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mordoriscalling · 2 years ago

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Assurance and Authority (3/25)

Post-BOTFA Persuasion Au: Bilbo returns to the Shire after the Quest, having rejected Thorin’s proposal of marriage. For years after, he struggles with regret. When he and Thorin meet again, he knows better than to hope.

Chapter 3 also available on AO3

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After Master Baggins struck a friendship with the two married metalsmiths, the dwarves became frequent guests at Bag End. Both Seis and Umí enjoyed travel and journeyed from the Blue Mountains to Bree and back at least once a year, selling their wares as they went. Each time they travelled, they made sure to pass through Hobbiton and visit Bag End and its master, who was always delighted to host them. Bilbo found a lot of joy in the company of the dwarrow couple: they were a straightforward type of people, with a ready kindness that came from good and simple hearts, and the way their behaviour towards one another reminded him of his parents never failed to warm his heart.

And so so it came to pass that for the five years following their first stay at Bag End, Seis and Umí visited rather frequently. During that time, their friendship with Bilbo blossomed, until they told him all about their families and life stories. They had a daughter and a son, whose name was Jûnis. (How their daughter was called, they would not say, for a dwarrowdam’s name was a secret well-guarded by all of her race and could only be revealed by the dame herself). Their son was a swordsmith, who had moved to Erebor in search of work and more prosperous life, as well as following love, for he was courting a lady in waiting of the King’s sister.

"He’s all lost to her," Seis said about his son once. "He didn’t want to be parted from her for a day. When it was announced that the Princess would be moving to Erebor, and so would be her court, Jûnis was up on his feet getting ready to follow her. We tried to tell him to wait, to go to Erebor once it was certain there would be work and accommodation for him there, but he wouldn’t listen. He has his heart set on her and nothing can get through to him. It’s a really good thing that she accepted him."

"Give our boy some credit!" Umí replied. "He’s a charmer, and the courting gifts he’s given her are benefiting a lady in waiting. She’s not too good for him!”

"Aye, he’s a bright one, our Jûnis. He’s going to go far in Erebor.”

"That he is. Did you know, Bilbo, that our son is already working as an apprentice of the master swordsmith? He’s definitely going to be the head of the metalsmiths guild one day!’

Bilbo, although he did not understand the significance of being a head of a guild, nodded and expressed admiration for their son’s accomplishments. There was no falseness in his sentiment, for the warmth with which Jûnis’s parents spoke of him made Bilbo care for him as well. Indeed, as years passed, Bilbo came to care for the whole family as one would care for very dear friends. Seis and Umí seemed to reciprocate Bilbo’s fondness: they always sought Bilbo out during their trips to Bree, which they began making twice as frequently as they had used to before meeting Bilbo, and even invited Bilbo to visit them and their daughter in their home in Ered Luin.

Therefore, it came as an immense shock to Bilbo that, the year he agreed with Seis and Umí to join them when they returned to the Blue Mountains after their usual trip to Bree, the couple did not appear in the Shire. They did not come in spring as they had promised, and although Bilbo tried to search for them and even went to Bree, they were nowhere to be found. He asked other dwarves about them but received no information, and the letters he sent went without reply.

Around the time of summer solstice, Bilbo ceased his efforts to discover what had happened, and his worry gradually shifted into gloomy acceptance. He did not know what had become of his friends but he begrudgingly began coming to terms with the fact that he either might never learn the truth or he would not like it once he did.

And so, in the seventh year after Bilbo’s return from his adventure, two odd things happened: the first one was that he had no dwarven guests (for it had become so usual for him to host dwarves that the whole Hobbiton regarded their absence as more peculiar than their presence). The second odd incident was that, a fortnight after the summer solstice, a very tall fellow dressed in grey robes appeared at Bag End’s green door.

That day was a hot one and Bilbo spent it hiding from the burning sun in his study, going through some paperwork related to his tenants. Due to the weather, he truly did not expect any guests, and when the doorbell to his smial rang, he thought his ears were playing tricks on him. After the doorbell rang again, however, Bilbo rushed to the door, expecting Seis and Umí.

Seeing Gandalf the Grey instead surprised Bilbo very much, but the sight of the wizard was far from an unwelcome one. Bilbo smiled brightly as he beheld Mithrandir and the two embraced warmly.

"How are you, my friend?” Gandalf said after releasing Bilbo from his arms. Taking a good look at the hobbit, he added, "I’m glad to see you’re in good health. Why, you haven’t aged a day!”

Bilbo laughed. "I’m well, Gandalf, I’m well. Now, come in! Would you like something to eat or drink? I’ve made some lemonade, it's very refreshing in this heat.”

"Lemonade would be wonderful, thank you,” the wizard replied as he entered Bag End, being careful not to bump his head into any chandeliers or doorframes.

While Bilbo set the kitchen table and prepared something for Gandalf to have with the lemonade, the wizard took a seat and regarded the hobbit closely. The experience he’d gathered throughout a great many years of his life, as well as his wizardry abilities, granted him the gift of seeing much more than others could. Thus, Gandalf quickly noticed that his hobbit friend was not as well as he claimed.

"Are you certain nothing ails you?” the wizard asked once Bilbo prepared their quick meal and sat across from him. "Nothing at all?”

Bilbo did not answer for a long time, appearing to be torn about something. "I’m fine,” he said reluctantly, at last. "It’s nothing serious, I suppose.”

"And yet, your demeanour is clouded. Has something happened?”

In response, Bilbo told him of his friendship with Seis and Umí, and how they had disappeared without a word. Gandalf expressed sympathy and reassured that the hobbit that he should certainly receive an explanation in due time, which did not lift Bilbo’s spirits particularly well.

"Oh, but enough about me!" Bilbo said then, pouring Gandalf more lemonade. "Tell me, how are you? Have you come to the Shire to meddle? I hope there’s no new adventure that you want to take me on.”

The wizard chuckled. "I’ve simply come to visit you to see how you’re doing, old friend. The end of your adventure was not the happiest for you and I’ve been concerned. So has been Lord Elrond, in fact.”

"Lord Elrond?” Bilbo almost gaped with surprise.

"Yes. I’m headed from Rivendell, as it happens. When I was there, Lord Elrond asked after you. He was worried that your last time in his home changed your perception of it. He wanted me to assure you that you’re as welcome as always to stay there.”

An expression of deep sadness marred Bilbo’s face. “I wish I would want to go. I wish I could say I love Rivendell as it should be loved, but...”

The wizard sighed. “It is because you associate Imladris with the sorrow you felt while staying there, but healing from some wounds, my dear Bilbo, begins by poking at them. You should give Rivendell another chance. It is a place of healing, after all. If you wished, I could take you there myself.”

Bilbo shook his head. Even recalling Rivendell brought him too much pain, for it it had been there that Bilbo first truly understood how very deeply his affections for Thorin ran. The realisation had come to him when he had been on his way to the Shire back from his adventure. One evening throughout his stay in the Last Homely House, he had taken a walk among Rivendell’s beautiful gardens and saw a firefly. The sight of the glowing little insect reminded Bilbo of how a year prior in Rivendell, he shared his first intimate conversation with Thorin about their childhoods and fireflies.

It had been in Rivendell when they first had begun growing close, and it had been in Rivendell when Bilbo had first felt in full how dearly to his heart he held all memories of Thorin and, indeed, just how very dear Thorin was to him, for his feelings for the dwarf were nothing short of deepest, truest, all-encompassing love. Finally, it had been in Rivendell that Bilbo had come to the conclusion that he had made the greatest mistake of his life to have left Thorin behind.

And so, although Bilbo had fallen in love with the Last Homely House when he had laid his eyes upon it for the first time, now he could not love it. The thought of going to a place filled with such painful memories filled him only with resentment.

It was most fortunate, then, that nearing the end of Gandalf’s few day-long visit, a letter came, from Primula Baggins. She had written to Bilbo to ask him to come to Tuckborough on the behalf of herself, her husband Drogo and their little son Frodo, as well as many Tooks. She had stated that his being there would be most welcome, as Frodo kept asking to see him, Drogo dearly wished ‘to have someone around who would understand his Baggins ways’, while young Tooks wanted to hear all about his adventures again. Having his presence so desired, Bilbo did not dare refuse and replied to Primula that he would set out to Tuckborough as soon as his current guest left, which gave him a much-needed excuse to decline Gandalf’s offer.

“I must say I’m surprised to see you so keen on staying elsewhere than Bag End,” the wizard said when Bilbo told him of his plans to visit Tuckborough. “You have always been so attached to this smial.”

Bilbo shrugged his shoulders. “I am attached to it. It’s just that my feet like to wander after my adventure, and I haven’t seen these cousins in a while.”

To that, Gandalf gave a hum, not entirely believing.

On the eve of Gandalf’s departure, Bilbo sat on the bench in Bag End’s front garden together with the wizard. The two enjoyed a quiet smoke, watching the Sun set over the rolling, green hills of Hobbiton. Bilbo was in an especially pensive mood that evening; the wizard’s words about Rivendell had given him many things ponder about.

"Gandalf," he said just before the Sun hid below the horizon, “I think… well. The thing is… I don’t blame you, as it was myself who took your words as guidance, but I’m now thinking that in spite of how Durin’s folk would surely disapprove of our relationship and how uncertain it was whether Thorin would heal in body and mind, I… I should’ve been happy, had I accepted him.”

After the Battle of the Five Armies, the three heirs of Durin were dangerously wounded. They had not died on the battlefield, as Bilbo had managed to protect them from the ones who had wanted to kill them, but their condition still was very severe. Gandalf ensured, using his magic, that the King and the Princes would live. Once he did that, he met an anxious Bilbo, who waited outside of the King’s tent. The wizard told Bilbo that he had stabilised the physical condition of the three dwarves, but he cautioned that it was not certain that they should make full physical recovery.

Hearing that, Bilbo inquired about the state of King Thorin’s mind as well, as dragon sickness had overtaken it before the Battle. In response, Gandalf said that he was not sure whether Thorin was completely free of the sickness and it might happen that he could succumb to it once again in the future.

Having found this, when Bilbo saw Thorin right after and had the dwarf ask him to marry him, the hobbit thought that the proposal was a result of some convoluted reasoning, produced by Thorin’s body and mind affected by severe injuries and lingering sickness. Believing the dwarf not to be thinking clearly, Bilbo rejected the proposal. Thorin did not take the refusal well and the two of them parted in bitterness, with Bilbo leaving for the Shire accompanied by Gandalf the very next day.

Gandalf did not know about this situation, as Bilbo made no mention of it, until Bilbo sunk into quiet despair in Rivendell. Now learning that the hobbit still suffered heartache visibly pained him, his gaze brimming with sorrow.

“Nothing good ever comes from dwelling on the past, Bilbo,” the wizard said gently. “What passed is gone, and what lies ahead can never be known for sure. The present is all we have. Do not waste it on regret. You must try to forgive yourself for your choice, or else the weight you put on your own shoulders shall crush you.”

Although Gandalf spoke words of wisdom, Bilbo found it exceedingly hard to accept them; the present he had faded terribly in comparison to the present he could have had. With nothing in Bilbo’s current life to truly compensate for the choice he had made, and with his love for Thorin unchanged, Bilbo felt the pain of regret just as acutely despite the passing of years and, for the life of him, he could not find a way to reconcile with his own choices.

Regret made Bilbo’s heart ache especially strongly in the instances when others around him became blessed with what he deeply and secretly wished for but had lost the chance to have. In this respect, going to Tuckborough only worsened his heartache; once there, he witnessed an example of a joyous engagement, which he reckoned he could have known for himself.

Asphodel Brandybuck, an older sister of Primula’s, had accepted Rufus Burrows’s proposal of marriage just before Bilbo came to Tuckborough. And so, on the evening of Bilbo’s arrival, an engagement party was thrown, during which Bilbo was stuck listening to congratulations and excited wedding planning; Asphel’s joy and upcoming wedding was the only thing she and many of her family could talk about. All throughout the party, Bilbo could not help but imagine what it would be like to prepare and await a wedding of his own. Though he tried his best not to show his low spirits and only share Asphodel’s happiness, the whole ordeal was starting to get challenging to withstand. Just when he was about to excuse himself from the party, Bilbo was saved from his misery by his aunt Mirabella.

Mirabella Brandybuck nee Took, a sister of Belladonna’s, was of course overjoyed to see the second of her three daughters find a match. Her youngest, Primula, married first, quickly after reaching maturity, but Mirabella wished to see all three of her girls settle, although her oldest daughter Amaranth had already aged out of typical marrying age. At Asphodel’s engagement party, Mirabella sat and chatted with Bilbo a great deal - for she was very fond of “Bella’s boy”, as she called him - and debated with him about what flowers should be used to decorate the aisle, until she abruptly stopped.

"Oh, but Bilbo!" she cried. "Why am I even speaking of this to you? All this wedding and marriage business must be terribly boring to you; you have never been interested in these things!"

"Well," Bilbo said, "I’ve never been interested in that, yes."

In Mirabella’s advanced age of ninety-four, neither her eyes nor her mind were as razor-sharp as they had used to be. Thus, she did not notice her nephew’s deceit, only patted Bilbo’s hand good-naturedly and they moved on to talk about how Bag End’s garden grew.

Indeed, during the whole party, Bilbo thought he hid his foul mood well enough for no one to notice.

#myfic #bagginshield #bilbo x thorin #persuasion au

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fancoloredglasses · 2 years ago

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[RERUN] 7 Little Superheroes (a good ol’ fashioned...kidnapping mystery?)

[All images are owned by Marvel Disney. Please don’t sue me]

This is a review that suffers from some serious “wall of text” issues, in that there’s not a SINGLE image or video clip from the episode save the title screen! Well, we’re about to fix that! If you wish to slog through what is essentially a book report, you can do so here.

I’m sure most of you have heard/seen a variant of the “Ten Little Indians” trope in which someone invites a group to a secluded area with no chance of escape, then composes a cryptic poem about the means in which every one of them will die, one by one. In fact, Rooster Teeth did one of these in which they “killed off” most of their executives.

Anyway, the writers of Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends thought this would be a great story to adapt. Just three problems...

1. The “Spider Friends” were just three. No worries, we’ll just bring in 7 guest heroes!

2. The show is only half an hour long (minus commercials and credits, so more like 20 minutes) No problem, we’ll cut the cast to 7 total.

3. That damn issue with violence on kids’ TV, plus do we really wanna kill off heroes like Captain America? Ummmm...right...they’ll just be...captured?

The villain of the episode is the Chameleon. I’d never heard of him before or since viewing the episode, but a quick Wikipedia search says he is the half-brother to Kraven the Hunter and a master of disguise (given his name, that makes sense) His voice seemed familiar, so a quick IMDb search revealed the actor also voiced Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, from the Rankin-Bass Animation production of The Hobbit (a much better version than Peter Jackson’s production as it was more cohesive while being less than 20% as long, but I digress...)

If you would like to watch the episode, Disney+ has your hookup.

The episode begins with the Chameleon spouting the first lines of the poem...

7 Little Superheroes vanish one by one...7 Little Superheroes, soon there will be none!

We switch to Spider-Man swinging through New York, when he encounters a letter addressed to him along his patrol route (is he that predictable? Why hasn’t anyone set a booby trap on one of his regular perches?) inviting him to Wolf Island Mansion for some sort of gathering (not in the least suspicious...especially since Iceman and Firestar have similar invites...seriously, booby traps!)

Peter informs Aunt May that the three of them are going to a house party. Aunt May decides to invite their dog Ms. Lion along as well. Peter objects, but do you really think he could say no to Aunt May?

Upon entering the mansion, the group encounters the Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange (hero #5), Captain America (#6), and Shanna the Jungle Queen (who? I mean #7)

[NOTE: the comic version is Shanna the She-Devil, but the writers understandably changed her name for the episode...I mean, no sense pissing off the parents! Either way, I’ve never heard of her...]

The Chameleon makes his presence (and intentions) known. This pisses off Namor (what doesn’t?) and he decides to leave...

...only to run into a force field (bet that pissed him off too) which covers the mansion, trapping everyone on the grounds! Then we get our first clue as to who’s on the chopping block...

7 Little Superheroes in quite a fix...One will meet fire, and then there will be six!

The group deduces that their “host” is the Chameleon, and that he very well could be disguising himself as any of them! (I thought he just disguised himself. Can he mimic powers too?)

Namor (no doubt in the most pissed off way possible) decides it’s best to work alone as he can’t trust appearances. (know what Namor is an anagram for? Mor...an? hmmm, doesn’t quite work, but you get my point)

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(Thanks to Imperius Wrecked)

You’d think he’d be able to smell the difference between water and alcohol...)

Namor attempts to fly over the pool to the exit...

...but the Chameleon ignites the alcohol. The heat further weakens Namor and he falls into the fiery pool!

Meanwhile, Spider-Man is searching on the roof of the mansion, but falls into a trap panel (on the outside of the building? The Chameleon must have a hell of an issue with squirrels and raccoons getting in...), allowing the Chameleon to assume the web-head’s identity.

Let’s check in with Iceman and Captain America out on the grounds, shall we?

6 Little Superheroes trying to stay alive...One will step into quicksand, and then there will be five!

Seems a bit specific, don’t ya think? I mean, all you have to do is stay off the ground, right?

Iceman falls prey to a snare trap that suspends him about 10 feet off the ground. Cap rushes to his aid...

...only to catch a tripwire of his own, sending flying barbs his way. They’re easily blocked by his shield, but there are a lot of ‘em. “Spider-Man” arrives on the scene, suggesting Cap dive into a nearby pond until the barbs stop flying. (three guesses what the “pond” actually is...)

Captain Gullible dives in, and is pulled down by the quicksand. Iceman freezes the rope to free himself (why didn’t he do that before?) and is about to freeze the pond to save Cap, but “Spider-Man” offers to use his webbing to pull him out instead, only the webbing doesn’t stick to Cap and he sinks below the surface...

...as “Spider-Man” swings away, chuckling menacingly as Ms. Lion snarls at him.

Firestar and Doctor Strange arrive, and Firestar deduces that it must have been the Chameleon. The three follow Ms. Lion back to the mansion...

