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Flower Crowns - Dwalin X Female (Baggins) Reader

Title: Flower Crowns

Dwalin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Company, Ori, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Balin, Oin (Mentioned), Bomber (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Bilbo, Bard (Mentioned), Bard's kids (Mentioned), Alfrid (Mentioned), and the Mirkwood Elves (including Legolas and Tauriel (Mentioned))

Requested By: Anon!

WC: 5,252

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence/weapons/death/etc, Reader is Bilbo's sister, misunderstandings, broody Dwalin, blood, injuries, nicknames, crying (brief), orcs, death, Ones, giant spiders, movie reference to a different movie (bonus points for those who get it), yelling, angst, and fluff

Trudging up the path with a woven basket of homemade muffins, you made your way up to Bilbo's home. You were a bit late. You were supposed to be at Bilbo's over an hour ago, but you had misjudged when you'd finish your muffins. And you knew how much Bilbo loved your muffins, so you were sure he wouldn't be too annoyed by your tardiness after eating a muffin or two.

Stopping at the door, you let out a small huff before knocking on the round door... Only to receive no answer. You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows before just entering. Pushing the door closed behind you, you heard voices from somewhere else in the Hobbit hole, confusing you even more. Had Bilbo invited others to dinner?

"Bilbo?" You called out, beginning to wander over towards the voices that quickly stopped after you spoke.

But before you could say anything more, Bilbo popped out into the hallway, rushing over to you. "Y/N, I believe we'll have to reschedule dinner." He spoke, rushed as he tried turning you around.

Your frown deepened as you twisted around in his hold, your eyes staring at the circular entrance of the dining room, "What do you mean? Who have you invited over?" Your curiosity was peaked now, and you wanted answers. 

"Nothing! No one! Lovely seeing you!" Bilbo exclaimed, pushing you backward towards the door, ready to get you out. But before he could, you ducked out of his arms and sped towards the dining room. 

You skidded to a halt at the entrance, eyes widening as your jaw dropped slightly. Bilbo sighed, rubbing his face with both of his hands before walking over and standing beside you. Eyes glued to the surprise visitors, you leaned over to Bilbo slightly; eyes unmoving from the surprise guests, "Bilbo... Why do you have thirteen Dwarves and a wizard in your dining room?"

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And that was how you got roped into traveling alongside Bilbo, Gandalf, and the rest of the Company. Gandalf somehow convinced Thorin that having a second Hobbit would benefit the Company. And, unlike your brother, you wanted to go with them. You had read so many books about adventure and heard so many stories... You wanted to get out into the world and go on adventures that you had read in those books. 

During the first few days of the journey to The Lonely Mountain, you became friends with most, if not all, of the Company. Kili and FIli, for example - the two youngest members of the Company - took you under their wing. When Thorin allowed the Company to rest, they would teach you how to defend yourself. Most lessons usually turned into fooling around most of the time, despite Thorin's grumblings. Fili and Kili were fun people to be around. They never failed to make you laugh, which was welcomed when having to face orcs and goblins almost daily. 

Balin was like a father figure to you, always giving worldly and wise advice. Bomber often let you help in the making of breakfast and dinner. Ori, the sweetest of the bunch, would tell you stories, which you eagerly accepted to listen to every time. It gave you something to look forward to. And Oin, when free to do so, would teach you the basics of healing; showing you what herbs and plants worked best for certain ailments, which ones should be avoided, and so on.

You enjoyed each member of the Company's presence, but Thorin and Dwalin were the only two who hardly spoke a word to you. You weren't sure whether it was because they believed you didn't belong in the company, or because they were just not talkers. You hoped it was the latter.

But between the two, you really liked Dwalin. You liked his gruff demeanor - the brooding look on his face - and in addition, you really found him attractive. His muscular build, strong arm muscles, and dark hair; not to mention the tattoos on his arms - you wondered what their stories were. It surprised you, in the beginning, when you finally let the realization sink in. Even Bilbo, the only one that you had told about this attraction - you didn't fully trust Kili and Fili with the information - Bilbo was shocked, to say the least. 

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Walking with Kili and Fili, you snatched up bundles of flowers as you went, weaving and braiding them together into a crown. You had already made one for yourself, and Fili and Kili were quite invested in your creative, colorful craft.

"Where did you learn to create such things?" Fili asked as he watched you bend down, snatching up another flower from the grassy ground.

You shrugged, tying off another flower, "In Hobbiton, of course, Fili, dear," You began, fixing some of the flowers before continuing, "In originality, my mother taught me." You finished, weaving another flower into the crown.

"How does one make such intricate designs?" Kili then asked, twisting the stem of a flower between his fingers in thought. 

You smiled back at him, "Well, it is quite simple, Kili, dear," You began, "You just have to braid the stems of the flowers together. Simple really." You answered, spying on Dwalin near the front of the line - just behind Thorin, you glanced over at the two Princes' beside you, "I'll be just a moment." You spoke before jogging over.

Your smile widened as you matched Dwalin's pace once by his side. Looking over and up at him, he didn't acknowledge your presence. It never bothered you, him ignoring you... You understood that Dwalin was not the type of person to just chit-chat, especially when there were bigger things to do and worry about. Lonely Mountain speaking. 

Finishing the flower crown in your hands, you offered it up to the Dwarf, a bright smile on your face. "I made this for you." You explained softly, the flower crown - made of yellow, white, and red wildflowers - sitting in your hands. 

Dwaling stopped, and so did the rest of the Company. You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety wash over you - all eyes on the two of you - watching as Dwalin slowly turned his head to look down at you, to the crown, and back. And for a moment, you thought that you saw something flash in his eyes, something that wasn’t brooding, determined, or angry. You swallowed, finding yourself unable to take your eyes off his, your ears and cheeks burning as he grumbled and huffed through his nose. You were confused, your hope and happiness dwindling - your hands lowering slowly - as Dwalin turned and continued walking. 

Fully dropping your hands to your sides, you watched him go; feeling completely rejected. You knew that it was stupid. It was just a flower crown... And yet, you still held onto it with all of your heart, clutching it tightly in your hand; unintentionally crushing the flowers beneath your fingers. What did you do wrong? You just wanted him to like you... Tears stung in your eyes, but you refused to cry in front of everyone. 

The rest of the Company soon passed you, some giving you sympathetic smiles, some patting you on your shoulder or back. Fili and Kili stopped beside you, Kili frowning softly, as Fili gave you a pat on the top of your head; careful not to disturb the flower crown on your head. 

"Don't worry, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke, "He'll come around."

Kili nodded, "I assure you, he will." He let out a small chuckle, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you. That was just him.

You nodded, doubting, but saying nothing more as they turned and followed the group; Bilbo finally coming over. "I'm alright." You muttered, looking up at him. You knew that he was going to ask you if you were alright.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..."

