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guardianofrivendell · 2 years ago

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One Morning in Laketown...

Fíli x OC Tullaina

Requested: no - requests are closed atm, this was written by me, for me

Warnings: awkwardness, pining, what is that ending though, this is not smutty 18+ but there is some morning excitement going on with Fíli fyi - also, I don’t know what pacing is so yes this feels rushed and unfinished (no pun intended)

Summary: Tullaina is cold, and Kíli thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to help his brother out. At least, that was the plan.

Tullaina fic timeline: between Slippery When Wet and When in Mirkwood - during the Quest

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I’m alive! After almost 7 months of not being able to finish anything, I managed to get this out of my system. Did anyone ask for this? Of course not (no one’s waiting for OC content) and even I don’t know where it came from, but the idea kept bouncing around in my head so I had to write it down.

This was supposed to be a little haha fic about Fíli’s morning wood poking Tullaina but then somehow I dragged fluff, inner turmoil and a dash of angst into this to even things out I guess. Bon apétit!

Also yes, we can all acknowledge that I’m still bad with titles.

Laketown was grey, wet and cold. Even though the bowman had warned them it wasn’t a comfortable place to be, Tullaina had expected something a little more… dry.

The smell of rotted wood and mold hung heavy in the air as they settled in his living room, irritating her nose and throat and keeping her from taking deep breaths. But Bard’s house was a safe haven, at least for now, a chance to catch their breaths, fill their bellies and dry their clothes, so she shouldn’t really complain .

A warm and hearty dinner made the Company’s good spirits return, and with the mountain now within their reach and their strengths returned through food and rest, the room was filled with excited chatter and laughter.

Tullaina sat with her back against the wall, knees pulled up to her chest and a knitted blanket thrown around her shoulders, watching their merrymaking with tired eyes.

Sigrid had suggested she’d sleep in her room, thinking she could use a little privacy away from her male companions, but Tullaina had politely declined. After what happened in Mirkwood, there was no way Thorin, Fíli, Kíli or any other member of the Company would let her out of their sight, not even for one second. And she felt the exact same way.

As the night progressed, one by one the Dwarves laid down to rest on the hard wooden floor, using the provided blankets and throws and whatever they could find to sleep on. Tullaina quickly followed their example, absolutely exhausted after their escape from the Mirkwood dungeons and travelling to Laketown, with Fíli and Kíli joining her not long after.

But sleep didn’t came as easily as she would have wanted. Despite the room being packed with Dwarves and a Hobbit and a still smouldering fire in the fireplace, she couldn’t seem to get warm. The humid air and the cold had crept into her tired bones, her toes were numb and every inch of skin was prickled with goosebumps. She couldn’t stop shivering, no matter what position she tried to sleep in.

After what seemed like hours of endless tossing and turning, Tullaina rolled onto her side, double-downed and clenched her eyes shut, wishing for warmth and sleep to come at last.

“Everything alright?” Fíli whispered, having noticed her shivering form. He was careful to keep his voice down, not wanting to wake up any of the others. But judging by their loud snoring, it would take a lot more than a hushed conversation to wake them up.

Tullaina pulled the knitted blanket a little tighter around her, and nodded. “Jus’ c-cold, is all.”

Fíli reached out and covered the hand that clutched her blanket, easily enveloping it in his own. “Mahal, you’re freezing!”

On her other side, Kíli turned around so he could face them. “You want my blanket?”

“N-no Kíli, I swear I’m f-f-fine. You need your own b-blanket.”

“Tulls, you’re clearly not fine, I can feel you shaking. Are your clothes dry enough?” Fíli asked, patting down the blanket to see if it turned damp. “Seems okay to me.”

“I told you I’m f-f-fine, Dwarves are warmblooded, I’ll warm up eventually,” she tried to reassure them. If only her teeth would stop chattering so she could actually try to get some sleep…

“That’s it!” Kíli yelled, immediately shushed by his brother, “don’t give me that look Fee, no one heard me. But Tulls is right, we are warmblooded. That’s what she needs, body warmth!”

“So what do you suggest?”

“Isn’t that obvious? See, that’s why I’m the smarter one out of the two of us. Fee, you need to share your blanket! Let her sleep against you so you can share your body warmth, she’ll be fine in no time and then we can all have a good night’s sleep.”

Fíli froze, immediately catching on to what his brother was trying to do and he opened his mouth a few times to say something, too stunned to speak.

Tullaina tried to ignore the stab in her stomach when she realised Fíli was mortified by the idea of sleeping under the same blanket. She didn’t understand, there had been lots of times during the Quest and back home where they’d cuddled close to each other, and for Durin’s sake, when they escaped Mirkwood that morning he couldn’t let go of her, his arm firmly wrapped around her waist for hours after, so why would he be so against the idea now?

“It’s fine, I-I can share with Kíli, I don’t mind,” she quickly suggested, trying to break the awkward tension.

