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An Unexpected Family - Chapter Two

Word count: about 2823

Warning: Talks about death, the military

Read the previous chapter here: https://captaindwobbit.tumblr.com/post/625828977843519488/an-unexpected-family-chapter-one or on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/7532368/chapters/59508406#workskin 

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Monday September 1st, 2014

It took ages for the first day of school to roll around. School was hell, everyone looked at her like she was a sick shelter puppy. Maybe she was, Ninnith wasn’t sure anymore. The prospect of seeing Uncle Thorin again helped her through it, but just barely. It  would’ve been nice to spend the first day of school without the pitying glances. At least she was in Kíli’s class. The new English teacher, Miss Baggins, also seemed very nice. She was also the only teacher who had treated her like a normal person, which Ninnith greatly appreciated. Miss Baggins was also going to be their form teacher for the year.

The rest school day had been uneventful, though, and she told Dís as much when the woman asked Ninnith how her day went. Kíli was more enthusiastic, though, so excited he started talking with his mouth full during dinner, much to his mother’s annoyance. “We have a new form teacher, Miss Boggins. She teaches English and wears vests like headmaster Gandalf sometimes does. It’s like she’s wearing a uniform, like us, which is considerate of her.”

Ninnith rolled her eyes and swallowed her food before speaking. “Baggins, Kíli, her last name is Baggins.” “Same difference”, the boy grumbled, and he stuck out his tongue. The obvious more mature one out of the two, Ninnith rolled her eyes once more and decided to flick a mushroom at him when Dís turned her back to them to start cleaning up. If the woman noticed, then she didn’t show it. “You’ve been awfully silent, Fíli, is something up?” she asked her son.

Fíli looked up from where he was frowning at his food as if it had personally offended him. “What?” Kíli and Ninnith shot each other a Look before turning to the blonde in unison. “Is it a girl?” Kíli asked, beaming. Fíli growled and bumped his elbow into Kíli’s ribs. “No!” he exclaimed, voice cracking a little. It had begun to do that a lot lately, now that Fíli was 15. “It’s not a girl. There’s this new kid in our class, Ori. I tried to talk to him, but he just turned red, sputtered and then ran away.” The teen scratched the back of his head, frown not leaving his face. “He skipped a year, or so I’ve heard, and I figured he could use a friend. Guess not.” “Hmm, Ori… Think I’ve heard that name before” Dís mused from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter. “I’m sure he’s just a bit socially awkward, it was nice of you to try to talk to him. Don’t just give up on him, okay? I’m sure he’d like a friend.” Fíli got up from his seat with a shrug and put his plate and utensils in the dishwasher. “I’ll try, but I won’t go chasing him if he runs off again.”

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After dinner, Kíli and Ninnith sat on the couch to look at the homework they’d gotten and check out their textbooks. At least, that was what Ninnith was doing, Kili was just doodling on the front page of the notebook. Ninnith peeked over from where she was working, and saw that he’d drawn himself fighting a dragon with the text “Kíli’s Math Notes” on top of it. The girl snorted at the drawing. “I like your pencil sword.” “Sharpened pencils are dangerous”, Kíli said sternly, “I still have a scar in my palm from when you stabbed me with one.” Rolling her eyes, Ninnith went back to look at the list of books Miss Baggins had given them. “I was 5, and I’ve already apologized for that so many times. Which book are you going to read for the upcoming assignment?” Her friend shrugged a little, looking over at the list in her hands. “The thinnest. Books and I don’t mix well.” Ninnith sighed and bumped his shoulder. “We used to read together all the time when we were kids.” She knew Kíli was dyslexic, but Ninnith wasn’t going to let it bring him down. “So what if you read a bit more slowly than the rest? Miss Baggins even put fun books on the list, too!” “I’ll see, we still have time.” Kíli mumbled, going back to drawing, and Ninnith knew the conversation was over. She didn’t plan on completely letting it go, though. Kíli just needed some motivation.

“Are you looking forward to Uncle Thorin coming over?” Ninnith asked, deciding to change the subject. The brunet sat up to look at her, face split into a wide grin. “You bet your ass I am! I haven’t seen him in nearly over a year. Well, physically. Hope nothing bad’s happened to him, though.” Ninnith took the brown strand of hair her friend was nearly eating and tucked it behind his ear. He’d started growing his hair after he’d stumbled of pictures of Uncle Thorin as a teenager. He’d looked like a different person, with his piercings and long hair. Still handsome, of course, Ninnith had to  admit, and a bit like a mix of Fíli and Kíli. Kíli had started talking about getting his eyebrow pierced, but his mother had protested at that. She’d told him they could talk about body modifications again when he was 16. Kíli had just shrugged and agreed. “Your Mum said he wasn’t injured, so there’s that. Maybe you can ask him to come with you to get a second hole pierced.” Then a conversation about weird body modifications followed, and they got lost in watching YouTube videos about them until Dís told them it was time for bed.

