, his own harp sounding better, his low rumbling tones relaxing you as he sings you to sleep.

Bilbo :

 Oh, he'd be so sweet about it. Planning a more than one party for the day, one for just the two of you, the other later, the whole of Hobbiton will likely be in attendance.

 He'll decorate Bag End after first breakfast and you go out for a walk with some encouragement from Bilbo. Garlands and colorful and nicely scented candles placed everywhere in the dining room, a surprise second breakfast upon it, cooked up in a storm as he doesn't have much time. But he secretly prepared a lot of it already, the night before. Small pastries with jam fillings, sugar cookies and biscuits, decorated with your name and small "Happy birthdays!" in the icing.  Lovely tea with rosepetals and lavender and honey. And a pretty bracelet that he slips on your wrist after you've indulged yourselves with the food, sweet tooth satisfied. Gold and silver chain with a cute carved onyx charm on it shaped like a flower.

 Later, a grand party in the field. Gandalf is there, plenty of fireworks in tow. There's music and dancing and drinking and it's so much fun you actually go to bed exhausted that night, wrapped up in your favourite Hobbit's arms.

Bofur :

 Bofur's a romantic. Not everyone knows it, but he is. He loves to hold your hands and kiss every finger in private moments. Likes to nuzzle your cheek and press kisses to the corner of your mouth, mustache and beard tickling you. He also loves to take you on dates to Dale, walk with you hand in hand from stall to stall, pointing out deals to eachother and shopping. That's how you'd spend this day too, I think. Together, doing mundane things but he's so sweet it will feel like a special occasion. You eat small savory snacks wrapped in tiny parcels in the streets of Dale, drink sweet cherry wine in a small inn, sitting at a table in the back, fingers interlocked on top of the table, just spending quiet, loving time together until later. 

 He'll give you his gift upon returning to the mountain, in your chambers. He mined it himself, he proudly proclaims. A beautiful, football sized geode in the shape of a heart, with sparkling amethysts. He explains that when he found it he knew he had to give it to you, that it was the mountain's gift as well. It's beautiful and you place it on your bedside table, the firelight catching it and making it refract the light on the stone around it.

 There's a party that night, your closest friends and family, the company all there. Dancing, singing, joking and reminiscing. Many tall tales told this night from the mouths of Kíli and Fíli. You all may drink a bit too much. Way too much. It may end with a King snoring on the table, a Dwalin draped over him, nearly crushing him, just as unconscious. You'll remember this night forever.

Ori :

 Oh, Ori. So sweet. Library dates? Library dates. But not today, he'll drag himself from the darkness for you, take you out walking with him, shyly holding your hand. He'll have knit you things. Fingerless gloves with delicate stitches in black yarn. A matching hat and scarf. He'll blush at the sight of you wearing it, happy to have given you things to keep warm with. 

 A small leather bound book finds its way into your hands as well, put there hastily by him, declaring you should read it later, when you're alone. They'll contain little poems about you, haikus and notes, sweet thoughts that he has about you accumulated here in his neat penmanship. Dried and pressed flowers and herbs between some of the pages, sketches of other plants. It's sweet and must've taken a long time to make.

 He probably won't plan a party, but his brothers will pick up the slack. A rented small pub packed with all your favorite people. Ori will stay by your side all night, even shedding some of his shyness after a couple ales, fingers locked with yours as you dance on a merry tune late that night. Giving you small kisses when he thinks no one is looking. Bigger kisses when he's sure about it. And more later, when you drag him back to your room.

Dwalin : 

 Dwalin is practical. He doesn't really ask about your birthday preferences beforehand. Instead when you wake in his arms in the morning, he's already awake and gruffly congratulates you on turning a year older. He'll congratulate you a lot. If you get my drift. 

 His gifts are practical as well, things you needed, and have mentioned to him in the past. Nice to know he cares and listens, right? He wordlessly slips a silver ring with a small white gem onto one of your fingers after, this one a little less practical and more like a promise but he knows the significance of rings to humans and his cheeks feel warm under his beard as though he'd just slipped a marriage bead onto a braid in your hair. It's cute.

