#Durin's sons imagine

[faeriichaii]

hii!!

i was wondering if you could write kili x gn!reader where the reader wants to braid kili’s hair and they have no idea what that means to dwarves and kili lets them braid his hair. later the other dwarves notice and tease kili about it cause he’s clearly in love with the reader.

thank you sm<33

Braiding Lessons ~ Kili x Reader

A/N: Omg Kili request!!! I love him and I am such a sucker for this plot!! so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do omg!! Also funfact but I almost deleted everything that I wrote during my roadtrip cause I was so unsatisfied with it ;-; Which is probably why it took me so long to actually publish it yikes

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: Fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 1.0k ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (Thank you <33) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋAmrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You always knew dwarves had various beautiful braids, but how come Kili doesn't? So one night you decide to change that and help him out.

You tilted your head to the side, as you let your eyes skim over the various dwarves, whom you were accompanying on their journey. Being the only human, surrounded by one hobbit and several dwarves definitely let you notice a few differences about their culture to your own. For example, they could eat almost double their size almost as if they have two stomachs. They also tend to not care much about their appearance. Except of course their beards and hair in general. They take care of it almost as if their life depended on it. One detail that definitely stood out to you were the different braids that decorated each of them. You remember once staring at Fili, while he undid his small beard braids just to redo them.

“How come dwarves always have braids in their hair?” You once asked him. He smiled at you and continued weaving his fingers through his hair. “Braids are very important to us dwarves. Which is why we rarely let others touch our hair.”

Ever since that day you have noticed the intriguing designs and ways each of the dwarves intertwined their strands. Except for one. Kili was the only dwarf who seemed to be lacking any kind of braid and you have been wondering why that is. You also once asked Fili about it but he wouldn’t answer you. Maybe he doesn’t know how to braid? And he is too embarrassed to ask others for help? Observing Kili, who was laughing along his brother to some jokes, you quickly let that thought settle in your mind. He doesn’t know how to braid and you were determined to change that.

So later that afternoon you bribed Fili to change his night shift with yours (which cost you a few of your travel snacks), in order to spend some time with Kili. You wanted to teach him how to braid and due to the fact that it is quite a sensitive topic to dwarves you wanted to make sure that nobody else would notice the two of you. So as soon as the sun set and the snores of your companions filled your ears, you made your way to Kili. He was perched upon a log which was behind the campfire that slowly burned down. His hands were carefully crafting something delicate, which you didn’t quite see in the dark. “What are you working on?” You asked him, taking a seat beside him. His gaze swerved from the item between his fingers to you. A smile graced his lips.

“It’s a surprise.” He quickly put the item into a small pouch that was secured to his pants. “I thought Fili was supposed to be my night-watch-partner?” “He was but I wanted to switch with him.” A smirk formed on his lips, before he put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Well, in that case I will make sure that this will be the best night of your life.” Blushing at the double meaning behind his words, you tried to separate your body from his. Of course, not because you didn’t enjoy him being so close to you, but because you were in desperate need of some cold air to cool you down and sort through your thoughts.

“I just wanted to ask you if I could braid your hair.” A dumbfounded expression accompanied by a gentle blush fell over his face. “I know you probably were just embarrassed to ask any of the others for help when it comes to braiding your hair and knowing that you don’t know how to I just-“ His laugh interrupted your rambling. “You think I can’t braid my hair?” You nod. “(Y/N), that is one thing we dwarves get born with. No dwarf in this world knows how not to braid hair.” “But why do you never braid yours? Fili told me they were incredibly sacred and important in your culture.” A blush dusted his cheeks as he stared into the campfire.

“Simple. Nobody has asked to braid my hair before.” Your hand moved to his and gave him a reassuring squeeze. “But I just asked to braid your hair. So please, let me take care of you.” He smiled at you and moved one leg over the log so his whole body was facing yours. You let your fingers comb through his soft hair a few times, before taking a strand and dividing it into three sections. Weaving your fingers through the wafts, you made sure to be gentle while also ensuring that there won’t be any bumps or strands sticking out of your small braid. After you have reached the end of his hair, you took out one of your slim leather straps and tied it at the end. Your gaze wandered from the braid to Kilis eyes and you realized how close the two of you have been this whole time. “Thank you Amrâlimé. You have no idea how much this means to me.” You let your gaze wander to your hands in your lap while a shy smile graced your face. “Of course. I am glad you like it.” Kili put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. A bright smile framed his face. “Now it is your turn.”

The next morning the company as well as you quickly packed up their belongings to get back on their journey. While talking with Balin about some of the dwarvens history, you suddenly heard a gasp from behind you. “You never told me about this Kili!” Fili held up a braid between them both. “When did this happen?” “Last night while you-“ “What is going on back there?” Thorin asked, slowly approaching the princes. “Kili finally got his braid! Probably by someone he seems enamoured with.” Fili teases, while letting go of his brother’s hair. A blush dusted Kilis cheeks, as well as your own as the words settled in.

“Was about time they tied the knot.” Dwalin let out a boisterous laugh at Balins words. Tilting your head to the side, you moved your attention to Kili. “What does he mean by that?” “(Y/N) doesn’t even know? You didn’t even explain it?” Fili asked, flabbergasted at the newfound information. “I hadn’t had the time yet.” Kili turned towards you and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. “But I will explain it to you when the time is right.” His radiant smile was enough reassurance for you. You will wait, until he is ready to explain the meaning behind the dwarvish braiding custom.

[swivi]

Now someone please I beg of you make a fanfic where it's a Wanderer x reader but with Durin. So it's like a little family with Wanderer and reader spending time together with Durin after he gets his human and Durin is like their little son..maybe 5 parts but 1 is also fine..I would write this but I don't have the full plot in my head yet..so maybe after my exams are fully finished then I'll write it but for the mean time anyone is free to take up this idea as a series~

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Over Mountains Cold

Kili Durin x Reader

Words: 4931

Summary: On a quest for your family, you and your traveling companion get caught in a winter storm in the Grey Mountains. Your true feelings for your best friend come to light when you struggle to make it through the chilling night. 

Notes: The heater in my room is broken and the image of cuddling with Kili to get warm is just really nice to me, okay? I will use Aidan Turner to dissociate before I contact ever maintenance. (also, why can’t I just write fluff? Why does there have to be the angsty backstory of losing siblings? The world may never know)

Warnings: Kind of a chaotic plot. An ungodly amount of sexual tension. I don’t make the rules. 

-

Fili gave a final wave as he disappeared over the ridge, taking the ponies with him. His brother tried to calm the pit in his stomach. Not only was Fili off to retrieve more supplies alone, but the cold was setting in. If he didn’t make it to the next village by the time the snow started, he would get stuck out here. 

Just like you were. 

“We should go,” You sighed. “We’ll want to set up camp before it gets dark and I want to search the foothills to the east before the sun goes down.”

Kili looked up at the sky. “It’s going to be a cold night.” Already, his breath came out in puffs from his lips. “Maybe we should stay here until morning. It’s lower, so it’ll be warmer and the snow hasn’t reached us yet.” 

You stiffened and turned determined eyes towards him. “I won’t waste any time. If there’s a chance of finding my sisters out here, I’m taking it.” 

You waited for him to argue or tell you how foolish you were. Winter was on the horizon and these mountains would be impassable in the coming weeks. But your friend merely gave you a small smile and put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Then lead the way.” 

You wanted to kiss him. Well, you often wanted to kiss him, but in that moment, with his eyes full of trust and belief in you, no words could express your gratitude. But, coward that you were, you settled for a pat on the arm and an awkward nod. 

“Right. Follow me.” You hurried away from him before you could do something stupid. 

You’d known the dwarven princes for most of your life. Having grown up near the Blue Mountains, you spent a lot of time with Durin’s folk, listening to their stories, celebrating their festivals, and causing a little chaos with your two closest friends. You couldn’t count the times Kili and Fili had gotten you into some kind of trouble, but surely they would say the same thing about you. 

The younger prince walked beside you, telling you legends of ridiculous creatures living in these hills, trying to make you smile. It worked, of course. Between his grin and a bit of theatricality, he never failed to lighten your moods. 

Kili was your best friend. He was there for every prank, every adventure, and every heartbreak. When your village was attacked by raiders three years ago, he spent weeks tending to your injuries and trying to hunt down the people who’d hurt you. 

That’s when they were taken. Your two older sisters, Maryina and Baeriel. Sometime during the battle, those foul men came to your home and stole them away. You were nearly killed trying to defend them. Everyone told you they were dead. Even your parents didn’t have the heart to keep looking after so long, but you wouldn’t give up. You knew they were alive. Kili was the only one who believed you.

