#Ori the dwarf x reader

[celeste-clearwater-06]

okay, there's a trend that came and went on tiktok a while ago of people reading their lists of modern day things they think characters would have loved if it were in their time. i will never EVER get tired of watching them and those vids heavily inspired this post 😭 (ALSO FIRST WRITING SINCE IVE BEEN BACK LETS GOOOO)

so without further ado...

rip thorin's company, you would have loved... (pt. 1)

thorin

r.i.p. thorin, you would have loved lord huron

rick grimes from the walking dead

wet brushes

google maps

making a secret thirst trap account on tiktok

bilbo

r.i.p. bilbo, you would have loved trader joes

ring doorbells

facebook neighborhood watch

swiffer wet jet

keeping up with the kardashians

gandalf

r.i.p. gandalf you would have loved life360

caines chicken

st. louis city museum

grammarly

child harnesses

fìli

r.i.p. fìli, you would have loved Instagram reels

sad older sibling tiktoks

caseoh

0.5x pictures

hello kitty/sanrio girls

kìli

r.i.p. kìli you would have loved mewing

native hair wash

tiktok

snapchat streaks

photodumping on instagram

dwalin

r.i.p. dwalin you would have loved planet fitness

to catch a predator with jim hansen

the will smith slap drama

dude wipes

teenage mutant ninja turtles

balin

r.i.p.balin you would have loved ibuprofen

turbotax

eBay

low quality inspirational quotes on facebook

air fryers

bofur

r.i.p. bofur you would have loved impractical jokers

the superbowl

cringey minion memes

andy bernard from the office

snoop dog

ori

r.i.p. ori you would have loved minecraft

selling stuff on etsy

aesthetic pinterest boards

the perks of being a wallflower

spotify premium

dori

r.i.p. dori you would have loved five minute crafts

the pioneer woman cookbook

abba

hgtv

temu

(i forgot there's a 10 image limit😞)

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[master-muffinn]

Lotr/the hobbit x druid!reader pt2

Ori x reader, Thorin x reader, Elrond x reader

Here is the >> part 1 << thank you so much for +500 likes/reblogs for that one! I hope you like this one too! ^^

Ori

🧸 You're the most beautiful being he has ever laid eyes on. At the start he would be too shy to approach you. So he will ask his friends about love and relationships, but also what they know about druids, which isn't so easy since druids aren’t common at all (at least in my fanfictions).

🧸 Ori LOVES your animal forms, specially the ones with fur and he will ask you as nicely as he can master, if he can pet you in any of it's form.

 “Excuse me y/n, if you ever would have the time to transform into any animal, would it be alright if i could pet you? Of course only if you would be fine with it and if it wouldn't make you uncomfortable?”

🧸 If you came with them on their journey to take back Erebor, Ori will tell you awkwardly and a bit shyly, that he doesn't mind holding you if you ever get tired of flying/walking. 

🧸 He is going to try so hard for you! You are so strong, dependable and just so amazing to him. Ori is really looking up to you and he wants you to feel like you can depend on him too! He wants to protect you too, even if he isn't so strong, but he will train extra hard for you! You probably have to tell him once in a while that he is good enough or he will think he is unworthy of you.

Thorin

💎 Doesn't believe Gandalf when he tells him that a druid will be supporting them in their journey. 

“Nobody I know has ever met a druid and hearing about them isn't often. I bet they are nothing but a myth”.

💎 When Thorin meets you he still doesn't believe you're a druid. Just probably an odd wizard/witch that is playing tricks on him. Until you transform…holy shit! Can wizards/witches do that?? He looks at Gandalf only to see him smirking. 

💎 It isn't your animal forms or element abilities that interest him, but the way you transform. The way your body bends and takes shapes after whatever you are supposed to transform to. The moment you change, the moment he has his eyes on you. It may be weird for you or him, but Thorin can't help it! It's so fascinating and it's like he is trying to figure out how you are doing it, but always fails. 

💎 Thorin has probably been looking at you a little too much during battles because the way you fight with your abilities makes you look so gorgeous. Which could leave him getting seriously injured if his teammates didn't watch his back.

“Y/n stop distracting Thorin! Or he loses his focus and dies before making it to Erebor!”

“What!? I didn't do anything?!”

Thorin: “S-shut up!”

Elrond

🍁 He knows the moment he sees you, that you're a druid. 

“It was a long time ago I met a druid. I’m glad to see there's still some more out there”.

🍁 Elrond will invite you over for dinner and have them serve you the best they can make. And he’ll offer you a place to stay for a few days if you're not in a hurry somewhere else.

🍁 Elrond love's to watch you using your ‘magic’ on flowers and plants. He loves to watch how you move your hands so gracefully and shape the plants the way you want it. It's so stunning every time! 

🍁 The first time you showed him your powers. You'd asked Elrond about the beautiful flowers in his garden and if you could take some seeds with you. Elrond of course accepted and was about to go and get you the seeds but he stopped in his tracks and watched you move your hands around one of the flowers and give it enough energy to have it grow the seeds you needed. Elrond stood there speechless. That was something he’d never witnessed before and it was so magnificent.

“Would you like to have some other flower seeds as well?”

Thank you for reading! Have a good day! ❤ Reblogs are very appreciated 🥰

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[demigoddessqueens]

The hobbit reader insert

Thoses who are simping on the reader- fili, kili, Bofur and ori

Reader is bilbo daughter

The company all gathers in the the home of bilbo, when told what he was needed for he started listening off why he can’t go, one of thoses reasons is his daughter.

Everyone is a bit taken a aback by this, even Gandalf, for he to didn’t know of the young girl.

So when asked about who she is bilbo starts talking about her, saying how she is his little girl, how beautiful she is, she as delicate as a flower, etc etc. after hearing this they all assume she’s a young child, imagine the surprise and shock of everyone (and yes that includes Gandalf) when the reader walks through the door, it’s not a small hobbit lass, nope.

Bilbo little girl is a almost 6 foot tall girl with a sword on her back, a bow and quite a bit of blood.

Bilbos daughter is a hunter for the shire and ends up joining just to keep her father from worrying. All while bilbo treats her like a little girl, and she doesn’t mind.

This sounds so cute and hilarious!! And proud dad Bilbo sounds adorable!!

You were his pride and joy, and the one he always swore to protect. But you grew up and became skilled with a bow and knife as any human was

Fili and Kili

It’s a duel between brothers! Both constantly vie for your attention and teasingly sabotage the other in their constant attempts. You think it’s oddly adorable of them.

Bofur

The master thief’s daughter is the surprise addition to this party, but he’s admired how well you are with a bow and arrow for hunting game

Loudly boasted to the Elves that you were a better archer!

Ori

Bless his little! He swears he’s died and gone to the heavens upon meeting you. Cue the awkward flirtations and fleeting glances whenever you’re nearby. He thinks all your stories are great!

BONUS: Thranduil and Bard saw you take down some Orcs and were like “oh damn, wow 👀”

[swerveable]

So many people forget that Ori is the youngest Dwarf in Thorin's Company, when they make fanfiction for The Hobbit, film series specifically (which admittedly is 99% of the fanfics anyways).

"While in the book Fíli and Kíli are said to be the youngest of the thirteen Dwarves in Thorin's company by at least fifty years, Ori is instead the youngest within The Hobbit films" (Tolkiengateway.net, April 17, 2023).

[theaskywalker]

Imagine being Bard's sister and helping him smuggle Thorin and the rest into Lake Town

Masterlist

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Apple of my eye

This beautiful moodboard has been made by @sorisooyaa, my beloved baby...

In an attempt to break me out of my funk, here comes a little Ori story from the sweet sheet of the @fellowshipofthefics February Bingo.

Words: 1.5 k

Characters: Ori x reader

Prompt: Kissing in the rain

Your thoughts were flickering in and out of focus as you stared at the raindrops running down the opaque windowpane beside you despondently.

The weather had been rotten for days and you yearned for sunshine and blue skies with almost childlike fervency.

“What I wouldn’t give for a sweet, golden apple,” you sighed, well-aware of how whimsical and random that thought was, and leaned your head against the cool glass.

Rainstorms always made you feel profoundly lonely; they were meant for lazy cuddling by the fire and self-indulgent poetry readings. Unfortunately for you, the one who insidiously crept into all of your daydreams of sweet, innocent togetherness seemed stubbornly oblivious to your affections and so, you were doomed to petulant moping instead.

The slamming of a door interrupted your morose thoughts suddenly, and you looked up in surprise; surely, nobody would dare brave the vicious downpour when nightfall was so close at hand. You were, after all, well supplied and there was no good reason to venture forth at this hour.

“Lassie,” Dwalin grumbled reproachfully, “take a care what you wish for!”

Startled, you scanned the room and soon realised that it was indeed Ori, the very person you had been musing about so miserably, who had left the shelter of the small hut you were perched-up in together until the storm had abated.

“What is he thinking?” you exclaimed in dismay, springing to your numb feet in alarm.

“You’ve asked for some fruit, so he went to get you what your heart desires.”

“Nonsense!” you opined vehemently. “Why would he do something so recklessly thoughtless? He’ll get mired down in the mud or lose his way in the blinding rain! What my heart desires…and he leaves, really!”

Kíli gave you a long, dumbfounded stare, his unwavering disbelief starkly evident in every single line of his face.

“Ori would try to unhook the moon and pick stars like flowers for you,” he eventually said and shook his head regretfully. “Not that it has done him much good thus far.”

The heat of indignation and of disappointed love rose into your cheeks as you strode towards the door without sparing a thought or word for the unduly forward prince.

“Bloody fool,” you cursed. “Thrice confounded idiot!” Without paying any further heed to the astonished faces turning towards you in your passionate outburst either, you threw open the door and rushed out into the onslaught of icy water fearlessly.

Immediately, rivulets of stunning cold made their way down your spine and permeated your clothes as you advanced, tottering, towards the nearby line of fruit trees on unsteady feet.

