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The Aftermath (CARE FOR SERIES)

Pair: Thorin Oakenshield x Healer!Reader (a pretty short human one too lol) A/N: The fight for Erebor is finally over! The war has been won! However as the mountain and the town of Dale begin to thrive once more, our couple are more apart than ever before, and Thorin is keen for answers. Will they allow themselves the joy of not only peace, but love? Genre: Bouts of angst, but also lots and lots of fluff that we’ve ALL been waiting for (including me), and some good ol’ smut! Warning: brief mentions of abuse/torture, smut (not heavy smut but still a warning just in case) animal death (one hunting scene nothing too details or gorey but just in case) PREVIOUS (The Light Within)

Six months had passed since what was now called the Battle of the Five Armies, inked into the fresh pages of books, told by spokespeople in Dale and within the halls of Erebor. As the dwarves began to return to their mountain and build anew, celebrations began, the ale flowed and rich foods ladled over rows and rows of tables with joyful music ringing through the grand halls of the mountain.

And yet all the while, Thorin, the King to the throne of Erebor, dressed in the finest of furs and sat with food barely touched, could not find it in his heart to celebrate. Not when the woman he longed for was no longer by his side.

The days that followed the end of the war were a blur of pain. He vaguely remembered Kili calling your name from afar. 

It was only after he had substantially recovered that he was informed by his youngest nephew of what had occurred between Y/N and the dwarf who had guarded his door. He did not resist dealing the appropriate punishment to them. 

With Oin being firm in stressing his need for rest and proper recovery, Thorin had sent members of the company, either alone or in pairs, to look in search of her, to bring her back to him. All returning with no such luck. 

And though the duties of being King rested heavily on his shoulders more than ever before, his thoughts often still drifted to her. Her wonderful laugh that had his heart soaring, her glowing smile that had long ago captured his heart, her kindness, her bravery. Her stubbornness matched his own. How all he wished was to up and leave to find her, and somehow encourage her to return to his side—

'Thorin?'

He turned towards Balin who sat on his right, his face drawn in concern.

'Are you all right laddie? You've barely eaten anything tonight and been quiet.'

'Have a lot on my mind is all Balin. Nothing to worry about,' Thorin said with a forced smile, taking a long sip from his ale.

'You'd think with the war over you wouldn't have too much on your mind.' Dwalin piped up from next to his brother, stabbing into the meat on his plate. 

'Unlike you Dwalin I have a kingdom to take care of. My mind will never settle.' Balin quickly spoke up. 'Be that as it may, you should take the time to celebrate your victories my King. After all you have fought for you deserve this more than anyone else.' 

Seeing Dwalin had turned to other conversation, Thorin muttered quietly, 'I cannot celebrate when I have not undone all my wrongdoings... I cannot celebrate with who I truly wish for most.' 

Balin halts mid-mouthful, quickly putting down his cutlery. 'Thorin we have looked high and low for that lass and sent the best trackers after her. If she wished to be found we would have found her by now.' 

The King slammed his fist down onto the table angrily. 'It's not good enough!' 

There was a dreadfully long pause between them, thankfully no attention drawn away from the merriment as the crowd continued to drink, laugh and dance. 

He sighed heavily, turning back to his advisor. 'I'm sorry Balin, I did not mean that.'

'It's quite all right laddie. All I wish to say is that maybe we let her have her peace. It's the very least she deserves.' 

Without another word, Balin turned back to his plate, continuing to eat quietly. Thorin sighs heavily, nails digging into the wood of the table. His thoughts wandered once more to Y/N, and then it struck him. 

He shot to his feet, shocking those around him as he left the table without a word, ignoring those who called out after him as he left the Great Hall. 

Making his way to where the ravens roosted, he knew there was one person whom he could summon for assistance.

Gandalf trudged through the grand marble halls of Erebor, led by Dwalin and Kili through the mountain city. He had received an urgent letter by raven requesting his presence with the King

'Do you have any clue of why I was summoned?' The wizard addressed Kili who shook his head. 'No Gandalf! It was a surprise to see you at the gate! I'm guessing that it's business to only do with Uncle.'

'Which is what I'm afraid of ...' He grumbled quietly to himself.

After moving through multiple winding corridors and staircases, he was led into a small but lavish study. The walls were lined with bookcases filled with books, an oak carved table and matching chairs fitted with red velvet cushions sat in the middle of the room while a roaring fireplace warmed the room.

Just as the elderly wizard made himself comfortable at the table, the large doors opened revealing King Thorin.

'Gandalf, I apologise if I've kept you waiting,' The King called out, shutting the doors behind him before entering the room.

'Not at all Thorin! Or should I say your Majesty?' Gandalf jested to which Thorin chuckled.

'That is not needed here between us Gandalf,' he said as he sat himself down at the other end of the table, 'I know my request for your visit was sudden, and I'm aware that I've already asked plenty from you during our travels. But I needed to attend to a matter of urgency that I believed required your expert hand.'

'Oh? And what might that be?'

Thorin sighed. 'I need your assistance in finding Y/N.'

Gandalf's eyebrows raise ever so slightly. 'Oh? Is that so?'

'Don't play coy with me Gandalf. I've been told that you were seen taking her away from Erebor while I was injured. I've been searching and searching, and I haven't found her. All I want ... All I want is to see her again.'

Gandalf took a moment to take in Thorin's appearance. Though he carried himself with confidence, he could see the pain in the King's eyes, the longing. Dark shadows creased beneath his eyes, jaw tight and locked.

'You must understand something Thorin. Y/N has survived through what one could only describe as the depths of hell, and very lucky to have returned. There isn't a day that goes by that she fights to keep the peace she has built for herself. A peace that she lost long ago, and I'm not talking about a place to call home,' Gandalf places his fingertips to his temple. 'But here, and when she feels endangered, she will linger no longer than she needs to.'

At his words, Thorin couldn't help but think back to their journey together. The way she flinched at loud noises, when her grip would tighten on her sword when overwhelmed, how at peace she was in silence when they all had sat upon the boat to Lake Town. His eyes flickered back to Gandalf as he continued.

'If she wishes to remain alone, I ask not only as your friend but also as her Guardian, that you leave her be.'

Immediately the King felt anger swell within him, the impending roar to command his authority. But as the thought of Y/N swept over his mind, the anger dulled, instead understanding overwhelmed him.

For so long he had only wished for peace away from the kingdoms, away from responsibility. He knew what that longing was like. It was the feeling he felt when he saw her among the company. Her gentle yet fierce nature, a beacon of hope so bright within the darkness that seeped into all of their lives. If anything it would kill him to take that feeling away from her.

Thorin stood to his feet and found himself in front of Gandalf, kneeling (as best he could with his newfound injuries) before him. 'As King, I swear to you.'

The old wizard chuckled, resting his hand on Thorin's shoulder with a firm squeeze, 'Come now my friend, there is no need for all this. We must make our move swiftly and without further hesitation.'

The sun shone down through the thick forests to the West of Erebor, the rustling of leaves moving in the wind, the echo of a stream rolling over rocks nearby, the singing of birds and deers grazing across the hills of rolling green.

