#Midearthwritings Rewriting Challenge

[midearthwritings]

Beating Hearts

Bodies covered in wounds, Thorin and you help each other bathe after Azog’s attack.

Words Count: 1,622

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Warning: Nudity, Wounds

Author’s Note: So this is my take on my own Rewriting Challenge. I picked the prompt n°2 "Taking care of each other" and quote n°30 "Careful, we do not want you getting hurt". I have also decided to write for Thorin because my first fic posted on here was Thorin x Reader.

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The flames were high, licking at your skin and trying to rip the garments off your body to bite the flesh. They wrapped around the falling trees like starving snakes, devouring the leaves and branches one by one. Thorin lied amongst the wooden corpses, unconscious. Despite the violent urge to come to his rescue, you could not do anything but stare, surrounded and trapped by the raging fire. 

As the Orc raised his blade, ready to strike and put an end to the King’s life, you let out a broken sob. You stepped forward, but the red monster’s teeth sank into your ankle, burning through your clothes and making you hiss in pain. Defeated, you watched the glistening steel plunging towards Thorin.

A series of loud splashes dragged you back to reality. Naked dwarves were running past you, eager to dive into the clear water. Their limbs were covered in cuts and bruises of various sizes, but it did not seem to bother them in the least. They happily jumped around and wrestled like they were not bearing any wounds. 

Slowly, the strings of your tunic fell from your fingers, falling back against your chest. Your arms followed the movement and slumped down to dangle lazily at your sides. Enthralled by their cheerfulness, you stared at Fíli and Kíli ganging up together against Dwalin and at Ori, who was incessantly splashing water at his older brothers. 

You were still fully clothed and aware that you might have been looking like an idiot, standing there with your mouth hanging open. 

“They are another kind of people, these dwarves, aren’t they?” 

In the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of brown curls and pointy ears. The words were spoken softly, yet they held no sorrow or pain. Even the halfling was somewhat feeling peaceful enough to jest. 

“I suppose they are,” you murmured, your eyes following the waves the dwarves were making with their brutal games. “Are you not bathing, Bilbo?”

“Ah, well,” he began. You heard the rapid tapping of his foot on the ground and a sniffle as he rubbed his nose “Later, maybe, once they all went back to the camp.” 

You hummed understandingly and shot him a quick glance. His hair looked dirty, and so did his face. Buried inside a pocket of his coat, Bilbo’s hand was moving as he fidgeted with something. Probably a loose string. 

“What about you?” he asked, elbowing you gently, careful not to hit you too hard. “Are you not bathing?” 

Beneath your boot, sparks of pain shot through your ankle, a reminder of how bad it would hurt if your dared step into the water. You grimaced and shifted a little in an attempt to soothe the pain.

The halfling’s question already forgotten, you scanned the river. You looked at Dwalin who was finally being pushed under the surface by the younger prince, at Bofur who was scrubbing his hair, and then, at an empty spot in the middle of them all.

Silently, you counted the dwarves. One of them was missing. Thorin was nowhere in sight. You felt your heart sink into your shoes at the very thought that something might have happened to him. 

“Bilbo,” you breathed out, your voice shaking enough for him to perceive the fear in it. “Where is Thorin?”

Air filled your lungs abruptly, and it felt as if you were about to explode. You could see the flames again, angry and greedy, ravaging everything within their reach. You could feel them again, wrapping around your throat, burning and choking you.

Tears began to blur your vision when a gentle hand found its way to your shoulder. The touch was reassuring, and you allowed yourself to relax into it.

“I saw him going this way,” Bilbo said, pointing to a big boulder a few feet away from you. 

You thanked him with a nod and began walking away, following his indications. Your foot and ankle were on fire and each step was more painful than the previous one. 

When you tripped on a well-hidden rock, your hands finding the boulder’s cold surface for leverage, you let out a choked cry. The pain was excruciating, worse even than when you had received the wound.  

A strong pair of arms circled your hips, carefully pulling your back to your feet. You melted into the embrace, your back falling against the broad chest you now knew by heart. The familiar scent and warmth enveloped your body, causing you to sigh contentedly. 

“Careful,” Thorin murmured, his hot breath tickling your ear. “We do not want you getting hurt.” 

Spinning around to face him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your fingers in his dark mane. Despite the urgent need to be washed, his hair felt so soft, and the few silver strands made him look like a finely crafted jewel. 

“I already am,” you replied, resting your forehead against his. 

At your words, you felt his nails digging into your flesh, causing you to bite back a hurt moan. Thorin gave you an apologetic caress and rubbed his nose against your cheek. 

“I shall have the Orc’s head,” he declared through clenched teeth, which made you snicker rather loudly. 

“You shall help me bathe, first,” you replied, playfully hitting his chest. 

It was the King’s turn to let out a pained groan, shutting his eyes tightly as if to forget that he was hurt. You frowned and cupped his cheeks, cradling his face tenderly. 

Thorin opened his eyes again, staring directly at you. He looked dreamy, like this, even with all the cuts and scratches on his skin. 

“I believe I am the one who must help you,” you said quietly, beginning to unlace his tunic. 

“I need no help,” he grumbled in all his dwarven glory. How stubborn they could be sometimes... But still, he raised his arms above his head, allowing you to peel the fabric off his body. 

The King’s chest was tainted in bright red and blue patches, due to several falls and hits. You brushed your fingertips over his bruises, barely touching him. 

“How reckless you are, for a King,” you stated before leaning down to press your lips to his blackened skin. 

“And how lucky to have such a caring heart beating for me.”

With a chuckle, you kissed his skin again before resuming undressing him. Slowly and carefully, he gave you the same treatment, removing your garments one by one. Soon, you were standing before each other, unclothed. 

Thorin looked at you from head to toe, a slight grin on his lips. His fingertips traced invisible swirls and curves on your skin, pulling soft sighs out of your mouth. 

“Mahal has blessed us both,” he whispered.

“How so?” you asked, taking his hand in yours and entwining your fingers. Although, you already knew his answer. 

And as if you could communicate with your minds only, he did not even voice it. He simply looked at you, thousands of stars illuminating his eyes, covering every inch of your skin with a veil made of his love. 

Walking backward, your steps looking slightly crooked due to your wounded ankle, you guided him to the river bank. But before you could step into the water, he stopped you. You saw his eyes fall to the patch of burnt skin above your foot. 

“Sit down,” he ordered. “We will have Oín examine you later.”

“What about you?” you questioned, lowering yourself to sit onto the fresh grass. Slowly, you dipped your untouched leg into the water. You gasped a little at how cold it was, and perhaps a little in surprise when Thorin entirely dived into it without hesitation. 

“I do not need to be looked after,” Thorin replied, settling one big palm over your knee. 

As he grabbed a piece of cloth behind you, you rolled your eyes exasperatedly. Stubborn dwarves… 

Thorin dipped it into the river to wet it before bringing it to your shoulder. Slowly, he began scrubbing the dirt away. He repeated the motion all over your body, paying special attention to the areas that had been mistreated. 

While he washed you, pouring all of his heart and soul into the task, you ran your fingers through his hair again. You hummed a soft tone as you scratched the nape of his neck lovingly. 

“You sound joyous,” he noted, rubbing the wet cloth over your calf.

“How could I not?” you said, bringing his face close to yours. He rubbed the tips of your noses together, causing you to chuckle. “You are alive, and so I am. Isn’t it enough?”

Thorin’s face broke into a smile and you could have sworn that your heart had begun singing. It was like seeing a star in the sky that showed up only once every century or so. It was breathtaking. 

“It is more than enough,” he whispered. 

And he leaned forward, sealing your lips in a chaste kiss. It did not last long, barely a second, but it was enough for your guts to twitch happily and for you to snatch the cloth from his hands. 

Thorin arched his brows as you plunged it into the water again, giving him an innocent look. 

“What?” you asked, bringing the cloth to his chest and carefully beginning to wash him as well. “If you refuse my help then I shall force you to accept it.” 

The King simply hummed, leaning into your touch. And as you gently rubbed one particular bruise on the left side of his chest, you felt his heart beating loudly, following the melody of yours. And you smiled, for you knew it was beating only for you.

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[guardianofrivendell]

Slippery When Wet

Fíli & OC Tullaina

A/N: This is part of @midearthwritings re-writing challenge (this is also horribly late, I’m so sorry!!). I chose their work “Let Your Love Wash Over Me” and rewrote it to fit Fíli and Tullaina’s storyline and made it into one of their many ‘almost’ moments.