You shook your head, "No, it's okay." You whispered softly, trying to give him the best smile you could give him to ease his worries, "I don't know why I am so caught up in this... I must understand that I'm not really everyone's cup of tea. Not everyone wants to be my friend. If he doesn't want to be friends with me... Then, that's alright." You explained softly. Bilbo stared at you for a long moment before you began walking, dropping the flower crown to the ground. 

~~~

The night was cold, the stars shining brightly down from the sky as you huddled close to Bilbo; next to the fire. It was hard to sleep, still not fully used to sleeping on the woodland ground, but you were getting there. And, soon, you found yourself drifting off to sleep.

Dwalin, on the other hand, having the first night watch, stared into the fire before him. It was quiet, aside from the fire crackling and the crickets chirping. Dwalin seemed to be lost inside his own mind, his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes narrowed in thought. Hearing a small grunt and feeling the log under him move slightly, Dwalin glanced over to see Balin sitting beside him. Balin hummed lowly, staring at the fire, rubbing the palms of his hands together.

"She didn't know, Dwalin." He spoke softly, not wanting to wake the others from their sleep, and only getting a deep mumble from his younger brother; at the mention of you, Dwalin's eyes flickered from the fire to your sleeping figure; curled up beside Bilbo. "She does not know of our courtship rituals. I should’ve told her more about our culture." Again, getting nothing from Dwalin, Balin continued, "She only wishes you to speak to her. You have hardly spoken a word to her since leaving Bilbo's home." He stared at his brother's side profile, "You can confide in me, brother."

Dwalin continued his silence, his eyes falling upon you once more. He was conflicted. Ever since he saw you enter the dining room of Bilbo's Hobbit hole, Dwalin had been unable to stop thinking about you. The way you moved and talked... Your features were sharp, yet delicate, your lips pouting, and your hair flowing. You were kind, bright, and soft; everything Dwalin wasn't. Dwalin was rough and tough. He had scars, he had seen death, and he had seen suffering. But, you... He had never seen someone as beautiful as you. You were different. Dwalin sighed deeply, looking away from you. He didn't know how to approach you; he couldn't bring himself to act on his feelings. 

But he knew that you were his One.

He knew the moment he saw you. 

Dwalin hated being vulnerable, and he hated admitting anything to anyone. So he sat, his jaw clenched tight, trying his hardest to fight his growing feelings for you. 

"She's my One." Dwalin found himself muttering, far too quiet for most to hear, but Balin heard.

A knowing smile graced his oldened features. "I presumed so." Balin spoke with a hum, "I can only... Advise that you should speak to her. She cares for you. I am sure that she would understand." Balin stated, before letting out a small sigh, standing, "Think about it, will you?" And with that, Balin found his sleep sack, rolling into it and falling asleep.

Dwalin stayed awake much longer into the night, contemplating his decision as he waited for Gloin to take over the night watch. His older brother's words echoed throughout his head, and with a deep gruff, he let his eyes stray from the fire; the light making his eyes burn slightly. His eyes flickered from around the woods that surrounded him, to the Company before finding the stars and the moon in the sky, and finally... Back to you.

You, in your sleep, muttered something softly, unnoticeable. He watched as you rolled to your side, shivering, your hand pulling the fur blanket closer to you. Dwalin's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly agape before he snapped his gaze away. Feeling a wave of frustration towards himself, Dwalin's gaze landed on his sleep role. 

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The next morning, you woke up to a bright blue sky, filled with white, fluffy clouds. You let out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you shifted slightly and let out a breath. You groaned lightly before freezing. Your fingers brushed against the fur blanket over you, feeling the coarseness of the material. It was warm. Very warm.

Your eyebrows furrowed; confused. You opened one eye, squinting at the bright sun that was peaking above the tree canopies. Slowly turning over onto your back, you sat up, looking down at the blanket... Or should you say... Blankets?

You stared down at the fur blanket, that was not your own, before flipping the fur up, spying your fur blanket underneath. This second fur blanket - which wasn't yours - was a deep brown color, with little bits of white. Who gave you this last night? Were you really that cold last night that one of the Dwarves had given you their blanket out of kindness or pity? You felt a sense of gratitude fill your chest. Looking down at the furry blanket, you couldn't help but let out a smile. 

Looking up, you let your eyes survey the small camp, hopping from Dwarf to Dwarf until they settled on one. Dwalin. A wave of warmth passed over you, watching as he packed his sleep role away and into his pack. As Dwalin stood to leave, he glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a brief moment; before quickly darting his eyes away, going over to Thorin. 

You felt the corners of your lips twitch slightly, a frown threatening to form on your face as you looked at Dwalin's retreating back. Did he hate you? Did he find you annoying? All these questions ran through your head, but you only huffed, getting up from your sleep role. You were not going to let Dwalin's behavior towards you sour your mood. Today was a beautiful day, and you wanted to savor it. 

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You couldn't see, and all you could feel was the feeling of falling. You felt as if you were wrapped in something. It was tight around you, almost suffocating. Anxiety washed over you, gripping your heart painfully as your lungs begged for air. But you could hardly breathe. You needed to breathe, but you were trapped. You clawed at the sticky white substance that surrounded you, trying to rip it and free yourself, but you were not strong enough. You felt like giving up, though you knew you couldn't, but as you clawed at the sticky film, you could finally hear what was going on outside of the cocoon. You could hear the Dwarves yelling, yelling about spiders. 

Before you could do anything else, someone from the outside ripped open your cocoon. You blinked rapidly at the slight change of light, finding yourself back in the creepy woods. A large hand reached out to you and you quickly grabbed it, the person behind the strong hand pulling you up with force. Stumbling slightly, you felt slightly dazed, the hand still in yours as you found yourself in a giant spider fight. 

As you stood amidst the chaotic scene of giant spiders attacking the Company, your heart raced with fear and adrenaline. Eyes unable to leave the giant spiders - tunnel-vision - you gripped the hand in yours; giving you slight reassurance. The air was filled with the sounds of battle - the clang of weapons, the hiss of the spiders, and the shouts of the Dwarves. You could feel the sticky strands of webbing brush against your skin as you dodged and weaved through the throng of arachnids. You felt gross and dirty; and for the first time since the start of this long journey to The Lonely Mountain, you missed your Hobbit home.

With each passing moment, the fight intensified, the odds seemingly stacked against you and the Company. Your wide eyes danced around you, trying to spot Bilbo, but you couldn't find him. You wanted to yell out, to shout, but as your mouth opened, no words came out. There was an odd buzzing noise in your ears, your heart was beating loudly in your chest; harsh against your ribcage. Only then, did you look at the person who held you so close to them. You thought it couldn't have been Kili or Fili, but you spotted the two Princes when you lifted your gaze. Looking down at the hand that held yours, you felt your racing heart freeze for just a moment; an auditable hitch escaped your throat, but you didn't dare utter a sound. 

Standing in front of you and holding your hand tightly in his own was none other than Dwalin. You knew it was him. You knew those tattoos. Trailing up his muscular arm, you were finally met with the side of his face. His expression was hardened as he held his weapon tightly in his other hand. Aside from the anxiety and nervousness that had overcome you, you were incredibly impressed. Dwalin, with one hand, fought off giant spiders, whilst also keeping you perfectly safe. 

At the sound of something coming from up in the trees, you looked up, watching as no more than two dozen elves jumped to the ground, taking out the last of the large, monstrous spiders from around you. One of the Elves spoke to another, you noted her red hair as they spoke in Elvish. You wished that you could understand them. Your awe of them quickly diminished when they drew their weapons, arrows drawn and at the ready; circling around you and the Company. Soon, they demanded your weapons, and before you knew it, all the Dwarves were weaponless. 

"What about her?" One Elven guard asked in a demanding tone. Your eyes lifted up, finding the guard staring down at you. "Hand whatever you have over instantly." He demanded, holding out his hand, only for Dwalin's hand in yours to tighten slightly, gently pushing you behind him.

"She bears no weapons, Elf." He spoke in his deep, gruff, disgruntled voice. The Elf stared down at Dwalin for a moment before staring right back down at you, with a sniff and a small 'humph' he turned away. 

The blonde Elf, the one that you believed to be in charge of the whole group, yelled out something in Elvish, and before you knew it, you and your Dwarven friends were being pushed along, being led to hopefully, not your doom. Passing Thorin, you looked at him with pleading eyes, "Thorin, where's Bilbo?" Only for your answer to be unanswered. 

Your hand never left Dwalin's, your free, unoccupied hand found his arm; the skin upon skin contact grounded you, allowing you to calm yourself ever so slightly. You finally took a chance to look around, finding the forest opening, revealing a stone bridge. Pillars, beautifully carved, gave way to the entrance of Mirkwood, the Elven Kingdom. You wished you had the time to admire the architecture of the kingdom, but, sadly, you did not. Before you knew it you were being tossed into a cell.  

A hand fell upon your shoulder, pulling you to the side, your hands falling from Dwalin's. "Dwalin!" You called out, trying to reach for him, but you were soon shoved into a cell. Stumbling over your feet, you braced yourself on the rock interior of the cell. Hearing the heavy cell door close behind you, you snapped your head up; feeling exhausted, mentally and physically, but you pushed yourself forward. Your hands curled around the bars, trying to look at the cells beside yours. The sound of the now-captured Dwarves - yelling and complaining. 

"Miss Y/N!" Fili yelled out, only a few cells away from yours, "Are you alright!?"

"I'm fine!" You called back, "Is everyone else alright?"

Most, if not all, of the Dwarves, replied with various 'ayes’. You sighed in relief, closing your eyes; the chill of the cell door refreshing on your forehead. 

Sitting on the floor - you felt the hours pass you by slowly - you pressed the back of your head against the wall; tired. "I wager the sun is on the rise. Must be nearly dawn." Bofur called out, his voice echoing throughout. Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn leaving your parched mouth. 

"We're never going to reach the mountain, are we?" Ori asked, sounding resigned, making you sigh.

"Don't fret, Ori, dearest." You spoke up, sounding a bit resigned yourself, but you were determined to keep everyone's spirits high. "We'll make it." You continued, looking out of your cell door, "We will." With that said, you stood up from the ground, wincing as pain shot through your legs. Looking down, you noticed a rip in your trousers that you replaced your usual dress with. Pushing the ripped fabric to the side, you then noticed a red substance that trailed down your leg; coming from a small scratch on your calf. "Well," You spoke up, clearing your throat. "I may have been slightly injured."

Simultaneously, the Dwarves began to talk. Their voices became louder, some with more worry and concern. "Miss Y/N, you are injured!?" You heard Fili call from his cell.

"Yes, tis but a scratch." You explained, hoping the Dwarves would stop fussing over you. You weren't a damsel in distress. You were strong, even with a bloody scratch. "But worry not, dearest Dwarves, it's nothing I can't handle."

"You won't have to handle it for long." You heard, eyes widening - mimicking your bright smile - as Bilbo appeared at your cell door, holding the keys. 

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When you joined the Company on their journey, you did not expect that you'd trick goblins, climb bit trees, fly on eagles, fight giant spiders, and barrel ride down a raging river. This was certainly an adventure that you'd go through again, minus the goblins and giant spiders; you'd love to fly with the eagles again.

Somehow, you survived, floating down the raging river, your clothes all sopping wet, and river water dripping from your hair. As all of your barrels fell down a waterfall, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Behind you, you could hear the laughter of some of the dwarves. For a moment, you forgot about your injuries; and the exhaustion that was seeping into every fiber of your body. Your hands tightened your grip on the railing of the barrel, praying for it to not capsize or tip over, your fingers growing numb with cold. You tried desperately to ignore what was going on around you. Smelling the fresh air, and hearing the birds chirping above you, almost made you forget everything else.

But at the sound of a horn, you were quickly snapped out of your head, watching as the suited Elves began to shut the gate; the only way to escape. All joy, and a sense of freedom, flew right out of the window. You all collided with each other at the closed gate, you huffed, glaring up at the Elven guards before your eyes caught sight of an arrow flying through the air, and into one of the guards. 

"Orcs!" You yelled out, gesturing up at the guards, as the one that was shot fell into the water below; almost hitting you. "Why does it always have to be orcs?"

You dodged the best you could when dead elves and dead orcs fell into the water, along with dodging arrows, and over-confidant orcs that tried to swing at your head. 

You were about to call for Bilbo, but when you turned your head, you watched as your brother stabbed a sword into an orc, defending one of the dwarves. 

"Miss Y/N!" Ori cried out, making you look over to him, only for him to point above you. 

You looked up, your eyes widening at an orc - dead - began falling towards you. Unable to move, almost frozen in fear, you squeezed your eyes shut and shielded yourself with your arms, only for your barrel to be pushed back and out of the way. You opened your eyes, blinking them rapidly as the river water splashed in your face. Looking over, you just saw a glimpse of Dwalin turning back around. Despite the obvious danger that you were all in, you wondered what you could do for Dwalin since he had saved your life twice now. 

Turning your eyes to the side, you watched as Kili ran up the side of the stone top of the gate, you covered your mouth as an arrow flew through the air and hit him in the leg. Fili cried out of this younger brother, as Kili then opened the gate, and fell into an empty barrel. 

Falling down, yet another waterfall, smaller than the last, you pushed your wet hair from your face, only to grip the barrel with as much force as you could; the raging, white-foaming waters continued. Looking to your side slightly, you watched as Bilbo held onto a barrel, holding onto the sideway barrel, his own death-like grip. You felt a small bit of relief, seeing him safe. You, and the Company, continued down the river, and the longer you tried not to tip over and drown, the more you wished that you weren't in the freezing waters. 

Finally, the raging stopped, and the river was calm. Leaning over slightly in the barrel, you brushed your hands in the freezing water, moving your barrel forward slowly, but carefully. 

"Make for the shore!" Thorin yelled out, receiving some 'ayes' in return.

Pushing your barrel forward, you pressed your cheek against the rim of the barrel, your eyes drooping slightly as you continued to push yourself toward the shore. Your barrel soon hit the rocks, and you used the rest of your strength to get out of it, climbing up onto the rocks; completely soaked. You trudged up the rocks, wrapping your arms around yourself as you mentally counted those around you, counting fourteen. Mentally, you could rest.

Feeling a hand on your upper arm, you looked to the side, seeing your brother Bilbo. Just his presence made you give him a small smile, seeing the worry in his eyes. "I'm alright." You spoke to him, wanting to reassure him, "I'm just cold."

At the surprise of meeting Bard, the human, you sort of let your brain shut off. You felt your feet move as you followed the Dwarves to Bard's boat. You felt yourself sitting down in the corner next to Bilbo, and hiding from Alfrid, but you were far from the present. You were so tired, mentally and physically, that you let your mind quiet, letting yourself only fade back into the world you knew once you felt the warm fire at your feet.

"Wee lass hasn't spoken since the Elves." You heard a hushed voice, it was Bofur. 

You pressed your legs closer to yourself, staring into the flames. The clothing you were given, having been one of Bard's daughters, was warm; the fabric soft - your fingers toyed with the soft material. 

"Is she alright?" Ori asked worriedly, only for Bilbo to nod, crossing his arms. 

"She's alright. She had told me so." Thorin only gave you a short glance before turning back to Bard. 

Dwalin, with his arms crossed, turned to look at you, staring at your side profile. Glancing over at the table that Bilbo sat at, Dwalin said nothing, walking over to the table and grabbing a plate. Bilbo, in turn, watched as Dwalin filled the plate with a few potatoes, two small tomatoes, and a small slice of bread. 

Your eyes picked up the sound of heavy footfalls coming towards you, and at the sight of a plate coming into your field of vision, you moved your head to look up. As you looked at Dwalin, his face stoic as usual, you couldn't help but smile. Taking the plate, your fingers briefly brushed against his.

"Thank you, Dwalin." You spoke softly, but before he could slink away, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. For a moment, you thought back to when he held your hand so tightly - protectively - in the Mirkwood forests. "Thank you for saving me. Twice." You smiled at him softly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "And I apologize if I had anything to upset you, or make you uncomfortable." He glanced over at you, then down at your hand which was wrapped around his. He didn't remove his hand from yours, giving you the same squeeze that you had received from him earlier today. 

Dwalin stared at your hand in his, his jaw clenching before he looked back to you, his eyes softening. "You did not, dorzada." He spoke gruffly, “Eat.” He finished before leaving your side, your hand dropping from his. 

You looked down at your plate of food, your stomach grumbling and spinning, as your mind wandered. Picking up the slice of bread, you bit down on it, thinking about the word that Dwalin called you. You wondered what it meant. 

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"Oin, stay with Kili." Thorin commanded as the rest of the Dwarves began to gather their things. Without being told, Fili stayed by his brother's side. 

"I want to come too." You spoke, grabbing a random weapon from the wooden table.

Dwalin quickly turned, staring down at you, "It will be too dangerous for you, lass."

You huffed, lightly glaring up at the Dwarf, "I have fought trolls, orcs, what have you." You pointed out, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "I want to fight."

"This is against us Dwarves and the dragon." He grumbled, his hand taking a hold of the weapon in yours. "You'll die before the beast does."

"I'm already dying anyway," You shrugged, looking back down at your weapon, "From the moment we're born, we're dying. So, what is the point? I want to help."

Dwalin breathed out of his nose as he took hold of your other hand, "No, no, lass, you are staying here, with Kili, while the rest of us fight."

"Are you telling me, or are you commanding me, Dwalin?" You asked, voice becoming soft as his eyes bored into your own. "Do as you wish then," You sighed when receiving no answer, letting go of his hands, "But please, do not die." 

Dwalin humphed, the corners of his lips just twisting up into a small grin, and for a moment, you were stunned. Dwalin was smiling. "Don't worry," He spoke. "I won't." His gaze softened, as he stepped back from you, "Be safe, lass." With that, he started to walk away, only for you to grab his arm and stop him. You didn't say anything else, merely pulling him close to you.

You felt him tense in your abrupt embrace before his one hand, not holding his weapon, circled you. But, it all ended too soon, as he pulled back from you, nodding to you before turning his attention to the group, as they set off to The Lonely Mountain. 

Your shoulders sagged when the door closed, a small pout upon your lips, "Do not fret, Miss Y/N," Fili spoke from beside his brother as you turned to look over at the four Dwarves - Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Oin. "They will return."

You let out a sigh, looking out at the window. A fuzzy feeling rose within your chest, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. After watching them disappear into the distance, the sun went to sleep, "I know."

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MASTERPOST || HELLO MY OLD HEART (ongoing)

Pairing; mainly Thorin Oakenshield x fem!faerie!reader

Warnings; fighting scenes, descriptions of injuries, death & loss, sexual undertones at times, middle earth magic, angst & hurt, mean!reader, selfish!reader, immortal!reader, reader with fem anatomy, a not sugarcoated Thorin, I have read the Silmarillion and you should too

Summary; Thorin & company set out to reclaim the kingdom of Erebor from the claws of the cunning Smaug. On their way out of Hobbiton they come across something peculiar. Faeries in Middle Earth have gone extinct, but you have managed to survive against all odds. Your unique beauty and mischievous but still kind character captures the king's heart. His suspicions towards your magic will soon be replaced with a deep love for the real you. Are you ready to go on an adventure?

Author's note; I love the Hobbit. I have some issues with the movie adaptation but that hasn't stopped me from rewatching it relentlessly. The book is like a blanket of comfort to me and I've been smitten with the fictional character of Thorin for too long 🥹

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Dexterity - Part Two

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

There was a time skip between the previous chapter and this one! Your courtship with Thorin went well and this chapter takes place roughly a year after your wedding.

Rating: Mature. No smut in this one, but it's definitely leading that direction. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, shifting POV, tense diplomatic relations, politics, discussions of xenophobia, self-doubt, minor angst. Some sass (and mild language) from Dwalin.

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The king was watching you, his intent eyes following your every move.

