#Kili Durin x reader

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; Harder, Better, Faster...

Summary - Comparing three dwarves to your exes...

Warnings - Smut, language, male genitalia, mention of bodily fluids, creampie, rough sex, lowkey breeding kink (maybe?), slight dom themes (Thorin and Fili)

Pronouns & POVs - None, third-person.

Pairings - Thorin x Reader, Fili x Reader, Kili x Reader

Word Count - 2,500+

A/N - I am once again stumped on the full smut I am writing and was listening to music when "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" by Daft Punk came on which for some reason sparked this idea. (I have had this sitting in my drafts for far too long.) Pure smut under the cut!

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- thorin

Harder. When it came to your past lovers, there always seemed to be something lacking when it came to more intimate activities. It was not that your past lovers were awful, but they never seemed to get you to the finish line, so you began handing out fake trophies.

It was hard to explain your desires. It was not that your previous lovers treated you poorly in or out of the bedroom; they treated you as if you were a fragile flower in and out of the bedroom, and that was the issue.

It was not an issue outside the bedroom: you loved being doted upon, having your every wish and command acted upon without question. Yet, when it came to inside the sheets -- you preferred it hard. It was simple, the easiest thing to grasp in your mind, but your previous lovers seemed to absorb the information as well as glass absorbs water; it doesn't.

It appeared hopeless until you had met Thorin.

The journey to the Misty Mountains had been treacherous. One that had left all members littered with new bumps and bruises, as well as new scars that littered their bodies alongside bruised, potentially even fractured, bones.

Throughout the journey, the company of dwarves experienced several hard struggles. Ones that took them many hours, if not days, to resolve; their nights often spent pondering as they gazed upon the stars. Yet, the stars held no answers regarding the hardest hassle they had dealt with: convincing you to accept aid.

It was not if you were neglecting yourself; you accepted food and medical aid when needed, yet you refused items the company of dwarves attempted to gift you -- such as new clothes and boots. You had been perfectly fine repairing your clothes when you had a moment. After all, the cloak you journeyed with had covered any tears within your outfit, so it was not as if the world could see the flesh the cloth once shielded.

You reminded yourself that you had to travel light: extra luggage meant extra weight, which meant extra aches and pains from lugging around said weight all day. Yet, there had been the odd occasion upon your travels where an item had caught your eye.

You had managed to stay strong until you passed it. The most beautiful pair of boots you had yet to see, in a color you adored and a style you knew was comfortable for travel: they looked perfect. You could not help but approach the stall, making small talk with the woman who ran it as you examined the boots from afar; they even appeared to be your size!

It appeared to be too good to be true, and that it was. You had been a few coins short of purchasing them, and attempting to barter the boots down to what you had was out of the question -- you needed the coins to pay for your next meal.

"How much?" The dwarven king asked from beside you, his sharp sapphire gaze glued upon the same boots. The suddenness of his deep voice startled you as you were quick to look at him, as he stood there with his arms crossed at his chest, leaning back slightly, a stance he often did while in thought.

"How much for the boots?" The dwarf repeated the question in a low and serious tone as his gaze rose from the boots to the seller. The seller calmly restated the price for the item in question, earning an amused "That's all?" from the dwarven king as he handed over the payment without hesitation.

Yet, the boots did not remain in the dwarven king's hands for long, as they quickly fell into your grasp as he thrust them into your arms.

"Hurry up." The command left his thin lips in a low tone as the heat of his gaze examined your body from head to toe. "We need to find a tailor; you're practically in rags." The words became distant, accompanied by the tap of his boots against the creaking wooden dock. A creaking almost as hard as when the frame of your bed shakes as he pleasures you.

The sharp thump of the bedframe bouncing against the wall danced throughout the air, accompanied by the melody of your moans as the dwarven king continued to drive his hips into yours. Each inch of his hardness pounded into you, the squelching click of skin slapping against one another growing as loud in the air as the bedframe against the wall.

His hands would tightly grasp upon your legs, your legs spread upon his shoulders, new boots upon your feet as they bounced slightly against his back with every hard thrust of the king's hips. His gaze upon you would be lustful as a smirk spread upon his thin lips.

"That's it." He'd breathe, his breath caressing your face as he leaned down, pushing you further into the bed and pushing further into you, allowing every inch of his cock to have a chance inside of you before sliding out. "Give me every inch of you. Show me why I spoil you." He'd purr, lips hovering a breath above yours as his eyes remained locked onto yours. 

His harsh gaze would urge you further into submission, to give into the hardness of his thrusts and the hardness of his cock.

A hardness that left you utterly entranced: how it stretched your inner walls perfectly, carving itself deep into your center as the rhythmic pulsations of his lust lulled you closer to the brink of release. 

The dwarven king was far harder in many ways compared to your past lovers, yet it was a hardness you craved. 

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- fili

Better. The terms of your love life had always been lackluster. The lovers of your past rarely managed to wow you, and upon the rare occasion that they managed to, it always appeared to come with terms and conditions.

It never felt as if you were the priority, yet you sat idly by for many years as you patiently awaited with the hope that a lover would make you feel special, wanted, and better than any had before. And, as if an answer to your nights of blandness, Fili came into your life.

And he was better.

The moment you had met, the golden-haired prince had whisked you off your feet. It was not through his title, nor was it through lavish gifts or promises that would be broken, no. He listened.

You had been enthusiastically speaking of a weapon you had found upon your travels, going into depths about the elaborate carvings upon it and what origins you had suspected it to be. You had been raving about this weapon for many paths now, excitedly showing whoever would listen.

"And, best of all, I haven't needed to--" The words had stalled in your mouth as you noticed how the dwarven company rolled their eyes at your rambling. A heat began to spread beneath the flesh of your face as your lips shut suddenly, and the warmth of embarrassment began to spread from the center of your chest as your gaze fell.

"Haven't needed to what?" A familiar voice had spoken, one deep and full of warmth. "I am listening. And I would like to see this magnificent weapon." The golden-haired prince spoke, a smile upon his thin lips as your gaze lifted from the ground and onto him.

The warmth within your chest had quickly eased from the uncomfortable sensation it felt moments prior, as the speed at which your heart raced now turned to various fluttering as your gemstone-colored eyes locked with his ocean-colored pair.

You had felt the harshness of his calloused palm upon the back of your hand, gently rotating your hand to fit into his before he applied a soft pressure upon it, a reassuring squeeze as the smile upon his thin lips softened.

"Go on." A phrase the golden-haired prince had used for various events. The most frequent was not in comfort, though it always made you feel better when he spoke it while he was deep inside you.

The thickness of his manhood would stretch out your inner walls, expanding them to mold perfectly around his throbbing cock, feeling the pulsation of his heartbeat, his arousal, within one of the most sensitive parts of him.

His thrusts would be deep and slow, allowing you to feel every inch of his throbbing length as his eyes scanned your face. It was as if you were a novel, and he was reading you, jotting down mental notes of what made you gasp in pleasure and what made you hiss in pain.

The bed would creak rhythmically, the headboard hitting against the wall, creating a beat that danced alongside the melody of your moans.

"That's it." His tone would be full of praise as he stroked your cheek; the sensation of his calloused thumb brushing against the flesh of your cheek would send a wave of pleasure down your body. "Let me hear how good it feels." The heat of his breath caresses your face as he leans closer to you, causing his thrusts to deepen as he does so: ensuring his cock reaches the most sensitive and pleasurable spots within your core.

That was what you adored about Fili; it wasn't only his pleasure he did this for, but your pleasure as well.

Your lips would entwine with his, your moans muffled against his thin lips as he continued the same pleasurable pace. The faint taste of ale lingered upon his lips, becoming more apparent as you parted your lips, giving his tongue access to yours.

Tongues entwined in a sloppy dance, breaths becoming uneven and deepened until you both parted. Lungs expanded vastly as the pair of you gasped for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips as your gazes met.

"I love every sound you make, every noise that escapes your beautiful lips." Fili would breathe, his lips curved into a lopsided grin as his hips continued to jut against yours, ensuring that the familiar tingle of pleasure would roam throughout your body before he would even recognize the knot within his abdomen. That your hands would grasp at the sheets of the bed, or your nails would claw down his toned back before he would allow his grip to tighten upon the flesh of your hips. 

That your lips would be stuck open as a slew of moans fell from them before he uttered a single curse of pleasure. That the sweet nectar of your being would cascade upon your skin before he allowed his seed to paint your sensitive inner walls, or allow it to coat the flesh of your abdomen.

He cared for your pleasure as much as he cared for you. He was simply better.

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- kili

Faster. The speed at which your love life progressed had always been slow. The lovers of your past seemed to enjoy silly games instead of commitment, and for the rare few who desired something more -- they seemed to move even slower.

It felt drawn out. It felt as if your previous lovers had held a meeting on how to waste your time, yet you held onto faith that you would find a lover who wanted to belong to you as much as you wished to belong to them.

And though your heart had yearned for a faster pace in terms of romance, you were not prepared for the fast dwarven prince.

The night air nipped at the flesh of your skin, and the soft crackling of the campfire danced alongside the sounds of the woods and your dwarven companions. Some of your companions were off eating their stew, a mix of mushrooms and other things they had managed to forage within the woods, though you'd never question where they found the meat or spices that went into it.

The low chatter of their voices nearly muffled the gentle sounds of the fire; the soft sway of its light and warmth reminded you of its presence as your gaze remained glued to the stars above. It was a brief moment of peace within the sea of chaos that had become your life, and though you had lost the comforts of home, the dwarven prince who sat beside you had found those comforts within you.

The sound of your voice, the scent of your skin, the light that shimmered within your eyes; you became his home on the road. Yet, he had been too nervous to say anything until that night.

Either overcome with confidence or immense stupidity, the dwarven prince could not help but blurt out the three words that had been swirling around his mind since the moment he laid eyes upon you.

"I love you." His voice echoed throughout the makeshift campsite, his amber gaze glued upon your face, and a sea of laughter erupted from his fellow companions. The heat of his cheeks burned as bright as the fire before him, yet he did not back down as your sparkling gaze met his. "Y/N, I love you." He repeated, his confident voice wavering as the words left his lips. A wavering you would hear in far more intimate events.

The rapid thumps of the bedframe bouncing against the wooden wall echoed throughout the not-so-silent room. The sounds of the bed were so close together in pace that a thump barely had enough time to become an audible sound before another came in its place, masking the previous one as fast as it was made.

His cock raced within you, desperately stretching out the inner walls of your core, as his face was buried within the crook of your neck. The heat of his short, quick breaths tickled the side of your neck as he inhaled your scent.

"So good." The words wavered in pleasure upon his lips, hanging upon the tip of his tongue before escaping in more of a whimper than a moan. "You feel so good." His words would become a full whine of pleasure as he held onto you.

His hands would be tightly clenching at your arms, grasping so tightly that his nails would begin to dig into your skin. A delicious twinge of pain and pleasure flooded your sensations as his cock would continue to rapidly carve itself deep inside you.

His breaths would come out as quickly as his movements, each harsh thrust a silent devotion of his love, his neediness for you. His head would remain buried in the crook of your neck, allowing his whimpers to vibrate against the exposed skin as the burn within his hips grew hotter.

His body moved like a well-oiled machine, never ceasing in action as it brought you closer and closer to the brink of release. And as fast as you were thrown overboard, drowning in the sea of pleasure, the dwarven prince dived in after you.

He was far faster than your exes, yet he always ensured you came first in all scenarios.

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[bowie-frommars]

Can we talk about the Aidan Turner renaissance?!

I've had a crush on this man since I was a kid and would watch Being Human religiously! This man deserves his flowers! Thank you Rivals for getting this man the recognition he deserves.

[lsd-astronaut]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request kili x reader headcannons where the (fem) reader is a hobbit Mayhaps? Don’t feel pressured to write it or anything! Thank you!! Take care.

Thank you so much for your request! I have such a soft spot for Kíli, it's not even funny anymore. I hope you like this, I went a bit crazy on this lol

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Kíli x Fem!Hobbit!Reader (Headcanons)

Not so secretly loves that he found someone who is finally shorter than him. Having said that, he is such a bloody tease, always keeping things out of your reach just so he can see your pout, and even maybe steal a kiss from you. Mainly stops doing this after he once accidentally did it while you were having a bad day and you aimed your foot at his shin. Still claims it to hurt but you know he is just being dramatic.

