#The twins still laugh about how worried Thorin got

[lonelyvermonster]

Winter Lull

As described by Mr. Bilbo, the place were hobbits truly lie is in "peace and quiet and good tilled earth". Hobbits are often seen spending much of their time outside in their gardens under the sun. However, what about when the sun only shines upon hobbit kind for a few hours?

Just as hobbits are drawn outside during spring by the sunlight and development of new life, during winter hobbits act much like most everything else in nature; they slow down. If one were to take a stroll through Bag End during the snowfall they would notice the residents spend most of their time deep within the comforting warmth of their homes. Letting their bodies rest; sleeping and relaxing with family before the breeze turns warm and the garden soil once again beckons.

The other species of Middle Earth do not feel this instinctual need to pull inward toward community and relaxation. Most elves or dwarves, if asked, are very unlikely to even know about this endearing habit of the smallest of middle-earths people. Of course, this was no problem. That was until one particularly adventurous hobbit brought a pack of dwarves to Bag End just before winter.

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The Battle of the five armies had taken a lot from the dwarfs but in the end, they were able to reclaim their home. Bilbo could hardly walk away from the dwarves he had come to care for as his family. There was too much to do in Erebor; Thorin may have been capable leader, but even the best of kings could use a little help. After all Bilbo had seen and experienced, what would a few more days away from home be?

Months later, when the work slowed, Bilbo made plans to return home. It was intended to be a simple affair but after the twins caught word of the upcoming trip, Bilbo found himself with a party of dwarves to see to his safe return. (Dwarfs who completely ignored his insistence that after getting rid of a dragon and riding into war, he was more than capable of handling a simple walk home.)

The slow transition of Bilbos behavior was not first noticed by his friends. The trip back to Bag End wasn't the rushed and desperate affair that their last journey had been. Bilbos 2nd meal helpings and afternoon naps didn't faze a single one of them. After all, he had done so much for them! Who were they to begrudge him a touch of leisure? They hardly experience any conflict during the trip. That was until they got to those quaint little rolling hills to discover that Bilbo's home had been picked clean of each and every possession.

It was quite a sight for residents of Hobbiton. A troupe of angry dwarves banging down doors, demanding the return of possessions to a hobbit that they had declared dead months ago. After so long having to sit in dull meetings and mourn the loss of far too many of their own a bit of mischief and trouble making was exactly what the Twins needed. Even Thorn himself almost seemed to enjoy staring down Bilbos more precocious relatives. With the neighbors to intimidate and possessions to reclaim, the sedate nature of their hobbit continued to go unnoticed.

Oddly enough Killi was the first to take note. One day, Bilbo fell asleep hardly 20 minutes after he had eaten breakfast. A few days later, when he slipped into a nap after luncheon, Balin was rather concerned that it took a considerable racket to wake him back up. Before the quest none of them had spent any significant time around hobbits. They didn't know what sickness looked like in someone who wasn't a dwarf. Worry spread among them all that something was terribly wrong with their dear friend. The dwarfs began once more to make trips to the doors of the other hobbits in hopes to learn about the illnesses that was afflicting Bilbo. But as each of them went from one door to the next hardly anyone was awake. Those who answered acted as if something had been slipped into their pipe weed. Whatever had happened to Bilbo seemed to have spread to all of Hobbiton almost overnight.

When supper came Bilbo finally seemed to have enough energy to truly engage with them. The Twins would hardly move from his side and Dwalin kept pressing mug after mug of black tea into Bilbo's hand. Even more worrisome was the fact that Bilbo was deeply confused as to why they were acting this way. Eventually it was Bofur who broke. His eyes began to water as he told Bilbo how much he will be missed when this illness brings his end.

This led to a several hours long (and rather exhausting) lecture from Bilbo about the intricacies of Hobbit sleeping habits.

To this day Thorin insists he knew all along that Bilbo was fine.

[elvish-sky]

All You Had Ever Dreamed {Fili x Reader}

A.N: So this could have gone in several directions but my brain went this way, so I hope that’s alright! Also, I think I got all the pregnancy stuff right but I’m 15 so I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate. And yes, this was supposed to be short. My bad. But I actually honestly love this fic it may be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, thank you so much for requesting it!

Requested by @lonikje on Tumblr as part of my 450 Sleepover:

Word Count: 2,019

Pairings: Fili x Reader, mentioned Bilbo x Thorin

Summary: You faint during a training session with Kili and Dwalin.

Warnings: Fluff, mention of Menstruation, Pregnancy

**** All You Had Ever Dreamed

Whirling around, you ducked Kíli’s sword and jumped out of the way of Dwalin’s ax. You struck at Kili, feeling the block he delivered reverberate down your arm, and with one of your daggers locked together with Kili’s sword used the other to deflect another blow from Dwalin. Struggling with both of them, you disengaged and backed up, watching them regroup as you did the same. It was one of the rare days where instead of going too easy on you, Dwalin had decided that you were up for a challenge. 

Eight months after the Battle of the Five Armies, Erebor was thriving. Thorin had been gravely wounded but pulled through, and although Fíli and Kíli’s injuries were less gruesome they were still worrying, but now everyone was back on their feet and healthier than ever. Bilbo had stayed in Erebor, much to the delight of both the company and the men and elves who thought, correctly, that the hobbit would be much easier to negotiate with than the dwarves. You had also noticed some romantic tension between the hobbit and the king but had decided not to bring it up. You stuck to speculating with your husband and his brother. 

That was right. Fíli was your husband, having done a spectacularly over-the-top proposal the second he was back on his feet. You had laughed your head off to see the throne room covered in flowers when you walked in and then started sobbing with joy when you saw your dwarf bent on one knee. And then you were laughing through the tears as, after you accepted, the company appeared from the shadows to give you congratulations and Thorin had had a fancy flower crown entwined in his hair. You suspected Bilbo, and his wink confirmed it. 

You had gotten married three months later, at a ceremony attended by not only almost every dwarf in Erebor but also Kings Bard and Thranduil. It wasn’t every day that the Heir of Erebor got married, after all, and Thorin had spared no expense to make it the best celebration possible. And after the disaster that was Thorin and Bilbo’s wedding, at which Fili and Kili had gotten drunk to liven things up and almost destroyed the cake Bilbo had spent hours working on for his husband, Thorin had taken every precaution to ensure your day went off without a hitch. And somehow it had, the ceremony had taken place outside, in one of Erebor’s few outdoor courtyards. The sun had shone down on the whole gathering, the moon coming out in the night, and you thought there had never been, or ever could be such a perfect day. 

Anyway, you were currently trying not to get eviscerated by the two dwarven warriors (which wasn’t technically possible, given the fact that you were using blunt weapons, but you wouldn’t put it past Dwalin. That dwarf was strong). Twin daggers clutched, you slashed at Kíli before running up the wall and flipping over his head, unsteadily landing behind him with a dagger at his throat.

You let out a breath of satisfaction, but your dagger was suddenly knocked from your hand, Dwalin barreling towards you with his hand still extended from the throw. Leaping out of the way, your breathing grew heavier as you were driven back by the two dwarves, their efforts renewed. Your head started to feel light, sort of fuzzy, and you kept backing up, blocks growing weaker. As everything faded to black and you collapsed, the last thing you heard was Kíli.

“Fíli’s going to kill me.”

You opened your eyes, everything hazy until you blinked it into focus. You were in a large room, sunlight streaming in through the windows to highlight- was that Kíli standing above you?

“Y/N!” Kíli brushed your hair back from your forehead, looking concerned. “You fainted, are you alright?”

“What are you doing here?”

He pouted. “That’s not exactly the wake-up greeting I was expecting. And didn’t you hear what I said? You fainted in the middle of training. I carried you up to Oin, you’re in the healers’ rooms right now.”

Ahh. Well, that explained why the room was so much bigger than yours, and why there were chairs arranged around the bed you were in. 

“Thank you, Kíli. Do you know where Fíli is?”

“I think they sent for him a few minutes ago, you’ve only been out for about ten. He should be here-”

Kíli was cut off by Fíli shoving him away from your bed.

“Y/N!” The golden-haired dwarf exclaimed. “What happened? Are you alright? Why is Kíli here, and why is he touching your face?”

The dark-haired dwarf stood with a smirk. “I’ll just leave you two alone now,” he said and slipped out the door with a smirk.

“Fíli! Don’t be rude! Kíli was taking care of me!” Then realization dawned.

“Is somebody jealous?” You asked with a teasing smile. 

Fíli blushed. 

“Fíli! You shouldn’t be jealous of Kíli! First of all, it’s Kíli. If I fall in love with him, please make sure I haven’t hit my head, he’s basically my little brother. And secondly, I’ll never love anyone but you, you don’t have to worry about that.”

He smiled at you sheepishly. “I know. I was just worried, and-”

“I know,” you cut him off, grinning.

“Ah, look! It’s Oin!” You waved to the healer as he bustled in, arms full of herbs and vials. 

“Ah, Oin. What is wrong with Y/N?” Your husband inquired, the worried look on his face almost comical. 

“Well, it could be several things. Have you been eating enough?” The healer inquired about this while mixing up a tincture.

“Yes.”

“Sleeping regularly?”

Fíli nodded to answer this question. 

“How about water? Have you been drinking enough?”

“Weelllll…” you trailed off sheepishly. “I’m not the best at remembering to drink water.”

“When did you last have a glass today?” The healer was now looking a little worried.

You cast around in your memory. “I had a glass at breakfast, but I haven’t had any more today.”

“WHAT?! YOU HAVEN’T HAD ANYTHING TO DRINK SINCE BREAKFAST?!!! IT’S THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON!” Fili was furious. Oin was nodding in agreement as well.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed. “I’ve just been so busy lately, and I’ve been aching so it’s more trouble than it’s worth to go all the way down to the kitchens.”

“Aching, you say?”

When you nodded, Oin came to your bedside. 

“When was your last monthly bleeding?”

Fili blushed at this, and you swatted him before counting in your head.

OH.

“It’s been almost three months. We’ve been so busy I didn’t even notice!”

“Then that’s it. You fainted not only because of dehydration, which you’ll need to be much better at but also because you’re pregnant.”

“Wait. What?” Fili looked shocked. 

Oin smiled at you, leaving the room.

Fili gazed down at you. “Are you really pregnant?”

You nodded. “I am. I hadn’t noticed the signs before but now that I know it’s blindingly obvious. We’re going to have a baby.” 

He lifted you from the bed, spinning you around in joy before suddenly stopping. 

“That can’t be good for the baby.”

You laughed. “It’s fine, Fili! I’m fine. And we’re going to be parents.”

He smiled, kissing you.

Later that day, you sat with the Company and Thorin’s sister, Dis, now your mother-in-law, in the rooms of the royal family where you all often ate. Sitting at the table, which had been built specifically for the group of sixteen, Fili kept refilling your water glass every thirty seconds. You made sure to drink enough, now that your body was supporting two. Fili glanced at you, and you realized the table had hushed, you hadn’t noticed the sound of Fili’s spoon against his glass gathering everyone’s attention.

He stood, taking your hand and pulling you up to stand next to him. “We have an announcement.”

Everyone was staring at you both expectantly, and Fili nodded at you to continue.

Smiling, you spoke. “I’m pregnant.”

“We’re going to have a baby!” Fili exclaimed. 

The table erupted in cheers and well-wishes. 

“So that’s why you fainted earlier!” 

You silently cursed Kili, knowing that now the overprotective side of the dwarves would emerge full force. And it did, Thorin started listing everything he needed to be done for you before Dis shushed him. The king then walked up to you, arms open, and hugged you.

“Congratulations, Y/N.” 

He then moved on, slapping Fili on the back before stepping back to allow the rest of the company to give their congratulations as well. 

Oin winked at you as he hugged you, and said, “I would never spoil your surprise.” The rest of the group gave out hugs and congratulations to you and Fili, and you glowed with happiness, knowing there were few people better than these for your child to grow up with. Finally, Kili stepped forward. 

“I’m going to have a niece or a nephew! Congratulations, Y/N, you’re going to be a great mother.” He then mock-whispered, “but I’d watch out around Fili. I’m not sure he’ll do as well.” 

Fili punched his brother before grabbing him in another hug, their words whispered too softly for anyone else to hear.

Lastly, Dis came forward, wrapping you in a warm, motherly embrace. “My son is right, Y/N. You will be a wonderful mother. And, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to come to me. Mahal knows I have the experience.”

You thanked her, smiling before she ushered you and Fili out the door. “Now go to bed. It’s late, and you need your rest.” She closed the door behind you, your last glimpse a room of smiling faces.

Back in the rooms that you shared with your husband, you crawled into bed, hair loose, in your favorite nightgown. Fili motioned for you to move closer, so you did, resting your head on his chest as his arm snaked around your shoulders, hand coming to rest on top of yours, where you were unconsciously cradling your belly. He began to sing, a tune that you recognized from the beginning of your quest, so long ago.

“Far over, the Misty Mountains cold,

To dungeons deep, and caverns old.” Fili’s voice wove the song masterfully, and you were taken back to the first time you had met him, almost two years before.

You had stepped into a hobbit-hole of calm, and hearing the sound of voices walked through, careful not to hit your head until you came upon a room of singing dwarves. 

You paused in the doorway, letting their song wash over you. 

“The fire was red, it flaming spread.

The trees like torches blazed with light.”

They finished, and you stepped into the room. All the heads immediately turned towards you. 

“Who are you?” A golden-haired dwarf looked suspicious.

You drew breath to answer, but before you could Gandalf stepped into the room.

“This is Y/N. She will be joining us on our quest.”

The dark-haired dwarf by the fire that looked rather grumpy made as if to protest, but a glare from Gandalf stopped him. The other dwarves quickly introduced themselves, and the golden-haired one stepped up last.

“Y/N, huh?”

You nodded.

“I’m Fili.”

Now, almost two years later, you were in the reclaimed mountain they had sung of, lying in bed with the golden-haired dwarf who had originally been so suspicious of you.

“We’re going to have a baby,” Fili said with a look of wonder, and you smiled at the tears of joy starting to roll down his face. 

“We are.”

You kissed him, so alight with the happiness you thought you could burst, before breaking away and laying your head back on his chest. Laying there, you could hear his heartbeat, beating almost in time with your own. You couldn’t wait until the third would join them. With your husband next to you, and a baby growing inside, you finally had all you had ever dreamed of. And it was perfect.

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[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Anrâd...  Buzrâ

Part 10 of ‘A Deep Misunderstanding’.  Who know how many more parts are going to follow…  Link to Series Masterlist.

Thorin falls for a Dwarrowdame raised by Elves, and tries to make know his feelings, but accidentally offends her, which leads to another and another misunderstanding between the two.

Based off of @immawriteyouthings​ ‘Falling Stars’

MASTERLIST

OC(s) Used: Estel

Word Count:  1,902

Warning(s):  Angst

Translation(s): Anrâd...  Buzrâ:  I Care... Deeply

Sindarin:  Pinig-Little one

Burushkruka igbulul e:  I apologize (lit. It pains me greatly)

Azafr sagshari sabhari:  As you teach, you learn

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I fled down to the banks of the river that wound itself through the forest, desperately trying to hold back the salty tears attempting to trail down my face.  The sun glinted brightly off its happily dancing waves; a happiness that I couldn't share.

Falling to my knees on the sandy shoreline, I took deep shuddering breaths as I hid my face in my hands, cursing the day I had decided to join this Company.

Had I known what fate awaited me, I wouldn't have gone along with the wizard.  Not if I only got my heart broken time and time again.

But would you have?  My heart whispered softly, would you really have thrown away the chance to gaze upon the Dwarrow you would love with my entirety?  Would you have been willing to throw that away just to save me from being broken?

"No," I whispered hoarsely. "No, I wouldn't have."  

The gentle murmurs of my heart brought back a memory of when I had innocently asked my foster mother if she would have rather not met her husband; if only to save herself from the pain she felt.  A sad smile had woven its way across her delicate features and she shook her head slowly.

"No, Estel.  Never.  I wouldn't trade those moments with my husband for anything in the world.  As the Wise Ones say; it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all, pinig.  Never be afraid to love because you might lose it."  She had told me, and her words struck a deep chord within me.

Tears streamed more readily down my face, and I finally let everything that had built up for so long inside me break free.  Deep sobs shook my body, and I wrapped my arms around myself, seeking a source of comfort.

"Miss Estel?  Are you alright?"  A rumbling voice broke through my sobs, and I glanced up to the haze of my tears to see Thorin standing above me, looking down at me with concerned sapphire orbs.

Well, that was a change.  Since when did he care about me?

As he took in my tear-stained face and heard my heavy sobs, he hurried to kneel beside me, peering closer at my face.  "What did Dwalin say to you?  Why are you crying?"  He asked gruffly, but I shook my head, wiping at my cheeks and sniffing.

"It's nothing, Master Thorin.  I just need to be by myself for awhile."  I muttered, but Thorin made no move to leave me.  Instead, he just made himself comfortable, staring out across the river in silence.

His lack of words left me time to think more about what I needed to do.  Perhaps it was time to let him know that I would leaving his company as soon as we reached a town.  Maybe that would bring a smile to his gruff features.  

But there was still another question I needed an answer to.  Turning towards Thorin, I was surprised to already find him looking at me.  "Master Thorin?  What does 'amrâlimê' mean?  Can you tell me?"  I asked softly, watching as sapphire blue eyes widened slightly.

Thorin's chest rose and fell as he took in a deep breath, still maintaining eye contact with me.  Then he let out a long sigh and turned his gaze back towards the river.  "It means 'my love; love of mine'.  It was just a slip of the tongue."  He murmured, and I swallowed hard, battling against the butterflies rising within me.

No, it's too good to be true.  Argued my mind, but my heart pleaded that it was true; that everything was pointing towards it.

In the end, my mind won and I nodded solemnly, avoiding looking at the silent Dwarrow beside me.  "Of course it's just a slip of the tongue; a lie.  It always is."  I murmured, unable to help the hurt that coated my words.  "Just like everything else everyone tells me."  

"What do you mean?"  Thorin sounded confused, and I shot a hard glance over at him.  

"What do I mean?  I mean all the suggestive words and looks everyone gives me and you.  They tell me that you love me and care so deeply for me, but I don't see it."  I swallowed back a sob, "Eru, I don't see it.  I've looked so hard, and I can't find anything.  And as I told Dwalin; I cannot reciprocate feelings that don't exist."  

I trembled as emotion overwhelmed me, blinking rapidly against the tears pricking the backs of my eyes.  Thorin only watched this with wide eyes, his mouth parting slightly as he took in my words.  

"Who said I didn't share your feelings?"  He said quietly, and I whirled to look at him, unsure if I was actually hearing this or if I was hallucinating.

"I thought that when I rejected your offer to court me, you put aside your feelings," I murmured, "it sure never seemed like you liked me in any way...  Your words made that quite clear."

"And for that, burushkruka igbulul e...  My words never carried any weight, I swear it."  He said, and I shot him an incredulous look.

"Oh really?  What about when you said that I was 'not going to be more of a burden that I already was'?  How does that not carry any weight?"  I asked, and Thorin looked at me with a raised eyebrow.  

"You've never been a burden to me, Estel.  Only the greatest gift Mahal could ever give."  He said quietly, his steel blue eyes gloriously riveting as they bored into mine, and I fought against the blush attempting to stain my cheeks at his obviously heartfelt words.  

"Oh."

He continued onwards, moving on.  "I also apologize for how I assumed you would know the Dwarvish courting ritual.  At the time I didn't have any knowledge of your upbringing--"

I interrupted him hesitantly, "you don't care that I was raised by Elves?"  I asked, watching his expression closely.  "That I might act more like an Elf than a Dwarf, or speak their language?"

Thorin shook his head, the hesitant beginnings of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.  Well, perhaps I didn't have to leave to coax a smile from him.  "No, Amrâlimê...  I will admit that your heritage took me by surprise, but I cannot hold the past against you.  The past is the past; only the future is important."  He said, and I tilted my head slightly, wondering if this was the same Dwarf I had talked to only an hour or so ago.

But Thorin wasn't finished speaking, and the deep tones of his voice brought me back to the present.  "Had I known your lack of knowledge about Dwarvish customs, I never would have presented you with that sword...  I would have tried to make it known in a different way, Estel, and avoided all this misunderstanding."  He said and I smiled, ducking my head.

"You are too kind, Mas--Thorin.  But it is also a bit of my fault as well...  I thought you were offering me the sword as a blunt way of telling me I was a horrible fighter."  I said sheepishly, and Thorin ran a hand through his dark locks, letting out a deep breath.

"Mahal, we really got off on the wrong foot..."  He groaned, "I never would have meant it in that way, Estel.  Truly, I believe you are an excellent fighter that even I could learn something from."  He said; pink beginning to tinge his cheeks.

I smiled, "How humble of you.  Azafr sagshari sabhari, am I right?"  I teased, and Thorin nodded, a soft laugh emerging from his lips and colliding beautifully with the air.  In all honesty, it was the most melodic, beautiful sound I'd ever heard beside the gentle nickers of a mare to her newborn foal.

"Yes, Estel, you are quite right."  He said, "although I had never anticipated saying that about Elven things."

He sobered and hesitantly reached out a large hand to gently engulf mine within its warm and comforting grasp.  "Now perhaps we can try this again?  On the right foot this time?"  He asked softly, reaching down to tug a familiar dagger out of a sheath on his side.

I gasped in astonishment, withdrawing my hand from his to delicately take the dagger from his other hand and trace the Elven designs on the hilt.  "You kept it..."  I murmured, looking up into his twinkling eyes with wonder.  

A smile tugged at his bearded cheeks, and he nodded gently.  "Of course.  It was a gift from you, as well as a fine blade."  He said, "and it is very special to you, is it not?"  He asked, and I nodded.

"Very.  It was a present from my Naneth--my mother--before I left Lothlorien with Gandalf to head to the Shire.  I treasure it and its mate very much."  I whispered, hoping that my eyes were doing a good enough job of thanking him as I wasn't sure if I could manage it aloud.  