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Friday September 5th, 2014

Ninnith was nervous. She hadn’t seen Uncle Thorin in several years. The girl didn’t really know how he would react to seeing her in his sister’s house. She herself still felt like a bit of an intruder at times. It was one thing to be close to a family, and another to live with them. The sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted her train of thought, and Kíli shot up from where he was sitting next to her on the couch to go open the door. Fíli shook his head at how his brother jumped over the back of the couch – something their mother had told them not to do – and followed his brother at a calmer pace. Ninnith could hear the door opening and Dís greeting her brother. Then Fíli and Kíli’s voices filled the hallway. All right, she could do this. Taking several deep breaths, she got off the couch and walked over to the hallway. The blonde was just about to step into the hallway when Thorin nearly bumped into her, and she scolded herself for having waited too long to go. It had only felt like seconds!

“Oh, hello, I’m Thorin”, the man fumbled a bit awkwardly, and it honestly made Ninnith feel better to know she wasn’t the only socially challenged person in the room. “Uhh, not sure if you remember me, it’s been a long time.” "Yes, I remember you, " Ninnith took a smiled slightly, standing up on her tiptoes to kiss the tall man on the cheek. "uncle Thorin." The man's shoulders visibly relaxed, and his eyes glossed over. Oh no, he couldn't cry. If he started crying, then Ninnith would too. She'd always had issues with that sort of thing. Blue eyes focusing on Ninnith’s green ones, he put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly. “Who wants food?” Dís yelled from the kitchen, breaking the rather awkward silence. Thorin had looked like he wanted to say something, but Fíli and Kíli both ran to the kitchen, and the tension was broken. Dinner looked delicious, Dís’ lasagna had always been one of Ninnith’s favourites. The blonde girl filled her plate while Kíli bombarded his uncle with questions, talking so quickly it was amazing the man understood at all. If she was honest, she was zoning out while eating until she heard Kíli ask how long Thorin was staying. “I’ll start looking for apartment next week, but I’m going to stay here for a while”, their uncle replied before finishing the last bite of his garlic bread. Kíli positively beamed at that – the teen was looking forward to spending time with his uncle. “Uncle, why did you come back? You haven’t said, and Mum won’t tell us.” Thorin smiled and grabbed some more garlic bread. “I decided it was time for me to be with my family more often.” The dark-haired man met Dís’ equally blue eyes at those words, the smile not leaving his face. There was something sad in his eyes, though, Ninnith noticed. It was the same look Dís got sometimes, when she thought no one could see her. Ninnith finished up her food and patted her stomach. “Wow, I’m so full, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat for the next few days.” She got up and quickly put her plate in the dishwasher. “Hey Fíli, could you maybe come help Kíli and I with our maths homework? There’s this one question we just can’t solve.” Kíli frowned a bit, he hadn’t really talked with his friend about maths yet. He was used to Ninnith’s schemes, though, so he didn’t say anything. His brother just looked confused. “Really? We have all weekend, does it need to be- ow!” Fíli turned to glare at his brother, who’d just kicked him under the table. “Okay, if it’s that urgent…” “Great, thanks Fee. Dinner was absolutely delicious, Dís, thank you!” And with that, all three of the teens left the room and headed upstairs.

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“Okay, so what was all that about?” Fíli asked once they’d made it to the boys’ bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. “Uncle Thorin obviously has to talk to your Mum about something, so I’m giving them some time.” She ran a hand through her hair and sat down on Fíli’s desk chair, spinning around. “They could’ve done so after we all went to bed. You didn’t have to lie about homework.” The older teen grumbled and walked over to the chair, grabbing it to keep it from spinning. “And stop spinning my chair like that, you’ll break it.” Ninnith tilted her head back to look at him, smiling a little. “So grumpy! What happened to our fun-loving Fíli?”  The older teenager glared at her at first, but then her smirked. “I’ll show you fun-loving!” Fíli reached over and started tickling the girl’s sides. That would teach her not to antagonize someone who knew all her ticklish spots! Kíli cleared his throat from where he was sitting on his bed, and lifted up his maths notebook. “We actually do have maths homework. I don’t know about her, but I need help with this. You two can continue that-” The brunette waved a hand in Ninnith and Fíli’s general direction, “when you’re done helping me.” Fíli instantly took his hands off of Ninnith and she would’ve fallen off if he hadn’t reached out to steady her. Her face was red and her hair a mess, but she still sent a fierce glare his way. The taller teen just grinned at her and went over to Kíli to help him.