“Do you remember what you told me?” You asked suddenly. 

Kili turned his head, hazel-brown eyes bright in the afternoon sun. His brows furrowed with curiosity. 

You elaborated. “When I said I was going to find them. I said I’d search the whole of Middle Earth if I had to. What did you say?” 

Kili beamed. “I said ‘Well, you’re not doing it without me,’” he remembered. “‘You’d get lost.’” 

“Exactly,” you laughed. “And, I do believe that you lead us down more a stray path than I, dear friend.” 

“But we always found our way in the end, didn’t we?” Kili grinned. 

“That we did.” 

The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence with something heavier hanging between you. 

Grass swayed with dying breaths, green turned to dry white. Ahead, towering peaks capped with snow loomed like a massive, foreboding gate. You watched them with growing unrest. Kili’s shoulder brushed against yours as you walked as if just to remind you he was there. 

The afternoon stretched and yawned. The sun began to hover. With every passing hour, the more the light sank, so did your hopes. Your search in the foothills yielded nothing. Not even the remnants of a possible settlement. 

“They aren’t here,” you said. You ran a hand down your tired face, eyes scanning the vast landscape, the mountains at your back. You turned to Kili. “What if…”

You’d come here on a rumor that the raiders who took your sisters had a base in the Grey Mountains. But that’s all you had to go off of- rumors. 

“It’s the first day.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “We’ll keep looking.” Kili scanned the dense woods at the base of the mountains, hoping for some signal of smoke or any other sign of life. There was nothing. But he wasn’t going to give up hope and he certainly wasn’t going to let you. “Come, let’s set up somewhere to sleep. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled. “But if you’re saying you need to rest, then I suppose we can pitch the tent.” 

He rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Last one to the trees gathers firewood,” he challenged. The mischievous dwarf took off before you had the chance to process what he said. 

“Hey!” You called after him and ran as fast as your legs could carry. 

-

Usually, the three of you always camped out under the stars, but knowing how cold it would be, you brought a tent to provide a little shelter. But laying there, so close to him, the fabric barrier between you and the night sky seemed suffocating. 

It wasn’t the closest you’d ever been, of course. There had even been some nights where you found yourself asleep on his shoulder after a long day or he would doze off with his head in your lap. There was just something about this- something about the two of you enclosed together, alone- that felt different. 

You laid completely still, screwing your eyes shut, but your mind refused to rest. The form beside you shifted back and forth, twisting and turning. Kili grunted in frustration and turned onto his back. 

“Y/N?” He whispered. “Are you awake?”

“Unfortunately.” 

He blew out a breath. “We should sleep. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. We’ll have to find some food in case Fili gets holed up somewhere.” 

You hummed and nodded. 

Both of you stared up at the slanted ceiling of the tent, not moving and not speaking. The tension alone chilled you to the bone, making you shudder. 

“Are you cold?” Kili asked. 

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, because I have an extra fur-”

“Kili, go to sleep.” You huffed, shifting to your side away from him so he couldn’t see the painful want in your eyes. 

Kili was more than just your best friend to you. He was your first love, the only person you’d ever loved, really. You’d had suitors in the past ask for your hand, but you declined them all. Your heart was no longer yours to give away. But you could never bring yourself to tell him. He was a prince, after all, and what were you? A nobody. 

You blinked away tears and curled up as close to the tent’s wall as possible. 

So close together and yet you couldn't feel more distant. 

-

The next day yielded even less results. The further you got into the mountains, the less hope you had that you were going in the right direction. The Eastern Pass took you higher in elevation and further away from Fili with the supplies. 

“Wait.” Kili stopped suddenly, putting a hand out in front of you. “Listen.”

You halted, the frostbitten ground shifting beneath your boots. At first, the slight breeze was all you could detect, but as the forest stilled, the subtle yet clear sound of hooves carried on the wind. 

And they were getting closer. 

“Get down.” You grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled. The two of you tumbled into a bush, losing your balance in your haste. Kili hit the ground. You fell onto his chest, knocking the breath out of both of you. 

Kili grimaced. 

“Sorry,” you whispered. Your faces turned a similar shade of pink, both trying to hide it from the other.

The familiar thudding against the forest floor increased in speed and volume. From your position, you could just see through the foliage that kept you hidden.  Kili craned his neck, blindly trying to get a glance. 

“Can you see them?” He asked. 

“Shh.” 

You kept your head low as you stared out. Watching. Waiting. As the horses neared, you decided there couldn’t be more than three. 

“We could take them,” you whispered, looking down. But the sight of Kili lying beneath you, hazel-brown eyes staring up into yours with his hair a mess below him was too much. It sent a burning, twisting feeling through your stomach. You looked back up at the road. “There aren’t many. We could fight and force them to tell us where they took my sisters.”

“Are you mad?” Kili hissed, shifting underneath you. His hips rocked up into yours by accident. He sucked in a breath. “It could be innocent travelers going through the mountains. Or worse, there could be a dozen fighters and we’d be dead in seconds.”

“Since when are you the cautious one?” You scoffed, ignoring his movements and prepping yourself to pounce. 

Kili locked his arms around your middle and rolled. He had you on your back before you could stop him, pinning you to the forest floor with his hands on either side of your head. 

“Since I’m trying to keep you from getting yourself killed,” he growled. 

Relieved that your hips were no longer pressed against his, Kili had put himself in another predicament hovering over your body, his lips mere inches from yours. 

It shamed him to think of how many times he’d imagined you like this.

He waited until the riders were past, counting three, just as you said, but they seemed only to be a father and his two children, both under the age of 16. Kili doubted that these were the raiders who had destroyed your home. One of them mentioned something about getting over the pass before the storm, which made him uneasy. 

Despite the heat of your bodies, the air was indeed growing colder. Clouds were gathering and a crisp, cool scent hung in the air. 

Kili stood and held out a hand to help you up. 

You didn’t take it. 

“We need to keep moving.” 

He swallowed. “We should head back to lower grounds. If we get caught in the pass, who knows how we’ll get out.” 

You didn’t look at him. Instead, you continued up the path. “I wasn’t asking.”

-

Kili walked behind you, neither saying a word. He saw the tension in your back shifting like you were already in battle. He only wished he could relieve at least some of the weight that bore down on your shoulders. Witnessing you in such pain hurt him more than he knew how to express. That, unfortunately, wasn’t the only thing he struggled to put into words. 

It had taken Kili long enough to finally admit his feelings for you to himself, but it was taking even longer for him to admit them to you. Fear wasn’t something that usually stopped him- he’d faced trolls and orc packs a dozen times over- but the idea of jeopardizing his friendship with you frightened him to no end. 

Still, lying there, pressed against you, had drummed all of those feelings up to the front of his mind. They distracted him from the real issue at hand and he tried to remind himself that you need him focused. You needed a warrior, not a love-sick errand boy. 

“If we keep at this pace, we can make it through the pass by morning,” you said grimly. 

Kili exhaled, his voice deep with concern. “Y/N, you need to rest.” 

“I need to find my sisters.” 

You kept walking. 

Kili kept his arguments to himself. Starting a fight now would only make you angrier and he didn’t want to risk you going off alone. 

He let out a low sigh. Being the responsible one was exhausting. 

Kili watched the sun with a concerned eye and discomfort growing in his stomach. His breath appeared in a cloud from his lips. But worse, flecks of white sent panic up his spine. The snow speckled the branches of the pines around them and added to the already thick blanket of frost that coated the ground. The further up, the deeper the snow banks. 

“These flurries won’t be flurries for long,” he warned. 

“We’ll make it.” 

You refused to turn back to look at him. If you did, you knew that one look at his face would make you forget your persistence. You would turn around and head back down the mountain and have to start all over again in the morning. So you kept your eyes ahead, despite the growing shiver down your spine. 

Besides, it was only a little snow. You and the brothers had faced worse on numerous occasions. 

Kili quickened his pace to take his place beside you again. 

“This way,” he said. “I’ve heard a shortcut through this pass.”

You raised a brow. “You’ve heard of one?”

“We’re here based on a rumor, aren’t we?” He retorted. 

You shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough.’ 

Kili took the lead as the air thickened with white flakes. The shortcut, while it existed as far as he knew, was not the true purpose of his change in direction. He’d read journals telling tales of adventures through these mountains and he remembered a checkpoint for many. A cave where they could take shelter from winter storms. He only hoped it was real. 

