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ambitiouspotions · 5 months ago

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KING & QUEEN | THORIN OAKENSHIELD | ONESHOT

summary — in which y/n greenhand, a hobbit, is betrothed to thorin oakenshield

word count — 2.2k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, smut

author’s note — the timeline may not be completely accurate, but it’s smut so you’re welcome.

the halls of erebor were replenished and repopulated. the mountain was how it was years before the ghastly beast, smaug's, unfortunate rule of terror and chaos. one little hobbit changed the course of history for a lineage of dwarves. although some dwarves were laid to rest after the battle of five armies, their home was reclaimed and now prosperous. the neighboring village of dale was also brought back to glory. each place was newly thriving and peaceful.

the king under the mountain, though permanently scarred and sporting a limp when walking, was healthy and more apt to appreciate life. this did not mean he lost his gruff demeanor or stubbornness, or even his sharp tongue, but maybe it stuck to him because of the loss of his nephews. thorin, three times a year, made trips to see his hobbit friend in the shire. though thorin found himself wanting to visit for a secondary reason to seeing mr. bilbo baggins. bilbo had acquired a housemaid, though she did much more than housekeeping. she tended the gardens, made all his meals, filled his smoking pipe, listened to his stories, organized his writing area, and even made good use of bilbo’s treasured artifacts by displaying them in his study room.

she was in her mid-thirties when bilbo returned on his unexpected journey; for a hobbit, she was just now considered to be an adult. she aided bilbo in placing his belongings back in his home when the other hobbits declared his death. oh, dear bilbo loved her company. she wouldn’t talk unless spoken to because she never wanted to ruin his thought process, and the moments he wanted to talk, she made wonderful and hearty conversation. the mighty and noble dwarven king could see his closed heart opening again when he visited the burglar of the company. she made tasty meals and the most comfortable sleeping arrangements. the night mr. baggins had company; she would stay the entire night to ensure everyone had what they needed. she was very attentive to her work, and maybe that was because bilbo paid her handsomely, or maybe it was because she truthfully had a passion for her work for the elder hobbit. the past ten years, not only was thorin writing to mr. baggins, but he was also corresponding with y/n greenhand, the attentive she-hobbit working for bilbo baggins.

y/n greenhand's family, in hint to their last name, grew the most gorgeous gardens in the shire. they were employed to fill every pot with their full and plentiful flowers and to spiffy the gardens of everyone without a green thumb. when y/n wasn’t with bilbo she was gardening with them. some flowers were even transported to different villages. bilbo was proud of his so-called housemaid. when he sat in front of his hobbit hole smoking his pipe, and a neighbor would greet him, he would proudly ask and proclaim, “and did you see my flowers this season? they are even more beautiful than the last. mmm yes, miss y/n planted them for me.”

thorin, on his first visit back to the shire, once his recovery was fully complete, suspected that bilbo had married, but the hobbit insisted he had no time to be attached to a particular someone. the dwarf was silently delighted to know bilbo didn’t take miss greenhand as a wife. she was well, very beautiful, and capable. capable must have been the right word. no other nonsense words would fall into thorin’s mind, well until he asked for her hand in marriage. and even that was another ten years before he stopped debating with the stubbornness inside of his aged mind. bilbo may have given thorin a push, but the dwarf would never admit to the truth behind that.

speaking of nonsense, the backstory of how thorin was stubborn is no new information. what is new information? the fact that is he a wonderful lover.

y/n laid her head back in the large wooden bathing tub, inhaling the steam that was rising from the water. she pushed a strand of loose hair that escaped her bun behind her slightly pointed ear. much like thorin, she had a full day of work at the kingdom tending to the children. even being a ruler still meant hard work, but y/n never cared much, seeing as she spent her life in the shire employed. thorin had been spending lots of his time in the mines, forging and hammering. he oversaw the production and efficiency of the dwarves. the trade of dwarven products continued to allow the kingdom to grow.

there was no knock as thorin entered, making y/n sink further into the bath water until noticing it was her beloved. her arms were crossed instinctively to cover her chest until the dwarf put his calloused hands on the edge of the tub. she ran her finger across his knuckles.

“still modest after all this time, my queen?” thorin asked, pressing his mouth to the top of her year when he spoke.

y/n gave a gentle chuckle. her hands were now pawing at his salt and peppered hair. many years ago, it wasn’t as grey as it once was, but thorin wore it gracefully. his beard was in matching fashion with the grey streaks.

“i have to leave something to mystery,” she leaned her head against his mouth, feeling a kiss being placed on her pointed ear.

“is it a mystery if i have it memorized?” he said coyly, reaching his hands into the water to move her hands away from her chest. his hands began massaging her shoulders, pushing his thumbs into any hard spots he felt to allow y/n to relax further.

y/n lifted her head and began to push herself out of the water. thorin backed up but offered his hand to help the hobbit out of the bathwater. he stared longingly at her, wanting to be greedy and consume all of her. he began pulling off his layers of cloaks and furs so he could match her splendor. his hands quickly found her waist, each of them having a bit of extra pudge from overindulging in drinks and food in celebration of their kingdom.

his rough beard rubbed across her cheek as her fingers lingered in his chest hair. he began kissing her jawline; the many times before that he had done this same action could never compare to redoing it each time they were intimate. he was breathing in her fresh scent of florals and bath milk that she had previously soaked in. occasionally, he would drag his tongue across her neck and lightly nip at it, causing y/n to bring herself closer to the dwarf.

her eyes were closed, already submitting to the king. it was easy to succumb to thorin when he had so much sex appeal. the way he moved his hands, hell, the way he stared was enough to make any woman crumble, but y/n was his lucky match. y/n grabbed his face when he continued his kisses past her shoulders. thorin understood this, immediately connecting their lips instead.

he pushed his hips against hers just to have contact with his significant other. y/n could feel thorin’s cock bulging as their kissing continued. before she knew it her back was hitting the soft furs on the bed. thorin was spreading her legs eagerly, his fingers dragging against her inner thigh as his mind was immersed in the beauty before him. y/n picked her head up excitedly, knowing the next step as she saw his fingers come closer to her heat. she bit the inside of her mouth still watching until he made eye contact.

“think i’ll do something wrong?” he questioned, spitting directly into her cunt. y/n leaned back, as though she hadn’t risen at all in the first place.

“of course not, just curious.” y/n said, her face flushing red as his fingers massaged the spit into her folds.

“curious? you don’t remember what happens next?” thorin asked, only pushing one finger inside. the hobbit swallowed her spit, not wanting to say a word. she only wanted what was next, what she knew was next.

“i seem to have forgotten.” he teased; another finger went inside. his working hands were so rough yet so delicate they knew how to please. as they moved back and forth slowly, y/n wiggled uncomfortably on the bed, wanting him to accelerate his movements. they then stopped.

“what am i supposed to do after my fingers were inside of you, darling?” thorin asked, now putting his fingers against her plump lips and asking for entrance. y/n took them in her mouth, allowing him to control the speed at which they slid back and forth. he placed his finger back against her lips to permit her to speak.

“you put your cock inside me.” y/n said. thorin was leaning over her, looking deeply into her eyes as she answered. he shook his head and clicked his tongue.

“wrong,” he stated, holding her chin tightly and going in for another kiss. y/n’s hands moved into his thick locks of hair and then to his erection. she was careful not to agitate the old, deep scar on his abdomen as she found her way to his shaft, but thorin stopped her. “what comes next?” he demanded, loosening her hair from the bun so he could later plan to grab it.

“you put your head between my legs,” she said, exhaling shakily. her mind was fuzzy only wanting her husband to get to his routine quickly so she could enjoy the pleasure he gave.

thorin gave a sly smirk, placing a single kiss on her lips and then making himself comfortable between her legs. his hands were gripping her waist, his elbows already in a position to open her legs if she were to shut them because she squirmed. he enjoyed himself each time he was feasting upon her womanhood. her wetness engulfing his taste buds and dripping down his beard was the right combination to give him satisfaction. messy good fun was had for thorin as he explored the cunt of his queen. lapping at her juices and suckling her clit to hear the moans spill from her mouth.

the moment thorin decided he was done he wiped his face on his hairy forearm and pulled her legs to his shoulders while inserting his shaft. y/n’s mouth was agape as the dwarven king entered her. that was never a feeling she would ever get used to. thorin was well endowed and knew the proper usage to send pleasure coursing through her body. y/n gripped his arms tightly as he thrust into her. filling every ounce of her being with his rock-hard erection was causing the bed to rattle as he moved. thorin was cursing under his breath about how tight the hobbit was. sweat was beading on his face as he continued to push into y/n. for a few moments, he would slow himself, his mind was begging him to press on, but his want for an orgasm was less than his need for pounding into his queen. the moment he started again, he stuffed a blanket under the small of her back; to raise her just a bit higher. he had known he had done right as the hobbit’s moans were louder and more high-pitched. as he pounded into her throbbing heat, she squirmed with a whiny moan, her juices squirting onto thorin’s lower abdomen and the sheets

he had a smirk on his face as he aided the woman in flipping over. he pushed her head into the wet sheets. y/n happily propping up her bottom for thorin to enter her open, dripping cunt again. the room began to smell sweaty as the two continued with their actions. thorin only now propped himself on his good knee for leverage, leaving the other side open for y/n to easily fall back onto his cock with every thrust.

y/n crumbled before the king, tears in her eyes as she shouted his name needily when climaxing. thorin wasn’t far behind as within a few moment he unraveled. a shockwave went through his body as he orgasmed. he threw his head back and caressed the hobbit’s plump ass that was still resting against his cock. with a deep exhale, thorin lay beside his queen and grabbed a fist full of her hair to kiss her once more. y/n did the same. they were entangled for a while, using a clean fur to cover their torsos if any member of the kingdom needed to call upon them while they were still indecent.

y/n leaned her head into the dwarven king’s chest and shut her eyes to relax, just as she was doing before in her floral milk bath. thorin inhaled her scent, now liking it more because he was mixed in with the scents of the earth.

“i could not possibly imagine having this kingdom without you,” thorin said, shutting his eyes and stroking the small of his queen’s back.

“and nor could i,” the hobbit said, kissing his pectoral and rubbing his thick dwarven chest hair again.

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anxiousthoughts365 · 2 months ago

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Mature audiences, minors DNI. Everybody lives.

He should have been paying more attention. He'd been too wrapped up in his own musings, mulling over his multiple decisions and duties as he walked. It accounted for his distraction, and as a result he'd left himself completely open to attack. Yet he was still surprised when he entered his chambers, and was suddenly pushed back against the stone wall.

His body tensed, automatically preparing to defend itself, but less than a second later the scents of pipe smoke and baking and parchment filled his nostrils, and he instantly relaxed. He'd hardly had time to take in the form of the smaller being in front of him before soft, insistent lips were pressing against his own.

He sighed, the tension of the day bleeding from his body immediately at the contact, and his hands rose to bracket the face of his attacker. His fingers sunk deep into the luxurious bronzed curls, so much longer now than they had been just a year ago, and a thrill of heat raced up his spine as he felt the silken strands between his digits. He shivered when the action pulled a deep groan from his assailant, and he broke the kiss to look down.

'I've missed you,' Bilbo murmured breathlessly, and the desperate edge to his voice made Thorin's stomach swoop, his blood rushing south, his head swimming slightly. He took in Bilbo's flushed face, his diluted pupils, and watched his Consort take his own lower lip between those sharp, white teeth and bite down in an attempt to contain his own need.

This action snapped the last of Thorin's restraint, and the King snarled as he reached down, gripped the backs of Bilbo's thighs, and hoisted him up, wrapping the Hobbit's legs as far around his broad middle as they would reach as he spun them around. Bilbo's back hit the wall with a dull thud, but before Thorin could worry that he'd hurt his lover, Bilbo tipped his head back and moaned.

Fire laced along Thorin's veins at the sound, and he pitched forward, sinking his teeth into Bilbo's exposed neck. Bilbo gasped, gripping Thorin's shoulder with one hand and plunging his other into the King's thick hair, fisting the locks and keeping Thorin trapped against him. Thorin rumbled his approval, licking and sucking livid marks into the delicate flesh. He'd get in trouble for those later, he knew, but right now it was making Bilbo squirm deliciously against him, and Thorin was not foolish enough to stop only based on the threat of later.

He choked when Bilbo's hand, cool and soft, slid over his chest. He'd been so focused on his work that he hadn't noticed the Hobbit fumbling with the buttons along the front of his shirt, a shirt which now hung open to his navel. He retreated from Bilbo's neck in order to grit his teeth when the Hobbit's fingertips grazed the bud of his nipple, and he gazed at Bilbo from under heavy eyelids, panting.

The Hobbit looked far too pleased with himself, and Thorin had just leaned back in to do something that would wipe that sensual little smirk from his face, when a thundering knock hammered against the door beside them. They froze in place, holding their breaths and listening, praying that whoever it was might just go away again. But they had no such luck - the knock came again, this time followed by a shout of, 'My King? Your presence is needed!'

'I am occupied!' Thorin yelled back, running an apologetic thumb against the outside of Bilbo's thigh when the Hobbit jumped at the volume of his voice.

'But Sire, I've been sent to -'

'Go and find Balin!' Thorin growled, turning away so that he didn't shout into Bilbo's ear this time. 'It's his job to sit in when the King is otherwise engaged. In fact, tell him that I will not be available for the rest of today.'

There was a slight pause before the Dwarf on the other side of the door called back, 'Yes, Sire.'

'You should go,' Bilbo murmured softly, once they'd heard the sounds of heavy feet stomping away. Thorin pulled back to look into the Hobbit's face, and his chest ached at what he saw. Bilbo was smiling, but it was watery, like it was hard to maintain. His eyes were a little sad, disappointed almost, but he held his head high as he added, 'It's alright, I understand.'

'How can you expect me to leave,' Thorin purred, his voice thick and rolling as he let his eyes traverse Bilbo's body before meeting the Hobbit's gaze again. 'When you look like this? When you feel like this under my hands? Mahal, it has been far too long since I last touched you.'

'We were together only this morning, my love,' Bilbo chided gently, but Thorin could hear the pleased tone to his words. It made him follow through on his earlier plan, and Bilbo gasped and bucked against him as he pitched forwards and ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of the Hobbit's pointed ear.

'Too long,' Thorin insisted, delighting in Bilbo's shiver when his breath hit damp flesh. 'Besides, I am King. If I say that I am occupied for the rest of the day, then that will be respected. Balin knows to come and fetch me himself if it is truly something that can only be resolved by me.'

'Well, I suppose, I -' Bilbo's words cut off as Thorin pressed his own hips forward, and he leaned back to watch his lover's hazel eyes roll into the back of his head as the Dwarf applied the right amount of pressure in just the right place. Bilbo's eyes were glazed when he looked at Thorin once more, his chest heaving under his waistcoat, his lip firmly back between his teeth.

'Mahal, just look at you,' Thorin groaned, his hands travelling down to grasp Bilbo's pert rear.

'You d-did this to me,' Bilbo gasped, the feel of Thorin's hands on him making him squirm again. The act created some much-needed friction between them, and Thorin growled at the sensation before grasping Bilbo tighter and pulling him away from the wall.

'And I plan on doing much, much more to you, Amrâlimê,' he promised as he made his way quickly towards their bedroom.

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fili-urzudel · 1 year ago

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Hello!! Could you do 14, 15 and 31 with Fili? Romantic or platonic, up to you. Thank you 💜

13. Sitting together

14. Handholding

15. Sharing a blanket (potentially violent)

31. Stargazing

This combination is classic and oh-so-fluffy, and with my favorite Dwarf to boot! I went ahead and added another prompt as well.

Everyone lives AU, because there is no other ending in my mind.

BTW I'm sick :( but I'm going to try to get at least one other prompt request out this week

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8k

Moonrise - Fíli Durin x Reader

The Durin's Day festival was always fun, but it was all the more spectacular in the newly reclaimed Erebor.

"The first autumn equinox since the mountain was reclaimed, can you believe it?" Fíli said with a bright smile, looking with pride at the crisscrossing bridges and vaulted ceilings of the entrance to the mountain. There was still plenty of work to be done, to be sure, but its improvement was impressive regardless.