 I don't think he'd want to part with you a single moment or share you with anyone today. Celebrations will wait until tomorrow, he had decided and spends all day catering to your whims. No request denied even if you get cheeky with them. He'll just huff a small laugh and do it anyway. Rub your feet, kiss you once, twice, thrice, twenty times. Fetch that quill, and regretting it when you set upon him with it, tickling him. His only weakness that only you know. But he won't mind, loving your laughter and grins and he'll get his revenge later anyway.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! It got a bit long lol

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[middleearthpixie]

In Time ~ Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Thorin brings a seriously wounded Amara back to Rivendell…

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield/Amara of Rivendell (female OC)

Characters: Thorin, Amara, The Company, Kenia, Gandalf, Jassin,

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,535

Khudal Translation:

Maralmizi - I love you

Amrâlimê - my love

Tagging: @i-did-not-mean-to @lathalea @tschrist1

Kenia and Samblar must have heard the hoofbeats, for as Thorin tugged his mount to a halt, they were there, ready as he eased Amara from his arms into theirs. “Take care,” he said, ignoring the looks he received from both Healers, “do not jostle her.”

“We know what to do, Mr. Oakenshield.” Kenia’s voice was oddly gentle. “You can wait for her out there.”

She pointed to the colonnade leading to the Healing Room. He shook his head. “I want to stay with her.”

“That isn’t possible.” Kenia patted his hand, then pried it from Amara’s shoulder. “We have her now and she is in good hands. Trust me.”

He reluctantly stepped back, and for the first time, saw how much blood stained his shirt. Despite the packing, which of course was haphazard at best, Amara’s blood still soaked into his right sleeve, spattered his chest, and as he watched them whisk her away, his knees threatened to buckle.

Despite his stubborn will to the opposite, his knees went to sponge and he sank to the marble floor. For a horrifying moment, he thought he’d be sick, but thankfully it passed as he buried his face in his hands.

A gentle hand alit on his shoulder. “What happened?”

He looked up to see Gandalf standing beside him. He hadn’t heard the wizard’s approach and had rather forgotten they’d left him behind when they departed the night before. “Do you honestly not know?”

“No, I don’t suppose I don’t.” Gandalf sank onto the bench across from the doorway to the Healing Room.

Thorin glowered at him as he rose from the floor. “Did you know about the orc pack?”

“That they’d arrived here?” Gandalf shook his head. “No. That they once again were hunting you? Yes.”

“You knew, and yet you said nothing.” Thorin folded his arms although even seated, the wizard still towered above him. “You let this happen?”

“Elrond knew they encroached and it was why he’d instructed Amara not to say anything.” A heavy sigh wove through his words and it seemed to Thorin the wizard aged right before his eyes. “However, he did not know she had developed feelings for you and would tell you.”

“She was right to tell me,” he countered, irritation streaking through him. “Otherwise we would have stumbled blindly into the middle of it.”

“As you did this morning?” Gandalf retorted, shaking his head. “She should not have said anything. Had she kept quiet, Elrond would have most likely offered up a garrison of troops to escort you.”

“Perhaps he should have but told Amara that as well.”

“She was a fool to take matters into her own hands and defy a direct order from her king.”

“Her king should have been clearer.”

“He owes no one an explanation for his decisions,” Gandalf reminded him sharply. “What happened in that forest is a direct result of her foolish arrogance in thinking she knew better.”

Thorin couldn’t stand there any longer, unless he threw a punch at Gandalf. And since that would be terribly unwise, he began pacing instead. “She took two arrows, you know. Two arrows meant for me. And I will not speak ill of her, nor will I listen to you slander her.”

“Is it? Slander, I mean. Do you not agree she—”

“Enough!” Thorin’s voice boomed all along the colonnade. “I am finished with this conversation. If you’ve nothing to offer but criticism and blame, keep it to yourself.”

Gandalf drew himself up to his full height, which made him taller than any hobbit, any dwarf, any man or elf. “You listen to me and listen well, Thorin Oakenshield, this would have all been avoided, had she not taken it upon herself to defy Elrond’s order. You know this to be the truth as I know it to be.”

“We are finished here.” Thorin whipped about and stalked to the doorway of the Healing Room. He couldn’t see Amara, as Samblar, Kenia, and Valindra blocked his view. Jassin emerged from the terrace and barked orders at the other three, but they were in Elvish and Thorin spoke not a word of Amara’s language.

Bootsteps thundered along the colonnade and Dwalin’s voice rang out first. “What was that all about?”

Thorin turned to look first at Gandalf, then at Dwalin. “It would seem the Defiler had an heir apparent.”

“So, we do this all over again?” Dwalin just stared at him. “What will it take to rid us of them for good?”

“I don’t know,” Thorin growled, shaking his head. “But I will find out.”

“Do not be foolish,” Gandalf broke in, but Thorin whirled about to cut him off.