You began to regret your stubbornness as the cold seeped through your coat, the snow falling thicker and thicker, decreasing your visibility until you could see but a mere few feet in front of you. 

In a blink, the blizzard set in. 

You trudged on. Eyes blinded by white, you walk straight into the mass in front of you. Your companion’s warmth drew you in and you couldn’t help but press yourself against his back. His arm wrapped around, searching for yours. 

“Take my hand!” Kili called back to you. 

You did so without hesitation, wincing at the chilled state of his skin. 

“We’re nearly there!” He shouted over the wind. 

“That’s impossible! We haven’t even made it through the pass!”

“You’ll see.” 

Trust was the only thing you had left, your senses overtaken by the storm. And then suddenly, it stopped. Kili pulled you forward and the choking white curtained the opening of the cave behind you. Wind howled, but no longer deafened. 

“You knew this was here?” You gasped through chattering teeth. 

Kili gulped. “I hoped.” 

“You hoped?” 

“You kept going!” He held out his hands, fingers stretched and shaking with his words. “I didn’t know what else to do!” 

“Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” You ran a hand down your face, wincing at the freezing surface of your own skin, as well as the exhaustion overtaking your features. You paced back toward the blinding white outside. “We’ll stay here until the storm blows over and then we’ll keep going.” 

Standing at the opening of the cave, the wind still chilled you to the bone. Still, you watched, as if your sisters would magically appear and welcome you into their warm arms. 

As the image passed through your mind, you were gently pulled away from the wind by a hand as cold as yours, and yet it sparked the warmth that you needed. Kili placed a hand on your cheek, turning your face to his. 

“You’re exhausted,” he said. “We cannot afford to be careless. Not out here. We’ll go out again in the morning. You need to rest.” Before you could argue, he added, “We both do.” 

With the fog of determination outweighed by fatigue and frost, you sighed in defeat, hanging your head. 

“Alright,” you conceded. 

Kili put a finger under your chin and lifted your eyes. He gave you a small smile to which you couldn’t help but reciprocate. 

“Come on. We should set up the tent. It might not be much, but it can’t hurt.” 

Your chattering teeth gave no argument. There was no wood for a fire, the smoke would fill the small space anyway, so the thin cloth was your only added defense against the cold. 

Once inside, you both felt the same pull towards each other, your bodies craving the heat of another. But you stayed on the far side, as far as you could get, mind clouded by icy, frozen fear. Kili didn’t say anything, trying to ignore the ache in his chest as he tried to sleep. 

Your eyes couldn’t have been shut for more than a moment when you heard them. 

“Y/N!” 

“Y/N! Where are you?” 

You blinked to clear the tiredness from your eyes and listened. 

“It can’t be,” you whispered. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” 

Maryina and Baeriel. 

You listened again. 

“We’re here! Help us!”

Your sisters. They were out there. They were trapped in the storm. They needed you. 

You sat up, tossing aside the coat you’d been using for a blanket and ignored the bitter air seeping through your tunic. You didn’t feel it. You didn’t see your companion sleeping across from you. You didn’t hear the wind as you stepped out of the tent. You only heard your sisters’ cries…

And stepped out into the blizzard. 

-

Kili twisted and turned. As hard as he tried, sleep never stayed. He dozed off only to drift back, trying not to shiver. 

“I can’t sleep again,” he sighed. Kili flipped onto his other side. Rubbing his tired eyes, he opened them. The bundle of furs beside him took an odd shape. 

Empty. 

“Y/N?” 

He sat up and reached across the tent, feeling nothing but frigid air. Kili lifted his head, panic banishing any exhaustion left in his limbs. 

The untied opening of the tent flapped in the wind. 

“Y/N!” He called out. 

The storm screamed in response. 

He scrambled out of his bedroll and sprinted into the night. Fat, white flakes stuck to his face and eyelashes no matter how much he blinked them away. 

“Y/N!” He shouted again. 

Kili walked, trying to keep the cave in sight. The blizzard raged around him, concealing even the silhouette of the trees. He cried out your name again and again. With every passing second of silence, his chest grew tighter. 

Why would you have gone off alone? 

What if something had taken you?

There was no way for Fili to reach the cave until the storm settled, which meant he was completely and utterly alone. 

“Y/N!” 

It felt like hours before the wind let up and even then, snow continued to fall and the air turned even colder, creeping down Kili’s neck like a thousand icy-legged spiders. 

There, in the distance, he could just make out a shape, wandering and covered in a thick, frozen blanket. 

Kili ran as fast as his aching legs would allow, his boots sliding on the ice-coated ground. No matter how loud he shouted, it was as if you couldn’t hear him. You trudged on, the snow almost reaching your knees. You didn’t even have your coat. If he didn’t get you out of this cold, you would surely be lost to the white nothingness that surrounded you. 

“Y/N, what are you-” Kili moved to grab your arm and found that your eyes were closed. Ice stuck to your face where tears had fallen and your blue lips muttered the same two things over and over again.

“Maryina…. Baeriel….” 

Kili’s heart shattered like an icicle falling to the earth. 

“Y/N, love, wake up,” he pleaded, gently taking hold of your shoulders. He had to stop himself from recoiling. Even through your tunic, you were like a statue, freezing to the touch. “We need to get back to the cave. I need to get you to a fire. I need to get you warm.” 

Already, you looked like a walking corpse. 

But your eyes were starting to open.

“K-Kili?” You muttered through chattering teeth. “What’s going on? I’m so…” You stepped forward, falling against him. “I’m so cold.” 

Kili didn’t hesitate. He scooped you up into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. He followed his own footprints as they were slowly being covered again by the falling snow. By some miracle, he made it back to the cave. He hurried into the tent, wishing he had the material for a fire. For now, all he had was hope. 

“I heard them,” you said, still dazed. “I heard their voices calling to me in the storm.” 

“And you followed it?” He gasped, quickly undoing the fastens of his coat. “Are you mad? Even if they were out there, you’re no good to them frozen to death.” 

Kili shrugged out of his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. 

“No, Kili.” You tried to push him away, but he was stronger, fueled by panic and determination. “Kili, you’ll freeze.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said harriedly. He tied the entrance of the tent to keep out the frigid wind and laid down, gently pulling you along with him. Kili rubbed his hands up and down your arms, careful to keep the heap of furs wrapped tightly around you. He held you against his chest, his tunic slightly undone so you could feel the heat of his skin against your cheek. 

As his warmth broke through the icy surface that suffocated your entire body, your mind started to clear. It started to wake up.

And when it did all you could see was his wide, golden-brown eyes searching yours with a fire you’d seen a few times before. Once when you’d been separated from him and his brother for a week on a particularly stressful journey and the other when your village was attacked and your sisters were taken. Each time, he looked as though he was looking at the sun for the first time. 

At the time, you didn’t understand, or perhaps you didn’t let yourself understand. You understood now what that fire meant. 

He was, and would always be, your shelter. 

Like magnets, you somehow were drawn together still, despite already being impossibly close. The air between you was hot with your breathing. Everything seemed to stand still, from the raging winds outside to the racing heart inside your chest. 

Neither of you said a word, an entire conversation held simply in the lock of your gazes. 

Kili’s hand cradled the back of your head, laying it against his chest. You felt the soft, sweet warmth of his lips on your forehead. 

Despite the hauntings of your mind, your heart gave you leave to rest in the strength and comfort of Kili’s embrace, allowing both of you to slip back into the persistent reach of slumber. 

-

The storm blocked the pass by morning and, without any equipment, there was no way to get over. It had all been for nothing. 

Fili found you halfway back down the mountain, the pony’s back covered with more supplies. 

“What happened to you two?” He asked.

“We couldn’t find them,” you snapped, hurrying ahead of both of them. 

Fili turned to his brother. 

Kili shook his head. 

Your party of three traveled until you found the nearest tavern and the boys made you stop for the night, watching exhaustion seep into your every step. 

Dinner was had in silence with an air hanging so thick that Fili felt he would choke on it. He could never imagine the two of you fighting- he knew that his brother would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you. But he also knew Kili’s true feelings towards his best friend and Fili couldn’t help but wonder if something had been revealed while he was gone. 

“We’ll start up toward the northern villages in a few days,” Kili said. “It’ll give us some time to rest, regroup, and plan.” 

You stared at your plate. “What’s the point?” 

Both turned to you. 

Kili’s eyes softened. “Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“They’re gone, Kili.” You blinked back tears. “We could search until the end of time and we still wouldn’t find them.”

“Then to the end of time we will look because I am not giving up,” he insisted. His dark eyes took on that glimmer from last night, igniting something within you. 