This might well have been a mistake, you conceded, but you were too proud and decided to turn back now like a beaten cur.

Soon, you could make out the beloved silhouette of a small, dainty being – leaning forward to defy the vengeful violence of the sheets of rain driving him back – moving resolutely under the shadow of the dark trees.

“Ori!”

He turned around, wiping one hand over his eyes to clear his vision.

“What are you doing? Come in! It’s raining too much for you to go trudging off alone; it’s not safe.”

With a small, slightly quivering smile, he let his other hand shoot forward and – as his stiff fingers unravelled – you could discern a beautiful, golden apple lying like an unlooked-for treasure in his palm.

“I just…you said..” Ori grimaced and took a step towards you, his offering still stretched out reverently in front of his drenched and wretchedly trembling body.

Before you could either chide or thank him, he slipped on a treacherous spot of deep mud and fell hard.

“Ori!” You hastened forward, instantly losing your balance as your foot caught on a stone that had been obscured by the churned-up earth, and slithered into him on your hands and knees. “Are you okay? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

Overcome by worry and love, you started patting his legs and arms – checking your hands for blood every other second – in a public display of attachment you would have been deeply ashamed of if anyone else had witnessed it.

“I just wanted to make you feel better,” Ori finished his previous thought quietly. “You looked so very sad because of the rain.”

“The rain?” It was true that you were not overly fond of overcast weather, but it had not really been the storm that had soured your mood. Maybe, you thought, it was time to tell him the truth; for once, you were perfectly alone and – surrounded by a veil of water – you truly felt as if you were the only people left alive in a world made of fury and darkness.

“I have tried to make you understand how much you mean to me for weeks now,” you confessed, crawling up over his prone body and staring longingly into his wide eyes. “It was the lack of a favourable reaction from you that has dampened my joy.”

Ori blinked in confusion. “That is highly irregular,” he finally said. “I might be slow, but I am steady; thus, I have dutifully studied your glances and smiles and I’ve memorised every one of them to make sure that I was not deluding myself.”

Proffering his apple once more, he blushed furiously. “I would have fulfilled your every wish, proving myself to be caring and reliable and then, a few months hence, I might have gathered the courage to present you with a token of my undying affection, made by my own hands and accompanied by a long letter of confession.”

He looked positively distraught now, wiping at his wet hair falling into his beautiful face periodically and gazing up at you with imploring intensity. “Never would I have guessed that my reticence would cause you pain. You must believe me when I swear that this was never my intention!”

You wanted everything he had described, of course, but you desired him more; you were restless and wet, and consequently good manners and wise precaution were not foremost in your troubled mind at that moment.

“Tell me true, Ori dearest, do you reciprocate my helpless infatuation then?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed, obviously scandalised by the minute flicker of doubt in your expression. “How could I not? Take this apple as a proof of my devotion; you yearned for sweetness and sunshine, and I’d stop the very rain from falling if only the depth of my love could tear the heavenly veils.”

“Sweetness,” you mused with a smirk and leaned forward to press your lips onto his brow. “I accept what you are offering, my darling.”

That face you had been dreaming about for so many days and nights was tilted up ever so slightly and your heart understood the cautious invitation before your mind could even make sense of everything that was happening; your lips wandered across his freckled cheeks and along his soft, bearded jaw to land softly on that expressive mouth you so admired.

It was still raining hard and, every so often, you tossed your head back to draw a deep breath to avoid drowning in your greed and the abundance of water battering your back unforgivingly, but – now that you had Ori to yourself – you couldn’t stop kissing him until you were light-headed with giddy triumph.

“You’re soaked,” you finally laughed, leaning your forehead against his, “and so am I. Let’s go in and dry off; I am more than willing to share my bedroll with you until we’re warmed up again.”

His golden eyes flashed with hints of amber and onyx as he realised that you were the only one allotted a separate chamber for privacy reasons; he had never set foot in that forbidden room and the thought of being secluded with you in so intimate a manner made his blush deepen and his fingers tremble.

“Highly…” he started.

“Irregular? Indecent? Tempting?” you supplied with a wink and scrambled to your feet cautiously, grabbing his hand and pulling him up alongside you.

“Yes!”

“Well, you’ve risked your health and happiness to get me an apple,” you grinned. “I would be remiss indeed if I didn’t risk my reputation and integrity to show myself appropriately grateful.”

Once more, he looked highly bewildered by your forwardness, but he followed you back to the cabin without saying another word.

“Ah, you’re alive!” The members of his company – friends and kin – seemed both relieved and amused by the muddy, drenched, pathetic sight of your victorious return.

“Indeed,” you said, still dragging Ori by the hand and presenting your apple proudly. “We shall now retire to clean up and to celebrate the successful foray of our dearest Ori.”

You disappeared into the small room at the end of the hall under a hail of hooting and hollering; someone wisely prophesied that Ori would end up marrying you and someone else – Kíli if your ears did not betray you – predicted an outcome of a much lewder variety.

If you had any say in the matter, as you hoped you would, you’d prove each and every one of them right before long.

So, special thanks to my darling baby for this beautiful edit...

And thanks to @fellowshipofthefics for the lovely prompts and the support.

Lots of love from a very sad little me!

[gaycrackheadraccoon]

you’re fucking welcome simps

Guess what bitch just made the first Ori motherfucking chatbot on character AI? 

ME

try it out for yourself guys, go be simps, do it. https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=Mh03VW8AoZkZNNY1FXwgUKy8gw_h2GVRZMXFUYL2oR8 you can thank me later

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Courting Gifts- Thorin x Human!Reader

Summary: Reader didn’t realise what Thorin gave her was a courting gift, but she’s quick to remedy it

Word count: 966

Your hands begin to shake as you run through Erebor to find Ori. Your heart racing and your feet pounding against the marble of the newly restored kingdom, as you looked for the young dwarf.

Thorin had given you a beautiful dagger a couple weeks ago, assuming it was a thank you gift of friends, as you’d been the one to never leave his side and have worked so hard to restore his kingdom. Unfortunately according to Kili and Fili, you were completely wrong.

That beautiful danger was one Thorin had hand crafted just for you, using a style and gems he knew you loved, and according to his nephews, it was in fact a courting gift. Your heart seemed to stop at hearing this, not because of your lack of feelings for the king, but more for your abundance of them.

You never thought Thorin would return the feelings you had for him, but now you were beginning to understand why he had been so grumpy lately. According to his nephews, once a woman is gifted her courting gift, it is customary for her to give one in return.

It had been two weeks and Thorin had not noticed you making anything or asking anyone to help you make him something, so his heart sank.

As soon as the princes explained this to you, you ran to Ori, hoping he could help. Weapons and jewellery weren’t really your strong suit, but you had knit and crocheted some things when you were younger, so you figured that was the best way to go.

“Ori!” You yelled as you finally saw him, causing a few dwarves to turn to look at you.

Turning around he smiled sweetly as he saw you running towards him.

“My sweet dwarven friend, I need your help.” You puffed out with a hopeful grin, all the running around causing you to be a little out of breath.

*****

Luckily for you, Ori was more than happy to help; in fact the young dwarf beamed and jumped at the opportunity to help his ‘future queen’ as he put it. Such a title filled you with both anxiety but mainly excitement as you began your plan.

For the past few weeks you had worked hard to make Thorin a blanket that he would hopefully love. It wasn’t perfect and some of it was slightly loose, but Ori, Fili and Kili reassured you that it was the love and hard work that you put into it that would make Thorin smile.

For the past two weeks the princes and Ori had been running between helping you and calming Thorin, while you worked hard at your gift.

Late one night as you knocked on the door to Thorins study, you remembered all the reassuring words your friends had spoken to you.

‘He will love it!’

‘It’s made by you and with your love, don’t forget that’

‘Hurry up and be my Aunty already!’

Those encouraging words seemed to run faster and faster through your head as you waited for Thorin to answer the study door. As the door swung open, both of your somber looks turned to matching bright smiles as you looked at one another.

Working on the gift meant you hadn’t seen as much of Thorin as you usually would, but looking into each others eyes now, felt like a soothing balm over you both.

Silently stepping aside to let you into the study, you took a deep breath as you gently placed your wrapped present on the plush couch. Thorin chose to also stand as he smirked at your cute fussing.

Walking over to him once the gift was placed out of the way, you gingerly took his hands in yours, a smile growing on your face as he reciprocated the action.

“Thorin, when you had gifted me that dagger, I didn’t know the intention behind it, but after learning what it meant I wanted to make amends for how I must have hurt you, not returning a gift.” You smile sweetly down at him.

Taking one of his cheek in your hand, your thumb rubs against his cheek bone. A mix of realisation, relief and joy hit his eyes as the meaning of what you were saying began to sink in.

Gently stepping away from him, you retrieve your gift from the couch.

“This is for you, to show that I not just accept your gift, but that I relish in its meaning.” You smile warmly as you place the gift in his hands, a tear of happiness threatening to break from your now watery eyes.

Your eyes flitter between his hands and face as he begins to unwrap the blanket.

Finally the gift is revealed and he lets out a breathy laugh and tear filled smile as he takes in your gift. His smile grows and grows the more he looks at it, the gift filling him with so much joy he can’t help but rub it gently across his face.

After a while of admiring your gift, his eyes finally meet yours. Placing the blanket on his desk chair, he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you, Amrâlimê. Your gift means more to me than I can ever express. It will keep us and our future family warm at night and bring us joy for years to come. Your gift is more perfect than you will ever know.” He tearfully expresses to you, now gently embracing your face in his strong hands.

“I love you, Thorin.” You confess as you stare into his beautiful eyes.

“I love you too, my sweet Zabdûna (queen).” Thorin returns your confession, as he leans into you sweetly, and plants a passionate kiss on your lips, that you are more than eager to return.