“But I do!” Kíli protested quickly, “no offence Tulls, but I know you’re a heavy dreamer, I’m not looking to be kicked in the shins. Or worse.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Fíli stuttered after he found his voice again, “I’m sorry Tullaina, of course I’ll sleep with you-”

Both Tullaina and Kíli watched the colour drain from his face as his brain caught up with his mouth. They stared at him with wide eyes while Fíli prayed that the inside of Bard’s house was dark enough so no one could see how flushed he was. “I mean- I don’t… That’s not… I- I’ll shut up now.”

He moved closer towards Tullaina, close enough so he could throw part of his blanket over her but still keeping enough distance between their bodies so his mother would be proud of him.

“Is this okay?” he asked with a hushed voice, “I can move if you want.”

“Fíli, it’s fine, don’t worry,” Tullaina hummed, instantly relaxed by the extra warmth and comfort radiating from him, and she could feel her eyelids getting heavier by the second.

“Now that everyone’s settled and comfortable, can we finally go to sleep?” Kíli’s voice sounded from behind them, and Fíli muttered a good night in return. He noticed Tullaina remained silent, her breathing already evened out. The shivers had stopped, but Fíli still pulled his part of the blanket off of him and covered her with it, keeping none for himself.

It was still early when Tullaina woke up, feeling well-rested and warm. She could hear soft snoring right next to her, and as she slowly opened her eyes, she was greeted with Fíli’s sleeping figure. Their noses almost touched, they were that close to each other and she could feel his breath brush her lips with every sigh.

Even though the room was still shrouded in the night’s darkness she could see the outlines of his face perfectly. His long nose, his moustache braids she knew he was so proud of, the lines around his mouth and eyes - the ones she could read like a map, every little skin crease depicting a different emotion, a different meaning behind them - now smoothed underneath the promise of a safe night. Her fingers twitched, eager to stroke the stray hairs out of his face, his usually well-kept braids untangled, a reminder of their flight from Mirkwood, making him look more like Kíli than he would have wanted.

She shouldn’t.

They were about to reclaim Erebor, their long lost home and it would change everything. But it was their home, not hers.

They were actual royalty for Mahal’s sake, and the closer they came to ending their quest, the more she realised that she was going to lose them. She didn’t belong in their world, or at their side. She, an orphaned daughter of an Ered Luin seamstress and a miner, had no place beside the throne. When everything was over and settled down, she would make the journey back. Alone.

After all, princes didn’t make friends with commoners and they certainly didn’t court or marry them. They would forget her soon enough.

Tullaina sighed and turned on her other side, wanting to put as much distance between them as she could. She shouldn’t think about her goodbyes just yet, they had a dragon to slay first.

Before she was able to inch further away, Fíli grunted and draped a large arm over her middle, pulled her closer and pressed his broad frame against her back. She froze at the sudden proximity and tried to fight her initial reaction of melting into him and folding her arms over his. What would the others think if they woke up and found them like this? Spooning?

But those concerns were quickly pushed to the back of her mind when she noticed something else, something very prominent and very much awake.

She knew what it was, she wasn’t a little pebble anymore, but knowing about it and feeling it pressed against your butt were two totally different things.

Fíli would probably die of embarrassment if he knew and Tullaina was sure she would be right behind him at this point. She tried to carefully squirm her way out of his arms, without waking him up, but his hold on her was too tight. In any other situation she would’ve been flattered, excited even, knowing that he didn’t want to let her go, but now she wished she had accepted Sigrid’s offer.

All her wiggling and squirming to get away only made it worse and Fíli more excited. There was no other option but to wait for him to wake up, hoping none of the others would do so first.

And for once, luck was on her side because a few minutes later, Fíli started to stir. Tullaina patted his arm softly and whispered his name, trying to get him to let go before he realised what kind of predicament he had put them in.

Fíli heard the slight panic and worry in her voice and wrongfully assumed there was danger looming. In an instant he went into full protective mode and pulled her closer against him, tightening his hold on her, shielding her body with his own. He groaned and bucked his hips involuntarily as Tullaina’s body made contact with his hardness, and that’s when he realised to his horror what was going on.

He immediately let her go, his body jolting back as if she’d burned him. By doing so, he bumped into a sleeping Kíli, who was up in a second, startled by the sudden action of his brother. The yelps of both princes alerted Thorin, who was usually a light sleeper, whose movement woke Bilbo and in just a few seconds, the whole Company was awake.

Fíli scrambled to his feet, muttering apologies as fast as he could, not knowing where to look. Tullaina was just as mortified as him, and trying to escape the questioning looks of everyone she quickly excused herself, mumbling something about helping Sigrid with breakfast, even though none of the Bardlings were awake yet.

Kíli and the others watched her dash out of the living room, but no one dared to comment. Thorin eyed his nephews carefully, but decided to let it slide for now. If it was important, they would come to talk to him eventually.

Fíli was still panting and beet red when Kíli came up next to him.

“That went well, didn’t it?” he commented, as they watched everyone getting ready for breakfast, the previous scene already forgotten.

If looks could kill, the youngest Durin prince would’ve died on the spot, twice. Fíli muttered something about needing some air and stomped out of the house into the cold morning air.

Kíli sighed heavily and pouted his lips, looking at the pile of blankets on the ground.