Warnings: two idiots in love, one innuendo, Fíli letting his mind wander for a moment (which makes it more of an M rated fic, so a little nsfw but nothing explicit) and Kíli’s impeccable timing as always

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The sound of the river made every member of the company excited. It had been days, maybe even weeks, since the last time they saw water deep enough to bathe. 

Thorin felt the eyes burning in his back, waiting for him to give the order to make camp early so they would have the time for a bath before the sun set. He smiled to himself, debating whether or not to wait until one of them was desperate enough to say something out loud but he decided to have mercy on them and gave the order.

He didn’t think he ever saw them set up camp so fast. Within half an hour they made a fire pit, gathered enough firewood, the bedrolls were all laid out, the ponies were taken care of and Bombur had made a headstart on dinner. 

“Alright,” Thorin spoke up, gaining everyone’s attention. “You have thirty minutes to bathe and wash your clothes if needed.”

Everyone started to get up to grab a change of clothes and whatever they brought with them to bathe and one by one the dwarves made the descent to the river. 

“Not you, Tullaina, it’s your turn to keep watch over our belongings,” Thorin stopped her and Tullaina looked up at him with a sigh. She didn’t even bother to protest, she knew that as soon as most of the company were back it would be her turn to go and bathe. Sure, it would be dark and therefore a lot colder, but at least she could enjoy some peace and quiet on her own. 

Her eye caught Fíli’s when he took his bag with bathing supplies out of his pack - which wasn’t much, a bar of soap he took with him from Bilbo’s place and a rag - and he looked at her apologetically. 

“Don’t drown on me,” she teased, giving him a small smile and a playful wink when she lowered herself to the ground.

Fíli blinked a few times, taken aback by her playful mood, before he realised she was waiting for a reply.

“Oh, n-no, I never go deep.” The second the words left his mouth he regretted them. Tullaina’s eyes widened and he heard Thorin bark out a laugh he tried to disguise as a cough. 

“No! Not like that! You know I didn’t… That’s the last thing I want-” Fíli tried to explain, but hopelessly making it worse, suggesting he could never think about Tullaina like that, while in reality it couldn’t be further from the truth. 

She waved his words away, laughing but it didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s fine, I knew you didn’t mean anything by it.”

Kíli had watched their interaction with mirth, and it gave him an idea. Maybe it was time for him to get involved. Mahal knew his brother needed more than a little shove in the right direction. 

“Uncle, it’s not safe to leave her here by herself. Someone should stay with her,” he spoke up. 

“Excuse me, I’m perfectly capable of keeping an eye on your things,” Tullaina yelled from her place at the other side of camp, having heard what Kíli said. 

“I was simply thinking of your safety,” Kíli yelled back. “What if the camp is raided by a pack of orcs while we’re away? You’ll be on your own!”

“You don’t think I can handle them?” Tullaina scoffed while she got to her feet and drew her twin swords. When she stood like that, there was no doubt who taught her how to use them. It had his brother’s signature all over it. 

“If you two keep yelling like that, there’s no doubt something will come and find us,” Thorin interrupted them. “Kíli, since you’re so concerned about her, you can stay.”

“Nuh-uh, I already have first watch later tonight thank you. Fíli on the other hand would be happy to stay with her, right Fee?” 

Fíli froze midstep, before he slowly turned around. He knew he should’ve made more haste and join the others when they hurried down the hill to the river. He narrowed his eyes at his little brother, who had too much fun putting him in this situation but Kíli simply put his thumbs up before he disappeared in the forest, following Thorin to the river.

“Sorry you got stuck with me,” he heard her say when he made his way over to her, his feet dragging over the sand, giving her the impression he didn’t want to stay behind.

“No! No, please don’t think that, Tullaina,” Fíli hurried to change her mind. “I’m always happy to be in your company. You know that right?”

Tullaina looked up and he saw the biggest face-splitting grin on her face, rivaling that of his brother. He let himself fall down on the ground next to her with a thud, their shoulders almost touching.

“Don’t do that,” Fíli sighed relieved, bumping her shoulder with his.

“What?”

“You know I hate it when you do that.”

“When I do what?” Tullaina repeated curiously. 

“When you let me think I’ve upset you,” he admitted, fidgeting with his hands around his knees before he started picking at his fingers, trying to get the dirt from under his nails.

She snorted. “Oh trust me, if I’m upset with you, you would know.”

“Like that one time Kíli tried to get you over your fear of spiders?”

He remembered how scared she had been. Kíli had spent the entire afternoon outside catching spiders, before he released them in Tulls’ room. He wanted to help her face her fear, but it had turned against him. Fíli had rushed to her the minute she started screaming, only to see her standing outside of her room with his younger brother who was trying his best to calm her down but horribly failing, and as soon as she’d seen Fíli, she burst into tears and immediately rushed into his arms. His ears still flushed every time he thought about that moment. Kíli had experienced first hand how angry Tullaina could be once she was calmed down enough. 

Tullaina shuddered at the memory before she started laughing. “Yeah, he won’t be trying that again.” 

Fíli chuckled softly and looked in the direction the others had disappeared in. It wouldn’t take long for the first ones to return, and since they were alone now, maybe it was the time to-

“It was a good thing you were there to save me,” Tullaina interrupted his thoughts, bumping her shoulder against his. 

“I will always be there to save you,” he promised her, returning the gesture. 

Tullaina met his eyes and she was surprised to see the sincerity in them. She knew he meant it. They didn’t encounter any real danger so far, but Tulls didn’t have any doubt that if they did, both brothers would try to defend her as best as they could, even if she didn’t need their help. There was no one else she felt as safe and secure with as with Fíli and Kíli. 

And yet somehow with the golden-haired brother it felt different.  

Like now, how she felt the blood rise in her cheeks as she was staring at him. He didn’t look away, his blue eyes locked in hers, searching them and she was wondering what he was trying to find. 

Fíli suddenly sat up straighter and rubbed his thighs before he turned towards her again. 

“Tulls, there is something that I-”

The snapping of twigs sounded behind them and both Tullaina and Fíli jumped up from the ground.

“Stay behind me,” Fíli hissed, holding his arm out to keep her from moving forward while his other arm pulled out a knife from Mahal knows where. 

Tullaina stepped around him anyway, ignoring his protests. She placed her hand on his arm which held the knife, pushing it down. 

“You’re overreacting, it’s only Dori and Ori,” she said, rolling her eyes, “you can hear Dori complaining all the way from here.”

“I told you, didn’t I? Those rocks are slippery, you need to be careful. But you never listen,” they heard the oldest Ri-brother mutter. 

And sure enough, a few moments later Dori came out of the bushes, supporting Ori. It turned out Ori slipped on the rocks at the riverside and hurt his elbow. 

Tullaina chuckled when she saw Ori’s face, she knew how the young scribe hated being mothered by his older brother. 

“You can come with me next time,” she promised him when Dori was too busy rummaging through Oin’s medicine bag, earning her a grateful smile.. 

She missed how Fíli glared at Ori after that, too busy with helping Dori look for the right salve and simultaneously preventing him from messing up Oin’s organized system. 

*

Thorin had given them half an hour, but it took them about an hour and a half instead before each member of the company save Fíli and Tullaina was freshly washed and groomed.

The minute Tullaina caught sight of Thorin, she took her soap, oil and a change of clothes and bolted into the trees, making her way down to the river.

She had just laid her swords and knives down at the riverside, her bow and arrows left behind with her pack at the campsite, when Fíli burst out of the bushes, panting from the effort of getting there as fast as possible. He called her name, frantically looking around and visibly relaxing when he spotted her at the edge of the water.

“How many times do I have to tell you you can’t just run off like that!”

“At least once more, halwuzbad-dashatê,” Tullaina teased while she was untying her boots, knowing Fíli hated it when she used his title. (my dear prince)

“What if there were Orcs? Or wargs? Or worse?”

“If there were Orcs or anything else in the area, they have been chased away by the mere sight of the company’s naked dwarven buttocks. Trust me, we’re safe.”

He threw his own weapons on top of Tullaina’s and turned around when he noticed she was starting to undress. 

“You can go first,” he said, closing his eyes for good measure.

“Don’t look, I’m going in,” Tulls yelled but Fíli wouldn’t even dare open his eyes. She knew she could trust him, ever the gentleman. Or dwarf.

Once Tullaina had given him the go to turn around, he made quick work of undressing himself and stepping into the water.

