#Young Kili

[lucifer5lucy]

Some lazy sketching for y'all.

I swear lucifer was shooting stares at Lucy when she took killi out and left the house of lamentation in utter chaos.

[shiinata-library]

So cute!!! 😍😍😍

Uh oh looks like i procrastinated and made a new sketchbook spread, welp. Behold the fluffiest uncles with their adorable nephews and tiny Frodo with crazy bed hair.

[basil--and--sage]

Uncle Thorin headcanons nobody can dissuade me from, part 2: young uncle Thorin

(part 1), (Dwalin)

during Dís' pregnancies he acts like a rock for her and her nervous husband, while he is secretly terrified when she goes into labour

he weeps the first time he gets to hold his nephews (and the 10 times afterwards)

he handles Fíli like a bomb in the beginning, because he is scared of accidently dropping or hurting him

after Fíli is weaned and Kíli is born, Dís and her husband have a hard time, since Kíli is a very restless baby. To give them some more breathing room, little Fíli spends the next few years in a sling tied around Thorin's chest and accompanies him everywhere. Thorin is more than a little sad, when this time ends, but fortunately soon Kíli is weaned and then Thorin gets to carry him around everywhere

he gives them cute nicknames. Fíli is his jewel and Kíli his gem.

he goes into crisis mode whenever one of the lads coughs more than once (fortunately Óin is very patient)

when Fíli and Kíli are small, they often climb into his bed at night, for example when they are cold or scared. It usually ends with Thorin waking up with at least one of Kíli's feet in his face or an elbow in his gut

he cuddles the two all the time and after little Gimli is born, he gets the same treatment

whenever all of them get together, Thorin usually ends up with three Dwarflings on his lap. (he found a way to stack them. Dís doesn't know what to think about that)

the only reason Fíli and Kíli don't call him adad is the fact, that Thorin would never claim that title out of respect for his late brother-in-law

when they are all of a sudden grown-ups, he sorely misses the time when they were small enough to sit on his knee or come running for a hug

he has a box hidden under his bed with his nephews' old things. He gets a little misty-eyed whenever he looks at their tiny baby boots. (one time he shows them to Dwalin, which ends with both of them sobbing. They don't speak of this afternoon)

he is in general a lot more affectionate and caring with them than on the quest, which is one of the reasons Fíli and Kíli are disturbed by his behaviour starting in mirkwood

[pilkypills]

jewelry

[sylveongender]

thinking of the contrasts between fili and kili in that kili is not seen as a typical dwarf through things such as short beard, no braids, uses a bow, falls in love with an elf, etc. while fili is always doing the most he can to prove himself as a good dwarf and a good heir to thorin. really shows the difference in fili being the eldest and being more uptight since he has more pressure on him while kili is more rambunctious and free spirited since he doesn’t have as much pressure on him

[gayles55]

@blairsanne for your comfort stories? @sotwk I guess it's your project. Apologies for being a Tumblr newbie!

I tried something new. Writing a Middle Earth story about young Fili and Kili and Uncle Thorin. I was inspired by this amazing piece of art by @sugarsu Here is the link to the original post. If you like the artwork, please consider reblogging the original post as well.

In the woods of Ered Luin

Summary: Uncle Thorin is taking care of young Fili and Kili and they visit the woods in the area of Ered Luin, The Blue Mountains. Just a lot of fluff and a somewhat anxious Thorin at times, but we all know the boys, so we can't really blame him 😉

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It was still early, but Fili and Kili had already been running around since their eyes had opened to a beautiful day in Ered Luin. Dis and Thorin were sitting at the kitchen table, quietly drinking their coffee and listening to the chatter and laughter of the boys. Thorin usually didn’t have a lot of time, so he valued these family moments very much.

Thorin had offered to spend the day with his little nephews. His dear sister Dis had gratefully accepted the offer and looked forward to having some time to herself. But as soon as Thorin had offered to take the boys, next to excitement a little pang of fear hit him. What mayhem would he encounter this fine day? Nothing ever did not happen, something always did.

Thorin mustered up his courage and got up to fetch the boys. When he saw a heap of pebbles, blankets, pillows and a cat on top of it, he wondered what had happened in the few minutes he had taken his eyes off of them. Shaking his head, he said, 'Come on boys, get your coats, put on your boots.’

The heap of blankets, pillows, pebbles and cat immediately came apart and two pairs of eyes looked at him questioningly. 'Where are we going uncle Thorin?' they asked. 

“You’ll see. Now come on, get ready,’ he told them.