“Another good plan gone to waste.”

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elvish-sky · 4 years ago

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Thank you all so much for 800 followers!! I’m really honored and delighted by the fact that you all enjoy this blog, I love every single one of you!

I was debating whether or not to celebrate this, because I don’t have a lot of time. So instead of doing a sleepover, I’m doing a list of fanfiction recommendations! Some are from Tumblr, some are from AO3, but they’re all linked below so please go check them out! These are in no particular order, just arranged by fandom.

Send me more recommendations to add to this list! i’ll also probably be adding things as i go “holy crap i forgot that awesome fic what on earth am i doing” and panic.

The Hobbit

The Odd Ones Out- Kíli & OC (platonic) by @guardianofrivendell that’s sweet, funny, and angsty and just so good! (in this house we love Tullaina, people)

The Inevitable Love Story Between Two Oblivious Idiots- a Bilbo x Thorin by @/Bgtea of AO3 that’s just one of my favorite things ever! It features a meddling Dís and two well meaning nephews!

No Idea Why- a Kíli x Reader by @immawriteyouthings that is just perfect and precious!

One Weary Human- Company & Reader by @soyeahitsmiddleearth that’s just perfection in fic form!

To Love A Beast- ongoing Thorin x Reader by @thewhiteladyofrohan which is just so good and she draws on lots of different elements for the story!

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident- Fíli x Reader by @entishramblings that’s just hilarious and perfect and I love it so much!

Silver Lining- Kíli x Reader by @anjhope1 that’s just great and the Fíli and Kíli banter is perfection itself!

I Promise- Thorin x OC by @anjhope1 that’s just ouch but i love it and Amari so much

The Sounds of Home- Kíli x Reader by @elles-writing which is just so cute and fluffy!!

Drunk as a Skunk- Thorin & Fíli & Kíli by @xxbyimm that is so funny!!

Hard to Please- a company fic by @fizzyxcustard that’s just hilarious and cute and i love it!

Letters from Amad- Fíli x Reader by @claraofthepen that i just have no words to describe how fabulous it is!!!!!!

Almond Cinnamon Pie- Kíli x Reader by @guardianofrivendell that is just sweet and lovely!

Picnics and Surprises- Sigrid x Reader by @beenovel that just left me happy and delighted and just it was lovely.

Arkenrocks- a platonic fic about the Company by @/Cimila on AO3 that left me crying laughing!

A Way Things Should Be- another Company fic by @/LullabyKnell on AO3 that also left me dying of laughter

At Your Mercy- Thranduil x Reader by @coffee-and-drabbles

The Lord of the Rings

The Essence of Arda- Legolas x Reader by @entishramblings . This was the first LotR fic I ever read and what got me into this fandom, and it’s so good!

Wrong End of the Ithilien Stick- Legolas x Reader by @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth that features meddling hobbits and is just *chefs kiss* fabulous!

Alive- Legolas x Reader by @sokkasdarling that was so cute!

Golden- Legolas x Reader by @anjhope1 that’s fluffy and lovely and, well, golden!

Two Fools in Love- Legolas x Reader by @luna-xial that’s the perfect mix of emotions.

Of Meetings and New Friends- Elladan & Elrohir & Reader by @iwenttomordor that is incredibly well done!

The Fellowship of the Hair Dye- A Fellowship story by @lothloriien based of the infamous hair dye post! this is sooooo good so far!!

Spoiled Goods- Eomer x Reader by @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse that’s dark and angsty but with a good ending.

Jackie and Wilson- Aragorn x Reader by @riderofrohirrim which is just so. good.

The Silmarillion

The Airequalmë- on Wattpad!

i hope this is an ok way to celebrate! and again, thank you all so much!

#elvish sky’s 800 celebration #lord of the rings #the hobbit #jrr tolkien #fic rec #fic recs #blog recs #blog rec

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shiinata-library · 3 years ago

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Arthur, at your service! [6/8]

PART 1 // ... // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // ...

Relationships: Thorin x You (Modern girl in Middle Earth)

Content: Fluff, angst, rated T

Summary: You come from our world and arrive just before the quest for Erebor. You will accompany the company pretending to be a boy, yell at Thorin and all of Durin’s heirs will survive.

On AO3 - Version française

Chapter 6: Journey to Dale

The festivities over, Erebor resumes its usual rhythm. Days pass then months. Still in the service of Erebor, you participate in several projects aiding or enhancing the mountain's reconstruction and often keep in touch with former members of Thorin's company. Fíli and Kíli still find time to annoy you. Princess Dís regularly invites you for tea or dinner with her, alone or with her friends. Thus, you gradually have acquaintances and even friends. Tauriel has become a friend of yours and she seems to have integrated Erebor. Especially since Thorin gets to deal with Thranduil properly.

Living under the mountain now for several months, you have your habits and your daily routine. However, one day, one of your projects asks you to go to Dale for a few days. Together with your colleagues, you organize a week-long stay in Dale with them. You are glad to go get some fresh air and see Bard and his children again. You let Dís know you are leaving in case someone asks you and you leave the next day.

