#and bilbo wouldn't talk to him for the rest of the day

[margaret-the-duck]

Kili and Fili noticing how much Bilbo gets annoyed by being called the wrong name, so gradually the names get worse

"Mr Boggins, could you help me?"

"Mr Blobbins have you seen that?" "For the last time, it's Baggins"

"Look Mister Blubbers!" "Stop it Fili"

"Where is Mister Bubbles?"

"Guys I found Mr Blueberries." "You're not even trying anymore"

"What do you mean, Mr Bumblebee?"

Bonus:

Bilbo: "please Kili and Fili you can call me Bilbo"

Kili: "oh okay Beelord"

Fili: "If you thinks so Beano"

Bilbo: "Yavanna have mercy"

Bonus 2:

"Good morning Kidleaf, have you slept well?"

"Yes very well Uncle Beepboop"

"What do you want for breakfast Fungi?"

"Pancakes please, Uncle Bamboo"

[socksracoon10]

Being an Elf and falling in love with Thorin

Headcanons below the cut!

When Gandalf had first summoned you, it wasn't a very easy decision to make.

Being a Sindar elf yourself, the choice of having to derail from your own beliefs bruised your ego... especially since you were entrusted with overseeing Thorin and his company.

"My dear (Y/N)," Gandalf sighed, "I can not trust any other elf with such an arduous task. I know you are capable of setting aside your prejudices and aiding these dwarves."

"You saved my life once from the Uruk-hais. I am indebted to you for that, Gandalf. But I believe that this will be the one time I shall repay you for your kindness in this manner. Do not expect more from me." You muttered with a bitter tone.

"I do not plan on it." Gandalf reassured you.

When you first met the company under Bilbo's roof, there was silence. An eerie amount of silence.

The hobbit before you seemed enchanted by your presence.

You learned his name was Bilbo; he was the most sensible out of the bunch at the moment.

Your eyes traveled across the room and landed on Thorin, who had a nasty scowl on his face.

He wasn't expecting you to actually show up. He had hoped that for once that elvish pride would've saved him from having to face another individual of the same kind that had betrayed him years ago.

The silence continued, and you made your presence known. You were here to help the dwarves, nothing more and nothing less. You would accompany them to The Misty Mountains, but you would not step foot into their sacred lair. Not out of respect, but out of the sheer disgust you had for the dwarves.

Not even Eru could force you to enter their dwelling; it seemed as if death was the better option.

The journey there was not an easy one.

And Thorin didn't make it any easier.

He'd pass sly remarks every so often about you, try to demean you in front of everyone. He was constantly fighting a battle to ensure that you were beneath him in every aspect, despite being one of the most skilled elves to traverse Middle-Earth.

"Ah, it's best not to anger (Y/N), Thorin," Gandalf would quip from the background, wanting to ease the tension.

It did nothing.

There was an instance where you had left the group to gain more ground and a safer pathway for the dwarves through the forests.

Yeah, biggest mistake ever and Thorin wouldn't stop nagging you about it.

Those stupid trolls had gotten to them and Bilbo had managed to stall them long enough before Gandalf used the sunlight as a weapon.

"I left for one day... forgive me, I was merely trying to secure a safe path," You hissed at Thorin as he shoved past you.

"A safe path will only do if the company itself is safe first, elf," He spat, glancing over his shoulder. You so desperately wanted to spear your blade through his heart.

The rest of the trip resumed its unsteady silence. You glared at the other dwarves, not wishing to say anything to them. Occasionally, you'd offer a helping hand to Bilbo.

That didn't go unnoticed by Thorin. He didn't really like Bilbo as much, but compared to you? Bilbo was far better, and the stupid burglar was mingling with the wrong person.

However, his concerns of Bilbo shifted to his two nephews - Fili and Kili.

While they still harbored some resentment towards you for being a Sindar Elf, they were still young. They were naive, they did not experience that devastating day when Thranduil's forces abandoned Thorin's desperate cries for help.

And so what did they do?

They talked. Talked, and talked. Especially, Kili. Fili would add a joke once or twice, but if he ever caught Thorin's watchful eye, he'd gulp his words and nudge Kili to quit.

And then slowly, one by one... the dwarves were opening up to you.

Balin was more sympathetic, he was a very kind and wise dwarf. You actually enjoyed his presence.

Bofur was a bit reluctant to talk to you at first, but slowly came around. You noticed this when he asked you if you needed more food on your plate when you were dining in Rivendell. That was enough to tell you that perhaps there could be friendships between the dwarves and the elves.

You saved their asses a couple times, especially with the Goblins. Killed some orcs led by Azog. And then watched Azog brutally wound Thorin.

And then something switched in you. For a moment, you felt your breath hitch at the sight of him, dazed and unconscious. Something began to stir inside of you, and you couldn't place your finger on it. It almost felt... unworldly.

And that feeling continued... even when you ended up facing Thranduil, who was so puzzled at the fact that one of his own kind was helping those dwarves...

"I am repaying a debt that I owe to Gandalf," You explained, your head jutted up high into the air.

"What a terrible way to repay it, (Y/N)." Thranduil grimaced, "If you wanted an opportunity to keep yourself occupied, you could've turned to Legolas and he would've found you a wonderful position among my kingdom. We could use elves such as yourself, you know."

"Ah, but I could not say the same for you," You bit back, noticing the way his eyes widened at your audacity.

Word of your defiance quickly spread to the dwarves as the elves guarding them gossiped about it with such eager interest.

It fell onto Thorin's ears.

He almost thought they were lying to him. He couldn't believe it.

And as you passed Thorin's cell to enter your own, much farther away from the dwarves, you noticed something different about him.

He was smiling at you, a twinkle in his eyes. He seemed... proud? Ecstatic?

When the company and you had escaped via the barrels, you had almost hit a rock down the river. It was surreal to see the way Thorin's hands stretched out to warn you.

It seemed as if he cared.

You took a daring risk to climb off the barrel to kill some orcs, almost slipping across the branch in the process as you jumped back into your barrel.

"Be careful, elf!" Thorin cried out, "You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"And what does it matter to you?" You snapped, furrowing your brows.

He did not respond.

He did not need to.

Because you sort of knew the answer by the way he glanced back at you with a soft smile.

You mattered to him.

More than reclaiming the Mountains? The answer was obviously no.

But when you climbed up and watched him excitedly open the hidden entrance to the inside of the Lonely Mountains, his eyes flashed towards you for a split second.

As if he was waiting to see your reaction as well.

And when you gave in and smiled.

With or without the gold, the Arkenstone or the throne,

He felt as if he was the richest dwarf to ever live.

You mattered to him.

He mattered to you.

And thus began, the love between an elf and a dwarf.

[brainrotbabe24]

The Misread Braid: Part 2

Rating: fluff/angst

Relationship: filixreader

This is part 2...the first part was from an ask; I will link it at the bottom.

Author's note will be at the bottom as well... I don't want to spoil anything.

The next few days were the same. Fili canceled plans, worked late into the night, and ignored you. Ori and Nori, whom you had asked to deliver a letter to him, reported that he wouldn't accept it. Your heart ached, feeling certain that he was upset with you. The rest of the company was unusually quiet—there was no gossip, no tea, no whispers, and no one seemed willing to give you a straight answer.  Desperate for information, you decided to seek out Bilbo. You found him in his room, absorbed in a book. After he invited you in for tea, you got straight to the point.

"Bilbo, what's wrong with Fili?" you asked.

"Nice to see you too," Bilbo replied flatly, setting his book aside and putting the kettle on the stove.

"Why is he avoiding me?" you pressed.

"Oh, don't worry about him. Chamomile or green tea?" he asked, shifting the subject.

"Green, please," you said, then added, "But he keeps canceling plans."

"I'd give it some time, Y/N. He's just—oh, whoops, I spilled some water. Can you grab me a towel?" Bilbo said, trying to change the subject.

You stood up to fetch the towel and handed it to him. "He's just what?" you asked.

Bilbo glanced at you quickly before heading to the pantry for cookies. "He's just a little upset right now," he said.

"I know that already. Did I do something wrong?" you asked, feeling anxious.

"Oh no, Y/N," Bilbo said with a half-smile. "Fili wants you to be happy. He's actually happy about your courtship and—"

"Wait, courtship?" you interrupted.

"Yes…" Bilbo looked puzzled.

"What courtship?" you asked.

"The courtship with our friend?" Bilbo clarified.

"I'm not courting my friend! Why would you think that?"

"Your braid? Dwarves court by braiding each other's hair."

"Oh my god," you said, realization dawning. "My friend just braided my hair because I asked them to…not because I'm courting them."

"Really?" Bilbo asked, surprised. "Then why did you invite your friend?"

"Because I thought Fili was going to court me!" you explained.

"He was!" Bilbo exclaimed. Excitement filled the air as you both realized how this misunderstanding could be easily fixed. The gears turn in your head, and you know what to do.

"I gotta go," you yelled, dashing to the door before Bilbo could stop you.

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Racing through the halls toward Fili's room, you were bubbling with excitement. You hadn't realized braiding was part of their courting tradition, and you were eager to talk to Fili.  

Knocking at Fili's door, you heard him approach from the other side. When he opened it, you noticed his demeanor change immediately.

"Y/n," he said surprised

"Can I come in? I want to talk," you said, smiling 

"I-I'm pretty busy, Y/N." He raised a hand to the nape of his neck, clearly uncomfortable, and started to close the door to keep you from seeing inside.

"Please," you insisted 

"Y/n, I told you - 

"Fili, who is that?" a voice called from inside.

You froze, stunned, before pushing past him into the room. The scene that greeted you left you speechless—a disheveled room, clothes thrown about, and a half-naked dwarf lying in Fili's bed.

You turned to face Fili, finally noticing the details: his face was sweaty and red, his shirt untucked and half open, and his hair—there it was—a poorly done braid.

"What the fuck?" you demanded.

"Y/N, I can explain," he started, his voice laced with panic.

"What's going on? Fili, who is this?" the dwarf asked, beginning to gather their belongings.

"Get the fuck out!" you screamed, grabbing a shoe and flinging it at the intruder. They scrambled out the door, still in their undergarments.

"Bitch," you heard them mutter as they left.

Fili shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing with a deep red. "I—Y/N, it's not what it looks like."

"It's not?" you said, your anger rising. "Then what is it? Because it certainly looks like you've been getting close with someone else!"

"Oh, that's rich coming from you," he snapped.

"What does that mean" you growled out. 

"I saw you with your so-called friend. Congratulations on the courtship," he said bitterly. 

"I'm not courting my friend Fili," you screamed

He went silent.

"I'm not being courted," you said again, walking toward him.

"But I saw you two—"

"I didn't realize braiding was a courtship custom for dwarves," you said, tears starting to fall. "I asked them to braid my hair because I thought... I thought you were going to court me. I wanted to look beautiful that night just in case you asked," you added, your voice cracking.

Fili's eyes widened with realization. You undid your braid and handed him the ribbon. There was an eery silence as he looked down at the ribbon. You turned away, unable to look at him.

"Please, Y/N, let me explain," he begged. "I never meant to hurt you. I thought—"

His apology was met with your silent tears. Fili, overwhelmed, wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His voice was barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

Fili cupped your face and kissed you—kisses of desperation and regret. His lips trailed to your cheeks, kissing where your tears had fallen. You felt torn, wanting to kiss him back, to believe this was all a dream, a sick joke, but deep down, you knew it wasn't. You quickly pulled away.

"Y/N, please forgive me," he whispered, his hand gripping yours tightly.

His apology hung in the air as the silence between you grew. You glanced up at Fili one last time before walking away.

"Please," Fili shouted after you, but he knew the damage was done.

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Author note: I want to apologize...writing this made me cry. I will happily do a part 3 if anyone feels like their heart was being ripped out…cause mine was😭😭

I was listening to "People You Know" by Selena Gomez

First part:

[lonelyvermonster]

There, But Never Really Back

TW: Mentions of death and PTSD

While watching The Hobbit I began to think about what it must have been like for Bilbo after he returned home. The books and movies don't talk about the trauma. How much of bilbos life must have been different after the quest. The other hobbits talk about how reclusive he becomes in his later years, but I want to know more from bilbos side.

How terrifying it must have been for Bilbo the first night he slept in his own bed; finally safe again, only to awake screaming. Blood and fire and dead blue eyes haunting him. I wonder how many years it took Bilbo before he no longer carried Sting everywhere he went. How much longer still before he stopped needing to check to make sure that horrifying blue glow didn't come back. It may not have been present in the books or the movie, but Sting gained a permanent place next to Bilbo's bed.

It didn't take long for Bilbo to pull away from everyone else but it's only because how could he possibly expect them to understand. How could the innocent hobbits who have never known war and death be able to understand the haunted look in his eyes? How odd he must have seemed. The only Hobbit who wouldn't eat any stew at the gatherings and parties. The only Hobbit who shrunk away from hugs because being grabbed was no longer comforting.

Do you think the first time someone tried to pull him into a hug he was overtaken with fear, Thorin's name slipping from his lips?

Do you think Bilbo noticed the way people would stare at him? The Hobbit's may have noticed him pull away, but I don't think they noticed the rest. They may have heard about trolls and dragons, but they didn't know about the sickly little creature he found in that cave. They didn't know about the nights he would wake up frightened, eyes searching for the shadows for Gollum. His neighbors didn't notice how he froze up the first time he heard a little hobbitling ask for some "eggsies". He still spun the occasional riddle but there were some he never repeated again.

Then there is the protectiveness that often comes from the trauma of watching others die.

