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harrypoppinss · 1 year
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How the Dwarfs show PDA
Thorins company x gn!reader
Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut
Thorin
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Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.
Fíli
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Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.
Kíli
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This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.
Dwalin
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Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.
Bofur
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Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.
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deadlymistletoe · 11 months
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Misty Mountains
Pairing: Thorin x Reader
Genre: Light romance/fluff
Description: Throin helps you get back to sleep when you wake up from a nightmare while he’s on watch.
Warnings: None
Word count: 717
Your blanket fell to your waist as you jolted up from your bedroll, breathing heavily.
As your eyes adjusted to your surroundings you groaned quietly, rubbing your face with your hands.
Ever since you’d heard the orcs and wargs shrieking in the night, you’d been on edge. Fili and Kili’s story hadn’t helped matters, although thankfully Thorin had shut that down quickly.
Knowing you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep easily, you pushed your blanket off your legs and stood up, stretching silently before you began weaving your way through the sleeping dwarves and towards the small fire at the mouth of the cave, careful not to step on anyone.
You doubted Thorin would be happy if everyone woke in a panic because you’d taken a tumble onto one of them.
You sighed silently. Thorin.
Despite the dwarf king's grouchiness and stubborn manner your attention had been drawn to him from the first time you met him, the unimpressed expression he’d worn as Gandalf announced you’d be coming was still etched in your brain as clearly as if it had only just happened.
Still, you liked to think-or hope-that he’d warmed up to you by now. It certainly seemed like it sometimes before he’d say something in that grouchy tone and it felt like you were back to square one.
Or maybe you were just delusional and imagined the tiny smiles you thought he gave you before turning away when you caught his gaze.
Speaking of, when you reached the mouth of the cave Thorin, who sat against the wall on his bedroll keeping watch, was already looking at you.
When he caught your gaze he raised an eyebrow in question.
“Couldn’t sleep.” You mumbled, holding your hands out to the fire, hoping to warm them on the dying flame.
“Nightmares?” His voice was low, quiet enough not to wake the others.
You gave a slight nod. Were you really that easy to read?
Again, as if reading your thoughts, he spoke. “Everyone has them. I’m not surprised after that story Fili and Kili told.” He shook his head in exasperation.
You were both silent for a moment before he murmured your name, drawing your attention again. “Come here.”
What?
He beckoned you towards him again, and you stepped away from the fire, stopping in front of the dwarf on the ground in front of you. 
“Sit down.” 
You blinked.
When you made no move to do as he said, Thorin reached up and took your hand, tugging you down to sit with him.
“Thorin, what-” Your cheeks flamed, and you were glad it was night as the dwarf maneuvered you so that you leant against him, head on his chest, fur coat soft against your cheek.
“Try to sleep. You need your rest.” You tried to keep your breathing steady as you felt his arm around you, holding you securely, but comfortably against him while his chest rumbled slightly under you when he spoke.
You hesitated to close your eyes, feeling your tiredness creep up on you again, but gave up and let them flutter shut at Thorin’s next words. “I’ll wake you if you have a nightmare. Don’t fight it.”
You sighed quietly as you turned your head into Thorin’s chest a bit more, and felt him drape his blanket over the two of you with the hand that wasn’t holding you to him.
You listened to the embers crackling as they died, when Thorin shifted slightly and his voice joined the sounds of nature. You easily recognised the song as the one sung the night at Bilbo’s place and found yourself focusing on his voice, his chest vibrating beneath your ear.
“Far over the misty mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.”
Thorin’s voice was the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep, his thumb rubbing across your upper arm lightly as he sang.
“The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.”
And no one needed to know if he pressed a kiss to the top of your head while you slept when he finished the song.
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ecle-c-tic · 8 months
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plussizefantasia · 6 months
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Gentle Hands
Flufftober Day 4: Playing with Their Hair
Thorin Oakenshield x f!reader
Word Count: 1.9k
AN: This is a long one, you guys. I don't know what it is about Throin that just makes me not be able to stop writing. I'm not 100% happy with the ending but I needed to get it posted today. As always, please reblog if you enjoyed the story!
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Being the queen of Erebor had its ups and downs. The long and arduous meetings were a pain, especially as you were often the only woman present. Sometimes Dis would be kind enough to join you as she knew how much you detested the stuffy dwarf lords who looked down at you, but she had other duties that required her attention and could not always be there to be a buffer.
You wouldn’t trade your crown for the world though, because the crown came with Thorin. Your One, the absolute love of your life, your other half, your soulmate. Sometimes he was the only thing that kept you going, that gave you strength to deal with the pig-headed dwarf lords from the Blue Mountains. He was your reason, and you were his. You battled with him side by side to get him where he is today. You journeyed with him to reclaim the mountain, you stayed by his side even when he was overtaken by the dragon sickness, and you sat vigil at his bedside when the rest of the kingdom feared he wouldn’t survive the wounds inflicted upon him by the white orc. 
You take care of each other. You have since the first time you met and you don’t plan on stopping anytime soon. When the two of you got married and you took the title of Queen you both quickly realized that there was very little time left in the day for both of you to spend together. The time apart hurt you both and a decision had to be made. 
Several long discussions later had led you two to the routine you had today. Your days ended about an hour before he did. In that hour you would make sure that dinner was served for the two of you in your chambers and ensure that everything was ready for the both of you when it was time to get ready for sleep.
The two of you would share dinner together, in private, and speak about your days. Yu would tell each other the good and the bad and be there for one another throughout the highs and the lows. By doing this you kept the bond between the two of you strong and made sure that each other was the best they could be. 
That night, Thorin had walked in right as the last maid had finished placing the last tray of food at your table. She bowed to her King as she left the room and shut the large wooden door behind her. You stood and walked towards your lover looping your arms around his neck and leaning into him. He did the same, placing his hands upon your waist he pulled you into him and the two of you rested your foreheads together. 
You stayed like this for a moment before pulling apart. As you pulled away you could feel the brush of Thorin’s lips on your face and the soft caress of his facial hair that followed. 
“You look ravishing tonight ghivashel.” He spoke aloud, holding out one hand to you. When you took it, he spun you gently getting a full view of the dark blue dress that adorned your body. It was not one of the fanciest dresses that you had but it hugged you in all the right places. And Thorin loved the color on you, it complemented his family colors and he thought you looked exquisite every time he saw you in it. 
“You look wonderful as well amralime” You responded, leading your love to the table which was full of food. That was something that you had to get used to when you became Queen, the amount of things at your disposal. 
You had not been royalty in the Blue Mountains where you and Throin had met for the first time. You were the daughter of Blue Mountain’s most knowledgeable and well-liked historians, also a good friend of Balin's which is what had garnered your family an invitation to the youngest prince’s naming ceremony all those years ago. Now you lived a life of luxury, one that Thorin had assured you that you deserved, but one that was difficult to get used to nonetheless. Every dinner was a feast where the table in your chambers would be stacked high with meat, bread, and cheese. There was always a cask of wine around and some sort of dessert severed in excess. You and Throin were never able to eat it all and it made you feel the tiniest bit guilty every time you saw what was sent back to the kitchens. 
On the table rested a tray full of braised lamb, some roasted potatoes, a basket full of rolls, some sort of stew in a still steaming pot, a jar of honey and a ball of some kind of herb spread, and a tray of Thorin’s favorite dessert, honey cakes. There was no way that the two of you would be able to finish all the food on the table but you sat and began to eat regardless.
“How was your day ghivashel?” Asked Thorin once you both had had a chance to eat some. 
“Tiring as always my love, but I did manage to have a breakthrough with some of the Lords that Dain has sent over to negotiate. They are certainly not happy with me, but I believe we have an understanding now.”
Thorin smiled at this, he had no doubt when he asked you to marry him that you would make a wonderful Queen and he has yet to be proven wrong. He admires you greatly, you were not bred to be royalty as he was, but you seem to have taken to it like a fish to water. 