Each gesture, no matter how small, was absorbed and analyzed. Thorin admired every part of you, from the grace in your actions to the way you smiled at every citizen of Erebor as if you were equally pleased to see each of them. Still, the king’s thoughts were far away.

In his mind’s eye, Thorin could see you, your belly swollen with your shared child. The admiring gazes of the males in the mountain took on an extra respect as they understood you had been fully claimed by their king and were carrying his heir. Your body would change in the process - some of your angles turned to curves as you prepared to deliver his child - but your steely strength and protective nature would grow even more apparent. You would be as fierce as any dwarrowdam, ready to defend your family against any threat that could appear.

“Thorin,” a familiar voice snapped.

Thorin blinked, the interruption enough to shake him from his reverie. You were still standing nearby, deep in discussion with a group of merchants, but Thorin’s chest ached to see that pleasing - though merely imagined - fullness disappeared from your form. 

You glanced over at him and smiled, an expression he returned without hesitation. You had never had the discussion, but there was always time for you to decide whether you wanted to bear his child. For now, he was still lost in the overwhelming pleasure of knowing you belonged to him and he to you.

“Thorin, get your head out of your arse,” Dwalin grumbled, clearly irritated that he had gained Thorin’s attention only to immediately lose it again. 

Thorin aimed a severe look at his oldest friend. “I would remind you that I am still your king, Dwalin.”

“Stop mooning over your wife, then,” Dwalin retorted. “You’ve been married a full year. It’s embarrassing.”

“Tell me, Dwalin,” Thorin commanded archly. “Does your romantic heart often disrupt the execution of your duties?”

“No, but your romantic heart does,” Dwalin retorted without a moment of hesitation.

Thorin chuckled despite himself. “Very well, then. What matter is so urgent that you would interrupt such a pleasant diversion?”

“You’ll have to deal with his arrival soon,” Dwalin warned and the last vestiges of Thorin’s pleasure disappeared from him. 

Dwalin had not named their upcoming arrival. He did not need to. There was only one arrival the King of Erebor dreaded so deeply: that of the Elvenking Thranduil.

It was a necessity, he reminded himself yet again. Erebor was a lovely home, rich in gold and gems from the mountain itself and prosperous in the dwarves who had chosen to settle inside. Anything from fabric to metalwork could be found inside, either created there or brought in from Dale to trade. 

In fact, the only thing Erebor did not have was a steady source of food.

The rocky exterior of the mountain meant there were no fields for planting or grazing cattle. There was not enough light inside for plants and most animals did not thrive within the mountain. Those that did required such a great amount of food and water - and produced such a great amount of waste - that it did not benefit to keep them. 

Combined, it meant that Erebor relied on trade to keep the larders well-stocked. Merchants from Lake-Town brought some goods into the mountain, but the small fishing village simply did not have much to spare. Additionally, it was not a fast nor simple journey and the merchants charged a considerable sum on top of their base prices to cover the travel. When Dale was fully constructed, Thorin had hopes that it would be able to supply goods at a decreased cost, but there were no guarantees.

Unfortunately for Thorin, the result was that he needed to maintain a good relationship with Thranduil. It would be easier if they were not so determined to needle each other, but there was little that could be done about it by that point. Thorin could not remember who had delivered the first stab and he could not bring himself to meekly accept the Elvenking’s barbs without returning them in kind.

Despite the unpleasantness of the Elvenking’s arrival, Thorin knew it would happen sooner rather than later, and everything needed to be ready before the royal procession arrived. With a few quick steps, he crossed the distance between you and rested his hand against your lower back.

“My love,” he murmured. “We must prepare for our arrivals.”

You turned to him, already smiling, and Thorin’s heart warmed still further. You were perfection incarnate. Thorin was struck anew each day, wondering at his luck in finding you and convincing you to become his queen. Even the bad days were less so with you there - no matter whether it was you he was upset with.

“Of course, my king,” you agreed before looking back at the merchants, most of whom were offering bows to Thorin. “This was quite an illuminating conversation, good sirs. Allow me to think on a solution. I will be in touch.”

The merchants dispersed in a cloud of thanks and well-wishes.

“Is everything well?” Thorin asked, frowning. You had always taken a special interest in providing for merchants who came to sell their wares in the markets of Erebor - that was how the two of you had met, after all - but he was wary of them overwhelming you with petty squabbles.

“Yes,” you assured him, adding a roll of your eyes and a rueful twist of your lips. “Some of their concerns are legitimate, but many of them are simply complaints that others are selling more successfully than they are. Ridiculous.”

“You kept your temper,” Thorin commented, impressed. “I am proud of you, but must confess myself surprised.”

You scoffed, poking him in the chest. “Between the two of us, you are far more likely to have an explosion of temper. You have yet to get through a single meeting with the Elvenking without shouting at him.”

“And how would you know this?” Thorin asked, capturing your poking finger and kissing it gently. “You have never met Thranduil.”

“True,” you agreed easily, “but the King of Erebor insulting the Elvenking’s parentage is something that tends to come up in conversation when another visit is impending.”

“Who-?”

“Your family and friends, of course,” you answered, knowing his question before he had the chance to fully utter it. “Dis takes particular delight in telling tales of your past impatience with dignitaries of all backgrounds and situations.”

Thorin sighed. His sister was forever undermining him in the eyes of his wife. Of course, she would counter that she was simply making him appear to be more approachable… not that you had ever been particularly intimidated by Thorin’s status. “Yes, but has she mentioned how her own meeting with the Rivendell elf lord who-”

“As dearly as I would love to hear this story,” you interrupted, “the Elvenking and King Bard will be here any moment, correct?”

“Bard will be here as well?” Thorin asked, his interest piqued. Thranduil was unbearable at any time, but Thorin had come to see the human king of Dale as something of a friend.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Yes, did you not listen to Balin? The reconstruction of Dale is nearly complete. Bard intends to begin settling the city early next spring so the people can prepare to plant the fields. Wasn’t the whole idea behind this meeting to reestablish trade routes and agreements between Erebor, Greenwood, and Dale?”

“Of course,” Thorin agreed, though in truth, he had not known that was the purpose of the meeting. He had been dreading Thranduil’s arrival too profoundly to focus on the reason behind it. “Come, we must receive our guests.”

You gave him a skeptical look, but still put your hand in his. Thorin’s thick, blunt fingers caressed the delicate lines of your hand even as he led the way to the throne room. 

—

The throne room was near Erebor’s upper entrance. It was partially for defensive reasons - the king could accept and meet with dignitaries without allowing them entrance into the mountain itself if they weren’t trusted - but you had to admit that it was an intimidating sight. 

From the entrance to the throne room, visitors were left looking at the throne… or thrones, depending on whether the king was married. To cross to those thrones, however, the arrivals had to navigate a narrow walk that spanned a descent too deep for most to comprehend. 

Even ignoring its layout, the throne room itself was enough to make newcomers stare. Glass-covered gaps in the surface of the mountain allowed sunlight to bounce through silvered tubes, illuminating the room’s interior in narrow shafts of natural light. Everything in the throne room was made of intricately carved stone - as was appropriate for a throne room - but there was one glaring exception: the Arkenstone housed in its place above the king’s head.

The gem gave off a slight glow, but there was something… different about its pearlescent sheen that drew the eyes of anyone who stepped into the throne room. 

“I will never grow used to this,” you muttered to yourself, trailing slightly behind Thorin. You had met with the merchants in an antechamber, and were approaching using the visitor’s path rather than the king’s entrance. It was still exactly as intimidating to you then as it had been the first time you stepped inside.

“It is a compelling sight,” Thorin agreed, glancing around the room as he settled into his throne. His clothes were well-made, designs in silver and gold thread embroidered into the cloth of his tunic. He wore several pieces of jewelry he had mined and crafted himself, and his golden crown seemed to rise from the thick waves of his dark hair.

“Not the most compelling sight I can think of,” you countered, grinning at him. He looked every inch the king, but Thorin was still your husband and one of your dearest friends. He would have to excuse you the occasional lustful look or comment.

Thorin’s breath puffed from him and he glanced over at you in surprise. A slow smile curved his lips as his gaze traveled slowly over your dwarven-style robes and sturdy boots. “I would agree, but the proof of a better one is before my very eyes.”

“Charmer,” you told him, “but we must still meet with the Elvenking and King Bard.”

Thorin grumble was incomprehensible, but he collected himself enough to warn you, “I have planned for our dinner tonight to be between the two of us alone. I knew I would need a reason not to throw that thrice-damned elf from the platform.”

“Are we not having dinner with our guests?” you asked. 

Thorin shook his head. “The hour grows late and both kings will be weary after their journeys. A meal will be delivered to their respective chambers and their welcome feast will take place tomorrow night.”

“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you so upset about a feast,” you teased. 

“It is more the company than the feast,” Thorin said with a grimace.

“My king, my queen,” Balin announced, stepping into the throne room. “May I present the Elvenking Thranduil of the Greenwood and King Bard of Esgaroth.”

Balin stood aside, sending you a wink as two other figures stepped inside. Bard was first. You had met him before. Since Esgaroth was far closer than the Greenwood, he had been to Erebor to discuss trade and the resettlement of Dale, among other things. His dark hair and beard were a familiar sight, as was his warm smile. 

Bard was a tall human, but Thranduil’s looming form was visible beyond him. The Elvenking was broad-shouldered and lean, a physique that was fairly common among the elves. His hair was long and pale, a shimmering blond so pale it resembled a sheet of silver cascading from the ostentatious, jewel-studded crown on his head. He was wearing a floor-length robe made of delicate elven fabric. It was immaculate, despite the dirt caked on Bard’s boots. 

You were torn from your musings by the ringing quiet. Traditionally, the hosting king would say something to welcome his guests, but Thorin was staring at Thranduil in stony silence as Bard shifted uncomfortably beside a pointedly-staring Balin.

“Greetings, visitors,” you said. The weight of your station as the queen of Erebor began to crush you as all eyes turned to you. For a moment, you wavered. You were a shepherdess, born and raised in a small cottage on the outskirts of Erebor. You had been well prepared for a life shearing sheep and spinning wool, weaving blankets when you had the time. Diplomacy among recently warring kingdoms was beyond you. 

Thorin’s familiar fingers touched the back of your hand. He was depending on you. An entire kingdom was depending on you. You gathered your courage and smiled. 

“King Bard, how lovely to see you again,” you told him with a gentle nod of your head. “And King Thranduil, I look forward to officially making your acquaintance. I hope your journey was not too taxing?”

“Not at all,” Bard assured you, bowing. “I am glad to see you in good health.”

“It is most interesting to meet you, Queen of Erebor,” Thranduil said, his voice far deeper than you had expected. “Your welcome is appreciated, if a surprise coming from this kingdom.”

At your side, Thorin gave an unenthused snort. You cleared your throat in an attempt to cover the sound, but it fooled no one. Balin frowned so deeply that his entire beard moved with the expression and Bard glanced almost longingly at the door behind himself. Thranduil, however, looked intrigued, an almost savage joy sparking in his eyes.

“I will admit, I have been eager to meet the human woman who could capture the attention of Thorin Oakenshield,” Thranduil continued. “The dwarves have always been a remarkably… xenophobic race.”

“Only one of us has seen the inside of the other’s dungeons, Elvenking,” Thorin said at last. His voice held the grit it always took on when he was close to losing his temper. That alone was interesting to you. Thranduil was condescending, but had said nothing extreme enough to have provoked this reaction. 

“And only one of us has told the other to burn in dragon’s fire… among less pleasant sentiments,” Thranduil reminded, voice silky. He turned his attention back to you. “I would have offered you some insight into the exclusionary ways of the dwarves - a warning, perhaps - but your wedding ceremony was so sudden…”

You narrowed your eyes as his gaze dipped to your waist. Your wedding to Thorin had been private by your request, but it had been sudden only in the sense that you hadn’t advertised your courtship across Middle Earth. Suspicions that you were with child had run rampant in Erebor, but you had ignored them all. The fact that it had been a full year since your wedding should have squashed the rumors, but you still encountered them with disconcertingly common frequency.

The fact that the Elvenking believed the same was a disappointment, if not an unexpected one. 

“Our wedding ceremony is none of your business,” Thorin snapped, his vehemence a shock to your system. “Nor is our relationship.”

Thranduil’s dark brows rose swiftly. “A surprise to hear. The few elven traders who have been allowed to sell their wares in Erebor report that the queen is far more reasonable than her king. I suspected I would work more closely with her than you, Thorin.”

There was an undercurrent in Thranduil’s voice that you did not particularly care for, but your reaction was a drop in Esgaroth’s lake compared to Thorin’s. “You have a human woman of your own, Elvenking. There is no reason to take such an interest in mine.”

Thranduil laughed at that, a rich sound that made you want to strike him. Thorin felt the same, if you were to guess by the way his hands tightened into fists.

“And you claim to have no spies,” he said, tossing the words like blades in Thorin’s direction. “Perhaps your children will learn to navigate the wilds of diplomacy even with a father who spent well over a hundred years without a kingdom.”

“You needn’t concern yourself with our children, Elvenking,” Thorin spat venomously, tightening his fingers around yours. “They will be raised correctly, with the proper suspicion and ‘xenophobia’ that has kept our people safe even without help of those who would call themselves our allies.”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Well, your throne, actually. You had gone into this relationship with Thorin knowing that you were different species, no matter how similar you may have looked. Children had always been a potential for the future, but now, you were having doubts. 

Did marrying you mean that Thorin accepted your differences or that he intended to ignore them? You were a human and your children would be half-human. They would need a relationship with both cultures, regardless of your home in a Dwarven kingdom. In that case, you would need to have trade relationships with Dale at least. Surely Thorin’s dislike of other cultures wouldn’t extend as far as humanity?

On that note, were you certain that you wanted to have children together? You and Thorin had both done your best to learn about interspecies relationships and children, but… Well, the process of childbirth was dangerous enough on its own. When you added in the fact that your children would be half Dwarves, the prospect seemed even more intimidating. 

You had thought these were issues you could explore at length, but Thorin was speaking as if you intended to start a family immediately. Thranduil seemed convinced that you and Thorin were already working toward that end.

Thorin’s thumb smoothed over the back of your hand. When you glanced over at him, you found him watching you with eyes full of reassurance and you relaxed slightly. This was Thorin. You had known him for years. Surely he wouldn’t push you into taking such a large step when you were feeling uncertain.

Bard’s voice rang through the distance between you and your guests. “I am sure none of us wish to start these meetings with a confrontation. We should-”

“Balin,” Thorin interrupted. Balin stepped forward, folding his hands in front of his torso. “Show our guests to their quarters. We will convene in the morning.”

After another round of nods from everyone, Balin led Bard and Thranduil from the throne room. When you were alone with Thorin, he fixed you with an intense look. “I apologize for putting you through that. Thranduil has always shown a remarkable disrespect for my people, but I had hoped he would show some consideration for you.”

You nodded slowly, waiting for him to say more, but he only stood and pulled you to your feet as well. “Shall we return to our own chambers?”

As you struggled under a wave of disappointment, you offered Thorin a weak smile. “I have a few tasks to complete first. I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

Some hours later, you were wandering the abandoned depths of Erebor - lost in the circling, sharp-toothed company of your thoughts - when a displeased voice sounded from behind you. “There you are. Thorin is waiting.”

“Dwalin,” you greeted, keeping your back to him as you swiped at your cheeks. You weren’t openly weeping, but your tension had encouraged occasional tears to fall. “My apologies. Please tell Thorin I will be there soon.”

Dwalin snorted. “I can escort you there just as quickly as I can deliver a message. Come.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “I need a moment.”

“I don’t-” Dwalin's complaint broke off abruptly, leaving a suspicion-filled silence. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you ill?” he asked. “A head cold, a stomach-? Oh. Ah… I should get Thorin. Stay there.”

His pause and following promise made you sigh. Yet another person who believed you were carrying Thorin’s child. “Dwalin-”

“What do we have here? A secret meeting? You know how much I love secret meetings.”

Normally, Bofur’s cheeriness could bring a smile to your face faster than anything, but you couldn’t find any amusement in his joking.

You heard his footsteps halt behind you. “What is going on? And where are you off to Dwalin?” You glanced over at Dwalin, accidentally catching Bofur’s eye in the process. In the millisecond you saw him, his expression went from teasing to concern. “What’s the matter, lass?”

“She’s sick,” Dwalin told him impatiently. 

Bofur moved so that he could see you more clearly, shaking his head slowly. “Heartsick, maybe. What’s really going on?”

You offered him a weak smile. “I’m just a little scared.”

“Of what?” Bofur pressed.

“Being queen,” you explained. It wasn’t exactly a lie. “I’m the queen of Erebor.”

Dwalin stepped closer, giving you a strange look. “Aye, you have been for a year now.”

“And you’ve been doing a wonderful job,” Bofur reassured you. 

“Yes, but…” You took a breath, smiling wryly. It wasn’t traditional to talk about things like this with anyone other than another female, but there were no females immediately available. “I’m not sure I’m ready for all that entails.”

Dwalin grumbled. “Most people get cold feet before the wedding.”

“Is this because of Bard and Thranduil?” Bofur asked. 

“No- well, a little. It’s just…” You took a breath, trying to gather your courage at the same time. “Has Thorin mentioned wanting children in the past?”

The shocked little silence put your nerves on edge. The polite thing to do would be to break the tension, to tell them they were under no obligation to answer you. But you were worried and you needed the insight. Who better to provide it than two members of Thorin’s company?

“Is that what this is all about?” Bofur asked. “Is Thorin saying he doesn’t want children?”

“No,” you quickly denied. 

“Is he pushing you for them, then?” Dwalin demanded, sounding thoroughly unhappy at the idea. “I’ll go beat some sense into him.”

Bofur couldn’t possibly look more shocked. “Dwalin, what are you saying? You’re his personal guard.”

“Having children isn’t something that anyone should be forced into,” he replied.

You sniffed quietly, admitting, “I didn’t think you would have an opinion on this.”

“I was never blessed with a sister, but after the fall of Erebor, Balin and I stayed with some distant relatives,” Dwalin told you, voice gruff as he studiously avoided making eye contact with you or Bofur. “I’ve seen many cousins marry and more than one of those hearty dwarrowdams died in the birthing bed.”

“Don’t scare the lass,” Bofur chided.

Dwalin shook his head. “I’m not trying to. The midwives of Erebor are excellent at their work, but childbirth is dangerous. It’s not something for anyone to be pushed into.”

“Thorin isn’t pushing me,” you told both of your confidants. “And I’m certainly not pushing him. I’m just realizing how important it is for the king and queen to have children.”

The only answer they gave were blank stares. At length, Bofur said, “Well, the line of heirs is a big deal for kings. Inheritance and everything.”

“I know that,” you said, impatient - though your impatience was with yourself rather than with either of them. “But it’s something I didn’t expect to apply to me. Marrying royalty was never in my plans. I… I feel like everyone’s expectations are high. Far too high. Do they expect me to know all of this already? Should Thorin and I already be starting a family?”

Bofur made some kind of gesture to Dwalin. You didn’t see it, but the burly dwarf walked off at a rapid pace. Bofur’s hand gently clasped your elbow, steering you down the hall in the vague direction of Thorin’s chambers. Your questions continued, though they dropped in volume until you were speaking mostly to yourself.

“I think you know who has the answers to those questions, lass,” Bofur said kindly, waiting until after you had stopped muttering to say it.

You thought on that point for a while, but you couldn’t think of any way to approach the topic without making Thorin feel like he had to choose between reassuring you and accurately representing his own wants and needs. You wanted to make Thorin happy, wanted it more than anything… but you were worried you would lose yourself in the push for children if you weren’t careful.

“But how can I ask him?” you sighed. “What if I end up disappointing him?”

Bofur scoffed. 

“Impossible.”

The single-word assertion didn’t come from the dwarf beside you. Instead, Thorin came striding quickly down the hewn-stone hallway in front of you. His hair was loose and damp, and he was wearing a casual tunic and trousers. Clearly, he had left your shared quarters in a hurry. 

His eyes studied you, alight with worry. When he found no injury, he looked past you. “Thank you, Bofur. I’ll escort her from here.”

“Your highnesses,” Bofur replied cheekily, giving an overly deep bow before he walked away.