Ninnith decided to leave them to it and go to her own room to read reviews on the books on Miss Baggins’ reading list. It was quite the list, and it a lot of fiction novels, which delighted the girl. She was used to having stuffy English teachers who would only allow non-fiction or incredibly boring fiction (it’s not that she hated Jane Austen, but her books were just so tedious to read). She was, however, finding it difficult to decide between the numerous books, two of them being Great Expectations and Ninety Eighty Four. She hadn’t read either of them, despite them being classics. Schindler’s Ark/List had been briefly considered, but Ninnith had decided she wasn’t quite in the right headspace for that book right now. Maybe in the second term. Then there was of course The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, which had been a pretty good book, but one she’d never written a report on. It would save her time, but she didn’t want to be a lazy student. Ninnith wanted to impress Miss Baggins. After about half an hour of reading reviews, she decided to slip on her pyjamas and get comfortable on the bed. Opening YouTube, she scrolled mindlessly through her feed and clicked on a random video. The girl didn’t really care what she watched, as long as it distracted her. After watching YouTube for what could’ve been twenty minutes or two hours, Ninnith drifted off to sleep.

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When she awoke, her room was completely dark and her mouth felt like she hadn’t drank any water in about a year. Tiptoeing on bare feet, she made her way downstairs, cringing whenever the old stairs creaked. Perhaps the sound of the gentle rain tapping on the windows would mask the sound. Ninnith got to the kitchen, and was surprised to find it already occupied. “Oh, hi uncle Thorin”, the girl whispered to the dark-haired and tired looking man. “Just wanted to grab a cuppa before heading back to bed.” The man didn’t react much, he just nodded. In the harsh kitchen light, the bags under his eyes were more defined. The silence was deafening, yet was harshly interrupted when Ninnith opened the cabinet to grab the box of chamomile tea. “Want some?” She turned her head to look at her not-quite-Uncle, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding. Ninnith prepared the two cups of tea, the only sounds in the kitchen the clanking of tea cups when she set both of them down on the kitchen table. She froze first at the scraping noise the kitchen chair made when she pulled it out, but sat down after a few seconds. The teen carefully picked up her cup and blew on it. At least she had something to do with her hands that way. Ninnith tapped on the cup to keep herself from saying anything. Her cup soon became half-empty, and not a word had been spoken. “Do you want to talk about it?” The teen asked softly after a few more moments of silence. Thorin’s head shot up from where he’d been staring at his own mug, as if he only just remembered someone else was in the room with him. “Talk about what?” No, Ninnith wasn’t having any of that. She was young, yes, but not oblivious. “The real reason you came back home. The reason you’re not in bed right now.” Blue eyes stared into Ninnith’s own green ones, but she didn’t budge. She’d had years of practice with Kíli and his moods. Thorin finally sighed and ran a hand over his face. “It’s not something someone your age should worry about.” The girl huffed and took a sip of tea before replying. “Someone my age shouldn’t have to worry about their parents dying, yet here I am.” The man’s eyes went a little wide at that, but Ninnith just shrugged and offered a sad smile. “Doctor Peredhel says talking about things helps you process them.” Thorin didn’t ask who Doctor Peredhel was, and she appreciated it. It was true, though. Talking to the therapist had helped a lot, he also never pushed her. “Being in the military, you see things. A lot of things no one – even adults – should see.” He grasped his cup with both hands but didn’t lift it. Instead he stared down at it. “I saw too many people die, and then I heard about Bel- about your parents.” Thorin’s voice was rough with emotion, but Ninnith didn’t dare move or interrupt. A lump was suddenly stuck in her throat. “I had to come home.” That seemed to be all he was willing to say. And that was okay, really, Ninnith wasn’t here to pry. She also didn’t quite want to know the details. The teen put her cup down and placed her hands on Thorin’s, which were now gripping his own cup too tightly. “Well, I for one am glad you’re here, Uncle. And I know everyone else is, too.” She squeezed the man’s hands and finished the rest of her tea in one gulp. “But if you do need someone to talk to, I could give you Doctor Peredhel’s card. He’s easy to talk to.” Thorin didn’t say anything, but she could tell he was thinking. Her ‘good night’ was answered distractedly and it made Ninnith frown. She hoped Thorin would accept her offer, or at least talk to someone. It would perhaps get rid of the haunted look in his eyes. Once in bed, she lay staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours before finally falling into a restless sleep.