"And in a couple days, the anniversary of when it was reclaimed," you nodded in agreement. "A few months after that, the anniversary of the first time you walked around by yourself."

"Hush, I'm trying to enjoy this," Fíli gave you a fake scowl, unconsciously probing the scar hidden beneath his tunic.

You changed directions. "Of course, my Prince," you teased. "You look very nice today."

You meant it. His hair was freshly washed, the slightly damp strands frizzing out in the cool morning air. Each bead was carefully placed, a few decorative gold ones added in place of a crown. His tunic was a smooth yet understated silk underneath his leather vest and wool coat. Every detail was precisely placed, the burnt oranges and browns blending seamlessly. He had clearly been seen to with the utmost care. He looked like royalty, even without the royal garb. Most importantly, he was healthy.

His smile softened, his cheeks turning a bit pink under his mustache. "Thank you," he glanced to the ground before looking back up at you. "And you're beautiful as ever."

You blushed deeper than him, unused to compliments. You plucked at the placket of your own wool coat, dyed a deep woad blue. It was your favorite. "Thank you," you said, choosing for once to believe him. "What duties do you have today?"

"None, surprisingly," Fíli breathed. "Thorin's let me have a break, so I can enjoy the first festival in our new home right alongside you." Something about that little word, our, set your heart ablaze. "You want to stick with me?"

"If you'll have me," he smiled again. That smile was impossible to resist.

"Of course I will."

Erebor had been steadily growing over the past year, but that day, it seemed more alive than ever. The market squares were full, overflowing into the wide side streets. Jewelry, blades, shields, ceramics, sculptures--anything made out of earth or in forges were certainly found somewhere in the expansive space. The Ereborian dwarves' tentative friendship with the Men of Dale caused new, less traditional stands to pop up as well: flower stalls, street food vendors featuring fish dishes, and clothing and homeware shops full of bolts of linen. The mountain had only dwarves—and Bilbo—in its halls, a presently rare occurrence, and so you were all free to speak Khuzdul, the sharp sounds ringing pleasantly in your ears.

The two of you strolled as quickly as possible through all the markets had to offer, determined not to miss the afternoon's performances. You exercised exemplary self-restraint, only stopping at one of every five stalls that caught your eye.

"No," became a very popular word as well, what with resisting Fíli's unceasing offers to purchase anything you liked.

"Well, if you will not spend any of your share of the treasure, I must spend some of mine and relieve what must be the terrible, stifling boredom of your living quarters, my friend," he teased, mustache beads swinging from side to side.

"I will have no prince wasting his money on me."

"Oh, it's never a waste if it's you," Fíli told you surely.

There he went again, saying things that made your palms sweat and your cheeks flush. "You're too kind."

Fíli smirked at the way you diverted your gaze. "Well, if I cannot buy you a rug, at least allow me to buy you lunch," he gestured to a permanent restaurant on the corner that was swarmed with dwarrow.

You couldn't help a smile at that. "Hot stew?" You asked, referring to the almost overpoweringly spicy meat-and-potato stew that was a dwarven classic. Benron's was your favorite.

"As hot as you like, of course," He agreed, guiding you forward with a gentle hand on your back.

The stew made your eyes stream in the best way, and you pulled Fíli out of the restaurant scarcely once he was finished eating. "We have to find good seats!" You reasoned as he raised an eyebrow, still wiping his mouth.

"You do realize that Thorin has the best seats, and by extension, we do as well?"

"Right," you said. You had forgotten. Somehow, none of the Durins were royalty in your mind. They were still your traveling companions, dirt poor and looked at as crazy.

"Still, it is sort of nice to take a seat before everyone starts filtering in and it gets too loud," Fíli reassured you. "After you."

The grand presentation began with a song to the mountain. In the ancient tradition, singing was a way to ask the mountain to reveal its secrets, a careful gathering of tones that would uncover its nature.

This song, however, was made more to please the ears of the listener. It was a song of thanks, of hardly believing that this mountain was once again the shelter for her people. You tried your best to control the tears that rose to your eyes.

Fíli leaned over, bumping your shoulder with his. You gave a small smile that he returned, and you could see in his eyes that he was thinking of all that it took to get there.

"We did it," you whispered.

"Yeah, we did."

The opening songs were followed by traditional dances, a speed-forging competition, and a few spars. You cheered on the brothers as they fought each other, with a healthy dose of brotherly teasing. Fíli let his little brother win, or so he told you. The look on Kíli's face was more than worth it. You congratulated him and let them both clean up as you headed to the gates.

The gates were still open, cool air pouring into the mountain as the sun dropped in the sky.

Dale was dimmer than usual—the city was empty. The men were lining the edge of the water with candles. This equinox now also marked the anniversary of the fall of Laketown and many of their loved ones. The dwarves tried their best to be respectful of their vigil.

You leaned against the wall and watched. You hoped they found peace and remembered to enjoy their new lives. Bard, standing at the back of the group, turned around. He caught your eye and nodded.

"Come with me, I think we should see something," Fíli's low whisper startled you from your reverie, and his hand wrapping around yours even more so.

"Where are we going?" You asked, not that it mattered. With his hand in yours, you'd probably follow him anywhere.

He led you on a trek around the front of the mountain, the setting sun turning everything orange and making his hair appear as flames as you went.

Caught in the daze of bliss, it took you a while to notice what was draped over his other arm. "Wait, is that—I told you not to buy that!"

It was the woven blanket you had noticed earlier, the tapestry depicting sunrays falling through a thick forest of firs. "And what if I bought this for myself? I have uses for it."

"Then it's alright, I suppose."

"You can keep it once I'm done with it, though."

"Sly fox."

"Coin pincher."

"Seriously, though, where are we going?" You asked.

Fíli smiled at you. "A certain very large staircase."

You gasped. "Leading to a secret doorway?"

"The very same. I figured, since we were both trying to help Kili, erm, not die, we missed the excitement, and now we can see it for ourselves."

"That's extraordinarily thoughtful of you."

"Eh, I'd say averagely thoughtful at best," Fíli shrugged.

"Perfectly suitable for me," you told him.

"Good."

The achingly long trip up the staircase was rewarded with a very nice sight: another, less decorative blanket spread across the stone, a couple flat pillows, and three lanterns, already lit and ready to face the darkness.

"When did you find time to do this?" You asked Fíli, grinning from ear to ear.

"I have my ways," he said mysteriously. "And help."

"That's where Bofur, Bilbo, and Dori disappeared to," you observed. "I see. Well, it's very sweet of all of you."

"I'm glad you think so," Fíli said, still holding your hand as he guided you to sit on the blanket with him.

The stairs had taken longer than anticipated, so the sun was already almost gone. You quieted as you realized how close the time was. The two of you watched in quiet admiration as the moon rose, bright and perfect, into the sky, before you turned, hoping to catch a glimpse of the door.

You gasped. "There it is!" The moonrise revealed the shape of a perfectly hidden keyhole. "That is very neat, indeed."

"Mmhm," Fíli agreed. "Beautiful." The keyhole was not what he thought was beautiful. He wasn't actually looking at the door at all, but rather you, and the way the moonlight reflected off every spectacular detail of your face.

He had never known quite when he started to feel this way, only that he didn't in the Blue Mountains, when he barely knew you, and he did now.

You turned your gaze from the keyhole once the wonder had made a comfortable space in your heart, and looked to the stars, all too aware of how close Fíli was.

You read out the constellations to yourself in the comfortable silence, assuming the prince was doing the same. You then heard him shift.

"Lay with me," Fíli offered, and you turned around in record time, cheeks blazing and eyes wide.

"What?"

He was already lying down with his head on one of the pillows. "To watch the stars more comfortably."

"Alright," you said, voice quiet. You scooted down until you could lay your head on the other pillow, before changing your mind. You decided to take a risk and settle your head on his chest instead.

"Is this alright?" You asked immediately. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable in this situation.

"Of course it is," he said softly, his arm raising to hold your waist. "I enjoy being close to you."

It wasn't quite a grand confession, but it was good enough for your heart to begin hammering in your chest. "I enjoy being close to you, too."

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moonlit-rose-garden · 5 months ago

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See You Again...

Bilbo Baggins x Elf Reader

Word count: 2,824

This is a long one! I feel like it's cute, but I don't think I did Bilbo's character justice. I feel like he's out of character in this, but it has been so incredibly long since I've seen the movies. Still, I hope you enjoy!~

Bilbo Baggins looked on in awe at the sprawling landscape that lay before him. Rivendell. Finally, knowing his party was safe, Bilbo relaxed. Even even though many of the dwarves radiated anger.

As the company descended the long stairway, Bilbo tuned out the noise of the dwarves and focused only on the beautiful nature and elvish architecture. Soon, they came to a stop on a circular platform that was connected to stairs. An elvin man with long, dark hair walked gracefully down the stairs and greeted Gandalf.

As they spoke, Bilbo's attention was once again snatched away by the beauty that surrounded him. It was strange to him how foreign and new this place was, yet he felt right at home.

Suddenly, loud horns sounded, startling the hobbit. Soon, the horns were followed by many armored elves on horseback coming the same way the company did. Bilbo's party quickly surrounded him in a protective circle as the Elvin cavalry circled them. The soldiers parted, allowing a horse carrying an elven man with long black hair and a stern face to come forward. Elrond.

His stern expression softened as he welcomed the tired party of travelers, offering food and bed. From there, the day passed quickly, and before Bilbo knew it, the moon was high above him, giving everything a soft glow. Feeling restless, Bilbo got out of the large bed and began to wander. He quickly found his way outside and decided to find a garden.

It had been so long since he had gotten to relax in a garden, feeling safe and at peace. "Now, where could it be..." he mumbled to himself and continued to wonder till he found what he had been searching for. He stood staring into the garden, for there sat delicately on a stone bench was the most beautiful thing Bilbo had ever seen. An elven woman with long (h-c) hair and (s-c) skin sat staring up into the sky.

"Ehem, excuse me?" He cautiously called out. The woman looked down at him, a small smile forming on her lips. "Hello." She greets. Bilbo walks to her and gestures to the stone bench she sat on. "Um, May I sit?" The elf nods, and Bilbo sits. After a short silence, Bilbo looked up at the elf, who was back to looking at the stars. "I uh I'm Bilbo. What is your name, miss?"

"My name is (y-n). It's been many years since I've seen a hobbit." The elf, (y-n), said gazing down at Bilbo. "This is the first I've seen an elf... I've encountered many new things since I left the shire.“ "And why do you stray from home?" Bilbo thought of what made him leave his cozy home in bagend. "A quest, to reclaim lost homeland.." (y-n) looked at Bilbo in surprise, then smiled. "You are in the company of Thorin Oakenshield? A noble quest indeed. Perfect for a noble hobbit such as yourself."

Bilbo's face felt hot as he stared at the elf. "M-me? Noble?" (Y-n) put a hand on his shoulder. "Indeed. I can tell you're destined for greatness. And how could someone so handsome not be noble?" Bilbo was left sputtering, trying to form words but failing. (Y-n) removed her hand and gestured around her,

"So why do you, noble hobbit, come to my garden at such a late hour?" Bilbo regained his composure and quickly answered. "Oh, um, I felt restless. Couldn't sleep... Your garden?" "Well, Elrond's garden, but I am the head gardener." She smiled at Bilbo. "And, to be honest, I am here for the same reasons. I am far too restless for sleep. But when this happens, I come to this bench, and I count the stars."

Bilbo stares at the dark blue and black sky, watching the stars glitter and sparkle. (Y-n) interrupted, "Lean on me, I will tell you about the stars and their stories." Bilbo glanced at (y-n), who was gazing softly at the hobbit. Gingerly, he leaned on her side, and she wrapped an arm around him. Bilbo felt the safest he had since leaving home. The hobbit listened intently to the elf, who would point to a star and tell him everything about it. Soon, Bilbo found himself drifting off to sleep to the sound of (Y-n)'s voice and the sight of the stars.

Sunlight filtered through a window, hitting the sleeping form of a hobbit. Bilbo groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked around the room, confused as to how he had gotten there. Maybe he doesn't remember walking back? Or... an image of (y-n) holding him and bringing him back to his room flooded his mind. He could feel his face heat up immensely. He was sure the blush was visible, too.

Bilbo ran his hands over his face, glancing around the room. His eyes fell on a folded piece of parchment where a simple flower lay on top. Bilbo picked them up, looking at the flower first, realizing it was from a plant that grew next to that stone bench. A smile formed on his face as he tucked the stem of the flower behind his ear. With an added free hand, he unfolded the parchment, in fancy handwriting was written:

Dearest Bilbo, I hope I did not bore you to sleep last night. I took you back to your room, I hope you don't mind. Come to the garden after breakfast, let us walk together.

~(y-n)

Just then, Gandalf entered Bilbo's room. "Bilbo, I've come to fetch you for breakfast.." He trailed off when he saw the small flower poking out from Bilbo's curly hair. Gandalf clears his throat and takes a puff from his pipe. "Come along, Mr. Baggins. The company will not wait long for you." He turns, leaving the room as Bilbo races after him.

At breakfast, all the dwarves chatted loudly. Bilbo slowly ate, his mind buzzing with excitement. He thought of last night, how (y-n) had wrapped an arm around him, making him feel so safe. This made a smile appear on his face. One that, no matter how he tried, he couldn't suppress.

Gandalf raised an eyebrow at Bilbo's behavior. But before he could say anything, Bilbo stood from his now empty plate and excused himself from the table.

Bilbo tried to remember the way to the garden but kept getting lost. Instead, he sat on the front steps of the elven castle, sad he couldn't see the elf again. "There you are, dear Bilbo... I thought you were lost!" A sweet voice spoke from behind him. Bilbo whipped his head around and was met with the elf he was longing to see, (y-n).

"I was... I couldn't find my way back to the garden.." Bilbo said, looking away."I apologize.." (y-n) laughed as she gazed at the hobbit. "Worry not, Dearest. I will lead you there." She took ahold of his hand and began a short, peaceful walk together.

Soon, they approached the charming garden. Bilbo hopped up onto the bench as (y-n) leaned down to a bush of flowers. The same flowers, Bilbo realized, that she had left for him. He watched as the elf's nimble fingers twisted and braided the flowers into a small flower crown. She moved to kneel in front of Bilbo, still taller than him, and placed the crown atop his curly hair.

Bilbo felt his cheeks grow warm at the way (y-n) gazed at him with such warmth in her eyes. "A crown fit for a king, I'd say!" Bilbo smiles at her. "Quite!" Y-n laughed and clapped her hands together. "But every king needs..." Bilbo trailed off as he quickly picked and twisted flowers together, creating a flower tiara of sorts.

He looked back up at (y-n). "Every king needs a queen." Bilbo says as he gently sets the flower tiara on Y-n's head. "Dear Bilbo, you have a heart of gold." She placed a hand on Bilbo's cheek. "I am grateful to have met you, and I know our friendship will be nothing short of wonderful."

Bilbo and (Y-n) took a short walk before deciding that it was time for Bilbo to go back to his party.

(Y-n) leaned down to Bilbo's height and clasped her hands around his. "If you cannot sleep, come find me, my dear." Bilbo nodded, looking up at the elf. "Of course. Farwell, y-n."

That night, as the moon slowly began to rise, Bilbo was wandering around. Once again, lost. Deciding to rest, he sat on the ground near one of the many streams in Rivendell. Bilbo stared into the water, fixing his hair when suddenly a smiling face appeared in the reflection of the stream. "Lost again, dear Bilbo?"

Bilbo let out a stared yell and fell backward. "Oh, i-it's you, (y-n)!" The Hobbit sighed, gazing up at the elf that was bent over and staring down at him, an amused look on her face. Behind a hand, (y-n) stifled a laugh.

"I do apologize, my friend. I hadn't meant to startle you!" Bilbo stood slowly and let out an embarrassed laugh. "Uh no, no, I'm quite alright... and yes, I am lost once again." (Y-n) smiled. "It can not be helped. You have only been here two days after all. Follow me, dear."

The two started the short trek to their usual spot, stopping just a few feet short of it. "Dear Bilbo, how would you to sit somewhere else for tonight? Just further down this path is a tree that is in full bloom." The elf looked down at Bilbo."There is no bench. We'd have to sit on the ground... as long as it didn't bother you?" She felt oddly nervous asking him.