The week gradually turns into two. The project is longer than you thought but you take the opportunity to visit Dale, partially rebuilt, with Sigrid and Tilda.

Departing in the morning, you and your colleagues return to Erebor at the end of the day. It was a pleasant trip, but you are happy to find your room.

You start by going to the room you are working in to drop off your things. As you enter, you see Kíli around your desk. Is he playing a joke on you again?

Kíli sighs and suddenly releases you. He rushes to get out. You don't understand what is happening to him, but it isn’t the first time he has been running around Erebor for one of his harebrained ideas. After putting down your things, you go back to your room.

- “Kíli!” you shout, making him jump. “Don't touch my stuff!”

- “(Y/N)!” he yells, rushing over to you and grabbing your shoulders like he is afraid you are an illusion. It's you? Are you doing well?!”

- “What?” you ask, grimacing. “Yes, I'm fine. It’s been a long trip, but I’ve seen worse.”

Arriving a few meters from your bedroom door, you hear noisy footsteps running towards you. Someone calls out your name and you turn around. Most of the former company is in front of you, breathless, even Thorin. You are more than surprised, especially seeing their shocked and worried looks. What happened while you were away?

You don't have time to say anything as Thorin walks up to you and hugs you. As strong, even stronger, than the hug he gave Bilbo after the eagles. You are also very happy to see him, but not to the point of hugging him. You close your arms around Thorin's back, patting on it to reassure him.

- “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” you ask, breathing hardly because of the king's hug.

- “Are you hurt?” Thorin says, stepping back without letting you go.

- “Hurt? Not at all. I-”

- “Have you been kidnapped?” Dori asks.

- “Did you get lost?” Bofur asks.

- “When did you come back?” Fíli asks.

- “W-wait a minute. Let me breathe first.”

- “She's right. She's fine, leave us now,” Thorin orders curtly, turning the dwarves around.

The fire lit and your belongings put away, you can sit down on the two chairs near the fireplace. You were about to sit down when Thorin took your hands and squeezed them. As he still can’t make up his mind to speak, you begin.

The dwarves hesitate, surprised at the angry behavior of the king, then end up leaving, letting you alone with him while he still holds both of your arms. When everyone is gone, he turns to you and his gaze changes. His anger turns to worry. You look at him with a questioning eyebrow raised.

Since he doesn't tell you anything, you open the door of your room and invite him inside. He hesitates a moment before following you. You close the door behind him and invite him to sit in a chair while you light the fire in your hearth. But he gets ahead of you and orders you to put your things down while he takes care of the fire.

Thorin slowly releases you. He sighs and runs his hand over his face. You find it hard to believe that the troubled dwarf in front of you could be Thorin. He finally looks you in the eye. Despite the darkness of the room, you see dark circles under his eyes. All this fatigue you can see on his face is your fault? If he is in this condition because you've been away for two weeks, what will it be the day you go to the Shire to see Bilbo?

- “What is going on? Why were you all in panic? Thorin, tell me what's going on before-”

- “Mahal, where have you been?” he begins in a curt but sad voice. “We've been looking for you all over Erebor! At first, we thought you had been kidnapped and then we thought you were gone …”

- “I was in Dale for a project with other colleagues. I had told Dís about the trip. Didn't she tell you?”

You slowly approach him and put your hand on one of his forearms to try to reassure him.

- “Thorin, do you really think I would be gone overnight without telling you? I thought you trusted me more than that …”

You don't have time to continue as he pulls you into his arms again. You feel your cheeks heat up as Thorin buries his head in your neck. He strokes your hair affectionately with one of his hands. His other hand is on your back so that he squeezes you closer to him.

His scent envelops you and you stay in his arms for a while, not daring to move. Your heart is pounding, but you can feel his beating even harder through his clothes.

- “I was so worried about you,” he begins, still in your neck. “No one could find you. Your personal items were no longer there. Amrâlimê [my love], I even believed you had left or returned to your world. Next time, let me know before leaving for several days!”

It is the first time since the coronation you have found yourself so close to him. All the time you spent distancing yourself from him to bury your feelings is now wasted. You just want to hug him back, confess your feelings and kiss him ...

But as you gently close your arms around him, you can feel his royal clothes with the tips of your fingers; thick, silky, and adorned with gold. This electroshock reminds you who he is and who you are. You have no time to step back as Thorin begins to speak.

You stiffen up at his words. Does he realize what he just said?! Wait a minute. You may have misheard. No, it's impossible. He must think you don't know what that means ...

Thorin continues to stroke your hair as if nothing had happened. Oh. He strokes your hair ...

"Did you hear me?” he asks, slowly pulling away from you. Putting one of his hands on your cheek, he turns your head so that you are looking at him. He waits for an answer.

You have just returned from your trip. Everything is going too fast! You don't dare look at him and dodge his gaze.

- “A-amrâlimê ...?” you articulate with difficulty.

- “T-this is khuzdul,” he stammers, realizing what he just said. “Don't worry about it. Promise me not to leave without warning me.”