The sun was already disappearing behind the trees, taking its warmth with it and the water was freezing, but Fíli hardly noticed. He waded through the water until he was standing only a few steps away from her, the water reaching up to his pecs. Tullaina had her back turned towards him, too busy washing her hair to notice him. 

Fíli couldn’t help but use her distraction and let his eyes linger on her for a moment. 

He knew how she disliked her hair. It was unruly, the curls almost having a life of their own, she didn’t want to braid it and the clasp she used wasn’t enough so it kept getting in her eyes. It never stayed the way she wanted it to and ever since they left for the quest, Tullaina was constantly plucking twigs and leaves out of her hair. It almost worked like a magnet, even if they didn’t go through a forest or near any tree, she still got leaves stuck in it by the end of the day.

But now it cascaded down her back like a gentle waterfall, covering her body - he wouldn’t stare if it wasn’t the case - the ends floating on the surface of the water. The image of her like this took his breath away and he forgot for a moment why he was here. 

She was absolutely gorgeous. And he was completely and utterly in love with her. He wasn’t scared anymore to admit it to himself. 

It was almost embarrassing how his fingers twitched, eager to move her hair over one shoulder so he could place open mouthed kisses on her exposed neck and shoulder, his lips following the trail of the water droplets. 

He would offer to wash her back, letting the rag trace every curve, he’d memorize every freckle, every birthmark. Tullaina wasn’t ticklish at all, so Fíli could let his fingers graze her sides ever so gently, before he would sneak his hands around her and slowly go up… and up…

He shook his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts before he had to think of an excuse why he needed more time in the water. Fíli concentrated on getting the grime off his skin and out of his hair instead, rubbing his skin a little harsher than was necessary. 

After a few minutes Tullaina announced she was ready and was going to get dressed so she could start washing her clothes.

He hummed in response, telling her to be careful. The rocks at the riverside were slippery after all.

“Okay, Dori,” Tulls laughed and she patted his shoulder when she passed him, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.  

She was almost done when Fíli finally emerged from the water. Tullaina kept her eyes trained on the tunic in her hands, giving him as much privacy as she could. It was not until he dropped his clothes in the water next to her and followed her example, that she looked up at him. 

“You have to hurry, our time is almost up and it’s getting dark,” she said, trying not to focus too much on his bare chest. Fíli didn’t bring a change of clothes in his haste to find Tullaina, but his tunic was in desperate need of a wash. He would change into his spare clothes back at camp. 

“Okay, Dori,” he repeated her words. 

Oh, we’re teasing again are we, Tullaina thought and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She was about to give Fíli a playful shove in an attempt to push him back into the water when she suddenly lost her footing on the slippery rocks. 

It all happened in a few seconds, Tullaina falling backwards with a shriek, heading for what surely would have been a painful fall on the rocks if Fíli hadn’t turned around and caught her in his arms.

“See? Always there to save you,” he chuckled.

Tullaina’s chest was heaving, not just because she could have seriously injured herself and now she had no choice but to admit that both Dori and Fíli had been right, but mostly because she was in Fíli’s arms with almost no space between them. They had to go back, the sky turning dark, but she found that she didn’t want to let go of him. Not yet.

Fíli was having similar thoughts.

When he noticed how close they were, he opened his mouth to apologize but the words stuck in his throat. He still had his arms around her waist, his fingers digging into her flesh to keep her up. 

He was close enough to count every freckle on her nose and cheeks and see the small cracks in her chapped lips because she kept biting them - a habit of hers he both hated and loved. Her deep brown eyes were always kind and warm, even when she was sad. Her hair was almost dry, the curls framing her face bouncing and dancing around with the soft evening breeze. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt himself slip away. He was drowning in everything that she was. 

Her eyes searched his blue ones, an unspoken question in them. She licked her dry lips, wetting them and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and Fíli almost lost his resolve there and then. 

She was so close, he only had to move his head slightly forward and...

“Tulls, I-”

But then Kíli appeared from between the trees, yelling at them, “Are you two almost done? I can’t keep Bombur from eating your plates forever you know!”

Fíli immediately let go of Tullaina, as if she’d burned him. Both of them took a step backwards, the spell broken and the tension between them completely gone. 

Tullaina quickly bent down to collect her now freshly washed clothes and her weapons and rushed by Kíli, disappearing in the forest before Fíli could say anything.

Kíli had followed her with his eyes and when he turned back to face his brother, his wide smile said it all.

“Not a word,” Fíli growled, pointing his finger to his brother to shut him up.

“Wasn’t going to,” Kíli grinned, raising his hands. “But I am sorry for interrupting whatever it was.”

Fíli sighed, he didn’t know what it was or what could’ve happened if Kíli didn’t have such poor timing. He grabbed his tunic and weapons from the ground and slung them over his shoulder, wrapping his other arm around his brother’s shoulders.

“You didn’t interrupt anything, nadadith, Tulls slipped and I caught her, that’s all.” (brother that is younger) 

There was still plenty of time for them to sort out whatever it was that was growing between them. He wanted to do this right, properly ask her if he could court her after they reclaimed Erebor, follow the rules and make courting gifts. Tullaina deserved that. 

Someday.

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[thespiritoflife]

I joined the re - writing challenge from this clever writer - @midearthwritings. First of all, I wish you only the best for the 7month anniversary and a lot of followers! Just keep doing great work! You are really good writer, I wish to be smart as you.

I hope you all will like this story. Please lemme know this! Thanks.

I used this quote: Why is it that you are crying?

Pairing: Fili x reader

Warnings: mention of character's death, angst, grammatical errors

It's just a fiction! It is story out of my mind..

Summary: just read this please, i don't want to reveal anything😌😉

Coronation of golden prince

Thorin was lying on that deathbed, his face was full of pain and pain.

"Fili," he whispered.

Fili ran to him immediately.  His heart broke when he saw his uncle dying.  Eventually, after all that, a severe illness was killing him.

"You will be a good king. You are ready, I know that," Thorin whispered.

  "Thorin ... you were the best king Erebor could wish for."

Thorin smiled through his tears.  "Watch over Kili. He won't endure my death well."

Fili nodded.

Kili has been with his wife Tauriel.  As soon as he learned that his uncle was suffering from a terrible illness, he responded.  He wanted to go to Erebor, but he didn't make it. He was late.

"He'll blame himself. That he wasn't here. Don't let him. He has to take care of his pregnant wife."

"Of course. I will do as you say, my king."  Fili was already crying openly.

"And, marry her. Y / N. She'll be a great queen. That's my last wish."  he muttered, closing his eyes for the last time.

Fili cried.

It was a grand funeral.  The great king died.

Y / N stood in the meadow, wearing a black veil that covered her gentle face.  She was worried about Fili.  The future king did not look good. 

His brother stood by his side.  He looked like he had just come out of the grave.

A few weeks after the funeral, she went to see Fili.  Fili sat alone in the throne room, stroking the arcikam Thorin had once given him.

"Fili .. If you need anything, don't be afraid to contact me,"  she said softly, touching his shoulder.

Fili didn't even turn his face, he just whispered.  "Y / N .. thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for us, for Erebor. Thorin loved you."

Y / N frowned.  She was confused. Why did he talk about her?

"That's a small thing. Are you sure you don't need anything?"

Fili was silent and then finally turned.  He looked sad. 

"I just ... will I be a good king?"

She smiled.  "Are you asking me? Of course, you will be a good king. Not a good king, a great king. They will write about you in history books and your name will be in legends. Like Thorin's. Trust me, I can feel these things."

"Sweet Y / N .." he muttered.

Y / N continued carefully.  "And you're going to have a lot of kids. You just have to find the right woman. It's not going to be hard, a lot of them are interested in you and you're in them."  she said cheerfully.

Fili finally turned.  "And incomprehensible Y / N."

She looked puzzled.  "What?"

Fili jumped to his feet and changed the subject.  "I want you at my coronation tomorrow."

Why does he want me there? 

She was thinking when she was in her room for a long time.

Fili.  Her beloved Fili.  She loved him.  Of course, she loved him.  She loved him from the beginning.  But he didn't know it.  And he certainly didn't love her.  She was always a close friend to him.

  She folded her veil neatly on the bed. This will end once.  Their friendship.  Fili will become king, he will marry and ..

She didn't want to think any further.

The next day she began to prepare for the coronation.  She will leave after it.  She wrote to Fili a letter and ... she just will go away.  She can't stay here.  It would break her heart if ... she saw how the love of her life finally got married.