Not long after, they entered the forest near the Blue Mountains. It was a beautiful day so far, but the big furry clouds in the distance promised some well deserved rain for the plants and wildlife in the forest. The leaves were softly rustling in the breeze, birds were chirping and singing, insects buzzing. The forest was so full of life, yet so peaceful. 

Kili was jumping and running around. There was so much to see. Flowers, plants, little rocks, insects. Thorin smiled. That boy never seemed to run out of energy. Fili was usually much more reserved and quiet. He was walking alongside Thorin, observing the woods, asking him all kinds of questions and Thorin was answering them patiently.

‘What animals will we see today uncle Thorin?’ Fili asked. ‘Will there be moose? And wolves? What about bunnies? Oh look, uncle Thorin, what kind of bird is that?’ his little fingers pointing at a bird with a bright red chest, singing its morning song on one the branches of a big oak tree.

Thorin cringed at the idea of encountering a wolf and the pebbles being in danger, but he didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, for Kili came running up to him. 

‘Look uncle Thorin, look what I have!’ he exclaimed enthusiastically. He was holding something in his tiny hands, careful not to drop it. Thorin crouched down. ‘What have you got there little man?’ 

Kili opened his little hands and a black spider crawled out. ‘You can have it uncle Thorin,’ he said proudly and with a big grin on his face. ‘I fetched it for you.’

Oh dear, how to get himself out of that situation.

‘I think the spider is …,’ he started

‘Ciaran’,  Kili said.

‘What?’ Thorin looked at Kili, confused.

‘It’s name is Ciaran,’ Kili explained.

Thorin raised his eyebrows at that and scratched his beard. Wow, he had only just found the spider and it already had a name as if it were part of the family and needed to be taken up in the Durin family tree.

The new addition to the line of Durin was quickly forgotten though, when a rustle of leaves alerted Thorin and he looked in the direction of the sound. The word ‘wolves’ still fresh in his mind, he grabbed Kili and told him to be quiet. He checked on Fili, who was crouching down beside Thorin, imitating his uncle and all three of them looked in the direction of the moving bushes nearby.

A little spooked by Fili’s question about wolves, Thorin wished that he had brought his sword. He held his breath, but he sighed with relief when a deer and a fawn appeared and not a big bad wolf. 

‘Oh look uncle Thorin,’ Kili pointed at the fawn, ‘A baby deer! Can we go pet it?’ he asked excitedly.

‘No, Kili,’ Thorin said, ‘They are erm … having breakfast. It’s best to leave them be.’ 

Kili sighed disappointedly and Thorin chuckled.

‘Come on boys, let’s go about our way. There is a stream not far from here.’ 

That also got Fili excited and both pebbles ran ahead, their chatter and laughter echoing between the trees. It warmed Thorin 's heart to see them so excited and happy. With a smile on his face, he followed his nephews in the direction of the stream. 

The clouds, which had seemed so far away at the start of their walk, now gathered above them, hiding the sun and making the forest a little darker. Drops of rain started to fall and the calming sound of the raindrops falling on the foliage and the fresh smell of wet earth had a calming effect on Thorin. All anxiety about wolves forgotten. 

He loved the woods, the sounds, the smells. He filled his lungs with a deep breath of fresh air and for a moment closed his eyes and held his face up to the sky, the fresh rain drops gently falling on his face, his beard and his long, dark hair, which was held back with a beautiful handcrafted clip in the form of a raven. 

He stood there, enjoying the moment, but then, at once, snapped back to reality. It had gone quiet. Even though shouting and noise usually didn’t mean anything good when the boys were concerned, neither did absolute silence. He quickened his pace and almost tripped over a boot and another one and another. He followed the trail of boots, picking them up. Apparently, the boys had decided that they no longer needed those. 

He approached the stream and saw Fili crouched down, his blue cape over his head and his chin resting in the palm of his hand.  Kili was perched on his hands and knees on a flat stone in the stream.  They were studying a black bird which was hopping from stone to stone in the stream. The bird paused, sat on a stone and curiously turned its head from side to side, seemingly as curious as the boys. It was altogether a peaceful sight, the dripping sound of the raindrops making little circles in the water, the gently flowing stream, and the boys watching the bird, watching the boys.

Thorin crouched down next to Fili and put his big hand on Fili’s tiny shoulder. So that’s why the little rascals had gone quiet, he thought and smiled.

‘Can we keep him uncle?' Kili asked, breaking the silence. ‘Can we take him home so that we can show him to amad?’