“I knew you could do it, darling, you are the strongest woman I know.”
“Do not let Dis hear you say that she would have your beard.” The two of you laughed and you soaked in the loveliness of the evening.
You both continued to talk through your days, offering advice when needed and celebrating the other's accomplishments with joy. 
“You look tired ghivashel, shall we get ready for bed?” Thorin asked you, placing his hand on your elbow and looking into your eyes. You sighed and nodded pushing yourself up from the table and into your husband’s arms. 
He guided you towards the bath chambers and helped you ease out of your dress. There was a hint of lust in his eyes but you both knew that nothing would come out of it. Thorin wanted you anytime he saw you, it was very unlikely for there not to be a small amount of lust in his eyes whenever they were on you. You were the same way, you could easily recognize how handsome your husband was. He was broad and built, corded muscles would tightly beneath his skin. And his hair, Mahal his hair was one of your favorite things about him. The deep color complemented his complexion and the grays that kissed his temples and flowed through the rest of his locks made it shine. Silver was one of your favorite types of metals and to see it woven in amongst your husband's mane made it all the more attractive.
Thorin placed his hand in the emerald bath, to test the temperature of the water. When he was sure that it would not burn you he helped you lower yourself into the tub and submerge yourself in the waters. You have recently begun to have the maids add rose water to your baths as well, knowing how soft the extracts made your skin feel and how much you loved the smell in your hair. 
Thorin rolled up the sleeves of his white undershirt and lathered the hair soap in his hands. This was his favorite part of the night when he got to take care of you. He cherished you and would give you the world if he could. Washing your hair for you was the best way he knew to show his love. He knew you loved the way his hands carded through your hair. He could tell by the way your shoulders would fall and you would let his hands hold the weight of your head. 
As he delicately washes your hair for you, you begin to wash the rest of your body. Using scented soaps imported from Rivendell you clean your body from the dirt of the day. When Throin finishes rinsing out your hair, and you are done washing up, he leaves your side to go grab your dressing gown and help you into it. 
You place a kiss on his cheek as you pass him on the way out of the bath. He is getting ready to get into it and clean himself for the night. When you return to the larger open room of your chambers you sit at your vanity and begin to prepare yourself for sleep. You know that Throin doesn’t usually take too long in the bath, the two of you have timed this out pretty well so that he usually ends at the same time you do. 
When he finally emerges from the bath, he is dressed in his black sleep shirt and a soft pair of trousers. His raven locks are still wet, they are not dripping onto the floor as he’s already gone through them with a cloth. You know that he is as eager as you are for the last step of your nightly routine. He rounds to his side of the bed and takes a seat on top of the covers. His back is facing you and he begins to settle himself. You grab the brush and the hair oil that he loves and lift yourself up onto the bed as well. 
Thorin washes your hair for you, and you re-braid his for him. It is the way for you two to reassure each other that the love you have is strong. The dwarven tradition of braiding your One’shair is one that you and he both enjoy. 
You drip the oil onto the roots of his hair and with your fingers rake it down and through his tresses. You will admit that you do more playing with your husband’s hari than is strictly necessary but if the way Thorin is practically purring, you don’t think he minds.
Once you feel that his hair is free of tangles and sufficiently oiled you begin to take the sections into your hands that hold the braids. One of his braids is a marriage braid and it is the one you take the most time with. The others denote his status as king, his family line, and his victories in battle. After all the years of marriage, these braids are second nature to you and you’re pretty sure you could do it in your sleep if you wanted.
Your love for Thorin is felt by the way your hands move. You never pull his hair and your movements are always slow and gentle. You take care of him, more than just doing his hair, you hold his heart in your gentle hands as well.
When you finish you place a kiss on your husband's temple and hand the brush you used over to him to place back on his side of the room. He does so without complaint. You slip under the covers and get comfortable while Thorin blows out the candles in the room. When he joins you he pulls your body closer to his and the two of you just lay together. Getting comfort from the other without needing words.
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normansnt · 4 months
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Thorin Oakenshield x Bilbos brother!reader
You and your brother Bilbo were enjoying a nice dinner when you heard a knock at the door.
"...Did you invite someone?" Aske your brother
"Not that I know of?" You responded unsure. You stood up to open the door (after a short argument on who is going to get it, you lost).
"Dwalin to your service" said a quite rough looking Dwarf standing on your doorstep. He bowed than stepped in, you were quite shocked and forgot to reply
"...Ohmm I mean Y/N Baggings to yours?"
And that was just the start of the night, they started arriving one after the other.
While you were quite amused, they were fun company in your opinion. Your brother didn't agree as much. He got more and more upset the more Dwarfes came.
Gandalf arrived with them and while your brother was busy trying to get an answers from him you were singing along with your guests who were throwing plates around; so basically you were having the time of your life.
Its not that you didn't like the calmness that was in Hobbiton but sometimes...just sometimes you really wanted to go exploring, you wanted to go out on adventures to have some excitement in your life. Thats why you had a secret practice range in the woods behind your house. When you were small your parents got you a bow and an arrow and since then, you loved it. As you got older you perfected the art of archery and got better and better.
When the song ended there was one, slow knock on your door.
"He is here" muttered Gandalf quietly
Since you were closest you went to open the door.
When you opened the door your jaw almost dropped, on the other side stood the most handsome man you have ever seen.
He looked at you and bowed his head.
Your words were stuck in your throat you were processing his godly deeds voice.
The moment would have gotten awkward if Gandalf didn't step in front of you to great the newcomer.
"Bilbo, Y/N, this is the leader of our Company Thorin Oakenshield King under the mountain." He finished with a proud smile
You looked at him and gave him a smile
"Pleasure to meet you" Throin looked at you just for a second longer then it would have been normal, he had to admit you were quite nice to look at, you hade pretty h/c hair beautiful e/c eyes, not to mention a dazzling smile.
"So, Hobbits, tell me what is your weapon of choice" he started while walking around you and your brother.
"A Bow" you answered without missing a beat
"Pardon?" Bilbo was jut confused
Thorin stopped his pacing and looked at you, surprised. He didn't expect an actual answer he had no idea Hobbits wielded weapons. But now that he looks at you better, your build is different than other Hobbits. You're lean and clearly have muscle, you looked good in the button up shirt and west you were wearing. Throin realized he might be staring for too long
"A bow?" Quirked an eyebrow Thorin
"Yes?" You asked more than stated
"You any good" interrupted one of the younger dwarfes who you got to know as Kili.
"We can go out and shoot some arrow right now?" You asked not quite cockily but there was noticeable confidence in your voice
"...But its dark out" responded Kili quite unsure
"So?" You answered back now cockily and smirking.
This took everyone off gourd even Bilbo.
"You still have that bow?" Asked your brother
"The one I got when I was 10? Yes I shoot with my pinky" you answered sarcastically and some of the dwarfes chuckled, to your astonishment, Throin was one of them.
"And you" looked Thorin at Bilbo
"Im...quite good at conkers but I fail to see how thats relevant." Answered Bilbo yet again confused.
"Thought so, he looks more like a grocer than a burglar" chuckled the dwarven king.
"Said the Kind who lost his way twice looking for a simple sign on a door." You answered back.
You were a kind person and quite hard to anger, but when someone was mean to your brother that was the fastest ticket to your rage.
Thorin looked at you and stepped closer almost chest to chest, you were just slightly shorter than him but you still had to tilt your head up just a bit.
"Y/N-" started Gandalf
"I don't care even if you are the King of the world, you do not insult my brother especially under his own roof which he was kind enough to lend to you" you said without any intentions of backing down.
"Now please seet your royal ass at my table because Im sure you had a long journey and wish to eat and drink." And with that you walked towards the kitchen.
Thorin was amazed by you. The courage, and you didn't even weaver while talking to him like that you looked up into his eyes 100% serious no fear.