Thorin gave you another searching look, then held out a hand. It was a wise gesture, silent by nature, but asking so much more. Were you angry with him? Would you fight against him or would you fight with him against a common enemy?

You slipped your hand into his without a second thought. The deep crease in Thorin’s brow eased slightly, but his shoulders stayed tense as he led you to the royal quarters you shared.

---

Author's Note - As a helpful life tip, don't ask recently married people (or anyone, really) when they're having kids. It's weird and puts pressure on them. If they bring it up, it's whatever, but don't ask invasive questions.

There is be a second (explicit) part to this that I'll post tomorrow!

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This is so adorable - all three endings are absolutely amazing! 🥰

Hello again✨ how about some hc's about Thorin, Fili and Dwalin reactions with human reader that they like👀 she offered to climb a tree to check that they weren't followed when suddenly a branch breaks and falls into the arms of them princess style. Would also be nice if he tried to fix her hair and/or beard by the twigs without knowing the detail of how important her hair is 👌

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Warnings: None

Trees and confessions...

The howls were getting closer. Night after night the gluttonous cries of the beasts grew louder and more terrifying for the small group you traveled with, and while the eagles had giving you quite the head start, Azog was quickly catching up. The last two nights you had slept without the light of the fire in fear that your enemies would find you.

As it was, the group was hidden amount a large cluster of trees, hardly a forest but enough to keep you all out of the open and hidden away from unwanted eyes. The only problem? You couldn’t see your enemies either.

“We could always send Bilbo up a tree?” Kili suggested, his hand scratching at the stubble on his chin, “he is the lightest and it would keep our cover,”

While smart, Thorin practically growled at the suggestion. The King’s eyes glanced at the limping hobbit, his battle scars from the attack still apparent on his tiny form.

“Absolutely not!” The King spoke again, “I will not risk Bilbo doing any more damage to his ankle before it is properly healed. We are already traveling slower then we need to be,”

“I could scale it?” you offered, “I’m no hobbit but I’m lighter than any of you. Unless we want to see Gandalf try?”

The wizards sent you look that made the entire group snicker. You simply battered your eyelashes and smile innocently at your old friend.  

“Off you go then, before I change you into a squirrel to help get you there,” he huffed, sparking another round of giggles and a quiet question of ‘can he really do that?’ from Kili.

Silently wondering the same question as the young dwarf, you dropped your coat to the side and pulled yourself on the first branch.

“Remember lass, quietly, less you give us up,” Thorin warned.

You hummed in agreement, reaching for the next branch, and then the branch after that. You were human, not much taller than Kili, but you were quick and agile. You had to be living with a wondering village off to the East of even the Lonely Mountain. Your descendants had once been settled between Erebor and the Iron Hills, forced to start traveling after the dragon descended and took away the towns most stable trading source. Now your people were scattered around Middle Earth in search of stability. A stability that you would provide to them when you helped the Dwarf’s take back their homeland.

You made it to the top of the tree without problem, seeing no sign of your hunters or their beasts they rode on. With your heart light and a smile on your lips you began to make your way back down, freezing at the sound of a cracking branch beneath you. You vaguely heard Thorin call up to you before you fell.

…

Thorin

The Dwarven King was on edge. So much had happened in the last week he could not wrap his head around it. Azog resurfacing. Their descent toward the elves. His growing feeling for a certain human. It was all too much, and he constantly felt himself gripping the hilt of his weapon in an ill attempt to keep himself on guard despite his wondering mind.

When the sound of snapping caught his ears he spun on his heel, his sword drawn and his eyes scanning the surrounding trees. When he caught the sound of your gasp and the small squeak that left your lips however, he called after you in question. The second snap sounded before you had a chance to reply and before he could blink, he raced forward to catch you in his arms, his sword left lying forgotten in the leaf litter.

You body came falling through the trees hard and fast, making his knees shake as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest before you could hit the ground. He stumbled for a moment, kneeling to the ground to sit you in his lap as his wide blue eyes scanned yours for answers to his unspoken questions. You held a few scrapes and cuts from the branches on your way down, but other than that you looked ok, nothing broken or bent, and he let out a breath of relief.

You had your eyes clenched shut and your hands wrapped around your mouth to hold back your scream, and he smiled at you attempt to heed his warning of quiet. It was something he loved about you, your devotion to others, though sometimes it scared him how far you were willing to risk yourself for those you care about. It was a trait that he also shared, and the reason he had softened his views towards you during the quest.

You were shaking in his arms and he couldn’t help but pull you in further, pressing his head to yours and whispering reassurance that you were ok. He was not a patient dwarf, but with you he always tried. It took a moment before your hands became steady, and he wrapped his thick fingers around yours with care.

“Thorin?” you questioned, your voice a hoarse whisper.

“Aye lass, you’re ok. Your safe,” he cooed, his fingers leaving yours and running through your hair to rid it of the leaves that had settled there.

“I’m sorry! I tried to be quiet and I-”

“Hush now, I know. You were quiet. You did good. Are you ok?”

You gave a nod, “I’m ok. I got to the top and couldn’t- Thorin, what are you doing?” you cut yourself off, freezing in his grip.

He ran his fingers through your hair a few more times before paused, looking down at your burning cheeks in question, “there are leaves in your hair,” he said like it the most obvious thing in the world.

“Le-leaves?”

“Leaves, branches. You came down rather hard. I would not be surprised if I pull out of bird or two,” he chuckled sending you one of his rare grins.

“My ha-hair. You’re touching my hair,”

The dwarf frowned slightly, realising that you were not still shaking with adrenalin, but because you were uncomfortable. He drew his hands back like you had burnt him.

“I- I, forgive me. I did not mean- I had no intentions to- I should have asked,”

“It’s fine,”

“Are you sure?” he glanced over you again. He was terrified he had upset you, but you made no attempt to move from his lap despite not being able to look at him, and that left him confused, “It obviously means something. To darrow, hair is important. It shows one another comfort or friendship to brush or braid. I thought it was this case with your kin as well. I did not mean to offend you or upset you in any way,”

“Oh no, its not that!” you quickly reassured him, the red still tainting your cheeks, “and hair is important to my culture as well, its just seen as… well more so a romantic gesture then a friendly one,”

It took a moment for Thorin to make the connection in his head, but when he did, he blushed furiously. His mouth fell open and he gasped rather like a fish out of water. There were a hundred things he wanted to say, to confess, yet he sat their unable to voice a single one. Your eyes, once curious were now full of hurt and… was that disappointment?

You cleared your throat and wiped your hands on your pants, “I’m going to get off your lap now,”

“Wait,” he blurted not wanting to waist such an opportune moment, his hand shooting out to stop you from leaving, “I would not be inclined to ah, repeat the action? If you would be accepting of course! That is to say I would like to court you, if you felt for me what I do for you…”

He cringed at his words, his mind so rushed in thoughts that he could not thing of anything more poetic. He felt his stomach churn and he wanted to hide his face in his hands until your voice spoke softly.

“You wish to court me?”

Your eyes were back on him and once again full of hope, so beautiful and deep he felt lost in them. Lost in daydreams and fantasies. Lost for words. Again, he sat there, his cheeks burning under his beard and his lips parting while nothing came out.

“Thorin?” you asked hesitantly, the pain starting to seek back into your features.

“Mahal, curse my useless tongue,” he muttered to himself. Giving up on words, he slid a hand around your waist pulling you against him and pressing his lips against yours in frustration and hope. He grinned against your lips as you kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his body to press closer to his chest. You both drew back breathless and smiling.

“I know we still have much to face. Mirkwood, the dragon-” Thorin went on again, his nerves back.

“Yes, Thorin,” you cut him off, kissing him again, “I want to be yours,”

“Then I am the luckiest dwarf in the world,”

You grinned and pressed your forehead against his, content to stay there in his arms as long as you could.  

“Well that was the most awkward proposal I have ever witnessed,”

“Mahal it’s about time,���

“Get some uncle!”

Thorin heard the others around them and was tempted to shoo them all away, but he simply kissed you again, all his worries temporarily gone.

Dwalin

It was instinct, a force of nature, a reflex that he caught you as you came tumbling out of the branches with a cry. The burly warrior had kept his eyes on you the entire way up and back, his heart in his throat as your climbed so far away from him. From his protection.

He knew better than to think you were useless, you had been traveling around Middle Earth alone for years now, but he couldn’t help but to want to keep your safe, hovering where he wasn’t necessarily needed, but willing to help you with even the easiest of your jobs. The others would often tease him over the way his demeaner softened when you got near, or the way he would follow you around like a puppy on a leash, but strangely the comments didn’t bother him. He knew he had it bad for you, and he was happy to be by your side however he could.  

Was he brave enough to admit the feelings he had towards you? Not a chance. But would be there for you regardless? Absolutely. That’s why he caught you with ease, wrapping his thick arms around you and pulling you against his chest with worried eyes.

“Lass, what happened? Are you alright?” he questioned in panic.

You blinked slowly, glancing up at the tree you were in then to the ground, then to Dwalin himself who was still holding you close. One moment you were calm, the next you were wrapping yourself around his shoulders, your body shaking and your fingers clawing at his jacket to hold on and burry your face into the crook of his neck, your panic catching up to you.

Dwalin let you cling onto him wherever you needed to feel calm again and he rubbed soothing circles into your back with his thick fingers. He stayed quiet, no sure what to say to help, be he never let go. After a moment of silence you stopped shaking, Dwalin’s presence calming you in a way no other could.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his neck, the edge of his beard tickling your cheek as you looked up at him with watery eyes and the scarred old darrow couldn’t help but to melt at the sight.

Holding you up with one arm, he wiped away your tears with a gentle touch, “Hush now dove, none o’ that. Ya’ safe and sound,”

“Safe,” you mumbled back, digging your face deeper.

“What did you see?” Thorin interrupted impatiently, his fingers tapping against the handle of his sword.

Dwalin scoffed, “Give her a second there would ya?”

“We don’t have time,” he glared back, raising a brow to question his best warrior.

“There’s no one out there,” you muttered before they could start bickering, “and if they are, they’re not finding us tonight,”

Thorin gave a nod, giving orders to the dwarfs around you to set up camp for the night. You let out a sigh and wriggled out of your saviour’s grip, Dwalin putting you down carefully.

“Ya alright lass?”  

“Yeah, thank you Dwalin. Don’t know what I’d do without you,” you mumbled that last part more to yourself but the dwarf chuckled and flushed red.

“Don’t have ta be without me. I’ll always be here ta keep ya safe,”

And almost to prove it, he reached up and softly pulled a branch from your hair. You gasped as his fingers brush your hair, and your heart pounded in your chest at the implication. Without a second though, your fingers laced around the collar of his tunic, pulling him in and kissing him.

Caught off guard, Dwalin’s eyes widened before fluttering closed, his body sinking into the sudden kiss. Disappointment weld in his chest when you pulled back to breath but you didn’t let go.

“You just kissed me,” he grinned, pink tinting his cheeks as he squinted at you in question.

You blinked, “Uh, yes. That is what you asked of me, was it not?”

“Asked of you… what?” He tilted his head in confusion, “I didn’t ask- that’s not to say I- It’s just-”

“You don’t wish to court me?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean- Mahal’s balls,”

You took a step away from him, embarrassment written across your face.

“Wait! Wait! I mean I do wish ta court ya, I have for a while now and I would do anything to get you to kiss me like that again. I just don’t understand how I asked ya,”

“Oh,” you frowned taking his words in, “ah, well… in my culture, to touch another’s hair is a rather intimate action. It’s something only lovers would do. When you touched my hair, I guess I jumped at the chance that you might adore me the way I do you,”

Dwalin smiled, a gentle and pure look, “Oh dove I do adore ya, more than ya could imagine,”

“Then kiss me again,”

“Aye, anything for my one,”

And kiss you he did.

Fili

When the first crack sounded, Fili thought it was his brother messing about. He grinned and spun around to smack him playfully when he realised that his brother had wondered off to help set up. When the second crack sounded and you gasped from somewhere above him, his heart froze in his chest as he realised what was happening.

He didn’t have time to call for help, to ask if you were ok, before he spotted your figure falling through the branches of the tree you had climbed. With every piece of strength Mahal had granted him in his creation, he shot through the small campground and held out his hands to catch you, tumbling when his foot hit a root of the great tree.

You squeaked as you came down, falling into the blond dwarf’s arms and bringing you both to the ground with enough force to wind you both.

In a tangle of limbs and soft groans of pain Fili blinked away the discomfort, shooting up straight to check on you. He had been fast enough to twist your bodies so you landed on top of him and now you laid with your head on his chest, you face scrunched in protest of the soreness in your limbs.

“Lass are you ok?” he groaned out in worry, watching your eyes glance around before meeting his.

“Aye, I’m ok. You?”

“I’m fine,” he reassured now his heart had finished pounding in his chest at his panic.

“Next time I’m sending your brother up the tree,” you moaned, resting your head on his chest once more, finding yourself in a rather comfortable position with the dwarf. Fili chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and making you smile.

For a long moment, the two of you simply laid there like that, covered in leaves and tangled up against one another, relishing in one another’s presence. It was comfortable, despite the hard ground, and you hummed in delight as he raked his fingers delicately through your hair. He worked attentively to get each and every leaf out of your locks and you blushed in guilt of not wanting him to stop.

“Fili, what are you doing?”

He hummed nonchalantly, “Getting rid of the leaves. You can do mine once I’m finished,”

“Fili you- it’s just- well I can’t just-” you spluttered, your face burning red.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to I just thought… I though we were getting close enough too… never mind,”

“You braided Ori’s hair only yesterday,”

“Aye? They are my friend, what of it?”

“Your friend? Is that what that means to you then? What I mean to you?”

Fili paused his fingers and looked down at your face in confusion and hurt, his stomach tensing and his eyes beginning to burn, “Do you not see me as your friend?”

“Of course I see you as my friend!” you reassured, snapping your head up to look at his defeated face, “I would trust and cherish not one else more than you by my side… it’s just-”

“Just?”

“Well, where I’m from, touching and braiding one’s hair is seen as more than just friendliness. It’s ah… more so a romantic or intimate gesture,”

Fili felt his entire body burn under your gaze. He had not meant to disrespect your culture and your explanation made him want to run his fingers through your hair even more, not to mention the way you were gazing at him, almost like you too wanted him to continue. It was true he adored you, was drawn to you in a way he had not felt with any of his other suiters, but he was nervous. What if you didn’t feel the same way? What if this wasn’t a nudge to continue but a warning to back off? He didn’t always understand humans and it was worse with you not knowing much about your culture as it was just a big of a secret as his own culture.

Fili also had a nasty habit of over thinking everything he did.

“Fo-forgive me, I meant no disrespect,” he swallowed nervously, “To darrow, the gesture of brushing or braid hair is intimate yes, but for any we hold dear to us,”

You watched him carefully, “So I am dear to you?”

“More then you know. In fact, if you feel the same way, the offer to brush my hair remains? In- in the way your culture means it to be? If you wish to remain as we are that is fine too its just- I thought maybe- I really like you, in that way too. And now I’m rambling, and I can’t stop it, words are just coming out and I-”

You cut him off with a kiss, stilling his words but not his tongue. He pulled you closer, one hand around your waist and the other returning to your hair. You both pulled away dazed and giggling.

“I would love to braid your hair Fili,”

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Heyyy i just wanna say that I LOVE your writing. Its so so comforting 🫶🫶🫶

Can I request a story/headcanon about how Thorins company/ specifically Kíli would react if (fem) reader got her hair braided by her (non dwarf) friend, and it was just a friendly thing, but the dwarves thought it was a courting braid?

Pairing Fem!Reader x Kíli

Thank youu🫶💗

Omg thanks! Comfort writing is a big honor 🥹

Mission of Misunderstanding- Kili x F!Human!Reader

Shout-out to my girlies in the unbraidable hair community lmao 🤝 Warnings: one minor swear lol, a couple suggestive remarks

One more step and your feet were going to fall off. Surrendering to the burn, you all but fell down onto the log, tilting your feet so only your heels rested upon the earth. A sigh escaped your lips and you didn’t even move when the rustling sounded at your back.

A familiar voice spoke your name. Bilbo. “Are you quite alright?”

“Yes, my friend,” you breathed, “so long as you don’t count anything below the knee. Or my hair. Can’t imagine how much dirt and leaves have gotten in it after all that.”

"Well, yes," Bilbo chided, ever the little mother-hen, "you've got to keep it back. Why don't I braid it for you?"

Your heart burst, and not from exertion this time. "You would do that for me?"

"Of course," the hobbit shrugged, "haven't had much practice of it of late, but certainly I can give it a go for you. I understand. I wouldn't want the mess either. Come here."

Thanking him again, you scooted closer to where Bilbo stood, gritting your teeth for the pain of him detangling your hair, only to relax at the gentle touch of his nimble fingers. Eyelids fluttering shut in contentment, you sat as Bilbo worked his magic neatening your hair up and making fresh braids of it for you. Feet still elevated and aching, but less so the longer you sat off of them. When the hobbit pulled back with a quiet, still-focused finished, your first instinct was to reach up around your head, touching the new set of braids with a widening smile.

"And now it shall be free of my face! Truly, thank you, Bilbo!" Pulling him into a quick hug, you vowed to repay him somehow with a teasing final statement. "Since I doubt you want me to braid yours."

"That is quite alright, thank you," he chuckled, "let's head back to camp before Bombur chases us down, eh?”

Camp was nearby, and still sparsely populated as you approached it. Bofur and Bombur were there building a fire, and Thorin stood a ways aside having a conversation with Balin. Dwalin and Gloin sat playing a game with a rock as their table, and Ori sat knitting. The others, you presumed, were hunting, saddling ponies, or else getting attention from Oin. Thinking nothing of it you sat down again, this time near Dwalin and Gloin, asking who was winning and if they were taking bets just to laugh at their responses. Bilbo helped Bofur and Bombur get set up for dinner a few feet off, propping up sticks strong enough to hold the cooking pot.

Sure enough, the rest of the company began trickling in, Oin, Bifur, and Nori first, the latter two with poultices and bandages. You winced. Perhaps you should complain less about your feet. Next up came Dori and Fili, who each carried one half of a felled deer, shot clearly with one of Kili's arrows. The younger prince had a bag in hand, likely having won whatever silly game determined who got the lightest load. Smiling and meeting his eyes, you gave a quick wave, indicating your amusement at the game behind you with your eyes.

Kili smiled back and waved, then swiveled his head away and back again in a double-take. You found yourself frowning as he averted his gaze to help his brother, blinking as you wondered what that was about. All you'd done was say hello. Not even say, really. Did he think you were making fun of the others?

Perhaps it was nothing, but considering your feelings for the prince, it was everything in your mind. Cycling ideas began overtaking your brain like mist. Had he suspected malice of your joke? Had he simply heard something? Why had his expression shifted so? Maybe he was just worried by what he heard.

~

"What did I miss while we were gone?"

At Kili's words, Dwalin simply frowned, peering at him like he'd thoroughly lost his marbles. "What do ya mean, lad?"

"Did...did anything happen?"

"Took Gloin for a right fool on the card table," the older dwarf replied with a smug look, chest puffing and shoulders widening.

"No," the prince shook his head, "not with you, with..."

Despite the way he trailed off, Dwalin gave him a knowing smirk, crossing his tattooed arms. "Ah, I see," he nodded, "not with me, not with me at all. With the lass, eh? Why, she didn’t greet you with a kiss?”

Having an older brother really steeled one to teasing. Much as Kili wanted to fight, to protest and say oi, quit that or I’ll make you, he knew it was exactly the rise Dwalin would’ve wanted to get from him. Beside the other fact that his elder could kick his ass easily.

“‘Course not,” he replied nonchalantly as he could, “I just noticed someone had braided her hair was all.”

Even Dwalin had cause for surprise at that, dark eyebrows shooting up to his metaphorical hairline. “Just since this morning?”

“Yeah,” Kili replied, trying not to sound as deflated as the words made him feel, knocking the air clean out of him now that he’d said them out loud, “thought maybe you’d seen who did it.”

“Hadn’t even crossed my mind, but I think it was like that when she and Bilbo headed back to camp.”