[shirefantasies]

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

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

Pairing Fem!Reader x Kíli

Thank youu🫶💗

Omg thanks! Comfort writing is a big honor 🥹

Mission of Misunderstanding- Kili x F!Human!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

"What did I miss while we were gone?"

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

"Did...did anything happen?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

“I know, Fee.”

“Spark.”

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

“Well hello there, Master Burglar.”

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

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

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

“I beg your pardon?” Bilbo simply replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fili did know. He knew, all right.

~

“Psst! Psst! Hoo! Hoo! Caw!”

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

“Reconnaissance successful,” his older brother hissed.

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

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

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

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

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

Another nod. “Alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

"Are congratulations in order?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you convinced?"

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

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

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[mountkennedie]

Straggler

Kili Durin x human!reader

Summary: An au where everyone lives happily in erebor and kili is in love with you (lucky)

Warnings: ONLY TWO uses of y/n, and fluff ofc

A.N. i love kili and he loves me tbh.

Bagginshield mention lol.

Also: -ê khi love: my one love and Ghivashel: treasure of all treasures

Kili is 4'8, Reader is around 5'4

"You look beautiful in the sunlight," the dwarf beside you said. You jumped, you swore when you left this morning, and you didn't have any stragglers. However, here you are, with Kili Durin on your tracks. You weren't going to lie, you enjoyed the princes company, if only he gave you a warning beforehand.

You all had been thriving in Erebor upon a year now. Now that things had settled and riches distributed, everyone was able to return to a simpler life. Ori began exploring crochet after mastering knit. You enjoyed going on walks around the mountain, and Kili enjoyed you.

You looked down to him and furrowed your eyebrows, unsure if you heard what you thought you did. "I said um," he began to look sheepish, "you look beautiful in the sunlight, Y/n."

"Thank you," you bowed your head in appreciation, then began to continue your stroll when he said, "Wait!" He grasped your forearm, "may I join you this morning?" He gave you a warm smile in addition to the sweet eyes you could hardly resist.

"You already are KIli," I told him, returning the smile. "But sure, why not." He wasted no time in meeting you at your side. "I really love the view," your gaze followed over the trees and valleys and into the overwhelming beauty of Middle Earth. After being on the year-long quest and exhausting final battle, you can finally appreciate the scenery you're surrounded with. It sends waves of peace over you that you only wish to bask in until the end of time.

"So do I," he whispered. But instead of looking at the young rising sun over the horizon, his gaze on you didn't falter. To an onlooker, it would look as if his sight upon you had grown more intense.

You, of course, noticed this. "Kili, I'm serious!" You playfully shoved him to the side. You let laughter spill from your lips, and he joined you. You paced forward slowly, "you know... would you ever like to see it all?" Your voice matched your vision, very distant.

"All..?" He asked you whilst meeting your speed.

"Of middle earth. Would you ever want to see the entirety of our world?" You spoke quietly, thinking of how you would answer that question. In all honesty, you would. But not for a long time. You needed a couple of years before venturing on your next quest, and with the knowledge you now know, you would not want to go alone.

"I see the entirety of my world every day," he spoke softly. He stopped walking and looked at you. You halted and looked at him. He had a gentle smile on his face. Crossing the short distance, you stood before him.

"Must you always be a flirt?"

Looking up into your eyes, "I must," he mused.

"And why is that, Kili?"

"Y/n, -ê khi love, I think you know," he took your hand in his. He held you like you were the rarest treasure, and for how he was looking in your eyes, to him you were.

"Kili..." You were speechless. His eyes were studying every movement your face made, trying to learn as much as possible about what you were thinking. But you saved him the trouble, "amrâlimê." You had so desperately wanted to give that name to him. You smiled so brightly, and he returned it. It was debatable who out shined the other.

"Really?" He couldn't contain the excitement he felt inside. All the talks with his uncles about how properly court had finally paid off. He knew he needed to meet with Thorin and Bilbo as soon as possible, but it could still wait until he completed the courting tradition.

"So does that mean we'd give each other the braids?" You felt like a child for asking that question, but being human, this was new to you. Thorin had conveniently told about the practice yesterday.

"It does! It does, indeed." He reached back and released his shiny brunette hair for the silver clip he had installed and turned his back to you. You don't think you've ever seen him so eager. Upon picking up some strands, you heard your lover sigh deeply. If only you were a dwarf, to fully understand this significance. You've noticed Fili's braids. Maybe he's waiting on his turn since.

When you finish the braid, you let your fingers run through the rest of his locs, as if hypnotized. He turned to look at you, tears in his eyes. His hand took yours and placed a lingering kiss on the back of it. He did not break eye contact during the small gesture, and it sent waves of emotion through you. "Your turn, ghivashel."

His gentle tone woke you from your thoughts. You gasped a little and smiled. You turned your back to him and sucked in a breath, beyond excited to receive a braid of your own.

After finishing his portion, you hear Kili release an uneven breath. You turn around to see him with tears in his eyes. You don't ever think you have been gazed upon in such a way as he is gazing now. Eyes wet with tears, but full of passion and love that could never be shown to anyone other than his One.

You held his face in your hands and looked deep into those eyes. He leaned his forehead up to rest against yours, and you closed the gap. The feeling surging between the two of you could never be measured. Without a word, you both aimed for each others lips, a final collision to seal tradition.

It was languid and slow but full of life. Pulling away, you both looked each other in the eyes. "If only I could tell you how many nights I've laid awake... waiting for this moment, -ê khi love." His eyes looked over your face as if taking it all in for the first time. Not getting enough of every inch it crossed over.

"You will never have to wait again."

[andinthedarknessbindthem]

Fili X Reader - Restless

✿ Words: 2,688

✿ Themes: Kinda(?) Angst, Fluff

✿ Prompt: After the Battle of the Five Armies, you are tasked with keeping the line of Durin alive.

✿ Posted: 2/19/23

You had merged into Thorin’s company when they stumbled upon Beorn the skin-changer. You just happened to find Beorn a few weeks earlier as a traveling healer. After you helped with the injuries they had, it was decided by Gandalf that you would continue with them. You spent a good three months with Thorin and the company and had come to appreciate them all, and them you. 

You loved watching Ori knit next to the fire. He was even sweet enough to teach you how to mend your own clothes and made you a pair of knit gloves that you carry with you at all times.

Bofur would tell the funniest stories when you and Bombur prepared dinner with him. You could always tell it was a really good story whenever Bifur would laugh and slap your back, saying words that you could understand.

Oin shared his healing techniques with you, and you to him. It was a wonderful learning experience that would come in handy later on. He also gifted you a small satchel to carry herbs in. 

Gloin always has something to say about his beloved wife and son. You would always hear groans from the other members, but you loved listening to him rant and rave about his family. It was so cute to hear how much he loved them.

Thorin and Dwalin were both tough nuts to crack. Thorin seemed to welcome you in once you spat in the face of Thranduil in Mirkwood. You ended up buttering up Dwalin on accident. You had some cookies from another passing traveler that you helped and were eating a few when you noticed him eyeing down the small bag you were holding. You tied the top of the bag and tossed it to him. He seemed frazzled at first but grunted in appreciation.

Nori was an annoyance, but you still enjoyed him. You would always find him looking over something of yours that had miraculously ‘fallen’ out of your bag. He did try teaching you how to pick-pocket, but you weren’t very good at it.

You loved Dori and Balin. They were the ones that you would always go to for advice. They were the grandparents you never had. Dori especially seemed very mothering towards you, going as far as making sure you always were close enough to the fire.

Kili was a menace when it came to his teasing. There wasn’t a day that went by without some sort of joke that would make your cheeks heat up. You were glad you could take some of the attention from Bilbo though.

You loved going to Bilbo when you needed a civilized and calm chat. You both spoke of simpler times and gardens.

Fili… Oh, Fili was something special. Despite being like his brother, there was something else about him that just completed you. When he stepped in front of you to defend you from a spider, your heart fluttered. When he waded back into the water to pull you from your barrel, your stomach did flip-flops. When he grabbed your hand for comfort when his brother was sick, you nearly exploded. 

When you reached Erebor, you ended up spending even more time with him as you both were on the same schedule looking for the Arkenstone. You hated to admit it, but you’d come to fall for the blonde dwarf, and spending every waking moment with him didn’t help. You only ever confessed your crush to Bilbo when he caught you gawking at Fili who just bathed in a stream. You never dared to tell Fili, too scared to ruin what you had now.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

After the battle of the five armies, the line of Durin returned to you tremendously wounded. We’re talking twenty minutes from death kind of injuries.

You and Oin were working around the clock trying to repair the damage that was dealt to your newfound family. Your weak heart allowed tears to fall from your eyes as you worked on Thorin, worried that they all wouldn’t make it. A few hours later you managed to stop the bleeding and suture any lacerations or mutilations.

By the twenty-sixth hour, your mind was worn out as you sat on a table mixing a salve as Oin mixed up the decoction. It was silent in the room, the only sounds being the small clinks of glass and breathing.

You jumped when you heard the door squeak open, the head of Dori popped in and you nodded at him, continuing with your work. He took this as an okay to come in, his eyes looked over the three men laying on the beds.

“How are they?” He asked, not making eye contact.

You had a grim smile on your face as you mustered up some words, ���Mostly stable.” 

You watched out of the corner of your eye as Oin’s head lightly drop before lifting again, You slid off the table and placed down your finished salve. You walked to Oin and plucked the decoction out of his hands.

“I’m not done with that!” He grumbled, reaching up for it. You moved it out of reach and walked to Dori, placing your empty hand on his shoulder.

“Do me a favor and get him to bed.” You pleaded, eyes looking between his. 

“I don’t need to sleep. There’s much work to do!” Oin tried to argue but you just shook your head.

“It’s no help to either of us if you faint from exhaustion,” You gave him a sympathetic look. “I can handle it, don’t worry.” He grumbled a bit but didn’t fight as Nori led him out of the room.