After everyone settled back to the table, as promised, you came out of the kitchen with a plate of food and something to drink for Throin.
He thanked you when you put it down in front of him and looked at you walking away. But he had to concentrate back at the matter at hand.
While the discussion was going on at the table, you couldn't help looking at Thorin from time to time. He was horribly good looking and you had a hard time focusing on the explanation Gandlaf was providing for you and your brother about the journey they wanted to go one.
You snapped out of your school crush daze when you heard the word dragon. And the next thing you know your brother is fainting and you had to catch him.
After Bilbo gained his consciousness back you and Gandalf tried to convince him to go on this adventure.
"C'mon big bro this what we were playing when we were kids remember? We always went into the woods to discover" you tried to make him remember. A small smile came to his face at the memory but it vanished as soon as it came.
"Y/N, did you hear what they said? A dragon, they are going to fight a dragon I cant even fight the squirrel that has been eating my tomatoes, and if Im not going Im definitely not letting you go"
"What? Bilbo I am an adult Hobbit you know I don't have to listen to you"
"You know that mom and dad trusted me with keeping you safe and going off to fight a dragon is quite the opposite of that" argued your brother.
"Then come with me-"
"No absolutely not, this is the end of the discussion"
"But-"
"I said no, now go to bed these dwarfs are bad impressions for you" with that he stood up and left.
You stood up from the chair you were sitting in and looked into the dining room, more specifically at Thorin, who was in a conversation with Dwalin. He looked at back at you, you guys were looking at each other for a little bit when you finally looked away and walked to your bedroom. You had to get a good night sleep, after all, you are going on an adventure tomorrow, with or without your brother.
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AHHHHHHHSHGDJDGDNDGDHDH
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP😫😫
THORIN IS MY ONE AND ONLY TRUE LOVE FOREVER AND EVER AND IM SO HAPPY THAT I FINALLY WROTE A FIC FOR HIM😭😭😭😭
*breathe*
Ok Im calm now, (NO IM NOT I LOVE THORIN) Im very likely going to turn this into a book🫡
ya know tell the whole story, or not I have an Oc and I really want to write a book for him yall decide which one😭 (Im gonna write the OC one anyway its more like do you guys want me to continue this one or not🫣)
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT AND IM GOING TO GET TO KNOW A LOT MORE LOTR/TH FANS CUS ITS MY LIFE🫠🫠
I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🦖🧡
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fourgondor · 7 months
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Thranduil to Throin, revamped...
"You scoff at my people's treatment of your company: shelter, nourishment, protection. All of which you sought from our forest, no? All of which you interrupted a once in one of your kind's lifetime celebration for, the only indulgence my people can afford, for no longer are we known as creators of music and laughter. We are scarred warriors fighting for an Arda we will never see. An Arda meant for a race who cares less for it than dwarrows do trees.
When your grandfather brought that spawn of darkness upon us, my people provided those very three things to your refugees without hesitation. Many had experienced the destruction of their ancestral homelands - rarely a place among the Eldar has earned such a title. This Realm supported Erebor through its crisis, expecting nothing in return, and now here you stand, claiming I have done nothing. Perhaps I have not played a direct role, but you have no Malah-given right to belittle the sacrifices of my subjects. They voluntarily bled for your people, wept for your fallen, tended for your wounded. And how do you now repay them, hmm?
You trampled our wheat fields in your flight to our forest's eves without a care for who they fed, only that they impeded your company's Path. Poisoned are the northern regions by the Flowing Enchantment; the southern regions are marred by webs and necromancy. Yes! The necromancer, the nameless sorcerer, Mithrandir believed he uncovered. Wise indeed are those who think the Woodland know not who resides in their forest! The very name they curse as they ride to battle darkness!
Perhaps the fault lies with that scheming wizard, but you did not stop there, oh no. Our realms were neighbors for dozens of dwarfish generations: you know our Forest Patrons, yet you slaughter a sacred deer of Nessa because you claim your company hungered. You know not the meaning of such a word. Clear are your muscles beneath your tunics, the fat padding your hips. I have seen a pile of bones held together with taut, bruised skin, draw bow, and fight if not for its dwindling live, then for its people. Do not speak to me of hunger until you must balance the weakest who impedes your journey with the one who would sustain your company the longest.
My people swore they would never ask for repayment, but I will break that promise now. Again, I ask, what is your ultimate goal? To retake that mountain? Hah! Drakes do not wither in their treasure hoards. They grow stronger. Even if by some undeserving happenstance you defeat that snake, all you will find in that mountain will be tainted, corrupted beyond use. So, too, will the Arkenstone. How many more lives will you bloody your hands with in pursuit of your kingly ambitions?
I say no more.
Stay here if you will and rot. A hundred years is a blink of an eye for an elf. I'm patient; I can wait until Thorin, son of Thror Thrainson, passes into legend, and so too the accursed line of Dúrin.
Farewell, Oakenshield. We shall meet again when Arda is broken and remade, and I hope you will know my reasoning then upon the last battlefield."
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lady-of-imladris · 8 months
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🍞 lembas bread: what's the best road trip snack?
🌟starlight: you're allowed to live in one of the Elf Kingdoms of Middle Earth, which one are you picking?
☕ may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?: What is your favourite hot beverage?
📜the company of Throin II Oakenshield: who is your favourite dwarf from the company?
🍞 we have these little fruit gummies called "Lachgummi" and my mom always brought those on long car trips. They will always be my favourite car snack 🥰
🌟 Rivendell!!! It's basically a luxury hotel with free therapy? I would say Mirkwood but I'm terribly afraid of spiders
☕ I love green tea, but I also love chai and hot chocolate. But now I'm thinking about Mulled Wine. SO MANY OPTIONS, CAN'T CHOOSE
📜 I'm not really a Dwarf-Girlie, and a few years ago I would have said Kili, but now I'd say Dwalin. He's just nice
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curufiin · 8 months
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@voidfromouterspace here i answered all of them HSJAHSJAD
🥔 po-tay-toes: hmmm i would dine with merry and pippin (you cannot seperate them) and i’d be having dinner with them bc i said so
🍞 lembas bread: CHOCOLATE.
🌾farmer maggot's field: white lilies / not really it’s too hot here LOL
🌼 simbelmynë: …celegorm :(
🍃 leaves of lórien: like five billion dollars
📽 action!: (done)
🚲 bicycle basket: the one meme where legolas is like “this forest is old. very old. old as balls”
🌟starlight: (done)
💀 Hey, did you know-: they put a mattress under thranduil’s throne in case lee pace fell LOL
🌙 moon runes: quenya bc i’m super extra and it’s like the equivalent of cussing someone old in old english
🧂 best salt in all the shire: eating. always
✂ cutting room floor: thranduil and leggy bonding :(
☕ may I tempt you with a cup of chamomile?: i don’t drink hot beverages but tea is good
🐎 bill the pony: not fucking huan
🌳 fangorn forest: i don’t know enough to pick a fav :( i mean i love my elves LOL
🔮 palantír: assuming i can talk to people in the past, i would tell feanor to get his shit together and stop being mean to his half brothers LOL (also sir morgoth’s been manipulating you this whole time!! don’t swear the oath don’t do it!!!!!!!)
⏳ time and age: the bed scene at the end is so fucking funny
✨ evenstar: legolas and gimli / gandalf and weed
🎆 fireworks: nothing because he’s a grouchy asshole
🕷 creepy crawlies: honestly? balrogs LOL look at them
💍 my precious: i would be a random human who happened to be collateral damage
📜the company of Throin II Oakenshield: balin cuz his name is funny
🕶 i care not: thranduil being inaccurate. i don’t care he’s my baby boy
📢 motivational speech: i don’t remember any HAHAH
🔥 barbecue: who is the worst antagonist?
🍿 popcorn: thranduil. thranduil. thranduil. the noldor all of them except for galadriel she’s annoying. aredhel
🎇 firefly: any with thranduil :(
⛏ expedition to Moria: THRANDUIL. and/or more curufin + celegorm shenanigans. i’d also like to see what sauron/annatar does in his spare time
🎞 extra film: ALL OF THE THRANDUIL ONES??? IT FLESHES HIM OUT SO MUCH WHY DID THEY GET RID OF IT
🎵 can you sing, master hobbit?: #streamnoldolante
🖋 quill and ink: “you can always deus ex machina your way out of something”
🗝 lost heirloom: (done)
💿 leitmotifs and orchestras: idk but i remember the lake town theme very well
🍲eowyn's home cooking: put it on sauron’s cock
🧙‍♂️precisely when he means to: when gandalf basically tells the dwarves to fuck off because they’re all being stubborn as hell
⚔ you have my sword: what is your favourite aragorn moment?
🏹 and my bow: i love all leggy moments but the one where he drew his bow at some guy when he talked shit about gimli…..
🪓and my axe: idk yet i need to watch the other movies GSJSHSJSF
🍄 MUSHROOMS!: whenever thranduil is on screen
💎 the arkenstone: “SHOOT IT!” “WHERE?!” “IN ITS JAMBAGS!” “IT DOESN’T HAVE ANY JAMBAGS!!!”
🧵 spool: 1. thranduil 2. thranduil 3. galadriel’s dress slays 4. uh
📕 the red book of westmarch: “Go hence unto a swift and bitter death.” curvo is so dramatic
💛 family: what is your favourite family moment throughout the novels/films?
👀 the eye of sauron: sauron himself <3
🗺 arda: if you could travel anywhere in middle earth, where would you go?
👑the silver crown: I AM PARTYING WITH THRANDUIL and giving him kisses. finrod would probably also throw nice parties
✏ rewrites: (done)
🐺 GROND GROND GROND: (done)
⚠ fucking buckleberry ferry: “a hundred years is a mere blink in the life of elf… bitch.”
📚 boxset: @viola-ophelia info dumped about silm so hard and i was instantly hooked
🏔 the misty mountains: my c & c bros <3
🌄 the rolling hills of the shire: i hate being outdoors but i guess badminton when it’s not 100 freedom units outside
🌋 mount doom: “aredhel also abused eol” shut the fuck up
⚙ technology: i would give feanor a bazooka because it’s funny
⛵valinor: you guys are mean about celegorm for no reason he is the nicest cutest prettiest boy in the world. also i’d bang sauron
🦅 the eagles: “if i die some of my friends won’t even know that i’m dead so i can’t die”
🦗 weta: if i can’t have thranduil’s entire throne i will have leggy’s sword
☀ when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer: i have money in the bank yay!!!
📖 final chapter: what happened to maglor…
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mordellestories · 10 months
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Take My Heart
Baggensjield AU | Dragon!Throin | T
CW: violence, angst, cliffhanger/ambiguous ending
AN: I didn’t think I’d post this (since it’s not a full fic or anything… yet…. but I’ve been in a weird place lately. I don’t know if this will be continued but if people like it enough, maybe I’ll get on it soon.
​​During the Fell winter, the Shire was overrun by orcs. Bilbo's parents lost their lives in this incident, but Bilbo himself was captured and enslaved, along with others. Due to their limited skills, the hobbits were mostly assigned to work as cooks in the orc camps. The orcs had no interest in eating hobbit food, unless they meant the hobbit itself. Sadly, cannibalism was a grim reality in these camps, occurring far too frequently to provide any sense of safety. Surrounded by orcs, wargs, and the pervasive stench of death and decay, there was no solace to be found, not even a single glimpse of greenery.
Bilbo grew up captivated by stories and fables, but his favorite tale revolved around a tragic and noble dwarven prince, beloved by his people and family. This prince lost not only his home but also his literal heart to a dragon named Smaug, who ruled over the Lonely Mountain amidst a vast treasure hoard. The dragon had taken the prince's heart and transformed it into a precious jewel known as The Arkenstone, Heart of the Mountain.
Despite losing his heart and becoming obsessed with slaying the dragon who’d taken everything from him, he became a hero, earning his epithet Oakenshield for his valor in the war of Moria.
Years later, Thorin, now a king, embarked on a quest to reclaim his ancestral home and retrieve his stolen heart. Tragically, Thorin's entire company of dwarves perished in this endeavor. Thorin succeeded in slaying Smaug, but when Thorin placed the Arkenstone back into his chest, an unforeseen consequence unfolded. He transformed into a dragon himself.
Since then, the Lonely Mountain has remained impenetrable. Occasionally, a black dragon with silver streaked wings emerges, circling the mountain, breathing fire. This serves as both a warning and a confirmation of his existence. This dragon, now known as Zarakûl in the Khuzdul tongue (translated as "Silver Shadow" in Westeron), fiercely guards his treasure. Not a single coin is allowed to be taken.
Thorin II, Oakenshield, the Mountain King-in-Exile, had succumbed entirely to the curse. Consumed by the sickness of gold, he has lost his name and his identity as a dwarf. He had become the embodiment of the dragon, forever known as Zarakûl.
Bilbo's mother often concluded the story with an optimistic and somewhat romantic ending. She would tell Bilbo about the dragon patiently awaiting the arrival of his true love, who would break the stone surrounding his heart with a genuine kiss of love. Bilbo recognized his mother's inclination towards romanticism, as her stories always seemed to conclude with similar ambiguous happy endings. Perhaps it was for his benefit, and maybe even hers. Nevertheless, he cherished that story because he knew it held a kernel of truth. Though the details may have been lost to history and the dwarves who embarked on their journey, only the dragon possessed the true account. That dragon was no figment of imagination; Bilbo had witnessed its existence with his own eyes when the orc camp approached the borders of Erebor.
Rumors circulated that the orcs intended to persuade the dragon to join their army. When Bilbo witnessed the flames illuminating the night sky, his awe-struck jaw dropped in wonder. The legendary creature was no longer confined to his imagination but a tangible being of flesh and blood. Bilbo could only catch fleeting glimpses of the dragon as it soared through the heavens, exhaling bursts of fire. It was a truly magnificent sight. Clasping his hands together as if in prayer, Bilbo hoped and prayed that the noble dwarf-king still resided within the creature, ready to vanquish the audacious orcs for venturing so close to his mountain.
The prospect of Bilbo being incinerated alongside the rest of the camp loomed large, but he clung to the hope of escaping in time. A small group comprised of rebellious hobbits, elves, and dwarves had been devising plans for another escape. Perhaps amidst the chaos of the dragon's fiery assault, they could slip away through the treacherous Mirkwood and seek assistance. That was the plan the others were formulating. However, Bilbo harbored a different, almost insane, plan of his own. He was dubbed "Mad Baggins" for a reason, anyway.
It was no secret that all the captives had suffered emotional scars, each one carrying their own share of brokenness. Yet, Bilbo garnered the most pity, for he had fallen mute and seemed touched in the head after witnessing the brutal murder of his parents. It was a sorrowful transformation, as he had once been a gifted storyteller, entertaining young hobbits who gathered around him eagerly at parties, enthralled by his tales.
Even Bilbo acknowledged that his mental state was far from stable, and he could openly admit that his plan was undeniably mad. For his intended destination was none other than Erebor itself—the very lair of the dragon. It was a place he had fantasized about, although under far from ideal circumstances, yet here he stood, finally realizing his long-held dream. Trembling with a mixture of fear and awe, Bilbo watched as the colossal dragon descended from above, circling lower and lower, its imposing presence growing with each passing moment.
As the dragon touched down upon the earth, a profound tremor rippled through the ground, causing the very foundation to quiver in response. Despite the multitude of torches that illuminated the surrounding area, the dragon's colossal form remained mostly veiled in shadow, its immense size surpassing the reach of the flickering flames. The ambient light merely served to highlight certain details, and amidst the darkness, the dragon's eyes gleamed with an iridescent blue hue. These eyes, piercing and menacing, seemed to hold an ominous glint, casting an eerie and unsettling aura in the depths of the night.