All the while, Y/N made sure each step she took was as quiet as possible, avoiding any fallen logs or sticks before hunching down.

The stag she had been tracking for quite some time had come to a halt, grazing at the tall grass.

Pushing the single braided parting behind her ear, she quietly grabbed an arrow from the sheath that hung from her shoulder and pulled it taut in the bow that had hung at her side. And with careful, even perfect precision, as the stag raised its head, she let the arrow fly and hit the stag which immediately fell, twitching before going still.

With a sigh of relief and a smile of victory, she rushed over, first making sure that the animal was no longer suffering before pulling the arrow free from its side. Wrapping the animal up carefully, she shrugged it over the back of her horse, Shadow, a black stallion that she had tied to a tree not too far away. Making sure the animal was secure, Y/N took Shadow by the reigns and led him back onto the forest path.

Soon she found herself in familiar sights, turning off onto a small path leading to a small stone cottage by the lakeside surrounded by blooming white daisies. A vegetable patch had been put together at the front, the first signs of growing carrots peaking from beneath the earth, bright strawberries and raspberries sprouting from bushes to Y/N's delight, growing plentifully in the new season.

This was her new home.

She pulled her horse into the small stable which she had recently finished constructing. After removing the saddle and gear she gave Shadow a quick brush down.

'Thank you girlie, you did well today,' She whispered, giving it one last pat before filling up the horse's bucket with some of the freshly picked carrots from earlier that day. She couldn't help but smile as the horse's head disappeared into the bucket immediately, devouring its treat.

With a huff, she picked up the stag and began to carry it to the front of the cottage, only coming to a quick halt at the sight of the door standing ajar. She most definitely locked it before leaving on her hunt.

Immediately she dropped the stag to the ground, pulling her sword from her hip before pushing forward, kicking the door open. With a quick scan of the room, she found nothing amiss, nothing moved - nothing astray.

'My girl put that away!'

She couldn't help the scream that left her, turning to find Gandalf sitting in the armchair by the fireplace which had only moments ago been empty.

'Gandalf! How many times have I told you to inform me of your arrival! You always have some way of frightening me,' She screeched, angrily putting her sword back in its sheath.

'And where is the fun in that Y/N?' The elder chuckled as she brought the stag into the house, placing it in a corner of the room where she butchered her hunt.

Y/N rolled her eyes, unable to help chuckling, moving towards the kitchens putting a kettle on the stove. 'What brings you here Gandalf? Your letters made me think I wouldn't see you for a while!'

She heard him sigh heavily, hearing the creak of the chair as he stood to his feet, 'Well I've travelled quite the ways to see you. From Erebor.'

'Oh?' Y/N said, keeping her back to the wizard, hiding her shock. 'Royal business I'm assuming.'

'Yes, actually having to do with you my dear.'

'With me? What do you mean ––'

The crash of pots broke the heavy silence that followed, having slipped from Y/N's hand. She had turned back to face the wizard, only to see the one dwarf she had hoped not to see again standing behind him. Dressed in his old travelling clothes, familiar from their journey shared together, his hair down and rippling over his shoulders.

Y/N huffed. 'Gandalf ––'

'My dear ––'

'You promised!' She gasped, stepping back into the counter, gripping and digger her nails into it. 'You promised me you would never let him know.'

'I know,' Gandalf said as he stepped up to her, pulling her hands away from the counter into his own, feeling them shake within his hold. 'And I'm sorry. But you know as well as I that you will regret letting him go if you don't at least give him a chance.'

Before the fear over took her he gently placed kiss to her forehead, whispering, 'Be brave, little one, and use the second chance you were blessed with.'

Y/N looked up at Gandalf as he gave her one last smile before leaving her side. After grabbing his staff and hat, he gave Thorin a nod before closing the cottage door behind him.

The silence that ensued was deafening, almost choking the air within the cottage. Y/N's eyes looked everywhere but at Thorin, trying to calm herself.

But Thorin's gaze had never moved from her. It had been so long since he had seen her. The way the sun fell through the window behind her made her shine like a star, and he couldn't help but be mesmerised by her beauty.

'A lovely home you've built Y/N, and all by yourself?'

She glanced towards him, nodding silently, muttering to himself, 'Beautiful.'

As he looked around the room, Y/N took the chance to take him in. She noticed the healed scarring on his face from the war, as well as the cane that he kept at his side putting his weight against it. It seemed he carried more than mere scars from the battle against Azog.

With a sigh, she turned to him, 'Thorin ––'

'If I may speak,' He cut across her quickly. Only when she nodded he moved slowly to her side. 'I understand you ran from Erebor after an incident occurred during my injury.'

'Thorin ––'

'Please Y/N.'

She squeezed her eyes shut, falling silent once more.

'I know why you left. You sought out the one person you knew who would bring you safety and that was yourself. The person you've had to rely on for so many years. I wasn't present in that moment to contend with your fears ... I wish to be someone you could confine in and trust.'

He reached carefully towards her, and when she didn't flinch, he gently caressed her hand. Staring down at this, unable to resist Y/N intertwined their hands together. When she looked up she found Thorin staring past her eyes, his other hand now running across the braid that hid behind her ear still held together by a very familiar bead. His branded bead.

'You still wear it ...'

She smiled. 'Why wouldn't I? Just because I left doesn't mean my heart changed.'

The next few hours flew by. Thorin had helped Y/N skin and prep the stag which she made into a rich stew filled with vegetables from her garden and along with freshly toasted golden bread pulled from the oven. They barely spoke throughout but worked with few words exchanged.

It was after the meal had been devoured, the red wine that Thorin had brought along in his pack was poured and they sat warming by the fireplace that Y/N spoke.

'I know Gandalf already told you most of the story, about my family and all that. I was captured by the orcs and kept under their watch. They enjoyed having a human prisoner for entertainment in their encampment,' She muttered as she fiddled with the dents in her cup. 'But when the fear faded the numbness seeped in and then the anger followed. All I could think about was my family, each of them struck down and for what? Bloodlust? Such a waste ...' 

She lost herself in the flames that climbed across the logs within the fireplace, tears brimming in her eyes. Thorin sighed heavily before placing his hand gently upon hers. Y/N gasped softly at his touch, pulling herself from her thoughts. She squeezed his hand firmly in return. 

'Their faces were ingrained in my mind every day through every lashing, every beating, and every shaming. It fuelled me to do more … to observe, listen and eventually scrape my way to make an escape.'

As silence ensued, Thorin took her in carefully. Her eyes became glazed, lost in the depths of her mind, her memories a prison of pain and destruction. He knew that spiral all too well.

'I lost my younger brother Frerin during the great war against the orcs and Azog. Happened to be the last of the battles that occurred,' He uttered.

Y/N's head shot up in shock. He smiled sadly.

'He had rushed Azog alongside my father. In the tussle, he and his men got separated and pushed back into the woods that circled Moria. It was days later that I found him by the edge of Mirrormere Lake,' His expression became grim, grip tightening around her hand briefly, 'He was face down, eyes gouged, choked on his own blood. I'll never forget the way the blood soaked the earth and stained the waters, the stench of death was .... inescapable. With the weight of my father and brother's death, I was forced to pick up the pieces of my family and people when all I wanted was to kill. To lose myself to darkness and never turn back.'