She was sitting in that beautiful hall, she had a beautiful dress, she looked beautiful, except that she didn't feel beautiful.

For a moment a beautiful song sounded and Fili entered the hall.  He looked beautiful.  He was wearing a red cloak and looked ... royal.  The crown was missing.

Y / N sighed in amazement.  And she wasn't the only one.  She noticed the other Dwarven ladies looking at him in love.

Fili was walking and walking.  He wasn't looking around.  He finally found himself under the throne.

He looked at the portrait of Thorin, the portrait was over the throne.

Thorin would be proud of you.

Y / N thought.

The music stopped playing and Fili dropped to his knees.  This was followed by a long ceremony during which Fili gave up all sorts of promises.  And finally, finally, as he turned, with the crown on his head, everyone knelt before their new king.

Y / N also knelt.

There were tears in her eyes.  Fili will be a great king, she thought, bowing her head.

There was a song again, this time the citizens of Erebor sang to their new king.

I don't need to be here anymore. 

She thought and began to disappear unobtrusively from the crowd.

Suddenly Fili spoke.  "I, as your new king, tell you that I am going to get married."

 Y / N couldn't stand it anymore and ran away.

Tears began to stream down her cheeks.  She was in her room.  Eventually, she failed to go away and she cried hard in the pillow.  She'll just cry for a moment and will walk away then.  Just a moment.

How it hurts.  Broken heart.  Unrequited love.

She will leave.  She has to leave.  It won't last anymore.  She can't stand looking at his new wife.

The door opened.  Y / N got up immediately.

It was an unexpected guest.  King Fili himself stood in her room.

She wanted to kneel immediately, but Fili wouldn't let her.

"I'm sorry .. I just .."

It was an embarrassing situation.  If only he hadn't found her in this situation!

He looked her in the eye.

"Why is it that you are crying?"  he asked her.

Y / N was surprised by his question.  "From happiness, my king."  she deceived.

Fili looked disappointed.  "Don't call me my king, please. I'm still just your friend."

Y / N smiled through her tears.  "Shouldn't you still be at the coronation? Or at the celebration?"

Fili shook his head.  "Mahal, take that damn celebration. I prefer you."

Y / N didn't understand and sat on the bed.  He did this too.

Fili looked sad.  "What happened to you, my dearest? I know you're not crying out of happiness."

Y / N's tears came to her eyes again.  "I just ... is it important?"

"Is,"  he said firmly.  She hadn't heard him speak in that tone yet.  It sounded royal.

"I heard you say you're getting married. So I wish you good luck with your new wife. I love you, Fili, but I can't stand this anymore. I'm leaving this palace. You'll be a great king."

So it was outside.

Fili stared at her blankly, then laughed. 

Y / N was offended.  "What? Why are you laughing?"

"You're misunderstood, Y / N, sweetheart. I'm not interested in other women. I'm interested in you. I wanted to marry you."

Y / N felt like she was dreaming.  "What? Me? Are you sure?"

"I guess I'll have to show you."

Fili leaned over and took her chin with his index finger.

She didn't fight back.

He hugged her and began kissing her gently.  At first, she did not return his kisses, but then yes. She didn't want to believe she was kissing him.

As they kissed, stroked, and hugged, someone entered the room.

"Fili! People are asking for you! Where the hell have you been for so long?"  Kili stopped to talk because he caught them in the act.

Fili and Y / N pushed away, both swollen lips, but big hearts in their eyes.

Kili grinned.  "You know what, we pretend I didn't come in. Continue," he wanted to return but changed his mind.  "By the way, you're finally together! I am happy for you, guys!"

"Kili!"  finally Fili called and Y / N just blushed.

However, Kili quickly disappeared.

Fili and Y / N looked at each other and laughed.

"I adore your brother,"  said Y / N, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I'm glad he finally came back to himself. Thorin's death destroyed him a lot ..." Fili thought.

She stroked his hair.  "I know. It destroyed you a lot too. But Thorin is proud of you both."

Fili looked at her and kissed her palm.  "He would be more proud if ..."

He knelt and Y / N' tears appeared in her eyes again.

"Y / N, will you marry me, please? I need the woman I love and a great queen by my side. I just need you. I love you, never forget that. I'll try to be a good husband for you ... so, will you please marry me? "

"Of course!!"  she screamed and threw herself around his neck.

Fili hugged her again and put a beautiful ring on her finger.

"Oh Fili ... I love you so much,"  she said.

She still didn't want to believe that Fili, King of Erebor, loved her.

The next day there was a coronation.  They crowned Y / N, the queen of Erebor, who had long been talked about.  There was a wedding after it.

And Thorin was smiling at them.

[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Leaving (Haldir x Gender!Neutral Reader)

Word count: 989

A/N This is for MidEarthwritings writing challenge! Ok this is a lot shorter than I was expecting, but I think I did alright. Enjoy!

Prompts -

Having a disagreement

“Why? You would not know”

“If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself”

We had gone over this conflict for so long. And this was only the beginning. I sighed, picking up my stuff. “Haldir, this is something I want to be a part of. I need to be a part of. Can you understand that?”

Haldir frowned, looking down at me. “Of course I can understand that, but that doesn’t mean I want you to be a part of this. There will be many more battles to be fought. But I can’t have you involved in this one.” His voice lowered, and I could tell he was trying to figure out what to say. “Meleth nin, I never want you to be hurt. I never want to see you in the midst of battle. It would be too hard. You must understand,” He pleaded, but I turned away. 

I was caught between despair and anger. Tears welled in my eyes, begging to be let go.  I thought he knew I could handle myself. But maybe he didn’t think I could. Maybe he didn’t trust my abilities. After all, he refused to train me, claiming he would never let harm get to me. But here we are, the forest itself threatened by the growing dark. He shouldn’t have underestimated me. “Maybe you’re right, I shouldn’t go. But I will anyway. I will find a way, even if you won’t let me,” I spat out angrily.

Haldir turned me back around, holding my shoulders in place. The light flickered, sending shadows across his face. It was eerie, and it made him look more menacing than I had expected. Sure, I knew he was a brilliant fighter, cutthroat. But never to me. This was a side of him I had never seen before. His eyes darkened, and I felt my heart racing. Whether it was because of the touch of his skin on mine, or the look on his face, I could not tell. “You will do no such thing,” he spoke in a scarily calm manner. 

I shrunk down. “But, I can. I can do this. Do you not believe in me? Why aren’t you letting me?” I said, making my face colder. If we were going to play this game, I would do my damn best. 

Haldir shook his head and began pacing the room. “Why? You would not know. You have never been in the heat of a battle, making life or death decisions in the spur of the moment. You have never been injured in such a way, never faced evil in this way. I don’t care if it’s a small skirmish, I love you too much to let anything happen to you. If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.” He stopped, right in front of me, and grasped my hands. I looked into his eyes, and I saw something I had never seen before. He was scared. He was frightened of losing me. And even if it was something I wanted, he was too scared to let me go.

I was still mad, but I understand how he felt. I slowly pulled my hands out of his grasp and turned away. I packed up the clothes he would need while he stood there, frozen. A million emotions ran through my head, each one more overwhelming than the rest. I know how he felt. I felt it every time he left me. Every time he went to fight a war he could not stop. The fear, the waiting, the longing. It seemed unfair that I had to go through that every time he left, but he wouldn’t let me help.

Numbly, I handed the bag to Haldir, and he grabbed it, softly touching my hand. He leaned in, softly brushing my lips. I didn’t respond, and he pulled away, looking into my eyes. He was hurting, but I was hurting more. He pulled me into a hug, giving a defeated sigh. 

“I’m sorry meleth nin,” He murmured, pressing kisses into my hair. I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth he gave me. I don’t know how long we stood there for. I began to hear rain patter against the roof, the sound beckoning him to leave. He gave me one last kiss, softly brushing my lips, and walked out the door. I closed it behind him, and sank down to my feet, finally letting the tears flow. My emotions swirled everywhere, sobs wracking my body. The tears that flowed were warm, salty, reminding me every second of my love. My love that had just left me. Even if it was to save me, to protect me, he left. I did not know if he was to come back. If he was to ever caress my cheek, to sink into my arms, to cherish me ever again. It was always in the back of my mind when he left, but never like this. This felt more real, darker, perilous. 