Your nightmare wasn’t the only thing that frightened you. 

“I’m going to my room,” you said, pushing away from the table. Your form disappeared up the stairs with the gaze of both princes trailing after you. 

Kili sighed, running his fingers through his long, dark hair. 

“You just going to let her go?” Fili scoffed. 

“What would you have me do?” 

Fili shook his head and took a drink of his ale. 

Kili narrowed his eyes. “What?”

His brother raised a brow. “Y/N is the most stubborn, persistent, devoted woman I’ve ever met. She isn’t giving up on looking for her sisters. She’s worried about continuing the search with us.” 

“What?” Kili exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

“Kili, brother,” Fili sighed. “I’m saying maybe my absence was exactly the two of you needed and you’re both still avoiding what I’ve seen for as long as we’ve known Y/N.” He finished off his ale and snatched Kili’s away before he could protest. “Now go talk to her.” 

Kili swallowed, staring at the steps. It took one final shove from his brother to actually get him to stand up and move. 

As he ascended the stairs, Kili thought about everything Fili had said. What did he mean, his absence was what you two needed? What did he know that Kili didn’t? 

Of course, the younger prince knew exactly what his brother meant. He’d always known, even when he didn’t know how to admit it. But waking up in that tent, the panicked thoughts of you out in the storm, alone, the terror of losing you to the ice and snow, and holding you in his arms to keep you warm all revealed exactly what had been in his heart all these years. 

He loved you. 

Perhaps Fili was right. 

Maybe it was time to finally tell you. 

Kili found your room and stood before it for a good long while. He tried raising his hand to knock, but he was just… frozen in place. 

What if this was a mistake? 

What if decades of friendship fell apart in this moment?

What if-

The door opened and his heart stopped. 

You startled back at the sight of his big brown eyes. The eyes you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. The ones you wanted to get lost in and never be found. And he was there, waiting for you. 

You both opened your mouths to speak and stopped, waiting for the other person, leaving you both in a tense silence. The same tension from the tent. The one that drew you together, closer and closer. 

“Kili, I-”

His lips caught yours, silencing the words you still weren’t sure how to say. You let your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, closer still if that was even possible. Every moment, every breath from the last few days had been leading to this. And all either of you could think was one word. 

Finally. 

And as Fili watched you pull Kili into your room, kicking the door closed behind him, he was thinking the same thing. 

“Finally,” he muttered, shaking his head as he went to his room, glad to have it to himself for a change. 

-

Kili’s lips brushed against your forehead, the rest of your body completely tangled with his. Your arms wrapped around his bare chest, your legs wound between his, and your head was tucked under his chin. Your naked skin burned against each other but you never wanted it to stop. 

And between every sigh, every pleasured cry or whispered word came one phrase. I love you. 

He said it again, now. “I love you.” 

You turned to look up at him. Into those eyes. The gaze that captured you more and more every time. 

“And I you,” you said, kissing his collarbone, then his jaw, then finally his lips. “I have loved you ever since you taught me to shoot an arrow through the apples on our tree.” 

Kili grinned, deepening the kiss and moving so his face hovered over yours. 

“I’m still not giving up, you know,” he whispered. “We will find your sisters. And we will do it together.”

You wrapped a brown curl around your finger and nodded. 

“I know. Before, I was just… scared.” You turned your head away. “That storm took me to a place I don’t want to go again.”

Kili laid a hand on your cheek, bringing your eyes back to his. “I’ll keep you safe.” He kissed your forehead again. “I promise.” 

After letting the seriousness of your words settle for a moment, you grinned mischievously and rolled so that you straddled him. 

“We should have tried this sooner,” you smirked. 

Kili laughed and rolled again, putting him back above you. “It’s certainly a good way to stay warm.”

[mikathemonster]

PPE: Chapter One

I'm so glad to finally start dishing this out to all of you. It's been a WIP since 2023, and though it's far from finished, I think it's finally beginning to become digestible. Pride and Prejudice has always been one of my favorite classical stories, so I'm very excited to give you all the first chapter of my P&P inspired fanfic.

Pairing: Kíli / Gender-neutral Human Reader

wc. 3945

Afternoon sunlight trickled through the glass windows of your home as you journaled in the study. It was a long day of nothing for you, having done all of your chores and errands yesterday evening. Today was supposed to have been spent with your sister, but it seemed that her plans had changed suddenly, as she was far too busy chasing after blacksmiths in Dale. But you were used to her boy-crazy antics by now. After all, with how often your mother encouraged you and your sister to marry well-off, you couldn’t exactly blame her; she was just getting ahead of the game. At least, that’s how it looked to your mother on the surface.

In reality, Aerin loved the attention of any man willing to give it to her. 

“It’s fun, it’s thrilling,” she had told you once, describing her exciting hobby. “It’s an easy way to pass the time and enjoy yourself on an otherwise boring day.”

You didn’t share her passion for objectifying men, but you also trusted her not to get herself into any serious trouble. You were the only one who knew she rarely found any true connections from such behavior; she was smart and always kept her heart close to her. It was a quality of hers you much admired. 

While it was harder for her to find someone truly worthy of her talents, you always seemed to envy and admire the way she could easily see right through to a man’s true intentions. Perhaps her passion had helped her develop such a skill, but it was skills such as these that made her your most trusted confidant in the tight net of your small family. Many nights in your home led to quiet conversations under the linen sheets of your shared bed, gossiping about her latest societal adventures. 

Many of these adventures inspired your own passion for writing. Her tales of fancy and romance would make you roll your eyes, but even you couldn’t help yourself to dreaming up such situations in your own stories. Under the sheets, she’d inquire about which adventure of hers you had written about most recently. She was the only one in your family that spoke proudly and openly of your passion for writing.

Of course, that wasn’t to say that your other family members disapproved; in fact, they had their own little ways of appreciating you, but more privately. Oftentimes you had caught your cousin Bairn in you and your sister’s room, sneaking his nose in your completed journals full of tales of romance and mystery. 

“Get out of my room!” You’d huff, rushing over to shut the book before him.

“I wasn’t doing anything!” He’d defend himself, though you had just caught him red-handed. “Gods, you’re so paranoid!”

It was always annoying, of course, but you appreciated the underlying sentiment of it all. Just never in the moment.

And speaking of, Bairn soon walked in to interrupt your writing as he gave you a slightly foreboding look; it seems he had come with news as he shut the door behind him. 

“Your mother, my aunt, seems to be quite too happy this morning.” He said, his hands waving about.

You scoffed, setting your journal down as the newest entry would have to wait. “What is that supposed to mean? It’s a nice day out today, Bairn. She has plenty of things to be happy about, I’m sure.” 

“No, this is more than good weather, I think,” he shook his head. “She started grinning like nothing shortly after I delivered her the mail. It was scary, like whenever Aerin finds a man she wants to chase.”

“Do you think she received word of someone dying?” You joked, feigning shock. Bairn didn’t seem to find it funny.

“Who could have possibly died to make her smile like that?”

“Nevermind that,” you waved the thought away, realizing he wasn’t in a joking mood. “Why are you hiding away in here, then?”

“Hiding? I’m not hiding.” He was quick to defend himself, just like always, finally moving away from the door he had been leaning on.

“Bairn. You shut the door behind you. Rather quickly, might I add.” You pointed out with a chuckle. “You’re hiding.”

He sighed. “I… I wanted to spend time with you, dear cousin. Perhaps ask about your most recent writing?”

You scoffed, about to say something sarcastic when your mother’s footsteps started being heard throughout the house. Bairn’s face fell.

“She’s coming,” he whispered, his whole body stiffening. You stifled a laugh.

“Oh for gods’ sake, Bairn,” you stood up to open the door. “It’s not like she’s a witch!” 

“A witch, perhaps not. But certainly a madwoman when she’s grinning like a cat!” He said, taking your previous seat next to your journal. “What were you doing?”

“You amuse me, cousin.” You smiled. “And I was writing down my thoughts, until you came to interrupt me in such a rush.” 

Just as you said that, your mother waltzed in through the door with a fierce determination, armed with a letter in her hand.

“Oh my gods, there you two are! Where is your sister?” She asked, a wide excited grin on her face, just as Bairn had described. You stifled a grin yourself, finding this whole situation entertaining. It was hard to find a dull moment in your strange family, especially with your mother’s dramatics.

“Gods, she’s quick,” your cousin cursed under his breath. You held back your laughter, not wanting your mother to catch on.