“Do not be foolish? I’ve had enough of being prey. I’ve had enough of being hunted by this filth. Balog. Azog. And now this—Magra, I believe Amara called him?—I am finished with it all. It is time to end this and end it for all time.”

“Thorin, think about what you suggest,” Gandalf told him, his voice void of emotion.

“I know exactly what I suggest. I will put an end to it.” Thorin glanced around at the dwarves gathered in the corridor, at Bilbo who stood with them. “I know at Ravenhill, I asked you all to follow me one last time. Now, I do it again. And it truly will be for the last time. Will you follow me?”

Bilbo stepped up. “I will, of course.”

Fili and Kili nodded and at the same time, chimed in, “We will.”

Triumph surged through Thorin as one by one, the dwarves stepped up and Gandalf leaned on his staff for a moment, then turned and walked away without another word. Fine. Let him walk away. Thorin didn’t care. At that moment, all the mattered was finding Magra and dispatching him, and the rest of his foul army, for good.

“Mr. Oakenshield?”

He spun about at Kenia’s soft voice. His heart sank, his gut kinked, first at the blood streaking her pale green dress and then at the somber expression on her face. His throat squeezed shut, his, “Yes?” emerging as barely a whisper.

“We are doing all we can, but…”

“Don’t stop,” he told her, shaking his head. “Don’t stop until you have exhausted every avenue and every able body. Please.”

“We won’t, but I thought you should prepare yourself.” Her eyes grew shiny and red. “I don’t think—”

“So don’t think.” Thorin backed away from her, his hand going to the Orcrist’s handle, although the blade remained sheathed. He certainly couldn’t strike down the elf helping Amara. He couldn’t help wanting too, though. Couldn’t help reaching for his sword. It was instinctive. “Don’t think, just go and fix her. And when she awakes, tell her I’ll be back as soon as I’ve killed the filth who did this to her.” He glanced at his nephews, bracing for their reaction as he added, “Tell her maralmizi.”

Both Fili and Kili let out chuckles, while Kenia’s brow furrowed. “I don’t understand that. I don’t speak khuzdal.”

“Amara does.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Kili’s smirk. Ignoring it, he added, “She will know what it means and tell her I promise she will hear it from my own lips when I return.”

“Kenia!” Valindra’s shout rang along the corridor. “We need you! Now!”

“Go.” Thorin nodded toward the Healing Room and as she sprinted off, he turned back to the others. “And we are going as well.”

He didn’t wait for anyone to respond, but turned heel and strode back toward the front of the palace. He was through sneaking along hidden pathways and through foliage and under cover of darkness. He would face Magra head on and wanted the orc filth to get a good look at his face as he learned what happened when one tried to kill one of Durin’s sons. Or the woman one of said sons loved.

But, there was nothing to stop Kili from elbowing him roughly in the side. “Maralmizi, eh? Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t she an elf?”

“Shut up, Kili,” he growled without looking at him.

“I mean, she’s a pretty elf, of course, but… she’s an elf.” Kili nudged him again. “Want to tell us again where you disappeared to last eve?”

“Shut up.”

Kili let out a bark of laughter. “I suppose that answers that.”

Thorin ignored him, marching ahead. He would take far more ribbing, no doubt, and in time, he would also see the humor in it. But for now, he had to focus on Magra, for if he let his thoughts wander, if he allowed himself to get distracted, it would not end well at all and he was determined that not only would it end, but he would be the victor.

“Uncle,” Fili fell into step alongside him, “is that where you vanished to last eve?”

“Yes,” he said with a sigh, “it was. I was with her and before you ask, I’ll not offer up any details, so save your breath.”

Fili chuckled. “I told you once you noticed, you’d see how beautiful she was. It’s only too bad she prefers you to me.”

Thorin shrugged. “She has good taste.”

“Funny.”

“No details? Well, that’s no fun,” Kili pouted.

Thorin shot him a long look. “That is because you are still a boy and have some growing up left to do. One day, you will understand perfectly.”

With that, he marched ahead of them, impatient to face off with Magra. Impatient to be done with everything ahead of him and to return to Rivendell. When he took his leave of the elven kingdom the next time, it would be with Amara at his side.

Everything hurt.

And yet, it didn’t.

Amara floated, at peace, in a warm sea, with the sun shining down on her. Her fingers trailed through the water. She felt as if she could remain there forever, her face to the sun, the warmth weaving through her.

The water went still, became the grass in the sun-splashed courtyard. But then clouds slid before the sun, the skies going gray, then black. Those clouds parted, and overhead sparkled white gemstones of pure starlight.