...where we see Spider-Man finally freeing himself from the trap panel by climbing down the flue (seriously, how does the Chameleon not have a problem with woodland animals invading his home?) just in time for Iceman to hit him hard with a blast of frozen mistaken identity.

The group quickly realizes their error when Ms. Lion shows concern for Spidey.

...shouldn’t you be watching the Chameleon setting off the explosions in the very spire you’re standing on? (he does get around, doesn’t he?) Shanna falls into a pit (what? no poem?), but not before she sends a telepathic distress call (wait, she can do that? I honestly don’t know, as I’ve never heard of her) to Doctor Strange. The Spider Friends and Strange rush to her aid.

Unfortunately, by the time they arrive, the Chameleon has changed into Shanna. (This is beyond being a quick-change artist. This is shape-shifting!)

“Shanna” then jumps down and hangs off of a nearly ledge (you’d think someone with Shanna’s agility could get herself out of that predicament) as the group approaches. “Shanna” falls just in time for Spider-Man to swing in to catch her.

The group might have been fooled if not for Ms. Lion not liking her (who knew cartoon dogs were such excellent judges of character?), so the now-revealed Chameleon takes his revenge...

...by opening a trap door under Ms. Lion! Fortunately, Spider-Man grabs her before she falls.

The group chases “Shanna” into a maze of caves (pretty sure you can guess what happens here) The Chameleon hides as Firestar flies by, then transforms into her.

5 Little Superheroes want to know the score? One will run into herself, and then there will be four!

First off, shouldn’t that be “4 Little Superheroes”, since he already took out Shanna? Second, it’s now pretty apparent (well, a 50/50 chance) to the group who the next victim will be (unless the Chameleon plans on targeting Ms. Lion)

...as Firestar encounters “Firestar”, who blasts her with freezing air, incapacitating her as she falls down a trap door!

Meanwhile, Shanna manages to free herself from the rubble (guess the count was right after all) and goes looking for the group (pretty sure we all know what’s about to happen...)

“Firestar” starts a recording as he joins the group, making everyone think he’s the real deal.

4 Little Superheroes, scared as can be...A demon will devour one, and then there will be three!

...then he eats Strange! Spidey deduces “Firestar” is not who he says he is, so the Chameleon runs off.

3 Little Superheroes, racing to pursue...But one will fall right off the bridge, and then there will be two!

In the middle of the Chameleon’s poem, he starts a tremor as Shanna falls (heh) behind. Spider-Man tries to web her...

...but she falls into the chasm below before the web reaches her! (not sure why he couldn’t try again...)

So with just the wall crawler and Iceman left, things seem grim. In desperation, the pair heads outside so Iceman can try to break through the force field again.

2 Little Superheroes out in the sun...the Iceman will be melted, and now there is but one!

Once again, the Chameleon strikes before he finishes speaking...

...this time with a heat ray that nullifies his ice powers, then a tractor beam to draw him back into the mansion!

[Gonna hit the pause button and go back 41 years to when I first saw the episode up to this point. I honestly was shocked that the show would kill off Captain America and Doctor Strange (I had no clue who Shanna was and, to be honest, Namor was being a complete ass and deserved what he got), but in both Iceman’s and Firestar’s cases, their fates were a bit more benign as Firestar was being incapacitated by icy jets of air (so essentially tortured instead of killed, then?) and Iceman was captured rather than given a death scene. I guessed this was because they had “star power” immunity and would eventually be rescued (I mean, they wouldn’t kill the title characters, right? Right?) Yes, now I know how things worked better, but my younger self...

Pause over, let’s resume]

It seems that Iceman and Firestar are imprisoned next to each other, so the Chameleon tricks them into using their powers on one another.

Meanwhile, web-head has re-entered the mansion. One rotating wall later, he falls into a web (ironic)

1 Little Superhero eaten to the bone...Leaving myself, the super super villain, all by myself alone!

A giant robotic spider comes across the web, hoping for a bit of cannibalism (of a sort, I guess...) Spidey discovers the “web” is made of electrical cables...

...so tears the end from one and jabs it into the spider, shorting it out with a jolt of deus ex supershit.

Escaping the room, he finds a room where all six “victims” are alive. (Cap, Strange, and Shanna are imprisoned, while Namor, Iceman, and Firestar are incapacitated by their weaknesses)

That’s when the Chameleon announces he has rigged the island with enough explosives to level it!

OK, the show time counter is at 21:21...let’s see if the bomb can be defused by 22:21.

[While we’re on the subject of suspension of disbelief, how the hell did the Chameleon get Namor out of the fire, Cap out of the quicksand, and Shanna out of the abyss...not to mention moving Iceman and Firestar from their cells to this chamber...when he has been sticking close to the heroes or in his control room the entire episode? Strange was obviously transported there by the robotic demon, but how did the Chameleon keep him from casting spells?

Soapbox over, now for the thrilling conclusion!]

First, Spidey redirects the heat lamp drying out Namor onto the block of ice imprisoning Firestar (wouldn’t she have suffocated by now?), with the melt flowing around Namor, reviving him, and Iceman, dousing his flaming cage. (29 seconds left according to the show time counter...) Namor then destroys the generator near the cage (guess it was electrified...? That explains why Cap wouldn’t just use his strength to bend the bars. 9 seconds to go, by the way...)

The Chameleon takes off in his helicopter (22:34; Everyone’s dead, including the Chameleon) and deactivates the force field. Doctor Strange magics everyone to the roof...

...and Spidey shoots a web onto the chopper, pulling himself up and inside. (Nice to know the Chameleon is polite enough to let the authorities know what vehicle he’s in)

Meanwhile, the timer is obviously running slow as it’s reading T-minus 20 seconds one minute and 49 seconds after the one minute timer started. (did you follow that?)

We switch back to the chopper where Spidey has finished tying up the Chameleon with webbing. (obviously the Chameleon got beat up off-camera where no parents could object) Spidey then grabs a megaphone and calls to the others.

7 Little Superheroes, get together gang...Swing on my spider-line cuz there’s gonna be a bang!

(No shit! It should have happened over a minute ago!)

The heroes fly off, abandoning poor Ms. Lion!

(The timer should have gone off a minute and sixteen seconds ago. The Chameleon really needs to not skimp on his timers next time) Firestar realizes they forgot the dog.

Spidey takes aim and shoots a line, snaring Ms. Lion and pulling her to safely as the explosives go off a minute and thirty-five seconds late!

The web-slinger give Ms. Lion the props she deserves for giving the heroes an unexpected edge as we fade out.

I really wonder what this tale would look like today with (limited) violence being allowed in televised animated programming. While Marvel obviously wouldn’t kill anyone, they could put the heroes in dire peril enough to take them out of action without seeming as contrived.

#marvel #spider-man #animation #Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends #iceman #Firestar #doctor strange #sub-mariner #captain america #who is shanna again?#i hate reruns #Fan Colored Glasses

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catbowserauthor · 6 years ago

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A few more Hobbit thoughts, mainly Bilbo and Thorin, and a small snippet of a probable story

So, I'm working on my next few pieces for my Hobbit AU and something popped up that I have been thinking about a while. Now, don't get me wrong, I love to see awkward Thorin. It's adorable. Seeing a King put out of his element is great...

Having said that though, something I see a lot in fanfiction is that Thorin is utterly clueless when it comes to children, especially a little Frodo whereas Bilbo takes to it like a fish to water. Again, I like these stories because they always have some awesome cute and bonding moments.

But honestly? I think it would be reversed.

Thorin, at least by most fan (and the movie's backdrop, possibly the book's) standards helped to raise Fili and Kili. Several of the actors stated that Thorin has developed a "father-like" relationship with his nephews. Given that dwarves appear to age slower than Men or Hobbits (at least by most fan interpretations as we have no canon on how they actually age, save they live to be around 250) and value the children they do have like gold, Thorin should probably be old hat at this. I'd imagine a Hobbit child would be much easier than a Dwarf child.

Then, we have Bilbo, who while an awesome character is the definition of a major introvert. Heck, in the books, he states that he uses his magic ring to avoid social situations. It doesn't look like he has much interactions with other Hobbits before his adventure, let alone Hobbit children. By the time Frodo is orphaned originally, he has developed some skills but I still stand by the fact that he would be a novice at best!

I'd love to see more stories where it's Thorin showing Bilbo the ropes.

Dabbled in it a bit....

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All of this had been planned so well. Bilbo had made plans for Thorin’s arrival, taking into account the Dwarf King’s horrific (or non-existent) sense of direction. By all accounts, Frodo should have been back with Primula and Drogo a whole day before his old friend arrived.

That was not what had happened.

For probably the first and only time in his life, Thorin had arrived early and with nary a bit of trouble locating Bag End. Per his explanation, he had seen no reason to stop one eve, given he was quite energetic and pursued onward through the night, cutting almost two days from his journey. It had resulted in him arriving late in the evening, not two hours after Primula had dropped off Frodo.

So much for Bilbo’s well-laid plans.

Yes, yes, he had been looking forward to this visit but now he was very much tempted to strangle his old friend with his own braids. The infernal dwarf was laughing at him. He was! Standing in the shadow of the doorframe, watching his struggle with a twinkle in his eyes, a rumbling chest and occasionally taking a drag from his pipe. Even in his sleeping slacks and night tunic, the blasted dwarf managed to look intimidating and Bilbo Baggins did not appreciate being laughed at. Not one bit.

Snarling, if just a bit, Bilbo countered “Well, Mister-Informed, feel free to try your hand at this!”

Putting out his pipe and laying it on the table, Thorin remarked, surprisingly, “Alright.”

The Hobbit was forced to admit that he had not anticipated this response. However, he was willing to relent and let his friend try. Perhaps then he would stop this laughter! Let’s see how the dwarf felt when he was the one on the receiving end of the faunt’s protests. Everyone knew it was far easier to criticize than correct! While still keeping a hand on the baby’s chest to prevent him from falling, Bilbo gave a simple nod to his friend as he approached. The blasted dwarf wasn’t even looking at him or the baby! He was looking around the room as if an answer to the predicament would appear.

Thorin knelt, scooping up something from the bag Primula had left and approached, dropping to one knee to make the process easier. His large hand replaced Bilbo’s and he inquired in that deep voice “His name is Frodo, yes?”

Nodding in response, Bilbo stepped back and he was rather astounded at what followed.

Thorin Oakenshield had always been a rather gruff and stern figure but as he looked down at the infant faunt that was barely as large as his hand, the King Under the Mountain smiled and it was a smile that spread through his face and up to his eyes. His gravelly voice softened significantly and one finger gently poked Frodo in the nose, “Ah, little Frodo, I know this is hardly fun for any of us…” he paused, dropped his voice and oh, was that…yes, that…he was heightening it! “But, would you look here?” The Dwarf King twirled his fingers, producing the small brightly colored plush flower he had retrieved from Primula’s bag. “Look at that, just for you, my lad!”

With the colored plush less than an inch from his face, Frodo’s eyes lit up. His attention was focused and little gummy hands reached up and grasped the stuffed item, immediately bringing it to his mouth, intent on exploring it with his gums. With the faunt’s attention occupied, his squirming ceased.

Thorin, with far more precision than Bilbo was aware any being possessed, let alone a dwarf with such large hands, took this opportunity to wipe the little faunt down with a dampened cloth that Bilbo had laid by the table, dry him, and then with nary a pause in his procedure, wrap the lad within new layers of cloth. All of this was done within a few seconds and then the chuckling king was scooping the child up and settling him in Bilbo’s astounded arms. He cleaned up the table, again with such detailed precision, before heading towards the washroom.

Bilbo, the now quiet faunt happily chewing on his toy, still in his arms, followed.

“Thorin…” He inquired, softly. “I…when…since when do you know such about infants?”

Loud, boisterous laughter greeted him as Thorin rubbed his hands down with soap and water. “Oh, you know little, Bilbo Baggins. That is hardly the first nappy I’ve changed in my life nor is little Frodo the worst. I’d wager that Fili was far worse. Kicked and screamed as though you were killing him, he would. I also suspect that when my Kili finally settles on his one and sires the children he wants so desperately, I will be showing him the same tricks.”

Eyes wide, the gentlehobbit of Bag End inquired “I…did not know dwarven men took such a hand on rearing their young.” He rubbed his neck nervously, hoping he had not offended him. Much as they knew one another and as well as they got along, there were still aspects of one another’s culture that were alien. “Among hobbits, while we certainly love our little ones so, it is primarily the women that tend the child-bearing tasks, especially these kinds of matters. My father was much more an educator and potential playmate.”

“Dwarf children are very rare, Mister Baggins,” Thorin provided as answer, “When we are blessed with some, it would hardly be appropriate to place the majority of the burden on our dwarrowdams.” Pausing, he added “Though, yes, our ones usually do take over such tasks as nursing and bathing and the like.”

Raising a brow, Bilbo asked “But not you, Thorin?”

Smiling that warm smile of his again, the dwarf shook his head, stepping out to stand by his friend and smile at the contented faunt. “Aye, not me, Mister Baggins. I decided early on, back when my sister first announced she carried a babe within her, that whether her husband was involved or not, I would be.”

#the hobbit movies #the hobbit fandom #The Hobbit movies had potential #The Hobbit movies AU #everyone lives and no one dies #Post BOTFA AU #Thorin Oakenshield #bilbo baggins #thorin and bilbo #Uncle Thorin #bagginshield #thorin is a good uncle #Thorin knows more about parenting than he gets credit for #oblivious Bilbo #for a change of pace

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ijustwant2write · 5 years ago

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You'll Outlive Her-Thorin Oakenshield x Reader x Company

(GIF credit to @riepu10)

Requested by anonymous: ‘hiii. a thorin x the company x fem!reader (21 years old). the reader tells the company about humans’ short life span (75-85 years old) and they freak out telling her they’re going to protect her and all that. very fluffy please & thank you!!’

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader (platonic), Bilbo Baggins x Reader (platonic), all of the company x Reader (platonic), Gandalf x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Mentions of death, but a majority is fluff

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(Y/N) could feel how sore her body was as the company continued riding, having done so for a whole day already. They had travelled far today, making good process. She had never imagined herself on a quest such as this, especially with dwarves. Although she was a human, (Y/N) had been surprisingly welcomed to the company, but not without slight disdain from Thorin; she could understand his feelings, she was not of their kind, she didn’t know what it was like to lose a home like that. Gandalf had recruited her (and she was a vast contrast to Bilbo) because of her skills in fighting, and the fact that her family had been nomads helped with journeys such as this.

The dwarves were kind to her. There had been no prejudice against her being a woman, and she had learnt that a lot of their women were fierce like her, it was a dwarfish custom. It was easy to joke with them, there had been banter amongst the group about Bilbo when he joined, and once he loosened up, he could be fun at times too. Naturally, the other thing that separated (Y/N) from the company (excluding Gandalf), was her height. (Y/N) wasn’t a tall girl per say, but the men were all smaller than her, giving (Y/N) the upper hand when they started teasing her about something; it always shut them up.

“I spy with my little eye...” Ori called out, followed by a round of groans from everyone else.

“Do you not tire of this game?” Bofur moaned.

“There’s nothing else to do!”

“We’re on a quest lad, what did you think we would be doing?”

“Go on, Ori,” (Y/N) smirked, knowing that it would annoy everyone else,“what do you see?”

“OK, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with...G!”

“Is it grass?”

When he didn’t reply, she looked back over my shoulder, giggling when she saw his head hanging low.“Don’t worry Ori, there’s not a lot to spot out here.”

Ori smiled slightly, mesmerised by (Y/N)’s own smile before she faced the front again. Dori noticed his brother’s blushing cheeks, leaning over as much as he could whilst staying on his pony.

“Stop that! She’s a human, you’re a dwarf.” he simply said.

“I wasn’t thinking of anything!” Ori defended himself.

The sounds around them were peaceful, it brought tranquility to their minds. They were riding through a forest, the gentle wind making the leaves above them rustle, the occasional chirping of birds joined, and the horses hooves were muffled against the worn out path they were riding on. Despite the company being relatively calm, (Y/N) noticed Bilbo’s expression, and how silent he had been.

“Are you alright, Bilbo?” (Y/N) asked, her voice quieter.

“Hm?” he had been broken out of a trance.“Oh, um, yes, yes, um, I’m fine.”

She sadly smiled at him.“You’re missing home, aren’t you?”

He sighed.“A little. It would have been the easy choice to stay at home and carry on doing the same thing everyday. But something made me choose to accompany Thorin on his quest. And I hope I made the right choice.”

“You’ll figure that out for yourself, soon enough.”

“We need to find somewhere to sleep for the night.” Thorin announced.“Everyone be on the lookout for a good place to shelter.”

Once they had found a safe enough place to stay, the company began dismounting their ponies/horses, and setting up their camp. Food was being prepared, makeshift beds were being made, and those sent out to patrol the area had already left. They were situated in a tiny clearing in the woods, with enough trees and bushes to conceal them. The fire was lit, and everyone instinctively huddled closer, feeling the chill that the evening brought as the sun set.

(Y/N) thanked Nori as he handed her a bowl of stew, and she sat on her bed, pulling a blanket tighter around her. The bowl provided more heat to her cold hands, the smell of food causing her stomach to rumble loudly. As she ate, she glanced around, smiling at the sight. These men were so determined to complete this quest, it made her feel motivated to help them. She thought back to one of the first nights they all had together, when Balin had recited the story of how the leader of the company became Thorin Oakenshield. (Y/N) had never met someone with a royal background, but had heard that they were snobs, and turned up their nose at anyone they deemed less than them. Despite Thorin’s first impression, (Y/N) had a feeling it wasn’t him. For someone to be like that, they would have had to have gone through something traumatic; she knew his story now, and it made him seem stronger, powerful, a true leader.

“Where’s Thorin?” (Y/N) asked Bombur who was sat beside her.

He shrugged before diving into his bowl. She scoffed a laugh, shaking her head as she finished off her own meal. Her eyes scanned around the camp, subconsciously counting the dwarves, making sure they were all there. Fili and Kili had just come back from patrol, almost racing towards the food as they reported that they hadn’t seen anything. (Y/N) almost wanted to ask if they knew where Thorin was, but didn’t.