- “I-I promise you …”

Your eyes eventually meet Thorin's. Your answer makes him smile. He strokes your cheek with his thumb and his face gradually relaxes. Even his dark circles seem to be softening.

You wanted to play the idiot who doesn't understand Khuzdul, but your words go faster than your thoughts.

- “Thorin, w-wait a minute. Do you really think I came to this world knowing what was going to happen without knowing what “Amrâlimê” means?”

- “So you now understand what you mean to me?”

For a moment, you get carried away by his kisses. You totally melt and your legs slowly weaken. You forget everything around you, until one of his hands comes down to your buttocks and he squeezes them so that you are glued to him.

He continues to stroke your cheek and hold his gaze as if waiting for an answer. You mustn't give in! You just have to dodge his beautiful blue eyes full of tenderness, step back, tell him you don't feel anything for him and ask him to come out of your room.

Except that you can't take your eyes off him already. So when he comes closer to you and puts his lips on yours, you don't react. Well, actually you let him do it. And when he slides his hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss, you kiss him back.

You suddenly pull yourself together. You have to stop everything before it is too late, and you both regret it. You reluctantly part from his lips. You let go of his jacket, which you held firmly in your hands without realizing it.

However, Thorin doesn’t let you go. His hand goes up to your back and the other stays on your cheek. He smiles until you speak.

You catch your breath and dare not look at him. After everything you have told him, you don't have the strength to face his eyes. His hands let go of you little by little.

- “We have to stop this,” you whisper.

- “Stop what, Amrâlimê? I couldn't stop my feelings for you. I love you and from what I just saw, it’s the same for you.”

- “Thorin...,” you start by stepping back a little. “A few months ago, you thought I was a man. How can you say that now? But it’s not the problem. Thorin, I am human. I have between forty and sixty years to live, at the most. You will be alone for many years when I am no longer there.”

- “So what? I am already old. I have fewer years in front of me than behind.”

- “You must find a dwarrowdam who will stay by your side until the end of your days,” you continue without considering his answer.

- “(Y/N), if you know Dwarves so well then you know we only love one person our entire lives. So understand that I won't love anyone other than you,” he said, moving closer to you. “Give me the chance to court you and I-”

- “N-no,” you whisper, lowering your head. “I don't believe in one love that lasts a lifetime. This idea is ridiculous! Don't waste time with me. I'm not your One, Thorin. I'm not even from this world. We can’t be together. You must find a queen who will be of the same race and level as you ...

- “ ‘Ridiculous’, ‘Wasting time’?” Thorin says, gritting his teeth. “Even if you don’t feel anything towards me, know that my feelings for you are sincere. So don't tell me it's a waste of time!”

Well done, you made him angry ... Thorin takes a few steps back and turns his back to you. You look up at him and see him heading for the door.

- “What are you still doing here in Erebor if you don't want to waste time?” he shouts. “If a dwarf like me is a waste of time, maybe you should go to Dale or Bree, where you will be surrounded by humans!”

- “D-do you chase me out of Erebor?” you articulate with difficulty, feeling your tears rising to your eyes.

- “Do what you want.”

Thorin ends with that sentence and leaves the room, slamming the door so hard you wonder how it still stands. Sound echoes throughout your room and the entire corridor.

You didn't want it to be that way. It was all way too fast!

You don't even unpack your things. If you have to leave tomorrow or the day after, you might as well leave them as they are ... You lay down in your bed and despite everything that has just happened, the fatigue of your trip catches up with you and you fall asleep.

The next day, you don't work. Perfect timing! You start by taking a long, soaking-up bath until your fingers wrinkle. You then go to your room to pick up a book. Going through the kitchens, you prepare a hot drink and then you head for the ramparts. The fresh air will do you good.

You go to the small, quiet place where you go regularly when you need to calm down, for example, to avoid strangling Fíli and Kíli. Even if Thorin and Dwalin have already found your refuge once, you would be surprised if they came looking for you today.

Reading your previously purchased book in Dale, the day goes by faster than you thought. If the nights weren't so cold, you would be fine staying here all night. However, the sun begins to set, and you hear a voice saying your name. A female voice.

Dís smiles and sits down next to you.

You can't help but smile and Dís laughs lightly. You stay a little while staring at the horizon until she speaks again.

- “I often hid here when I was younger, when I quarreled with my brothers.”

- “If they were like Fíli and Kíli, I can easily imagine …”

You look at her as surprised as she is. Why did she come if not to tell you about your departure? Dís takes a deep breath before starting to speak again.

- “Since when are you here?”

- “Um, Durin's day is coming up, so I guess I've been in Erebor for almost a year. Why this question? Oh I see. Is that in relation to what Thorin told me yesterday? Don't worry, I'll be leaving in a few days. Just give me time to-”

- “Leave?” Dís shouts louder than she thought. “Wait a minute, did my brother tell you to go?”

You don't know what to say to her. First, you now understand the state of the company upon your return. Second, how does she know about you and Thorin. You thought you were discreet …

- “My brother has been unbearable since this morning. Even Balin and Dwalin prefer to leave him alone in his office.”