Sheathing it in my belt beside its twin, I encountered a sudden problem.  I didn't own another blade to give to Thorin.

Looking up suddenly, I bit my bottom lip.  "I don't have another blade to--"

Thorin cut me off, raising a hand.  "It is alright, Estel.  I already know where your feelings lie, and you did give me that blade to begin the courtship process."  He said, but I still couldn't lay aside the problem.

"Sure, but you don't have a weapon from me, while I have one from you.  Doesn't that violate something?"  I asked, and Thorin shook his head, chuckling slightly as he gazed at me with soft blue eyes.

"I am a King, Estel.  My word is law.  No one will question our courtship since we are in an unusual situation."  He said, laying his hand on my arm comfortingly.  "Do not worry yourself over it, Amrâlimê."  

Gently, his hand gripped my arm and pulled me closer to him until I was suddenly enveloped in his strong arms; tucked under his bearded chin.  "I will care for you, Amrâlimê, if you will let me."  He murmured, and I relaxed against his broad chest, fisting the soft fur of his coat as I snuggled myself into the warmth of his body.

"Damn, had I known you were this warm and furry..."  I groaned, burying my face into his shoulder and breathing in the gamey smell of the fur mixed with the pine and sweat that was Thorin.  "Course you can care for me.  I just want to wear this coat."  I mumbled, and Thorin's chest vibrated as he laughed.

Well, I could get used to this.  Things were a lot more fun when he laughed.

"As you wish, my love."  He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice as his grip around me tightened slightly.  

I smiled to myself, content to be held tight in a pair of arms that I now knew would never let me fall.  Before, I had believed they would be the ones to shove me off a cliff, but now I knew differently.

They would hold me tight through the darkest of times, keep me steady whenever I felt like I might fall; and most importantly--never let me go.

[moony-artnstuff]

Matchup request, @thatonefangirl111

Note: Hi! I wrote this one for @thatonefangirl111​, I’m not sure how to feel about this one but I really hope you like it! I’ve never written for Harry Potter before but I’ve tried my best.

The Hobbit

I ship you with... Fili!

You were a member of the company where you quickly became friends with Fili and Kili

The three of you would pull pranks on the rest of the company, and you especially liked to annoy Thorin, but you are always the one that makes sure you guys don’t go to far or do anything too dangerous.

Fili loves your loyalty. It’s a trait he values a lot in a partner, but he’s also glad you’re able to let loose and joke around with him.

The two of you become very close during the quest, but it takes a while for him to realize just how much he likes you. 

One night when the company is setting up the camp, Thorin was being his usual grumpy self and said something that annoyed you, so you looked him dead in the eye and gave him a snarky remark that made Fili crack up and that is when he realised...

He was in love with you.

In the following days he tried to show you he wanted to court you in the traditional dwarven way. He would share his food, give you his furs when it got cold at night and he always made sure you had the most comfortable place to sleep, but because you weren’t a dwarf you thought he was just being friendly

One time he tried to flirt with you, but the moment he looked into your beautiful brown eyes all his confidence disappeared and left him feeling all shy and flustered.

It was adorable, and Kili teased him about it for the rest of the day.

One night when the two of you are on watch and talking about all kinds of science stuff (Fili adores the way you ramble) he asks you if he can braid your hair.

He’s a bit nervous to braid your hair, but also very excited. You two are the only blondes in the company, but Fili finds the softer shade of your hair far more beautiful than his own, and he adores your curls.

When he’s finished he taps your shoulder and shows you a beautifully carved, silver bead. He tells you the meaning behind braiding one’s hair and after nervously confessing his feelings for you, he asks if he can court you.

You, of course, say yes.

The two of you love to make and listen to music together.

There has been more than one occasion where he jokingly put on your glasses so you would have to chase him to get them back, only for him to run face first into a wall because he can’t see shit when he wears your glasses.

When Erebor is rebuild he encourages you to participate in some musicals and plays, knowing how much you love them. And you can bet he’s always gonna be there when you perform.

To Fili you are worth more than all the gold in Erebor, and he loves you with all off his heart.

Lord of the rings

I ship you with... Eowyn!

The two of you met when you, Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn and Gandalf arrived in Edoras to save King Theoden.

After her Uncle was back to normal and had kicked Grima out, she sought you out to ask if you wanted to spar with her some time, noticing how good you are with a sword.

You became friends after that. You bonded over your love for swordfighting, and you shared your interest for music, while she told you about her love for horses.

When you told her you liked reading she brought you to this gigantic library where you spend the whole afternoon talking and reading.

Eowyn is impressed by how good you are at math and how easy you make it all seem.

One evening you find her sitting outside, softly crying. When she notices you’re watching she tries to wipe her tears away, saying that she is alright but you insist she tells you what is wrong. She tells you that she still mourns the death of her cousin, and that she’s worried about her brother. You know how she feels, as you are still grieving Boromir’s death and you’re worried about whether or not Frodo and Sam are alright. The two of you spend the rest of the evening trying to comfort each other, talking about your feelings. You try to cheer her up with your jokes, and for the first time in a long time she smiled, and it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

After that you and Eowyn became even closer. She always asks you about what it’s like to be a cheerleader and she’s amazed by how much work you put into training, and she loves to talk with you about your favorite plays.

When the battle of the Pellenor fields comes you help her disguise herself as one of the men of Rohan and sneak out Merry to the battlefield. Both of you know that you are capable warriors, but you still promise to keep an eye out for each other.

It was a long battle. At first you were able to stay relatively close to each other, but when the oliphaunts came you lost sight of her.

After everything was over and Aragorn told you what had happened to Eowyn, you rushed to the medical wing to go and see her. When she saw you standing in the doorway she smiled and reached out a hand to you, and you confessed your feelings for her right then and there.

Once Eowyn was healed and Aragorn crowned king, the two of you were almost always together. Even thought Eowyn was now working as a healer, she still likes to spar with you. You two often go on dates, like horse-riding, going to watch a musical, or doing each others hair. Eowyn has some amazing tips to handle your curls.

When you started dating Eowyn she introduced you to her brother Eomer and the two of you hit it off pretty quickly, especially after he saw how smart and kind you are and how happy you make his little sister. Most of your interactions with Eomer incluce throwing snarky remarks at each other whenever you are in a 5 ft radius of each other, but it’s never ill intended and you always laugh about it.

You and Eowyn love each other very much and you are both super adorable and a power couple.

Harry Potter

I ship you with... Fred Weasley!

You were in the same year as Fred, and you heard a lot about his and his twin’s famous pranks, but it wasn’t until your fourth year, when Ginny was taken to the chamber of secrets, that you started talking to him. You find him alone,wandering in the halls and because he looked a bit down (which was a rare sight) you started a conversation with him. You had heard about what had happened to his sister so you try to comfort him as best as you could.

After that you would often sit with him and George during breakfast and lunch, and you’d wave at each other when passing in the halls.

When you start your fifth year you share a train compartment with Fred and George, excitedly talking about going back for another year at hogwarts.

You often join him and his brother in their pranks, adding your own fun ideas while simultaniously trying to make sure no one gets hurt.

You also help him with his homework, because he often forgets about it, and although he doesn’t say it, he’s impressed by how intelligent you are.

You become very close friends with Fred and George during this year, and Fred loves your snarky remarks, it always cracks him up and he isn’t afraid to throw one back.

Fred doesn’t care what house you are in, but if you aren’t a Gryffindor there will be some playful competition between you two.

During your sixth year he started to flirt with you. At first you were a bit flustered, but you were quick to come up with a flirty response, which earned a grin from Fred and a dramatic groan from George.

‘‘For Merlin’s sake, get a room you two!’‘

Fred asks you out to the Yule Ball, and when he sees you walking into the great hall he can’t help but stare. Your beautiful dress complimented your fair skin, and your curly hair in a cute updo made your big brown eyes stand. He thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

You dance almost the whole night, but right before you want to return to your common room Fred takes you aside for a moment and asks if you want to be his girlfriend, kissing you when you say yes.

He loves that you’re a cheerleader, and he’d be over the moon if you were to cheer him on during a quidditch match. He always shows off when you’re watching him, giving you a wink before continuing the game.

You teach him how to play baseball and he adores it, especially when he gets to hold the bat, saying how it resembles being a beater in quidditch.

During you’re seventh year he pulls less pranks because of Umbridge’s rules and torture, but also because he want to keep you out of trouble.

He always keeps an eye out for you, comforting you after detention with Umbridge and trying to make you laugh when you feel stressed.

Seeing you smile, especially when it’s his doing, is his favorite thing ever.

You try all kinds of things to get around Umbridge’s stupid rule that says boys and girls can’t get too close to each other. Often you would sneak to each other’s (common) rooms to cuddle and talk, returning just before the sun would start to rise.

When Fred and George decide to leave Hogwarts you are the only one he tells, and after they chased Umbridge out of the castle Fred throws some last firework into the air that explodes in tiny little hearts all around you.

He loves you so much, and you always get free stuff at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

[avaria-revallier]

Chapter 1: The Beginning after the End

The smell of iron lingers in the air. Muffled cries of pain and rage are dancing over the battlefield. Salty tears are rolling down her cheeks. Leaving light trails between the blood and dirt on her skin. Holding a familiar person in her arms. With shaking hands she gently brushes a dark strain of hair out of the kings eyes. His breathing is weak.

„Thorin, you damn stubborn dwarf! You can’t die now! Pull yourself together.“ A heavy sobbing shakes the little hobbit.

Azog is dead, so why, why couldn’t Thorin live to celebrate this victory?

Rough fingers brushing over her cheeks, as if they want to wipe away the tears, the sadness.

„Bella, Bell… don’t cry, my dear.“ Thorin looks her in the eyes. A small smile on his lips. He wants to help her ease the pain, make her feel better. He wants to tell her how he feels, now, that he finally is ‚King under the mountain‘ again. Now that he is worthy of this kind little hobbit. Now, that it is to late. Her crying breaks his heart and lets his soul ache.

„You know I am not very good at comforting, amrâlimê.“ With his last strength Thorin sits up and kisses his hobbit. He wouldn’t want to leave her, not like this, not crying.

Absent minded Bellas fingers touch her lips. How long has it been? One year? Two? No, longer, a lot longer. Her eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be. She can’t take long trips anymore and her memories begin to slip away.

„Bella… Belladonna.“ Startled turns the hobbit around.

„Lord Elrond. What can I do for you? Is it time to go already?“ The elve smiles gently down on her. He hasn’t aged one bit in all the time she had spend with him.

„Yes my dear, I believe it is time to go. We are the last ones to board a ship.“

She stares a moment into his eyes, searching for a hint of… of what? With a deep sight she turns back to the window. The boats had already left or where about to leave. The fog over the lake was getting thicker and thicker as time goes by.

Another deep sight left her mouth. Unconsciously her fingers reach up to her lips again to lightly brush over them.

The hobbit rummages through her pockets to hand a heavy letter over to Lord Elrond. In clear black letters the names of Lord Elrond’s twin sons where written on the envelop.

„Give them the letter once you boarded the boat and you are to far from the shore to turn around.

I will miss those two. You of course as well, Lord Elrond. But I have a feeling that this shouldn’t be. Even thought all my traveling and adventures, I still haven‘t found my place. Maybe I never will.“ With a sad smile on her face she stands up, grabs her backpack and leaves. Hoping that he would understand, but knowing she herself didn’t either.

Belladonna Baggins knew she couldn’t go back to the shire. Bag End, the home her father Bungo Baggings build for her mother wasn’t anymore hers, it wasn’t home. Home was somewhere else, somewhere, maybe someone…

Neither could she go to the lonely mountain. To many memories would await her there and only few of them where good. Her fingertips brushes her lips again, before she angrily banishes them into one of her pockets.

Mirkwood wasn’t that pleasant either, so maybe… yeah, why not. Somewhere where she hasn’t been before. Somewhere without memories, with lots of adventures. Somewhere where the earth is still singing.

A shy smile on her face, Sting on her side and a wooden stick in one hand Bella starts wandering to the woods where tree giants, ents, said to be living.

While feeling a familiar joy rising in her heart the smile on her face widens and the stick in her hand starts growing little leafs and flowers. The grass under her feet seems to grow greener and healthier, while the flowers start to bloom and are tilting their heads towards the humming hobbit.

Between two large oaks Bella set camp for the night.

Her trip didn’t took as long as expected. She reached the forest a week earlier. The journey wasn’t much of an adventure either, she didn’t encounter orcs or wargs, nor trolls. Apart from some minor obstacles like wolves and your every day bandits it was a rather pleasant trip.

Leaning with the back on the rough bark of the oak the hobbit looks up into the starry night-sky. Searching through her memories she found what she was looking for. The memory of a similar night. She was on the road for not more than roughly a few month, together with Thorin and his company. They didn’t light a fire, as it was warm enough without. Just like tonight. Bofur had first watch. With a sad smile she remembers how she tossed and turned that evening, until she finally gave up and joined Bofur. He had been smoking his pipe, silently starring into the night. With that ridiculous hat of his, which he never seemed to take of. That night he wasn’t joking around with her. They both had a lot to think about.

As Bella opens her eyes, she could almost see the sleeping dwarves in front of her. Fíli and Kíli, right next to each other, always worried that they would wake up alone. Bifur, muttering in Khuzdul and sometimes kicking at the invisible enemies. Bombur, who seems to eat even in his sleep. Nori and Dori, tucked together with Ori in their middle. Gloin, Oin and Balin right next to an overhang, snoring one louder than the next. Dwalin, not far from Thorin, the weapon always in reach, ready to protect his king and friends. And Thorin, sleeping without a sound, no movement and even frowning in his sleep. Worrying about more than he should. At first the snoring, the movement and muttering had irritated her, but soon she couldn’t find sleep without these familiar sounds. It is one of those memories that would help Bella sleep. Help her to ease the pain in her heart.

With a sight she closes her eyes for a moment. Holding back the tears she lets the image fade away. A growling not far from her left lets her freeze in the very moment. She knows this particular sound. Warc. Slowly her fingers creep over the ground to reach the hilt of Sting. Her eyes are searching the darkness for a sign of danger. Two dim glowing eyes are penetrating her from where the sound came from. Her back against the tree Bella stands up, not breaking eye-contact with the foul creature.

“Well, well, well. Who do we have here?” a voice like metal on stone.

An Orc, uglier than the ones Bella saw before, steps into the moonlight. The blue shining blade in one and her staff in the other hand she eyes the creature.

“No answer? Well, none needed. We had specific orders for whom we are looking for. An old hobbit lass.” A screeching sound echos through the woods. It might have been a laugh.

“With something very special in her possession. A ring. Give it us! Give it!”

Bella is running. Running for her life.

Another arrow misses her just barely, setting the tree in front of her on fire. A howl from behind motivates her to run faster. Smoke stings in her eyes and lungs, making it hard to breathe. Half blind she lets her feelings guide her. The trees all around are screaming in pain. The forest is burning.

With her last strength, she climbs an old tree.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry! This is all my fault. They where right. I am poisonous, always bringing bad luck to all around me.” The words were no more than a whisper, hidden behind heavy sobbing. The tears just wouldn’t stop flowing and the screams got only louder.

For the second time this night Bella freezes, as someone right next to her clears his throat.

“My dear, not all poisons are only used to kill. With the right dose and understanding they can become the best cure.”

With a shocked squeak Bella lets go of the branch she was holding on to. A large hand catches her in the middle of falling and places her gently back on a save spot.

“What is a child of Yavanna doing here in my forest?” wise eyes are looking at her from between the bark, moss and branches.

“My, my name is Belladonna Baggins, Mister Ent. I came here looking for a place to stay, a place filled with life and the grace of our creator. I was hoping to meet an Onodrim like yourself. Sadly all I found where Orcs, Warcs and bad luck. And again I managed to poison the things I love. It is my fault that the forest is burning. I am so very sorry for this, Master Ent. I regret that I ever set foot out of my door. If it wasn’t for me, they all would have lived.”

The ent listens to her, moving slowly out of the raging fire. Bella clings to the bark, heavily sniveling, finally letting all the tears flow, together with the pain, grief and sadness.

A sudden pain in her chest ends the weeping of the hobbit lass. An arrow hit her from behind and all the way through. Disbelief fills her eyes, followed by pain. She tries to scream, but only muffled sound come out. Hard she hits the ground. In a split second the orc archer gets smashed by a giant wooden hand, the warc kicked against a tree. The screaming of the surrounding trees is getting quieter, till it is completely still. The giant face of the ent appears in her field of vision, only a small distance between them. As Bella tries to say something, only a cough and some blood comes out. Pain rages from her chest and back through her body, blurring her vision. The question of the ent she could only hear like he was speaking into a pillow.

“Child, you are blessed by the goddess Yavanna. I will help you, take this chance and change your fated path. In return, I want you to take this with you. I want you to plant the hope of our race.”

Gently he places a small object in her cold hand. She couldn’t really see it, but what does it matter? Again she tries to speak. Another cough makes her spit blood. Her vision goes dark and she can’t hear the last words of the ent. What did he mean, another chance?

‘If I could just see his face one more time, I’ll die a happy death. I am sure. All I want is nothing more but to hear you knocking on my door. I would give it my all to do better next time. All and everything of me.’ She sends her silent prayers to Yavanna.

Strangely the memories of her first encounter with the grey wizard pops into her mind. The picture of a familiar hole forms in her head.

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with paneled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill—The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (she had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over her garden, and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.

A knocking on the door made her look up from the book she was reading.

A guest? At this hour?

Slowly the small Hobbit stood up to answer the door.

„Dwalin, at your service.“ A dwarf. A dwarf on her doorstep.

A dwarf she knew a long time ago. A dwarf who died in battle, proudly swinging his weapon.

With a blank stare she scanned the dwarf.

‚Oh Yavanna, how cruel of you‘

Another moment the hobbit stood in the half open door, slowly realizing what was happening. In her empty eyes a spark lit up, after a long and cold winter. A single teardrop ran down her cheek, breaking her numbness.

„You are alive?“ She whispered under her breath.

Before Dwalin could react the small hobbit jumped at him, hugging the big warrior and sobbing at his chest.

A dream, it must be a dream. Maybe Yavanna granted her this dream to mend the crack in her heart. And even if it was just an illusion, she would be more than happy just to see them again. But still, for a dream this was kinda real.

Embarrassed she separates herself from the confused dwarf, wiping away the tears.

“Please, do come in, supper is almost ready. Would you be so kind and leave your shoes near the door? What is with the others? Are they all coming?!” Followed by an even more confused dwarf she heads to the dining room, seating him on the long table.

“Please do wait a moment. I will have to empty my whole pantry to feed thirteen dwarves and a wizard. We also have to save some for Thorin, as he will be running late.” Muttering to herself the hobbit lass vanishes in the direction of the pantry, leaving Dwalin behind. Another knock at the door announces the presence of an additional visitor.

“Master Dwalin, would you be so kind to answer the door? I have my hands full.”

Dazed the tattooed dwarf stands up to answer the door. In the meantime Bella sets the table and prepares some dishes that are easy and fast made.

“Evening, brother!” it echoes through the hallway, followed by the sound of two heads banging together. A dwarf with a long white beard enters the dining room and bows.

“Balin, at your service.” He states.

“It is good to see you again, Master Balin. Please bring the remaining food from the pantry here. I will have to answer the door. Fíli and Kíli will help you move the table.” She cleans her hands on a piece of clothes and goes to open the door for the two younger dwarves of the line of Durin.

“Fíli and Kíli, at your service!” both of them look so young.

Bella has to suppress another flood of tears, as she sees these two familiar dwarves. Before she could restrain the reflex, she hugs both tightly.

Hasty she lets go, brushing her hair out of her eyes and wiping the tears away. To stop her voice from cracking she clears her throat.

“You can leave your shoes and weapons here. I will have to excuse myself to look after the supper.” As she hurries towards the kitchen she scolds herself for reacting like this. They might think she is mad, or worse, unsociable.

Dwalin stops the two irritated dwarf lads from shouting questions at their host by assigning some tasks to them. He even answers the door a second time, just to find the eight missing dwarves literally falling inside. Behind them an amused Gandalf.

They are, as she remembered them, loud and not very well mannered. Yet as familiar as her own home. While the dwarves ate and drank, Bella was busy refilling the glasses and pints, restocking the empty plates on the table and keeping an eye on the portion she saved for their leader.

Gandalf watched the hobbit lass for the better part of the evening. She seems to behave strange, offbeat from the day before. Somehow like she became a different person over night.

She didn’t even flinch when they threw the dishes through the halls, only a slight smile on her face. Also she looks like glowing from time to time, nearly magical… Well, maybe he made a mistake.

Gandalf wasn’t the only one watching Bella. Dwalin, Balin and most of the company eyed the hobbit with curiosity and interest. How would she know about them?

They all went quiet as a someone knocked at the door.

There he was. Standing on her doorstep as if this was their first meeting. Broad shoulders that look like carrying the problems of the world. Sharp blue eyes, that pierce through hers, dark hair with some braids. Sadly without the small bells Bella gifted him.

“Gandalf… You said this place was easy to find. I got lost. Twice.” Completely ignoring the host of this home Thorin enters the hobbit hole.

“So this is the hobbit?” His attention shifts to Bella. “Tell me Mistress Baggins, have you done much fighting? Axe or Sword? What is your preferred weapon?”

Bella watches him, unsure how to answer.

“Thought as much, she looks more like a grocer than a burglar. And a lass non the less…”

“If this is a joke, it is of very poor taste!” She angrily stares up to Thorin. The relief and disbelief turns into anger. With her finger she pokes into Thorins chest, ignoring how muscular he is.

“After all we went through? You think you can just cast that aside? Do you have no shame? Do you even know how much I suffered? Just because you were to proud and stubborn to accept help!” With every sentence she pokes him again, urging him to take a step back.

“This wasn’t funny the first time and it won’t be…”

A whispered comment interrupts her angry speech. Bellas burning gaze finds Bofur.

“Oh, so you think I am cute when I am angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to be GORGEOUS!”