I do not believe for ONE SECOND that this dwarf has good orientation skills. Yes, I know he is kind of a ranger by himself but he gives me the vibes of someone that does not know where he is at any given moment. Thorin's abysmal sense of orientation had to be inherited by someone, and it was not Fíli, I'll tell you that. The first time he visited you in the Shire on his own after the reclaiming of Erebor and the Battle of Five Armies, you had been warned by your wary neighbours about a mysterious dwarf who was asking for you to everyone he saw. Thinking that you were in danger, your neighbours had very kindly steered him in the opposite direction, but balked as you informed them that this dwarf was surely your husband given their description of said "intruder." You eventually found him in the main square looking like a sad puppy, but his face immediately brightened as he saw you. You thought that after showing him the path to your house he would learn the path, but this situation repeats every single time. Everyone in the Shire eventually gets to know him.

Tries to teach you archery in exchange for you trying to teach him to bake. Similar outcomes in both of these endeavours, as every bow is way too big for you, and he has some curse that causes him to even burn water. Fíli warned you to never eat anything from Kíli and you have chosen to believe him after seeing Thorin strangely pale during a family dinner where Kíli claimed to have made the dessert himself.

When he decided to introduce you to his family, he didn't doubt for one second that they would love you. Is a bit regretful when you band with Dís to complain about him aloud. His mother should not know about his awful habit of leaving his dirty socks on the floor even now at 77 years old. But he is happy to see his mother take to you so well, even though you are not a dwarf.

On a softer note, his love language is braids, both giving them and getting them done. As you are a hobbit, your hair is on the more curly side, but don't think for one moment that this will stop him. He will forge you many beads for you to wear; his objective being that you become some kind of a moving chime. He claims is that so he doesn't lose you in the enormous halls of Erebor when you come to visit him, but you know better. The first time you braided his hair at the start of your relationship, he almost broke into tears.

Finally, finally he has found his other half, his One, and even though you are of a different race, he could not care less about it.

Hehe done with this! I hope I did your request some justice. I feel like hobbit x dwarf pairs are so good and canonically make the most sense, considering Yavanna and Aulë/Mahal are wife and husband.

[stellamarielu]

Kili has a breeding kink, whether or not he's ready for kids. He just wants to hold his girl down, cumming in her for hours with all that dwarven stamina. Pushing his fingers in to shove it inside, making sure his seed takes

thank god somebody came in my inbox to talk about kili. listen i am a nerd at heart aren't we all? and the chokehold the hobbit had on my adolescence has now come full circle in my adulthood yearning for sexy old men. AND THIS this is a fantastic take.

I agree with you. I think kili for sure has a breeding kink. The unconscious desire to carry on his bloodline would cause him to go into a place of pure animalistic need every time he had you in his bed. He would fuck you from a place of greed with his hands pinning yours to the sheets. Obsessing over the way he had you all to himself, losing control at the idea of marking you as his, making you belong to him in the most intimate way. Even surprising himself with the way he would speak to you when he was close to falling apart, desperate to feel the way you took every little bit of him when he finally spilled into you—

"So pretty underneath me like this."

"Letting me fill you."

"Such an obedient little thing all for me."

"All mine."

[faeriichaii]

hii!!

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

thank you sm<33

Braiding Lessons ~ Kili x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[randomfandomtwst]

does anyone know the The Hobbit fanfic I'm looking for? It's set in modern days, in a small country town (I assume) and somehow, Thorin and Fili and Kili ended up in our world and they are staying at Y/N's house (literally a cabin in the woods) and there's a bad thunderstorm one night and one of Y/N's friends shows up at her house and says there's a big tree that fell across the main road and Y/N is like, that's the only way to get to the hospital, we need to clear it, and she and her friend and Thorin and Fili and Kili all get to the tree and start cutting the tree apart to move it off the road and Y/N is kinda ogling Thorin while he swings an axe and (honestly, same) and Y/N and her friend are teasing each other etc?

I'd really like to read this again!

[mountkennedie]

Hair

Kili x human!reader

Summary: Kili learns something new about you and loves it

Warnings: nudity but no smut

"Y/N?" Kili called through the door. You had been getting ready for bed at the moment. Dressed in soft pajamas and ready for slumber. Your room had a great fire burning, and due to that, you stuck to just a night shirt this evening.

"Kili!" You were not expecting company tonight. You raced and put on the first pair of pants you saw. The shirt and pants combo you currently had going on was a fashion felony. You could only hope he wouldn't ask about it.

You walked over and opened the door. He stood looking up at you with a smile. "Hello," he spoke softly with a smile. You had joined him on the journey to reclaim this mountain. You've known him for over a year, and yet he still looks at you like it's the first time.

"Hello," you said in the same tone, "what are you doing here?" You smiled after your question, so he knew you weren't really upset.

He walked forward and placed his hands on your waist. His thumbs caressed your stomach as he spoke, "I can not visit the woman I love?"

You rolled your eyes at his comment. "Come inside. I'm not in the mood to be battered by lectures tomorrow about what 'is' and 'is not' proper."

"I will always gladly enter your chambers," he said in a smug tone.

"Kili," you laugh and pull him inside. He removed his outer layer and helped himself to sit on your bed. Once comfortable, he was able to get a better look at you. He looked you up and down, then cocked his head to the side.

"Interesting form of dress, Y/n... is it the new style?"

"Very funny. So what if it is? Not a fan?" You posed in your atrocious outfit as if it were fine fabric.

"Oh, of course," he said sarcastically. The fire roared on, and you had been sweating since he walked in. Kili stood and placed the sleeve on his shirt on your forehead and wiped some of the perspiring off. "Too warm? Are you feeling alright?" His eyes scanned all over your face for any other discomforts.

"No, it's just hot in here," you told him.

"Would you like me to put out your fire?" he began walking to the hearth, "it's no trouble."

"The fire is fine it's just -"

"Just me?" He smirked at his comment.

"No," you smiled, "I'm just warm."

"You can always remove a layer..." His smile grew, "I don't mind."

"See, that's why I won't. Someone refuses to control himself," You joked.

"What!," he spoke with mock offense. "Can't control himself?! I'll have you know, I have always been one of great control," He smiled brightly.

"You are ridiculous," you smiled and reached for the tie of your pants. You weren't sure why you were worried. Your shirt was long and came to your thighs. You pushed the worries away with the pants. You could tell he was resisting looking, to prove his claims of 'self control'.

"Feeling better?" He asked as you sat on the bed beside him. His eyes were boring into yours, and you found it hilarious. You wanted to test his patience, so you crossed your legs, letting one brush his.

"I am, yes," you spoke like this was nothing. "It's okay if you look, you know... I won't tell." You let your words trail off, and one could argue it was suggestively.

He gulped before letting his eyes climb down to your now bare legs. He cocked his head again, and his brows furrowed. "Oh..."

A wave of fear flooded you again. Suddenly insecure due to his reaction. "Oh?" You hoped that he would take the hint to elaborate as to why he had the reaction he did.

He noticed the unease in your voice and clarified, "Oh! I was just surprised. I wasn't aware that human women also grew hair on the bodies. I thought it was only dwarven women." He looked up at you with wide eyes, trying to convey how genuine he was trying to be.

"Is that a problem?" You wanted to sound strong, as if it didn't get to you.

"Oh no," He placed a hand on your bare knee, "It only makes you more attractive." He began placing warm kisses by your ear and worked down the neck.

You exhaled and laughed. "You scared me for a second! I thought you'd be disgusted! Also, I was right," you pulled him off, "No self-control."

His eyes looked foggy, like the idea of doing something else other than talking had taken over his mind. "Can you blame me, amrâlimê?" He leaned in and placed a heated kiss on your lips. You had always underestimated the strength of dwarves. So when he pulled you into his lap, like you weighed nothing at all, of course you gasped.

You felt him chuckle on your lips. You never thought that a new discovery of hair could turn him on so much. But now you know you never have to spend money on a razor ever again.

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[cowboybeepboop]

Infinite

"Always and forever, you're mine,"

Pairing: Kili Durin x fem! Reader 

Genre: Romantic smut

Word count: 3.6k

Summary: You're in a secret relationship with the dwarf prince, one full of nothing but love.

Warnings: kind of angsty? Idk forbidden love, soft kili, unprotected sex

Kíli had never truly been in love before - sure, he’s had his little crushes here and there. But never something so serious, with his blood almost burning as he thought of your face, his heart skipping every other beat when you were near.

After several long months of secretly sneaking off with you, always behind his uncle’s back, he approached you with the biggest smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, darling.”

“My love…” you murmur against his neck, cuddling into his embrace.

Kíli tightens his arms around you, burying his nose in your hair with a deep inhale. Your sweet, flowery scent makes his mind hazy - it is all he can think of besides how much he adores you.

“Do you know how hard it is to wait for you?” he murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. “I dream of you all the time, and all day, all I want to do is see your beautiful face again…”

He pulls back just so he can cup your face in his hands. “You’re all I ever think about…”

His gaze drifts down to your mouth, and his own lips curl into a smirk. “I've been wanting to do this all day…” he murmurs, leaning down and tilting your chin up to press a firm, lingering kiss onto your lips. 

Your lips reply eagerly, your hands gripping his sides as you press against him. “I have missed you as well. It has been far too long since I’ve been in your embrace.”

Kíli closes his eyes gently as he savors the taste of your kiss, a low hum of approval rumbling in the back of his throat. 

“Mm… you’re so perfect…” he says softly, rubbing his thumbs along your jawline. “And it really has been too long. I can’t go another day without you in my arms.”

He gives another tight squeeze and pulls your body flush against his, as though he can’t get you close enough.

He moves one of his hands behind your head, burying his fingers in your hair and tilting your head back so he can bury his mouth against your neck.

“I need you…” he breathes, pressing hot kisses and soft bites along the length of your neck, leaving the skin red. “More than I need air. How am I supposed to get through days without you here with me…?”

“Lover…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut with the contact. “I do not wish to sneak around any longer..” your hand cradles the back of his head.

Kíli’s face buries into the crook of your neck, inhaling the soothing scent of your skin as he tries to calm his aching heart at your words. 

“I… I don’t either,” he whispers back, pulling away from your neck to nuzzle his face against your ear. “But my uncle… he won’t understand. You know how Dwarves feel towards Elves…”

“My heart belongs to you until the day I take my last breath.” Your fingers tangle in his hair. “I wish to stay with you, in your arms.”

Kíli lets out a small sigh as your hand slides through his hair. He lifts his head again, looking down into your eyes longingly.

“You’re mine… you’re all mine,” he murmurs, tracing the pads of his fingers over your jaw. “And if I could, I would never let you leave my arms again. But…”

His mouth twists into a tight frown. “My uncle would have my head if he found out about you. He’s a stubborn old Dwarf who holds his grudges with a burning fire.”

“My love,” your gaze meets his, tears falling down your face. “I cannot make you choose, but I wish you would.” You breathe out.

Kíli’s heart feels as though it might break right there. He closes the distance between you, his hands immediately reaching up to cradle your face gingerly between them, his thumbs wiping at the tears on your face.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his own voice thick with emotion. “I can’t lose you. But he’s my family… the only family I have left… if I defy him and lose his support…”

He lets out a shaky sigh, letting his hands slide downwards until they’re clutching at your wrists.

“I know..” you murmur softly. You bring your hand to his face, fingers dancing over his tanned skin.

Kíli lets his eyes fall closed as you touch his face, leaning into the touch like a starved dwarf. 

“You make it sound so easy… defying my family, my kin, my brother…” he mutters, pressing his forehead against yours gently.

“I do not wish for you to defy them.” You sigh, desperately trying to find the words. “But loving me is the problem.. for it is against his will.”

Kíli’s face twists at your words. He knows that what you’re saying is true - it was against Thorin’s will. Thorin would never accept an Elf for Kíli to love.

“But I do love you,” he says back fiercely, leaning back to look into your eyes desperately. “I love you so much… I can’t just stop loving you… I *never* could…”

You press a gentle kiss to his closed eyes, your touch soft and almost ghostly.

Kíli’s breath catches in his throat as your lips press to his eyes, gently squeezing your wrists gently. He feels as though you’re a dream - too beautiful to be real. How could he ever let you go?

“Please,” he whispers, opening his eyes again to look at you desperately. “Please, don’t leave. I can’t live without you…”

“Love..” you breathe out, at a loss for words. In all of your endless wisdom, you still cannot find the solution to your predicament.

“Do not cry, my dear.” You wipe the warm tears from his cheeks, your own threatening to fall.

Kíli’s breath shakes as you touch his face again, and he swallows thickly, trying in vain to halt the flow of tears.

“How am I supposed to *not* cry when you’re about to leave me…?” he mutters shakily, his hands gripping your wrists desperately, as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go of you.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a comforting embrace. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you bite back your despair. “Kili..” you sigh his name, voice barely above a whisper.

Kíli lets out a small whimper as you pull him into your embrace, burying his face into the crook of your neck quickly as if to hide the tears that continue to run down his face. 