Thorin was there.

Amrâlimê.

He came up over her, his hair tumbling forward around them to block the moonbeams, and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders before lowering to meet her lips once more. Ever so gently, he lowered himself against her, easing a thigh between hers. She caught hold of the lacings on his shirt and tugged the cord free, then slid her hands down to catch the bottom of it and pulled.

The heavy fabric skimmed along his back, over his head, and he lifted first one arm, then the other, to allow her to tug it from him. She eased her arms about his middle, her hands flat against his smooth, hot back, and pulled him flush against her.

As his body came into contact with hers, fire shot through her, but this was not the blissful fire of desire, or the sensual fire of arousal. This was painful. Agonizing. Pain one fought to get away from, but no matter how she moved, it remained. It worsened. Thorin vanished as if he never even existed. Had she imagined him? Imagined all of it? No, she couldn’t possibly have dreamed him up… he had to be real. The things he’d made her feel, they had be real as well.

Didn’t he?

Didn’t they?

“Thorin…?” It hurt to draw much breath, so his name floated to her lips as a thin whisper.

“Shhh….” A gentle hand came to rest on her forehead. “He is not here.”

“Where—” Her throat was so dry, her lips stung from being chapped. She licked them, drew in as deep a breath as her torn flesh and muscle would allow, and tried again. “Where is he?”

“Gone. He left.”

“What?” She tried to force her eyelids to rise, but they were still so heavy, they refused to open to more than a mere slit. Not that it mattered. They also refused to focus. “Where… what happened?”

“You need to rest.” The voice was so familiar. Soft and comforting, but not very deep. Jassin. Jassin was at her bedside, he lay a cool, wet cloth where his hand had been on her forehead. “So sleep.”

“Jassin?” Kenia’s voice reached Amara’s ears. “How is she doing?”

“She’s asking for the dwarf.”

“Thorin?”

“Yes.”

“He will be back.”

“What?”

“I spoke to him before.” Kenia’s voice grew louder and her hand came to rest on Amara’s shoulder. “Rest, now. He will return before long.”

To Jassin, she said, “Will you fetch more valerian root from the garden? We are running low.”

“Of course.”

A chair scraped along the floor. The soft rustle of skirts moving filled the silence. Then, Kenia’s voice came soft, her lips almost touching Amara’s ear as she murmured, “Your dwarf will return. He said to tell you maralmizi? That you would understand?”

Amara managed to turn her head and open her eyes enough to see Kenia. She smiled. “I do understand.”

“Good.” Kenia smiled. “For I have no idea what I just told you.”

“I love you.”

“Well, I’m fond of you, too, but—”

“No.” Amara laughed weakly, then groaned as fire bounced through her. “That’s what maralmizi means. He loves me.”

“And what about you?”

She nodded slowly. “He knows.” She tried to draw another breath, tried to avoid the fire to no avail. “What happened?”

“You took two arrows,” Kenia told her, lifting the cloth from her forehead. “And before you ask, yes, Jassin made certain they were not morgul shafts.”

Relief surged through her. At least that was one less worry. “Good.”

“So, tell me, what happened between you and Thorin? Did you sleep with him?”

“I am so very tired.”

“Oh, unfair.” Kenia smoothed her hair away from her face. “Promise me you will share when you feel better? And I mean all the details.”

“I promise nothing. But perhaps I will share some of them.”

“The good ones.”

“Kenia!” Amara couldn’t keep the exasperation from her voice, even though it hurt something fierce to do so.

“I know, I am terrible. But, he is so very handsome…”

“He is.” Amara nodded slowly, her thoughts coming slower and foggier now. “So very handsome, indeed. The handsomest dwarf I’ve ever seen.”

“Sleep now. You’ve had a rough day.”

“Kenia?”

“What, love?”

“He said he’d return,” she managed to murmur despite her losing battle against sleep, “didn’t he?”

“He did. And he said to tell you when he did, you would hear maralmizi from his own lips.”

“Thank you.” Amara sank deeper into the soft pillows. She wondered if she was in the same bed where Thorin had lain following his arrival in Rivendell. Perhaps tomorrow she would be able to open her eyes all the way, and perhaps tomorrow they would focus as well.

She realized she had forgotten to ask where Thorin had gone to, and why he’d left. Then again, perhaps it didn’t matter, for she could ask him herself once he returned.