I willed myself to move, to get up, to move along with my day, but I couldn’t. Not like before. This time was different. Something was different. Wrong. I opened the door, rain pelting my face. It cooled the anger, the betrayal I felt. I walked out onto the walkway, and up more stairs until I reached our perch. We always came up here, at the top of the trees. We could see much more of Lorien, and it was beautiful. The rain soaked my clothes, yet I felt nothing. I could never feel anything when he was gone. He always took a part of me with him, and he never knew. Never knew the pain he caused when he left. I sat there for a while, letting the rain clear my mind. I laid back, closing my eyes. I let all the emotions I felt slowly leave me until I felt only the hollowness of being alone. And that’s how it was for me. I was all alone.

Translations

Meleth nin - My love

[laurfilijames]

Midearthwriting’s 650 Follower Re-writing Challenge!

First and foremost, congratulations! You deserve each and every follower and thousands more! Thank you for being here and creating amazing things- not only in your writing (which always tugs at my heartstrings and makes me cry) but your art as well. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, you are talented beyond measure and I’m happy to be your friend 💗

The prompt I chose for the challenge was: “Will you please get off me?” And right away I knew I would write for your wonderful OC Naya, whom I feel I connect with the most and find her so enjoyable to read/learn about.

I took it upon myself to make it canon that she has always been in love with Thorin, but refuses to admit it, especially early on when they are in their younger years. So I came up with this little ficlet. It’s short and sweet and I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy it and did your gorgeous OC justice, Max!

Words: 610

Warnings: none!

Naya hated practicing sparring. She longed to be back in her small kitchen, playing with new recipes and combinations of fruits and nuts to put in various breads and cookies, but Dwalin always knew just what to do that had her unable to refuse his offer- he made it a competition.

Today’s contest consisted of whoever lost the most sparring matches out of five would be required to do the winner’s laundry for a full week. Naya refused to get anywhere near Dwalin’s undergarments, being fully aware just how sweaty he managed to get in a day.

Dìs of course came along to support her friend, anxious to see her victorious over the cocky, mohawked warrior who she would undoubtedly beat.

Together, the young dwarrow dams walked into the training hall, and Naya internally cursed when she saw that none other than the crown Prince was there too. He already looked smug, clearly hopeful that his brother in arms would have the upper hand, but she would be sure to prove him wrong and wipe that smirk off his face.

“Aye, lass, are you ready to wash all my sweaty trousers?” Dwalin teased, already tossing his axe from hand to hand in an attempt to intimidate her. She knew to be patient, he would tire himself out in a short amount of time from running his mouth alone.

Within a half hour, Naya had successfully defeated Dwalin in two rounds, using her small size to her advantage, dodging around his oversized frame with ease. She could tell he was growing wary, sweat pouring down his face and no doubt his bullocks, giving her even more motivation to not have to wash his laundry.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Thorin staring at her intently, as if he was regarding her with amusement. The distraction was enough to allow Dwalin to sweep her feet out from under her, landing on top of her to keep her grounded for a count of five. Naya wriggled about, hitting his strong form with all her might to try to free herself, but to no avail.

“It seems yer stuck here, lass,” he teased.

“Will you please get off me?” she hissed, admitting defeat for this round.

“Don’t think I don’t notice the looks you two give each other,” he accused her playfully, but Naya wasn’t having any of it. He did this all the time, constantly trying to have her admit that she had feelings for Thorin. Which was not true. If anything she despised him, always being so serious about his future tasks as heir to the Throne, brooding over the loss of Erebor and his desperation to reclaim it one day. They would never work.

In one swift motion and with a power that surprised even herself, Naya focused her frustrations and pushed Dwalin off of her, brushing her blonde hair off her face once back on her feet, striding proudly over to where Dìs stood looking shocked.

“Let’s go,” Naya said to her friend, grabbing her arm and turning her away from her brother and a whining Dwalin. She turned her head enough to call over her shoulder, “I technically still won, so I’m not doing your laundry!”

A slew of curses spilled from Dwalin’s mouth as they walked away, and Naya couldn’t help but wonder if he was right, but wanting so badly for him to be wrong. She didn’t, she couldn’t have feelings for Thorin, her best friend’s brother. She shook her head at the thought and trotted along with Dìs, back to her kitchen where her craft would distract her thoughts from such vile things.

[cassiabaggins]

Happiness Takes Its Sweet Time

A/N: written for @midearthwritings​ rewriting challenge! My quote was “Because happiness takes it’s sweet time, doesn’t it?”

WARNINGS: THIS STORY CONTAINS DISCUSSION OF MISCARRIAGE AND DEPRESSION. PLEASE DON’T READ THIS IF THAT UPSETS YOU. I WON’T HOLD IT AGAINST YOU!!!

Wordcount: 1k |||| Masterlist

Summary: Cassia has always wanted to be a mother, but now she must deal with the trauma of miscarrying two children, and her feelings of failure that result from that.

Cassia has wanted to be a mother since her own died. Perhaps it was her way of coping with Belladonna’s death, but she was twenty-five, mere months after her mother passed, Cassia met one of her cousins’ newborn infants and something inside her… settled. Holding that little life, that tiny, innocent, vulnerable babe, she knew that someday, she wanted that. She wanted a child. 

She thought, for a while, that the child would be fully hobbit, that she’d meet some nice lad who didn’t mind her quirks, and they’d settle down in a homely little burrow and have several children before too long. But then… then she met Fili. And she couldn’t imagine having a family with anyone else. She still can’t. 

It's been four years. Four years, two months, and some days, since she married Fili, since they began trying for a child, and Cassia is still not pregnant. It feels like a lifetime, a lifetime of waiting and hoping and she feels like a failure. She wants a child more than she can think, more than she can breathe. It leaves a deep, tearing ache in her soul. They try, she and Fili, of course they do. She wants a babe and he wants to give her one, but to no avail. Twice she had been with child, and twice she had lost them, among tears and bleeding and pain. Gladiolus and Hyacinth she had named them. Remembrance and Regret. Those are funeral flowers in the Shire, and thus the names stick. She still visits them every day, tiny graves on the Mountainside, decorated with carved stone headstones and beds of flowers.

Cassia's lady-in-waiting, Eir, has a baby girl, little Sif, bright eyed and curly haired, her chin covered with the merest wisp of a beard, and Cassia dotes on the babe, begging for her friend to bring her with her to work. Eir happily complies. But just as little Sif's darling laugh and chubby cheeks soothe the ache in Cassia's heart, they also sharpen it, to a burning, cruel lance twisting deeper with each moment. That could be her babies laughing and toddling and stumbling over their first signs. It could be her child sucking their tiny thumb and laughing when their chubby belly is tickled. But it isn't. And she feels so broken.

Fili finds her sobbing alone in bed one evening, curled up amongst the blankets, long after Eir and Sif had gone home. He hates to hear her cry. Cassia isn't meant to cry. Her face is made for smiles and her voice for laughter. He moves across the room to her and sits on the bed beside her.

"Mizimelûh," he says gently, pulling back the covers and placing his hand on her shaking shoulder. "Cassia, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Cassia rolls half over to look at him. He looks tired, worn from his kingly duties, and she feels guilt rising like bile in her throat. What right does she have to be sad? 

"It's nothing," she says, sitting up and wiping at her eyes. "I'm fine." She sniffles and offers him a smile. "Are you hungry? I can make you supper."

"I already ate," Fili says, waving his hand dismissively. This is a lie, but whatever is troubling his Cassia is far more important than his hunger.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," she repeats with a little smile, "truly, Fili. I am. You've had a long day, let me—."

"Cassia." He interrupts, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Please don't lie to me."

She shakes her head. "I'm not, Fili, I promise, I—" she breaks off as his thumb caresses her cheekbone, gentle and warm, and she can't stop the tears. They drip hotly on his fingertips as he moves his other hand to cup her other cheek. His tenderness breaks her apart. "I want a baby!" She wails, surging forward into his arms.

Fili catches her easily, pulling her close against him. "Oh, Cassia," he whispers. She cries stormily, with heavy, choking sobs, pouring out all her grief and hopelessness into his shoulder. He feels the loss as keenly as she does, the emptiness, and every single sob and whimper that spills from her is pure agony, and he wants to cry, too, but he can't. He must be strong for her, so he holds her close and strokes her hair.

After what seems like an age, her tears quiet and she pulls back a bit, but stays near him, basking in his warmth. 

"Feeling better?" He asks softly, knowing she more than likely isn't. 

"No," she says. Fili sighs sadly. After a moment of silence, she speaks up again, her voice hoarse from crying.