He grips at your back, holding onto you like a drowning man gripping for a lifeline. He’s never felt so vulnerable, so broken - so weak - before.

“You can’t leave…” he mutters again, his fingers digging into your back as he speaks. “Please… don’t leave me…”

“Kili..” Every time you repeat his name, Kíli’s heart aches fiercely. His fingers dig into your back more desperately, pulling you as close to him as he can.

“Please…” he mutters, his voice muffled as he buries his mouth against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short gasps. “Please don’t leave… don’t go… I’ll die without you…”

You pull back from his embrace ever so slightly, guiding his hand to your chest. “My heart beats for you, only you.” Your other hand traces soft patterns into his back comforting him.

Kíli closes his eyes as your hand leads his to rest against your chest, feeling the steady thumping of your heart against his palm. It’s an almost soothing sensation, reminding him that he’s *not* dreaming - you’re really here with him, in his arms where you should be.

He lets out a shaky breath as your fingers work their way across his back, and he finally raises his head again to look into your eyes. 

“Don’t…” he whispers back, his voice thick with the sound of tears. “Don’t go…

“I will stay by your side, as long as you wish me to.” Your resolve drifts away, your desire for him outweighs the desperation for more than a secret relationship.

Kíli lets out a shuddering breath, his eyes widening slightly as his heart starts to thump against his rib cage. You’ve just said exactly the words he craved to hear, his shoulders sagging with pure relief. 

“I will always want you by my side…”

His hands move to your hips, his thumbs massaging gently into the bare skin just below your shirt. He swallows thickly, his eyes darkening as he suddenly drops onto his knees in front of you.

His hands slide up your side, his lips immediately finding your stomach and leaving a line of soft kisses there.

“Meleth nîn..” you gasp, his kisses leaving you breathless and craving more.

Kíli’s hands slide under your shirt, his fingers gently tracing up your abdomen as his lips continue to press against your skin. He lets out a small moan as your soft gasp reaches his ears, the sound adding to his growing desire.

“Say it again…” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your bare skin just below your ribs. “My darling… say that again…”

“Meleth nîn, your touch undoes me.” You moan, head falling back in pleasure.

A shiver of pure lust runs through Kíli’s body as you moan for him again, and his lips pull into a smirk against your skin. His hands slide higher up your body, his fingers dancing across your stomach, up towards your chest.

“I want to undo you… I want to drive you wild, love…” he mutters, leaning in to press his lips to the bare skin between your breasts. “I want to *break* you…”

You let out soft noises, your body trembles with his touch. “Such lewd words my prince.”

Kíli lets your words encourage him further, his tongue darting out to lave against the bare skin of your stomach before his mouth wanders higher. He bites down on your skin gently, his teeth just barely breaking the surface.

“Filthy prince, aren’t I?” he mutters, giving another bite against the skin of your belly. “And you love me for it.”

You lower yourself down, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Kíli immediately leans into the kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth to dance with yours. He groans with pleasure at the sudden shift in position, lowering himself against you on the grass until his hips press against yours.

He pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes raking over your body as he moves to press kisses against the side of your neck. “I want to make you mine… I want to take you here… now…” he whispers against your ear.

“My love..” you moan, feeling his hand slide between your thighs.

Kíli groans as he hears the sound of your moan, and can already feel himself starting to harden at the sound. He moves so that he can press his hips even more into yours, rubbing against you needily. 

His hand slides further between your thighs, his fingers tracing along the skin that’s not being covered by your clothing.

Kíli’s hand reaches the apex of your thighs, feeling the heat emanating from your core. He whispers, “I need to feel all of you, my love. Tell me you want this, tell me you’re mine.” His voice is filled with urgency, his desire for you burning like wildfire within.

"Yours," you pant into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch. "Forever yours, Kili." His hand slides into your pants, his fingers seeking your warmth eagerly.

The words are like a key unlocking his restraint, and he responds by kissing you with a passion that feels as though it could set the entire world ablaze. His hand slides further into your folds, his fingers now coated in your slickness as he explores your most sensitive areas with a gentle, yet insistent touch. 

His movements are tender but firm, as though he's afraid you might vanish from his grasp at any moment. His thumb finds your clit and begins to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure increasing as your breaths turn into soft whimpers of pleasure.

"Mm," he groans against your mouth, his arousal growing as he feels you react to his touch. "You're so wet for me, so beautiful... I can't wait to taste you."

With a final, lingering kiss, he pulls away from your lips and moves his mouth down the side of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he goes. 

His hand continues to work between your legs, his fingers teasing and exploring as he goes lower, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches the pleasure build on your face. 

His other hand moves to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and over your head in one swift movement, leaving you bare before him. 

His gaze devours your body, his eyes dark with need as he kisses his way down your chest, pausing to suck on your nipples before his mouth reaches the waistband of your pants.

With a growl of desire, he unbuckles the belt and unbuttons the fly, pulling the fabric down to expose your quivering stomach. He kisses and licks his way down, his hand still playing with your wetness as his tongue darts out to taste you. 

You moan deeply as he finally brings his mouth to your sex, his tongue sliding over your clit in a way that makes your legs shake. His kisses are now replaced with the feeling of his mouth and tongue, his movements growing more urgent as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of release.

Kíli groans into your heat, his mouth never leaving the sweetness of your folds as your thighs tighten around his head. His tongue laps at your clit with fervent strokes, the sound of your moans echoing in the quiet glade like a siren’s call to his soul. 

The pressure of your legs only fuels his hunger, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still as he worships your body with his mouth. The scent of your desire fills the air, making his arousal ache painfully in his breeches. 

His movements become more feverish, his tongue flicking and suckling, as he tastes the sweet nectar of your passion. Your body tenses, and he knows you’re close. He doubles his efforts, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud as he pushes you towards the precipice.

"Kili, I..." Your voice trails off into a keening cry as the orgasm sweeps through you, your back arching and your nails digging into the dirt. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure as your legs quiver around his head.

Finally, when you collapse against the cool grass, boneless and panting, Kíli pulls back, his mouth glistening with your essence. He smirks up at you, eyes dark with satisfaction and desire. "Mine," he whispers, his voice thick with lust, "Always mine."

Kíli slides himself between your trembling thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he admires the flushed beauty of your post-orgasmic state. He fumbles with the ties of his own breeches, finally freeing his erection which juts out proudly, aching for the warm embrace of your body. 

The anticipation is almost unbearable as he lines himself up with your entrance, his hand gripping the base of his shaft as he gives it a slow, firm stroke. He leans in to kiss you again, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he starts to press forward, the blunt tip of his cock parting your folds. 

You moan into the kiss, your body instinctively responding to his touch as he pushes in, filling you inch by inch with his thick, hard length. His movements are slow and deliberate, savoring every moment of your union as if it could be the last.

Kíli's eyes never leave yours as he pushes deeper, his cock stretching and filling you completely. His movements are slow and tender as if he's afraid of breaking the spell that's wound tight around the both of you. 

Each inch feels like an eternity, his passion building like a crescendo in his chest. He whispers sweet nothings into your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours as he starts to move with a rhythm that matches the beating of your heart. 

His hips rock into yours, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to ignite within you. Each thrust is a declaration of love, a silent promise that no matter the cost, you belong to him, and he to you. 

The world outside the glade fades away, leaving only the two of you, entwined in a dance as old as time itself. With every stroke, Kíli claims you more thoroughly, his love and desire a physical force that resonates through every fiber of your being. 

Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, the slick sounds of your union the only music playing in the symphony of passion. 

With the intensity of his love and desire driving him, Kíli's movements become slightly more erratic, his orgasm approaching like a storm on the horizon. Despite his best efforts to prolong the moment, the passion overwhelms him, his body shaking with the effort to maintain his control. 

He whispers your name like a prayer, his hips thrusting faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with a passionate fervor that speaks louder than any words could. His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you as palpable as the heat of your bodies pressed together. 

The slick sound of your union fills the quiet glade, punctuated by your breathless moans and his grunts of pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips, guiding you to meet his every thrust, his body demanding release. 

The sensation of his hardness pounding into you sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your climax threatening to build again. Kíli knows he's close, his breaths coming in harsh pants against your skin, his eyes dark with a primal need to claim you, to make you his in every way possible. 

He whispers sweet promises and dirty confessions against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he fights to hold back his release, not wanting this stolen moment of pure ecstasy to end. 

But the need is too strong, and with a final, desperate moan, he buries himself deep within you, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning through the sky, his warmth filling you as he surrenders to the overwhelming love that consumes him.

"Forgive me, my love," Kíli murmurs against your neck, his voice heavy with passion and regret as he realizes his own climax has come first. "I wanted to make you feel good first, to give you pleasure before I took mine." 

His hips slow their rhythm, his cock still pulsing deep inside you as his orgasm subsides. He kisses the tender skin of your throat, his grip loosening slightly. "I'm sorry," he whispers, his eyes searching yours for any trace of disappointment.

"No, no, Kili," you whisper breathlessly, shaking your head. "You never need to apologize for loving me like this." Your voice is a soft caress against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. You feel his cock thicken within you, his passion not yet sated.

"Take what you need," you encourage him, your hips rocking gently against his to show you're ready for more. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and Kíli's eyes flare with renewed desire. 

He groans, his hips moving with more urgency, his love for you a potent elixir that fuels his need. He kisses you deeply, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips as he starts to thrust again, his hands tightening on your hips. 

Your bodies move in perfect harmony, a silent conversation of love and need. Your desire builds once more, coiling tight in your core. "Again, my love," you breathe into his ear. "Take me again." The words are a catalyst, igniting a fresh wave of passion in Kíli. 

Kíli feels your muscles tightening around him, your body's sweet embrace urging him closer to the edge as well. He can't help but groan into your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he picks up the pace. 

His strokes become more deliberate, aimed to hit that spot deep within you that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl. His own climax builds the pleasure from your tightness around him almost too much to bear. 

His hand slides back up to find your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he continues to thrust, his other hand digging into the soft flesh of your hip to hold you in place. "Cum for me," he whispers, his voice low and demanding, "I need to feel you cum around me, my love."

The intensity of his words sends a bolt of pleasure shooting through you, and you can't help but let out a sharp cry as your body obeys his command. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls contracting around his cock as you ride the peak of ecstasy. 

Kíli's eyes widen in amazement as he watches your face contort with pleasure, feeling the tremors of your release through your entire body. His orgasm follows swiftly, his cock pulsing as he releases himself deep within you, his love and passion a physical force that resonates through the both of you. 

His movements slow, his chest heaving with each ragged breath as he leans in to kiss you gently, his love for you shining in his eyes like the stars above. "Always and forever, you're mine," he whispers against your swollen lips.

[crackedpumpkin]

All Too Human (06)

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"This is no place for a woman. You’d do well to stay behind where it’s safe—if you can manage that without getting yourself into more trouble." 

Your fingers grip the hem of your shirt, scrunching it so tightly wrinkles begin to form.

“He does not pass my vibe check.” You blanch at the words Bilbo utters so solemnly, fists clenching tightly to the point of almost drawing blood as you struggle to maintain your composure. Thorin’s offhand remark, one you’d let slide, is met with an immediate glare from Bilbo — and part of you can’t help but aww at how quickly he’s jumped to your defence.

“He does not indeed,” you agree, your voice breaking slightly at the end. After breakfast, Bilbo had sought you out again, eager for more insights on life ‘back home’. You told him more about brain rot content, vibe checks, and fit checks, half-surprised he remembered any of it. The way he nods and tries to understand every term warms you in an unexpected way, a reminder of something familiar amid the chaos.

But boy oh boy, the way he was determined to make you feel better is backfiring in so many ways at once. 

I’ve never regretted so much, yet been so proud at the same time.

Right before you’d even left Bard’s house, he’d asked you to rate his outfit. You gave him a solid 10. He’d grinned in satisfaction, walking out with his head held high. The rest of Thorin’s company had given the both of you odd looks, curious about the sudden secret you two seem to share.

Balin, kindly enough, chased them all away to do their own tasks. And as such, any questions were avoided. You’d begun getting ready in preparation as well, though part of you feels obliged to apologise to Bard for basically disregarding his hard effort in helping you sneak in, only for Thorin to decide to reveal themselves the very next morning.

I’ll apologise later.

The wooden planks creak beneath your weight, wide-eyed villagers around watching in bewilderment at the group of dwarves ahead of you. Fili and Thorin are at the front. Kili should be too, considering his status amongst the rest, but somehow finds a way to be at the back of the group where you hobble along. 

You’re not ungrateful for the company, but his presence gives your heart a nervous flutter every now and then. It’s a sensation you want to kick yourself in the ass for. It’s not the time to be catching feelings, much less this quickly. Yet a rush of exhilaration hits when he’s inches away.