The whole company flinches under the angry gaze of the little hobbit. As she turns around she finds Thorin taking another step back.

“The wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” He tries to allay her anger.

The gate broke and the tears are rolling down her face. Her anger has vanished and a sharp pain strikes within her heart. This was no dream, no illusion or trick of her mind. Nor was she in Yavanna’s garden. Something happened to her. It isn’t them who are acting curious, it is her.

“This isn’t possible.” She takes a step towards Thorin. Careful she touches his cheek, looking him doubtful in the eyes, as if he could vanish any moment right before her eyes.

“Y-you are okay?” she gasps quietly, one hand over her mouth.

“How in the world is this possible? By Yavanna, what is going on? No, this is wrong…” unsteady she takes a small step back, then she faints.

Chapter 2

Masterpost

This is the first chapter of my story, what do you think?

[ruthoakenshield]

Thorin’s Anniversary Gift

You wake to gentle kisses on your neck and the sound of little pitter pattering feet and the giggles of your twin three year old daughters entering your room.

You groan and keep your eyes closed pretending to be asleep. Thorin chuckles, and you hear him grunt in pain as your daughter most likely got him near the groin...again, as she climbed up onto your bed and started trying to wake the two of you up.

“Mamad, hungweeee!” she said as she bounced on the bed next to you. “Yeah, Mamad, Bweakfas!!!!!” your other daughter squealed as you both heard her tummy growl.

Thorin chuckled and told them to go in the sitting room and play. That breakfast will be served soon.

You felt the bed bounce as your daughters vaulted themselves to the floor and ran out of the room.

Thorin pulled the pillow off your face that you were hiding under and kissed your cheek. “You ok, Love?” he asked as he caressed your side. His expression on his face showing concern.

“Don’t feel well.” you mumbled. “Just need to sleep. Can Dis or your nephews watch the girls today so I can sleep?” you ask. He frowns and feels your forehead. It feels fine. He looks at your sleep tousled head and chuckles and peppers your back and shoulder with more kisses. “I will take the girls to get breakfast and then bring them to Dis’.” he tells you as you roll over to face him.

He grins when he sees your exposed breast and leans down to give it some attention. He caresses it with his tongue, drawing moans from you and you reach up and entwine your fingers in his dark mane that is streaked with more silver strands, giving it a gentle tug. He give you a low growl, sending shivers through your body when he starts sucking your nipple, creating a pull deep inside you. After a few minutes of this he sits up and caresses your face when he hears the girls squeal, “Auntie!!!!”

“Shall I have Oin come check on you later this morning?” he asks. You nod. “Okay, Love. I will stop by the Healing Halls and ask him to do so. I will come and check on you when my meetings are finished.” he tells you and kisses your cheek. Then he gets up and goes to get your daughters ready for breakfast and spending the day with their Auntie and Cousins.

You roll over, cover yourself back up and go back to sleep.

Later in the morning you wake to the sound of a gentle knocking on your bedroom door. “Who is it?” you ask sleepily.

“It is Oin, my Queen. Thorin said you were not feeling well and asked me to check on you.” he replied.

“Come in Oin.” you tell him as you roll onto your back and cover your chest.

He enters and walks over to your side of the enormous bed. He sets his bag on the foot end of the bed and comes over to feel your forehead. “What seems to be troubling you, My Lady? You have no fever.” he asks.

You tell him you have not been sleeping well, have been rather moody, and just feel exhausted. He hums for a moment. “Well I know you have said your monthly cycles are irregular, so we can’t use that to say for sure whether or not it may be a pregnancy. Since you have no fever, i doubt it is an illness. Let me check you just to make sure you are not pregnant and then we will go from there. Hmmm?” he suggests.

You sigh and nod. He gives you an examination and when he is finished he is smiling. “Well, my Queen, it looks like you are indeed expecting another little pebble to add to your brood! Congratulations!” he says happily.

You look at him in disbelief. “What? How can I be pregnant when it’s only been three years since the girls were born? You ask surprised.

Oin chuckles. “Though it is rare, it is not unheard of for a fertile dwarrowdam to become pregnant so soon after giving birth, my dear. You are just one of those dwarrowdams who seem to easily become pregnant, which I’m sure will make Thorin very happy as he has always wanted a sizeable brood of little ones.” he chuckles.

“Don’t worry, my dear. I will make sure you and the babe stay healthy.” he assures you. “Now just enjoy the day free of your little pebbles and get some rest. Thorin said he will come see you after his meetings finish this afternoon. I will send Bombur with lunch for you after a while.” he tells you as you snuggle back down into the warm comforter. “Oin, do not say anything to anyone about this. I want to surprise Thorin with it.” you tell him. “As my Queen wishes.” he says with a bow and a wink.

“Thank You Oin.” you tell him. He smiles and pats your shoulder. “Happy anniversary, my Queen!” he tells you with a grin, then he grabs his bag and takes his leave, closing the door behind him.

You fall back asleep and wake when Bombur knocks and brings you lunch. You eat and then go back to sleep.

Later that afternoon, Thorin enters the bedchamber and finds you on your side cuddling a body pillow. Your arms and legs wrapped around it. The silk sheets thrown off and your body exposed to him. He grins and begins to strip off his clothes quietly.

He comes over to his night stand and grabs the bottle of strawberry flavored lube out and squirts a little into his hand after he crawls up into the bed. He coats his hard member and then snuggles against your back, gently slipping himself into your warm entrance. You moan quietly but don’t wake. He realizes you are in a very deep sleep and he grins.

As he starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, he reaches around your chest to find your breast with the hand he had put the lube on. He begins to use the remaining lube to massage your breasts and you let out another groan of pleasure and roll over onto his chest, still asleep as he nuzzles your peppermint scented hair and kisses your neck.

He smirks and continues his ministrations. Nibbling your shoulder and neck, giving you gentle kisses and love nips, massaging your breasts, sucking on them and your now strawberry flavored nipples. He reaches down between your legs and gently rubs your pearl as he continues to slowly move in and out of you with his hard member, enjoying the feeling of you surrounding him with your warmth and wetness.

He is in no hurry to come, he just wants to enjoy this time alone with you, giving you pleasures and wake you with this intimacy and the love he has for you.

You gradually waken in his arms as you lean on his chest. Your husbands ministrations rousing you from deep slumber and you open your eyes and give him a sleepy grin. “Hello, my Ghivashel.” he whispers in your ear and then kisses your cheek. “Did Oin come to see you?” he asks quietly.

“Mmmhmm.” you mumble sleepily and moan as he plays with your clit.

He grins. “And what did Oin say. Why do you not feel well?” he asks in a low sensuous voice.

“He said i am fine and that I just needed some extra rest.” you mumble, struggling to form a coherent thoughts while Thorin worships your body with his ministrations.

“Then may I join you while you rest?” he asks as he reaches back up and caresses your lips with his fingers. You open your mouth and suck on his fingers, tasting yourself and the strawberry lube. “mmmmmmm” you moan and he thrusts become a little more demanding.

He grins and worships your back and sides of your body for a while longer. Tracing the battle scars on your back with his tongue and lips, and caressing your sides as well as your stretch marks on your hips and rear with his hands.

After a while, he pulls out and moves you onto your back. He lays down on top of you again and begins to worship the front half of you as he ever so slowly enters your warm cave.

He watches with delight as you moan and writhe under his ministrations and your eyes roll back in your head and you arch up to him as he ever so slowly enters and exits your cave repeatedly.

“Ooooohhh Thorinnnnn!” you moan out in extacy. He gives you a devilish grin and begins to pick up the pace as he nips at your chest and nipples. You groan again and he continues to worship your body.

He feels your body tightening and he feels the tightening in his groin. He wraps his arms around you tightly and his thrusts become more erratic and feverish. Finally he feels you orgasm and your muscles clamp down on him, pulling him over the edge and into his own orgasm and you both cry out each other’s names as you come hard, panting and gasping for air.

He collapses onto your chest and you both are panting and chests are heaving. Once he comes down from the post orgasmic high, he tells you “Happy Anniversary, my Love.” and he kisses your chest as he rests his head there over your heart.

You sigh contentedly, knowing your secret will please him.

“I have a present for you too, My Love.” you say happily. He looks up at your face and then looks around. “Where is it, Ghivashel?” he asks.

“You are laying on top of it.” you giggle. “Oin informed me this afternoon that i have not been feeling well because we are to have more pebbles in our brood.” you inform him grinning.

He pushes himself up for a moment, looking at you not comprehending what you told him. You laugh and he moves off of you to lay at your side with a confused look on his face.

You take his large, warm hand and place it on your lower belly and pat it. He looks down at it and you see the light bulb finally go on. He looks back up at you in disbelief, then you see it flit to amazement and joy. “More pebbles?” he asks wide-eyed. You grin and nod.

His huge sapphire eyes get glassy as he looks from your face to your belly and back to your face. He leans down and nuzzles your neck and holds you close. “Thank you, Ghivashel” he tells you as he peppers your face, neck and chest with more kisses. “I couldn’t ask for a better gift.” he tells you with glassy sapphire eyes that now sparkle with joy.

“Happy Anniversary, My King.” you tell him as he begins to make slow, passionate love to you for the rest of the evening in celebration of the news of having more dwarflings with you.

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[writingfromkitchenator]

Blackfoot 2: Bloodlines

Chapter 5

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four

The original Blackfoot can be found here.

"Where are we going Mama?"

"To Beorn's.  He's agreed to help with some of your training."

"Why?"

Selene smiles down at Serena, who was looking up at her curiously.  "Well, your brothers had some training with him, so I thought it only fair that you get some too."

"Why?"

Chuckling, Selene scoops her into her arms, making her give a small squeal and giggle.  "Because he knows much more about what we are than I do, little wolf, and he's been a good friend for a lot of years now."

Serena thinks for a moment, watching in wonder at the world around her securely in Selene's arms, it only being the two of them.  She wasn't sure why, but she felt calmer out here, and as much as Thorin had warned her to be careful and to listen to her mother, Serena was more at peace than what she had been since she first turned.

"He's a wolf too?"

Selene shakes her head.  "No, he and his children are bears, but once, long ago, we used to all live as one, much like how the dwarves and men live at home today."

"Oh," Serena frowns a little.  "Then the darkness came?"

"Yes, but we don't have to talk about that if you don't want to."

Serena falls silent, remembering the tale Selene had told, still giving her chills, so she shakes her head.  "Can I sit on your shoulders Mama?"

Selene smiles and lifts her up, Serena giving a small giggle and for now, she could not worry about the world.

The journey to Beorn's was peaceful, with little trouble on the road and a brief stop for some more supplies in the Woodland realm, soon Selene was taking a deep breath in the open fields of Beorn's land.

Serena had been quiet, but Selene was relieved when she happily seemed to change into her wolf when Selene did, running together, and it made her feel a little better to think that this was was what she had needed.

When almost at Beorn's property, two large forms started to come towards them, Serena quickly whimpered and hid behind Selene, even as Selene shifted back, smiling at her comfortingly.

The two bears reached them and Beorn shift with a chuckle rumbling through his chest, his son shifting next to him, looking a little guilty.  "Apologies Selene, Bror thought that there were intruders on our land, he didn't know you."

"No harm done," Selene said, her hand resting on Serena's head as she shifted back and stood half behind her.  "And given the times, it could be better than to do so."

Serena looked up at Beorn with wide eyes, feeling incredibly small in comparison to him and his son standing next to him, and she was suddenly very unwilling to move from her mothers side.  She couldn't feel a threat from them, and Selene being relaxed helped a little, but there was something different about them.

Beorn smiles down at her.  "Hello little wolf, it is nice to finally meet you, you were quite the talk for a while here."

"Why?"  The question was out of her mouth before she thought about her, her face flushing and she buried even closer to Selene.

Selene runs her fingers through her hair.  "Because your brothers had to come here for a little while when I was having you, they were both very excited to meet you."

"Oh," She moves a little out.  "It's...it's nice to meet you too, Beorn...sir..."

Beorn chuckles and ruffles Bror's hair.  "Come, Hallera will have dinner ready and Grimbeorn, Eldbar and Eyvyn will be eagerly awaiting our return."

"Have the twins turns yet?"  Selene asked as they began to walk.  "There was only six months or so between them and Serena if I remember correctly."

"Barely a week ago now," Beorn said thoughtfully.  "Almost at the exact same time which was quiet a handful."

"We managed," Bror said quietly.  "It was still nothing compared to Grimbeorn."

"That is true, his bear has been...difficult," Beorn looks at Selene.  "Did Thorn ever tell you that the two of them got into a fight?"

"Eventually," Selene said.  "Once I was back on my feet properly and able to actually handle such a tale, told with the elaborateness of someone his age at the time."

Beorn laughs as the house comes into view, two children quickly looking up and starting to run over.  "Yes, Grimbeorn thought that he could take on an Alpha, it was most amusing, but neither got hurt, which was the important thing." He bends scoops up the two excited children who squealed in excitement.  "But I don't think we'll have that trouble with these two and the little wolf."

Serena was holding onto Selene's hand but her head picked up a little at the sight of the two children around her age, suddenly, the world didn't seem so big.

Sure enough, Serena got along easily with Eldbar and Eyvyn, and with Bror and Grimbeorn, who reminded her easily of her own brothers, although they tended to spend more time with their father than with their two younger siblings.

Eldbar and Eyvyn had taken to their bears well and were the ones that really got Serena on her feet as her wolf.  It was strange, and she didn't know how to tell her mother, but she felt more comfortable here and being like this than she did at home, even surrounded by her mother and brothers as she was.  There was something about being close to the wilds and relatively free to explore.

And then there was the other feeling.

Selene found her one night sitting outside alone in the dark, her eyes distant at she stared away at what she could feel but wasn't brave enough to follow.

"Are you alright Serena?"  Selene asked softly, sitting next to her.

Serena stirred a little and moved, curling up on her mothers lap.  "I don't know."

Selene's finger begin brushing through her hair, Serena relaxing into her hold with a soft sigh.  "You can talk to me."

Serena's blue eyes stared out for a long moment, letting her feel her mothers fingers and listen to their breathing.  "What's out there Mama?"

Her fingers paused for a moment, following Serena's gaze, and almost instantly she knew what was drawing her daughter out there.  "Ah, I was wondering if that could be it."

Serena looked back at her.  "What do you mean?"

Selene smiles at her.  "If you can bare with me little one, I'll show you tomorrow.  It will be easier to explain when we are there."

She didn't want to wait, but she could tell by Selene's expression that it was going to be better to do so.  "Okay."

The next day, to Serena's surprise, it was just her and Selene that set off, taking off quickly into the woods that surrounded Beorn's home, they had some food for lunch and Serena wondered just how far it was.

They both shifted and Serena managed to keep up with Selene for a little while, feeling free with her like she never had before.  Something about this time was different and Serena couldn't put her finger on it.

Selene eventually slowed down to Serena's pace and the two of them made good time.

An overwhelming feeling of sadness began to take over Serena, causing her to stop and whine.

Nudging her softly, Selene continues, Serena following along cautiously.

The village came into view and Serena stopped, staring around at the burnt ruins, some of which was starting to grow over green.

Serena turned back, turning again and again as she looks around, the sadness making hot tears start down her cheeks.

"It's starting to grow again," Selene said sadly, her hand carefully touching one of the buildings.  "Although slowly. Maybe things are starting to look a little brighter again."

"What is this place Mama?"  Serena asked, her voice trembling.

Selene lets out a long sigh.  "This...this used to be my home, before I became Blackfoot.  If things had been different, perhaps you, Thrain and Thorn would've lived here too, although how I would've met your father, I do not know."

"Why would this feeling be bringing me here?"  Serena asked, a little anger coming in her voice now, wanting to understand.  She thought that this was all starting to become clearer to her and now she was even more confused.  "Why is it like this?"

"Oh honey," Selene's voice was sad.  "I wish I could answer that for you, I wish I knew an answer for it, but I just don't.  I was drawn here too, on the journey with your father, so maybe you needed to just see it too, maybe there's something here for you like there was for me."

"But..." Serena sobbed.  "But..."

"Come here," Selene pulled her into her arms and hugged her as she began to cry. "I know it's all big and scary, but I'm not going anywhere, I'm here every step of the way.  You don't have to do this on your own."

Once Serena had settled, the two of them explored a little, taking one building at a time and Serena began to think that maybe this was a life that she was missing.  More than once she found herself watching her mother, Selene's expression sad as her hands wonder over the buildings and take in the sights and sounds around them.  Serena knew that if Selene had only ever been her while on the journey with Thorin, then she wouldn't have had a lot of time to explore this place.

They eventually came to the main hall and the two of them sat to eat lunch, staring at the half burnt hall, no green touching it yet and Serena felt the saddest here of all.

"This was where my parents lived," Selene spoke softly as they ate.  "They were the ones in charge of the skin changers here."

Serena stared at her.  "They had Thorn's blood?"

Selene smiles a little sadly.  "Yes, Thorn has their blood, Alpha blood, like my own, but that does not mean that you and Thrain are any different, you are both still of Alpha blood too, it's just that Thorn's is the most prominant."

Nodding, Serena stares around the hall.  "So you would've been in charge?  Then Thorn?"

"From what I understand," Selene said and then gives a small chuckle.  "It is still strange to me being a queen, but I guess, were things different, then that still would've happened, although, I would've actually been prepared for such a thing and not relying so much on your father."

Serena looks at Selene for a long moment and although she didn't fully understand, she had a sudden feeling that her mother and her father worked more together than what she had ever thought before.  "Mama...does Papa know about here?"

Selene nods.  "Yes sweetheart, he does, just as he know that I struggle from time to time, but he is there for me, just as I am there for him in his tough moments."

"So...the two of you are...are..." Serena wasn't sure what word she was looking for, but she found Selene smiling at her softly.

"We're connected little one, but to what extent I think it is better to explain when you are a little older."  Selene said and handed her some more food.  "Now, eat up, we can't spend too much longer here if we want to be back before nightfall."

Despite Selene's warning on time, Serena took her time exploring the hall, feeling oddly at home, as much as she felt a great sadness almost overwhelming her again.  More than once she found herself wiping tears away and more than once she found Selene by her side, holding her.  In one of the bedrooms, which Selene didn't dare enter, she found a small carved wolf, and upon showing it to Selene, Selene smiled sadly and pulled her own out from around her neck.

Eventually, it was time to go and Serena just had a feeling that she would be back one day, she wasn't sure when, but she just knew that she would.  As the two of them left, they howled together in farewell, and in that moment, Serena felt more connected to her other side than she ever had been before, as well as more connected to her mother.

With a small nudge, Selene got them both moving and it felt like no time at all that they were back at Beorn's.

[superpuppies]

Hobbit High

Chapter 2: The Story Lost

Fandom- The Hobbit

Characters- Ori X Dwalin, Bilbo X Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dori, Nori, Gandalf, Thlandral, Legolas

Rating- PG13

Word count- 3093

Archive Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10027448/chapters/57582619#workskin

Summary- Bilbo arrives at school in a panic unable to find the seconded story, once Bilbo informs Ori of the situation the two begin a frantic journey around the school in hopes of finding the missing papers. Fili and Kili corner our boys and have a little pounding session. Thorin and Dwalin help the shocked, shaken and bruised boy back to the Ri house for a little rest.

Hey all, here’s the newest from my mind, please keep in mind that I do have dyslexia and I really do try to fix all spelling mistakes but some will always slip through. If you spot some please let me know and I will do my best to correct it. Thank you.

Ori trudged along beside Nori, still trying to wake up, he had stayed up later then he usually would have reading Bilbo’s story after writing a bit himself.

Nori wrapped himself around his brother and sang. “Wakey, wakey.”

“Oh, come on Nori.” Ori halfheartedly pushed at his brother.

“What? You pretty much ran away when Dwalin’s dad showed up last night and you’ve been unusually quiet all morning not even an angry grumble.”

“That has nothing to do with you, dangling off me.” Ori’s eyes narrowed to emphasizes his sarcastic tone.

“I’m just worried about you.” Nori looked at Ori with comically wide, sad puppy dog eyes. After a moment Ori turned his eyes to the ground with a sigh.

“I’m just really tired.”

Bilbo rushed past them and into the school. “Where’s he running off to?” Nori asked raising an eyebrow.

“Must be something good, he completely ignored me when I said ‘good morning’.” Thorin said falling into step beside them.

“That’s just because it’s too early to be looking at your ugly mug.” Dwalin yawned coming up behind them.

“I’m so glad we’re friends.” Thorin smirked rolling his eyes.

“Well someone’s got to tell you how it is.” Dwalin shrugged and turned to Nori. “Why don’t you just climb onto Ori’s back and have him carry you, he practically is already.” Dwalin’s eyes narrowed.  Nori turned to Dwalin in a mock huff.

“Do you need to go back to bed too?” Dwalin just knitted his eye brows together in confusion. Nori stood up from leaning on Ori and pulled him tight to his chest. “What did you do to him? I could have sworn you’d left!”  Ori pulled himself out of Nori’s arms.

“Can you just not do this to me today?” Ori growled storming away.

“Grumpy!” Nori shouted after him.

 Ori found Bilbo digging almost franticly through his locker. “What are you doing?”

Bilbo stopped and looked up at Ori with worried eyes, he licked his lips before starting. “I, ugh, I can’t find it.”

“Find what?”

Bilbo stood. “The story you gave back yesterday.” Ori’s face fell. “I know I put it in my locker yesterday and then I thought I put it in my bag but then when I got home it wasn’t there. And now it’s not in my locker.” The bell rang and the hall burst into a frenzy. Bilbo closed his locker and headed for history a shocked silent Ori beside him and both boys an unnerving shade of pale.

As they sat Ori turned to Bilbo. “Did you check in all your books?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, I don’t know where it is.” Bilbo whined dropping his head onto his desk.

Ori groaned in disbelief as he lay across his own desk feeling crushed by the sudden added weight of this catastrophe.

As the day progressed their panic grew, at each class break they would check another spot that they thought of but still no sign of the story.