You spent hours delicately washing the blood off of the dwarves' bodies and coating their wounds in the salve. By the time you were done and pouring small amounts of the decoction in their mouths, you were half asleep. 

Your head lightly raised when a knock sounded on the door. You hummed in response as you began to gather all of the bloody tools that needed to be cleaned. The door creaked open and a grunt met your ears. You peeked over your shoulder to look at the dwarf who entered, Dwalin and it looked like Bofur was right behind him.

There was a low whistle from Bofur before he spoke, “Lass, I mean this in the nicest way,” He started. “You look terrible.”

You scoffed as you dropped the metal tools into a large basin. “I’m well aware, thank you.” You slowly blinked before turning on the water, a soft sigh leaving your lips as the cold slightly shocked you awake. Wiping your hands off on a towel, you pushed the herbs to the side now.

“Are they-” Dwalin stopped mid-sentence, seeing a sorrowful look in his eyes. You’re sure he must be in as much pain as yourself, seeing his best friend laying there.

You moved to him placing a tired hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “All alive. I’ve been keeping a keen eye on them.” You lazily smiled. You walked over to Fili’s bedside, a downcast look as you brushed the hair off his face. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath.

“When’s the last time you’ve slept?” Bofur asked. You thought for a moment and shrugged as you stood there. 

“Not that long ago. I’m alright.” You brushed him off, opening your eyes and continuing to work on organizing the herbs back to where they were originally.

You weren’t aware of the looks that Bofur and Dwalin shared behind your back but it wasn’t long before Dwalin stepped forward and grabbed your hips, heaving you over his shoulder. A gasp slipped out of your mouth. You went to fight him, but limply hanging there only made you realize how tired you were.

“Sleep well dove!” Bofur’s voice called to your and Dwalin’s retreating form.

-.-.-.-.-.-.- 2 Weeks Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-

You and Oin had been keeping Thorin, Fili, and Kili under constant supervision. This meant 12 hours of your awake hours you spent in that room treating them.

Today, you were walking towards the room. You had a heap of books you planned to read during your downtime, but you froze in place when you could hear a voice inside the door, then a familiar laugh.

You rushed forward, books clattering to the floor, slamming the door open and looking towards where Kili lay. He was awake!

“Oh, Kili!” You cried out, running to the side of his bed and dropping to your knees. You grabbed onto his hand, excited to see one of your friends awake.

“Did you think I would die that easy?” He teased in a weak voice. You laughed and shook your head.

“I’m so grateful for that.”

 -.-.-.-.-.-.- 1 Month Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-

You had been talking to Oin in the corner about making a balm for Kili to use on his own when you heard a low groan. You both turned towards Kili, expecting him to be whining about his pain again but he was staring at his uncle. You turned your gaze upon Thorin, watching his face scrunch up before his hand twitched. You quickly moved forward, bending over him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Thorin? Thorin can you hear me?” You asked before turning to Oin, “Can you hand me the macerate-” You were cut off by a painful hand around your arm, Thorin reeled forward screaming out a war cry. 

Oin rushed to help you hold him down and attempted to calm him, but he acted as though he was still in the middle of battle. You received a good punch to the face, stumbling back before rushing forward again and holding him down with more ferocity. If it wasn’t for Kili, who stumbled into the hall and called out at the passing Dwalin, you’re sure you would have received much worse.

When Thorin finally calmed down and came to, he looked at you with a horrified expression.

“My deepest apologies, (Y/N). I thought you-” You smiled and placed a hand on his.

“Thorin, it’s alright. You’ve been through much more than I.” You reassured him with a small pat on his hand. “I’m just glad we all have you back, King under the mountain.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.- 2 Months Later -.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kili and Thorin were both mostly on their own at this point, only coming in every now and then for a tincture to help their pain. 

But Fili… Fili was still sound asleep.

Every day you would talk to him as he lay in that bed. While you talked you would do things like clean him up, change his bandages, and even mix up some medicine just to prepare for the worst.

Today was draining. New dwarves were flooding into Erebor and in your free time, you were helping the others by showing the new Darrow their way around the mountain. Oin had a rough day himself and asked if you would be okay to cover his shift. You knew that nothing ever happened so you accepted.

You had just packaged up a few salves when a yawn hit you. You could probably get away with a small rest even though you knew you weren't supposed to. Your eyes glanced at the empty beds before they slowly drifted to Fili. Slowly shuffling to his bedside, you examined his features. He looked so comfortable and warm. You crawled up next to him, before carefully laying down. You lightly rested your head on his chest, ear pressing against the fabric covering his torso.

“Your heartbeat has always been so calming to me, Fee.” You hummed to yourself, letting your arm trace over a scar on his arm. 

“I wish I told you how I felt before this happened. Hell, I wish I could tell you now.” You sighed, shutting your eyes and focusing on his heartbeat. 

“No one is around to hear, I don’t see any harm…” You opened your eyes, moving up the bed towards his face. “I love you, Fili. From the moment I laid eyes on you I knew I did.” You placed a light kiss on his cheek.

“I would do anything just to see your smile again, to hear your laugh, to see your eyes sparkle in the sun.” You whispered before resting your head down on his chest again, slowly giving into the darkness of sleep.

You groggily blinked as you woke yourself up, unfurling yourself from Fili’s side. You grabbed onto Fili’s arm which now wrapped around your waist. You must have moved it while you rested.

“Oh Fili, your skin is so soft..” You murmured, bringing his hand up and placing a kiss on his palm.

You brought your head to rest back on his chest, “If you were awake, I would tell you how much I adored you…” you sighed. “How much I miss you…”

A few minutes passed as you laid on him, there was still so much you had to do before Oin came in, “I should probably stop talking and get to work.” 

“Please keep talking, I love the sound of your voice.” A throaty voice crackled in your ear.

You let out a shrill scream as you flailed and fell off the bed with a slap against the cold stone ground. You stared up as you could hear the shifting of him on the bed.

“Fili?” You whispered as you shakily stood off the ground, his blue eyes were cracked weakly but a bright smile still played on his lips.

“Hello sweetling.” He cooed, arm feebly reaching out for you. Had it not been for your excitement of seeing him awake, you would have thought more about what he called you.

You swiftly crawled onto the bed next to him, sitting on your knees and cupping his cheeks. “Oh, Fili…” You whimpered, examining over him.”I didn’t think you were going to wake up…” 

He used his hand against your back to gently direct you down until you were spooned to his side. “For a while, I dreamt of nothing. But then, it was you.” He sucked in a small breath, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek. “When I was about to give up, you came forward, urging me to return to you.”

You pressed into his hand but furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “What are you saying?” 

“I love you, (Y/N). I should have told you before I left you on the ramparts.” He whispered, “The last few days I listened to your words of adoration, and I knew you felt the same about me.” He confessed

Your breath hitched in your throat. He had heard you. He had heard it all! Your cheeks heated up as you opened your mouth to find something to say, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak.

“I want to court you.” Fili announced confidently, his smile unfaltering on his stunning face.

“Fili…” You muttered in shock, his thumb brushed away a tear that escaped your eyes.

“It doesn't have to be now,” His voice lowered to a desire-filled whisper. “But I cannot possibly stand another second knowing you are not mine.” 

You shifted where you lay, choosing to instead move and hover over him. He breathed deeply as you looked over him, his free hand coming up to rest on your waist. Your stomach did backflips as you leaned down, gingerly just brushing your lips together. He quickly leaned up, locking your lips together. His lips were feathery as you both familiarized with each other. He tasted of the tincture you’d last given him, and something else that was just so uniquely him. 

His hand gripped your side harder, pulling you down until you were rested on top of him. Your cheeks burned as you reached up to brush a hand against his bearded chin. You reluctantly pulled your lips apart, Fili leaned up to try and follow but you placed a hand on his chest to keep him there.

You lovingly sighed as you bent down, pressing your foreheads together. “I am yours, FIli. I always have been.”

[elrondsimp]

Bilbo Baggins X F! reader

“Unnoticed love?” PT1

Being the only girl in the company was undoubtedly challenging, especially as a hobbit. The dwarves had never encountered a hobbit lass before, and they initially hesitated to let Y/n join the journey, fearing she would slow them down with their preference for comfort, specific meal times, and plumper physiques compared to other races. However, Y/n's unwavering determination eventually won them over. She vividly recalled the events that led to their acceptance.

The moon bathed the Shire in its ethereal glow, casting a beautiful blue tint upon the ground. Y/n observed Bilbo cooking and preparing tea for both of them.

"I apologize for missing tea this morning. A wizard tried to recruit me for an adventure, but I declined," Bilbo said, placing a cup of tea in front of Y/n. The sweet aroma wafted towards her face. Bilbo knew exactly how she liked her tea, with a touch of cream and plenty of sugar.

"No need to worry, Bo. I witnessed the interaction on my way to the market," Y/n replied, lifting the cup and taking a small sip, her laughter escaping as she did.

"What's so amusing?" Bilbo asked, curiosity evident in his voice. "Oh, just the expression on your face when you went inside. It's not every day one sees a displeased Bilbo, unless it involves those Sackville-Baggins," Y/n chuckled, picking up one of the sweet treats Bilbo had prepared and taking a bite.

The two of them often shared meals together, almost like a tradition, which had led some of the other hobbits to speculate about their romantic involvement. However, Y/n knew deep down that her feelings were unrequited, despite her yearning for more. If only she could see the way Bilbo looked at her.

Their comfortable silence was shattered by a loud, insistent knocking on the door, startling both hobbits. "Were we expecting company?" Y/n placed her pastry down and stood up. "I don't believe so," Bilbo replied, joining her. He approached the door, hesitant about turning anyone away. What if they needed help? Taking a deep breath, he grasped the doorknob and opened the door. A dwarf stood before them, his features highlighted by the moon's glow, giving his beard a bluish undertone.