Bilbo wanders alongside you, happily recounting stories from the Shire, his voice light and filled with warmth. You listen, utterly charmed by the details of his simple, cosy life. “Looks like a visit to your hometown is in order after this,” you grin, a teasing edge to your voice.

“Of course! Come by whenever you’d like. Tea’s at four, dinner at seven,” Bilbo’s eyes gleam with genuine hospitality.

You glance at Kili, expecting a playful quip, but his voice cuts through the conversation unexpectedly, smooth and cool. “I take it the invitation isn’t exclusive, then? Surely we’re not so distant that the rest of us can’t drop by.” He gestures to the dwarves up ahead, raising an eyebrow with an air of casual challenge.

Bilbo’s eyes widened in surprise, momentarily thrown off by his tone. “You’re all welcome at my home anytime,” he says, recovering quickly.

You can’t help but grin, adding with a wink, “Perhaps another vibe check is in order at the Shire.”

Kili’s lips part as if to question you, but his smile falters. His gaze flits between you and Bilbo as the two of you share a quiet chuckle at the inside joke, a lighthearted moment that stirs something unspoken in the air.

His gaze hardens ever so slightly as he turns away, staring ahead at the path. The easy camaraderie between you and Bilbo hangs in the air like an awkward heaviness, and Kili’s sudden cool demeanour doesn’t escape you. The space between you seems to grow, and you feel the change in the atmosphere. It’s a subtle shift, but one that makes your stomach tighten just a little.

As your group continues down the path, the silence around you feels thick, burdened by the tension left in the wake of Kili’s distant mood. Just as you’re turning things over in your mind, the sound of clinking metal and heavy boots cuts through the quiet. Several guards appear from around the corner, each of their faces set in suspicion, scanning the company as if they’d been waiting for trouble.

One of the guards steps forward, barking, “Halt! State your business here.”

Your heart skips a beat, the unease building quickly as you glance between the dwarves, who’ve all stiffened in response. Thorin steps forward, his posture commanding, though his expression remains carefully composed. Dwalin is right behind, his jaw tight and fingers twitching near his weapon, barely holding himself back. Oin and Gloin exchange wary glances, moving closer to the centre of the group, shielding everyone instinctively.

Just then, a guard’s rough hand clamps around your shoulder, yanking you back with unnecessary force. Panic flares up inside you, instinctive and immediate, but it morphs into anger as you twist out of his grip. Your heel drives down into his foot, hard, and you throw an elbow back for good measure, catching him off guard. He stumbles, his face reddening with anger as he recovers, reaching for you again.

“Don’t touch me,” you order, your tone similar to that of a kindergarten teacher scolding a small child, “I’ve handled worse customers than you before, so don’t you dare try me.”

The guard’s face contorts in irritation, but he hesitates, unsure of how to react. That moment’s delay is all it takes for Kili to step in, placing himself between you and the guard, his face set in a dark, furious expression. “You heard her,” Kili growls, fingers tightening into a fist around his leather glove.

The other dwarves close ranks protectively, and Dwalin takes a step closer, his scowl menacing enough to send a chill down the guard’s spine. “Lay another hand on her, and you’ll be the one on the ground,” he threatens.

Bofur’s voice remains calm, but holds a dangerous edge. “Best to heed her warning. You’ll find her words aren’t empty ones.”

Thorin’s voice breaks through, clear and authoritative. “Enough! We are here for a reason, and your treatment of my company is hardly welcome.” His tone leaves little room for argument, and his steely gaze dares the guards to press further.

The guards exchange uneasy looks, their confidence visibly shaken by the united front. The lead guard grunts in frustration, motioning for the others to back off as he mutters, “Fine, we’ll bring you to the Master.”

As the group finally resumes moving, you feel the adrenaline beginning to subside, though the guard’s leering expression lingers in your mind. Kili catches your eye, his face softening as he checks on you. He raises an eyebrow, his mouth curving into a slight smile. “Nice move there,” he murmurs.

You shrug. “Had to do something at least.”

As the group approaches the Master’s manor, the low hum of whispers from the villagers grows louder, and before long, a crowd begins to gather in front of the gates. Eyes peer curiously at the company as they march past, their gazes filled with a mixture of awe and wariness. Every step toward the manor seems to heighten the anticipation.

The Master’s estate (an obnoxiously grand one, to your distaste), contrasts sharply with the humble town around it. Its stone walls seem to tower, gleaming in the sunlight, flaunting wealth in a town that has known hardship. The high windows, draped with rich tapestries, appear almost like eyes watching the commotion below. 

You can feel your pulse quicken as you draw closer to the manor. The last few weeks on the road have been gruelling, and despite the amount of rest you’ve gotten, the pain still stings your thigh.

The dwarves walk with their heads high, shoulders squared, though there’s an edge of wariness about them. Even Thorin’s expression is hard to read, but the underlying tension is unmistakable. Through the hardships, the company has weathered together, and now, they stand on the precipice of reclaiming their birthright. 

As the group reaches the gates, the crowd outside swells, their murmurs swelling into loud exclamations. The air crackles with curiosity. And then, breaking the tension, Thorin steps forward, his voice booming as it echoes across the gathering crowd.

“I am Thorin Oakenshield, King under the Mountain,” he announces, his tone powerful and commanding. His eyes flash with a cold determination, “I have returned to claim my ancestral right to the Lonely Mountain. The time of reclaiming what is mine has come.”

The villagers stir, shock and wonder rippling through them. There is a mix of awe and disbelief in their eyes, some kneeling in reverence, while others merely watch with wide eyes, unsure of what to make of the declaration. The name “King under the Mountain” carries with it history, myth, and the weight of prophecy. Thorin’s words hang in the air like a challenge, a promise.

The Master’s manor doors creak open, and out steps the Master himself, flanked by a familiar leery creature that makes you grimace. The two of them step into the open air, drawn by the commotion outside. The Master’s sharp eyes survey the crowd, trying to gauge the situation, but it’s Alfrid whom you’re keeping a wary eye on. His eyes immediately lock onto you, narrowing with an unmistakable flicker of recognition. The slimy smirk that forms on his face makes your stomach turn.

“Well, well,” Alfrid drawls, his voice dripping with a mix of smugness and condescension, “Don’t you clean up nicely.” His gaze lingers far too long on your chest, and for a moment, it feels as though his eyes are stripping you bare. The words he continues with are laced with a sickening insinuation. “Looks like your... skillset might be more prominently displayed now.”

The words hit you like a slap. You freeze for a moment, the bile rising in your throat, but you force yourself to meet his gaze with cold indifference. The heat of his gaze doesn’t waver, and your pulse spikes as the disgust lingers in your chest. Your fingers curl into your palms, the slight trembles of your restraint one easily mistakes as fear.

Behind you, you sense the dwarves tense, the air around you thick with their protective fury. You can feel Dwalin’s presence just behind you, his body rigid with barely contained anger, his eyes burning with a quiet rage. Bofur’s voice comes from your side, a soft warning, though you’re not sure if it’s for you or for Alfrid.

“And yet, it seems that even the dwarves are better company than any coin you could ever pay me.” You respond with a sickly sweet smile, though the look in your eyes makes Bilbo flinch. A warm hand rests on your wrist, looking down to notice Kili having stepped in front of you for assurance.

Thorin, too, stands tall beside you, his expression fierce but controlled. The Master’s reaction to his declaration remains unreadable, but Alfrid’s eyes shift briefly to him, a calculated glance that seems to gauge how far he can push things.

“Alfrid,” the Master says, his voice cutting through the moment. “Enough.” He gestures vaguely for his underling to fall back as he turns his attention back to Thorin, a semblance of diplomacy returning to his expression.

But for you, the damage has been done. Alfrid’s eyes still bore into you, his smirk not fading, even as the Master steps forward to address Thorin. The lingering unease settles like a stone in your stomach, but you force yourself to stay composed. 

This is just another fight to survive. I can do this. 

He’s hesitant. Thorin’s claim to kingship and the promise of wealth from Erebor have sparked a dangerous interest in the townsfolk, one that could challenge the Master’s grip on Laketown. Attempting to recover his poise, he places on a polite but guarded smile, his voice measured and calculating as he addresses Thorin.

“King under the Mountain, you say?” he drawls, feigning respect while clearly assessing how this revelation might serve his interests. “That’s quite a claim,” he continues, glancing toward the villagers as if reminding them who truly holds power here. “But what assurance can you offer? What proof do you bring to warrant the faith of these people?”

Thorin takes a resolute step forward, his presence powerful and magnetic. “The prophecy has returned,” he declares. “The streams of gold will flow once more, filling this land with prosperity. But only if you stand with me. My kin have toiled, and I have returned to reclaim my homeland — for all who will aid in this journey.”

The crowd murmurs, drawn in by the promise of wealth and the power of Thorin’s words. The sight of him speaking with such passion and authority stirs something within the people, many of whom had long heard tales of the legendary wealth of Erebor.

As he finishes his proclamation, a murmur runs through the crowd, mingling curiosity and scepticism. Just as the Master opens his mouth to cast doubt, you step forward, catching Thorin’s eye briefly before turning to the gathered villagers.

“Listen,” you begin, addressing the villagers with a small, reassuring smile. “I’m not exactly Thorin’s biggest fan. He’s grumpier than Oscar the Grouch; and that’s saying something. Not to mention insanely stubborn. And yeah, he might’ve made a few comments that’d put him right at home in the Stone Age.” You glance sidelong at Thorin, catching his faintly raised brow. The look on Bilbo’s face almost makes you snort, quickly regaining your composure after a momentary lapse. “But he’s a dwarf of his word. If he says he’s here to reclaim his kingdom, he means it. If he says he’s going to bring prosperity to Laketown, he will.”

You turn, scanning the crowd with an encouraging smile. “And trust me, he’s not doing this for just the gold. He’s doing it because he believes in something bigger. This isn’t just a quest for gold — it’s a fight for his people’s future. I’ve been travelling with him long enough to know that Thorin Oakenshield won’t give up on that, not for anything.”

The villagers shift, a few nodding, as whispers of approval ripple through the crowd. The Master and Alfrid exchange uneasy glances, sensing their hold on the crowd slipping. Having said your piece, you take a step back into the group. Thorin glances at you with the slightest hint of gratefulness, but you don’t much care for it. 

Most of it’s just pulled out of my ass, anyway.

“You did well, lass,” Balin mumbles to you with a proud smile. A warmth spreads through your chest, blushing at the sudden pride in their gazes as they murmur encouraging words to you. 

As the crowd’s cheers rise in response to Thorin’s proclamation, the Master quickly reassesses his options. The swell of excitement and hope radiating from the villagers is undeniable.

You catch the moment of realisation that flashes across his face, watching him mask it before he forces a broad smile, stepping forward with open arms as he calls out over the noise.

“Welcome! Welcome! Thrice welcome, King Under the Mountain!” he exclaims, bowing dramatically to Thorin as if this grand gesture were his idea all along. The crowd erupts into louder cheers, swept up in the moment, and the Master’s gaze flickers nervously around before he addresses Thorin directly. “Please, as our most honoured guest, accept the hospitality of Laketown! My manor is yours. Whatever you and your companions need, you shall have.”

As the group proceeds deeper into the hall, the weight of the grandeur and excitement around you only makes your presence here feel more awkward. The laughter and voices of the dwarves fade down the corridor as they follow the Master and his entourage, but you remain rooted in place, your gaze drifting toward the doorway you’d come through.

The thought nags at you, quiet and insistent. 

This isn’t my place. I’m not one of them.

Just as the idea of leaving takes hold, you turn toward the door. Except, a warm hand closes around your wrist, halting your movement. Startled, you look up to see Kili standing there, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. His breathing is slightly ragged, as though he’s hurried back after noticing your absence.

“Where are you going?” he asks, his voice soft but firm. There’s no trace of mockery in his tone, only genuine worry.

For a second, you consider brushing him off. But Kili’s gaze is steady, his grip gentle but unwavering. The warmth of his hand is grounding, and the urge to run within you wavers under his steady gaze.

“I just… I’m not sure this is where I belong,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability surprises even you. Unable to meet his eyes, you glance away.

Kili’s expression softens. “You’ve come this far with us,” he says quietly. “That’s more than enough reason for you to be here.”

You shake your head, but Kili’s hold on you doesn’t falter. He takes a step closer, his gaze intent. “You stood up to the Master for Thorin, for us. You’ve earned your place here, whether you believe it or not.”

Enh.

His words hit harder than you expected, and you feel the lump in your throat begin to ease. Kili gives your wrist a gentle squeeze before letting go, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Come on,” he says, nodding toward the hall where the others disappeared. “You don’t want to miss Thorin giving that pompous windbag a taste of Dwarvish diplomacy, do you?”