 Just before lunch Nori found the two boys snapping at each other in frustration but his head hurt too much to care why at the moment. Getting them to stop snapping at each other long enough to tell Ori that he was heading home because of his migraine was harder than it should have been and did nothing to help with his head. Ori just waved his brother away as he tried to think of another place to look.

 Ori and Bilbo met at Ori’s locker after their last class. “Maybe it fell out of my locker and the janitor threw it out.” Bilbo said hopeful.

Ori eyed his friend with disbelief as he gathered his bag. “Maybe” Ori said dryly. “You had violin lessons yesterday right?” Bilbo nodded not liking where Ori was going with this. “So we’ll swing by Mr. Théoden’s and see if you left anything behind.” Bilbo sighed as they started toward the door. Ori was feeling confident that his plan was a good one while Bilbo was still clinging to his janitor theory.

Kili Appeared around the hall corner behind Bilbo and Ori, an evil smirk on his face that didn’t match his soft tone. “Hey, Bilbo.” Bilbo jumped at the sound of Kili’s voice, then again as Ori let out a startled yelp. Fili reached out the door of empty class room two fourteen and pulled the red head into the room. Fili laughed as Ori tripped and stumbled to catch himself while Kili cornered Bilbo in the doorway and finally pushed the smaller boy into the room.

“Oh, Come on Fili, we just want to go home.” Ori whined straightening to standing.

“This won’t take long, Ori. We’ve been trying to talk to you guys all day but you’ve been avoiding us like we have the plague.” Both Fili and Kili put on false looks of hurt. Ori narrowed his eyes sensing danger as Bilbo tightened his grip on his bag strap.

“Why?” Ori’s suspicion tainted his voice.

“Well,” Fili began as he reached in to his back right pocket and pulled out the lost tale now folded in half. “We found something that belongs to you.” He snapped the papers flat. Ori and Bilbo’s faces fell in horror as their eyes locked on to the papers before them. “And we wanted to return it to you, well that was of course until we read it.” Bilbo let out an involuntary squeak just before he ran for the door, Kili clothes lined him just before he reached the door and he hit the ground hard. “I think, I’ll read you some of Kili’s and mine favorite parts.” Fili continued with a smile.

Ori stepped back from the twins, his eyes closing in horrified acceptance.

“No,” Bilbo begged his voice quieted from pain. “God no”

Kili knelt down and punched Bilbo in the ribs as his brother began to read.

“A shiver ran through Dwalin as he knelt before Ori. The red head simply watched with a small smile playing on his lips. ‘I apologies master’ Dwalin said dropping his eyes.  

‘As you should.’ Ori leaned toward Dwalin somewhat ominously. ‘But if you think a few simple words are going to make up for it, you are greatly mistaken.’

‘What can I do for you sir?’

‘You know full well what you need to do.’ Ori smirked leaning back in his chair. Dwalin nodded but kept his smile to himself, he took a pleasure he knew he wasn’t meant to from his punishments. Moving closer still on his knees he reached up to open Ori’s pants.”

“Stop” Bilbo sobbed hiding his face in his hands as Kili punched him in the chest again.

Ori sank to the floor his eyes shut tight as he tried to block out Fili’s voice, he didn’t like reading it and hearing it was much, much worse. “Oh god, please stop. Please.” Ori opened his eyes and looked up at Fili with pleading eyes. “Please Fili, that’s enough.”

“Enough!” Fili laughed darkly. Kili chuckled as well as he landed another blow onto Bilbo. “This is far from enough, Ori we haven’t even gotten to when Bilbo sticks his dick into Thorin. Or when you have Dwalin writhing beneath you.”

The tears started to roll down Ori’s cheeks despite his best effort to keep them in. “Please Fili, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Fili Jumped down from the desk he was sitting on and squatted down in front of Ori. “For what? Hmm? For being a sick fucking perv or for getting caught fantasizing about being a sick fucking perv with our cousin.”

“I don’t want your cousin. I didn’t” Ori started, Fili slapped him hard across the face.

“No, that’s right you like the strong quiet type. What do you think Dwalin would do if he knew, Ori? Do you think you would survive it? Hu?” Ori grabbed Fili’s shirt, His cheek swollen and pink from the slap shimmered with the still flowing tears.

“Oh God! Fili don’t tell him. Please don’t tell him! Don’t tell Dwalin. I’ll do anything, anything just don’t tell him. We didn’t mean it. We didn’t mean any harm.”

“You didn’t mean any harm?! You ruined both Dwalin and Thorin’s name.”

 Dwalin and Thorin walked down the quiet hall together in silence, it was strange being without Nori’s almost constant noise. Dwalin stopped for a moment and cocked his head to the side; he could have sworn he just heard his name.

“What are you doing?” Thorin asked coming to a stop a step past Dwalin.

“I thought I heard; there it is again.” Dwalin started down the hall once more.

“What?”

“My Name.”

 “Why would you ever think Thorin and Dwalin would waste their time with you!” Fili growled in Ori’s face as he and Kili landed another blow onto Ori and Bilbo respectively.  Fili was being smart about this, he knew better than to bruise up the face it would only attract unwanted attention over the next few days. Whereas body blows hurt more and were easier to hide, he had started latter on hitting Ori partly to punctuate some of what he was saying and partly because there was always the chance Nori would see something at home and get the truth out of Ori, where Bilbo did not present that problem.

Ori choked out a sob into his curled fist, he had his arms pulled tight up in front of his chest. His eyes closed while he tried to convince himself it would be alright. Fili and Kili would beat them up and then leave them alone and they would never have to go through this again, he hoped. Bilbo’s sobs had turned into gasping half spoken; half wrenched from his body pathetic please for the whole day to end causing Kili to laugh as he hit him.

 Dwalin stopped outside class two fourteen very confused, he could hear sobbing and pleading and then once again his name. He reached out and through open the door to find Fili and Kili perched over Ori and Bilbo. Fili and Kili froze, their attention snapping onto Dwalin at the sound of the door slamming into the wall. Dwalin’s mind reeled trying to understand what he was seeing. Bilbo was pinned under Kili sobbing for air while Ori seemed small and defeated in Fili’s grip as tears streamed down his face.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Dwalin boomed fully entering the room, Thorin turned in behind him and immediately darkened at the sight.

“Fili! Kili! Get away from them, now!”

“But we’re just.” Kili started.

“You don’t know what they-” Fili tried to interject.

“Now!” Thorin growled. “Get the hell away from them and me before I kill you!” Fili and Kili glanced at each other briefly then stood. Fili tried to explain again as they wove their way between the two older boys.

“They-“

“GO!” Thorin barked and the twins disappeared down the hall.

Bilbo shifted into sitting and scooted closer to Ori while still trying to get the sobs under control. He was glad Kili was gone but completely horrified that Thorin was now there.

Ori scrubbed at his eyes trying to see what was going on but the tears just kept flowing, he thought he had heard Dwalin’s voice but that couldn’t be right.

Dwalin moved toward Ori but got distracted when he almost slipped on the story that Fili had dropped; reaching down he picked it up and began to read.

Thorin dropped down in front of Bilbo and reached out to try and assess the damage done. Bilbo flinched and pulled away curling closer to Ori with a whimper, Thorin tried again with slower more deliberate movements. “Bilbo, just let me” He tried to sound as soothing as he could.

“No!”  Bilbo shrieked and pushed Thorin’s hands away scurrying farther behind Ori. “Please, I promise I’ll stop. I’ll destroy them all.”

“Thorin.” Dwalin sounded odd in monotone as he continued to read the papers.

“Bilbo, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Thorin said moving closer to Bilbo slowly.

“Thorin.” Dwalin said again.

“What, Dwalin. I’m trying to do something here.” Thorin turned to Dwalin sharply. Dwalin waved the story.

“It’s about us, us and them.”

“What? Who cares, they’re a mess can we deal with that first.” Thorin turned back to Bilbo with a huff. Dwalin looked down at Ori who seemed to be coming back to himself.

Ori placed his hands on the floor and pushed himself to standing. Dwalin reached out for Ori, who flinched and took off running. Dwalin took off after Ori stuffing the story into his back pocket.

Bilbo squeaked as he realized he was left alone with Thorin. Bilbo began a rattling constant stream of begging to be left alone and apologies that slowly turned into hyperventilation. Thorin sighed and cupped Bilbo’s face in his hands. “Bilbo, Look at me. I need you to calm down, it’s okay.”  This, of course did nothing to calm Bilbo down.

Thorin stared at the panic-stricken boy with his flushed cheeks and open panting pink lips. He was an entirely different kind of adorable that Thorin had never thought of before. Without meaning to Thorin leaned forward and kissed Bilbo, who after a moment went entirely still. Thorin smiled at the bewildered look on Bilbo’s face as he pulled away. “There that’s better.” He said wiping at the tear streaks on Bilbo’s cheeks.

Bilbo’s mouth moved trying to find his voice but all he could muster was a soft airy whisper. “You, you kissed me.”

“Yep.” Thorin smiled again. “Is that going to be a problem?”   Slowly Bilbo shook his head ��no’, still disbelieving it had actually happened. “Want me to do it again?”

Bilbo’s cheeks flushed crimson and his chin dropped to his chest sliding his face from Thorin’s fingers. “Yes” he whispered.

“It’s kind of hard when you won’t look at me.” Thorin whispered into Bilbo’s ear.

Bilbo shivered but let Thorin tilt his chin up again. This was crazy, crazy how was this happening? Thorin let a smile play on his face as he leaned in for another kiss. Bilbo’s fingers tightened in his own jacket wanting to reach out for Thorin but frightened it would break whatever spell he was under. Thorin slid in closer and Bilbo breathed out a soft moan.

Thorin smiled and rested his forehead against Bilbo’s, “Better?” Bilbo nodded, eyes drifting across Thorin’s chest. “Good. Now, do you want to tell me what happened?” Bilbo shook his head tightening his grip on his jacket. Thorin gently rubbed Bilbo’s back. “Okay, maybe later.” He placed a reassuring kiss to Bilbo’s cheek.

 Ori was booking it down the hall; Dwalin was having a bit of a struggle to catch up. He wondered where Ori had been hiding this talent, he never ran this fast during gym, not that Dwalin was creepily watching Ori through his English class window every day or anything. Apparently the nerd could pull this out when he really wanted to. “Ori, Stop!” Dwalin called after him. “Holy shit! Come on, Ori. Stop.”

Ori slowed to take a corner and Dwalin saw his chance, pushing himself to go faster he lunged across the final distance and slammed into Ori’s right side. The two of them fell heavy on Ori’s left side onto the hard linoleum, tangled together in a heap, knocking the wind out of Ori.  It took Dwalin a moment to get himself untangled from Ori and then off of him but Ori paid little mind as he tried to suck as much air back into his lungs as humanly possible. Dwalin lifted Ori into something resembling sitting as best he could once Ori began to flail his arms and beg to be left alone as his breath came back to him. “Calm, Oww!”Ori’s wild flailing caught Dwalin right on the nose. “Calm down.” Dwalin caught Ori’s hands and pinned them to Ori’s chest. Dwalin loomed over the red head trying to get the smaller boy still and then hopefully calm. Ori wiggled attempting to get away from Dwalin’s daunting form.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’ll get rid of them.”

“Ori, stop” Dwalin let go of one of Ori’s hands and covered his mouth. “and it’s not that important. Okay so just chill out for a second.” Ori finally looked up terrified, at Dwalin’s face and was surprised by the sincerity and concern in it also by the small trail of blood beginning to slide from Dwalin’s nose. “Jesus, Ori you’re a walking bruise.” Dwalin stood and helped Ori to his feet. “Sorry about tackling you. I just really needed you to stop.”

Ori opened his mouth to respond but Thorin cut him off as he and Bilbo approached. “Oh good you caught up to him.” Thorin had his left arm around Bilbo’s shoulders while his right held Bilbo’s, Ori’s and his own school bags. “Damn! Ori you can really move.” He handed Dwalin Ori’s bag. “It’s a good thing Coach Boromir didn’t see you move like that or he’d be hounding you to join the team.” Ori tensed up again at the idea. Dwalin glared at Thorin as he wrapped his arm around Ori’s shoulder and pulled him in close, Thorin just shrugged and mouthed ‘he would’ at him.

“He didn’t, Ori” Dwalin said quietly and felt Ori begin to relax again. “Now can we calmly walk you home? No running off or incoherent apologetic begging.” Ori simply nodded his eyes down cast. “Alright.” Dwalin pulled Ori’s bag strap across his chest as he turned the younger boy toward the door. Dwalin wiped the back of his free hand under his nose and smeared some of the blood on to his cheek as he got the majority of it off his face then wiped his hand on his jeans.

 The walk to the Ri house was extremely quiet, with Bilbo and Ori tucked under their respective ‘hero’s’ arm. The two younger boy’s cheeks blazed red the entire walk. Bilbo limped slightly on his right side as the bruises from Kili’s punches began to take a more defined shape. While Ori tried not to let his body show how much pain he was in, his entire chest was peppered in bruises and his left side stung immensely from Dwalin’s tackle, every breath he took hurt and made it difficult to take the next. Relief flooded Ori as they turned on to Smaug Way.

[littlelucifermotherfucker-writes]

A Murderous Adventure II

Chapter 2 - A Crow To Pluck

Word Count : 1994

Summary : Missing home, a tale of crows and first impressions is always complicated. Yet somehow you navigate it. To a degree. You already like Bilbo, and Gandalf, yet you are scared to meet the dwarves.

Maybe your worries are misplaced, as a pair of brothers take to you very quickly.

So does another.

Relationship : Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (Eventual)

Obviously, you were met with a flustered Bilbo.

“I really do not need more company in my house...” He begins but then looks at you and appears confused. “You’re not a dwarf.” He mutters.

“No, I’m not. Can you let me in?” You ask sheepishly not knowing what to say to convince him. He looks at you, brow crinkled, and mouth open as if he is about to speak. “Look I have no idea how I got here, but It’s no good explaining what happened on your doorstep.” This time your plea is heard, and you get let in.

You sigh rubbing your face in your hands. Bilbo wanders back over to the company as you gather your thoughts. He asks them about if they have a human girl going along with them. All of them vehemently say no, and you hear chairs move. At a guess it sounds like two or three. Possibly four.

You take a breath and try to remember the white crows’ words. Before you can you hear footsteps. Taking your head out of your hands and trying to look somewhat confident; you face Thorin, Balin and Gandalf.

They all glare, although Gandalf’s is more a glare of intrigue.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Thorin growls. You go to answer, before Gandalf interrupts.

“She is not from Middle-Earth.” The dwarves, and now hobbit all look up at the wizard. You are only short, having shrunk to 5ft but you still feel marginally tall. “Something pulled her here.” He grumbles and they all look at you.

“It was a crow. A white crow.” Their brows furrow and you sigh. “I feed the local crows. I have done for a couple of years and now they will eat from my hands.” You begin to explain. “It started a week ago. I get gifts from them. Twigs, leaves, coins. But one of them flew in and dropped this.” You say pulling the key from around your neck.

Their eyes widen and Gandalf hums. You pass the key over to Thorin. Before any questions can be asked, you continue. “Then the next day, a different crow dropped a map.” Again, you pass it over to Thorin. “I have no idea how the crows got them or how, but I ended up with them. Two days later several crows are on my kitchen side, along with a bigger pure white one. Now typically crows don’t talk. This one did.”

None of them speak, they listen. Seemingly allowing you to fully explain the situation without questions or judgement. Yet. “The crow told me I was kind and thanked me for the food and said that I would get the last gift the next morning. I did. It was the sword. The white crow was there again, and it said.” You pause and quote directly.

“’ This is the last gift. A sword called Ronuriel. It is a powerful sword, and has a twin, Orcrist. It was made by the elves of Gondolin and was lost in the first age. It has now been passed to you and will aid you on the adventure that is soon to follow.’”

They look puzzled and Gandalf speaks. “That blade has been missing for centuries. Did it tell you of where it came from?” You shake your head.

“I have no idea. Whatever is happening, it is not something I was expecting. It’s not something I wanted. But I’m stuck now. I can’t go home. I need to see this through. I don’t expect your trust; I just want you to know I have sincerely told you the truth.” Gandalf glances over you again and is now quiet.

“Where did you appear?” Balin asks, as Thorin stays quiet.

“At the bridge, down the road. It was the morning when I left, so time doesn’t work the same. And I never even got to have breakfast.” You tell them, the last part being more of a mental note to yourself.

The two dwarves turn to each other and walk away to the others. Bilbo looks between you and Gandalf.

“I will go get you some food Miss...” He trails off realising he doesn’t know your name.

“Ruby. Thank you.” He wanders off and Gandalf speaks. It’s lower, only you hear.

“Whatever brought you here is powerful, more powerful than I. I can also tell you know more than you’re telling. However, you got here, and whatever your purpose, clearly fate has a path for you. I will aid you as best I can, but I cannot guarantee your safe return home.”

You nod swallowing. You ignore the weight of the words until after he has gone. You are left in the hall, alone. You could die here. Your family. You may never see then again. Your friends. They would miss you. It hits hard. You tremble and lean against the door trying not to cry.

As strong as you’d like to be, facing a world without family and friends will be hard. You love them. You care for them. How are you going to cope without them to vent to, to cry to, to talk to, to make fun of? All of it. Gone.

Bilbo walks over, and he doesn’t quite know what to do when you are sniffling and crying. He goes over and passes you some bread and meat. “I’m sorry I don’t have more, but well the dwarves have looted my pantry.” He says gently.

You look at him, nodding a quiet thanks. You take the food and expect him to leave. He doesn’t. “I think you need to go sit by the fire and have some time alone.” He is kind, and gentle and that small kindness helps you feel more at home. More wanted.

You stand and he shows you to the lounge. You sit down quietly and hear the dwarves voices echo around the hobbit hole. They seem to be excited and have had their vigour renewed by the map and the key. Then they start to complain. You can’t make out their words. But you know them.

Why a human? Why a woman? We don’t need her. Leave her here. Send her back.

It’s hard enough knowing that’s how they feel. Yet you feel it far from home and alone. Slowly picking at the food Bilbo gave you isn’t helping. Eventually the arguing quiets and there is a thump.

Bilbo ends up sat with you, Gandalf stood close by. He fainted. He is still pale and shaky, his wobbly cup of tea giving him away.

“You should drink your tea Bilbo. It will help you feel better.” You tell him finishing your food. He sighs and listens to you. He points you to the kitchen when he asks, and you go in.

You put your plate in the sink and sigh, looking out of the small round window into the night. A voice behind you startles you. “You seem out of your depth.” The voice is rumbling, and deep. Turning you see Thorin, leaning in the doorway. The key is in his hand. “Strange. Your story, and yet I believe you.” He hums.

Suddenly he pushes away from the door and over to you. “I do not trust you. But that does not mean you will be left here. I can see that whatever brought you here has a large part to play in this.” He stops close to you. You only have an inch of height over him.

“I am sorry. It’s not like I was prepared to happen. The closest I have ever gotten to a quest is when I lost a shoe in the woods as a kid. I’d gone all the way back home with my siblings wearing one shoe. She made use go back out to find it. It took hours.” You mumble. Thinking of home making you want to be back. “I have only been here for half an hour and already I miss my home. I may never see my family again, and now I have been put into a quest to fight a dragon.” You don’t realise you’re rambling. Your eyes are avoiding his, and you are hiding your face by looking at the floor.

“I don’t know how to use a sword. It’s not a common thing where I’m from. Neither is horse riding. We don’t have dragons, or elves, or dwarves. It’s just humans. There’s no magic. Just us. We aren’t doing a good job of things either.” You sigh. You turn leaning against the sink. “All I wanted to do was to do the thing I love and help nature where I could. That’s why I fed the crows. But I can’t even do that without something bad happening.”

Thorin says very little during your ramble. He can hear the fear, and panic in your voice. When you speak its obvious how terrified you are. He sighs. “I would much rather you were home. For your own sake, as much as mine. Yet you are here. There is no way out. So we must work together. Fate has a path for you, and It lies with my company.” Thorin looks at the key in his hands. “You were given this key and the map. It is mine by right, yet you were given it. Have the key. Keep it safe, and in return I will do everything I can to keep you safe as your journey with us."

You look at him. He is sincere, and clearly trying to make the best of it himself. You see the key in his outstretched palm. Your eyes meet his for the first time, and Thorin sees it. The reason you’re here. You are his One.

You take the key and all too soon you are gone. Thorin is left standing in the kitchen wondering how you are his One.

You put the key around your neck, and as you round the corner you bump into another dwarf. You grunt on impact and start to stammer an apology.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You are met with a smile, and a warm face.

“Well I suppose I can forgive you.” He tells you, a mischievous grin on his face. He has brown hair and only slight stubble on his face. “I’m Kili, and apparently you are joining us on our quest.” You nod. “I wasn’t sure what to expect when we were all told. But you seem … capable.” His pause gives away his true intentions, as does the smirk. You smile at him. It’s the first one you’ve had since arriving.

“Well Kili, I am Ruby. I have no idea how to fight, or ride a horse, I can probably only run around 200 yards, and I’m very clumsy. But I am pretty good at climbing.” His smile remains, and you see the glint in his eyes. You feel an innuendo coming.

He stifles a laugh as he goes to speak, and you see a similar looking dwarf appear behind him. “I’m sure you are far more capable at riding than you let on.” You feign indignation. His smile fades thinking he’d offended you and as he begins to apologise you stop him.

“Kili I’m gonna give you some advice.” He stops stammering. “If you keep making those jokes, you might end up not being able to ride yourself.” He looks surprised, and you hear Fili chuckle as you walk away.

Fili pats his brothers back and smiles. “I like her. She certainly knows how to take a joke.” Kili is smiling too. “And she had no problem bullying you.” He teases. Kili hits him and the brothers laugh.

You still miss home. You still know you’re out of place. Yet somehow you feel as though you will be ok, and the heavy key hanging from your neck is certainly calming. Even if you don’t know why.