"Dwalin, at your service," the dwarf introduced himself, bowing and eyeing both hobbits. The interaction was awkward as he barged in and helped himself to some food, leaving the hobbits dumbfounded. "I guess what they say about dwarves is true," Y/n huffed, observing him devour their food.

Before long, more dwarves arrived, including Balin, the brother of the first dwarf, and two brothers named Fili and Kili. The wizard himself also made an appearance, followed by a swarm of dwarves stumbling over each other as they entered.

Y/n found amusement in watching their squabbles as they struggled to regain their footing. One dwarf tipped his hat and winked at her. "Bofur," he introduced himself, extending his hand, which Y/n shyly shook. "Y/n, a pleasure," she replied in a soft, cautious voice. Bofur placed his other hand on top of hers, grinning. This gesture did not go unnoticed.

The situation escalated when the group began singing, resulting in chaos. They clanged silverware together, tossed food, and spilled wine everywhere. It was a spectacle that surely alerted the neighbors. Y/n attempted to catch plates, while Bilbo desperately tried to prevent further damage, including potential plumbing disasters.

Now in the kitchen, washing the dishes, a young dwarf named Ori approached Y/n. She smiled, looking at his bashful face, as he handed her a plate. "Thank you, Master Dwarf," she said graciously.

Since that fateful night, Y/n found herself surrounded by the dwarves. Initially, there was tension due to her outburst with Thorin, but she felt more at ease with the others. When she wasn't conversing with Bilbo, she would engage in discussions with Bofur or Balin. Bilbo observed from a distance, his stomach churning with a sense of neglect. He couldn't quite pinpoint whether it was jealousy or anger, but he despised the feeling. He would watch Y/n return from the river, her wet hair clinging to her face, her flushed cheeks after a battle, or her cheeks puffing out when she ate. Observing her lick her lips only heightened his desire.

"Are you alright, Master Burglar?" Fili nudged Bilbo, snapping him out of his reverie. "Hm? Yes, I'm quite alright," Bilbo replied, fumbling with his hands, worried that he had been caught staring at his beloved friend. "It must be challenging being away from home, let alone on a perilous mission. But at least you still have some comfort with you," Fili remarked, glancing at Y/n. "I don't know how you manage to stay focused," he continued, his gaze lingering admiringly on her curvaceous figure. Bilbo couldn't blame them; he himself was guilty of such thoughts. He watched Y/n's every move, her hair still damp and sticking to her face as she walked alongside Ori, listening to his rant about his older brothers.

Bilbo's desire for Y/n remained unspoken, buried deep within. One side of him yearned to claim her as his own, to let the world know that she belonged to him. But he knew the truth—she was not his. They weren't courting, which meant she was available for others to pursue. The other side of him simply longed to drag her away into a secluded tent and express his desires, hoping she would reciprocate.

"Bilbo," Thorin's voice echoed, breaking the momentary trance. "Tend to the horses," he commanded. Bilbo sighed, watching Y/n fulfill her duties.

The company continued their journey towards Erebor, which meant passing through Mirkwood—a prospect that displeased Thorin but left him with no alternative. It was no surprise when they were captured by the elves. While the other dwarves underwent thorough searches, the elves were uncertain where to begin searching Y/n. One male elf patted down her sleeves, but that was the extent of it. "Hey! Why are you putting your filthy hands all over us but ignoring her?" Kili exclaimed, but the elf sighed and ignored his question. "We should have hidden our weapons on her," Gloin grumbled. "Excuse me?" Y/n turned her head, astonished by the remark.

They were presented before the king himself, Thranduil. Thorin gritted his teeth, looking beyond him. "Mr. Thorin, are you alright?" Y/n glanced at her leader, witnessing a softening in his gaze when he looked at her. She appeared so vulnerable, restrained—though they all likely did—yet he remained silent.

A gentle hand slid under Y/n's chin, redirecting her attention from Thorin to Thranduil. "Sweet hobbit, what brings you so far from the Shire?" Thranduil cooed, treating her as if she were a child. Y/n remained silent, her mind plagued by numerous

questions. Would everyone be alright? Would she be safe? And, most importantly, where was Bilbo? Unbeknownst to them, he observed everything from his hidden vantage point. He had never seen her look so fragile before, kneeling before a king, beneath someone who wasn't him.

"Are you at a loss for words? No matter, we will take good care of your friends," Thranduil declared before instructing his guards to remove them, leaving the two alone. Bilbo knew he had to act swiftly, despite the heartache it caused him. He had to find a way for them to escape as soon as possible.

Thranduil circled around Y/n, resembling a predator stalking its prey. "You never answered my question. Are you here to reclaim Erebor as well?" His tone carried a taunting quality, as if he couldn't believe a hobbit would willingly leave the comfort of their own home for an adventure. "Release them; they are my friends," Y/n spoke softly. Thranduil chuckled, ceasing his circling motion and kneeling before her. "Friends? Oh, my dear, you are merely a pawn in their game. Once they have the opportunity, they will discard you as if you were nothing," he said, gazing into her eyes. "Oh, little one."

He lightly caressed her cheek, smiling. "I believe it's only fair to say you will be treated much better here. I cannot allow your delicate hands to become even more roughed up than they already are," he remarked, alluding to the skirmish with the giant spiders. "Stay with me," he urged. "No," Y/n replied firmly.

"No?" Thranduil removed his hand from her cheek, repeating her answer. "No?" Rising from his kneeling position, he stared her down. "Why not? Do you truly wish to fight alongside these... these creatures? Oh, my dear, you should learn to choose your battles wisely because...," his voice darkened, "I'm afraid you won't be spared." "I'm doing this for someone I love!" Y/n blurted out. Instead of a chuckle, Thranduil burst into laughter. "You? You love one of the dwarves?" he exclaimed. "It's not the dwarves. It's..." Y/n's voice trailed off. Thranduil sighed, instructing Tauriel to apprehend her alongside the others.

Now sitting alone in a dark and desolate cell, Y/n was left with her thoughts. Worries washed over her, refusing to dissipate. They were trapped, and Bilbo was nowhere to be found. What if he had been devoured by the spiders?

[l-itraklies]

Little Elf

Warnings: none

Pairing: no specific but Thorin x reader, Kili x reader and Fili x reader

Part 1 of ???

Words: 1008

Narrators POV.

Running through the dark forest, she could hear the laughter of her brothers on her tail. "Y/N!" She heard her brother Bucca announce. "Mana, otorno?" She replied ("What, brother?"). Stepping on the branches of trees and jumping to the next, each hanging over the only path into the city. "Come back!" Algar, her oldest brother replied. She landed on a rather larger branch and crouched as low as she could. She pulled an arrow out of her leather quiver, pulling it through the bow. She drew her bow back and swiftly let it go. She was hitting the tree right above one of their heads, leading them away.

She let out a light chuckle before whistling calling her horse, Álváró, to her. The sound of hooves approached her, and she slipped through the branches onto the back of him.

Meanwhile

Thorin and his party (pre-Bilbo), made their way to the gates of the elven city of Lindon. "Thorin, must we keep going?" Bomber complained, "We haven't stopped since breakfast!". Thorin sent him a glare sharp enough to cut stone, sending a fearful shiver to the dwarf. "The wizard says there is someone we need here," he stated bluntly and quite rude if you ask bomber. “It is true” Gandalf announced to them.  A crack came from the trees outside of the path. "Uncle?" Kili muttered, "Yah hear that?" The company listened closely, but the noise did not repeat. "No, lad!" His brother responded cheerfully.

As they neared the entrance of the city a tall stone wall appeared, covered in embellishments. On the top sat guards undisturbed by the dwarves. The gates began to open far before they reached the wall. "Can they see us?" Ori questioned, then the sound of hooves came running. On a jet-black horse road, a beautiful elf had long platinum hair as smooth as fine silk on its back.  She road straight through the party, bursting with pure euphoria and laughter. Gasps of amazement emerged from the group as she rode straight through the gates. She whipped her legs off the horse and hopping down, she turned toward the gate.

A silver crown lay on her forehead, despite her dirtied and ragged clothes. She wore a blue blouse and a grey corset that cinched in around her waist. a small dagger was stowed in the corset and she carried her bow across her chest. Her hair was half braided and the rest was left untouched. "Let them in!" She announced.

"Who request entry to Lindon?" One guard announced

Thorin stepped off his pony responding, "Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain!" The rest of the dwarves follow him and step off their ponies. "Y/n, daughter of Merila queen of Lindon," she said lightly, bowing, her brother's road through the gates mad with rage. "We have guests brothers."

Kili's POV.

She looked as if she was a dream, angelic yet reckless looking. "... and my brother Kili," Fili said interrupting my thoughts. I gave a warm smile, "At your service." She smiled walking up to us all slowly. "Not necessary," she hummed with a bright smile. she stretched out her hands. Her smile turned to a look of confusion. "What is it?" I asked. "I'll take your things," she replied. "We have none," Balin answered. "oh-" her smile returned as she began to walk towards the palace when a tall elf, with red hair, emerged. "Y/n what is the meaning of this noise?" he said.

Narrators POV.

The elf was the king, Angrethor. "Well, they are dwarves," Y/n replied, "they seek your company." Though, she was the queen's daughter she was not the king's, and would not address him as such. "Fine"

Later

Y/n stood in a long pale green dress, that flared at her knees, and had a sweaty heart neckline revealing an emerald medallion around her neck. The room was lively there were elves dancing to the music, eating, and laughing. Except for the company, they sat at a separate table, slowly eating in a brooding manner. “Thorin?” came a voice from behind them, it was the princess, they all noticed her rather shorter frame, for elves and most dwarves as well. “Aye,” he replied, grimacing. “The king will see you now,” she hummed. “Very well,” he growled getting up. 

Thorins POV.