“Bilbo?” He’d lose to a three and a half foot…grocer? “Well now, I’d not have expected that, eh?”

“I can tell ye don’t actually want to laugh, son.”

Sighing, he finally let himself deflate. Bilbo? You and Bilbo?

~

“I hardly see them talk that much. Do you?”

“Not nearly enough to warrant a marriage. Those take time.”

“I know, Fee.”

“Spark.”

“I know.”

“And I thought you two had it. Not even just saying that because you’re my brother. You know I’m honest with you. The only reason those two would have is both feeling like outsiders, and that hardly seems cause to f-”

“Thank you, Fili, yes. Perhaps I was just wrong. Perhaps she could never have loved me after all. She wasn’t my One.”

“Now, brother,” grabbing him by the cheeks with one hand, Fili pulled his younger brother’s gaze to meet his, “not so hasty. Have you talked to either of them yet?”

“Wasn’t ready,” he mumbled, shaking out of the squishing grasp.

“Well, perhaps you should. Knowing is pain, yes, but it is also the thing that keeps us going in the end.”

Kili dropped his gaze thoughtfully before meeting his brother’s eye again, smiling faintly. “Remember our old espionage days? Maybe it’s time we had another mission.”

“Alright,” Fili nodded and smiled, “for old times’ sake.”

~

“Well hello there, Master Burglar.”

“Whatever it is, I won’t fall for it.”

“Now, now, so dry and for what?” Fili wrapped an arm around the hobbit. “I was just wondering how you you were coming along with…a certain member of the company.”

At that, the hobbit’s face crumpled in disgust. By Fili’s reckoning, Master Bilbo seemed barely interested in romance and certainly not with any of the types he currently ran with. He needed someone more doilies and dishcloths and the lot. You may have been the closest to his type, but still far too much of an edge, far too much indeed.

“I beg your pardon?” Bilbo simply replied.

With a conspiratorial wink, Fili leaned in and whispered your name, glancing back to the hobbit’s eyes, which narrowed slightly. Suspicious.

“Uh, w-well I would say,” Bilbo stuttered, shrugging lightly, “well as we could be, all things considered.”

“All things considered?” Fili’s grip tightened a bit. “There are things to be considered?”

“There are plenty of things to be considered!” The burglar shot back. “Why, is she upset with me? Last I heard, she liked the braids and I made her feel much more comfortable. Have I done something today?”

Blue eyes closing to near-slits, Fili released his grip entirely, arm falling back to his side. “Did she ask you to arrange her hair?”

“She complained about it,” Bilbo replied, shimmying in his newfound freedom and using his released arm to slide his pack closer, “so I offered to do something about it. Can’t imagine that is much of an outrage…oh. Oh, good heavens! No! Oh, no. No. She could be my daughter, who on earth sent you over here to…?”

Blonde brows raising, Fili’s head shot back in surprising hard enough to send his mustache braids swinging. “Wait, so you do know about courting braids?”

“Gloin was just telling me all about his,” the hobbit replied, freezing in place even in spite of his awkward, hunched-into-his-pack-hands-deep posture, “neither of us thought a thing about it. Privately I was hoping she and Kili would do whatever it was to get the tension out there, you know?”

Fili did know. He knew, all right.

~

“Psst! Psst! Hoo! Hoo! Caw!”

Kili’s head snapped up at the sound, dark eyes meeting his brother’s fair head popping from the scraggly bushes surrounding camp. One gloved hand waved wild beckoning at the younger prince. Rising from the rock he’d sat down on, one with a strategic view of some conversation between you, Uncle Thorin, and Balin, Kili strode to the edges of camp.

“Reconnaissance successful,” his older brother hissed.

“What?” Jaw dropping, Kili felt his hands leave his chest and clench in surprise. “That was fast. Nothing for me to do?”

“Not true, brother. Not true at all,” Fili smiled, “your part is far more important. You have to go talk to her.”

With a sigh, Kili nodded despite the heavy clunk of his heart in his chest. All the childhood playtimes were nice and all, but at the end of the day he had to be a dwarf about things. Face his fears, just like Uncle Thorin and his father and even Fili.

“You’re right. Though I dread it in my heart, I must speak to her. Even if my love is never known.”

“I wish you the greatest of luck,” Fili patted his shoulder, smiling eagerly, “and trust me. She won’t do a single thing to hurt you. I know it. Alright?”

Another nod. “Alright.”

Inhale, exhale. One step, then another. It was hard sometimes. Putting on the bravado. Fili was always so capable and Uncle had high standards. Not that he shouldn’t, but…it just got easier to act unafraid of everything. In truth, there was much Kili didn’t understand. Much he feared. Perhaps even his own heart, and that was why he had allowed himself to play games with it for so long. No longer, though.

Crunching across the dry campsite ground, he marched up to you as your conversation ended and asked to speak with you, frowning slightly at the nod Balin and Thorin exchanged. Focusing instead on your gaze, the way your eyes were intent in his and the-admittedly quite adorable-way shock bloomed across your face before giving way to a smile and a nod.

“Of course,” you said, and that was that.

How was it that one little smile from you could simultaneously calm Kili's heart and set it leaping like nothing else? There truly was no denying that you were special. Perhaps Bilbo had seen what was so dazzlingly obvious, too. Guess that wasn't too much of a shock.

You both ventured toward the tree line, stopping next to a particularly sturdy trunk. Eagerness was written across your face as you leaned against the smooth bark, encouraging Kili with a smile he couldn't help faintly mirroring even as tears swam in his eyes.

"Are congratulations in order?"

"For me?" You asked, head tilting and hand reaching to your chest. "Forgive me, but what are you asking? I thought maybe I'd upset you last night, but now I really fear it. Or are you teasing me again?"

All thought was scrubbed from Kili's brain at your words, a thick blanket of confusion draping over the prince's mind and furrowing his brows. Is this what Fili meant? Were you not to hurt him because you thought him cross with you? That hurt a bit in and of itself. Perhaps you'd known he would be jealous. But then again, you had greeted him so casually, giving him a cute little wave when he came back...

"Please," he all but begged your name, "the suspense is just killing me. Is that not a courting braid you've been given? I know it is new as of yesterday."

"Is that why you looked so perturbed? Courting...courting braid? Kili," you laughed, "my hair was full of sticks and leaves and all manner of muck, so Bilbo detangled it and got it out of my face for me! Bilbo could be my father!"

Still a bit shaky, but Kili's face surrendered a smile at the teasing smack you gave his upper arm. "Oh, forgive me for being a dwarf," he shot back, "I was hardly the only one who noticed."

"But you were the only one who was jealous," you teased him back, "is that not right?"

Kili could tell by the faltering smirk you gave, by the dart of your beautiful eyes, that you did not truly believe it, but by Mahal, you would when he was done with you.

"Madly," he agreed, eyes boring into yours, "never let anyone but me braid your hair again."

Eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, you peeled yourself from the tree as if to get a closer look. "Kili..."

"I mean it," he implored your name once more, gently taking your shoulders in his hands, "please. This isn't a joke, but if you'd like me to convince you..."

Surging forward, Kili closed the gap between you two, his lips soft against yours and stubble pleasantly tickling against your skin, which shifted as you moved in response to his kiss. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tangling in it and eliciting a sound Kili was too focused on you to be embarrassed about. When you finally pulled away for air, he pulled you back, resting his forehead against yours with a growing smile.

"So, you convinced?"

Your eyes glittered with mirth, joy, mischief...perhaps even love, and Kili knew he should have never doubted you were his One. "So convinced I practically want you to rip out all of Bilbo's work and do it over again yourself."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

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One More White Hair.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader (human)

Warnings: ANGST! Insecurity, mutual pining, fluff.

Summary: From the imagine, "Imagine that Thorin is in love with you but won't let on as he believes he's an old man and is no good for you'.

Comments: Requested by two anons and @lemond57 Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll regarding when this fic should be set. The majority asked for post Quest. We also get a bit of match-maker Dis. So, enjoy!

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Thorin sighed as he stood in front of his full length dress mirror. He was sure that another grey hair had appeared overnight. It shone silver as it wove through his braid. Each hair was a reminder of all those years that he was ahead of you. But nothing could stop his heart wanting you as much as it did. By human years you were in your prime of life, at your peak. Thorin felt as though he was now deflated, crumbling away as he approached his second century. Surely if he had met you all those years ago when he was young, and his hair was black and his skin free of blemish, you would have fallen for him. The scars which littered his body acted as a map of all the wars he had participated in. Each blemish was a sign of his experience. Your skin was still unmarked, unbroken. So much innocence.

That evening would be your weekly dinner with Thorin, the rest of his court advisers and Dis. Since being part of the King's Company only a few months prior, Thorin had made sure you now had a home, security and position. You remembered your first day at council, all eyes were on you. No one of the race of Men had ever taken a seat on Dwarf council. However, as time passed, you had gradually found your place. Dwalin and Balin had welcomed you immediately, having been two of your traveling companions.

In your bedchamber and you began pushing through the clothing which hung in your wardrobe. Dresses, tunics, shawls, cloaks, robes. One dress sat at the end of the line of clothing: it was the dress that Thorin had gifted you upon moving into your bedchamber. It was deep, midnight blue. Dresses always made you feel insecure, as if unwanted attention would be drawn to you and mockery would be shown. And this one had been no exception, until now. You picked it up and draped it over your arm. Something hit you, a revelation... it was the same colour that Thorin always wore. Had this been a simple coincidence? Probably. You highly doubted that Thorin would have thought that deeply into such a thing as this.

With a sigh, you shifted away and began to dress for the occasion.

Thorin was first in the hall, sitting at the head of the table. And gradually everyone began to appear, filling up the seats around the long table. Wine and ale was on hand, plenty to keep everyone merry.

You sat at the far end of the table, next to Balin. First off, you placed a napkin into your lap, preparing for the meal. Then you looked up and noticed Thorin glancing at his own reflection in a goblet. Why did he do this so often? Was he becoming vain?

Thorin sighed and looked over toward you, noticing that you had your gaze in your lap. But his heart hammered in anxiety and delight at the sight of you wearing the dress. It looked just as he had imagined; it was a snug fit and showed off your curves beautifully.

Balin smirked to himself as he noticed Thorin watching you. It had become known within the main circle of advisers that Thorin had his eye on you. However, you remained oblivious to the fact.

The evening went as it normally did: eating, drinking and plenty of chatter.

You noticed that Dis kept whispering to Thorin, nudging him. But his face would then contort and grow angry, until finally he hissed something at her and she crossed her arms in frustration. "I think you take the stubbornness of Dwarves to a whole new level!" Dis exclaimed.

"Enough!" Thorin bellowed.

Everyone stared for a second at the King and his sister, then shifted their nervous gazes elsewhere.

"Umm, we'll begin taking our plates to the kitchens," you proposed, feeling awkward. The rest of the table, apart from Thorin and Dis, muttered in agreement and grabbed their plates and cutlery, hurrying to the kitchen, which was just out of the hall.

Thorin and Dis remained sat down, almost side by side.

"Thorin, I'm being serious, you need to tell her," Dis said, her voice soft but firm. "You've given everything for this kingdom, for our people. You deserve some happiness. I see the way you look at each other."

"Dis!" Thorin warned.

"You think the fact you're older than her makes a difference. It doesn't."

"Look at me!" Thorin exclaimed. "I'm an old man. What kind of woman would want..."

"She would," Dis replied. "Trust me. You've got nothing to lose here, Thorin, and everything to gain. Just talk to her."

Thorin sighed and smiled weakly at Dis. "I shall."

As the guests of Thorin's dinner began to disperse, he called you back. "Can I talk with you privately?" he asked.

Dis smiled to herself and winked at Thorin as she disappeared out of the main double doors.

"Of course," you said. You sat down at the table where Dis had been sat. "You look worried. What's bothering you?" The set of his face seemed to be that of anguish. Did this relate to his outburst earlier?

Thorin blinked hard and looked down at the table.

You reached across and took his hand. "You've put your faith and trust in me this far, please do not stop now."

"I..." Thorin began, his silver blue eyes locked with your gaze. "I love you."

You gasped, unable to hold back your shock at this. "You...you..."

"I love you," he said again. "But I'm old, and while I know my sister means well, she doesn't see the years on my face that I do. Every time I look in the mirror, I see one more white hair. My body is littered with scars. I should not be yearning for you the way I do...."

You gripped his hand tighter, your thumb caressing his. "You're not old. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

"What?"

You smiled as you saw his eyes widen in shock. "I mean it. You are. You might be older than me, Thorin, but I never see your age. I just see a beautiful man who I would never have any chance with."

Thorin chuckled. "You're very wrong in your estimation of chances."

You brushed your hand through his long locks, still smiling as you did so. "These white hairs just add to how handsome you are, you know?"

"You are trying to flatter me now..."

"No, I'm speaking the truth. I'd never speak anything but truth to you. I've seen you look at your own reflection so many times, and I kept wondering if you were growing vain."

Both of you couldn't help but laugh.

Thorin cupped your cheek with his hand. "It felt like with each new white hair you were growing further and further away from me."

"Never," you whispered, and leaned in for a kiss.

***

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Smoke, Iron, and Thorin

Chapter 1

Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Summary: you prepare for the quest to reclaim Erebor by meeting your kin in the home of a very disgruntled hobbit. However, you don't expect to face your first obstacle before you even step foot out the door, when an unexpected ghost from your past darkens the door of the hobbit hole.

Warnings: eventual smut, no use of y/n, angst

Word count: 1833

Author's note: This is my FIRST fic! The beginnings of this story have been sitting in my computer for sooo long and for whatever reason today I just decided to jump headfirst into being a Tumblr writer! I'm still very new to this, so I welcome all kinds of constructive feedback/criticism. If there are any warnings/tags you think I missed just let me know :) Reader is AFAB! half dwarf/half human, but still grew up in the halls of Erebor. We'll get more into her background and her history with Thorin later on in the series! Enjoy!

“What do you think they’ll have?” Filli asks with giddy excitement as they pass each hobbit hole on their way through the shire.

“what do you mean?” you ask absentmindedly, scanning each door for the symbol Gandalf instructed you to look for.

“For supper of course,” Killi replies. “He said there would be lots of food, and no one can cook quite like a hobbit can.” you can’t deny the intoxicating aroma that has seeped into your nose with every inhale since the moment you arrived in the shire. Freshly baked bread, patiently cured meats, and hearty stews seem to be baking all around you as the sun finishes its descent behind the lush rolling hills of the shire.

Darkness has settled all around as the inhabitants of the hobbit holes settle in for the evening. The only remaining light comes from the lamps illuminating the doorways and the warming hearths inside every cozy little hole.

“I see it!” You shout triumphantly when you glimpse the blue mark glowing on the green door of a hobbit hole.

The two dwarves are so anxious for a hot meal that they’ve already bounded up to the door to ring the bell before you can even blink.

The front door is pulled open abruptly and a very frustrated hobbit groans at the sight of you. A reaction that is not all that uncommon while traveling with dwarves, so the three of you greet him enthusiastically regardless.

“You must be Mr. Boggins,” Kili begins.

“Nope!” the hobbit shouts, “you can’t come in, you’ve come to the wrong house!” he tries and fails to close the door on the three of you.

“What?!” you all shout in confusion. Knowing there is absolutely no way you are at the wrong door.

“Has it been canceled? No one told us.” the brothers protest. 

“No, nothing’s been canceled,” the hobbit starts to explain.

You all sigh in relief and continue to push your way further inside.

The home is filled with the overlapping chatter of dwarves and the clattering of weapons being tossed into the arms of the frazzled hobbit.

Dwalin’s booming voice greets the three of you, quickly recruiting you all to join in the organized chaos that is preparing the cramped dining room for even more dwarves to arrive. 

Food is tossed about, ale sloshed onto the floor, and poor Bilbo’s house is an absolute wreck. You can’t help but feel sorry for your host, but you also can’t bring yourself to pull away from the merriment just yet.

It had been so long since you’d last been around so many of your dwarven friends. Up until beginning your journey several weeks ago, you hadn’t even seen Kili and Fili for many years. 

But their mother, Dis had always been a very good friend of yours. Ever since growing up Erebor, you had felt as closely connected to her family as she was to yours. 

Unfortunately, due to the arrival of a dragon, and stubborn dwarvish pride you had long ago gone your separate ways. Save for the occasional letter. Much like the letter you received asking if you would be willing to accompany her two reckless sons on their latest journey.

Kili and Fili were not exactly known for their self-preservation instincts and the journey that lay before you would not be an easy one. But even if it weren’t as a favor to Dis, you would have said yes regardless. Nothing in the world would be able to prevent you from helping to finally reclaim your homeland, and defeat the great beast that took so much from you.  

Several pints of ale have loosened your inhibitions and you now find yourself laughing and singing along with the rowdy bunch, not a care in the world.

Until a heavy knock comes on the door.

Silence falls over the hobbit hole.

“He’s here,” says Gandalf.

“Who’s here?” you ask in confusion.

No answer comes, and everyone is suddenly averting their gaze from yours as Gandalf crosses the room to open the door. You have a bad feeling about what’s on the other side.

Gandalf pulls it open with a flourish and is greeted by a deep voice. A familiar voice.

No, you think to yourself. It can’t be.

But sure enough, Thorin Oakenshield is stepping through the front door. 

He says something to Gandalf but you can’t fully make out what it is.

Your ears are ringing loudly and a white, hot flame is blazing deep inside your belly.

Suddenly you’re back to the last time you saw him, years ago. Tears streaming down your cheeks in the doorway of the dusty old inn.

“He looks more like a grocer than a burglar,” Thorin laughs as he turns towards the dining room. Where his eyes immediately lock with yours. You can see the exact moment he realizes you’re there. His eyes widen in shock and your name slips past his lips in a breathless whisper. 

For what feels like the longest second of your life, he simply stands there taking you in. From the braided strands framing your face to the silhouette of your long green traveling dress. You could almost swear he looked…happy to see you. 

And that only adds more fuel to the fire inside you. 

“Thorin,” you growl and curl your fists at your side. “What are you doing here?” you hiss.

He narrows his eyes back at you. “What am I doing here? I am the leader of this company, what are you doing here? It isn’t safe for you, lass.”

You scream in frustration. The sexist pig! You have just as much of a right to be here as everyone else and he knows it. Your arm reaches up of its own accord to smack that self-righteous look right off his face. But before your hand can make contact Fili grabs your arm and pulls you away.

You whirl around and shove him away from you.

“You!” you glare between Kili and Fili redirecting your anger. “You lied to me!” they both start to protest but before they can form a single sentence you hold up a finger and they both fall silent. 

“You told me, he wouldn’t be here! You looked me right in the eyes and lied to my face,” you grind out, barely containing the urge to strike them both upside the head.

“We didn’t want to,” Fili begs.

“It was our mother’s idea, she knew that was the only way you would agree to come.” Kili finishes.

You laugh humorlessly. “And she was absolutely right, I’m leaving!” you turn on your heel and march straight towards the door. But before you can fully push past him, Thorin’s hand encircles your wrist and firmly pulls you back to look at him.

It was a mistake letting yourself stand any closer to him. As soon as you do his scent envelopes you. Smoke, iron, and Thorin. You yank stubbornly on his grip, desperate to put some distance between the two of you but he is too strong. 

“Wait,” he whispers to you, both commanding and desperate. “You cannot make the journey back alone, it is already dark, who knows what is lurking along those roads-”

You scoff and reach your free hand behind you for the dagger concealed underneath your corset. Before he can continue you have it pressed firmly against his throat. You apply just enough pressure that you know he can feel the blade stinging against his skin, but he doesn’t even blink. You lean in closer to him looking deep into his eyes.

“I can take care of myself,” you whisper. “I’ve had a lot of practice at it as of late.” And he loosens his grip just enough for you to yank yourself free. You remove the dagger from his throat and attempt to resume your departure, but this time it is Gandalf who stands in your way.

“I am sorry we misled you, my dear. But I’m afraid we cannot accomplish this task without you.” you lift the dagger up defiantly and point it at his chest, but you both know it is an empty threat.

“I don’t care,” you reply. “It’s not my problem.”

“You do, and it is,” the wizard replies. “I know how you’ve spent the last years, you are the only one who possesses the knowledge and connections we need to accomplish this feat.” 

You hear the whispers of confusion from behind you. They clearly didn’t know how you had dedicated the last several years of your life to searching, reading, and studying every resource you could get your hands on in preparation for this exact task.