Bilbo looked up at her and smiled. "I'd love to!" A small excited smile graced (Y-n)'s face. To Bilbo, it was one of the prettiest smiles he'd ever seen.

Soon, they arrived at the large gorgeous tree, full of beautiful flowers, all of which seemed to be in full bloom. The base of the trunk was surrounded by different plants and flowers, save for an empty spot in the front. Just large enough for two people.

"This is beautiful..." Bilbo said, gazing at the scene. "I am terribly glad you agree, Bilbo." (Y-n) said as she took her spot on the ground, the Hobbit doing the same. "I have long wished to have someone to share the spot with. Perhaps that someone can be you for as long as you are in Imladris?"

Bilbo's face felt warm. He nodded and glanced at the elf beside him. The Moon added a soft glow to her every feature. Bilbo quickly cleared his throat and gained (Y-n)'s attention. "U-uhm T-this would be a great place for a picnic! Don't you agree?"

"Why, yes. Yes, it would be!" She smiled warmly down at Bilbo. "I hadn't ever thought about that before! I am lucky to have you, dear Bilbo." He shyly smiled his cheeks, feeling hot.

"So, uh, what do you do here? In this spot, I mean..." Bilbo asked. "Oh, I enjoy practicing music here." The Hobbit looked at (y-n). "What instrument?" "Any." She said, gazing at the flowers above them. Bilbo turned to face her fully. "Any? You mean, you can play any instrument?" (Y-n) gave him a tired yet amused look. "Dear Bilbo, I am incredibly old... why wouldn't I?"

"Yes, that does make sense." Bilbo says, shifting to lean back on the tree. They settled into a pleasant silence. Time sped by, and soon, it was once again time for them to part.

This time, y-n walked Bilbo to his room. "Good night, Dearest Bilbo. I will be terribly busy tomorrow, but I will find you when I get the chance." Bilbo nodded as he opened his door. "Good night, miss (y-n). I look forward to seeing you again..." He gave a shy smile before slipping into his room. However, just before closing the door, he poked his head out.

"You don't look old, you know. Not that there's anything wrong with that... I-I just mean" Bilbo took a deep breath."You're beautiful..." (Y-n)'s face felt hot as she looked at him, surprised. Slowly, that same small yet excited smile that Bilbo thought was so lovely appeared.

The elf leaned down and placed a quick soft kiss on Bilbo's head, enjoying the feeling of his soft curly hair on her cheeks. Pulling away, she gazed at him warmly. "Good night, dear." And then she walked away with warm cheeks and a smile. Leaving behind a stuttering hobbit.

The next few days sped by, and nearly every night, Bilbo bet with (Y-n). They grew closer, telling each other everything. (Y-n) even gifted him an old book and later a pipe. The hobbit felt as though this was true bliss...

Soon, it was the eve of the dwarves departure. This means Bilbo would have to leave as well. In the days he spent here, he had come to love this place... He came to love her. Since the night she kissed his head, Bilbo couldn't rid himself of the thought of the elf. He even began to dream of her.

The moon was bright, and it seemed to reflect off of everything, giving the world a shimmering effect. Bilbo stared out the window, gathering the courage to say goodbye. Soon, he left and took the same route as the first day he found the garden and sat on the same bench where he met (Y-n).

Bilbo stared at his hands that sat in his lap clenched nervously together. Soon, a light shadow covered him, and he quickly looked up. “I thought I might find you here, my dear.“ (Y-n) said gently. The hobbit stood and gestured to the bench. “p-please, sit!“ He stumbled over his words. (Y-n) laughed at his behavior and took a seat. Bilbo copied.

“...You have something to tell me.“ (Y-n) whispered, not looking at Bilbo. He looked at her then at the grass. “I do.“ a sad sigh leaves his lips. “I leave with the dwarves tomorrow at dawn.“ Bilbo looks at (Y-n) who was fully turned away from him. “I know, my dearest Bilbo.“

(Y-n) brought her long sleeves to her face, then turned to Bilbo and grabbed his hands gently. “My friend, I'm honored to have gotten to meet you and to become close. I only hope you will somehow visit this old elf once or twice. You have been wonderful company and I am sad to see you go...“ She smiles widely. “Please be safe, my dear Bilbo.“ Bilbo stares wordlessly, shocked by the sudden speech.

(Y-n) quickly stands and turns away from him. “I.. I apologize... I must go.. I will bid you farewell in the morning.“ Bilbo shoots up, stumbles slightly, and grabs at (Y-n). “wait! Please!“ He sputters. Bilbo gently grabs her hand and tugs (y-n) towards him, making her face him. He scrambles up the bench to stand a bit closer to her height, still only reaching her chest

(Y-n)'s usually peaceful happy face was contorted in sorrow. This made Bilbo's chest ache. “Please, tell me what's going on.“ Tear that had been threatening to fall finally slid down her cheek.

She slouched slightly, covering her face in her hands. “Oh, my brave and noble hobbit! I wish you needn't go! I wish you need not leave me.“ (Y-n) confessed. Bilbo gently took her hands into his, pulling them away from her face.

“I wish I could stay. I've grown very fond of this place.“ He said, looking around at the glowing garden surrounding them. “I've grown very fond of you. I wish I could stay here...with you.“ He looks into (Y-n)'s eyes. “But I want to help the dwarves. I- I can't leave them with no home.“

“Never in my endless life have I ever before felt the way I feel about you, Bilbo.“ (Y-n) confessed. “You are a good hobbit.“ Bilbo smiled at her. “But, after, I'll come back. I'll come back to you, and stay with you.“ (Y-n) stared at him with wide eyes. “If you'll have me, that is...“ He added with a sheepish look.

(Y-n) leaned her forehead onto Bilbo's. His hands shakily lifted and gently held her face. “Do you know what you are saying to me, Bilbo?“ She whispered, eyes closed. She wished to hear him say it. “Y-yes... I love you, (Y-n).“ She gave him a big happy smile that Bilbo thought was beautiful. “I love you, too, my brave Bilbo Baggins!“

The hobbit, overcome with joy, closed the gap between them. (Y-n) wrapped her arms around him, smiling into the kiss. She only pulled away to pepper Bilbo's face in small kisses before planting her lips back on his.

“I'll see you again, my love.“ She whispered. Bilbo smiled and held on to (Y-n).

“I'll see you again...“ He replied earnestly.

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Learning Curve Pt. 2- Fili Durin x Reader

Summary: Continuing on from part one, we get to see Y/n's perspective on their meeting, to where they are now. With communication and a willing heart, the two hope that their relationship can become stronger... And maybe blossom into something more.

*Side note*: I just want to reiterate, everything within the still picture, except the clothes, is inconsequential to this little fic. I just really suck at describing clothes.

Pt. 1, Pt. 2

Y/n could remember the very first time she met Fili. It wasn't on the battlefield as one would believe, but rather, she first saw him in Laketown. They quite literally ran into each other. She remembers this distinctly because she found it most peculiar that she, who was born on those very waters having lived in Laketown and gotten used to the swaying, was knocked on her ass ungracefully while this handsome golden dwarf towered over her.

He barely looked at her, but she was gaping, she was sure of it.

She was only quite thankful that he was too distracted fighting a league of Orcs, trying to lead his ragtag group of Dwarrow, Elf, and Bard's children to safety. All the while Smaug flew above their heads breathing fire and dooming the town below.

Indeed, Y/n did feel quite shameful when she thought back on it. Because not even five minutes earlier, she had lost her father to Smaug who had burned their house and a row of others. She only made it out safely because he had pushed her out into the lake before the fire drake could spew his flames. So Y/n felt quite silly that her heart was moved by this handsome Dwarf who barely glanced her way when she was still mourning the loss of her only family left.

But sometimes, matters of the heart made little sense, and that was a motto Y/n lived by.

Flicking her eyes past him, she noticed an Orc advancing from the shadows, and towards the unsuspecting Dwarf who was struggling with three others.

Without thinking, she clutched the spear that lay by her side and stood up, throwing it straight through the vile creature's heart. The dwarf had looked at her in shock, then nodded in thanks before he advised, "Find yourself a boat miss, and get somewhere safe." He never waited for her answer, already darting after his company. It made her sad, to think he really didn't see her that time, as he was so distracted.

She didn't think she would meet him again a few days later.

Now though, Y/n huffed as she folded up the fishing net, her eyes trailing towards the Lonely Mountain. Despite helping save Fili's life, she had heard no news about his health, or if he was still even alive. She had hoped for the best as she heard Thorin and Kili had woken from their long sleep two weeks and a month respectively. They had made great strides in both their healing and progress on rebuilding their home. Relations with the neighboring kingdoms too had gotten better once Thorin upheld his word and helped Dale rebuild as well. Even the bad blood between the Mirkwood Elves and Erebor Dwarrow lessened when King Thranduil received his treasured gems.

And Bilbo, the Hobbit, had even convinced some of the other Shirelings to come and help heal the land once the snow started to melt. Already, with the Hobbit here the winter was not as harsh as it has been in winters past. The Dwarrow and Men believe it to be because Yavanna will bless whatever land any of her dear Hobbits settle down in.

Y/n was inclined to believe them.

Whatever the reason may be, there really had been nothing but good news all around since the Battle.

Except, Y/n wasn't happy. And it was beginning to show.

When the young fisher woman sighed again, she heard Bard from the other side of the boat put down his things as he said, "Alright."

Y/n turned to the new King of Dale, and caretaker since he took her in as his ward since her father's passing, confusion clear on her face as he walked to her. A warm fatherly smile etched on his face, "What's going on in that head of yours N/n?"

The young woman quirked a brow, while in her minds eye a flash of golden hair and blue eyes entered unprovoked. Shaking out the image, she turned back to her net, "What do you mean?"

"You've been sighing and huffing lately, you only do that when something's weighing on your mind," Bard pointed out causing the young woman to grumble, "I don't huff and sigh."

Bard chuckled good-naturedly, "Lass, I practically helped raise ya with your father once your mother passed. You and my Sig were practically sisters, don't bother denying it." Y/n sighed once more causing Bard to laugh this time, "You just did it again."

Y/n laughed with him, shoving his shoulder playfully before calming down. When they settled, her eyes found the Mountain again and she asked quietly, "Do you think he's alright?"

When Bard remained quiet, she turned to find him searching her face for something. She wasn't quite sure what, but she persisted, "You are King. Have they told you any news.... Of Prince Fili?"

Bard hummed in thought, his own eyes going towards the Lonely Mountain, his elbows coming to rest against the railing of the boat, "I didn't know you knew him." Y/n copied his stance and listened to the sounds of the lake sloshing against the sides of their boat, "I've only met him twice... But he left a great impression on me."

She caught Bard's worried glance and she quickly remedied, "I do not pretend to think he remembers me, or fool myself into hoping he would feel the same... I just..." The creaking of the boards and slight wind russling their hair all brought peace to her tumultuous thoughts as she ended lamely, "I hope he's okay is all."

He was quiet as he observed her, his face twisted in one of worry before he finally spoke, "He's awake. He will be coming to Laketown soon, with his Uncle and Brother." Hope soared in her heart as she turned to him with excitement, "He is? Whatever for?"

Bard frowned as he thumb tapped his knuckles, his hesitance made her heart thump loudly with nerves. Straightening out, he frowned as he supplied, "I'm.... Not supposed to tell you this, as I have not even approached Sigrid about it yet. But it seems I must prepare you for what is about to happen..."

She felt her hands shake, hoping that her worst thoughts were not about to spill from his mouth.

"While Fili was asleep, King Thorin and I came to an agreement that a marriage between our two Kingdoms would be best to strengthen our alliances... With Prince Kili and Tauriel's wedding coming soon, the Dwarrow and Mirkwood Elves have a more stable alliance. It was agreed that Sigrid would marry Prince Fili as soon as he awoke." Bard ended quietly.

Y/n took in a shuttering gasp as she felt her heart shatter. She barely heard his apology as the blood rushed from her head and a ringing filled her ears, "I am so sorry Y/n... I didn't know that you... That you held any regard for him. If I had-"

"It wouldn't matter anyways," Y/n concluded and the older man immediately went to argue, "You don't know that."

She let out a humorless chuckle before stating, "I am nothing but a fisherman's daughter. I could never mean anything to the Heir of Erebor." Bard frowned but didn't say anything, causing the pain in her sould t be crushing. Looking over at the barrels of fish, she surmised, "We have enough fish for today I think."

Bard reached out a hand to comfort her, "Y/n-"

Twisting her body away from him, the silence that followed was deafening. Awkwardly, she looked Bard in the eye, "Let's go home."

It was about a month later when spring had officially begun, that the Line of Durin and their trusted companions made their way down to Dale. Y/n stood next to Sigrid in the market, watching as the group of thirteen Dwarrow, a Hobbit, and an Elf, made their way through town. The Heir himself had gotten many looks from the unmarried daughters who all gathered there to get a look at the eligible Prince.

'But they don't know he's already spoken for', Y/n thought as she watched him scan the crowd around them. No doubt looking for Sigrid. She shook her head before focusing her (e/c) eyes on gutting the fresh fish for their customers.

'Assuming we get any today that is,' her mind unhelpfully supplied as she eyed the Dwarrow who were distracting their usual customers. Her eyes then went to Sigrid who whispered excitedly next to her, "It's so good to see them again, although it's strange to see them this clean. The first time I saw them, the were climbing out of our toilet."

She giggled, while Y/n only cracked a small smile. Sigrid frowned at her friend, "Y/n? What's wrong? You've been acting strange for a while now."

Y/n frowned and was about to answer when gasps and whispers broke whatever thoughts she was having. Looking towards the group, she expected to see the Dwarrow stopped at a stall close by to them. What she wasn't expecting was Fili, with his golden hair alight, and blue eyes twinkling like a clear spring, to be in front of her and beaming.

She felt her face warm, her eyes shifting down to her pants and shirt as embarrassment for the way she looked settled heavily in her gut. But the pull to look back at her Dwarf was too strong, and before she realized it, her shoulders relaxed as she let out a breath just by being in his presence. A warmth began to light in her chest, and for the first time in a month, she actually smiled. With a dip of her head she greeted, "Prince Fili."

"Y/n," he answered just as softly as she had spoken. Her brows shot upwards and she could feel Sigrid by her side watching them with confusion and anticipation, "You remember me?"

"Of course, how could I ever forget?" Fili answered with an easy smile which flustered her too much. She looked down at her hands that were covered in grime, and fish guts before flicking them back towards his mesmerizing eyes, "You are fully recovered I hope?"

"I am, thanks to you I heard," he answered back with a wink. Y/n's heart stuttered for a moment, before she leaned forward conspiratorially and jested, "Oh? Is that all I get? A thanks?"

For a moment, she felt her stomach drop as she wondered, 'What am I doing? I shouldn't be speaking so casually to him!' But to her utter amazement, she watched with intrigue as Fili's eyes drifted towards her lips, before finding their way towards her (e/c) eyes again. Before he could reply, a majestic Dwarf that had long dark hair stepped towards them slightly and commanded in a deep timber voice, "Come Fili, we mustn't keep King Bard waiting."

The company watched in amusement and slight guilt as both Fili and the young woman deflated. Sighing, Fili affirmed, "I'll be right there."

Y/n tried to hide her disappointment that he would be going so soon. She knew that after their meeting with Bard, she would never see him again. That thought alone was enough to fill her with dread, although she didn't have a clue as to why. It made no sense, and yet... Somewhere deep within her she knew that without Fili, she would fade away.

With one last look at Fili, she went to bid him goodbye, but paused as he pinned her with his gaze. His eyes surveyed her from head to toe before he announced, "You look lovely today atamanel."

She heard the whispers start around them once more, but paid them no mind as she blinked dumbly at the Prince, "I'm covered in fish guts."

Fili smirked, "You were lovely the first time we met too." Y/n stood straighter and wondered if he remembered their first meeting in Laketown. Her eyes went to some of the other familiar faces she had met that day and was met with friendly smiles but no recognition. Her eyes went back towards the Prince in front of her as she thought, 'He must be referring to our second meeting... But I-'

"I was covered in Orc blood," she finished her thought out loud as she regarded him incredulously. The Heir chuckled once more and mumbled in the Dwarrow's secret language, "Menu tessu atamanel." Y/n caught many of the Dwarrow grinning at her, causing her to frown, "I don't know what that means."