As we walked into the king’s quarters, the company laughed and belched behind me. “Quiet,” I hissed, whipping my head back. “Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thrain, son of Thror, King under the mountain, was it?” the king said, he did not seem remotely like the princess. His hair was as red as blood, his eyes were black instead of green. “Why is it you seek my company?” He questioned. “We wish the Pirncess, to join our company and quest to reclaim the lonely mountain, our home, from the dragon,” Balin explained, the princess was not in the room only the three princes and the king. “I reject, she is to be married,” he responded, “but you may stay as long as you please.” Suddenly the doors burst open, revealing the princess.

 “How dare you! I am not to be married, you have no power over me FALSE KING!” She yelled stomping toward the king red with rage. 

“I am your king and you will obey.” He said calmly

“What does she mean?” Dwalin questioned, to which the company just shook their heads.

Narrators POV.

Y/n lay in her bed, dried tears down her cheeks. She fiddled with her tiara in her hands. She wore her riding clothes, and she had daggers tucked into her boots and her quiver was filled with arrows and her short sword was freshly sharpened. The door squeaked open, and she thought it to be one of her brothers or palace caretakers. She threw a dagger toward the door just missing it and it dug into the wall beside the door. “Woah, ye almost took an ear off princess,” Bofur said from behind the door. “Sorry" Bofur stood by the bed, taking small breaths. "Would you join us?" he said, slightly quiet. "That false king is not my father, you know." she said, ignoring him, "My father was a dwarf, he served Thror and Thrain, to the day he was killed by orcs. and my mother,... killed by her own people for love, she was the true queen." Bofur stood there shocked, he couldn't believe what he'd heard. "Yes," she said looking up at him, "I will help you reclaim the mountain." The rest of the party walked in laughing, gloating, and throwing bags of coins at each other. "Bets will get you nowhere, dwarves."

"We know, little elf," Thorin said jokingly

[bluebellhairpin]

Thorin Oakenshield X Fem!Reader

Summary; The journey to Erebor takes you deeper into the dangers of Middle-Earth, and the promise you and Thorin made is put to the test.

Warnings; Talks of nightmares (visions of the future). Injuries and blood. One (1) swear word. Reader is female-body-coded, uses she/her pronouns, and is Human (Is called 'lass' once).

Listening to; 'Movement' by Hozier - "You are a call to motion, there, all of you a verb in perfect view."

Part 3 || Part 5

Series Masterlist || Masterlist || Ko-Fi

Thunderous booms, flashes of light and stone, rain that feel like thick fat needles. 

Glimpses of a future ahead were what woke you with a start. It was before dawn, only just, and already a few around you were quietly starting to pull on coats and pack up their bags. 

You stayed shocked still, your heart hadn’t yet slowed from the distressing dream which had you frozen in place. Something about this one felt different. More urgent. 

More real. 

Maybe it just came with the knowledge that this was a future - yours, and that of those around you. But your gut was telling you it was because this one was to be coming soon. You knew you saw nothing in order, you’d seen nothing come to play in front of you as it had in your visions - not yet.

But, that was going to change. 

You left Rivendell with a heavy heart. 

The comforts of the Elven city were now behind you, though still at such a close distance that you could turn back and look at it longingly. You knew trouble lay ahead - so far very few of your visions had come to fruition, and they seemed to only get worse, worrying you more, and more frequently. 

You were quite sick of them, in all honesty. 

“You need to keep a clear head.” Thorin called out to you, garnering your attention over the heads of a half dozen Dwarves. “If that means staying out of it, then stay out.” His words were harsh, laced with bitterness fueled by nothing but habit. 

He was right, though. If you were to help anyone, you needed to be on the ball. You nodded, firmly and quietly - Thorin seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if he expected you to fight back as usual, when you didn’t and simply kept moving, he resolved to do the same. 

Ori looked up at you from where he walked just behind you, all big eyes in his young face - or young for a Dwarf. 

“What?” you asked. He blinked.

“He isn't fighting you anymore.” You looked back at him, mouthing gaping open once, before closing again, and you looked ahead. Your eyes drew to Thorin. “You aren’t fighting him either.”

“I guess I’m not.” 

“It’s strange. To see it.” Ori commented again. “But it feels… normal.” 

You said nothing. 

“Something changed last night,” he said, kicking a rock ahead of you on the path. Bombur stepped on it. “When you both talked. It was something good, wasn’t it?” 

It really wasn’t, you felt. 

But when you looked back at him, he looked so hopeful. He was still so young, yet he was here. He was going to see awful things, you knew that - but if you could stop some of it, save someone, save that hopefulness, then did he really need to know? 

“It was Ori,” you said, “It was good.” 

Thorin felt sour inside. 

He’d pushed Balin ahead, saying he knew these paths better - he did - but Thorin knew them enough to lead everyone too. He really just wanted some time to think. To plan. 

Your meeting with the Lady Galadriel, and his with Lord Elrond - he needed to take it all in. 

Now he knew they had a time limit, that you were more important than he had thought or believed. Even something so little as how easy you actually got along now that both your pride’s were cast aside - he had no idea why it was that easy to do. You couldn’t have bewitched him, he knew that, but it would be so easy to think it. 

It filled him with a warmth of both fondness and anger - like steel or gold turning soft under the heat of fire - when he dwelt on it. So he didn’t. 

He was too busy right now to do that anymore anyway. 

The grass and mountains turned into rocky ledges - a slippery narrow path where one wrong foot could lead to a long and unpleasant fall. He was stuck thinking on his feet - where they were meant to go - and making sure everyone else did the same, while trying to keep an eye out through the rain for a place to shelter. 

Then, a crack of thunder, and he heard an unfamiliar yell. He heard you yell. 

Thorin had been keeping an eye on you, the way you migrated from the middle of the group to the back, and how you kept your eyes to the skies through the fabric of your hood - you were scared of heights. But even so, you hadn't made a single noise of distress until now. 

Thorin saw you yelling to Dwalin halfway up the group, unable to hear what you said through the rain. Then the message was relayed from Dwalin to Balin, and from Balin to him. 

“The lass says she’s seen this!” Balin said. 

“When?” Thorin frowned, then yelled to you “When!” your reply was faint, but he made out your words. 

“Last night!” 

“What do we do?” 

“Move!” you said, clutching the wet stone beside your head, “Quickly!”

Quickly they moved. The pace made room for more mistakes, more slip ups on the wet stone, but not one had yet fallen. 

Officially, you’d moved to the back of the group. Pushing everyone closer, keeping everyone nearby - Thorin could feel your haste and worry from all the way at the other end of the Company. Whatever you’d seen had you thoroughly panicked.

He’d never seen you lose your composure quite like this before. 

He didn’t know what you’d seen, but the promise he made pressed to the front of his skull - to do anything you said to keep everyone safe. He was going to move, and he would make everyone move too. 

Only a few more minutes passed before he, and everyone else, knew why you were so keen on moving out of these mountains so fast. 

“Giants!” Bofur called.

A too-large boulder was thrown and hit the mountain above the Company with a mighty crack, sending smaller boulders and rubble down past where everyone stood. Thorin, with a well-worn instinct that matched the others, pressed himself to the rock face, sheltering from the stone storm. 

“Move!” you called, pointing further up the path, “Don’t stop moving!” But everyone was either frozen in place, or stuck by those frozen - too stuck sheltering to risk moving and getting hurt. Thorin himself felt his feet unable to move, try as he might. 

The mountain above gave way with a groan, and the Company was divided in two under another downpour of rocks. 

Thorin knew he should listen to you - it was his biggest takeaway from tolerating those Elves, and this time he didn’t. He was too slow. Was this where he died? Where someone else died instead? 

He didn’t want to believe it. Even though he did, for a few fleeting moments hit with the cold, cruel idea that half his Company, including you and Fili, and the Hobbit, had died. He didn’t have to believe it. 

They were there, groaning and bruised in a lump of squirming limbs. He watched you push yourself up beside Fili, clutching a cut on your forehead that was weeping red - he doubted you were the only one who needed a moment to recover. 

And the mountain provided such a haven. 

A calm has settled over the group, resting on their shoulders and hair and clothes like dust collecting in an unused fire pit. Try as he might, Thorin was not sleeping that night. 

He’d watched as everyone took a place to rest. 

Watched as Oin finally convinced you to let him take a look at your head, cleaning the fresh wound that wove down from your hairline to your eyebrow. Even in the dark he could see the cut glinting with fresh blood waiting to scab over - they had nothing to fix it with. The hope would be that the bleeding stopped soon, and you’d run into no more trouble for a little while longer so it could heal enough to not tear open more. 

Then, he watched you sleep. He wondered how tiring it was, and worn you must've felt after what happened. Knowledge no one else knew was no easy weight to carry. He was glad that you appeared to be getting rest though. Thorin saw how your hands tucked under your arms to keep your fingers warm, and how your clothes rose and fell on top of your deep breaths of sleep. He found himself dozing off despite his resolve not to. 

But he was a light sleeper. 

You jolted awake, not from a dream but to a reality. 

Barely having time to react, you grabbed onto anything in an effort to keep your bearings as the ground underneath where you slept fell away. In your confusion and fear, you heard yourself ask what was happening in a stolen breath - your fall changed into a tumbling slide, which wasn’t helping to answer whatever unknown question was floating in your head. 

Someone's hand had your nose, then a foot clashed into your shin. An axe flew past your face - a narrow miss if there ever was one. Then you landed with a thump on top of someone's stomach, only for someone else to land on yours. 

“What do you guys eat,” you asked, wheezing, “You land like rocks.” 

“Bombur’s cooking does that to a Dwarf.” Someone mumbled behind you. 

Before you could stand, you felt a hand curl around your ankle, yanking you from the pile of writhing bodies. An unflattering squeal left your lips as you looked down to see boney fingers and yellow flesh. 