“You know what,” Bofur said, getting everyone’s attention,“we still don’t know that much about you (Y/N).”

“Well, I suppose I have heard everything I can about all of you. What is it that you wish to know?”

“Where were you born? What were you like growing up? Why did you like to fight?”

(Y/N) laughed as he continued asking questions.“You know, come to think of it, I’ve lived a pretty simple life up until now.”

“A simple life? Really?” Balin said.

“Yes. I actually don’t know where I was born. My family never stayed in one place, they were completely free spirits, and when mother gave birth to me, we were travelling in the back of a caravan, with my father helping her, and my auntie and uncle riding up front. So they never really knew where we were when I was born."

There were a few chuckles from the group. She grinned and continued.

"All my family taught me how to fight, each of them with a specific skill. They said it was to keep me safe, that if we all knew how to fight, we could defend each other. Not that anything actually happened."

"Have you ever been in a fight?" Kili asked.

"Yes, a few times, but I was never the one to start them. I was always looking out for someone."

"That seems very like you lass." Bofur added.

"Although I was travelling, I haven't seen a lot in my life. We circled sometimes, meeting up with old friends. But as I myself grew older, I noticed how my parents didn't want to move as much. They rested more frequently. And I realised that I was the one in my prime, I was the one who had to be the leader. And I guess...I guess when I became the only one left of my family, I seeked new adventures. Something that would make them proud."

"How old were they? When they died?" Bilbo was careful how he said it.

"Hm, they all must have been in their eighties. I think father reached ninety-four actually!"

Everyone's eyes were wide, mouths agape as they stared at her. She felt uncomfortable with the attention, wondering why they all looked so shocked.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You poor thing." Nori breathed out.

"Th-thank you?"

"Losing your parents at such a young age...If you don't mind me asking, was it natural or...?" Dori said.

"Yes, it was natural. They were healthy for the most age. Old age caught up to them. Why is everyone looking at me like that?"

"My dear friends," Gandalf spoke up, smoking from his pipe,"you must understand that unfortunately humans have a much shorter lifespan that dwarves do."

"So, how old do you live to?" Fili asked.

(Y/N) thought for a moment."Usually eighty to ninety years old if you're healthy. I have heard of some people miraculously living to the age of one hundred!"

The company shared a concerned look with each other, worrying (Y/N). Why was this such a big deal?

"Do you know how long dwarves live for?" Thorin suddenly appeared, making everyone whip their heads towards him.

(Y/N) nodded."You can live up to two hundred and fifty years old, sometimes older."

"Doesn't that frighten you?" Ori asked.

"Well, no. It's just how life works. I suppose it would be great to live for that long, but at the same time, you age the same as I, though in different ways...that made more sense in my head." she quickly laughed, though no one else joined.

"And...how old are you now?" Kili's voice was quieter.

"I'm twenty-one."

"Twnety one?!" multiple people exclaimed, fussing over how young (Y/N) was.

Her head was running wild, trying to take everything in. They were all asking her so many questions, some she could not answer. She spotted Bilbo attempting to calm them down, but he was too quiet.

"Let me put this into perspective, for all of you!" Gandalf snapped, causing silence."Dwarves are thought to reach maturity at the age of forty, for humans that is twenty. They live the same lives as many of us, just in a shorter time, which is why they always seem to be in a rush with everything."

"You need to be more careful lass." Dwalin announced.

"Yes, we really should be taking better care of you." Bofur agreed.

"I'll protect you (Y/N), I'm not scared!" Ori puffed out his chest.

This was followed by everyone's proclaimations of chivalry, all protesting over what they could do to make her feel safer. Instead of being offended or made to feel weak, she felt loved. She hadn't had many friends since her family died, and had been apprehensive to join a group of strangers. All of this was just too much, it was an emotional moment.

"You don't all have to worry about me. You know I can handle things myself." (Y/N) gushed.

"Doesn't mean you have to." Thorin said, though there was no warm expression on his face."Don't think you have to prove yourself and get you or someone else killed."

He slumped off after he spoke, leaving the company in silence once again. The conversation slowly built back up, the attention still on (Y/N), but Bilbo saw how she was getting upset. Gandalf smiled to himself as he watched the hobbit steer the topic of conversation away from her, glad to have someone with a level head.

Elsewhere, Thorin was leaning against a tree, his hands on his sword as a precaution. He heard footsteps, slow and heavy ones, and he only had to peak his head around the tree to spot Balin. The older dwarf sadly smiled, placing a hand on a tree to steady himself.

"You know, it's not wise to storm off by yourself." Balin half joked.

"I did not storm off."

"I think others might say different Thorin."

Thorin didn't reply.

"They might see it as your usual self. But I can see that look in your eye."

"And what look would that be?"

"You will deny it as soon as I speak it."

"I promise, I shall listen."

Balin raised an eyebrow at him, sighing before he spoke."You have grown fond of the girl. She's a fighter, she's kind and she's smart; (Y/N) didn't come on this quest for her own glory, she came to help us return home."

Thorin did stay silent, because he knew that Balin was right.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you can't let yourself fall for her. For one, you cannot be distracted whilst on this quest, two, she is a human and three...well, being a dwarf, you'll easily outlive her. We all will unfortunately."

"I won't."

"What?"

"I won't fall for her. I haven't been falling for her in the first place."

Balin knew this was the response he would receive. Even though Thorin was denying it, Balin could tell that in his head, he was still thinking about her. And that was a problem.

"You've been through enough pain Thorin. Don't bring more onto yourself." Balin left him with that, making his way back to the camp.

Although Thorin had removed himself from the camp to also remove a certain girl from his thoughts. They weren't sexual, or anything to do with love. He cared for her like a younger sister. Of course, he had been taken back by his beauty (dwarvish women could almost be mistaken for the men), but that wasn't important to him at the time. What Balin said about her was true. She was a selfless human, which was more than he could say about the rest of her kind. He hadn't known how short their lives were, and he wondered why she had chosen to live hers like this, with them. She could be exploring new places by herself, with no one to stop her. Perhaps she would meet another traveller on the way and fall in love, start her own family and move around the world just as her parents did. Though he wouldn't gain any answers like this, he wanted to ensure that she survived this journey, that she was there forbthe glory. She deserved as much as the dwarves this, and with that thought, he solemnly sweared to keep her alive.

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idjitlili · 4 years ago

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Hi its me! Could you write something for the cinnamon roll known as Lindir?

I'm gonna put some dirt in your eye

Lindir x elf!reader

Summary:growing up as Gandalf's adopted daughter ,being apart of the company only to pass through Rivendell,only to joke about doing your best friend,Lindir.

Word count:1200+

It was no secret that Gandalf wasnt your real father, you both looked nothing a like. However this didnt stop him loving you like you were his actual child,you werent sure if wizard could have children. You wondered if he ever got horny,it disturbed you but you did wonder. Anyways you didnt know your parents ,they were killed by orcs ,Gandalf found you crying as babe ,and thats all you know. You were an elf ,mostly Thorin didnt like that very much when he found out.

So how you ended up in the company of Thorin Oakenshield was; simply because Gandalf didnt want to leave you with the elves again ,or leave you at home where you could be in more danger.

You were more than capable of defending yourself,due to your many vists with Elrond they had trained you very well. You also became best friends with Lindir since he was responsible for most of your training ,plus being your tutor. Lindir was also abandoned as a child but was taken in by Elrond. He grew to become a marchwaden.

Lindir was a kind soul,nothing like the elf which lived in greenwood ,suck up assbutt's in your opinion. Don't get me started on Thranduil with those slug eyebrows,his son looks older than him,he has a stick shoved right up his anus.

Lindir didnt really like having to talk to strangers or infront of large crowds,he was shy,but he wouldn't let anyone know thing. However you did know,you felt exactly the same. Lindir was pretty much your only friend growning up,you weren't social compared to the other elves.

Oh god the first time you had gotten a little drunk with Lindir was at feast wherethey were handing out wine ,keep in mind Gandalf was out of town ,and you had stolen a bottle ans dragged Lindir to your balcony to drink it. Of course the elvish stuff it doesnt take alot for you to get drunk.

After that you had both snuck out to a river and with that Lindir just wanted to splash his feet in the side. However you had a different idea,whilst he wasnt looking you had stripped yourself from dress before jumping in. He was too busy looking at his bare feet ,when he had looked up and seen you swimming about in just your underclothes.

"y/n! Get out now,thats dangerous." he had scolded you ,pulling his shoes back on.

"ppft. g-gonna put some dirt in your eye." you sassed the ellon,swimming closer to him only for him to pull you out with ease,onto your feet.

"damn ,you are so strong,I would like to see whatelse you can do..be the scissors to my dwayne johnson..lin I-" You began to admit some feelings only to fall dizzy in Lindir's arms ,not surprising though,before hand you had jumped on your bed ,parkour. Parkour! you must have been shattered, with that he had carried your wet body in his coat to your room. Setting the fireplace a light,placing you in bed with like a million blankets because you were soaking but he didnt want to undress you. In hopes you would warm up.

Aways he was gentleman,and the bestfriend you could ever ask for. Back to now you were in Rivendell with the company of thorin oakenshield.You had been greeted by Lindir ,who simply sent a nod your way not wanting to anger the dwarves ,if they knew of your close friendship,and soon enough elrond arrived and was like who's hungry.

In which ended up with you sat next to kili ,who sat next to Bofur ,Kili seemed to admire the elves. You picked at the salad ,wheres the lembas bread or chips ,you could do with some potatoes right about now.

"Cant say I fancy myself an elf too thin,high cheekbones not enough facial hair." he spoken up to avoid Dwalins and Thorin killer gazes. "Though that one isnt bad." he gestured to Feren an male ellon,you had giggled ,Bofur nudged him "that is not an elf maiden." Dwalin smirked ,causing the company to burst out with laughter. Kili's cheeks boomed red from embarassment,you patted his back as the laughter died down.

"if it helps ,I know which ellon ,I would rough," you spoke smirking eyeing Lindir who looked back at you confused,you know he heard , you just hope Gandalf didn't ,you look at him and hes still in deep conversation with Elrond ,thank valar. "and who is that miss y/n?" fili had piped up from down the table.

"the brunette elf next to elrond," you had faced away when you finished ,blushing a little pretending to look at the trees.

Yes it was no lie that you had deep feels for the ellon for many ,many years,but you did not know he felt exactly the same. The whole company had turned to lindir ,some in disgust mostly thorin ,dwalin,others smirking,some blank. Lindir had just smirked knowing you were up to something seeing your posture and gesture when avoiding his gaze.

"I bet you five coins lass,you wont do anything about it," Bofur had suggested ,the dwarves knew you were shy,and soon enough kili,fili,ori many others had bet on this too,bilbo just watched the scene unfold like that star trek meme ,you know the shocked face. Thorin didnt bet ,not wanting incourage you.

"okay,I accepted." and with that you smirked at the company then looking at Lindir who looked back you with farrowed brows ,as you stood from your seat. Slowly you made your way over to your bestfriend.

"w-what a-" before he could finish you had cupped his cheeks pressing your lips to his soft ones. His face and yours red,knowing your ada had just watched that. "I've wanted to do that for so long." the dwarves look on in shock,not really bilbo or balinbut most of them.

"as have I" he spoke ,you just sent him a wide grin before returning to your seat. "pay up lads." you held your hands out gesturing your pay. "you knew him before this,right?" bilbo questioned you cheekily. "yeah,he was my only friend growning up,i guess he's more now..." your face still red ,your legs shaking you couldnt believe you had just done that. "well lads pay up ,shes got more balls than you gave her credit for." Th0rin commanded ,it was no lie that you had made him hate elves that little bit less.

IN which finally confessing your feelings ,got you a pay check. Yeah you are so bodaciously epic you say Thorin and kili and fili and have a date. You are totally excellent. You meet up with Lindir not very long after the battle of the five armies,and not that many years later you get married in which the whole company come,Bilbo is your maid of honour. Of course Gandalf excepts Lindir as his son in law ,seeing you both grow up together plus he's an angel.

#lindir #lindir x reader #lindir x #lindir imagine #lindir imagines #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x #the hobbit imagines #the hobbit #hobbit x reader #hobbit x #hobbit imagines #hobbit imagine

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writingfromkitchenator · 4 years ago

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Fili ~ A (Not) So Wonderful Idea

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Requested by @fantasticallytragical (Thank you Tumblr tags)

Words: 1,251

Warnings: Female Reader, fluff, slight sexual references, brief mention of fighting, threat of parental figure disappointment

“Fili and Kili, watch the ponies. Make sure that you stay with them.”

You caught Fili’s slight sink in his shoulders, his gaze briefly meeting yours, even as you smiled empathetically. The two of you knew it would be like this, that the time you could spend with each other would be limited, and you’d warned Fili multiple times of it.

It seemed though, that Fili hadn’t quiet been prepared for it to be this bad.

You refrained from giggling as Thorin doesn’t miss the look, grumbling under his breath as he shakes his head and steps away. In his eyes, this had been a bad idea, and yet you still came along anyway, more than ready for whatever this journey was going to throw at you, whether it be grouchy future in-laws or dragons, you liked to think that you could handle yourself.

Fili’s reaction weighed on your mind, and you weren’t going to deny to yourself that you wanted some time alone with him too, so when, by chance, the opportunity came up to sneak away, you did so.

“Go on Fili,” Kili was saying as you approached quietly. “I can watch the ponies, it doesn’t take two of us. Go and find Y/N.”

“I can’t,” Fili said, exasperated. “If I walk out there, Thorin will think something is wrong.”

“Then get her attention, get her to walk away.”

“Oh, like that isn’t going to be obvious.” Fili grumbled. “No, I’m just going to have to deal with it.”

Kili sighs. “Fili, the two of you haven’t had any sort of break since all this started. Things are quiet, take the chance and go and see her, spend some time together.”

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” You said, making both brothers jump as you step out, grinning at them. “Assuming you are more than capable of watching the ponies by yourself Kili?”

He snorts and grins. “Come on Y/N, give me some credit, I’m trying to set the two of you up again.”

You chuckle and then hold your hand to Fili. “Come on, before he starts rubbing that in our faces again.”

Fili smiles, his shoulders relaxing, and takes your hand, letting you lead him deeper into the woods, away from the others, no matter how much some part of him told him this wasn’t the wisest decision.

After a little while, he got tired of walking and pulled you two him, causing you to giggle as he quickly captures your lips with his, firmly pressing you against the nearest tree, a smile on his lips.

“Anyone would think you’ve been wanting to do that?” You teased as he broke away for a moment, making him chuckle softly.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Fili kisses you softly, letting his lips hover above yours. “I thought it used to be difficult to get you alone at home, but this takes the cake. Anyone would think that they don’t want us to be together.”

You rest your arms around his neck. “I think it’s more that they don’t want any unexpected surprises before we’re wed. We can’t have a royal scandal after all.”

Fili holds your gaze, before the two of you broke into giggles, foreheads resting against each other. “You’re going to get us both into trouble, I hope you know that?”

“Good thing I like trouble then.” You don’t let him answer that, instead pulling him back into a firmer kiss, one that quickly got away from the two of you.

It was as hands began to wonder towards the buckles of your armour, that a noise made the two of you stop and listen. Whatever it was, was large and moving rather quickly through the forest, until the unmistakable sound of terrified ponies reached your ears.

Fili groaned. “Oh no…do I even want to go and find out what happened?”

“And leave Kili to whatever that was?” You asked, making his face pale.

The two of you moved quickly, but by the time the two of you found out what was going on, the rest of the company was there too, having been called over by Kili, Bilbo in trouble with three monstrous trolls.

There was no missing Thorin’s furious look at the two of you, making Fili wince, but it was all pushed aside as the company leapt into action.

It didn’t exactly go to plan. While Bilbo was initially rescued, and he’d managed to rescue the several ponies the trolls had taken too, he then ended up recaptured, and all of you had to make the call on what to do about it. There was no way that you could let the poor hobbit die in such a horrible manner, so everyone laid down their arms.

Then it was your turn to be worried, watching Fili be turned over and over on a spit. Squirming in the bag did little, the knots tied far too well, and listening to the trolls discuss how they were going to exactly eat you all, wasn’t helping the anxiety levels. You regretted not being more careful, of letting yourself wander away with Fili; you felt that if the two of you had been there, this could’ve been prevented, at least to this extreme.

Thankfully, Bilbo ended up saving them all, distracting the trolls enough until the sun came up and Gandalf returned, a quick round of cheers going around as they turned to stone.

Once freed though, there was no missing the look of Thorin’s, and several others, disapproval.

Fili braced himself with a sigh. “Listen guys, listen, I wish I could make an excuse for myself, but I cannot. Take it out on me though, leave Y/N out this.”

“Fili-”

“No Y/N, it’s only because of me that we left Kili-”

“After I came and found you-”

“And I still went with you,” His look at you was determined, and you knew he wanted to take the full fall of this. “So this is my fault.”

“Or it could’ve happened anyway,” Kili piped up quickly, earning a look from Thorin. “Honestly, I don’t think it would’ve helped even if all of us had been there.”

There was a tense moment, Fili almost thinking that his brother was going to cop a mouthful as well, before Thorin sighed and looked back at the two of you seriously.

“Just please be more careful,” he grumbled. “There is a time and place for everything, just as there is a reason that we go on watch in pairs or groups.”

Fili nods slowly. “Yes Uncle, it won’t happen again.”

Thorin nods and walks away, dropping it, quickly making the several other unimpressed dwarfs huff and shake their heads, quickly following after him.

Fili lets out a slow sigh of relief. “I thought we were done for.”

Kili grins at him. “He wasn’t going to argue when he knew I was right.”

You can’t help but chuckle at this and the spark of mischief in Kili’s eyes. “Careful what you say next Fili, his head might just grow a bit bigger.”

Fili grins. “Like I don’t know my brother by now, I’m not going to give him that satisfaction.”

Kili pretends to look hurt. “You two are spoiling my fun.”

“Are we? What a shame.”