He grinned at her, and in leu of an answer, switched to common and dipped his head, "I hope we meet again soon."

He left Y/n unable to answer him, her eyes watching his party leave and go towards Sigrid's home in the Center of town. She heard the town's usual commotion start up around her but none knocked her out of her state of reverie until Sigrid elbowed her.

Turning towards her friend with widened eyes, she was immediately overcome with guilt, "Sigrid, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

Y/n was shocked to see Sig's excited grin as she gripped her upper arm and squealed, "What was that?! N/n were you flirting with the Crown Prince of Erebor?? In front of his Uncle, the King??"

Y/n never felt more like the dead fish on her cutting board than she did in that moment as she floundered, "I.... uh..."

She was cut off as Sigrid squealed once more, jumping up and down while she simultaneously shook her friend back and forth. Y/n could feel the blood drain from her face as her actions truly hit her when Sigrid continued, "Oh! I had no idea you two even met! You must tell me all about it!"

"What? No, I can't," Y/n denied.

Sigrid pouted at her, which her friend thought was adorable for the Crown Princess of Dale to do, "Why not? He was clearly smitten? I need the details! Please!"

"Sigrid, I can't," she tried again.

"Please? Was it in the Battle?"

"Sig-"

"You disappeared from Dale for hours, I had feared the worst. Were you really out with the Dwarves?" Sigrid pressed.

"Please Sig, please stop-"

"You know, I've met him as well? He's quite charming. Very handsome, I think he'd make for a find husband. I don't enjoy the short stature myself but more power to you-"

"Sigrid enough!" Y/n finally cut in. The two friends both stood in silence in the stall. Y/n could only be grateful that the market was back to its normal hustle and bustle to pay the pair no mind. The Princess of Dale stood as silent as stone, her eyes widened in shock. Overwhelmed, the fisherman's daughter sighed and with remorse hung her head as she spoke lowly, "I'm sorry Sig. I shouldn't have raised my voice at you like that... I just... I can't talk about meeting him, because he isn't mine to talk about."

"What are you saying? Speak plainly, please," her friend pleaded, and it felt like a knife in Y/n's heart when she heard it wobble.

Looking up towards Sigrid's blue eyes, she complied in a small voice, "You and Fili are engaged to be married."

"What?" Sig muttered taking a half step back. Y/n frowned as she admitted, "It really wasn't my place to tell you, and for that I am sorry but," she smiled at her friend and even though it was downcast she knew it was genuine, "I want you to be happy. And you are right, he seems like a fine dwarf, noble and true."

Sigrid stayed silent as she looked away from her friend, her face twisted in hurt. Without thinking of her bloodied hands, Y/n clasped her own around her friends, drawing Sig's eyes once more Y/n took a step closer as she mumbled lowly to Sigrid, "Please forgive me Sig. I should not have behaved in such a way with your betrothed in front of you."

Sigrid ignored her apologies as she scanned her face and asked, "Do you love him?"

Chuckling self-deprecatingly, the young woman answered, "It doesn't matter how I feel. What matter's is that you are happy. Besides, I've known you my whole life. I would rather have you in it than a chance with a Dwarf Prince that I barely know.... No matter how charming he may be."

Sigrid frowned, "That doesn't answer my question."

"He's a Crown Prince, and you are a Crown Princess. What am I? Just a fisherman's daughter," Y/n sighed, letting go of Sigrid's hands and frowning when she realized how dirty with grime she got them. Looking own at her humble yet dirty outfit, she backed away further before looking up at Sigrid who was scanning her face as her father had a month before. Y/n frowned when she saw her best friend's face harden into determination, "Sig?"

"Right, I cannot stand by and let this happen," the Princess said, mostly to herself as she marched away from their stall. Y/n could only watch with hurt and confusion, baffled by Sigrid's last sentence. With a long suffering sigh, the young woman just came to the conclusion that she had hurt her best friend. Casting her eyes round about the stall, she pursed her lips before starting to put her goods away, knowing that today her heart just wasn't in it.

Sigrid would normally count herself as a patient young woman who could be rather tactful when needed. but she had not the time, nor the energy to waste on anymore dallying, especially when her best friend's happiness was on the line.

Honestly, had Y/n come to her sooner of what she had known, Sigrid would have done something about it in a diplomatic way. But here she was, storming into her house, Bain and Tilda on her heels trying in vain to get her to slow down.

"Da's in a meeting," Bain had warned.

"It's very important, he said it's not to be interrupted," Tilda added breathlessly.

"Da can get over it," she grumbled before unceremoniously throwing open the doors to her Father's office and glaring at him, while the Royal Company stared at Bard's children with widened eyes.

Bard frowned at them as King Thorin rumbled, "What is the meaning of this?"

"I'm sorry Da, we tried to stop her," Bain panted.

"But she wouldn't listen," Tilda finished.

All eyes went back to the Crown Princess of Dale who was in turn, glowering at her father. Bard's brows furrowed as he questioned, "Sig, what are you doing?"

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?" Bard questioned, his eyes searching the Dwarrow around him who looked just as lost.

"That you and King Thorin have come to some agreement to form a stronger alliance by marriage of Crown Prince Fili and I?" Sigrid spoke clearly leaving her father to wince where he sat and Thorin to pale when Fili rounded on his Uncle and cried out, "What?!"

Thorin frowned and mumbled in Khuzdul, "This was before we knew of your One." Fili let out a low growl causing Thorin to raise his hand slightly from the hand rest and command lowly, "Be still, we will sort this out."

The Royal Dwarrow shared one last look before turning back to Bard and his eldest daughter who had made her way closer to the desk where Bard sat. The King of Dale tiredly sighed out, "Y/n told you-"

"Yes! Y/n told me! I wish she had told me sooner!" Sigrid voiced angrily, planting dirty hands on her pristine powder blue dress.

Bard eyed Sigrid stoically, "It wasn't her place to say anything. Nor was it her place to know."

Sigrid glared back defiantly as she spat, "And yet, one must wonder why she knew before me? And why she told me before my own father?" An awkward tense silence filled the office as the Company of Dwarves, and the two royals' respective Ones, watched the pair unsure how to break their stare down. It was only subdued when Bard sighed heavily and ran a hand down his face, "I thought it wise at the time... To warn her. She seemed... More attached than I anticipated."

Sigrid's eyes widened, her mouth moved to made a sound, but she stopped suddenly at the many eyes around them. With slight frustration, she turned back to her father and signed, "You knew?" The Dwarrows brows furrowed as they watched Bard's face turn to shock then frustration before he signed back, "Of course I knew! How did you know?" Kili frowned as he watched the two use some signs that looked similar to Iglishmêk, but was different. Turning to Tauriel and Bilbo, he asked, "What are they saying?"

The two watched and shook their heads, never having seen something like this from where they are from. All the while, Sigrid and Bard were talking aggressively with their hands.

The eldest daughter signed, "Fili and Y/n talked in the market, they were quite obvious I think."

Bard sighed and rolled his eyes, "What was she thinking? I told her to warn her what was to come. She should not have talked to him."

"Da, you can't seriously be thinking of going through with this? You wouldn't be making relations better, you'd be making it worse!" Sigrid argued. Huffing, Bard shook his head, "What else am I supposed to do? As much as I hate seeing N/n upset, I can't just hand her off to Prince Fili! His Uncle would see that as an insult!"

Sigrid's jaw dropped in shock before she growled and signed furiously in defense of her best friend, "Da, I can't believe you would say something like that about her! Prince Fili would be lucky to have her. Besides, you did not see the two of them, it was like there was no one else around them, truly."

Bard exhaled deeply, his brows furrowed with despair as he signed back resolutely, "I'm sorry Sig. I would love to see her happy too. But we can't put Dale in jeopardy to save her feelings."

Sigrid's glare only hardened, she had already made her mind to help her friend, she wouldn't fail now. Taking a step back, she dropped her hands down to her waist and finally announced to the crowd of Dwarrow, "Father, you know why I cannot go through with this."

Bard's eyes widened, "Sigrid, what are you-"

Ignoring him, Sigrid turned to Fili and bowed her head in greetings before saying, "My apologies Crown Prince of Erebor, for not greeting you or your kin sooner." Fili accepted it with a gracious dip of his head, and waited for the headstrong Princess to continue, "I hope I do not cause offense, but I will not go through with marrying you." The company began to mumble around them once more, wondering what the princess was up to as Bard warned, "Sigrid-"

She glared at him before turning her eyes once more to Fili and saying, "I cannot in good conscience marry you for I do not think we would make each other happy."

Fili smiled at her sadly, "No, I don't think we would."

Sigrid gave him a quirky upturn of her lips, "As much as I enjoy your company when you stayed with us in Laketown, I believe the only intentions we have for each other is friendship. Although I believe I will always cherish your guidance as a friend, I don't think it fair to doom ourselves to a loveless marriage."

"I couldn't agree more," Fili nodded diplomatically. Sigrid fought a grin, "However, should it appease both our kingdoms with a marriage of an alliance, might I suggest a possible candidate? You have already met her." Fili furrowed his brows wearily but nodded for her to continue, "Her name is Y/n, she is the one you were talking to in the Marketplace earlier."

At this, the entire room started with surprise, but Sigrid and Fili shared a grin as he nodded, "Aye, I know her. She saved my life."

"Would you be opposed to having her as your intended instead?" Sigrid questioned seriously even with the smile on her face.

"I find this to be agreeable," Fili spoke with a wide grin on his face. Sigrid hummed and folded her arms. Looking rather proud of herself she turned back to her father and announced, "Well, it seems we still have a wedding between our two people after all." Bard blinked in his shock before turning to Thorin and saying heavily, "Her lineage will not bother you? She is not of noble birth."

Thorin looked over to his nephews before saying cryptically, "When it comes to matters such as these, not even the most stubborn of Dwarrow will fight their union."

Kili and Fili beamed at their Uncle's approval. Even Tauriel, as quiet as the she-elf was around the company, blushed lightly at the praise of the Dwarven King.

Bard and his children weren't fully aware of the depths his words held, but Sigrid smiled sweetly at the notion. And hoped one day she too would find someone who looked at her the way Fili looked at Y/n.

Sulking.

She didn't do sulking.

There was no time for such trivial matters such as that anyhow. Sigrid and Fili's engagement would be announced soon enough no doubt. Which meant celebrations, which meant food, which meant meat. Lots and lots of meat.

So no, she wasn't sulking.

She was just resting...

On the docks...

By herself.

She huffed as she looked down at her reflection in the water. Kicking her grubby image with her worn boots, she watched her reflection ripple before settling once more. Her face twisted at the sight of herself, and her musing took a turn for the worst.

'Look at you, why would you think he would ever want you?'

'Even if you weren't a commoner, you are plain, even by Human standards. There are others who outshine you.'

'It's really quite sad, you've barely spoken to him and yet here you are. Wallowing.'

It was her last thought that made her straighten and glare down at herself defiantly. Y/n took in her wild hair, her e/c eyes, her queer sense of style as some would put it, and thought, 'That's right. It is quite sad. I am a daughter of a Fisherman. I have no title, no dowry, and I live by my father's trade. I don't wallow over fanciful flights of my heart.'

She ignored the sting that followed those thoughts as she took in the sight of her dirty hands, still covered in grime and blood that she knew also held callouses. She smiled, 'I am just Y/n, and there is nothing wrong with that.'

With an affirming nod, Y/n stood up when someone spoke behind her, "Hello."

The young woman let out a shriek of fright as she turned and jumped at the sight of the Dwarf Prince. Her eyes widened further, as did his, when she stumbled backwards. Too close to the edge as she was, she fell off the docks and into the chilled dark waters below.

When she resurfaced, his concern was plain to see as he stood near the edge and asked, "I do apologize, I didn't mean to frighten you. Are you alright?"

Y/n pushed her hair out of her face, unable to stop her mirth as she joked, "Yes, I meant to do that."

A twinkle of mischief sparkled in the young Dwarf's eyes, his mustache braids swaying as he smirked, "Really?" Swimming a little further from the docks, she nodded in all seriousness, "Oh aye, the water feels grand. You should join me."

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his laugh. Despite the cool water chilling her skin, she felt warm all over. Sinking into the water just enough until the waterline hid her smile, she waded closer once more hoping to steal some more silent moments to gaze at her Dwarf.

Fili settled and looked down at her from above, his smile all soft and sweet. He tilted his head towards the docks after a moment and suggested, "Come up? There is something I wish to discuss with you."

Y/n didn't feel like she could trust her voice, so she simply nodded. When she was up, she crinkled her face at her sopping wet clothes that scratched with every uncomfortable step she took. Her boots squelched with each stride but she slowly made her way over to the Dwarven Prince that had plagued her thoughts the last five months since the Battle. Her eyes flitted up towards his shyly, finding that he was already watching her once more with that soft smile.

Her nerves made her eyes flit downward, her fists clenched by her side as the silence droned on between them. She shivered in slight discomfort when all she could feel was the heat of his gaze on her skin. So to spare herself from embarrassing herself further, she flicked her eyes towards him and inquired, "You wanted to speak to me?"

Fili didn't say anything for a moment, his eyes lingering on her face before shedding off his coat and offering it to her. Y/n furrowed her brows as she looked from the coat to Fili who only chuckled before walking over to her and handing it her, "Here, this should keep you warm."

Y/n felt her face flush with heat as she mumbled, "Oh.. Thank you." She accepted it with a shy smile, wrapping it around her shoulders and shuddering at the heat it provided. If she also secretly inhaled his scent of leather, oils, and fire it was neither here nor there. Fili watched her for a moment, hiding his own smile before they both turned outward towards the lake. Taking in a deep breath, he hooked his thumbs on the belt loop, and said conversationally, "Princess Sigrid came into our meeting today, much to our surprise."

Y/n's stature instantly went rigid, her face going neutral. Fili frowned at her immediate change, and could have sworn her eyes looked dejected although her voice had an air of aloofness, "Oh? Did she say what for?"

Fili studied her as he answered, "She told her father, in so many words, that she could not marry me."

Y/n hid her surprise well, any hope that sprung to her heart she immediately squashed as she turned to the Dwarf Prince beside her and responded evenly, "Really? Then what did she suggest?" At the Golden Prince's brows quirked, Y/n clarified, "I know Sig, we've grown up together. She's practically my sister, she would not have made such a statement if she didn't already have a counteroffer."

Y/n was rewarded with a warm chuckle that made her insides melt as he nodded, "You are right. She did make a different offer. But.... before I continue I do want you to know that you have no obligation to agree. Dale and Erebor can continue with their good relations without this... Alliance."

At the Prince's slightly worried tone, Y/n's own apprehension began to grow. Nodding for him to continue, Fili took in a deep breath before sitting down and patting the spot next to him. Y/n gravitated towards him without thinking, waiting for him to collect his thoughts for a moment. After a short pause, he took a deep breath and explained, "In Dwarrow culture, when one wishes to court another, we gift our intended three items that would be useful to them and show that we can protect, provide, and cherish them."

The young woman smiled at the thought, imagining what Fili would gift her if they lived in a different world where they could have worked out. Her eyes found Fili's blue ones as he continued, "Usually those gifts are more specific towards the one they are courting as well, so... to start off a courtship we ask to braid our bead into their hair."

Y/n's breath escaped her when Fili pulled a beautiful golden bead that had a rune she didn't recognize on it. He held out his palm as his eyes searched hers with fear and hopefulness mixed in them, "Would you, Y/n of Dale, allow me the honor of braiding my bead in your hair?"

Her chest heaved as she felt all her hopes and dreams within her hands reach, and yet she couldn't help but ask breathlessly, "Why me? Why not Sigrid?"

Fili smiled, even if fear was still visible as he confessed, "The moment I met you, there was no one else."

Y/n let out a shaky laugh as tears happily left her eyes as she joked, "You know I was joking about wanting more for saving your life. If this is out of pity-"

"It's not," Fili interrupted, his features turning more confident.

"Then yes," was her prompt reply, as her tears blurred her vision. She could see his countenance rival that of the Sun, and felt her own lips stretch into a grin as response, "I would be honored to wear your bead."

Fili sucked in a breath before, taking a section of her hair behind her ear and plaiting it into something that felt rather complicated to Y/n. At the end, he tied off her hair, and clasped his bead. His blue eyes once more searched her face, before he chuckled happily and brought her forehead down to touch it lightly with his mumbling something in Khuzdul that left her slightly confused but otherwise happy.

They stayed there for many hours talking quietly with one another, planning their next meeting. All the while, Y/n couldn't help but feel content, and feel that the future would hold nothing but great things.

Y/n paced the length of the room in her shared chambers with her Dwarf. The soft flowing material of her sleeves swished as she walked, her dominant hand making its way to her mouth to chew on her fingernails (a habit that Bilbo has been trying very hard for her to break). She grumbled angrily and wiped the tears that had not stopped falling since her talk with Tauriel and Bilbo just thirty minutes earlier.

Irritation bubbled skin deep as she thought of the pounding headache she'd have tomorrow just because she was crying. But of course, that was just one of her many problems. The other, being unsure of how to approach her husband of her fears.

Y/n was no fool, she knew that she needed to talk to her handsome Dwarf in order for this marriage to work. And despite her fears, she was unwilling to let Fili go just yet. So she had to hold onto the hope that maybe, just maybe Bilbo was right. That Fili did love her.

But that didn't stop the deep seeded fears that only spoke of her insecurities.

'He doesn't love you anymore.'

'He only married you to strengthen the alliance between our two kingdoms.'

'Fili will leave you, there is nothing you have to offer.'

Grumbling she pinched the bridge of her nose and told those thoughts to shut it. Her misery only stopped when the door opened and shut soundly.

Turning to see who it was, she was surprised to see none other than her Golden Dwarf looking at her with red rimmed eyes and a guilty expression. He barely even made eye contact with her, causing her browns to furrow before she sighed and slumped to the floor, "Bilbo told you didn't he?"

"Yes," was his quiet response. The awkward tension that filled the silence afterwards made both shift uncomfortably before she let out another sigh and patted the floor next to her, "Come, sit. I think we have some things to talk about."

She saw from her peripheral that he did so, although wearily before he sat down, not too close to her. He looked almost frightened, which soothed the ache in her own chest. Looking over at him she frowned, "What did I do wrong?"

Fili's head snapped over to her, his fear overtaken by pain, "What?"

"What did I do wrong?" She repeated before continuing, "You never look at me. Something has changed between us. We were fine during our courting, and then suddenly you couldn't bare to be near me when we got married." Her thoughts went to what Balin told her before their marriage and her heart broke silently, "Is it because I'm not your One?"

"What?" He repeated, his eyes widened in horror which seemed to confirm Y/n's worst fears. She felt her tears fall anew as she explained, "Balin told me about Ones, and what they mean to Dwarrow. Do you resent me? I know our marriage is one of alliance but-"

Fili's golden brows furrowed then, shaking his head, he reached for her hands and stopped her, "Hold on, atamanel, what do you mean you are not my One?"

Y/n frowned and tried to explain while her heart shattered once more, "Balin said that Ones for Dwarrow were a gift from your maker, Mahal, that when he carved your soul from the stone, he cleaved it in two before sending you down here."

"Yes, but Y/n, you are my One."

"What?" the Heir's Consort questioned now beyond confused. Fili shifted closer, "You are my One Y/n."

Furrowing her brows, she tried to wrap her mind around this revelation, "But... But how can I be? I'm not a Dwarf. I thought you could only have-"

Fili sighed in irritation as he glared at the fire, "It seems Balin didn't mention that we can sometimes find our Ones outside of our own race. That is why Uncle is married to Bilbo, and Kili to Tauriel." Y/n felt her face blanch as she sputtered, "Wh-what? But.... But Bard said our marriage was for-"

"An alliance? It probably would have been had the marriage agreement between Crown Princess Sigrid and I actually went through," he explained calmly, his posture finally seeming to relax. But only slightly, she had noted. Sighing, Y/n unknowingly pulled her hands away from Fili's causing him to frown up at his wife as she asked, "Why didn't Bard tell me?"

"I think... As far as King Bard knew, I did marry you to strengthen our alliance," Fili concluded quietly, "We are a secretive people, we don't let outsiders know of our culture. Unless they marry into it of course." Y/n glared at her husband, "Then why have you been ignoring me if I am your One?"

At his wince, her demeanor softened, but she waited for him as he gazed at the fire before saying in a broken voice, "Balin told me the day of our wedding that you thought our marriage was just for the alliance between our people. He also said that your people held no such beliefs. And it... hurt."

She sucked in a sharp breath, her face warped in pain as he continued, "As I told my Uncle earlier, I was tempted to stop the wedding there to free you from being tied to me if you didn't wish it, if you didn't really want me, but... I am a selfish Dwarf and I couldn't. So, I settled to just giving you space instead."

The stillness that enveloped them was full of misery. Y/n frowned before scooting closer, causing Fili to eye her as she took his hand and asked, "How did you know I was your One?"

Fili let out a bitter sounding chuckle, "When we first met, and I lay there dying... I saw you and for the first time in my life I felt complete. I felt whole. I just knew, that you were my other Half, and I prayed to Mahal to not take me yet because I had just found you. And I couldn't... I couldn't..."

His head hung as he quietly cried, fear that she would leave him. His actions towards her caused him to hide his face in shame. Y/n though, thought back to how she felt, and couldn't help the smile as she ran her hands through his hair. His eyes gravitated towards her, holding questions and fear, but they showed only shock as she laughed, "Oh, you dumb, handsome dwarf."

His head popped up in bafflement and insult, "Excuse me?"

He watched his wife laugh some more before she said with mirth in her eyes, "You are ridiculous. I wish you had explained to me what a One is, and how you felt. But then again... I should have also come to speak with you sooner than I did." Fili quirked a brow as his head fell to one side in question causing her to let out happy hum. Her hands continued to trail through his hair as she whispered conspiratorially, "I guess I should finally reveal my own secret. Our first meeting was not on Raven Hill."

His brows shot up, "What?"

"We met a few days prior, in Laketown. When Smaug was laying waste to it with fire," she revealed. He blinked before shaking his head, "No, I would have remembered."

"Love, you were busy fighting Orcs, and trying to lead your company to safety, and then you fought in a Battle and almost...." She choked on the last word but pressed on with a lilt in her voice as she joked, "I doubt you would remember the girl who saved you from an Orc, you barely even looked at me then."

Fili blinked as he searched his memories of that night. The event she spoke of sparked recognition, but the face of the young woman wasn't all that clear. 'All this time, it was Y/n?' he wondered. When his blue-eyed gaze returned to her she beamed at him as she disclosed, "That night that we ran into each other, it felt like my world shifted, and I couldn't stop thinking about you as My Dwarf. When the Battle came and I saw some of the same faces the day we met, but not yours, I followed and found your brother causing a racket trying to leave so that he could find you. I volunteered to go search for Prince Fili, and they gave me a description... but I really was trying to find you. I wanted to make sure my Dwarf was safe."

Fili blinked in disbelief and slight confusion, "If you knew who I was, why did you ask for my name?"

Y/n felt her face warm in embarrassment as she confessed, "It hadn't clicked that you were one and the same until your said your name."

Fili felt his jaw drop slightly before he laughed for the first time since their courtship began. His mirth was contagious, as she soon joined him, leaning against his solid form as they held each other. Fili felt his eyes sting once more as he asked wetly, "We are fools aren't we?"

Y/n stilled, her smile turning bittersweet, "Yes, we are."

"We could have avoided all this heartache sooner had we talked," Fili observed.

His wife only hummed as she watched him. With a frown, he turned his head and asked, "Can you ever forgive me?"

Y/n was silent for a beat longer than Fili was comfortable with causing him to squirm where he sat. Her (e/c) eyes pierced him in his spot as she said, "We will have to learn to talk to each other in the future."

"Yes," he readily agreed.

"If one of us feels uncomfortable, we need to voice it from now on, no more walking on eggshells around each other," she stated firmly.

He nodded, "Of course."

She still remained tense as she asked, "When do you need to go back to your duties?"

"Uncle gave me a few days, but if you need space, or time to think I can leave you be," Fili offered with a frown.

"Do you think he will give you a week or so if you asked?" Y/n asked surprising him. Furrowing his brows he shrugged, "He might, why do you ask?"

His eyes widened as his wife crawled onto his lap, and planted herself there, her smirk turning seductive as she suggested, "I've been wanting to make you an Adad Fi, and we never had a proper wedding night." His initial shock gone, Fili felt his grin stretch his face as one hand held his wife's hips firmly and the other tugged her down to meet his lips soundly. Their passion fueling the other before they separated with a loud smack as Fili said breathlessly, "I think we can arrange that."

A/N: Yeah!! Finally done!! So, I'm not gonna lie, I was thinking this needed just one more part. But I would like to see where you guys wanted this to go, I'm not sure I will do a smut as I suck at that, but I can allude to it. Or maybe some interactions with the other Dwarrow in the company? Or if there are other ways you want this to go, please comment below. And if you feel so inclined, leave a like, it would mean a lot. Thank you. :3

#fili x you #fili durin #fili x reader #the hobbit #everybody lives #post-bofta #kiliel #thilbo #thorin and company #erebor #culture differences #dwarven ones

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fantasyinallforms · 2 years ago

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Alright, we've got to talk about this scene because for a scene as short as this one, it packs a huge punch! They manage to cram a frankly impressive amount of information into less than a min. This will be a long one so strap in and let's start at the very beginning, right after Ori asks, "What about Bilbo?"

Up until this point, we have only ever heard Thorin's voice crack once. Just once, and that was when he thought that he missed his chance to enter Erebor. A huge defining moment in this quest. The second time was right here when he said, "Give him more time." Please note how Thorin is standing. Hands pressed together and head bent, his back completely turned to the mountain. He doesn't even turn his head until Balin utters the word "Killed".

Now Here Thorin says, "You're afraid." He does it in an almost accusatory way and directly after Balin finishes his above sentence. I truly think this is because he has been sitting here dreading Bilbo's fate for hours. This, combined with the dragon sickness that's starting to take hold, wreaking havoc on his psyche. In this moment, the lines between Bilbo and the treasure are getting blurred. His face is a picture of discontent and fear. So in usual Thorin fashion, he lashes out. He voices his fear to Balin as an accusation. I don't think anything articulates how bizarre Thorin is acting more than the below gif.

Balin fully leans away from him in shock, eyes searching this face before going on to say that he fears for him with tears in his eyes. Thorin is at war with himself. He's at war with the growing greed pumping through his veins, and how much he cares and worries for Bilbo. His love for Bilbo is winning because he is desperately forcing himself to detach Bilbo from himself. They go out of their way in the next 13 seconds to tell us that multiple separate times! I will break those down for you now.

Let's start here with this line and how it's said. Time and time again, clearly on and off screen, Thorin has shown his regard for Bilbo. The handful of time we see is not enough to invoke this strong of a reaction from Balin, a Dwarf who has known him his entire life. Would not hesitate is a powerful choice of words. Think of the things you would not hesitate to save from death or destruction. They're all things you love, things you can't live without. That is what Balin is implying Bilbo is to Thorin. Balin knows the depth of Thorin's affection.

And here we have the response and the third time we ever hear Thorin's voice crack and stutter. He chooses to call him "burglar" and forces the words out through his teeth like a curse, like he's fighting something. The statement in and of itself is an obvious lie. He has risked his life for Bilbo multiple times. The trolls, the cliffside, even when Bard threatened them, and he practically glued himself to Bilbo's side.

That brings us to this moment. This is right after the dragon's roar. The look of pure panic at Balin's words. He looks at the door, and the battle between Bilbo and the Arkenstone flips to Bilbo like a light switch. In this moment, Bilbo is more important. He rushes through the door into fiery danger, and the relief in his voice when he sees Bilbo, is clearly audible. Now we all know in the next scene, he holds Bilbo at sword point, and it flickers again. After that, however, Thorin's sickness seems to reconcile Bilbo and the treasure as one thing. Why else would he give him the second most valuable thing in the hoard? Treasure can't steal treasure.

I do have a theory that if Bilbo had revealed the stone, Thorin would not have been upset. It was only when he gave it away that it was deemed betrayal in the highest order.

#bagginshield #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #bilbo x thorin #thorins company #deep dive

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totallynottinsel · 2 months ago

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Hey! I saw you were open to Bagginshield fic recs :) kind of an odd request here, but could you please do one where Bilbo+Thorin are on a journey (any, doesn't have to be the Erebor journey if you don't want it to be (: ) and they come across a little hurt abandoned human girl and then they take care of her for the rest of the journey and maybe even adopt her (nothing NSFW pls). If you don't feel up to it, don't feel pressured! Thank you!!

Love this! I'm starting to write with my own Bagginshield oc daughter so this is perfect timing

I hope I did alr, it's hard to speedrun bonding and relationships and have it be short form but I tried 😭

"We've gotten more letters reporting unknown sightings," Said Balin, holding a few handfuls of paper. "Stolen food, clothes.. they're worried it's another Orc pack on the rise."

"Too civilized to be an Orc." Thorin shook his head; since the slow reconstruction of Dale over the past months, the people had been calling aid upon the mountain once again to tell of missing goods. More and more had disappeared and it did not sit well with the folk hoping to make the ruined city home. Some feared the Orcs after what had transpired in the Battle, while others sought it to be them turning on one another for the lack of needs to survive. The last thing they wanted was for the Men of Dale to war between themselves.

"Could it be an animal? I used to get quite a bit of pesky rodents in Bag End. Always ate away my garden.." Bilbo grumbled at the thought of those cheeky mice who came out in the summer to feast.

"Suppose it could. But I doubt there's any left alive to cause this much 'o ruckus." Balin assured. "It might help calm the people if we take a trip down there, just to let them see it's no danger. Would be a good chance to see how Bard is fairing too."

"Let's get to it then," Thorin looked to Bilbo who gave a nod. Things were running smoothly enough in the mountain to leave for the day---at least till Fili and Kili get bored, which they eventually would once they realized Thorin had left, and that meant free run of the whole place.

The three of them took off on pony-back soon after, welcomed by the fresh spring breeze and little song birds that flew to nest on the rock beds. Bilbo smiled fondly at the scenery; he was still getting used to living in Erebor, it was quite different from the comforts of the Shire he'd grown so used to. This trip was also his first official on sight day as a consort, the title he'd gained after he and Thorin tied the knot---which was extremely nerve racking in itself. Being a kings 'right hand man', as he liked to put it, was going to take some getting used to as well. Thorin was always there to quell his worries. And having Balin was a plus.

They soon arrived at the front of Dale, hopping off their ponies and tending them to a post, they were greeted by Bard. "Good to see you, my friends. I hate to say it, but I've been stumped over this so-called thief we have on our hands. I'm starting to believe it's some sort of elaborate joke."

"Well, we're lucky to have the world's greatest burglar at our side, wouldn't you say lad?" Balin gave Bilbo a kind pat on the shoulder. Who better to get inside the mind of a suspected thief than one themselves?

Though Bilbo seemed to think a bit different. "Ah, me?" So that's what he was here for---just to be thrown in as bait! He supposed he couldn't blame them, he was quite good at the whole sneaking thing. At least this time he'd be faced with a rat or less rather than a dragon, or a possible orc... a really odd orc, if that was the case. "Right, I see how it is. You're coming with me." He pointed a finger towards Thorin.

"Wouldn't have thought otherwise." Thorin unsheathed his sword; Bard led them to the areas of notice, and as they walked the streets spoke to the locals who had witnessed this disappearance of goods firsthand. Most of them gave very different answers that really brought them to no conclusions, though Balin did stay behind to try and get some useful information on it from an older lady giving him the eyes.

Bilbo was searching for---quite literal---bread crumbs of a trail down an unsuspecting alley. At the most he'd gotten a scare from what looked to be a raggedy bird that came out from a pile of nasty orc remains. He doubted that was the culprit. The hypothetical trail seemed to run dry till he was spooked again by a scamper from behind, turning a quick shoulder to just catch a glimpse of something small running into a crack in the wall. "A-ha!" He hurried down the opposite end to grab Thorin's attention, who had been taken by the old lady as well. "I've got something---I saw it go into a hole in the wall, or... er, just come look."