[ladylouoflothlorien]

Unexpected Destiny #2

Dwalin x Female!Reader

2110 words

Woah, part two posted in the same week as part one? Who is she I don’t know her. Anyway, here is part two for those of you who seemed to really enjoy this when I posted part one. I’ve got terrible great things planned for the rest of this fic. One final thing before you go on to read so you’re not confused, don’t worry, Dwalin’s conversation with Gandalf will be delivered to you in juicy detail in part 3. Enjoy!

Somehow they’d ended up at Rivendell, much to the chagrin of both the dwarves and [y/n], who had wished to never set eyes upon that place again. When Elrond had first greeted the dwarves, she’d ducked down in the centre of the dwarves and hidden so that he could not see her face, and though the elf had known exactly who she was without being able to see, he’d been kind enough to pretend he hadn’t and that he thought the odd behaviour was a product of the dwarves being overly protective of females.

Whilst the company was settling at Rivendell and the elves left them alone for a bit, [y/n] began to make an effort to get to know the company, though she found herself stubbornly sticking close to Gandalf as often as she could. Consequently, Dwalin had been given little opportunity to ask Gandalf any of the multiple questions swirling around in his brain. Most importantly, he had two main questions that he wanted answers to.

First, why had he felt some kind of reaction when he’d touched the casket’s lid but none of the other dwarves had the same reaction? Second, why did he feel a certain pull towards this human? Although Dwalin wasn’t entirely sure if the second question should really be asked or whether that was something more personal that he should really figure out for himself.

In any case, the first of the two questions continued to bother him more and more as time passed, and Dwalin was determined to get [y/n] away from Gandalf for long enough to interrogate the frustrating wizard.

In order to do this, Dwalin enlisted the help of two of the most mischievous dwarves… the young princes, Fili and Kili. In truth, he threatened them into helping him get [y/n] away from the wizard, but past that he’d left it up to the two young dwarves to come up with exactly how they were going to do that.

[Y/n] had point-blank refused to attend the dinner the elves were hosting for them that night; she still wasn’t ready to face Elrond and any of the other elves who would recognise her. After realising that this was an occasion when [y/n]’s stubbornness would not be out-matched – even by a dwarf – the dwarves all swore to sneak food into various pockets to bring her back enough for a proper meal.

“No member of my company will go without a proper meal.” Thorin’s words were eagerly echoed by the rest of the company, including one extremely insistent hobbit (although given the meal of rabbit food they were about to be served, they’d soon think that none of them were going to get a ‘proper’ meal whilst they were staying with the elves.)

As the company - minus [y/n] – made their way towards where they would be eating, Dwalin couldn’t help but feel a tiny thrill of excitement. This dinner could give him the perfect opportunity to quiz Gandalf without [y/n] being present. Maybe he wouldn’t need the young princes and their ridiculous schemes to distract [y/n] after all. Imagine his disappointment when Gandalf wasn’t even sat at the same table as him. He still enjoyed the dinner, all of the company did. What with the terrible food and their knowledge of the elves’ treatment of [y/n], they tried their best to be as rowdy and disruptive as possible.

Dwalin hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Gandalf at the dinner due to their seating arrangements – yet another reason to dislike the elves – but this unfortunately meant that he now had to rely on the childish schemes of Fili and Kili to get [y/n] away from Gandalf.

Being as they were, in Rivendell, the two princes had to hash out a rather crude plan… or at least they thought they had to. That was until they were discovered scheming by two very special elves – Elladan and Elrohir. The two dwarves were instantly on their guard, naturally. They’d been taught to hate elves since birth, and this had only been reinforced by hearing [y/n]’s story. Despite this, there was a certain energy coming from the two male elves that they related to.

“What are you two doing?” One of the elves asked, only for both Fili and Kili to shoot back at the same time. “Who are you?!”

The response that they received was so startlingly like the way they themselves usually greeted strangers that it almost made their beards fall off.

“Elladan and Elrohir at your service, young dwarf masters.” Though their bows were more graceful and less energetic than the bows that Fili and Kili usually blessed people with, they were still completely synchronised. The two dwarves blinked, looked at each other, then back to the elves before rising to give their own greeting.

Something about [y/n] that should, perhaps, have been mentioned earlier was the fact that she really didn’t like to dress like a lady. There was something about the way that women were treated by most males in middle earth that just got on her last nerve. Sure, there was a level of respect that was nice and she didn’t have to worry about her ‘honour’ when she was around males for the most part, but still, being treated like a delicate flower all the time was pretty annoying. Especially when she’d been taught how to fight by Glorfindel himself.

To try and distance herself from this treatment, [y/n] had taken to wearing what was considered ‘mens clothing’. To the credit of the dwarves, so far they hadn’t treated her any different to how they treated the hobbit, and so [y/n] was satisfied that the way they treated her was more to do with their (mistaken) belief that she didn’t know how to protect herself than her gender. Then again, she’d been put into that casket in her usual get-up of mens clothing and [y/n] believed that it was entirely possible they hadn’t really registered that she was a woman yet.

Why is this information necessary now? I’ll tell you, because this information is necessary to understand the prank that the dwarf brothers and the elf twins had come up with.

[Y/n] couldn’t cling to Gandalf forever – she needed to bathe after all. This could have given Dwalin the opportunity he needed, except [y/n] always bathed extremely quickly and the topics Dwalin wanted to discuss seemed sensitive enough that the thought of having [y/n] burst in during the discussion turned the warrior’s ears pink. So when [y/n] went off to bathe Fili and Kili sprang up and followed after her sneakily, nodding to Dwalin, who got up to talk to Gandalf as soon as [y/n] was fully out of sight.

When Fili and Kili found the room where [y/n] was bathing, they found the two elves they’d sort of befriended already waiting outside for them.

“Here.”

One of the elves – Elladan – handed a bundle of clothes to Kili, whilst Elrohir offered an explanation.

“This belonged to [y/n] when she lived here, so we know it’ll fit.” The two elves laughed quietly, trying to keep their voices down so as to not alert the woman bathing behind the door they were all standing in front of.

The dwarven princes had a look of confusion etched onto their faces that was almost enough to make the elves laugh still more, but they managed to contain themselves. This time, Elladan was the one to explain.

“This dress is the only one left. Lord Elrond kept trying to convince [y/n] to wear her dresses – at least for dinners and special occasions – and he kept replacing her clothes with dresses whilst she was sleeping. In retaliation, [y/n] piled all her dresses up in the courtyard and set them on fire. This dress only survived because it was away being altered.” By the end, both Fili and Kili were grinning widely.

“From the little we know of her, that does sound like something she’d do.” Fili managed to get out through this own half-silent chuckles.

“Enough now.” Elladan quickly hushed everyone. “You haven’t got much time, go now, and hurry!”

As the two dwarves opened the door to the room, Elladan and Elrohir skedaddled, knowing that there would be dire consequences from this little prank and they didn’t want to be caught up in [y/n]’s inevitable anger.

As they crept into the room, the dwarves were relieved to find that [y/n] was facing away from them, and that her pile of clothes was within reach. Fili made a grab towards the pile and at the same time Kili put the folded dress down. The two princes bolted, barely having the presence of mind to try and close the door quietly. They knew they didn’t have long before they were discovered.

[Y/n]’s eyes snapped open. She’d accidentally fallen asleep in the middle of her bath, and now she’d woken up with a strong feeling that something wasn’t quite right. She got out of the bath and dried herself off with the towel provided. It felt strange being back in Rivendell knowing it’d been hundreds of years since she’d been there but it felt like mere hours. It was only when [y/n] went to dress herself that she realised what was wrong specifically.

Fili and Kili had made their way back to the common room where the rest of the dwarves were, gaining a concerned look from Dwalin who was still having hushed conversation with Gandalf in a far corner. The princes merely gave him a thumbs up and mouthed at him to continue.

Moments later, [y/n] came rushing into the common room wearing the very same dress that had been left for her – she couldn’t just run around the place totally naked now could she? Her eyes focused on the two dwarves who she thought were capable of doing such a thing, and not to her surprise Fili was still holding an incriminating pile of clothes on his lap. The two princes instantly sprang to their feet and ran off, though Fili still clutched to the bundle of clothes like his life depended on it.

[Y/n] dashed across the room and hurried after them. The members of the company remaining in the room all laughed and shook their heads before returning to what they were doing before. Well, all except Dwalin, who had been left with a very confusing mix of emotions, and it had taken Gandalf several minutes to snap the warrior back to reality so that they could continue their discussion.

[Y/n] chased Fili and Kili for almost half an hour before the two of them accidentally ran head first into a wall. Kili woke up to see his brother’s body being pulled in all sorts of directions and it looked absolutely back breaking. Kili tried to move but found that his wrists and ankles were bound.

“What are you??”

“I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry!” Fili yelled back, desperately trying to squirm away and failing miserably.

Kili, realising he was next, started yelling that he was sorry as well. [Y/n] paused, holding Fili in a fixed position to look over at Kili.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this.” She raised her hand and dramatically pointed an accusatory finger at the younger dwarf. “Sorry isn’t gonna help you when I kick your ass!!!”

When you marched the princes back to the common room almost an hour later you were dressed once again in your regular clothes, whilst Fili and Kili were stuffed into incredibly ill-fitting elvish dresses. They were sore and felt ridiculous, but they were already formulating a plan to get some type of reward from Dwalin for their suffering.

[Y/n] just looked smug as she dropped herself beside Bilbo and effortlessly slid back into the conversation she’d been having with him before she’d gone to bathe as if nothing had happened.

Dwalin, who had finished his conversation with Gandalf by that point, couldn’t pretend that the manner of the princes’ return didn’t amuse him, though he did feel a tiny bit sorry for them. The other dwarves found it hilarious, and they began badgering Fili and Kili into telling them what happened and eventually, two very grumpy and very uncomfortable young dwarves recalled the events for the rest of the company to hear. All of them went to sleep that night with their cheeks aching from laughter. Dwalin had, of course, also been highly amused when he’d heard the particulars, though he’d found himself more impressed by [y/n]’s display of stamina and strength.

“That’s my kind of woman.” He thought to himself just as he was settling down for the night. Wait… what?!

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A Promise Made

Pairing/s: Fili x wife!reader

Setting/Timeline: Years after BoTFA, Durins live!AU

Warning(s)/Genre(s): Fluff, angst

Word Count: 1,265

The Hobbit, the Durins, and Any of the Company  © J.R.R. Tolkien Context © me

A/N: This is an entry for @sdavid09‘s Tale Teller’s Adopt a Plot Bunny Challenge and I’ve chosen Hobbit Plot Bunny no. 17 -  “Fili has always loved using daggers.  He had them hidden all over himself…but he learns the hard way one day that he needs to take extra care that they are all secured properly. That was not a great place to get a cut.”

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"What are those?”

“Those are my creations, little one.”

Fili has always loved using daggers. He immediately preferred it as his weapon of choice at the instant he held one during his early days of training, aside from swords that he also happens to love, and has always been proficient in using it.

So much so he desperately wanted to learn to forge one for him and for the whole family.

“They all come in different shapes and sizes,” another dwarfling says, her voice filled with awe as her eyes, the same eyes that reminds him of the love of his life, filled with wonder and curiosity.

He did learn how to forge swords and daggers, and not too soon he added axes and knives into the list. It eventually became a habit, a ritual according to Kili and their mother, the Lady Dis of Erebor, and to the rest of their kin, for him to forge one as a sign of remembrance or commemoration to every milestone he and his brother achieve.

Until he realized he created too much; too many for him to possibly carry all with him.

“I happen to remember adad has a way to carry all of those,” the eldest among the three says with a snicker, his eyes azure as Fili’s as he looks onto the younger ones with great care, making sure not one of them will get even just a small scratch, “I tried to ask how he did it, but he’s as stubborn as great-uncle.”

“Or even more stubborn than great-uncle,” one of the young ones added, making his twin giggle with delight.

“It is because of the risks one has to face while carrying more than two or three daggers,” Fili says sternly to the eldest, not wanting to remember a particular incident he had to resolve himself.

Fili is known to never leave one important thing behind, especially if he knows he could use it in any given circumstances. To say he was relieved when he found a way to carry most, if not all, of his daggers and swords with him was a complete understatement. 

But ever since he married (Y/N) and being crowned as King Under the Mountain when Thorin stepped down due to old age, Fili’s old habit of always carrying a dozen - or more - of his daggers had surprisingly diminished. He started putting most of his prized weapons on display, either in his study, in the living quarters of their chamber, or in the weaponry of the kingdom, but still carried one or two for safety purpose.

“What happened here?” (Y/N), now wife and Queen of Erebor’s Lion King, asked with raised eyebrow a she looked onto her eldest before turning her gaze at her husband.

“Nothing for you to worry about amrâlimê,” Fili replied in a rush as his nerves starting raise red flags, “you know our little cub just loves to cuddle-.”

“Then why is he crying?” She interjected; a light growl could be heard in her voice.

Fili knew better than anyone else his wife’s wrath no matter how convincingly she may look as calm as a gentle breeze. And he also knew lying to her may as well be considered a death wish.

When his first born came, he made sure all of his weapons were properly displayed and completely out of reach from curious little hands. And the ones in his possession, Fili made sure he had them hidden all over himself…but he learned the hard way one day that he needed to take extra care that they are all secured properly. 

“It was an accident amad,” Vili, their first born, reasoned as he gave (Y/N) the puppy eyes, confirming her suspicion of Kili teaching it to his nephew, “adad just got home and I missed him so I gave him a big, warm hug.”

(Y/N) gave out a sigh, realizing she would never stay stern for too long as long as her lion cub is around. She would have to deal with Fili and his hidden cutlery after she cleaned and patched up Vili’s wound.  

Keeping weapons within their possession was a very alarming matter for her, especially if their child and other dwarflings were around. And Fili would remember from then on to always remove the daggers hidden in his pockets before approaching her or their children.

“I am truly sorry my Queen,” Fili whispered, regret evident in his visage as he gave (Y/N) a kiss. 

“Adad never meant to hurt me,” Vili added as he wrapped his chubby arms around her neck, “please forgive him, amad.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but gave out a smile to her son after giving Fili a kiss, “you know I will always forgive your adad.”

“So that’s what happened,” Nili, the second son and older of the twins, mumbles as he looks at both his older brother and his father, “but adad, it was an accident.”

“And nadad(brother) seemed fine,” Lilly, the only daughter and younger twin of Nili, added as she gives Fili a hug, “he would’t nag you like what great-uncle Dori would to great-uncle Nori if he was not fine.”

“I heard that!” They suddenly here Dori’s exclaim down the hall, making them laugh like there’s no tomorrow. They will never understand how the old dwarrow and member of the Company could hear of them from that far.

Fili gives out a sigh, suddenly feeling melancholic as he remembers his wife’s smile and laugh despite making her feel weary. And he knows he will never find and love another woman as great and loving as his (Y/N).

“Alright,” he says, couldn’t help but chuckle after startling his children, “I will teach you everything that I knew and learned.”

Vili’s eyes suddenly widens, excitement and surprise could never be so obvious, “really adad?”

“Really,” Fili reassures with a smile, “but you have to learn and master how to smith first.”

“I’ll do that now adad,” the eldest exclaims, giving him a kiss on his cheek before bolting out of their chamber and dashing towards the kingdom’s forges, “I will make you and amad proud!”

“I’ll go with you too!” Nili exclaims as he runs after his older brother.

“Would amad be very excited for nadad?” Lilly asks as she watches her two brothers running down the hall, “because I know nadad will be a very strong warrior one day.”

“I am sure amad will be very excited, my princess,” Fili replies as he ushers her to follow her brothers down the forges.

And probably to pester and loose more grey hairs of the then Captain of the Guard and best friend of his late Uncle; something both he and Kili, and Thorin if he is still alive and is with them, would definitely love to see.

Fili knows his Queen and lioness would have a fit and would give him some stern words for letting their son learn all the tricks of his trade.

“I miss you amrâlimê,” Fili whispers, letting a few tears drop from his eyes as he looks onto his family’s tapestry above the fireplace, “I wish you are still here with us.”

But deep down (Y/N) is the proudest mother in all of Middle Earth for having her cubs be the best dwarrows and dwarrowdam their are destined to be.

“I will take care and protect our cubs for as long as I live.” 

And the promise she made Fili swear did not, and will never, go in vain. 

“’Till then, wait for me in our Creator’s Halls, my lioness.”

[samayla]

Fic: Gemini Chapter 3

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Bilbo may be a Baggins of a Bag End, but his twin sister Bella inherited all their mother’s Tookish tendencies. If one Hobbit burglar is good, surely two will be better… right?

Rating: G

This is going to be a huge multi-part fic. I’ll be tagging it #HobbitGemini for anyone who wants to follow it, or shoot me a message if you’d like me to tag you specifically. I’ll post another chapter or two tonight, but then it’ll probably be a week before I update. I’ll settle on a schedule of some sort once I figure out how fast I can crank out chapters.

Chapter 1: Late for Dinner

Chapter 2: An Unexpected Party

Chapter 3: No One West of Bree

“I don’t like it, Ki,” Fili growled as his brother thunked two mugs onto the table and slid into the seat facing him.

Kili glanced around, one side of his mouth quirking upward skeptically. “What’s not to like, Fi? We could take this lot without even breaking a sweat.”

“That’s what I mean,” Fili answered darkly. He wrapped his hands around his ale but didn’t yet take a drink. Too many of the assembled halflings were looking their way. Too few looked friendly. “These are some mighty strong glares for folk who don’t seem to have a chance of backing ‘em up.” Sure, they had numbers, but that was about it, as far as he could tell. They were small and soft and round, dressed in the garish colors that adorned their gardens. They weren’t fighters. But he wasn’t sure what that made them instead.

He nodded toward a particularly venomous-looking halfling sitting in the corner. “Take that toadish character in green back behind you,” he said. “What does he think he can do? We’re missing something, Ki. We’ve got to be.” It was hard to explain, but Fili couldn’t help but feel uneasy. There just had to be something more to these strange little creatures than looks would suggest. Why else would Gandalf want Thorin to engage one of them in their quest? And what’s more, brave Thorin’s wrath in making the very suggestion? If a halfling could be expected to best a dragon when an army of dwarves could not…

Kili shrugged, unconcerned, and lifted his mug to drink. “I think you’re just - hey! Where’s my ale gone?”

That got his attention. “What?”

Kili tipped his mug toward Fili. It was half empty. “Did you drink it?” he demanded, punching Fili in the shoulder before he could even think to answer.

“What? No. Ki, I haven’t touched it.”

Kili didn’t look convinced. He snatched up Fili’s mug and peered inside. Fili took advantage of his brother’s momentary distraction to rub surreptitiously at his shoulder. He could feel it bruising already. “Yours is short too!” Kili exclaimed. “What’s the big idea?”

Both brothers about jumped out of their skin when three more mugs of ale and a plate of fruit tarts clattered onto the worn table between them, and Fili nearly skewered the cheerful lass who dropped into the seat beside him.

“Don’t take it personally - Old Wil always pours short for strangers,” she chirped, apparently unaware of her brush with death. Or of the intensified scowls now directed at their table. Fili half expected to burst into flames. “Bella Baggins, at your service.” The lass bobbed her head and then grinned expectantly.

“Fili,” he supplied slowly.

Kili was quicker to add his own name to the introduction, though his attention had already been snagged by the plate of tarts. When Fili saw his brother’s hand slide away from his knife and toward the sweets, he allowed himself to relax slightly. Kili’s stomach hadn’t led them astray yet. Well, not since that cask of dandelion wine when they were in their twenties, but that was completely beside the point.

Kili took an enormous bite of one tart, but Fili was relieved to note that he’d at least smelled it first. “’Ooks ‘ike ‘e pourth thort for ‘oo, too.” Kili sprayed them both with crumbs as he spoke. He downed the ale in one of his mugs in a single gulp, and then swept the back of his hand across his mouth. “Sorry. These are great!”

Bella laughed as she shook crumbs from her sandstone curls. “Forgiven.” She peered into her own mug and sighed. “Wil’s pouring may be lacking, but his wife’s cooking certainly isn’t. Alessia Bracegirdle’s blueberry tarts are local legend.” She glanced sideways at Fili as she took a more moderate drink from her own mug. “Your hands would be much better occupied with her tarts than your weapons,” she commented with a wry twist of her mouth. Perhaps she was not so unaware after all. “Terrifying though I know I seem, I really just thought the pair of you could use a friendly drink.”

Fili smiled back a little guiltily and relinquished his grip on the knife in his sleeve. He still had plenty of others in easy reach.

Just in case.

Kili grinned and flicked a bit of tart at him. “Don’t mind him, Bella. He’s just tense from being on the road. It’s sucked all the fun out of him.”

Fili flicked the morsel back at his brother. “Has not.” And even if it had, someone had to be the responsible one after Kili went and got them lost. ‘Shortcut,’ indeed.

Kili snatched up another tart from the plate. “Has so! You’re seeing threats everywhere. You’re worse than Mister Dwalin! Even unarmed, these halflings have you jumping at every shadow. And then you nearly kill the only friendly face in the whole place! Imagine - not even trusting a blueberry tart!” He took another huge bite to prove his point, and when he spoke again, he sprayed Fili and Bella with crumbs once more. “’M worried ‘bout choo, Fi. “S’not righ’.”

Bella glanced over her shoulder, then looked from one to the other of them with amber eyes as large as dinner plates. “Oh,” she breathed, leaning close over the worn wooden table. “But Fili is quite right to be on his guard, for your kind hasn’t any defense against our secret weapon.”

Kili swallowed with difficulty. “What’s that?” he croaked, leaning toward the halfling lass, his eyes growing wide to match hers.

“It’s a fearsome thing indeed. Makes even the biggest of big Men fall to pieces and go running back for the Wilds past Buckland.”

Though Fili suspected - or perhaps hoped for - a joke, he found himself listening just as attentively as his brother. He knew there had to be a reason Gandalf wanted a halfling along.

“It’s the Look.” And she leveled a truly impressive glare at Kili.

Fili burst out laughing, both at the halfling’s answer and the look of confused horror on his brother’s face.