Thorin's gaze flickered towards the flames within the fireplace. 'I built a wall of stone around my heart because I found that with love comes the greatest price of all. One day we'll lose it, no matter how hard we try we will lose it in some way. That all changed ...'

Y/N's head tilted with curiosity, 'What changed?'

Thorin turned back to her, gulping heavily. 'You came along.'

Y/N couldn't help the gasp that left her lips. He abandoned his cup on the side table to turn his body towards hers, still grasping her hand in his own tightly. 'I know that this scares you Amrâlimê, and to be truthful, I also am frightful. But I just want you to know that not a day goes by where I don't love you and never will stop.'

His words went straight to the pit of her stomach, heat spreading throughout her body like the bowels of a cauldron. Thorin's hand remained in hers, but there was an urgency in the way his fingers tightened around her. Though his eyes have a certain gentleness, there is also something else. A simmering hunger filled with a deep intensity, and before she could say another word, she pushed her lips to his.

Thorin growled against her mouth like a hungry animal satiated yet tempted for more, returning the kiss fiercely and pulling Y/N in close by her hips. Without hesitation, she sat in his lap wrapping her arms around his neck, running her fingertips through his hair.

Clothes are hurriedly stripped away, and when Thorin tosses her tunic aside, he notices the scars that littered Y/N's body, some areas of skin puckered red from the wounds that still healed.

When she noticed his gaze hovering around her body, she couldn't help bringing her arms up to cover herself but he stopped her, grabbing her wrists.

'No don't. You’re a sight to behold, you are ... ethereal,' He muttered, bringing her to stand between his legs, pressing a kiss to her sternum, hands running gently down her back and hips, coming up to caress her breasts. A stuttered gasp left Y/N, head falling back as he pressed kisses upon her breasts, the feeling of his rough hands sending sparks across her body. 

'Oh Thorin,' She breathed, tugging him to his feet before kissing him firmly. His kisses changed, heated, firm and responding with equal fervor. His hands moved below his thighs, lifting her with quick ease before laying her down on the furs before the fireplace.

However, she was quick to roll him onto his back, unable to stop the laugh that escaped her at the brief shock on his face. Thorin was quick to rise and capture her lips once more, smiling against them.

Y/N reached down gripping his cock before sinking down onto him slowly. Both of them gasped against each other's mouths at the sensation, Thorin wrapping his arms around to bring you close, chest to chest, nothing more left between them.

They move together in the throes of passion, hips slapping against one another, sweaty, warm skin, his hands squeezing her hips. She allowed herself to fall against him, forehead pressed to his shoulder as she shuddered in pleasure.

Through the haze, Thorin raised his hips, fucking her deeper, her moans louder before he silenced her with a firm kiss. It's almost too soon that he finds himself strung tight, close to the edge.

She arches against him, chasing the rising tide within her. 'Don’t stop,' she pants, her voice a shaky breathless plea.

Y/N leant forward, hands pressed to his chest, nails digging into his skin as she swiveled her hips harder, Thorin grabbing a handful of your ass. She cries out, eyes rolling back as she collapses against him shakily. He follows quickly behind, burying his cock deep inside her.

In that moment the world faded away, and it was just the two of them. The sounds of heavy breathing and the hiss of fire upon wood filled the air. The broad daylight pouring through the windows had dimmed with the setting of the sun, leaving the room with a peach glow.

Thorin ran his hand through her hair, pushing it away from her face. He kissed her cheek, then down her neck, to her shoulder. She trembled against him, her hands wrapped around his shoulders.

Lifting her face, she met Thorin's gaze to find him already watching her, pressing his forehead against hers.

'Amrâlimê, my dearest, my fierce heart,' He said between kisses which he placed along her face, lifting her chin gently to kiss Y/N's lips gently. 'Mine'

Y/N smiled against the corner of his lips, pressing another firm kiss to his lips. 'Yours.'

​FINAL CHAPTER (At Last) CARE FOR TAG LIST:  @alyhull , @bellastellaluna​ , @sdavid09​ , @aidanturnersass​ , @letsbeinspiredby​ , @hiddenmangaka​ , @female-hux​ , @elia-the-bibliophile​ , @fangirlbitch02​ @nickangel13​ @thatteluguchick​

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Familia Cuddles

This is a request for @bunson-burner they asked for a Bilbo and a fem reader family member. Where hobbits cuddle a lot and the Dwarves think they are married instead of family. And confusion abounds. Plus the hobbits have tails.

Alright so, sorry that this took as long as it did. I rewrote it like several times before I liked it. I truly hope you like it and that it is what you were after.

Warnings: No warnings

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You and Bilbo had been with the dwarves for a while now, they appeared to have gotten use to your tails which was good considering the initial reaction they each had. Not many outside of hobbits knew that the peaceful race all had tails, they weren’t all the same they ranged from rabbit like tails to more feline ones like you and Bilbo had. Some even had more bird like tails but those were rare. Though so too were the feline tails that were more akin to big cats rather then small domestic ones. You and Bilbo both had tails that could have easily belonged to a large cat that made it’s home in the mountains, they were sleek and strong, the fur matching the colour of your hair. Bilbo’s a gorgeous golden colour and yours a little darker in hue.

It had taken a while for the dwarves you accompanied to get used to seeing your tails, Ori had had an endless number of questions regarding them but once you and Bilbo had mentioned that most of the answers weren’t something that could be shared outside the race of hobbits he had stopped. Though Bilbo had been happy to discuss certain aspects of the tails, such as the fact that only family and loved ones were allowed to help groom and touch the tails, which apparently the dwarves shared in regards to their hair and beards. Ori had grown curious when you had added that a hobbit’s hair wasn’t held in the same regard and anyone could touch a hobbits hair but the hair on a hobbits feet was also special.

You had caught the younger dwarves Fili and Kili whispering amongst themselves sometimes but had decided to ignore it, you focused mostly on Bilbo trying to make sure he was okay. You had been the one to convince him to come, for he knew you couldn’t be convinced to leave the dwarves to their adventure to take back their home and there was no way he could leave you alone with them. He was no longer like he was when you two were children, he was more frightful now. Too use to the comforts your home had given the both of you.

“Y/N, would you be able to help Bombur with supper tonight?” Balin asked as he came to a stop beside the two hobbits. He stared for a moment, taking in how you were slowly helping Bilbo pick out grass seeds from the hair on his feet while he was doing the same to your tail. His own tail seemed to be wrapped around your waist.

“Oh of course,” you smiled up at the gentle old dwarf. “Give me a moment, I am nearly finished and then I’ll go and wash up.”

“Thank you, Bombur is still getting everything ready and waiting on the lads to come back with some rabbits,” Balin smiled before walking away to join his brother and Thorin as they looked over a map of the area.

“They seem rather cosy,” Dwalin muttered pointing his chin at the two hobbits who now were smiling gently at each other as Bilbo’s tail slowly unwrapped itself from around the hobbit lass’ waist as she wondered off towards the river near their camp to clean up. “They would do well to keep such things more private.”