“You can join the club of disappointment for the day.”

Fili looks at you and starts laughing, one which you quickly join in, Kili unable to help his grin, even as he shakes his head.

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d3-iseefire · 4 years ago

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Little Swan Lost Chapter 36

“Well?” The king’s sharp voice broke the silence and Bilba jumped. She hadn’t realized that she’d frozen, her mental faculties completely abandoning her.

It shouldn’t have surprised her, she thought bitterly. This was how it always went, wasn’t it? She was so certain she could handle things, so confident of any confrontation and then it happened and she just…. fell apart.

She’d almost had it, once. A month ago, now, though it felt like an eternity. Back when she’d so boldly marched into her grandfather’s office to demand an explanation about why he’d dragged her away from her performance.

Time spent away from her family had blurred the pain of her past, softened the sharp edges and pushed the worst of it deep inside where her mind could more easily pretend it never happened. The woman who’d marched into her grandfather’s office had been a product of those years, so close to the person she might have been had her parents never died.

So confident, and all of it had been stripped away in an instant.

Every time she tried to stand up, step out, be someone else, there was always something, someone waiting to knock her back again.

“Are you mute, girl?” Thrain pushed to his feet and slapped a hand on his desk in irritation.

Bilba dug one of her fingernails into the joint of her thumb. “I’m not sure what you’re asking, Your Majesty,” she managed to get out, her voice soft. She could almost feel the bars closing about her again. She liked to think she’d escaped them, but they were always there, not gone, just pushed a little out, ready and waiting to close back in again when she least expected it.

Thrain’s eyes narrowed. “Have you been frigid toward my son?” he demanded. “Have you refused your duty?”

Heat flooded Bilba’s face, partly from humiliation and partly from irritation that Thrain simply assumed the fault was entirely hers. Thorin was the one openly running about with his ex-fiancée and yet she was somehow the problem?

A calculating look entered Thrain’s eyes and a shiver ran down Bilba’s spine. The expression was reminiscent of her grandfather, never in public of course, but in private when it was just the two of them and there was no need for the mask.

“You are capable of conception, are you not?” Thrain asked curtly. “I have heard of your…antics in Shire. Either you are more careful than your character would credit, or your grandfather has sent me a defective princess.” His voice, if possible, grew colder and a strange, almost manic look entered his eyes. “Is that it, then? The reason your grandfather was so adamant about this marriage? Did he seek to undermine my throne by ensuring I would have no heir?”

Bilba’s breathing grew short as the scathing words pierced her like blades. She desperately wanted to point out that she’d only been married to Thorin a month, that he was the one causing problems not her and, the most obvious fact of all, that Thrain had no less than four male heirs at his disposal which meant his throne was anything but in jeopardy.

She wanted to say all that, but the words froze in her throat, because all she could see was her grandfather. His face, his voice, and the actions he’d taken to ensure she never crossed him. There had been no one to help her back then, and no one to help her now.

At least in Shire, horrible as it had been, she’d known where she stood. She’d known that no matter what, her grandfather would at least stop short of killing her. He needed her, for his audience and, later, for this farce of a marriage he’d forced her into.

She had no such assurances of safety here. Misstep, forget her place, falsely believe she’d escaped as she’d so stupidly let herself think in Shire for those few short years…and the consequences could be a thousand times worse than anything her grandfather had ever done.

She clasped her hands in front of her, careful not to clench them into fists, and lowered her eyes to the surface of the desk. “I know of nothing in my personal, or family, history that would suggest an issue with…conception.”

She stumbled over the last word, and felt her face grow hot again as humiliation flooded her. This was the last thing she wanted to be discussing with someone, let alone Thrain.

At the same time, her mind couldn’t help but catch on the word conception. Conception meant a baby, Thorin’s baby. A baby who would have a father that openly loved another woman. A baby with her grandfather and Thrain as family. With relatives like Beatrice and her aunts on one side, and the Durins who couldn’t stand her on the other.

With her as the mother.

“Could you be any more stupid?”

“Trust Bilba to screw up the simplest things.”

“Take some pride in your appearance. You dress like a commoner.”

“That dress is far too short. You dress like a tramp.”

“No one will want you if you don’t shape up, Bilba. Why can’t you be more like Beatrice? She at least makes an effort.”

Her aunts had been wrong on that last one at least, Bofur had wanted her.

Or, at least…he had.

The words wormed their way into the base of her brain, spoken in a tone that sounded suspiciously like that of her Aunt Lobelia. Bofur had wanted her, before he really got to know her…

Would he have gotten tired of her? Had he gotten tired of her, and simply been too kind to say so?

Was he relieved she was gone?

Thrain had gone completely still, staring at her as if seeing her for the first time. “Were you not checked before being chosen?” His voice was deceptively calm, and Bilba felt a chill run down her spine. Her grandfather would get like that, outwardly calm when he was inwardly seething.

“I’ve had medical exams before.” One very recently, in fact. Thrain seemed unaware of the injuries Thorin had sustained rescuing her, a fact for which she was extremely grateful. She didn’t want to know how he’d react to such news.

“Is this it then?” Thrain asked. “Why your grandfather was so adamant I marry one of his granddaughters to my heir?”

Bilba gaped in confusion. “Your Majesty?”

Thrain made a slicing motion with his arm and then slammed the desk a second time. “Gerontious!” He roared, face nearly purpling with sudden rage. Bilba tensed as he rounded his desk and advanced on her, pushing a finger in her face. “This is his plan, isn’t it? He seeks to undermine me, prevent my line from continuing!”

Bilba crossed her arms and tried not to look like she was leaning away from him. A low sense of panic began to beat in the back of her mind. This wasn’t her grandfather; she didn’t know how to navigate his rages. The right words to say to placate him.

She didn’t know the ways in which he would take out his anger on her.

Thrain spun away from her suddenly, and she flinched at the sudden movement. An almost otherworldly sense of detachment began to fall over her, allowing her to observe the scene almost as if she were somewhere else.

She really wanted to be somewhere else.

Thrain dropped into his chair and slapped a button on his desk. A voice that sounded vaguely familiar answered, and Thrain began speaking in rapid, clipped Khuzdul, the native language of Erebor.

The other voice answered in the same language and the two began to engage in what sounded like an argument, words flying back and forth so fast that Bilba doubted she’d have understood even if she’d been fluent in the language.

Thrain slapped the button again, cutting the other person off mid-word and settled back in his seat, the wood cracking loudly in the silent room. “Go to Oin,” he said flatly, that strange calm once more draping over him like a shroud. “He will establish your suitability.”

Behind her, the door opened with a rush of air and Bilba turned to see two guards she didn’t recognize step inside the room.

Thrain must have summoned them somehow for he waved a hand at her as if shooing an insect. “They will escort you in case you attempt to circumvent my command.” His eyes darkened and he barked an order that had Soren appearing from somewhere in the corridor as if he’d sprouted from the floor itself.

“Escort her to Oin,” he ordered. He glowered at her. “Nori will meet you there to witness and ensure my orders are followed.”

A mix of both hot and cold washed over Bilba at the mention of the palace Spymaster. Images of a small, dark room and a deep, hollow voice stirred in her mind and she had to bite back a whimper.

She barely noticed one of the guards taking her by the arm to lead her out of the room. The guards always took her by the arm to lead her places she didn’t want to go. It barely registered that it was even happening to her, like she’d stepped out of her own body and was watching things happen to someone else.

It wasn’t until they were halfway down the hall that her head began to pound, and her stomach clenched with nausea. Her heartrate spiked, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. She pulled away, or perhaps staggered away from the guard holding her and collapsed against the wall, mouth open as she gasped for breath. She sank to a crouch, arms wrapped around herself. She couldn’t seem to stop shaking, and black spots swam in her vision.

She didn’t want to be here. They were going to hurt her. They were going to lock her in the tower again. She’d have to go see the Spymaster. She hated the guards, hated them. They were supposed to protect her, but they never did. Not once. No one ever did. It was just her, always just –

Hands grabbed her shoulders, and Bilba jerked. She’d put her head down on her knees, arms wrapped around her legs, and her head snapped up so fast that she cracked it into the wall behind her. Pain bloomed through the base of her skull, and tears rushed to her eyes as her emotions proved entirely unable to handle it.

Ori, she recognized through her blurring vision, it was Ori in front of her. The other woman was talking, but Bilba couldn’t hear her through the roaring in her head. Ori gave her a light shake and Bilba focused on the movement of the other woman’s lips.

Look at me, Bilba. Come on, look at me. All right, now breathe, okay? Just breathe. In, and out, in and out. That’s it, you can do it. Just focus on me and breathe.

Slowly, the roaring in her ears lessened until she could make out the actual words Ori was saying. Her breathing began to even, and her heartrate started to settle.

She became aware of the fact she was in a hall she didn’t recognize, one that was completely clear of any other people except her, Ori, and Cerys standing several feet further down the hall. Even the guards and Soren were gone, though how Ori had managed that she couldn’t begin to imagine.

“Are you okay?” Ori asked. “What in Durin’s beard did Thrain do to you?”

Bilba didn’t answer. She struggled to her feet, using the wall as a brace. “It’s nothing,” she whispered in a shaky voice. “It’s fine.”

She didn’t want Thrain thinking she was complaining about him. Her grandfather used to accuse her of that, regardless of if she’d done it or not. He’d scream at her and insist she was lying until she broke down and admitted to things she hadn’t done just to get him to stop.

“Sure it’s fine,” Ori grumbled as she wrapped an arm around Bilba’s waist. “That’s why you’re having a panic attack in the hallway.”

“I have to go see Oin,” Bilba mumbled, eyes fixed on her feet. She did her best to not think about why she had to go see Oin, or who else would be there when she arrived. Instead she tried to focus on the faint hope that maybe, just maybe, she would end up being unable to conceive.

If she couldn’t, then the marriage could be annulled, and she could go to Gondor. Her grandfather would never allow it, but she could get there, she was sure, before he ever knew. Thorin would let her. He wouldn’t care where she went, so long as she went. Arwen would let her come, and then maybe she could finally feel safe…assuming her grandfather didn’t come after her and…and…

Her mind derailed as she realized they’d been moving while she’d tried to delude herself, and now they were standing outside the doors she recognized from that last time she’d been there, just after nearly getting Thorin killed.

Funny, how when she’d gotten up that morning, she’d thought the worst she’d have to deal with was breakfast with Ori, and the soreness in her side. Ori’s fingers were accidentally pressing into the bruised area, sending dull bursts of pain cascading through her, but Bilba didn’t comment on it.

The door slid open and they walked in, Ori alongside her and Cerys just behind her. The first person Bilba saw was Nori, standing in the center of the room and, without thinking about it, she unwound her arms to wrap one of them around Ori.

Bilba was surprised by her own reaction. Ori was Nori’s sister, and the wife of the Captain of the Guard. She was the last person Bilba should ever want to turn to. Ori had all the power she could want through her husband and brother, but Bilba seriously doubted she’d use any of it to help her.

All these people, Thorin and Kyra and Ori, had all grown up together. They’d been through the exile, the retaking of the kingdom, through experiences and memories that had bonded them together in an unbreakable way that would never, ever include her.

Perhaps Ori was supporting her right then, but if it ever came down to a choice between an interloping princess and someone Ori had known her entire life, Bilba knew she would lose every time.

“Why are you here?” Ori asked in surprise, eyes narrowing at her brother. “Do you know what Thrain did to upset Bilba?”

“You know how the king can be,” Nori said mildly. He inclined his head toward Bilba. “Your Highness, if you’d head right through that door,” he nodded toward the room where she’d had her original exam. “Dr. Belarius is already waiting.”

“Belarius?” Ori asked in surprise. “Why did you call her in?”

“Her?” The tiniest burst of relief raced through Bilba. She’d rather not do any of this at all but, if she had to, she’d prefer it be a woman.

She hesitated and pulled free from Ori and stepped forward. She started to move toward the door, but stopped again, unsure as Nori stayed where he was.

She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of him. Shire’s Spymaster would have already made some remark or another, innocent on the surface but with some barb so cleverly hidden it was impossible for anyone to say if he’d really intended it.

Nori gave her a surprisingly reassuring smile. “Go ahead, Your Highness. I’ll wait out here.”

Bilba didn’t know how to respond to that. Sure, it looked as if he was doing her a kindness, but she’d lived far too long in the shadow of her grandfather to take anything at face value. The Thrain had ordered him to witness her being tested, did he plan to blackmail her with the fact he hadn’t?

Yavanna, but she’d forgotten how it was to be around royalty and their retainers. It wasn’t just watching everything she said and did, but everything everyone else said and did as well. It was like a chess game where she constantly had to be five steps ahead, and every misstep was punished.

It was exhausting. She wanted to go back to bed. It was the only time she could truly escape from it all, off into a dream where royalty and her grandfather didn’t exist, and she was back with Rosie and Bofur again.

Nori didn’t appear inclined to give her any indication of his motivation so, with a sigh, she turned and walked through the doors into the small room beyond.

The faster she could get through this the sooner it could be over with and behind her.

And maybe, just maybe, she could start packing to go to Gondor.

Or just…go back to sleep.

For just a little while.

***

Ori smiled brightly as Bilba vanished.

The second the doors slid close the smile dropped off her face, and she whirled to face her brother. “Start talking.”

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thebeethathums · 6 years ago

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An Adventure - 16

Pairing: Bilbo Baggins x Reader

A/N: Idk what happened with this chapter... a lot of running I guess. I relied heavily on movie dialogue for this too so credit to the screenwriters of the Hobbit where it is due.

I don’t belong.

That was all Bilbo could think as he lay on the floor of the cave. The only thing keeping him here was you and you didn’t need him, it seemed so plainly obvious to him it was painful. It couldn’t have been further from the truth, Bilbo kept you from your own demons in a way that no one else could, but he didn’t see that so he’d made a decision. This was the end of the road for him, he wasn’t going to be a burden on any of you anymore and he wasn’t cut out for the life of adventure- he was going back to Rivendell.

He waited for everyone to be asleep and then packed his things, pausing before walking out to look to you. You, Fili, and Kili had ended up in what could only be described as a pile with Kili’s head on your stomach and your legs across Fili’s chest. Fili was pulling Kili’s hair in his sleep and you had one hand thrown across Fili’s nose and mouth and the other shoving Kili’s face away as it shifted towards the dangerous territory of your chest. Even with what he was planning, Bilbo couldn’t help but give a soft chuckle at the three of you, messing with each other even in your sleep.

He turned away to weave his way out of the cave, reaching the entrance only to be stopped by Bofur, “Where do you think you're going?”

He turned to face the dwarf, “Back to Rivendell.”

“No. No. You can't turn back now. You're part of the company. You're one of us.” Bofur insisted, a trace of panic seeping into his voice.

Bilbo’s look was that of entirely defeated disbelief, “I'm not now, am I? Thorin said I should have never have come and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door.”

The dwarf looked sympathetic as he soothed, “You're homesick. I understand.”

“No you don't. You don't understand. None of you do. You're Dwarves. Even (F/n) doesn’t. She can’t. You're used to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!” Bilbo quietly snapped, losing himself as all his doubts and pains welled up in his chest. Bofur's expression immediately fell and the hobbit froze, realizing he’d gone too far, “I'm sorry, I didn't...“

The dwarf looked almost forlornly over his companions, stating flatly, “No you're right. We don't belong anywhere,” before turning back to Bilbo, surprisingly amicable as he let him go, “I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do.”

Bilbo moved to leave but Bofur stopped him, nodding to the slight blue glow coming from his short sword, “What’s tha’?”

Gandalf’s words ran through his head, ‘It will glow blue when orcs and goblins are nearby.’ No sooner had the thought passed, the floor gave out beneath them, sending the entire company barreling deep down into the mountain and dumping them into a pile on a rickety looking walkway.

You were immediately swarmed by goblins, shoving as many as you could off the nearby ledge in an attempt to get free, or at least not have the foul things touch you, but its effectiveness was limited as you were dragged off kicking and throwing punches.

The Goblin King was, in a word, revolting.

Fili and Kili tucked you behind them like the protective older brothers you'd come to think of them as, effectively keeping you out of sight as you were shorter and smaller than them. Your brain raced as you tried to think of a way out of this really terrible situation and you called out to Gandalf with your mind even though the link between the two of you rarely worked when it was you calling to him- you just didn’t have the power for that.

Your hair was suddenly around your shoulders when his lackeys were ordered to search you, one of the goblins ripping the clip Elrond had gifted you from where it was keeping up your usual ear-covering bun. Shoving your hair away from your face as your clip was tossed in the pile, the Goblin King demanded the dwarves speak their intentions and you were glad that your friends seemed to have their wits about them as they kept Thorin concealed. After a couple of attempts, you could see the Goblin King wasn’t buying their chatter and made a quick decision, grabbing Kili’s arm to heft him to the front, “I will give you the truth, your highness. My kin and I are traveling to Dunland to meet with the parents of my intended after having garnered the approval of my father in Rivendell. The silverware was a wedding present from him.”

“A wedding present from your elf father, you say?” the Goblin King thrummed, leaning in unpleasantly close as you tucked your hair behind your ear to make its point clearly visible and then pressed yourself against Kili’s chest. He caught your intentions, wrapping his arms tightly around you like a lover as he added to your lie, “Yes. We are to be wed in less than a fortnight… that is if you can set us back on the correct path to Dunland and my parents.”

The Goblin King scrutinized the two of you for a moment before barking out a laugh, “Oh how precious. Lovers lost on the road,” and before Kili could do anything he had grabbed you and lifted you to dangle in his face by one arm. You mentally sighed, thinking about how ending up dangling in front of some nasty was beginning to be a theme in your life, as the Goblin King sneered at Kili, “A pretty little thing you have here, such a shame you can’t protect her.”

Kili moved to spring forward just as your cuff came loose and off, letting you slip from the giant goblin’s hand and to the floor as he yelled, “Lies of Spies! Very well. If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the girl! Make her intended hurl!”