‘No my dear boy, your mother wouldn’t be very happy if you took a bird home. It lives here, in the forest, you know. This is its home.  Everyone and everything has its own place in this world and the woods is where the bird belongs. It would be sad if it had to leave his home. You don’t want it to be sad, do you?’

Thorin heard himself say the words and for a moment sadness hit him. His thoughts went to Erebor, his home, where he belonged and which he had been forced to leave and for which he longed with all his heart. One day, he would return to the Lonely Mountain. He was sure of it.

He didn’t have long to think about it, because a frog hopped out of the water, onto the stone chasing off the bird. 

Kili giggled and reached for the frog. ‘Can we take …’ he started.

‘No, Kili, we can’t take the frog home either,’ Thorin said sternly, but he had a hard time keeping a straight face. Kili seemed to want to take home every animal and insect he encountered. Thorin was sure that Dis wouldn’t appreciate a zoo in her home. 

After a moment, Thorin got up and said, ‘Come on boys, put your boots back on. Let’s go see if amad has something nice to fill your bellies ok? You must be hungry after all these adventures.’ 

With that, the frog was all about forgotten, the boys hurried to put their boots on and off they went with Thorin in tow. Thorin was quietly enjoying the walk back home, while Kili and Fili chased after butterflies, found treasures - read 'stones' - along the way, chased each other and left Thorin wondering if he, Frerin and Dis had ever had the same amount of energy as these two boys. 

The rain had stopped, the sun had broken through the clouds, its rays illuminating the way home and he couldn’t have been more relaxed.

By the time they got home, Thorin was quite proud of himself that so far, the day had passed without any incidents and mayhem under his supervision. He was grateful for the family time, but also, deep down, grateful to be handing them back over to their mother, his dear sister, whom he admired more and more, every time he looked after the boys.  But also deep down, he longed for another day with his nephews, whom he loved as if they were his own sons.

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[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

reread charles soule's daredevil run and I am thinking AGAIN about sam and this fucking line:

"three, mr. murdock. that's the number I came up with. I would have let three of those people die to save my eyes from muse."

and jesus christ. he's like nineteen. he's nineteen years old and he's weighing everything his mother taught him (we look out for ourselves, because who else will?) and everything daredevil taught him (don't die, don't let anyone else die, but at some point you're going to have to choose) and trying to figure out where they intersect.

and he comes up with an answer. the answer is three.

and daredevil? matt murdock? he would give up his eyes to save anyone, ever, in a heartbeat. he exists to sacrifice. he saves others by sacrificing. (it's a very audacious jesus parallel, in some ways, and some authors are more hamfisted about it than others) hell, the whole reason he's blind is because he pushed someone else out of the way of that truck.

matt gave up his eyes to save one person. sam would have let three people die to keep his.

and it's fascinating to me because these characters are basically perfect foils (oops literary analysis sidequest unlocked) like. matt is a hero because his ideals and his virtues will not let him be anything else. he's tried not being daredevil and it makes him feel guilty. he wants to help people because he feels like a piece of shit when he doesn't. but sam? sam saw the shit going on in his community and he built an invisibility suit to fight it. despite his mom trying to convince him that he didn't need to be a hero. he chose it. he chose it over her. and then he went the fuck back and chose it again. stick was like "here's a sword, guard this cave in the middle of nowhere in japan" and sam was like yeah sure. I'll vibe in the wilderness in a tent for an indeterminate amount of time.

he got his eyes back (kind of) and he's still doing this.

[streets-in-paradise]

I rewatched An Unexpected Journey, let me bring to you one more character parallel nobody asked for just because it crossed my mind.

[babe-bombadil]

A Long-Lost Home

Summary: A short story of young Fili and his uncle Thorin

Written for @tolkienfamilyweek Day 3 - Extended Family

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,053

Read on AO3 or below

Thorin kicked off his boots and let out a huff. Winter was coming, and each day the trek from the forge back to the house he shared with his sister became more difficult. He shrugged off his coat and made his way to the kitchen, fully expecting an ambush from his sister-sons at any moment. Young Fili and Kili never seemed to tire of jumping on him as soon as his presence was made known, no matter how difficult his day has been. Eventually, Thorin had learned to accept the inevitable and humor them for a bit before relaxing for the evening. When no tiny arms were flung around him, he cautiously approached the kitchen.

On the counter sat Kili, his tiny mouth and hands covered in pink stains. Dis was furiously rubbing a rag on his face, attempting to scrub some of it off. 