You kicked it with your other foot, then it was grabbed. You tried turning over to claw your hands into the wood to pull yourself away only for your arms to be snatched too. You were pushed and pulled into a standing position and then practically yanked forwards. 

Then you got a proper look at where you were. 

Standing a few inches taller than the Dwarves and these creatures whose capture you had - literally - fallen into, suddenly became a slight advantage. 

You were in a large cavern, being pushed along rickety wooden paths that groaned so loudly under the commotion that you wondered if they’d give way with the weight. The creatures themselves didn’t evoke much more reassurance. Goblins, if the Trolls from a few days ago were anything to go by. All beady eyes and mouths sending spittle in every direction. 

One came up to your face, climbing over the others to get a proper look at the Human among Dwarves - even pressed a curled nail into the skin next to your cut. A sibling anger to the ones currently in your fellowship rose inside you. 

“Oh! A real charmer aren’t you?” you said, leaning your weight on the two either side holding your arms to kick him in the chest, sending him flying backwards off into the dark chasm below. 

Then hands curled around your legs, puppeting you into walking but restricting enough to stop anymore deadly outbursts. 

 “Don’t fucking touch me! Let me go you wimpy,” you grunted, pulling an arm free and pushing one's face so hard as to send him back a few paces, “- Troll Swine!” 

A few moments later, you were brought to a standstill. 

You had been so focused on directly around you that you hadn’t realized exactly what was further around you. If this were a nest, you’d found yourself in the deep heart of it. 

But right in front of you was - probably - the ugliest looking thing you’d laid eyes on. You wished you could lay your eyes anywhere else, but there was some morbid curiosity inside you wondering how this… thing could end up looking quite like that. 

“Whose in my kingdom. How dare this come to be? What other purpose but for trouble?” he asked, and a much smaller Goblin bumbled forward.

“A Human, and Dwarves, sleeping right on our front porch.” 

You saw his eyes widen, and then barked orders for you all to be searched - you looked down at the Goblin in front of you. 

“Your fingers go in any flaps of my clothing, and I break them.” He didn’t touch you. 

“What are you doing here?” The Goblin King asked. But was met with silence. “Speak!” 

You looked over at Thorin, he was saying nothing, so neither were you. You knew he’d know what to do. 

You weren’t quite sure how it happened, but you were finally getting away. No one was being crushed, or having their limbs torn from their bodies - in fact the Company was dealing more damage than they were being dealt. 

You were in awe at how well they, and Gandalf, worked together. Like a well oiled machine, with all its parts precisely where they should be. You almost didn’t know where you’d fit in - what you could do to help rather than be a hindrance. 

But thinking you didn’t fit in, that you couldn’t, wasn’t going to help anyone. The course of events, the way everyone was fighting, you quickly found yourself beside Thorin himself. 

And you worked together like a river over rocks. It was like you were made for it. 

You pushed past waves and waves of Goblins, swinging at heads with your new swords as Thorin took aim lower. You were so under qualified for a fight like this, but you knew it had to be done - you knew you had to try. 

And Thorin, despite in the heat of battle, took the time not only to make sure you were still following and close, but once smiled. Small and fleeting, but a smile nonetheless. It told you without words that your best was good enough. That you were proving yourself worthy of being here despite your inexperience. 

Thorin came to an abrupt stop in front of you, having to put an arm out to steady both himself and you - having come half barreling into his back and Gandalf’s along with half the Company. 

The Goblin King stood in front of you, large and looming. You hoped Gandalf had a plan, for you at least had no answers, nor an idea of a way out of where you were now. All you knew - having then been hit by the sudden realisation - was that you would get out. 

Visions told of horrors ahead, ones felt and seen by all those around you - ones that did not play out trapped in this mountain, surrounded by Goblins and their King. 

Gandalf was doing a head count. Thorin had come to stop near Dwalin - his friend clapped his shoulder gently - and then he looked at you. 

Drawn, in a way. 

Your cut had worked open, weeping and glistening red like a ruby, but not bleeding. Not yet. You were still okay. An important piece of this journey, something as crucial as the map or key to burglar, was you. Maybe what he was feeling was just because he knew you were so vital. 

Even so, he couldn’t help thinking that wasn’t the only reason he was feeling so kindly of you, even though it might’ve only been yours. 

“Where is Bilbo?” Gandlaf asked, realising now that the Company was one short. “Where is the Hobbit? Pray, tell,” he said, approaching you as you looked up at him with fingers still gingerly tracing the edges of your injury, “Have you seen him?” 

You shook your head, no. You hadn’t. 

“I think I saw him slip away unnoticed,” Nori piped, “When they were first corralling us.” Thorin felt anger swell inside him. A knowledge he was right all along about Bilbo - that he wasn’t truly here to help, that he wasn’t taking this journey as seriously as he should be. 

“What happened,” Gandalf asked, “Exactly?” 

“I’ll tell you what happened.” Thorin started, stepping forward. He saw you lean back against a tree with a sigh - you didn’t like where this was going, but he went on anyway. After all, why would it bother him what you thought? “The Master Hobbit saw his chance to leave and he took it. Longing for nothing but his warm bed and hearth since he left it. We won't be seeing him again, he will be long gone.” 

Then something startled you, something you only noticed, and Bilbo stepped out from behind the tree you were leaning on. 

“No he isn’t.” 

“Bilbo!” You gasped, turning at his voice, face lighting up through your pain at the sight of your friend once lost, returned. 

It was clear you thought of that halfling fondly, and it filled Thorin with a small nagging guilt that he spoke so harshly of someone you regarded so highly. The Company likewise welcomed Bilbo back, with commendation and glee. He told of how he was homesick, how he had a home to return to - and how they did not. 

It struck a chord in Thorin. One that added to the song that was making up his guilt of past and present hostility. 

“With you're sneaking around like that Biblo,” he heard you say, “Oh, I had such a hunch you’d make a good burglar!” The Hobbit laughed half-heartedly, but you didn’t notice. A howl reached where you stood from the distance - a Warg - and Thorin watched you closely as you looked around only for your face to fall completely in recognition. 

You searched the group for someone - for him - and he felt he knew what you were going to say. 

“I know this - I’ve seen this place,” you said, he tentatively stepped forward only for you to stop him, “No, we need to leave.” 

“Orcs?” Balin asked. Your eyes fell, but you shoved those closest to you to start moving. Your head shook, and Thorin could see how your hold tightened on your sword. 

“Azog.” 

You remembered falling asleep to the deep humming of Dwarves, and the smell of coals burning. You were filled with warmth, inside and out, and you knew a piece of you would be left there by that hearth even after you’d left it. 

But that night, a night weeks ago - the night you spent in safety besides Bilbo’s fire in the Shire - held a bad omen. 

It held a dream of uprooted dirt, scraped knees, and palms stinging from the bark of fallen trees. The smell of a forest burning, and the sound of cries for help. A flash of teeth and fur, and promises in a tongue you didn’t understand. 

You saw eagles flying, and you saw Thorin dying.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Fallen Leaves

Written for @fandomfaeryreads <3 Thank you for requesting Kí still <3

This one might end on a cliffhanger, I am warning you <3

Characters: Kíli x reader

Words: 1 690

Warnings: injury, anxiety, sadness...cliffhanger

You had always loved the enchanted time between autumn and winter—there was a melody to it that far surpassed the song of the other seasons in its delicate beauty, and you were in the habit of walking amongst the tastefully denuded trees, a living phantom ambling under the protective gaze of those silent guardians.

This year, winter had come early, and the air smelled like acrid cold.

If you had found the courage to go up to the accursed ruins of Ravenhill, you might well have found the first snow clinging to the unyielding stone with stubborn determination—of course, your surprisingly light feet would never have carried you onto that fated scene of unspeakable tragedy.

Moreover, your cherished walks had been soured and spoiled by the gnawing uncertainty concerning your one true love—Kíli and you had only just started exchanging meaningful glances and playful quips when his uncle had carried him off to reconquer a realm you had never seen, yet you knew that he was the one your heart yearned for.

Indeed, you had not lost faith in the fragile, but fast-developing affection between the two of you, and—as soon as you had been able to—you had set out with your family on the long and arduous trip to Erebor to follow him.

Not once had you doubted that Thorin Oakenshield, backed up by his sister-sons and friends, would vanquish the scaled foe and reclaim the traditional seat of his line.

Maybe, you thought now as you staggered through dark, depressing corridors haphazardly, you had simply depleted your willingness and strength during that long trek, and you no longer had any miles of pleasant walks left in you.

Oh! What naïvely high hopes you had had and how your heart had soared upon catching the first glimpse of the majestic Lonely Mountain that should have become the cradle of all your happiness and that had since threatened to turn into the tomb of your most precious hopes.

There had been a fight—nay, a war—and, even though the Khâzad had been victorious and the dark enemy pushed back, heavy losses had been suffered.

At that news, your heart had clenched, but a young dwarf with soulful eyes had immediately reassured you that neither the king nor his nephews had been slain.

Sighing now, you remembered the brief, fleeting moment of relief that had been shattered by his whispered addendum that they were, however, grievously wounded and might well succumb to their injuries yet.

Ever since, you travelled from your chambers down the long hallways to Kíli’s sickroom and back with steadfast faithfulness—you never entered, for you were not his spouse and had no right to demand being let in, but you stayed there to watch the healers’ faces, in hopes that their expression might tell you anything about your sweet prince’s state.

In time, someone had brought a chair for you, and that very first friend of Kíli’s you had met—Ori by name—usually joined you for as long as he could.

Through him and his careful tales, you had been able to piece together what had happened since their company had left their home in the Blue Mountains.

“I do not want to distress you,” Ori had said, visibly torn between the desire to share his meticulously crafted narration and his inescapable duty of observing the rules of propriety and exerting caution when it came to young, potentially susceptible dams.

“I am not made of sugar,” you had bellowed. “Tell me all and tell me true.”