How odd it must have been for Merry and Pippin's parents to watch Bilbo fiercely defend them against those who disapproved of their pranks and yet in the next breath berate them for the danger they put themselves in. The first time the boys got hurt bilbo could barely stand to see them; the image of two young dwarves who he had loved like family all his mind could see.

God how much worse that must have been when Frodo came along.

Dark black curls and bright blue eyes. Just close enough to haunt him. When that little hobbitling came into his life, how much of his decision to take him in was because he looked like Thorin? How many nights did Bilbo peak his head into Frodo's room to reassure himself that Frodo was alive and breathing, rather than laying on a stone slab? He protected him the way he could not protect his dwarf. Yet he also never bought him a single piece of clothing that was blue.

He filled that hobbit hole with greens and yellows and browns. Never blue. That color was perhaps the deepest tie to the pain he carried. Blue fabric, blue eyes, blue light; all capable of spiraling him into a pit of hellish memories. There were days he could not even bear to go outside because even the blue of the sky was too much.

Because at the end of the day Gandalf was right.

Bilbo was not the same, and he never would be again.

[fantasyinallforms]

Okay this is a bit simple compared to some of the others, but I’d love if you would do:

“HA! Take that!”

Thank you for the prompt Sunny!! ❤️❤️ I had an absolute blast writing this! Bit of a long one! Prompt was given to me for the FotFics March Madness event!

Also on A03! https://archiveofourown.org/works/45878251

Bagginshield-Rating [T]

Title: Bet On A Kiss

It had been one thing after another. No time to rest, no time to recuperate. So when they finally learned they were safe in Beorn’s lands, it was like a stone had been lifted off Bilbo’s back. After the events of the goblin tunnels and their run-in with the pale Orc, the company needed time to rest. Thanks to the Eagles carrying them so far, they could afford to take a few weeks to lick their wounds. 

Beorn’s gardens felt like the closest thing to home since he left The Shire. Despite everything being twice his size, it was nice to lay among the flowers and just feel the sun on his face for a while. He had almost managed to drift off when two heavy-footed troublemakers lumbered through the grass. 

Bilbo decided not to open his eyes, hoping they would pass right along. Instead, he heard a body thump down next to him. 

“Kili, what are you doing!” Fili hissed 

“It looks comfortable! Better than all the rocks we’ve been forced to lay on so far this journey.” 

“Yes, but Uncle told us to find Bilbo!” 

“And find him we have Fee.” Kili sounded like he was already completely comfortable on his spot in the grass. The boy's conversation piqued Bilbo’s interest, but he still didn't open his eyes. What did Thorin need with him anyway? He would think saving the king's life would afford him some kind of reprieve. Then again, this was Thorin Oakenshied he was talking about. He heard Fili give an exasperated sigh as he laid down in the grass on the other side of Bilbo. 

“If Uncle asks, we can tell him that Bilbo was fast asleep, and we dared not wake him,” Fili whispered. Even if he didn't want to blow his cover by opening his eyes, Bilbo could envision the two armored lads lying among the wildflowers. It was nice that they were taking a moment for themselves. They were barely past their majority and had far too many struggles heaped onto their young shoulders. It made him wonder if Thorin had ever been as carefree and devious as his nephews. Sometimes, he could see that bit of Thorin in how Kili smiled or Fili’s eyes lit up. A smile really did illuminate all the features of the broody king's face. Bilbo dearly hoped it wouldn't be the last time he got to see it. He drifted off into a pleasant mid-day nap with the memory of Thorin smiling at him on Carrock dancing in his subconscious.  

Bilbo was woken up mid-dream about 30 minutes later by a pleasant sound saying some unpleasant things. 

“I sent you to find Bilbo, so imagine my disappointment when I see that instead of bringing him to me, you laid down next to him and took a nap!” Thorin’s voice was sharp and annoyed. Bilbo’s vision cleared from the fog of sleep to see him pacing in front of the boys giving them a thorough dressing down. He propped himself into a sitting position. He better at least try and step in before they got into any more trouble. 

“Leave them alone, Thorin. I refused to go with them and told them to lie down with me. So if you’re yelling at them, you might as well yell at me too.” Bilbo chirped from his spot in the grass. The boy's eyes went wide in shock and gratitude. 

“And what was the reason you refused to see me?” Thorin stalked over to where Bilbo was sitting, and he had to crane his neck to see him. Bilbo rolled his eyes and held his hands out, expectantly reaching toward Thorin. The dwarf king cocked an eye before taking his hands and pulling him effortlessly to his feet. Bilbo patted the loose grass and dirt off his pants before addressing Thorin again. 

“I didn't refuse to see you; I simply wanted a nap first. Now, what was so urgent that it couldn't have waited until lunch?” 

“I want you to start working with the princes to learn the basics of sword fighting.” Thorin crossed his arms and looked back at the boys, who looked equal parts excited and confused. 

“That’s what was so incredibly important that I couldn't be allowed to take a nap in the first safe place we’ve landed in since Rivendell!” Bilbo threw up his hands and walked off in the direction of the house, collecting Fili and Kili as he passed them. How was it that someone so incredibly clever and tactically minded could be so dense! The three of them spent most of the afternoon running through some combat basics and standard stances before Bilbo decided that that was enough for today and left to get some food. The boys stayed behind. 

**************

Fili and Kili sat under a small cluster of trees, eating some small finger sandwiches that Bilbo had brought out to them. When they finished those, they started sharpening their blades and, in Kilis's case, fashioning new arrows. 

“Why do you think Uncle tasked us with teaching Bilbo instead of just doing it himself?” Kili wondered out loud. 

“I don't know, could be several things, I guess. We’re closer to Bilbo than anyone else in the company other than maybe Bofur or Ori. It could be we’re the youngest out of the group and remember our early schooling the best. Or maybe he thought that if he had to teach Bilbo, they would be at each other’s throats less than an hour in.”  Fili snickered

“The look Uncle gets on his face every time Bilbo points a wagging finger at him. Last person I’ve ever seen make him able to look like that was amad!” Kili threw his head back in a laugh. “You know, that would make a good wager Fee” Fili knit his brow together, 

“What would?” 

“Uncle will probably stop by and watch us train for at least a little while tomorrow. If he sees us messing it up too much or not quite to his liking, he’s likely to just take over. So the wager is once he takes over, how long till Uncle pushes Bilbo over the edge and they are in an all-out spat.” Kili’s mischievous smile was infectious, and the more Fili mulled over the idea, the more fun it sounded.

“That's a wager I could get in on.”  Neither of them noticed Bofur, Nori, and Dwalin had been listing in on their little wager idea, and when Nori spoke, it made both boys jump. 

“Aye, put me down for 15 minutes before Thorin stomps off in a rage,” Dwalin said, flipping a coin into Kili’s hands. 

“I’ll do 20 min, and it’ll be Bilbo who huffs off.” Nori wagered. They all looked at Bofur, who looked deep in thought. 

“You putting anything in the pot, Bofur?” Fili asked. Bofur’s face broke into a cheshire smile as he handed his coin over. 

“My bet is that it takes them 15 minutes, BUT it won't end in a spat.” His response gained him a volley of blank stairs. “I can't be the only one who sees it? I think it’ll end with them snogging,” Bofur said proudly. The eyebrows of all dwarves currently in attendance shot up. They hadn’t thought of that, then they all doubled over, trying to keep from bursting out laughing. 

“Feel free to tell the rest of the company, but don't let Thorin or Bilbo catch wind! As soon as Uncle shows up, we’ll see if we can get him to take over the training!” Kili pocketed the money he had been given so far and went back to making arrows and brainstorming about the day to come. 

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Quiet and calm was not something that Thorin was typically very good at handling. They had been at Beorn’s for three days, and he was already restless. Thorin had enough downtime to find himself lost in his thoughts. Thoughts that he had, up until this point, tried not to focus on. Thoughts of Bilbo. What the hobbit had been willing to do for him caught him completely by surprise. It made the kindling that was his feelings for Bilbo up until this point catch fire. It also made him incredibly nervous. Yes, Bilbo had saved him, but he had charged into the battle completely unprepared and without any strategy. Without the quick thinking of his kin, it would have meant the death of both of them. If Bilbo was going to start throwing himself into potentially deadly situations, then he needed to learn how to fight, at the very least, the basics.

He had sent his nephews to find Bilbo for a reason. Beorn’s home and land weren't that extensive; it shouldn't have taken them more than 10 minutes to find him. Thorin had specifically sent them to look for him because he didn't want to find himself alone with the hobbit. He had already shown that his willpower was only so powerful with that hug on Carrock. He had meant only to press their foreheads together, but the overwhelming relief at seeing Bilbo whole and hale had hijacked his intentions. He hadn't expected Bilbo to fit so perfectly against him, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. 

He stalked through Beorn’s grounds until he finally saw what happened to his nephews. They had, in fact, found Bilbo. They flanked him, hands behind their heads, snoring lazily. Bilbo was lying on his side, curled in on himself. His features were soft, and he looked at peace. Thorin stood there momentarily, allowing himself to steal this moment of comfort they so infrequently got on the road before waking Fili and Kili. 

Thorin watched Bilbo walk away, practically dragging the boys behind him. Good, best, Bilbo thought he was a hard ass. It was safer for both of them that way. 

The next day after a few meetings on supplies with Beorn and Balin, Thorin found himself again with nothing to do. He sat on the front porch smoking a pipe and humming to himself until he got bored and decided to check in on how Bilbo’s training was coming along. 

The boys had set up around a clear space between 2 clusters of tall oak trees. They waved as he approved, then went back to their drills. Thorin sat on a stump nearby and relit his pipe to watch. At first, it looked like everything was going well. Bilbo had a good stance, and he was holding his sword correctly. He had divested himself of his jacket and blazer and was just wearing his thin linen shirt and trousers. Thorin stared a little too long at how Bilbo’s body was moving through the drills. He was paying close enough attention that he also noticed that his footwork was all over the place. He waited to hear the prince's corrections, but none came. In fact, Kili was patting Bilbo on the back and congratulating him!

“Make sure you’re watching his footwork!” Thorin shouted. Fili gave a thumbs up, and they went again. The same thing happened, and again, the same congratulations. Thorin grumbled under his breath as he tapped out the embers of his pipe before approaching. 

“You’re not watching his feet! If his footwork is that clumsy in battle, he’s as likely to trip and fall on his own sword as he is to kill an orc.” Thorin chastised. He turned to Bilbo. “Put down the sword and use this.” Thorin tossed a sparing stick at Bilbo’s feet. 

“Why can't we keep using a real blade?” Bilbo asked while picking up the stick. 

“Because we are not running drills. Footwork is the basis of all swordsmanship, and I intend to show you why. Ready yourself.” The moment he saw Bilbo take a stance with the sparing stick in hand, Thorin lunged. Bilbo held the stick out in front of him and parried the first attack but overcompensated. The second attack landed him on his back. 

“Dead. Again but this time, widen your feet.” Bilbo did, and Thorin lunged again, this time allowing Bilbo the opportunity to repost. Thorin stepped out of the way and thwacked Bilbo on the back of the leg sending him to the floor. 

“Dead. Again but this time, bend your knees. When you lunge for an attack, your feet should go with you. Don't overextend yourself, or you’re an easy target.” Bilbo picked himself off the floor and brushed the dust off his trousers. His face was now pulled back in a scowl. Bilbo didn't wait for him to attack first, but it made no difference. Thorin met the blow head-on, then tripped the small hobbit sending him to the floor once again. 

“Tripping me definitely felt like cheating. If I didn't know better, I would say you were just enjoying getting to toss me around.” Bilbo huffed as he picked himself off the ground again. Thorin tried not to blush at the double entendre. 

“There is no cheating in warfare if it keeps you alive.” Thorin said sternly, “Are you good to go again, or do you need to take a break?” 

“I bet you would love it if I wanted to take a break. The weak little hobbit couldn't go more than three short rounds in a spar with the king. Well, if beating on me makes you less of an ass for the next few days, then fine, let's give the audience a show.” Bilbo sounded more annoyed and pissed off than Thorin had heard him in a while. He also noticed they did indeed have more of an audience than he had realized. The entire company was standing around the perimeter of their sparing area watching with determination. 

“Fine, one more round.” Thorin lunged, and Bilbo parried the blow and backed up, waiting for Thorin to advance. When he did, Bilbo repeated the tactic. Curious where this was going, Thorin let Bilbo guide the match until finally, Bilbo had nowhere else to go, and Thorin had him backed into a tree.” 

“Always be aware of your surroundings, Burglar, Dea-!!!!” Bilbo balled his fist into the front of Thorin’s tunic and yanked him down as hard as he could, crashing their lips together. It was such an overwhelmingly lovely sensation that Thorin dropped his sparring sword and braced one hand on the tree behind them. The other hand was now firmly behind Bilbo’s head, pulling him into an even deeper kiss. He hadn't even fully registered what had happened. All he could think was how amazing Bilbo’s mouth felt, how he tasted like honey, and the pipeweed he liked so much. He was absolutely sure he never wanted to stop kissing this mouth ever again. When he was finally forced to come up for air, he was rewarded with Bilbo’s blushing kiss drunk face. 

“Dead,” Bilbo simpered. Thorin screwed up his face in confusion as he just barely registered the sparing stick Bilbo was holding to his side. Thorin pinned Bilbo’s hand above his head, causing him to squeak adorably and drop what he was holding. He brought his face as close to Bilbo’s as he could without their lips meeting. 

“Please tell me that kiss was not just a ploy to win the match,” Thorin whispered. He had not meant for it to come out as a plea. 

“No, but it helped.” Bilbo giggled. He closed the kiss once again, and Thorin dropped Bilbo’s hand so he could use it to run his fingers through his silky soft curls. Words of elation and disappointment could be heard from the crowd behind him. He heard Bofur shout. 