“She’s out right now, at the smithy,” you answered. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh, of course she is. Well, it matters not.” It seemed she was even too excited to care that your sister was off flirting again. “Only the best news of the year; Lord Threl has just returned from the Blue Mountains!” 

She practically screamed with giddy delight, and you had to search your brain to figure out who she was talking about. You looked to your cousin for some sort of clarification, but he looked as clueless as you as he shrugged his shoulders. 

This was a common occurrence in your family, as your mother was a bit of a gossiper.

“Don’t tell me you two have forgotten?” Your mother huffed, unamused at your blank expression.

You rolled your eyes. “A little help would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

“He’s son to Lord Thral of the Blue Mountains,” your mother explained, but it wasn’t exactly working to enlighten your mind. “He’s returned from his home for a short time on a political trip to Erebor, where he’ll be staying for a few months!”

“Forgive me, aunt,” your cousin finally chimed in. “But who is that?”

“Don’t tell me you two have already forgotten?” She sighed, taking a seat. “His father was one of the first ones to offer help to those forced out of Dale by Smaug the Terrible all those years ago, and he was the first one to send aid when Bard began rebuilding our lovely city. Surely you remember Lord Thral?”

It seemed to click for your cousin, whose eyes lit up with recognition. “Do you mean Thral of Thunder? The dwarf lord who survived five encounters with lightning? They say he has blue marks on his skin from where the lightning struck!”

Your mother was not impressed. “How is that the only thing you recall about him?”

“Are you kidding?” Bairn continued. “They say he defeated an entire army of orcs single handedly!”

Your mother huffed, clearly annoyed at your cousin’s love for dangerous tales.

You chuckled, offering a soothing rub to your mum’s shoulders. “To be fair, it’s a harrowing story.”

“Well the truth is not just a story!” She huffed, but her stress would soon subside.

“And why has it gotten you so excited, Aunt?” Bairn asked, looking between you and your mother.

“Because we’ve received an official invitation to his opening banquet!” She beamed, waving the letter in the air in her giddy excitement. 

Your mouth hung agape for a moment, struggling to find words. No wonder she had been so offended you two couldn’t recognize his name. You even looked to Bairn for solidarity; it seemed he was just as surprised.

“An opening banquet?” You raised your brows, shocked. “When is it?”

“In three days time, based on this letter,” your mother said. “Just think of the opportunity this is for you and your sister! And don’t think I’m forgetting about you, young man.” 

She walked up to Bairn, straightening his clothes. “This is a fine chance to introduce yourselves into society and gain some reputation, or even meet someone!”

“Reputation of what, exactly?” Bairn raised a brow. 

“Meet someone?” You followed.

Your mother scoffed. “At this point, any reputation would do you two some good! Bairn, it’s high time you sought out some work aside from polishing blades. And Y/N dear, don’t you want to meet some new people instead of staying cooped up all day?”

“I enjoy my ‘cooping’, thank you,” you frowned, getting defensive. “And… I meet people!”

“The grocer doesn’t count, my dear.” Your mother walked towards you, tucking some hair out of your face as your cousin snickered at her remark. “Even if you don’t find the thought pleasing, we’re going to attend. I’ve made my decision. This is a great opportunity for all of you and especially your sister.”

“Aerin?” Bairn asked curiously.

“It’s high time she married, or at least stopped parading around with a new boy to chase every few weeks.” And just like that, your mother’s distaste for Aerin’s hobby was coming back. “I can handle her being the talk of the neighborhood, and I’m all for childish games but I won’t have her wasting her youth. It’s time she started looking for something more serious. She needs to start making a name for herself, she’s too bright not to.”

“And are you going to be the one to tell her this news, Mum?” You raised a brow, knowing Aerin would probably both love and loathe this idea of hers. 

“No, I think you two are capable enough of relaying the message,” she grinned. “I’ll be much too busy sharing the news at the market today!”

“Oh, but of course.” You spoke sarcastically, giving a bow. This was typical of your mother. “We’ll be your messengers.”

“As always,” Bairn rolled his eyes.

“And I adore you for it,” your mother walked over to Bairn, pinching his cheek. “I’ll leave the letter here with you, lest someone steal it at the market. I’ll try not to be long!” 

She was already waving goodbye as she exited from whence she came. Finally, your cousin and you could share some peace. A collective sigh filled the air from the two of you, with silence following it. For a moment, nobody spoke. 

“Nervous?” You asked, coming to sit by him.

“No… Well, yes. This seems a lot more… expensive than our family is accustomed to.” He said as you rubbed a small circle into his back.

You nodded with a hum of understanding. Sure, your family could trace its lineage to Dale’s nobility, but that was nothing compared to the royalty of dwarves.

“I agree, but surely it can’t be too above our paygrade if we’ve been invited?” You countered. Bairn nodded in agreement. “Mum’s right, you know. It could be a good opportunity for work. Don’t you want to do more than polishing knives?”

“It’s certainly a grand thing indeed,” he affirmed. “I’m just worried I won’t measure up.”

“Well there’s nothing to worry about until we’re there, Bairn,” you said. “Unless we’re deciding what to wear.”

“Aerin will take the longest for that,” he scoffed, relaxing a little. A comfortable silence hung in the air before he drew a breath. “What even is this banquet, anyways? Why are we invited out of all people?”

“Well, then. Read it yourself.” You handed Bairn the letter your mother had left next to him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t also curious about the specificities of the invitation.

Your cousin carefully reopened the letter, his eyes scanning the text as he began to read aloud. 

“The Court of Erebor cordially invites the Free People of Dale to an assembly banquet in the name of Lord Threl to honor the allied bond between Erebor and Ered Luin. As to showcase the last seven years of camaraderie between the Men of Dale and Erebor’s Army, there will be a spectacular display of fireworks at the end of the night.”

“Well that makes it sound a little less expensive if everyone in town is invited,” you spoke, reading over his shoulder. “And Mum was worried about someone stealing our invitation.”

Bairn set the letter down. “Well, it seems very promising. Perhaps I could apprentice with the smithies in the Forges. That would do me some real good.”

“Or at the very least, you could meet them,” you added.

“What about you? What will you do?” Bairn asked.

Another moment of silence.

“Hm… I can’t imagine much, I’m not so sure there’s a whole lot of writers in Erebor. I might just follow Mum or Aerin around the whole time, to be quite honest. Though, it would be fun to wander off and explore the city.”

He chuckled. “Imagine that. With so many people invited, I doubt they’d let us wander everywhere.”

“You’re probably right,” a soft grin hung on your lips. “Still, it’s a nice dream.”

“I hear the halls are chiseled with gold,” he said rather dreamily.

“Well, we shall certainly see for ourselves.”

Almost as if on cue, the door slammed shut downstairs and a high-pitched squeal of delight rang throughout the home, followed by impending footsteps heading straight for your shared bedroom. You smiled to yourself, resting your hand over Bairn’s as you pulled him up with you to head for the door. “Duty calls,” you said.

“I hate being the messenger all the time,” Bairn groaned.

—

After you and your cousin showed her the invitation, a moment of silence fell upon your sister as her face charged up with the brightest grin you had seen in weeks. She let out a breath, speechless, as she turned to face Bairn, then immediately back to you. “Are you absolutely certain?!” 

“You can read it for yourself if you don’t believe me,” you laughed.

“Well, go on then,” Bairn groaned, splayed across your bed as you sat at your vanity, with Aerin holding a pillow in her lap. “Scream and shout away.”

She didn’t need permission; Aerin was already squealing in delight before Bairn could finish his sentence.

“A banquet! Oh, what am I going to wear? How are we going to arrive? Surely we will have to walk, so what shoes must I prepare? Wait-” Her hand flew to her chest. “What if we all matched?”

“I’d rather melt,” Bairn squeaked, not fond of the idea. 

You weren’t particularly crazy about it either, but you loved your sister dearly. “Just as long as you don’t put me in a dress. Those things are so difficult to maneuver in.”

“Oh, calm down,” she chided. “That’s only because Mum tied it too tight last time, and you know it.” You handed your sister the letter, who tore into it eagerly as she read every word.

You winced. “Speaking of Mum…”

Your sister stopped in her tracks, brows now furrowed in confusion. “Why? What’s wrong?”

You chewed this inside of your cheek, nervous to deliver the news. “Well…”

“She wants you to start looking for suitors at the banquet,” Bairn rumbled, face down in the sheets.

“Suitors? Oh, well that’s not too bad,” she began to wave the thought away before you interjected.

“No, she’s serious about this, Aerin,” You warned. “She was talking about marriage.” 

Your sister’s expression fell at your words. 