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[long-cosmos-overhead]

I would like to request a Dwalin x Ori x Reader. The reader has had a dream of meeting her soulmate. All she sees is a hand grabbing for her own, stopping her from falling into the darkness. Sometimes her left hand and sometimes her right hand. Never both, it never occurred to her that it was two different people.

You were slipping. The abyss of darkness below waiting to swallow you whole and toss you aside like you were one single pebble in a huge colony residing at the bottom of a river. Your fingers clawed and the Earth beneath you dirt piling up underneath your fingernails. You were falling now. Limbs flailing in the air trying desperately to grasp a hold of anything to stop your fall. Dirt fell beside you almost in slow motion, falling deeper into darknesses eternal slumber until they were no longer Just witnessing a twisted example of your fait made your stomach twist in fear you couldn’t wish to any other.

You were so close to the darkness you could almost feel it’s cold hand wrapping its fingers around you. It was toying with you leaving its grip loose enough for your nerves to eat you alive. Air flew past you caressing your falling body rippling through your clothes and dancing up your skin. Tears spilled from your eyes leaving tracks so cold and rich in raw emotion. Your heart pounded against your chest for what would’ve been the last time before your inevitable death. You were practically touching the dark, your feet moments from being snatched by its gruelling hand dragging the rest of you with it. You closed your eyes unwilling to bear witness of the fall that would break you.

Fingers grasped around your right hand stopping you from falling. The grip so tight and unwilling to let go it turned your fingertips red. The darkness beneath you subsided growing smaller and smaller until it had completely vanished in defeat. It’s cold grip that hovered around you ceased to be present. You wanted to scream out in relief. The fall constricted your bodies every ability so greatly talking was an impossibility.

The fingers suffocating your hand were rough and weathered yet held an amount of comfort it made you feel a way you had never felt before. Somewhat safe and assured but also something deeper something that made your heart pound, not of fear but a mix of warmth and affection. A spark ran through your body encasing you in bliss despite almost falling into the pit of darkness. You shifted your head to peer up a little still shaken you decided not to make big movements.

The hand was clearly that of a man. Short finger nails rimmed with dirt and grime, somewhat muscly; the hands of heavy labour, veins rising against the lightly tanned skin and littered in tattoos of various shapes and markings ones you could not make out yet made sense. Normally body markings didn’t affect your perception on appearance but the ones engraved on the hand that held you were strangely captivating you felt your eyes resting on them unable to shift your gaze. You found them right as if if they weren’t there it wouldn’t look right.

The day following was confusing. Waking up was even more so. You had been so immersed in your thoughts even Thorin threw you a few glances. You barely uttered a word.

“Lass you seem distracted.” Dwalin sat beside you shifting the log you too resided on. The sun’s last rays dipping below the horizon leaving the trees shadows creeping further up the ground. A moment ago one lay atop your foot but had since seemed to crawl back a little. You thought nothing of it, your thoughts quickly wrapping you in a steel grip.

“Just been thinking about some things.”

Dwalin hummed in understanding. He always seemed to be the one to understand you providing quiet support. When you first joined the company you were rather lonely often hanging back with the brothers Fili and Kili. To say you were intimidated by the axe wielding dwarf was an understatement the first time you saw him you could’ve sworn he disapproved of your existence. However, in a short amount of time you became one of the few people he trusted and he became one of your closest friends.

“If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask lass, I’ll fetch you some food you could do with some.” He patted your shoulder and you felt a familiar spark course through your body. You jolted in shock causing Dwalin to quickly remove his hand.

“You sure you’re alright lass?” You looked up to meeting his eyes. The confusion and worry that glassed over his blue ones made you feel a sense of uneasiness. Seeing such emotions were rare coming from him. You swallowed thickly nodding your head unable to form words. His eyes narrowed as if he had caught you out on a lie but whatever he was thinking he dropped for your sake.

“Come let’s get you to bed, I’ll sleep nearby if you need anything.” He offered you his hand to help you rise from the log. Admittedly it wasn’t terribly comfy the bark had scratched into the back of your legs leaving the skin undoubtedly irritated and red. You raised your hand to grasp his but stopped midway. The dying embers of the suns rays fell gracefully upon his hand illuminating his short nails layered in dirt, the way his veins rose slightly above his skin, the toned edges of his muscles reaching up his arm and out of sight underneath his sleeves and finally his tattoos each section of inked skin matching up exacting to the ones you had dreamt about.

Everything was happening so suddenly the links your brain drew fuelled the panic rising in your chest. The shadows growing on you causing your heart to beat wildly against your chest. The deja vu was overwhelmingly identical. Your breathing became shallow and almost rapid. Looking again into the blue eyes of the dwarf you only managed one word.

“Dwalin.”

You were easily hoisted up into his arms. To Dwalin you felt awfully light. He’d never seen you so lost and consumed in your own thoughts that you lost touch with the world around you. He had witnessed people seriously overwhelmed before he took pity on them and continued about his activities however upon seeing you, a brave and powerful women become reduced to your most vulnerable in his arms shook him to his core.

You felt the wind whisper in your ear as Dwalin ran to the area Thorin had set up for the night. Dead leaves and twigs crunched under his heavy boots alerting everyone of your presence. The company drew silent. Thorin had sat upright against the rock he laid on seemingly more awake, Fili and Kili stopped sharpening their weapons offering you a worried, sympathetic look, Bilbo had looked up from tending to the horses his brow creasing in confusion. Bombur had jumped up in fright. Your face was buried in Dwalin’s chest still panicked, the reaction from the company didn’t even hold place in your mind.

“Y/n what happened?” A gentle voice rang from beside you. Ori had been your best friend and fiercest protector alongside Dwalin. He always managed to soothe your every thought that bled you dry with anxiety or anger. Despite being the youngest of the group he still remained grounded and ever so polite no matter the situation. Just his voice simply asking you a question felt as blissful as a warm summers day. The company reeled their heads in a little awaiting the answer to your current state unwilling to pry open your personal thoughts they held their tongue.

“The lass is worn out, Ori, take her to bed and set up our rolls near should she wake and need anything I’ll fetch some food she could do with a little to eat.”

Ori took you from Dwalin’s warm embrace entering you into his. Reality slowly began enticing you back into its clutches. Cold gusts of wind clashed with your shaking figure, subconsciously you curled up into a ball. You were tired. So tired, it were as if you had been conscious for weeks on end. Your stomach ached for food but your body yearned for sleep so desperately. Your eyelids gradually got heavier and heavier until the forest around you transfered from beautiful scenery to a blur of greens and greys. Your body succumbed to the allure of slumber in Ori’s warm arms.

It was the same dream that haunted you. You were falling, quicker than last time. It was as if you grew tired of watching the same scene, the same emotions that you decided to race forward in time. The dirt around you only paused to entertain your vision for a few seconds. You anticipated the cold, malicious hand slowly suffocating you taking your every will, ambition and achievement in its wake and in quick time it came. It was almost more agonising the second time. You fell deeper and deeper into the dark. The shadow crawling up your skin until it had reached your midsection. You drew one final breath.

You should’ve known a hand would catch you right before the hand of darkness grasped you fully. Your left hand ached in pain upon supporting your whole body weight. Your feet swayed upon your sudden departure from falling. The dark pit of fear below shrunk in defeat until it ceased to exist once again. You had to know the person that saved you a second time.

The hand clinging to yours was frail yet firm. Rather small yet masculine. His fingernails were well kept, clean and short. His fingers so thin it made his knuckles protrude outwards allowing them to easily account for the magority of his hands distinguishable features. The hand holding you up was soothingly soft and you couldn’t help but feel familiar with the touch. Despite hanging meters from your death you were pulled into such a rich sense of security courtesy of the contact you were blessed with. You dared to look up just a little more. A blinding white light stole the face of your saviour whisking you back into consciousness.

Your body automatically jolted upwards and you gasped for air as if you had been starved of it all your life. Light beads of sweat populated your forehead while cold chills shuddered down your body. A rough hand clasped upon your shoulder pulling you into their lap.

“Lass what’s been going on with you?” Dwalin spoke his voice softer and quieter than usual.

You couldn’t hold back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes any longer. You clung to Dwalin seeking any sort of comfort you could. His other hand found its way to your back rubbing circles in your skin and easing the painful tension that knotted your shoulders together. Faintly you heard him shushing you, trying to calm your shaking, tired body.

“Y/n?”

Ori questioned beside you. He rubbed his eyes clearly having woken up from the commotion. His hand placed over yours. The feeling was too familiar resurfacing every detail of the horror your mind had conjured just moments ago. You stared blankly at him for a moment almost scared to look down having already anticipated what you would see.

His hand matched each fraction of the one that caught you. Not one tiny marking was out of place.

“Ori I..I..”

It took a while to calm you down; the sun had since risen over the horizon it previously fell below. Finally you fell back asleep again. Ori and Dwalin had decided to leave you to rest a while longer after the company had awoken. Mid morning slowly passed by the suns golden rays hitting your body as you lay asleep now in Ori’s lap. Never once did his grip falter on you. Dwalin made sure of that too, informing Thorin of your hectic nightmare.