“I know how badly you wish to return home,” Gandalf continues, as if he could read your mind. “A great deal was taken from you that day, and you are not the type to let that stand. So the question remains: who deserves your wrath more at this moment? Thorin or Smaug?”

You let your arm fall back to your side, tucking the dagger back away.

“Who says it can’t be both?” you challenge him.

Gandalf laughs and shakes his head.  

“Oh you are part dwarf indeed my child. Hold onto whatever anger you wish. But don’t let it get in the way of you reclaiming your homeland, defeating Smaug, and finally laying your parents to rest.”

You clench your jaw in frustration. You know he’s right, but you hate to admit it.

“We can do this without her,” Thorin grumbles from behind you. “If she wishes to leave she can, I’ll have someone escort her home safely.” 

You finally whirl around to glare at him again. He doesn’t want you here, he doesn’t think you can do it. He doesn’t think a ‘helpless girl’ can hold her own on a dangerous journey such as this one.

You smirk back at him defiantly. 

“On second thought,” you place one hand on your hip and extend the other out toward Balin. “I’ll sign that contract now,”

Thorin grumbles and glares at you in protest. 

Balin moves faster than you’ve ever seen the dwarf move, handing you the contract before you can change your mind or Thorin can argue against it. 

You scribble your name at the bottom and shove it into Thorin’s chest as you saunter past him in search of another pint of ale.

You lost count of how many more drinks you downed before passing out in one of the soft armchairs by the fire. 

You stir briefly when a familiar scent meets your nose and a thick blanket is gently draped across your sleeping form.

You could swear you feel the whisper of a touch ghost across your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

But before you can wake any further, a deep voice starts to sing:

Far over the misty mountains cold…

More voices start to join in the melody, and before you know it you are lulled deeper and deeper back into a dreamless sleep.

Next Chapter

[possibly-in-wonderland]

some modern girl falls into middle earth concepts (the hobbit & lotr)

reader has a gold tooth or two, obvs the company is interested but what happens when thorin gets that gold sickness lmfao

reader has hella tattoos/piercings/body mods (tatted eyeballs, pointed ears, split tongue, fangs, etc) and explains the process to the company (maybe dwalin gets the hots). this is, of course, after the company finds out reader is in fact human and not some odd race they've never heard of

black or native american reader (bc u know how dwarves & elves are with hair)

reader who speaks norwegian and has studied norwegian history (bc why not) and likes to draw comparisons between scandinavian culture and dwarven culture (idk why lmao)

italian reader (bc food)

reader with dai yueqin-length hair (aka if its not up its a tripping hazard to everyone)

reader who's a part of the sca

deaf!reader (maybe bifur's sign language is similar to asl and they end up becoming friends)

blind!reader (reader likes touching faces, im just imagining reader touching one of the dwarves' faces and being like "oh wow ur very handsome", maybe reader likes bigger noses, bigger ears, longer hair, and beards bc they feel interesting as opposed to a clean-shaven face and smaller features)

reader with a beard fetish (*everyone looks at nori and his glorious beard*)

stoner reader who, after falling into middle earth, found themselves constantly stoned stupid due to eating a brownie before the fall (and by some weird magical thing, their body is now "glitched").

alternatively, stoner reader who had seeds on them before they fell.

metalhead reader (specifically eddie munson-style...so thrasher obsessed with dnd).

crackfic idea: introducing the dwarves to diggy hole (lmao)

reader, who's obsessed with stories, tells the company a different story from their home world each night (like a story about a young viking managing to train the most ferocious dragon (how to train your dragon)). later, reader ends up retelling snow white and the seven dwarves.

some sort of bl2 x hobbit crossover (reader's a siren but not from the borderlands universe, and in this case their magic is more like pony magic from mlp friendship is magic or bonnies magic from vampire diaries). they dont get any markings or anything until they "leech" the gold sickness from thorin (which, in turn, affects the reader by making their powers more awesome). obvs there's some limitations (they lose the ability to fully control their limbs and are pretty much wheelchair-bound for a few months). reader is pretty much a demigod (probably just as powerful if not maybe a little less powerful than gandalf).

reader fell into middle earth a couple thousand years ago but due to some weird aging thing and middle earth time working differently than modern earth time they age differently. they've become some minor witch or wizard.

reader "scent marks/chins" to show love (like a rabbit)

reader whos part of modern royalty from our world (and enjoys middle earth more than anything bc they don't have to be "propper" all the time, maybe their more of a princess diana royal)

speaking of princess diana: reader gushes over princess diana

post botfa: fem!reader flirts with dis (lol)

reader pretends to by psychic (like in psych) but in reality they've read every book part of the lotr/hobbit universe and know everything (maybe they understand some of their languages as well, not enough to be fluent but enough to pick out certain words)

reader grew up DEEP in the mountains of west virginia (and likes to sing country roads at random points, though they change some of the lyrics bc they don't have the crayons nor willpower to explain a radio)

reader knows "big bad john" and "the cajun queen" by jimmy dean by heart

reader quietly singing jolene after the events of mirkwood

reader lives life by the kenny rogers song "the gambler"

most of the songs the reader knows are either by dolly parton or kenny rogers (or any other artist similar like reba)

reader casually talks about the horrors of our world like its the most normal thing (ww2, systematic racism, the truth of thanksgiving, climate change, 2020, the patriarchy and how they treat women, etc)...everyone looks horrified

reader writes hozier-style songs

reader is the biggest fucking flirt (but by that, i mean they'll flirt with trees...not just ents, no, trees...and rocks)

reader, a seemingly innocent-looking woman, was a deathmetal vocalist in our world

reader has a thing for watching blacksmiths and metalsmiths (i used to like watching forged in fire until i realized they were a bunch of sexists)

reader has the deepest southern accent-

reader is a little insecure only to find out that everything society deems gross and unsightly in our world is hella attractive to dwarves (body hair, extra weight, etc)

reader has abandonment issues and is terrified the company or fellowship are gonna abandon them at any point

reader introduces the company/fellowship to truth or dare, reader get's dared to tell the group their biggest secret, they pull out their childhood stuffed animal from their bag and introduce the group to said stuffed animal. reader thinks the group will laugh at them. the fellowship finds it endearing. the company also finds it endearing (esp dori, bifur, and bofur).

reader goes on a tangent about frontal lobes for a solid 15 minutes straight with no stopping bc of that one hyperfixation they had a few years back.

reader with chronic pain. they never talk about it but something goes wrong, reader and (we'll say dwalin) switch bodies. the pain is so bad dwalin is keeling over and after they get switched back everyone has a little more respect for reader than before. ("what do you mean tHIS IS NORMAL EVERYDAY PAIN? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THIS FLARES UP AND GETS WORSE??? THIS ISNT EVEN THE WORST OF IT???" reader shrugs "eh u get used to it after living with it for ur entire life")

reader doesn't like wearing shoes, but has feet as strong as a hobbits so its fine

everyone's explaining what folktale they tell children in different cultures when asked where babies come from. the dwarves talk about being born of rocks, hobbits talk about being born in gardens, the human reader tells the story of the stork

idk i kinda wanna mix some of these together

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Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; With the dragon Smaug gone, you discover what remains - or, more accurately, what has been taken away.

Warnings; Thorin has the dragon-sickness and is generally an asshole. Implied non-canon character death. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human.

Listening to; 'Burn' from Hamilton - "Your sentences border on senseless... They don't get to know what I said... You forfeit all rights to my heart."

Part 12 || Part 14

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Everything was burning. Homes, buildings and lives. People.

It hurt that all you could do was watch, with the stone cold underneath you, and the wind making your tears feel like ice carving a river down your face. It was an ironic contrast, especially since your chest burned hot and ached with every breath.

You wondered why it still hurt. You felt calm, despite the distress before you, and you had rested enough from the fight with Smaug for your heart to have settled. But your chest hurt. Your lungs burnt with each breath and your throat was dry. You’d noticed before, how it seemed the closer to Erebor you got the worse it became. But you dared not bring it up, and now you couldn’t - Oin was will Kili, no one else would have answers like he would.

You were feeling so close to being sick - like properly throwing-up sick - because of what was happening both to the burning Laketown and Thorin. Oh, your dearest Thorin.

What was becoming of the Dwarf you once loved? You could only hope that he would get better now that the dragon had fled. Somehow you knew that hope was founded on shaky grounds.

You stared ahead, watching the distant walls of flames flicker like candles along a mantle place. You saw smoke rise into the dark night sky, glowing orange with embers. The dragon’s silhouette constantly swooped up and down, high then low.

With each pass Smaug made on the town you thought of your friends, Fili, Kili, Oin, and Bofur, and even Bard and his family. You hoped this would not be the pass to kill your friends, and at the end of each you waited - as if you would have felt it, but it never came. Only for the apprehension and hope to return once more with another path Smaug made.

You would’ve prayed they would make it out safely, if only you knew who to pray to.

The minutes felt like hours, and the hours seemed to drag on forever. As the stars passed overhead, and the very first signs of day drew near, a new kind of movement went across the town.

With a startled gasp, a pain in your chest sparked and you stumbled to your feet.

Beside you, Bilbo, who had yet to turn away unlike most of your other companions, likewise saw the shift - even if he didn’t feel it, or notice it in you.

“You saw that?” he asked, turning between you and the town. “The dragon, it fell.”

“The dragon died.” you said, fingers tight over the leather and furs over your heart.

“The black arrow. The Lords of Dale have finished what was started many years ago.” Then the burning, the aches, it all stopped. A peace which you thought would never return did - and it was like you were blessed with a whole new body.

“The dragon is gone!” Golin said, stepping forward on quite nimble feet to take a proper look at the scene before him.

“But the damage is done.” Dwalin lingered just behind you, scowling at the flames that still burnt.

“And now it’s dead word will spread. Those with good intent and bad will be swarming to the mountain.” you added. “I do not think a dragon is the worst thing we will see before we can finally call Erebor home again.”

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Caught Red-Handed - Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader

Title: Caught Red-Handed

Dwalin X Female (Hobbit) Reader

Additional Characters: Balin and Bilbo

WC: 835

Warnings: Nervousness, awkwardness, some confusion, first meeting, slight angst, Dwalin eats everything, taunting, and overall fluff

It was night, and you and your cousin Bilbo were getting ready to eat supper. He had made a delicious meal, and you were starving. You were just about to dig in when there was a jingle from his door. You both paused, staring in the general direction of the door with furrowed gazes.

"Are you expecting anyone, Bilbo?" You asked as Bilbo stood, shaking his head.

"Not anyone I can recall." He spoke before leaving the room. You pursed your lips as to stare off to where he had left, before hearing Bilbo speaking to someone. You stood, confused and curious, slipping out of the kitchen to the hallway, peeking around the side of the wall to spot Bilbo with a Dwarf? What was a Dwarf doing here?

"Supper. He said that there'd be food. And lots of it." The Dwarf spoke with his gruff voice, tossing his furs into Bilbo's arms and leaving the room. 

"He- He said... Who said?" Bilbo tried to ask, but the Dwarf was already gone. 

You wandered over, crossing your arms as you looked toward your cousin, "I didn't know you had friends." You taunted lightly as Bilbo swiftly turned to look at you, with slightly narrowed eyes. 

"You know I have friends, Y/N." Bilbo spoke defiantly, "Now, if you'll excuse me." He spoke, passing the furs to you before rushing to the kitchen.

You huffed, adjusting the heavy furs in your arms before tossing them on top of the old trunk in the corner. Curious about the man you heard was called Dwalin, you followed your cousin, peering out behind the wall once more to watch Bilbo watch Dwalin eat. You yourself stared at the Dwarf, curious and yet also slightly annoyed that he was eating your poor cousin's food, and yours.

Bilbo watched as Dwalin ate his supper before the Dwarf asked for more. Bilbo grabbed a piece of bread before handing the rest of the biscuits to Dwalin, who immediately stuffed his face with the bready treat. 

"It's... Just that, uh... I wasn't expecting company."

Before either of them could say anything more, the doorbell jingled again, and Bilbo's eyes widened slightly.

"That'll be the door," Dwalin spoke ominously, as Bilbo sighed and walked over.

Before he could answer the door though, you had already done so, revealing yet another Dwarf. Bilbo saddled up beside you as you greeted the Dwarf with a smile.

"Balin." He then bowed, his arms stretched, "At your service."

You giggled lightly, "My name is Y/N. At yours. And this is Bilbo." You spoke before sharply nudging Bilbo in the side.

"Good evening."

Balin nodded, looking up at the sky, "Yes, yes it is." Before he enters with a slight frown. "Though I think it might rain later. Am I late?"

Bilbo tilted his head slightly, "Late for what?"

Before Balin turned his head and let out an 'Oh!' You turned alongside Bilbo, watching Dwalin had his hand in the cookie jar. Finally, your eye met his, he stared at you briefly before he greeted Balin; his hand was still stuck in the jar. After their... To you, an odd but cute greeting, Balin continued to speak to Bilbo, as you walked over to Dwalin, who tried to get his hand out of the cookie jar. Jiggling his large hand, the jar was completely stuck around his hand. As you neared him, he glanced up at you, before trying to pull his hand out more aggressively. You tutted, placing a hand on Dwalin's arm, stopping him before placing your hands on the jar, tilting it slightly before sharply pulling down; the jar popping off of his hand instantly. 

Dwalin looked at you intensely, as you glanced up at him with a smile before taking out a cookie from the jar and handing it to him. "Here," You stated simply, holding the cookie, offering it to Dwalin, "These are my favorite." You grinned brightly.

The Dwarf stared at you incredulously, as you held your hand out, palm up expectantly. His gaze shifted to your hand before looking back at you, before finally taking the cookie; his large fingers brushing your palm delicately. You felt yourself blush as Dwalin bit into the small sweet treat, as you looked away, a small smile on your face.

"Thank you, lass," He spoke, causing you to look at him once more, "Your mate makes good cookies."

You covered your mouth as you laughed, shaking your head as Dwalin titled his head slightly, "Bilbo's not my mate, he's my cousin."

Dwalin narrowed his eyes as he tried to slow his racing heart, "Oh."

"My name is Y/N, by the way."

Dwalin muttered his name back, after he ate the last bite of his snack, he gave you an awkward nod and bid you farewell, making his way out of the living room and into the pantry. Your grin remained as you watched him leave, instantly intrigued by the Dwarf; your own curiosity sparked.

[lotrandthehobbitwritings]

Amethyst

Pairing: Kíli x (fem!) Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: sexual tension, mentions of wounds and needles

Words: 5190

(not proof read!!)

‘’Well then, that’s decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others’’

‘’Inform the who? What? No, no, no! We do not want any adventures here, thank you! Not today! I suggest you try somewhere over the hill or across the water! Good morning!’’

You heard the door slammed shut as your father stormed back inside the house.

‘’Father, who was that old man?’’ you asked in confusion seeing your father frustrated.

‘’No one you should worry about (y/n)’’ he answered after clearing his throat and leaning on the door.

But then came this noise that made both you and your father frown, wondering what it could be. It sounded like, scrapping..? That was odd. Nonetheless, you and your father went on as if nothing happened. Well, your father acted as if nothing happened, you on the other hand had many more questions about the conversation you heard between your father and that oddly dressed old man, but you knew better than to ask your father for more information.

As the afternoon arrived, you both went out to run some errands. You needed to buy a few ingredients for dinner and so you followed your father as he made his way to the market. Specifically heading towards the stall of a fisherhobbit. After paying for the goods, your father thanked him and placed the fishes in the basket you were holding. As you two walked back home, you came across an elderly of the Shire. Your father talked with him, and you listened.

‘’She looks very much like her mother, stunning just like she was’’

‘’Yes..’’ your father said with a small smile. ‘’She is’’

The conversation ended there, and you made your way back home. Your father seemed sad, he was silently walking whilst kicking small rocks with his feet. You couldn’t help but feel sad at this sight. Your mother died when you were very young. Your father never really talked about it, and you never really asked questions until you became older. With time, you were able to have more information on what happened to your late mother. She lost her life when her and your father explored outside of the Shire and accidentally drowned in a river. This day left your father obviously heart broken, but he gathered all his strength and put it into raising you. Everyone loved your mother. She was kind-hearted, joyful, and selfless. Despite her being a human, she was easily welcomed into the community of The Shire. So, when the news of her death made its way to all Hobbits in town, all mourned her. And all gathered to provide your father with goods to make it easier on him.

That evening as you two ate, the doorbell rang, leaving the both of you confused. Your father got up and walked towards the door and opened it. You couldn’t see much from the dining room, but it looked like a small man at the step of your door. Despite him being small, he in no way looked like a Hobbit. He in fact was a bit taller.

‘’Dwalin, at your service’’ you heard the man say while bowing to your father.

Dwalin? What a strange name you thought. Your father introduced himself using the same sentencing as the man just did, but with more confusion in his voice.

‘’Sorry, do we know each other?’’ your father asked as the man stepped inside the house uninvited.

‘’No’’ he simply replied while looking around as if he was searching for something.

‘’Which way laddie? Is it down here?’’ he continued.

‘’Is what down where?’’ your father asked in utter confusion.

‘’Supper!’’ the man said while tossing his coat at your dad. ‘’He said there’d be food and lots of it’’

‘’He said? Who said?’’

But the man didn’t answer. Instead, he sat down at your father’s chair and started eating the fish that was in front of him. You were quick to get up, uneasy to have a stranger sitting this close to you. Your father walked besides you and stood in front of you. Despite you being half Hobbit half Human, you were short. You took your looks from your mother but had your father’s size. No physical appearance of yours apart of your height could give away that your father is a Hobbit.

You watched as the man ate most of the food that was in his sight. Your father barely got to save two buns so that you two could eat. And as if this stranger wasn’t enough, the doorbell rang again. This time, the man was a bit shorter, but looked much older. He had a long white beard that matched his hair.

‘’Oh! Evening brother!’’ the old man said.

Brother, how could these two be related? You questioned yourself seeing that one was muscular, and that the other was well, rounder. The two banged their head against another and that’s when you realized they were Dwarves. You never seen one with your bare eyes. The only Dwarf you ever seen was a drawing from one of your father’s many books. But they didn’t look like the two standing in your pantry. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a third ring of the doorbell.

‘’Fíli’’

‘’And Kíli’’

‘’At your service’’ you heard the two younger Dwarves say in unison as they, much like the others, bowed.

‘’You must be mister Boggins!’’ the dark-haired one said, which made you chuckle silently.

Your father tried to keep them out, and that’s when the other asked if the event has been cancelled.

‘’Cancelled? Nothing’s been cancelled!’’

‘’That’s a relief!’’ Kíli said while stepping inside.

These two seemed less proper than the two before. They walked around and wiped their boots on furniture, much to your father’s displeasure. The youngest Dwarf turned a corner of the house and his eyes met with yours.

‘’Good evening’’ he said with a smile.

‘’Good evening’’ you answered, smiling as well.

The Dwarf turned around and joined the others.

Less than an hour later, your house was filled with Dwarves. 13 of them to be exact. And the oddly dressed old man from this morning was there too. You learned that his name was Gandalf and that he was a wizard. The company, as they called themselves, talked about their quest to regain their homeland. A kingdom called Erebor that rested under a mountain. You listened closely as you were interested in the story. Much like your father, you always had an interest in tales and stories. The Dwarves and Gandalf then talked about few more things the quest involved, and that’s when one of the Dwarves spoke up.

‘’That’s why we need a burglar’’

‘’A good one too. An expert I’d imagine’’ your father replied.

‘’And are you?’’ another Dwarf asked.

‘’Am I what?’’

‘’He said he’s an expert!’’ the first Dwarf expressed with much excitement in his voice.

Your father was quick to deny that statement. After all, the Dwarf needed the aid of an ear trumpet, so he clearly didn’t properly hear what your father said. The oldest Dwarf agreed with your father, saying he hardly was burglar material. But the wizard became irritated and argued his case that your father would be an excellent burglar, noting that Hobbits are light on their feet and that they can go unnoticed easily. The leader of the company, his name was Thorin, agreed to go with Gandalf’s wishes and asked for the members of his troupe to take out the contract so that your father could sign it. As he began to read, your father’s eyes grew big. It wasn’t long before he started feeling faint and you could see it. After a few minutes, all thanks to Bofur, your father passed out. You were quick to kneel by his side to make sure he was alright. When he regained consciousness, you helped him sit in his armchair, where he talked with Gandalf. You listened to them as Gandalf told the tale of your great-great-great-great-great uncle Bullroarer Took during the Battle of Green Fields. And almost as your father was now convinced, he asked the Wizard one simple question.