“Mum, that huuuurts,” the young dwarf groaned.

“Well, next time maybe you ought to be a little clearer while eating. Or perhaps just stay away from the raspberry bushes altogether!” Dis gave a little shake of her head and dipped the rag into a nearby bowl of water.

“Uncle Forin!!” Kili screamed as he caught sight of him. The boy had recently lost his front teeth and Thorin had to fight a smile anytime his lisp made an appearance. Unfortunately, however, Kili hadn’t yet learned the value of volume control. It seemed he only knew how to yell. The line of Durin’s eardrums sustained continual damage.

The young dwarf reached his hands out to his uncle but before Thorin could lift him off the counter, Dis turned and shot her brother a glare.

“Oh no you don’t! This one’s not going anywhere till I get him cleaned up.” Kili looked back up at his uncle, big brown eyes pleading to be saved. Another time Thorin may have taken the boy’s side, but he knew there was no use provoking Dis when she was already in a sour mood. She too had the legendary Durin temper.

A frustrated shriek and the sound of something crashing echoed down the hall from the direction of the bathroom. Dis, still scrubbing Kili’s face, turned to Thorin with a sigh.

“Would you please go see what that’s about? Fili’s been in there half an hour, doing Durin knows what.” Thorin squeezed his sister’s shoulder and turned in the direction of the commotion.

Fili was standing on a chair and glaring in the mirror. An unfinished plait laid partly done across his scalp. Well, if you could call it a plait. It was more like extra knots added into already very tangled hair.

“Now, now Fili my boy. What’s the matter?” 

Fili’s words came out in a rush.

“I was trying to braid my hair but it was so tangled cause me and Kili were playing in the bushes today but I couldn’t brush it out so I just tried braiding it but it won't work and now my arms hurt so bad and-“ Fili let go of his hair and buried his face in his arms with a frustrated huff. Thorin felt a touch of sympathy for his nephew. He very clearly remembered his own frustration when first learning to braid his hair. He laid a hand on Fili’s back.

“I felt the same way when I first learned to braid.”

“You?” Fili turned large eyes up to Thorin. “But you’re good at everything, Uncle!” A gruff chuckle escaped Thorin’s throat. 

“Not at first I wasn’t. It took a lot of practice and patience.”

“But I’ve been practicing so long !” Fili cried. “And I’ll never get these tangles out of my hair. I’m doomed to be ugly forever!” Thorin couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth lifting at that. His two nephews quite enjoyed catastrophizing.

“Let me help you then,” Thorin offered. He reached up into one of the shelves and pulled out a brush. Starting at the ends of Fili’s golden locks, he gently worked through each tangle. Fili’s head wasn’t as sensitive as his brother’s, who refused to even have his hair brushed, much less braided. Still, he involuntarily winced a few times when Thorin pulled a little too hard. When the brush finally passed unencumbered through the golden strands, the elder dwarf set it down and began parting the hair. He separated it into five thin bundles and began braiding.

“Um, Uncle?” Fili asked tentatively. Thorin raised an eyebrow.

“Can you tell me some more stories of home?” Thorin paused and looked down, swallowing an unexpected lump in his throat. Fili hadn’t yet been born when the dwarves had fled Erebor. He had never known the kingdom under the mountain. Yet, he still called it home. While Kili often begged his uncle for tales of adventure and bravery, Fili tended to like the tales of the lost kingdom more. The home he had never known.

“Uncle?” Fili’s small voice broke Thorin out of his reverie.

“Oh course, dear nephew.” He took a deep breath. “In the kingdom of Erebor lived a great king…”

Fili leaned into his uncle’s touch as Thorin gently pulled his hair through intricate patterns. While he weaved the hair, he weaved tales of Erebor. He let his love for his homeland shine through the stories. He told of the noble king Thror, whose rule was so great that even the elves paid respects to him. He told of the magnificent statues carved of ancient dwarf kings. He told of the vast riches the treasury held, of the prosperity of his people. He described great feasts held in the mighty halls of Erebor, the sound of laughter echoing off the high ceilings.

He did not speak of Smaug, nor of the gold sickness that took his grandfather. He spoke not of the Pale Orc nor the mines of Moria. Those tales could wait. For now, he would speak of happier times. Of golden days spent in his grandfather’s halls under the mountain.

At that moment, Thorin made an oath. He had always known one day he would reclaim Erebor, but today he promised himself that when he did, his nephews would be right there beside him. The line of Durin would return to their rightful place on the throne, where they would rule for centuries to come.