Bilbo thought he might soil himself… from being equally terrified of and over the moon with the tremendous, majestic creature. The dragon was gargantuan. He could probably eat a dozen hobbits in one go as a light snack. Bilbo quaked, his knees just one startle away from crumbling beneath him.
Then the dragon’s chest began to glow.
Something definitely fractured in one of Bilbo’s knees when they finally did give way. His hand flew to his wildly beating heart and his lungs refused to draw air.
He smiled.
For the first time in years, he positively beamed while gazing up at the colossal, winged embodiment of undiluted power.
The Shire was not safe, completely unprepared for its hostile fate. Hobbits were soft creatures who thrived in sun and lived comfortable lives. And for that, they had lost their home. The Shire was no longer.
The Mirkwood was not safe, contrary to what the fellow captives hoped. It was riddled with spiders, the trees sick with darkness and dank. The Elves secret sanctuary was most likely a fool’s dream. And Bilbo refused to bet on a dream, when such terrifying reality lay before him. No, he’d bet on what was real.
The world was not safe. Overrun with orcs and other foul creatures of Shadow and Doom. While the races bickered and stayed divided, the Enemy had overwhelmed them all, one by one. Now, all the races of middle-earth, once fractured, gathered to fight the common enemy… but possibly too late.
It all depended on this dragon. For he was the last of his kind. To gain the dragon to their side would mean the calamity of all calamities. It would tip the scales in favor of the Enemy… and then all would be truly lost.
But this dragon had no cares for the politics of middle-earth, Bilbo was certain. Why would he? He was a dragon. The only thing Sauron could possibly bargain with was gold, but everyone knew that Erebor had been and still was the wealthiest city in all of middle earth.
This dragon did not need more gold, more might, or more power. He already had it all.
Unless, of course, the gold-sickness demanded he add to his hoard. But in all his time of being a dragon, Zarakûl had never descended upon any cities to plunder the precious commodity. He simply guarded his mountain.
More than likely, Bilbo would be burned alive now before he could attempt his plan. But my, he thought in a daze as the world grew strangely silent around him, what a sight to behold as I take my last breath.
Yet, contrary to expectations, the dragon did not unleash a torrent of fire. Instead, he spoke. A rumbling thundercloud of a voice, like stone giants crumbling amid battle. Bilbo’s whole spine quivered with it. “Orc filth,” he spat, “you dare bring your foul presence to my mountain. Thieves.”
“Zarakûl!” The leader of the band was pushed forward by his cowering subordinates. Even the orcs, smartly, feared the giant, living furnace. “We come with a message from Lord Sauron.”
The dragon huffed, a small burst of flames emitting from between his sharp, gleaming teeth. He sneered, disdain dripping with every word he spoke. “Sauron, the petulant, weakling.”
The orcs hissed and growled.
The dragon grinned with venomous delight, “He has no power here or over me. These are my lands. Be gone now before I send only one of you back with a message of my own.”
The leader stepped forward with a snarl. “Lord Sauron has promised you all the gold from the cities you conquer. After the war is over, he will have it all sent to you here to add to your hoard. He sent you a gift.” The orc smiled, a grotesque display of black and yellow jagged teeth–sinister and devoid of any sincerity. Sadistic pleasure was written all over his gnarled face.
Bilbo knew that face all too well. He swallowed down the bile that rose in his throat at the sight.
“What say you, dragon?” The orc sneered.
To Bilbo’s utter horror, Zarakûl’s eyes widened, and he tilted his head with curiosity. He stepped forward, and instinct drove everyone back with yelps and panicked murmuring. Except for Bilbo, still on the ground, wide smile fading slowly as the dragon actually considered the offer.
“NO!” Bilbo screamed, voice hoarse after years of silence. He didn’t even recognize it as his own. “No please don’t!”
His fellow slaves gasped and gawked at him. A whisper of “Mad Baggins” in the air was all he caught. He should have stopped. He should have stayed silent. He should not have yelled at a dragon. Those blue, cold eyes targeted Bilbo and left him breathless with respectful terror. The torrent of desperate words within him surged forth uncontrollably. It was as if all the years of silence had accumulated, and now that he had found his voice, he could not cease its flow. His words poured forth like an unrestrained deluge in the awakening of spring, overwhelming and unstoppable.
“Please be who I hoped you’d be. Please. I have nothing left. If I’m to die here, then please let it be by your breath and burn all these monsters with me to doom! Please…” he panted, for he was consumed with true madness it seemed, “Sauron is a liar. Whatever he offers you, it is to ensnare you, O’King!”
The dragon reared back, eyes wide in genuine shock before he blinked rapidly. He seemed about to speak when the orc leader slapped Bilbo so hard that his head hit the ground with a worrying crack.
“You should have stayed mute, slave!” The orc bellowed. “I think we’re having halfling for dinner tonight,” he growled. Some orcs chuckled and others smacked their lips and dragged their nasty tongues over their filthy teeth at the thought of fresh meat.
Bilbo’s vision spotted, but he clung to consciousness with all his strength. He needed to know how it would end. He needed to know that Thorin was still in there. Such a noble king who lost so many of his kin in a hopeless fight against orcs once upon a time. He can’t, Bilbo begged in his mind, for he could no longer speak. He won’t.
“He will not be your dinner,” the dragon growled. “You are on my lands. I shall deal with you as I see fit. But…” Zarakûl lilted with a hungry grin, “as it happens, I have been thinking of finally adding to my hoard.”
Bilbo wanted to scream, but all that came out was a pitiful whimper.
Zarakûl hummed thoughtfully. “I will agree to join Sauron if… you leave me your slaves to feast on.”
Bilbo's eyes welled up with tears, a profound sense of despair washing over him. He felt the last vestiges of goodness and hope slip away, realizing that the valiant dwarven prince his younger self had fallen in love with was not just a dragon… but a monster too.
Amidst the outcry of some protesting orcs, their leader swiftly silenced them with a commanding gesture. "Agreed," he gruffly declared in their harsh tongue. The slaves, including Bilbo, were swiftly herded together near the dragon, their bodies huddled pitifully in the dirt. Tears streamed down Bilbo's face as he sobbed in desolation, consumed by grief. The last shard left of his heart had broken.
With the orcs stepping back, Zarakûl positioned himself before the gathered slaves, his chest radiating an even brighter glow. "It will be a swift death, unfortunate as it may be," the dragon added with an air of resignation.
And breathed.
A sound of violent winds.
Unbearable heat.
Screaming.
So much horrible, awful, primal screaming.
But… no pain. At least, not more than what Bilbo was used to, body all bent and beaten over the years. But still… no burning pain that he’d expect from dragon fire.
He lifted his head, vision swimming. He was still alive. And the fearful cries and whimpers that were left were not from the slaves, for they were all still alive as well. And as the smoke dissipated, the pale moonlight revealed a haunting sight—a field strewn with the lifeless bodies of the orc pack, finally vanquished.
They were free, though they hardly knew it.
The dragon turned to them with a bored scowl. “I suggest you all run for your lives whilst I eat my meal.”
There was only a moment's pause before they all ran like chickens without heads, until a ginger bearded dwarf and blond elf rallied them all and led them into the Mirkwood.
Except… Bilbo.
The blonde elf stood by the border and stared at Bilbo. The hobbit shook his head. The elf gave him a curt nod and disappeared through the trees after everyone had safely ran past.
“Are you actually waiting for me to eat you? Do you not have an ounce of survival instinct? Or are you too injured to flee, little halfling?” rumbled the dragon’s voice.
Bilbo ducked his head in reverence. “Your Majesty, I wish to stay and serve you.”
Palpable silence ensued for a long moment before the dragon uttered a bemused “What?”