Bella managed to hold her expression a second longer before she, too, broke down in laughter, Kili joining in almost immediately in obvious relief. She leaned back in her chair, taking her mug with her. “Oh, we’ll glare you do death, and no mistake,” she boasted, a raised eyebrow replacing her smile, and both dwarves ceased their laughter at once. Then she grinned again, an easy, crooked thing that made her eyes twinkle. “That’s about it though, I’m afraid, unless one can be killed by a short drink.”

“I hope you didn’t pay full price for these,” Fili commented, reaching for one of the mugs she’d brought them. It held even less ale than the first mug had.

Bella shrugged. “Seems cruel to deprive Wil of his petty revenge when there are real strangers about to bear the brunt of it. Usually, he has to content himself with shorting me, as I’m widely regarded as the strangest thing around these parts.”

She deftly snatched the last two tarts from the plate before Kili could grab one. She passed Fili one, but broke hers and passed half of it to Kili. Fili shot her a grateful look on his brother’s behalf, but Kili, for his part, was too busy inhaling the treat to thank her for it.

“But if you were hoping to get drunk tonight,” Bella continued, “you’d have had better luck at the Green Dragon in Bywater. It gets all the outside traffic. We’re a bit isolated here in the heart of the Shire.”

“So I’m learning,” Fili answered. “But we were told Hobbiton, and this place seemed as likely as any around here to hold a meeting about an adventure.”

The lass choked on the last bite of her tart.

Fili thumped her on the back in alarm, but as soon as her airway was clear of crumbs, she doubled over laughing. “You won’t find any adventures here, lads,” she panted as soon as she was able. “Even the mildest sort won’t come any closer than Bree, I’m afraid.”

“But Gandalf said Hobbiton,” Kili protested. “Very clearly!”

Bella frowned and took another drink, clearly thinking hard.

“What is it?” Fili asked. “Is something the matter?”

She shook her head. “Gandalf, you say? Old fellow dressed all in grey? Wears a pointed hat, as if he weren’t tall enough already?”

“That’s him!” Kili exclaimed, jostling the table in his excitement. “Have you seen him?”

“He’s hardly been seen around these parts since I was a child, but he was always fond of a good story, and turning dwarves loose on unsuspecting hobbits sounds like as good a start to a tale as any I’ve ever heard.”

Fili shared a grim look with his brother as Bella chuckled to herself and returned to her drink. “You think this is some sort of joke?” Fili inquired, careful to keep his face and tone from betraying his worry, while Kili looked downright offended at the very idea. If they weren’t careful, Kili was going to blunder right into revealing their whole quest in a room full of hostile halflings.

“Oh, yes,” Bella replied at once. “Though there are few enough around here who’ll see the humor in it. When news of you two gets out, there’ll be a scandal in the neighborhood! Old Wil may never recover!”

“Still,” Fili reasoned, trying to reassure himself and also keep Kili from causing a scene, “better a joke than a trap, I suppose.”

That notion backfired.

Kili jerked upright so quickly he nearly overturned the table. As it was, several of the halflings in the nearest seats shot them especially dirty looks at the clatter. “You don’t think it could be, do you?” Kili hissed. “A trap, I mean.”

“Of course not,” Bella soothed, beginning to pick up their overturned mugs. The short pouring was a good thing after all. All five had been empty, or near enough, when they’d fallen. The little bit of ale that seeped across the table was quickly mopped up with a rag Bella snagged off a passing server’s arm. The lass made eye contact with Kili when she spoke next, all laughter aside. “Gandalf may not have visited the Shire in ages, but I have had some dealings with him outside of it. He’s a good sort. A little meddlesome, but he means well, and that’s got to count for something, hasn’t it? And from what I understand, by the end of things, he’s usually righter than one would have expected at the beginning.”

Fili shot her another grateful smile for her efforts at calming his brother. And her words had gone a long way toward easing his own mind as well. Balin had seemed confident when he’d suggested the pair of them set out ahead at the edge of the Shire, but as the hours had passed and they’d grown more and more hopelessly lost in all the halflings’ tangled footpaths and hills, Fili had been unable to shake the growing suspicion that this whole thing was a test. One he was failing miserably. But this chance meeting made him feel as though he wasn’t botching absolutely everything. At the very least, they’d managed to secure an outside perspective on their wizard. He smiled to himself at the thought of Balin’s approving nod when he shared Bella’s vote of confidence at the meeting.

“Well,” Kili mused, interrupting Fili’s thoughts, “I hope you’re right about the wizard’s scheming.” He still didn’t look entirely convinced that the whole thing wasn’t some sort of elaborate trap. “I’d hate to have come so far out of our way to collect a burglar for nothing.”

“A burglar, you say?”

“Uncle didn’t think much of the idea at first, to be honest, but -”

Fili kicked Kili beneath the table before he could spill any more details. Their uncle would kill them. “Yes,” he interjected to distract Bella from Kili’s pained indignation. “But here we are. You haven’t heard anything about a burglar advertising around Hobbiton, have you?”

Bella laughed again at that. “Of course not! In my experience, that is not usually the sort of activity one advertises!”

“Oh, not petty burglars, or hobbyists, certainly,” Fili acknowledged, “but professional burglars quite frequently advertise their services so as to attract respectable clients. There’s nothing saying one cannot steal back something that is already one’s rightful property.”

Kili brightened suddenly, obviously picking up on Fili’s intent. “We’re on our way to visit kin in the Iron Hills,” he recited dutifully, only making the line sound slightly rehearsed, “but we’ve had some things stolen from our company.” He looked to Fili for approval of his addition to Balin’s sketchy cover story.

“Hardly the most auspicious start to a journey, as I’m sure you can imagine,” Fili added with a shrug, hoping to distract Bella from his brother’s blundering again.

Bella nodded sagely, but Fili could see the twinkle of laughter in her eyes once more. He let it go. Better she think them joking than lying. And it wasn’t a lie, not really. An entire mountain kingdom was probably just likely to be rather larger than whatever she was picturing they’d lost.

“Of course,” Bella said. “If Gandalf’s involved, I suppose it can’t be nearly as disreputable an affair as it sounds. But I’m afraid you still won’t find any burglars, professional or otherwise, advertising their craft here in Hobbiton. Hobbits, as a rule, frown upon burglary at any level of dedication.”

“But can you think of no one at all?” Kili asked forlornly. He fixed the lass with the same look he’d give their mother to coax her into allowing him a second helping of dessert.

Bella shook her head, and for a moment, Fili thought they might have at last met someone immune to Kili’s puppy dog eyes. But then she sighed. “I really can’t think of anyone who would fit your needs.” Fili waited. It was coming. He knew it, and Kili did too. Neither of them spoke, and sure enough, she continued after another sigh. “But perhaps we can have a spot of dinner, and you can tell me more about your adventure, and what it is, exactly, that Gandalf told you. Maybe then I’ll be able to think of who he could possibly have meant.”

As she surged to her feet and headed for the bar, Kili flashed a triumphant grin across the table. Fili nodded in acknowledgment of his mastery, but couldn’t help a few words of caution as well. “We still have to be careful what we say, Ki. Uncle won’t like us giving everything away to a stranger.”

“But it’s to get help,” Kili reasoned. “After all, if we can’t find this supposed burglar, what’s to say any of the others can either? We could be heroes, Fi, and find him before anyone else!”

“Gandalf will know him, if he can recommend him,” Fili reminded him. “And the others, at least, might remember the fellow’s name.”

Kili pouted at his tone. “How is it my fault that you didn’t listen on your turn?”

“I was trying,” Fili shot back, “but someone was pulling faces behind Gandalf’s back the entire time, ruining my concentration.” It really was unfair. He hadn’t known of Balin’s plan to send them ahead. If he had, he would have made Kili listen to Gandalf’s instructions as well, and then they would both know the burglar’s name, and they wouldn’t be in this predicament at all. They could have stopped and asked for proper directions to the fellow’s house, instead of trying to make sense of the garbled nonsense Kili had rattled off about “pretunies.”

Kili opened his mouth to argue, but was interrupted by Bella returning to her seat with a huff. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Kitchen’s closed,” Bella snapped, just as a serving girl whisked past their table with plates piled high with roast pork and potatoes. She pressed her lips into a thin line.

Kili was aghast, and Fili suspected his own face wasn’t much more composed. “But-”

Bella cut Kili off. “Well, it’s closed to us, anyway. Wil wants us out. ‘Putting his patrons off their drinking,’ he says, with all our talk of adventuring and burgling. Ill-tempered old goat.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then forced a bright smile. “There’s nothing for it,” she declared. “You’ll have to come home with me. Bilbo will have cooked something up, I’m sure, late as I am, and if not, then there’s plenty of cold food in the pantry for all of us.”

“Bilbo?” Fili asked. Of course a lass with a smile like that would have someone waiting at home.

“Oh, yes. He’ll probably be much more help than I could be. He’s much more sociable, you see, and has a good ear for gossip. Perhaps he’s heard something about this burglar of yours. And if not, than at the very least, he’s got a library full of maps and things, and we can get you two pointed in the right direction. I’m sure there must be any number of places that sound like ‘Hobbiton��� if one is distracted from listening.”

“Of course we’ll come!” Kili exclaimed at once, not bothering to consult his older brother.

For his part, Bella’s sly smile was enough to make Fili forgive her for overhearing their argument - it seemed these halflings had exceptional hearing, information which he filed away for later - but at the same time, he couldn’t forget the weight of responsibility on his shoulders in Thorin’s absence. “I don’t know,” he murmured reluctantly. “That’s a generous offer, but we’re to meet the rest of our party tonight, if we can find them. We probably shouldn’t go wandering about the countryside at random. Uncle always says it’s important to stay where you are when you’re lost, and let the others find you.”

“Uncle has a good deal of experience at being lost,” Kili piped up helpfully.

“No more than most,” Fili shot back in his uncle’s defense. “And it’s sound advice, anyway. The others have a much better chance of finding us if we just stay put.”

“We could always leave a message with Wil, in case any of your friends come looking for you here,” Bella suggested.

Fili was skeptical, to say the least. Could the peevish barkeeper really be trusted to pass along a message faithfully?

Bella must have read the look on his face. “It’ll be fine,” she assured him. “Old Wil may be petty and vengeful when it comes to strangers, but he won’t hesitate to send those strangers in another hobbit’s direction if given half a chance. Odds are, you’d have been sent up my way sooner or later, if I hadn’t met you here first. Come on. Good food and a good night’s sleep - not to mention better company than this lot -” she gestured at the still-glaring halflings scattered around the room “- will set you up right proper for whatever the morning will bring.” She leaned forward conspiratorially. “And there’s a strawberry-rhubarb pie in it for you if you’ll at least walk me home. You’re my excuse, you see. I’m abominably late for supper, but if I go home and start spinning tales of drinking with dwarves, Bilbo will never believe me. The only way I’m getting off the hook tonight is if I bring you lot around as -”

The lass’s face went suddenly blank.

Well, not blank, exactly. Fili was sure it was supposed to be something resembling politely cheery, but it was off somehow. Like a pane of spun sugar. Sickly sweet, but fragile, with no substance underneath. He was just about to ask what was wrong when a shadow fell across their table.

“Cousin Belladonna!” The voice was just as rotund at the rest of the green-clad hobbit, and Fili inwardly cringed at his false cheer, as if the fellow hadn’t just spent the last half hour glaring daggers at their table. It explained Bella’s face, at least.

“Cousin Otho,” she replied, her tone just as false as his. Fili noticed her knuckles were white around the handle of her empty mug. “I didn’t see you there. Would you care to join me and my friends for a drink?”

Fili saw Kili open his mouth to protest and kicked him under the table again. Better to let the lass handle her relations herself. For now, at least.

“Goodness, no!” Otho forced a chuckle that was as false as everything else about him. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his gaudy green waistcoat. “I was just about to head home to the missus. Getting late, you know, and supper’s waiting. But I’d be happy to walk you home, Belladonna. The Hill isn’t too far out of my way, after all, and you wouldn’t want to keep Bilbo waiting up too long.”

Bella made a big show of looking past Otho and out the darkened window. “Oh, Sweet Lady! You’re right,” she gasped, and Fili had to admire how realistic she made her astonishment seem. “He expected us home ages ago!”

Noting Bella’s ‘us’ at the same time Otho did, but taking it as an invitation, Fili spoke up, doing his best to match her performance. He peered out the window and then hung his head, reaching for his pack. “Sorry about that, Bell. But you know Kili and his ‘shortcuts.’” He elbowed Kili, who elbowed him back with a scowl.

Bella laughed. “Well, I know you do. You don’t have to take them, you know.” She smiled warmly at the indignant Kili, her facade temporarily abandoned. “Even if he does give you his Look.”

All three of them burst out laughing at that, leaving poor Otho to sputter and try to come up with a way to retake control of a situation that was obviously not going at all as he’d planned.

Bella was the first to come back to herself. “Oh, dear,” she breathed. “I’m afraid this isn’t making us any less late, is it? We’d best be going, lads.” She rose and turned back to Otho with an - almost - apologetic smile. “Sorry to run, cousin, but you know how Bilbo is about his cooking. If his supper is ruined, I’ll never hear the end of it. Give my best to Lobelia, won’t you?” She didn’t wait for an answer from her cousin before issuing orders to the dwarves. “You lads can go gather your things, and I’ll settle matters with Wil and meet you out front.”

“Cousin Otho,” Fili intoned gravely as he stood. He bowed with an exaggerated flourish.

“Pleasure,” Kili added, mimicking Fili’s bow. It was all Fili could do not to laugh at the look of shocked dismay on the poor halfling’s face. His face had become nearly as green as his shirt. They collected their packs from the heap beneath the table, and Fili adopted his best princely strut. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kili doing the same, and they left the poor fellow standing, completely befuddled, beside their table.

They both burst into laughter as soon as they stepped out into the lane and the door swung shut behind them.

“Bella is a natural,” Kili declared. “I thought he’d faint when she said we were expected!”

“Poor fellow didn’t know what hit him,” Fili agreed, adjusting his pack to sit more evenly across his shoulders. “Do you really think that sour old barman will send the others our way?”

Kili shrugged. “I don’t know, but Bella should know how to handle her own people, right?”

“She should. And waiting at her house for the others can’t put us in much worse of a position than waiting here would, I suppose.”

Kili’s eyes got dreamy. “Especially if there’s pie…”

“You always think with your stomach, Ki,” Fili chided, chuckling.

“Well, it got us excellent blueberry tarts and a good joke, didn’t it? And pie! These halflings know how to get things done! Imagine if Bella’s pie is even half as good as those tarts… Maybe that’s why Gandalf wants a halfling along - someone has to sweeten Uncle Thorin up, or he’s liable to kill everyone before we even lay eyes on the mountain.”

“If that’s his plan, he’ll have to hire two - one to cook Uncle’s pies, and one to cook Dwalin’s. Otherwise Uncle will never get so much as a bite!”

It felt good just to laugh for a bit. Maybe Kili was right, Fili reflected, and he had been too serious since they went on ahead of the company. What had being serious gotten him? Lost in the dark. Everything seemed to be turning out alright after all, so why worry?

“I just hope we wind up with someone like Bella,” Kili confided. “A pie from that Otho character would probably just make everyone sick.”

Fili’s smile faded in spite of his resolve to stop worrying. “You don’t think she’s having any trouble in there, do you?”

By unspoken agreement, they both dropped their packs behind the bushes at the side of the road and started for the door. Fili took the lead, and Kili fell in half a step behind him, watching his back as always.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Bella came storming out, dragging a very startled-looking Otho along behind her. “…one whit what sort of company you think that makes me, Otho Sackville-Baggins!” She spun to face the stout halfling, and Fili realized that instead of her holding him, it was he who held her wrist in a bruising grip. The stupid sod had apparently been too shocked to let go when Bella started moving.

“You having any trouble, Bell?” Kili growled, his eyes on her arm too.

“None at all,” Bella replied, trying to twist out of his grip. “Oh, Otho!” she exclaims, stomping her foot. “Let go of me this instant!”

That seemed to bring the fellow back to his senses somewhat. But instead of releasing the lass, he dragged her around in front of himself, like a shield. “Now, see here,” he stammered, his eyes darting wildly between the two armed dwarves. Neither had drawn a weapon yet, but both Fili and Kili had taken up defensive stances, and neither of them looked kindly on the halfling’s treatment of their new friend. “I’ll call the Sherriff on you!”

“For what?” Fili asked, taking a step forward and resting his hand on the hilt of one of his swords.

“Yeah,” Kili agreed. “Far as I can see, the only one causing trouble here is you.” Kili stepped forward as well, and Otho backed away, dragging Bella with him.

“See, Belladonna? I told you these strange folk shouldn’t be trusted. Troublemakers, the lot! Who knows what sort of trouble you’d have gotten yourself into if I hadn’t been here!”

Fili saw Bella’s jaw clench. “I’d release the lass right now, if I was you,” Fili stated slowly and calmly. He moved his hand away from his sword.

If the halfling had had a lick of sense, he’d have backed down by now, but Fili hadn’t forgotten the powerful glares this stammering idiot had directed their way back in the tavern. Nor had he forgotten the wizard’s stubborn insistence that they hire a halfling to handle a dragon. Despite the amused smirk growing on his brother’s face, Fili wasn’t ready to count this fellow out just yet. Not until Bella was safely out of his grasp.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Otho declared, trying to wave a very disgruntled Bella in front of him by way of proof. “Belladonna is my cousin, and I say what she -”

Bella elbowed him in the face with her free arm, spinning to follow through and drop with him to the ground. “Don’t call me Belladonna,” she snarled, tearing her arm out of his grasp. She ducked back into the building as Otho’s startled silence gave way to pained howls. Judging from the blood pouring through his fingers, she’d broken his nose.

“Come on, lads,” Bella said briskly as she came back out, a pack slung over her shoulder and a walking stick in her hand. “I do believe I owe you a pie.”

[joyfullynervouscreator]

Crushes

This is connected to my other imagine drabble ‘Cuddles’ in which the reader/oc has an undisclosed crush... this is the story of ‘what if that crush was Dwalin’.

based on “Imagine falling in love with Dwalin on the quest and, after rebuilding Erebor, the she-dwarves start fawning over Dwalin; when you are hurt, Balin confronts his brother and convinces him to tell you how he feels“

word count 1882

Of course, you’d fallen for him, how could you not? He was everything a dwarf should be; brawny, bulky, able to smash skulls with his fists… and he had a kind heart to go along with it, a softness in his eyes when he looked at the lads – even Ori, who was no kin of his had come under that blue-eyed aegis of protection during the Quest. Dwalin knew you well enough to know you could take care of yourself, and yet he still looked out for you and your brothers. Nori might have died in Goblin Town if not for Dwalin’s strength, you knew, the thought still making you shudder. How could you not love such a dwarf? Even back in Ered Luin you’d nursed a small tenderness for the gruff lump of granite, carefully hidden away in your heart. He had never looked at you twice, which was fine, you told yourself, stomping away from the sparring rings.

It was not fine.

With the Mountain slowly filling up with returning dwarrow, you did not have as much time to spend with any member of the Company – not even your brothers, who were busy in their own roles anyway – but you made it a point to show up for your weekly spar with Dwalin, even if you didn’t really have time to fit it into your schedule. Of course, you saw him at dinner sometimes – most eating was still done communally, and the Company ate together at least twice a month as a general rule. Usually, he seemed as eager as you when you showed up in the rings – though no formal agreement had been made between you, you still felt as though this was your time. Today, he was simply not present. You had gone a round with Fíli – still recovering so you didn’t use your full strength – but it was half-hearted at best.

You’d heard him before you saw him.

“Aye, and when the Great Goblin King fell, he took the supportin beams with’im and landed right on top o’ us!” Dwalin exclaimed, to a great chorus of female sighing. You stiffened.

“And then what did you do?” someone gushed. You wanted to throttle her, especially as you caught sight of the pleased look on Dwalin’s face as he looked at his little fan.

“Well, then things got a bit tricky. You see, we had people trapped underneath piles of wood, and a whole mountain’s worth of Goblins coming for us – s’pose they didn’t much like that we killed their king,” Dwalin added thoughtfully. “Well, I looked at Thorin, and Thorin looked at me, and then we started trying to pull at the beams. ‘Leave no Dwarf behind!’ I thought, as I pulled Lord Nori from the debris,” they ooh’ed and ahh’ed at that. You scowled. “Mori!” Dwalin exclaimed, catching sight of you. “This, ladies,” he gestured grandly, “is Lord Nori’s sister, Lady Mori.” It was such a little thing, to be introduced as your brother’s sister, as though you hadn’t earned your place in the Company ten times over; including saving Dwalin’s ungrateful hide a time or two!

“Hello, Dwalin, ladies,” you nodded coldly to all of them. Dwalin frowned a little at your icy expression. You felt an almost overpowering need to be elsewhere, immediately.

“Here for a good spar?” he asked, his eyes bright and hopeful.

“No.” Your voice remained cool, detached. “I haven’t any more time to spend fooling around here,” you claimed, decisively. Fooling around with weapons or fooling yourself that you mattered to the blind oaf, you weren’t sure. Being a fool, perhaps, you thought viciously, fully aware that Nori – at least – was aware of your crush. “Dwalin,” you nodded, ignoring the crestfallen look on his face, “ladies.” With another nod, you swept past them, resting your axe on your shoulder. It wasn’t your favourite weapon, preferring the sword or the glaives, but last week you’d promised him a fight with axes.

 “Mori isn’t sitting with us tonight?” Balin asked quietly, taking his place beside Dwalin. Tonight was the bi-monthly Company dinner and Mori was flanked by all three of her brothers as far away from Dwalin as the table allowed. Usually, the ri’s would sit by the Fundinuls, and Balin wasn’t the only one puzzled by the change in seating arrangements. He had tried to catch Dori’s eye, but the mithril-haired tailor had ignored him completely. The dismissal stung, the old diplomat having formed a deep friendship with the oldest ri-brother during the Quest. He had even tried subtly enquiring about the possibility of a closer connection – he wasn’t blind to the way Dwalin sighed after Mori, of course – though nothing had come of it yet. Dori was fiercely protective of his siblings, after all, having been more of a mother to them than their own who’d died when Ori was very young. Mori and Nori – born only three years apart and the only two who knew for sure that they had the same adad – had run wild in Ered Luin, their adad a known thief and grifter. Nori, of course, had become a thief, while Mori had become a sellsword, off with trading caravans before she was truly old enough, the both of them desperate to help Dori raise little Ori as best they could.