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An Unexpected Family - Chapter One

Word count: about 1753

Warning: Talks about death

Read the Prologue here: https://captaindwobbit.tumblr.com/post/625828649573269504/an-unexpected-family-prologue or on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/7532368/chapters/17124115#workskin

August 24th, 2014

Ninnith set down the last of her bags and looked around what was going to be her room from now on. Well, this was it, then. The start of her new, parent-less life. How were people supposed to feel at a time like this? The girl had no idea, but she wasn’t sure about how she felt. She thought she would’ve been happier to live with her best friend, but in truth, she felt sad. Sad because she had to leave behind the home she grew up in, and sad because her parents were dead. She was also angry. Angry because her parents had gotten into the car that day, and angry because she’d already cried so much, yet she still couldn’t stop. People died every day. Children lost their parents every day. Ninnith knew she was lucky she had her mum’s best friend to take care of her, but she just couldn’t bring herself to be happy. Life as she knew it was over, everything had changed. The only constant she had left was Kíli. Speak of the devil… Ninnith looked up when she heard a soft knock on the-no, /her/ bedroom door, accompanied by Kíli’s voice asking her if he could come in. “Sure”, she answered, despite the ache in her throat. The door swung open slowly and Ninnith was still surprised by it;  she thought her voice would’ve been too quiet to hear. “Mum was wondering if you were up to coming down for pancakes”, Kíli explained, slipping into Ninnith’s room and closing the door behind him. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.” The blonde girl just shrugged and sat down on the bed, her shoulders slumping. “What’s the point, Kíli?” Her dark-haired friend frowned, sitting down next to her. “The point is that you eat some pancakes and that it hopefully cheers you up a little.” With a sigh, Ninnith shook her head. “No, not the pancakes. What’s the point of life? We spend out whole lives working hard, yet we still die. What’s the point in doing something if it ends anyway?” Taking in a shaky breath, Ninnith dug her nails into the palms of her hands. “They were too young, Kee. Mum was writing her first book, but she never got to publish it. Dad wanted to go on a road trip with me when I turned 18.” She clenched her teeth and told herself she wouldn’t cry, not now. She didn’t want to seem weak. “They made those plans, but they never got to do any of that. They’re dead, Kíli, and they’re not coming back. In 100 years, who will even remember them?” Kíli had let his best friend ramble, but now decided it was time to stop her. “Ninnith… Your parents did so many wonderful things, you know. They were great people, and so are you. I know losing a parent is hard, but never say their lives were pointless, because you know they weren’t. Not to you.” He wrapped an arm around Ninnith  and pulled her into a tight hug. “You have so many good memories of them. Like the time they tried to teach you how to ride a bike.” Despite the tears running down her face, Ninnith smiled. “I was so happy I finally could, and then I fell in that puddle.” She sniffed and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hands, pulling back a little. “And then I figured out I didn’t fall on my own, but that dad had pushed me. I chased him around for 10 minutes…” Kíli knew the story already, but he still listened to Ninnith. He knew how precious the memories of lost ones were, he wouldn’t want to take that away from Ninnith by not letting her talk about her parents. He was content to just hold his friend and let her think about them. “Does the offer of pancakes still stand?” Ninnith suddenly broke the silence, her voice sounding so small that it broke Kíli’s heart. He pushed past it, though, and hopped off the bed. “Of course, if Fee hasn’t eaten them all.” Kíli didn’t have the habit to insult his brother like that, but it was worth the small curl of Ninnith’s lips. They’d get through this, all of them. After all, they were a family now.

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If someone had asked Ninnith what she would do if her parents died, her answer wouldn’t have been ‘eat pancakes at Kíli’s house’. Yet, here she was, watching her best friend pile syrup onto his pancake. “That can’t be healthy”, Fíli commented. Kíli shrugged, but he still set down the pack of sugar. “Maybe, but it’s delicious.” He sent Ninnith a small smile, trying to pull her into the conversation. Most of Kíli’s smiles had been like that after Ninnith’s parents had died. Whenever he laughed while in her presence, he seemed to force himself to stop. As if the boy thought he couldn’t be happy, just because she was sad. Which was ridiculous, really. Ninnith missed Kíli’s beaming smiles and loud laughter. She could really use one of his lame jokes right now. Sighing, the girl poured some syrup on her own pancake. She wasn’t really hungry. In fact, she couldn’t remember actually being hungry ever since her parents’ death. Eating had just become a habit, not something she enjoyed doing. Putting the food into her mouth seemed more like a mechanical process. Everything her tongue touched felt like sand. She just felt empty, and she wasn’t sure that void would ever be filled again.