"What did it look like?" Asked Thorin as they traveled back.

"I don't know, I only saw a little."

Thorin made some sound of acknowledgement and stepped forward into the alley, sword drawn and pointed near the cracked hole, unaware of what would jump out of it. Before he got too close Bilbo saw a door they could make way into, and they took that route instead. Inside the old house was a collection of burned furniture, broken floor boards and windows and ceilings, and not to mention the dried puddles of blood. Nothing seemed to be occupying the space for quite some time, and the mystery culprit was nowhere. They were just about to leave before suddenly a lengthy shard of glass was thrown at Thorin, who swung out of its way and pushed aside the large crate it came behind from.

It all happened so quick Bilbo barely had time to think till he saw what the tip of Thorin's blade was pointed towards; a child. "Wait! Wait," He grabbed the dwarf's arm and inched him back. "It's a child!"

"I see that," Thorin's sword found its way back to his hip, as he somewhat curiously raised a brow at the sight before them. Around the room there were piles of tattered clothes and fresh and rotten food galore. "Seems we've found are thief." The girl was clearly human, but scrawny and small, she must've been no older than seven or eight. Mud covered her cheek and her redish-orange curls were torn in every which way. She coward away from them.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Thorin! You're giving the poor girl a fright!" Bilbo swatted at him to back away further. "She's not a thief, she's just... trying to survive." He tentatively approached the girl, who tried to hide. "Ah---don't run! It's alright. We're not going to hurt you." He raised his hands to show he wasn't armed, lowering down to her level. "We just want to help, that's all." The girl was still hesitant, but listening. "My name is Bilbo Baggins. And there's Thorin---he's really not as scary as he looks. What's your name?"

The girl only looked at them silently for awhile, until she started to draw something in the dirt.

"Elli," Bilbo repeated the message she scribbled. "That's a very nice name you have there. Where, er... are your parents? Your family?"

Elli drew another, and this time it was in the shape of what looked to be a dragon. Smaug. She must have lost them in the attack on Laketown. "Oh. I... I see." He nodded Thorin towards the drawing, and though the dwarf looked away, the guilt was clear in his eyes. "Would you like to come with us?" Well, that got Thorin's attention back rather quick.

"With us?"

"Yes!"

"She belongs here with her own kind." Thorin crossed his arms over his chest.

"Hm, let's see; how long have I been living in the mountain now? I'm not a dwarf, am I?" Bilbo quipped, waiting for an answer, but Thorin was rightfully bested once again. "Exactly." He went back to Elli, who pointed to the messy pile of food. "Oh, yes, you're hungry. Right---you can come with us and we'll get you something to eat. A warm bath? How does that sound?"

She slowly nodded. She let Bilbo help her forward and followed them back to the ponies, which she was weary of.

"My, and who's this?" Asked Balin.

"Elli, she needs our help. She... lost her family, so I think it's only right we do something." Said Bilbo. The girl was hiding behind him for cover.

"That's mighty kind of you. There's been too many children who've seen death in these past months. I'll see to it if anyone in town knows of her." Said Bard.

And with that, they returned to the mountain with a new addition. She had fallen asleep on the ride back, probably exhausted. Lucky for them Bombur had been experimenting in the kitchen, and some fresh made hearty egg sandwiches were on the table. The smell enticed half the company inside. "Back already?" Kili mumbled with a load of bread in his mouth.

"We... found something." Said Thorin, and everyone gave him a stare.

"Could you be more specific?" Bofur was the first to ask, but Thorin just sighed, and out from behind him came Bilbo, and behind Bilbo came Elli. She clung to his leg. Every dwarf either gasped or hollered loudly.

"Now keep your heads down, lads! This poor girl's been through the ringer, so don't go giving her more trouble." Balin's stern call kept them all shut, besides Dwalin who scoffed as if it was funny.

"This is Elli, Elli---this is... uh, everyone. Almost. They're nice too, once you get to know them." Bilbo took her gently by the hand and led her to a chair, offering her a sandwich which she ate enthusiastically. "Her family was taken by Smaug's last attack."

"She's human, then?" Perked Fili, giving the girl a friendly wave, and her lips nearly curled upward. "Is she gonna stay?"

"Oh! Is she?" Kili was already up. "I've always wanted a---"

"She's just staying till she's been properly fed and taken care of." Thorin intervened with that strangely bitter tone of his. He did say he would work on being far less pessimistic, but that was easier said than done.

"However long she's staying, all that matters is that we get her feeling better." Bilbo handed her another sandwich after she finished the first, as well as some water she gulped down. Kili and Fili offered themselves to get a special guest room ready for her, and Bombur was getting more food ready as they spoke. Ori even went to find some new clothes for her that Dori could fit to her size better. They were a good bunch, as always.

After she'd had a cozy bath to herself and a new set of clothes that were still a bit too large, she was looking to be on the brighter side. At least a little. She slept well enough, but it was the next afternoon where she finally spoke.

"You look funny for a dwarf."

"I---what?" Bilbo turned to face her as she sat looking at some book Ori had given her. "I'm not a dwarf, I'm a hobbit."

"Hob...?" She seemed confused.

"Yes, hobbit. Very different from a dwarf."

"How?"

Bilbo wasn't exactly sure how to describe the many and obvious differences between the two if she'd never heard of a hobbit till then. "Uh, we just... are."

"Why are your feet so big?"

"I was born that way? All hobbit's look like me. Well, not really, but similar enough." He shrugged.

"Oh." She gave a slow nod, even if she thought it was weird. "Will the dragon come back?"

Bilbo's heart pained hearing that. "No, no. He's dead. He's gone forever." Elli let him sit next to her on the floor. "I saw it. And you're safe here, I promise."

She nodded again. "Do all hob-is live here?"

"Hobbit. But no, I used to live quite a ways from here. A place called the Shire; it has very wonderful trees and gardens and all sorts of things."

"Why don't you live there anymore?"

She was full of questions he wasn't expecting. "Ah, well... " How was he supposed to explain all that to a seven year old? "You remember Thorin from yesterday, right?"

"He's not nice."

"Er, he's just... anyways! He hired me to help him and his company find something. I did, and... I enjoy it here, so I decided to stay. To put it simply."

"What did you find?" She tilted her head curiously.

"Some blasted old rock." The Arkenstone really did no favors for anyone. At the very least it was gone. Elli gave him a look that read her thinking of her little interaction with Thorin even worse; he's mean, and he collects rocks? What's up with that?

That did change however on the coming day, when she found herself alone with the dwarf after Bilbo had left to help a kitchen disaster that occurred, and gave the duties of babysitter to Thorin.

"Are you a hobbit or a dwarf?"

Not expecting any conversation to happen, Thorin had closed his eyes to rest, but was almost immediately shook awake. "What?" That caught him by surprise.

"Are you a hobbit or a---"

"Dwarf." He'd become a bit rusty when it came to dealing with young children after his nephews grew older. "Why do you ask?"

Elli shrugged. She asked a few more random questions regarding his appearance or why he collected rocks, which absolutely confused him, but there was one thing she asked that shifted the room. "Will I see my Ma and Da again when I die?"

Thorin wasn't all too sure himself of that; he did not know if Mahal would truly take their spirits to a peaceful place after death, or perhaps he gave you the choice yourself. Or perhaps none at all. In any case, humans and dwarves had different beliefs in what spirits guided you forward, so what her thought of the after days would be like was unlike his own. "What do you think?"

"I think I will."

The sadness of her eyes reminded him of Fili and Kili when their father passed, of himself. "I've lost my Mother and Father. To the dragon, and to another beast I couldn't control."

"Were you sad?" Asked Elli.

"Yes," He nodded. "Some days I still am."

They weren't so weary of each other after that.

And finally it came to a day where all the anguish had caught up to her. She had suddenly burst out in tears, and without word clung to Thorin's leg like a lifeline. He did his best to soothe her aches and Bilbo offered her a kind hug she returned. They both felt and agreed they could not imagine leaving her off somewhere or with someone else; it was hard not to grow fond of her, and she deserved a home to rest in. She equally reminded both of themselves at some point in their lives. Fili and Kili were very pleased to be getting a 'sister' of sorts they could spend their time with, even if she found them a bit too loud or strange. They were all beginning to be quite an interesting family.

#the hobbit #bilbo baggins #bagginshield #thorin oakenshield #!established Bagginshield #thorin x bilbo #fic request #set some time post BOTFA /everybody lives nobody dies huzzah #more girl dad thorin #LAST OF US S2 PREMIER NIGHT AS IM ERITING THIS SO IM NAMING HER AFTER ELLIE #she's also inspired by Isha from Arcane since i wanted to make her different from my oc!#this is a long one LOL

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daydreaming136 · 1 year ago

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Kili Durin x F!READER (Modern female)

Pairings: Kili x Reader slight Fili x Reader if you squint lol

Tags: modern reader female, isekai, waking up in the hobbit, death, romance, adventure, magic, dwarves, elves, everyone lives AU!, eventual smut,

Author notes: hi this is my first time writing for the hobbit hopefully someone will like it ❤️ please be kind in the comments and don’t be afraid to message me any questions ❤️

When I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful blue sky and the sun shining bright there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I sat up suddenly there was a pain in my stomach I winced and hissed. I lifted my shirt to look for any injury and didn’t find any. Then I realized the pain went away, I blinked a few times and thought back about my day and how I got here. The day went on as usual woke up spent some time to myself, which includes coffee and some gaming. Got ready for work, shower, brushed teeth, a pair of jeans and a button down shirt, a pair of shoes which were dirty from working in them. I drove to work, clocked in, put my Home Depot apron on, got stabbed by some crazed customer, clocked out, drove home…wait what? Let me back up a bit. I got stabbed by some crazed customer?? I lifted my shirt up again but didn’t see a stab mark. I huffed and got up. “Did I die? Is this heaven?” I chuckled. “Well I didn’t think I’d end up in heaven.” I looked around but didn’t see a person or angel in sight. I looked for any sign of life and saw smoke a few miles away. “I guess I’ll start there.” I walked towards where the smoke was residing. I walked into a small village. I mean literally small because the people were small and everything in the village was small. The people reminded me of hobbits with their pointy ears and big hairy feet. I walked to what looked like a market place. I thought I saw Bilbo baggins from the hobbit at one point but decided to kept walking. Til I recognized a familiar gray pointy hat. I sped up my pace and grabbed the persons sleeve. “Excuse me.” Once the man turned around I immediately recognized the man. “Yes my lady?” I felt my eyes go wide from shock. “Um I-I…” my words died from my mouth as I looked at his face longer. Gandalf raised his brow, “are you alright my dear?” I blinked realizing I’ve been staring at him. “You’re Gandalf the grey, right?” He looked at me up and down, staring at me questioning. “Indeed I am, and you are?” I realized I was making a fool out of myself I shook my head and cleared my throat. “Mr. Gandalf my name is Y/N and i know I’m going to sound crazy but I believe I ended up in either The Hobbit or Lord Of The Rings. Please believe me when I say that I’m not trying to do any harm to you or Bilbo or Frodo or Thorin.” He stared at me hard then he started to smile. “Well my dear why don’t we walk and talk.” I nodded and began to walk beside him. “So let’s start from the beginning.” I swallowed and started my tale of the hobbit careful enough to not give anything important away. “Hm. Well I do believe you my lady for I just talked to Bilbo not too long ago.” I smiled. “Thank goodness. Please let me join you and the company to take back the lonely mountain, with my knowledge I can help.” He thought for a moment and nodded. “Alright. Let’s get you some supplies for the journey ahead.” We hit the market again getting me a bedroll and some feminine products I’ll need. Then he lead me to a familiar hole in the ground. “This is bilbos place isn’t it?” Gandalf nodded. “I need to do something for a bit wait for me here til I return.” I nodded. “Okay.” He began to walk away. “Oh and Y/N do stay out of trouble.” I chuckled. “You got it.”

Hours went by I ended up on the grass and took a nap. It was hard not to when the sun felt nice on my skin and the grass felt comfortable. I was startled awake by a shake to my shoulder. When I opened my eyes I was met with brown and blue eyes. “Miss why are you sleeping out here?” I blinked and sat up. “Oh sorry I must’ve dozed off waiting for Gandalf.”

“Gandalf? Are you the new member uncle was telling us?” I nodded. “Probably, Gandalf told me to wait here for him, are you heading to Mr. Baggins?” They nodded. “He should be here soon why don’t we head in while we wait?” I bit my lip and nodded. “Okay I’m sure it’ll be fine. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“I’m Fili and this is my brother Kili.” I nodded to Kili noticing him not saying anything. The three of us walked toward Bilbos home. Fili rang the doorbell. And we waited for the hobbit to open the door. Bilbo opened the door. Bilbo whimpered when he saw the three of us. “Fili.” Fili introduced himself “Kili.” Kili finally spoke. “And Y/N.” I introduced myself. The two dwarves bowed their heads. “At your service.” I nodded towards Bilbo. “You must be Mr. Boggins.”

“Nope! You can’t come in. You’ve come to the wrong house.” Bilbo went to close the door but Kili stopped him. “What? Has it been canceled?” The door was pushed back open a bit. “No one told us.” Fili walking close behind his brother. “No, nothings been canceled.” Bilbo said confused about what the dwarves were implying. “That’s a relief.” Kili pushed the door open more and walked in Fili and I followed after. “Sorry Mr. Baggins.”I say give him a sympathetic look. I could tell he was already getting frustrated. “Careful with these. I just had ‘em sharpened.” Fili began to take off his weapons. I walked in looking around the hobbits home. “The movies really didn’t do this place justice.” I muttered under my breath. Kili walking around. “It’s nice, this place. Did you do it yourself?” Kili asked. Without Bilbo paying attention Kili began to take the mud off his shoes on Bilbos mother’s chest. I bit the inside of my cheek wanting to tell him not to do that because it is Bilbos mother’s chest. “What? No, it’s been in the family for years.” Bilbo finally realized what Kili was doing. “That’s my mother’s glory box! Can you please not do that?” Bilbo was angry. Then Dwalin walked in and grabbing Kili’s shoulder leading him farther in the house. “Fili, Kili. Come on. Give us a hand.” All of us walked into what looked like a dining room. “Let’s shove this in the hallway, otherwise we’ll never get everyone in.” Bilbo stammered. “Everyone? How many more are there?” I grabbed Fili’s weapons. “Here I’ll take these Mr. Baggins.”

“Th-thank you. Do you know what’s going on.” I smiled slyly and put Fili’s weapons somewhere out of the way. Suddenly the doorbell rang again. Bilbo feeling very frustrated walked towards the door. “Oh, no. No. No. There’s nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There’s far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some clot-heads idea of a joke…ha! Ha! I can only say it is in poor taste.” He opened the door I could hear the dwarves falling on the floor in the entrance of the hobbits home. I followed after Bilbo. Seeing the dwarves on the floor I giggled watching them grunt and groan. “Ah. There you are my lady I thought I told you to stay put.” I smiled. “Sorry I ran into Fili and Kili they said you would be here soon and well here you are.” Bilbo looked at Gandalf. “Gandalf.”

Soon everyone was in the dining room they were passing ales and food. Having a grand old time, I ate a bit myself. I grabbed a jug of ale and took a few gulps. I giggled some more seeing poor Bilbo tell the dwarves to put his food back from his pantry. Food was going left and right the dwarves drinking and eating. “Ale! Going one, two, three!” They were all chugging their drinks. A few letting out some burps. I laughed amongst them. Once they all finished eating they began to clean up I joined in obviously. “‘Scuse me but where do I put my plate?” Ori asked Bilbo. Fili walked up grabbing the plate from him. “Here you go, ori. Give it to me.” He tossed it to Kili who caught it without a problem and tossing it to Bifur. They were tossing all the dishes to get cleaned. I heard the dwarves clatter the silverware. “And can—can you not do that? You’ll blunt them.”

“Ooh, do you hear that, lads? He says we’ll blunt the knives.” They began to bang their shoes amongst the floor, making a beat. “ Blunt the knives, bend the forks.” Kili began to sing. “Smash the bottles and burn the corks.” Fili followed. “Chip the glasses and crack the plates.”