“HA! Take that! You shouldn't have doubted me! Put the money in the hat, boys!” and heard the unmistakable sound of coins being dropped on top of one another. Thorin didn't care; how could he with the feeling of a happily pliant Bilbo under him. Perhaps a few weeks of time to recuperate from their travels would be more pleasant than he thought.   

[poedameronwifey]

A true home(The hobbit Fanfic)

Chapter 18

Hey everyone. Sorry this is so late. Been busy celebrating also I know this is a bit late but Merry Christmas and a Happy New year to all. I hope you all had a fantastic Christmas. I know I did. we had Lunch at my house. Let's just say the tension was high. I got to spend the evening with my family and got a lot of money from my aunts. Shame my baby cousin wasn't there cause he was sick but its okay. I also got to spend time with my dads family. So that was amazing. I haven't seen in a long time. I hope everyone had an amazing time and enjoy this lost day if 2023. Because tomorrow is 2024. I'm not ready😅😥. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and again I'm sorry for being a bit late.  Anyway Onwards Readers.

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Third Pov

The girls were getting ready to meet the White Council. Gandalf explained to Thorin that it would be best if the girls went with him. He wasn't happy about that and neither was Bilbo, because they were their daughters and they feared what could happen. The girls reassured them and the rest of the company that they'd be fine and they would be with Gandalf and Lord Elrond. 

Fili was scared to be parted from his love but Kate reassured him that it wouldn't be forever and they would be reunited soon. He knew she was right but still didn't like it. The others didn't know of their relationship so they went to the fountain where they confessed their love for one another. They shared a passionate kiss, Fili putting all his love in the kiss so that Kate knew how much he loved her and she returned it with just as much love. He put his forehead to hers, whispering in Khuzdul that he loved her. When they parted and returned to the group, she gave him a reassuring smile. She hugged the others goodbye.

Meanwhile with Renee, she reassured the group that they would delay the council for as long as possible. She gave them a reassuring smile, knowing they were not happy about it. They had come to love the girls as their kin. Plus they were the babies of the group so they hated it even more. Kili wasn't happy about it. He hated that they would stay back. He wanted them with the group, he wanted Renee with him so that he could protect her and put his mind at ease, knowing she was safe by his side but he knew that this was the best option. Renee noticed that Kili was extremely quiet, which was very weird considering how much of a menace. She walked over to him and sat down next to him.

"Are you okay Kee?"

"I just wish there was another option, one where you all come with us but Gandalf's right. This is the best option."

"Hey, it's not forever. We'll be together soon. All of us. Besides you guys need us so much that you'd probably unintentionally insult someone if we weren't there to put you in your place. But I mean it, I won't let anything keep us apart. Not even death."

"You better. I can't lose you, Renee. Or Kate or Lili. Mainly because one is my family and the other will become my sister...hopefully. "

"Yea, they thought they were subtle. But I'm happy for them. Kate deserves to be happy."

"They do. I'm happy to call Kate my sister and Lili my cousin."

"And me? What am I to you?"

Kili looked Renee in her eyes. She looked so ethereal and beautiful. She had the most beautiful doe eyes he had ever seen. She looked almost innocent. He couldn't tell her, fear of rejection. He loved her. He put his hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb on her cheek with a soft smile.

"I don't think I can say just how important you are to me. It would take forever."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering something in Khuzdul that she didn't understand before walking away. She just stood there, not sure what to think. He kissed her. Could he- No he can't. He can't love her. He's a dwarf prince. It would never work. She watched him talking to Ori. She knew she had fallen for him. And she fell hard. She looked around for her sisters and saw Lilith standing next to her father. She felt her chest tighten. She wished her father was still here. She missed him so much. And her mother. She wanted her parents back.

Soon it was time for the girls to leave with Gandalf. Renee quickly hugged Kili with the reassurance that they would be together again soon. They walked behind him as they made their way to where Lord Elrond was waiting for them. They walked behind Gandalf and Lord Elrond as the two spoke. As they spoke they made their way to the meeting place of the White Council.

"With or without our help, these dwarves will march on the mountain. They're determined to reclaim their homeland. I do not believe Thorin Oakenshield feels that he is answerable to anyone. Nor, for that matter, am I."

"It is not me you must answer to."

There at the edge of the cliff stood the Lady of Light herself. Lady Galadriel had her back towards them, hair flowing down like golden waves of water. Her dress was so long it went down the stairs where she stood. She had a beautiful silver circle on her head, with patterns resembling roots intertwining with one another. She looked breath taking. The girls gaped at her beauty.

Lilith's Pov

Holy shit my great-grandma is hot as fuck. Now I know where I got my beauty from. Seriously though, she's gorgeous. I wanted to look away so I didn't seem creepy but I couldn't. I immediately snapped out of my trance and hit my sisters' sides, causing them to snap out of their trance and turn to glare at me. We turned our attention back to the others.

Lady Galadriel turned around and I noticed her circlet had blue gems on it, possibly sapphires. I looked at her face. She looked so young, no wrinkles or lines anywhere. You'd find it hard to believe she was 8,372 years old. She looked like she was in her late thirties. I wonder what the secret is. Gandalf finally spoke.

'Lady Galadriel."

"Mithrandir. It has been a long time."

"Age may have changed me but not so the Lady of Lórien."

Damn, dude's got moves. Lady G smiled at him and Grandpa just looked at him in amusement. Renee was chuckling at him while Kate was trying not to laugh.

"I had no idea lord Elrond had sent for you."

"He didn't."

"Hmm?"

"I did."

Gandalf closed his eyes as if he had just been caught stealing. I looked towards the sound of the voice and there stood the one person I've been wanting to give a piece of my mind to, Sauron's Cockwarmer aka Saurman the White. My sisters and I glared at him so hard that if looks could kill, he'd be dead 100 times. This man is a traitor and a coward. I hate him with everything I have. Gandalf turned towards him with a fake smile.

"Saurman"

"You've been busy of late, my friend."

He turned his attention to us.

"And who, pray tell, are they?"

I let Renee handle this because if I spoke I'd probably be in so much trouble with Kate and lose the remaining brain cells I have left.

"What are you fucking blind or something? We're ladies, the ones who are not afraid to insult you if you don't stop glaring at our wizard like that. The name's Renee, that's Kathrine but Kate will do and that's Lilith, Lord Elrond's granddaughter. Well I mean we're all his granddaughters because Lilith is our sister, Anyway that's done."

"Surely that's impossible. Lord Elrond's children have not married yet."

"Well obviously someone needs the birds and bees talk. His daughter Elenor, our mother, fell in love with a dwarf and she got pregnant and left through a magic cave. 9 months later, a baby girl was born, this one here. Any questions? No? Great. And before you ask, no Kate and I are not her biological daughters. She adopted us when we were 6. All caught up now? Now Lilith I know you want to rip him a new one so I'm going to let you get it out of your system here and now because you look ready to burst. Everyone else, just watch the drama unfold and can we get some snacks by any chance? I'm starving!"

I could see the steam coming out of her ears. Everyone just stared at her for a few minutes after a long minute or two and looked at me.

"Okay, first of all, It is lovely to meet an old friend of my Grandfather, Lady Galadriel. I hope that we can become well acquainted and I hope to hear your stories about my mother. Second of all, Reni, thank you."

I said while looking at Lady G and gave an evil smile. One that would rival the Grinch's.

"Now...You."

I said slowly turning to the little bitch- I mean Saurman the white with a calm smile on my face. I could see the fear shine in his eyes. I remember that Lady G can communicate telepathically.

Lady Galadriel?

Yes, child?

I need to show you what is going to happen in 60 years, we come from a world where Middle Earth is a novel. Anyway, there is The Hobbit, which takes place now and The Lord of The Rings, which takes place in 60 years. In short, Saurman turns his back on everything and goes to work with Sauron. He tries to get the ring so he can give it to his master and tries to kill Gandalf. The thing is we have reason to believe that he has been secretly working for him for a while now. Why else would he be against the Dwarves getting their rightful home back?

That is a lot to take in, child. But I believe you, myself, have been suspicious of him for a while now as well. What do you plan to do?

Oh, I plan to expose him.

Well then, your friend was right, we will be needing snacks.

"Tell me, Saurman, why don't you want my father and his people to have their home back? And don't give me 'It's not the right time' or 'It's too dangerous' shit because we both know that's not it.-"

"Excuse me, don't talk to me like that you little brat!-"

"And don't you fucking interrupt me you old sleaze bag!

I was so ready to expose him but then of course Kate just had to ruin all my fun. As usual.

"Lilith enough. I know you want to go off but please not now. And Renee, stop encouraging her. We are guests so behave yourself both of you. Let's just get this over and done with then you can go nuts. I promise."

I groaned but I knew if I didn't do as she said, I'd be in so much trouble. I glared at him before moving to where my sisters stood. Gandalf sat down and across from him sat Saurman. We decided to stand behind Gandalf while grandpa stood off to the side and Lady G walked around. Renee and I hated the fact that we had to wait to expose that fucking bastard.

"Tell me Gandalf, did you think these plans and schemes of yours would go unnoticed?"

"Unnoticed? No, I-I'm simply doing what I feel to be right."

"The dragon has long been on your mind."

"That is true, my lady. Smaug owes his allegiance to no one. But if he should side with the enemy, a dragon could be used to terrible effect."

"What enemy? Gandalf the enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength."

"Gandalf, for 400 years, we have lived in peace, a hard-won, watchful peace."

"Are we? Are we at peace? Trolls have come down from the mountains. They are raiding villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked on the road."

"Hardly a prelude to war."

"Always you must meddle, looking for trouble where none exists."

"Hey. You better watch it. I don't care who the fuck you are but no one disrespects our wizard."

"Renee enough."

Renee looked ready to fucking kill him and strangle him with her hands. Luckily Kate stopped her before she could. I can't believe this asshole. Lady G interrupted.

"Let him speak." I smiled at her in thanks. She returned it with a nod.

"There is something at work beyond the evil of Smaug. Something more powerful. We can remain blind to it but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you. A sickness lies over Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood. And they...they say..."

"Well? Don't stop now. Tell us what the woodsmen say."

"They speak of a necromancer living in Dol Guldur. A sorcerer who can summon the dead."

'That's absurd. No such power exists in this world. This necromancer is nothing more than a mortal man. A conjurer dabbling in black magic."

"How would you know? Did you investigate? Or are you so prideful that you can't admit that maybe you missed something and could be very wrong? What do you think girls?"

My sisters nodded, agreeing with me. I smirked at him. I knew he would deny it. He's already fallen to the dark side. I just have to get him to admit it. Besides Lady G seems to believe me.

" I thought so as well. But Radagast has seen-"

"Radagast?! Do not speak to me of Radagast the Brown. He's a foolish fellow."

"Well, he's odd, I grant you. He lives a solitary life"

"It's not that. It's his excessive consumption of mushrooms. They've addled his brain and yellowed his teeth. I warned him. It is unbefitting one of the Isatri to be wandering the woods-"

Renee's Pov

I've had enough of this bitch.

"I'd stop talking if I were you. Lilith looks ready to blow."

"Oh I am. Who the fuck do you think you are, insulting others? Radagast is an amazing wizard and yes he's odd but that is what makes him unique. Not everyone can act like there's a stick up their ass. And also the way you insult and belittle Gandalf, he is a much better wizard than you are. He actually cares about this world while all you care about is power and staying on top. I've seen men like you and I hate them with a passion. I despise people like you. The Isatri are supposed to watch over and protect middle earth but you just blatantly ignore the evil that is trying to return. Damn you're worse than Thorin. I ought to wring your fucking neck but then Kate would kill me and Id like to not die just yet. Thank you for your time." MIC DROP

While Lilith was talking or more like threatening Saurman, Gandalf seemed lost in thought. I guessed that he was having a conversation with Lady G telepathically. I could hear them discussing something in my head and I knew immediately that it had to be about the blade. My guess was right when he reached in his robes and took out the blade that Radagast gave him before they were chased with orcs. He placed it on the table, drawing everyone's attention. Lord Elrond uncovered it, revealing the morgul blade. I could feel the darkness surrounding it, making me groan. It felt like someone was calling for me, seducing me to the dark side. I looked away from it, unable to handle the pain anymore. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw Lady G looking at me with a soft smile. I returned it, letting her know that I was okay. I felt her enter my mind.

My child you have great power within you. I sense a power that has been lost for a long time.

That explains why I got affected when I saw the blade. Do I have darkness in me? Can you help me make sense of this?

My dear child, you hold an ancient and strong power. You hail from an old race, one that was said to be wiped out long ago. I can feel your confusion. Do not fear young one, there is no darkness in you. Have faith, my child.

My attention went back to the current problem.

"What is that?"

"A relic of Mordor."

"A Morgul blade."

"Made for the Witch-king of Angmar and buried with him. When Angmar fell, the men of the north took his body and all that he possessed and sealed it within the High Fells of Rhudaur. Deep within the rock, they buried him. In a tomb so dark, it would never come to light."

"Damn, it sounds like my kind of place. No too mention, no people that can talk back. Ooh sign me the fuck up. And not to mention mystery. Oooh this is giving me ideas for a story. I can't wait-."

Kate hit the back of my head, shaking her head while Lilith rolled her eyes at me. They were so done with me.

"This is not possible. A powerful spell lies upon those tombs. They cannot be opened."

"What proof do we have that this weapon came from Angmar's grave?"

"I have none."

"Because there is none. Let us examine what we know. A single orc pack has dared to cross the Bruinen. A dagger from the bygone age has been found. And a human sorcerer who calls himself the Necromancer has taken up refuge in an old ruined fortress. It's not very much, after all. The question of this Dwarvish company, however, troubles me deeply. I'm not convinced, Gandalf. I do not feel I can condone such a quest. If they'd come to me, I might have spared them this disappointment. I do not pretend to understand your reason for raising their hopes..."

He just kept going on and on. I swear does he ever shut up? I mean seriously, I'm surprised I haven't cut my ears off with how annoying he is. I just looked at him with a bored expression, Kate was emotionless but Lilith? She was seething with anger. I mean who wouldn't. Dude literally disrespected her father, I literally do the same. Plus he insulted Gandalf. More of a reason to hate him. I heard footsteps and turned to the entrance to see Lindir walking towards us with a panicked look.

"My Lord Elrond, the dwarves, they've gone."

I looked at Gandalf and gave him a small smirk. He gave me a wink. The girls looked at me and we smirked. Now they can't stop them from reclaiming Erebor Soon Lady G came up to me. My guess, to tell me how I was able to sense the darkness surrounding the blade.

"My dear, tell me, have you heard of the Kharonn Clan?"

"No, never."

She then explained who they were. They were a race that had fire powers and could manipulate it to their will. They could sense and feel darkness which often came in handy, they had phoenix abilities, even transform into one but only the truly skilled and powerful were able to. They got visions which would explain a lot considering that I've been having visions a lot lately. But they also had another secret, they had dragon magic running through their veins. They had the strength and power of a dragon. They were even able to transform into one on command. I was in such shock that I started walking backwards until I hit the table, leaning against it. This was a lot to take in. But what I didn't understand was how I could be one of them. I wasn't born in Middle Earth nor did my parents have any magic.

"But that can't be. I wasn't born in Middle Earth. Neither of my parents possessed magical abilities."

"Who were your parents?"

"Um, my mom's name was Aurora and my dad's name was Ragnar. I just thought he had an ancient heritage so I didn't really look into it. I had a brother Tommy but he died four years ago."

" I know Those names. I knew your mother well. In fact so did Gandalf, better than anyone. She was indeed also from the Kharonn clan. He was a very powerful warrior. Her power could rival the dark lord. I always wondered what happened to her and her family."

"My mother was a Kharonn? I never knew that. She died when I was four alongside my dad. They never told us anything about it. They didn't get a chance. But how did they...wait that's it, of course, they went through the portal. I must have still been in my mothers womb. Like Lilith and mama. What I'm still trying to understand is how You knew my parents Gandalf? Were you good friends of theirs?"

"Yes I guess you could say that. They were very important to me."

"You must tell her Mithrandir. She must know."

"I must know what?"

"My dear child, your mother was the most important person in my life. My wife and I loved her so much. When she left, it broke my heart."

He put his hands on my shoulders as I listened to him speak. I'm still so confused. I looked at him in confusion until my eyes widened in realisation. He. He's my Grandfather. Gandalf the Grey is my Grandfather. I had a family. My eyes teared up as I looked up at him. He looked at me with a soft smile.

"Yes My dear. Your mother was my daughter. You are my granddaughter. I figured it out that night in Bag End. I just didn't know how to tell. I'm sorry for keeping this a secret my child."

I stepped back before literally screaming:

"Holy shit!!!! Gandalf the Grey is my grandfather?! I have a wizard for a grandfather!!! Whoa didn't see that coming, Ah but that explains why I was always so comfortable and safe around you. Cool, cool, cool, cool. Okay so let me get this straight (HEHE STRAIGHT), my parents were from Middle Earth, I'm part of an ancient and powerful race, I have fire magic, my grandfather is the greatest wizard of all time, I can transform into a dragon on command and I'm super duper powerful. Ooh plus I'm half wizard. Damn this is the best day ever. I'm so happy you're my grandfather."

I hugged Gandalf, letting my tears fall. He held me in his embrace, rubbing my back in comfort. He placed a couple kisses on my head. I finally pulled back and looked up at him with a smile. He chuckled at my childishness before returning the smile. I looked at my sisters. They were smiling with tears in their eyes, Lord Elrond smiled at me and grandpa with a look of happiness. Lady G came up to me and put her hands on my shoulders. I turned around and hugged, thanking her for helping me find my family. But I still didn't know what race my father was.

"Um grandpa, I know mom was part wizard and part Kharonn but I still don't know what race dad was."

"Your father was a dwarf. He was a dwarf from Erebor actually. Ragnar, Son of Razor. He was a very strong and powerful dwarf. He saved your mother the first day they met. She was fighting a big pack of orcs by herself when he found her and helped her. They ran into each a few times after that before deciding to travel together. They fell in love and he asked to court her. They were courted for about 20 years before they finally got married. Your mother was with child a few years later and had your brother Tommy. A few years later she was with a child again, you. However word got out about your mother being Kharonn. Only her and your grandmother were left so they went after them. They killed your grandma. We decided that it was better if they disappeared completely. We came across the cave and that was the last time I saw or heard of them."

"Motherfuckers killed my grandma. Oh now I have more of a reason to kill those bastards. But what matters is that they didn't kill mom and dad. So I'm a third dwarf, a third wizard and a third Kharonn. That's so fucking awesome. I can turn into a dragon. Yes. All the chaos I can bring. Arson!! Don't worry I won't actually do anything like that. Maybe with orcs but that's it. I'm just so happy. Ooh maybe I can be the one to take on that overgrown lizard. Ooh I can see it now. I can't wait."

I ran to my sisters jumping up and down. I tugged on their sleeves until they eventually hit the back of my head. I groaned and pouted. How dare they hit me.

"What happened to your brother, my child?"

I looked at Lady G and remembered that Tommy will never get to meet grandpa. I immediately felt the mood dampen.

"Tommy...He was killed a few years ago. Some guy tried to take his money and anything valuable. He didn't comply so he ended up getting stabbed. The guy just left him for dead. The police called us a few hours later. We all miss him very much."

She looked at us with a sad smile. I looked at grandpa. I could tell that he missed tommy. I could feel his pain and anger. But I could also feel his sadness and heartbreak. He'll never get to meet his little boy. I hugged grandpa tightly, making him return it and giving me a kiss on my forehead. At least he's still alive in our hearts. Soon everyone had made peace with Tommy's death. I realised that bastard Saurman was still here. He looked completely angry. Not surprised. I turned to Lilith.

"Okay now you can rip him a new one...again. He disrespected my grandpa, our friends and I know that you want to expose him so he's all yours sis. Everyone else, I suggest you take a seat, get some snacks and watch the drama unfold." Kate and I sat in the steps, smirking at what was about to happen. Lady G and grandpa stood next to us and they looked somewhat excited. Lord Elrond just looked at us extremely confused as did Lindir. 

This is where the fun begins.

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YAY Renee found her family. And its freaking Gandalf. Who wouldn't want Gandalf as a grandfather. Anyway You're probably super duper confused about the whole Kharonn thing. So I was trying to come up with an ancient race that was supposed to be gone but obviously wasn't. We will dive deeper into Renee's heritage as the story progresses. My co writer Chloe got this idea frim Criminal minds and we just changed it up a bit. So I've had this idea for a long time. I know that everyone is waiting to see Lilith literally tear Saurman apart but you need to wait for the next chapter. I don't know when that will be because soon Ill be going camping with my family and I wont be allowed to bring my laptop. So hopefully within in the next week I can update it before I have to worry about University again. Please bare with me. I'm not the best at time management. Also please let me know if you want me to share pics of my camping trip. And don't be afraid to comment and vote. Well I got to go. See you soon. Byeeeeeeee.  

The parts that are in italics and underlined is Lady G speaking telepathically.

Roxie_Love

[adventures-written]

“ just let it out. “ — to Bilbo.

Hurt&Comfort

It was over. The battle was done and the dwarves were celebrating. There was a sense of relief that seemed to spread around to man and elf as well. As if a weight had been lifted off of all of them. The celebrations lasted days, though Bilbo did not take part in much of the festivities. There was a lot that played at his mind, telling him it was time to leave before anything else happened.

But he needed that confirmation first. A part of him needed to make sure Thorin and his nephews would pull through.

He could still see the fighting. He could still picture Fili's fall, a fall that nearly killed him. He could still hear Kili yelling. And Thorin -- There was so much blood.

It was late evening when Balin came to inform him of the good news. Kili was the first to awaken, though Fili still seemed to be unconscious, he was making a good recovery. Of course, Balin knew the most pressing question on Bilbo's mind though; How was Thorin? "He's awake, if tha's what ya wanna know," Balin reached up to pat Bilbo's shoulder, "And I'm sure he'd enjoy a visit from a good friend." "Ah..heh. Right. I will make my way there, then. Is...Is Gandalf still around?" he asked, glancing around the halls as if the wizard would appear at the mere mention of his name.

"I believe he went into Dale to talk with Bard -- He mentioned he wouldn't be long," Balin answered. Bilbo gave a small nod, debating for the moment in finding the wizard and leaving now. Thorin was awake, he was alive. His nephews were well, too. That was all the confirmation the hobbit needed. He didn't wish to address anything else, including his own guilt.

If only he had been stronger. Perhaps then he wouldn't have been unconscious while his friends nearly perished.

Bilbo didn't catch the last of Balin's words, only realizing he was now standing there alone and that the dwarf was wandering away when he came back from his thoughts. His lips curled into a thin line and his nose twitched nervously. There was a decision to be made, and either way, the hobbit felt like a coward. He began to walk, letting his feet carry him and decide for him as to where he would end up.

Apparently they had decided to take him to Thorin's room, which he could hear voices coming from. One of softer, tired sounding, which had to be Thorin. The other was boisterous and loud, which had to be Dain. He recognized the voice from the battle, though he hadn't really interacted with the dwarf after everything was said and done. The hobbit listened quietly as the two had their conversation, one he likely shouldn't be eaves dropping in on. Where were his manners? The dwarves must be growing on him.

Of course, the conversation sounded pleasant, if a bit political. He wondered why these things could not wait until Thorin was more recovered. He had just woken up, after all.

As Bilbo listened, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming towards the door, making the hobbit panic. He looked around, wondering for a moment if he could make a quick exit, but it was already too late. So, instead, he raised a hand as if to knock on the door when it opened before him and Dain nearly walked straight into him. The ginger dwarf startled, "Aye, laddy, what're ya doin'ere?" Bilbo opened his mouth, a lack of words coming for a moment. He must have had the strangest look on his face for Dain could only raise a brow at him.

"I came to see Thorin...I..I heard he was awake," Bilbo finally stated, feeling tension in his body. He felt stiff, once again barely hearing Dain's words as he stepped aside to let the hobbit enter the room. Something was said about Thorin needing his rest, to which Bilbo commented that he wouldn't stay too long.

There was a silence that fell as Dain excused himself, roughly closing the door behind himself as he left the two alone. Bilbo was not making eye contact, his gaze glued to the floor as he tried to find the words. There were so many before, but now they all seemed lost or too feeble to explain exactly how he felt. It was as though every possible idea, every scenario he had been thinking up while Thorin was unconscious, had just been erased from his memory. He supposed the actual conversations were always harder than fictitious ones.

"Thorin, I..." he finally managed a glance up at the dwarf, who still had that intense stare despite everything. He was quick to look away again, afraid the dwarf he considered to be a dear friend would suddenly look down upon him again. That he would realize his first assumptions of the hobbit hadn't been far from the truth after all.

"Just let it out."

Thorin's voice hit his ears, though it wasn't as harsh as he expected. It was softer than normal, tired sounding. He could only imagine how exhausted the dwarf must be, especially with all of his injuries. Those injuries would certainly take a long time to heal, though they may never fully heal at all.

"I thought we lost you..." Bilbo finally let it slip, feeling an overwhelming wave of emotions wash over him, "You, and Fili and Kili -- And I just stood there..." He let out a weary laugh, shaking his head. "I am sorry, Thorin. For everything. For..deceiving you, for being unable to aid you and the others during the battle. I...I hope you recover...I truly believe that you will be a great King. I just wanted to say that before I left for the Shire." There was more he could say. So much more he could just let go of, but now was not the time. Not when the dwarf literally just woke up.

"Goodbye, Thorin..." he turned to leave, making a beeline for the door as if he needed to leave this instant or risk something being said that he either didn't want to say or didn't want to hear.

[cannibalcoyote]

Woodland Princess Ch.6: Expected

Ch.5 Ch.7

A/N Raerthar and Aelsar can understand and communicate telepathically. This will be shown through the use of italics.

In the morning I take off my spell and find that the company is already partially down the mountain. I was slightly angry that they left without me but I soon saw that Gandalf wasn't with them.

I looked around and saw him with our two horses. He was happy to see that I had taken down my invisibility spell. I mounted Raerthar while Gandalf mounted his unnamed pony and we started down the paths which led to the rest of our group.

We caught up with them and Thorin wasn't happy to see me there at all. Fili and Kili came over and we chatted a little to pass by the time, soon it was dusk and our horses were exhausted from the day full of heat. We were coming by a small destroyed building where Thorin decided we should stay.

I was not happy at all and neither was Gandalf judging by how he tried to usher Thorin to keep moving and possibly stop by Rivendell to get the map read.

By the mere mention of an elvish name and he turned cold and said,

"I will not seek the help of the people who betrayed my kingdom." Before walking away to talk to someone else. Gandalf was angry and stalked away only to have Bilbo ask,

"Gandalf where are you going?" Gandalf answered him, though I did not catch if as I heard Raerthar whinny at the stupidity of dwarves and the arrogance of some wizards. I sighed and untracked her, allowing her to roam free among the other horses.

It had been an hour since Gandalf left and I was slightly worried, thinking that if we were attacked the only defense I had were two blades on a bow with no arrow.

Out of nowhere Raerthar appeared scared, motioning for me to follow her. We reached where the other horses were kept but I made it just in time to see Fili and Kili rush forward with Bilbo struggling to keep up.

After a few moments of thinking and told Raerthar to watch and if I didn't come back soon, then to go and get the others.

I quietly sprinted through the wee in time to see Fili and Kili push Bilbo forward into an area with trees that seemed to be forced down. After a few moments the brothers ran back towards the company, as they went past me I jumped out from out of my hiding place and tripped both of them knowing they wouldn't stop if I told them to.

"Owwww" Kili complained as he and Fili got up. They turned and saw me, and suddenly looked slightly scared.

"Why are you leaving Bilbo? You know he has no means of defending himself!" I nearly yell at them and they back up slightly in fear. I realized I was scaring them and took a step back with my head down,

"Sorry," I say in apology for my outburst. They look slightly less fearful now.

"We need your help, where Bilbo went there are mountain trolls, and they are trying to catch him but right now he's fine. Kili and I are going to get the company but you need to help Bilbo." Fili said in an ordering tone.

I dash towards Bilbo just in time to see that one has caught him and is holding him by his legs. I reach for my daggers but they aren't there and I remember Thorin still has them, so instead I grab my bow and carefully undo the binding that holds the blades onto it.

I quickly grab some vine and wrap part of the blade to make a grasp for the knife. I jump out and see the troll trying to eat him, I quickly jump up a tree and land on his back, dragging the knives through his skin as I slid down to the floor. He screams in pain and drops Bilbo.

I run around and try to distract the trolls while Bilbo releases the ponies. They have me cornered and I can't escape. When they were about to grab me the company came out of the bushes and started slashing through their skin. I see dwarves being thrown, picked up, and dropped but I can't find Bilbo.

I soon see a troll grab him and try to make it over there but Thorin steps in the way and says,

"You leave! You're just slowing us down!" He shouts, I try to regain myself but being told I slow the group down is a punch to my pride and self-confidence.

I slowly walk backwards into the forest and disappear from sight. I walk back over to Raerthar and say,

"We're leaving." She looks at me and then to the noise from the commotion.

'Won't they need your help?' Raerthar asks slightly confused of why I left the fight.

"No, Thorin says I just slow them down so I want to see how far they get without me." I responded. After a slightly confusing conversation Raerthar convinces me to check up on the fight one last time seeing as the noise has stopped. I agree and head off to check in the dwarves.

When I see them I feel slightly happy to know they didn't last long after I left. I circle the area silently then rush back to the camp and search every bag they had for my weapons.

I finally found my daggers wrapped in a type of cloth with the arrows tied together beside them. I stuffed the arrows into my cloak's pocket and reattached the blades I made to my bow. Then I took my blades and silently crept through the forest back to the trolls.

Ch.5 Ch.7

@tigereyesf

[sofiiel]

There & Back Again | Chapter 6

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

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At the end of the school day, Myrtle perched herself atop the hood of her car, her knees drawn to her chest. "I can't believe you hugged them," she thought to herself, "or that you balled all over him." Myrtle hide her face in her arms, "or that you cried so hard your nose ran, god he must think you're gross," she murmured.

Myrtle lifted her head to look at the sky, "I wonder if Robin needs a ride home. I still never faced her today." she thought.

Then again, maybe it was for the best, after all - she couldn't take Robin with her to check on Amy. That would also be a hard one to explain.

"Oh, and how do you two know each other? Oh, well you know survived a horrible sex party together, ran back into each other and I hid her from the police....you know as it goes." Myrtle thought to herself, instantly sucked into her frantic thoughts.

Eddie leaned on the hood of Myrtle's car, resting his head in his hands as he looked up at her, calmly waiting for her to notice him there.

Sure, he could call out to her, "but what's the fun in that?" He asked himself. Eventually, she would see him, and she would get that look, it was a little like startling a puppy.

Eddie smiled to himself, "I wanna be right where you look when you least expect to find someone." He hummed in his head. "I want to be your surprise."

As if his mind had spoken to her, Myrtle finally looked down, slipping a little from the hood of the car.

Eddie chuckled, "what was your horse racing against this time?" He asked her. Myrtle slipped off the hood altogether and twisted the ends of her hair between two fingers. "Umm....nothing really just, friend problems I guess." she murmured.

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" Eddie asked, hooking his thumbs into his pants pockets. Myrtle peered down at the ground still fiddling with her hair, "Or you know....not, that's fine too." Eddie said, "sometimes it helps to see from an outside perspective. I mean, think of how much easier it would have been for Frodo Baggins if he could have asked the readers if they thought Smeagol was two-faced." He said.

Myrtle glanced up at him and couldn't help but smile.

The tiny smile on her face made Eddie's heartbeat quicken as he grinned down at her.

"Or if someone could have warned Bilbo to carry some bug spray." He added. He wanted that smile to stay, he wanted to turn into a giggle, and "I'm going to drive myself crazy-er, trying to keep that smile there." he thought.

Eddie had fully realized he was probably overshooting his shot, but he had grand designs on getting a date, summer was coming up fast and if he was going to have time to get closer, He needed her to want him around after the school hours ended.

"I'll probably screw up one way or another, hit the BFF blanket, and fly right over the boyfriend material or some shit." Eddie thought to himself, "and then there's the shock and horror of good ol' dad trying to run me out of town with my reputation." He mentally sighed.

"And she probably wouldn't want the freak." He thought his head tilting as he watched her face, "Look at her, fantasy nerd or not she probably dreams of some...pretty stud who could lift her over his head on the field of the winning game." Eddie's thoughts started to create a nervous knot in his stomach and without realizing it he began to twirl his own hair.

Myrtle watched as Eddie's seemed to be staring right through her, she glanced behind her but saw nothing. "Um" she hummed, daring to take a step closer, peering up at him, she waved her hand before his face, "Eddie?" she asked.

With a small twitch of his body, Eddie snapped free of his thoughts, "huh? Sorry... I swear I meant to listen...." He said with a sheepish smile.

Myrtle matched his smile, "It seems I'm not the only one who's got race horses up in there, huh?" she asked.

"It would seem so," Eddie said, he gestured his hand out to her, "But...It lost its race. I'm serious if you need someone to talk to. I'm all ears." He said.

Myrtle exhaled, "there's no way I can tell him all the details. I can be vague, though. Maybe it'll be enough?" she thought.

"Well.... Robin kind of hurt my feelings...she didn't mean to, I just... overreacted, it hit some.....sensitivities? I guess. And I don't know how to go up and say I'm sorry. I can't build up the courage and I haven't seen her all day, which is odd, so I think she's avoiding me." Myrtle confessed.

Once the words got going, they wouldn't stop.

"She's the only friend I have here, and she means a lot to me. I can't afford to mess up," she murmured. "I'm told I'm hard to put up with." She murmured.

"If you're hard to put up with, people are a lot more squishy than I thought they were," Eddie said.

Myrtle looked back down at her hands, "anyway...you're talking about Buckley...that, kind of spaztic girl in the marching band?" Eddie asked. Myrtle giggled, "that's Robin." 

"People overreact from time to time, it happens. It's not a critical hit for a friendship. If anything," Eddie sighed, offering Myrtle a reassuring smile, "she was giving you time to cool down. I'm sure she's probably just as freaked out. If you talk to her, it'll be fine again." He said.

"You think?" Myrtle asked timidly, Eddie winked.

"I'm positive, you're a magnet McKinney, you pull people in." he said. Eddie's eyes spotted Chelsea sulking amongst her friends as they headed to a pink convertible. "Even if it's the wrong kinds of people for the wrong kinds of reasons." he murmured.

Myrtle glanced over her shoulder to see Chelsea and her crew drive off, spotting Myrtle, one of the girls kindly gave her the finger. In an instant, both of Eddie's hands flew up in response. "Back at you!" He shouted out, a long disapproving scowl on his face.

"Eddie!" Myrtle gasped.

"You weren't gonna do it, and someone had to." He reasoned, "It's not nice to flip off a girl." Myrtle said. Eddie squinted his eyes, "Oh right, because that's a girl?" He asked with a hard roll of his eyes.

"I'll have you know what you just faced today was a whole...well" Eddie leaned forward and whispered, "have you ever seen The Deadly Spawn?" He asked.

Myrtle burst into laughter, covering her mouth with both hands. "That's mean!" she shouted between giggles. "Yeah, well, she's mean. So it's perfectly fair, isn't it?" He hummed.

Myrtle shook her head, "I've got to go... I'll see you on Monday." She said, walking past him to the driver's side of her car. " Summer vacation starts next Tuesday you know, you think about coming to our show?" Eddie asked, holding her car door open for her.

Myrtle bit her lip, "I'd like to go" she thought to herself, "but.... Dad's probably got a schedule already planned out for me" she sighed mentally, already feeling drained from the thought of it. As she looked up at him in silence, Eddie tilted his head back.

"Riiight, just tell me this," he said glancing about before lowering his voice, "it's because of your old man right? And not because I sounded like a dying animal on stage today right?" he asked, voice fading from serious to playful as his eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Huh, no, no of course not you and the guys were great up there...." Myrtle said quickly from the seat of her car. Eddie beamed, But it faltered as a worried glimmer filled Myrtle's eyes and she looked away.

"But yes Dads...a little....wait -" Myrtle sent a concerned glance towards Eddie? "How do you?" she asked.

"My Uncle works under your Dad, says most people aren't fond of him because he's a bit of a tight ass." Eddie said with a shrug. "And between that and him not answering his own daughter's phone call in the middle of the night - past the middle of the night. It's not hard to piece up that the guy is a bit of an asshole...no offense." Eddie confessed.

"N-none taken." Myrtle stammered, sighing heavily as she started the car.

"It's not because of you or the band," she said quietly, turning to look at him, she gave an apologetic smile, "all I can say is I'll try, and I want to go. But I can't promise anything, unfortunately." Myrtle said.

"I'll take it," Eddie offered a smile and started backing away from her car, turning he could see his friends waiting for him near his Van across the parking lot.

 Myrtle sat in her seat watching him go, her heart pounding in her chest. "You should thank him again....he saved you from at least total humiliation." Myrtle thought. She shut her eyes tight, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles hurt.

"Just do it and regret it later," she told herself.

"Eddie?" Myrtle called out.

Eddie stopped, turning back around he looked at her with a question on his face, a giant smile quickly forming as she waved him over.

"You change your mind?" He asked, leaning down to the level of the window. 

Myrtle looked at him baffled, she had planned on it being a quick thank you but he'd just ruined it. "um...n-no, I just...." Myrtle's face slowly turned red as she leaned around to the side of his face.

Eddie's eyes grew wide, and his heart skipped a beat, It hardly felt as if her lips had touched him at all, but they left a lingering warmth on his right cheek.

"You're grinning like a fucking idiot, Munson." He told himself, but try as he might, he couldn't stop.

"Thank you again for the save today," Myrtle said, her words nearly rushing together as her eyes tried to look everywhere but at him.

Backing away from the window, Eddie gave a playful bow, "milady Tinúviel," He said, only causing Myrtle's cheeks to redden further. "Whenever you need me." Eddie added dramatically, placing his right fist to his left shoulder, "If I can, I will." He said.

Myrtle cleared her throat and gave a nervous giggle, "you're a lot, Eddie." she said, shaking her head. "I get that," he said, waving, "have a good weekend, McKinney." He called, finally heading back to his friends.

Myrtle rolled up her window and briefly covered her face, mentally screaming. "You just did that." She thought to herself, leaning back on the headrest. 

Myrtle tried to catch her breath before backing out of the parking lot.

Eddie had tried to walk calmly back to his van, but once he'd seen Myrtle leave up the street, he nearly pranced over to his friends on the balls of his feet. "Did you see that!" he cheered, nearly dancing in place, his hand held to his cheek. 

Gareth shook his head, "I can't believe your luck sometimes." He said, to which Eddie smirked.

Before heading home, Myrtle stopped at the old Creel Mansion. Going around back and slipping into the hidden entrance. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, while the place was no less dusty, it was certainly made more of a resting place.

A tent made of blankets and pillows had been stacked into a fort of sorts in one corner, a small fold-out table held a battery-powered radio, and the floor was littered with snack bags and pried open cans of food.

Amy sat in her fort, munching on Sardines. She watched Myrtle look around amazed, gray eyes stuck on the flashlight hanging from the ceiling. "Pretty neat, huh?" Amy said with pride.

"You're certainly...an old hat at this." Myrtle said quietly.

"And here I was worried." she exhaled, looking down at Amy.

Amy grinned and held out a bag of cheese puffs, "want some?" she asked. Myrtle shook her head and knelt down on the ground. "I can't" she muttered. Amy made a face, "what? Don't tell me you're allergic to cheese...that would be a sad affair." she said, tossing a puff into the air and catching it in her mouth.

Myrtle smiled faintly, "No, um..." she paused, she could tell Amy right? After all, who would she tell?

"I pissed my mom off last night, wasn't listening to one of her near-constant rants on how much of a disappointment I am and how amazing she used to be...." Myrtle sighed, "So I'm not allowed to eat today until She deems I have learned my lesson." She said.

Amy leaned her head back and scowled, "bullshit!" she called shoving the bag towards myrtle "go on, scarf it!" she said, "that bitch can't tell if you've eaten shit!" she raged.

Myrtle carefully handed her back the snack bag. "Actually...you'd be surprised..." Myrtle sighed. Amy snorted and laughed, "what? Does she smell your breath? Check your teeth for residue?" she joked.

Myrtle wanted to crawl into a hole at how ridiculous it all did sound, "and my toothbrush bristles, backpack, and car for crumbs, wrappers, or condiment spills..." she explained.

Amy's mouth tumbled open as she leaned forward. "Shit," she whispered. "Shit! You're not kidding!" she gasped.

Myrtle shook her head and her stomach growled loudly, "no, trust me, I'd kill that whole bag if I could." she sighed, getting to her feet. "I came to check in on you, I should head back home, I'll try to come back tomorrow." Myrtle said, heading back to the window.

"Try not to get into too much trouble in your searching." she warned, before climbing out.

Myrtle trudged into her house, into the kitchen, where she found her mother waiting, clad in one of her beautifully made dress suits. Myrtle could remember the days when she wanted to be just like her.  Eleven years old and trying to fit into her high hills and jewelry. Often getting playfully chased around the house so that she might get her earrings back before it was time to leave for work.

The memory of that smile back then made the sneer on her mother's face now soul-crushing.

"I'm home," Myrtle spoke quietly, setting her backpack on the counter she slid it over to her Mother. With a skeptical glance, she started to rummage through the bag.

Myrtle bit her lip and watched. There shouldn't be anything in there, but the 'What if' was always nauseating. A crumb, a candy paper, a whiff of anything edible would mean another day to learn.

"It's clear, come here." Her mother demanded, before Myrtle could move forward, her mother's long fingers reached out and snatched her wrist, drawing a yelp from Myrtle who lunged forward.

"I w-was coming!" Myrtle shrieked, "don't talk back to me!" her mother growled, giving Myrtle a shake. 

Falling silent, Myrtle shut her eyes tightly, she didn't mean to speak out, it just flew from her. The back of her mother's hand swatted her jaw, "open up." Her mother demanded. Myrtle opened her mouth wide, and her chin became pinched in her mother's grasp. Myrtle let her mother tilt her head around, looking at the back of her teeth.

Pushed away roughly by her face, Myrtle took frantic steps away from her mother.

"I didn't touch anything all day," she said quickly.

"It seems that way, I will be checking your car, later. For now, no dinner." Her mother said. Myrtle deflated but gave a nod, "yes Ma'am." she murmured, collecting her backpack and heading for the stairs.

On her way up she spotted Patrick coming down the stairs, He gave her a hard glare, "w-what's wrong?" Myrtle asked. "You are, why'd you embarrass me like that today?" He asked.

"I-" the air left Myrtle's lungs.

"I didn't...that wasn't me, Chelsea made me - she's evil, Pat." she reasoned. "Right, because you couldn't just not show up to the stupid thing? Or at least reject the dumb costume?" Patrick raged.

Myrtle blinked a few times, "he thinks it was a school event...." she thought, "Pat it wasn't a real event! Nobody volunteered," she said, shaking her head. "Chelsea was getting revenge for-" 

Myrtle watched as Patrick shoved by her.

"I don't even care, I tried to tell dad, but big surprise! He didn't care. The McKinney princess just got praise for being so active in school...could hear him gushing about his 'sweet little girl' to his co-workers in the background." Patrick grumbled, continuing down the stairs.

With a huff of air, Myrtle looked about the stairwell baffled, frustrated tears started to well up. Taking a deep breath, she continued to her room. She wanted to slam the door, to shout, but that would end badly. So, closing it as softly as she could, Myrtle dropped her bag and collapsed onto her bed.

Face down into the pillow, she hugged it, and let her mind scream for her. The lights of her room flickered softly.

She could feel the spider's legs as they crawled onto her arms, and up her shaking shoulders. A startling amount that would prompt anyone to call and report an infestation.

But you don't fear the things that are gentle with you.

Myrtle shut her eyes, "So water?" she could hear Eddie's voice in her memory.

Myrtle opened her eyes, "coming right up." she heard.

Rolling carefully onto her back, she held her pillow to her chest, feeling the spiders crawl to safer places, "Here you go." his voice echoed.

She didn't know why that part of the memory was stuck in her head. But closing her eyes again she felt her rushing thoughts and heart rate slow. A calm slowly seeped over her and before she knew it, sleep had taken its hold.

"Myrtle!"

Mr. McKinney's voice boomed from downstairs.

Myrtle jolted awake and hopped out of bed, quickly running down the hall and stairs, into the living room. She stood straight with her eyes fixed on her father, compared to her rigid posture he was completely relaxed, looking through a daily planner in his hands.

Myrtle clasped her hands behind her back. "Yes, Sir?" she asked. 

"Patrick told me about your show of school spirit today well done," He said, voice pleased while Myrtle inwardly cringed, "school spirit? Try a personal hell." she thought.

"It went over well with the CEO, He's impressed that I could raise such a selfless young lady who would go as far as wearing a humiliating costume to show respect to those who've taken time out of their lives to help further her in life." He said with a smirk.

"Even if both you and I know, that's not entirely what happened, is it?" He snickered.

Myrtle remained silent. 

"Anyway, I have your schedule planned for the weekend." He started clearing his throat. "Mr. Ford would like to see you again, and to...apologize for the behavior of his other dinner guest." He said.

Myrtle could feel the blood rush away from her limbs and face, "dinner guest?" She thought bitterly.

"Yes Sir...what time?" She asked.

"Sunday, night around ten pm." He answered, "Your dress is in the cleaners, you'll need to pick that up tomorrow as early as you can." 

Myrtle gave a nod, "yes sir." she droned.

"Tomorrow you will also be meeting with Pastor Alvin to discuss, helping with VBS this summer," said Mr. McKinney. Myrtle's teeth sunk into her bottom lip. "B-but...you said last year was my last year." She stammered, voice breaking. 

Mr. McKinney glanced up at her with eyes void of emotion as he slowly set down his planner. "Now, now you owe Pastor Alvin a great deal. If not for him, we'd have never been pushed through your adoption process as fast as we were." He said.

"And He helped us prepare a space for you in our home, he baptized you, remember?" Her father asked.

Bitter tears welled into Myrtle's eyes. "How could I forget." she whispered, her insides hurt just at the memory. Swallowing hard, Myrtle tried to hold back her tears. 

"We have a lot to be grateful for, one more year won't kill you." He chuckled. Myrtle looked down at her feet.

"Won't it?" she thought.

"Anyway, the meeting won't be long, from there I need you to go out to and inspect Lover's lake for me for the next couple of days." He said.

"Lovers lake?" Myrtle questioned. "Why yes, I was tasked to look over the area and find where would be a good place for a new project the plant wants to have built, a cooling system. However, I've not the time to handle it personally." He said.

"I don't know what makes a good place for-"

"I have a list prepared that will tell you what you are looking for." Mr. McKinney stated. 

Myrtle gave a feeble nod, "right...yes Sir." she sighed.

Her father reached for a plain gift bag sitting beside him. "For handling the situation at the Dinner as well as you did, Ford suggested I go out and get you a gift." Her father sang.

Myrtle's eyes fell on the bag being held out before her with a hollow stare. Her fingers reluctantly reached out and took the handles from his hands. 

"Well, open it." He said, offering a conceited smile.

With soft rustling, Myrtle drew out a long silk and lace dress, held up by dainty straps, and floated on white soft tulle below. What hurt more than anything was that it was the very same dress she had been looking at longingly earlier that year when Prom had come around.

Myrtle could remember standing before the dress store, daydreaming. She could see herself in that dress as some faceless prince took to the dance floor with her.

And now the dream was horribly tainted. 

Myrtle tried to control her breathing as she clutched the dress. It was hard to fight the tears this time. "Don't worry, your arms and legs should be healed by the time you find a use for it." Her father said, causing Myrtle's head to snap up in surprise. "I've gotten you a longer dresses for your meetings." He said.

Before Myrtle could react, the front door slammed, the furious footsteps of her mother rushing in. "You honestly thought I wouldn't find this?" She shrieked.

Startled, Myrtle turned around, wide eyes stuck on the empty bag of cookies in her mother's hands in confusion. "What?" Myrtle asked, "Don't act stupid, this came from your car!" her mother shouted.

Myrtle shook her head, "no, it didn't - I don't even eat those things." she said, her voice coming out in a whine as she backed away.

Her father watched the two with disinterest on his face.

"Yeah, well, you just bought yourself another four days." Her mother mused with a snarling smile, tossing the wrapper onto the floor.

"I...I have dinner with Mr. Ford." Myrtle said, glancing back at her father for help. "Oh...well, you'll have to kindly explain you've got a terrible stomach bug." Her mother sang. "Until you learn how to respect your mother, you will learn how to live like a child without one. Starved." She hissed.

Myrtle slipped her dress back into the bag. "Yes Ma'am" she said, retreating into herself.

"Good, pick up the wrapper and to bed with you." her mother said. Myrtle did as she was told quickly.

Watching her daughter head up the stairs, Ms. McKinney turned a sharp eye to her husband. "You see the things you push me to do?" she barked.

"Dear, it's not my fault you're a jealous old shrew, if you wanted a dress of your own you simply could ask." He muttered, collecting his things.

"It's not about the dress, Gregory!" She snapped, watching him walk off into the kitchen.

|𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭↱

[sweet-demiboi]

Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I pwease get a Thorin Oakenshield with a very soft and introvert boyfriend? I think it would be so cuteeeeeee.

Thanks for your time!

Adding a caring and little overprotective Thorin to this :)

You didn't know how you came out of your shell and got together with Thorin, but it happened. Somehow.

One of your assumptions were that Fili and Kili played Amor together and just used what was given on the journey, like Thorin sleeping next to you, you walking near him, and "accidentally" nudging you in his chest.

Anyway, somehow, you ended up together and it was a dream. Thorin always showed care when you needed it, for example after another orc attack or after just an exhausting day. He listened to you talking about your fears as well as dreams and he never interrupted you.

When you asked him something he would always answer honestly but also with care as to not hurt your feelings. He could not stand the thought of hurting you in any way so he was also super careful with touching you, but he would definetly search for body contact when he didn't have to lead the company somewhere.

You noticed how he would soften up when he talked to you compared to the others and when you asked him about it he had even blushed a bit and had said: "You are so soft yourself, I do not want to not give you that in return." You had smiled and given him a shy peck on the lips.

Thorin just adores you.

You are the man he would go on his knees for (which he does literally). He only has eyes for you, you are his king and he would do anything to protect you.

You smiled when you remembered all that about your partner and continued watching the dancing flames before your face, you were so glad to finally rest. The company was cooking, taking care of the ponies and discussing over the route for tomorrow.

Thorin had said you should take care of yourself as you got some bruises from a fight this day which were a bit deeper than usual. He just wanted you to rest and recover so tomorrow wouldn't overuse you.

After a few minutes the camp for the night was set up and the dwarves took places around the fire. Bilbo was helping Bombur with the stew; Gandalf, Balin, Dwalin, and Thorin were still discussing; Nori and Bifur were talking; Dori was looking after a scratch of Ori; Oin, Bofur, and Gloin were joking in Khuzdul; and Fili and Kili were walking over to you.

The brothers were sitting on each side of you, both smiling but visibly tired. "You fought good today.", Kili complimented you.

"Today?", you asked jokingly. You were comfortable with both of them, always joking around and just feeling good.

Kili chuckled and shook his head "Okay, you always fight well but you were more offensive today. Scared the orcs away"

Fili nodded approvingly "I like your technique, although I don't seem to understand it." You talked about today and the journey in general, about fighting and Erebor, about anything and everything you could think of.

When Bombur announced that dinner was ready, you all got up and in a queue to get something of the good smelling stew. When you sat down together again, Kili walked over to the side of his brother while wiggling his eyebrows and Thorin sat next to you, rolling his eyes over his nephew.

You smiled at him brightly and he gave you one in return, kissing your cheek (you loved to feel his beard on your skin). "Enjoy your meal!", you said "You too."

"What about the route for tomorrow? You discussed it for quite a while.", you asked and Thorin sighed "The orcs are coming closer, and they are quick. Gandalf said he knew someone around here where we could sleep at, but we had to change our route a little for that. Balin doesn't like that too much", he chuckled slightly and you smirked. "But there aren't any further complications, are there?" - "No.", he smiled and you continued talking while eating, subtly flirting a few times.

When you all got tired (which didn't take long), Bifur took the first night shift and you others prepared your sleeping spots. As you were with Thorin you prepared together: His coat on the floor that the fur pointed upwards, a scarf as a pillow, and your coat as blanket.

Thorin had already laid down and you snuggled into his arms, slinging one of your own around his middle, and laying your head on his arm. You could feel him smile against your forehead right before he planted a kiss on it.

"Sleep well", he whispered "I love you"

"I love you too." you whispered back.

Thorin tightened his grip around you a little but only as much that you would still be comfortable (which you were) and you both fell asleep, feeling safe in each other's arms.

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Little Secret

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.

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @just-a-dreamer23 @anjhope1 @lathalea

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.

[theblogofdurin]

Cloaked in Green- Chp.3: Full Bellies

WORD COUNT:1929 (whoop, look at me)

Edited on 2/22/22

WARNINGS: of hunting, house burning,

A/N:- I appreciate everyone commenting in my last post. It truly helped a lot. And to show my love for you all, I’m gonna do a double chapter posting.

SUMMARY:L.D gets to know the company as best as she can

Official pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!OC*

READ THE REST HERE - > Chp.2 , Chp. 1

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We traveled on for another day, riding from dawn till dusk. Luckily enough I was able to doze off for a couple hours during the second night. Thorin still has yet to assign me or Bilbo to watch duty, but I kind of figured he wouldn't just yet. It is hard to trust a stranger, a faceless one even more so than that.

Gandalf had pulled me aside early on the 2nd morning,

"Do you ever plan on telling the rest of our company your identity?" He spoke softly even though we were far enough away from the others.

I shook my head. "I do not know." I spoke softly in a small whisper. Gandalf let out a big sigh, " Do you ever get tired of it? Of hiding."

" I am not hiding myself." Tightening Hithui's saddle straps. "I am merely trying to avoid the inevitable."

"No one could possibly blamed you for wh-."

"I know that." I turned harshly towards him, " but it doesn't help the way people stare at me either." I lowered my head glancing at the ground between us.. "Besides, I don't care what they think of that, it has more to do with the fact of me, being a woman, I want to prolong them knowing."

Gandalf sighed again as he made his way over to stand by his horse, who was resting near us. "I do agree with the fact that dwarfs might not handle the knowledge of you, being a woman very well, but it has to do more with the fact that there are not many dwarf women around. They have been taught to be protective of them."

"That's not helpful." I let out a small laugh and Gandalf smiled softly.

"However, they are also taught to respect them.” Mounting his horse, he moved closer, speaking softer. “They are fast learners of change ‘L.D’. I say at least give them a chance to react."

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And….He was right. It was unfair of me to judge the dwarfs and Bilbo on the actions of past others. Yet, How can I know that? And how can I be sure that they'll keep my secret? I needed to let myself get to know them, yet I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to do that? It harder because I know my voice would give it all away. So after some thought I decided that the only way was to watch them all more closely and learn more through observation then verbal exchange.

I started this morning by riding in the middle of the line, putting myself in the pathways of various conversations. Listening as they all talked to one another, and taking mental notes of each dwarf and hobbit behaviors.

Starting with Bofur, I realized that he could probably out last Fili and Kili when it comes to talking for great lengths and his hilarities. Something I did not think at all possible. He talked nearly the whole day, stopping to only to take puffs out of his pipe. He told great tales and silly stories to literally anyone who would listen.

‘‘If I’m not back in 5 minutes, she called, just wait a little longer.” Behind us, I heard Bifur ask him something in Khuzdul. “Oh No, Bifur I’m afraid, they are still waiting on her.”

After a bit, I noticed a small squeaking noise, turning around I noticed Bifur holding a mechanical toy.

“Tinkers, and Toy-makers.” Balin’s word’s that night came rushing back to me at that moment as my jaw drop slightly in awe.

Noticing my stare, Bifur smiled proudly as he lifted up his work for me to see. It was a small, metal bird and even with the distance between us, I could make out all the small details of feathers in the wings and beast. He pulled on the string that hung down the middle of the bird’s body making the same small squeak, the wings began moving in a flapping motion. Bifur only left out a deep grunt at the noise and moved the toy back, murmuring to himself in Khuzdul again.

"Don't mind him." Spoke Bofur, who seemed to have watched the small encounter. **" He's just a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to his work. Now where was I- Oh Yes! Now that it's been 3 years since she left-.”

As the day continued I found myself stuck in another conversation. Oin and Gloin have probably been talking the entire day too but just mainly to each other so I hadn’t noticed till now.

As I listened in I realized their conversation was on the company’s medical supplies, Oin was concerned that he didn’t pack enough bandages for all the members of the company, having not expected 2 extras to join.

Digging through one of my satchels, I hooked it off Hithui’s saddle bag and I gently ushered her closer to the pair. Once in reaching distance I tapped the older dwarf on the shoulder.

He jumped slightly as he turned sharply in his sandals to look out at me, before he opened his mouth. I held out the small bag to him. Confused, he took it and moved around to take a peek inside.

Gasping softly, he looked back at me “Are you sure?” I nodded and held out my hand towards him and back to my chest in a slight bow.

“No no, Thank you L.D” Oin smiled softly before turning to his confused brother. He pulled out one of the many bandages that I had stored anyway over the years of my travels and smiled broadly.

“This should give us plenty.” Gloin’s eyes widened before looking back at me again, they then softened slightly before he began to crack a smile

“Aye, I guess we have to keep you around now.”

When Thorin finally called it for the night, I took a moment while everyone was setting up camp to check around for any wild game. Grabbing my bow and quiver, I made my way through the thick brush surrounding the brush. Turns out there is plenty of game around, and luckily enough I was able to snag a deer and a couple of rabbits.

I stringged up the rabbits through a rope and shrugged the deer over my shoulders and then started the trek back up towards the group.

When I finally made it back up towards the clearing, Ori noticed me immediately and brought me to the attention of the other’s.

“Mahal's Beam!” he jumped up from his spot “Look at all of that!” All eyes fell upon me as I lowered my head again to make sure my face was still hidden.

“By My Beard” gasped Dwalin as he moved to help carry the rabbits, grabbing them from my hand. “Where did ya get all of that?”

I stepped around him to bring the deer to the middle of the camp. I jokingly pointed over my shoulder at the opening into treeline where I came from. Causing laughter to spread through the group.

Bombur looked up at me even more shocked than Dwalin, once I made my way over to him. He then bends down to examine the deer, fingering the hole on the deer’s side.

"Well will you look at that! Now that's a deer." he spoke in a low baritone voice.

"Aye laddie that deer must weigh at least 2 of you!" cheered Bofur. The buck was one of the bigger ones I saw in the herd, a 5 point and from the ache in my back I have to say it was at least 67kgs. To express this I placed a hand down on his shoulder before holding my back with the other.

Now everyone tought that was hilarious, I even caught Bilbo chuckling to himself in the corner next to Gandalf. dipped my head in a shy attempt of brushing off their attention before I went to pull out my dagger to start skinning process for the rabbits.

"Oh, no, no! You have done more than enough for us, we can manage that at the very least." The older dwarf said assuredly while patting the smooth belly of the deer again.

I smiled before I dipped my head again in thanks, before heading back over to I laid some of my stuff out before I left, just on the edge of the camp, I was just close enough and just far enough away from all the others.

And while I watched them all go back to their destinated spots, I realized for the first time since leaving for the Shire, I started to feel relaxed.

Off to the side I heard Gandalf speak proudly to the others. "See! I told you there was more to our dear, L.D than meets the eye" I just happened to look over in time to meet his gaze. Winking at me, I could let out a small smile and shake my head at him.

At dinner, I was shot with even more thank you’s, and compliments. It was nice having them all thank me for such an easy thing. I have hunted plenty for myself and others and none of them have shown me such gratitude before.

"You did good, Cloak"

I was so deep in my thoughts and the food, that I didn't even realize who spoke till I saw the small smiles and side eyes from the others. Thorin was standing next to Bombur as the dwarf filled his bowl. He nodded back at me when I looked at him. Giving him a quick nod of acknowledgement, I had to look away.

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The next morning, everyone was in a far more cheery mood with all their bellies still full from the night before, and for the rest that got divided up for breakfast. I was surprised that none of them have fallen into a food enhanced deep sleep yet.

Today, I seemed to have been granted the opportunity to ride up closer to the front next to Balin. The old dwarf was clearly a kind one, as he offered up nothing more than caring words and simple small talk as we traveled along. Seeing as I could only nod and shake my head in response he never seemed upset by the silence. Dwalin, who rode out in front of us, even joined in ever so often into our limited conversation.

Even the cheery mood seemed to have reached Thorin, for smiled over his shoulder as he called for an early camp. As I dismounted Hithui, handing her off to a smiling Ori, I noticed a small burned down farmhouse that stood up on the hill. Gandalf noticed to and gestured for me to follow, I followed behind as he entered what seemed to be the doorway.

"A farmer and his family lived here." he whispered softly, I went to move my hand across one of the sooty planks of woods, it was still slightly warm to the touch.

"This place was only burned down yesterday," I whispered to Gandalf, as I showed him the ash on my fingers.

The old wizard turned to the company, who was busy setting up camp. "I think it best if we keep moving. The Hidden Valley is near-" he was quickly cut off by Thorin.

"I refuse to set foot in there," he growled .Frankly I didn’t want to go to Rivendell either but it was a good idea. I was shocked by how quick his reply was to Gandalf’s request.

Gandalf glared back . "I did not give you that map and key to-"

"I did not know they were yours to keep," Thorin snapped, glaring back at the wizard and that was the end of the discussion.

Gandalf huffed angrily to himself and he turned to head back back the path towards his horse. Bilbo looked up as he passed. "What's wrong? Gandalf? Where are you going?"

"To be alone with the only person who has sense in this company." he barked back angrily, Bilbo seeming shocked by Gandalf's harsh tone involuntarily took 2 steps back.

"Who?” the hobbit squeaked

"Myself, Mr. Baggins." With that I watched as my old friend and the only one who knew who I was ride away.

"Gloin, get a fire going," Thorin commanded, still very clearly irritated. I turned to face hi., just in time to see him turn to me. I threw my hands up in mock-surrendhim. I didn't want to be involved and moved to walk back down the hill towards the others. I heard him take a deep breath before he spoke.

“I didn’t mean to run him off.” Turning back to him, I nodded my head in an understanding, his shoulders shagged. Continuing back down the hill I moved to take my spot at the edge of the camp circle. Untucking my bedroll, I went ahead and laid down, looking up toward the sky just as the golden hour began to hit.

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Hello! Long time no see honey! I saw those hilarious Y/N headcanons you wrote for beenovel and I wanted to join the parade!

So firstly, I have this really weird habit of just,, accidentally calling people couple's nicknames. One of the most common is "Honey". I do it without even noticing because I'm often in a comforting or advice-giving role so it just comes out.

I like to imagine what the Fellowship or Company's reactions to that would be. Because I imagine that Dwarves wouldn't take nicknames too lightly and would see it as an honor or something, so to hear Y/N call them honey would probably be really flustering and confusing.

The Hobbits would probably just be really bashful or cheery about it. I can see Sam or Frodo blushing bright cherry red and Merry calling them nicknames back

Legolas would probably a little confused. I can see the tips of his ears going bright red and that's an adorable thought. Aragorn would probably just smile and chuckle a little bit. Boromir would be internally screaming because he doesn't know what they mean by that, but very flattered nonetheless. Maybe throwing back some cute or flirty remarks of his own.

What do you think (honey, haha)?

it’s so nice to hear from you! <3 and YES so glad to see you join the parade! i adore asks like this- thinking about it and writing them is so fun and i always love the lighthearted/funny/fluffy prompts! (btw im very touched that you found them hilarious hehe) so never hesitate to send them my way!

also before i start i just want to say YOU ARE MY FAVORITE TYPE OF PERSON!!! i adore being called pet names/endearments,, it makes my heart just melt- and honey is one of my favorites!!

i’m going to do the company because i do so love those dwarves (and hobbit!) ;)

i digress… onto the headcanons!

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how the company would react to being called pet names such as “honey”:

- thorin

does a massive double take

like a “are you talking to me?” kinda face

when you see this you lowkey get kinda scared so you start to apologize

“oh i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to, it just slipped out- forget i said that-”

until thorin cuts you off with a gruff “don’t trouble yourself over it”

and as he turns to walk away, you could have sworn you saw a blush covering his bearded cheeks and a small smile fighting to take over his face

- bilbo

literally turns bright red

his eyes get really big

shuffles his feet and avoids your eyes

cant help the smile that grows on his face

cant help but stare at you in wonder all day

because being called those sweet nicknames reminds him of his gentle late mother

and makes him feel treasured and special

- balin

gives you a bright smile

his eyes hold a twinkle

definitely has already been calling you things like “my dear” so you don’t sweat it

it kinda becomes like… you guys’ thing

“thanks gramps” (sometimes your nicknames are a bit more silly)

“of course my dear”

- dwalin

dwalin looks a bit constipated

he gets super red

definitely gets teased by fíli and kíli and you think that he is going to join in

but he growls at them to shut it

and when you look over shocked, he shrugs and gives you a sly wink

- óin

despite his hearing impairment, óin somehow manages to hear your embarrassing slip up

he studies you for a minute

and when he realizes you were being sincere and sweet he smiles at you fondly

- glóin

he is very drunk when this happens

and immediately bursts into tears and starts wailing about how “amad used to call me that, mahal rest her soul”

and you awkwardly side hug him and pat him on the head while he talks about what a sweet soul you are

- fíli

gives you a cocky smile and just winks at you over his shoulder

responds with his own endearment for you in khuzdul

- kíli

it’s interesting because his normally confident and outgoing personality completely disappears when being called sweet names

he gets all shy and blushy and stumbles over his words

he rubs the back of his head and steals glances at you, looking much younger than he normally is

you instantly feel the need to protect this sweet guy

and from then on you make sure to call him endearments as often as possible

just to see his adorable smile

- dori

dori is always taking care of everyone else so for you to be all comforting and sweet is weird for him

but weird in a good way

he really enjoys getting to feel like that, even for a second in passing

so, to thank you, he makes sure you get the best cup of tea that night

- nori

is shocked for a minute

but quickly covers it up with a cheeky wink as he slings an arm around your shoulders

and responds calling you “honey” back ;)

- ori

literally doesn’t know how to react

drops whatever is in his hands and looks like a deer in the headlights

he later bothers you about the meaning behind pet names and takes notes in his journal

when he says goodnight to you that evening, he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before he flees to his bedroll, his face bright red

- bifur

grunts happily with a smile on his face as he chirps happily in khuzdul and ruffles your hair

- bofur

not taken aback at all, though he is happily surprised

because it feels like a milestone in your friendship

he has been calling you pet names since like, the first day he met you (his favorite being “darlin’ ”)

- bombur

sweet guy becomes even more shy

he definitely calls you endearments too

you have basically been adopted and added to his massive brood of children

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For the mashuo fic: 42. The Big Damn Kiss with 55. Established Relationship uvu

Straight to fluff huh?