"I feel like we'll never have a baby, like I'll never get to hold my child in my arms," she says.

Fili strokes her hair out of her eyes. "A child will come, Cassia. You must be patient."

"Patient. Right." She scoffs bitterly. “Because after all, happiness takes its sweet time, doesn’t it?”

He frowns. Cassia is many things, but bitter is not one.

"Cassia…"

"There's something wrong with me, isn't there," she whispers. 

Fili stiffens. "What? Cassia, there's not—."

"I'm broken," she says, looking down at her hands. "Aren't I?"

"No, Cassia, you aren't broken!" He insists, holding her close. 

"How would you know?" She spits, shoving him away. "How would you know?! You're never here! You're never around! You barely even KNOW me anymore!" She buries herself in the quilts. "Why did you even marry me, anyway?"

Fili watches her, feeling hopeless and hurting. After a long while, he places his hand on the back of her head, rubbing gently. He feels like that's all he can do, just show that he's here. The worst part of it all? He can't do anything. It's in just nature to help, in his heart to protect her, to keep his Cassia, his One, safe from all harm and sadness… but he can't. Not this time. And it hurts. It hurts and it hurts and it hurts, just as much as losing the babies did, just as much as losing Thorin did. It tastes like bitter failure. 

Cassia was right. Happiness really does take its sweet time.

[ilovedainironfoot]

Scream

Quick Summary : For centuries Jrié remained in the dark depths of the mines, leaving his city very little to walk around the surrounding villages. The glow of the torches was his sun, his skin blackened by the dust of the rocks, digging again and again, bringing the young dwarves with him on their first expedition into the tunnels.  It was Parar, his soul mate, who always took care of the diplomatic missions. Aulë created him so, introverted and sweet. His brothers and sisters love him like this, but sometimes Durin decides otherwise and tries to drag Jrié out of his mountain by all means. 

Author’s note : It’s for the @midearthwritings ‘s Birthday challenge !!! I had the quote : “The words were like a punch right  in the stomach” and i have no idea if what i wrote makes sense because writing is hard for me

Pairing : Jrié, my Oc, father of te Firebeard x Parar, mother of the Firebeard my Oc

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“I am a dwarf and I’m digging a hole, diggy diggy hole, diggy diggy hole...”

Night had fallen for hours on the city of Erebor and alone in the tunnels Jrié sang to the rhythm of his pickaxe on the walls of the new cavern he had set out to dig.

Even though he had taken refuge deep in the mountain, deep in the city of his brother Durin, he could hear the music and singing in the upper rooms.

Why was he here? Because Durin had asked him to! You can't really say no to the first son of Aulë.

A sigh of exasperation escaped the dwarf's lips :  "Uuuurg I want to go home!"

He stopped to rest his aching shoulders and let himself fall against the cold rock, yet so warm to him. After a few minutes, using his lantern, he began to create shapes with his hands. This was an activity that he used to do to reassure the youngest of the dwarves, to tell them the history of their people. 

His hands created a huge, muscular and menacing dwarf with hair shaped like an axe: Parar, his wife. It was already a month that he was there, without her. He came in convoys, accompanied by a hundred dwarves, all miners carefully chosen by Durin to explore the mines of Erebor, to create new ones, to unearth the best veins of gold and precious stones and to help make Erebor one of the most powerful kingdoms. 

AND JRIE DIDN’T WANT TO BE HERE, OKAY ! He and Parar have never been separated since their awakening and have always made sure to stay together, close to each other.

“Aye! I knew I'd find you here!" 

Lost in his thoughts, Jrié had not heard Durin arrive and his brother was holding two pints of beer in his hands. Without waiting for any response from Jrié, Durin sat down beside him and handed him one of the pints :

“Well, you’re going to tell me, it's never hard to know where you are, Pea!”

After taking a large sip, the short-haired dwarf wiped his beverage-soaked mustache and stared at his older brother. He quickly guessed that something was wrong because every time he had something to say to him, something hard, Durin played with his braids. Something he was doing now instead of drinking his beer. 

“Do you have a problem with the City of Dale?" he asked. After all he knew how incredibly socially awkward Aulë's son could be, so that he made a diplomatic blunder was the most logical theory.

“Na, it’s Parar, I think she's going to die."

The words were like a punch rigt in the stomach. Jrié felt him heart miss a beat, him breathing stopped for long seconds as him brain tried to register the information. 

“No but wait ! I didn’t want to mean “die” like “die “die”, but more like...you know...not doing well, you know !!!  Ok Jrié don’t worry I’m sure she’s fine !”

“YOU CAN’T TELL SE’S FINE AND SHE’S GOING TO DIE DURIN !!”

“I’M SORRY !!!”

“WAT’S HAPPENED ????”

“I DON’T KNOW !!!”

“DURIIINNN ???!!!!”

“I’M SORRY !!!”

At this point in the conversation, Jrié was shaking Durin as if his elder was a stuffed animal to finally get him to spill the beans. And also to get him to choose his words a little more carefully.

Finally the dwarf with the purple beard managed to calm his younger brother down a bit and explained the situation:

“She’s wit the healers and..WAIT NO JRIE YOU STAY HERE, LET ME FINISH ! I...I knew how much you missed her, but I have to admit I didn't think about how much she missed you too. I received a letter from Barkem a week ago, telling me that she had left your city to come here. But she was attacked during the journey, by Orcs. Well, you know her, she didn't leave any survivors but she was badly damaged. She managed to drag herself here despite her injuries." Durin cleared his throat and muttered quickly without looking at Jrié“ and despite the poison in her veins."

“Poison ??? Wat kind of poison ?”

Unable to find the words to explain the situation, Durin took his little brother by the hand and guided him to the healers' quarters. It was a huge room, furnished with beds everywhere and unusually quiet. Only incredible screams of rage and hatred could be heard at the end of the room, in a corner hidden by curtains. The other patients were hiding in their beds, making themselves as forgettable as possible.

The brown dwarf recognized this voice among a thousand, having heard it a thousand times on the battlefield: Parar.

Durin stopped and looked down at his feet, "I...let you approach on your own. She's already broken the arms of five healers, no one dares to come near anymore and she's getting worse."

“And you ?”

“I prefer to die with dignity thanks you very much.”

Jrié could not help but smile despite his concern, it is true that Parar was normally known to be a very very very difficult patient to treat. He lifted the curtain to see his wife and tears came to his eyes immediately: Parar's muscular body was covered in bruises as big as fists, not to mention the countless bandages on her broad torso.The worst to see was her fevered eyes that clearly didn't recognize any of her own around her. 

On the small table next to her, miraculously untouched by her rage because she was still too weak to move, a small green vial stood there and the dwarf guessed that it was the antidote. Still it was necessary to manage to make her drink it.

Mission impossible for the others, but not for Jrié, who without an ounce of fear took the vial and approached Parar.

“Come near me and I'll make you swallow your ribs!”  she warned as her soul mate placed a hand on her arm

“I think you are a little too confident about the whole situation !” screamed Durin

Of course the first child of Aulë was not going to leave Jrié alone, he so frail and so small, in front of the raging behemoth that his wife had become.

"This is a bad idea, Jrié please  come back she'll beat you to a pulp!"

“Calm down, it’s going to be alright !”

To Durin's amazement, a simple kiss from Jrié on Parar's sweaty cheek calmed her immediately, recognizing her soul mate in the gesture.

“I will stay with her until she wakes up.” warned Jrié after having made her swallow the medicine which finally calmed her fever and let her sink into sleep

“I can’t believe what just happened.” whispered Durin

[abdulsamadxoshnaw]

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[midearthwritings]

Oh Gods I'm so excited for this!

Hello my dear friends! It is me, Max, your host and devoted writer. And today I am here to challenge you, my dear followers and friends who support and motivate me!

On January 8th 2021, I have decided to open this blog to share my fics with the world. At first I thought that it would last for a few weeks, and that I would have maybe 50 followers, not more. But here I am today, 5 months later, with 650 followers, and I'm so happy about it.

So I have decided that to celebrate my blog's anniversary and my 650 followers, I would create a writing challenge. Yup, that's it. A challenge.

The deadline is July 8th, my blog's 7 months anniversary (because 7 is my lucky number). On this day, everybody will have to post their works. After that, I will link all of your works in a post (the link to this post will be available in my Masterlist).

When you upload your work, you can tag me in it, of course. But I will also ask you to use the tag Midearthwritings Rewriting Challenge . That way I will be able to easily find them and won't miss anything.