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After they’d finished their pancakes, Dis had gone out to get groceries, leaving Fíli in charge.  Ninnith had sat down by the window, watching her get into the car and drive off. In fact, she was still sitting there fifteen minutes later, waiting for her guardian to come back, when someone tapped her shoulder. Ninnith started and looked over her shoulder, right into Kíli’s brown eyes. Her best friend smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “Fíli and I were wondering if you wanted to play video games.” Ninnith mutely shook her head, turning back to the window. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her best friend sit down beside her. “Mum’ll come back, Nin”, Kíli tried to reassure her. But Ninnith saw his smile quickly disappear, and then his expression turned into a guilty one. That was probably exactly what Ninnith had assumed when her parents had gotten in the car. “Sorry. I should be more considerate.” The brunet sighed and ran a hand over his face. “It’s okay, Kee. You don’t need to tiptoe around me. I just want things to go back to the way they were.” She put her hand on top of his and smiled weakly. Kíli did his best to hide his surprise. He hadn’t expected that. He’d thought Ninnith would need some space, like she always did when she was upset. The boy took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll try. No promises, though.” The resulting smile Ninnith sent him made Kíli feel accomplished. He’d finally been able to make his best friend smile! They sat there for a while, just watching the street until Fíli came downstairs to ask them both if they’d finally made up their minds about whether or not they wanted to play video games. This made Kíli jump up and drag Ninnith up the stairs, to Fíli and Kíli’s temporary shared room. Fíli just rolled his eyes and muttered something about not just dragging girls to their bedroom.

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It was close to lunchtime when Dis got home to the sound of Kíli and Ninnith’s whooping and bragging to Fíli about beating him at his own game. She set her groceries down with a small smile, and let her gaze travel towards the stairs. Dis knew her eldest son had memorized almost every move from every single one of his games, obsessed as he was. The woman was happy her son cared so much about cheering his brother’s best friend up, that he didn’t mind wounding his pride. She’d raised them well, her boys. “Boys, Ninnith, I’m home”, she yelled towards the stairs before heading back to the kitchen. Dís had just finished putting away her groceries when she heard the loud thuds of feet coming down the stairs. The woman winced a little, getting up from her crouched position in front of the fridge. No matter how many times she warned them not to, her lunatics always ran up and down the stairs as if they had an orc pack on their heels. It didn’t take long for the boys to arrive into the kitchen, the sound of bare feet on tile announcing their presence. Dis turned to them, and it took her a moment to notice Ninnith, her view of the girl obstructed by her sons. “I got marshmallows, I was thinking we could have them for the Friday after next, when your uncle comes home.”  The boys needed a few seconds to process her words, and then they whooped.  “Really, uncle Thorin is coming? But Christmas isn’t in like a month!” At Kíli’s disbelieving tone, Dís raised an eyebrow. “You know I wouldn’t lie about that, Kíli.” “Did something happen to Uncle Thorin?” Ninnith asked quietly, twisting her fingers a little. It was endearing, really. The girl had always been treated like family, so she’d started treating the Durins like her own as well. “Oh, goodness, no, dear. He’s back early because- well, it’s not my place to tell”, the woman replied quickly, a reassuring smile tugging at her lips. How stupid of her, she should’ve made it clear he was fine right away. Her brother was in the army, after all. No wonder Ninnith jumped to such conclusions. Though Dís was sure any worry the girl felt would fade when she heard Thorin had left the army, finally following in Dwalin’s footsteps. “Anyway”, she started, turning to the fridge and opening it to show its contents “I bought ingredients to make lasagna, and I also got garlic bread.” That definitely helped the tension leave the air, as both the boys exclaimed happily and Ninnith gave a smile at their excitement. She kept an eye on Ninnith while she turned on the oven to preheat it, but the girl was already in deep conversation with Fíli and Kíli about the game they’d been playing. Humming softly to herself, Dís got to work. Read the next chapter here: https://captaindwobbit.tumblr.com/post/625830526680449024/an-unexpected-family-chapter-two or on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7532368/chapters/61567018#workskin

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An Unexpected Family - Prologue

After her parents’ sudden and unexpected deaths, Ninnith moved in with her new guardian and her mother’s best friend, Dís. Adapting to her new life is difficult, but her new guardian being her best friend’s mother makes things easier. Warnings: off-screen character death, sad thoughts, funeral

Word count: 614 Find it on AO3 (click the text or follow this link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7532368/chapters/17124115 ) Big thanks to @blakkrosefangirl19 and @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor for their support and advice! Please tell me if you like it, feedback is appreciated!