For once there was no cold hand constricting you. You only felt warmth and safety laying in the arms of your two dearest dwarves. Some day you’d figure out everything but for now you were happy.

@swoopswishsward I am so so sorry for being so late for this one. Please forgive me I hope I did a good enough job

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[thotinshield]

bagginshield + 20

send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble

Erebor had flourished, under the care of the dwarves, and with the aid of the men and elves, as much as Thorin disliked admitting that fact. But it was near impossible to deny it, as the first winter in Erebor had been a tight fight for their continued stay in the desecrated kingdom. Most of Erebor’s systems that had made it habitable when he’d been a prince weren’t in working order and would take more than a handful of weeks to bring back into operation. 

Were Thorin the same dwarf he’d been before they’d reclaimed the kingdom, he might not have accepted the help from men or from Thranduil. Definitely not from Thranduil. 

Things had changed, though. Namely, in the form of one Hobbit. 

It was always Bilbo’s words that tended to turn Thorin’s mind over issues like this. Balin was as reluctant as he was to make deals with the people that had once watched their demise happen and did nothing to stop it. Much as Bilbo seemed unwilling to involve himself in the politics of a kingdom, he had the talent (or at least the words and wit) for it. Were Balin not his trust friend, his advisor, Thorin very well may have had a place for Bilbo in his court. 

As it were, Bilbo likely would have turned the notion down, if Thorin had proposed such a thing. 

Where they were presently, with Erebor’s systems in working order, most everything about the prosperous kingdom returned, Thorin did not have to worry as much about making agreements with other kingdoms, nor did he have to concern himself with bringing issues to his burglar, in hopes that he might arrive at a conclusion Thorin could not reach on his own. 

Bilbo had always been good at that. 

Bilbo, who was... was... at the moment, laid up in a bed, and hadn’t woken for over a week. 

Thorin clenched his hand into a fist as he paced in front of the door to the suite. The last week had been a swarm of anger resting in his chest, in his heart, from the moment that Bofur and Bifur had rushed into the middle of court with such looks on their face that Thorin had swept himself up from the throne without a second thought. 

Because someone had tried to kill Bilbo. 

He’d vowed to find out who had attempted something so treasonous, but the past week hadn’t yielded anything fruitful. There were too many dwarves in the mine shafts and questioning all of them would take too long to determine. Besides, most of them, as far as Thorin knew, would have no reason to hold any malicious intent towards the hobbit. Bilbo’s name had never been taken in vain, when it came to the events around the Arkenstone. Every dwarf knew that Thorin had forgiven Bilbo, had heard the tale of Bilbo’s actions, and that he had been deemed just in those actions. 

Bilbo had only meant to save their kingdom. 

Thorin drew himself out of his thoughts, releasing his hand from the fist he’d curled it into, and ran his hand through his hair. 

Were Bilbo here, all of this would likely be solved quickly. Bilbo was the only one who held the answers to what had happened, but he couldn’t give them to Thorin, not like this... not laid up in bed, unresponsive, and Mahal knew how long he’d be like that. 

He feared the worst. Falls into the mine shafts rarely resulted in anything good. 

Thorin gave up his inner debate then, about whether or not he should enter the suite, and pushed open the doors. It was dark inside the suite, as Thorin thought it should be, as to not disturb Bilbo’s rest. He wished for the hobbit to wake naturally, to feel well when he woke, and to know he was safe somewhere he could trust. The familiarity of the suites would provide that, or Thorin hoped they might. 

He lingered, for a moment, in the doorway before he strode across the room and pushed open the doors into the bedroom of the suite. Dark as the rest of the suite, but Thorin could navigate the room without any light. The advantage of being a dwarf, he supposed. Bilbo lay in the bed, and though he looked peaceful, the sight of him like this only made his chest swell with that anger from the past week. 

There was an ever-present chair next to the side of Bilbo’s bed, which Thorin sat down in. Always, he found this difficult. Whenever Thorin came in here, he thought, perhaps, his presence might stir the hobbit from his slumber. 

It didn’t. It hadn’t, yet. 

But something Thorin had learned from Bilbo was hope. 

“You need to wake up because I cannot do this without you,” Thorin said softly, staring hard at Bilbo’s relaxed face.

He reached out, resting his hand on top of Bilbo’s, for the comfort of feeling him there. His hand was not as warm as it should have been, though it still felt warmer than if he were.. if he were... Thorin could not bear to think about it. 