Thanks to @psyche-the-ya-protagonist for being my awesome beta reader!

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[coreofgold]

Go for gold!! Kili vs. the Olympics.

which game(s) would your character compete in for the olympics? – for a list of games, click here & here Kili would for sure compete in the archery portion. There's no questions about it

how would they likely rank in their event(s)? If I want to be biased, I'd say gold. He's done it so often and for so long that he'd definitely be up there. He even teaches archery so all that skill will definitely be of use. If I want to be fair, I'd say he get gold on best case and worse case, probably silver or tied for gold.

does your muse have a supernatural ability that could aid them? if so, how would they use them? He does not have any supernatural abilities. He just has practice in him.

if your muse isn't a skilled athlete, what sport(s) do they wish that they were able to play? Even though Kili is skilled in archery, I think he'd wish to try the bicycling one. His legs are just too short for traditional bikes and it bores him but he'd want to try it! That or skiing. Anything with adrenaline would work

if your muse wouldn't compete, what would be their favorite sport(s) to watch? would they prefer to watch in person or on tv if given the choice? If Kili wouldn't compete, he probably would still watch the archery. To name more, he'd like the fighting and fencing ones. Oh! And the football and soccer ones. He'd love to see it in person if they were able to leave Washington D.C.

if they come from a fictional country or world, what might their opening ceremony uniform look like? Kili would wear traditional dwarven armor for the opening ceremony.

what would their personal trading pin look like? Kili would probably have a trading pin that looks like a dwarven bow with a quiver with runes on it

what would their social media presence be like throughout the games? Kili has no idea how to work social media, so it'd be blurry shots and him screaming at events as he shakily records it. Fili would have to be with him to help him.

would they go viral on olympic tiktok? if so, what for? He probably would just because of his outfit. And he'd be like the muffin guy, obsessed with the muffins.

what would your muse like or dislike about the olympic village? He probably wouldn't care too much on what it looks like. He'd think it's cool he's not in America! But he'd probably have more to say on France itself then the village.

[yacrimago]

Ori and kili behaving like teenagers. Kili likes to be touchy when nori is around just to make him mad.

Ko-fi

[breitzbachbea]

Don't have time to write it but:

Kilian thinks that Angus is up to something in his free time, since he often arrives pretty tired and zoned out at school. Paddy is like " ... are you fucking kidding me", because to him it is pretty clearly about Angus getting up at asscrack in the morning to go through the barricades and probably all kind of other controls and hassles to get from his side of town to their school. Kilian remains unconvinced.

[rucow]

reminder that fíli and kíli are both older than bilbo by a few decades each and that they probably see him as a little brother and that's why they mess with him so much/are so protective of him fjsbsjfj

[shiinata-library]

It's so cute! I love how you write the young brothers and their babysitter 💙

Fall in Ered Luin 🎃

Summary: Family Fluff - Thorin spends the day with his young nephews Fili and Kili. Thorin thinks that after a couple of successful times, he has babysitting under control, but does he, really?

Inspired by, but not specifically for @fellowshipofthefics fotfictember I just finally have vacation and my muse showed up 💜

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Sunrays were illuminating the damp, mossy grounds of the Ered Luin woods, which were covered in an array of pretty red, yellow and brown colored leaves. The air was filled with the scent of Fall. Thorin took a deep, soothing breath and closed his eyes, the sunrays warming his face. For a moment, Kili and Fili’s chatter and laughter softened and a smile played on his lips. He was content. No, he was happy. A welcome change to the feelings of sadness which usually haunted him.

He opened his eyes again and looked at the boys scouring the ground for acorns, twigs and leaves and their little treasures, aka rocks.

Thorin had offered to take Fili and Kili for a walk in the woods, while Dis, his beloved sister, would get supplies from the market for a nice dinner and a pumpkin pie. 

Usually, when they went into the woods, the boys, especially Kili, wanted to bring home all kinds of things, including animals, but Thorin could proudly say that so far, he had managed to get home without much more than pretty rocks and pebbles and the occasional stick. 

Today, however, he had told them that they could bring anything home with them, so that they could make a nice Fall project from what they would find. Both Fili and Kili had brought their tiny rucksacks to carry their precious collection back home.

“Put the bunny down, Kili,” Thorin bellowed, when he saw Kili trying to stuff the animal into his rucksack. 

“But Uncle! “ Kili protested, “You said we could take anything!” 