His playful grin breaks through your hesitation, and despite everything, you can’t help but return a faint smile. With a steadying breath, you let Kili lead you down the hall, the doubt lingering but less oppressive than before.

The two of you catch up with the others, where the festivities have already begun, and the sight of familiar faces eases the last of your reservations. He nods to his brother who’s a short distance away but doesn’t join him, an unspoken resolution to stay by your side. 

As you settle at the long, bustling table, the feast stretches before you — a spread almost too grand for such a small town. The scent of roasted meats, hearty stews, and fresh-baked bread fills the air, and you find your mouth watering despite the lingering discomfort gnawing at your stomach. 

Alfrid's beady gaze, still locked on you from behind the Master of Laketown, is hard to ignore. Each time you look up, his eyes are there, unblinking and smug. You force yourself to look away, focusing instead on the dwarves.

Kili sits down on your right, offering a lopsided grin as he begins tearing into a chunk of bread. He seems oblivious to your discomfort, his usual cheerfulness a comfort in this overwhelming setting. Ori slides onto the bench on your left, shifting his own plate and pulling a mug toward you, grinning shyly.

“Here,” he says, handing you the mug filled with something that smells suspiciously like beer. “Thought you might want to try it.”

You glance between the two dwarves, Kili already mid-bite with a smirk as if daring you to drink. Taking the mug from Ori, you raise it to your lips, the slightly bitter, yeasty taste filling your mouth as you take a cautious sip. It’s stronger than you expected, and the burn of it settles into your chest, grounding you somewhat.

"Not bad," you say, managing a small smile at Ori, who brightens with pride.

Kili leans in with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Careful, it’s stronger than it tastes. You’ll be snoring under the table before the feast is over if you’re not used to it!”

“I’ve tasted worse,” you reply after a moment of deliberation, taking another sip just to prove him wrong. Kili chuckles. Turning away, you down another gulp of the bitter liquid, hoping it’d settle the fluttering in your stomach at the sound.

With Ori beside you, chiming in with a few curious questions, and Kili’s laughter lightening the mood, you feel some of the tension fade. Even Alfrid’s stare feels less pressing under the warmth of companionship, the echoes of laughter, and the sounds of revelry. You settle into the feast, even daring a glance back at Alfrid with a small, defiant smirk.

Bilbo, though occasionally giving you and Kili a suspicious look, joins in the storytelling. You let yourself sink into the lively, chaotic atmosphere of the room, feeling, if only for tonight, that maybe you do belong among them after all.

Thorin had come to an agreement with the Laketown’s Master to let them stay for a week to rest and gather their strength, and they would provide the group with plenty of supplies for their trip. They’d also agreed to let the company stay at the manor, but you’d have to room with two of them due to the lack of space.

It didn’t really matter though, most of them felt familiar enough and trustworthy to share a room with. Besides, it’d be leagues better than your past roommate, who’d been a nightmare to live with. She wouldn’t take out the trash properly or do her dedicated chores, and even took your food without permission.

You’d drawn straws as to who would be grouped up together, and ended up with Bilbo and Balin as your roommates, much to your delight. They were the two you’re most comfortable with in the company. (Besides Kili, of course. But that’s irrelevant.)

There were only two rooms at the end of the hallway, the remaining company having been placed in different wings of the manor. Having been the first to be led to your rooms, you lay flat on the soft bed with a blissful sigh. 

“I take it that you might be a little tired, eh’?” Balin grins, settling down into his own bed near the door with a grunt. He pulls off his shoes, setting them neatly into the space next to his bed. 

Bilbo chuckles, sitting at the edge of his. The size difference is almost comical, his legs dangling above the floor. “I’d be surprised if she wasn’t.” 

“I am,” you confirm lazily, eyes drifting toward the small balcony tucked off to the side. The sheer curtains billow slightly, catching a sliver of moonlight that trickles in like a soft, silvery glow. 

The sight brings a quiet sense of relief; this could be a perfect little retreat, a place to catch your breath amidst the chaos and noise. You make a mental note to claim it as your own corner for some self-imposed isolation, a space away from all the chaos without needing to keep up appearances for anyone.

When you finally pull yourself out of bed and walk over, you find the balcony small but private. You let your hand linger on the railing, feeling the cool wood beneath your fingers. It overlooks the town, dim candlelight glowing in each house as if representing the souls living there. 

Your mind wanders, drifting back to memories of home. Thoughts of familiar city lights, that bustling world of responsibilities and mundane tasks flood your mind. It’s strange how something that once felt ordinary is now like a distant world.

Could you imagine going back? Just leaving it all behind, staying here in Lake-town while they press on to the mountain?

Your eyes flick to Bilbo, who’s nodding off slightly, his face softened by the dim candlelight. Then to Balin, who’s lying down, his gaze far away, perhaps lost in his own memories of home. They’re all so set on reclaiming Erebor; their dreams lie in those mountain halls. But what’s your place in all this? Is it with them? Could you even keep up with such a daunting journey?

Taking another slow breath, the earthy dampness and the scent of aged timber fill your lungs. The lake’s crisp coolness lingers as you exhale, grounding you in the present. But your thoughts keep circling back to the faces of these companions. Their humour, their courage, the little quirks that make them feel less like characters and more like family. 

It’s like bouncing a tennis ball off the ceiling, except the tennis ball in question are the constant doubts that have plagued you this entire time. They’ve always been there in the corner of your mind; silent and unmoving, yet never fully sinking in properly.

Truthfully, it still hasn’t.

You want to say that there hasn’t been a moment where their compassion and bravery touched your heart. But that's a lie. Their smiles, their laughter, and eventually…their tears. 

Would they even notice once I’m gone?

Would Kili?

A soundless laugh escapes, shaking your head at the ridiculous path your thoughts have taken. Images of his cheeky grin and sparkling eyes flit through your mind, warming your cheeks despite the night breeze. You really need to get a grip. But the thought remains, simmering.

Cheeks warm, you desperately wish for them to quickly cool with the night breeze. Your hands grip onto the railing, heart aching at the thought of what could never come to be. And yet, a part of you still hopes that he’d turn his gaze your way.

A sudden noise to your right distracts you from thinking about it any further, only for a wretched heat to spread from your neck to your face. With your heartbeat pounding in your ears like it’s been bass-boosted, you find yourself staring at a surprised Kili across from you.

Ah, fuck me. Is this karma? Did I doom a nation in my past life?

“Well, what’s got you out here all alone? Sneaking a breath of fresh air...or hiding from us rowdy dwarves?” He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. A faint pink tinges his cheeks — from amusement or bashfulness, you can’t really tell.

You roll your eyes, but there’s no bite to it. “I just needed some air. It’s…quiet out here.”

Kili chuckles, nodding as he looks out over the dark lake, his face thoughtful. “Aye, quieter than most places we’ve been. But then again, maybe you like the noise? You seemed right at home in there,” he teases, but there’s a shy sincerity in his gaze, as if he’s testing the waters with you.

You huff, smirking slightly. “If you’re here to lecture me about needing ‘better company,’ I’ll have you know I was perfectly fine by myself. Besides,” you sigh softly, gaze wandering back to the town below, “I was just doing some overdue thinking.”

He gives you a knowing look, his eyes soft. “A heavy thing, thinking. I’d say some company makes it easier, don’t you think?” He takes a step closer to the side of his balcony, the distance between you both shrinking.

You glance at him, surprised by the quiet invitation, but step towards him as well, feeling the calm of his presence. The silence that follows is comfortable, laced with unspoken thoughts and a mutual sense of ease. 

You find yourself smiling despite the lingering melancholy, the calm in his presence washing over you. There’s a comfortable silence, filled with unspoken thoughts and an understanding glance or two across the narrow gap. Then, with a half-smile, he leans a bit closer to his railing, voice barely audible over the night breeze.

“If the thinking gets too heavy,” he says softly, “just let me know. I can always take some of it off your hands.”

There’s a comfort in his gaze, a gentleness that settles over you like a warm blanket against the cool night air. A sudden thought brings an amused huff to your lips, and he tilts his head at you, curiosity flickering in his eyes, though the way he looks at you is still so incredibly soft.

“This brings back memories, doesn’t it?” you say, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

His brow furrows slightly, and you add, “Just imagine a huge stone wall between us,” watching his face as a slow grin begins to take shape. “And cell doors. Torchlight, flickering…”

He hums in agreement, eyes crinkling in that familiar way that leaves your heart feeling unexpectedly light. You find yourself lingering on his face, almost mesmerised, until you have to tear your gaze away.

“Except that this time,” he murmurs, voice dropping to a softer tone, “we can actually see each other.”

The way he says it leaves a small thrill running through you, and there’s a brief pause, a silence thick with shared memories and something unspoken that hangs in the air between you. For a moment, you both simply look at each other, the stillness around you amplifying the sense of quiet connection.

After a beat, he continues, almost shyly. “I always wondered what you looked like in the torchlight. That’s all I had, your voice through those walls.” He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you’d be a bit more terrifying, to be honest.”

You stifle a laugh, leaning your arms on the railing, and shrug. “Well, I can be, when I want to.”

“Oh, I know.” He grins, his expression a blend of fondness and amusement. “But maybe… you don’t always have to be.”

You let out a short breath. “Maybe,” you hum. A shared silence settles between you like a comfortable blanket, but this time neither of you can look away from the other. 

A mix of emotions build as you consider the possibility, if only for a second, of staying here in this peaceful moment, isolated from the hardships ahead and the blurred future that looms over your mind. The thought unfurls quietly, something tender breaking through your usual guardedness and softening your resolve.

Without fully realising, you lean forward, caught in the pull of his presence. A weightless impulse whispers in the back of your mind that perhaps just this once, you could surrender to it. Your hand rises, almost without permission, and cups his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. It’s like you’re pulled into some quiet dream, a world away from fate and all its demands.

You draw closer, eyes falling to his lips as if in a trance. Just before your lips touch, the moment shatters.

You blink, as if ripped right out of a daydream — because it was. The realisation hits when you see Kili staring at you in pure concern. He searches your face, his tone so gentle it almost brings you back to that imagined closeness. Pulling yourself fully back to reality, you offer him a quick, reassuring nod.

“Just…thinking,” you say, your voice barely more than a murmur.

“Maybe you should get some rest,” he suggests kindly. Though you want nothing more than to disagree and stay here with him, drowsiness makes your vision blur. He grins, looking as though he’s biting back a laugh as he watches you stagger back into the room, before heading back into his. 

As you collapse on your bed, a singular thought drifts through your mind before sleep pulls you under once more. 

Am I…delusional…?

[mikathemonster]

PPE: Chapter One

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

Pairing: Kíli / Gender-neutral Human Reader

wc. 3945

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Meet someone?” You followed.

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

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

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

“Aerin?” Bairn asked curiously.

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

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

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

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

“As always,” Bairn rolled his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another moment of silence.

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

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

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

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

“Well, we shall certainly see for ourselves.”

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You winced. “Speaking of Mum…”

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

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

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

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

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

Your sister’s expression fell at your words. 

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

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

“What reputation?”

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

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

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

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

“And what about Bairn?” She said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He groaned. “Don’t remind me!”

–

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

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

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

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

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

“About what?”

“Plenty of things,” she said.

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

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

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

“Is it the banquet?” You asked.

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

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

“I’m still listening,” you offered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve certainly met a lot.”

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

“Exciting?”

“No, that’s not it,” she said.

“Honorable?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

She frowned. “I’m serious.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“With matching outfits?”

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

“But it’s just one night!”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

A Question Of Courtship - Kili Durin X Female (Human) Reader

Title: A Question Of Courtship

Kili Durin X Female (Human) Reader

Additional Characters: Bilbo, Lobelia (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Thorin, Dwalin (Mentioned), Balin (Mentioned), Fili, and the rest of the Company (Mentioned)

Requested By: @kpopgirlbtssvt

WC: 3,695

Warnings: Mentions of adoption, Reader is adopted by Bilbo, very brief and slight prejudice, brief mentions of injuries and wounds, italics, nightmares, confession, teasing, banter, counting, Ones, mini angst, and fluff

Twenty-two years ago, on a beautiful sunny morning, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire, had found you on his doorstep. That morning was like any other morning for the Hobbit. He would wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, and then smoke his pipe out in his little garden as the sun rose before readying second breakfast.

But, on one fateful day, Bilbo had finished his breakfast - a smile on his face and his stomach full - as he made his way to the round front door. Upon opening the door, his pleasant grin faded into one of confusion. Right on his little bench, where he always sat at the beginning of the day to watch the sunrise, now held a basket.

A gift perhaps?