“No,” Dwalin sighed sadly. “She’s mad at me because I was late for our sparring session.” Balin just hummed thoughtfully.

  “It’s fine, Nori,” you hissed, keeping your voice low enough that Dori wouldn’t catch it. He was busy pushing greens on Ori, however, an unbreakable habit it seemed, and didn’t pay the two of you any attention. Nori was always looking out for you, the two of you affectionately known as the Twins. Brushing your red hair – a few shades redder than Nori’s auburn – away from your face, you tried to focus on the sumptuous meal.

“It’s not fine if you’re unhappy, Mo.” Nori whispered back. He was the only one allowed to call you Mo, shortening your already shortened name.

“I knew it’d never happen, No,” you replied, “I always knew. Just… just leave it alone,” you sighed. Nori frowned at you, but he changed the topic easily. Sometimes, you really loved Nori.

  “Where’s Mori?” Dwalin asked, sitting himself down by Nori with a puzzled frown. “She wasn’t in the rings today,” he complained, when Nori didn’t answer.

“Why do you care, Dwalin?” the spymaster asked, his voice deceptively pleasant as he played with one of his many hidden knives, making it dance between nimble fingers.

“She’s the only one willing to put me on my arse,” Dwalin admitted sheepishly. “I look forward to sparring with her every week! She’s so busy, but she makes time for me anyway.. it – she – makes me… happy,” he finished, staring into his mug with a desolate expression. He did not want Nori to know that part of his enjoyment came from feeling her body so close to his, the exhilaration he felt when he caught a whiff of her hair oil on his skin or his clothes after a round of unarmed combat.  

“You sound a little smitten,” Nori remarked drily, a smirk flashing in Dwalin’s direction. The warrior gaped. He’d been so careful! No one except Balin knew what he felt for the fiery temptress, he was sure of it, always careful not to watch her when others could see. It had been a nightmare on the Quest, honestly, her presence constant, her wry smiles inescapable. He could still see Bilbo’s hand wrapped around her breast that night, could remember wishing – and dreaming, later – that it had been his hand; that she had welcomed his touch.

“No!” he protested, acutely aware that he was sitting next to the one Dwarf in Erebor who would have no problem slipping a knife between his ribs if he thought Dwalin had set his eyes on his sister. “yes,” he murmured, a second later, momentarily feeling a need to get it all out there. “She’s so beautiful,” he whispered dreamily, while Nori looked a little green beside him. Dwalin didn’t notice, “and strong, and brave, and – Oh Mahal – when she smiles at me…” he trailed off, suddenly mortified. “Don’t worry, Nori, nothing will come of my infatuation, I know,” he sighed, getting to his feet. “Mori deserves better than a scarred old warrior.” Tossing back the last dregs of his ale, Dwalin morosely lumbered off to the large house he shared with Balin; the same house their adad had owned before their Exile.

  “Dwalin is in love with my sister.”

It wasn’t a question, but Balin nodded anyway, slightly surprised that the thief-turned-spymaster hadn’t said anything before now.

“Has been for… oh, must be 20-odd years since I first heard his tales about the fiery beauty who knocked him down flat in two minutes,” Balin mused. Nori chuckled. “I have tried, over the years, to get him to confess his heart,” Balin sighed. “I thought he would… before the Battle…” he trailed off, remembering the tense hours they had sat in the darkness of Erebor’s front hall and listened to the sounds of Dáin’s warriors battling the Orcs with the aid of the Elves.

“He only told her to be careful,” Nori replied, before he disappeared as silently as he had arrived. Balin shook his head in fond exasperation.

  “Where is Mori?” Thorin Oakenshield asked, at the next Company dinner. The ris were missing a member, he saw.

“Iron Hills, possibly,” Nori replied blandly. “Though she could be halfway to Ered Luin by now.”

“WHAT!” Dwalin roared, standing with such force that he knocked his chair over. “You let her go off on her own?! Anything could happen to her!” he seethed. Nori grinned unrepentantly. “She could be hurt! How can you just sit there, laughing!” Dwalin pointed an accusatory finger at Nori, while Ori’s mouth opened as if to speak. The thief’s lightning-quick hand shot out, blocking whatever words the scribe was about to utter. Dwalin continued ranting in that vein for some time until…

“Why, Dwalin, I didn’t know you cared,” you remarked, catching the tail end of an impressive rant aimed in Nori’s direction and concerning your well-being. You wondered what that was about, even as you felt giddy with the confirmation that Dwalin did care about you. The warrior whirled, staring at you as though he couldn’t believe his eyes. You smiled tentatively. “Sorry, I’m late, everyone,” you waved at the room in general, but no one dared break the silence after Dwalin’s outburst.

“Mori…” he groaned, and your name had never sounded so good before.

“Yes, Dwalin?” you asked, looking up at him with puzzled eyes. The hug was unexpected, but not as unexpected as the small words whispered in your ear.

“Please don’t leave me.” When he pulled back, you were surprised by the swirl of emotion in his eyes, the gentleness with which he cupped your face. You felt frozen to the spot, unconsciously licking your lips.

“Oh, Mahal wept!” Thorin groused. “Kiss her already, you old fool, before dinner gets cold. I’m tired of all the pussyfooting around!” The Company laughed, but you didn’t notice over the sound of your heart racing in response to the softness of Dwalin’s lips meeting your own.

[hopelessly-hailey]

Fingon stood in the middle of his newly completed shop smiling he can’t believe all of this is actually real and his life now. He and his two partners Glorfindel Losgloriol and Finrod Felagund. They were both so very helpful in the proses of setting up the shop and he is glad that he decided to do this with them. Fingon walks to the front window and looks out on to Eru Street. He could see Mirkwood wine down the street next to the Dale fish market. There was a rumor going around that the owner of Mirkwood wines and the new owner of the Fish market were having a secret relationship. Well not really secret as their individual children didn’t really keep their mouths shut on the issue. Fingon chuckled and looked more down the street to see the Baggend Books and Erebor jewelry, now their owners were definitely dating and everyone knew it. Fingon smiles again and looks right across the street to the shop that would be what he opened the story to every day.  The Sons of Silmarils, they were the best tattoo shop in the entire town maybe wider. It was owned by 5 sons and their father but there were 7 of them but the last two were too young but it was expected that they would follow in their father’s footsteps and join the family. Each one of the brothers had their own style that they were the best in. Curufin was the one that you went to if you wanted innovational pieces. Caranthir is known for his dark subjects and lack of bright colors. Celegorm is known for his realistic animal pieces they are said to be so realistic you would think you could pet them. Maglor was the best at technical pieces and the finer details. Maedhros, Fingon’s heart flutters remembering his face on the magazine that he hid in the back room of the shop, was known for not specializing in anything he did what was asked of him. Feanor, their father, was the best in the country for his jewel tones and knowing how to make tattoo’s sparkle. He was honored to think that he was across from them he knew their paths would never cross as professionals but maybe he would get a tattoo from them at some point. Fingon laughed at the thought knowing he could never do that and his father might explode it is bad enough he didn’t follow his father into investment banking like his younger brother Turgon would a tattoo on top of that he might kill his father then and there. Fingon sighed and flipped the sign to open and proceeded to do his normal tasks before his partners joined him for the day and they hopefully would have some applicants to work with them in the shop. He hummed as he worked and talked to the flowers he knew he looked crazy but it is shown to help them grow. He was talking to the Dalia’s when he heard the quite tinkling of the bell meaning someone had come in he popped up to see who it was and hoped that it wasn’t his partners or family.

Thorin walked into the shop and looked around. He didn’t go in flower shops ever but today he was making an exception as Bilbo had been dropping hints all week about the flower shop that just opened so he was doing this to appease the lovely man. The problem was he knew absolutely nothing about flowers but hey that’s what the owner is here for right? Where is the owner he thought as he looked around the shop. Fingon walked over to him so excited he couldn’t see straight and almost knocked the baby’s breath over.

“Welcome! What can I help you with today?” Fingon says in an overexcited tone and recognizes Thorin from when his brother bought the necklace for his fiancée and for their mother a few years back

“Hello? I am looking for flowers for my partner.” Thorin say and thinks “Why the hell else would I be here?”

“Alright! What does he like? I have everything here that you could imagine well except for the geraniums but they won’t be in season for a few more weeks. But I have most everything else you could be looking for” Fingon can’t seem to stop his mouth as he chatters on and on about the flowers.

Thorin looks at him and is overwhelmed “Ummm. He likes flowers and oak leaves?” Thorin says and looks at him hoping that might help in some way.

Fingon thinks for a moment “Does he have allergies because I have a few flowers that don’t give off pollen but they still have the smell or I can just go with sweet smelling things or I can make you something with meaning like care or love?” Fingon has called down and now he walks around and picks up a few flowers that he knows would fit with an oak leaf as a focal point in the center he even has a few fake acorns since he knows those are the embalm on the store.

Thorin watches him and says “No he has no allergies but if you can put something together with meaning that will be nice for him.” Thorin just watches and wonders what this will look like.

Fingon looks at him “Twine and paper or vase?”

“Um. Vase and can you cut them and put the water in” Thorin asks knowing that is all he ever sees Bilbo doing to them.

Fingon chuckles and nods “Of course.” Fingon keeps walking around and picking flowers that mean caring and love and throws in a few green roses just for a nice touch before going back and tallying everything up and arranging them in the best way. “Do you want to take it or have it delivered?” Fingon asks and knows that he would have to be the one that does that but still they should offer it.

“I will just take it I want to see the look on his face. He doesn’t think I can take hints so this will show him that I do listen to his yammering on” Thorin says with a chuckle.

Fingon smiles at him and finishes the arrangement putting the acorns as a focal point to the bow he ties around the vase. “Done!” Fingon smiles and slides it over to the register ringing him up as Thorin walks up and gets his wallet out and pays for it looking confused at the total as this is a large arrangement. “I gave you the first customer discount” Fingon explains at the confusion. Thorin looks at him surprised “Oh. Thank you?” Thorin takes the arrangement with a groan at first and walks to the door as Fingon rushes to open it for him quickly. Thorin nods to him and is on his way to the bookstore hoping Bilbo will like it.

Fingon stands in the shop for a moment before starting his happy dance that was his first sale!!! He smiles to himself and thinks that he should have some premade arrangements. Fingon finds himself looking up periodically as he makes flowers at the tattoo shop across the street. It’s not open yet as it is 9 am and that is a bit early for a tattoo artist to be awake. He wants to see if he can get a glimpse of any of the artists. But deep down he knows that the only one he really wants to get a look at is Maedhros…He was just so handsome and Fingon hadn’t had a crush this hard since freshman year of college and that had gone so very badly but he had met Glori out of the entire ordeal. Where was he anyway? Fingon looks at the clock and realizes he just spent 30 minutes staring at the shop across the way. He shook his head and made more arrangements and thinks about maybe taking on across the street but that feels so silly as who would want to see flowers when they walk into a tattoo parlor? He shook his head and waited for Glori he was running late but he had expected that so no need for him to worry just yet. He just hummed along till he heard the bell and the huffing of his friend. Fingon looks up to see Glorfindel looking like he was pulled backward through a hole.

“Woah! You look like hell” Fingon says with a chuckle at his friend.

Glorfindel looks at him and he did have twigs in his waist length blonde hair “Well I have been through hell and I tripped on my way out of the house this morning.” He puts three cups on the counter and the breakfast sandwiches he had brought anticipating that Fingon would have forgotten to eat and he was right in this assumption. “I also stopped and got sandwiches and tea for the three of us.” He looks around “Where is my blonde twin?” He asked pulling on his golden apron and picking the twigs out of his hair.

Fingon was focused on the smell of ham that he missed the question at first but after a moment he finally heard him. “No clue probably with his other-other best friend. He always likes to see Turgon in the morning and I’m sure he didn’t sleep last night” He unwraps the sandwich and starts to eat knowing that one was his as it had pepper jack on it as everyone knew he liked.

Glorfindel looked at him and chuckles pulling the hair up in a massive bun on the back if his neck “Well he needs to get his butt here. This is all of our baby and he needs to help take care of it. Have we had any people yet today?” He asks checking on the Marigolds and drinking his tea.

“Yes, we did! The jeweler down the street came in and was I have, to say the least, helpful in what he wanted in an arraignment for the book dealer. Whose name is Bilbo by the way so you call him the right name.” Fingon is smiling and rolls his eyes and Glori.

Glorfindel look up and smiles “We are on our way to greatness!”

Fingon laughs “It was one sale we are hardly on the way to greatness.” He finishes the sandwich and they keep chatting about the shop till he sees movement across the street at about 11 am. He looks up to see red hair walking into the shop following a much shorter man with dark hair tied back like Glori always does and he knows that can only be one person with red hair going into a tattoo shop this early and he smiles for no reason really as it was the back of his head but now he knows that they are at least in their shop now he needs a reason to go over there that isn’t creepy and weird. Glorfindel watches him and laughs “Really?? Are you still crushing on him!? You don’t know him!”

Fingon looks at him “Shut up and you have no stones to throw you were the one that was looking at fountain guy’s butt last week and we all saw you do it!”

“I was not! He was just across the street and I happened to look which happens when you are hanging the sign!” Glorfindel retorts “And go talk to him! He is our neighbor? Street mate? I don’t know what he is but he is right there!” Points across the street “Now don’t make me push you. And take some flowers advertise the shop while you flirt”

Fingon blushes but knows that Glori won’t shut up if he doesn’t go “Fine! But I’m not taking flowers they will be out of place in the shop”

“Yes you are and I swear to Yavanna you are even if I have to follow you myself!” Glorfindel says passionately.

“This is why fountain guy ignored you. You are pushy.” Fingon takes the flowers her has made thinking of them, mostly Maedhros, and walks over feeling his inside rolling around unhappily but he makes it to the door and opens it tentatively to hear a cruel voice shouting at him “If you can’t read the sign you can’t get a tattoo we open in an hour!”

Fingon responds “Oh! No, I just have flowers!”

“We don’t want any pansy ass flowers in this shop!” The cruel voice says.

“Wait!! No, I will take them they can stay in my station!” A nicer voice answers.

“Mag’s you can barely keep yourself alive how on this green earth will you keep flowers alive??” Another voice answers.

“Someone just get the damn things before he faints!” yet another voice answers before he sees a man with dark hair walk to the front with his full sleeves on display and Fingon can see that one is full of music and the other has portraits of his brothers all in very different styles and it hits Fingon maybe all of his brothers did their own pictures and he can see a woman that looks like she is sculpted in marble on the top of his hand she is beautiful and looks like she could be right out of art history books but he finds himself a bit disappointed because it wasn’t who he had wanted to see.

“Hello! I’m Maglor!” He says standing at the front desk and smiling “Those are beautiful! Are you the new florist across the street? My brother won’t shut up about your shop.”

“Shut your mouth Mags!!” Comes a voice from the front station

Fingon chuckles “Yes I am one of the owners. I am Fingon. Nice to meet you and this arrangement is all done by me and I wasn’t sure what you would want so I just made a mixture so you could see what we did.” He rambles again.

“Make him shut up!” Feanor walks out and looks at the two of them. He is covered in tattoos but you can see that the one he is proudest of is right in the middle of his chest as it is the only one that he is constantly showing and it looks like it is glowing. He gives off a scary aura. “I told you. We don’t need any pansy flowers in this shop. We defiantly don’t need a pansy carrying them.”

Fingon looks at him he is used to the comments on his sexuality and the fact that the shop is owned by two gay men and a bisexual man won’t help his case right now so he is frozen not saying anything.

“Get off it dad. You don’t know anything about him.” Maedhros said standing up from his station and looking over to them. Fingon thought his heart might stop his was even more beautiful up close and defending him was just the cherry on his happiness cupcake. Maedhros walked over to them and Fingon got the chance to see all of him. He was taller than he had anticipated. Fingon looked at the sparse tattoos that he had showing and thought that all the ones he had were so beautifully crafted for his body. The one on his forearm was the one that he got entranced in. It was a stained glass window with what looked like Prometheus in it. He looked at it and how tragically beautiful it was he got so caught in it he didn’t notice Maedhros was talking to him. Fin looked up at him “Hm?”

Maedhros chuckled “I asked your name and how much for the flowers”

“Oh! Fingon and they are free. It was my reverse shop warming gift.” Fingon smiles at him finally getting to look into his clear eyes.

Maedhros smiles back at him and chuckles “Well thank you. I’m sure the clients will enjoy the flowers as much as we will… Some of us at least.”

“As long as they are enjoyed I am happy and if you need any references the shop is open to any of you.” Fingon looks at the three of them to see Maglor’s smiling face, Feanor’s grumpy one and Maedhros’s smiling one still looking at Fingon.

“We will take you up on that Fingon you can be sure of that.” Maglor says before he turns back to his station and takes a few of the flowers to put in his station giving Maedhros the vase.

Feanor looks him up and down “Tell us if we can ever put some ink in your pale flesh it would look good with a dark piece on it and would make you look less like a fag.” He walks away after paying that very odd compliment or at least that is how Fingon is going to take it.

Maedhros rolls his eyes “Thank you for this Fingon.” He pats Fingon’s shoulder and smiles

Fingon smiles back “No need. Have a good day” He turns to leave as the blush swells up on his face not seeing Maedhros smelling the flowers and smiling to himself going back to his station with the flowers and making the perfect place for them on his shelf. Fingon walks back to his shop and the jokes Glori and Finrod will make about his blush because he was happy and might just have to make an appointment with Maedhros.

[superpuppies]

Hobbit High

Chapter 7: Returning to the scene of the crime

Fandom- The Hobbit

Characters- Ori X Dwalin, Bilbo X Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dori, Nori, Gandalf, Thlandral, Legolas

Rating- PG13

Word count- 5,089

Archive Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/10027448/chapters/57583708#workskin

Summary- Ori and Bilbo return to school unsure exactly how they are going to handle their new situation or their old bullies. Not to worry the older boys have something in mind that is of course until an old friend of Thorin shows up.

Hey all, here’s the newest from my mind, please keep in mind that I do have dyslexia and I really do try to fix all spelling mistakes but some will always slip through. If you spot some please let me know and I will do my best to correct it. Thank you.

Dwalin woke despite himself at four thirty to a quiet and dark house. He was still tired but just so accustomed to getting up with his father that he failed to fall back asleep. So, he contented himself with lying next to Ori who had turned toward him in the night and the red head looked unreasonably cute with his hair all tufted up from sleep, his mouth dropped open just a bit that allowed a small trail of drool to slid down his chin on the right side. Dwalin held a finger above Ori’s nose for a moment before gently poking it; Ori twitched the tickle away unconsciously. Dwalin smirked and slid his finger over the planes of Ori’s face, mapping it into his memory. He thoroughly enjoyed the wiry feel of Ori’s fledgling beard in contrast with the soft welcoming lips. Dwalin watched then traced the patterns of light across Ori’s face and neck as the sun began to rise.

 Dwalin heard Nori rise at five thirty followed shortly by a grumbling Thorin. Within fifteen minutes the grumbling had turned into a down right argument and Dwalin couldn’t decide if he was more irritated by it or impressed that it didn’t seem to have any effect on Ori at all. Dwalin propped up on his elbows deciding that irritation was winning but before he could open his mouth Ori’s bedroom door flew open thudding loudly against the wall.  “ORI!” Nori boomed from the doorway, Dwalin glared at him. “GET UP! Morning Dwalin.”

“Are you always this annoying in the morning?”

“Pretty much.” Nori shrugged. “NOW ORI! LET’S GO!”

“Nori” Thorin growled from behind him. “Don’t you have anything clean that fits me?”

“If you were going to be this picky about it why didn’t you just have your mom bring you clothes when you called her last night.”

“It’s not picky to want clean clothes.”

“Oh my God! Just wear what you’re wearing.” Dwalin boomed, Ori shifted slightly, groaning at the noise.

“That’s nasty and I will not.” Thorin rolled his eyes at Dwalin’s suggestion.

“Why? Were you gross at some point yesterday and need a shower? No? Then I don’t see a problem.” Dwalin countered.

“You impromptu crashed here, suck it up, buttercup.” Nori sassed, Ori grumbled halfheartedly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a morning person? I mean you’re up wicked early all the time.” Thorin asked Dwalin with a sarcastic bite.

“Exactly why I’m not a morning person.” Dwalin grumbled. Ori rolled over on to his left side and shot up with a shout.

“Good, you’re up. Careful of that side it’s gonna hurt like a bitch today.” Nori smirked.

“Ori?” Bilbo squeezed in-between Nori and Thorin, his nightshirt clashing with the pants he wore yesterday.  “Do you have a sweater I can borrow? I don’t really want to put mine back on.” Ori took some deep panting breaths to get his breathing back under control glaring at his brother before nodding to his friend. Bilbo wormed his way fully into the room as Ori climbed out of bed with a sidelong glance at Dwalin.

 Somehow they all managed to file out the door at six thirty. Dwalin smiled to himself as Ori walked just ahead of him in a slight daze. Bilbo was still trying to take his bag back from Thorin but the older boy simply tightened his hold on the strap with a cocky smirk. Dwalin was glad Ori hadn’t fought him on the bag caring issue, he wasn’t sure he could gently dissuade his red head right now, the lack of sleep was pulling on him pretty hard as was what he was sure was a mess they were about to walk into. The fact that Nori was so quiet wasn’t doing much to settle Dwalin’s nerves either.

As they neared the school Ori pulled away from them, lost in his thoughts while Bilbo stopped unsure if he really wanted to walk back into the building today.  Nori and Dwalin turned and watched as Thorin wrapped his arm around the smaller boy’s shoulder and gently coaxed him toward the door. With blush stained cheeks and a small smile Bilbo wrapped his fingers around Thorin’s forearm as he began walking again.