Bilbo finally looked up and bestowed another beaming smile up at his new master. “Bilbo Baggins, son of Bungo Baggins and Belladonna Took, at your service, O’King Under the Mountain. I’d get up and do a proper bow and all that stuffiness I’ve read in books but I’m afraid I am, actually, injured and just about to faint at the moment.”
The dragon’s mouth dropped open. “I… wh–are you mad, halfling?” He asked, rearing back with incredulity.
I’ve managed to tongue-tie a dragon, Bilbo thought with a hysterical giggle. “Yes,” he answered with a relieved laugh. “Yes, I do believe I am.”
And then Bilbo succumbed to darkness.
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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years
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this is how Thranduil greeted Thorin into his throne room in the hobbit.
🤣🤣
OMG — and how Thorin sees Thranduil.
Not mystical and beautiful — at all!
Observe — my dears—Thranduil through the eyes of Throin Oakenshield
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pvrkacciosan · 2 years
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PvrkAccioSan presents...
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Hello there!
I see you have made it to my Masterlist.
WELCOME.
To the universe of PvrkAccioSan
A place where I will transport you into the world of my writing, an escape from reality.
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─THRONE OF GLASS─
Series. (Over 10 parts)
The Heart of the lioness
Status: Ongoing
Fenrys Moonbeam X O. C
POV: 3rd person
Info: Blood sworn to the fae queen Maeve, sister to the Lion. And mate to the wolf. Rumours of a new young fae queen drives Brielle to join her brothers in arms, Maeve's legendary warrior group, to aid the young queen in her fight for a better world. Many years Brielle has fought against the restraints Maeve has around her, but restrained she will be no longer. Because their times has come, Brielle will fight to her last breathe to defend her own and for their future lives in a new world made by a court of dreamers. The Heart of the Lioness isn't easily broken, but if she is to succeed, it may shatter before she has a chance to save herself
─A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES─
Series. (Over 10 Parts)
The Heart of the Flame
Status: Ongoing
Azriel X O.C
POV: 3rd Person
Info: Enya has spent her whole life living amongst the warmth of the day court. Hidden from the eye of the world. The shadows keeping her and her power a secret for years. Keeping her lineage a secret, from those who seek to harm her, and those she shares blood with. The heart of a burning flame is hard to be hidden by shadows when it was born to stand out. When tasked with teaching Feyre Curse breaker the art of the flame, Enya must first get to grips with her own magic and where it might come from. All the while the ever watching shadow, Azriel spymaster of the Night Court believes her to harbour secrets that run deeper. Secrets which could harm his court. He will stop at nothing in pursuit of finding every hidden detail within the Heart of the Flame.
—CRESCENT CITY—
Series. (Over 10 Parts)
The Heart of the Serpent
Status: Ongoing
Unknown Crescent City Character X O.C
POV: 3rd Person
Info: Breaking the mold into which you were born was always Inara's biggest challenge. The words of others are even more venomous to that of which she was used to. But when one has a mother as she does who needs true enemies. And who needs challenges when life is as poisonous as any venom. The Heart of this Serpent is shrouded by curiosity and a deathly desire for knowledge. Power. Anything that could give her an edge. But the world around her is crumbling, an ancient power unravelling, and her world had unwillingly be dragged apart of it, by forces unknown to her.
─THE HOBBIT─
Series (Over 10 parts)
Suffer me Smaug
Status: Ongoing
Throin Oakenshield X O. C
POV: 1st Person
Info: Calintíea Delanter, a female shrouded by stories and the embodiment of a myth is found by two princes as they travel to meet their kin in the humble aboad of a Hobbit in the shire. In her...state the descendants of Durin's folk choose not to leave her be and invite her to embark on a journey to reclaim the Dwarvish Kingdom of Erebor.
She too, knows of the fire storm which can destroy towns, she remembers and recalls it well, and she too has deals to settle with Smaug.
Side by side with the proclaimed King under the mountain and his kin can Calintíea help the company reclaim what is rightfully theirs all the while trying not to reveal herself to the people around her.
If they were to find out about her truths. They may cut her down before she has a chance to prove her worth to their journey.
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harrypoppinss · 1 year
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Prompt list
Masterlist here
💘𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:
‘I’m glad you decided to meet up with me.’
‘I love hearing your voice.’
‘You’re my favorite person.’
‘You. Me. Friday night.’
‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’
‘You look so nice in my clothes.’
‘Is there anything I can do for you?’
‘My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.’
‘Was there something you wanted to tell me?’
‘Do you feel any better?’
‘It’s my turn to cook tonight.’
‘What are we forgetting?’
‘I’ve got something to tell you. It’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone else..’
‘You’re the only person for me.’
‘You smell nice.’
‘Since we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’
‘Can I kiss you? If not, can I hold your hand?’
Person A: ‘Don’t fall asleep!’ Person B: falls asleep.
‘How did you get up here?’
‘Can I come with you?’
‘I promise I won’t tell anyone.’
‘I wish I could spend more time with you.’
‘As if I could forget your birthday..’
‘Before you go, can you stay a little longer?’
‘I love the warmth of your hugs.’
‘I was looking forward to seeing you all week.’
‘My friends say I talk about you all the time.’
‘I have something really important to ask you..’
‘I can’t believe she said yes!’
‘I never knew you felt this way.’
‘Your eyes are so blue.’
‘How come I haven’t seen you around here before?’
🔥𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:
I missed you so much.”
“Like what you see?”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”
“Try to stay quiet, understand?”
“We’re in public, you know.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”
“I like it when you say my name like that.”
“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”
“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”
“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”
“Make me.”
“Stop teasing me so much…”
“You’re in trouble now.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“I’m waiting.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
“As you wish.”
“First one to make a noise loses.”
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”
“Mine.”
“The night’s still young.”
“We can’t do that here!”
“Behave.”
“What did you just say?”
“Come here.”
💧𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:
“And that makes it okay?”
“Are you afraid to die?”
“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”
“Do you know what it’s like?”
“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”
“Why are your eyes so red?”
“How do you think this ends?”
“Why would I ever want to be with you?”
“Is that what you think of me?”
“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”
“How am I supposed to go on?”
“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”
“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”
“Should you be drinking that much?”
“What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”
“Do the drugs still get you high?”
“Am I the reason you cry every night?”
“When did you stop loving me?”
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
“How did things go so wrong?”
“When did things fall apart?”
“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”
“How do I make you love me again?”
“How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”
“We’re you trying to destroy us?”
“How do you want to die?”
“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”
“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“Can you still sleep at night?”
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nerdeeart · 7 years
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The moment I typed that Thorin would lovingly watch Bilbo stuff cake in his face I had to go and draw it ^___^
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I just finished watching the last movie in The Hobbit trilogy... I’m so fucking done... my heart is absolutely shattered...
@mentally-in-canada I blame you....
Also, I’m adding The Hobbit to my fandom list in case you’re interested in requesting any imagines
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dwarvishring · 3 years
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samwise has loyalty and honor and a willing heart. he’s polite and responsible and cares deeply about those around him. he’s kind and brave and a hero and he would be thorin’s favourite, no i don’t take criticism
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sketch-mer-6195 · 2 years
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Banished (Thorin Oakenshield x OC)
(A/N: This was the first real fiction that I wrote and in all honesty, I’m not 100% happy with it. But I hope someone might like it and give them some inspiration on a writing style or something. I am so so sorry if Dwalin seem’s OOC. This was my first real fic.)
Word Count: 3534
Warnings: Angst, a tad bit of fluff in the beginning.
The warmth of a fire, no, a man. No ordinary man, not one of mortal men, but a dwarvish man. The King-in-Exile. Thorin Oakenshield. His warmth radiating like that of the sun, his calloused hands that forged many blades tracing and etching such delicate patterns on her bare back as they laid in on the same woolen pad. His fur lined robe draped over them both as they laid in eachothers arms. Although a heated moment, they followed tradition as close as possible to keep any sex until after they are officially married. So, clad in just their breeches and under his warm robe and both bare chested, it was close enough as they could be.