Ninnith felt numb. The young girl felt dazed, unable to grasp reality. She guessed the pills the friendly nurse had given her to ‘calm down’ were the culprit. Ninnith didn’t mind.  She’d rather not feel anything at all than end up breaking down in front of all these people. Ninnith slowly looked around the church. All she saw was black. No, people dressed in black. Some of them sent pitiful looks her way and she heard whispers of ‘so young’. Fourteen wasn’t that young. Ninnith had heard of children who became orphans when they were just born. Right, orphans … Ninnith was an orphan now. Her parents were gone. The world had taken everything from her. She looked up at her parents’ caskets, still unable to believe it. A few days ago, they’d still been laughing at her stupid jokes. She tried to hold back her tears, but failed. A single tear spilt down Ninnith’s cheek and she let it, too exhausted to even wipe it away. Ninnith felt someone gently dab at her cheek and she looked up. A woman with dark hair and pale blue eyes smiled ruefully at her. The woman whispered something, though Ninnith could not make out what it was. It sounded soft, loving almost. Ninnith knew the woman felt as sad as she did. Which was good, she was her new guardian, after all. Dís had been the closest friend Beleth - Ninnith’s mother - had ever had. They had been friends since high school and unlike most, they hadn’t grown apart. They had gotten married together, in the same garden. Beleth had visited Dís in the hospital when she gave birth to Fíli, and Dís had immediately named Ninnith’s mother the godmother. Not that they were religious, no. It was more of a ‘second mother’ position. Ninnith’s mother had loved it. When Beleth -  Bel for short - gave birth to Ninnith, it happened a few days before little Kíli was born. Dís blamed her father’s side of the family for Kíli’s stubbornness, because Kíli and Ninnith had supposed to been born together. Ninnith’s mother laughed it off and said it was to be expected that a child of Dís Bergström (née Durin) was late. Bel had held Dís while she cried for the loss of her husband. A car accident. He’d been riding his bike when a drunk driver collided with him. The doctors hadn’t let Dís visit the body, it had been too gruesome. Dís still wore a small necklace with some of Víli’s ashes, the rest of the ashes sat in an urn in her living room. Víli had been like a brother to Ninnith’s parents, so they had mourned together.

Dís had been there when Ninnith took her first step into the world, Kíli soon following because she kept stealing his toys. Both mothers found it absolutely hilarious.

They grew older, went to their first school together and soon they were best friends. Kíli and Ninnith spent so much time together that everyone started wondering if they liked each other.

But Ninnith knew better. She had seen the way he looked at other males, and she really wasn’t interested in him romantically. When she’d brought it up, Kíli had looked relieved and had explained he still wasn’t sure about his sexuality. They’d become even closer after that.

Of course Ninnith didn’t remember any of the stories of her and Kíli’s childhood, she’s been too young for that. But she did believe that they had always been close.

Because right now, Kíli was sitting on her other side and when she put her hand in his, he squeezed it gently and sent her a sad little smile.

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My hobbies include reading, writing and doing neither of those things

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I was tagged by @fromthedeskoftheraven ! (thanks for tagging me <3 )

Favourite colour: Pretty much all colours between blue and green. 

Last song I listened to: Satisfied from Hamilton

Favourite musician: This is super hard, I’ve been listening to mostly random musical songs lately. Bands I like are: Fall Out Boy(saw them live once, it was great), P!atd, Nightwish, Within Temptation, Queen and Paramore.   Annapantsu on YouTube has great covers.

Last movie I watched: Frozen II at a sleepover (my country’s regulations at the time allowed that). I liked it better the first time I saw it, I in fact no longer liked it after seeing it a second time. Some of the songs are great, though.

Last TV show I watched: Avatar: The Last Airbender

Favourite original character: I don’t really have any characters I’ve put on here except for Ninnith. If I had to choose one, though, I’d choose Elizabeth. She’s a pretty old OC, and a witch who specializes in necromancy. Elizabeth is a BAMF who doesn’t take sh*t from anyone. 