“I agree, he should have left her at home,” Thorin added on. “A soft hobbit is enough to have to keep an eye on but a hobbit lass? She’ll merely be a distraction, the road is no place for a wife.”

Fili and Kili chose that moment to walk in past their uncle, they shared a look at the mention of a wife. They had of course had a theory that Y/N was Bilbo’s wife what with how much they groomed each other’s tails and feet, not to mention how much they cuddled during the night. Of course the dwarves huddled together when they slept when it was cold but the hobbits cuddled before sleep and it hadn’t gotten cold enough for the families to huddle together.

“Mr Boggins must really not want to be without his wife if he was willing to bring her along on a dangerous quest,” Kili muttered.

“Perhaps it is the other way around, she appears to be tougher than her husband,” Fili countered.

“What are you two conspiring about?” Bombur asked suspiciously as the two of them handed over the rabbits they had managed to capture.

“Who says we are conspiring, Mr Bombur?” Fili asked eyebrow raised.

“And when are you not?” Bombur countered. “When you two lads are whispering together it means nothing good.”

The two young dwarves rolled their eyes at the big cook, opening their mouths to continue arguing when they saw you coming up behind Bombur.

“Oh that’s an amazing number of rabbits the two of you managed to get,” you smiled so sweetly at the two dwarves that felt themselves melt a little. Your tail was swishing behind you in excitement. “Thank you for your hard work out there boys.”

“Of course Mrs Baggins,” Fili grinned bowing a little.

“Mrs-?” you started confused but before you could ask Fili the two dwarves had wondered off leaving you standing next to Bombur who only shook his head when you turned to him.

“Ignore them, little lass,” he smiled at you. “Would you mind skinning these or would you rather cut the few vegetables we have?”

“I believe it is my turn to skin them,” you said taking the rabbits from him and the offered knife to skin and gut the rabbits.

 Bombur smiled as he watched you get to work, himself and his brother and cousin had taken the most liking to you and Bilbo, apart from Ori of course. You worked hard and while Bilbo was a little more flighty, Bilbo enjoyed helping where he could, and conversing with Bofur and Bifur. The two hobbits strived hard to be able to talk with his cousin, something not many of their own kind would do. That alone made the two of you alright in his books. And he couldn’t begrudge either of you for not wanting to be alone on the road, having kin with you would make the quest easier especially for the married hobbits who appeared to not have any children. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if you had stayed in your home, while Bilbo had left to help them. He focused his attention back onto his own tasks for the dinner, while you hummed softly.

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It was quiet around the fire that night after dinner and the dwarves on clean up duty had finished their tasks. Bofur was playing softly on his pipe eyes clued on the two hobbits who were once again huddled together, their tails intertwined as Bilbo braided your hair for the night. He could just make out the soft whispers of conversation between the two of you. The gentle smiles and the soft way you both looked at each. He found it all rather sweet, which made how you acted around Dwalin all the more confusing to him, though he doubted if any of the other dwarves had picked up on the way the little hobbit lass blushed and seemed to struggle to speak when the big dwarf was around.

Bofur stopped playing as a grin formed on his face. It had been a bit peaceful lately the dwarf princes had not caused too much mischief lately and he knew the kind he was about to stir would be harmless…mostly. He thought the hobbits might get a little flustered if he started in on them and their relationship.

"Master Baggins, a question if you would?” he started calling out to get everyone’s attention.

“Yes,” Bilbo looked a little cautious as he put the finishing touches on your hair. He moved away from you a little focusing on Bofur. You patted his arm, your tail tightening around his but you were curious what Bofur had planned, that look in his eyes told you that it could be interesting.

“Go easy on the lad,” Bombur muttered to his brother but made no move to stop him.

“I’m curious how hobbits court,” he started.

“Oh!” Bilbo lit up, he enjoyed discussing hobbit court traditions. “Well, as I’m sure you won’t be surprised but flowers are very important to hobbits and how we court. The different stages of courting involve different bundles of flowers. My favourite part is when the courting pair decide they wish to marry, they both create flower crowns made up of the others favourite flowers, they then make a, well, I suppose the best way to explain it is a cuff for their tails which is made up of a combination of both parties favourite flowers, entwined to represent the two of them joining together. There are of course other things involved but the flowers are the main part.”

“That sounds romantic!” Ori gushed. Bofur’s grin grew, Bilbo had lead himself exactly where Bofur had hoped he would, allowing him to ask his next question without it seeming to planned.

“So, what flowers did you two use?” he asked wagging his eyebrows. “And who initiated the courting? I bet it was you lass, aye, Bilbo took too long to pluck up the courage?”

You had just taken a sip of your water skin which you proceeded to spit out everywhere and cough into your hand. Bilbo patted your back trying to help his tail moving behind him rapidly, while yours had gone flat.

“What?” you asked, voice strained, eyes wide with confusion as you stared at Bofur, you looked around the fire to see all the dwarves watching you and Bilbo expectantly. The two of you shared a look of confusion, Bilbo shrugged his own wide eyes staring into yours. “Why would we have exchanged flower crowns and cuffs?”

“Because you’re his wife,” Kili answered his voice sounded both confused and confident at the same time.

“Wife?!” Bilbo shouted standing up the fur on his tail had puffed up as his sputtered. You winced moving away slightly from him, the sharpness of his voice hurting your sensitive ears. “Y/N isn’t my wife. We’re not married.”

“You have the same last name,” Fili pointed out.

“Yes, because we are family,” you said brows furrowed. “We’re twins. I know we don’t look exactly alike but everyone has been able to tell we’re related.”

The was a moment of silence, Bilbo was still standing his hands fluttering around trying to calm himself down, you had tilted your head to the side to utterly confused as to why the Dwarves would think you were married but not able to work it out.

“The two of you are incredibly close,” Balin started, his voice soft and a little delicate, as if he was afraid of offending the two of your further. “You’re always, well, cuddling for a lack of another word and helping groom your tails and feet.”

“Yes, of course we do, we’re family!” Bilbo exclaimed.

“Bilbo, hush,” you tugged on his arm pulling him down. “Shouting won’t help any. Hobbits are extremely affectionate and touchy, especially with our family. And our family are included in the list of people who can groom our fur and feet.”

“All hobbits cuddle as much with family as you two do?” Dwalin grumbled. You looked at the gruff dwarf, your cheeks finally flushing in embarrassment.

“We lost our parents when we were young,” Bilbo defended, he didn’t take kindly to people questioning how affectionate the two of you were. “We only had each other, so yes I suppose we are closer but there is nothing wrong with it. Thank you all very much.”

“Sorry lad,” Bofur said. He truly felt bad for bringing this all up. “I truly didn’t mean anything by what I said. I’m sorry for your loss as well.”

Bilbo nodded his head, his tail wrapping around yours to offer you comfort. You smiled softly at your brother, in Hobbiton everyone knew the two of you were close, that the two of you had only each other to comfort each other after the Fell Winter. No-one ever questioned it and the fact that the dwarves did, well, it hurt a little. The dwarves looked at the hobbits a little closer, ignoring the tails to focus on your faces. They thought it a little odd that Bilbo didn’t have a beard but the two of you did look very similar. The same kind of nose, your eyes were different colours but there was a resemblance around them. They all felt a little foolish that they hadn’t noticed it before.