His aloof and gruff persona softened by this human girl that he had seen once a pest and a mere girl trying to be something she is not. Only to find her as his One. He smiled down at her as her smaller fingers caressed his beard covered cheek and soon followed his jaw line. A low almost primal growl bubbled in his chest as her fingers slowly followed the lines of his jaw and into his long dark locks. With one swift motion, Thorin pulled her close to his chest and kissed her deeply and fervently, sending chills down her spine and eliciting a soft moan from Nelina. As they finally parted to fill their lungs with sweet air, Thorin leaned his head down and pressed his forehead against her own. They closed their eyes and smiled before looking into each other's eyes with not only adoration and desire, but a unique and genuine love that only they knew for each other. He looked down at the courting braid and bead that he had done earlier in the evening and smiled at his handiwork before looking into her eyes as they laid together.
“Amrâlimê.” He purred softly as his hand caressed her cheek.
“Badgûn.” She smiled and kissed his palm before allowing him to pull her close to his chest and be lulled by his steady heart.
“I promise, I will always love you and no amount of gold will ever change that.” Thorin stated as he kissed the crown of her head and fell asleep with his One in his arms.
~
What was only a month and a half ago felt like an eternity now. Smaug was no more. Lake Town was nothing but ashes and smoke. Just like what Bard had said. Kíli was healed but now everyone in the company was looking for the Arkenstone. Thorin had changed and to most, they stayed quiet and did as the King Under the Mountain ordered them to do. Nelina, Balin, Dwalin, and Bilbo had begun to fear for the worst. The Dragon Sickness grew heavy on Thorin. His demeanor changed and reared its ugly head to the point where Nelina was frightened to be with him alone. He never harmed her nor forced anything upon her, but his temper with her was much shorter than ever. And he always wanted her to be by his side when she would suggest that an extra body would help the search for the missing stone.
Normally, that would work. But as the days turned into weeks and close to another month, Thorin was starting to become more like the dragon instead of himself. He would enunciate his S’s to hiss and his voice would be as dark as Smaug himself. His temper was growing shorter with each passing hour. And today, he had no fuse.
“WHERE IS SHE?! Where is Nelina?!”
Sifting through gold and jewels that littered the floors, Thorin’s voice carried throughout the hoard. Nelina flinched at his sharp voice and looked over to his nephews whom they both glanced at her and gave her a nod of reassurance. They had sworn to keep her safe if anything happened to her, even if it was their uncle.  
"His temper has only worsened since being here in these halls. I do not understand why he can not accept the fact that it is here? Buried possibly many leagues under this treasure?" Nelina stated in a quiet tone.
"If it were only that easy, lass." Dwalin replied as he was a little ways away sifting through more gold.
The sound of heavy footsteps and gold coins sliding down in a melody of jingles and clicks signaled the four that someone was hurrying towards them. As they all looked up in the direction of the sound, they saw Thorin who came down from his perch and walked straight towards them with a sort of determined glare. As he neared the small group, he slid down to where Nelina was and softened his glare to an adored but needy look as he cupped her face in his hands and greeted her with leaning his forehead against her own. She closed her eyes and felt a small wave of relief washed over her nerves as she pressed her forehead against his crowned one.
"Amrâlimê." He said in a much deeper voice and smiled. As his eyes slowly opened, she watched how his adoration soon flashed into jealousy and possessiveness when he saw his nephews and Dwalin watch them.
"Thorin, what's wrong?" She spoke to him, making him snap his attention back to her soft voice.
He looked torn and lost for a moment before glaring back at his kin and best friend. But he looked back into her hazel brown eyes and slowly relaxed as she cupped his face in her hands. Little to know but Dwalin, Kíli and Fíli were observing closely to make sure that Nelina was safe and that Thorin’s actions would not harm the girl.
Thorin closed his eyes and took a deep breath before stepping back and reaching into his robe that his grandfather once wore. As he slowly pulled out an object, Nelina soon found that it was an elegant and intricate gold and elvish silver crown that had small jewels inlays adorning it. This was for a queen of high status, not to be worn by a mere mortal girl who comes from a dwarvish family. 
"Kneel, Amrâlimê." He said.
Nelina looked at Fíli and Kíli, and then to Dwalin before kneeling down. As he laid the crown on her head, she could already feel the weight of it weighing her down internally. As if an avalanche had landed upon her. But she raised her head to see Thorin in such awe at how she looked with the crown on her head. He offered her his hand which she hesitated just such that it seemed like a mere blink of an eye as her hand slipped into his larger one. A smile etched his face as he helped her to her feet and had her stand next to him. Almost pound that he finally accomplished his task.
"My Amrâlimê, Nelina. Queen of the Lonely Mountain." He proclaimed before looking down at his nephews and Dwalin. "Bow down to your queen." He hissed.
As the three other dwarves looked at one another, they all bowed for a moment before slowly rising up. Thorin gave a short nod before turning his full attention to Nelina once more. She looked at him and flashed a small smile and soon was being guided out of the hoard of treasure and to his perch where he overlooked all that was happening down below. As he pulled out a seat for her at his drafting desk, he looked over the stone railing at the dwarves who were still searching for the Arkenstone.
"Have you found it?!" He called out.
So many of them stated that they had not found it yet which seemed to only infuriate Thorin the longer they searched. After barking orders for them to continue searching, he turned his back towards them and clasped his hands behind him as he paced impatiently. Nelina had never seen him in such a whirlwind. To the point of pure anger and frustration over a simple jewel. The Thorin she knew would have accepted the fate with a bittersweet feeling in his mouth, but reclaim his rightful place as king to bring back his people to their rightful home.
"Thorin…?" She said with a quiet sigh.
He craned his neck and walked over to her, grasping her hand in his. "Yes? What is it, my queen?"
Nelina was not even close to feeling comfortable with that title that she did not deserve. She shook her head and squeezed his hand gently. "Nelina…. My name is Nelina. I am no queen."
"You are and you will once we find the Arkenstone. I promise, you will be the best queen in all of Erebor. Amrâlimê, my One." He reassured her and kissed her cheek before cupping her cheek with one of his hands and stroking her cheek with his thumb.
She tried to fight back tears at his words, but they disobeyed and rolled down her cheeks to which Thorin wiped them away and made her look into his eyes with such a gentle manner. As their eyes locked, Nelina could see him. Thorin Oakenshield. The fearless leader of the Company. The dwarf that she had fallen in love with. The Dragon Sickness somehow left his body as he was genuinely concerned about her.
"Nelina, why are you crying?" He asked.
But before Neina could speak what was truly on her mind, she saw Bofur coming up the steps. "Thorin."
His eyes shadowed once more as the Dragon Sickness laid its hands upon him once more. He raised his head to face Bofur who gulped and looked at Nelina and noticed the crown upon her head. 
"What is it? Did you find the stone?" Thorin asked.
Bofur looked back at Thorin and shook his head. “I haven’t but Thorin, the men are tired. We’ve been at it for weeks.”
“No, you must continue searching! The Arkenstone must be found.” Thorin ordered sharply.
“Thorin…” Nelina spoke. Thorin looked over to her and his aloof nature came back full force. She merely smiled at him and extended a hand out to him. “It’s late, everyone has exhausted their last breath. We should eat and rest for tomorrow.”
There was a torn look in his eyes. He wanted to continue the search for the Arkenstone, but he also understood what Nelina was saying. With a violent shake of his head, he growled. “No… We must find it.”
“And risk the health of your men?” She added.
“Are you defining your king?” Thorin said hotly as his temper rose.
“Nay, I am only speaking reason to him. If I am to be queen, then you would take heed and listen to my counsel.” Nelina stated and stood from her seat, easily towering over him by mere inches. She had an aloof expression of her own which softened as she leaned down just slightly and kissed his bearded cheek. “Please, for me. They need food and rest. At first light, we shall continue.”