‘’Can you promise that I will come back?’’

‘’No. But if you do, you will not be the same’’

‘’That’s what I thought’’ your father said with a small sigh. ‘’I’m sorry Gandalf, but I can’t sign this. You’ve got the wrong Hobbit’’

And so, the evening came to an end. You were, in all honesty, disappointed. You wanted to know more, and the only way to be able to do so was to join them in their quest. But you stayed silent as coming against his word wasn’t the right thing to do in the moment.

The next morning you got up and walked downstairs, seeing your father staring at the contract that was lying there on the coffee table. The house was silent, meaning that the Dwarves were gone.

‘’Father?’’

He turned his head to look at you and gave a little smile.

‘’What will you do?’’ you asked.

‘’What will I do?’’ he said with a slight chuckle, almost as if he thought your question was unnecessary. ‘’Nothing of course, why should I go on a quest to steal from a dragon and risk my life doing so’’

‘’Because you love adventures, we both do’’

‘’Loved adventures. It’s all in the past now (y/n). Adventures and quests are something way too dangerous’’

‘’But we would have a chance to explore the world! See it for ourselves after reading about it in books for so many years!’’

‘’We?’’ your father asked. ‘’There is no we. If I were to go, I would not risk the life of my daughter for a group of Dwarves’’

‘’Father..’’ you said while taking his hands. ‘’I’m not a little girl anymore, I can defend myself when needed’’

‘’Against chickens (y/n), the only thing that could threaten us here. The world is far more dangerous than three chickens running after you because you stole their eggs’’

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.

‘’I know that father, but they have weapons. They can teach us, teach me how to use one. And if luck is on our side, I would not need to use a weapon ever’’

You smiled a bit sadly and held his hands more tightly.

‘’Mother would have been so excited to be able to go on such journey, don’t you think?’’

‘’She would’ve yes..’’ you father answered sadly.

‘’Then why not honour her by helping them? She wouldn’t want us to stay in here when a chance to explore the world is offered to us’’

Your father looked at you, clicked his tongue, and sighed.

‘’You are convincing.. Way too convincing in fact. Your mother would be proud’’

You smiled and took a quill in your hand.

‘’Let’s go and explore the world then’’ you said with a smile still on your lips.

And that is how you and your father joined the company of Thorin Oakenshield.

So far, the adventure has been easy. You encountered trolls but escaped easily. You then came across goblins, which was a scary part but thankfully you had Kíli and Fíli to reassure you. You grew very close to the brothers as time went on. You pretty much were the same age as Kíli, just a little bit younger, but you two got along as if you knew each other all your lives. Now getting along with the youngest brother meant you got along with the oldest, but he seemed scary at first. He looked way more serious and sterner than his younger brother, but you quickly learned it wasn’t the case. They both goofed around a lot, and both were reckless. They both brought you in their ideas, which was fun to you. Now of course their uncle and your father weren’t fond of you three always wandering off. Their uncle didn’t like it because he wanted both his nephews to be more serious and show they can be responsible, and your father didn’t like it because he was worried that you’d get hurt as you didn’t know what could be out there. The night was slowly falling, and everyone were setting up the camp.

‘’Bifur, take the night watch’’ you heard Thorin say.

The Dwarf nodded and sat by a fallen tree log, resting his back on it. The rest of the company worked on various tasks that would be necessary for the night. Bombur was prepping the food to cook, Dwalin was making a fire as it was colder tonight. The rest were making the place as comfortable as they could.

‘’(y/n), follow me’’ Kíli said low enough so no one else would hear.

You turned around and saw him heading towards the small forest that was behind the camp. You quickly looked at the others to see if anyone was watching you, and when the coast was clear, you walked in the same direction as Kíli. But there was no sign of him, which made you frown.

‘’Kíli?’’

No answer. You looked around in every direction possible to see if you could find him, but it was no use. The forest was getting too dark for you to see him. You then heard a branch breaking behind you and you turned around quickly putting your hand on the hilt of your sword, ready to take it out. That’s when you felt a hand on your shoulder. In a split second you took out your sword and pointed it at the person behind you, making them back against a tree. As you squinted, you recognized the silhouette.

‘’Kíli are you mad? I could’ve hurt you, or worse killed you!’’

‘’You could never kill me’’ your friend said with a smirk on his face.

‘’Are you saying this because I’m a woman? Or because I’m smaller than you?’’ you said with a small scoff while putting away your sword.

‘’None, I’m just too good at fighting that’s why’’ he said on a joking tone.

You chuckled at his words.

‘’Don’t give yourself too many credits, if I must remind you, I was trained by you and your brother, so my skills are pretty sharp’’

Kíli laughed and agreed.

‘’Come, I want to show you something I found earlier’’ he said.

You frown curiously and followed him as he led you deeper into the forest. After a few minutes of walking, you saw a small pond and steam coming out of it.

‘’A hot spring’’ you said with a smile.

Kíli nodded.

‘’I figured you’d want to dip in it since you said you miss taking hot baths’’

You looked at him, a bit shy.

‘’Well yes, but it wouldn’t be safe’’

‘’And why not?’’

‘’Because we are far from the company, and we could get attacked’’ you said.

‘’I thought you said you fighting skills were sharp’’ Kíli answered, yet again smirking.

That smirk had some effect on you, but you couldn’t let it show. Or else he would tease you endlessly.

‘’Well, yes’’ you said, baffling out your words.

Kíli chuckled and started removing his tunic.

‘’What are doing?’’ you asked, thankful that it was dark as your cheeks were getting red.

‘’Going to take a hot bath’’ the prince answered as he set his tunic down on the grass.

You watched as his hands made their way to the laces of his trousers. You tried your best to not show how shy you were, but it was no use. The Dwarf prince could see your flustered look through the darkness, to which he answered with a small chuckle. He quickly removed his boots and trousers before getting in the hot spring. You stayed in your place, not moving an inch.

‘’Well? Are you not going to join me?’’

No words could leave your mouth.

‘’The water is pretty hot and relaxing by the same mean’’ he added as he rested his back against the stones of the pond.

Kíli chuckled again and smiled.

‘’Fine I’ll close my eyes, even though missing such a view will be a shame’’

You nodded in agreement and waited until he closed his eyes to undress. You quickly removed your coat and your tunic before removing your boots and trousers, leaving you naked in the cold air of the night. You were quick to join him in the hot spring before you would freeze, sighing silently as the hot water touches every inch of your body as you lower yourself more and more in the pond.

‘’Comfortable right?’’ Kíli said as he opened his eyes.

‘’Very’’ you answered, making sure that your breasts were hidden by the water.

Kíli smiled and looked at you. You could feel his burning eyes on you, they would not let you out of their sight. You couldn’t help but look at his hairy chest, his long dark hair falling from his shoulders, the tip being wet as it touched the water. You could make out the muscles of his chest and it brought a burning sensation inside of you. Your mind kept telling you to stop staring, that he would notice and that it would be embarrassing as he’d take the opportunity to tease you, but your eyes couldn’t listen. They were stuck to his chest, almost as if they were being hypnotized. And the prince noticed, and he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. He knew the effect he had on you at this very moment, and he would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t like it. He loved it in fact. Because since he stepped inside your house back in the Shire, he has been obsessed with you. He could only imagine how you look under your dress. That day, your hair was gently tucked back behind your ear, exposing your neck to him and he ever since has been thinking of kissing it. Now your neck was exposed again, much to his liking. And he had to hold back to not pull you closer to him and give in to his fantasies.

The air became hotter, you didn’t know if it was from the hot spring or from the prince in front of you. It became harder to breathe, your chest was raising faster than it normally was. You needed to calm down, and quickly.

‘’The moon is pretty, isn’t it’’ you managed to get out somehow, stuttering the last bit of your sentence, hoping he didn’t notice.

The prince’s eyes looked away from you to stare up at the sky. The moon was full and shining brightly in the dark sky full of stars. There were barely any clouds to hide the beautiful view above.

‘’Yes, it is. Nights like these are some of the prettiest things in this world’’

You agreed with a small hum. While Kíli was looking up, you took the opportunity to sit more comfortably. What you didn’t know though, was that your new position would allow the prince to get a better view of your breasts. And he noticed as soon as he looked back at you. He felt his member harden at the sight but tried his best to keep his composure.

The distant voices of your companions could be heard as they called out that supper was ready.

‘’We should probably go back, before they start looking for us’’ you said, yet again stuttering.

‘’Yes, we shall’’ Kíli agreed, a stutter leaving his lips as well.

You both got out, trying your best not to look at each other, and dressed up as quickly as you could. The warmth of your coat helped keep your body temperature at a warmer temperature, which you were thankful for. You both walked back to camp and enjoyed a nice warm meal.

Weeks went by, the battle for Erebor was just over and thankfully everyone of your company were alright. Hurt, but alive. You and Oín were tending to the wounded, and you just finished bandaging your father’s cuts.

‘’You’ve impressed me a lot during this journey (y/n)’’ your father said while putting his hand on your cheek.

‘’You keep showing me how much your mother would be proud to have a daughter like you’’ he added.

You smiled and put a hand on his.

‘’She would be proud of you too father, for going out and exploring the world. Helping the Dwarves getting their home back’’

Your father smiled and kissed your forehead.

‘’Go tend to the others, I’ll be fine’’

You nodded and watched as he walked towards Thorin. You gathered your material and headed towards Dwalin, but saw that Oín got to him first. You then felt a pair of eyes on you. And you knew too well who it was. You smiled to yourself and turned around, now facing Kíli. You walked to him and kneeled in front of him as he was sitting down. He had a big cut on his right cheek, which was still bleeding down his chin.

‘’What do you think nurse?’’ Kíli asked, making you smile.

The tension between you two was still very present, even more since the dip in the hot spring. His eyes never left you whenever you two were near each other, and it very much was the case right now. His eyes were wandering up and down, taking in every detail of your shape. Your waist was beautifully shaped because of the belt around it, making the dress tighter and looking like an hourglass. Kíli could only wish he could see your hips, but the skirt of your dress hid them. The thing he loved most, was your bust. He loved how plump your breasts looked with how tight the dress was. Even though he couldn’t see much of the actual breasts themselves, he could very well see the shape of them. And it only made his fantasies stronger.

‘’You might need a few stitches’’ you answered as you got closer to him to have a better look.

His eyes directly went to your chest, as it was now too close for him not to look at it. You grabbed a clean cloth and gently wiped his cheek, making him wince in the process. You apologized and gently dabbed the wound to get a better look. Now that the blood was mostly all gone, you had a better understanding of how deep the cut was, and it thankfully wasn’t that bad.

‘’It’s not as deep as I thought, but you’ll still need a few stitches’’ you said while grabbing a needle and some thread.

Kíli watched you as you passed the thread through the eye of the needle.

‘It will sting’’ you warned as you gently held his cheek.

‘’It’s fine, it’s not like I never had stitches before’’ he said with a chuckle.

You smiled and asked if you could start, to which he nodded. You guided the needle through his wounded cheek and watched as he frowned, holding his knee tightly. You apologized and continued with your actions, stitching his cut in no time.

‘’All done’’ you said as you gently dabbed the cloth on his wound again.

‘’Thank you’’ the prince said while gently touching the stitches you just gave him.

‘’Don’t touch it, your hands aren’t clean, and I don’t want you to get an infection’’

Kíli nodded and put his hand away.

‘’Is your duty as nurse over?’’ he then asked.

You looked around and saw that Oín took care of the last person in need of treatment.

‘’Yes, all done’’ you answered while wiping your hands with another cloth than the one you just used.

‘’Then would you come with me to explore the kingdom?’’

You got a bit shy at his request. It wouldn’t be the first time you spend alone time with him, but it would be the first time since the hot spring. Nonetheless, you agreed happily. Kíli smiled while getting up, took your hand and led you down a staircase. The young prince had the chance to explore Erebor before he and the others joined the battle, so he knew exactly where he wanted to take you. You on the other hand were clueless, part of it because you never went any further than the entrance and the throne room, but also because you couldn’t tell what he wanted you to see. After getting down another flight of stairs, you made it to a smaller room where many jewels were. The sight was of course breathtaking, you have never seen any jewels, let alone so many.

‘’Unbelievable that these treasures were untouched. Smaug could’ve easily taken them with him, although he cared more for the gold than for anything else’’ Kíli said while walking to a table.

You followed him, almost scared to touch anything as you felt like it wasn’t yours to hold.

‘’Don’t be scared’’ the prince said almost as if he read your mind. ‘’You can touch the gems’’

You nodded and walked closer to the table he was standing in front of. There laid many small purple gems.

‘’Amethyst, right?’’ you asked as you reached for a bigger one that laid in the middle of the others.

Kíli nodded and smiled.

‘’You like them?’’

You answered with a nod and glanced more closely at the gem in your hand.

‘’It’s beautiful. I saw so many drawings of it in my father’s books.. I never thought I’d lay eyes on one, let alone hold one’’

‘’The color suits you’’ he said as he got closer to you. ‘’It’s the same color as the dress you were wearing when we first met’’

‘’I always loved the color purple’’ you said smiling. ‘’It’s the color of so many beautiful things.. Lilac, lavender, purple emperors, and lilac-breaster rollers’’

Kíli smiled as you listed everything.

‘’Beautiful things indeed’’ he said, grabbing your hand in which the gem was. ‘’But I know of something far prettier than all those you said’’

‘’And that is?’’

‘’You’’

You felt your cheeks change colors, a hot sensation taking over them. Kíli chuckled at your shy expression.

‘’You’re cute when flustered’’ he said, which only made you shier.

You couldn’t get a single word out, your mouth was glued shut and so was Kíli’s hand around yours you just noticed. His other hand then made its way to your red cheek, which made you look at him.

‘’(y/n)’’ he said, his tone more serious. ‘’I have to be honest and tell you the reason I brought you here, and I hope that you won’t hate me for it’’

Your eyebrows frowned in confusion, and in a slight fright too as you feared what he would say.

‘’Ever since the day I first laid eyes on you, I couldn’t take you off my mind. Everyday I thought about you, thought of how kind and how beautiful you are. I love every moment I spent with you, you make my heart warmer. And during the battle, all I could think of was that I needed to survive to see you again. You were my strength, and those wounds I got, I got them for you amrâlimê’’

You could not get what you were hearing. Not that you didn’t understand it, you understood all of what he said, all except from that last word. You didn’t know a single word in khuzdul. You watched as he reached a hand in his pocket and took out a small metal bead, which had an amethyst hanging from it. You recognized immediately what it was, having seen many in the Dwarves hair. It was a braiding bead. You didn’t know why he was offering you one, but you couldn’t take your eyes off it as you thought it was so beautifully made.

‘’In our culture, hair braiding is obviously very common, but there is one specific braiding that means more than others to us.. Courtship braiding is a tradition in which a braid is done and is clasped using one of these’’ he said, now holding the bead in his fingers.

‘’And so.. I wanted to know..’’

You looked at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

‘’I wanted to know if you would want to be mine, and only mine’’ he said.

You couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening? After weeks of you dreaming of that moment, it finally was coming to reality.

‘’Kíli..’’ you watched the bead in his hand. ‘’Are you sure about this?’’

‘’More than anything. I love you amrâlimê, more than I ever loved or will love anyone’’

‘’But.. I’m not of your kin.. Would it even be allowed?’’ you said while looking at him with tears in your eyes. ‘’You’re a son of Durin, aren’t you expected to marry within your kin?’’

‘’My uncle and my mother cannot control my heart (y/n), and besides, I’m not the heir’’ he said, gently rubbing your cheek with his free one, a soft smile drawing on his lips.

You were still scared. What if Thorin gets angry at him for not respecting the tradition of the line of Durin.

‘’Amrâlimê, trust me’’

‘’I do trust you, I’m just worried’’ you said silently.

‘’And I promise you don’t have to be’’

You nodded, putting your hand on his left cheek.

‘’Then yes Kíli, I will be yours’’

Kíli smiled widely and gently brought you closer before kissing your soft lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds, as none of you wanted to let go of each other. After both waiting for so long, you didn’t want it to stop.

‘’You are beautiful amrâlimê’’

You still had no idea what it means, but it sounded so well as it rolled off his tongue. You were drawn to the sound of that word.

‘’Amrâlimê’’ you repeated. ‘’What does it mean?’’

‘’My love’’ Kíli answered, smiling.

You smiled too and kissed him again.

‘’May I?’’ he asked, gently grabbing a lock of your hair in his fingers.

You nodded and turned around for him to braid your hair. He did a simple braid on the left side of your head. His touch was gentle, it was almost relaxing. You smiled as you felt him clasp the end of your braid with the bead. After he finished, he turned you around and looked at you.

‘’So beautiful’’ he said while rubbing your cheek.

‘’Should I make you one too?’’ you asked.

‘’Of course, amrâlimê’’

He took out another bead, exactly like yours and gave it to you. You did the same as him, braiding his left side while making sure to be as gentle as he was. Kíli loved your touch, it was sweet and showed how caring you were.

‘’All done’’ you said while closing the bead at the end of the braid.

The prince, who was now yours, turned around and kissed you again. The kiss was more passionate and showed how much love he had for you.

‘’I love you’’ he said against your lips.

‘’And I you, amrâlimê’’

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Summer Stories 2023

If someone wants to add some spice...here is a list for yet another event for July :D Feel free to add a prompt from that list lol

Week 1

Fireflies - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Seaside - Círdan and an ugly ship for @fishing4stars

Beat the heat - Daemags for @searchingforserendipity25

Postcards - Victorian AU Balin for my husband

Evenings - Curuwendil for @cilil

Week 2

Ice-cold drinks - Dwalin x Nori for @lordoftherazzles

Summer festival - Gil-Galad x Elrond x Glorfindel for @maglor-my-beloved

Campfire - Gothmog x Eönwë for @cilil 🔥

Picnics - Beleg/Mablung for @lycheesodas 🔥

Shade - The Fëanturi for @cilil

Week 3

Grassy hillsides - Maedhros x Fem!Reader for anon

Summer storms- Bagginshield for @maalezzo

Roadtrip - meta-story for my husband

Cocktails - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Suntan/Freckles - Halenthir for @elentarial

Week 4

Poolside: the Ultimate Pool Party Eleganza Extravaganza

Stargazing - Elrond x Erestor for @maglor-my-beloved

Dandelions - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

Fireworks - Fëanor x reader for @wandererindreams

Frozen treats - Gothmog x OC for my husband

[somedaylazysomeday]

Dexterity - Part Three

Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Rating: Explicit, NC-17, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,600

Warnings: Warnings for self-doubt, intense conversations, a heavy makeout session, fingering, unprotected piv sex.

Previous | Masterlist

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When you were safely inside your shared quarters, Thorin carefully asked, “Would you like something to eat?”

“Absolutely,” you confirmed, though your stomach was tight with nerves. “I'll change out of these robes.”

You were still wearing your royal finery, thick robes that protected against Erebor’s perpetual chill without being too confining, but they were still too formal for an intimate dinner, no matter how comfortable you were wearing them. 

It didn’t take long for you to dress in more casual clothing and return to the dining area of your quarters. When you got there, you found that Thorin had placed his chair in its typical place beside yours instead of keeping the customary arrangement that would leave you on opposite ends of the long table. You both wanted the closeness, and that made you feel better.

Thorin was standing uncomfortably beside your chair, and he held it in place as you sat. When he took his own seat, you both loaded your plates in silence. That silence stretched until your plates were noticeably emptier.

“Are you upset with me?” Thorin asked gravely. 

“No, of course not!” you assured him. “Are you upset with me?”

“On the contrary,” he told you, a hint of a smile playing around his mouth. “I have not seen Dwalin so discomfited in almost two hundred years. I should thank you for keeping him on guard.”

You laughed at that, and felt the tension in the room lower another few degrees. 

“If you are not upset, why did you run from me?” Thorin’s voice was soft but sincere as he asked the question. 

You sighed, scrubbing at your forehead. “I wasn’t running from you, Thorin. I was just… momentarily overwhelmed.”