“Already?” Aerin whispered, a small frown tugging the corner of her lips. 

“Well, you are the eldest,” you shrugged. “I believe she may be worried that your reputation–”

“What reputation?”

“You know exactly what reputation,” Bairn rolled his eyes.

“She’s worried it may hold you back in life, is all.” You offered, hoping to come across as an ally.

Your sister sighed, sinking into her pillow as she held it close to her chest. “I suppose I thought we would have more time.”

“It seems that time has come,” you nodded. “We are already getting around that age, Aerin.”

“And what about Bairn?” She said.

“Aunt says she wants me to get a job,” he answered, sitting up now. “She wants both of you to go out and meet people. Especially Y/N.”

“Yes, thank you for bringing that detail to light once more, Bairn,” you grinned sarcastically before sighing. “It’s just at the banquet, I’m sure. You know how she doesn’t approve of any of the boys here.”

Aerin scoffed. “Oh, there’s no need to remind me. But still… I’d rather enjoy myself at a banquet rather than worry about things like money or marriage or reputation…”

“And you still can!” You spoke up, trying to reassure your sister. The whole idea of the banquet was exciting, especially for such a social butterfly as your sister. You didn’t want your mother’s wishes to affect your sister from having a good time.

“I doubt Mum will be following you around the whole night. We could even stick together the whole night to give Mum some solace, then after we dance and feast and drink we can simply say that we didn’t meet anyone worth marrying!” You suggested. “We don’t often get invited to something like this, so we shouldn’t spend the whole time worrying during it.”

Aerin was slowly coming back to her happy-go-lucky self, smiling brightly at you. “Do you promise?”

“I wouldn’t dare break it,” you smiled softly.

“Which leaves me stuck with Aunt Elina. Just wonderful,” Bairn sighed, and your sister and yourself couldn’t help the laughter that escaped.

“Oh, cheer up, Bairn,” Aerin threw her pillow at him. “At least we’ll all be matching!”

He groaned. “Don’t remind me!”

–

Night soon came, as it always did, and slowly things seemed to calm down from the afternoon’s excitement. The buzz in the air had been replaced with a quiet hum of contentment as your mother and Bairn sat reading by the fire while you continued your previous journaling upstairs in your bedroom. Candlelight danced by your hand as you wrote down your thoughts, the only sound filling the air being your sister’s humming as she stared out of the window. 

These were your favorite nights in your house, filled with nothing but comforting quiet around the people you cared about, especially on nights where your sister hummed or sang. You’d fallen asleep to her songs many times in your childhood. Your mother loved to tell the stories of how whenever you couldn’t sleep, you’d crawl into bed with Aerin and have her sing you to sleep.

Even now, in the dead of night, you found yourself drifting into a peaceful solitude as she hummed. So peaceful, in fact, that it had taken you several moments to even realize that she had stopped.

“Is everything alright?” You looked up from your writings only to find your sister still gazing out of the window.

“I’m just thinking,” she said in a hushed voice.

“About what?”

“Plenty of things,” she said.

“How incredibly vague,” you joked, earning a smile from your sister.

“Thank you, I’m very well known for my vagueness, you know,” she teased back.

You set your journal and pen down, walking away from your desk to join her on your bed. 

“Is it the banquet?” You asked.

“A little,” she admitted. “I care a lot more about Mum’s expectations, though.”

“Oh. I see.” You nodded. In truth, you weren’t sure what to say to Aerin in this moment as quiet hung in the air. 

“I’m still listening,” you offered.

“I’ve always wanted to marry, I think,” she said hesitantly. “But I imagined it happening more on my own terms. And certainly much later in life, like Mum did.”

“It still can,” you offered. “I doubt Mum would be displeased if you didn’t meet ‘the one’ in a single night.”

“I agree,” she smiled. “But for some reason the whole idea still bothers me in some way. It feels so different now that there’s this pressure to meet someone.” 

“I think Mum’s just worried,” you reassured. “Nowadays, it’s much more customary for people to be arranged in marriage. It’s not often that people get married as late in life as Mum and Dad did.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” she nodded. “I suppose I just didn’t expect her of all people to agree on that sentiment.”

A silence fell over you, unsure of what to say. The most you could be in this moment was a kindly pair of ears.

Aerin continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever had too much trouble meeting anyone, not any that I can think of…” 

“You’ve certainly met a lot.”

“All in good fun, of course,” she sighed. “You know, I think I have met almost every eligible bachelor in this town. All of them are quite agreeable. But none of them have truly felt…”

“Exciting?”

“No, that’s not it,” she said.

“Honorable?”

“Surely not,” she chuckled. “But that’s not it either.

She turned to you, finally drawing her gaze away from the window. “I feel rather rude for saying this, given my own reputation, but none of the men I’ve met here have seemed… worthy enough of my time?”

You scoffed. “Interesting, considering you chase them so.”

“Only for a few weeks at a time,” she waved her hand. “But I’ve never met a man that’s made me feel comfortable with giving him the rest of my life.”

“An ominous way to put it,” you said. “But surely there have been some?”

“Not in a romantic sense,” your sister shook her head. “I imagine I could be great friends with some of them, even the blacksmith I was with today would make a tolerable friend. But I’ve never met a man and thought, ‘Now he’s the one.’ Does that make sense?”

You nodded hesitantly, taking in the information. “And you’re worried that will happen at the banquet?”

She shook her head. “Truth be told, I’m worried none of my skills will prevail at the banquet.”

“What do you mean?”

“For some reason I’m worried about not meeting anyone more than I am worried about meeting ‘the one’. Is that odd?”

“Aerin,” you reached for your sister, rubbing her shoulders to soothe her. “That’s impossible, even for you.”

She frowned. “I’m serious.”

“And so am I. You’ve always been so enigmatic, you’re not just some girl from Dale.” You took her hands into yours.

“But it’s Dwarfish royalty!” She countered, standing up and running her hands through her hair. “This isn’t some festival or birthday party, this is a real royal political banquet!”

“It’s just one night.” You reminded her.

She drew a breath, exhaling with a nod and worried smile. “I’m thinking too much about it, aren’t I?”

You nodded, giving a slight chuckle. “It’s just one night, Aerin.”

“We probably won’t even meet that many people,” she scoffed.

“But we’ll at the very least look lovely while we do it,” you reassured, and that seemed to bring her spark back a little.

“With matching outfits?”

“Matching colors, that’s all you get. You know I hate your kinds of dresses,” you said and she rolled her eyes.

“But it’s just one night!”

[distinguisheddwarffriend]

Peter Jackson should not have been such a p*ssy. If he wanted a love story, no need to invent a character.

Grow a spine and give us the Kili/Legolas you KNEW the world needed and deserved!

[maleinmari]

Let's imagine that Thorin has survived and he and Bilbo are raising Frodo… In the event that they do not return to the Shire, but remain in Erebor, Frodo will be almost the direct heir. Yes, he won't be king's son, but if they manages and Thorin recognizes him as his heir, he could be part of Durin's line (imagine their faces). He could be a more important heir than Fili and Kili.

[lapislazuli-012]

Something really personal but here’s the way I ship them.

*after BOTFA, everyone survived AU*

Sorry I’m just, really bad at writing conversations🤦‍♀️. Some of the scripts I borrowed directly from BOTFA. Everything is good up until this point and yes they’re still BFFs and giving me old-married-couple vibe already.

PERSONALLY, I think even as a couple, neither Thorin or Bilbo is the type that is willing to give up their own way of living to live with the other (at least not right now).

Thorin had been forced out of Erebor at a young age and just recovered his long-lost home. There’s a LONG way ahead restoring Erebor and bringing back his people. He will stumble, he will have doubts, he will question himself things like Am I really ready and Will I be a good king… But he won’t turn away, because he is Thorin son of Durin.

For Bilbo, the journey did change him, still he remains a hobbit at heart and values home above gold and glory. He misses the peaceful life and comfort he used to have though he knows it’ll never be the same, because HE is not the same hobbit anymore. He helped the dwarves taking back Erebor, now he longs for his own home.

(All of these are mere personal interpretations😇)

So since Thorin will not live in Shire and Bilbo won’t live in Erebor for their entire life, the most-likely situations I’d imagine are these…

There will be a point where Fili can somewhat take on the responsibilities of ruling Erebor. Thorin might have some kingly vacation (specifically, working on legislations, approving orders and proclamations at night and travel among the day) and visit Shire sometime.

I realized not a lot of ppl talk about the aging problem, so I tried to talk about it🧌. Hobbits have lifespans similar to Men but Dwarves’ are usually 3 times longer if I recall correctly.