- “Oh, um, it's my fault. I-”

- “No. Well, yes. Let me apologize first,” she says, taking your hands. “I didn't tell Thorin you went to Dale. I know what's going on between the two of you and I wanted to force him to realize and react. It was very hard to deal with during those two weeks that you weren't here. But that's nothing compared to today!”

- “I know my brother well,” she says as if she could read your thoughts. “It’s not that hard to understand him once you know how he works. And I can see your gaze clearly when Thorin is near you. What happened yesterday?”

Lying to her would do you no good. You squeeze her hands in yours and tell her about the dispute you had with Thorin. She doesn't cut you off and lets you talk at your own pace. Once you are done, she strokes your hands and smiles at you.

You can't speak any longer. Your throat tightens. Now you know your feelings for Thorin are mutual, but you can't be together, it's even harder than before. He may be right finally. Maybe it would be better for you and him if you leave. Bree looked nice. And Bilbo is not far away ...

- "The problem, (Y/N), is that you hurt him," she says softly.

- “I didn't want it, but I had no choice. I’m a human, from another world, and he’s a dwarf. A King! I-”

- “No, I was talking about the fact you rejected his request to court you brutally and took his feelings lightly.”

- “But I don’t have-”

- “You told him the idea of One was ridiculous when I have known my brother for years. If he loves you, trust me, he will love you until the end of his life.”

- “That's the problem. We don't have the same longevity! When I'm no longer there …”

Dís lets you think and slowly lets go of your hands. Thanks to her, you understand Thorin's anger and regret what you said to him. You didn't have to reject his declaration like that and criticize One's idea. The princess's gaze is drawn to the horizon.

- “Even though my husband is no longer by my side, I was happy to have met him,” she begins softly. “He courted me. We got married and I never regretted having my two children. Even if I had known he wouldn't stay by my side until the end of my life, I would still have married him. What I mean, (Y/N), is that even if you're only together for a short while, you should enjoy it as much as possible.”

Her words totally troubled you. You weren't ready for her to tell you about her husband. After everything she has been through, she is able to stay strong and help you.

- “It's too late now,” you sigh. “He must be mad at me. He must want me to leave as quickly as possible.”

- "Considering his reaction when you left for two weeks, I don't think he'll let you go anytime soon," she says, laughing lightly.

- “But he said-”

- “He said that because he was angry. He won't let his One go,” she says seriously. “Possessive as he is …”

- “I'm not even from this world. I am not his One,” you retort.

- “By Mahal, of course you are,” she confirms, smiling at you.

Your cheeks start to blush. You didn’t believe this One matter at all, but Dís' words make you hesitate. No, no, no, pull yourself together!

Dís gets up during your reflection and invites you to follow her to dinner. You haven't eaten anything since this morning, and your stomach growl leaves you with no choice. You even get a little dizzy when you get up.

Dís and you wanted to walk discreetly in front of the door. But being wide open, Thorin sees his sister and leaves the room suddenly.

You follow the princess through the Erebor’s corridor. You know you are going to walk near the King's office, but you don't say anything. You will walk without stopping and without looking inside.

Except once you are a few feet from the office, you and Dís jump up at the yellings coming from the King's office, about incomplete papers and lying elves. The yellings are obviously coming from Thorin and a young dwarf comes running out and leaves without further ado. Under other circumstances, you would have burst out laughing but not now…

- “Dís, perfect timing. I can’t find Fíli and-”

When he sees you behind his sister, he loses words. His anger changes to surprise. Oh, he must be wondering why you are still in Erebor!

Dís' harsh, stern tone has cooled you as much as Thorin. The dwarrowdam's face is as harsh as her voice. Your gaze goes from Dís to Thorin. You haven't seen him yet and he looks even worse than yesterday. Oh boy, you have to sleep at night! He runs his hand over his face to calm himself.

- “I-I will leave you,” you start embarrassed, lowering your head. “I will go and prepare my departure for tomorrow.”

- “Your departure for tomorrow?” he articulates, catching your wrist.

- “Yes, yesterday you asked her to leave Erebor. Do you remember or was it the anger that spoke for you?”

All of this is giving you a headache. You start to feel dizzy, but Thorin is still holding your hand. You don't have time to hold on to something that your legs let go and you end up squatting on the floor. Thorin and Dís rush towards you.

- “I-it's nothing. I just got dizzy. I'll go eat something and I'll get better.”

Thorin's face finally turns to you. He is so close to you that you can smell his scent enveloping you. You freeze for a few moments until you realize where you are and in what position!

You try to get up slowly, but Thorin is still holding your wrist. Like he doesn't want you to run away. This isn’t in this state you could!

With just a few gestures, Thorin lifts you up like you are as light as a feather and carries you like a princess. Your eyes meet and you see his formerly angry and dull face soften. Still worried but calm. He quickly turns to Dís to ask her to find someone who could bring two dinners into his office. She nods with a smile and heads for the kitchens.

- “Y-your Majesty, we're still in the corridor. Can you put me back on the ground?”

- “No,” he said firmly. “We need to talk. Are you staying with me for dinner?”