The goblins sprang forward to do his bidding as you scrambled up and Kili tucked you close to him, backing towards the rest of the company. Thorin tried to put an end to the whole thing, stepping forward to reveal himself while you attempted to keep calm, tucking your hands in the folds of your clothes so you couldn’t touch anything or anyone- a precaution that mattered little when the goblins discovered Orcrist, the Goblin-Cleaver, and basically began to tear your party apart. You tried desperately to block out the glimpses of things you got from everything your fingers brushed against with little success when a flash of white light filled the cavern.

You’d never been more relieved to see Gandalf, grabbing your short swords from the pile when he demanded for the company to fight. He didn’t have to tell you twice and if your hands were filled with weapons, your weapons, you could focus. You followed when he called, running after him and the dwarves without a single question as to where in mind.

Fighting on the run left your thoughts a blur as you tried to stave off the relentless waves of goblins coming at you from every side. At one point, you launched yourself off Thorin's shoulder to an upper level to deal with some archers before dropping back down next to Gandalf, slicing the head off an oncoming goblin as you did so. You exchanged quick grins before throwing yourselves back into the fray and on forward towards where ever Gandalf was leading you to. You ducked and dodged goblins, slashing, kicking, and shoving with more fervor than ever before- being quick and light on your feet was a major asset at this moment. When the group stopped, you tried to recoup but quickly found yourself cornered and then falling along with the rest of your party, holding on for dear life yet again before running for the light of day.

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darnloveablecharacters · 8 years ago

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Prove Me Wrong, Part Eight: A True Friend

Series Summary: Caithwistë, born from the only known pairing of an elf and a dwarf has spent most of her life in hiding. When an old friend, (or a certain meddling wizard) finds her in the woods, everything changes. Now, she will have the chance to prove the world wrong about her value. A ‘The Hobbit’ fanfiction based off of the following imagines from @imaginexhobbit: This One is the basis of the story, and This One and This One will be added in later. If you recognize it, it belongs to Professor Tolkien or Peter Jackson. But, as usual, the story and all of the mistakes are my own!

Prove Me Wrong - Masterlist

Chapter Notes: Balin is just such a wonderful person in every version of The Hobbit. He’s another one of those characters that just doesn’t seem to get near the credit he deserves. I think he would be my best friend too :-) Fun fact, her parents’ names are actually my parents’ converted names.

On a side note... I just started school, and am going to attempt to fast track it so once I really start getting going with my school work, I may be posting less. We shall see though. I love writing and it will probably be my break from the work/school craziness.

Warnings for this chapter: angst

Translations: none

Tagged: @imaginesreblogged

It had been raining for a few days now, and the entire Company was soaked and miserable. Caithwistë was deeply preoccupied while Mithrandir spoke of the other wizards in the world. Her thoughts were centered around Thorin, as they always seemed to be as of late. She had avoided being alone with him since the night he followed her to the woods. There was a time, and a place, for the feelings she was trying to work through. Unfortunately, this quest was neither of those.

The only words they had shared were simple greetings, or his praise when she would return from a successful hunt. Even with the limited contact, he managed to invade her every waking thought and even her dreams. She tried to distance herself, but the more she pulled away, the more vivid the dreams became.

As time passed, she found herself sleeping less and less. She took a long watch every night, trying to avoid the dreams. But even then, as soon as her eyes would close, he would be there waiting for her.

She was so exhausted, that she hadn’t even realized that Balin had been trying to speak to her until he gently nudged her. “I’m sorry Balin.” She said, shaking her head. “What did you say?”

“I was just wondering Miss, would you mind if I ask something personal of you?” He asked kindly.

She couldn’t help the surprise from showing on her face. “Of course, Balin. Anything.” She said, unsure of what he could possibly be curious about.

“Thorin mentioned in passing that you spoke in khuzdul.” He said.

Caithwistë raised her eyebrows. She didn’t expect to hear that Thorin would have told anyone about their conversation. “I suppose I did. Is that uncommon?”

Balin gave her a curious glance, then nodded. “The language has been a secret for ages, only passed between dwarves you see. How did you come to learn it?”

Caithwistë glanced at him silently, suddenly fearful of what he may have guessed already. Her father had never explained that the language had never been passed to a non-dwarf.

“You don’t have to tell me of course. But I am rather curious and would love to know your story.” He smiled at her and winked. “I promise I will speak of it with no one else if that is your wish.”

She looked forward to the head of the Company, where Thorin rode next to Dwalin and sighed. She knew the old dwarf was trustworthy, but she was still afraid of what the truth could bring. She had already grown close to the dwarves, and even the hobbit, and didn’t want to ruin what she had. Still, she wanted nothing more than to be accepted as she was. “I will tell you Balin.” She said cautiously. “But not with this many ears around.”

He smiled as if he had been given a great gift. “May we speak tonight? We can find a place away from the Company after we stop.”

Caithwistë couldn’t help but return the smile at his enthusiasm, and nodded.

The rain finally had quit, and they stopped at an abandoned farmhouse to rest for the night. As she took in the surrounding area, Caithwistë felt uneasy. She associated the feeling with the pending conversation with Balin until Mithrandir stormed away from Thorin, cursing dwarves.

Startled, Bilbo tried to catch up with him. “Everything alright? Gandalf, where are you going?”

��To seek the company of the only one around here who’s got any sense.” Mithrandir grumbled.

Bilbo stopped in his tracks as Mithrandir climbed on his horse. “Who’s that?”

“Myself, Mr. Baggins! I’ve had enough of dwarves for one day.” Mithrandir snapped, wheeling his horse around and riding away.

“Come on, Bombur, we’re hungry.” Thorin called from behind them, startling Caithwistë.

She watched as Bilbo whispered something to Balin, who shrugged and walked away. He caught Caithwistë’s eyes, and motioned toward the forest.

Everyone was busy either setting up the camp, and they wouldn’t immediately notice their absence. Steeling herself, she followed him to a spot in the trees where they could still see the Company, but they would not be overheard.

“So, lass.” He said, sitting on a fallen tree. He still smiled as if he were a child about to receive a treat. “How did you come to learn khuzdul.”

She leaned against a tree, and closed her eyes trying to center herself. When she opened her eyes again, Balin was still on the tree waiting patiently. She sighed, and finally said. “My father taught me.”

Balin’s eyebrows raised, “Oh? He must have been very well traveled for a hobbit?”

Caithwistë bit her lip. “He wasn’t a hobbit.” She said slowly, gauging his reaction.

Balin continued to smile, and gestured for her to continue.

“My father… he was a dwarf.” She said, biting her lip again preparing for the worst.

Against her expectations, Balin showed no signs of anger. He simply nodded thoughtfully, still smiling. “I thought as much.” She raised her eyebrows at this, shocked. “You don’t carry yourself much like the hobbits do. And, though it is exceptionally rare, I have heard of some dwarves finding their One in hobbits. You’re the first child of such a pairing that I have met though.” He explained.

She nodded, afraid to continue again.

He furrowed his brows thoughtfully. “Who was your father?”

Caithwistë took a deep breath again. “Rofur, son of…”

“Lofur.” Balin finished suddenly. His eyes widened, and Caithwistë tensed seeing the recognition on his face.

“You know my father?” She asked quietly.

He nodded solemly. “I know of him.” She glanced at him quizzically, and he continued. “I read of him when I was just a lad. I fear there are few left who would remember his name though.” He glanced toward the camp with a sad look.

“Why wouldn’t they?” She asked, even though she was sure that she already knew the answer.

“His name had been removed from all of the ancestral records my dear, save for a few.” He said, now watching her warily.

Even though his words were what she had expected to hear, she could feel the untapped anger bubbling inside her. She nodded silently, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes. Her father deserved better.

“Will you permit me one more question lass?” Balin asked, drawing her out of her thoughts.

She looked at him with glassy eyes, and nodded again.

Balin sighed. “Your mother...” He began slowly, “she was an elf?”

She knew, even then, that Balin didn’t deserve the brunt of her anger. At his question though, she suddenly couldn’t contain it. “My mother has a name.” Caithwistë said angrily. “Calyniel Aranel. She loved my father with all of her heart, even though he was a dwarf. She loved him so much that when he was murdered she was left heartbroken, and sailed to the undying lands.” The tears had started to fall from her eyes, but she wasn’t finished. “They gave up everything for each other, and the world hated them for it. Now they’re both gone, and I’m alone in the same world who hates me for existing.” The tears were flowing freely now, and she dropped to her knees burying her face in her hands. Even though her emotions had flown out of control, it felt good to finally tell someone what she had been holding back.

She tensed when she felt Balin patting her gently on the shoulder. “I don’t hate you. In fact, I think that you may be the bravest person I have ever met.” She glanced at him with tears still in her eyes as he continued. “I have grown very fond of you my dear, and I think the others have as well.” He said, glancing toward the camp again.

Caithwistë followed his gaze. The sun was now setting, and the others were conversing jovially around a fire. “I am very fond of all of you as well. But, none of them even know what I am.” She choked out.

“Perhaps not.” He said thoughtfully. “But I think they know who you are, and that’s what really matters. Isn’t it?” He said smiling at her.

She gave him a small smile, and nodded back.

“I must admit though, I think it would be wise to keep this between us for now. I would like to believe that they will accept you as I do, but I think they need more time to adjust. I would hate to lose the reason for the meat in our meals over a silly feud.” He said, winking at her.

She felt tears in her eyes again, and hugged him fiercely causing him to gasp in surprise. “Thank you Balin. You’re the first true friend I believe I have ever had.”

He returned the embrace and chuckled softly. “It’s my pleasure lass.” He said cheerfully.

She pulled away from him, and was about to speak again when Fili suddenly burst through the trees. “Bilbo!” He shouted breathlessly. “They’ve taken Bilbo!”

Caithwistë and Balin shared a worried glance, and they dashed to the camp to retrieve their weapons.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #thorin x ofc #thorin imagine #thorin oakenshield

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berjhawn · 8 years ago

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Lost Lothlorien Princess - Part 3 - Concerning Hobbits

Warnings: Nightmares, ETC

Pairings: LOTR X Reader

Parts:

Part 1 - High School

Part 2 - Rivendell

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The next few months went by rather quickly. I had become quite the Elf as Arwen would tell me. The two of us had become rather close almost like sisters. She had taught me to fight with a sword and to channel my inner self to make my elf powers come alive. One thing that I didn’t like was the outfits.

I used to only wear jeans and a t-shirt now they have me in an Elven dress that compliments my skin tone and hair color. Other than that I loved Middle Earth, except at night, every night I would constantly see Sauron’s eye searching for me and I would wake up screaming; And unlike my parents back home on Earth Elrond would always show up to make sure I was alright.

Gandalf would randomly show up with stories about the hobbits and when he announced that it was soon to be Bilbo’s birthday I jumped at the chance to go on an adventure to see the shire. “Please Elrond; I just want to finally meet Bilbo and Frodo.” He smiles as he says, “Of course but do not leave Gandalf’s side, there are many forces that wish to do the princess of Lothlorien harm.” I nod and without thinking run over and wrap my arms around him. “Thank you.” After a brief farewell Gandalf and I set off on our way to the shire.

To keep my identity a secret I was placed in rogues’ clothes which made me happy to actually be in pants instead of a dress. My long hair was pulled back and wrapped in a bun that my hood hid my gender and my ears. The trip to the shire took longer than I would have expected but the scenery along the way was breathtaking. I lay against some boxes staring up into the sky as I suddenly feel the carriage come to a stop and I glance forward to see Gandalf talking to someone hidden behind a tree. “You’re late.” I hear a young male voice say and smile as I realize who it is. “A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.” Gandalf replies and in an instant Frodo leaps onto the carriage and hugs him.

“Ah before I forget, are you still eavesdropping back there?” He asks and I smile as I say, “Of course not, just simply admiring the bromance from the comfort of the back of your carriage good sir.” He chuckles as he turns to Frodo and says, “Frodo this is ______, she has wanted to meet you for some time now.” I smile as I sit up and turning toward him say, “It is such an honor to meet you Frodo.” He smiles as he says, “As it is to meet you ______.” His blue eyes shine back at me and I feel my smile soften. He was smaller than I thought he would be, and a lot sweeter and kind than the book had given him credit for.

“Well shall we, I am sure your uncle is waiting for us?” Gandalf says as he ushers the horse forward toward Hobbiton. Meeting Bilbo was an excitement all its own I had so many questions I wanted to ask him about Smaug and Thorin. Most of the questions I had were about Smaug. I asked him how big he was, how ferocious he was, and finally what it was like to be in his presence. Of course Bilbo was more than willing to talk about Smaug but one thing he didn’t want to talk about was Gollum. I only asked Bilbo about him when we were alone and he was surprised by my knowledge of all that had transpired in Gollum’s cave.

“How do you know about the ring?” He asks me when I ask him about it. Letting out a sigh I pull my hood off to reveal my Elven ears and say, “I am not from middle Earth. I am from another kind of Earth and there they write stories of your adventures including the arrival of the ring that is most likely in your pocket at this very moment.” His eyes widen as his hand reaches into his pocket and gently cups the small metal ring in his hand. I smile as I say, “Don’t worry I do not wish to take it from you nor do I wish for the burden it comes with; but what I do wish is that you leave it behind when you travel to Rivendell. Frodo shall take good care of it.”

He stares at me confused for a moment as he says, “How do you know- ah never mind I know the answer. Alright then I shall leave it behind for Frodo.” “Thank you Bilbo.” He smiles as he looks out over the landscape of Hobbiton and letting out a sigh says, “It never felt the same after the adventure I had.” I nod as I say, “Home is one place that is never the same after you go on an adventure and see what you have seen.”

“Either way I shall still miss it.”

“It is beautiful, and luckily it shall always stay this way.”

“Well I best be off, it’s a long way to Rivendell.” I nod and gently pulling my hood up and am about to say something when Gandalf shows up and says, “Can I speak to Bilbo privately?” I nod as I slowly climb the hill to the very top that overlooks all of bag end.

Bilbo was right it was definitely beautiful. It was definitely nothing compared to Rivendell but when the word ‘Home’ entered my mind I let out a sigh. Even If I had been born in middle earth it was missing something. I had no idea of course what that was but it made me feel empty. I lean back and glance up at the sky as the memories of when I was a child and my family was actually happy to have me filled my mind. My mother’s warm hugs and my dad tossing me into the air like a doll. I had to admit I did miss them. I start to feel my mind drifting off to sleep when I hear a familiar disembodied voice calling my name.

“______... I know where you are… You cannot hide from me for forever… I will find you and bring you to Mordor where you will be my slave…” “Leave me alone!” I yell out as I cover my ears with my hands. “You cannot run from me, no one can protect you from your destiny…” I feel someone touch my arm and I quickly draw my knife and hold it up to the person’s throat only to see a frightened Samwise Gamgee staring back at me. “Sam?” I say my voice barely above a frightened whisper.

“Are you alright miss ______?” He asks as he sits next to me on the soft grass. I let out a heavy sigh before I turn back to the horizon and say, “I am, I just had a bad memory pop into my head.” He nods as he turns to look the direction you were. “Gandalf and Mr. Frodo are talking inside I found it rude to be eavesdropping.” He says as he turns back to me. I smile mischievously at him as I say, “There’s nothing wrong with eavesdropping on an old wizard.” I quickly grab his hand and dragging him to the back window hold a finger up to my lips to keep him quiet.

We listen as Gandalf and Frodo talk about the ring then Sam accidentally snaps a twig alerting Gandalf to our presence. I watch as the older Wizard yanks the young hobbit through the window and end up laughing so much that he ends up yanking me through as well. “_____ I expected as much from Gamgee but from you, I expected a little decorum.” I place my hand over my face as I try to quit laughing. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.” The wizard raises an eyebrow at me and I instantly cease my laughing. “Sorry,” I reply as I watch him talk to the hobbits about heading to Bree.

“Where do I go?” Frodo asks and I find myself saying, “Bree, Gandalf will meet you at the Prancing Pony.” They all stare at me and I mentally slap myself. ‘Dammit, why you gotta let your mouth get the best of you?’ I say to myself as I bite my lower lip. “She’s right. We’ll meet your there.”

“Well, why don’t I go with Frodo? I can make sure he gets there safely.” The wizard stares at me for a moment before he says, “Can I speak to you for a moment?” Nodding I follow him into the other room where he turns to me and says, “I do not think it wise to venture away from me at this time.”

Rolling my eyes I say, “Look I already know what happens and believe me I am safer with him.” He raises and eyebrow and I sigh as I say, “If I tell people the future then it’ll get messed up so I’m not going too, just trust me. I will keep the hobbits safe.” He thinks for a moment before turning back to me and saying, “Very well, but please keep yourself safe as well.” You nod as you turn back to the Hobbits and say, “Shall we be off?”

Will Continue in - Merry and Pippin

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laurfilijames · 4 years ago

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6, 14, 24, 35 for the OC asks on Prim 💚

~@guardianofrivendell

6. What is one word you would use to describe your OC’s appearances?

I was going to say “girl next door” but that’s three words. So “casual�� will suffice. Prim does not fuss too much over appearances. Her hair is usually up in a messy ponytail, in a ball cap, or smooshed from wearing her riding helmet. Mascara and some bronzer just about does it for makeup, and if she’s not still wearing her barn clothes, jeans and a t-shirt are usually what you’ll find her in. She doesn’t mind getting dressed up every so often though, knowing it stops Fili dead in his tracks 😉

14. Who is the mother and/or father figure in your OC’s life?

Her Aunt! She loves her (probably a little more) than her parents. Her aunt has always been there for her and she can talk to her about anything. They constantly tell each other that they are each other’s favourite family member. Over the years, Prim has become quite close with Thorin and Bilbo, specifically Bilbo. They just “get” each other. She’s had her ups and downs with Thorin, but knows he’s only doing what he truly feels is best for his nephew.

24. Answered here! (Y’all really wanted me to drop some names 😂)

35. How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

Luckily for Prim, she has already achieved her dream job. She worked very hard to get there, and works hard every day to make sure she sustains it, as a career in the horse-world usually doesn’t come easy. Her riding coach “handed her the reins” and Prim bought the riding stable from her and is now in charge of everything from looking after the horses (feed, chores, training etc) to coaching her students. She did go to school for it, earning all of the proper credits to be able to teach riders all of the skills needed for riding horses.