Thank you for reading!

[anaszpan]

[ IMAGINE ] : Imagine what you feel when you discover that you are pregnant with Fili's child.

[ A/N ] : The photos do not belong to me. I do not own any copyrights to them. English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to use this idea in your story.

[ ( ´ ꒳ ` ) ♡ ] : As I gaze down at the delicate curve of my abdomen, a rush of emotions floods through me — joy, fear, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility. The realization that I am carrying Fili's child, the prince or princess and heir to the storied legacy of Durin's line, fills me with both pride and trepidation. I feel it will be a son. I will give birth to a strong boy.

Joy swells in my chest like the first light of dawn breaking over the misty peaks of the Lonely Mountain. I am carrying a life, a future, a continuation of a proud lineage that has weathered centuries of trials and triumphs. The thought that my child will have the strength of dwarven ancestors coursing through his veins fills me with an unshakable warmth. I can already envision his laughter echoing through the stone halls of Erebor, as vibrant and resilient as the gemstones that adorn our mountain home.

Yet beneath that joy lies a deep well of fear. I am acutely aware of the challenges that will come with raising the heir to the throne. Will I be strong enough to guide him, to prepare him for a world that demands courage and wisdom? What if the weight of expectation stifles his spirit? The thought of him facing the burdens of leadership sends a shiver through me.

Alongside this fear is an immense sense of responsibility. I am not only nurturing a child; I am shaping the next guardian of our history, a leader who will carry the hopes and dreams of our people. The legacy of Erebor, the stories of valor and sacrifice, will be woven into the very fabric of my child's being. I am aware that every choice I make, every lesson I impart, will influence the path he follow.

In quiet moments, I find myself talking to the embryo, sharing my dreams for him amidst the sounds of the mountain—the whisper of the wind through the stone crevices, the rhythmic pounding of hammers in the forges. I sing him lullabies steeped in our culture, tales of bravery that have been passed down through generations. I promise him that he will know the love of his people and the strength of his heritage.

Ultimately, I am filled with a profound sense of hope. The world may be fraught with uncertainty, but within me stirs the promise of a new beginning, a chance to continue the legacy of dwarven resilience and courage. Fili is my heart, my hope, and as I stroke my belly I realize that I am not just a mother; I am a guardian of the future, and together, we will forge a path worthy of Durin's line.

[diz-eaze]

Durin is our son and now we got Scara (the actual father) and albedo (the step father) who both wanna take care of Durin and be with us🤤🤤 rivalry between dad and the dad who stepped up! I want them both though 😛🙏

5.6 spoilers !!

yes yes yes !!!!! i imagine that (y/n) went with mini durin as a show of support so while everything was going down in the city, the two of them were inside that room in the knights HQ 😭😭😭 after some time, wanderer comes to mondstadt to pick durin up, already knowing that the mini dragon child had already turned human. but then he sees albedo lingering around a familiar figure (you), alongside him was a shorter person with horns and wings protruding from his body - from contextual clues alone, this must be durin's new human form. wanderer should feel happy for durin, and he was about to when his stomach twists in an uneasy sensation as he gazes upon the three of you.

from an outside lens, you, albedo, and durin look like the picture-perfect definition of a happy, domestic family. you're giggling and looking around in wonder as albedo shows durin around mondstadt city. durin is in-between your taller figures, each hand of his clinging onto both of you. and the brewing tension between you two is close to a boil, any moment now and wanderer fears that you'll kiss that genius alchemist soon. as if to rub salt into the wound, the wind picks up inside the city and albedo, ever the gentleman, gently shields both you and durin using his body from any flying objects that might come hurtling.

wanderer's eye twitches from irritation.

this is seriously pissing him off. that's his spouse (not) and child, go get your own albedo !!

[unremarkablelunacy]

I still insist that if they were bent on having a vengeful orc leader pursue Thorin and Company throughout the Hobbit movies, it should have been Bolg, the son of Azog. Azog is killed in the Battle of Azanulbizar (by Thorin's cousin Dáin, but I could have accepted switching in Thorin himself). The death of Bolg's father (not just the loss of his hand) and the defeat of the orcs would be a stronger motive for revenge against the line of Durin. In fact, I imagine that's why Bolg is the leader of the orc army that assaults Erebor in the book.

Azog gives me the impression of pursuing Thorin nominally for revenge, but mainly for the evulz. If they had to use him, though, I think they should have suggested that maybe he DID die, and the Necromancer brought him back to menace Thorin and the dwarves (I know that reviving the dead-- with a few iconic exceptions--isn't done in Arda, but the movie could take one of several different approaches). An additional reason to be concerned about the Necromancer.

Bolg would be better though.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Fairy x Mermaid Hybrid, A Hobbit Imagine

Slowly and gracefully you moved amongst the gold, waiting for the dwarves to be asleep so you could venture in. You didn’t necessarily consider this stealing, you did after all use your magic to save the sons of Durin, so this was more just like a repayment.

Finding trinkets within the sea and on the land was always your favourite pass time. When Thror was King and when Smaug inhabited the mountain you didn’t want to bother with these riches. Dragons were no issue and you had even befriended some but Smaug was too much trouble to bother with. The battle of the dragon against the sons of Durin was definitely a good show.

Scoping your eyes over the treasures, a beautiful box of rings greatly intrigued you.

“Thank you, Thorin Oakenshield.” You whispered to yourself, trying the rings on for size.

“I don’t know why you are thanking me for your own theft.” Came a dark voice behind you, while the cold steel of a blade was pushed against your throat and a strong arm grabbed around your middle.

This position did not worry you, though you didn’t show it often you were stronger than the dwarf king. In this position you could feel Thorins strong embrace and it actually made you a little giddy.

Though it may have been an inappropriate reaction, his actions couldn’t help but make you giggle, the sound of bells mixing with your sweet sound.

“I would not laugh if I were you, lass!” He now shouts as presses you against the wall.

You couldn’t help but look down at him and smirk.

“Thorin! Leave her be!” You heard your old friend Thranduil order as he threw the dwarf king off of you.

Seeing your other more recent friend, Bard, behind the Elvish king, you gave him a little wave as you bit your lip.

“She is stronger, older and more powerful then anyone of us! Show her some respect!” Thranduil shouted at his fellow king.

“Respect her?! She was ste-“

“Thranduil! My darling!” You run over to the elf, interrupting the dwarf king.

Running up to him, you lightly jump and flutter up into his arms. As if on instinct, he catches you as you wrap your legs around his waist. One hand resting on his shoulder and the other carding through his lovely white hair, you can’t help but both smile at one another.

This act of gentleness from the usually stoic elf leaves Thorin shocked. Bard on the other hand, who was used to your antics, simply smiled.

Leaning down to the elf king you both kissed each other lovingly. A quick but passionate kiss shared between good friends who may or may not have spent a few intimate evenings with one another.

“How is your darling son, Thranduil?” You ask the elf king, returning to stroking his hair.

“He is well, starlight. He’s actually traveling at the moment.” He replies calmly.

“Well I might have to see if I can find him and pay him a visit.” You smirk at the king, giving him another quick kiss before jumping down and making your way to Bard.

“Hello, barge man.” You lightly flutter over the gold to him, lightly playing with his hands as you stand before him.

“Hello, little fish.” He smirks down at you, his nickname earning a light slap to the arm.

“Now you’re a king, i no longer see your boat, darling. I am very happy and proud of the king you are but it does make me miss our time together.” You pout up at him, your fingers twirling in his curls.

“I’ll try to make more time for you, little fish.” He leans down and you meet each other in a sweet kiss.

Lightly touching his cheek, your hand finds it’s way down his chest as you walk towards the last king.

Walking over to Thorin, you look down at the frowning and confused king.

“May I have your sword?” You ask him, your fingers lightly touching over the hilt of the sword. Your question earning a snicker from the other two kings.

“No you may not.” He growls and snatching your hand away.

“Oh I’m sure I’ll get a sword from you, king under the mountain.” You giggle at him, tracing along his bearded face before lightly and swiftly kissing his cheek.

Before he could react too violently you stepped away and your wings appeared behind you. Looking even further down on the dwarf king, you giggle at his stunned reaction as you make your way to the high window.

“Goodbye, boys.” You lightly called with a blow of a kiss before you flutter away, leaving two smirking kings and one stunned one.