After months of travelling and fighting for their lives the company finally could rest. Well not exactly since their new old home needed a lot of work to be called home properly again. Thorin and his dwarves were more than willing to make this work. And a hobbit of course that now had the luck to call 'his'. Love was the last thing he expected to find in the quest but here they were, closer than ever after much talking and words and actions of forgiveness. Thorin wanted more than anything to make Bilbo happy as Bilbo wanted the same for Thorin. Truly, their bond was strong and their courting guaranteed to succeed.

Only if Thorin wasn't a coward.

Because he was. Although there were all the signs of Bilbo having the same feelings and desires as him (and Bilbo had reassured him about that many times already) he couldn't be sure that this happiness would last. It was too much for someone like him and sure life would show him its ugly side again. But the hobbit made him wanting to believe in his happiness too and fight for it. And he never backed out from a battle.

One important step in dwarven courting was the kiss or at least a demonstration of mutual affection in front of the people to make their love known to the community, a part of it and not something to hide. With time the tradition asked only for a kiss (at first it could be even a hug or braiding hair and wouldn't that be fortunate for Thorin since he already did hug Bilbo, of course not under these circumstances but details). And it's not like they had never kissed, no of course not. Since their first kiss after Thorin waking up (and how desperate but soft it was and how it tasted salty because of their combined tears the dwarf will never forget it) many more came but always in private. The hobbit was sensitive on this topic and that was another reason why Thorin was so anxious about this tradition. Will Bilbo hate it? Will Bilbo regret the courting? So many fears and stress in a burdened mind.

Bilbo knew about the kiss. Balin had informed him in details all the courting traditions of dwarrow and Thorin himself answered him any additional questions he had (although many of them had made the king blink in confusion as it never occurred him why or he had even forgotten many of the traditions- he never believed he would ever use them but jokes on him now as he's betrothed to the most curious man he ever met). However, the fact that he was aware of it didn't mean he would be in favour of it. His One was a self-contradictory character and it would be a grave mistake to assume anything about him.

Today it was a day for celebration, a feast for the dwarves of Ered Luin who had finally returned home. One of them was Princess Dis of course who became surprisingly close to Bilbo and after being reassured of his character and purposes, she gladly welcomed him in the family and called him 'brother'. The hobbit had teared but blamed the dust and left searching for a handkerchief. Thorin was beyond moved with his sister's warm reaction and his beloved's happiness. Which is why she pressured him more than anyone to finally do the damn kiss now that all the dwarves were here and would have no other option than to accept the hobbit. Easier said than done.

The dishes were about to be served, music stopped so the King could give his speech, with his family and betrothed of course next to him. The speech was long for everyone's taste (Thorin thought was a decent length) and when finally finished everyone stared at the royal couple, waiting. Like the ravens stared at your hand waiting for their food. Like Thorin wasn't nervous enough.

As seconds passed the atmosphere became more and more awkward, as well as Dis' frown and Thorin's sweat. Now it would be a good time for an army of orcs to attack or elves! He would accept elves even!

His torture ended when Bilbo held his hands gently and stood up to face Thorin and give him a reassuring smile. And as this loving face approached him more and more that's all Thorin needed to lower a bit and finally let their lips met.

He expected a soft, chaste kiss and be done with it but once again realized that it was a grave mistake to assume anything from this creature. The kiss became more and more deep, hot and passionate as Blibo's tongue searched for his and the smaller hands hold tightly the larger and made small caressing on his knuckles. For everyone else it looked like the king gave a loving kiss to his future consort but for Thorin felt like he was a prey, captured and slowly consumed by his perpetrator.

Not that he minded in the slightest.

The kiss ended and the crowd claooed and the feast continued as it should, with dishes and drinks served and music covered the laughs and cheers of the people.

Thorin's face became even redder as Bilbo, having the same shade of red on his cheeks, reached to whisper in his ear. "For more you have to wait later. Without all these prying eyes."

And if the royal couple left earlier than usual, no one bit an eye and continued the feast until morning. As Thorin and Bilbo did too.

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I'll give up my kingdom for you

Hello darling! Thank you so so much for the offer to write me something, that absolutely means the world to me. Could you please write something about Fili or one of the lotr men (Aragorn, Faramir, Eomer, your choice) caring for their chronically ill s/o post-surgery. Not only am I getting surgery, but I'm also pretty ill as-is, so I need to rest a lot and take it easy. If you have any questions about symptoms or anything feel free to message me hun. Thanks so much, I hope you're doing really well!

For: @tolkien-fantasy

Fili x reader

As soon as Fili heard about  his love being sick. He dropped what he was doing  immediately, heading  back to their chambers where she was laid up in bed. knowing that she had her jaw surgery the next day that wasn't going to stop him from being there for his love. He was taking care of her the best he could Fili did everything she wanted or needed whether it was getting her some food or any type of medicine or just giving her cuddles whatever she wanted he was trying to get her to be as comfortable as possible to not worry about the surgery "fili I'm fine you  don't have to  do this you kingdom needs  you" y/n said  as he  wrapped his arms around her  so carefully. "They can wait, I'm not going anywhere. I'm sure Thorin can handle this by himself. Besides What's a king without his Queen? I would give my entire Kingdom to be with you. Now you need to rest. If you need anything I'll be right here"

~Post surgery~

Fili and Kili waited outside for hours, Fili was worried out of his mind about his wife until his little brother came over and reassured him that everything would be fine and that y/n is in good hands. His brother was right he had nothing to worry about but it's still worried him he couldn't lose her without her he wouldn't know what to do not too long after one of the doctors came out same that the surgery went extremely well but nothing was damaged that everything was perfectly fine an update could see her but to keep quiet if she was still asleep fili  bolted in as soon as the doctor said that they could see her his little brother on the other hand did not get the idea to just run off to the room the youngest durin son thanked the doctor  and  heads to tell the others she's ok that way would give the both of them time together fili rushed into see her sleeping figure in the bed not long after she woke up she turned her head to see him sitting there he smiled noticing that she woke up kissing the top of her head and then her hand she tried to move but was in too much pain and you stopped her from trying to sit up anymore "don't love  your  going to hurt yourself" "I need some water" she wrote down  on the notepad beside  her he nods getting up and getting her some water she takes the glass from him drinking it. He  takes  it once she's done. 

~coming home ~

It has been a few days since the surgery and everything has been going very well and y/n I was able to go home fili picture of carrying her as best as he could she did try protesting moving her hands to push him away because she  couldn't talk but he was not having any of it "as long as I'm here and your recovering I'll carry you" he said as he entered the little cottage that was right outside of Erebor taking her and laying her down to bed every so often the others from the company would check in on her every once in awhile Kili would bring her flowers bombur would make pies and even Bilbo would come and bring her some herbs that he knew would help her with the pain for her recovery. Every night Fili made bone broth  or any type of liquid that she could  have so she didn't have to get up and hurt herself. All he wanted her to do is rest. "I'll make your broth so  you don't have to amralime" he said, kissing  her cheek sweetly and cooked the bone broth like Bombur showed him. That night they enjoyed  the presence of each other reminiscing on old times  and childhood  memories, all of the memories which were from both her writing it down on paper and even the memories that they had together and he didn't care what he did as long as  she was by his side.

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Nr 47 for Bagginshield sounds very interesting if it hasn't been done already, please and thank you🫣💖

Ok, so this prompt turned out longer than I originally anticipated. It was also a little bit of a challenge so thank you for sending it!! It's a little angsty but kissing out of spite is an angsty prompt!

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He threw the meeting door open to leave the room. His feet could not carry him away fast enough. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs. He heard the door get pushed open behind him and briefly considered slipping on his magic ring. 

“Laddie, he didn't mean it like that! You have to know how delicate all of this is!” It wasn't like Balin to trip over his words, so he was sure now that he had not been in on the announcement. 

“He meant exactly what he said. He always means exactly what he says. Having me in Erebor is too much of a complication.” 

“He didnae say that.” Balin tried to counter. Bilbo stopped and whirled on him. 

“He might as well have! When Gandalf announced he was heading back over the mountains and would escort me back home, what did Thorin say?” There was nothing but silence from the old advisor. “What did he say, Balin!” He had long abandoned his willingness to stay calm. He was shaking with rage and hurt beyond words. 

“He said that would be for the best.” 

“That’s right, he did.” Bilbo walked away, and Balin did not follow. He closed the door of his room and screamed. He screamed so loud he was sure they could hear it in Dale. He had been deluding himself this entire time into thinking there was more. He really could have sworn they had gotten closer. They took meals together and smoked together. Thorin had gone out of his way to make him comfortable, even going so far as to make him a new armchair that put his at home to shame. He thought Thorin might even offer to let him stay. He hoped it with everything he had. The Shire didn't feel like home anymore, not when his heart rested in the mountain, even now as shattered as it was. There were hints the last week of this happening. They had stopped sharing as many meals, and Thorin stopped seeking him out before meetings or in the library. What had he done wrong?

He started to pack his things immediately. He wouldn't stay a moment longer than he needed to. Twenty minutes passed, and there was a knock at the door. 

“Leave. I don’t feel like company.” He heard footsteps retreat, and a part of him resented that they didn't even try. 

“We need to talk.” Thorin’s voice said clear as day from behind him. Bilbo nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“How did you get in here!” He gasped and stumbled back. Thorin surged forward to help him but thought better of it halfway through the reaction. 

“Our rooms are connected through a door in the kitchen,” Thorin stated plainly. 

“I-I never noticed a door in there.” Bilbo cursed dwarves and their invisible doors but recovered. “What do you want, Thorin.” 

“Someone said they heard you scream. I wanted to make sure you were okay. Y-your packing?” Thorin was standing stiff as a board; his words came through gritted teeth. 

“Of course, I’m packing. You just offloaded your burden onto the wizard. I won't stay longer than I’m welcome. I’ll stay in Dale tonight, then with the Elves until Gandalf is ready to depart.” Even he knew that mentioning the elves was a low blow. The elvish ambassadors always made it a point to remark on how well taken care of he would be in Eryn Lasgalen and over inquired about his safety in the mountain. Right now, he wanted Thorin to hurt as much as he did.  

“If you stay another day, Gloin can prepare some of your share of the treasure for you.” Thorin’s entire being seemed to be shrouded in shadow. His hair hung heavy over his shoulders, and his eyes looked like there were deep circles under them from days without sleep. He had noticed it in the meeting, but now they seemed to sink into his face. 

 “I don't want a single coin from you! Not one piece of it!” The words carefully and not at all accidentally chosen had the same effect as a slap to the kings face. Bilbo hated himself for hurting Thorin in his pain. He wanted to apologize immediately and leave on better terms, but he had no idea how to at this point, so he didn't. His bag was now packed. He didn't take anything with him that he had accumulated in the last three months except a few mementos from the company, Sting, and the Mithril shirt tucked away at the bottom of his bag. He walked to the door, passing Thorin, and turned to him. This would be the last time he got the chance to do this, then it would be a lifetime of what-ifs. So why not. He walked over to him and yanked him down rather harshly until their lips met. He felt Thorin gasp against him and freeze. His lips felt warm and chapped, and by the lady's green garden, why did he do this? Because all he would ever want was this feeling again. They say love drives you to do crazy things, but so does spite. “I hate you for making me fall in love with you…you…bastard.” The words came out watery and much less harsh than he meant for them to be.  

He didn't have the chance to move a single step before Thorin seized him. Ice went through him. He had done it. He had finally, truly set off that electric temper the king was so well known for. He felt his bag pushed off his shoulders as Thorin cradled his back and head. The second kiss was so much more than the first. Thorin held nothing back. He devoured Bilbo’s mouth, plundering it like it was the difference between living and dying. It was not gentle; it was desperate. 

“How could you do that to me?” Thorin sounded truly hurt. His eyes were glistening with tears as he struggled to verbalize his thoughts. “I knew you were stubborn, but I did not think you so cruel as to reveal this to me now and try and turn to leave.” Thorin was now holding Bilbo’s head in his hands, his face wild with sorrow. 

“You wanted me to leave! You practically pushed me into Gandalf's hands! Don't pretend you love me now after that.” Bilbo took several steps back, and Thorin’s hands fell limply at his side. 

“I did that because what other choice did I have? I want you, but I can not have you! The moment I laid hands on you my right to your heart was forfeit by the laws of my people. It is against our law to even ask for it! I can't keep living like this knowing you are so near yet so far away. It’s like torture, Bilbo! How long until someone else catches your eye? I can't watch that happen! Watching you share your private moments… your body… Your love with someone that isn't me. I would rather shore all the hair on my body and cast myself upon my blade.” He meant it. Bilbo could tell he meant every word of it. The way he was standing and the tone of his voice, Thorin Oakenshield was not a dwarf built for lies. Bilbo stagged backward until he bumped into the frame of the bed. 

“You… love me? But wait, you said… it’s illegal to be with me?” His brain felt fried. He was trying so hard to make sense of the information laid at his feet. “Wait, but I wronged you as well! I was technically an enemy of Erebor when you… when that happened. Surely that explanation is enough! Did you even think to try and work around this, or was casting me away your first solution!” The confusion had not extinguished his anger, but there was not nearly as much power behind it now. 

“I didn't know that you wanted me in any way more than a friend. I had not dared hope, and the part of me that did hoped I wasn't forgiven. Am I forgiven?” Thorin looked so hopeful. The dark circles under his eyes only make the blue of his irises bright with life and pain. All the anger, all the vitriol left him like a tidal wave. He took a step forward, and his legs buckled underneath him. Thorin caught him and cradled him against his chest.

“I forgive you. Of course, I forgive you, you fool.”  

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Fun kissing prompt game to be found here!

also to the Anon who gave me the jealousy prompt. I did not forget you. You gave me my all-time favorite trope and therefore I am incapable of writing less than 1500 words for it.