“By Thranduil?” His face darkened. “He must be here for the trade negotiations to proceed, but he will leave the moment they have concluded. If necessary, I can complete the remainder of them myself. You need never be in his presence again.”

Judging from the conciliatory tone of his voice and the way his fingers caressed the back of your hand, Thorin believed all your problems were solved. You flipped your hand over beneath his, lacing your fingers together. With a fortifying breath, you said, “Thorin, you were talking about children earlier with Thranduil.”

Thorin froze. Carefully, he said, “Yes, I mentioned them. I believe we have discussed that we would like to start a family someday.”

You nodded, the motion jerking and uncomfortable. “Is there a timeline I’m not aware of?”

He shook his head, the gentle waves of his still-drying hair brushing the fabric of his tunic. “None at all. Why do you ask?”

“I-” you started, then paused, settling back in your chair as you tried to find the right words. “Being queen is more difficult than I had imagined. I constantly worry that I am forgetting something important, or missing a tradition I hadn’t considered.”

“You have done well,” Thorin objected, watching you with a proud half-smile on his lips. “I could not have hoped for a better queen to rule by my side.”

“I appreciate that,” you told him honestly, “but I think you forget that I am an outsider in your culture. I am human, no matter how I’ve come to appreciate dwarves... Well, one dwarf in particular.”

Your joke made Thorin’s smile reappear, but his eyes were solemn and earnest as he told you, “I know you are a stranger to some of our ways, but do you truly believe that I would not tell you if you were making a misstep? Besides, I happen to believe that your ignorance of our traditions allots you a valuable perspective. The freedom to question the things we take for granted is one I hope you never lose, and something I hope you will pass along to our children someday.”

When he phrased it that way, all you could do was nod and attempt to swallow the lump in your throat. “So… So you are not bothered that we have been married nearly a full year and have no children?”

“Not in the slightest,” he said firmly. You relaxed, but your tension returned quickly when he fixed you with a stern look. “I am bothered that you believed you would disappoint me if you brought this matter to my attention. My love, you can speak to me about anything and everything. I want you to do so.”

“I know, Thorin,” you agreed. “However, this situation seemed like it could be painful to discuss. The last thing I want to do is cause you hurt.”

“You are my wife,” Thorin emphasized. “Painful conversations hold a place of equal importance with joyful ones or those that bring sadness. In marrying you, I agreed that I would take part in everything you experience. I want to discuss things that make us happy or sad or hurt. Especially when they are topics which concern our shared life.”

“I understand, Thorin, and I’m sorry.” Making eye contact with your husband was difficult then. You were feeling particularly humbled by the reminder of how deeply he loved you. He was a fine husband, loving and patient. Those very traits were why you had fallen for him at first, and why you agreed to something so serious as marriage. “Thank you.”

“Do not thank me,” he refused instantly, wearing a deep frown. “It is wholly unnecessary.”

“I disagree,” you countered, rising from your chair and stepping over to his instead. It was only when you perched in his lap that the concern on Thorin’s face smoothed into an expression of interest. “Though perhaps I could find more… tactile ways of showing my appreciation.”

Thorin let out a noise that sounded remarkably like a growl, steadying you with the firm hold of his hands around your waist. That little growl turned to a groan as you drew him in for a kiss.

He would never grow accustomed to your softness. 

Dwarves and humans were - simply put - built differently, in both form and temperament. Dwarves were strong beyond what their compact physiques would indicate. Their bodies were covered with a layer of fat to protect the muscles necessary to hold that strength, then topped with a generous dusting of hair besides. 

There were infinite variations among the bodies of dwarves, but there was no disagreement that they were not the same as humans.

Humans seemed gangly to dwarves, most of them too tall for comfort. Their long, thin limbs could only hold so much strength. The layer of fat was not present in all of them, and their hair was much more sparse on their bodies. There was more variation among humans, but many lacked the engineering brilliance and cleverness of nimble fingers found in dwarves. In short, humans were generally seen as people who were unfortunate in that they were so close in form to dwarves without quite managing to achieve dwarfdom. 

(Humans were, of course, seen as vastly superior to the elves, who were - for various reasons - seen as irredeemably different.)

As a young dwarf, Thorin never would have considered the possibility of binding himself eternally to a human. Cultural differences were one concern, especially after he had been forced to live among humans for as long as he had. Admittedly, though, the physical differences between the species were something he would have thought impossible to overlook. 

Yet, as his hands traveled over your body, he could find no flaw in you. Your skin was the perfect texture under the roughness of his fingertips, your limbs the perfect length. The plushness of a cushioning layer beneath your skin was utterly bewitching and you were strong enough to hold him close, which was the only strength Thorin cared about at the moment. 

And as for the cleverness of your fingers… If they were any more skilled, Thorin feared he would allow Erebor to fall to ruin before he could be convinced to leave your bedchambers. 

Your lips were parted against his, brushing rhythmically as the wet fire of your tongue explored his mouth. 

As the king of Erebor, there were few moments in which Thorin was not rushing about, trying to bring order to a people who were attempting to rebuild one of their oldest societies. This was one such moment. He was at peace. If this could stretch out into infinity, Thorin would be a happy king. 

Unfortunately, the pleasurable activities were drawing needs to the surface. Soon, Thorin found himself uncomfortably hard, the sensitive length of him pressed against the heat of your thigh. The strength it was taking not to rut against you was growing so great that it threatened to outweigh the drunkenness brought on by your kiss.

With a reluctant groan, Thorin broke away from your lips. You blinked at him, hair mussed and mouth shining. That alone almost made Thorin toss his scruples into the fireplace and continue as you had been. But that would be unfair to you, and he was determined to remind you that he was a trustworthy partner. 

“I am sorry,” he said, stifling a wince at how gruff his voice sounded. “We must stop if we do not wish to end up in an uncomfortable position.”

You gave a mischievous smile, wiggling your hips in a way that nearly succeeded in making him gasp. “It feels as though one of us is already in an uncomfortable position. Do you not wish to continue this? Or perhaps move to a more convenient location?”

“I-” It was not often Thorin was robbed of words, but this was one such event. “I believed, given the topic of our conversation this evening, that you would not wish to lay together.”

You paused. “I do not wish to try for children tonight, but that doesn’t mean we cannot be together. We have managed exactly that for the past year with no consequences.”

“I would not want you to feel as though I am attempting to trick you into bed-” Thorin started, though he was interrupted by a loud laugh from you. 

“Historically, I have been the more likely one to trick the other into bed,” you pointed out, smiling once more. “If you are not interested, though, I will not insist. The offer still- oh!”

This time, Thorin interrupted you, scooping you into his arms and taking purposeful strides toward your bedchamber. You squealed with laughter - a sound he hoped to tease from you for a different reason shortly - and chided him, insisting that you were too heavy to be carried. Thorin shook his head and smiled. You were forever underestimating the strength of dwarves. 

When he deposited you, it was gently and slowly enough to show off that his strength allowed him to do so. Thorin was bare in only moments - a direct benefit of wearing comfortable clothing. You had half-removed your own comfortable clothing by that point, but Thorin stripped everything else before you could finish the task. He was feeling suddenly impatient. 

You were giggling at his eagerness when he kissed you once more, then gave a low moan as he buried his hand between your thighs. 

This was another sensation Thorin would never grow weary of. You were soft under his fingertips here as well, but also impossibly slick and hot. After a year of marriage - and some secret time before that - of sharing your bed, Thorin could play you to a fervor with ease. 

His fingers pressed deep into your channel, plunging the honey from your depths as well as stretching your tightness to better accommodate him later. At the same time, his thumb drew circles around the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You had assured him that the stretch of his fingers in you was pleasant, but could also be a bit uncomfortable. He had made a point of easing that discomfort every time since. 

When he could hear the sounds of his own fingers in your wetness - the sweetest music to ever grace his ears - Thorin began to speed up his motions. He mimicked the thrusts and pulls he would deliver later, tightening the circles he made around your clit until you made a noise that sounded almost like a plea with every stroke.

Lost as he was in the rush of bringing you to the edge, Thorin stopped instantly when your hand fell to his wrist. He opened his eyes, breaking your shared kiss. 

“Thorin, please,” you said, a wrinkle between your brows. “I need you.”

“And you shall have me,” he decreed, flexing his fingers inside of you and delighting in the way you trembled at the simple motion. “I want to bring you pleasure first.”

“I would rather move on to something that brings us both pleasure.”

Thorin had opened his mouth to protest that this was bringing him pleasure. That was the only reason your simple touch against his throbbing length caused him to release a noise filled with such desperation. 

You pulled his hand from you with a wet noise and a sensitive shudder, navigating him to lay on the bed in his typical place. The furs of your shared blankets teased silky coolness over his back and buttocks, though they were nothing compared to the thrill of your skin brushing his as you straddled his thighs. 

When your eyes shifted from his face to the hardness of his cock straining between you, Thorin knew what you were thinking. You shifted as if to move downward, confirming his suspicions, but he did not allow you to move. With his hands wrapped around your upper arms, he shook his head. “You wanted something that would bring both of us pleasure, yes?”

You pouted. “This does bring me pleasure.”

The way you repeated his earlier thought almost exactly made Thorin bite back a laugh. Instead, he arched a brow at you. “You are close to dripping on my leg, my treasure. I believe we have run short of time for exploration.”

“Fine,” you agreed with a sigh. 

When he felt you move upward once more, Thorin released you, but he was not prepared for the swiftness of your movements. In the instant after his hands fell to his sides, you had risen to your knees, angled his cock into the correct position, and sank down onto the hard length.

Thorin’s head fell back as he gasped, hips reflexively curling upward to push deeper into you. It felt like his cock was engulfed in hot silk, made even more tantalizing by the way you were so wet for him. That single stroke had pushed him so far into your depths that you were nearly sitting astride him already. 

The single remaining thought in Thorin’s mind was a musing on whether this felt as overwhelming to you as it did to him. Part of him did not believe it was possible, but another part dearly hoped that it did. How could he live knowing that you brought him such pleasure, but he could not do the same in return?

Of course, this was a single, fleeting thought, drowning in a pool of demands for him to move.

You were still balanced on your knees, planted on either side of Thorin’s hips, but you were hunched forward slightly. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you breathed through parted lips. Your fingers - splayed in their position braced on his chest - were trembling.  Thorin found himself concerned.

“My love?” he gritted out, voice painfully rough. “Are you well?”

“Yes, I- certainly am,” you said between breaths. “I shall never become accustomed to how you feel this way. It is as though you are planted so deep I will feel you always.”

Thorin’s cock twitched - no mean feat, locked as it was inside of your tightness. It was the sense of pride he felt at that, the joy of thinking he would be with you always since you were so deeply implanted in him in return. 

You must have felt Thorin’s response, for you smiled at him. “I agree.”

With that, you lifted yourself up from him only to sink back down just before the tip of him left your folds. Thorin wanted to keep his gaze downward, entranced by the sight of himself plunging into and withdrawing from you, but the sight could not compare to that of your face.

You were watching him as you moved, your eyes dancing with passion and pleasure, all lit by the glow of love. It was a bewitching sight, and Thorin felt himself already growing close to his end. 

“Why are you frowning so fiercely, my love?” you asked.

Thorin was taken aback slightly. Was he frowning? This was close to being another perfect moment. The only problem was… “You are too far away.”

You laughed as he pulled you down until your chest was pressed against his. That laughter tightened you even further around him and Thorin fought the instinct that was urging him to thrust inside of you. Instead, your legs locked behind his back as he rolled you, pausing only when he was on top. 

How he found the strength to leave the overwhelming heat of you, he would never know. It must have been some instinct that told him you would feel all the more incredible after being parted for the second it took to withdraw and thrust into you once more. 

He would not last much longer, Thorin knew. And since he refused to take his pleasure without you, he needed to push you toward your orgasm. 

Thorin bent his head downward until he could reach your chest, aided by the way your back arched with his thrusts. The rasp of his beard over the sensitive skin beneath your breasts made you shiver, and your nipple was stiff when he took it into his mouth, giving the small nubbin a hard suck.

You were rather sensitive here and normally liked to work up to intense play, but Thorin had noted that you tended to become distracted in the middle of sex, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensation being pushed upon you. When he was trying to hurry you toward your end, unexpected roughness could be the only thing that broke through the fogginess of pleasure.

A sharp noise escaped your lips when he sucked again, caught somewhere between a gasp and a cry. There was a moment of tension… then you seized around him.

If Thorin had thought your channel was tight around him earlier, it was nothing compared to this. Your body clamped down around him, inner muscles rippling as if you were trying to milk him of his seed.

And he was only too glad to oblige.

Thorin pulled himself from you with a curse, spilling over your stomach in a series of pulses that felt like they drew everything from his toes up. The pleasure was vivid, nearly robbing him of sight in the process - though with the image of you writhing with pleasure already burned into his mind, he did not mind it so much. 

When he finally returned to his senses, Thorin retrieved one of several soft cloths and cleaned his seed from you. He kept a store of such cloths in the bedside table for exactly that purpose. 

You embraced him eagerly when he collapsed ungracefully to the bed once more, curling around him so that he was awash in your heat and the intoxicating scent of your skin. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, trailing his fingers lazily up and down the smooth curve of your upper arm.

“That was… delicious,” you purred. 

If he had been anything less than fully emptied, the sound of that tone in your voice would have sent Thorin straight back to hardness. Instead, he only gave a small, self-satisfied smile. “If we are not to begin a family yet, we must be careful not to fall out of practice.”

You stilled beneath his hand. “And you’re certain you accept that? The waiting?”

The worry in your voice made Thorin’s contentment dip. He lifted his head to look at you, finding that the worry was equally evident on your face. “My treasure, I love you.”

You frowned, your brow crinkling with the expression. “That isn’t an answer, Thorin.”

“It is,” he countered even as you closed your eyes, still frowning. “I love you, not the idea of a future family. I would like to have children someday, but if that does not happen - for any reason - I would be equally as content with the family I already have. Fili is well prepared to be king and Kili has adapted to the role of a prince. I want for nothing, my love.”

When you opened your eyes, Thorin was alarmed to see that they sparkled with tears. “What is-?”

For the second time that evening, you interrupted him… this time, with a kiss. When you pulled away, you were smiling, your brow smoothed and your eyes gleaming with the lightness of worry abated. “I love you, too, Thorin. More than you will ever know.”

Thorin gave a disbelieving grumble. “Rather how I feel about you. In fact, you might be hard-pressed to convince me to share you with anyone else for at least another year.”

You laughed again, and this time, he joined you.

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Author's Note - These two are so soft! As far as I can remember, this is the first time I've written a spicy scene from a male POV. If there are glaring inaccuracies or you just want to give me some feedback, I would appreciate it!

I don't offer a taglist for explicit fics, but you can find other works (Fanfic February 2023 or others) on my masterlist.

[l-itraklies]

Little Elf Pt. 2 Thorin

Pairing: Thorin x Fem!reader, Fili,Kili x Platonic reader

Words- 1014 (I think)

Warnings- none

@tschrist1

Little Elf

Narrators POV.

Y/n quietly crept out of her room, holding her bag with an extra cloak and boots for the winter. She had stuffed as many weapons as possible in her robe and boots. She had a decorated dagger in a sheath tied to her hip. Meanwhile, the company waits outside the walls waiting for her. The company laughed and joked all except Thorin, who stood by the gate… waiting. 

“Uncle!” Kili announced, jogging over to him, “Come join us”

“It’s fine, I will stay and wait” he replied

“What is it, uncle?” Fili said joining the two

“It’s nothing, Fili.”

(Back to Y/N)

She snuck into the stables, to one specific stall in the back. There stood her pony, Álváró, jet black the only thing she could see was the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. “Sshh-sh, it’s okay boy, it’s me.” she hummed while holding her hands up against his snout. She didn’t bother to grab the saddle or reins, she hopped on his bare back, with what little belongings she had, and rode through the palace gates where she met back up with the company.

“There she is!” Kili burst upon seeing her

 Fili ran up to her picking her up by her waist and lifting her to his shoulder. She yelped in response, causing a soft snort from Thorin. After the party had paid their debts to each other from the bets they made, they all saddled up and made their way into the Forrest in search of a suitable place for camp far enough away from Lindon. Most of the company spent the time joyously singing of adventures, joking, and laughing, it gave Y/N quite the headache. So to get away she traveled to the front of the party where Thorin rode with a solemn face.

“Something wrong, Thorin?” she said just loud enough for him to hear.

Thorin seemed to ignore her, giving her a quick glance before staring back at the thin path they followed.

“Before he died, my father spoke very fondly of you and the sons of Durin. Your glorious victories in battle, and the beauty of Erebor.” She spoke, but slowly a lump grew in her throat

“He’s right, the beauty of Erebor is unmatched,” he replied, not moving his gaze from the path

Y/n took the opportunity to study his appearance. His long dark wavy hair framed his face, and his neatly groomed beard. And, his eyes were fierce like the sharpest elven blade ever forged. There was dirt smudged into his skin and small, almost unnoticeable, scars covered his face.

“Y/n!” Fili yelled from behind her, “Come here, I wish to tell you something!”

She let out a heavy sigh, slowing down back to the rest of the party.

“What is it like?” Kili questioned

“What is what like?”

“Lindon, and the elves, ruling, and fighting?” Fili answered, it seemed like the entire company awaited her answer

“Strict” she admitted, “the king demands everything, I can hardly hunt, or fight because I am met to be ‘royalty’”

Fili and Kili seemed offended, Kili pretended to be shot in the heart cradling his chest and sticking his tongue out. Y/n let out a small laugh at his antics, covering her smile with her hand.

Thorin’s POV.

I didn’t understand the point in her accompanying us until Balin told me who her father was. One of my grandfather's and father’s advisors and my father's closest friend, now I understood. 

“She acts like her father,” Balin said, almost starling me, “But she looks exactly like her mother”

“What is it, Balin?”

“Nothing, sire”

“They all love her, don’t they?” Balin continued, staring back at her 

“Seems they do”

Narrators POV.

When they finally reached a place to camp, Thorin gave each of them a job, Balin and Oin would make sure they had all their things; Dori, Nori, Ori, and Gloin would round up the ponies; Fili, Kili, and Dwalin would be the first to keep watch; and Bifur, Bofur, and Bomber would make food (if you can even call it that). But, all that left Y/n.

“You can come with me,” Thorin said

“What are we doing?” she replied

“Sharpening”

“Alright”

She would question it, so they walked over to Balin and Oin and asked the two for all the weapons. They handed them over, and to Y/n it seemed almost extensive, but then.

“FILI!” Thorin burst

Fili ran over in a heartbeat, wearing a huge smile

“Yes?”

Thorin looked at the pile of weapons and then looked Fili up and down. Fili reached into his coat and began pulling out daggers. Leaving Y/n amazed and concerned. When he was done and gone, the two sat down and began sharpening. After a while, Fili, Kili, and Dwalin got back and Nori, Dori, and Ori left to watch. By that time, the pile had hardly gotten smaller. After some hours of the company singing, talking, and laughing (and Y/n sitting in complete silence). It was her and Thorin’s turn to watch.

“Fili, Kili you keep sharpening these and be done by the time we get back,” Thorin demanded

“Yes, uncle.” They said before sitting down.

Thorin and Y/n walked into the Forrest just out of sight of the camp, Thorin pointed to a tree signaling her to climb into it to keep watch. She nodded slinging her bow onto her back before climbing up. When she reached the top of the tree, she could see far into the forest and hear the company from the camp, they were singing familiar tunes to the ones her father would sing to her. It was comforting, but when the song finished she blocked out the chatter of the company and sat in her silence.

After almost an hour, she could hear something in the distance she listened closely to make sure it wasn’t the company, but no, the sound of rustling trees came from the opposite direction. pretty soon she could see the movement of the trees.