- “Do I have a choice?” you ask, grimacing.

- “No,” he answers, carrying you to his office.

He puts you on a couch, ordering you not to move. How can he be so calm with yesterday's dispute?

Once the door is closed, he comes back to you and sits across from you in an armchair and serves you a glass of water. Only a small table separates you from him. You don't dare look at him, but you hear him clear his throat.

Has the king's office become the apology room? Neither of you dare say anything more afterwards this discussion. Fatigue and hunger make you yawn. Thorin sees it and stands up.

- “Please excuse me for yesterday. The anger made me lose my temper and my words clearly exceeded my thoughts.”

- “So you don’t feel anything for me?” you dare to ask.

- “No, this part is true. My feelings for you are real and whether you think it or not, they won’t change. However, I hadn't planned to tell you about it. Not right away, if truth be told,” he said with a long sigh. “It all happened quickly and when you rejected me I… lost control. Excuse me.”

- “Um, I have to apologize too ... I talked to your sister, and she made me realize I shouldn't have talked to you like I did yesterday. I never meant to disrespect you. Even if I don't understand your feelings towards me, I shouldn't have doubted you. And it's the same with the One’s concept.”

- “No, I was the one who didn't take your culture into consideration. I should never have raised my voice like this …”

- “I still have some papers to finish before they bring us our dinner. You can sleep on this couch, and I will wake you up when the time is right.

.....

You nod, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You are glad you got to chat calmly with Thorin. You are even more so that he has not sought to resume the discussion of your feelings.

The couch is comfortable, and you fall asleep to the sound of Thorin's handwriting and the papers’ rustling.

>>> PART 7

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Boys and sticks - Chapter 55 🔨

Fandom: Hobbit (College AU)

Characters: @linasofia x Thorin, @laurfilijames x Fíli, me x Ori

Words: 1,6 k

Warnings: cursing...and Kí is back lol

Previous chapters

“Kí, what the fuck are you wearing that for?” Fíli exclaimed before breaking into a laughing fit.

“Fí, what the fuck are you not wearing a shirt for?” his brother shot back in the same horrified voice.

“Did your mommy dress you?” Fíli just ignored his brother’s comment.

“May I remind you that my mommy is also your mommy? Do you want me to send her a picture of you – shirtless – monkeying around in a very nice flat?” Kíli grinned, moving with graceful speed to pinch and twist his brother’s nipple mercilessly.

“BOYS!” Balin chided them in a hard voice, shaking his head at their shenanigans.

“Oh, hey…” Ori looked at me, his eyes wide and starry, and nodded slowly at the newcomers in utter confusion.

“Hello my dear boys,” Balin smiled gently while handing Tova a huge platter on which a moist, heavy chocolate cake sat, “mommy has baked a cake for you. This is a very nice flat indeed.”

He looked around for a second and nodded a few times.

“Thank you ever so much for inviting us, don’t believe Kí, he was as excited as a bag of fleas,” the older man then explained in a conspiratorial tone, “his mother indeed wanted him to look his best and he was eager to comply.”

“He’s as cute as a button,” Tova grinned, fond of the young man who smiled so openly at her.

“Hello ladies,” Kíli took her words as an invitation to kiss all of us on the cheek briefly which elicited low growls from the others.

“What is the matter, bro? Jealous?”

Oh, this was going to be a feast unlike any I had ever seen, I thought, as it already looked as if Fíli was ready to bite his younger brother while Lo smirked at them in amusement.

As a matter of fact, Tova was right, unlike our emotional associates, Kíli wore a light blue button-down and a pair of perfectly ironed dark trousers; his hair was neatly combed, and his face was fresh and joyous. One day, he’d make a girl very happy.

“So, what did I miss?” he asked, leaning against the counter as I took up my preparations for dinner again.

“Not much, there was an assault scare, we have haphazardly moved out, and dinner is late,” Tova gave him a brief overview.

“And why are they not wearing shirts?” Ah, straight to the core.

“Ori is having them on, but we don’t complain about it,” Lo grinned mischievously.

“Can I help with something?” Balin inquired, evidently not happy with all of them just standing around idly while we were in the kitchen slaving away.

“Not at all, just sit down, have a drink and tell us about our beloved,” Tova said, “I’m sure that cupboard is not assembled yet.”

As if pulled by a string, they all went back to the living room, Kíli trailing behind them and within a minute, hammering and yapping started up again.

“You’re doing it wrong!” – “You have to turn it around!” – “OH, you couldn’t keep your right side apart from your left if one of them was not considerably uglier than the other!” – “Well, this is not what the manual said!” – “Put down that hammer, you idiot.”

“Your beloved? You have time still to back out?” Balin laughed when we exchanged a look to see who was going over to keep them from hammering nails into one another’s skull.

“Not a chance in hell,” Lo sighed.

“Maybe we should give them a drink as well and a bowl of chips? Maybe, they’re just hangry?” Tova proposed, but she was interrupted by another peal of the doorbell.

As we all had our hands full of food, Balin offered to open, and we could absolutely see why he was a favourite with the men; he was discreet, unobtrusive, and always kind and helpful.