“I know you must think me a fool,” Thorin murmured, brushing his thumb against the back of Bilbo’s hand. “I should be able to do this all, I was raised for this, but I... I spent much of my life leading a people without a purpose as grand as ruling a kingdom. There is so much that I do not understand how to navigate it all, but when you are there, at my side, I... I find that it is less of a headache.”

Thorin bowed his head, stroking Bilbo’s hand as he thought over what he could do. There was nothing he could do to wake Bilbo. Oin had already tried several medical methods and none of them had yielded any results. 

“I do not know when this happened, Bilbo... when I found that I could not go on without you.” Thorin sighed, lifting his head up to watch Bilbo’s face, for anything. “What sort of king am I? That I cannot rule my own kingdom without you there?” 

For a moment, Thorin closed his eyes. He had not spoken of his feelings to Bilbo before. It was a subject fraught with tension, something that he did not feel he had any right to lay claim to. Bilbo would be happy in Erebor, that much he would make sure of, but it would never be with Thorin. How could it be, after what he had done to Bilbo? 

There was a flutter of a touch against Thorin’s hand, small enough that he dismissed it as nothing but the own shifting of his hand.   

“Are you really giving me a deathbed confession?” Bilbo’s voice, weak but wry as it always was, forced the opening of Thorin’s eyes. “I thought we were done with those.” 

“Bilbo!”

“Not so loud,” Bilbo groused, his eyes squinted towards Thorin in the dark. His hand, under Thorin’s, was slow to move, but he skated his fingers against Thorin’s, as though he were trying to grab the dwarf’s hand in his. “Why is it so dark in here?”

“Hang on,” Thorin stood, though reluctant to let his hand slip from the barely-there grip of Bilbo’s. He rushed over to the side table, lighting a candle so that Bilbo could see in the dark. “My apologies, I did not wish you to be disturbed by any light.”

“Hm,” Bilbo made a noise and tried to push himself up. Thorin rushed over, staying him with his hands on his shoulders. Bilbo shot him a glare. “I am not an invalid, Thorin, thank you, but do... ugh, why do I feel like I’ve been asleep for days?” 

“You have been... asleep for a week,” Thorin said, dropping his hands while Bilbo settled himself back against the pillows, though he sat up now. “Do you not... remember?” 

“Remember?” Bilbo huffed as he looked around the room. His shoulders relaxed, which Thorin hoped meant he recognized the room and felt at least safe. “What is there to remember? I was... on my way to...” His brow furrowed and he looked at Bilbo. “Why can I not remember?” 

“It is alright,” Thorin tried to soothe him, his hand shooting to rest on Bilbo’s without a thought. “You will remember when you are more awake. Oin said this happens with head injuries.”

“Oh, that is just wonderful,” Bilbo grumbled. “I cannot remember what happened, but I have a head injury?” 

“Aye,” Thorin squeezed Bilbo’s hand, and then his eyes darted down as he realized what he’d done. He meant to pull his hand away, but Bilbo’s hand caught his before he could. When Thorin looked up to meet his gaze, Bilbo’s eyes were turned away. 

“Did you mean what you said?” 

“... which part?” Thorin could feel another emotion building in his chest, but he wasn’t sure if it was one he wanted to feel. 

“Do you truly believe that you could not go on without me?” Bilbo did not meet his eyes, though his hand held true and tight. “Thorin, you...”

“Yes,” Thorin swallowed, keeping his eyes locked on the profile of Bilbo’s face. “I know you are my... friend, but I cannot help it. I would do anything so that you would remain in Erebor. Whoever you wish to spend your life with, you would have my blessing, so long as... as long as you might grant me the benefit of your continued friendship.”

“You say the most ridiculous things,” Bilbo said, a soft sigh in his voice, but Thorin caught the echo of a smile. “Foolish dwarf.”

Thorin straightened up. “Bilbo--”

“What would an old hobbit like me do here? I am afraid that my skills are rather limited, and I do not believe you require the assistance of a thief, considering the position that you gave Nori.”

“I... you need not stay, of course, I would never keep you here--”

“Though, I suppose, if there was a certain dwarf that felt he needed my help, however that might be, I would not be inclined to leave.” Bilbo met Thorin’s gaze then, his eyes soft. 

There was nothing more to be said, after that, though Thorin might have argued he had more to say, but anything that he might have wished to say was drowned out when Bilbo yanked him into a kiss. 

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