“So, Y/N isn’t married?” Kili asked pipping up.

“No I’m not,” you answered voice a little less energised then before.

“That’s-” Fili started eye glinting.

“Enough for tonight,” Thorin’s deadly calm voice interrupted his nephew. “The hobbits have already been questioned enough. Leave them.”

You sent a smile Thorin’s way, not caring if he had interrupted for his own reasons. You were not interested in hearing what the two mischievous princes at to say. At least not tonight. Thorin stared at you for a faint moment before nodding once and turning away back to the discussion he was having with Balin and his brother.  The rest of the dwarves slowly focused on other things as well, leaving the two hobbits alone. Bofur was the last to turn his attention away, he felt horrible that he made his two friends feel uncomfortable and he tried to think of a way he could make it up to them. As he turned his attention away he noticed that Dwalin kept glancing towards you, his gruff expression a little different to normal. Bofur smiled picking up his pipe again as another plan started to form.

[aackxrmxn]

〘 Thorin Oakenshield 〙

It’s Over!

A/N: Haven’t been on this account for a while! I think it’s time I get back into writing, and what better way than to start off writing with Thorin Oakenshield! Thank you so much for 700 followers!

Warnings: Angst, Thorin through his dragon sickness.

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“Am I not the King?” Thorin yelled, his voice echoing through the newly reclaimed Erebor. A lump formed in my throat as I looked down at the pavement; smooth and cold under my feet.

I had just woken up and I’m already being yelled at. I had had enough of this! My hands balled into fists as I fought back the tears threatening to spill. Balin stepped forwards then, and I had almost forgotten he was beside me to begin with. He placed a comforting hand in my shoulder and I look at him with teary eyes and smile weakly.

All this began with me asking him if he could come to bed tonight, seeming he hadn’t come to bed at all the past few nights. His chambers were luxurious but it was cold and too big for one person. Being a human, we always preferred to be outside rather than being cooped up in a mountain. I didn’t mind though, as long as I was welcome to stay at Erebor, that’s where I would stay.

A sigh fell from my lips as I gave up trying to fight with Thorin, he wasn’t budging and something about being surrounded by all this gold was making him sick in the head.

“It doesn’t matter, if he doesn’t want to spend time with me I might as well go back home.” I spoke to Balin, wanting Thorin to hear and be scared by the fact I was thinking about going home. I really didn’t want to go home, but if that’s what it took for Thorin to come to his senses than so be it.

What Thorin said next made my heart sink into my stomach. “Go then, go back home because I don’t ever want to see you again! Our courtship is over!”

“Thorin!” Balin exclaimed loudly, his hand slipping from my shoulder as he took the steps up to Thorin sitting on his throne. “Don’t say that about Y/N, she’s been nothing but supportive and helpful to us, to you! She helped us reclaim Erebor and without her we wouldn’t have been able to do such a thing.”

My gaze met Thorin’s, his once loving blue eyes had turned dark and unrecognisable. I wanted to believe the old him was in there somewhere but I couldn’t find it.

I tried my best not to cry, I really did, but a single tear fell down my cheek as I managed to keep my eyes on him. “Fine,” My voice shaky as the realisation came down on me - Thorin didn’t want to court me any longer. “I’m going back home then, and trust me Thorin, you won’t ever see me again.”

I spun on my heels, Balin calling out to me but I simply kept walking. My feet made a quick left where I almost smacked into someone, a gasp falling from my lips. I look up and see the whole Company standing there, Dwalin standing first.

They all had this look on their face, they were upset… upset that their once future queen was now leaving them. Tears filled my eyes again, this time I had no strength to hold them back and Bofur realised this and bought me into a hug, rubbing my back gently.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t do this anymore… not with who he has become… I can’t.” I whispered the last part as all my strength and energy had simply vanished. “I really hope you guys have the best time here, I really do. I really want you guys to be at peace, but my peace isn’t here… not anymore.”

“To hell with him,” Dwalin spoke then. “You can be at peace without him, he clearly doesn’t want ya but that don’t mean you can’t stay here.” He had this fury in his eyes, more so than ever before.

I was stuck, I wanted to be here, I did, but I knew deep down it would kill me to live with Thorin and not be with him.

“I-I… I can’t, I’m sorry…” It hurt me.

Dwalin took a moment before he nodded his head. “I understand ya. We just… we’ve just grown to love ya like our queen.” He head hung, clearly sad but not wanting to show it.

I didn’t hesitate to hug him, he seemed stiff but he soon relaxed into the hug. “I’ll miss you and your grumpiness.” I laughed, trying to make everyone a bit happier. “I truly thought you wanted to kill me when we first met, but I now know you really want to kill everyone, not just me.”

He laughed at that, as did some others, but some did not. Fili and Kili both had a somber look to them. “We’ll miss you Auntie,” Kili said, bringing me into a hug.

I wanted to tell him I wasn’t his ‘Auntie’ any longer, but I didn’t want to make him feel bad so I smile at him and kissed his forehead. That’s when I heard a shout from Thorin who was still talking with Balin.

“Right,” I said then, trying my best not to feel sad anymore. “My bag is in Thorin’s room, I’m going to grab that and go while he is here.” I didn’t want to see him right now. I mean, I wanted to, but not like the way he is now.

I looked at the Company once more, tears coming to my eyes again, but I turned so none of them could see me and began to walk.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Someone snarled, grabbing my arm and yanking me to their body harshly. I winced, and out of instinct, I pushed them away. Hair fell in my face as I stumbled back into Bofur.

Thorin glared down at me, going to grab me again but I moved away. “No Thorin, you wanted me gone and that’s what I’m doing… going! You and your stupid gold filled mountain is yours and when you finally come to your senses, I hope you are filled with so much regret and guilt possible! You are changed Thorin!” I laughed then, tears streamed down my face. “You know I’m glad you said you didn’t want to court me anymore because I don’t love you! Not anymore!”

It was a lie, I loved him and I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him.

“You can have your stupid coat back, you can have your stupid bead back too!” I grabbed the bead securing the courting braid in my hair and threw it at Thorin. It bounced off his chest and to the floor where it rolled and stopped somewhere off the side. “Goodbye Thorin.” I grumbled and turned on my feet and ran off towards his chambers.

The heavy and luxurious dress Thorin insisted I wore the night before fluttered behind me as I ran. I felt like I was suffocating in it, I wanted to tear it off.

When I got to his chambers I quickly packed my things, not wanting to see him again, making sure to leave the fur coat he had given me to keep warm on his bed.

The silence was deafening as I packed, tears sliding down my cheeks. I don’t know how I would get back home, perhaps I would ask the people of Laketown to let me use a boat in exchange for some gold. With all the gold in this mountain, I would take some for myself; it’s what I deserved after all.