Walking over, he stashed his pipe back within his cotton vest, staring down at the brown woven basket, a light blue blanket covering the top; hiding what was underneath. Bilbo was a bit apprehensive, not fully knowing what was inside the basket, but with the thought that it was perhaps food or any baked goods, he reached over to take the blanket off the top.

Instead of any food, he found you. A wee little baby, wrapped in a second blanket - a small seemingly-homemade quilt. You were sleeping, peacefully, and only after tearing his bewildered gaze from you, did he see the note on the top of your quilt. Taking the note, he opened it, and read it;

'Please, whoever reads this, take care of my baby.'

That was it. And as Bilbo looked up from the short letter, he wondered what he was going to do with you. There wasn't even a name of your mother, nor one for you... Bilbo wasn't prepared to take care of a child - a baby - something that needed a lot of attention, food, and love. He was not ready to take care of a child. His mind quickly filled with late nights and ear-piercing crying... His beloved routine would be in shambles. But, when your eyes opened, peering up at him, a little smile appeared on your face... All the thoughts of finding someone more fit to raise you left his mind completely. 

Before Bilbo knew it, he decided to name you 'Y/N.' He was now a father.

A father to a Human. 

Bilbo found out that you were a Human when you grew and surpassed him in height. This was difficult, yes, his home was small, compared to you, but thankfully the ceilings were high enough that if you ducked slightly, you'd be fine. Though, because of your height, you needed specific things for your life to be more comfortable. Such as a bigger bed, which was handmade by one of Bilbo's lovely neighbors, as well as chairs and whatnot. And clothes. Do not get him started on the clothes. Bilbo even expanded his garden, enough to now fully feed both him and you.

And in the beginning, when you were still such a small, little thing, Bilbo was worried about the possible prejudice that would arise. He was worried that some of those in Hobbiton would find you odd. A Human in Hobbiton... But, news of Bilbo's Human daughter was quickly spread, and as quickly as it was spread, it became accepted. People began to forget that you weren't exactly like them - and, in many ways, you weren't. You were kind and gentle, and oh-so very loving; that made everyone around you want to be just as kind and gentle too. 

This brought happiness to Bilbo. You seemed happy. He was happy too. And life was calm and peaceful in the Shire once more.

But, skipping to the present day, that all seemed to change. 

A gentle breeze swept past you as you sat on the edge of the riverbed. You sat upon a large stone, dipping your bare feet into the water. It was warm and soothing and you smiled as you watched fish swim past, occasionally coming up for a moment and nipping lightly at your toes. Your hair was tied back, but little strays were persistent and broke free; framing your face nicely. The setting sun shone brightly on your head but didn’t bother you much. You had grown used to the sunlight and weather and took no offense to it at all. It was warm enough today - despite the breeze - that you wore a thin jacket; which you loved immensely, along with a simple dress, and some leather boots. Being a Human, unlike Hobbits, you were unable to walk around on your bare feet for more than an hour or two at a time without growing uncomfortable; you couldn't count how many times you came home with little sores on the bottoms of your feet.

Your afternoons usually persisted in reading in the small forest near the entrance path to Hobbiton before you traveled around the town, greeting your friends and neighbors before finding yourself sitting down by the river. Hobbiton, though being the only place you've ever been, was a beautiful and peaceful place. You loved it, but you longed for adventure. You often imagined going on adventures to far-off places, seeing large castles, and riding horses. Like the storybooks had told you, but, though you were old enough, Bilbo would always become so uneasy at the mere mention of you leaving Hobbiton. You knew that you could leave if you so wished, but you hated the thought of him being alone. Alone to face the wrath of Lobelia. 

You knew that you were different. And no, not in the way that you were a Human and your friends and family - and father - were not. You were different. Special. When you were twelve, you had been running around with some of the other children, and in the cloud of fun, you had tripped and fallen. Finding your knee all scraped up, you felt tears sting the backs of your eyes. You had carefully brushed the dirt and whatever else away from the somewhat bloody scrap; a tear leaving your eye. It fell, landing on your knee, and within mere seconds, your cut had healed itself. You remembered the feeling of awe and confusion as you stared down at your now perfectly healed knee. You told your father - Bilbo - and with a bit of research, you had learned that your tears could heal injuries. 

Well, when you got older, this fascination with your powers and healing in general, you trained to become a healer. You learned all that you needed to know; certain tonics, plants to use, and ones to stay away from. It was helpful, very helpful in fact, that you became one of the best healers of Hobbiton. Though, there wasn't a lot of healing you had to do. Hobbiton was - as said before - calm and peaceful. There were no wars, no battles, no fights that caused any wounds or anything that needed healing. At most, you had a papercut or a gardening scratch that needed tending to. So, you were free to do anything you pleased, most of the time, most of the day.

But, as the sun began to fall past the horizon, you quickly got up from the stone. Walking home, the grass gradually dried your feet as you made your way home; continuing to hum a song as you got closer and closer. Entering the home, you could smell supper cooking, and you smiled. After a long day, you were excited to eat. Stashing your shoes away, you found your father plating supper, and you joined him, helping him. 

The supper looked delicious, but before either you or your father could even begin to eat or take your first bites, there was a knock on the door. You both looked up at each other, confused. Who would be visiting this late into the night?

"Did you invite someone?" You asked your father, who shook his head.

"No," He looked towards where the door was located, "Did you, my child?"

You shook your own head, "No."

You both then stood, and Bilbo opened the door. There stood a Dwarf. He stared at the both of you - possibly somewhat surprised by you - then the intimidating Dwarf gave your father his heavy furs and weapons. Before you knew it, there were a handful of Dwarves in the Hobbit hole, along with Gandalf. You stood beside your father, hearing the story of Erebor, the dragon, and the Dwarves wanting to reclaim it. It was a thrilling story, and you found yourself wishing and longing that you could come along and help. 

Well, your wish would soon be fulfilled. 

~~~

You had been walking, you didn't know how long, but you didn't care. You were happy, a bright smile on your face as you looked at all the tall trees, and colorful plants; just admiring the world around you. You followed after some of the other Dwarves, your father beside you. It had been a good couple of days since the beginning of the journey to Erebor. Gandalf had convinced the Dwarves - mostly Thorin - that they would need a burglar. A burglar and a healer. 

Your father did not want you to go. He was insistent that you stay home, and watch over the Shire, and his garden, but Gandalf said that you would be a key member of the Company if you came along. You remembered looking up at Gandalf, and with that knowing look in his eyes, you knew that he knew about your powers. You had then spoken, telling him, and Thorin, that you would be honored to come along. Bilbo grumbled and protested against you signing the contract but with a smidge of convincing by you that next morning, both you and your father were running through Hobbiton to catch up with the Company.

You had been collecting flowers, some white ones, pink ones, and even some yellow ones. It had been a good couple of months since the beginning of the journey. Throughout the journey, aside from running away from goblins and trolls, you and the Company had gotten closer. All of the Dwarves, even Thorin, and Dwalin - though they never said anything to you, being so broody and stoic - all the Dwarves had grown to love you. Your kindness and spirit were contagious. They'd all come out of their shells a little - especially Balin, who had taken quite an interest in you and had even begun to teach you Dwarvish.

And Kili... Well, you had unintentionally caught the young Prince's attention since the very beginning. 

Kili watched as you picked flower after flower, taking in everything; your energy, your joy. Everything that made you, you. He found your voice breathtaking, and your words always filled him with such warmth and comfort. He enjoyed the moments he did have with you. The conversations you both shared. The more the journey went on, the more both you and Kili grew closer. You talked about your interests and the things you liked doing. He loved watching you laugh and smile, and hearing the stories that you told. He could listen to your sweet voice for hours on end. Seeing the sun reflect off your hair, the light dusting of freckles across your nose and cheeks, your smile... His heart pounded faster than usual and he felt himself blush. You had no idea what he saw. No clue. No clue as to what you had done to him. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, and Fili noticed this. 

"You should speak to her," Fili spoke, slightly startling Kili out of his thoughts. 

He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts, before he turned to Fili with a questioning glance, "What?"

Fili sighed quietly, glancing from you to his brother once more. "You should tell her how you feel," He explained gently, watching the way Kili looked at you. "Tell her how you feel about her."

Becoming somewhat started, Kili nudged Fili's side, "Must you be so loud?" He whispered, glaring at his older brother who pursed his lips.

"Yes, I must," He whispered back, looking back at you briefly, "Because you are oblivious."

"I'm not oblivious," Kili defended, "Just... Cautious," He admitted, fiddling with a leather strap on his shoulder. "I believe that she is my One, Fee." He spoke softly, his voice nearly drowned in the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves of the trees.

Fili's frown turned around at his words, "Then you must speak to her. You know how important Ones are, Kee."

"I do," He replied calmly, "But..." He trailed off, shrugging helplessly. "I don't think I can. Not yet," He mumbled quietly, almost inaudible, but still audible to Fili. Looking back over at you, Kili sighed... 'Soon,' he thought. Soon, he'd tell you. He just didn't know when. It was hard to have any privacy - or alone time for that matter - when the rest of the Company was present.

~~~

That night, you shot up from your bedroll. Your breathing was uneven and frantic, and you were covered in cold sweat. Glancing around you, seeing that everything was alright, you shook your head. You rubbed your cheeks, hoping that you didn't wake anyone. The nightmare was dark, and gorey. You weren't scared of the goblins or trolls when you had first encountered them, no, but the nightmare changed something inside of you. It frightened you, to the point that you couldn't breathe properly, let alone sleep. You didn't understand why such a thing happened to you, or why such things would plague your dreams. 

"Are you alright?" A voice asked, and it slightly startled you, making you turn your head to see Kili. He sat at the base of a tree; it must have been his night for night watch. 

"Oh, um-" You paused, trying to collect your thoughts and emotions. "My apologies, I am fine." You murmured softly, smiling reassuringly at him. "Just a dream."

Kili merely nodded. After a few moments of silence, Kili finally spoke up. "Do you want to talk about it?"

You pursed your lips, turning your gaze to look at the fire; contemplating before standing. Kili watched as you grabbed your fur blanket, walked over to him, and sat down beside him. "It's nothing to worry about, really," You insisted, "Just about the trolls."

Kili hummed before nodding, "I would understand having such dreams. Trolls are incredibly ugly creatures."

His words made you laugh, and you quickly covered your mouth with a hand to quiet yourself. Thankfully, none of the Dwarves, nor your father, had awoken. His words helped you, making you smile, and a small feeling of happiness spread through you. "Thank you, Kili," You said, leaning towards him slightly. "Your words have indeed helped me. As always."

"Always," He repeated quietly, his smile only growing as you reached out to place your hand on top of his.

~~~

The next morning, Kili awoke first. He was just peeking out from above the horizon, and with a small groan, he tried to stretch; but with the weight that was pressed against his shoulder and side, he stopped. Looking beside him, he found you, fast asleep, your head on his shoulder; blanket covering you, the sunlight shining right onto your face, making you appear like an ethereal being. He felt himself freeze, the warmth radiating off your body and into his. He stared at you for a moment, before glancing down, your hand still covered his. He smiled sadly as his thumb brushed lightly against your skin. 

At your soft sigh, he paused, his chest tightening as you slowly woke,  blinking at the sunlight. "Good morning," Your voice was barely a whisper, and Kili chuckled slightly.

"Good morning." He returned quietly, shifting slightly, careful not to disturb you. "Sleep well? No nightmares?"

"Mhm," You hummed, "No nightmares about ugly trolls." You laughed lightly, causing Kili to smile.

There was another pause between the two of you, neither daring to say anything as the minutes ticked on. Kili watched you as you gazed upon the sunrise, the rays catching every detail of your features, until his mind wandered away. What would you say? What would you say about the fact that his heart raced whenever he gazed upon you, whenever you spoke? Every word that left your lips, it seemed, touched a part of him, deep within the depths of his soul. If he listened, he could hear the echo of your sweet voice, your laughter... If he closed his eyes, he could envision your smile, the light dancing in your eyes. But what if... what if he told you? Would you feel the same? You were his One... He must tell you.

But as the day went on - breakfast being served, traveling closer and closer to the mountain - Kili began to doubt himself. Perhaps, perhaps he wouldn't be able to bring himself to. Would he dare to say it out loud? He wasn't sure. And the longer it lasted, the less confident he became. Finally, after everyone had eaten their fill, the group came to a stop.

"This will be our camp for the night," Thorin announced. "We shall take turns staying up with the watch. Fili and Kili, you can grab sticks for the fire."

Fili quickly spoke, "I can go find food, Kili and Y/N can find wood for the fire."

With that, Thorin raised an eyebrow but allowed it. 

Fili gave Kili an encouraging grin, and Kili let out a deep sigh. Doubt tickled the edges of his mind, but once his eyes met yours - seeing your smile - that doubt fluttered away.

Side by side, you and Kili walked around the woods. The evening sun was slowly falling below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and yellow, creating a beautiful sight. Finally, since the nightmare, you and Kili were together alone. Without the other company or the Company, it was easier for you two to talk without interruption. But now, surrounded by the sounds of crickets chirping, of leaves rustling - all alone - Kili felt nervous again.

"Y/N," His voice brought you attention away from the wildflowers and towards him, a smile on your face, "Can I ask something?"

You frowned slightly, tilting your head to the side, "Of course." And Kili felt a lump swell up in his throat. 

You looked ethereal. The setting sun cast a golden halo around your hair, causing the strands to sparkle in a way that almost blinded him. Your eyes were bright, shimmering, and filled with curiosity. He swallowed hard. He wanted to ask you the question - but he hesitated. How would you respond? Would you even answer? But, he couldn't speak, he was just so mesmerized by you. So lost in your beauty. Lost in your eyes. Lost in your smile. He didn't want to lose you.

"You are so beautiful..." He muttered out, still so lost in the depths of your stare.

A flush painted your cheeks, and you glanced away shyly. "Oh… Th-Thank you, Kili."

His eyes widened as he snapped out of his head, "I- I did not mean to say that out loud." He spoke alarmed,  his expression one of horror as he realized what he had said. He bit his lip. 

You blinked owlishly before letting out a short chuckle. "It is alright," You murmured softly, staring at him with a warm, gentle expression. "Nevertheless, I thank you for the compliment."

He breathed out heavily, unable to stop a smile - albeit a nervous one - from appearing on his face. "I did not mess this up, did I?"

You let out another little laugh, shaking your head, "No, I don't think so."

A sweet, silent understanding swept over the both of you, and as his hands brushed against yours during your little walk through the woods, you both completely forgot to grab any kindle for the fire.