Both his momentary hesitation and his subsequent honesty did him credit, you found, and you were exceedingly thankful for his friendship.

Of course, he had thought that the things they had experienced were much too violent and gruesome for a well-bred lady to hear, but you had been able to convince him that—however awful the truth would be—your mind had come up with worse scenarios during the long months of travel.

Unable to contradict or disprove this claim, Ori had submitted to your stubborn insistence, and thus, you had been able to learn how Kíli—object of all your intimate hopes and desires—had been pierced by an orcish blade in the defence of his uncle and king.

Pride and shock had intermingled into a singular jolt of sheer pain, but you had neither fainted nor faltered but merely nodded grimly—the prince had turned out to be exactly the kind of dwarf you had thought him to be, and you prayed to Mahal that he might live.

Even if he was never to become your own to have and to hold, this Kingdom and any other would be better for having such a brave and fierce warrior to defend and guard it.

You smiled softly as you turned the corner, imagining Kíli—alive and laughing—in Durin blue while he sat at the King’s side at the impressive, presently shockingly deserted, table in the Great Hall.

“Oh, hey!”

When you arrived outside Kíli’s door, Ori was already there. Tucked under his right arm was, as ever, a book, but his cheeks were reddened, and his eyes were bright.

“You’ve never told me that you were so close to Kíli,” he said in a squeaky, excited voice.

“I am not,” you replied cautiously. “I am afraid that I care more for the prince than he does for me; we were acquaintances back…in another life.”

Shaking his head slowly and tutting under his breath, Ori—who was very used to calling out fibbing people—gave her a long, wordless look.

“We might have gone on a few walks; I used to love the last weeks of autumn,” you confessed.

As much as Prince Fíli was a summer child—blazing and golden—his younger brother seemed to be made for late fall and early winter with his dark complexion and bright humour.

The sound of his laughter had ever reminded you of hot beverages, and the silk of his hair matched your favourite fur coat perfectly. Moreover, his warm voice and scintillating humour chased the first chill that heralded the lethal cold yet to come so well that you had saved quite a bit of firewood in the past.

It was not that you didn’t love seeing Kíli in spring—joyous and sprightly—or splashing around in the river when summer was at its most unmerciful, but you cherished the mellow, companionable autumn afternoons most.

Despite being fully grown and ferociously brave, he had preserved a sliver of unspoiled delight and fascination that allowed him to take genuine pleasure in the crunching sound of his boots sinking into a carpet of fallen leaves or the sweet juiciness of the last apples of the season.

You desperately hoped that his long ailing had not robbed him of that sense of irreverent levity that had made you suppress and hide chuckles at the most inopportune of moments.

The recollection of that instinctive sense of companionship and complicity made another smile tug at the corners of your mouth.

“He said so, yes,” Ori commented, his warm, knowing gaze following every twitch and shift of your face with open curiosity.

“He is awake?” you gasped, going as far as to grab the slender shoulders of that shy messenger. “Is he?”

“Oh yes,” Ori grinned, adjusting his hold on the book you had almost shaken from his armpit and patting your hand soothingly. “He has asked for you.”

You could hardly believe it—all the words of explanation and context that came out of Ori’s mouth seemed to dissolve, unintelligible and garbled, like a puff of smoke in the tense, cool air between you.

“Do you want to see him?”

What a question! Bursting into the room, you instantly caught sight of Kíli—propped up against a mountain of pillows—beaming at you.

“There you are,” he exclaimed. “Ori here tells me that you’ve come to check on me every day—I am sorry I have not yet been able to receive your visits. Óin thought it would be best to keep me asleep until my injuries had mended enough…He thinks that I cannot be trusted to follow his instructions.”

Kíli snorted disdainfully, but he also threw back the heavy blanket covering his knees and hissed at the flash of sharp pain this motion sent lancing through him.

“Clearly the healer was right,” you chided, rushing to his side and forcefully tugging the blanket back up. When the back of your hand brushed against his bare thigh, both of you sighed softly, but—tacitly agreeing—neither one of you brought it up.

“When did you arrive?” Kíli asked, graciously accepting the goblet of fresh, herb-infused water you handed him to distract from your evident nervousness. You—an unmarried dam—were alone in a room with one of the princes of the realm, and he was not fully clad; surely, your mother would have been aghast to see you behave so scandalously.

“I arrived shortly after…the battle,” you answered reluctantly when he nudged you—Kíli had never been one to let a question go unanswered.

“Again, I am so sorry that I have not been—around,” he sighed, his hand inching closer to yours until his warm fingers could caress the back of your cold hand. “How are the walks around here? Have the clean-up works progressed far enough for you to able to go for a few strolls?”

“I…had neither the heart nor the mind for that,” you confessed. “I was very worried about you—not because of…what we might have had if things had played out differently, of course, but because you’re a great dwarf, and this recuperating realm will need you.”

“Why—” Kíli swallowed thickly. “I did apologise—it was not my fault. After being stabbed by a blade, I would have thought that I’d suffered the worst pain already, but that wound is but a scratch compared to the agony of hearing you proclaim our fragile love dead and buried before it ever had the chance to thrive. What can I do to be forgiven?”

Thank you so much for reading <3

-> Masterlist for November

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Shelter at my future *part 4*

Here is part 4 for you my darlings, also I don’t know if I want to make this the final chapter or not so there may not be any more parts. 

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News of Ori finding his one had reached the ears of the company from Balin of course, and it was the day the company would be having dinner together, every one of the company had questions they wanted to ask Ori, and they all wanted to know when they would meet the lass that made him so happy. 

Closing the door to your shop you locked up and took ahold of Ori's arm and started to walk towards Erebor "do they know I'm coming to dinner tonight?" You asked Ori feeling nervous.

"No it's going to be a surprise" Ori said making you stop in your tracks in shock. "Ori! What if they don't like me?" You whined like a small child.

"They will love you (y/n) like I do.... Well, not the way I do but.... oh you know what I mean" Ori said with his shy smile that made you laugh as you put your head on his shoulder.  

"Thank you Ori" you said as you took ahold of his hand again and walked towards Erebor and the company.

....

Getting to the front gate Ori had the biggest smile on his face as you and him passed the guards, who smiled at the two of you, making you smile back as you remembered them from the night you came to speak to Balin, walking into Erebor you saw it was full of life, dwarves coming and going in different directions, you had never seen it this busy, squeezing Ori's hand you followed him as he proudly smiled and nodded to most of the dwarves who stared at the two of you. 

Going down different hallways you were completely lost, but thankfully you had Ori by your side, it was getting quiet and you didn't see many dwarves making you wonder where in Erebor you actually were, turning to Ori you noticed his smile had dropped a little and his face started to twist with worry.

"What's wrong Ori?" You asked coming to a stop and pulling him around to face you. 

"It's nothing.... Well, they have seen my drawers of you and...." 

"Ori, whatever they have said it doesn't matter to me, only your opinion matters" you said with a smile watching Ori's smile return to his face. 

"They think you're really pretty like I do" Ori said raising your hand and kissing it before starting to walk again making you blush before you started to follow him again.

....

Placing the food on the table Balin looked at the empty spot where Ori should be, shaking his head at him being late again he took his seat, as the others were talking over each other making Thorin roll his eyes at how they can never have a peaceful dinner. 

Listening to the company Balin was trying to focus on Fili's lasters report about the borders, when the room fell deadly silent, turning to Thorin to say if his King had ordered something he saw his mouth wide open, following Thorin's eyes the old dwarfs landed on Ori and you standing at the door, smiling Balin stood and made his way over to you, hugging you both. 

"Come now, let's get you seated and feed, Kili get another chair for the lady" Balin said as he pushed you both towards the table. 

Sitting down next to Ori, you listened to every question the company asked and answered as many as you could before another question was asked, slowly the company learned everything they could about you, after a while they started to ask Ori questions, giving you a chance to eat some of the food in front of you, feeling eyes on you, you looked for the owner of them and found Thorin looking at you, smiling up at him you watched as he smiled back and nodded his head before standing up and calling the group into some order. 

The rest of the dinner you sat there and listened to everyone account of the day, not knowing what anything of it was about, but you were happy to be with Ori lowing your hand under the table you found his and laced your fingers together. 

....

Pulling your cloak closer to your body, you turned and waved goodbye to the company before turning again and taking ahold of Ori's outstretched hand for the walk back to your home. 

"That was really eventful" you said to with a little giggle. 

"That was a mild one" Ori said laughing back.

"Are they always like that?" you asked after a few moments of silence. 

"Sometimes it's louder, sometimes we don't even talk, we just grunt at each other" Ori admitted. 

Nodding you smiled and pulled Ori closer to you, leaning up you gave him a sweet kiss, hearing cheers from behind you making you both turn to see the company clapping at the two of you still the shadow of Erebor front gates, laughing at them and Ori's face slowly going pink you turned back towards your home and pulled Ori alongside you. 

....

The only sounds that could be heard in the city of Dale were your's and Ori's footsteps in the fallen snow, as you made your way to your home, feeling the wind you both looked up towards the bright moon and saw the fresh snow starting to fall again. 

"We better hurry, and get you inside" Ori said as took your keys and made his way towards your door. 

"I have survived the snow before Ori" you giggled at his protective nature. 

"I know you have, (y/n) but I don't want you getting sick" Ori spoke back as he unlocked your door and held it open for you. 

Stepping inside your home, you took off your cloak, making your way up the stairs into the kitchen you relit the fire and filled the kettle up, placing it over the fire sitting down you took your boots off and placed them near the fire turning to Ori who was placing your keys down on the table. 

"The snow is coming down heavily, may I stay here tonight?" Ori asked.

Looking out of the window you saw it was only a light falling of snow but  you decided to play along with Ori "so what side of the bed do you want?" You giggled.

Taking off his cloak Ori pulled you onto your feet and into a passionate kiss, breaking the kiss he finally said "I'll take the left side" before lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom.