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tinytiger · 8 months ago

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The Hobbit - Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

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Running Through a Meadow at Top Speed.

Y/n tends to a wound during a cave exploration with the company. Kili helps her bandage it. A commotion with trolls, wargs, and orcs ensues, but Y/n and Kili fend them off. Gandalf guides them to safety in Rivendell. Y/n's heritage as King Thranduil's daughter is revealed by Elrond. She reunites with her childhood friend, Erland, making Kili slightly jealous. Y/n enjoys a relaxing bath in her luxurious room after the day's events.

TW- Injury, danger and violence.

Words- 1238

As the company went to explore the cave, Y/n took the opportunity to look at her hip. The blood was beginning to stain the f/c trousers she had worn.

“Fuck.” She whispered under her breath. She ripped a bit of her cloak and tied it around her waist to stop the bleeding. As she did, a smooth voice caught her attention.

“You’re bleeding!?” Kili asked walking quickly to the girl.

“Oh, am I? Thank you, I didn't notice the blood staining my favourite trousers!” Y/n sarcastically snapped at him. Kili chuckled and walking up to her, helped her tie the knot. As he was doing this, Y/n looked up at him and his brown chestnut eyes were focused on the knot at her hip. He stuck his tongue out like a child.

“You are staring,” Kili said chuckling as he finished his handy work. Y/n looked away at her muddy nails as if to cover her.

“N... No, I wasn’t,” she argued.

Suddenly a loud shout caught her attention and just as she moved out of the way, a sleigh being pulled by 10 rustabell rabbits jumped up with a crazy old man on the end. Gandalf walked towards him and greeted his old friend. The two talked in private as a howl echoed through the cavern they were in. Y/n ran to Stumpys side and tried to calm the horse down, but he was too strong and broke free of her grasp.

“Oi, Stumpy get back here now! Hey, I’m talking to you. God, you’re almost stubborn as a dwarf” she muttered as she reached the company again. With Bofur, Kili and Fili giving her a look, they all began running away from her.

“Hey, what’s wrong, don’t you guys run away from me either!” But she soon found out why.

A growl from behind her made her turn to find a warg and an orc. She belted it out of that cavern

She ran towards Kili, who to make sure that she was there, was running backwards.

“You couldn’t have warned me, I was nearly orc dinner!” she shouted running past him and towards Thorin who was beckoning them to hide under a cliff. As they rested, a growl caught their ears.

Thorin looked at Y/n and Kili were the only to who had arrows and rutted his head towards the warg.

The two simultaneously stepped out, nocked an arrow and fired. Kili hit the warg, while Y/n hit the Orc in the head.

“Ha!” she shouted causing all the orcs to turn to her.

“Run!” she and Kili shouted as they all came running towards them.

Gandalf then magically appeared by a rock that pocked out of the ground, “This way!” he shouted, and all of the company jumped down.

Y/n landed with her leg stretched out to the side her arms out and flipped her hair back as she contacted the ground. She quickly moved out of the way as dwarves were not the lightest at the best times but 11 of them landing on her would hurt.

There was a large thud as they all fell in, not a graceful as Y/n did.

“Ouch, you’re crushing my spleen!” Fili shouted at Balin who was being squished down by, Bombur, Thorin and Bofur.

“Oh shush, I’m sure you don’t even know where your spleen is,” Balin said.

Y/n giggled as began to walk away from the entrance and down the path, to wherever it led to. When she turned the final corner, she stopped.

Is that?

Memories came rushing back to her as the golden turrets of Rivendale were in front of her. She was then joined by Thorin. He sighed as glared at Gandalf.

“Elves.” He muttered “Go back to the cave”

But it was too late, Y/n had shot down the winding step path at such a speed now that the dwarves could catch up with her.

She stopped as she reached the bridge. She walked through the gate. Into a circular yard as she was halfway up the stairs the silent guards moved to corner the dwarves.

“Halt who goes there?” A tall elf with long brown hair came down to walk down the stairs but stopped as he saw Y/n.

“Your majesty.” He said bowing

Y/n froze she didn’t want to tell the dwarves about her father being King Thranduil as she knew Thorin hated him because he didn’t help when Smaug attacked them.

“Oh, and Gandalf.” Lord Elrond said as he extended his arm to shake it.

Y/n looked back at the dwarf that was being hassled but she caught the eyes of Thorin, who looked away with betrayal in his eyes.

“Oh, wall var neshanas poimning viaren swirds pt salen Ebrath?” Y/n commands the guards.

The guards move away and Gloin looks up at her and asks.

“You can speak elvish?” They all look at her with confusion.

“Yup.”

Elrond grabbed Y/n’s arm linked it with his and asked her.

“Woild viaren freinds e lor nae wenta ent bathe?”

Gloin shouted, and Kili looked at the ground. He didn’t like how comfortable he put his hands on you.

“No Gloin he offered if you wanted food and a bath!” Y/n explained as the dwarves drew their swords.

“Oh, well then lead the way then,” Gloin said.

Elrond led the company to the castle and at the doorway, a dark-haired elf, (y/n) recognised, was leaning against the door. His golden eyes sparkled as he caught sight of her.

“Erland!” she shouted and ran towards the young elf and jumped into his arms.

“Gwenie! he cheered as he hugged the girl back.

The two had been friends since they were young children, but when Y/n went to live with Bilbo she couldn’t see him anymore.

“It’s been years.” She said as Erland put her back on the ground and his hands on her waist.

“It has. It looks like have been on an adventure you have always dreamed of Princess. You smell of dwarf!” He laughed as the company entered the great hall.

“You don’t have to call me Princess, my father isn’t here to yell at you,” Y/n said as she walked away from and to the death glaring at Kili. To follow them.

But Elrond caught her arm and told her to follow Erland to her room.

As the two walked away from the company, Kili’s heart twitched as Erland put his arm around her shoulder. He glanced at Kili and winked at him.

The room was gorgeous. It had a massive bed draped in f/c drapes and a couple of fluffy cushions. On the door was a f/c dress which reached the floor.

“The bath is in there and Elrond wants you to wear that to dinner. You remember where the hall is.” He asked as his golden eyes followed her around the room.

“Yeah,” she said pulling at the sleeves of the dress.

Erland left the room and she sighed. Walking into the bathroom she saw that a bath had been made already. She slipped in after removing her clothes and hissed as the warm water fixed her wounds on her hip.

“Ah, it's been a long day.” She muttered to herself as she closed her eyes to have her well-needed rest.

#kili x reader #kili durin #xreader #hobbit

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weheirsofdurin · 10 months ago

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😔published lines or a section of a fic that was super sad, angsty, or difficult to write?

There are two, simply because I ahve a really angsty one I wrote before I actually cared about Fili and Kili; and one I wrote while feeling very depressed myself.

It's so hard to chose what section to put here. The title of the Fic 1 is Never Kili Without Fili Nor Fili Without Kili by Verbophobic

Fandoms:The Hobbit - All Media Types

Explicit

Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

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Complete Work

08 Feb 2018

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Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Thorin Oakenshield

Kíli (Tolkien)

Fíli (Tolkien)

Beorn (Tolkien)

Depression

References to Depression

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Summary

Fili isn't the same after surviving Azog's attack at the battle of five armies. He think's he's putting on a good front so no one knows; but everyone is letting him /think/ he's hiding well when he's not. He wont talk to anyone and has gotten to the point where intervention might be necessary. But then a single Meow draws him back to the world and he's fighting for her. Because if he doesn't take care of her, who will?

Big TW: For depression following

The door closed securely and he let the cat go before moving on his way to the baths. He stripped and ginaced at the stench he could nearly taste from his clothes and was glad he had been motivated to come clean. Sitting in the tub filled with steaming water he relaxed for just a few moments before he pulled his legs up and with his elbows on his knees made an ‘ugly’ face as a sob racked through him. “How- how did I fall this much? When did it get so bad?” He whispered to himself as he fought against the urge to wail like a child, he just wanted it all to stop. For the world to take a deep breath and let him relax for a single day. As he sat there he daren’t close his eyes least the nightmare that haunted his dreams plague the darkness beneath his lids. He worked and worked and worked, his excuse was that it was to please Thorin and prove he would be a great heir when the time came; but Fili could not lie to himself. He was letting himself go, the depression and fear that kept him awake at night was beginning to affect him during the days now. He found himself forgetting to eat, hiding away and burying himself under work that he pretended needed to be done when it was little more than an offhanded suggestion from his uncle, by Mahal’s beard he was not even feeling motivated enough to clean himself half the time! He lied to everyone telling them he was fine, that Azog skewering him like he was a pig to be put upon a spit was nothing more than another victorious battle to boast about. But in reality every time he slept he relived the moment over and over; the feeling of the blade slicing through him as well as a dagger used on heated butter, the light airy feeling of being tossed over the edge hard impact of the ground breaking bone after bone and causing such agony he could barely grunt to his brother. He knew Kili still had nightmares of seeing his big brother in that condition- hitting the ground- and often was seen staring at Fili just to make sure Fili was still there. Fingers dug into his scalp and he gasped as he struggled to keep himself from screaming while at the same time depriving himself of the necessary air to breathe. He couldn’t breathe- Mahal! He was suffocating! Had someone blocked off all airways to the room?! Was he trapped in here to die with nothing in his lungs but screams and sobs he would not allow himself? His face was soaked with the tears and he was growing paler and paler as he struggled and fought to gasp.

#bibi writes #sad #depression #character death #fili #kili #old work of mine

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poedameronwifey · 10 months ago

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A true home(The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Third Pov

Radagast appeared out of the forest on his sled. He got the orcs attention as they chased after him on their wargs. The company waited a bit before running into the large vast field. Gandalf was leading them to who knows where. The girls stuck near Bilbo to make sure he was safe. They made sure to stay out of sight using the rocks and boulders as cover. The girls were struggling to keep up, mainly because they are completely unfit. Renee almost fell but Kili caught her, helping her up. He grabbed her hand to make sure she didn't fall behind. Fili did the same with Kate who was struggling as well.

Lilith's Pov

We kept running. I was near the front with Thorin when he stopped. I noticed Radagast coming a bit closer. I was worried the orcs would spot us but they were so focused on Radagast that they didn't even notice.

"Stay together."

Gandalf said with a grave expression. We turned and continued running. I looked to make sure my sisters were alright. I sighed in relief that Fili and Kili were with them. Bilbo was also keeping up so I focused on running. We ran until we got to a large boulder. I could hear the orcs as they moved closer. Ori ran past me, almost getting spotted.

"Ori, No!"

Thorin pulled him back by his collar just in time. I grabbed and pulled him next to me. He looked at me and nodded. I smiled at him in reassurance.

"Come on. Quickly."

"Where are you leading us?"

Gandalf didn't say anything. I knew we were going to Rivendell. If Thorin knew he'd be pissed. We all ran until we noticed the orcs closer. We ran to hide behind a huge boulder. I was between Bilbo and Dwalin. Renee was in front of me next to Thorin. My guess is to shoot the son of a bitch above us. We heard the warg snarl above us. We held our breaths. I reached for Bilbo's hand, squeezing it tightly. Thorin then looked at Kili, nodding towards his bow before turning to Renee and doing the same thing. Renee and Kili looked at each other, giving silent confirmation. They both quietly drew their arrows. They then ran out, shooting. Renee shot the orc and Kili the warg. Renee shot it again, seeing the horn in its hand. The rest of the dwarves killed them but unfortunately not quietly. It alerted the others, causing them to stop chasing Radagast and turn in the direction of the noise. Gandalf stepped out and realised that they caught on to us. My sisters and I looked at each other. We knew what was about to happen.

"Move. Run."

We all ran, following after Gandalf. My sisters were near me which I was very grateful for. The orcs got closer and closer.

"There they are."

"This way quickly."

We kept following Gandalf. Eventually, they surrounded us. I took out my axe and Kate took out her sword. We got closer together. I made sure Bilbo was behind me.

'They're coming."

"Kili, Renee shoot them."

"We're surrounded."

Kili and Renee started shooting. I moved closer to the rest of the group.

"Where's Gandalf?"

"He's abandoned us."

"No, he hasn't. I refuse to believe he'd just leave us. Have faith, mister Dwalin."

Kate kept looking ahead at the orcs but she made a point. Ori used his slingshot but it didn't do much.

"Hold your ground."

Thorin unsheathed his new sword and got into position. I stayed close to him. Something telling me that I had to. Anyway back to our life-or-death situation. Renee kept shooting and moved closer to Kili.

"This way, you fools."

I turned to see Gandalf behind a boulder. I sighed in relief. I knew that the old man wouldn't leave us. Soon everyone started running for the tunnel. I stood near the entrance. I had to make sure everyone was safe. Kate went down after Balin. So one down, one to go. I noticed one of the wargs coming this way, heading towards Thorin. I ran in front of him. I felt something inside me burst. Like something awoke. I put my hands out. Vines wrapped around warg, strangling it. I pushed until I knew when it was dead. My hands fell to the side, blood trickling down my nose. I felt completely worn out. I almost fell but Thorin caught me, pulling me to his chest. I didn't protest because I felt so safe in his arms. Thorin looked at me with concern before passing me to Fili. I looked up and noticed that Kili and Renee were still out there. I couldn't let anything happen to them. Thorin noticed as well.

'Kili, Renee. Run"

They ran towards me, Renee saw me and ran to me. I just gave her a look of reassurance but she knew something wasn't right. Fili held me as we went down together. Kili and Renee came down with Thorin following after us. I sighed. Everyone was safe. My father and sisters were safe. I managed to stand up and walked to Kate who immediately brought me in for a hug. Renee and Bilbo joined us. Then we heard a horn. We all looked up. We moved towards Gandalf who looked at us. Renee gave him a bit of a side hug.

"I knew you wouldn't abandon us."

Gandalf returned the hug, smiling at us before turning his attention to the body that rolled down into the hole. It was an orc with an arrow sticking out. Gandalf poked it to make sure it was dead, which it was. Thorin walked around it, pulling the arrow out.

"Elves."

He threw it on the floor, angrily before looking at Gandalf.

"I cannot see where the pathway leads. Do we follow it or not?"

"Follow it, of course."

"I think that would be wise."

Renee's Pov

We walked along the path, squeezing through the tight gaps. I stayed near Lilith. I was worried about her. I've never seen her like this. Hopefully, it's nothing too serious. I should also thank Thorin and Fili for looking after her. I have no idea how long we've been walking but I do know I want to sleep for a year. My legs are like jelly. I can't even feel them. Kate slowed her walking when she noticed me groan. She put her arm behind my back just in case my legs gave out. As we got closer I could feel so much power. It washed over me, making all my worries slowly disappear. We finally made it to the end of the tunnel and walked to the end.

We all walked to the edge, looking at the beautiful city before us. Papa walked next to us and Lilith leaned her head on his shoulder.

"The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it is known by another name."

"Rivendell." The girls and I smiled as Bilbo looked in amazement.

"Here lies the Last Homely House East of the Sea." I smiled at my sisters. I couldn't wait to explore this place.

"This was your plan all along. Seek refuge with our enemy." And Thorin went back to his brooding. I swear he's worse than me when I'm on my period. Fuckling jackass.

"You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself."

"You think the elves will give our quest their blessing? They will try to stop us."

Of course, they will. But we have questions that need to be answered. If we are to be successful, this will need to be handled with tact and respect. And no small degree of charm, which is why you will leave the talking to me... and possibly Renee and Katherine."

I tried not to laugh at Lilith's face. I turned to Thorin.

"Look, do you want that map read or not? Put your pride aside for once. Listen to Gandalf. He knows what he's doing." Thorin looked at me with a glare. I literally couldn't care less making me stare at him with a bored expression. Gandalf gave me a smile and wink, making me grin. We made our way down and walked along the bridge. My sisters, Bilbo and I looked around at the beauty of this place. It was like a dream. Absolutely beautiful. We made it to the entrance and noticed an elf walking our way. Lindir was walking down the stairs, a hand behind his back. I got excited. I've always wanted to meet an elf and now I can. I can't wait to meet Lord Elrond. The dwarves were talking amongst themselves. Fili and Kili came to stand by us.

"Mithrandir."

"Ah, Lindir."

"We heard you had crossed into the valley."

"I must speak with Lord Elrond."

"My lord Elrond is not here."

"Not here. Where is he?"

All of a sudden we heard a horn and horses galloping on the bridge. I turned to get a better look but the girls and I were pulled into the middle of the dwarves.

"Close ranks."

I was irritated. Trust them to be overdramatic. I wanted to push my way through but Lilith gave me a look. I groaned in annoyance and just stood there. The horses had surrounded us. As the horses stopped, the dwarves lowered their defences a little, making me pull my sisters out of the circle. I turned and saw Lord Elrond on his horse.

"Gandalf."

"Lord Elrond, My friend. Where have you been?"

"We've been hunting a pack of orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the hidden pass."

He walked to Gandalf, hugging him. He then holds up a weapon, probably one of the orcs that he killed.

"Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone has drawn them near."

"Ah, that may have been us." Gandalf turns to the company. The girls and I moved closer to him. Thorin steps forward. Lord Elrond seemed to know who he was.

" Welcome Thorin, Son of Thrain."

"I do not believe we have met."

'You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain."

"Indeed he made no mention of you."

The girls and face palmed, sighing. Why must he always make everything so difficult? Fucking Asshole. We shook our heads in annoyance at Thorin's comment. Lord Elrond turned towards us.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Renee Griffin, that is Katherine Baggins but you can call her Kate and this angry Pomeranian is Lilith Everdeen. Nice to meet you, my lord. By the way, Nice place you got here. I'll definitely come here when I need a vacation."

"Thank you, my lady. It is a pleasure to meet you as well."

We smiled at him. Unlike some people, we have actual manners and don't insult the people who saved us because of race. Lord Elrond turned to the group of dwarves.

"Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests."

The dwarves grew bellicose and gripped their weapons uneasily. Gloin jumped forward, raising his axe.

"What is he saying? Does he offer us insults?"

Lilith facepalmed as she turned to the group.

"No you fucking imbeciles, he's offering you food, And I don't know about you but my sisters and I are hungry as fuck."

My sisters just rolled their eyes at the dwarves' antics. The dwarves circled up, discussing with one another in low whispers. Gloin turned back to Elrond, disgruntled.

"Well, in that case, lead on."

We followed lord Elrond. He gave my sisters and me a room to share. We put our stuff down. It felt so nice to know we would sleep in actual beds tonight. We asked one of the aids where the bathes were. We got our toiletries and some simple spare clothes and followed her. We then got undressed and into the nice, soothing water.

"This is so nice. We haven't had a bath since we started this fucking quest. I can finally die happy."

We got cleaned up, washed our hair and got dressed in some clean clothes. We got our stuff and walked back to our room. When we got back, we decided to rest a bit before dinner. We cuddled together on the bed. Thank God it was big enough to fit all three of us. We fell asleep. I have never felt so peaceful. I'm definitely coming here for vacation.

#the hobbit #kili #fili #bilbo baggins #katherine wolfe #lilith everdeen #renee griffin #the company of thorin oakenshield #a true home #gandalf #thorin oakenshield #radagast #lord elrond #lindir #rivendell #tolkien elves #dwarves

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years ago

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Returning Home Chapter 7- Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Thorin Oakenshield x Bellarose Baggins

Description: After leaving Rivendell the Company comes across a thunder battle, where Thorin manages to anger Bellarose within two seconds after potential disaster. Unfortunately they don't get to resolve anything before they come into contact with Goblins.

Word Count: 3.6k

The next morning, just like Thorin previously said, the Company was up and moving right at dawn. The sky was still pink as they made their way up one of the pathways that lead away from Rivendell. As they reached the exit of the valley Thorin stopped and stepped to the side so he could address the others.

“Be on your guard, we’re about to step over the edge of the wild,” he said. “Balin, you know these paths. Lead on.”

“Aye,” the older Dwarf responded before taking his place at the front. Bellarose was also near the front of the group so they wouldn’t lose her, but she still stopped to get one last glance at the beautiful valley. She hated having to leave so soon. She didn’t acknowledge the Dwarves passing her until Thorin continued.

“Bellarose, I suggest you keep up,” he added, making her look at him. She nodded silently, stepping behind Bifur as he squeezed through the exit.

The Company made incredible progress considering the time crunch they were on. They hooked through the wilderness of Middle Earth, over ranges, mountains and plains until they finally got to the Misty Mountains. The trail was narrow and dangerous with a cliff on one side and steep drop on the other. A fierce storm rolled in not even a minute after they began traversing the trail. It rained so hard Bellarose almost couldn’t see in front of her. She held onto Kili’s sleeve as they walked just to make sure.

“We must find shelter!” Thorin yelled behind him, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to last much longer in these conditions. No one answered him, instead Dwalin suddenly shouted at them to watch out. Upon looking up Bellarose saw a massive boulder hurtling through the air, hitting the mountain above them. The Company pressed themselves against the mountain as rock and rubble fell around them.

“This is no thunderstorm,” Balin realized aloud. “It’s a thunder battle! Look!” As if on cue a stone giant came into view, ripping off a massive boulder from the top of the mountain.

“Well bless me, the legends are true,” Bofur exclaimed in awe, stepping closer to the edge of the trail. “Giants! Stone Giants!”

“Take cover, you’ll fall!” Thorin yelled, pulling him back.

“What’s happening?” Cried Kili as the giant threw the boulder at a second stone giant, which appeared behind them. The boulder hit the second one head on (literally), which caused the mountain to shake. Bellarose held on tighter to the younger Durin as the rocks beneath them began to give way from the impacts of the falling rocks. Then the ground between Kili and Fili (who was right in front of his brother), effectively separating the Company.

“Kili! Grab my hand! Kee!” Fili called, but it was no use as the piece carrying Kili, Bellarose, and several other members began to move.

“What’s happening?” She heard Ori question, sounding scared. The girl couldn’t answer and instead held onto the younger Prince tightly as the piece of mountain they as well as a few others stood on continued to sway. Kili covered Bellarose as the piece fell into the mountain with a loud bang similar to a clap of thunder. They boy landed on top of her, the two of them falling into a heap and grunting at the impact. Faintly she could hear Thorin yell Kili’s name in anguish as the mountain piece they were previously on fell, revealing the groups to each other.

“It’s alright! They’re alive!” Gloin exclaimed from behind Thorin. Bellarose rested a hand against her thumping heart and sighed in relief. She glanced around to make sure everyone was okay, then her eyes widened.

“Where’s Bilbo? Where is my brother?” She cried, which caught the others’ attention. It only took a moment of looking around before they found him dangling over the edge.

“Bilbo! Grab my hand!” Bofur exclaimed, attempting to reach for the Hobbit’s hand. Ori wasn’t far behind him, which prompted Dori to call a word of caution to him. Bellarose bit her nails worriedly as she watched the scene unfold (she knew she’d just get in the way if she tried to help), then looked over as Thorin moved to the edge. A loud gasp left her lips as he dropped down, also dangling as he grasped Bilbo’s arm, hoisting him up into Bofur and Or’s hands. She and Dwalin rushed over to aid Thorin up.

“I thought we’d lost our burglar,” Dwalin breathed out.

“He’s been lost ever since he left home,” Thorin grumbled, which made Bellarose’s jaw drop in surprise. “He should have never come. He has no place amongst us. Come on.” With that, he turned away and led them to what looked to be a large cave. The girl stared at him in shock for a moment as Bilbo stood, then she offered him a reassuring look.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s not thinking right now,” she muttered, patting his shoulder comfortingly. Immediately her smile dropped as she began following the King. Once they reached the cave he removed his arms but kept a grip on her hand.

“It looks safe enough,” Dwalin said simply.

“Search to the back,” Thorin instructed. “Caves in the mountains are seldom unoccupied.” After several dwarves searched as far as the cave would go, Thorin gave the all clear.

“Right then,” Gloin said with a sigh. “Let’s get a fire started.”

“No,” Thorin said immediately. “No fires. Not in this place. Get some sleep, we start at first light.”

“We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us,” Balin pointed out. “That was the plan.”

“Plans change,” the King answered simply before looking at Bofur. “Bofur, you take the first watch.” Bellarose set her bag down near the back of the cave then sat down. As she began to settle down for the night, she felt someone plop down beside her. Upon looking over, she realized that it was Thorin. A frown settled on her lips as she turned away from him, laying on her makeshift pallet. She could practically feel the Dwarf’s confusion at the gesture.

“Is something wrong, Bellarose?” The King questioned. He received no response from the girl. Maybe it was immature to give him the silent treatment, but she was angry and hurt about what he said about her brother. Sure he may have been clumsy at times, but he was out of his element here. He risked a lot by joining this Company but Thorin didn’t seem to understand or appreciate that. What he said was completely out of line, and unfair to Bilbo. So, instead of saying anything, she laid down and faced away from Thorin, trying to fall asleep.

Thankfully she did just a few minutes later, but it felt like no time had passed before she heard someone yelling for everyone to wake up. She groaned softly, then huffed in annoyance. Couldn’t this wait just a few more minutes? Apparently not because she’d barely opened her eyes before the floor beneath the entire Company cracked then fell from under them. This was no floor at all, it was a trap! Everyone screamed as they fell down a chute, slid through a tunnel then finally landed in what looked to be a giant wooden cage. Bellarose groaned as Nori fell on top of her, earning a pained apology from the Dwarf.

As the Company attempted to get up a horde of goblins suddenly raced at them full force. The Hobbit didn’t even have time to scream as they were attacked. The goblins took their weapons away before beginning to drag them down a vast network of tunnels and wooden bridges. Bellarose kicked and screamed (like everyone else) the entire time until one of the goblins grew tired of her and just picked her up from behind, carrying her the rest of the way to wherever they were going.

Eventually they ended up in a large almost arena type room. Bellarose’s best understanding was that it was some sort of throne room. If it wasn’t for the giant throne in the middle of the room, the equally large goblin wearing a crown while sitting on it definitely gave it away. What an ugly creature he was, too. He was far larger than any other goblin in the room and had warts all over his swinging chin. Bellarose couldn’t help but shiver at his mace, which was topped with a skull. She was dropped unceremoniously by the goblin that held her then managed to stand again in time to watch the King jump off his throne, trampling several goblin servants in the process before approaching the Company.

“Who would be so bold as to come into my kingdom?” He questioned. “Spies? Thieves? Assassins?”

“Dwarves, Your Malevolence,” one of the Goblins that had been a part of the capture responded with a small bow.

“Dwarves?” The King repeated.

“We found them on the front porch,” another one added.

“Well, don’t just stand there, search them! Every crack, every crevice” he demanded before facing the Company. “What are you doing in these parts? Speak!’ The Company just looked between themselves unsurely once their weapons had been taken away. When the King realized that he wouldn’t get an immediate answer, he continued.

“Well then, if they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest.” He pointed directly at Bellarose as he finished speaking, making her eyes widen.

“Wait!” Yelled Thorin. Kili pulled the Hobbit beside him before moving to stand in front of her protectively as Thorin stepped forward, which surprised the King.

“Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain,” he bowed dramatically to the Dwarf, then paused. “Oh, but I’m forgetting, you don’t have a mountain. And you’re not a king. Which makes you nobody, really. I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg.”

“Azog the Defiler was destroyed,” Thorin said gravely, refusing to believe what he was hearing. “He was slain in battle long ago.”

“So you think his defiling days are done, do you?” The Goblin King laughed before facing a tiny goblin, which sat in a basket in the air with a slate in his hands. “Send word to the Pale Orc - tell him I have found his prize.” The small goblin wrote down the message, then pulled a lever which caused the basket to start sliding down a system of ropes and pulleys while he cackled. Bellarose found herself looking at Thorin, both concerned and worried. Though he didn’t outright show it she could see that he seemed to be in the same boat, which didn’t make her feel any better.

“Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You’ll be beaten and battered, from racks you’ll be hung. You will lie down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblintown,” the King sang jovially as dozens of goblins entered the throne room carrying what looked to be instruments of torture.

Bellarose’s attention suddenly turned to that goblin servant when he suddenly gasped. He threw down the sword he was holding, landing in view of all the goblins. The goblins all seemed to recognize it because they retreated from it, howling in fear and rage. The Goblin King ran back to his throne like a scared child, turning to point back at the sword once he reached it.

“I know that sword! It is the Goblin Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks,” he cried out. As he spoke the rest of the goblins began whipping the Company with ropes and leaping upon them, biting and slashing them in the process.

“Slash them! Beat them! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!” The King yelled out, which only spurred his subjects on.

Bellarose gasped in pain as one of the whips hit her back, making her fall forward. Just faintly she heard Thorin call her name worriedly but she couldn’t look at him as a goblin grabbed her and began yanking at her arm so hard she believed it would fall off. She attempted to pull away from it with all her might, but it seemed to have an iron grip on her.

That is, until a massive explosion of light suddenly blinded everyone. With the light came a shockwave so powerful that it flung goblins, destroyed the torture machines and knocked everyone else down. After a moment most of the lights in the area faded away, which allowed the Hobbit to see once again. She looked up in time to see a tall shadow with a pointy hat appear, walking towards the Company. It was Gandalf! She had never been so happy to see the Gray Wizard in her life.

“Take up arms. Fight,” he instructed the Company, and when they didn’t do anything at first he yelled. “Fight!” That got everyone up and they began fighting the goblins that surrounded them. Bellarose ducked down to grab her sword from the troll cave and turned just in time to stab a smaller goblin straight through the chest.

“He wields the Foe Hammer, the Beater, bright as daylight!” The Goblin King cried out, pointing at the sword Gandalf wielded. The Hobbit paid no attention however as some of the Company began heading towards their pile of weapons, which she stood beside. She crouched down and began passing weapons to the others.

“Bellarose watch out!” Fili yelled from somewhere she couldn’t see. She turned around quickly then gasped in surprise as the Goblin King ran at her, swinging his mace. Out of nowhere Thorin jumped forward and deflected the goblin’s blow, which caused him to stumble backwards and fall off the edge of the platform they stood on into the dark depths below.

“Follow me. Quick! Run!” Gandalf yelled, beginning to run down a long pathway leading away from the throne room. Bellarose was hauled up by Fili and they ran after the Wizard side by side, cutting down goblins around them. Despite how many they were taking down, there were still hundreds of goblins following them.

“Quickly!”

“Faster!”

“Post!” Dwalin yelled after seeing the horde of goblins running at them from the front. Without the need for any more instruction, several of the Dwarves cut a guardrail post from the side of the path, grabbing it and holding it like a massive spear as they charged at the oncoming goblins. The post swept the creatures away which allowed them passage down the path, taking out any other ones that got close enough with their designated weapons.

The path felt like it lasted forever, and the Hobbit girl was growing concerned with how tired she was getting. She didn’t have the stamina or strength of a Dwarf - even Ori’s strength surpassed her. At this point she was basically relying on adrenaline. Finally the Company managed to get to a bridge between two walls of the cavern. As they tried to cross it the Great Goblin suddenly broke through from underneath the bridge and pulled himself up. The Company was forced to halt so they didn’t get too close, which allowed the hundreds of goblins to approach them from all sides.

“You thought you could escape me?” The Goblin King laughed, swinging his mace twice at Gandalf. The Wizard almost fell as he stumbled back to avoid the weapon, nearly taking Bellarose with him as she attempted to catch him. Thankfully the Company helped him catch his balance.

“What are you going to do now, Wizard?” The King questioned menacingly. In response Gandalf leapt forward and stuck the goblin in the eye with his staff, causing the King to drop his mace and clutch his face in pain as he cried out. With his stomach no longer guarded the Wizard sliced the Goblin King which made him fall to his knees, holding his stomach.

“That’ll do it,” he nodded, practically accepting defeat. Gandalf swung his sword one final time and sliced the King’s neck. Finally the goblin fell down dead, and his heavy weight unfortunately caused the bridge to start shaking.

Before anyone could move the section of bridge the Company stood on broke away and began sliding down the side of the cavern. The bridge slid at a terrific speed down the cavern’s wall, demolishing everything in its way. The Company gripped onto whatever part they could of the bridge and each other, screaming in terror. Bellarose clung to Fili, the Dwarf’s free hand holding onto a support beam of the bridge so they didn’t fly off. Finally the bridge slowed down and landed at the base of the cavern. The force caused the bridge to break apart, burying the Company in timber and wood. Bellarose thankfully managed to roll out from under the debris also using the force of their fall. Gandalf stood up from the pile of wreckage and inspected the others, who were still stuck in the wreckage.

“Well, that could have been worse,” Bofur said optimistically as he sat up. His words immediately came back to bite him as the body of the Goblin King suddenly landed on the wreckage, squishing the Company further. The girl flinched, happy that she wasn’t in that, as Dwalin yelled out.

“You’ve got to be joking!” The Hobbit quickly stood and began helping the others out from under the goblin. After helping Oin and Gloin out of the wreckage her gaze fell on Kili, and was confused to see him staring up in shock.

“Gandalf!” He cried out as Bellarose followed his gaze to see thousands of goblins running after them, which made her gasp.

“Oh!”

“There’s too many!” Dwalin called. “We can’t fight them.”

“Only one thing will save us: daylight!” The Wizard exclaimed quickly. “Come on! Here, on your feet!” The Company got up with a newly found haste. Bellarose got to work helping Ori out before she was swooped away by Fili, who held a tight grip on her wrist as they all ran after Gandalf down a dark corridor.

After a few minutes of running the Hobbit sighed in relief as daylight filled what appeared to be the exit of this cursed place. The Company picked up their pace and ran down the side of the steep, tree covered mountain. Once they figured that they were safe the Company slowed to a stop to catch her breath. Bellarose couldn’t help but laugh in relief as the adrenaline continued to rush through her, and she found herself hugging Fili excitedly. Gandalf took a quick headcount, then paused.

“Where’s Bilbo? Where is our other Hobbit?” He questioned, borderline demanded. Bellarose immediately began looking around desperately. This couldn’t be good. Dwalin cursed the Hobbit, then attempted to blame Dori, to which the Dwarf vehemently denied.

“Well, where did you last see him?” The girl asked worriedly, gripping onto his arm.

“I think I saw him slip away when they first collared us,” Nori spoke up hesitantly.

“And what happened exactly?” Gandalf asked. “Tell me!”

“I’ll tell you what happened,” Thorin retorted bitterly. “Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it.”

“No,” Bellarose shook her head quickly. “He wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes he would,” snapped the Dwarf. “He has thought of nothing but his soft bed and warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door. We will not be seeing our Hobbit again, he is long gone.” While everyone seemed disappointed, Bellarose became angry.

“Thorin would you just-”

“No, he isn’t,” a new voice spoke from behind them. Bellarose turned around as Bilbo stepped out from behind a tree. Immediately her anger was replaced with joy and she rushed over to him.

“Bilbo!” She exclaimed in relief as she jumped into her brother’s arms. As the siblings embraced, several others surrounded him, also exclaiming joyfully.

“How on earth did you get past the Goblins?” Balin questioned as they finally gave him some space.

“Well, what does it matter? He’s back,” Gandalf responded for the Hobbit.

“It matters,” Thorin countered, which made everyone look at him once again as he walked over to the Hobbit suspiciously. “I want to know. Why did you come back?” Bellarose was ready to scold the King, but stopped when Bilbo placed a hand on her shoulder. He offered her a reassuring grin before looking around.

“Look, I know you have doubted me. I know you always have. And you’re right, I often think of Bag-End. I am not like Bellarose who is always ready to jump at the chance for adventure. I miss my books, and my arm chair and my garden. See, that’s where I belong; that’s home. And that’s why I came back. Because…you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you, but I will help you get it back if I can.”

His answer understandably surprised everyone, but no one said anything at first. Bellarose hesitantly glanced at Thorin only to see him already looking at her. A small smile appeared on her face when she noticed the repentant look in his eyes after hearing Bilbo’s speech. There was hope for him yet. The moment was interrupted when they suddenly heard the howl of a pack of Wargs. That meant only one thing. Orcs were near.

“Out of the frying pan,” Thorin muttered, glancing at Gandalf.

“And into the fire,” the Wizard concluded. “Run.” Without a second thought the Company began running away. As long as they stayed together, they could get through anything.

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cannibalcoyote · 1 year ago

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Woodland Princess Ch.5: Confrontation

Ch.4 Ch.6

It has been nearly the whole day now, we stop in a high up area where if we get attacked we have the upper hand. It's nearly pitch black apart from the light radiating off of a nearby fire that was created for warmth.

I couldn't sleep so I helped to take care of the horses and found a nice area where I could untie my mare known as Raerthar. After being set free everyone looks at me strange,

"What?" I ask in complete confusion.

"Isn't she going to run off." Asks a dwarf named Nori, he was a nice and unassuming person, so I don't really mind his company.

"No, we understand each other and she understands her freedoms and boundaries." I state and with that they all nod and go back to what they were doing.

Thorin scoffs at my explanation, glancing at me in a cruel way as if saying, 'I hope she runs away because I can promise that I won't give you one of our ponies'.

After noticing this I go to an area where a rock weathered to a flat in the middle but the sides curve upwards. I quickly grab a bunch of pine needles from the trees around me and create a soft patch within the rock where I lay on my back and stare up at the stars.

Suddenly a loud screeching noise reaches my ears and I sit upright within a second staring in the section where I heard the shriek. Bilbo appears confused and asked,

"What was that?"

"Orcs" I answer quickly, eager to change the subject but I hear Fili and Kili laughing about something I didn't hear. I stare at them and they quickly stop laughing but Thorin comes in and says,

"You think a night raid by orcs is funny do you!" He says in a raised voice I quickly try to help them out saying,

"I'm sure they meant nothing by it Thorin."

He turns and stalks over towards where I'm now standing in slight fear, but more adrenaline. The brothers see a hint of fear flash in my eyes as Thorin nears and they see that my daggers are missing. They quickly get up a dash over to where I'm at. Thorin is now right in front of me, and Gandalf gets up but doesn't move in fear that will provoke an attack. Thorin speaks in a dark tone,

"Do not tell me what to do with my own family, you piece of filth." He growls lowly.

By now Fili and Kili are a few feet behind him ready to intervene if anything becomes dangerous. I step back slightly and Thorin steps forward pushing me against the side of the wide cliff edge we were staying on.

"Well you obviously don't know how to deal with a way to break the silence and they were just trying to help, if you can't see that then you obviously need help in managing your 'family'." I reply in a mocking and sarcastic voice that I know will enrage him further. He puts a hand on his sword and goes to unsheath it, but Fili and Kili grab him while Gandalf pulls me away.

"What have I told you, you could be killed by Thorin and he wouldn't care." Starts Gandalf but I quickly use my elvish magic and disappear, not wanting to have this conversation right now. I slump back on the rock I layed pine needles over and fell into a deep sleep.

Ch.4 Ch.6

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deadlymistletoe · 2 years ago

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Misty Mountains

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Genre: Light romance/fluff

Description: Throin helps you get back to sleep when you wake up from a nightmare while he’s on watch.

Warnings: None

Word count: 717

Your blanket fell to your waist as you jolted up from your bedroll, breathing heavily.

As your eyes adjusted to your surroundings you groaned quietly, rubbing your face with your hands.

Ever since you’d heard the orcs and wargs shrieking in the night, you’d been on edge. Fili and Kili’s story hadn’t helped matters, although thankfully Thorin had shut that down quickly.

Knowing you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep easily, you pushed your blanket off your legs and stood up, stretching silently before you began weaving your way through the sleeping dwarves and towards the small fire at the mouth of the cave, careful not to step on anyone.

You doubted Thorin would be happy if everyone woke in a panic because you’d taken a tumble onto one of them.

You sighed silently. Thorin.

Despite the dwarf king's grouchiness and stubborn manner your attention had been drawn to him from the first time you met him, the unimpressed expression he’d worn as Gandalf announced you’d be coming was still etched in your brain as clearly as if it had only just happened.

Still, you liked to think-or hope-that he’d warmed up to you by now. It certainly seemed like it sometimes before he’d say something in that grouchy tone and it felt like you were back to square one.

Or maybe you were just delusional and imagined the tiny smiles you thought he gave you before turning away when you caught his gaze.

Speaking of, when you reached the mouth of the cave Thorin, who sat against the wall on his bedroll keeping watch, was already looking at you.

When he caught your gaze he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You mumbled, holding your hands out to the fire, hoping to warm them on the dying flame.

“Nightmares?” His voice was low, quiet enough not to wake the others.

You gave a slight nod. Were you really that easy to read?

Again, as if reading your thoughts, he spoke. “Everyone has them. I’m not surprised after that story Fili and Kili told.” He shook his head in exasperation.

You were both silent for a moment before he murmured your name, drawing your attention again. “Come here.”

What?

He beckoned you towards him again, and you stepped away from the fire, stopping in front of the dwarf on the ground in front of you.

“Sit down.”

You blinked.

When you made no move to do as he said, Thorin reached up and took your hand, tugging you down to sit with him.

“Thorin, what-” Your cheeks flamed, and you were glad it was night as the dwarf maneuvered you so that you leant against him, head on his chest, fur coat soft against your cheek.

“Try to sleep. You need your rest.” You tried to keep your breathing steady as you felt his arm around you, holding you securely, but comfortably against him while his chest rumbled slightly under you when he spoke.

You hesitated to close your eyes, feeling your tiredness creep up on you again, but gave up and let them flutter shut at Thorin’s next words. “I’ll wake you if you have a nightmare. Don’t fight it.”

You sighed quietly as you turned your head into Thorin’s chest a bit more, and felt him drape his blanket over the two of you with the hand that wasn’t holding you to him.

You listened to the embers crackling as they died, when Thorin shifted slightly and his voice joined the sounds of nature. You easily recognised the song as the one sung the night at Bilbo’s place and found yourself focusing on his voice, his chest vibrating beneath your ear.

“Far over the misty mountains cold,

To dungeons deep and caverns old,

We must away ere break of day,

To find our long-forgotten gold.”

Thorin’s voice was the last thing you heard as you drifted off to sleep, his thumb rubbing across your upper arm lightly as he sang.

“The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night,

The fire was red, it flaming spread,

The trees like torches blazed with light.”

And no one needed to know if he pressed a kiss to the top of your head while you slept when he finished the song.

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beenovel · 3 years ago

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A Frankly Hilarious Misunderstanding

Pairing: Kili x gn!reader

Word count: 2,103 (.... I have nothing to say for myself)

Warnings: none, misunderstandings for the purposes of comedy, not angst

Summary: Some minor human/dwarf cultural differences lead to major confusion. (AKA Kili is a himbo that doesn’t understand human customs)

A/n: This was a random shower thought that made me laugh until I slipped and @claraofthepen encouraged me to write.

Thank you to @claraofthepen @elvish-sky and @messiambrandybuck for beta reading!! Y'all are the best <3

Brief background: Y/n and your brother (Will) are humans that Gandalf brought along on the quest. Don’t ask me why, the spooky old wizard is mysterious. In your culture, it’s traditional for the courter to ask a courtee’s older relative if they can court. This will be important later. Also, homophobia isn’t a thing because I said so.

You lowered yourself onto a log by the fire with a grateful sigh. After a long day of walking, the thought of a hot dinner and sleep (even on the hard ground) was a relief. Thorin had called for everyone to stop right as the sun neared the horizon. This meant you’d had enough light to set up for the night much faster than normal.

Kili sat down next to you. He smiled and despite your exhaustion, you returned the gesture on instinct.

“Here,” he said while handing you a bowl of soup. You knocked your shoulder against his in thanks.

You, Will, Fili, and Kili had become all but inseparable over the past few months of the journey. Being so close in (relative) age, you all got along very well. You and Kili had grown especially close. He flirted with you non-stop and you had quickly fallen in love with him.

The only problem was that while Kili flirted with you quite a bit, he also flirted with everyone. Including your brother, though only occasionally. You were waiting to be sure he actually wanted to be with you, but if he made you wait any longer you were going to ask him despite your doubts. Patience is a virtue, but virtues are overrated anyway.

You looked across the fire to see your brother all but sitting on Ori. Dori did not look particularly happy about this. Your brother, on the other hand, was giggling like a ditzy maid at something Ori had said. You could see how happy Ori was at having made Will laugh, as he was looking at him with a small affectionate smile.

You wanted to walk over and smack their heads together for being so obtuse. Everyone could see how much they cared for one another but they were both too nervous to do anything about it. You had seen your brother face down a lone warg with nothing but a handful of dirt and a stick. And now he quailed at the thought of admitting his feelings for the quiet scribe. Ori seemed convinced that someone as brave as your brother could never love someone as quiet and shy as him.

You shook your head lightly in exasperation. Will had forced you to listen as he lamented his 'unrequited love' countless times. Despite your many, many (many) attempts to convince him otherwise (and all evidence to the contrary) your brother resolutely believed that Ori could never love him the same.

You thought back to the other night when you’d both been on watch.

“I’m just some human,” Will had said as he looked over at Ori’s sleeping form like a kicked puppy. “How could he ever feel the same?”

You had rolled your eyes then and you rolled them again now. Will often told you that one of these days you were going to roll your eyes so far back into your head they’d get stuck. He hadn’t particularly enjoyed it when you strongly insinuated that it would be his fault.

You were so distracted by your brother and Ori, you didn’t notice the nervous breakdown Kili was having right next to you. He was staring into the fire with some intensity while silently moving his lips to the thoughts in his head. His hand was deep in his pocket, worrying a courting bead.

Fili (who no one was paying attention to unlike you, Kili, Will, and Ori, who had the entire company's attention split between the four of you, with varying amounts of exasperation) was watching Kili with much the same expression you were watching Will with. After a moment he leaned over to his brother and whispered in his ear so that only he could hear.

“Go ask, you know what the reply will be. I’m growing sick of watching you two dance around each other and if you don’t ask soon, I'll ask for you.”

Kili turned to Fili with wide, concerned eyes.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Want to bet?”

Kili really didn’t.

Kili turned to you and gently placed his hand on your arm, pulling you out of your (by this point slightly murderous) thoughts.

“Take a walk with me?”

You smiled brightly at Kili.

“Alright”

Kili leads you to a stream the company had stopped near earlier in the day. He was silent the whole way and while silence between the two of you was usually comfortable, you couldn’t help but notice how nervous he seemed.

“Everything all right?”

He smiled.

“Of course Y/n!”

He still seemed nervous but you figured he would tell you when he was ready. You soon came to the small stream and sat down on a fallen log beside it.

Kili took a deep breath and turned to you.

“Y/N, for months I have been quite taken with you.”

The boldness of Kili’s words and how suddenly he said them took you by surprise. Kili, upon seeing your expression, hastily tried to amend his words.

“What I meant to say, erm, is that I’ve fallen in lo-” Kili coughed “I mean, I would like— Mahal Damn it give me a moment.”

Much to your giddy amusement, the young prince stopped his ramblings and took a breath, gathering himself before he spoke again. His voice was level, though his hands still fidgeted and his eyes were downcast.

“(Y/N), your mind and your beauty have enraptured me. I’ve never met your equal in wit and kindness, not in all the years I’ve been on Middle Earth. I ask for your hand in courtship, if it would please you, for it would surely please me.”

The prince glanced up at you and saw the tears in your eyes. His own widened and he began to pull away as he backtracked.

“However, if you were to refuse me, I would understand… I shouldn’t have assumed you felt the same… I mean, I’m so sorry-“ you interrupted the prince's ramblings by throwing your arms around his neck.

“Kili I would love to court you!”

Kili pulled back just enough to smile at you.

“So you’ll let me braid your hair?”

“Of course! Isn’t that pretty much the same thing as asking me to court you?”

Kili nodded.

“Then I’ve already said yes, you silly dwarf! …. Though my brother might be a bit upset.”

Kili frowned and remained silent for a moment before he asked

“Why? I thought he liked me.”

“No, no he does! It’s just, well, you were supposed to ask him first.”

Kili looked at you for a moment in obvious confusion.

“Kili? Are you alright?”

That seemed to break Kili out of his thoughts and he gained a look of determination. He quickly got up and began striding back towards camp.

You sat on the log for a moment looking after him in disbelief before getting up and jogging after him. You caught up to him and moved in front of him to block his path.

“Kili, Kili stop. Where are you going?” You asked him breathlessly.

“I’m going to ask your brother,” Kili said, clearly confused.

“We can do that later, my love.”

Kili took your hands in his and looked up at you.

“If it’s an important human tradition then I would honor it. Your culture and customs are just as important as my own.”

You wanted to argue further, but he was being so sweet and thoughtful you only sighed. You could also tell this was something he was going to be stubborn about.

“Alright.”

You hadn’t even finished speaking before he resumed dragging you back to camp.

You got back to camp and Fili turned to you with a big smile, which was quickly replaced with a frown at his brother’s intense expression.

Kili quickly walked up to Will and got down on one knee in front of him. Will looked over Kili’s shoulder at you and you shrugged. He turned back to Kili when he started speaking.

“Will, would you do me the honor of courting me?”

Will blinked and your jaw dropped. Silence fell over the camp. Everyone looked either at Kili or each other in bewilderment.

Ori stood up beside Will and glared at Kili so intensely that he’d have died on the spot if looks could kill.

“You knew I was going to ask him to court me! How could you?!”

Your brother (who had been looking at Kili like he’d grown a second head) turned to Ori quickly.

“Wait what?”

“Don’t ask me, it’s some sort of human custom!” Kili said.

You, Will, and Ori all began talking at once.

“Why would you - talking about - FIGHT YOU FOR HIM”

Will turned to Ori with an “Again, what?!”

Kili turned back to you with a fearful and very confused face.

“You said I had to ask him first.”

You blinked at him for a moment then burst out laughing so loudly Oin fell off his log.

The rest of the company stared at you in shocked silence for a moment before Will asked you (or maybe just the world at large) a question.

“What’s going on?”

Unfortunately, you were laughing too hard to reply and poor Kili didn’t understand any better than the rest of them.

Dwalin looked at Ori (who had turned a brilliant shade of red) and then moved to stand between Ori and Kili.

“Kili I think you’d better explain what happened when you and y/n were in the woods before Ori bursts a blood vessel,” He said

By now your face was starting to hurt. Kili looked at you in worry before he began.

“When I proposed Y/n said,” Kili paused here and turned his eyes to the sky as he tried to remember the exact wording “Of course, but you have to ask my brother first.”

Will started laughing too, and by this time you were lying on the ground near passing out from lack of oxygen.

Bilbo came to Kili’s rescue as most of the company was doubled over laughing now, having realized what you meant.

“I think what y/n meant was that you have to ask Will for permission to court. Not that you have to ask him to court you.”

You vaguely nodded as you continued to wheeze on the ground.

Eventually, you stopped laughing long enough to get off of the ground and you wiped your eyes. Kili gave you a slightly betrayed look as Fili used your shoulder for support to keep himself from falling over.

Will had managed to pull himself together long before you, so he was only chuckling when he said “Kili, I give you full permission to court y/n.”

He got far more serious as he turned to Ori who was now calm and growing shyer by the second.

“And I would love to court you, Ori.”

Ori smiled and nodded and they went off to the edge of camp to braid each other’s hair.

You noticed Nori was having to nearly physically restrain Dori from storming over to them.

You turned to a bright red Kili. “Aren’t you supposed to be braiding my hair?”

Kili took your hand and slowly began leading you to the edge of camp.

He sat behind you and while you expected to feel his hands in your hair, you didn’t.

“Kili?” You asked.

When he took a moment to respond you turned around to look at him. He was looking at your hair with a strange mixture of longing and sadness.

You sighed.

“Kili, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, I-“

“Are you sure you want to court me?” He cut you off “I would understand if you didn’t, I mean I pretty much ruined the whole thing.”

“Kili” you whispered as you put your hand on his cheek.

“There is no one I’d rather be with,” you said.

“And besides, just think what a wonderful story this will make,” you said with a smile “plus if you hadn’t, Will and Ori might not have ever gotten together.”

He barked out a laugh.

“Those are very good points, ghivashel.”

“I know, I’m the one who made them.”

Kili pulled you in for a soft kiss. It quickly got more heated and your whole body was screaming for you to climb into his lap. Sudden whooping (from the company members) and exaggerated gagging (from Will and Fili) reminded you that you had an audience.

You lightly slapped Kili’s knee and said “get to braiding” as you turned back around.

He did and you reveled in the feeling of his fingers twisting in your hair.

“Now, tell me what ‘ghivashel’ means.”

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Request: Wonderful! Could please write an escenario in which y/n (half elf and half human) was part of the company cause Gandalf hired her. She and Kili fell for each other and secretly started courting. Once Erebor was reclaimed everything was going back to normal. Thorin asked her to stay for as long as she liked. When Fili & Kili's mom got there, she had lots of meetings with Thorin so y/n was not able to properly meet her. The day that they are actually introduced, Thorin announces Kili's and Fili's arranged marriages which took everyone by surprise. Y/n and Kili try to figure and fix things out in order to convince Thorin to put off the arrange marriage but it does not work. Therefore, y/n decides to leave Erebor and ends up leaving to Dale; befriending/ helping Bard and his kids. During her time there she finds out that she was pregnant with Kili's child. However, she never notifies Kili nor goes to Erebor to announce it thinking that he had his duty as a prince and it would be harmful for him/ his arranged marriage. So, she makes the decision to raise the baby on her own. Time goes by and on a normal day (when she was 9 months pregnant) that she's walking around Dale while feeling contractions she bumps into Kili. Thank you so much!❤️ Sorry for the long message 😅 - @just-a-dreamer23

A/N: I know, I know, this is soo long. But, I enjoyed writing this story!! I've been trying to overcome my lack of motivation to write, so maybe it isn't as good in some parts, as my other stories, but I wanted to keep it that way, so I hope you enjoy anyways.

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The afternoon was hot. The best thing to do, was to take a nap. At least, in your opinion.

Nothing would attack in this heat, you thought, as you rested under a tree. A while after, you noticed pointy hat and grey cloak of the same colour. You lazily waved.

"Gandalf, long time no see!" Gandalf smiled at you.

"Good afternoon, Y/N." You stood up and looked at him, waiting. Gandalf never came just...for no reason.

"How are you doing?" Gandalf asked, and you shrugged.

"I'm just wandering around, as usual. You know me. I never stay in one place for too long." You said. Gandalf knew that, obviously. Being a child of an elf and a human, you felt like you never belong anywhere.

Elves felt really tense and quiet, and humans were quite loud for you, because of your hearing. And you aged lot slower than them, so making friends was also quite...not it.

"I've been looking for you, to join an adventure," You curiously gave him a look.

"An adventure? What kind of adventure?"

"Well," he looked at you.

"You know about Erebor and the line of Durin, right?" You frowned at him, and quickly shook your head.

"Gandalf, I can't-I can't join the dwarves! They will hate me! Everyone knows they hate the elves, and I'm half elf!" You said.

"Well, who said they will know? You owe me help," he reminded you. You thought back to when he healed you after orcs attacked you, and you sighed. He was right. This was the least you could do.

"And, who knows. Maybe they will like you," he gave you a look, and you folded your hands on your chest, and let out a sigh.

"Alright then. Where and when am I supposed to be?" He gave you all the information you needed. And you started your way to the Shire, looking at the first evening stars, as the starlight is what the Elves of Mirkwood love so much.

You got to the Shire around late afternoon after three days of traveling, and smiled. The hobbits and their houses were tiny, so you couldn't help, but smile. Maybe it won't be that bad, having perhaps a hobbit friend, after all...

You remembered the moment when you first met Kili. You thought Gandalf was there at Bilbo's house, but when you opened the door...

"Are you Master Boggins?" You frowned at the brunette dwarf.

"Do I look like a hobbit to you?" He looked at the other dwarf, then back at you, but there was Bilbo already.

Later on the journey, he found you without your cape on. It was your turn for bathing, but him and Fili forgot some their things at the river.

You just put off your cloak, and put your hair down from your headband. You heard steps, so you quickly turned around.

"You are..." Fili started.

"...an elf?" Kili finished. You huffed.

"Half elf. My mother was...human." you whispered. Painful memories of your early life came up, and you blinked to stop the tears.

"Don't tell anyone, please..." you looked at them. Both Fili and Kili must've seen something in your expression, that made them realize the importance. They nodded. Kili was, however, curious. Lot more than before, and asking you about elves. You talked about it when Thorin was far enought to not hear what was your conversations about, but it wouldn't matter much. Gandalf told them you spent part of your life living with the elves, which was true.

In fact, Kili became fascinated by you. He liked you before, and had a feeling, which he wasn't sure about. Interest, curiousity, the need to protect you, adoration...

In the moment he saw you, he realized you were his One, his love for life. And when you got closer, he asked you to court him. You said yes. From then on, you shared many quiet and stolen kisses and moments together, in the shadows of forests or your bedrooms in pubs.

The moment everyone else (except for Bilbo and the Durin brothers) found out, was when you came into Mirkwood. Thranduil ordered his guards to take your cloak and headband off, and now, everyone could see your pointy ears.

There was a moment of silence.

"What made an elf, to travel with group of dwarves?" You gulped and looked down.

"I'm a-a half elf," you whispered.

"My father was from here." You explained, and the king shot you a glare. He was not stupid. He knew you tried to pull his attention away.

"Take them to the dungeons, except for Oakenshield," he said.

When you made yourself as comfortable as you could on the cold floor, you overheard the dwarves trying to find out who you actually were and what you wanted.

To your surprise, they didn't talk about you in a bad way. Just curiousity. Thankfully.

"Do you think she will like me?" You said to Kili. He was writing a letter to his and Fili's mother, Dis, the happy news - Erebor was reclaimed, and they all survived. It's been a week since, and Thorin decided it was the right thing to let his sister know as soon as possible. She was surely worried.

Kili turned to you.

"Like you? Like you? She is going to love you," Kili grinned at you, and you had to smile a little too.

"Yeah, but...you know, I'm not a dwarf," you said your worry aloud. It was true. Being a half-elf, you and Kili started courting in secret. Thorin was not really kind to you, at least the first half of the journey. However, the rest of the Company liked you lot more. Especially Kili. After a while of knowing of what did you feel, you decided to tell him. To your surprise, but happiness, Kili shared those feelings. And since then, you had a tiny braid, hidden in your hair, and Kili as well.

And stole many, many secret kisses.

"I don't think mum is going to have issue with this," Kili stood up, and gently placed your hair behind your ear.

"You're my One, and you make me incredibly happy. I'm sure she won't have problem with you being half elf," You cupped his cheek, and softly smiled, as you looked deep in his kind brown eyes.

"I love you too, my short Prince," He stood on his toes and kissed you, getting a giggle from you. He pouted, when he heard you called him short, but you knew he didn't mind it.

You kissed him, and felt his smile on your lips. You were leaning down, when suddenly you lost balance, and both you and Kili ended up lying on the floor. Kili and you let out a yelp, but then broke into giggles.

"I love you," Kili said, when you finally stopped laughing. You cuddled into his chest and breathed in his scent. Kili smelled like smoke, food and fresh air.

"I love you too," Kili gently stroke your hair, and you got up.

"Where are you going?"

"You have to finish the letter, and I promised Tilda I will take a walk with her before the dinner." You helped Kili to get up.

"Alright my beloved, have a good time," he gently kissed you, and sat back to his desk. You smiled, and ruffled his hair.

"You too, my dearest." You smiled, and left the room.

It's been a few months, and you were finally, finally going to meet Kili and Fili's mother, Dis. She has been there for around two weeks by now, but, you haven't got the chance to meet her and be introduced to her yet.

You were officially going to meet her during upcoming celebration. Needless to say, you were freaking out.

Your stomach was tight from anxiety for a few days already, and that afternoon, it felt absolutely horrible. You haven't eaten whole day, just because all you thought about was the evening.

You spent around an hour of putting on and off different dresses from your wardrobe, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"Y/N?" Kili knocked on the door of your chambers.

"C'me in," you said. He came in, and his eyes widened, when he seen you sitting in front of the mirror, your eyes red and the mess everywhere.

"What am I supposed to wear? I have nothing to wear!" You started crying. All the stress and anxiety in past three months got the best of you. Random moments of crying, because of tiny things, were happening on daily basis.

"Dear, what is happening?" He pulled your hair back behind your ears.

"I-I just want-want your mum to like me," you muttered.

"And...it stresses me out." Kili nodded, and shortly hugged you.

"She is going to love you no matter which dress you wear, I promise." He whispered to your ear.

"Now, I think..." Kili looked around.

"I think the...the dark green dress will be perfect."

When you changed into the dress Kili picked you, Kili brushed and styled your hair. He pulled the top section into a clip, and you pulled a few strands, to frame your face. You smiled at yourself in the mirror.

"You ready?" Kili asked. You just silently nodded.

As you walked down the hall, Kili was trying to figure out where his uncle, brother and mother went to. He couldn't see them anywhere, and he was sure he was once in a while not late.

When you entered the huge throne room, you could see Fili, and let out a breath of relief.

"Fili, have you seen-"

"Kili, there you are," A woman came from behind Fili, and looked over her younger son.

"Have you brushed your hair?" Kili huffed.

"Of course I did." He said quietly, so nobody could hear him. He was visibly embarrassed, and you let out laugh. She suddenly turned to you. Her deep blue eyes reminded you Thorin, but they had the same twinkle as Kili and, occasionally, Fili.

"I don't remember I seen you here before," she said.

"Well, I usually spend my time outside of Erebor, so I think that might be it," You nervously smiled. She hummed.

"I-I'm not a part of the royal family," you said, and almost groaned. Now that was embarrassing for sure.

"Y/N, this is my and Kili's mum, Dis. Mum, this is Y/N," Fili said, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"I-um-" You tried to say something, but she pulled you in short hug.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," she gave you a smile, and then went back between the guests with Fili.

You let out a breath.

"That was embarrassing," you groaned. Kili chuckled.

"No, not at all. She likes you." It suddenly felt like it was much easier to breathe.

"She-she does?" Your eyes widened, and Kili nodded.

"Of course! And you can bet she will steal you to me during the evening,"

"How do you know that?" You turned to him with surprise written all over your face.

"She is my mother. I know her for a long time." He just said.

"She seems to be...different from Thorin," you said, hoping it wouldn't come out as offensive. Kili chuckled.

"Mum and Uncle really aren't that different. Uncle just focuses more on the kingdom and mum, on family," Kili said in low voice, so that only you could hear it.

When you sat down to the table, where the royal family and the Company was, you looked around. You and Kili did secretly hold hands under the table, and you talked to Dis, who was sitting across the table.

"Good evening, everyone," Thorin said, and the people got more quiet.

"It's my pleasure to meet all of you here today. I have some things to say, before the celebration starts." Thorin paused, and Kili leaned near you with a grin.

"It's just a few formalities, don't worry, love." You smiled at him back with tight smile. You felt something was not right. Thorin talked about the kingdom a little at first. The next news was, however, what you were afraid of.

"I'm very happy to say, my nephew Fili is going to marry-" you let out a breath. Kili turned to you with worry.

"Do you feel okay?" He asked, when suddenly...

"And my nephew Kili, who also has already arranged marriage, with-"

Kili stared at Thorin, and you as well.

"Kili-Kili, please-" you tried to stop Kili from going to Thorin. Kili was visibly angry, his jaw was tight, and body tense.

"Kili? What is happening?" Thorin came and let through his teeth. You suddenly felt everyone's eyes on you.

"I need some fresh air," you whispered and walked away, as quickly as you could. When you left, you came in your chambers, kneeled to your bed, and started crying.

You knew it. You should've known before.

Thorin would do this. Even when Fili and Kili were children, he would make sure they had wives already. They were princes. They needed to have a wife.

And Thorin...Thorin would never allow Kili to court you or marry you.

The next day, Kili came into your room. He had dark circles under his eyes, and gave you weak smile.

"I promise we will work this out," he muttered, and pulled you close to his chest.

Kili was asleep - and you let him - but, you thought about your situation, and tried to come up with possible solutions.

However, it was as if there weren't any.

It's been a few days, and you cuddled into your blanket. You fell asleep, and when you woke up, you looked around the room.

This place isn't for me anymore, you thought, and started packing your clothes into your bag. You changed into tunic and trousers, and wrote a letter to Kili, that you were sorry, but it was probably better to have a wife his Uncle would like, that you were leaving and never coming back, so he shouldn't be looking for you.

You quietly left the palace, and walked out in the morning. The air was fresh and nice, and for a moment, you forgot your sadness.

You walked to Dale, and decided to meet Bard. You had nowhere to go, and maybe staying there would be good, before you'd go...somewhere else.

The guards let you in, and as you thought of going to Rivendell, you noticed Bard.

"Bard?" He turned to you, and nodded at you.

"Hi Y/N. What brings you here?" You sighed.

"I'm leaving Erebor, Bard...but the problem is, I need to think about of where-" you suddenly felt dizzy, and Bard catched you. He called for a healer, that's what your hazy mind could catch.

You basically woke up, in a room. On a bed. Comfortable bed.

"Lie still, lady Y/N," the healer said. You frowned a little, when she placed her ear to your stomach.

"I can hear the heartbeat clearly. The baby is most likely around three months old," she said.

"What baby?" You asked, confused. You looked from the healer to Bard and Bard to healer. She took your hands in hers.

"You don't know, my lady? You are pregnant. I can clearly hear the heartbeat of your child," she softly smiled at you. You shook your head, and felt a few tears escaping your eyes.

"I'm...I'm with child," you whispered. You could not believe it. So perhaps, it wasn't just stress...

"Who is the father?" The healer asked, when she helped you to sit up. You nervously looked in your lap.

"Kili. Prince...Kili. Kili Durin." You said, and Bard and the healer shared a look.

"He...he doesn't know. Can we keep it a secret? Please?" You looked at them.

They said yes. Bard was like a father to you, and let you stay. He showed you chambers, that would be your home for next few months at least.

You never went back to Erebor. You thought Kili had to marry the princess, so you just tried to think of the baby you were carrying.

It wasn't that hard, honestly. The baby was often restless, though.

As if it missed Kili as much as you did...

Even if the baby would have to grow up without it's biological dad, you were sure you'd be able to take care of them well.

Some days, you were happy, and didn't think of Kili too much. It pained you, yes, and you knew you had to be strong for the baby, so you often asked someone to teach you something, such as how to prepare different meals, how to knit or how to play piano, to name a few.

Other days, you felt sad. It could be because of the weather, or hormones, some days you just woke up sad, and sometimes it was when something reminded you of Kili. Those days, the baby was the most restless, and the maids told you it was because the baby missed it's father.

You sat down to the armchair next to the window in your bedroom, and looked out on the street. Nobody could see you from here, so it made you feel safe. You looked up and seen Erebor.

"There's your daddy, over there," you whispered to the baby.

The answer you got, was soft kick.

"Does it hurt?" Sigrid asked you, looking at your belly. You smiled at her.

"No, it doesn't." You stroke your stomach. You've been pregnant for past almost nine months. Bard was so kind and let you stay, and even offered you bigger chambers, which you gladly agreeded to. The chambers were perfect size, and the baby could have their own small room, overtime.

You let out shaky breath. You wanted Kili to know about all of this. To be there with you, talk to you and to the baby.

But, it was not possible. It would hurt his reputation, and perhaps even his marriage.

You dried your tears, and carefully stood up. Even as pregnant, you were able to stand up yourself, luckily quite easily. You felt very thankful for some of your genes being from the elves, because, as Bard explained to you, humans had it harder.

When you slowly got yourself out of the castle, you breathed in. The air smelled nicely - you smelled fresh bread, old leaves, fresh air from the lake. Mix of summer and autumn. You felt it was one of the last few warm days, before the typical autumn comes.

You looked around, and your cravings were begging you for some freshly baked, soft warm bread with fresh butter, melting on top of it. You thought of the crispiness of the bread's crust, and your mouth started watering. You groaned, when you felt how your stomach let you know some snack would come handy.

You slid your hand to your pocket, and made sure you have enough money.

You started walking, to find some bakery, and as you looked around, you noticed one on the other end of the street.

You let out a breath, and started walking towards the small store.

You were almost there, when you overheard a gasps, escaping a few young girls. You slowed down and listened to their conversation.

"Did you see him?"

"Yes, I did. Do you think it really is the Prince?"

"Of course he is! I mean, look at him. I'd recognize the hair clip everywhere." You frowned a little, when you suddenly realized it. You stopped walking, and felt hot wave running down your back, and liquid running down your leg.

You carefully looked down. It was clear.

You turned around, and - damn it! - your eyes locked with Kili's in the exact moment.

He started walking towards you. You clearly recognized happiness in his eyes, and relief.

"Y/N, where have you been those past months? I was worried about you," He said, and when he was near you, you recognized even the wet shine in his chocolate eyes. You felt sudden rush of guilt.

He must have notice the guilt on your face. Kili frowned a little, when he took a notice of your belly, under the dress.

"I-you..." You noticed it. He was holding back tears. You shook your head, as you tried to hold your own.

"Kili, it isn't like this...please trust me!" You felt another wave of heat running down your back, and stepped forward, but sudden dizzines made you take wrong step. Kili quickly catched you.

"Kili, I-this is, uh..."

"You moved on," he said. You shook your head.

"No, it's...you are the father," you said, but didn't notice what was his reaction, because suddenly, you realized what was going on, as you were holding your belly.

"I need to get back, and find a healer and midwife," you let out through your gritted teeth.

"We will get there quickly," Kili let out, and you had a feeling.

"Don't you dare to faint!" You let out.

Kili helped you to get back. You noticed Sigrid, and told her to quickly find healer. She didn't ask anything, and quickly runned away. You let out a groan and gripped Kili's arm.

"Lady Y/N, we need to get you to the room prepared for labour," the healer said, and checked on your belly.

When you got there, and changed into simple gown, you laid down as the healer told you.

Kili stayed there, and you were gripping his arm and hand.

"I'm not fucking letting you to sleep with me ever again," you said through gritted teeth. Kili took a shaky breath, and you shot him a glare.

"Don't you dare to faint, Kili Durin! You did put this baby inside me nine months ago, so now-"

"This is just the pain speaking from Lady Y/N, Prince Kili. Don't take it personally," Kili gulped and nodded.

"You're doing great, love," he said carefully. You let out a huff.

"I didn't finish! Now you will deal with me breaking your arm, because it hurts!" You almost yelled at him.

"I can see the head, my Lady!" The healer smiled.

"With this next contraction, you will push as much as you can!" The healer said.

"Okay, one, two, three-push!"

"You're doing great, dear. The baby is almost there," Kili tried to cheer you up.

"You have no idea how painful it is!" You screamed.

"My lady, this is going to be your last push, are you ready?" The healer looked up at you, and you nodded.

"One, two, three, push!" The healer let out. You gripped Kili's hand, and suddenly...

You heard a baby scream.

"It's a girl!" The healer said happily. You smiled, and let out some happy tears.

"You-you did it!" Kili said, and you wiped off your eyes.

"No, we did it," you muttered, and he kissed your cheek.

"How do you feel, Y/N?"

"I'm okay," you smiled. The midwife checked on you, and handed you your baby.

"Everything seems to be in order," she said and smiled. You smiled at her back. She was there for you for all those months, and you got close.

"Thank you so much," She nodded.

"I'll leave you alone," she said, and left.

You stroke the baby's cheek.

"How are we going to name her?" Kili whispered, and stroke the baby's chubby cheek. You shrugged.

"Well...I'm not sure. I was thinking of Arina," you said.

"It's...it's beautiful name," Kili said, and you realized he was crying.

"Kili...I'm so sorry for...for hiding it from you," you whispered. Kili shook his head.

"Love...it isn't your fault. Can I...can I hug you?" You nodded, and he slid his arm around your shoulders.

"If anything, it's my fault." He muttered.

"I should've known where did you go, and-"

"Shh," you said.

"We can talk about that later. Arina's asleep now."

You were quietly watching the baby. The midwife came back soon, to check on you and the baby, and when she left, Kili spoken up.

"We talked Uncle the marriges out." You nodded.

"You left Erebor by then already. I was looking everywhere for you, only if I knew-" you subtly interrupted him.

"I didn't know either. I wanted to go to Rivendell, but...then, I found out. It would be risky, so Bard let me stay here," You shrugged.

"Do you still want to leave, though?" Kili looked at you with sad eyes, when he looked away from your daughter. You shook your head.

"No." Kili grinned, and gently brushed his hand over your cheek.

"Just for your information...mum was going nuts when she found out about the arranged marriges. She likes you a lot." You smiled, and took Kili's hand in yours.

"Well...let's hope she likes her too," You looked at Arina's sleeping face.

You came back the next day. Kili had to go to Erebor that evening, but in the morning, he came back.

When you entered, you overheard a strong female voice. You quickly realized who was the woman.

"I don't care my brother has a meeting. Go tell him he has to come here. It's a family emergency," she said, and turned to you and Kili.

"Y/N, where have you-oh, who is this?" Dis turned to you, and noticed the baby. You shared a look with Kili.

"This is your granddaughter," You said carefully. Dis looked between you and Kili, and it seemed like most things clicked to her. She smiled.

"Well..."

"Dis, what does that means?" Thorin's voice came from different hall, and you noticed Fili giving you a knowing smile.

"Thorin..." you said, and he turned to you. He seemed to be confused, but then he looked at Arina.

"What does this-"

"Uncle, let's get some privacy first," Fili said.

When you came to library, Thorin turned to you. Dis stood up, as if she would want to protect you.

"Uncle...Y/N and I started courting on the quest in secret. We planned to get married, but when you announced the arranged marriges for me and Fili, we-"

"I left Erebor, because I thought you would never accept me as partner for your nephew, Thorin. I found out I was pregnant, however, I didn't want to hurt Kili's reputation or his marrige, so I never came back to announce it. He met me in Dale yesterday, and I, um...I went to labour." Thorin has been looking at you and Kili. Your body was tense, and Fili, Kili and Dis were ready to protect you any moment.

Thorin slowly closed this eyes, and placed his face into his palms. When he looked up again, he let out a sigh.

"Fili, Kili, sister, leave us alone."

"But Uncle-" Fili said, but Thorin shook his head.

"I said, leave us alone. It won't be long." They three left, and you were a bit afraid.

"Kili is a prince, yes. But, he is also a dwarf, who needs to have someone who he is happy with." Thorin said, looking away from you.

"I noticed, of course. You make him happy, Y/N. I thought it was just childish love, that you would leave, and it would break Kili's heart. I owe you honest apology, Y/N. For thinking you wouldn't take his love seriously." He looked at you, and you let out a small smile. You nodded.

"Apology accepted, Thorin. Courting Kili makes me incredibly happy, and I am honored to say he is my lover," you said, and Thorin looked at you.

"Well, and when it comes to, um...you staying, you can stay here. If you would like to."

"I'd be very thankful."

A few years later

"Fi, look!" Kili said, as Arina walked towards Kili, again. She was giggling, as her father was dancing with her. You laughed.

"Kili, be careful!"

"Daddy, look!" The little girl pointed to a butterfly, who sat on her dress.

"Yeah, it's beautiful," Kili said, and she pouted.

"Don't move, or it will fly away!" Arina let out, and let the butterfly gently walk on her palm.

"Uncle, look, I got a butterfly!" Arina showed it to Fili, who nodded with nervous face.

"Oh, it's beautiful, Ari. Would you put it, um, a bit away from me, please?" She put the butterfly on a flower, and Fili let out a breath.

"I'm sleepy, mommy." She came to you, and lean her head on your shoulder.

"Ari?" A little boy came, and the girl jumped up with grin.

"Vili!" She squealed, and started tickling her cousin.

"Granny!" Arina gasped, when she noticed Dis.

"You are growing up so fast, Ari!" She said proudly, and you two shared a look.

"Aye, that's what she does," Kili let out a chuckle, and gently kissed your cheek.

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captain039 · 3 years ago

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PART 2

In the company of wolves

Werewolf!Thorin Oakenshield x reader

Some Kili x reader till his uncle smacks him xD

Warnings: Gore, light swearing, werewolf things, ABO, intimacy, sexual things, sadness, angst, anxiety and depression, fantasy themes, slow burn

Last chapter <-

The morn came slowly, the sun rising rather brightly though. You readied your horse alongside Gandalf, the dwarf company behind you. You heard quiet muttering and Gandalf snickered piping in.

“He’ll come,” Gandalf said mounting up as the dwarves let out disagreements. You frowned as Gandalf just winked at you making you roll your eyes and mount.

“WAIT!”

after some time of slow riding, a hobbit ran your way, the contract rustling in the wind as he ran.

“Wait! I signed! I signed” Bilbo panted handing the contract to Balin. The dwarf grabbed his eyeglass and read over quickly.

“All is in order” Balin grinned making you smile.

“Get him a pony!” Thorin yelled.

The hobbit declined but was put on a pony anyway. You chuckled as he rode awkwardly, holding the reigns up, body stiff as he stared in slight fear.

“Mister Baggins,” you said slowing your horse to be in pace with him.

“Hm, yes?” He asked looking at you.

“Relax your arms,” you said and he did.

“That is- much better” he stated making you chuckle. Something whizzed past your head making you flinch.

“What-?” You stuttered as pouches flew by.

“What’s going on?” You asked Gandalf.

“There was a bet placed, to see if Master Baggins would in fact show” Gandalf grinned.

“Did you think id come?” Bilbo asked as a coin pouch rushed past and into Gandalf’s hand.

“I never doubted you” he chuckled making you sigh.

You heard a low huff, the prince in front of you tense and annoyed. You glanced to Gandalf who shrugged and moved ahead.

As night fell the company stopped to set up camp. You helped Fili and Kili tend to the horses while the rest set up the fire and food.

“I didn’t mean to move away from you” Kili was by your side quickly making you jump.

You didn’t answer and continued brushing down the pony.

“Thorin he-“ before Kili could speak again Thorin called him making the young dwarf groan. You frowned slightly as he trudged off before looking to the king. His gaze was still stern and hard as he watched you.

You looked away unable to handle the intensity of his stare, did he have something against you?

You sat quietly as the dwarves ate, the stew was nice, a little help from Bilbo and it was better though. The hobbit was sneaky about it, you saw his gag when he tried it, he snuck in some herbs and mixed it before giving it an approving nod and sitting down. The two brothers were the loudest, they couldn’t sit still unlike the rest of the dwarves.

“Kili, Fili” Thorin said in warning, his voice deep. It affected everyone, besides Gandalf, you tensed kept your head down and flushed a bit. You weren’t around many alphas growing up, certainly not king werewolf ones. He often used his warning voice when the brothers were acting up, they were like wolf cubs you supposed, too energised.

“Excuse me” you muttered to the hobbit who hummed in response. You laid your bowl down and went into the tree area. You walked a little ways away needing to relieve your bowls, these dwarves were used to each other and it didn’t bother them, you however needed privacy.

“What are you doing?” You jumped while untying your pant strings.

“Gods!” You said seeing the king.

“I am going to the toilet,” you said flushing furiously. The alpha jolted a bit, embarrassment coming over his face as he apologised and left.

You let out a breath trying to calm your heart as you moved a little further away and relieved yourself.

You went back to the fire, cleaning up your bowl and spoon, making sure to keep your eyes on the ground. You went to your bedroll, shuffled through your bag as you grabbed some scent blockers and heat reducer herbs. You mushed the herbs together after rubbing on your scent blocker and went to the fire. You filled the small cup with water and heated it for a bit.

“What’s that?” One of the dwarves asked.

“Uh-“ you gulped a bit.

“A heat reducer” you muttered taking it from the fire so it could cool.

“Oh,” the dwarf said embarrassed.

“Goodnight,” you said quickly going to your bedroll. You drank the tea before making a gross face.

“Gross” you muttered flicking out the shrivelled leaves and placing the cup back in your bag.

You laid down finally looking at the stars, it had been a while since you went out and laid under the stars.

Your little home hidden from anybody’s eyes was all you really knew. Gandalf sometimes took you along to see the elves or the kingdom of men. Gandalf didn’t really raise you, actually when you visited the elves usually one of them would teach you new things, you could speak elvish, just not very well anymore.

A howl broke out startling your thoughts as a couple of the dwarves chuckled. You frowned counting them as you noticed Kili missing and his brother pouting. Thorin looked displeased as always and sighed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

You were a little scared, was that Kili who howled? Had he transformed into a wolf and ran off to eat something? You shuddered a little at the thought and turned onto your side trying to get some sleep.

As Morning rose you jolted awake by the sound of soft snickering. You opened your eyes and sighed rolling onto your back, the sun glaring in your face. You grumbled with displeasure and sat up, rubbing your eyes in the process.

“Good morning princess” one of the dwarves spoke, Dwalin by the sounds of it.

“Not a princess” you grumbled, you and mornings were not fond of each other.

“Slept like one” that was Kili who spoke.

“I’m not the one who went out and howled” you spoke without thought and the dwarf laughed.

“Did I scare ya?” He said and you glared lightly.

“Come on, we’ve lost too much daylight,” Thorin said making you feel bad.

On the trail again you could feel Thorin's eyes burning holes into the back of your head like you had slowed them down by ten days.

“You could’ve woken me up” you muttered to Gandalf.

“Thorin's going to burn holes in the back of my head” you added and Gandalf raised his brows.

“It was Thorin who told us to let you rest,” he said quietly and you frowned.

“That’s very doubtful,” you said and he gave his raised brow look again.

“Very” you muttered as he shrugged.

As the camp was set up again you wondered if any of the dwarves would go out again and transform. You wondered what they looked like, only ever hearing stories of them. You had grown a little closer to Kili, he was a fun dwarf, a little loud but he always teased and joked around.

A howl came out through the night startling you, that wasn’t a normal howl.

“What was that?” Bilbo asked standing up.

“A warg,” Kili said.

“A what?” Bilbo said stuttering.

“An orc pack” Fili added.

“Orc pack? There are orcs out there” he pointed to the forest and the dwarves nodded.

“Be careful” Kili had an evil smirk on his lips.

“They hunt at night, could scoop anyone up” he added and you saw the hobbit gulp.

“You know nothing of the devastation of orcs” Thorin quickly butted in, anger laced in his voice. You froze a bit looking to the ground like the brothers before Thorin walked to the edge of the cliff area.

“Was a joke” Kili muttered.

“Thorin's seen a lot of the destruction of orcs laddy,” Balin said.

“Knows every second of it” Balin muttered glancing at the prince.

“He was there when Azog charged on the mountain” You looked to Balin as he spoke.

“The pale orc had rallied an army, stormed on the mountain, Thror had been slain that day, Thrain clouded by grief went missing, but Thorin, he stood and faced the pale orc, with nothing but a piece of oak in his hand, he fought till he sliced the orcs hand off” You stared wide-eyed a bit before looking to the back of the king.

“What about Azog?” The hobbit asked.

“That filth died long ago from his wounds” Thorin turned and walked back to the group. You glanced to Gandalf who looked sceptical of the statement-making you tilt your head at him. He shook his head softly as the questioned wondered silently.

“Get some rest,” the king said going to his bedroll.

“Night” you muttered to the two brothers.

“Goodnight” Kili smiled.

“Night,” Fili said.

You laid on your bedroll, grabbing your blocker oil and rubbing it into your skin.

“Why do you do that?” You glanced to the hobbit.

“Do what?” You asked confused.

“Put on whatever that is,” he said pointing to the tin in your hand.

“Oh, this is a scent blocker,” you said and he tilted his head.

“Why would you need to block your scent?” You smiled at the hobbit, he seemed so innocent.

“Alphas specifically are affected by my scent as an omega, I do it so the group won’t be bothered by it and men in the world see an omega as an object, your scent is like a magnet to horrid men” you trailed off sadly.

“I’m sorry,” Bilbo said looking embarrassed.

“It’s all right, you didn’t know” you shrugged placing the tin back in your back.

“And the tea? It makes you not have a heat?” You smiled slightly at his curiousness, maybe he’d never met an omega, or maybe hobbit omegas were different.

“Doesn’t quite do that, more like prolongs the not having it, if that makes sense?” you said and he nodded.

“Sorry again,” he said looking away.

“It’s fine Bilbo” you chuckled.

“Never met a human omega I’m assuming” you laid down.

“No I have not, hobbit omegas are, different,” he said and you nodded.

“Each race is different” you shrugged yawning.

“Goodnight Bilbo,” you said.

“Goodnight Y/n” he returned as you closed your eyes.

You awoke a little startled for some reason, you sat up, everyone else was sleeping. You held your head as it spun a little. You stood from your bedroll and went to the edge and sat so your feet dangled. It was still nighttime, you weren’t sure when you fell asleep. You sighed head still spinning slightly as you looked out to the forest. You froze though, two blue eyes on you. They shimmered in the shadows, you didn’t dare look away in case it pounced.

You wanted to alert someone but those eyes seemed familiar almost.

“You ok?” You jumped when Kili spoke, the eyes disappearing.

“Yeah, sorry if I woke you” you whispered shaking your head slightly.

“What did you see?” He asked sitting by you.

“Eyes” you muttered and he frowned glancing at the group.

“Seemed familiar almost” you shrugged as Kili only nodded.

“Why are you up?” You asked softly looking at him.

“Didn’t sleep in the first place” he said and you frowned.

“You all right?” You asked and he nodded.

“We wolves don’t need as much sleep as we get” he grinned and you chuckled softly.

“Course you don’t” you mumbled looking back to the forest. You wondered about them, their wolf side.

“You have questions,” he said nudging you gently.

“I’ll be intruding if I ask” you chuckled.

“I don’t mind” Kili shrugged making you shake your head.

“Curious about our wolves?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ask away,” he said leaning back a grin on his face.

“It’s ok, I don’t want Thorin to get mad for me intruding,” you said jokingly.

“He won’t” Kili whispered leaning back forward.

“Our secret?” He grinned making you shake your head with a smile.

Kili happily answered your questions, you spoke till dawn before everyone finally woke up and began to move again. It was nice to have someone to talk to, always alone in that little cottage, only seeing people at the markets, even then you had to keep a low profile, but here, almost felt like you could be yourself.

You had burning eyes on you again though, you glanced back seeing a stern-faced Thorin staring at you. You didn’t know what you had done, maybe he didn’t like you talking to Kili? Asking questions?

You didn’t know.

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ichoosechoasandbeingqueer · 2 years ago

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Gold Broken (part 2)

This is Day 10 of Fili whumptober!

Warnings: hurt fili, speak of whipping

Word count: 1756

Fili struggles with recovery and the realization that something needs to be done to stop his uncle.

Please refer to the warnings of this story. If you go past this point you are consenting to reading this content.

Fili sat in what was left of the great hall, surrounded by broken rubble and scorched walls. His long hair fell down around his face unbraided and unbeaded, acting like a barrier between his broken face and the stares of the few company members that sat around him. Empty blue eyes were on the bowl of stew before him as he thoughtlessly stirred the liquid, no desire to attempt to eat it. He knew food was scarce and his friends had done all they could to find something decent to give him, but he just couldn’t stomach it. Not with the was his back itched and ached under his bandages. It was a chilling reminder just what his uncle was capable of now he was drowned in his gold sickness.

It had been Dori, he had found out later, who had raced to his side and unchained him as the others fought off their king. Never had he been gladder of the older dwarf’s over-motherly behavior, allowing a terrified and disorientated Fili to cling onto him and seek sanctuary before he fell unconscious.

He had woken up on his stomach, Oin just finished wrapping him in old bandages and spare scraps of cloths and Dori tenderly cleaning away the streaks of crimson blood that had ran down his arms and sides. Ori was bustling around the room switching buckets of stained water with fresh, and he could hear Nori arguing quietly with someone in the distance. He was exhausted, frightened and in pain but the gentle hands and hushed voices cooing at him soothed him back into a dreamless slumber. He had stayed that way until the afternoon the next day.

The company had moved their makeshift camp from the front halls deeper in the mountain (and further away from Thorin, not that he ventured anywhere but the treasury and throne room nowadays) and now their blankets and packs littered the floor of the hall, Fili sat at the only unbroken table left in the room.

His back still ached and moving was near impossible on his own. He wanted to curl up into a ball amongst his thin furs and fade away into the shadows of the room, but it hurt too much to lay or stand, so there he sat at the furthest seat of the table, away from the light of the fire and away from his friends and family. He hadn’t seen Kili since his punishment, no doubt stuck with Bilbo and Balin trying to keep their King pacified as he forced the company to search for the Arkenstone. They were taking shifts now, though none of them would allow Fili to go anywhere near his uncle, even if he could move on his own.

Frustrated and guilty Fili eyed the slice of bread a few seats up from him. Perhaps if he couldn’t eat his stew, he could nibble on a slice? That’s would keep Oin satisfied that he was eating at least.

He grunted as he leaned against the table, his stiches pulling on the tender flesh of his back as he hauled himself up. Using the table for balance, the prince scrunched up his face in pain as he watched his feet, putting one in front of the other to reach the abandoned piece of dough. He bit down on his cheek as another bolt of pain shot through him and his knees buckled under his own weight. He hadn’t noticed he cried out until a pair of arms hooked themselves under his own and helped him back to his seat.

He tilted his head with a sniffle and froze. Dwalin looked down at him, concern burning in his bright blue eyes. Fili gasped out loud as he noticed the warrior’s new scar running across his nose and down his cheek, the raw pink skin surrounding it still enflamed and slightly bruised. Noting his stare and misinterpreting the princes reaction as fear, Dwalin quickly let him go and turned to retreat.

“Wait,” the blond croaked, speaking for the first time since the punishment. The warrior paused his movements, but didn’t turn around. He hung his head and crossed his arms across his chest. Fili didn’t realize he was crying until his shoulders began to shake.

“I’m sorry lad,” he blubbered over his words, “I’m so, so sorry. I should’ve denied him from the beginning, not waitin’ until you collapsed. I though after one strike… but he kept going… Mahal, this is all ma’ fault,”

Fili was silent as he looked over his mentor. He had never seen him like this before, so upset, so guilt ridden. Dwalin was a soldier and a warrior who made the tough decisions and had to live with the consequences no matter how they played out. It stirred a memory of the dwarf he had almost forgotten.

Fili had just returned from a hunting trip, empty handed and devastated. It was the first time he had been allowed to lead the expedition and a lapse in his judgment had cost them the hunt. The prince had tucked himself away in the stables to wallow in his own misery when Dwalin had found him. The old darrow had given him a kind smile, sat down next to him and rubbed soothing circles onto his back as he cried. He had said something to Fili that had changed the way he thought ever since.

“Today you made a mistake, yes, but it also means you made a choice,” the old darrow smiled down at him, his thick fingers rubbing his back in a soothing manner, “It is better to jump the fence and be chased by a bull then to sit on the fence and wonder. You made your choice and today it was wrong, but it means you may learn from it. It means the next choice will be better, be wiser, be smarter. If you had hesitated instead of giving your order you still wound have come home empty handed, but you would also not have the knowledge to move on,”

“But what if I keep making the wrong choices?” the young prince sniffled, his wide blue eyes searching his mentor to ease his mind.

“You wont Fili. I know you; I have watched you fight and fall and fight again stronger. Choices are like a storm, each thought and decision a drop of the rain. Over time you will learn all the valleys and creaks that they flood. If you camp in the floods path your camp will wash away, but you will know where to camp next time. If you remain in your place, stressing and stewing and not moving forwards, the river will only come again,”

Dwalin let out a sigh and wiped away the tear the rolled down Fili’s face, “Guilt will do you no good little one, you must build your next camp somewhere dry and not drown in regret,”

The prince didn’t know how he felt in the moment and had to ground himself with a deep breath. Dwalin had fought wars and battles the likes Fili could scarcely imagine and not once had he seen him wallow in his regrets. But here, now, the river was washing him away.

He wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. The entire situation was a mess.

“Can you pass the bread please Dwalin,” he opted to ask, skirting around the olephant in the room.

“Cause lad,” he nodded, taking the plate and placing it next to his bowl.

“Sit down with me?”

Dwalin watched him for a moment, making sure he had heard him right. Only when Fili cleared his throat and asked again did he make a move to comply.

“So uh,” the prince tested, nibbling on the bread with a wince, “who coped ya? I couldn’t really see what happened after the second whip,”

The warrior tilted his head, a sad look in his eyes, “The new scar? Thorin did it. I wouldn’t move after you collapsed. Called for Oin instead. Our King didn’t like that, said he wasn’t finished with you. I told him he could do it himself if he really wanted. Didn’t expect him to try an’ take the whip from me to actually do it,”

“He did that to you?”

“He ordered me to do that to you,” he reasoned back, “though I bloody shouldn’t have. I should have protected you from the beginning,”

“That would have meant going against your King, I understand,”

Dwalin shook his head. “He’s not my King. That shell sittn’ on our throne? That’s not Thorin. Not anymore. Not after-” he cut himself off. “Are you- are you scared of me Fili?”

For the first time in a while the prince found himself snorting with laughter, “Not in the slightest,”

“But-” he stared back in disbelief, “but I did this to you?”

“You also got that trying to save my ass,” he bit back, gesturing at his new facial wound and hissing when he lifted his arm to fast, “I’m more concerned about Kili. I haven’t seen him since, you know, and if Thorin tries to hurt him…”

“Ai, your brothers fine Fili,” the bulky warrior nodded, his eyes softening in understanding, “I saw him this morning. He’s tired, but so are the rest of us I suppose. Bofur’s already dropped with exhaustion and Nori’s taking every one of Ori’s shifts to try and keep him away from Thorin. Don’t know how much longer he’s gonna last. We’ve all been trying to keep him harmless but it getting harder,”

“I guess that leaves just one question. What do we do about Thorin?”

“That is the question isn’ it,” Dwalin nodded with a sigh.

“If Thorin does find the Arkenstone, it’s not going to get any better, is it?”

“No, I don’t it will,”

“Someone’s going to have to do something, won’t they?”

“Ai… someone,” the old darrow nodded, both knowing who that someone was. After all, only a King can replace a king.

“Dwalin?” the young prince asked after a moment of silence between the two, “I’m tired,”

The older didn’t reply. He simply scootched his body closer to him and let his head rest against his shoulder. Fili let out a yawn, his body relaxing in his mentor’s presence, and hummed in content as his eyelids fluttered shut. Food and pain now long forgotten, Fili let his mind turn off and his weary body take control.

“Thank you,” he mumbled out before he let himself drift to sleep.

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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CHAPTER XXVII

A Kili X OC fanfic

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Tw: Mentions/description of hand-to-hand combat, Fili gets his ass beaten, dragon sickness, Thorin being delusional. A little Bagginshield (I’m giving the fans what they want), but it’s hinted. False accusations.

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Fili and Raewyn fight and we finally see something of her strength as a ranger

A cold breeze hung in the air as Raewyn dangled her legs from the entrance of Erebor. She had helped the dwarves look for the Arkenstone out of pity eventually, but hours turned into days, which turned into sleepless nights. And unlike Thorin's loyal subjects, Raewyn knew when to stop. So far, she had slipped past their eyes unknowingly. And even if they had noticed her, they would not find her. Not yet, in any case. The rubble Smaug had caused had simultaneously created a stairway up the gates of the kingdom, allowing her to look over the skyline, that under any other circumstances would have been breathtaking.

Bilbo had obeyed Thorin's words and sought the halls well behaved, but Raewyn was having none of it. The mad king was steering his mindless followers and it angered her to the core. It was exactly what she had been warned for growing up; People who thought themselves to be above all others. Doing and going as they please, not minding the consequences. And the company had turned into a mere machine for him to work. Balin had already advised her to not face Thorin now, but she feared she might any time soon.

And so she said there, getting that fresh air she had been lacking for days. Laketown and its survivors still lay heavy on her mind as she did her best to refrain from grabbing any gold from the mountains of treasure.

She should just leave, she knew this. There was no more reason for her to stay. The dragon had been slain, the mountain had been reclaimed and Thorin became king. Yet, part of her pulled back. Dwarves lived under the will of their ruler, but not like this. She could not let them tire themselves just because their king had lost his mind. She had almost laughed upon realizing Thorin went mad in his first week of ruling, but she was aware that this was a serious matter. And most of the dwarves in there had become her friends. Or at least dear companions. She could not leave them up to their fate like that. Even if they were convinced it was the right way.

"Am I interrupting?" A voice suddenly asked, knocking Raewyn out of her thoughts.

She turned slightly in her seat, smirking upon seeing the person who had followed her up.

"For a moment I thought you were someone else." She admitted, nodding her head towards the empty space beside them.

"You were expecting my brother?" Fili smiled, accepting her offer as he sat down beside her.

"Yes." She answered honestly, no longer seeing reason to lie about it.

Fili chuckled in response, chucking a pebble towards the ruins in front of them.

"Sorry to disappoint."

"Don't be," The ranger shook off. "You are great company as well."

A short silence fell over the pair, both of them taking some time for themselves. Time to breathe, time to think. Yet, as Fili looked over the burned town on the lake, Raewyn looked at him in confusion, only now realizing he was no longer in the treasure room.

"Why are you here?" She asked bluntly, turning her head slightly. "Should you not be looking for your stupid stone?"

Fili sighed deeply, staring at his hands as he shook his head. He was bothered by something, and it did not take a genius to figure that out.

"Well, first of all, it is not a stupid stone," He tried to lighten his feelings, smiling only a little bit as he looked up at Raewyn. "The Arkenstone is the crown jewel of the king."

"Oh yes, do forgive me," She spoke, fake apology laced in her voice. "I forgot kings need to express their power and ego with objects and not with actions. Do continue."

The blonde laughed at her words, resting his arms behind him as he rested against them, taking a deep breath.

"I needed to get out of there," He confessed, the smile slowly disappearing from his face. "The room was driving me insane."

Raewyn hummed in understanding, repeating Fili's gesture as she too leaned against her arms. The dwarf who was earlier smiling, now appeared glum, a look so solemn she had begun to wonder if she had imagined his laugh earlier.

"Balin told me about dragon sickness before the journey," He finally mumbled, no longer looking at the Asha beside him.

He had been so worried since they reclaimed Erebor, but he could not rant about his problems to his uncle, for he was now driven mad. And he dared not bother his younger brother with it, scared he might worry for him than he worries for himself.

"Do you think it'll get to me too?"

Raewyn frowned at his words, a sympathetic look falling over her face.

"Of course not," She tried to reassure. "You are strong, Fili. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. And above all," She continued, shifting her weight onto one arm as she poked his chest with the other lightly. "You have a good heart. It cannot be poisoned by a dragon's spell, I am sure of it."

"Thank you," Fili whispered, before raising his voice again. "But words do not make fear go away."

"Well, you are not wrong," The ranger mumbled, looking back over the lake. "Do you know what? If you do go insane, I will personally hit you on the head to slam the sickness out of you."

"Does that work?" The dwarf asked, another tiny smile climbing onto his face.

"Has anyone ever tried it?" Raewyn shot back with a playful tone.

Fili shrugged at her, looking back towards the rubble they had both climbed. Raewyn followed his gaze, standing up as she saw the open wall.

"I'm going to take a walk through Erebor," She announced, stretching her back as she looked down at Fili. "Feel free to join me. Yesterday, I found an old library. I want to see if it has any good books."

"A library?" The dwarf repeated, standing up as well as he followed the ranger down the rubble. "I did not take you for a bookworm."

"Well," She sighed, jumping off of the giant boulders, sticking the landing perfectly. "You travel, and hunt, and fight. Sometimes, all you truly need is a good book to escape reality every once in a while."

She waited below as Fili busied himself with climbing down carefully, instead of leaping as Raewyn had done. "I never carry books when I'm travelling. Too much luggage."

The blonde got back on the floor safely, nodding in understanding. Raewyn merely smiled at him, already making her way through the halls. She had not walked through them that often yet, and she knew she was bound to get herself lost. But she had been waiting all day to return to that library. And Fili needed an escape from the treasure hoard. If anything was going to cure it, it was a dusty room that smelled of old parchment and dull wood.

"It is here in these halls," A silent call echoed through the halls, gaining the attention of the pair. "I know it."

"Thorin," Raewyn mumbled, looking towards Fili, who once again appeared grief-stricken.

Understanding his quiet conflict, she turned around, following the sound as she gestured for Fili to follow her.

"We have searched and searched-" A second voice spoke up, louder than before, signaling that the two were getting closer.

"Not well enough!" Thorin boomed.

Around the corner, a golden glow illuminated the walls, making the dwarf sigh deeply. Raewyn halted upon the sound, facing him.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to." He interrupted, a steadfast look on his face.

The ranger took a deep breath, nodding at him in reassurance as they rounded a corner. The pair found themselves a floor above the throne room, where Thorin, Dwalin, Balin, and Bilbo had gathered. Both Fili and Raewyn were looking directly at their backs, so - thankfully - their presence would go unnoticed.

"Thorin, we all would see the stone returned." Dwalin tried to persuade, a gentle layer on his voice. One that sounded so foreign to the Asha.

"And yet, it is still not found!" The king raged, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Do you doubt the loyalty of anyone here?" Balin asked. In response, Thorin turns around to face the three. As if a sudden alarm went off, Raewyn took a step back, pulling Fili with her as they stood in the shadows.

"The Arkenstone is the birthright of our people." The older dwarf went on.

Thorin's eyes wandered over the room, until they strayed towards the balcony, only a mere inches from where Raewyn and Fili had stood earlier. The ranger held her breath as the dwarf took a second step back, not taking his chances.

Before Raewyn could follow Fili's steps, Thorin's eyes fell on her, making her stop in her movements. She stared right back at him, not knowing whether to argue with him or to run with Fili. Yet, as he kept looking at her, she began to doubt if he had even seen her. She had seen him staring off into empty spaces before. He could not have seen her, she was safely hidden.

"Mark my words," Thorin seethed, his eyes still on Raewyn, though he spoke to the company in front of him. "It is the Asha. She is up to something."

"You cannot say that. The lass has been nothing but helpful." Balin defended, calling Thorin's attention to him, much the ranger's relief.

"Is that so?" Thorin taunted. "How often have you seen her these past days? How often has she threatened me? For what reason does she remain here? Is the dragon not slain?!" He turned around in anger, marching up towards the throne, though he did not sit down upon it.

"She has it. She is hiding it!"

"Th-Thorin," Bilbo stuttered, shaking his head wildly. "Raewyn would have no use for it. She does not care for kingdoms, nor possessions."

"She has taken it to taunt me." The dwarf shook off, ignoring Bilbo's words. "To torture me for taking my heirloom from me. It is the King's Jewel. Am I not the king?!"

His company shrunk under his shouts, backing away slightly.

"Find the Asha," Thorin raged, walking up towards Dwalin and Balin. "Bring her to me."

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"You need to get out." Fili spoke as he and Raewyn rushed through the halls, having suspected Thorin might check out the balconies. Even more after his - possible unconscious - eye contact with the Asha.

"For what? I haven't taken anything." Raewyn argued calmly, far more laid-back than Fili, whose heart was raging at the moment.

"It won't matter to him," Fili anxiously explained, looking through the halls to make sure no one was meeting them. "He will find some form of punishment for you, guilty or not."

"Of course, he will," The Asha agreed, following the nearly running dwarf. "But it was about time we had a good conversation."

"I do not think he will want to talk to you," The blonde ranted on, marching down the stairs. "I think you'd go straight to your sentence."

"Do you think I actually meant to have a conversation with him?" Raewyn laughed silently, nearly angering Fili at her surprisingly laid-back demeanor. "We won't sit down and calmly discuss this matter. He will lose his mind even more than now and I will lash out."

That made the prince halt in his steps, stopping halfway through the stairs, looking up at Raewyn, who raised her eyebrows at his sudden stop.

"If you know this will happen, why confront him?" He whispered harshly, pointing towards the woman.

"Someone needs to knock some sense into him." Raewyn merely shrugged, walking past Fili.

"He is the king now," The dwarf tried to convince, running after the ranger, grabbing her sleeves as he pulled her back. "He will have the upper hand!"

"Are you saying you think your uncle could win from me?" She wondered, almost cornering Fili.

"I am saying he will not show you mercy." He answered nonetheless.

"Good," Raewyn nodded, prying her sleeve from Fili's hands, before rounding the corner, heading straight for the throne room. "That makes two of us."

"Raewyn!" A second voice called, followed by a shorter figure running up to the pair. "You need to go to Laketown!"

"Bilbo," She sighed inwardly, slowing her pace.

"He has lost his mind. He thinks you stole the Arkenstone!" He hissed, trying to step in front of the Asha to stop her, but every time she simply seemed to walk past him.

"I know. Spare your energy, Fili already tried to convince me to run," She spoke to him. "It won't work."

"Raewyn, I don't know what he will do!" Bilbo went on, once again, standing in front of her, more firmly this time.

With a roll of her eyes, Raewyn grabbed his sides, lifting him from the floor in one go, before setting him down beside Fili, resuming her path. Bilbo remained silent at the sight, but quickly caught up with reality again.

"Ho- how do you even know about what he-"

"I am a ranger, Bilbo. I know how to be silent." The Asha interrupted.

"But you don't know when to stop." Fili mumbled, before grabbing both shoulders of the ranger, yanking her back. Caging her between his arms, Raewyn struggled in his arms, trying to push him off.

"I will kick you, Fili." She warned.

"You won't." He replied. With those words, she took a sharp kick backward, hitting his shin rather harshly, causing him to let go of her.

"A little help?" Fili asked, looking at Bilbo, who only took a step back, not knowing what to do.

The dwarf groaned at the hobbit's movements. Raewyn had now taken a quicker pace, one that alarmed him. Without a second thought, he ran at her, tackling her to the floor as he did his best to not throw her too hard.

"You kicked me." He stated, almost wounded.

"I warned you." The Asha shot back, turning around so she was laying on her back, giving her another opportunity to kick. Fili was quick to realize it, and placed his shin across her legs, forcing them down.

"You cannot go to Thorin." The dwarf commanded, dodging a punch she was throwing towards his face.

"That is my choice to make," She hissed. "Don't be difficult."

Lashing her arm out again, she hit her elbow against Fili's face, making him falter his hold on her momentarily. In an attempt to escape, she punched between his shoulder blades quickly, causing him to inhale deeply, the air knocked out of his lungs suddenly.

In his moment of weakness, she pushed him off of her, scrambling back up, brushing her shirt down.

Coughing the air back in his lungs violently, the dwarf rose to his feet as well, launching himself at the ranger again. Her back roughly collided with the wall as she groaned in objection. Though Fili was slightly shorter than her, he was strong nonetheless, and Raewyn found it to be quite difficult to run from his hold. His hands were pushed against her shoulder blades tightly, forcing her back.

After finding out pushing back against him would not work, and she slowly began to run out of breath, she jumped up suddenly. Her legs swiftly wrapped around his waist, taking the dwarf by surprise as he turned around in shock. Now being faced the other way, she fell back down, grabbing his left arm. Turning around quickly, she separated her legs for a better stance. Tightening her grip on his arm, she threw him over his shoulder swiftly, making Bilbo wince at the sight.

When she prepared to walk off again, Fili's hand grabbed her leg tightly. A sharp hiss slipped past her lips as she turned around in objection. Though the leg had been healed by Tauriel, it was still fairly sensitive. She was sure Fili did not know. Otherwise, he would have never grabbed it.

"What if he banishes you?" He asked pleadingly, looking up at the Asha.

"That is my problem, not yours." She simply stated, leaning down to get Fili's hands off.

"It is mine. Because if you leave, Kili leaves," He spoke, his eyes now looking directly into hers, having been at eye level once more. "Thorin will never let me run after him."

Those words made Raewyn hesitate slightly, retreating her hand from Fili's, looking down at him in sympathy.

"I know he is getting older as well, and he has the whole world for himself," He confessed, slowly letting go of Raewyn's leg. "But he's still my little brother."

The ranger frowned slightly, taking a deep breath inwards as she allowed adrenaline to fade from her system. With one final look, she offered Fili her hand, taking a single step back. With a slight smile, he accepted her hand. With a strong nudge, she pulled the dwarf off the floor, dusting off his shoulders.

"I cannot run from Thorin forever." She stated, breathing heavily from their fight only seconds earlier.

"No, but we can stall," Fili explained, flattening his hair, his breathing heavy as well. "Perhaps the stone will be found tomorrow, and you would already be punished."

Placing his hand on her shoulder hesitantly, he gave her a sincere look, a hopeless smile on his face. "His madness will fade, I am sure of it. Don't confront him while he is so up in his anger."

Raewyn only nodded, looking into the throne room briefly.

"Two days," She decided. "I will stay in that library for two days. It has a tiny window, I will know when the sun has set."

"It's good enough," Fili commented, uttering a sigh of relief. "I will bring you some food every morning."

"And Kili?" Raewyn added nearly immediately after.

"Would you go missing - and his nephew, Thorin would know something is going on." The dwarf insisted. "Best to avoid more suspicion."

Raewyn knew he was right. If she were to hide for two days, it would be best to not pull anyone in there with her. Just to avoid more problems.

"Will you at least tell him?" She tried.

"Of course." He nodded, patting her shoulder for the last time before uttering a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Fili." The ranger spoke, taking a step back from the throne room, inhaling deeply as she prepared herself to walk towards the space she had found a mere day prior.

"No," The dwarf denied, shaking his head lightly. "Thank you."

——

"I do not think it would be difficult to hide in here." Bilbo expressed as Raewyn opened the doors to the dusty, yet breathtaking library.

"Nor do I," The ranger. "But I do wish someone would knock some sense into Thorin."

"As do I." Bilbo sighed as he sat down on one of the benches Raewyn had cleaned the same morning.

Seeing her friend's defeated look, she sat down beside him, rubbing his knee in comfort.

"You have conflicted feelings about him, or am I wrong?" She mused, a slight smirk on her face.

Bilbo seemed taken aback by her words, coughing in embarrassment as his face grew a faint blush, one that happened often when he felt uncomfortable.

"I- I do not. I worry for him." He explained, but Raewyn only raised her eyebrows at his speech, forming her lips in a thin line. A low hum escaped from her throat as she nodded her head slowly.

"Yes, you do."

"You are an absolute heathen." The hobbit mumbled, looking down at his lap.

"Don't worry. I won't tell." She promised, her eyes lingering on his coat.

Before Bilbo could move, or notice her look, her hand shot towards the fabric, pulling the Arkenstone from the pocket within.

"Nor will I tell about this."

"Raewyn!" He yelped in surprise. "I, I am sorry. I was going to tell them-"

"Don't," She pressed, handing the gem back to him. "I'd rather they think I have it than you. You are wise to keep it from Oakenshield."

Bilbo sighed in guilt, storing the stone back into his coat pocket.

"Balin explained to me Thorin suffers from dragon sickness." He confessed, having understood that hiding the Arkenstone might have actually been the smartest option.

Raewyn nodded at him, though she already had her suspicions about the mad king.

"It was doomed to happen eventually," She addressed. "History always manages to repeat itself. And you will not understand it until you see it for yourself."

"Life is cruel," The hobbit complained, throwing his legs over each other on the bench. "The past should stay in the past, do you not think so?"

"Not always," The ranger objected, looking at Bilbo as his eyes ran back to her. "Not all history is evil."

As he usually did, he looked at Raewyn with newfound interest, silently urging her to continue. She found him doing it often when she was speaking, and she would have nearly laughed, had it not been such a serious subject.

"My father had this habit of squeezing my hand three times," She began, squeezing her hand together subconsciously. "He did it with my mother when they were still young. He never was good with words, but it was his way of letting her know he loved her."

Shaking her head slightly, she adjusted her seat, pushing herself up on her hands. "I never understood why he didn't just tell her. You never do, until it happens to yourself."

Bilbo smiled at her words, standing up from his seat as he walked through the room.

"Okay, maybe not all history is evil." He announced, empathizing the 'all'.

From the window, something caught his attention. With a frown, he climbed on top of a smaller chair, possibly used for young dwarflings when Erebor was still flourishing. As he pushed himself up, Raewyn approached him, curiosity overtaking her.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Is that Bard?" Bilbo countered, pointing towards the approaching horse in the distance.

Raewyn squinted her eyes at the sight, trying to get a better look.

"It is." She whispered. "What is he doing here?"

Her head immediately shot towards the hidden spot above the gates of Erebor, her feet already carrying her to the door.

"Don't go out there!" Bilbo warned. "They will see you."

The ranger smiled at him, opening the door as she gestured for the hobbit to go first.

"No, they won't."

——

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Letters From Amad pt.2

After about five months of not knowing how to continue it, i have finished part 2!! There will be a third part, not nearly as long, and i already have most of it written, so it should be out a lot sooner lol. BUT, i hope you enjoy it, and thanks for putting up with me lol.

-Part 1

-Words: 4,898

-Warnings: blizzard/storm, injury, hypothermia, some swearing

-Tags: @grunid, @elvish-sky, @sassyscribbler, @whore4fictionalhoes11, @smaugs-guardian, @bitter-sweet-farmgirl, @jotink78, @marvel-ous-hobbit, @anjhope1, (if i forgot you, im sorry, i have trouble keeping track sometimes)

It was moments like this that reflected Thorin’s terrible decision making. In actuality, his decision to not put anymore lives at risk was very wise. But still, it was Fili who was out there. And Kili. And since Thorin would not send a search party out, it was time to take matters into your own hands.

First things first, you went back to your chambers and put on your warmest, fluffiest, most wind-resistant coat. Rabbit fur covered the insides (the hides were hunted and tanned by Fili, a courting gift to you), and thick leather made up the outside, keeping the cold out and the warmth in. Next, you pulled on your winter boots (you had actually just had them made last week, and there were three little pockets perfect for concealing knives in), as well as a hat, gloves, and a scarf, all knitted by Ori, his way to show gratitude after your help in the libraries. You then proceeded to gather up some salted meat and cram, walk down to the entrance of the mountain, and enter the stables.

You choose a faithful companion to keep you company, namely, Daisy. The Mare had a thick wooly mane, and an extreme proclivity towards sweets. This was not to be your first venture with the pony, and now you knew better to bring him anywhere within five leagues of a bakery. You had not been amused when he had eaten an entire box of pastries meant for you and the scholars, though Kili and Fili had thought it to be the most hilarious of stories. However, despite his tendency to devour pastries, Daisy was reliable and resilient, and you hardly rode any other steed.

Several stableboys tried to dissuade you from leaving in the storm, but you brushed off their remarks as you tacked up Daisy. Thankfully, they didn’t try to block your path as you left, though they did warn you to be careful. You weren’t too concerned, for the storm had grown tamer in the day, and the frost was not biting your face. Yet, that is.

You reached Dale in about an hour. It took much longer than expected, with Daisy being nearly up to his belly in the fallen snow. Dale was practically devoid of men and women, most of them having the brains to stay inside during the storm. The only exceptions were some watchmen and one or two passersby.

“Oi, it’s a bit too cold for a morning ride lady, have you lost all sense?” A guard asked as you were leaving the gate on the other side of town.

“No my good fellow, I'm just looking for my friends. Have you seen two dwarrow come this way?”

“Can’t say that I have, but Maurice said he saw a pair last night, a few hours before the snow started.”

“Did Maurice mention where they were headed?”

“To the caravan, where else? It’s about fifteen miles from here, I would guess. You’re not considering going out there, are you?”

“I’m afraid that I must. Good day to you sir,”

“And a very cold day to you, lassie. Best of travels.”

“And to you as well.”

You quickly left and mentally cursed yourself for wishing him best of travels in return. He wasn’t traveling, you idiot!

The embarrassment faded as the wind began to pick up. The blizzard was steadily getting thicker, the puffy snowflakes turning more compact and icy. The city of Dale had long disappeared behind you in the snow, and you could only hope you were headed in the right direction.

However adventurous and bold it sounds, riding bare-back on a pony in the middle of a freezing cold snow storm was not at all an easy task. Your scarf had been moved to cover most of your face, and your hood was tied tightly ‘round your head, yet the flakes still stung your flesh. You were definitely starting to rethink your whole “making sure the brothers were alright in a storm idea.” Especially since it was pointless to look for them in between the caravan and Dale, as you couldn’t even see ten feet in front of you. Your goal now was to simply make it to the caravan without frostbite.

Around noon, you tried eating a bit of the bread you had packed, only to find it frozen. As well as the cheese. And the dried meat. It wouldn’t do good to gnaw on it either, as that would just make your innards cold as well, so you just went with your stomach protesting.

It was starting to get quite dark when you finally saw what seemed to be a glow in the distance. As you drew closer, it grew apparent that it was the caravan, and you sighed in great relief.

The dwarrow on watch were very suspicious. Of course, once you explained your purpose, they grew less so.

“I come from Erebor, in search of the Princes. Prince Fili and Kili left last night with the intention to travel here, have they arrived?”

The guards started to look a bit nervous.

“No my lady, no one’s seen anything of them.”

Your heart dropped to your feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Aye, the whole group would have known.”

You might’ve cried, but your eyes felt nearly frozen. You turned your pony, with full intent to head back out into the blizzard and look for your love, when one of the watchdwarrow stopped you.

“You’ll freeze out there my lady, as will your pony. Stay and get warm.”

“Aye lass” another said, “Besides, if the Prince’s are out there, her Lady Dís should be informed.”

Ah, that’s right. Dís.

One of the guards led Daisy off to get warm with other animals, while the other led you to Her Ladyship’s tent. He announced your presence, awaited approval, and then lifted the flap of the tent, beckoning you inside before letting it fall behind you.

Dís was a truly stunning Dwarrow, even for her age, with long black raven hair and a beard to match. Some strands were turning silver, much like Thorin’s, and her blue eyes were more piercing than an orc’s. She looked incredibly confused when you walked into her tent.

“Good Mahal lass, what the hell were you doing out in that storm? You must be senseless.” She said, looking up from a book she had been reading and furrowing her brows.

“I was looking for the Prince’s. I should introduce myself, my name is (Y/N).”

Dís’s eyes widened and she stood, showing off quite an impressive height.

“Why would you be looking for my sons out in this storm, (Y/N)?”

“They… Fili left a note this morning, he and Kili were coming to the caravan to see you. The watchdwarrow said they hadn’t arrived.”

The Dwarrowdams jaw went slack for a moment, and then she cursed, banging her hand on a small table that held a bottle of whiskey.

“Foolish boys! Have they no sense? I was to be seeing them in only a few more days, but they could not wait, could they? Och, the beasts!” Dís continued her rant for a while longer, before she turned her gaze back on you.

“And you journeyed out here in the storm?”

“Aye. I could not rest well knowing that they were out in this foul weather. I will be going to head back out to look for them as soon as I’ve warmed up a bit,” you replied, very conscious of the Mother’s piercing stare. She was quiet, until she breathed a worried sigh.

“It’s no use to search out in this weather, lass. Especially at night. Rest here with me, we’ll go searching first thing on the morrow. I must talk with the guards for now, make yourself comfortable, I will return soon.”

And, just like that, Dís left the tent. Her talk was brief, and left you standing dumb in the center of the tent. For some time, you debated on whether or not to go out searching anyways, but the fire was surely inviting, and something in you knew Dís wouldn’t take kindly to you leaving against her wishes.

Your travel bag, heavy and frozen from being exposed to the elements for so long, left your shoulders as you set it down by the entrance. Next came your gloves, and then the outer coat, snow and ice caked on it making your fingers fumble whilst trying to unbutton it. Eventually, it joined your bag, as well as your boots (if you had thought the coat was difficult to get off, the frozen buckles on your boots were torture). After you had stripped the burdensome clothing off, you simply stood in the center of the room, close to the fire. There were blankets nearby, piled near a bedroll, but you dared not touch them, seeing as they belonged to Dís. It was rather awkward, simply sitting in a stranger's (of sorts) quarters, and weren’t sure what to do.

Your eyes did some exploring for you, falling first on the book that Dís had been reading. ‘The Heart of Hrund’. Huh. You recognized the title, from the Great Library, but you knew very little about it. You’d have to read it now. Your eyes then fell to the whiskey bottle. ‘Breaker’s’. Ah. Memories you shared with Kili at the beginning of the journey returned, however hazed they were due to your drunken state. Strong stuff, Breaker’s was. Bofur managed to get his hands on a few bottles from a merchant, and you and Kili had stolen one from him, much to Thorin’s disappointment and Fili’s annoyance (he was upset to be left out of the fun). Your eyes then drifted to a leather-fitted box, beautiful khuzdul runes and designs etched into it, however, before you could get a closer look, footsteps crunched through the snow outside the tent.

Dís and a young dwarrow entered, carrying stew, bread, and a plethora of blankets and pillows.

“Mahal,” Dís started, placing the tray of food down on the little table and grabbing a quilt from the other dwarrow, “Have you just been sitting here freezing? You could have taken a blanket, you know.” She said, wrapping the quilt around your shoulders and moving you to sit down.

“I, er, I didn't want to be rude.” You replied, now sitting cross-legged on the floor. Dís screwed her face at you.

“Lass, it is never considered rude to take a blanket in the cold. Only exception is if someone is already using it.”

You didn’t reply, feeling very uncomfortable social-wise, despite finally starting to warm up physically. Dís grabbed the rest of the supplies from the other dwarrow and nodded at him to leave. As he left the tent, Dís set the other blankets down and started making a bedspace for you near the fire.

“I can help with that,” you said, starting to get up to help.

“Nonsense lass, you get yourself warm.” Dis stood and grabbed the food tray once more. “However, I do request that you eat.” she set the tray down in front of you, and you thanked her, feeling a bit guilty as you started on the stew.

“Uh, have you eaten yet, My Lady?”

Dís scoffed, resuming her work on your bed roll. “Don’t call me that child, call me Amad. I can hardly stand to be addressed in that way by servants, let alone my sons One. But yes, I’ve had my fill.”

Her words shocked you, having only ever heard Fili refer to you as his One. You hardly expected Dís to accept you as Fili’s lover, let alone his One.

“Alright.” You replied, once more feeling dumb and without anything to contribute. So you sat in silence, trying hard not to slurp and watching Dís make up your bed. Eventually, She moved up and away, surveying her work.

“Thank you, that was very kind.” you said. Dís sighed and nodded, sitting down on the other side of the fire. You were quiet once more, and were now re-considering going out to search for Fili and Kili, if only to avoid the discomfort of the situation.

“I hope you are only not talking because of the storm. I expected a much more chatty lass, if i’m being honest.” Dís remarked, eyeing you carefully.

Panic flashed through your eyes as you tried to think of something to say, but Dís let out a soft chuckle before you could make a fool of yourself.

“I’m only joking, child. You needn't be nervous here. Tell me, how was your journey from the mountain to here?”

“Cold,” You blurted out, shuddering as you imagined the wind biting your face. Dís smiled at your bluntness.

“Indeed, I imagine it would be, especially if you’ve been out all day. Tell me, was there any sign of them as you came over?”

You shook your head. “Unfortunately no, I could hardly see past my nose once the snow grew thicker.”

“I swear, those boys will be the death of me,” she muttered.

“Just be glad you weren’t Thorin trying to deal with all three of us,” you said without thinking. Dís locked eyes with you, and then started chuckling.

“I do not envy him, based on what I've read of you three. It seems that you made it your entire purpose to create trouble for my brother dear.”

“Well, we tried to. For the first half of the journey, at least. He was much more willing to withstand our meddling before we crossed the Misty Mountains. Then came the orcs, and goblins, and Mirkwood, Laketown, the dragon… and the battle too.” Your face had fallen whilst you spoke, and Dis reached out her hand to comfort you.

“You mustn't dwell on the hardships of the past, child. It does nothing but cause trouble for the mind. Believe me, I know.”

At that moment, Dís seemed to age very quickly, and the wisdom and experience that this dwarrowdam had became clearer. You knew her story well-enough, from nights Fili had needed to find comfort in you, telling you about his childhood and family. Dís had wed Víli Heptifilissøn, and twelve years after Kili had been born, he had fallen ill from the Black Lung*, and had spent months growing weaker and weaker until he perished. Fili was able to remember the wretched coughing, and his Adad’s ragged breaths, as clearly as the day it happened. It was the reason he refused to go deep into coal mines, or else made up excuses. If those memories still hung onto Fili, you could only imagine how horrible it must have been for Dís, who had to watch her husband suffer such a death. Looking at her now, you never felt more in awe of a single person.

“You speak truly, my Lady-”

She looked at you sharply, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“-I mean, Amad.”

That satisfied her, and she relaxed her hand away. “I do indeed, child. Never has a lie crossed my lips. Except when I told Thorin that he had a mighty spider in his beard.” You chuckled at that, but it quickly turned to a yawn. Dís raised a brow.

“It’s time for sleep then,” she commented, “I’ll leave you in peace to finish eating, and then it’s straight to bed.” Dís stood and went back to her chair, and resumed her book, leaving you to scoop that last of the stew in your mouth. It was not long before you were warm and cozy in your makeshift bed, and Dís bid you goodnight before blowing out the lanterns.

You woke to shouting. In your groggy state, you couldn’t make out the words, and you blinked in the dim light of the fire.

“What new madness arises?” You heard Dís murmur, followed by the sounds of her fumbling about. The shouting grew nearer. “Are you awake, (Y/N)?”

“Only partly,” you replied, trying to untangle the covers from your legs. You shuddered as the extra warmth left, but hurried to your feet, only stumbling slightly. The noise was becoming considerably louder, and your ears could start to make out the words being yelled.

“Get a healer, lads!”

“He looks frozen stiff!”

“SHOVE OFF! WHERE IS AMAD?” Kili’s furious shout snapped you into alertness. At that moment, Dís was able to find a lantern, and finally the tent’s interior was more visible. The flap in front of the tent lifted, and Kili stumbled in, hair frozen with bits of ice and face bright red. With horror, you realized he was supporting another dwarf who was barely conscious. Fili.

You jumped to your feet and rushed towards your betrothed, supporting his other side and lifting his head. Fili’s lips were tinged blue, and his teeth were chattering bitterly, clacking together in a terrible rhythm. Dís was there not a second after you, and she helped guide you all to lay Fili down in the space you had slept just moments before.

“Strip him down,” Dís commanded, starting to work on his boots. You followed her orders without hesitation, helping Kili with Fee’s coat. It didn’t take too long for the three of you to undress him to his underclothes, and you winced when you saw his shoulder looked… definitely not normal. Dís pressed on it gently, and Fili made a weak groan that twisted at your heart.

“He fell off his pony,” Kili said.

“Of course he did. Kili, fetch a healer.” The younger prince sprang up, filled with energy even after being out in a blizzard for nearly an entire day. But he was hardly at the entrance when a grizzled old dwarrow entered, a satchel in hand and a hard look set in his features.

‘‘Hanarr,” Dís welcomed, nodding her head. The old dwarf grunted in acknowledgement before kneeling down by Fili’s shoulder, feeling along the bone. He grunted once more, before looking up at Kili.

“Hold down right here lad,” Hanarr instructed, moving Kili’s hands to rest on Fili’s other shoulder and chest. “Right, hold it firm.”

Hanarr outstretched Fili’s other arm, and began to move it towards his head. A click sounded, and Fili called out, however weakly. His shoulder looked back to normal again, and Hanarr quickly folded his arm against his chest, before searching through his medical pack and pulling out a sling.

“Sit him up, lad.” the healer instructed Kili. He propped Fili up against his side, and this time, Fili held his own head up, his gaze landing on you. Confusion flitted across his nearly-frostbitten features, and he mumbled your name despite of his state.

But Hanarr was upon him again, and soon the sling was fastened to his arm, and the Healer was moving his legs so that they were tucked against his chest. He addressed Kili once more, “Get rid of yer tunic, and stay close to yer brother” and then turned towards you, “do the same, but mind his shoulder lassie.” Without hesitation, you followed his command and soon Fili was sandwiched between yourself and Kili. Dís (with the permission of Hanarr), wrapped several blankets around the three of you, and soon set to work on making some tea. Hanarr presented her with a root of ginger, and, after seeing that all that could be done was done, decided to take his leave.

“He should be fine in a few hours, I'll come back to check on him soon. Keep him awake.” were his final words before departing.

The silence that followed his departure was intense, interrupted only by the sound of the fire, the kettle, and a knife. Dís was the first to speak.

“I would have your hides, if I was not so glad to see you again.” She said in a low voice as she shredded the ginger.

“I’m sorry Amad,” Kili said, eyeing the movement of his Amad’s knife, “Patience has never been my strong suit.” Beside you, Fili shifted and rested his forehead against your temple.

“Indeed not,” Dís replied, her voice heating like the water she was boiling, “How did you convince your brother to join you in this endeavor?” Fili moved again, this time nuzzling his face into your neck and hair, his nose startlingly cold.

“Who said it was my idea?” Kili argued. However, Dís turned her glare on him, and He flushed and murmured, “he wanted to see you too, it didn’t take much to convince him.”

“(Y/N)” Fili said, drawing the attention away from arguing. “ ‘m tired.” He let his head rest heavy against your shoulder, and you (reluctantly) moved him away.

“You must wait to sleep, Kidhuzel,” You said, bringing your hand up to brush his hair away from his face. He opened his eyes wider, in sheer betrayal. You could have smiled, knowing Fili’s tendency to become unreasonably cross when denied sleep, but instead you kissed his cheek.

“Your Amad is making tea for you, and when you drink it, you’ll warm right up.” The blond prince’s eyes dropped once more and he tried moving back to the crook of your neck, only to be refused a second time.

“ I’d prefer Ale,” He muttered bitterly. At this, you did allow yourself to smile.

“Not a chance. Your heart might stop.” He grumbled and detached his uninjured arm from Kili, taking your hand and squeezing it with what feeble strength that had returned to his veins.

“It won’ stop as long as you’re ‘ere.”

Kili snorted, but was silenced as Dís sent him another glare, and you laughed softly, shaking your head and squeezing his hand back.

“If it worked that way, then I would gladly give you the finest Ale, however, I do believe tea would be a better option.”

When the tea was ready, you helped Fili to drink it. At first, the prince had winced at the heat, but soon he drank it gladly, becoming more alive with each sip. You sensed Dís watching you and Fili carefully, but brushed it off, telling yourself she was only concerned for Fili, not observing how you interacted. A small part of you that wouldn’t be silenced said it was both. Soon the mug was empty, and it had apparently helped Fili along much more than you anticipated, and soon he had detached himself completely from his brother and was pulling you closer.

“Careful of your shoulder,” you reminded him.

“ ‘s fine.” He replied, pressing flush against you. His skin had already warmed, thus proving the hardiness and hot blood of dwarrow. Kili scooted away, seeing that he was no longer needed, readjusted the furs covering yourself and his brother, and pulled his tunic back on. Dís immediately walked over and threw another fur across his shoulders, and pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned just as tightly. You averted your eyes when Kili started to sniff and tremble.

“I missed you,” he said.

“And I as well, inùdoy” Mother and son stayed in once another’s embrace, until she drew away and made him drink his fill of ginger tea as well.

A half hour later, you were struggling to keep Fili’s eyes open, and Kili had already crashed on Dís’s bedroll. The dwarrowdam herself grew impatient for Hanarr’s return, and had gone out searching for him. She reentered the tent with him not ten minutes later, and Hanarr (as grumpy and irritable as he was, he was an excellent healer), inspected Fili. Truly, your prince was proof that dwarves were nothing more than portable furnaces, and his temperature was more or less back to normal. He still was a bit out of it, but it was nothing a good night’s sleep wouldn’t fix. Soon Hanarr declared that it was safe for Fili to sleep, and almost immediately, the blond sank into your bedroll and began to snore.

Diís left after Hanarr, telling you to rest and call her if need be. You didn’t question where she was going, and she did not share it with you.

However tired and exhausted you were, sleep would not come. You sat in front of the fire for hours, feeding it and stoking it, keeping your mind entertained with the images dancing in the flames.

You had just finished adding another log to the fire, when a hand lightly gripped your wrist.

“Ghivashel” Fili said faintly. Your head turned towards him, and you smiled despite all things; for while Fili’s face was still red, his hair undone, and his eyes bleary, he was alive and conscious.

“Khuzd allakhul” you scolded, bending down to lean your forehead against his, “What sort of prince are you, to go out in the snow and frighten your lover?” You kissed his lips softly before drawing away just enough to wait for his answer.

“A very foolish prince indeed,” He murmured, his hand on your wrist pulling you back towards him. “But what sort of lover are you, to worry so greatly and come after me in the snow?”

“A very devoted lover, who has half a mind to leave now that you’ve insulted my care of you.” Fili’s eyes widened and he summoned his strength to pull you down, nestled in his side.

“Forgive me, I was not thinking of insulting you, amrâlimê. I just don’t want to see you suffer for my sake. Menu Tessu.” He said, turning his head to press a kiss to your temple. The beads on his mustache braids still felt frozen, but his lips were warm. You smiled and took his hand, entwining your fingers together.

“All is forgiven. So long as you won’t do anything as stupid as that ever again.” you replied. Fili sighed and kissed the side of your mouth.

“I shall try my very hardest not to.”

“That isn’t very reassuring.”

“Then you must forgive me once more, for I cannot make such bold promises whilst Kili remains my brother.”

You both chuckled at this, before settling into comfortable silence. Slowly, your eyes began to drop, the crackling of the fire and the steady rhythm of Fili’s breath making it harder and harder to evade sleep. The fact that the lion prince had begun to rub circles into your shoulder with his thumb wasn’t helping. After the third time you startled yourself awake, Fili’s voice was near your ear.

“You can sleep now, Amralime. I won’t be going anywhere.”

His words were nothing short of a spell, and in less than a minute, your eyes closed and sleep overtook you, a comforting, dreamless sleep, the best kind.

When next you woke, indeed, Fili was still right next to you, awake, but only just. He was blinking the sleep away, and you suspected that his movements had been what had woken yourself. Cold winter light was shining through the tent flaps, cutting like a blade through the warm glow that filled the inside, and a conversation was taking place.

“We left in the wee hours, m’lady, just before dawn. You can imagine the state Thorin was in when he heard that the entire future of Erebor was out in the snow.” The voice of Dwalin more than successfully brought you to awakeness, and you sat up, looking around for the source of his voice.

“Indeed, I imagine he would be weathering the floors with pacing. I expect we’ll be leaving soon, no?” Now Dís spoke, and by this point, you and Fili had turned behind you to see the pair talking over mugs of mulled wine. Kili was also there, however, he was still dreaming on Dís’s previous sleeping roll, limbs sprawled out wide and mouth hung open almost comically.

“Aye, as soon as these three are dressed and ready.” Dwalin said, turning his gaze onto you and Fili, brow raised and the slightest of smiles on his warrior face. “What a lot of worry you and your brother had us in,” he continued, addressing Fili specifically, “I swear to Mahal, you’ve no idea what sort of panic you caused. Course, when yeh come back with your shoulder like that, everyone’ll be doting on yeh. ‘The poor heir who got caught in a blizzard trying to see his Amad’, not ‘the fucking idiot who didn’t have any patience and went out in the night despite knowing there was a storm brewin’.” But all while saying this, there was humor and relief in the warrior's voice, betraying how glad he felt that the boys were not frozen under three feet of ice and snow.

“Both versions are correct,” Fili pointed out, his voice still croaky from sleep.

“Aye, but only the first version will get told.” Dwalin replied, to which you laughed. He turned his focus to you now. “Don’t think you’re innocent lass, Thorin nearly had a heart-attack when we couldn’t find you. Both the heirs missin’ was bad enough, but the lady who’ll be adding to the heirs disappearing made it all worse.”

“Och, Dwalin, she had a noble cause to come out in the snow, you needn’t blame her for anything.” Dís said, coming to your aid.

“Was our cause not noble and justified?” Kili’s voice piped up. The Prince's eyes were hardly opened, but he was more than ready to defend himself from accusations.

“Not when you were to be seeing me in less than a week. If I was able to refrain myself from going out into a blizzard in the late hours, you should have been able to as well.” Dís retorted. A sour expression crossed Kili’s face, but he dared not argue with his Amad.

“Right then,” Dwalin said, “Get yourselves up an’ ready, we’ve not much daylight left to get back to Erebor.”

*Black Lung: Coal miner’s pneumonia.

Kidhuzel: Gold of Gold

Inùdoy: Son

Ghivashel: Treasure of Treasures

Khuzd allakhul: Stupid Dwarf

Menu Tessu: You mean everything to me

(part three will be out soon)

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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 3 years ago

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Hey hey! First, congrats!! ❤️❤️ Just met you so I'm one of them \0/

For your prompts, I absolutely love the 17!! Would love to see you making something for it 👀

Thank you so much @stardryad-random for both the prompt and joining the blog! 😊 I hope you enjoy this little take on the quest.

Please enjoy "Bilbo teaches goblins the game of golf". (I knew my useless knowledge from college golf would come in handy one day...) Feel free to use the link to read and comment on AO3.

Do You Play Golf, King of the Goblins?

Rating: T

Warnings: N/A

Words: 2632

As soon as Bofur noticed the blue glow of Bilbo’s blade, everything fell to pieces…literally. The best he could do was curl into a ball as he fell through the twists and turns of their trap before landing on Bombur’s stomach. Bilbo gasped as they were preyed upon by goblins. Being small and easily overlooked, he had tried to escape, but these goblins weren’t fools. No, pushed into the middle of the circle by his companions, Bilbo could only tremble in despair, his teeth set on edge by their awful song. They were searched and relieved of their weapons, and Bilbo found him watching his little sword being added to the pile with great longing for the comfort it brought him.

The Goblin King (he had yet to introduce himself, it was quite rude) demanded to know their purpose, and Bofur started to tell a story in such circles, Bilbo found himself getting dizzy. Of course, it wasn’t like the environment was helping on that front either.

“If they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk! Bring up the mangler, bring up the bone-breaker. We’ll start with the youngest.”

At this, the grotesque goblin pointed one of his large sausage-like fingers directly in Bilbo’s face. Bilbo felt his jaw drop as the surrounding goblins seemed to leer at him. Now, through an in depth conversation with Fili and Kili, Bilbo learned that in number of years, he was the youngest. But the goblin seemed to be under the impression that he was a young dwarfling, and his next words cast out any shadow of doubt on that front.

“This whelp hasn’t even grown in a beard yet! How long before he’s screaming for him dam!”

Dori took half a step protectively in front of Bilbo at the same time he felt Dwalin’s large hand come down on his shoulder. However, Bilbo also felt the spindly fingers of the goblins ghosting the sleeve of his jacket, and a cry broke free before he could stop it. He needed to get a grip. He couldn’t fall apart right here even when the fear of what they would do to him seemed to be trying to physically claw its way out of his chest. He shut his eyes as tight as he could, begging with the Valar to be back in Bag End where it was warm and safe, when a voice spoke up in protest.

“Wait!”

Silence fell upon the underground hive as Thorin Oakenshield stepped first in front of Bilbo before moving towards the Goblin King. Bilbo could only watch in awe and confusion. What was he doing?

“Well, well, well.” The goblin mocked. “Look who we have here! Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror! King Under the Mountain. Oh! But I’m forgetting you don’t have a mountain, so you’re not a king, which makes you…nobody really.”

Bilbo found himself aching for Thorin. His relationship with the dwarf thus far had been…complicated to put it kindly. He seemed to relish in pointing out his annoyance with the hobbit or how useless he was at what were deemed ‘simple tasks’. Then, there were moments like in Rivendell, where he opened up to Bilbo about life in Erebor and how he had mistaken fireflies for stars as they watched the same little bugs light up the balcony before Gandalf and Elrond interrupted. Or just before they started their climb into the Mistys where Bilbo had been complaining about his walking stick leaving splinters in his hand, and Thorin stayed up to sand it down when he thought Bilbo had been sleeping. Now, he was stepping into Bilbo’s defense once again, after having just dismissed him as never belonging. Bilbo wished the dwarf would just make up his mind, and quit yanking Bilbo’s heart around. Of course, that was completely his own fault. He was the one who fell hard for a pair of blue eyes and sad, proud voice that seemed to have been carved from the very mountain itself.

“I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head.” The goblin threatened softly, freezing Bilbo’s very soul. “Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours. A pale orc astride a white warg.”

“Azog the Defiler,” Thorin spat. “Was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago!”

“So you think his defiling days are done, do you?” The king taunted. “Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize.”

It was as the smaller goblin wheeled away on his little contraption, that Bilbo found he could take no more. He may not be a great warrior, but he had already proven once before, his proficiency with words. Having not but a vague idea of a plan, he could only hope that goblins had as long of memories as hobbits.

“No! Stop!” He demanded stepping quickly before any dwarven hands could grab him.

Thorin hissed through his teeth as he attempted to latch onto Bilbo’s arm, but the hobbit danced away standing alone before the monstrous king.

“And what do you want?” The goblin growled, narrowing his eyes.

Bilbo felt his breath catch in his throat, as his mouth opened and closed a few times before a whisper of a voice escaped him.

“Do you play?”

“What was that?”

“I’m…asking…do you play golf, oh Mighty King of the Goblins?”

“Golf? What is that?” He asked suspiciously.

All eyes were on Bilbo and he could hear the grumbles of confusion from his companions. Please Yavanna, don’t let them be thick enough to try to stop him this time like with the trolls.

“It’s quite the popular sport back where I’m from, out west.” Bilbo continued, slowly finding his confidence. “You take a…oh! Pardon me, my good sir.”

He took a wooden club from the slackened hands of a nearby goblin, too stunned by Bilbo’s stunt to do much to stop him. Merely squawk in surprise at his audacity.

“You take a club, just like this.” He demonstrated getting in a proper stance and started swinging. “Now a lot of folk tend to think that you need to have a lot of strength yourself to generate power for the swing. But truthfully, it’s all in getting your wrists to roll back so the club hits the target square.”

The Goblin King, who seemed so perplexed by Bilbo’s stalling tactic, was actually starting to copy him. So Bilbo took the opportunity for what it was.

“No, no, no.” He corrected gently. “You want a loose grip. Too tight, and you’ll crank it right.”

“Just what is this?!” The king demanded. “You dare make a fool of me, little dwarf!”

“Not at all.” Bilbo answered as innocently as he dared. “And I’m afraid I’m not a dwarf.”

The goblin blinked at him, and Bilbo knew he was going to have to play this delicately or everything would go to shit very quickly.

“Do you know why we named the game golf, Your Odiousness? It was actually named for one of your own…a Golfimbul if I recall correctly.”

Collectively, the entire hive shrieked and took several steps back from Bilbo. The king himself was nearly cowering against his throne.

“TOOK! YOU ALLOWED A TOOK IN MY MOUNTAIN!”

“Direct descendant of Bullroarer, himself!” Bilbo declared, hands on his hips hoping to instill as much fear as possible even as he lied through his teeth.

“NO!” The king cried aghast.

Well, this was working out better than he thought. He pretended to be surveying the horde of goblins when he caught Thorin’s slack-jawed incredulous look. He couldn’t help himself, giving the dwarf a little wink.

“Now!” Bilbo declared when he faced the Goblin King once more. “You are going to release me and my companions or you will regret it indeed. For us hobbits are getting a little bored of golf, and I’m sure my people would be very encouraged should I decide to invent a new game for us.”

For the first time, it was completely silent. All stood in waited breath, save Thorin who was discreetly passing weapons back to the company under the goblins’ very noses. Then, as if the suspense became too much, one of the goblins rushed Bilbo. Almost instinctively, he swung the club like he had just shown moments ago, and the goblin cried out as he flew off the ledge and into the inky darkness of the depths below. Bilbo felt his face drain of color as a morbid sort of fascination seized him. Maybe there was something to that story after all.

“SEIZE THEM!” The king roared. “SLASH THEM! KILL THEM ALL!”

Bilbo cried out as what he hoped was merely leather bit deep into his back. A second hit brought him to his knees. Before he could even consider fighting back, the king’s monstrous paw had him around the neck, nearly wrapping around Bilbo’s form completely. As it was, his arms were pinned as he was lifted in the air, unable to take in a single breath. He squinted, blood roaring in his ears, as the goblin shook him like a limp doll.

“As for you, Took. I’ll crush you with my very hands. None will ever think to mention your shameful game again.”

Bilbo felt the pressure against his throat increase, and then…blissful nothingness as a bright white light overtook him. If this was what dying felt like, it wasn’t so bad. Bilbo had assumed it would be less fuzzy and the burning in his body would stop.

“Master Baggins. Get up, Hobbit.”

A voice was calling for him. It sounded so far away, but so lovely. He could listen to it forever.

“Master Baggins…BILBO!”

Everything clicked back into place as Bilbo opened his eyes to Thorin’s determined yet crazed stare. His body convulsed in his coughing, and it didn’t seem it was possible to get enough air in his lungs. Thorin hauled him up into a seated position anyways, with a hand on his back.

“Get up, Bilbo. We must go. Now!”

Bilbo shook his head, tears in his eyes, but Thorin wasn’t about to accept this. Bilbo found his sword had been placed back in his numb fingers, and he was leaning heavily on the dwarf as he pulled him effortlessly to his feet. Then they were running. It all was mostly a blur for Bilbo as he somehow felt faint, nauseous, and sore all at the same time. When Thorin had to release him to slice through some goblins, there was always someone to take Bilbo for him. Whether that was him being scooped in Dori’s arms or over Dwalin’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes. However, he was very aware that the dwarf king always stayed within touching distance for some odd yet completely acceptable reason.

At one point, Bilbo looked over to see Gandalf had found them! When the grey wizard appeared, he was uncertain, but thankful nonetheless. It was as he had been tossed back to Bombur this time that things went wrong. Bilbo felt himself get tackled right out of the dwarf’s arms, and then he was pinned to the wooden planks below, a rusty blade in his vision. His last wish? That he had been able to put up more of a fight. However, just before he could contemplate his ending any further, there was Thorin, Orcist embedded in the goblin’s chest as his hand yanked the blade out of Bilbo’s immediate danger.

“You. Don’t. Touch. Him.” The dwarf growled.

Maybe Bilbo really had died. Because the ferocity Thorin Oakenshield was displaying, for him, was almost too good to be true. Not wanting to be a burden anymore, Bilbo decided to get up on his own, and rolled himself over onto all fours. The only problem being there was no more walkway to roll out onto.

“BILBO!”

There was a sharp tug on his arm as Thorin latched onto his sleeve, but the stitching held for only a moment before he was plummeting through the dark. His last vision being Thorin’s heartbroken blue eyes.

***

He was gone. It had been minutes, what felt to be hours, since they escaped the caverns below the mountains. Yet, Thorin’s mind was fixed on the frightened face of the hobbit as he fell over the walkway. He had been too late. It didn’t matter that he had told the little hobbit he shouldn’t have come, warned Gandalf that he wouldn’t be responsible for his fate, because he was gone.

The clever hobbit with the silver tongue who convinced trolls he knew the best recipes for dwarf. Who instilled fear in an entire mountain full of goblins with nothing more than a few swings of a wooden club!

“Thorin, lad…” Balin’s soft voice carried to him as he became aware of his friend’s hand on his shoulder. “We can’t linger here. By night, these hills will be crawling with goblins.”

He was right. Thorin knew he was right. And yet…

“Bilbo Baggins…was a fine fellow.” Gandalf began solemnly.

Thorin spun around to yell at the wizard, only to see his head bowed and his face grave. In fact, the entire Company was either weeping openly or had their heads bowed in respect. Even Bofur had removed his hat. Thorin remained frozen even as something deep inside him rebelled at the idea of mourning the hobbit.

“A curious sort with a knack for trouble, Bilbo knew better than most the value of a good pipe and a comfortable armchair. Yet, it was his courage I shall remember most. The same courage that had him racing outside his door after a Company of dwarves simply because it was within his power to help. May you find peace in the afterlife, you dear, dear friend.”

There was nothing but silence. Silence and a gaping hole left by the most unexpected member of their group. And Thorin couldn’t help but blame himself.

“How could anyone find peace…with you lot carrying on?”

Thorin nearly gave himself whiplash at the speed he craned his neck around. Gasps and cheers were already filling the air at the sight of the hobbit leaning heavily against the cedar tree. He could barely stand, his sword dragged the ground, and his throat was already beginning to blue and purple. Yet, he was alive, blessedly alive.

“How?” Thorin breathed in awe.

Bilbo looked him straight in the eye as he rasped out the words Thorin would never forget for the rest of his life.

“I know you doubt me. I know you always have…”

Thorin took one step, then two, slowly approaching the hobbit as he became mesmerized by his words and the strength hidden behind those unassuming dark eyes.

“...But I will help you take it back if I can.”

Mere inches from him now, Thorin had the strongest desire to kiss him. Right there. And he probably would have followed through too, had it not been for the call of a warg on the hunt. However, even as they were tossed out of the frying pan and into the fire, he found he couldn’t let the hobbit go. Cradling his hand in his as they ran through the pines. He swore right then that they would make it through this, and when they did, he would make Erebor a home. A home fit for the bravest, smartest, most troublesome hobbit he had ever met. And then…there was Azog.

#bagginshield #follower event #99 problems but our love ain't one #let's face it #if there's a situation #bilbo is going to try to talk himself out of it first

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poedameronwifey · 11 months ago

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A true home(The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 12

Kate's Pov

We helped the dwarves down from the spit and out of the sacks. They got their stuff and weapons. I walked over to them.

"Is everyone okay? Sorry, we took forever."

Everyone nodded and I sighed with relief. We went back to the campsite and got our bags. I can't believe that happened. I knew it was going to, but it was still more scary than in the movies or books. At least everyone's okay. Once we had everything we went back to the troll statues. I noticed Thorin and Gandalf talking so I walked over to the girls, who were sitting near Fili and Kili. They noticed me and smiled.

"Well, that was an interesting night, right girls. Haven't had an all-nighter in a while." Lilith and I snickered at Renee's comment. I sat next to Lilith and leaned my head on her shoulder. I was so tired. Dealing with three trolls with the brain size of a nut is very exhausting. I'm beat. I looked over at the boys, specifically Fili.

I don't know why but I feel so drawn to him. I can't help but want to be near him all the time. He gets my heart racing and I just want him to hold me. To feel close to him. I know I can't allow myself to fall for him. He's a dwarf prince. I'm just me, a hobbit. What could I offer him? I sighed and looked away, hiding the tear that rolled down my face. Maybe this feeling will go away on its own. I could keep telling myself that but I know that it never will. Damn my heart for betraying me.

Third Pov

Gandalf explained that there should be a cave nearby that the trolls used during the day. They walked until they smelt something. It was so disgusting and inhumane. The girls were surprised they hadn't passed out from the smell. They walked until they stopped in front of the cave. The smell was so bad that they were tearing up. A few decided to stay out and keep watch while Thorin, Gandalf, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin and the girls went inside. The girls walked around looking for something that might interest them.

Renee went looking around for new weapons because she left hers back home on Earth. She walked to a wall that had bows but one caught her attention. She picked it up and examined it. The bow was decorated with golden designs, making it seem enchanted in a way. The quiver was made of leather with the same designs. It looked strong and the arrows were unlike anything she had ever seen. They had beautiful red feathers, soft to the touch and the ends were golden. She knew that this was her new weapon. She strapped it to her back and continued looking around. She looked at the swords and picked one. She unsheathed it and fell utterly in love. It was just her length with a beautiful black handle. She sheathed it and put it on her belt.

Meanwhile, Lilith found something. She picked up the axe she found and examined it. The design was extraordinary, it was double sided. It was a bit heavy at first but eventually, she was able to hold it without any problems. It was also the perfect length for her so she didn't need to worry about accidentally hurting herself. She found a holder near it and it fit perfectly. She strapped to her back and continued looking around. She found a set of throwing axes even though she already had one. She took them anyway. Can never be too careful.

Katherine had found some daggers, a lot actually. She found a few long blades and strapped them to her belt. She also found some green blades that she knew Lilith would like as well as a few pairs for Renee. She walked around and stopped when she saw something near the back of the cave. She walked towards it and realised it was a sword and picked it up. She unsheathed it. The handle was black with a wolf head at the bottom. The blade itself was solver but became black near the tip. She smiled as she looked it over once more. This was her sword now. She sheathed it and strapped it to her belt.

She walked back to the girls and they heard Thorin and Gandalf talking as they were looking at some swords while Nori, Gloin and Bofur were burying a chest of gold or as they liked to call it 'A long-term deposit'.

They saw something glittered near them and walked towards it. There laid three beautiful necklaces. A red heart, a blue butterfly and a green flower. Renee took the red red, Kate took the blue butterfly and Lilith took the green flower. They were absolutely beautiful. They put it on but as soon as they did, their eyes went white and they almost looked possessed.

They floated off the ground for a bit. The others were about to walk over to them but Gandalf stopped them. He felt so much power from them, especially from Renee. Finally, they fell on the ground. Bofur, Dwalin and Nori went to help them stand up. They looked at the girls with concern. Never had they seen something like that. The girls reassured them they were fine and walked to the entrance of the cave.

They sighed happily, taking in the fresh air and warm sun. They went to their packs and sat their weapons next to them. They then went over to Bilbo who was sitting on a huge rock. He smiled as he looked at them and made space for them on the rock where he was sitting.

"Hello, girls. Did you find anything interesting in the cave?"

They nodded and told him about what they found. Kate showed the daggers and long blades she had on her, Lilith showed him the throwing axes she found and Renee showed him her bow and arrows. Bilbo looked at them with such fascination. He was about to say something when he noticed the necklaces around their necks.

"Did you also find those in the cave?"

Kate nodded. "Yeah and the strangest thing happened. We were floating off the ground, we almost looked possessed. Or maybe we were. Anyway, we're fine. It was nothing serious, we promise Papa." The girls smiled at him, knowing that he was going to worry. He hugged his daughters before standing up and walking around. The girls went back to their bags and sat next to them. As they did, Fili and Kili came over to them, grinning like absolute idiots. Oh wait they are but so are we. The girls however are the top idiots of the group. Kili sat near Renee and Fili next to Kate. Both girls were trying not to die at that moment. Kate leaned her head on Fili's shoulder, making him wrap an arm around her. Renee and Lilith looked at each other, smirking at how obvious Kate was.

"I see you guys found some new weapons." Kili grinned at them. The girls showed them their new weapons. Fili, Kate and Lilith were walking about the weapons. Renee showed Kili her new bow and arrows. He examined them. He looked so focused. Renee could feel her heart beating out of her chest and turned away so that he wouldn't see her now red face. He gave it back to her with a smile.

"These should be perfect for you to use. Wanna practise?" Kili stood up and offered his hand. Renee took it and picked up her bow and arrows. They went a bit further into the forest. They found the perfect spot and Kili drew a target on one of the trees.

Renee got into position and was about to get one of her arrows when she felt hands on her hips, she turned and looked at Kili. He helped fix her position while Renee was trying not to blush. She notched an arrow and concentrated. She could feel Kili's breath on her neck and his hands on her hips. She was trying to keep it together but she was having a very hard time. Kili could see and smirked, feeling proud that he could make her feel this way. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

"Relax, It's just me. You're doing great. Now release."

She released and the arrow went in the centre of the target. She smiled and turned to her left, breath hitched when she realised how close Kili was. She had never been this close to a guy before. They continued to look into each other's eyes. It was as if they were the only two and everything just seemed to slow down. Kilis hands were on her hips, his breath on her neck as he looked into her eyes. Her knees almost gave out, but Kili just pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist to secure her. Her bow fell on the floor as she moved her hands to his chest. She knew what she felt for Kili but she was scared of the repercussions. He looked at her lips and leaned forward. It felt like something was pulling them together. They heard rustling in the trees and moved away from each other. Renee looked and saw Lilith looking at them with a smirk. She cleared her throat and Renee mumbled an apology before grabbing her bow and arrows. She glared at Lilith before walking to the others.

Kili was still trying to process what just happened. He almost kissed her. He knew he felt drawn to her but he didn't know why. He realised that he liked her. He turned towards the direction she walked off. Lilith came up to him, causing him to look at her.

"So did I interrupt your little moment? Don't worry Kili, she likes you. I know my sister like the back of my hand. She's just scared. Trust me, she will admit it to herself. Just give her some time. But do know that if you hurt her, I will ensure that you die a slow, painful death. She's been through a lot. Just be gentle with her please." She patted his shoulder before walking to join the others, him following behind her.

He thought about Lilith's words. He wanted to know what she meant. He knew that Renee wasn't going to tell him just yet. Or ever. He knew he had to be patient but that's not exactly his strong suit. He walked over to where Fili was standing. Everyone was talking amongst themselves but his gaze gravitated towards Renee. She was laughing at something Kate said. Her laugh was beautiful and her smile was absolutely breath taking. He couldn't help but smile at her.

Suddenly there was a sound, alerting everyone that something was coming their way. Everyone got out their weapons in case of an attack. Riding at full speed through the trees, Radagast the Brown is led by a rabbit-drawn sledge. He bursts through the woods, startling the Company.

"Thieves! Fire! Murder!"

Radagast had abruptly stopped, to a halt. The dwarves all had their weapons withdrawn. They looked to Gandalf for an explanation of this odd sight. The girls just watched on in amusement.

"Radagast! It's Radagast the Brown." Gandalf walked towards his fellow wizard.

"What on earth are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you, Gandalf. Something's wrong, something's terribly wrong."

"Yes?"

Radagast opened his mouth ready to speak, but then completely forgot what he had to say. He kept trying but no luck. The girls shook their heads while the dwarves just looked completely uncomfortable and confused.

"Just give me a minute. Oh, I've had a thought and now I've lost it. It was right there, on the tip of my tongue. Oh, it's not a thought at all. It's just a little" He opened his mouth and Gandalf pulled out a little insect," stick insect." Gandalf handed Radagast the insect. The dwarves looked completely disgusted, as did Bilbo. The girls were trying not to laugh.

Gandalf smoked on his pipe with a grave expression. He and Radagast had gone off several paces from the dwarves.

"The Greenwood is sick, Gandalf. A darkness has fallen over it. Nothing grows anymore, at least nothing good. The air is foul with decay. But worse are the webs."

"Webs? What do you mean?"

"Spiders, Gandalf. Giant ones. Some kind of spawn of Ungoliant, or I am not a wizard. I followed their trail. They came from Dol Guldur."

"Dol Guldur? But the old fortress is abandoned."

"No, Gandalf, Tis not."

"A dark power dwells in there, such as I have never felt before. It is the shadow of an ancient horror. One that can summon the spirits of the dead. I saw him, Gandalf, from out of the dark. A Necromancer has come." Radagast jumped up in fright of the awful memory.

"Sorry."

"Try a little old Toby. It will help settle your nerves." Gandalf cleaned off his pipe before giving it to Radagast who inhaled, becoming crossed eyes as he did. Gandalf looked at him, taking away the pipe.

"And out." Smoke came out of Radagast' s nose and ears. He looked a lot calmer now.

"Now, a Necromancer? Are you sure?"

Radagast pulled out a narrow cloth-wrapped package from his robes. Gandalf unties it and looks inside. Inside was a black dagger. He looked up, concerned. The girls could feel just how powerful and dark it was. They put their hands on their heads as they moaned in pain.

"That is not from the world of the living."

From the distance, wargs howled causing the dwarves to perk up in alarm. The girls looked at each other. They knew what was going to happen. They already had their bags and weapons. They just weren't too excited about running for their lives. They hate running but Karma's a bitch.

"Was that a wolf? Are there wolves out there?"

"Wolf? No, that is not a wolf."

From behind a nearby crag, a warg appeared. It leapt into the midst of the Company, savage and ferocious. Thorin buried his sword into its neck, killing it.

Another charged from behind. Kili and Renee drew an arrow, shooting down the beast. It attempted to pick itself back up, but Dwalin brought his hammer down upon it. The warg died with a whimper.

"Warg scouts! Which means an Orc pack is not far behind."

"Orc pack?"

"Who did you tell about your quest, beyond your kin?"

"No one."

"Who did you tell?"

"No one, I swear. What in Durin's name is going on?"

"You are being hunted!"

"We have to get out of here."

"We can't! We have no ponies, they've bolted! I'll draw them off."

"These are Gundabad Wargs, they will outrun you!"

The girls smirked, knowing what Radagast' s response would be.

"These are Rhosgobel rabbits! I'd like to see them try."

The girls were not ready but they had no choice. It was either run or stay and be killed, maybe even eaten. They made sure their laces were tied nice and tight and looked at each other. This was about to be the craziest thing they have done in a long time but what's life without a little risk? Lord please keep us in your prayers as we literally run for our lives.

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