Fili watched Ori separate from his entourage with a dark smirk, smacking his brother’s arm before starting towards the still dazed red head. Dwalin turned back toward Ori to find him much too far ahead of them and the Durin twins closing in from the left side. Not wanting to start a whole new mess outside of the school, Dwalin started after Ori at a brisk walk hoping to cut off the twins before they got to him. With the twins only a few steps away Dwalin managed to catch ahold of the back of Ori’s shirt and pull him back against his chest. “Wait up, Ori.” Dwalin said glaring at the twins as they auto corrected and passed them.

Ori shook his head trying to clear his thoughts; the tug on his shirt had caused tightness around his chest that had helped to bring him back to his surroundings. Though that failed to explain why Dwalin was rather predatorily wrapping his arm over Ori’s shoulder and across his chest. Not that in other circumstances this wouldn’t have felt amazing but right now it just stung.

Ori let out a pained sound, almost a gasp, Dwalin glanced down and saw that his fingers were pressing into where the largest bruise was, he pulled his arm up quickly so that it hovered just above Ori’s chest. “Sorry.” Dwalin breathed past Ori’s ear. He didn’t want to stop touching Ori but he definitely didn’t want to be hurting him either.

Ori closed his eyes against the sensation of Dwalin’s breath, and swallowed. “That’s okay, just a little more central and it shouldn’t be a problem.” Ori could barely believe the quiet words as they left him but he smiled to himself as he felt Dwalin’s arm settle back over his shoulder and down the center of his chest.

Neither of them noticed the confused glances they were getting from their schoolmates. They were lost in their own little world simply enjoying being so close to each other until Nori clapped Dwalin on the shoulder causing them to jump.

“Get him to class well ya, I’ve got to talk to P. Gandalf.”

“Don’t call him that.” Dwalin laughed at Nori as he walked away before noting that his usual morning grumpiness seemed to have passed.

Thorin and Bilbo came to a stop beside Dwalin and Ori. “So” Thorin started. “where are we headed?”

“Oh crap!” Both Ori and Bilbo chimed in unison, panicked.

“What?” Thorin asked almost as panicked.

“I didn’t do any homework.”

“I don’t think I even opened my bag!”

“Oh my God!” Thorin put his hands on his cheeks in mock horror, rolling his eyes. “How can you live with yourselves!”

“You’re more ridiculous then they are, let’s go.” Dwalin said starting to walk Ori forward. “Move, move.”

“Let me make sure I have everything I need.” Ori started to turn toward him.

“Nope, move, let’s go.” Dwalin turned Ori around and pressed him forward.

The group stopped at each one of their lockers and made the appropriate change of books and papers before all four started down the hall to Ori and Bilbo’s math class.

Ori settled uncomfortable into his seat next to Bilbo as Dwalin placed each of their bags on their desks. Thorin had stayed at the front of the room and was quietly speaking with the teacher. Dwalin leaned onto Ori’s desk and locked eyes with him. “You don’t leave this room until one of us is with you. Got it?”

Ori huffed. “We are perfectly capable of walking ourselves…”

“Got it.” Dwalin said again ending the argument. Fili and Kili walked past the desks heading for their own, a snarky little lip quirk plastered on their faces.

“Fine.” Ori whispered looking down at his desk.

“Good.” Dwalin smiled standing and looking over at Bilbo. “Same goes for you.”

“Oh fine. Include me in your little drama.” Bilbo sighed dramatically.

“I will.” Dwalin winked at him before turning and walking toward the door, grabbing Thorin and dragging him out along the way.

Bilbo smirked to himself as he pulled out his book and prepared for class. He wouldn’t say it aloud but he liked what the older boys were doing, it was sweet. Though he knew Ori disagreed with him on this point. Ori had been on high alert ever since they had stopped at his locker and Dwalin made it apparent he wasn’t going to leave Ori unguarded.

Ori let out an aggravated yet relieved sigh as Dwalin finally left the room. This whole exercise was stupid, what did they think they were doing! Fili and Kili had gone after them to stay away from Thorin and Dwalin and now Thorin and Dwalin were practically plastered to them! It was just asking for trouble, and where the hell had Nori run off to, why wasn’t he the one plastered to him like usual. Nori’s absence was making the whole thing even stranger. Setting down his bag Ori winced as he leaned into his bruise. “Damn it” he swore under his breath, he could feel Fili’s eyes on his back witch was just making him more tense and that certainly wasn’t helping him feel any better. Sitting back up he tried to focus on finding a breathing pattern that didn’t hurt. The teacher stood and started class but neither Ori nor Bilbo where paying any attention, sadly for them neither where Fili and Kili. The Durin twins were watching their two victims trying to decide how they were going to finish the lesson they had already started.

 Thorin absent-mindedly ran through the German vocabulary with the rest of his class. He hadn’t been able to finish explaining what was happening to Bilbo’s teacher before Dwalin dragged him out of the room, so now he was very anxious to get back to Bilbo before the boy tried to just carry on like it was a normal day. Thorin just knew his cousins were going to try something else especially since he hadn’t had a chance to discuss this issue with them or his father yet.

Dwalin smacked Thorin’s arm to pull him back to class. He could see the anxious tension in his friend, while he was just as anxious about leaving the two younger boys alone, he also knew he had to stay alert or, knowing himself, he would lose track of time. Half way through the period Nori finally joined the class with a quick smile and shrug of his shoulders. From then on, the class just seemed to drag on for an eternity for the three friends.

Five minutes before the bell all three were packed up and perched, ready to sprint for the door. Calling it close enough at a minute of Dwalin stood, swung his bag over his shoulder, heading for the door Thorin and Nori on his heels. As their teacher began to protest the bell screeched out and the boys took off at a run.

 Ori looked like he was in severe pain, his eyes were scrunched closed and his breathing was shallow. Bilbo watched his friend discreetly from the corner of his eye with concern. He didn’t like to see Ori in so much pain nor did he like the fact that Fili had been staring Ori down the entire class. The screech of the bell was a mixed blessing; it meant they could escape Fili and Kili for the next period, they just needed to make it to the safety of the chemistry lab. Dwalin had said to wait but as Bilbo leaned over to get his bag he saw the pain shoot through Ori when he tried to do the same. Bilbo wasn’t sure they could wait for the older boys, Fili and Kili were making their casual way toward them and he was sure neither he nor Ori were in any condition to defend themselves.  

Nori stopped in front of his brother’s desk, a glare firmly set on his face, directed at the Durin twins as they walked by. Dwalin knelt down next to Ori and frowned at the pain on his face. Thorin weaved through the other students to stand beside Bilbo smiling brightly. “So, how was class?” Thorin asked, Bilbo chuckled softly and glanced back at Ori.

“Are you okay, Ori” Dwalin asked leaning in. Ori startled at how close Dwalin was, his eyes snapping open and locking onto the older boy.

“Yeah.” Ori tried to smile reassuringly and failed at it. “Just sore.” Nori’s back pack hit the desk with a thud as he began to dig through it. Dwalin shook his head at his friend, pulling Ori’s bag out from under his seat. He closed Ori’s note book and Math text and dropped them into the younger boy’s bag.

“Here, this’ll help.” Nori said handing Ori a bottle of ibuprofen. Ori smiled a genuine smile as he grabbed the bottle and downed two pills dry. Standing Ori tried to hand the bottle back to his brother. “No, you should probably hang on to those. Just don’t O.D. on us.”

Dwalin snagged the bottle from Ori’s hand and dropped them in his bag. “All right where to next?”

 The younger boys were dropped off at chemistry with the same instructions to wait. The class went smoothly and quietly. When the bell rang the older boys weren’t five minutes behind it, ready to move to the next class. Walking into English both Ori and Bilbo let out a sigh of relief, even though they shared this class with the twins, Professor Thranduil didn’t allow them to get very far with anything.

Nori stopped and spoke quietly with Professor Thranduil as Dwalin and Thorin ushered Ori and Bilbo to their seats. Thranduil glanced worried at his two young students, he would never out right call them his favorites, based on the principle that teachers shouldn’t have favorite students, though they were. Thranduil reassured Nori that he would keep the boys in the room until Nori came to collect them. The older boys left in a much more confident mood, laughing at each other as the Durin twins arrived.

Thranduil acted as if nothing had changed except for the slightly more frequent glances in Ori and Bilbo’s direction. The twins kept their distance through most of the period only toward the end did they start their attack.  It started with small balls of paper flicked at their targets meant to and succeeding at annoying the victims.  

The bell rang out and Bilbo reluctantly began closing his note books. Neither he nor Ori were looking forward to being jostled around at lunch. “So, what did” Bilbo’s head swung around to find Fili leaning on the desk behind him. “you tell them to convince them to play your bodyguards?” Fili’s smile turned dark as his brother came to settle beside him.

“We didn’t-“

“Fili, Kili, move along.” Thranduil barked from the front of the room.

“We’re just waiting for our friends, Professor.” Kili chimed mockingly bright. Thranduil frowned at the use of his nickname, ever since the students had found out about his previous position at Rivendell College, they had all taken to calling him ‘Professor’.  Some like Bilbo and Ori said it with respect but most said it with the mocking tone Kili was currently employing.

“You are anything but. Now move along before I decide I need some extra help after school today.” The silly little threat of having to stay late got the twins moving in the direction he wanted them.

Kili frowned pushing away from the desk and past his brother, who reluctantly fallowed.  As the Durin twins exited the room Thranduil started toward Bilbo and Ori, he settled on a desktop in front of his two pupils. “You two,” he paused with a sigh. “you’re both so bright and yet you let, you allow yourselves to be pushed around by those two.” When both Ori and Bilbo simply shifted uncomfortably with guilty down cast eyes, Thranduil continued. “I simply wish that at least one of you had felt comfortable enough to come to me and tell me that they were getting out of hand. Instead of having” he poked Ori’s shoulder gently. “your brother stomping into my class and telling me that you can’t leave without him because things have just gotten ridiculous.” Ori flushed red with embarrassment.

“Nori told you what happened.” Bilbo asked sounding confused.

“Not exactly, just not to let you two leave without him for your safety.”

“Then how?”

“It’s always the twins. They are a … a boisterous pair and no one else would dare go near you two with the way Nori, Thorin and Dwalin fawn over you.”

“I do not ‘fawn’ sir.” Thorin said coming up behind Thranduil. “I admire and protect.”

“Of course.” Thranduil smirked standing. “Now all of you get out of my class. I have work to do.”

 Dwalin dropped down into a chair at Bilbo and Ori’s usual lunch table, to the surprise of the two younger boys, while Thorin and Nori went to grab everyone something to eat.  “What are you doing?” Ori half glared at Dwalin.

“Having lunch.” Dwalin shrugged the glare off and turned to Bilbo. “Where we heading next?”

Bilbo smirked before starting to answer. “Well, actually I’m”

Ori cut over Bilbo irritated. “Why are you having lunch now?”

“Well, why shouldn’t we have lunch now? You are.”

“It’s my lunch period. Seriously what the hell do you guys think you’re doing?”

“We’re just keeping an eye on you, is all.”

“Stop, you’re just going to make it worse.” Ori huffed sitting down.

Dwalin sighed. “Ori, by the time today is over they won’t have the balls to come near you again.”

Ori let out and exasperated groan. “And how is th”

“And if they do, I will follow you around until they learn to leave you alone.”

“That is probably the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say.” Ori scoffed.

“Yeah? Well I’m sure you’ll hear stupider.” Dwalin smirked.

“Unbelievable.” Ori huffed, gently laying his head on the table; he winced as he compressed his chest then pushed his chair back to straighten out his back.

Bilbo smirked at Ori’s pouting before turning back to Dwalin. “You really shouldn’t be cutting class like this.”

“Well hopefully it’s only for the one day but I think we could manage a few days like this if we had too.” Dwalin shrugged.

“Lunch is served.” Thorin chimed brightly as he and Nori arrived with four heavily laden trays. “The finest delicacies that Moria High has to offer.”

Nori slid a tray in front of Dwalin then dropped down next to Ori and pushed the second tray toward his brother. “You eat something and keep it down and I promise I’ll make you whatever you want for dinner.” Nori whispered. Ori glanced up at him halfheartedly and, Nori just smiled understandingly. Nori knew his baby brother well and when he was in pain Ori lost his appetite, which in turn led him to getting a cold witched made him grumpy witch made everyone around him grumpy. So the key to avoiding all of that was to get some food in him without pestering or forcing it into him because using either of those tactics tended to make everyone grumpy even faster.  In all the years he had been doing this bribing had presented itself as the best way to handle an Ori in pain.

Ori sighed and closed his eyes. “Give me the Jell-O.”

Nori smiled lifting two small bowls off the tray. “Cherry or lime?”

“Both” Nori shrugged and placed the two bowls in front of Ori then placed a spoon in his lax fingers before ruffling Ori’s hair lovingly.

“Sometimes I hate you.” Ori grumbled as he stuck a spoon full of Jell-O in his mouth.

“I take what I can get.” Nori smiled biting into his pizza burger.

 They finished eating early and decided to head toward the next class before the halls got overly crowded again. Ori had slowed down quite a bit he was getting extremely tired. Every breath was requiring concentration and every step sent up little shock waves of pain. So now Ori was leaning on Nori more then he would ever like to admit to, he had chosen to lean on his brother rather than Dwalin because every time he did Dwalin would wrap his arm around Ori’s shoulder and Ori’s damn heart would speed up and that only made his chest hurt even more. So Nori it was and beside Nori could carry him around for a little while what with how often he has practically carried Nori through these halls. He was sure Nori had missed something in his quick look last night and was wishing Dori was home already.

A pretty blond, thin girl in a Sir Faramir’s Academy uniform, brown pleated skirt with matching jacket over a pristine white button down shirt and a golden tie, walked past them only to stop and throw herself onto Thorin. “Thorin!” She shouted locking her arms around Thorin’s neck with such force that he had to take two staggering steps backward in order to keep from falling over. “Are you feeling better? We were worried when you didn’t show up yesterday, and you didn’t even call me.” She pouted.

“Jesus, Legolas what are you doing here?” Thorin asked finally stabilizing himself.

“I had a half day and Daddy forgot his lunch again so I was bringing it to him.” She smiled brightly.

“Well his room is down there”

“No, no I already gave it to him.” She chuckled then glanced at the others and tilted her head to the side at the distraught look on Bilbo’s face. “Where were you yesterday?” she asked shaking Thorin a little as she turned back to him.

Thorin sighed. “Something came”

“I’m sorry.” Bilbo said quietly before turning and running down the hall.

Thorin glanced about confused. “Wha, Bilbo, wait.”

“You’re an idiot.” Dwalin shook his head as he handed Ori’s bag to Nori. “Straiten this out.” Dwalin gestured at Legolas. “I’ll go get him.”  Dwalin wove through the building crowd and rounded the same corner Bilbo had disappeared around.

“What was that about?’ Legolas asked the group in general.

“Straiten what out?”

“I didn’t know you actually had a girlfriend.” Ori said. “I mean I had heard the rumors but you never said anything about it yourself and when you’re not doing stuff for your dad you’re at our place.” Ori glanced sadly after his friend, wincing.

“Ori, what are you talking about, I don’t have a” Thorin moved to lean toward Ori but was stopped by Legolas’s arms around his neck; he looked up at her with an exasperated sigh. “Will you let go of me?"

“Oh sure.” She smiled and took a step back dropping her arms.

Thorin looked back at Ori. “Ori, I don’t have a girlfriend, Legolas is not my girlfriend.”

Ori raised an eyebrow.  “Could have fooled me and I think you did, Bilbo.”

“Arge! We just do archery together.” Thorin spun towards Legolas. “How many times have I told you to stop dangling off of me!”

“So that was Bilbo, he’s super cute! Have you asked him out yet?” Legolas asked excited. Thorin glanced away for a moment before begrudgingly answering the question.

“Not exactly.” His tone sharpened. “And if what just happened stops that from happening, I blame you!”

“How would it be my fault that you failed to tell him that you have a friend that just happens to be a girl?”

Nori turned his brother away from the building argument with a heavy sigh. Sometimes he thought Thorin could be such an idiot.

 Bilbo weaved and dodged through the hall almost absentmindedly, Thorin had looked so natural and right with that girl wrapped around him. Bilbo had heard the rumors, of course he had they had been going around for a while now, and felt he should have known better but Thorin had kissed him. Why would Thorin kiss him if he had a girlfriend? Bilbo turned to his right and slid between two other students with a soft. “Excuse me.”

“No.” Fili said grabbing Bilbo by his shirt collar and looking around the hall smirking. “What happened to your bodyguards?”

“They get tired of looking after a little pervert?” Kili chuckled. Bilbo stayed quiet, his eyes down cast as he wished he had been strong enough to stay and silently meet Thorin’s girlfriend. Fili pressed him against the lockers. “We just asked you a question.”

“Let go of him.” Dwalin growled behind the twins. Fili and Kili looked over their shoulders and smirked as they realized Dwalin was alone.

“You know, I don’t think I will.” Fili smirked. “He and I have some things to talk about.”

“I think you need to talk to Thorin more then you need to talk to Bilbo. Now, let him go.” Dwalin put his hand on Fili’s shoulder. Kili spun and punched Dwalin hard in the left cheek, Dwalin rocked with the force of the blow. Recovering he tackled Kili into the lockers next to Bilbo. Fili let go of Bilbo to assist his brother; Dwalin pushed backward nocking Fili off balance for a moment. Dwalin used this to grab Bilbo’s arm and began leading him away, Fili recovered quickly and took a swing at Bilbo. Dwalin pulled Bilbo against his chest so that Fili’s fist hit the back of his shoulder. Kili pushed himself off the lockers and launched into the attack on Dwalin and Bilbo. Dwalin wrapped his arms protectively around Bilbo’s small form as he curled his back doming around Bilbo for safety.

“Enough!” Principle Gandalf boomed over the gathering students. Gandalf and Coach Boromir parted the students then had to physically remove Fili and Kili from their victims. “You two in my office, now.” Gandalf growled at the twins, who were then hurried away by Coach Boromir. Dwalin glanced over his shoulder before turning to reveal a startled and spooked Bilbo, Gandalf sighed. “Are you boys alright?”

“Yes sir.” Dwalin answered popping his shoulder; Gandalf raised an eyebrow then looked at Bilbo. Bilbo swallowed under the old man’s scrutiny, tightening his fingers around Dwalin’s bicep before nodding that he was fine.

“Bilbo,” Bilbo glanced up at Principal Gandalf. “I understand this isn’t the first time something like this has happened, this week.” Bilbo nodded again. “I’m going to need to speak to you and your parents tomorrow, alright?”

“Yes sir.” Bilbo squeaked.

“Good.” Principal Gandalf smiled. “Now off to class with you. Dwalin,” Dwalin snapped to attention. “I would like you to go to the nurse and get looked at but I suppose it can wait until after you drop off your young friend were he’s meant to be.”

“Of course.”

“Very good.” Principle Gandalf smiled once again at them both before turning back towards his office.

“I swear, we leave you alone for five minutes and you start world war three in the hall.” Nori chuckled steering Ori over to Dwalin and Bilbo.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright Bilbo?” Legolas asked leaning over to inspect the small brunet as she and Thorin came up behind the Ri brothers. Bilbo looked down with a slight blush as he nodded that he was fine. Legolas smiled at him before turning to Thorin. “How can you let your cousins be such brutes to Bilbo, he’s far too cute to be putting up with this type of behavior.”

“I don’t let them, and who’s fault do you think this is?” Thorin grumbled.

“Well I’m sure I don’t”

“Yours! It’s yours. He would have been fine walking the halls with us, with me, but then you ran him off!”

“That wouldn’t have happened if you had just told him who I am.”

Thorin’s face fell. “Why does it always come back to being my fault?”

“Because it is.” Dwalin added helpfully, Thorin glared at Dwalin.

“He has a point.” Legolas nodded.

“Well you just go home already; you’re not even supposed to be here.”

“Fine. See you later Bilbo.” She waved and turned away from them.

“Just Go!” Thorin yelled after her, Legolas giggled as she disappeared down the hall.

Bilbo dropped his hands from Dwalin’s arm. “Thanks for, um…”

Dwalin smiled. “No problem.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, I should be good.” Dwalin ruffled Bilbo’s hair. “And if not, I’ll just send the bill to that idiot.” Dwalin jabbed his thumb at Thorin who huffed.

“Bilbo, you have music next, right?” Thorin asked.

“Theory” Bilbo said quietly.

“What?”

“I have music theory next.”

“Oh right, let’s go get your stuff and-“

“Stalker much?” Nori asked with a smirk, Thorin ignored him.

“get you there. The bells going to ring soon.” Bilbo didn’t move.

“Maybe you should explain what just happened because I think that might be a good place to start.” Dwalin said, moving toward Ori’s locker.

“Thanks Mom.” Thorin quipped taking Bilbo’s shoulder and steering him toward his locker.

“Where we headed now?” Dwalin asked the Nori/Ori morph they had become.

“Ori’s gonna get his art on.” Nori announced turning toward the art room.

“You’re weird.” Dwalin informed him, falling in step beside them.

“It’s why you love me so much.” Nori laughed.

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

 Bilbo kept his head down as Thorin steered him through the hall toward his locker. They stopped in front of the small metal door and Bilbo reached out to put in the code, as the latch clicked Thorin spoke.  “Look, Bilbo. I know I haven’t done this quite right, but Legolas” Bilbo knitted his eyebrows together in confusion at the name. “That girl who was climbing on me. She’s not my girlfriend, she’s a friend from archery, that’s all.”

Bilbo looked up at Thorin. “She knew my name.”

Thorin blushed slightly and glanced away. “I, um, I would talk to her about you. I won’t anymore if you want.”

Bilbo watched Thorin’s face for a moment and smiled to himself. “No, that’s not necessary, she seems nice.”

Thorin visibly relaxed, “Sure when she’s not trying to smother me to death, she’s great.” Bilbo smiled closing his locker.