Thank you for the lovely ask @guardianofrivendell 💚

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catbowserauthor · 6 years ago

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Hobbit Story: Of Silver and Mithril: 1

So, this one follows my "Calling in a King's Favor" though you don't necessarily have to read it in order to understand it. I was feeling a need for some paternal!Thorin and I wanted to get some of my head canons on paper!

Red hair blowing in the wind, Tauriel waited amid the remains of Laketown. It wasn’t the most pleasant place to meet but it was certainly quiet and private. Not a lot of folk, be that dwarf, man, elf or otherwise ventured here. They had obtained and salvaged from the city what they could with the conclusion of the battle and so the once bustling port had been left to slowly fade away with time. Time…Her heart felt heavy in her chest the longer she waited. Being an elf, time moved relatively without consequence and yet these minutes felt to be millennia.

“Tauriel!”

Finally.

Emerging from the newly fallen snow was the brown haired prince of Erebor. Trailing at his heels was a white pup that she had heard much about as of late, Goldfire he had been dubbed. The loyalty the creature had already displayed was quite endearing. When Kili came to a stop before her, the wolf child laid by his feet but his ears remained forever tracking. It was appropriate, she felt. A wolf pup of innocence to match the Dwarven Prince who seemed to ooze innocence in all he did. His face, even now, was full of enthusiasm and starlight.

“Sorry, Tauriel.” He laughed, nervously and scratched through his scruff of a beard, “I may just be second heir but that doesn’t mean my uncle is slack with me. It’s just as important for me to know how to run a Kingdom as Fili, he says.” Honestly, it wasn’t so bad. Kili rather enjoyed seeing his uncle’s methods and when his suggestions were considered and even appreciated, he felt light as air. Already, with the kingdom rebuilding, his uncle would routinely ask him or his brother for input. While it was not always accepted, it was always considered. Oh, the pride that could burst in his heart.

It was nothing compared to being with Tauriel though. Her presence, her smile, the very essence of her just made him giddy.

Allowing a light smile to cross her lips, the elf woman remarked “Your Uncle is far wiser than he’s given credit for.” While her interactions with the Dwarf King had been limited, once the Gold Sickness had passed, he seemed a creature of high honor, at least by her standards. She doubted that he’d ever be trustful of elves but the fact he was willing to pursue an alliance despite personal feelings said a lot. With what she knew of the past between the elves of Mirkwood and Erebor, she could hardly blame either side for their reluctance. She doubted if another besides Thorin’s line had taken the throne if such alliances would have even been considered. Yes, for as much as the grouchy dwarf king could be infuriating, she had to give credit where credit was due.

Chuckling a bit and pushing the hair from his eyes, Kili agreed. “Yeah, he is. I’ve learned a lot but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you!” The truth of that sentiment burned through his eyes like a flame.

Her heart sank again. “Kili, that’s why I wanted to meet with you.” She gave him a smile. “I understand your busy schedule now. Reclaiming a homeland has more work within it than most imagine.” While she had never reclaimed a kingdom, she knew that it took a great deal of work to run one. She was often busy simply being Captain of the Guard or she had been. “I’m almost glad to be relieved of my position as leader of the guard. For all its benefits, the amount of work involved never faltered.” Allowing another smile at the dwarf, she added, “I’m sure you and your brother have been finding that the title of ‘prince’ is not free.”

Laughing a little, Kili remarked “I think it’s been worth it so far though! I’ve never seen my uncle so happy and come spring, more of our people will be coming from the Blue Mountains! You’ll get to see my mother.”

Eyes warm, the elven maiden remarked “I’m sure she is full of strength just as the rest of her bloodline is.”

“She is. Her and Uncle together can be hilarious. Though they work well together.” He smiled and his whole face lit up. “She’ll like you.”

Tauriel took a breath and let it fill her lungs. “Kili, I’ve been meaning to return this to you.” She reached out, took his hand gently lay his stone talisman within it. He had granted it to her before the battle and while she had clung to it a while and made sure that no harm came to it, she knew it was time.

A low laugh came from his throat, one that clouded nervousness. “Tauriel, it was a courting gift. Amrâlimê means “my love” that’s why I gave it to you.” He held his hand back out to her. “It’s yours, Amrâlimê.”

She nodded “I surmised that it meant something along those lines. Your eyes gave all that away. Which is why I must give it back.” She gently folded his palm around it. “I cannot accept it.” She added “I…never should have accepted it.” Oh, the countless nights she had walked the wood, fingering the stone and wondering why she had not given it back. She should have given it back. Was it the moment? Was it the stress of the coming war? Was it a simple, childish desire of her own to fall in love? Perhaps it had been all three but she had no right to play his heart so, nor had that been the intention, but that had ultimately been what she had done.

She had to fix this.

Eyes wide, the Dwarven prince stared “Wh...what? I...I don’t understand...I...” Lost. That was all he looked like…utterly and totally lost. As if he were a forgotten child who was pleading amid the dark night for mother and father to return to him.

It hurt her heart.

“Kili.” Her tone was soft and gentle. “I truly do treasure you. I have lived my whole life among King Thranduil’s halls. I have only known the tales of stars and trees. Yet, here you came with stories of far away places, gems and stone. You carried such passion in your eyes and it was evident in all you did. I do treasure that.” She meant every word of that. Their small conversations in Thranduil’s dungeons had meant the world to her. She had spoken of starlight and moons and Kili had spoken of mines and caves where light sent every gem sparkling like its own fire. He had a deep heart to him and it had initially caught her eye.

Kneeling a bit so she could look him in the eye, she whispered “When I saw you, dying of that Morgul wound, I could only think that what a grievous loss it would be to see someone so full of fire slip away to shadow.” She paused, considered her words “I do care for you. Deeply. But not in the way that you seek.” It had taken her quite a few weeks of self-denial to come to that conclusion but facts were facts. She did care for him, as one might care for a deep friend, perhaps even a brother. She wanted him to do well, she wanted him to be happy, she wanted him to live a long life. Yet, there was not that desire to be one with him, to live out her life WITH him. She was meant to walk side by side with him, for a time, but their paths were not the same.

Kili felt like his world had dropped out from under his feet. “But...but Tauriel....the way we fought together. The way you looked at me. They said you wept when I fell and...” Had that meant nothing? Had their connection meant nothing? Had there been a connection at all? His entire world had become devoted to her. She haunted his every thought! His dreams were often clouded with her image and the image of a potential future (though he did not know how) and perhaps of children. Yes, he had dreamt of lovely children. He had dreamt of waking next to her and knowing the feeling of being wanted, accepted. He had thought she felt the same. The way she smiled, the way she had rushed to his side….had that been him seeing what he wanted to see?

It was breaking apart like shattered glass.

“I did.” She confirmed. “I wept at the unfairness of it. I wept at the possibility of so much passion being snuffed out. I wept for one I could call Elf-Friend. And I rejoiced to hear you survived.” Silence lingered. “But it was not as a lover weeps. I am not the Amrâlimê for you, Kili. That precious token should be saved for one who is.” She hoped deeply for him. He had a wonderful heart and it was a treasured thing to have been a potential recipient of it. When the time was right, she hoped that the world would give him one worthy of it. “You must save it for your true Amrâlimê.”

Willing his eyes to stay dry, for his throat to not construct, the dwarf prince locked eyes with her. She nearly wept herself at the pain in them. “Di...did I do something wrong?” His voice felt small and came out as a meek squeak. He looked like a kicked puppy. Her heart ached for him but Tauriel knew she could not give him what he desired.

“Kili, you did nothing to cause this. I must admit that after we first met, I pondered these feelings myself. As you are, I am young especially by elf standards. I was enticed by such a thought...by falling in love.” Standing back to her full height, she shook her head “Unfortunately, Kili, that’s what it was…I was in love with the idea of being in love. My feelings for you are strong…but they are not love, Mellon.” On that, she knew it. What Thranduil had said to her, about if her love for the dwarf was real, she had found that while yes, it was real, it was not the kind of love she thought it was. Much as she enjoyed his spirit, his spunk, she knew more about the allies they had made in Laketown than she knew about him. She knew she did not want him to die. She knew she wanted him to be able to achieve his dreams. She knew that she wanted him to be happy.

She did not feel an undying desire to be by his side to watch it happen. She did not feel that if he were to die, as all mortals would, that she would fade away. She would be saddened and would mourn but it would not kill her spirit. She did not feel that her own path was interlocked with his. “I want you to be happy, Mellon,” she said again, “But I fear the love you want is not going to be with me. Whomever you find it with is deeply blessed but…it cannot be me, Kili of Erebor.”

Head bowed, hair falling into his eyes, Kili managed a nod. “I understand, Tauriel. I...please don’t let this disrupt the alliance of our people.” It was hard, so hard. Each word was forced out, like choking on sand and fire. “I…still consider you dear to me and…our kingdoms…can learn much from one another. Do not let this…”

“Never, Mellon.” She bowed to him. “As I said, I do care for you and I do have the utmost respect for you. I wish I could give you the affection you seek.” She meant that. She had lain amid the trees, staring at the stars, seeing if her heart would change, if her thoughts would grow, if her desires would shift. She had pondered their conversations, wondered if they could grow into something more. She had felt grief when she thought he was gone and while it was deep and it hurt, it had not broken her. It had not made her ponder about the future with uncertainty. As it was, when the battle had been over, Kili had seemed sure that she would stay with him in Erebor but she had never had a desire. She had been grateful for peace, grateful for the safety of elves, men and dwarves alike but she had never felt more relieved than when Thranduil lifted her banishment. She had wanted to go home. With love, so she had heard, home became that person.

Kili had not become her home.

The young Prince of Erebor stared at the elven woman for a moment longer. Why, he didn’t know. She had made her point abundantly clear. Perhaps he was hoping for her to say it was elvish tradition, a test for endurance or purity or some other such nonsense. Yet, she just stood there, her face devoid of any emotion except sincerity. This was no deeper meaning, no trial. This was simply Tauriel giving him hard, cold facts. It hit like a hammer to the heart but what could he do? He could not change feelings, much as he would like to.

Nodding, as he did not trust himself to speak, Kili turned on his heels and headed back towards Erebor. Goldfire gave a low growl, baring his sharp teeth at the elf woman before trotting after his downtrodden master.

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The forges were hot which meant it was not unusual for your eyes to water after a time. You would drip buckets of sweat “if you’re doing it right” as Uncle Thorin often said. There was a reason that most dwarves stripped down to their barest clothes when working the metals in the fire. There were a choice few who would only wear a simple apron to defend against sparks. Thorin had taught Kili and Fili to avoid layers of clothing and they both took care to follow that rule. The forge, while a place of wonderful magic could just as easily turn disastrous.

The slamming hammers made it hard to hear and if you focused on the noises enough, all else was blocked out. Kili remembered his uncle telling him often that if his heart were troubled, he would lose himself amid the noise. Mahal would guide your hand in a craft and if you let your mind and soul drift away from the monotony of the day so that you only knew the rhytmn of the hammers, then there was often a surprise that would emerge beneath your hard working fingers. Lose yourself in Mahal’s presence, Uncle would say.

Kili relished in it.

He didn’t even know what he was making or even if he had an end product in mind. All he knew was that he needed to pound metal. When he’d made his way back into Erebor, he’d found his brother was having his first true meeting with the Dwarf Lords on his own, though he suspected his uncle was near to lend aid if need be. He wouldn’t interrupt that. He could not interrupt that. After all, it was not as if his brother could fix what was happening, fix the anger, sadness and pain that made every step feel like a hike through Middle Earth. Why ruin his brother’s moment for that?

The next best thing was the forge.

The huge fires and hammers of Erebor were luxurious over the small forges that he had grown up using. All the same though, fire and metal was fire and metal. Give a proper dwarf a hammer, fuel and metal and it was all he required. The scurrying of dwarves, here and there, breathed life into the place. It made you feel like you were one with the kingdom, with the spirit of the dwarfdom. The first time Kili had swung a hammer, with his brother, in making the knife for their uncle, he had grinned from ear to ear the entire time, even when his muscles began to ache so much, he swore they had caught aflame.

Now, all Kili could feel was the pain in his heart. He cursed in Khuzdul with each pounding of the hammer. He suspected if this had been the first rejection, he might have sobbed, vented and then moved on. After all, such was the way for love. In their race, with female dwarves being so rare, it was not uncommon for interest to not blossom as one might wish it would. There was concern, deep concern, that their women only bind themselves to those that made them feel whole. He could understand that and even appreciate it.

But it was not the first. Or the second or the third.

It was the sixth.

Each hammer pound triggered memories. One of his childhood friends, Sunna. She’d been one of the few friends he’d had, her and her brother. Usually, they were teased that she could pass as Fili’s younger sister, as she had the same golden shaded hair though she had the rare green eyes of her mother’s clan. They’d been good playmates and good listeners. While Kili could not say that they had never teased him for his unorthodox looks, he knew it was all in jest (or so he thought and hoped it was) until the time came when Kili began to seek out suitors.

He’d always had a love for a potential mate and children, not something all dwarves did. His uncle did not have it and neither did his brother. Their people called it ‘child-longing.’ When the time came to announce their chosen trade to the people, someone with child longing would always announce parenthood first and then their trade. Kili had yet to do his, as that ceremony was done on the old age of majority which had once been 80. Fili had announced his trade as metalsmith, same as his uncle. Fili, despite his looks, had never been interested in mates or children though he did love children, just never wanted ones of his own. Always teased that “if you make me an uncle, I’ll love it!” It was similar to the situation with Thorin, Frerin and Dis. Only Dis had expressed desire for children, her two brothers having been married to their duty, work and craft. It was easy enough to see the same thing in her eldest child. Dis had always teased that if the Durin Line was to continue, it would be through Kili.

Thorin and Fili had been supportive when Kili announced that the concept of parenthood was enticing. “Good, you can handle that part of the heir’s duties, little brother!” Fili had smiled. The years had only increased Kili’s realization that love, a relationship, marriage and eventually children would have to be in his future somewhere, somehow. He’d known it as a youngling and he only became more and more convicned over time. Each rejection and how much it had hurt, only told him that such a feeling was not going to go away.

Sunna was the first.

He’d been young, barely into the teen years by dwarf standards so Kili’d thought a close female friend might be a potential mate. He’d asked Sunna if she might consider it, if they might try to explore that angle. They’d both been young, barely understanding the emotions involved in a relationship at the time. All they had really known was from stories and songs but that didn’t mean they weren’t intrigued by such a concept. It would be a learning experience for them both, Kili had thought.

She’d blushed but politely refused him.

It was the first refusal of now six.

There’d been Friya, who had frequented their uncle’s forge and actually not dismissed his archery as “elf-like.” Hair of coal black and eyes of sapphire blue that had clouded in pity when she’d informed him that she wasn’t looking for “someone like him.” She never expanded to what that meant and he had been too disappointed to inquire. He had attended their annual celebration of Durin’s Day alone that year, sticking by his family and watching longingly at the budding couples among his age group.

There’d been Asjur , a spunky girl with brown hair and grey eyes, who had made a face and asked if he was serious before inquiring if his brother was free instead. That had been the end of that.

There’d been Sifa, a girl with red hair in long flowing braid with a beard to match, whom upon him stammering out his request had laughed in his face and she’d not stopped laughing for a good five minutes. When he had still been standing there after her fit, she had nearly lost her composure again and wheezed out “Not before the remaking of the world, elf-boy!”

The last dwarrowdam he’d asked had been ten years ago. A soft spoken lass named Idua whom had mirrored his looks if only in coloring (she had a beard that rivaled some males twice her age) that had gone with him on a few outings and then confessed that she would not be able to stomach the marriage bed with him because of his “unslightly” looks. She had tried to be delicate with her words but there really was no ‘nice’ way to tell someone you found them so unattractive that the thought of producing children with them was sickening.

Now Tauriel.

Maybe he should have expected it. After all, if the women of his own race rejected him then why would an elf of Tauriel’s status be intrigued by him? While she apparently was a ‘low-born’ elf, she still had her pick of a great many elven men. Why would a dwarf archer catch her eye? The more he thought about it, the more it made no sense. Why? Why did he think there was anything there? Because she was kind to him? Because she fought on his side in a war that expanded way beyond the realm of Erebor?

Because he wanted it to be more?

Kili’s eyesight was growing misty with unshed tears. The sight of the glowing hot metal blurred.

Why? What was he doing so wrong to be continually rejected? He knew he could be a bit of a prankster but he took care to never do anything deeply damaging and he had never tried such things on anyone he did not know intimately. He tried to take his uncle’s lessons on decorum to heart and he routinely told himself that he would honor any potential mate on the same level, if not more so than, than the honor he bestowed on his mother. He would treat them like a princess, no, like a queen!

He had done that with each of his previous attempts. He had brought gifts of well-being, of good intent. He had offered his aid, a listening ear, anything he thought might ease their own workload. He had done everything he could think of to do in order to show his sincerity, his devotion.

So why? All he wanted was someone to love and who would love him back. All he wanted was a family of his own, children to call his own. He loved his brother, his uncle, his mother. He wanted to be able to shower little dwarves of his own with the same kind of affection he had grown up with. He wanted a lady by his side that would smile at him, that would look upon him and love him for what she saw. What was wrong with him? It was one thing to have one, perhaps two rejections before finding your one. But…six? Was he cursed...?

“My Prince!”

The warning came a moment too late and the hammer, having narrowed the metal to hair thin, shattered the final fragment connecting it and metal splintered everywhere as the hammer connected full on with anvil, sending a vibrating pain up Kili’s arm that made his teeth chatter. The sharp pain from the metal cutting into his lower arm came a moment later. He dropped the tool and clutched his wrist, willing the sharp and intense pain to fade away. At least it blocked out those self-defeating thoughts for a moment…

“Your Highness!”

A cloth was wrapped hastily over the cut on his arm and Kili blinked, recognizing one of the dwarven smiths who had stayed when Dain Ironfoot went home, seeking a life in Erebor. Nice enough dwarf and devoted as one could be to the Royal family. He was older, had strips of silver starting in his dark black hair and his beard was more silver than black already. He was a warrior, well known for charging into the fray, a story that the scars over his face told well. Went by Audun if he remembered right.