Drawing a breath, Thorin closed his eyes and breathed in her ear. “Do not think your actions will go unpunished, Amrâlimê”
With her cheeks flushed brightly, she cleared her throat before straightening up and looking at Bofur. “Tell everyone to retire. Supper will be ready soon.”
Bofur merely nodded but soon bowed his head. “Thank you, my queen.” As he straightened up and ran down the stairs, he knew that she was trying to ease tensions and help both parties. It was a slight advantage that the company had.
Thorin and Nelina nodded as Bofur left. As she was about to follow Bofur to let the others know, she felt a hand on her wrist which made her look at Thorin. His grip was tight, but nowhere to the point it was hurting. He pulled her closely to him as he brought his hand to her own and grasped it. His thumb caressing her knuckles before he placed a delicate kiss on her knuckles. His crystal blue eyes never breaking away from her own.
"Amrâlimê, you will make a splendid queen." He stated before walking her out of the treasury room and down the long corridors.
 "Dolzekh menu, badgûn." Nelina smiled.
Although it wasn’t much, she felt like she could help her only friends here. But, she knew deep down he had to change and quickly before he became the dragon he once fought.
~
As the days passed, everyone began to notice the Dragon Sickness seeping deeper within Thorin’s consciousness. Many were starting to fear for the worse. His temper was nothing like before, his actions more brash and moments where he ordered Nelina to be by his side was becoming more as a jealous man than that of a man who trusted her wholeheartedly. When Bard and Lord Thrandril came to claim their share of the gold, nearly all of the dwarves were suited for battle. But when they went to the moat and nearly shot Thrandril and Bard, Nelina watched with uncertainty and fear that a war was about to start amongst her family and the people of Lake Town. Her people. Once Bard revealed the Arkenstone to Thorin, nearly everyone was surprised to see the stone in their possession. But when Thorin stated that it was a trick and Bilbo confirmed that the stone was real. Everything turned for the worse as he nearly tried to murder Bilbo. Gandalf saved the hobbit just in time and both Bofur and Nelina ushered Bilbo down the side of the mountain to escape and were relieved that he was now in safe hands.
But the following days grew colder for the King Under the Mountain. Everyone kept their distance from Thorin. Dwalin and Nelina were talking to Balin and trying to find a way to talk to Thorin and bring him back. It was something that the three had been trying to work on to try and bring some sort of sanity back to their king. As Balin left to try and make sure that the rest of the company was doing alright, Dwalin and Nelina went to the small dining hall and both sat across from each other with a defeated look on both of their faces.
“This sickness will never stop, Dwalin. He has not seeked any counsel and I fear that he is at the point of no return.” Nelina stated.
Dwalin laid a hand over her own, making the young woman look up at him. Although he was possibly one of the most intimidating dwarves, he along with his brother and the rest of the Company had taken Nelina in as family and always did their best to not only keep her safe, but to keep her hopes up. But with the Dragon Sickness growing heavier upon Thorin, it was becoming hard for them as well.
“Don’t lose faith, lass. He’ll turn around. You’ll see.” Dwalin reassured her. “Pick yer chin up and don’t let this bring you down, eh?” He tipped her chin up and smiled at her, earning a smile from her.
“Thank you, Dwalin. I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have you by my side.” She exhaled, earning a hearty chuckle from the dwarf.
“Possibly Thorin on a silver platter.” Both laughed lightly at the joke as they were trying to make the best of what they had.
Little did they know Thorin had listened in on their conversation. Feeling betrayed now by Nelina, he stormed out from his hiding spot to the throne room where he sunk into the throne. How could he be so blind? She never loved him. Images of her rushed through his mind, only to make him seethe with rage. She was just like any other human girl. A liar and a cheat. As he was about to call for her, Balin had walked in with a sort of smile on his wise face.
“Balin, fetch Nelina for me. I have some important business to tend to with her.” Thorin said in a cold tone.
~
As Nelina stood in front of Thorin she could see the cold stare pierce through her like an orcs blade. He finally rose from his throne and walked over to her before running a hand through her hair and finding his courtship braid and bead that he adorned her with. His rage filled his mind and heart, the Dragon Sickness fueling more of his rage. Looking up at her, he gripped her wrist and pulled her down to his level which made Nelina gasp and fight back.
“What say you? Does my love for you not mean any worth to you?” He hissed in a low voice.
Nelina’s brow furrowed as he asked her such a ridiculous question. “What!? Have you gone mad?”
“Don’t play coy, I heard what you have said about me to Dwalin.” Thorin replied sharply. “How could you? To think that you were my One? How could I have been so blind?!”
Nelina was now infuriated by his shallow mind. “How dare me? How dare you!? My heart is for you and you only. Dwalin and the rest of the company have been helping me with this new life. Especially with you and…”  She started and finally ripped her wrist from his grasp.
“Don’t you tell me. You fancy another? Is that it?” Thorin started.
“Never! You have changed and not for the better?” Nelina stated. “What happened to the dwarf that was aloof yet understanding? Thorin Oakenshield? The dwarf lord that not only sparred with me but accepted my courtship? The dwarf that I want to spend the rest of my mortal life with. To marry and even if I can not be queen, to be your wife and bring you a life that you deserve?!”
“You will never be queen! You have no right! No Claim! I am no simple dwarf lord. I Am The King!” He barked and glared at her. 
“You’re sick. This place has corrupted your mind.” She tried to reason with him and reach over to try and calm him only to have Thorin slap her hand away.
“Get out. And never show your presence in this mountain again.” Thorin stated as he turned his back to her.
Nelina felt a hard jolt in her chest. Her heart physically skipped a beat and she could feel the loss and confusion. “What? Thorin, you’re not-”
“I banish you from this kingdom… Leave me before I force you out myself.” He growled, but kept his back towards her.
Nelina was at a loss for words. Banished? The sickness has twisted him deeply. No remorse nor shame. She turned her back to him and quietly walked out of the throne room before running out and going to her chambers. Not long after she had left the throne room she had her rucksack and in her tunic, breeches, boots and her cloak, Nelina had made her way to sneak out without the rest of the company noticing her absence. As she made it to the wall, she walked over to where Bilbo had escaped and made sure that her rucksack was secured across her back. As she was about to climb over the ledge.
“Nelina?”
She froze on the spot and closed her eyes. As she turned around she saw Fíli with a furrowed and confused look on his face. Nelina flashed a small sad smile before walking over to him. He grasped her hands in his own as she pulled him over to the ledge.
“Where are you going?” He asked as she pressed a finger to her lips.
Lowering her gaze and looking around for the talking ravens infamous to sending information and listening in. “I’ve been banished… by Thorin.”
“WHAT!”
“Shhh!” Nelina put a hand over his mouth.
“Fíli? What’s going on?” His younger brother Kíli came out from his post to see Nelina. “Nelina, where are you off too?”
“She’s been banished by Thorin.” Fíli explained.
“What?! Why!?” Kíli asked as he too looked for the ravens before he leaned closer.
“Thorin believes that I have fallen for Dwalin and that I have no claim to becoming a queen.” Nelina explained. “I do not care about the status of a queen. I would rather be his wife than be a queen. But, for him to doubt my feelings and think of another dwarf, or man! He is my One.”
With a look of loss and hopelessness, Nelina smiled at them both before walking away and scaling down the side of the wall. Both brothers watched her until she made it safely across the moat and began to run to the city of Dale. Until she was nothing but a speck, both Fíli and Kíli watched her leave and soon retreated back into the mountain and to inform the rest of the company of Nelina’s departure. It was a sad night for everyone but, none took a stance as they knew that Thorin would never listen. Especially now. He was too absorbed with revenge now on to those who had lied to him. But deep down, he missed Nelina. The woman who he loved… now gone.
“Amrâlimê…”
Amrâlimê: My Love
Badgûn: Dream Man
Dolzekh menu: Thank you
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