Loud boots filled the atmosphere then and they gradually got louder. My eyes widened as I realised the familiar sound of Thorin nearing. I panicked and grabbed my belongings and hid behind the cabinet to not be seen, wondering what he would do when he was alone with me… I didn’t want to know the hurt I would go through.

“Y/N!” I held my breath as Thorin entered the room and I could see him staring at something… the coat on the bed. “Where are you?” He sounded distant, like he was talking to himself.

He sat on the bed, grabbing the coat and bringing it to his face, like he was smelling it. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

As he bought the coat down and I saw tears in his eyes. “Fuck, what have I done?” I wanted to come out, but I decided to stay hidden for a little while to see what he would do. The coat was thrown to the floor, and his hand covered his face and a broken sob came from his throat.

My feet moved beneath me against my will and they moved over to where Thorin was sitting at the edge of the bed. Tears filled my eyes as my hand reached up to move a piece of hair away from his face. He jumped, grabbing my arm and looking up at me.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked, his blue eyes red and puffy. “I-I’m so sorry.” He voice broke as he nuzzled the side of his face into my warm palm.

He sobbed then and kissed the inside of my wrist while his other arm snaked around my waist and bought me close to his body. “Thorin…” I started.

“Forgive me, please forgive me.” He cried, “I didn’t mean… anything. I didn’t-“

“Thorin.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“Thorin shut up for a minute.” He stopped, looking at me with teary eyes and his bottom lip quivered slightly. “You have been the biggest asshole to me, and for what? Gold? The throne? The stupid Arkenstone?”

“I’m-“

“No, you’re not getting forgiven Thorin. You didn’t realise the damage you’ve done to me, to our relationship.” I could feel his fingers playing at the string holding my dress together. “Thorin, you hurt me.” I mumbled as I wiped away fresh tears.

“Amrâlimê, I will do anything to make it up to you.” He whispered, both his hands running up and down my sides. I didn’t trust me voice and just nodded as he bought me closer and wrapped his arms around me.

I nuzzled into his neck and sighed, relaxing against his warm skin. I pulled away then, grabbing the sides of his face, noticing the crown still on his head. I frowned and grabbed it, taking it off his head and throwing it across the room. I smile warmly as I saw the same loving glint of Thorin’s eyes looking at me, grabbing the sides of his face again and leaning in for a kiss.

He smiled into the kiss, his hands placed firmly on my hips. “Don’t do this again, it’s your last warning.” I spoke against his lips.

“I won’t amrâlimê, I promise.” He said, not opening his eyes still, forehead against mine. “I will make you Queen under the mountain and treat you with such grace.”

You shifted in his embrace, “so…?”

“So what?”

“You don’t regret courting me?” I whispered.

Thorin pulled away from me slightly, “not ever.”

[trianna-phoenix]

I wanted to draw my winter hobbit headcannon real quick, I talked about it some in my previous posts lol

My contribution to tumbler for the rest of the year, (yeah it’s really rough, I’m not sure where this art style came from but it’s easy and quick so we suffer together)

[pyropixiesposts]

Thorin know how important flowers are to hobbits, more importantly to bilbo. So he gathers a bouquet made out of flowers found along the trail. Unfortunately he has no idea they means things. Even more unfortunately he called his burglar a a cheap bed hopper

[mathelaw]

thinking of goldsick thorin, not wanting to part with a single coin, searching through the treasury for the best thing to gift bilbo. finding the mithril shirt (the most valuable item in the mountain if you don't count the arkenstone) and in the middle of his madness thinking "we're going to war tomorrow bilbo needs this"... INSANE

[verkomy]

my mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost

you can get a print here: inprnt!    

[kaminokatie]

so i watched the hobbit for the first time yesterday and my god does that thorin have me in a chokehold. i so desperately want to write a fic about him, but would anybody be interested? i’d make a whole account dedicated to lotr/hobbit fics if it did well!

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR and Hobbit NSFW Headcanons part 3

Faramir

- Is more about love making then he is fucking

- but if you’re on top he turns into a panting and moaning mess

- Loves to worship your body

- Wants you to take charge and take care of him

- Praise this man and he will moan and keen like nothing else

- Kneeling before you

- He’s such a good boy!

- Just wants to be good and please his partner

- Hates pain play. Do not do it

- Isn’t opposed to his partner being a bit rough with him but no slapping or choking

- Compliments is his foreplay

- “You did so well at training, sweet boy. I want to reward you for being so strong and brave.”

- Kissing your calves while in missionary

- He doesn’t have to thank you but he likes to

- Missionary and cowgirl are his favourite

- Doesn’t really like doggy

- Unless he’s getting pegged/fucked

- “You’re taking me so well, Faramir.”

- If he’s with a male partner he likes receiving in doggy and having their hands run up and down his spine

- Bending over him to whisper praise in his ear while he gets fucked

Bilbo

- Like with most hobbits, Bilbo loves eating pussy

- Has a thing for eating out his partner under their dress

- Pulls down the top so your tits are out and then he crawls under the fabric of your dress/skirt

- Loves to eat out his partner in his garden

- Laying on the soft grass while Bilbo goes to town on you under your dress

- Wants his hair pulled so badly that he will grab your hand to put in his hair

- Time with the dwarves didn’t change his softness too much but a little bit of dwarf comes out when you ride him

- He has no time for your “I’m too heavy” nonsense! Get on top now!

- Is honestly pretty lighthearted in the bedroom

- There’s never really an awkward moment he can’t laugh off and bring you back into the mood

- Wants to constantly reassure you how good you’re doing and how good you make him feel

- “You did nothing wrong my love. Doing so well for me.”

- Sweet quiet moans with lots of gasps

- Can be a bit of a perv but in a wholesome way

- Always stares when you bend over and tries to look up your skirt when you reach for things

- Isn’t opposites to penetrative sex but it’s certainly not his favourite

- Likes when his lover plays with him sweetly by the fire

- Wants to take care of his partner and be taken care of in return

Eowyn

- Dominant 100%

- When she says ‘sit’ on her face she means ‘SIT’ not hover and apologise

- Will grab your hips so you’re probably sitting

- Seeing you all sweaty turns her on

- Post training sexy time

- Sex in the training room when no one’s there

- “You have to be quiet if you want me to taste you. Can’t have someone walking in on us, sweetheart.”

- Likes to feel strong and somewhat masculine in the bedroom so will give you soft nicknames

- How she is in the bedroom depends on her mood

- Rough and dominant after training or battle

- But sweet and soft on those lazy rainy days together where you can take your time with each other

- Likes the thrill of sneaky sex, seeing where she can do it and get away with it

- Stables, training grounds, kitchen, hallways

- She can get so focused on your pleasure she forgets about her own

- Tries to put on a front and act like she doesn’t but she becomes so soft when you make her cum

Elrond

- Body worship!

- Will take his time with his partner, worshipping and kissing every inch of them

- Doesn’t mean to overstimulate his partner but they just sound so pretty when they cum over and over again

- Fucking from behind against his desk

- Is down for most of what his partner is down for

- If you’re into dominant play stuff he’s more of a soft dom

- Is the dom who will say “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed”

- Not against a bit of oral cockwarming while he works

- “Good girl/boy. Such a sweet little thing for me.”