With a sigh, Thorin crouched down beside his nephew and petted the bunny, before taking it and releasing it. Kili’s chin wobbled and tears sprang to his eyes. 

Thorin gently stroked the little pebble’s head and explained, “You can take any leaves, acorns, flowers and things like that, Kili. You just can’t take home any animals, ok? They belong here, in the woods” He smiled at Kili, pulled out an acorn from his pocket, which he had picked up earlier and Kili’s eyes lit up. Sorrows all forgotten, he sprang up and ran towards his brother to show him the gift.

Fili was crouched down, curiously studying some pretty colored mushrooms. “Uncle Thorin!”, he yelled, “come look”. He proudly pointed at his find. “Aren’t they pretty!” he exclaimed and Thorin had to admit that the big red mushrooms with white spots were a pretty sight on the green, mossy forest bed. He just loved the Fall and its colors and scents. 

After having roamed around a while and the pebbles having collected their treasures, they walked back home, where Dis was already unpacking the goodies she got from the market.

“Can we help make the pie?” Fili asked, having climbed up on a chair to look at the supplies sprawled out on the kitchen table. 

“I’m not sure that’s …” Dis started, but Thorin stepped in and offered to make the pie with the boys, so that she could rest a bit. Dis hesitated for a moment, but having some time to herself sounded wonderful. 

“I got this and the boys,” Thorin reassured her and gently ushered her out of the kitchen. 

“All right then.” Dis smiled and left them to it.

“So boys, what do we need?” Thorin asked, rolling up his sleeves.

“Forks!” Kili shouted.

“No, dumbass,” Fili laughed. “We first need to make the pie before we can eat it. We need the recipe, Uncle Thorin,” he said and climbed off the chair to grab the book from a side table, which was filled with cookbooks and notebooks with secret recipes by Dis. He had helped his mother in the kitchen many times before and he knew exactly which book had the recipe for the pumpkin pie.

For the next hour or so, Thorin and the boys managed to put the ingredients together and the pie was finally in the oven. When Dis entered the kitchen, she found Thorin, Fili and Kili and the entire kitchen, covered in flour and remnants of ingredients. Thorin looked a little guilty and the boys, well, they just looked proud. She couldn’t help but giggle. “Need a hand, my dear brother?” she asked. 

Thorin sighed gratefully and a while later, the kitchen, as well as Thorin, Fili and Kili, were spotless again. 

“Why don’t you go rest a bit near the fire?” she told Thorin. 

“Can we have a story, please, Uncle Thorin?” the boys pleaded, tucking on his shirt.

“Alright, alright,” Thorin agreed and swooped the boys up into his arms and onto his shoulder. With the boys dangling from his broad shoulders, giggling and squealing, he retreated from the kitchen, leaving Dis with a smile on her lips. She loved the boys so much and her brother wasn’t too bad either. 

When Dis entered the living area a while later with a tray laden with hot chocolate and pumpkin pie, she found the boys lying on their tummies on the soft rug in front of the fire, glued to Thorin’s lips, who was telling them a scary story. They ooh-ed and aaah-ed and were completely engrossed in the story.  When they saw her with the goodies, however, they sprang up and took the pie and hot chocolate, only to sit down again and beg Thorin to continue the story.

When their bellies were full and the story finished, the boys were visibly tired and yawned. They curled up beside Uncle Thorin, who had a hard time keeping his eyes open himself. 

“I should change my profession to babysitter. I’m good at it.” he whispered, proudly. He smiled and gently pressed a kiss on Kili and Fili’s heads. 

“I guess you are,” Dis humored him, holding back comments about the state of the kitchen and the boys earlier. They love you, my dear brother, as do I. Days like these are my favorite, especially in the Fall and I’ll make sure they stay in my memory forever.

“Likewise , my dear sister,’ Thorin agreed. “Family time is the best.” and with those words, Thorin dozed off, holding his beloved nephews Fili and Kili close.

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[pilkypills]

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[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

Modern AU: mafia LoTR/the Hobbit x teen mafia reader.

Age: 15 reader Chan is the young daughter and heiress of a very well known Mafia boss and a target for other Mafias.

the Bardlings are older in this. Warning: kidnapping and spanking.

You are having breakfast with your mother who is the boss of a famous mafia despite her busy schedule she always makes time for you.

Your father was the previous boss of the mafia but when he died before your birth he gave it to your mother. Being the daughter of a mafia boss has its ups and downs.