“That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all sang together. I danced a bit to their song. “Cut the cloth tread on the fat. Leave the bones on the bedroom mat. Pour the milk on the pantry floor. Smash the wine on every door. Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl. Pound them up with a thumping pole. When you’re finished, if they are whole. Send them down the hall to roll. That’s what Bilbo baggins hates!” They all laughed after the song was finished. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door everyone quieted down. I looked at Gandalf. “He is here.” Bilbo and Gandalf walked to the door, I followed them. Gandalf opened the door for Thorin. “Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way. Twice. I wouldn’t have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door.”

“Mark? There’s no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago.” Gandalf closed the door after Thorin walked in. “There is a mark. I put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins. Y/N. Allow me to introduce the leader of our company: Thorin Oakenshield.” I bowed my head a bit to be polite. “So..this is the hobbit and Gandalfs assistant. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?” Thorin circled Bilbo. “Pardon me?”

“Axe or sword? What’s your weapon of choice?”

“Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.” I crinkled a bit. “But I fail to see why that’s relevant.”

“I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.” The dwarves laughed at Thorins comment. I felt a little sympathy for Bilbo. The dwarves all walked to the dining room it was just Bilbo, Gandalf, and I. “Your assistant aye.” I crossed my arms under my chest. Gandalf smiled. “Well I couldn’t just tell them you’re from another world now could I.” I nodded. “Alright, I guess it could work for now.”

I sat next to Fili and Kili at the dining table. “What need from the meeting in Ered Luin?” Balin asked Thorin. “Did they all come?”

“Aye. Envoys from all seven kingdoms.”

“And what did the dwarves of the iron hills say? Is Dain with us?” Dwalin asked. “They will not come.” Thorin answered.

“They say this quest is ours and ours alone.”

“You’re going on a quest?” Bilbo asked standing behind Gandalf. “Y/N, help my dear fellow Bilbo, let us have a little more light.” I nodded helping Bilbo bring some candles out. “Far to the east…over ranges and rivers… beyond woodlands and wastelands… lies a single, solitary peak.”

“The lonely mountain.”

“Aye, Oin has read the portents, and the portents say it is time!” Glóin said. “Ravens have been seen flying back to the mountain, as it was foretold. When the birds of yore return to erebor, the reign of the beast will end.”

“What beast?” Bilbo asked curiously. “That would be a reference to Smaug the terrible. Chiefest and greatest calamity of our age. Airborne fire breather. Teeth like razors. Claws like meat hooks. Extremely fond of precious metals.” Bofur described Smaug. “Yes, I know what a dragon is.” Suddenly Oir stood up. “I’m not afraid. I’m up for it. I’ll give him a taste of dwarvish iron right up his jacksie!”

“Good lad, Ori!” Nori cheered on the dwarf. “Sit down.” Dori told him. “The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us..but we number in just 16. And not 16 of the best…nor brightest.” That gave a bit of commotion. “We may be few in number… but we’re fighters. All of us! To the last dwarf.” Fili cheered on. “And you forget, we have a wizard in our company along with his assistant. Gandalf will have killed hundreds of dragons in his time.” I bit back a laugh. “Oh, well, no. I-I-I wouldn’t say—,”

“How many, then?” Dori asked. “What?”

“How many dragons have you killed?” All the dwarves looked at Gandalf as he choked on his smoke. “Go on. Give us a number.” I watched as they fought amongst themselves. I pushed myself against the wall. “Uh, excuse me. Please.” Bilbo tried to talk to the dwarves when Thorin spoke up. “No more!” They all went silent. “If we have read these signs, do you not think others will have read them too? Rumors have begun to spread. The dragon Smaug has not been seen for 60 years. Eyes look west to the mountain, assessing, wondering, weighing the risk. Perhaps the vast of our wealth of our people now lies unprotected. Do we sit back while others claim what is rightfully ours? Or do we seize this chance to take back erebor?!” They all cheer til Balin cuts in. “You forget: the front gate is sealed. There is no way into the mountain.”

“That, my dear Balin, is not entirely true.” Gandalf brought out a key showing it to the dwarves. “How came you by this?” Thorin asked. “It was given to me by your father. By Thrain. For safekeeping. It is yours now.” Gandalf handed Thorin the key. “If there is a key…there must be a door.” Fili thought out loud. Gandalf showed them the writing on the map. “These runes speak of a hidden passage to the lower halls.”

“There’s another way in.” Kili spoke happily. “Well, if we can find it, but dwarf doors are invisible when closed. The answer lies hidden somewhere in this map, and I do not have the skill to find it. But there are others in middle earth who can. The task I have in mind will require a great deal of stealth and no small amount of courage. But if we are careful and clever, I believer that it can be done.”

“That’s why we need a burglar.” Ori concluded. “Hmm. And a good one too.” All eyes were on Bilbo. “An expert, I’d imagine.”

“And are you?” Glóin asked. Bilbo looked around realizing that he asked him. “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert! Hey!”

“Me? No. No, no. I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

“Well, I’m afraid I have to agree with Mr. Baggins. He’s hardly burglar material.” Balin replied.

“Aye, the wild is no place for gentle folk who can neither fight nor fend for themselves.” Dwalin looked at bilbo and I. I felt a little offended. “C’mon Dwalin they’ll manage just fine.” Bilbo agreed what the dwarf said while I bit my tongue holding back insults. The dwarves talked amongst themselves. Then Gandalf made the house grow dark. Gandalf stood as tall as he could in the small hobbits house and in a loud and scary voice, “Enough! If I say Bilbo baggins is a burglar, then a burglar he is. And you will talk to my assistant with more respect. Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet. In fact, they can pass unseen by most, if they choose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a hobbit is all but unknown to him. My assistant here also has some insight about our quest which will be useful in taking back the lonely mountain. Smaug will not see us coming. You asked me to find the 14th member of this company, and I have found 2. There’s a lot more to them than appearances suggest. And they both got a great deal more to offer than any of you know. Including themselves.” I could tell he was mainly talking to Bilbo. “You must trust me on this.” Gandalf finished. Thorin seemed to take Gandalfs words seriously. “Very well. We will do it your way.” Bilbo doesn’t seem convinced though. “No.no.”

“Give them the contract.” Thorin looked at Balin. Balin took out a folded paper and handed it to Bilbo. “It’s just the usual. Summary of out of pocket expenses…time required, remuneration…funeral arrangements, so forth.” Bilbo seemed stunned by the words ‘funeral arrangements.’

“Funeral arrangements?” I placed my hand on bilbos shoulder, “it’ll be alright.” He opened the folded contract. Bilbo walked off to read the contract. Thorin leaned close to Gandalf talking about something important no doubt. “Terms: cash on delivery, up to but not exceeding 1/14th of total profit, if any. Seems fair. Present company shall not be liable for any injuries inflicted by or sustained as a consequence thereof, including, but not limited to lacerations…evisceration…incineration?” I giggled a bit at bilbos reaction. “Oh, aye. He’ll melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye.” Bilbo seemed to pause at that. All the dwarves took notice, “are you all right, laddie?” Balin asked the small hobbit. Bilbo put his hands on his knees,” yeah.” Bilbo seemed to try to process this, taking a few deep breaths. “Feel a bit faint.” I felt a bit sympathetic for poor Bilbo besides knowing he’ll be alright. “Bilbo?” I asked concerned for the hobbit, but it seems another dwarf had other intentions. “Think furnace with wings.” Bofur got up from his seat. I looked at the dwarf with eyes to plead to him to stop. “Air. I-I-I need air.” Bilbo looked like he was going to get sick. “Flash of light, searing pain, then poof! You’re nothing more than a pile of ash.” I bit my lip watching the scene play out. Bilbo tried his best to keep calm and to not faint, but he failed. “Nope.” And he went down. I closed my eyes and sighed, “now you’ve done it. Good going Bofur.” I put my hands on my hips. “Oh, very helpful, Bofur.” Gandalf sarcastically said. I grabbed the contract picked up a quill and signed my name, handing it to Balin. “There you go.” Balin looked at the signature. “Welcome to the company, my lady.” I bowed my head and he did the same. The company helped poor Bilbo up and onto his comfy armchair. He was well awake and holding a cup of tea. “I’ll be all right. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.” Gandalf smoking his pipe seemed to get angry at the small hobbit. “You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me, when did doilies and your mother’s dishes become so important to you?” Remembering this moment I decided to leave Gandalf and Bilbo to their conversation joining the dwarves in the other room. Fili and Kili walked up to me,” is Mr. Boggins all right?” I nodded. “Yes but he and Gandalf are having a serious conversation so I’d wait if you want to talk to him.” Kili nodded. “Do you think he’ll come?”

“No way brother, Mr. Boggins is way too comfortable here.” Fili responded. “I think he’ll come.” I smiled a little. “Why did you not faint, don’t dragons scare you?” Kili asked, I chuckled a bit, “of course they do but I also think dragons are cool. Seeing one up close sure would be a story to tell one day, that’s if I make it.” I know the story of them but what of me technically I died who knows what’ll happen to me here. “Cool? Dragons are not cool, remember what Bofur said. Furnace with wings.” Fili reminded me, I laughed. “Yes, yes. I remember I just meant they’re majestic, and also terrifying.” I have to remind myself that ‘cool’ isn’t a normal slang term in this world. In that moment Bilbo was walking past us going to what I believe is his bedroom. Kili and Fili suddenly left me to join the other dwarves in the living room. I began to hear humming and singing from the living room, remembering Thorin singing the misty mountain. I sat outside of the room listening to the beautiful sound but also hearing the mournful sound in Thorins voice. I vowed to myself I’ll make sure the durin line will survive once we arrived at the lonely mountain. Leaving my place in the hobbits home I walked outside took a place near the entrance of the hobbits home and fell asleep.

#fili and kili #the hobbit #hobbit!AU #kili durin #fanfic #kili x reader #fili x reader #Kili x modern reader

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nostalgicnarrator · 11 months ago

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Over Hill and Under Mountain

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Word Count: 1,555

Parings: Thorn X Bilbo

Description:

Thorin leaves Erebor to visit his dear friend Bilbo, will new feeling shine through? What will happen?

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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Listen to me I’ve never done anything like this before, I have written and sure I have posted one of two things and immediately abandoned them. If you want to give me constructive criticism or feedback please do I wanna get better at this kind of thing.

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Thorin had sent a letter to Bilbo not too long ago by raven, telling him of his departure from his kingdom and hopefully swift arrival. It had been a year since he had last seen his hobbit.

Thorin had found himself missing his hobbit. Even with the regular letters between them, now It had only been a week since he had gotten the last letter and Thorin had begun to feel a sort of ache in his chest the longer he went without contact from Bilbo.

Now the King Under the Mountain found himself hundreds of miles away from his Lonely Mountain, the one he had left in questionably capable hands, right back were it all began a year ago now, and getting himself lost once again on the roads and in the Shire. passing farms and burrows, even at one point finding himself on the road to brea. He had turned red when he realized, though he wont tell you that, and turned back hoping to find the burrow of his hobbit.

Thorin grumbled as he thought to himself and took another turn down a path he swears he’s seen hundred times before. ‘Now if I can just- have I already been here before?’ Thorin thought, sighing. ‘Mahal, am I even in the right place?’

When Thorin passed a deceptively familiar-looking farm, one he had to have passed twice now, he sighed and swung his pack off his shoulders to fish for a map. Maybe it can help him figure out where he was.

That’s when he heard a very familiar voice. “Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, as lost as a chicken with no head.” The voice was full of a teasing tone as it spoke.

Thorin whipped around and looked at the familiar small hobbit, his caramel-colored curls wild on his head, suggesting that he hadn’t done much more than wake up and throw clothes on. The hobbit seemed to be wrapped and almost gilded in gold in the light of the early sun, the old dwarf couldn’t fight himself from blushing at the hobbit.

His undershirt was a buttery yellow, a little warn but clearly loved, and his pants an emerald green that could put any gemstone that the king had seen to shame. The bottom of his pants were embroidered with flowers and other things hobbits seemed so enchanted by. The hobbit had no waistcoat, so his suspenders were visible. He stood not a few paces behind where Thorin stood. Thorin only just began to notice how long he had been staring at his hobbit.

Bilbo was smiling broadly, chuckling fondly at the sight of the bewildered and red faced king. Thorin didn’t wait long to rush forward and embrace his friend in a hug, which the hobbit gladly returned it with just as much enthusiasm. Thorin patted Bilbo’s shoulder affectionately and looked down at him when he pulled away from the hug.

Thorin smiled as he spoke. “Bilbo Baggins, and here I thought I’d have to stumble around here for a day until I found you.”

Bilbo laughed and grasped at the dwarf’s arms as he leaned a little closer before teasing. “Now what kind of hobbit would I be if I let one of my guests stumble his way around here like a newborn fawn?” Bilbo said as he moved to hook Thorin by the arm to lead him up a path toward his burrow. “Let’s get you inside and I’ll find you something to eat! I’m sure you are starving.”

And that’s where Thorin found himself, sitting in an uncomfortably comfortable armchair in the living room of Bilbo’s burrow. He watched the small hobbit as he made tea, to quote, ‘hold him over’ till Bilbo was done cooking.

The warmth that wafted from the kitchen seemed to almost lull the king to sleep. The next time his eyes opened, Bilbo was handing him a warm mug of tea that smelled and tasted sweetly of elderberry and mint And a cloth that held a sweet blackberry tart.

Bilbo headed back to the kitchen to continue his task of making breakfast for the two of them. Thorin stood to follow after him, leaning against the door frame as Bilbo mixed something together in a bowl. He found himself observing the hobbit’s every movement, from the way his curls bounced as he worked to the concentration furrowing his brow.

‘He really is quite charming,’ Thorin mused, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. ‘The way he moves about his kitchen, so at ease, so… endearing. Why didn’t I see it before?’

Bilbo grinned at Thorin when he pulled himself a chair over. After a brief silence, Bilbo asked, “How are the renovations of your kingdom going?”

Thorin sighed, closing his eyes as thoughts of Erebor’s restoration filled his mind. They had found that the old techniques of his forefathers had been forgotten or abandoned for more useful skills during the time they had lost their home. But Thorin couldn’t help the pride that swelled within him at the thoughts of his people and how he and his Company had reclaimed his home. And how he feels that his hobbit was to thank for that.

Thorin let his voice sound as tired as he felt, as he spoke, “They are progressing well, but it seems many of the secrets of my people have seemingly been forgotten over the years.” He looked at the mug he held, now half full and tart long gone. He rolled the mug in his hands, it being a tad bit smaller than any other mug he was used to. It had flowers and soft things painted underneath its glaze.

“Still,” Thorin hummed and looked to Bilbo now. ‘Have his eyes always been so sweet?’ “It will be grand and restored to the best of our ability.”

Bilbo hummed and went back to cooking. He scrambled eggs in a hot pan. “Well, I wait patiently to see. You better keep me updated properly this time.” Bilbo said with a bit of a teasing tone and smile. Then he stopped what he was doing, looked at Thorin again as he set a plate down on the counter, and started plating food.

“I dare ask, you are staying a few days, are you not?” Bilbo asked. Thorin felt his breath catch in his throat. He had to think a little harder than he was used to, to speak.

“Yes,” Thorin nodded as he spoke. He found himself once again thinking of Bilbo, the way his eyes sparkled with curiosity and care. ‘Why does my heart quicken every time he looks at me?’ Thorin wondered, a bit confused by his own feelings.

“Then, who is running the kingdom in your absence?” Bilbo inquired.

“Fíli,” Thorin replied with a fond smile. “He is capable and eager to prove himself. And I am not one to disappoint.”

Bilbo nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. “Ah, well, I am sure he is quite excited, and I am sure Lady Dís is not pleased at your sudden absence not too long after you have taken back your mountain.” Bilbo teased lightly as his eyes shined with mischief.

Thorin found himself chuckling and nodding softly. “No, she is not, but it will be a good experience for the lad to practice how it truly is to run a kingdom.”

“I see…” Bilbo hummed and pulled a loaf from the oven, setting it at the table to cool.

“How has the Shire been?” Thorin found himself asking as he helped Bilbo’s food find its way to the dining room table.