- Loves to praise you and focuses all his energy on your pleasure alone

- Will never stop telling you how well you’re doing or how wonderful you sound and feel

- “You take me so well, my darling.”

- Sex is a whole event for him, from foreplay to aftercare

- Honestly sort of hates quickies

- Eye contact is his favourite

- “Look at me, my love. I want to watch as you come undone for me.”

Tauriel

- Get ready to be thrown around!

- Will hold you down hard to stop you squirming

- Craves making her partner cum so much that she’s almost mean

- Rough in the bedroom but could gently make out with her partner for hours

- Soft and sweet touches with foreplay but rough with sex

- Is the softest, sweetest and most gentle person with aftercare

- Hard eye contact while she’s going down on you

- Likes to watch your reactions

- Playing with you while she watches your face intently

- Your sweet sounds make her smile

- Cheeky and likes to tease you in public

- Wants to grab at any part of you that she can

- Not really a boobs or butt woman, just loves your whole body

[professorjirt]

I’ve discovered my favorite genre of Bagginshield art is where Thorin is a lovesick idiot who is Losing It and Bilbo is unbothered or oblivious to Thorin’s suffering LMAO

[artbyleav]

“You are not the hobbit that you once were”

I could just imagine Bilbo in his late teens reading outside, thinking about adventures but never getting the courage to actually go on one himself 🌾🍃

Not my usual style but I was looking to go out of my comfort zone

[shiinata-library]

Imagine: First kiss with them

Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Bilbo's first kiss with you

[ 📚 Main Imagines Masterlist 📚 ]

Thorin

Thorin often thought about kissing you. A lot, in fact. Alright, too many times. Maybe because you’re often very close to him. Physically. Maybe because he likes how you are with him. Or maybe because he is in love with you. But he is a dwarf, a dwarf prince actually, so he shouldn’t do it on an impulse, without courting you first. It wouldn’t be proper, right? Yet, it would be easier, if you wouldn’t be so attractive. It’s your fault! Why do you smile like that every time you look at him ?

Everytime you’re alone with Thorin, in the evening next to the fire or in the morning when everyone packs their things while you’re already done (it’s fast when you have nothing), you wonder how you could be more than friend with him. Do dwarves have any rules about dating? One evening, you ask for advice from Fíli and Kíli. Worst decision ever. As soon as you see their smiles, you regret asking them. Between their “why?”, “which?”, or “tell us everything!”, you will never have your answer, and you don’t dare ask anyone else. Maybe Balin could help you, but he already has a lot to do. 

When things start to be serious with Goblin-town, orcs and Eagles, you decide to focus on the quest, trying to survive. Thorin notices something has changed when he talks to you, as if an invisible wall has been built. You’re not distant, but he doesn’t catch your eyes as often as usual, or you go to sleep as soon as you eat, no longer spending time chatting together. Things like this made his days better during this long, dangerous quest.

“Are you alright?” he has the courage to ask you a night as he closes the front door of Beorn’s house while you’re sitting on a bench. “Yes, I just need a little fresh air. It’s so peaceful here, so I try to enjoy it the most I can,” you say, barely looking at him as he sits next to you. “Dwarves can be loud outside, but it’s worse inside, right?” he says in his usual serious tone. “Yeah, wait! I didn’t mean…” you hurry to say, looking suddenly at him as you raise your both hands in panic. Despite his serious tone, his eyes are smiling like his nephew used to after a joke. Once you chuckle, Thorin gets back to his usual behaviour with you. Then, you both talk like you used to when you can’t fall asleep some night during the journey, before the goblins, orcs and eagles, before even Rivendell. A long time ago…

It’s quiet and dark as you open your eyes slowly, feeling a weird sensation of falling. Thorin is just above you, his face close enough for you to smell the pipe-weed and leather. You slowly blink. His tempting lips just a few centimetres from yours. It could only be a dream, right? 

Someone will tell you later that you fell asleep on Thorin’s shoulder and he carried you to your makeshift bed. He was about to put you in your bed when you opened your eyes. Thorin’s hands are still holding you, one on your back and the other on your hip. But you don’t know that. So you do as you used to in your dreams : with your hand on his cheek, you move your lips forward to kiss him, as slowly as a half-awake person could.

Thorin didn’t see it coming. Not at all. His hands drop you suddenly and you fall on your bed, forced to wake up now. The surprise quiets you as you understand it wasn’t a dream. What could you say? What could you do? Raising your head doesn’t help since you can’t read his eyes with the darkness of the room. Yet, his eyes don’t leave you, and he hasn’t left either.

“I-I’m sorry!” you eventually stammer. Oh it’s hard to speak! “I thought… I thought I was dreaming.” Remaining at the same place, Thorin clears his throat. “Of kissing me?” he says in the deepest voice you ever heard. “Well, hm, yes… But I’m sorry. I don’t know anything about Dwarves' customs about dating stuff. Please just forget it.” You stare at him, waiting nervously for his answers. He doesn’t move, but he eventually asks, “Was it better than your dreams?”

You don’t know how much time passed before you speak again, but it seems Thorin wasn’t joking, so you quietly answer him, “It was so much better…” The silence resumes again, yet you eventually notice his hand in your hair. Since when does he stroke your hair? It’s dark, but you see him smiling. Genuinely smiling. “I don’t know about Men’s culture either. Can I kiss you now?” he asks, hesitating. “Only if you want to…” you reply, hoping you have chosen the good words. 

“Mahal, if you know what I want to…” he sighs before leaning a little to feel your lips again. As he could have barely tasted them before, he takes his time now to devour them. ‘His time’ until Dwalin bursts in, telling Thorin about the latest mistake his nephews had just made.

Kíli

Who knew that escaping a goblins’ horde would be scarier than facing them? As soon as they got out of Gobelins’ town, Kíli was free but it missed something. Or someone. You. He looked for you but didn’t see you anywhere. Only you and Bibo were missing. His brother and the others tried to reassure him but it was no use since they didn’t find you. 

When you finally join them, totally breathless, Bilbo is finishing his speech. Kíli runs to you and hugs you as soon as he joins you. “I thought I’d lost you…” he sighs. “You won't get rid of me that easily,” you laugh. You always wanted to say that. In other circumstances, Kíli might have laughed, but not now. When he pulls back just enough to see you, you notice how scared he was. There's something different about his eyes. His hands on your arms tense but you stay quiet. The only thing you’re focused on is his lips approaching you slowly…

Too slowly! You both jump when Thorin is yelling for everyone to run away. Then, everything happens fast. Orcs, Bolg, wargs, eagles!

Are The Carrock safe? You really hope so because you’re so tired that you remain sitting on the ground, trying to tell your heart to calm down. Then, Thorin wakes up and hugs Bilbo under the eyes of everyone. You look at Erebor from where you are, enjoying the calm of the morning sunrise.

When you’re feeling better, you stand up, tapping your clothes to remove dust and twigs trapped inside. Erk you never have been so dirty! As you remove the last leaves in your hair, you’re thinking about joining the company until you hear someone approaching you. 