[faeriichaii]

My Sweet Valentine ~ Kili x Human!Reader

A/N: So yesterday I asked who shall receive a lil love on this day and Kili won!! So here ya go it is literally just a tiny little short one shot but its smth :)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: fluff ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 424 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: No :) ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Amrâlimé ~ My Love ࿐ྂ

Summary: You spent your morning hours with the wonderful dwarf prince Kili

Soft fingers stroked your cheek gently, making you stir awake from your slumber. You see Kilis brown eyes fill with warmth, as you woke up beside him. After the two of you decided to court, you were basically inseparable. You even shared a bedroom with the prince, which of course he doesn’t mind.

“Good morning Amrâlimé. Did you sleep well?” A smile graced your lips, as his groggy morning voice filled your ears. “How could I ever sleep bad beside you my love?” Your arms snaked tighter around him. Head on his chest you listened to his heartbeat. Chuckling at your words, he gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Well if we consider yesterday-“ Your hand slapped at his chest playfully to stop him from finishing his sentence. Yesterday was another one of the infamous festivities that are celebrated in Erebor. And of course you attended them with Kili by your side. So one thing led to the other and now you were waking up beside him, completely bare.”You are such a tease.” You say while hiding the blush on your face by cuddling further into his chest.

One of his hands moved from your back to your head. His fingers nimbly brushed through your hair to get rid of knots while you hummed contently. You loved it when he played with your hair. And so did he. One of your favourite past time activities is braiding each other’s hair. Sometimes you sing during these times. And sometimes Kili plays a few soft notes on the flute while you add cute accessories into his braid.

You remember the first time you braided his hair. You were on your journey to win Erebor back when you found beautiful wildflowers which you thought would look stunning in Kilis hair. So you asked him if you could do so. Which resulted in him suddenly getting really quiet and blushing a bit while nodding. After you have finished his braid he asked you if you knew what it meant to braid a dwarfs hair. And so he explained the customs of courting to you. Which in return coloured your cheeks red. He even offered you a courting bead.

The sudden kiss on your lips takes you back to your reality. Smiling softly you let your hands brush over his stubble. “I love you Kili.” You gave him another soft peck. A sigh left his lips, as he pulled you closer. “Let me show you how much I love you Amrâlimé.”

[pilkypills]

So like.. who was going to inherit Lordship of Moria after Balin passed away? He was already really old when they retook it. He had no children (was supposed to have a son but that idea was scrapped) and that probably didn’t change in the 60 years between the hobbit and lotr. Dwalin? But Dwalin didn’t go with him as evidenced by the fact that he outlives the rest of the company, so I’m doubtful. Gimli is also a contender since he is the son of his first cousin but given how little he knew of Moria’s status when the fellowship showed up at the west gate it doesn’t seem he took any real interest while the settlement was being rebuilt.

It would be highly unusual but I’d like to posit that it’s entirely possible that he could have chosen Ori to be his heir. Ori is one of two company members we know for a fact accompanied Balin and the one trusted to complete the book of Mazarbul. He was brilliant and worked under Balin as an apprentice for many years (his importance to Moria is emphasized in the Return to Moria video game which is very heartwarming and cute to me). He has a similar skill set to Balin and followed him willingly.

Balin also more than likely rankled a few feathers with his decision to retake Moria in the first place so I can imagine it would have been entirely within his diplomat’s personality to find a way to pass his title on to his former apprentice rather than a distant relative. It might not even have been that difficult. Ori already has status within Erebor. An old claim to the line of Durin could be dug up (if anyone can find out how distantly related he is it’d be him and Balin). I feel like it’s very possible.

(Oin, the eldest first cousin of Balin is of course also on the table but by movie canon he would also have been quite old. He also does not seem to have any children of his own so my point circles back around.)

[maravdrs]

🤍 & 💍 for the dr s/o ask game!! also your account looks so cute and aesthetic!!

tysm that means the world to me and ty for the ask <333

dr s/o ask game !!

➜ i'll be answering for my hobbit dr <3

🤍 " . . . what are your love languages vs. your s/o’s? how do you show theirs and how do they show yours? "

　　　　　𖣠 my love languages are acts of service and words of affirmation. kíli's are physical touch, acts of service, and quality time. i show my love by finishing tasks that may be bothering him or helping out whenever i can to make him less stressed (as a prince, i imagine he can get very stressed). i also try to hold his hand whenever he's anxious about something, because he will rarely admit to being nervous, and i always make time to just be with him — no work, no stress, just us. how he shows mine is by cleaning up my workspace (because i often forget) and doing anything to lighten the load of my work. in regards to words of affirmation, he is always quick to tell me how proud he is, how he appreciates my dedication to my work, and he always reminds me that he loves me.

💍 " . . . what are some songs that makes you think of them? "

　　　　　𖣠 some songs that make me think of him are: sons of durin by howard shore, sunlight by hozier, saturn by sleeping at last, and i see fire by ed sheeran.

[khazadaimenu]

Fili x OC, AU + headcanons, Part 2

Some more stuff coming your way. I decided to even break it into parts and leave links here.

This isn't always going to be in order, rather how it comes to me, in pieces of a puzzle. I apologise for that in advance.

This second part is mostly events, but there'll be more hc in the future.

Part 1 is here

Part 1 jist: There are some hc about Fili and love. Then Fili is saved by a human OC. He develops feelings, but buries them. The human leaves, he realises his mistake. He's facing an arranged marriage. Decides to go ahead with it out of desperation and sense of duty.

My OC travels between worlds. Goes by she/they (used interchangeably here). Originally from our world, but acquired an ability to travel elsewhere. It's not a destiny, more of a "circumstances meet a natural inclination" type of thing. There are other forces at play, more later.

Wherever they go, they try to make things better, devise a mission for themselves. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Initially they can't pick where to go, rather are pulled by this or that universe and are "spit out" once the deed is done.

Always loved Tolkienverse, when ends up in Middle-earth, decides to save the line of Durin. Succeeds by the skin of their teeth.

They love Fili but know that it's unwise, so continue on their journey. Some years pass, but she can't stay away. Learns how to travel bw worlds at will, and goes back, just in time to witness Fili about to say his vows.

Fili realises the horrible thing he was about to do. His One is back and he's about to join his life with someone else! But now he doesn't have to! (He never really had to, and the guilt will eat away at him, the conflicting notions of right and wrong tearing him apart, but this comes later.)

There's a giant commotion, all hell breaks loose.

Imagine a person on a horse in the midst of a sea of dwarves. That's them, that's the OC.

Thorin and Dis frozen, don't know how to react. Their nephew/son is being kidnapped from his own wedding and seems to be enjoying it.

She uses whatever bits of magic she picked up here and there, to hold the guards at bay. They escape, Kili and Tauriel piggybacking because what other options do they have. "Wait for us!"

And now the real fun begins. Jumping between worlds. Trying to figure out a purpose for themselves. Or should they try to go back and fix things?

(Why I'm keeping Tauriel. Because I like subverted expectations, renegades and breaking with tradition. Their relationship means a lot to me in that context and I choose to ignore it was a marketing ploy. Freedom to choose who you love and your own path mean the world to me.

That's a huge part of why I love Bagginshield and Gigolas as well.

But Legolas and his neon-blue eyes shouldn't be anywhere near the Hobbit trilogy. And the love triange is nonexistent here)

[rachelillustrates]

A thought on the nature of the line of Durin in "Rings of Power."

(Cause as much as I'm enjoying the show so far, this is one sticking point I need a head canon to get around.)

I am a big fan of the idea of Durin's reincarnation, and obviously the showrunners are not going in that direction - with both Durin III and Durin IV alive at the same time.

However, who is to say that a mistake wasn't made? As in, when Durin IV was born, he looked just as much like Durin I as his father did, and in the confusion, it was decided to title him as Durin, too, just in case. Perhaps also, the belief in Durin's reincarnation isn't completely widespread across all Dwarven culture - not accepted as True, by all, that is. In which case, imagine the infighting that's happening between the factions, over this discrepancy. By Mahal, perhaps Durin III himself is among the non-believers, and perhaps a bit of a shit, so maybe even he himself chose to name his son the IV just to stir things up.

In which case, after his and his son's passing, and after another child of the line of Durin is born looking just like the original, perhaps it is decided to make an addendum. Unsure of which was really the right Durin IV if the reincarnation lore is True, Durin IV as we see him in "Rings of Power" was then noted in history as Durin IV (one) and this new child, Durin IV (two). And we shall assume, of course, that this Durin grew up and lived relatively quiet, so the discrepancy would not have been noted as much by non-Dwarven eyes.

(Not sure if this will help anyone else, but it is certainly helping me.)