No one ever dares to mess with you and best of all a lot of students wants to be friends with you, not for wealth or because of your cool mom but because your are a very nice person the downside however is that you could be the target for rival Mafias like the Durin Mafia, the Mirkwood mafia, the Rivendell Mafia, the Bowman Mafia even the Baggins Mafia.

As you eat your breakfast your mother lightly cleared her throat "Y/N dear I have a meeting with the other Mafia bosses this afternoon. I don't want to leave you here alone since I gave the servants a vacation for their hard work so I'm taking you with me." When she said that you got excited because this is your first Mafia meeting and you never saw the other bosses in person "Really Mom?" You asked excitedly "Yes, but I want you to stay close to me." When she said that the bus horn beeps "Love you Mom, see you at noon." You said getting up from your seat and giving her a kiss on the cheek while walking towards the door.

At School:

When the bus pulled up your friends came up to you and together all of you went to your lockers "Hey we don't have any plans right? I promised my folks I'd watch my sister tonight." asked Porsha "I'm watching my niece and nephew tonight." Adam said "It's game night at my house and I volunteered to get the snacks." Tyler said "No my mom has a meeting this afternoon and is taking me with her." You told them "Oh thank god we don't have plans today except for our plans for the arcade on Friday." Adam said taking out his history text book "yeah because Friday night is our night." Tyler said until the two minute warning bell rang.

At 12:30:

It was now break time.

Everyone was goofing off and planning for the weekend until the class phone rang "Class 256." The class aid said "Ohh Y/N your Mother came to pick you up." She said "Ok." You said collecting your things and going to your locker "By Y/N." Your class said together.

After putting your books away and grabbing your book bag you made your way to the front desk to see your mother in her suit talking to the front desk lady "Thank you have a good afternoon." The lady said as you and your mother walked out of the school.

You rode with your mom up front as you told her what happened at school "You guys were dissecting squid today? We dissected frogs when I was in school." She said "Yep and one of them was still filled with ink, it squirted Mr Alfrid." You told your mom until you stopped in front of a huge building.

The building was bigger on the inside with a lot of doors and hallways and was eerily quiet except for a few voices at one of the doors with two guards blocking it "Welcome Mrs L/N." One of them said opening the door for you and your mother "Thank you." You said to the guards who both smiled and nodded.

Inside you see a lot of people you never meet "Hello M/N." A man with waist length blond hair and icy blue eyes greeted your mother as well as everyone else "Who's the kid?" A man with shoulder length brown hair with grey streaks and stubble asked "This is my daughter! Dear introduce yourself." You looked at everyone and said "hello my name is Y/N L/N I am 15 years old and this is my first time here." You said making everyone surprised "She's younger then Tilda." A woman about 9 years older then you said to a man about a year younger then her but 8 years older then you besides him was a woman 4 years older then you "I didn't even know you have a child, she looks just like you." A black haired man said "Can we get to the meeting at hand please?" Asked a man with Black and silver streaked hair, a black beard and blue eyes on ether side of him were two more men one about 14 years older then you and the other 10 years older then you.

The meeting started with no interruptions "So M/N why don't you bring Your child around more often?" The tall blond asked "Thranduil can you please not bring my daughter into this? She's still a minor." your mother said annoyed making him and the other four men smirk at you much to your discomfort "She looks like a mini M/N." One of the men who looks like Elrond said "Shut it Elladan." The other said "Will you both act your age for once." Asked a woman who looks like a female version of them and Elrond.

you gave her a thankful smile which she gave back.

After the chaotic meeting you and your mother drive to a restaurant for lunch with Thranduil and his son Legolas who is 14 years older than you.

Your mother and Thranduil sat up front with your mother driving while you and Legolas sat on back while one of Thranduil's guards drove his car.

The car was silent with the adults talking and you playing on your phone you suggested a sushi restaurant since you haven't had sushi in a long time.

Inside the restaurant:

You and Legolas are getting food with the guard watching you and your parents talked.

Legolas asked you what's the best sushi to start with and you happily told him F/S (favorite sushi) after getting your food both of you sat down with your parents while they talked Over their own sushi and wine while the guard stands.

After eating dessert you had to use the bathroom "Mom I'm going to the bathroom." You told her while getting up "ok dear." She said giving you the ok "I also have to use the bathroom father." Legolas said giving Thranduil a wink who gives him a smirk.

After using the toilet you went to wash your hands, however as your doing so something didn't feel right.

You felt woozy, everything was spinning, and you felt sleepy it then hit you that the room was smoky and before you knew it, you collapsed the last thing you see are a pair of legs.