Spicy, savoury, or sweet: Savoury! I tend to prefer crispy and savoury snacks over sweets. (Though I’m not allowed to eat anything crispy for a while due to jaw issues)

Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: Tea. I love drinking my cup of tea in the morning (though it’s too hot for that now). I don’t like sparkling water unless it’s straight from the fridge, and coffee makes me shaky and sick.

Pets: 4 cats and 1 dog in total. 3 cats at my dad’s, and the cat and dog at my mum’s.

I’m not tagging anyone, because I need to make some more Tumblr friends first! This is what happens when you just disappear for years, oops.

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i had a moment today while watching a whiny shitlord complain about the injustice of new sci-fi media having more female leads, i suddenly felt the strangest sense of déjà vu. i couldn’t pintpoint it at first but then out of nowhere, it fucking dawned on me

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bonus:

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are you alright Thorin cause that was one hell of a burn

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Five minutes later…

Edit - oh god yes, that is Dís, the mum, not dad. XD

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Honestly something that bothers me more than most things is having my compassion mistaken for naivety.

I know that another fish might eat this bullfrog right after I spend months rehabilitating it.

I know that turning a beetle back onto its legs won’t save it from falling over again when I walk away.

I know that there is no cosmic reward waiting for my soul based on how many worms I pick off a hot sidewalk to put into the mud, or how many times I’ve helped a a raccoon climb out of a too-deep trashcan. 

I know things suffer, and things struggle, and things die uselessly all day long. I’m young and idealistic, but I’m not literally a child. I would never judge another person for walking by an injured bird, for ignoring a worm, or for not really caring about the fate of a frog in a pond full of, y’know, plenty of other frogs.

There is nothing wrong with that.

But I cannot cannot cannot look at something struggling and ignore it if I may have the power to help.

There is so much bad stuff in this world so far beyond my control, that I take comfort in the smallest, most thankless tasks. It’s a relief to say “I can help you in this moment,” even though they don’t understand.

I don’t need a devil’s advocate to tell me another fish probably ate that frog when I let it go, or that the raccoon probably ended up trapped in another dumpster the next night.

I know!!!! I know!!!!!!! But today I had the power to help! So I did! And it made me happy!

So just leave me alone alright thank u!!!!

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the thing i love about aang and sokka's friendship is that they're both very smart and clever and capable individually but you put them alone in a room together and they immediately become the definition of the "my last two brain cells" meme

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AU Prompts

If you want to request, but aren’t sure of a plot then feel free to send me one of these. (Not required to request)

1. Flower Shop AU

2. Royalty AU

3. Modern AU

4. Single Parent AU

5. Sports AU

6. Witch AU

7. Mob AU

8. Pirate AU

9. Bakery AU

10. Space AU

11. Music AU

12. College AU

13. Dance AU

14. Superhero AU

15. Hollywood AU

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50 Random Dialogue Prompts

If you want to request, but aren’t sure of a plot then feel free to send me one of these. (Not required to request)

1. “I literally hate everything about you.”

2. “Honestly, I don’t even know what to believe anymore.”

3. “I hate your stupid face.”

4. “Fine! Leave! Just like everyone else.” “I’m coming right back!”  

5. “Did you just try to wink at me?” 

6. “It’s stupid. Don’t even worry about it.” “Just tell me.” “I love you.” 

7. “Who the hell are you?” 

8. “You know, I used to think you were smart. Now? Not so much.” 

9. “It hurts.” 

10. “Promise you’ll never leave?” 

11. “I choose you.” 

12. “Put that down.” 

13. “Why don’t you kiss me and find out.” 

14. “Just stay.” 

15. “Things aren’t the same as they used to be.” 

16. “Why are you dressed like that?” 

17. “I just love to prove you wrong.” 

18. “Are you still awake?” 

19. “Quit stalling.” 

20. “You’re not as quiet as you think.” 

21. “Don’t touch me.” 

22. “You’re really good at this.” 

23. “Convince me.” 

24. “Why are you whispering?” 

25. “Make me.” 

26. “I let you win.” 

27. “Don’t talk.” 

28. “Just five more minutes.” 

29. “You’re not funny. I know you think you are, but you’re not.” 

30. “That’s not how you hold a sword.” 

31. “Oh and when did you become an expert?” 

32. “Sit down and shut up.” 

33. “What kind of flowers do you think we’ll have at our wedding?” “Our what now?” 

34. “There is no way that I believe that that is true.”  

35. “I need you in my life.” 

36. “Don’t look at me like that.” 

37. “You’re super cute.” “You’re super drunk.” “Doesn’t make you any less cute.”