“Oh, hey, I…am I…Balin, ah good, it’s you…What the hell is this place?” Dwalin grumbled.

He shuffled in awkwardly, holding a tiny potted plant in his huge hands that he extended jerkily to us.

“Here, I brought…a plant,” he explained unnecessarily as Tova took it from him and put it on the windowsill.

“That is very kind of you,” she nodded while my eyes were probably bulging out of my head; it was ridiculous, but I was weirdly touched by this gruff man holding out this tiny gift like an offering.

Between Kí’s appearance and Dwalin’s gift, I felt more than ever as if I was a word away from breaking down in tears.

“Dwalin?” Thorin popped his head out of the living room in utter astonishment.

“We’re complete! Why don’t you go over and help assemble a ludicrously small cupboard? We’ll bring over drinks and snacks in a minute,” Tova smiled and ushered him through.

“They’re the sweetest, really,” Lo sighed under her breath as she wiped her hands on a towel and lifted a wooden tray I had bought in a flight of fancy with a small chuckle, “oh, Jia, I should put on a maid’s costume for this, huh?”

“You do as you please, woman,” I laughed, trying to shake the unfamiliar feeling of being surrounded by people I actually liked that seemed to compress my heart so much that all the cracks in it fused together again.

“Erm, why are we bare-chested?” Dwalin asked, already shrugging out of his shirt, as he entered the living room and looked at four men sitting around a half-assembled piece of furniture like cavemen around a fire.

“Jia thought this was a ‘sexy’ thing to buy,” Ori informed him, frowning over the contradictory manual that jumbled all the steps.

“I highly doubt that she had you lot taking off your shirts in mind,” Kíli remarked doubtfully, scratching his head, and disturbing the perfectly neat waves of his hair.

“What would you know about that? You know nothing about girls,” his brother replied snarkily.

“I don’t need to know anything about girls, Fí, I see you clear as day and the kind of woman who would appreciate that might still have to be born…preferably without eyes,” Kíli laughed and bore the small shove – he had deserved – with equanimity.

“No, but seriously, I see things have progressed nicely since the barbecue,” he then said a little more seriously.

“Ehhh, yes, I think they have,” Thorin agreed in a mumble as he had decided to hold all the nails necessary to affix the backwall of the cupboard between his lips while he stared at their progress critically.

“Is it good to have a girlfriend? I mean, is it fun?” Kíli toyed absent-mindedly with a piece of wood while he took in the relaxed faces – and bellies – of his kinsmen, an insidious hint of envy creeping up his throat.

“Be careful what you say now, my boy,” Lo strode in and – immediately – Fí scrambled up to take the tray from her.

“Oh, snacks,” Kíli hooted, factoring in that fact in his mental calculations as well; girls had always seemed like too much of a hassle to him, they wanted very different things in life and were very often not much fun.

“You tell us if you need us, right?” Fí asked, slipping his hand around Lo’s hip and pulling her into a short kiss as she was turning to retreat back into the kitchen, “We’re not doing that whole ‘women belong in the kitchen’-thing.”

Lo chuckled with a weighty look into Ori’s direction: “Jia has it under control, even though she looks like she might need a cuddle.”

“Come sit down with me for a second then,” Fíli invited, rubbing his hands over her shoulders coaxingly.

“Let’s get the mattress from the guest room so you don’t have to sit on the floor,” Lo grinned, winking at him; she had just gotten a text saying that the TV and the console would be delivered shortly, and she was looking forward to seeing their eyes.

“Dwalin, give me a hand, you stay here and marvel at our prowess,” Fí grinned and disappeared with his cousin.

Lo did not know what there was to admire, but she smiled at the thing that started to vaguely resemble a small cupboard indeed.

“I don’t expect anyone needs my help,” Thorin muttered with a crooked smile.

When the doorbell rang, Lo smiled: “You could go open the door?”

“Let’s go over and see their faces,” Tova nudged me in the ribs, and I followed her into the living room.

Following my instinct, I crouched down behind Ori and pressed a small kiss onto the nape of his neck.

“That is the wrong side of his head,” Kíli grinned.

“Thank you, Kí, I know where his face is,” I laughed, catching Ori’s hand before the poor youngster could be shoved or playfully punched yet again, “but it was not available at this moment, and this is also nice.”

“Hmmm, it sure is, how are you doing, love?” craning his neck, Ori presented me with that face we had just been talking about and reaped the kiss Kí seemed to be looking for so much.

“Aw…so, you’re a real couple now?” Oh, how could I have forgotten that he’d go straight for the jugular?

What was I to say? We had never talked about it…

“Don’t be so naïve, Kí, things are not always that easy,” Ori replied soberly, but in my heart of hearts, I disagreed; things could have been this easy if only I was a little more confident like Tova or a little less frightened like Lo.

“You haven’t made up your mind?” Kí asked me then, softer, more careful, and I struggled to find the words because what he insinuated was not exactly where the problem really lay.

“Boys,” Thorin came in, followed by a man with a contraption onto which a huge TV was strapped, “grab your lady and kiss her feet!”

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