A few hours later:

You wake up feeling like you had a hangover. You adjusted your eyes to the light and saw that you weren't in your own room.

This rooms walls were painted a Scarlett color, the bed was queen size with sheets the same color as the walls, there was a small wardrobe, nightstand, mirror and a big window letting in the moonlight.

When you got out of the bed you saw that your still wearing your school uniform (image above) you fearfully ran towards the door hoping it was all a dream and that your in the hospital but only to find it locked from the outside.

You looked around for your phone but it was no where in the room.

You sat on the bed feeling sick until the sound of the door unlocking was heard "Looks like someone's awake." A familiar deep voice said looking up you see Thranduil still in his suit but you also saw the other men from the meeting you believed your mother called them Bard, Bilbo, Elrond and Thorin "I can't believe you actually kidnapped M/N's daughter, the heiress to the L/N name." The one named Thorin said to Thranduil who smirked in victory "You even did it right under M/N's nose." the one named Bard said. Your eyes went wide with the fact that you've been kidnapped and worst of all your mother won't be able to find you anytime soon if you'll ever see her again that is. So many questions felled your head 'why am I here? Will Mom find me? Will I be able to go to school? will I see Porsha, Adam and Tyler again? What are they going to do with me?' Your brain went numb from all the questions in your head because by god this was to much and you just want it to go away "So what now? I mean what are you going to do with her?" The man with short curly hair and green eyes asked while pointing at you making the others look to you "I'll keep her here. After all she is something or someone precious to M/N!" He said walking towards you and picking you up from the bed by your underarms like you weighed nothing bye god you were small compared to everyone in this room even Bilbo Baggins the shortest man in the room was taller then you "Here are the rules, 1. you are not going to school anytime soon. 2. You are to wear what I give you. 3. You are to use my last name. 4. I am your father so you well address me as so and do what I say. 5. You are to listen to Legolas your new big brother. 6. I am hanging on to your phone until Your obedient enough. And finally the last rule, you are not to leave this house."

You got furious with the rules "GIVE ME A GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULD LISTEN TO ANY OF THESE STUPID RULES, TO YOU AND YOUR SON! AND CAN YOU PUT ME DOWN IM NOT A BABY?!" you shouted in rage making the others lightly chuckle "It's quite adorable when mafia children act tough." Bard said making Thranduil lift you higher "Because your mother took something precious of mine so I'm taking something precious of hers, We are adults with Legolas being 14 years older then you and you will follow these 'stupid' rules or else." You where not being held prisoner by a guy you only just meet "Or else what?" You asked defiantly making him smirk "Perhaps this is the proper time to show you the punishment for disobedience little one." He said sitting on the bed and swinging you across his lap causing you to yelp. He lifted up your school skirt revealing your black shorts "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING YOU CREEP?" You screeched in alarm "Shush." He said at this point you felt your temper rising "IM NOT A CHILD." You screeched once again feeling like he was bullying you "If you continue behaving like a child then a child you shall be treated as." He said delivering the first swat making you squeak after a few swats he spoke "So are you going to be obedient?" He asked still delivering swats "No." You screamed "Suit yourself." He said swatting harder to the point of your backside feeling like it's on fire "YES YES ILL LISTEN JUST PLEASE STOP." You screeched out not wanting to take this torture anymore you haven't been spanked in years since you were little for making so many nanny's quit. After the torture of spanking he sat you up on his lap with a victorious smirk on his face you've never felt so humiliated or vulnerable in your life "Good and one more thing Elrohir, Elladen, Legolas, Arwen, Fili, Kili, Sigrid, Bain, Frodo and Tilda will all be looking after you since you went through 60 different nanny's in the past." He said making the other four men followed by nine familiar faces but one you never meet before. He looked to be seven or eight years older then you, he had curly black or brown hair and blue eyes "WHAT?!" All of them asked in shock looking at you like You have two heads "What? They weren't any fun." You said revealing your rebellious and fun loving sides "We'll talk about this in the morning. It is past your bed time young Lady." Thranduil said but you looked at the time "But it's only 9:04." You said annoyed "Yes but your still young." He said putting you back on the bed he and everyone else left after he turned off the light "Jerk face." You said rubbing your still burning bottom threw your skirt and shorts then you slowly crawled into bed and fell asleep hopping that your mother will find you.

At your house:

M/N was angrily looking at the footage of Thranduil, Legolas and the guard kidnapping her daughter "Just you wait Thranduil Mirkwood." She said angrily closing her lab top.