“Prince Kili, are you alright?” The dwarf’s thick baritone cut through Kili’s daze. Looking down at his arm, which was only bleeding slightly, Kili nodded “I...I’m alright Audun. Just...distracted.” He gently moved his hammer from anvil back to the counter and went to scoop up the fractured pieces of shattered metal, blinking his tears away as best he could but Audun gently grabbed his shoulder. The older dwarf pushed his beard aside and stated gently, setting firm eyes on the younger one.

“If I may, my Prince.” He offered. “I’ll clean this up. Please, go tend your arm. It may not be deep but metal is never good to let linger in a wound.”

Yes. Yes, of course. Amateur rule. He should know this...

Nodding mutely, Kili thanked him “Of course, thank you, Audun.” He slowly walked out of the forges, and was glad to be rid of the eyes on him.

He likely should have stopped to see Oin but he had no desire. He’d clean it himself. It wasn’t the first cut he’d received from broken metal and it would hardly be the last. A forge-master that had no scars was no true master. If he had to patch himself up, the more he’d remember. Yes, yes, that would be his reasoning. The less people he had to interact with right now, the better. He even found he had no will to greet his pup when he bounded at him as he emerged from Erebor’s belly. He simply kept walking, eyes blank, until he got to the Royal Wing.

“Prince Kili?” One of his personal guard, Mahnar, addressed him gently. “Are you alright?”

For a moment, Kili considered telling him. Mahnar, while older than him, was no older than Ori. He’d actually wanted to come along on the journey to Erebor when Thorin had asked for aid but his family had been so against it and he did not wish to be disrespectful to their wishes. Such things could be tricky, especially among Dwarf families. You always wanted to be respectful to your elders and even if Mahnar wanted to lend his aid, he would not blatantly go against his family’s decision. Though, when they finally responded after Smaug’s death, Mahnar had been the first one out onto the rams. His ferocity on the battlefield had been rewarded and when Thorin had offered him a spot defending the royal family, he could not say yes quickly enough. It was a statement to his loyalty and skill to be trusted to defend Thorin’s heirs.

Kili had formed an understanding with Mahnar, a friendship of sorts though it could not be a true friendship. Hard to be close friends with someone when the very essence of their job included dying to ensure you lived.

Still, given their closeness in age, it was usually easy for Mahnar to sympathize with Kili. Talks between the two of them were not uncommon but today, not even Mahnar’s friendly and concerned face was a comfort. He ignored the inquiry and paused, briefly, hand on his door and then turned to look him in the face. Kili was the least formal of his family. It was something he could afford as he was neither the King nor the direct heir. He got the benefits without a lot of the responsibility.

In this case though, he meant to utilize some of the power he held but rarely used.

“I wish not to be disturbed.” Kili said simply, numbly, before walking into his personal chambers. “Not until I say otherwise. No one.”

“...understood.” Mahnar managed before the door shut entirely.

If Kili noticed his pup had not followed him in, he made no mention of it. He’d every intention of going to clean his arm. Instead, he made it as far as the bed, pulled the curtains tight around it and flopped down on the sheets. The youngest prince wept.

——

“Lad’s doing well,” Dwalin noted though he didn’t move from his recline near the door. The meeting would be drawing to a close soon and while Fili had shown no issue thus far, they really didn’t want to leave without warning. Dwarves were volatile folk and it would be all too easy for a seemingly perfect meeting to suddenly erupt into chaos. Much as they thought Fili could handle it, no point in throwing the lad to the wolves so to speak. Thorin in particular remembered such a thing happening when he was a young Prince and while the chaos had taught him well how to handle a sudden eruption of temper, he had always wished his father had not just left him to figure it out. He did not want to do such a thing with his eldest sister-son.

It was beginning to look as if his caution was for naught though. If the action from within the meeting room was any indication, the eldest heir of Erebor certainly needed no aid. Thorin offered a smile through his beard and gave another puff of smoke as he addressed his oldest friend. “He learns well and quick. I know sometimes it’s hard to believe but they both do.”

Chuckling, Dwalin remarked “I think my brother may challenge you on that, Thorin.” Though he moved so he was leaning against the wall next to his king.

Throwing a playful glare his way, Thorin amended “They learn quick and well when they wish to.”

Dwalin’s response was cut off when Thorin suddenly jerked to the side. Had he been any less of a seasoned warrior, the swift shift of balance might have knocked him over but as it was, he managed to grab the wall and remain upright.

“Mahal’s...” Thorin’s curse was cut off by the sound of a deep throated growling, in the form of a little white furred pup who had sank his teeth into Thorin’s boot cuff. “Goldfire, no!” The Dwarf King gently pushed the pup off only for it to then latch onto Thorin’s sleeve and jerk its head back and forth, not once relenting on the growls.

“Where’s your master, Pup?” Dwalin inquired simply, looking around for the youngest prince. He was rarely without his pet. That thing followed him around like an extra shadow. Fili was just as bad with his. The weapons master was well aware that the elder heir had a black furred pup sitting under the council table at his feet this very moment.

Goldfire was not persuaded. If anything, he became more insistent, shaking his head so violently that it threatened to tear Thorin’s tunic. The Dwarf King shoved him off, a bit more roughly. “Goldfire, I said no!”

The pup yelped a little before turning in several tight circles, sitting on its haunches and howling. He ran out the door then back in, scratched at the doorframe before running right in front of the two dwarves and howled again.

Continuously.

“You’re the one that said they could keep ‘em.” Dwalin felt inclined to remind his king.

Calling his friend a rude term under his breath, the Dwarf King was very close to considering making a hat out of the pup when Audun made his way up from the forges. Not too unusual and to be frank, Thorin was rather surprised that more dwarves were not pouring in, demanding that the annoying howling be dealt with. Audun was not one to be easily bothered though and when he saw the noisy pup, he seemed even more disturbed before setting his eyes on Thorin. Bowing low on one knee, as he was want to do whenever greeting the King, he spoke out, “Your Majesty, if I may inquire?”

“Stand, Audun, son of Audal.” Thorin said in response though he had to heighten his volume a bit to be heard over the wolf pup’s howling. Thorin was very tempted to have Dwalin toss the pup outside but Audun had the Dwarf King’s attention currently.

“Forgive me for interrupting, My King, but I wanted to inquire if Prince Kili was doing better.”

Blinking in surprise, Thorin asked, concern lacing his voice, “Doing better?”

“Aye,” the dwarf smith continued “Got a mild injury in the forge earlier and the lad seemed…distant. Distracted. Hard to tell sometimes with him but something was off. I assumed he came and found you or his brother…”

“Fili’s been stuck with the old dullards all afternoon,” Dwalin offered. “Lad probably decided to not bug us about it when he couldn’t talk to his brother.” Kili, and Fili too for that matter, could be quite infuriating at times. They usually were great supports to one another but while Thorin would easily stop a war to tend to his sister sons if need be, they were still hung up on ‘bothering’ him, especially now that the kingdom was getting back into its old glory again. Talked about not being a ‘burden’ to their uncle now that he was rightful king. Never mind that he never stopped being an uncle! Dwalin was half tempted to box their ears half the time for it. If they were up front about things, so much fuss could be avoided.

But then, that WAS the Durin Line stubbornness.

Thorin’s lips were pursed in a tight line “Any idea on what was on his mind?”

Audun shook his head “Couldn’t tell. Looked like he mighta been trying not to cry though.” He hated to add that, knowing all too well the pride of dwarves and especially of the Durin line but that was the very reason why he felt he needed to bring it up. Such a thing was surely a sign of horrific news!

Dwalin and Thorin exchanged a glance. While Kili was without a doubt the more sensitive of the two brothers, it was still rare for him to openly cry outside of the privacy of his own chambers. Even amongst family members, Kili usually reserved his tears for when he and his brother were alone unless it was something deeply troubling. In that latter case, he might allow Thorin to see him shed a few tears. It was rare though and the idea that he had been crying, or at least, trying not to cry, worried the both of them.

“I’ve not seen my youngest sister-son.” Thorin began and stumbled again when Goldfire once more began to tug on his boot before howling once more. “Is that why you are carrying on so?” he inquired of the creature who simply howled again in response. Glancing backward towards the council room, Thorin jumped a bit when Dwalin’s hand fell on his shoulder.

“Go find the youngest lad, Thorin. I’ll mind this one.” He jerked his head towards the council chamber. “Lad sounds like he’s wrapping up. I’ll usher ‘em down to the kitchens for some ale.”

Giving a nod, Thoirn stated “Tell him that I’ll be back to debrief him…and congratulate him as soon as I’m able.” Glancing down at the white wolf pup, Thorin declared “Alright, bothersome thing, please tell me that you can be of some use.”

With a half yelp, the creature took off for the hall and Thorin followed.

#the hobbit AND LOTR are awesome #The Hobbit movies had potential #the hobbit fanfiction #The Durin Line lives damn it #post BOTFA AU fanfiction #UNCLE THORIN #Fili and Kili are Thorin’s treasures #Thorin is a good uncle #Thorin knows more about parenting than he gets credit for #Kili is ugly by dwarf standards #Kili is also a sweetheart #heartbreak sucks #BOTFA fix it #erebor post BOTFA #Kili and Tauriel #Kili and Tauriel's relationship is not quite romantic in my head #Though I do like Tauriel

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From The Beginning-Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

(GIF credit to @ithrilyann)

Requested by @witch-of-letters : 'Hi! 😀 Can I request a Thorin one-shot (or mini-series) about him and the Reader being in love with each other since childhood (him being a prince and her being the beloved daughter of the Captain of the Guard). R has always been known as the odd dwarrowdam - smart, incredibly funny, amd no-nonsense woman who prefers learning how to fight than be a proper lady. After Smaug's attack, her and Thorin try to lead their people together - thus earning their respect (as an Oakenshield and a Fireheart).'

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Fighting, weapons, mentions of death, arguing, fluff

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(Y/N)'s eyes glistened in admiration as she watched her father assemble his armour, everything so put together. His weapons were perfectly lined up, waiting to be used. Her father knew he had an audience, smirking as he pretended she wasn't there. His young daughter scurried forward as he went to pick up an axe, quickly retreating his footsteps as to not put her in harms way.

"Little one," he chuckled as he knelt down,"you must be careful when near weapons. Remember what your mother told you?"

"Yes papa." she moaned, resting her dainty hands on his knee.

"You're still too young to be fighting."

Her lips pouted, hating that he knew what she was there for."I've waited for ages!"

"You asked me that question four days ago."

"Yes, which was a really long time ago!"

He chuckled."Warriors need to be patient too."

"But it's really hard."

"You'll learn (Y/N). It took me a long time to be a good fighter, but I was patient. Now look at me."

"You're important, aren't you papa?"

He laughed again. A child's innocence was the purest thing he had come across in a long time. Though she wasn't wrong, he was Captain of the guard after all.

"Yes, which means you are too."

"Is mama important?"

He scooped her into his arms, relishing in her giggles."She likes to think she is."

"I hope you know I heard that." his wife's voice called out before she appeared.“Come on (Y/N), your father has to go now. We’ll see him later though.”

“Why can’t we go now?” (Y/N) whined.

“Because he has to do the boring things first. And you still need to get dressed.” she was passed to her mother, who gave her husband a warning glint in her eyes. She had never been fond of (Y/N) around the violent side of their life.

(Y/N)’s mother dressed her once her father left. She liked her dresses, though not all of the time. Sometimes she wanted to wear what the boys did, when playing with them of course; when running around or climbing trees, it was difficult to do so when restricted in a long dress. The boys teasing her didn’t help either. However, she had been lectured too many times by her mother to protest anymore.

As she held her mother’s hand, (Y/N) merrily skipped on their way to the throne room, until she was told to stop, and start walking like a lady. She hated how her mother couldn’t hold her hand as they walked, she had even cried about it (though mother had reassured her that she disliked it too). The royal family were stood with their courtiers and her father, everyone seeming to be in a merry mood. (Y/N) held her posture as they entered, bowing to the king as she had been taught.

“My, how you young ones grow.” He happily stated, his courtiers chuckling beside him.

(Y/N) was polite, standing beside mother as everyone exchanged in conversation. She never knew what they spoke of or why she had to be there, so she never paid much attention. Until a familiar face appeared, making her day more interesting.

“Thorin!” She exclaimed.

Thorin, the young prince, grinned as they ran towards each other, clumsily hugging as they met. Everyone awed at the sight, the youngest in the room making them forget any current affairs. (Y/N)’s mother carefully watched, happy that her daughter was affiliated with the prince, though worrying that she would make a mistake, revealing her rowdy behaviour. Her husband and Thrain were close friends, and he was a loyal subject to the king. They were commonly invited to every event, especially little (Y/N). It was clear to see that the king had a soft spot for her; that and the opportunity to solidify a marriage. There weren’t many allies they could turn to, but ensuring Thorin had a future wife meant that they could carry on the Durin line.

As the years continued, neither Thorin nor (Y/N) parted ways. Their friendship remained solid. Even when her mother pulled her away from training with him (trying her hardest to make her a lady), (Y/N) always found a way to get back to him. She was especially rebellious during their teens, already wanting to act like a grown up.

“Was that supposed to strike an enemy down?” (Y/N) scoffed, frightening Thorin as he trained by himself.

He sighed, raising his sword again to practice his movements.“Like you would know.”

She circled her own sword in her hand, smirking as she approached him.“I think you forget that my father is Captain of the Royal guard. I’ve been watching him train since I was a babe. And I began practicing before you.”

“Doesn’t mean you’re any better.”

She swiftly spun around, using the momentum to strike, their swords clashing together as Thorin defended himself.

“Well, let’s see then, shall we?” she grunted as she pushed him away.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to spar with each other, though it had been a while since they last did. Both were just as strong as the other, skilled with their movements, their swords clashing as they yelled at each other. Smiles gradually grew on their faces. They hadn’t sparred for ages in Thorin’s eyes, (Y/N) had been constantly pulled away by her mother, which infuriated him. Why did (Y/N) have to follow the rules? She was a lady, just with a few more skills; she knew how to fight, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, why was that a bad thing?

(Y/N) had the upper hand, she was about to trip him up when her mother’s voice shouted at her. Distracted for just a second, Thorin took the advantage and pushed her over, though wasn’t expecting her to pull him down with her. They both groaned, (Y/N)’s mother already telling them off for their behaviour.

“My apologies my prince, but (Y/N) was supposed to be attending her classes this morning.” she scolded, hauling (Y/N) to her feet.

“I do not need to learn how to use a set of cutlery again, mother! Why can’t I use this time to train?” (Y/N) snapped.

“Because it isn’t what ladies do!”

“It’s what this lady does! I am going to ensure that I change the way women should be looked at in future.”

The older woman groaned, snatching the sword away.“You are just embarrassing yourself now. Remember what we spoke of?”

(Y/N)’s face immediately dropped, becoming more reserved. He had never seen her this sad, and never backed down from her mother. His eyes widened even more when she turned and curtsied.

“I am sorry my prince, I shouldn’t have acted so foolish.” she said, keeping her eyes cast down.

“Uh...I-it’s alright my lady.” he stumbled, watching as they walked away.

Even though the two stayed friends, their shared time was a thing of the past. Both had to learn of their roles in this world. Thorin was being taught how to be a king alongside his father, his grandfather passing down wisdom; (Y/N) too was taught of royal duties, but was able to sneak away time to time, focusing her pent up anger into her movements. Her father would catch her, though unlike her mother, he wouldn’t stop her. Her mother knew she was still training, however, she couldn’t stand to see her daughter upset, so never said anything of it.

(Y/N) checked her appearance in the mirror one last time before continuing down the hallway. Another birthday had come for the king, and of course these dwarves didn’t miss a chance to throw a celebration. Dressed in a beautiful dark, red gown, she made her way down to the throne room where the party was starting.

“That cannot be (Y/N), I don’t think I’ve seen her in a dress for years.” Thorin teased as he appeared behind her.

They bowed and curtsied respectfully to each other.“You know, you could actually compliment me properly once in a while.”

He held out his arm to her.“You look beautiful.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched, surprised at how genuine he was being.”Thank you.”

“Father says there will be an announcement tonight.” he said, they hadn’t made a move to enter the room.

(Y/N) didn’t look at him.

“You know already, don’t you?”

She nodded, a small sigh following.

“You’ve known since we were teens.”

“Yes.” she admitted.“Mother said I shouldn’t tell you.”

“I understand.”

“You do?”

“I knew something was wrong ever since you stopped defying your mother. I didn’t like that side of you.”

Their eyes finally met. (Y/N) decided to get it over with. Better it come from her than his grandfather.“What would you say if I told you we had to spend the rest of our lives together?”

“I would say that it would be a life well spent.”

(Y/N) hadn’t expected this to go so well.“Good. You should be saying that. I think I’m the only woman you’ve ever spoken to without stuttering.”

Thorin smiled as he rolled his eyes.“Perhaps I am making a terrible mistake.”

(Y/N) nudged him in the ribs, though she smiled too.“You mean the best decision of your life.”

They entered the room, someone announcing their arrival. All heads turned to watch them before returning to the music and drinking. (Y/N)’s heart couldn’t stop racing, neither could Thorin’s. They had both accepted their arranged marriage, both as nervous as the other. It had felt natural, there had always been something there, even before either knew of the decision their parents had arranged. Throughout the night, they had stayed together, something their parents and subjects were pleased about. It hadn’t really been a secret to anyone, Thorin was never trusting of many people, but seeing as (Y/N) had been by his side since childhood, he never questioned her. The people of the kingdom had faith in their union and the future they would rule.

Only a month later they were adding the finishing touches to the wedding plans, having to think of an entire kingdom celebrating as well as the tiny details. (Y/N) had surprisingly enjoyed every moment, even when confined with stuck up ladies who always had something to say. Everything had come together smoothly, but all she wanted now was to be married.

“(Y/N)!” Thorin yelled, his voice echoing through the halls.