Bilbo’s face lit up happily as he smiled “Oh! Well, the Shire has been peaceful, as always. You know how things can be here, quiet!” He started digging through the cabinets for more plates. “And! I’m sure you saw on your way here but the fields are green with new crops, the harvest looks promising.” He said.

As Bilbo went to grab his cutlery as he spoke he gasped and looked to Thorin before almost yelling. “Oh! Do you remember what I told you happened a week ago well! It had happened again!!Lobelia Sackville-Baggins has tried to make off with my good silver again!”

Thorin watched Bilbo with growing affection and amusement as he animatedly recounted the events of the Shire. ‘He gets so heated over these things,’ Thorin thought, finding it endearing. ‘How could someone be so fiercely protective and yet so gentle?’

They continued to talk as Bilbo and Thorin prepared and set up breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread and bacon filled the air. As they sat down to eat, Thorin felt a deep contentment.

As Bilbo went on about the Shire and what had been happening since his last letter to the king only a week ago, Thorin thought to himself, ‘This visit with Bilbo,’ he mused as Bilbo went on about how some children had trampled over his marigolds, ‘will be as lovely as I imagined.’

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Eternally Missed, Bilbo Baggins

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Fluff, mutual pining/oblivious reader

Word count: 3295

Tw: Not proofread. Race not specified, but could be implied as dwarvish. Self-degrading thoughts, mutual pining. Will they, won’t they. Slight angst. Misinterpreted feelings and actions. Oblivious reader, oops. That’s it?

Summary: Ever since laying eyes on your first, Bilbo knew it was you who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He tries to make this clear incredibly quick, fully aware of how little time he may have. But you were as oblivious as they came, and dismissed his proposals as platonic gestures. Until finally, he snaps, and just decides to tell you.

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“Chase your dreams away.

Glass needles in the hay.”

Throughout the journey, you could only be described as truly oblivious. Maybe not in your eyes, but definitely in those of the company. Their beloved burglar had fallen absolutely head over heels with you, yet there was something within you that simply seemed to not acknowledge it.

In hindsight, you might have seen it, or might have had a slight idea of what was happening, but the last thing you wanted to do was to get your hopes up. Thus, it was mere matter of a polite smile and dismissal without making it sound like a dismissal. You didn’t want to let him down, even though you had no idea of his true intentions.

You see, during the entire time of your travel to Erebor, Bilbo has tried to make it abundandly clear how fond he is of you. But between the running from imminent death, enemies luring around every corner and getting imprisoned every once in a while, the moments were never opportune enough. It didn’t mean that he didn’t try, but clearly, the ambiance was wrong. If he ever wanted to court someone, he’d propose it in his garden, under the clear nightsky of Hobbiton with a warm breeze in the air. Not after recovering for breath after having to run for thirty whole minutes, or in the dirty atmosphere of the Goblin caves. But fate did not seem to be on his side whatsoever. But he was nothing if not adamant.

“The sun forgives the clouds.

You are my holy shroud.”

The first time wanted to make his intentions clear during your stay in Rivendell. The dwarves had been bathing when he approached you, doubt and anxiety apparent in his features - but then again, when wasn’t it?

He had sat down next to you on one of the balconies, talking about anything but the mountain and the now known presence of the orcs. He had spoken about his home in the Shire fondly, recounting many tales of friends and neighbours. It was a nice distraction after the adrenaline of the travel had worn off.

In turn, you had spoken about your home and those waiting for you. He remembered the hesitance in his voice when he asked you about a suitor. You hadn’t even properly answered him at that to begin with. At first, you began to laugh, and talked about your parents. He thought you were mocking him, even though that was extremely unlinke you. But when you continued to rant and talk, it appeared to him that you had no idea what he was actually asking you. And he didn’t have it in him to correct you or to properly ask you. Perhaps it was a bit too early. You just met a handful of days ago.

Fortunately, he did not leave it at that.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.”

The second time he tried was when the group was making their way out of Rivendell. He had gotten some good rest and found himself comfortable enough to bring the conversation back up.

But you were distracted. He couldn’t tell back then, but he certainly could now. The talk with Bilbo had left you somewhat homesick. The comfort of Rivendell was almost begging for you to stay. You wanted to help the dwarves - more than anything, but you understood the comfort hobbits sought in their own homes.

You had given him brief, one-worded answers, your gaze absent. It had broken his heart that day. If you weren’t making your disinterest clear the day before, you certainly had then. It caused him to be silent for the rest of the travels until you crossed the mountains. Much to his relief, you stayed close to him, and didn’t part during the fight of the giants, but the new hit of adrenaline caused him to cling to you the entire time, a mutual action. Neither of you had realized how close the two of you were until you were roughly separated after a rough boulder collided between the two of you.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.

No, it doesn't change.”

That night in the cave you kept circling Bilbo. He had almost fallen from the cliff if it hadn’t been for Thorin. And the idea made you inexplicably sick. You liked Thorin, even as he had been harsh from the start, but the fact that you weren’t able to dangle off the cliff to save Bilbo had left you feeling somewhat powerless. And the only comfort you could offer the hobbit was your company and your tales.

It had caused his hopes to resurface again. Of everyone out there, you wanted to sit with him, and talk with him. Perhaps your absent answers were simply because you were tired, or too focused.

He didn’t know how to bring the topic back up, though. It had caused an awkward silence after you finished your talk. He still couldn’t quite tell if he was grateful for the floor to - literally - fall through or not.

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

The first time he swore he could have kissed you, was after Azog’s confrontation with Thorin. The battle had left the king defenseless, and you had rushed to his aid. At your actions, Bilbo blindly followed, making sure his eyes were on you constantly. The eagles had come just in time to sweep you off to safety, but the entire flight had left him nauseous. If it wasn’t for Gandalf, both you and Thorin would have lain on that floor, completely lifeless. To make matters even worse, you had landed on a different eagle. So, Bilbo had no choice but to simply sit there with a heavy feeling in his stomach until he could finally stand again.

And when he did, he rushed towards you. This could have been his moment. He could have swung his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, his lips finally touching yours in a manner he was only able to dream off, but when you stood a few inches from him, something in him had told him to stop.

In that moment, you swore he was going to kiss you. Instead, he gave you an uncomfortable hug, followed by two brief pats on the back. He had turned around immediatelym refusing to let you see his reddening face, leaving you with a slight frown. If he was going to kiss you, you might have just let it happen.

“And you can't resist.

And you can't resist.

Making me feel.”

The rest of the journey had been awful for him. In his mind, that awkward reunion kept lingering. His chance had been right there and he refused to take it for whatever reason. And to top it all of; you seemed to grow more distant from him, and it hurt him deeply. It bothered him so much, that eventually, the company began catching on. Fili was the first one to notice, and had given him a good talk about courtship and whatnot. It was all in good nature, but it had left Bilbo with more details than he might have wanted.

But simple hints in conversation seemed to not do the trick. And maybe dwarven courting ideals weren’t the best, but they were certainly worth the try. When he made his first move according to Fili’s advice, more dwarves began to catch on.

“Chase your dreams away.

Glass needles in the hay.”

He had taken his sweet time hunting down anything he could find. Food, especially for you, to prove that - in Fili’s words - he could provide. But when he had a chance of slaying a rabbit, he didn’t have it in him. Instead, he came back with fresh mushroom, some non-poisonous berries and leaves that would make an excellent soup. It wasn’t hunting, but it still gave him the idea that - yes; he could provide.

You didn’t think much of. You find it nice, and thanked him fondly for it. Yet, there were others in the company that might have been hungry, so you gave it to Bombur, so he could use it in his meal for the group. Bilbo had told you this was okay, but he couldn’t help but feel slight heartbreak when you asked him.

He wasn’t being clear enough. Stupidly enough, he seemed to take comfort in Fili’s words, so he had returned to him that same night, telling the dwarf about what had happened. He agreed that you might just need some bolder insinuations. So, it was time for the next part.

“The sun forgives the clouds.

You are my holy shroud.”

It was at Beorn’s house when he approached you with a small wooden sculpture he made. It couldn’t have been bigger than your palm. It was sloppy and crude, and nowhere near the excellent craft of the dwarves, but Fili assured him that it wouldn’t matter if the feelings and intentions were true. He had tried to create the birds you mentioned in your tales about home. You would speak about them fondly when he asked how your place was.

Again, you accepted the gift with much glee, thanking him an endless amount of times. A warm hug was shared - one that would remain in Bilbo’s mind for a long time. It was soothing, unlike the uncomfortable embrace shared upon the rock. This was heartfelt, and genuine. He remembered thinking that this was it; you had accepted.

But, you stuffed it in your pocket, promising to keep it close, before showing it off to the rest of the company. And that was it. No other words mentioned to him, or even slight hints that you were catching on. You seemed to remain oblivious. Now, Bilbo truly couldn’t tell whether this was because you simply had no idea what was happening, or if this was your way of letting him know you weren’t interested.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.”

There were so many more times where he tried to make his feelings clear. Countless conversations were held, more gifts were shared, he fought at your side, he would continue to bring you food, even if it was to be shared with the company. And you didn’t seem to catch on to anything.

What Bilbo hadn’t known was the true moment of the defeat you held whilst imprisoned by the woodland elves. Bilbo hadn’t known how you had been sitting against the wall in your cell, your knees up to your chest. He didn’t hear your own degrading words circling around in your mind about how you were just making things up. About how someone as sincere and kind as Bilbo could never show true interest in someone like you. How you had cursed yourself to stop thinking every gift he gave you, was to show you he wanted to court you - even though you were right to think those things.

The dwarves didn’t dare to speak about it. They didn’t know your words, but they knew your looks. They wouldn’t intervene. They knew how precious and fragily courtship was; one wrong word and it could cause huge grief on either side. Women were most treaured in their culture, and they’d rather die than see your heart break into a million pieces if Fili were to slip up or Ori would say something out of their norms.

They didn’t dare to let Bilbo know how helplessly you had told them that Bilbo wouldn’t come for them. That he was off to safety - as you had wished.

“I just don't care if it's real.

That won't change how it feels.

No, it doesn't change.”

It wasn’t until Smaug had finally been slain that Bilbo decided enough was enough. It wasn’t until Thorin had gone completely mad, that he decided that now would be the excellent time to share yet another one of your precious conversations.

Somewhere in the treasure chamber, you had collapsed behind a huge golden pile. Here, Thorin couldn’t see you. A brief break would surely escape his eyes.

You had shot up at the sound of footsteps, pretending to be searching through the endless piles of jewels. You were tired; your muscles were aching, your head was pounding from the golden light, you were starving and you felt as if you were going to fall asleep if you were to lie down again.

When you noticed Bilbo’s form approaching on top of the mountain you were working on, you uttered a sigh of relief, collapsing once again, knowing he wouldn’t dare to alert Thorin of your short break.

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

“There you are,” He spoke, not needing to lower his volume, as the clattering of gold bounced off the walls, drowning out enough noise. You looked up at him with a kind smile: “Not much else to go to.” He frowned, sitting down beside you as he studied your features.

“I’m sorry, Bilbo,” You sighed, rolling your shoulders. “I’m exhausted.” “I can tell.” He muttered, worried evident in his eyes, a glimpse you caught. “Sorry.” “No, it’s fine.” You dismissed, knowing he had no ill intentions. Silence fell over the two of you, though this one wasn’t uncomfortable. In the weirdest location, it brough some sense of peace.

Bilbo fished into his pockets, placing a piece of bread and a small flask on your lap. “I brought you this.” Your heart warmed at the sight, a feather-light feeling entering your chest: “Thank you,” “I couldn’t sneak a full plate in. Thorin would notice.” “This is fine, Bilbo,” You assured, immediately starting your small meal. ”Thank you.”

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“You can't resist.

You can't resist.

Making me feel.”

He didn’t quite know what to do when you were eating. He came here with the intention of being honest with you. No turning around anything, no sugar-coating, just the proposal. If it was to be brief and boring, than so be it.

But, once more, something held him back. It didn’t seem right. He was going to run off this night for the Arkenstone, so if you rejected him, he wouldn’t really have to face you afterwards. But a hurtful rejection followed by betrayal might not have been the smartest move either. He was too much in his head when the words suddenly flew out, even surprising him: “Do you like me?”

You stopped chewing at the words, swallowing harshly as you looked at him, confusion in your eyes as your eyebrows furrowed together: “Beg your pardon?”

“You can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

Bilbo recovered quickly, coughing slightly as he tried to defend himself. “It’s just that, throughout the journey, you keep creating distance between us. And we were so close at the beginning.” You nodded your head at that, cursing yourself silently for giving him the completely wrong idea. “Yes,” You hissed. “I do like you, Bilbo. And I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression.”

A huge weight lifted off his shoulders at your words, his chest suddenly feeling a lot less restricting than it suddenly had.

“You can't resist.

You can't resist

Making me feel.”

He watched your hands wander to your pockets, pulling out a familiar pebble as you anxiously toyed with it. Bilbo had given it to you after your escape from Mirkwood. You seemed to not be there completely, so he gave you a rock from the river so you had something to fidget with while Balin talked to Bard. He hadn’t known how much it actually soothed you, if only for the simple though of it.

“You kept that?” He asked curiously. “Of course I did,” You smiled, taking the pebble out of your pocket and laying it in the palm of your hand. “It was a gift. What did you think I would do with it?” “I don’t know.” The hobbit spoke honestly. “I’ve never seen them after I handed them to you.”

You breathed an ‘ah’ of understanding, before storing it back in your coat. “I kept them in my bag. Most of it has been stolen by the elves now, but some things still remain. You didn’t think I’d get rid of them, right?” When he didn’t answer to that, your hands found his, unconsciously sending goosebumps up his arm: “I would never. Not voluntarily.”

“Thank you.” He muttered.

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

“Bilbo,” You began, retreating your hands as you thought over all that he had done for you. You might have been oblivious, but you weren’t stupid: “I do not wish to give you any unwanted impression of anything, but…” You trailed off, holding your breath as a bad kind of butterflies entered your stomach. “You have given me many things and kept me safe a numerous amount of times, and my gratitude exceeds my words, but…”

You didn’t know what to tell him. You didn’t know how. And there was no way to bring it lightly. Thus, with a hard swallow, you threw it out. “You do know that your actions look an awful lot like dwarven courting customs? I am pretty sure the company is convinced I am your spouse.”

His breath hitched at that. He came here to tell you, and now you were starting his conversation. What was he going to tell you? Honesty seemed so difficult now, but there was something in your eyes that hadn’t been there before. Some faint glance of recognition. And it gave him confidence: “They are.” He breathed, before quickly correcting himself. “Courting customs. Fili taught me.” “Oh,” “Yes,”

A second silence laid heavily, and neither of you really knew what to say to the other. So, per usual, Bilbo took the lead after a handful of hesitant seconds. “Um, but I’ve probably gotten the wrong hints from you so-”

“No,” You denied. “No, no, no. It’s simply that…This was intentional?”

“Yes.”

“Oh,”

“And you can't resist

Making me feel eternally missed.”

“But I understand if the feelings aren’t returned.” Bilbo added, already standing up from his seat. He was about to leave when your voice forced him to turn around: “Why me?” He couldn’t help but let a quiet scoff of confusion out. “I’m sorry?” “Of all the people out there, why me?”

Why you? He really couldn’t tell. He hadn’t met anyone in the Shire, and the way his life would have gone if it hadn’t been for Gandalf showing up, he might have never found anyone. Why you? He didn’t know. And he was honest to voice it: “I just know.”

“Oh,” You repeated, the sound coming out more as a breath than a pronounced word. “I am sorry. I wasn’t blind, though I doubt that will make you feel better.” You admitted. “I didn’t want to imagine things that weren’t there.” You didn’t see the way Bilbo’s face softened at that, or the way his heart fluttered when you finally spoke those words. “Thought I would save myself the heartbreak.” “You didn’t have to.” He sighed. Once more, he prepared to leave. And once more, he was interrupted by you.

“Bilbo?” “Hm?” He hummed as he turned around, a faint glimpse of hope in his heart. It only grew as you asked him your next question: “Once we get out of this, where will we go?” A bright smile came from his face as his breath hitched significantly. “Home, I suppose.”

You copied his smile, nodding your head at him.

“I’d like that.”

“And you can't resist.

And you can't resist

Making me feel.”

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