What is the challenge about and how to participate?

It is...About me. Because I am a very egocentric person. No, just kidding.

But it really is about my works. See, I used to be a literature student. And for years I have been asked to re-write pieces that already existed. It is a very common exercise, and it is always extremely fun to do. So I thought...Why not give my followers this exercise?

Below the cut will be listed thirty-five quotes and ten plots. All of them are from my works. Your task will be to write a piece based either on a simple quote, or an entire plot.

There is no limit. You can select as many quotes or plots as you want! To participate just send me a DM or and Ask telling me which one you want to write about.

Up to three people can use one quote and up to five people can use one plot :) So make sure to claim the one(s) you want before it's taken!

How long does it have to be?

As long as you want! It can be a 200 words fic or a 10k one shot. Or even a multi-chapter fic! It really is up to you!

Does it have to be a reader insert? What can I write about?

Absolutely not! It can be a reader insert, a character x character or even a story about your OC if you have one! I love to read about OCs.

You can change the pronouns in the quote you choose to fit your story.

And you can write about everything. You can write Angst, Fluff, Unhappy Ending, Triggering Topics, NSFW, Modern AU. Whatever you want! Just make sure to tag your story properly so no one will be surprised.

Can I upload my work on another platform?

Of course. Just make sure to send me the link so I can read it and add it to the final post!

Participants : @shethereadinghobbit @riderofrohirrim @guardianofrivendell @grunid @imnotevenhere9 @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse @hobbitkin-journey @hey-its-nonny @dark-angel-is-back @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @sassyscribbler @laurfilijames @learntosharefeanor-blog @classyhorseeclipseduck @cassiabaggins

Here are all the Quotes and Plots you can choose from! Don't forget to tell me which one you picked so I can write your username next to it!

QUOTES : If you pick one (or several) of those, you will have to include the quote into your piece. Reminder that you can change the pronouns to fit your story of course.

1-One last time, you look back. (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

2-The words were like a punch right in the stomach. (Claims : @grunid )

3-“No. This is not good.” (Claims : @learntosharefeanor-blog )

3-Because after all, happiness takes its sweet time, doesn’t it? (Claims : @cassiabaggins )

4-”You belong to me!” (Claims : @dat-pan-dwarf )

5-”I can sense that something is troubling you…” (Claims : @imnotevenhere9 )

6-He keeps you close to him, his arms circling your body like a shield. (Claims : @hobbitkin-journey )

7-”May I join you?” (Claims : @imnotevenhere9 )

8-“I know.” You said, smiling. “I trust you.” (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

9-“This is a misunderstanding!”

10-“I could help, you know.” (Claims : @shethereadinghobbit )

11-“You better apologize, or I will make you regret your actions.”

12-But you cannot bring yourself to care. (Claims : @riderofrohirrim )

13-After all, you hadn’t done anything to deserve his anger. (Claims : @shethereadinghobbit )

14-“Excuse me?”

15-Or maybe were you simply imagining it. (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

16-You were his greatest, most precious treasure. (Claims : @bitter-sweet-farmgirl )

17-You had almost died.

18-“I see you find this rather amusing.” (Claims : @shethereadinghobbit )

19-Never before had you seen those people.

20-”They need you, all of them.”

21-”I must go now.”

22-”Yet, my love, I cannot bring myself to be angry at you.”

23-”Please, do not forget me.” (Claims : @hey-its-nonny )

24-“I will get rid of them.”

25-Why? You do not know. (Claims : @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse )

26-“If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.” (Claims : @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse )

27-“As you wish.” (Claims : @sassyscribbler )

28-“Are you feeling alright?” (Claims : @sassyscribbler )

29-“Why is it that you are crying?” (Claims : @classyhorseeclipseduck )

30-“Careful, we do not want you getting hurt.”

31-“Is this treason I hear?”

32-“Will you please get off me?” (Claims : @laurfilijames )

33-“I am sorry. I should have said something. I should have protected you!”

34-“Finally.”

35-For a moment, everything is quiet. (Claims : @hobbitkin-journey )

PLOTS : If you choose to rewrite an entire plot, you don't have to include any quote from my work. You can also change the character the story was about (ex : If you pick Be Mine, you don't have to write it about Dwalin) .

1- Angels Standing Guard : Going through a difficult time together.

2- Time Won't Heal, Only Your Love Will : Taking care of each other.

3- Let Your Love Wash Over Me : Sharing an intimate moment. (Claims : @guardianofrivendell )

4- Bye, Baby Bye : Saying goodbye. (Claims : @dark-angel-is-back )

5- Farewell : Writing each other a letter.

6- Tongues Rip Like Razors : Having a disagreement. (Claims : @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse )

7- Pour a Little Sugar on my Wounds : Giving love to each others and showing affection. (Claims : @learntosharefeanor-blog )

8- Love Stumbled into my Heart : Realizing how much they love each other.

9- Be Mine : Confessing their love.

10- I'll Show you my Shadows : Comforting the other.

Thank you so much for reading all of this, and a big big thank you if you decide to participate! It means the world to me! ❤️

*big forehead kiss for you all*

[midearthwritings]

NO! WHY? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO END THIS WAY? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO HURT ME?

Ok this was SO WELL WRITTEN? And so sad I hate you. But I love you for taking the time to write this. Thank you so much it was AMAZING!

Once Upon A Time

Here's my story for @midearthwritings birthday writing contest! My quote I chose was You were his greatest, most precious treasure.

Hope you enjoy and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Word Count: 1,665

“Thorin?”

The softly uttered name fluttered through the cool air; released by trembling lips as a woman in rich furs and fabrics slipped hesitantly through a pair of enormous double-doors.

The dark-haired Dwarrow tore his gaze away from the top of an ornate throne where a jewel of great worth had once been displayed. His dark, fur-trimmed robe swished softly against the stone floor as he turned to watch the dame approaching him.

As his gaze fell upon her and appraised her figure, his solemn features dissolved into a wide smile that lacked true warmth. Dark blue eyes lacked the sparkle they used to hold once upon a time whenever they looked upon the woman.

“Estel, my queen,” he murmured, beaming at her as she stopped before him. “Come, gaze upon the splendour of our kingdom.”

Estel’s brow furrowed as she watched him, hands fidgeting anxiously with the fur-trimmed sleeve of her robe. “Thorin,” her voice hardened, “listen to me.”

Her words were ignored as Thorin motioned out to the sea of gold that could be seen below in the treasure hall. “Soon they will find the Arkenstone and we will become legends, my queen. You and I. We shall rule over a kingdom so great that all will bow before us, and our names shall never be lost in the mists of time.”

Estel shook her head, the heartbroken expression that had come over her features vanishing as she set her jaw and stared hard at the Dwarrow who’s bead secured a braid in her hair. “This isn’t right, Thorin. You have gone mad over this mere gem, but is it worth the loyalty of your kin? Everyone is tired of searching for this bloody gem, Thorin.” She spat, and Thorin spun around to glare at her.

“You dare speak to me that way, woman?” He questioned; eyes dark with anger as he stared at Estel. “The Arkenstone is worth more than any gem—anything! —in the world, and I will not rest until it is found. If blood needs to be shed to find it, then so be it. Nothing is more important; more precious.” He growled.

Estel took an involuntary step backwards, blinking rapidly as tears welled in her eyes. A sob rose in her throat, only to be swallowed down as she fought to control her emotions.

“You don’t mean that…” She quavered, lips trembling beneath the weight of her heartbreak. “You promised me, your wife. This isn’t you, it’s the sickness.”

A sneer curled Thorin’s lip, and he let out a low laugh. “You? My wife? Why would I marry Elven scum? A mebelkhagsu like you? It was a mistake.”

His countenance suddenly darkened as the sneer disappeared as he glowered at Estel. “Get out of my sight before I kill you!” He roared, his words loosening the last stone holding back the flood of tears.

Estel turned and fled, blinded by the tears that trickled down her face—there was no one left to dry them. Bursting through the doors, she turned down a hallway, averting her face from the two Dwarrows who had been waiting right outside.

“Estel? What—where are you going?” The gruff voice of Dwalin floated after her, but she ignored it, focused only on finding a place to hide away and grieve for the love she had lost.

Her chest tightened as the weight of broken promises and vows settled on her already bruised heart. Slowly, her flight slowed until she drooped against the cold stone wall, gasping for breath through her tears.