She would have smiled if his voice hadn’t sounded so panicked. Thorin was running towards her, and her nerves built as he grabbed her hand, already pulling her in the direction he came from.

“Thorin, what is happening?”

“We need to leave. Our scouts have spotted something.”

“What? Thorin, stop!” She tugged on his arm, and he reluctantly stopped.“Explain, now.”

“A dragon, Smaug, he’s been spotted.”

“D-dragon? How far away?”

“Not far. Which is why we’re leaving now.”

They carried on running.“We need to stay and defend our home! Why are we running?!”

“We cannot defend ourselves against a dragon! If we want to live, we need to leave.”

“What about our family? What about our people? Our-”

Thorin halted again, raising his voice at (Y/N) like he never had before.“What matters right now is that I get you to safety! Just do as I say!”

(Y/N) was shocked, though did nothing as Thorin continued to pull her along. She cursed herself for wearing a dress that day, heels clacking on the floor as they sprinted down the halls. They headed down spirals of staircases, passing guards, soldiers and servants. She desperately wanted to stop them, make sure they were going to get out to their families or escape themselves, but Thorin’s consistent tugging stopped her. It got darker, there were less torches to light the way. (Y/N) struggled to keep up, her heart rate accelerating rapidly, mind clouded with so many thoughts of what their people were going through. Did they know? Were they all escaping too?

“Mother, father!” She exclaimed as they finally made it down the stairs, spotting them waiting for her.

“(Y/N)!” they both cried, clutching onto her as she embraced them.

“Your majesties, we must leave now.” a guard said, making (Y/N) realise that the king and his son were also there. As they began to follow him, (Y/N)’s father quickly shoved a sheathed sword into her hand, urging her to buckle it around her waist.

(Y/N) said nothing as Thorin took her hand again, following the guards now. She knew not to ask questions yet, they needed to escape. It was in these moments of silence that everything was hitting (Y/N). The wedding was a month away, all those people that were making their journeys already, all those staff members that worked so hard to arrange everything, there were so many people here, yet she was the one taking a secret passage to escape.

“There are men waiting with your horses ahead, the route they will take you on shall get us far away from here.” the guard explained.

“Where are we supposed to go?” (Y/N)’s mother asked.

Everyone shared worried glances, waiting for an answer.“We do not know my lady. But anywhere is safer than here.”

Their tired feet kept moving, muscles aching from the rough terrain beneath them. Once they reached the horses, they were met by other nobility and council members, all the important figureheads.

“Captain, everyone is here and accounted for!” a guard saluted to (Y/N)’s father.

Her father brought his horse to the front.“We must stay in a group and keep moving quickly. We will find a safe and substantial land.”

“And our people?” (Y/N) piped up.

All heads turned to her.“We have soldiers taking care of that.”

“Are they headed to the same place as us?”

“(Y/N), there is no time to discuss-”

“But they could die!”

“YOU COULD DIE!” for the second time today, another loved one had screamed at her.

Stunned to silence, (Y/N) frowned, turning her head away. She heard her father sigh before the horses started to ride, and she had no choice but to follow. They rode away from the terrors, but even miles away, they could hear screaming. (Y/N) wanted to desperately stop, as did Thorin; but Thorin’s main concern was his soon to be wife, she was the most important factor of it all. He didn’t know what he would do if she was hurt...or worse.

The company stopped, seeing that their horses were growing tired. As they quickly rested, (Y/N) looked back to see the cause of the faint screams. Even though they were far away, she could still see how big the dragon was compared to the land around it, and it terrified her. People were dying, people had no home, yet the people who were supposed to be leading them had fled themselves. She felt like a coward.

“(Y/N), look away.” Thorin softly said, trying to turn her by her shoulders.

She wriggled out of his touch.“No! Look at them! Look at your people, my people! They need leadership, and yet here their leaders are, running away instead of facing the problem.”

“(Y/N)!” Her mother began to scold her but was interrupted.

“Thorin, if we are to be a good king and queen when our time comes, how will the people trust us? They’ll look back on this time that we abandoned them.”

“If you go back, you may not even live to become queen!”

“Well at least I would have died trying to help, mother!”

"She's right." Thorin grumbled.

"My son, we cannot turn back." Thrain said.

"No, but we need to see who is close behind. We have no kingdom if our people are not there with us."

"(Y/N)," her father called,"what do you propose we do?"

(Y/N) suddenly realised that they were all watching her, waiting for a plan. Thorin could see the worry in her eyes, reaching over to grab her hand. She felt slight comfort, until the screams started again. Looking back st her father, he nodded to her, and she took a deep breath before speaking.

"You're right. We can't go back, especially with such little weaponry. But we need to meet those who have escaped half way. I assumed this trail stays off the main road?"

The guard leading them nodded.

"So we carry on for a few more miles before diverting back to the main road. Smaug isn't going to come this far. He just wants what is in the mountain, and he's already reigned terror over our home, and I assume the nearest village or town."

"The trail leads back to the main road three miles from here. If we keep going now at a constant speed, we may reach anyone who has made it this far."

"Good. Then it is settled. Anyone wishing to go another route, you are free to do so."

No one moved, even the horses remained relatively still. The guard clicked his tongue, the horse moving, everyone else following. They did as they planned, heading towards where they hoped their people would be. And she was right, (Y/N) had prayed there would be some survivors, there were more than she had thought. A gathering of people, all different ages, some carrying their possessions and some without anything. The crowd noticed the sound of horses, watching as their royals descended down the hillside.

"Is everyone alright?" (Y/N) wasted no time to check.

There were various protests, some cheering at the sight of her and others angry at what had happened. (Y/N) only wanted to make sure no one was hurt, to start leading them to a better life, though that seemed much harder staring it in the face.

"Listen to her!" Thorin's voice boomed, silencing them all.

"I know you are angry. I know you have lost your homes today. I know that we are not certain of our future. But I am angry, I have lost my home, and I don't know what to think of the future. However, I know the first step we need to take in order to rebuild what we have lost."

(Y/N) glanced at her parents, the king, and the princes. It was wrong of her to undermine the king, however, the bowing of his head and small smile reassured her that this was the right thing to do. Thorin pulled up his horse beside her, waiting for her to continue. He had faith in her words; (Y/N) was dedicated to her people, even without being a princess yet. How had he found this woman? Fate had been in his side his whole life, now it was testing him through these hard times.

"I am sorry. I'm sorry that we couldn't warn you in time. But in a situation such as this, no one could be certain of when Smaug would attack. Yes, he took our homes, but we are the ones that make those houses a home. We are the ones that bring the laughter, the joy, the smiles that our children also bear. I assure you, that if you follow us, we will lead you to a new home, somewhere we can raise our children safely and happily. But I can't do it alone."

Thorin took that as his cue."My fiance speaks the truth. Smaug has not defeated us. All my life I have been taught how to look after you, and I don't only want to do this because I am a prince, I want to because it's the right thing to do. So I ask you, will you follow us? Will you avenge your fallen brothers and sisters?"

The crowd raised their voices in reconcile, raising their fists or weapons. One shouted out above the rest."Long live the king and queen!"

Soon everyone was chanting, despite the ruling king only a few feet away. But Thror was not phased, he was relieved. The people accepted their future rulers, faith had been somewhat restored for now. If his grandson and his fiance could lead and control now, Thror had belief that they would return to their mountain, reclaiming what is rightfully theirs.

"You made the right choice." Thorin leaned over to (Y/N).

"Good. Because I definitely didn't think before I spoke."

"I want to marry you."

"I should hope so, our wedding was only a month away."

"No, I need to marry you now. No big wedding, just us, your parents and my family."

"As soon as we can."

Caught in the moment, he kissed her lightly, both jumping as the crowd cheered even louder if that was possible. They both blushed, before joining the people in a battle cry, raising their fists in the air as if they were headed to battle; and they soon would be.

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7 Little Superheroes (a good ol’ fashioned...kidnapping mystery?)

(Thanks to IMDb)

Anyway, the writes of Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends thought this would be a great story to adapt. Just three problems...

1. The “Spider Friends” were just three. No worries, we’ll just bring in 7 guest heroes!

2. The show is only half an hour long (minus commercials and credits, so more like 20 minutes) No problem, we’ll cut the cast to 7 total.

3. That damn issue with violence on kids’ TV, plus do we really wanna kill off heroes like Captain America? Ummmm...right...they’ll just be...captured?

(Thanks to The Lord of the Rings Animated Wiki)

Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, from the Rankin-Bass Animation production of The Hobbit (a much better version than Peter Jackson’s production as it was more cohesive while being less than 20% as long, but I digress...)

If you would like to watch the episode, Watch Cartoons Online has your hookup.

The episode begins with the Chameleon spouting the first lines of the poem...

7 Little Superheroes vanish one by one...7 Little Superheroes, soon there will be none!

When the heroes reach Wolf Island, Iceman’s ice slide accidentally covers the lake that Prince Namor of Atlantis, the Sub-Mariner (hero #4) was swimming in. Iceman apologizes, but Namor insults them and flies off (yes, the undersea prince can fly. Don’t ask me, I just report this stuff!) Upon entering the mansion, the group encounters the Sorcerer Supreme, Doctor Strange (hero #5), Captain America (#6), and Shanna the Jungle Queen (who? I mean #7) [NOTE: the comic version is Shanna the She-Devil, but the writers understandably changed her name for the episode...I mean, no sense pissing off the parents! I still have never heard of her...]

The Chameleon makes his presence (and intentions) known. This pisses off Namor (what doesn’t?) and he decides to leave, only to run into a force field (bet that pissed him off too) which covers the mansion, trapping everyone on the grounds! Then we get our first clue as to who’s on the chopping block...

7 Little Superheroes in quite a fix...One will meet fire, then there will be six!

The group deduces that their “host” is the Chameleon, and that he very well could be disguising himself as any of them! (I thought he just disguised himself. Can he mimic powers too?)

Namor (no doubt is the most pissed off way possible) decides it’s best to work alone as he can’t trust appearances. (know what Namor is an anagram for? Mor...an? hmmm, doesn’t quite work, but you get my point) He finds a swimming pool and decides he is needs a dip (I swear, the jokes write themselves!) When he jumps in, he discovers the pool is in fact filled with alcohol (the cleaning kind, not the fun kind. You’d think he’d be able to smell the difference between water and alcohol...), which dries his skin and weakens him. Namor attempts to fly over the pool to the exit, but the Chameleon ignites the alcohol. The heat further weakens Namor and he falls into the fiery pool!

Let’s check in with Iceman and Captain America out on the grounds, shall we?

6 Little Superheroes trying to stay alive...One will step into quicksand, and then there will be five!

Seems a bit specific, don’t ya think? I mean, all you have to do is stay off the ground, right? Iceman falls prey to a snare trap that suspends him about 10 feet off the ground. Cap rushes to his aid, only to catch a tripwire of his own, sending flying barbs his way. They’re easily blocked by his shield, but there are a lot of ‘em...

“Spider-Man” arrives on the scene, suggesting Cap dive into a nearby pond until the barbs stop flying. (three guesses what the “pond” actually is...) Captain Gullible dives in, and is pulled down by the quicksand. Iceman freezes the rope to free himself (why didn’t he do that before?) and is about to freeze the pond to save Cap, but “Spider-Man” offers to use his webbing to pull him out instead, only the webbing doesn’t stick to Cap and he sinks below the surface as “Spider-Man” swings away, chuckling menacingly as Ms. Lion snarls at him.

Firestar and Doctor Strange arrive, and Firestar deduces that it must have been the Chameleon. The three follow Ms. Lion back to the mansion where we see Spider-Man finally freeing himself from the trap panel by climbing down the flue (seriously, how does the Chameleon not have a problem with woodland animals invading his home?) just in time for Iceman to hit him hard with a blast of frozen mistaken identity. The group quickly realizes their error when Ms. Lion shows concern for Spidey.

Let’s check in on Shanna the She-Devil Jungle Queen. She has climbed a nearby spire to get a view of the surroundings. I’m sure the view is impressive, but instead of getting your breath taken away by it, shouldn’t you be watching the Chameleon setting off the explosions in the very spire you’re standing on? (he does get around, doesn’t he?) Shanna falls into a pit (what? no poem?), but not before she sends a telepathic distress call (wait, she can do that? I honestly don’t know, as I’ve never heard of her) to Doctor Strange. The Spider Friends and Strange rush to her aid.

Unfortunately, by the time they arrive, the Chameleon has changed into Shanna. (This is beyond being a quick-change artist. This is shape-shifting!) “Shanna” then jumps down and hangs off of a nearly ledge (you’d think someone with Shanna’s agility could get herself out of that predicament) as the group approaches. “Shanna” falls just in time for Spider-Man to swing in to catch her.

The group might have been fooled if not for Ms. Lion not liking her (who knew cartoon dogs were such excellent judges of character?), so the now-revealed Chameleon takes his revenge by opening a trap door under her. Fortunately, Spider-Man grabs her before she falls.

The group chases “Shanna” into a maze of caves (pretty sure you can guess what happens here). The Chameleon hides as Firestar flies by, then transforms into her.

5 Little Superheroes want to know the score? One will run into herself, and then there will be four!

Fortunately, the group guesses correctly (or have they forgotten about Shanna?) and run after Firestar, who was scouting ahead, (have these people not learned to not let ANYONE out of their sight when there’s a shape-shifter around?!) but not fast enough as Firestar encounters “Firestar”, who blasts her with freezing air, incapacitating her as she falls down a trap door!

Meanwhile, Shanna manages to free herself from the rubble (guess the count was right after all) and goes looking for the group (pretty sure we all know what’s about to happen...)

“Firestar” starts a recording as he joins the group, making everyone think he’s the real deal

4 Little Superheroes, scared as can be...A demon will devour one, and then there will be three!

Right on cue, a robotic “demon” shows up to attack the group. Shanna chooses this moment to find the group, distracting them long enough for the demon to blast the group, sending everyone except Doctor Strange flying, then he eats Strange! Spidey deduces “Firestar” is not who he says he is, so the Chameleon runs off.

3 Little Superheroes, racing to pursue...But one will fall right off the bridge, and then there will be two!

In the middle of the Chameleon’s poem, he starts a tremor as Shanna falls (heh) behind. Spider-Man tries to web her, but she falls into the chasm below before the web reaches her! (not sure why he couldn’t try again...)

So with just the wall crawler and Iceman left, things seem grim. In desperation, the pair heads outside so Iceman can try to break through the force field again.

2 Little Superheroes out in the sun...the Iceman will be melted, and now there is but one!

Once again, the Chameleon strikes before he finishes speaking, this time with a heat ray that nullifies his ice powers, then a tractor beam to draw him back into the mansion!

Gonna hit the pause button and go back XX years to when I first saw the episode up to this point. I honestly was shocked that the show would kill off Captain America and Doctor Strange (i had no clue who Shanna was and, to be honest, Namor was being a complete ass so deserved what he got), but in both Iceman’s and Firestar’s cases, their fates were a bit more benign as Firestar was being incapacitated by icy jets of air (so essentially tortured instead of killed, then?) and Iceman was captured rather than given a death scene. I guessed this was because they had “star power” immunity and would eventually be rescued (I mean, they wouldn’t kill the title characters, right?) Yes, now I know how things worked better, but my younger self...

Pause over, let’s resume. It seems that Iceman and Firestar are imprisoned next to each other, so the Chameleon tricks them into using their powers on one another.

Meanwhile, webhead has re-entered the mansion. One rotating wall later, he falls into a web (ironic)

1 Little Superhero eaten to the bone...Leaving myself, the super super villain, all by myself alone!

A giant robotic spider comes across the web, hoping for a bit of cannibalism (of a sort, I guess...) Spidey discovers the “web” is made of electrical cables, so tears the end from one and jabs it into the spider, shorting it out with a jolt of deus ex supershit. Escaping the room, he finds a room where all six “victims” are alive. (Cap, Strange, and Shanna are imprisoned, while Namor, Iceman, and Firestar are incapacitated by their weaknesses) That’s when the Chameleon announces he has rigged the island with enough explosives to level it, and will do so in a minute (OK, the show is at 20:30...let’s see if the bomb can be defused by 21:30)

While we’re on the subject of suspension of disbelief, how the hell did the Chameleon get Namor out of the fire, Cap out of the quicksand, and Shanna out of the abyss...not to mention moving Iceman and Firestar from their cells to this chamber...when he has been sticking close to the heroes or in his control room the entire episode? Strange was obviously transported there by the robotic demon, but how did the Chameleon keep him from casting spells?

First, Spidey redirects the heat lamp drying out Namor onto the block of ice imprisoning Firestar (wouldn’t she have suffocated by now?), with the melt flowing around Namor, reviving him, and Iceman, dousing his flaming cage. (29 seconds left...) Namor then destroys the generator near the cage (guess it was electrified...? That explains why Cap wouldn’t just use his strength to bend the bars. 9 seconds to go , by the way...)

The Chameleon takes off in his helicopter (21:38 Everyone’s dead, including the Chameleon) and deactivates the force field. Doctor Strange magics everyone to the roof and Spidey shoots a web onto the chopper, pulling himself up and inside.

Meanwhile, the timer is obviously running slow as it’s reading T-18 seconds one minute and 47 seconds after the one minute timer started. We switch back to the chopper where Spidey has finished tying up the Chameleon with webbing. (obviously the Chameleon got beat up off-camera where no parents could object) Spidey then grabs a megaphone and calls to the others

7 Little Superheroes, get together gang...Swing on my spider-line cuz there’s gonna be a bang! (No shit! It should have happened a minute ago!)

The heroes fly off, abandoning poor Ms. Lion! (11 seconds on the timer when it should have gone off a minute and sixteen seconds ago. The Chameleon really needs to not skimp on his timers next time) Firestar realizes they forgot the dog. Spidey takes aim and shoots a line, snaring Ms. Lion and pulling her to safely as the explosives go off a minute and thirty-five seconds late!

The web-slinger give Ms. Lion the props she deserves for giving the heroes an unexpected edge as we fade out.

#marvel #spider-man #animation #spider-man and his amazing friends #doctor strange #sub-mariner #captain america #who is shanna again?#Fan Colored Glasses

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