~~~

The next morning - walking towards Erebor - with an encouraging smile from you, Kili jogged up towards your father. Again, the nerves were immense, but he steeled himself, clearing his throat to gain your father's attention. Bilbo looked over at the young Prince, an eyebrow raising.

Around them, it felt like the world had gone silent. Like all attention was on him. Kili let out one more sigh, before speaking, "I would like to ask for your permission to braid Y/N’s hair." Now, everyone's eyes were on him, but Kili stood his ground, looking directly at your father. There was no backing down. He wanted to prove himself.

"Braid?" Bilbo muttered, clearly this was the first he was hearing this, "You want to braid my daughter’s hair?"

Kili nodded, glancing at Thorin, he merely grumbled and continued walking, before Kili realized by Bilbo’s expression that he was confused. “Oh, uh, I mean courting. I would like to court your daughter. She- She is the light of my life. She is my One. I know I do not deserve her, but-" Kili let out a sigh, running a hand through his curls. "Will you allow me to court her?"

Bilbo stared at him with wide eyes, clearly shocked and speechless. His gaze darted back towards you, who stood a couple of meters behind, watching intently, but at the sight of your smile, Bilbo quickly composed himself and let out a deep sigh, nodding. "Alright," Bilbo stated. It was obvious how much both you and Kili smiled at each other, and just from the looks in your eyes. "You may court my daughter." He added, giving him a stern look, "But, if you do anything, I will have my cousin's throw potatoes at you."

Kili's smile grew as he nodded, and he could hear some of the other Dwarves cheering for him. "Thank you, Mister Boggins."