“Amrâlimê?” Kíli says, just in front of you, close enough to see the fatigue on his face despite his bright smile. First, you think you've heard wrong. Obviously. He continues to walk toward you, then he hugs you as if it was the last you see each other. You close your arms around him. “I’m glad you’re alive,” he murmurs, his head still hidden in your neck. The warmth of his breath makes you shiver, but his smell comforts you. When he moves back a little, you notice how his hair is messy. You smile as you remove some leaves from it. Kíli looks at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen despite the layer of dust still covering your face. But you don’t see it. You stop when he puts his forehead on yours. “As I said, you won't get rid of me that easily,” you say, this time making him laugh. “I hope so, Amrâlimê,” he murmurs as he moves back just enough to see your eyes. You try to say his Khuzdul word, and his smile confirms he understands you. 

Then, the very next moment, his both hands slide over your cheeks to guide your face towards his. He waits a short time before kissing you, a long, tender kiss. “I’m so glad you’re alive,” he says before kissing you again. “I’m glad too,” you say before pulling him to a new deeper kiss, not noticing everyone is already leaving without you.

Fíli

Fíli and Kíli never left your side during the quest. They were always with you, protecting you or teasing you. From the Shire to… Rivendell.  

In Rivendell, you feel safe enough to explore outside or inside alone. Everything is unbelievable. There is so much to see that it's a pleasure to explore both day and night. After some days here, you usually take a short walk after dinner, then you sit at a table in Elrond’s library. Not that you don't like the company, but it’s nice to spend a quiet evening reading an interesting book with the light of a candle.

“So you like books…” you hear as Fíli sits down on the chair next to you. After blocking the page you were reading, you turn back to him. With your finger over your mouth, you shush him, pointing at the elves reading at other tables. Thanks to a quill and a bottle of ink already on the table, you write on a piece of paper, “Once I finish this book, I'll join you outside.” After showing him the paper, he takes the quill and writes back, “I wait here”. 

You frown first, but knowing he's one of the dwarves who can behave, you resume your lecture. Well, he usually behaves, but tonight, you don’t know why, he had decided otherwise. While you try to read the book, he does everything to distract you : making a hat with the paper, tickling you with the quill, blowing on your ear, … You resist until he touches your hair, making braiding a lock of your hair.

You’re sure everyone can hear your heart beating loudly. Wait, where’s everyone? Are they all left? Are you alone in this library with Fíli braiding your hair? When did it get so hot here? 

As you still don’t pay attention to him, Fíli leans toward you. You know he is smirking. You know he is enjoying it. “What can I do to make you stop reading?” he whispers in a chuckling tone. Teasing you is one of his favourite things during the journey. Especially when you’re alone. But here, now, you don’t know how to react. It’s not teasing, for you it’s flirting. And he never flirted like that.

You pretend you’re reading the book but all your senses are on Fíli. So, when he suddenly kisses your cheek, your body reacts alone, turning your head toward him. In no time, his lips are on yours. Even though you’re surprised at first, you’re totally melting then. The book falls off your hand and you feel Fíli laughing. Yet, since you grab his jacket and kiss him back, he deepens the kiss, leaving both of you breathless when he pulls back. “If I'd known…” he starts before you kiss him again, not letting him speak with his teasing tone.

Bilbo 

Danger was everywhere during your journey, but when you arrived at Beorn’s, you could finally relax. It has been a long time since you felt safe, so you truly enjoy it. 

An evening after dinner with everyone, you’re both sitting outside on the grass, in the allowed area that Beorn told you. Thanks to the usual sounds of the night, it’s quiet and relaxing. Bilbo had joined you with tea and Beorn’s cakes, and now you’re chatting. For once, you look at the sky without worrying of the weather…

“It couldn’t be better,” you say while a light breeze blows on your hair as you drink tea. “I don’t remember the last time we were in a safe place. Safe with tea and cake! And that diner! Perfect! What more could we ask? Wine maybe.” Bilbo laughs with you. You both talk until it’s totally dark except the light coming from the house’s windows. Bilbo and you are used to chatting in the evenings. Just with him or with some other dwarves. Silence eventually takes over when you run out of things to talk about. It’s a peaceful landscape on the horizon if you don’t think of the orcs in the east or the spiders in the west.

Lost in your mind, you grab another piece of Beorn’s cake. With all the honey on it, you can't help but lick your fingers. A sound coming from Bilbo makes you turn towards him instinctively. He stares at you, while you –not elegantly– struggle to chew the large piece of cake in your mouth. Trying to understand him, you analyse him, your eyes remaining maybe too long on his lips, but anyway! Why is he staring at you? Did you eat the last cakes? Oh, he wouldn't be happy… He breathes silently before asking you, “Can I kiss you?”.

He almost looks as surprised as you by his own courage. “Wh-what?” you could only say with your mouth full of cake. After swallowing everything quickly and with difficulty, you resume, “Kiss? Who? Me? Now? But I’m eating.” Bilbo is not moving a bit, waiting for your answer. Does he even breathe? Do you breathe? Then, he tries a smile, “Is that a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’?”

With your sleeves, you hurry to wipe your mouth, then you reply to him, “Yes! Absolutely yes!”. In no time, he slides his hands on your cheeks to pull you to his lips. He starts with a shy kiss. Progressively, Bilbo deepens it, making you fall backwards on the grass. He follows you, staying above, not stopping the kiss for a moment. 

While a hand keeps him from falling on you, his other grips your waist firmly. You didn’t know he could be so eager to kiss you. Maybe you should stop him… “Beorn’s cake tastes better on your tongue,” he pants just before resuming the kiss. Alright, who would stop him, right? Forgetting everything except him, you slide your arms around his head and continue to taste his delicious lips, until you hear something far away. An orc’s cry. An orc dying. Then, nothing, not even a night animal. You both stopped when you heard it. “We should go inside,” you whisper. “Yes, indeed…” Bilbo says, looking where the cry was coming from. “I’m sure we can make some tea,” you try as you put everything Bilbo brought on a plate. He stands up, takes the plate, and kisses you quickly. “You’re right. Let’s go inside,” he says, walking to the house with a cute, cocky smile.

[sapphoismymuse]

shire au bagginshield

Bilbo: You dirty bitch!! Look what you’ve done to my peonies!!

Lobelia: They’re not even peonies!! They’re marigolds!!

Thorin: Mahal, I think she’s right!! They are marigolds!!

Bilbo: I may not know my flowers… but i know a BITCH when I see one!!

[pilkypills]

Echoes in Stone by @lotusspocuss is very good please read it

[trianna-phoenix]

I’ve seen it around a few times but I love the idea that hobbits grow winter coats of lighter colors during the winter.

Like I can imagine as bilbos winter coat starts to grow in all the drawfs, who know hobbits have shorter lifespans, start freaking out cause they assume he’s growing white hair from age.

Thorin: “master hobbit, your hair”

Bilbo: confused “what about it?”

Thorin: “I knew you said you were grown, but i didn’t assume you were that far along…”

Bilbo: even more throughly confused “I’m not that old you oaf, this is just my annual coat growing in”

Thorin:

[pyropixiesposts]