38. “Hey, I wouldn’t let you do it if I didn’t know that you’d be safe.”

39. “I want you to want me.” “Those are song lyrics, jerk.”

40. “This is really hard for me to say.”

41. “Sometimes I just wish you were better.”

42. “Have you figured it out yet?”

43. “I think I could love you.”

44. “I was drowning and you didn’t care enough to notice.”

45. “Just shut up and help me hide this!”

46. “Right and just how drunk are you right now?”

47. “Please don’t do this to me.”

48. “I saw something that reminded me of you.”

49. “Hold this for a second.”

50. “You’re pretty cool.”

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How would Thorin, Fili, Kili, and Dwalin would react if the reader did a gesture to them (which is actually a courting tradition for the dwarves such as sharing her portion of food, cleaning their weapons, or braiding their hair, etc) but of course she’s not aware of this & she just wants to do something nice?

Hi! Thanks for sending this in. The misunderstanding of dwarven courting customs trope. My one true weakness (that’s a lie. I have many). Sorry it’s taking me forever to get through stuff. I’ve honestly been so exhausted lately and I don’t know why.

Members of the Company reacting to you accidentally performing a courting ritual with them:

Fili:

Fili wakes up one morning, pushing himself up from his bedroll and blowing his hair out of his eyes.

On this morning, his hair is more unruly than normal and it absolutely refuses to cooperate.

You see him struggling and begin laughing to yourself.

Finally he huffs and throws himself back to the ground, his eyes shut in frustration.

You take pity on him and step over to his spot, pushing him back up and sitting behind him.

“Let me help you.”

He sits completely still as you take a section of hair on the side of his head and begin to braid it back. Then you do the same to the other side, tying the two braid together when you’re finished.

He can’t breathe. It’s too much for him and he doesn’t want to ruin this moment.

Then you tell him that you’re all done and you get up and go back to packing up the camp.

Acting like nothing happened. Acting like you didn’t just completely destroy this dwarf.

He knows that you don’t know the meaning of your actions, but still, his heart soars as he runs a hand over the braids.

There’s a small part of him that hopes that even if you don’t understand what this means to him, you still have the same feelings for him that he has for you.

He can breathe again.

Kili:

It’s late and the company has just finished eating the dinner that Bombur prepared.

Kili is tired, so he lays by the fire with his head in your lap, listening to the others telling stories and singing songs.

You’re so engrossed in the stories, that you don’t even notice that you’ve started to play with Kili’s hair.

His eyes slip shut because it’s so soothing to him. He’s almost asleep when he feels you start to twist the strands together.

His eyes shoot open and he’s trying to see exactly what you’re doing without moving his head too much.

You’re not even looking at him as you braid a small section of his hair, the movements second nature.

He’s grinning and his mind is racing.

Completely forgets that you don’t understand dwarven courting customs and gets so excited.

As soon as you’ve finished the braid, he’s sitting up and leaning forward to smack his lips to your cheek.

You’re shocked and rightfully so. He was supposed to be sleeping, not kissing you.

Then it all comes crashing down on him and he pulls away from you, his face red.

You stare at him, pure confusion on your face as he stutters out what he hopes is an explanation.

Then you smile and he’s left with the hope that you may love him as he loves you.

Dwalin:

You’ve stumbled upon some very well made throwing knives in a troll cave.

They’re too heavy for you, but they’re so beautiful that you don’t want to leave them behind, so you decide to gift them to one of the company.

You choose Dwalin because you think he’ll appreciate them the most. Also who doesn’t just love Dwalin?

So you stumble out of the cave and look around for your favorite dwarf.

He’s talking to his brother, not far off from the entrance of the cave.

You saunter over, tapping his shoulder and smiling up at him as he turns around to face you, something of a smile on his face when he sees you.

But then he frowns as you hold the knives out to him.

“I thought you might like these.”

Dwalin only stares between you and the knives and you grow more nervous as no one says anything.

He knows what gifts mean, specifically weapons, but he also knows that you have no idea what you’re doing, so he can’t accept them.

So he stares.

You wonder what you’ve done wrong, but Balin assures you that you’ve done nothing wrong as he smiles to himself and nudges his brother.

“That’s a lovely gift, Y/N. Don’t you think so, brother?”

Dwalin grunts out his response and with one more nudge from Balin, he takes the knives from your hands.

You smile at him again and he feels butterflies in his chest.

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Little gift for my dear friend kilipeppu, because I know she has a thing for Fili’s back. <3

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ok, i guess i never did post the full version of this. you’re welcome.