Bilbo let out a deep, dramatic sigh as Kili ran back towards you, taking your awaiting hand. Running a hand down his face, he turned around to see both you and Kili smiling, and he knew then - seeing you both interact with each other - he knew. You were happy together. And he could never be angry. If you were happy, then he was happy too.

~~~

Main Masterlist - The Hobbit/Lord Of The Rings Masterlist

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; To Please a Woman (Kili x Reader)

Summary - Kili learns how to please a woman with his fingers.

Warnings - Smut, language, afab!reader (could possibly be read differently), fingering (reader receiving), sexually innocent!Kili, Kili needs to cut his goddamn nails, mention of bodily fluids (reader), mention of female genitalia (reader), reader whimpers, squirting, hinted at dom!Reader (more towards the end), lowkey praise kink (Kili).

Pronouns & POV - None, third-person

Word Count - 1,200+

A/N - Another suggested smut! "Reader teaches Kili about sex and how to pleasure an AFAB." — @violetteshoneybee (please correct me if I have tagged the wrong person!) I have wanted to write more Kili smuts for a while, so thank you for this suggestion and for your kind words! I hope you enjoy! The reader has no defining features other than soft lips (I might have written plump too, I am unsure if I did). Smut below the cut!

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An all too familiar harmony danced throughout the air, the melody of your uneven breaths accompanied by the squelching click of your eager cunt swayed throughout the air. Yet, this time, the sound was not due to your fingers.

The deep stretch of the youngest dwarven prince's fingers delved deep within your cunt, opening up your moistened, spongy walls as they began to curve into you. His nervous, honey-colored gaze bore up at you as the roughness of his calloused thumb softly grazed between your wet folds, seeking out that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Am I...doing this right?" His question was no louder than a whisper, almost masked by the oozing sounds of pleasure your sopping cunt made around his thick digits. "Yes, gods, yes." The weight of your head tilted backward as you breathed out a response, relishing in the steady speed at which the dwarf's fingers roamed within your cunt.

The soft blur of his auburn hair caught within your view for a moment before the lids of your eyes began to flutter, his thick fingers curling upwards inside of your damp walls—the tips of his nails scraping against your most sensitive, spongy spot in the process.

A soft hiss slipped through your plump lips, causing the dwarf's fingers to halt as his eyes widened in fear. "Fuck, did I hurt you? I am so sorry, we can stop—" The pitch of his voice rose in panic as the fullness of his fingers began to glide back from you. "Kili, I am okay." You quickly assured, your hand moving just as fast as it wrapped around the dwarf's wrist: stopping the length of his fingers from departing from the warmth of your walls any further.

"But you hissed." Kili spoke, his voice no louder than a worried whisper as his gaze bore into you. Looking like a puppy who had been kicked. "I hissed because you need to trim your nails." You explained gently as you slowly slid the length of his fingers back into you, relishing in the slow stretch of his thick digits as a pleased sigh slipped out of your lips.

"O-Oh..." The dwarf stuttered out, his gaze softening as he watched how your warmth swallowed him whole. How the tightness of your cunt stretched around his fingers, devouring them with such ease before they slid slightly out of your, a ring of white around the base of them before they re-entered you—rinse and repeat. "I didn't know...I am sorry." He whispered as his fingers slowly fell back to their previous speed, each curve of his fingers far more gently as they softly bumped against your most delicate spots.

"It is alright, Kili. You are doing great." You breathed, the words dripping with pleasure as you slowly released his wrist from your grasp. The softness of your hand slid down from his wrist to the top of his hands, the tips of your fingers sliding atop the top of his hand—trailing over the veins and his knuckles before reaching the top of his thumb. "Here, let me help you with that." The corners of your lips curved into a reassuring smile as you slowly connected his thumb with your sensitive bundle of nerves; a spark of electricity flooded your veins the moment his rough, calloused thumb came into contact with your twitching clit.

"What do I, erm," Kili began, his thumb lightly pressing into your sensitive clit, causing your back to arch in pleasure. "What do I do?" He whispered, the heat of his gaze burning onto your heavenly figure as he watched your lower abdomen twitch in pleasure at the varied sensations.

"You should—fuck!" The words died upon your tongue as you felt the thickness of his fingers spread out slightly, stretching the inner walls of your core before returning together as the dwarf experimented inside you. "Was that okay?" He questioned softly, slowly beginning to fan out his fingers inside of you yet again, causing your eyes to loop back in pleasure at the sensation. "Gods, yes." You breathed, a smile returning to your lips as you sunk into the snapping motions of his thick fingers inside you.

"Just like that." You sighed in pleasure, almost lost in a trance at the sensations as the dwarf continued his experiments. "Move your thumb." You managed to utter, the lids of your eyes fluttering softly as the weight of your head sunk back further—back arched, pressing the weight of your cunt further into his palm as his fingers moved in and out of your wetness.

"Like this?" His question was barely audible to you the moment his calloused thumb began to dance upon your clit. The pressure grew slightly as small, delicate circles swirled upon it—making your wet walls quiver around the thickness of his fingers. "Gods, yes!" A strained cry of pleasure fell from your lips as your hand dropped from his, now clawing at the furs you rested upon.

The dwarven prince continued his ministrations; there was little rhyme or reason for the pace and variety of movements his fingers did inside of you—snapping, then curling, once even twisting to see how far he could turn his hand with your cunt upon it—yet it was nonetheless pleasurable for you.

As a familiar tingle began to rise from the tips of your toes, you mindlessly bucked your hips into his palm. It started slow, little motions showing he was hitting the right spots as your mewls of pleasure filled the room, but soon turned to you fucking yourself upon his fingers.

Instead of a single utter of complaints, the dwarven prince began to match the pace at which you fucked yourself on his palm. Pulling his hand back as you slid away and meeting your cunt with a snap as you lowered yourself to the base of his thick fingers. All the while, his thumb continued the steady pattern of circles on your clit, applying various amounts of pressure—one moment delicate, the next harsh enough to nearly burn out of pain and pleasure—lulling you to the edge.

It only took a few more thrusts of the dwarf's fingers to turn you into a quivering mess. The room filled with the sound of your pleasure as your essence oozed out of your cunt, dripping down the palm of the prince's hand and rolling down his forearm to his elbow as your inner walls clenched his fingers in a tight grasp.

"Fuck..." You breathed, the weight of your body sinking into the bed as you went limp on the dwarf's palm. The room buzzed, a faint ringing within your ears as your eyes blurred with ecstasy—yet you could still see the smug grin upon the auburn-haired dwarf's lips.

"So..." Kili began, the slow glide of his fingers departing from your cunt caused a soft whimper to fall from your lips—a whimper? You had never made that noise with anyone else. "Did I do good?" The innocent question seemed to ground you in reality as a soft rumble of laughter spread throughout your chest.

The soft blur of your head nodding widened the grin upon his thin lips as the warmth of pride began to spread throughout the center of his chest. "You did great, Kili." You breathed, the bed creaking slightly as you slowly rose onto your forearms. "But next time, cut your damn nails." "Yes, ma'am." He replied quickly; the joking title sent a pleasurable tingle down your spine—but you would deal with that another day.

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Hobbit/LOTR characters when their s/o is upset with them

yes i'm reusing this trope and i dont care its easy-- also lmk if u want more characters and which onessss :3

requests are open (seriously please give me ideas)

Thorin

honestly

his reaction is so dependant on when you're upset with him

if its during the journey he will notice right away

he refuses to go to bed angry at each other

he makes time for you guys to talk every night

if its during his dragon sickness bit

yeah

no

he doesn't give a single shit

telling him that you're upset doesn't even do anything except make him mad

like you're wasting his time

AND

not looking for the stone so like

what the fuck are you doing

if we're talking like after the war

everybody lives au ofc

it probably takes him a little while to notice that you're upset if you don't flat out say anything

he's just slightly busy rebuilding a kingdom

honestly when he does notice or when you tell him

he feels bad

he decides it's time for a break

even if it's just for an hour or two

will take you through the halls just to talk through things

or he'll sit and have tea with you

honestly whatever you wanna do he's down

you are his only priority

if only for an hour

Fili

i would say that he's probably pretty in tune with your emotions

hes a sweet dwarf

will make you tea because he knows your upset

sometimes forgets that hes a little shit

like doesnt realise that things he does can make people upset

let alone you

right over his head

you will have to sit him down and talk with him

he will feel bad immediately

will apologize

offers to make it up to you in any way he can

I feel like if this happens after like the battle and the reclaiming of his future kingdom

he might be a bit busy

but he wants to sit and talk to you every night before bed

even if its just for a few minutes

so when you went to bed without him one night

oh he knows he messed up

theres no way to misinterpret that

will wake you up with kisses and apologies

even if he doesn't know what he is apologizing for

hes just a big sweetie

Kili

sweet boy

another kind of clueless one

id assume that you probably get upset at him sometime during the journey

while yes he is sweet

he can be kind of neglectful without meaning to be

he feels like he has to prove himself to his uncle because he is different from the other dwarves.

has a lot on his mind

i feel like he deffo neglects your relationship at times bc of it

which is why you pulled back

not pushing for affection as much as you did before

letting him get himself into bad situations

reminding him to eat/sharpen his sword

setting up his bedroll while he goes off to help with camp set up

it takes him a couple days to realize something is off

bc he totally doesnt realize how much you're actually looking out for him

it hits him one night after dinner that his bed roll isnt set up? and its not next to you? and you're already asleep?

wait when did he actually sit down and talk to you last?

doesn't sleep that night, just sits and watches you while thinking back on the past like week

as soon as you wake up he's by your side and asking if you guys could take a walk before the journey starts for that day

you agree

he immediately starts apologizing and explaining himself

i think the best way to deal with it is to like

have a nice sit down and talk it out

maybe not right at that moment but

eventually you guys have a long talk where you both talk about how you're feeling with the relationship and just emotionally and i think that solves a lot

like he lets u know just how insecure he is bc of how different he is

and you can talk about feeling neglected

at the end of it all he promises to put more effort but also wants you to know that you dont HAVE to do all those things for him to notice you/love you

very healthy tbh

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Does anyone still write for/take requests for Fili, Kili, and Bofur? I miss them sooooooo much!!!!

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Troubled Hearts

Read parts One and Two here: Fluttering Hearts Unsure Hearts

Warnings: guy being creepy, threats of violence, drinking (not reader) we're getting into the angst here guys sorry

a/n: hi, hello, I'm alive sorry for falling off the face of the planet. When I went to go grab the link for part two I realized that I hadn't updated this story since JANUARY!?!?! here is my formal apology: sorry. My goal is to have parts four and five up sometime this month so I can be ready to jump into CozyTober when it starts. Anyway, much love I hope y'all are still interested in the story if not I understand.

Kili Durin x Human!Soulmate!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Kili must hate himself, there is no other reason for why he’s putting himself through this. Months have passed since you had kind of sort of opened up to him and he couldn’t get you to do it again. He’d been spending his nights the same way, a constant presence at the bar. No matter the weather, the dwarf prince would be posted up on a stool. He slowly sipped the same pint throughout the entire evening and his eyes followed you like a hawk. 

You would have thought that his attentions would have waned by now, you’ve been busy with the bar, Brant unable to keep up in his old age. You figure that he was letting you take control. You never really planned to set down roots in Dale, it was supposed to simply be a stop on your journey. 

You had stumbled into the town late one evening and needed a place to stay, despite the tavern not being an inn and not technically having an extra room, Brant was kind enough to let you stay for the night, as long as you worked it off the next day. One night turned into a week, turned into a month and you realized just how much you enjoyed working at the tavern.

You enjoyed feeling needed, even if it was just to refill someone’s glass. You enjoyed putting in effort and watching yourself get better at all the different skills necessary for a place like this, and you enjoyed the subtle anonymity of it all. Nobody really knew why you were there and nobody had really asked either. Your past didn’t follow you and if you were lucky it never would. You had worked hard and carved out a little life for yourself here, a life that you loved.

Well, a life that you loved most of the time. Up until those nights when every man was just a little too drunk, every woman glared just a little too much and your skin felt just a little too wrong on your body. You did your best to let it all fall off your back, to push through and let yourself be lost in your work but you didn’t always succeed.

You were not sure what hour of the night it was, it seemed that within these four walls, time flew and stood still all at once. What you did know however was that you were getting sick of Roland’s jeers and jibes. You were sure that it was his way of flirting, but you had never really ascribed to the type of flirting where you tore the other person down in the hopes that they begged you to build them back up. Roland was a dick. It was as simple as that and if he thought he had a chance with you he was sorely mistaken.

He had yet to get that through his thick skull though. You balanced a tray of pints above your head with one hand and a tray of food in the other. You expertly wove in between patrons, making your way to the back where Roland and his men often gathered.

“Ah, here she is. Lovely lady with a body to match.” He didn’t wait for you to place the tray down on the tabletop next to him. He just reached his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. His hand digging into the flesh there and making you move towards him to try and get away.

“What do you think lads? Don’t we make a pretty picture?” There were slight nods from the men around you, most of them had eyes only for the ale you were still holding. You noticed that this was often the case. Roland spoke and told stories, he was loud but nobody ever really listened to him.

“I think… that I have more work to do so if you would kindly remove your arm from my waist…” You looked at him, arching an eyebrow. “Before I have to remove it for you.” 

He chuckled deeply in his throat but followed your instruction and released you.

“Alright Gents, here are your pints and your pies, anything else for tonight?” Nobody spoke up, except for a few mutters of thanks. “Well, you know where to find me if that changes.”

You made your way back up to the front of house, sliding behind your bar and releasing a deep breath.

“I don’t understand how you do it.” You look up and into the eyes of the dwarf who just spoke.

“Do what Kili?”

“How you let him treat you like… that like you belong to him.”

You bristle at this. “I belong to nobody but myself Your Highness.”

“I know this, and you know this, but the brute doesn't seem to get it.”

“The brute is manageable Kili, he and his friends give this place far too much business for me to be anything less than civil with them.”

“Civil is fine, I just don’t wish to see you get hurt.”

“I appreciate that Kee, but I can handle myself.” 

“I never thought you couldn’t, I just want you to know that you don’t have to handle everything on your own.”

“I’ve been on my own for a long time, it's not easy to give that up.” You see a customer flag you down a few tables away. “Know this, my dwarf prince, should I need protecting… you’re the one I’d ask.” You smile at Kili and pass him offering him a small smile as you get back to work.

The night continues much the same, people come and go. The group in the back gets steadily more rowdy and you glance at the clock every once in a while hoping that the hands will have moved further than they have.

You serve food and drink to several patrons throughout the night, most kind some not as much. You were being truthful with Kili when you had told him you’d come to him. You just didn't think you’d ever need to. Your past wasn't the nicest and you’d quickly learned to take care of yourself because the people who are supposed to take care of you won’t always be there when you need them to be.

The time flew by faster than you’d thought, you’d apparently been lost inside your head for most of the night. The only light was that of the candles on each table and the fireplace next to the kitchen which was miraculously still lit. You’re not sure how, it's your job to keep it going and you know that you hadn’t stoked it all night. 

The darkness outside creeps into the space and more and more people begin their journey home. All your regulars settle with you or get glared at for their insistence that they’ll pay up next time. Eventually the space empties… mostly. Roland and his friends have settled a little but they still sit vigil in the back of the space, you lost count of how many rounds they’ve had but none of them are belligerent so it couldn’t have been more than eight. 

“Y/N, Another!” One of his comrades yells toward you. You forget his name, Roland’s never-ending cycle of yes men made it difficult to learn names, so at some point, you’d stopped trying.

“I don’t know if you Gent’s noticed, but we’re closed. Go home, I’m sure your wives are wondering where you are.”

“What the old lady doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” The same man yelled out, his remark setting off a burst of laughter from his buddies.

“Come Y/N, one more round and we’ll leave when we’re done.” Roland turned his body to face you and what you imagine to be his attempt at a suave smirk graced his face. 

“Sorry boys, but closed means closed, settle your tabs and go home.” You roll your eyes at the grumbling and whining that come from the group of grown men but do not sway in your decision. One by one they come and hand you some coin, some thank you and some say nothing but all of them leave as they were told.

Roland is the last to come up, as he so often is. “I don’t know why you spend so much time here, if you were mine you’d not have to work one more day in this place.”

“Well, I’m not yours and I like working here.” You place your hand on your hips and cock one out to the side. 

“Yet.” Roland leans over the bar and licks his lips. You lean back in order to put distance between your face and his. 

“Not ever.” You firmly reply. “I am your barmaid nothing more, the sooner you get that the sooner you can move on wooing the other ladies this wonderful town has to offer.”

“Ah, but none of these other ladies stir me as much as you do.” His grin becomes sharper and he moves even closer to you. 

The space behind the bar isn’t very large, big enough for one person really, and with how far he’s leaning you can feel your back brushing against the shelves behind you. 

“The only thing I want from you Roland is payment for your tab and for you to leave.” Your voice carried the weariness that was creeping into your heart, men like Roland rarely took no for an answer. You didn’t want to have to hurt him, it would be hard to explain. 

“Such harsh words darling, I promise I’m not nearly as bad as you think I am.” He reached forward and grasped your wrist. You pulled away instinctively and his grip hardened. “I think you might even like it.” Your face screwed up and you bared your teeth ready to rip out of his hold.

“Get your hand off her.”

Your head whipped to the voice. Kili. Why was he still here? How long had he been here? How much had he seen?

“Piss off runt, this is between me and the lady.” Roland didn’t move his eyes away from you.

“Remove your hand from my One or lose it, you oaf.” Kili growled from the corner of the room. The sharp sound of metal reverberated from the space and if you thought the rage on Kili’s face was intense, it was even more striking with a sword in his grip.

Both you and Roland were looking at the dwarf now. Your lips had parted and your eyes widened. Not only because you were sure blood would be spilled tonight but because of what Kili said. A thousand thoughts ran through your head all in the same second. You had to shake yourself back to the present.

Roland’s grip on your wrist slacked a bit and you took the opportunity to bring your arm to your chest. Your eyes bounced between the two men. You looked around behind the counter, searching desperately for something you could use. You let out a breath when you caught sight of the wooden handle resting on top of a wet rag.

“Pay the lady and leave, like she asked.” Kili took a step closer to the brute his posture reminding you of a coiled snake, muscles tight underneath his skin and ready to strike. 

“I do not take orders from dwarves.” Roland’s voice had deepened, his frustration bleeding through into every syllable. His hand reached out towards the axe holstered on his belt.

“You will either leave here with your dignity, or you will not leave at all. That I can be sure of.”

“Mighty words for an imp.” Roland pulled his axe from his belt and took a step towards Kili. As much as you might like to see the two fight, and you really did.  You needed to stop this before it started. 

You grasped the knife that had been lying on the towel and firmly drove it into the counter in front of you. The noise stopped both men in their tracks and they turned their heads to you, not yet dropping their battle stances.

“Enough. I will not be cleaning any blood off these walls tonight. Roland, you're drunk and daft-  a combination no woman in her right mind would want. Leave and don’t show your face here again. There are plenty of other places to drink, choose one.” You look into his eyes as you rip the knife from the wood, pointing it towards him and gesturing towards the door. 

He grumbles but holsters his axe and begins to leave.

“Oaf, you forget something?” Kili called out to him. You cut your eyes to the dark-haired prince narrowing your gaze on him. “Or are you the type of man to run out on his debt?” 

Roland turns slowly and his hand flexes by his side. He takes a large breath before grabbing a small leather bundle from his coat pocket and throwing it up on the counter. Kili smirks and nods his head. 

Roland lets out a low growl but continues on his path, pushing past the doors and onto the street. You don’t move until he turns the corner. At which point you deflate. Your head falls forward like a puppet without strings and you take a deep breath to soothe your racing heart.

“What was that?” Your question, head still bowed.

“What?” Kili takes a step toward you and you shoot up.

“What was that Kili!?” Your chest heaves with every breath you take. “I had it handled, I don’t need you coming in here and threatening people!”

“He put his hands on you!” Kili shouts.

“So you pull your sword?! I do not need a bodyguard Kili let alone one with a temper as bad as yours.” You throw your hand up and drag one across your forehead. “Know this, Your Highness, I have no intention of being claimed by you.” Kili’s eyes grow wide and he opens his mouth to speak, “Do not think I don’t know what a One is, I have traveled these lands for a very long time.” You interrupt him. “I have been claimed by far too many men far too many times, I told you, I belong to nobody but myself now. Do you understand?” You look into his eyes, waiting for a response.

“I have no intention of claiming you, I simply wish to share my life with you.” 

“That is very sweet Kili, but you don’t me. You cannot possibly wish to spend your life with me.”

“Then let me get to know you.” He pleads, “I have never felt like this before.” He takes several steps towards you, pulling your hand into his own and looking up into your eyes. “They say that being with your One is the greatest joy a dwarrow can know. I have had a taste now, being in your space, speaking with you, hearing your laugh, and seeing you smile. It has made me feel more alive than any battle and made my heart more full than it has ever been. I will not force you into anything, I care for you too much for that but I will plead with you. Please amralime, give me a chance to make you as happy as you make me. Let me stay by your side and know you not just as a friend but as a partner, through all things.”

His words steal the breath from your lungs and the beat from your heart. They make you feel like you're flying and sinking all at the same time. There is a part of you, deep down that is screaming for you to give in, to let him love you. 

“Kili I-” You pause, “I am tired. Tired of a great many things. I-I I think you should go.” You turn from him and blink back the tears that flood your eyes. You hear him sigh followed by the creek of the floorboard he stands on as he shifts his weight. He does not speak though, simply drops his arm from where it had been holding your hand and makes his way to the door. 

You hear it open and your shoulders tense, the chill air floods into the room and nips at your skin. Then the door shuts and you're alone. Not for the first time, you question if this really is all for the best.

Next: Hesitant Hearts

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My Sweet Valentine ~ Kili x Human!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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