Her trembling legs gave out beneath her, and she slipped to the floor, burying her hands in her dark hair and fisting it tightly as if that would release the pain she felt.

“Estel? Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” Concerned voices surrounded her and two figures knelt on either side, placing gentle hands on her heaving shoulders.

“Auntie?” A soft male voice called quietly, brown hair falling into his eyes as he bent to peer at her face. “What happened?”

Estel swallowed hard, her eyes focusing on the braid that was half-hidden in the Dwarrow’s hair; a small silver bead emblazoned with a raven securing it at the end.

Her hand rose to finger the identical bead she wore in her own hair. “He broke his promise.” She choked out, grief swiftly turning into anger. “He broke his promise to me.”

“What promise?” The blond-haired Dwarrow on her other side asked, his brow furrowing in puzzlement.

But Estel was caught up in her own thoughts, clutching at her braid with a white-knuckled grip. “He called me a mebelkhagsu…” She spat, and everyone’s eyes widened in shock at the word. “He is no longer the Dwarrow I fell in love with—the Dwarrow I married!”

She yanked the bead out of her hair and threw it to the ground, bolting to her feet to kick at it and send the bead clattering away down the dark corridor.

“ESTEL!” Balin yelped, moving too slowly to prevent her from kicking it. “You do know what you are doing is—”

Estel interrupted him as she undid the braid in her hair, a hysterical edge in her voice. “I know exactly what I am doing, Balin. I will not remain bound to a Dwarrow who has gone back on everything he has said to me.”

“He is not in his right mind, Estel…” Balin pleaded, but she shook her head, smiling ruefully.

“That is no excuse for what he has said, what he has done. The real Thorin never would have allowed himself to say such things—dragon-sickness or not.” There was an air of finality to her words, and she drew in a deep breath, composing herself. “I must go find some clothes to wear. These do not suit me.” She motioned at the rich fabric she wore as an explanation.

Then she turned and walked away, shoulders squared.

~~~~~

Days later…

Kili paced anxiously while the rest of the company waited for something—anything to happen. All wore expressions of betrayal or guilt as they listened to the far-off cries of dying warriors they were forbidden to aid.

Estel sat in her own corner, a worn pastel cloak wrapped tightly around her shoulders in an attempt to ward off the chill that seeped up from the very depths of the mountain. She wore the same clothes she had worn during the journey to the mountain, despite the protests of everyone else.

They were threadbare and look like something even a beggar would discard. But she was insistent on wearing them. No more would she wear the rich clothes that women of her station wore—not when they tied her to someone she would much rather forget; of pain that marred her heart.

Kili’s angry voice rang out in the expansive chamber, bringing everyone’s attention to him. “I will not hide behind a wall of stone, while other fight our battles for us!” He roared, staring at the approaching figure of Thorin. “It isn’t in my blood, Thorin.” His voice trailed off into a whimper.

Stopping before him, Thorin looked at him with gentle eyes. “No, it is not. We are sons of Durin, and Durin’s Folk do not flee from a fight.”

They shared a grin, gently touching foreheads together in an expression of affection before Thorin turned to address the rest of them.

His eyes swept across them, and as his heavy gaze fell upon her, Estel looked away, biting her lip. In doing so, she missed the momentary flicker of confusion that swept across Thorin’s face at her uncharacteristic actions.

“I have no right to ask this of any of you, but will you follow me, one last time?” He asked.

It was almost as if the words were uttered for her ears only, but Estel refused to listen; to consider. The damage had been done and she had made her choice. She would not reverse it.

She remained seated as the rest rose to their feet, all smiles and grins as they prepared for battle. She would not follow him, the person she once upon a time would have given her life for.

Instead, once Estel deemed everyone else distracted enough, she got to her feet and hurried away before Thorin approached her.

“Estel.”

The deep voice stopped her in her tracks, and she took a steadying breath before turning around to meet the eyes of someone she still adored with every fibre of her body. But she wouldn’t allow him to inflict any more damage to her heart.

As her eyes met his, a grin spread across his face and he increased his pace, reaching out his arms to embrace her.

“No.” Estel ground out, and it was Thorin’s turn to stop in his tracks and stare at her incredulously.

“Estel? Amrâlimê?” His voice was questioning.

“I am not ‘your love’ anymore, Oakenshield. Stay away.” Estel replied coldly, raising her chin even as Thorin’s expression changed to one of confusion over her refusing to use his name.

“Why…?” His gaze flickered to her hair and duly noted the absence of the braid he had woven so carefully into her hair once upon a time. “Estel…” He whispered hoarsely.

“You broke your promise to me. Called me names and insulted me for circumstances out of my control. I refuse to call myself your ‘wife’ if that is what you think of me.”

Thorin shook his head, horror welling within him as the foggy memory rose in his mind. “Estel, I wasn’t myself,” he pleaded, but she shook her head, her eyes betraying her grief to him for a mere moment.

“I cannot forget it, nor forgive it, Oakenshield. You should have been able to control your madness in such a situation.” She swallowed hard, “the rest will be wondering where you are. Dain needs your help.”

With that, she turned away from him, walking swiftly in the opposite direction.

Thorin stared after her, the reality of his actions sinking in. She was his greatest, most precious treasure. And he had lost her.

[cassiabaggins]

Finally finished my story for @midearthwritings rewriting challenge, now I just gotta edit it. It's not at all what i was planning on writing at first but I hope you guys still like it

ps: it's sad :(

[midearthwritings]

Rewriting Challenge Masterlist

First of all, I want to thank all the participants who took the time to write and post all those amazing fic! Reading them was amazing and I cannot express how grateful I am!

This blog helped me so much in my everyday life and it still does. I made so many amazing friends here. Once again, thank you so much 💛

Beating Hearts (Thorin x Reader) by Me

Untitled (Thorin x Reader) by @imnotevenhere9

Untitled (Thorin x Naya, Dwalin & Naya) by @laurfilijames

Lean On Me (Thorin & Dís) by @learntosharefeanor-blog

Once Upon A Time (Thorin x Estel) by @bitter-sweet-farmgirl

Coronation Of Golden Prince (Fíli x Reader) by @thespiritoflife

Jealousy (Fíli x Reader) by @shethereadinghobbit

Care (Fíli x Reader) by @im-almost-me

Happiness Takes It's Sweet Time (Fíli x Cassia) by @cassiabaggins

Slippery When Wet (Fíli x Tullaina) by @guardianofrivendell

Leaving (Haldir x Reader) by @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse

Scream (Jrié x Parar) by @grunid

I'm sending a forehead kiss to each and every one of you, and a hug to all of my followers💛

[midearthwritings]

BRO DID YOU JUST GIVE ME DÍS CONTENT?

Oh lords you can't even imagine how happy I am that you did. It was such an amazing fic, although quite angsty. But I LOVED IT WITH ALL MY HEART.

Thorin is such an amazing brother and in this one. And poor Dís definitely deserves some time off.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write it, I loved this.

Happy Blog-versary @midearthwritings !

My prompts were: "No. This is not good. " and showing each other love. Hope you enjoy!

[cassiabaggins]

what I should be doing: working on AEB Chapter 10, or @midearthwritings rewriting challenge or @guardianofrivendell’s bday gift

what i am doing: none of that

[midearthwritings]

Oof sorry it took me so long to read it

I really loved it, and I love how awkward they can be around each other. Thank you for taking the time to write it!

Slippery When Wet

Fíli & OC Tullaina

A/N: This is part of @midearthwritings re-writing challenge (this is also horribly late, I’m so sorry!!). I chose their work “Let Your Love Wash Over Me” and rewrote it to fit Fíli and Tullaina’s storyline and made it into one of their many ‘almost’ moments.

Warnings: two idiots in love, one innuendo, Fíli letting his mind wander for a moment (which makes it more of an M rated fic, so a little nsfw but nothing explicit) and Kíli’s impeccable timing as always

Masterlist

The sound of the river made every member of the company excited. It had been days, maybe even weeks, since the last time they saw water deep enough to bathe. 

Thorin felt the eyes burning in his back, waiting for him to give the order to make camp early so they would have the time for a bath before the sun set. He smiled to himself, debating whether or not to wait until one of them was desperate enough to say something out loud but he decided to have mercy on them and gave the order.

He didn’t think he ever saw them set up camp so fast. Within half an hour they made a fire pit, gathered enough firewood, the bedrolls were all laid out, the ponies were taken care of and Bombur had made a headstart on dinner. 

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